#holy shit I am loosing my marbles

[fulcrum-art-fox]

That there even was a cancelled Treasure Planet 2??

#headline from screen rant #holy shit I am loosing my marbles #treasure planet #treasure planet 2

[justasimpleton-26]

Jason Todd x Reader: College life

College had stressed you out to the point where you considered a life of crime.

Don't get you wrong; you didn't want to commit any type of crimes or fight anyone of the BatFamily, but how were you going to use Geometry in real life?

You were so focused on stressing over your upcoming exams that you weren't paying attention when you bumped into someone.

You used the term "someone" very loosely; for all you know, the marble statue was dressed in cool clothes by some student as a joke.

It isn't until the statue turns to look at you that you realize that holy shit this is an actual human being.

A very buff person, but human all the same.

He has spiky jet black hair that sticks up in random places, his bangs colored stark white. Emerald green eyes peer down at you as this man looks over six feet tall, his body bulky with muscle.

The guy wears a faded black t-shirt that looks almost gray, his pants faded and biker boots shoved on.

"...miss?" the guy asks, making you shake yourself out of ogling him some more.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" she'd asked, and he chuckled.

"I was asking if you were lost." the guy repeated, and you blushed, trying not to make it noticeable that you were blushing.

"Sorry, I live on campus so I know my way around. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going which is why I bumped into you. Sorry about that by the way." you rushed to explain, bringing your book closer to your chest.

"Ah, I see. I'm Jason by the way." the guy-Jason-said, as he moved his book and a graded paper to his left hand as he held out his right to shake her hand.

You took it but couldn't help but notice that he was holding a geometry book, and the graded worksheet on top was actually a geometry test with high marks.

An idea planted in your brain, so you looked up at the genius giant, and tried to not make it seem like you were desperate for help. (Which you were, Jason didn't need to know that.)

"Hi Jason, um, look this is going to seem random, but I was wondering if you could maybe tutor me in geometry?" you asked, secretly hoping against hope that he would say yes.

Jason blinked, as if the question had caught him off guard.

"How did you know-" then he looked at the paper and book he was carrying and nodded as if that made sense. "Yeah, sure, meet me at the college library once your done with all your classes."

You thanked him profusely, and there was even a skip in your step as you headed back to your next class, leaving Jason behind.

It's not until you're having your bride and groom dance that Jason admits that the geometry book and test was actually Roy's and he'd been carrying his stuff when you approached him.

You're in disbelief and ask Jason if he was even good at math, and he chuckles before he gazes into your eyes.

"I am now, Roy tutored me." Jason answers.

#fanfic #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #red hood

[yailea]

hold on i need to go for a walk now im gonna fucking loose my fucking marbles im gonna shit your shelf i am going to get a lobotomy meal with small fires and a large dying cociane i will eat your first born child with a garnish of your teeth holy moly holy moly legends z woaj woah i need to eat glass

[digestionsack]

Franz Ferdinand on Mike’s Playlist—Y’all This is Too Funny, They Need to Stop

Okay, remember how in my Mike’s playlist analysis posts I said that “Be Afraid” by Franz Ferdinand stumped me? Yeah, so I revisited it today and…

Wow.

Okay.

So, first of all, I don’t know how I didn’t get this before, but even though there are barely any lyrics, saying that the lyrics foreshadow Mike getting Vecna’d isn’t too much of a stretch. Here they are:

“Don't be afraid if you hear voices/Feel the sweet air spoken upon you/Dream again/Sometimes the sound of a thousand whispers”

We’ve talked about this before, but I’ll rehash it in my own words for the sake of context. “Hearing voices” could easily align with the Vecna visions, “dream” is a motif we see used on the playlist that I am currently going through (almost finished!) to reference hallucinogenics (a metaphor for Vecna’s visions) and generally a theme of “things aren’t what they seem.”

So yeah, I’d say these lyrics foreshadow Mike’s eventual Vecnafication. However, it’s still kind of vague on what will be the result of that Vecnafication, and the fact that this song is so short…kind of wigs me out. I think death for S5 Mike is fairly likely, considering the lyrics I’ve analyzed on this playlist and the death tags you all have found. However, whether or not he’ll come back has been left kind of vague…freaky. I personally think that he will, but this still scares me.

I honestly should have stuck this right on the “Holy Shit” list—not because of the song, but because of the artist.

Well…sort of. When I first went back to revisit this song, I was only looking for the lyrics to THIS PARTICULAR SONG. And the lyrics did provide a lot of information. But the real meat of why this song choice is currently blowing my mind is not because of the lyrics, but because of the other songs the artist has created. Lemme give you a list. There are…several interesting ones.

“Lucid Dreams (2009)”

“Michael (2004)”

Miss me with that shit. Please.

Now, the fact that these songs are next to each other is due to alphabetization and not symbolic meaning left for Stranger Things fans, but I just think that little detail is neat.

And…HOW can we say that Franz Ferdinand having a song called “Michael” and then a song by that artist being on his playlist is a coincidence? Answer: WE CAN’T. BECAUSE IT’S NOT. And an artist who has also given us song name gems such as:

“Lucid Dreams”

“Always Ascending”

“Demagogue”

“Dream Again”

“Evil Eye”

And more.

Seriously? You expect me to believe that the creators didn’t see this? The Duffers? The Running-Up-That-Hill-can-be-abbreviated-to-RUTH-and-so-the-Nina-Project-will-be-in-Ruth-Nevada-and-the-fake-name-Nancy-uses-to-talk-to-Creel-right-before-she-and-Robin-realize-that-music-can-help-Max-will-be-Ruth-as-well Duffers?

Yeah. No.

BUT. FRIENDS. THIS ISN’T EVEN THE FUNNIEST PART.

“So,” you say, “there’s a song called ‘Michael.’ Interesting, but all in all, big whoop. Unless the lyrics say something interesting, we can’t really use this.”

DON’T WORRY, MY FRIENDS. INTERESTING LYRICS COMING YOUR WAY.

…sort of. The lyrics aren’t exactly too appropriate, and I don’t know where your guy’s comfort level is at, so I’ll just link them here. If you don’t feel comfortable reading the lyrics, here’s a summary from Wikipedia:

In short: It’s super gay.

Like, no beating around the bush here. No inexplicit subtext that can be twisted about. This song is almost SMALLTOWN BOY LEVELS OF GAY. (Although, that’s up to your personal opinion.)

Gee, guys, I just…*takes off tin foil hat to run hand through hair* I just don’t know. Am I crazy? Delusional? Loosing my marbles? I mean, could it just be a coincidence that the very last song of Mike’s playlist happened to be both foreshadowing his Vecnafication in S5 AND created by an artist that also had a song that literally shared his name that, objectively, reaches almost “Smalltown Boy” levels of gayness? Am I crazy? Or does this mean something…

You decide.

Again, at this point, someone may have pointed this out already. Like, probably back in 2017. I know I’m late to the playlist party. But this song is just way too much.

#byler #byler analysis #mike wheeler i know what you are

[blueskyheadleft010]

Warframe: The New War, is f*ing blowing my brain

Finally finally got enough cobbled together parts to build a Necramech + made sure I at least had rank 5 in all the Railjack upgrades, so I felt pretty confident starting the questline The New War tonight.

[Some spoilers ahead; yes, I know I'm late to the game. Also, sorry for sloppy image insertions.]

Dear god I was not prepared in the least.

I’ve already logged about 3 hours into the quest and i’m not even a quarter of the way done. 

Can I just say; HOW IS THIS FREE TO PLAY GAME THIS DAMN AMAZING?!?

Like holy shit, you guys. Like GUYS. THIS FUCKING GAME.

It just cranked up the difficulty by taking away your ‘warframe’, and giving you multiple quests as other npcs (that were oddly interesting to play as. I liked some more than others. Teshin was a welcome surprise, but his gameplay was aggravating, and I felt too enclosed in the maps despite how spread out they were), then popping in old questline characters like cheeky nostalgia bait, but 9,000 times more interesting than just being a cameo, and then topping it all off with some amazing interactive cutscenes.

I mean, I kinda consider myself a vet (gameplay wise I have 30 days total of logged playtime, which... Yeah, probably not getting back that time irl ._.’), but even by my standards the gameplay was pretty damn difficult. 

Also, god bless the game devs. This. Is. Epic. 

The amount of dialogue, maps, cutscenes, homages to gameplay styles, and all around really cool enemy designs is great!

I’m loosing my mind over how many themes, and art styles they’ve thrown in here and I'm not even done playing! 

Good lord, I thought to myself, ‘meh, that warning box about it taking several hours is just a suggestion. I’ll have this done in 3 hours tops.’

No. No way am I anywhere close. The devs literally placed a game within a game and I’m loosing my absolute marbles over this. 

I’m having to James Bond style sneak around and not die (or literally in one part, I kept getting my head blown off cuz I kept getting caught), use smoke grenades, stun batons, hack into systems guiding my cursor backwards in order to disable security, to just stay alive. 

[These are the weird mirror hacking consoles I was talking about.]

I was literally screaming in panic at all the (as I’ve lovingly dubbed) ‘void spiders’ that kept killing Teshin before I could hit the energy beacons with his disc. 

This is Warframe on crack; but I fucking love how it never feels like I’m being overwhelmed. (except for the ‘sneak around and don’t get seen or you blow up’ quest. I cried a little.)

Also the art design?? Stellar!!

You’ve got kingdom hearts styled evil floating priest cloaks.

Egyptian motifs, evil brainwashing helmets, bizarre angelic quotes;

[Ballas thinks he’s freaking Pharaoh now I guess...]

And then, the insane flashback to the Zamarian Ten-Zero that literally feels like it jumped out of Epcot’s Horizon’s ride.

(WHAT IS THIS THING?! IT IS SO TERRIFYING!!)

I honestly did not expect the game to pull a ‘PowerPoint’ old-school presentation on me, and then quiz me on it. Not only is this Cephalon lady terrifying looking, but she made me answer multiple-choice questions about spacetime.

[I hate you robot lady!! D:< ]

In conclusion; I am grateful that the game lets me pause in between big missions (since I have work tomorrow ;w;’) because this questline is so large my poor brain cannot deal with it all in one run.

(Also, people should just pull up a playthrough of all the interactive cutscenes and playthrough. It should at least be viewed as the beautiful art that it is. It literally felt like I was in a Star Wars movie (with all the cloak and dagger and space battles and cool shit), and I am living for this kind of content.)

#warframe #warframe spoilers #major spoilers #the new war #warframe the new war #sky plays warframe #and cries a bit #and then squeals like a 14 year old girl at a concert #this is a WILD ride #A++ #I'm here for this kind of gameplay #:O #:D #it late #sky rambles #sorry for excess swears #this is how i type when i'm uber excited #<:D

[wishful-soda]

Speak of the Devil : Chapter Ten

Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 11.7k

A/N: smut warning yallll! Here it finally is. I hope you love it. I hope it was worth the wait. I'm so sorry it took so long and I love and appreciate all of you so much for sticking with me. 💖 ALSO this is not really edited but it's too fucking long, no regrets only memories.

ALSO! Special shout out to my love, Jump and Lift Anon 😘 thanks so much bby. 🥰

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Chapter Ten: A little mean

June 4th 2018

You were roused from your sleep by the incessant buzzing of your phone, you huffed loudly when you realized it wasn’t going to stop. You grabbed it off of the marble topped bedside table in the hotel room, frowning when you saw who was calling, but knowing you had to deal with this at some point. Might as well get it over with.

“Hello?” You rasped and then cleared your throat to try and rid the sound of sleep from your voice.

“What the fuck is going on?” Your best friend was not happy and it told you all you needed to know. The video was making its rounds.

“What are you talking about?” You feigned.

“Don’t bullshit me. There is a video of Daniel knocking the shit out of someone.” He paused, waiting for you to start talking and explaining, but when he was met with silence, he kept talking. “Someone holding on to you? And then you’re hugging Daniel?” Every sentence was a question, as if he wasn’t actually sure of what he was watching.

You squeezed your eyes shut and loosed a breath, trying to mentally prep what you were going to say before you started. You could tell Max was already amped up, it seemed more furious at the fact that he was left out of the loop.

“Chloe and I were at the concert, we didn’t even know Dan, Michael and Blake were there. It was a complete coincidence.”

“In America?”

“Yes, Max, in America.” You snapped.

“I can’t understand a coincidence like this happening.”

“What do you want me to say? That we met up in secrecy and got caught because Daniel knocked someone out?” You rolled your eyes, your guess of how this conversation was going to go was exactly correct.

“I want you to tell me the truth. What has been going on with you the past few weeks? Things have been weird and the only common thread is you and Daniel. Just tell me what is really going on and we’ll deal with it.” Max snipped, his tone short and fed up.

“Really? You’re going to call me up and say ‘Hey just admit you’re fucking Dan’, and not ‘hey it looked like some asshole was really messing with you. Are you okay? What happened? Thank God Dan was there!’” You sat up in bed, anger flowing through you now.

“You said you were going to America with Chloe. Not Daniel. How can you not expect me to be surprised that there’s now a PR nightmare involving you and my teammate? Have you spoken to him, Horner is…” Max took a deep breath in like he couldn’t even find the word to describe the level of pissed that Christian was on.

“Okay stop. First; I don’t have to report to you, so stop making it seem like you’re a parent who is disgusted that their child lied. I am telling you that I was just as surprised as you were to see Dan there, ok? I was not expecting to be harassed by a douchebag, I was not expecting to be saved by anyone, let alone Dan, and I was really not expecting him to knock said douchebag out, ok? So forgive me if I don’t really care that Christian is pissed off. He’s always pissed off. “ You were practically yelling now, your volume causing Chloe to stir and lift her head from under her pillow.

“You usually tell me what’s going on.” Max sighed heavily.

“I just did.”

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

“Max. I just did. There is nothing going on between Dan and I.”

“Alright. I’ll see you in Canada then. Expect a call from Christian.” Max sounded like he didn’t really believe you, but he was willing to drop it.

“I’m telling you the truth, you’re being kind of a dick.” You blurted, your cheeks heating.

“I’m telling you, that I’ve known you since you were 9 years old and I can tell when you’re lying.”

“See you in Canada.” You bristled.

“Yeah, see you there.” Max responded, and you could hear the smirk and laugh in his voice, like he’d won.

You hung up.

Austrian Grand Prix

July 1st 2018

The Canadian Grand Prix and the French Grand Prix that followed were mainly uneventful, but you felt you could have cut the tension that was rising between Max and Daniel with a knife.

Both weekends Daniel had just narrowly missed out on a podium in P4. Coming off of a big win, that would have been frustrating enough, but the fact that Max had podiumed in each, you could tell that was like salt in the wound.

On top of that, you and Daniel had endured what you could only describe as torture after what happened in Colorado, which was now referred to by Christian Horner as “the incident”. The team principal’s words still rang in your head.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to do, if it’s sabotage Max’s teammate or if you’re truly attempting to have a relationship with Daniel but-”

“A relationship?! No! Neither of those things are true, I-” You had interrupted him and it seemed to piss him off further.

“BUT.” He raised his voice, cutting you off. “It stops now. He is a talented young driver with an extremely promising career ahead of him and whenever he tangles with you, you cause him trouble.”

After issuing a statement that explained what happened, the two of you had received knowing looks and chuckles or smirks every time you were in the same room as each other.

You had assured everyone that even kind of alluded to something, that there was absolutely nothing going on between the two of you, but you knew that some people just wouldn’t ever believe that you two were really in the same place on your time off by coincidence. One of those people being Max.

In an attempt to squash any rumors of the two of you being involved or of even being friends, and to appease your boss, you had kept your distance from him as much as possible around the paddock. However, it wasn’t easy. You would never admit it out loud, but you found yourself missing his laugh and that grin that lit up his entire face. Whenever he wasn’t being an asshole, he could be nice to be around.

But no one could ever know that, least of all, Daniel.

So even though today was his birthday and you really wanted to make a big deal out of it, you just couldn’t. Any time you began to consider approaching him, the words clanged through your psyche.

Whenever he tangles with you, you cause him trouble.

All you were able to express before the Grand Prix was a casual but rushed “Happy birthday” in passing in the hall. His eyes had lit up as he saw you and then seemed to fall when he realized you weren’t stopping to chat. You hated how that made you feel, but you kept walking, head down, focusing on your feet.

You were sure that he’d go out after the race and celebrate his birthday. He’d get drunk and have a great time and get laid. You also hated how that made you feel, you felt jealousy simmer through every pore, even though you knew you had no claim on him, no reason to even kind of feel jealous. You had kissed him once.

As the Grand Prix progressed, you were silently hoping that he’d do well today. You weren’t exactly wishing that Max wouldn’t do well, but a win for Daniel on his birthday? That would maybe ease some of the guilt felt coursing through you.

When Max took the lead and the cheers rippled through his garage, you smiled, clapping a few times. However, your eyes dropped to Daniel’s standings. He was P5 and holding strong. You silently pleaded that he’d make up a few standings. A podium.

He was holding strong against Lewis when suddenly he braked, slowing to a stop in the middle of the track. Your heart sunk, a heavy sigh fell from your mouth, pulling your shoulders down into a slump with it. Fuck. On his fucking birthday.

When the radio confirmed he was retiring the car and Daniel didn’t respond, not even his usual “Understood.”, you knew he had to be devastated. Your eyes watched the front of Max’s garage where you stood, waiting for him to walk by, but he never did. You assumed you could catch him after the race, before he went out partying. It couldn’t hurt to just make sure he wasn’t feeling too down right? You wouldn’t have to get too friendly, just be a supportive teammate. Wasn’t Christian just begging for this a while ago? For the two of you to just “get along and be civil”? That man would never be happy.

And it made you loathe yourself, but for the rest of the Grand Prix you didn’t hope for Max to win, as you should have, but instead hoped for just a glimpse of Daniel. Pathetic.

When the checkered flag waved and Max finished P1, you knew your hopes of seeing Daniel were completely dashed. Could you even blame him? If you were in his situation, you’d probably get far, far away from the happiness and joy exploding from the Red Bull team.

So you did your absolute level best to celebrate with Max and be happy for him. You were. Happy for him, that is. You knew how much this win meant for him, his first of the season. It was an answer to the bar that Daniel had set with his Monaco win and he’d been talking about beating his senior teammate all season long. As if Max’s ego wasn’t inflated enough after a win, beating Daniel after the tension filled season they’d begun, just added to it.

You sat in the corner of the hotel bar, sipping your drink and throwing smiles towards anyone who glanced your way, trying really hard to sell the idea that you were here in the moment, no where else to be, instead of concocting daydreams that involved Daniel, wishing you could see that bright smile. It felt cold and empty without that smile in your life and you were tired of it. Especially after what he’d done for you in Colorado. You couldn’t let yourself think of it too long or your blood heated, your pulse almost instantly quickening, thighs pressed together tightly as you pictured that possessive and protective look on his face.

What the fuck is wrong with me? You shook your head as if it would erase the thoughts like an etch - a -sketch. I don’t even like the protective and possessive type. Guys like that are gross and egotistical. Why would being someone’s property to defend be something hot? No.

You blinked and realized Max’s lips were moving but you didn’t hear the words.

“Sorry what?” You shook your head once more, your cheeks pinking slightly, feeling as if everyone here could read your thoughts and had caught you in the act.

Max raised an eyebrow and then narrowed his eyes, like he was trying to really see what was going on with you.

“I asked if you needed another drink and when you said nothing, I asked if you’d ever ignored that question in your life.” He pressed his lips together into a thin line and then the corner of his mouth pulled up into a smirk.

“Oh, another drink, yeah sure.” You nodded and then glanced at the cup in your hand, which was completely full.

“What’s wrong with you today?” Max’s voice was a mixture of concern and confusion.

“Nothing, I’ve just been a little spacey.” You shrugged.

Max glanced around the bar and then looked back to you, giving you a look that said I figured you out and I could out you right now if I wanted to.

You averted your eyes from him, taking a small sip from your glass and pretending there was something interesting on the cushion below you to stare at. You started when someone plopped down into the seat next to you, causing your head to snap up.

“So I haven’t heard the story yet and I need you to fill me in on all the little details.” A tipsy Charles grinned at you.

“What story?”

“The story of Daniel rescuing you that you are trying to pretend was coincidence.”

“It was a coincidence, asshole.” You flipped him off, biting back a chuckle.

“Listen. It’s me. It’s Charles. You can tell me.”

“You’re a- wait a second.” You frowned, realizing what it meant if Charles was here, celebrating Max. “Why aren’t you with Dan? Celebrating his birthday?”

“He said he wasn’t doing anything for his birthday. Just went back to his room.”

Charles kept talking but you didn’t hear it, your stomach just felt sick. Dan was in his room. Alone. On his birthday. After a DNF. Something in your chest hurt. If you left right now, it would be too obvious where you went. You tapped your fingers on your thigh as you tried to come up with a reason to slip away that couldn’t be misconstrued.

You glanced down at the glass in your hand and as soon as Charles’ eyes were off you, you sloshed cold liquid on your skin tight dress and gasped loudly.

“Oh shit!” You feigned frustration and pretended to fumble around for a napkin, hoping anyone watching would think you’d just made a tipsy mistake.

Max and Chares flinched, both turning, their eyes questioning you.

“Jesus, your dress is ruined.” Charles commented, taking your hand to help you stand while looking around for something to hand you to help you clean up the mess. He handed you a tiny thin cocktail napkin and you laughed when it crumbled as soon as it touched the liquid that was soaking into the fabric.

“I gotta go change.” You gave a disappointed breath, shaking your head as if you couldn’t believe that you were such an idiot.

Max didn’t even look at you twice, he simply nodded in acknowledgement and got back to the conversation he was having with a dark haired female.

“Do you want me to walk you back or are you alright?” Charles asked. “I’m no Daniel, but I will do my best to protect you if there is a bad man.”

You laughed loudly and shook your head. “You would be more of a liability than protection.”

Charles giggled and hiccupped before handing you another napkin he’d found somewhere as you began to walk out, a sympathetic smile on his face. He absolutely bought it. Perfect.

You hurried out of the hotel bar, glancing over your shoulder to ensure no one was following you or watching you as you hurried to the elevator, pulling your phone out of your small purse.

What room are you in? You quickly sent the message, hoping Daniel would answer quickly.

1330. Daniel’s reply popped up quickly, much to your surprise. He didn’t even question why you needed to know?

You pressed the button to his floor before you could change your mind, busying yourself with trying to use the tiny cocktail napkin to lessen the soaking wet splotch on your dress, your mind still reeling.

What was Dan even doing in his room alone on his birthday? The king of partying was just skipping his birthday?

Once the doors opened, you hurried down the hall with a purpose, determined not to let him pout alone and feel sorry for himself. That wasn’t the asshole you knew.

You rapped on the door, looking down at your dress again and huffing. If this dress didn’t come clean, Dan better realize what you sacrificed for him.

The door opened, and there stood Daniel, in joggers and a hoodie, the hood pulled up over his head. He looked like he didn’t plan to leave his room at all. He looked cute though, you thought.

“Hey.” You said softly, giving him a small smirk, trying to pull a smile out of him. “Happy Birthday.”

“Thanks.” Daniel gave you a single nod of his head and you couldn’t find a trace of happiness in his eyes.

“Can I come in?” You raised an eyebrow, chewing on the inside of your lip nervously.

Daniel didn’t respond, but he looked surprised as he stepped aside, holding the door open for you as you walked in. The space felt so….Daniel. His smell was everywhere. You weren’t sure where to stand or sit. Why does it feel so awkward?

Daniel looked at you curiously as you turned to where he stood, leaning against the wood desk his stuff was strewn across, hands shoved in the pockets of his sweats.

“I was hoping I could borrow a dress.” You joked, gesturing to the mess on the front of yours. The corners of Daniel’s mouth pulled up slightly, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“I lent my only slinky dress to Pierre, sorry.” Daniel quipped back, his eyes calling you out, as if to ask why you were really here.

“Slinky?” You gasped, turning your gaze from him to glance around the room. It was too hard to keep looking at him. When he didn’t say anything, you turned back to him, that expectant look still on his face, like he wasn’t going to waste any more time with your bullshit.

“It’s your birthday. You’re in your room alone.” You sighed, gesturing to the room.

“I didn’t feel like going out, it was a hectic day.” He shrugged.

“Have you ever not gone out on a birthday?”

“Don’t pretend like you know me well enough to say that.”

You blinked, shocked that he snapped at you like that.

“Look, I know today sucked but you won in Monaco. Your season isn’t a total bust. Besides, there’s still so much of it left.” You took a step towards where Daniel sat on the bed, trying to assess if you could sit next to him or not. “And your pace was really good today.”

“You’re not a race engineer, what do you know?”

His tone. The look on his face. You knew he was upset and in a bad mood, and rightfully so, but there was absolutely nothing you could do to stop the way your blood boiled. There was nothing you could do to stop the rage that bubbled up when you looked at his smug face.

“Hey. Fuck you.” You spat back, your hands going to your hips. Anyone else would have been appalled. Daniel just took it in stride, you’d said much worse to him in the past.

“Anything else?” He asked, nodding towards the door to suggest you could leave.

“Yeah, actually. Several other things.”

Daniel gestured for you to go on, an uninterested look on his face. It pissed you off even more.

“I came up here to see if you were okay, if you needed anything, and you had to be a prick? I get that you’re pissed that you’re losing to Max, but I’m trying here.”

“I am not losing to Max. My season is just fine.”

“That’s literally what I just fucking said and you tried to argue with me. Now you’re arguing the opposite of what I’m saying again. You just want to fight don’t you?” He made you feel like you were going absolutely insane.

Your eyes searched his, looking for any trace of the Daniel that you saw in Colorado. The Daniel who had clocked a dude much bigger than him for your sake.

“You’re the one getting angry.” The lack of care in his voice drove you insane. He’s fucking gaslighting you. Why had you even cared about him? Enough to come up and check on him?

“Stop baiting me! I’m sorry you had a shitty day on the track. Happy Birthday.” Your tone was clipped as you turned on your heel to leave.

“Just tell me what you came up here for.” He said, his voice a little louder in an attempt to stop you before you walked out the door.

“I already did! Bye!” You opened the door, waving a hand behind you even though you weren’t sure if he could even see you. You didn’t dare look back, you wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.

The door slammed shut behind you and you collapsed against it, cursing under your breath, furious at yourself for being so fucking stupid. Tears pricked your eyes from the frustration. You wanted to scream. You wanted to throw the door open and demand to know why he always had to make it so fucking difficult. There were times where the two of you felt on the same page without effort and then times like now, where no matter how hard you tried, you two were miles apart.

You stood up straight and dabbed the corners of your eyes to brush off the tears of infuriation. The sound of the door opening caught your attention, causing you to whirl towards the now open door. Daniel looked annoyed as he leaned against the door frame, arms crossed at his chest firmly. That stoked the flames of your anger. What reason did he have to be pissed?! He was the one being a dick.

“Get back in here.” He said, gesturing with his head towards his room.

“Why?” You spit, your tone could cut glass.

“Because I’m sick of you always running away. Finish what you start.”

Your eyes flared with rage as you stormed into his room, your shoulder bumping his as you pushed past him.

“I don’t always run away.” You grumbled once back in the room. Some part of you knew he was right, but there was no way you’d let him know that. You’d go down fighting and denying until your last breath.

“In Shanghai? In Monaco?” When you didn’t respond to him and let your eyes meet his, his expression wordlessly said that’s what I thought.

“I had a reason in Monaco, you embarrassed me.” You blurted, not expecting your response to be so honest but once it was out there, it felt good.

Daniel looked like he didn’t expect it either, something that looked like shame flickered across his eyes.

“What? I embarrassed you at the party?”

“What? The party? No, I was talking about your shitty comment in front of Charles.” Your brows furrowed in confusion and you remembered you’d run from the celebrations as well.

“I was talking about the party. One moment you were there and it seemed like you were having fun, the next you were missing and I heard from someone you’d left upset.”

“I wasn’t upset.” You lied, shifting yourself from foot to foot, the hours you’d already spent in your heels were starting to cause your feet to ache. You didn’t feel like you could sit down so you moved your weight to your other foot. Daniel’s eyes glanced down at your shoes and then back up at your face and he frowned.

“Take your shoes off if they’re bothering you.”

“They’re not.” You bristled. How dare he care about your well being while you were furious with him? You pretended you didn’t know what he was talking about, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, firmly standing on both feet. Daniel rolled his eyes, shaking his head in exasperation.

“If you weren’t upset then why’d you leave?” He got right back to it, like he knew pushing you would only make you dig your heels in. Literally.

“How’d you even notice? You were busy with the blonde.” You put your hands on your hips yet again, popping your hip out to one side, a gesture suggesting just how fed up you were.

“Which blonde?”

“Which blonde?” You laughed breathlessly. Of course he didn’t remember her, he probably stopped thinking about her the minute her clothes were back on. “Maybe if you spent more time worrying about driving instead of worrying about who you’re fucking next, you’d be winning more.”

“Wow, I didn’t realize you knew so much about me. When’s the last time I was worrying about who I was fucking next then hm?” He challenged and you suddenly felt like you were trapped or set up.

“Monaco!” You threw your hands up, your face saying duh! “The blonde!”

“She was hospitality. I had obligations as the winner of the Grand Prix. I followed her to meet some important people. Y’know take some pictures, shake some hands. Then when I came back, you were gone.”

Shit. Shitshitshitshit. You could actually feel your face fall as you realized your mistake, the conclusion you’d jumped to.

Daniel’s eyes lit up in realization, his face breaking into a wide grin and you fucking hated how it made your heart flutter to see that smile.

“What.” You spit, your jaw clenched tightly. The muscle in your jaw started to hurt from gritting your teeth so hard as he plopped down on his bed, leaning back on his hands and still smiling. His legs were spread wide and your mind jumped to what it would be like to straddle that lap. It’s too warm in here.

“You tried to date Hunter because you thought I was going home with the blonde.” He crooned, smirking at you like he was just so proud of himself. Your cheeks suddenly felt like they were on fire and you felt the blush creeping down your neck to your chest.

Okay now it’s fucking hot in here.

“No.” You lied, hating how unbelievable your voice sounded. “I wanted to go on a date, it had nothing to do with you.”

“You wanted to come home with me after Monaco, didn’t you?” Daniel’s voice was suddenly an octave lower, his eyes simmering a touch darker, holding your eyes pinned to his. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as you swallowed thickly, shifting from one strappy high heel to the other yet again, this time for an entirely different reason.

“No.” You rasped again, clearing your throat and forcing yourself to break the torturous eye contact he’d held you in. “Absolutely not. You’re the jealous one alright?” You knew you were scrambling and you had the feeling he knew too.

“Don’t try and spin it on me.”

“I’m not trying to do anything, Dan. I can prove it.” Thank God you remembered the ammunition you’d been packing for a while now.

Daniel raised an eyebrow, as if silently asking you to go ahead and prove it. You weren’t about to back down from the challenge. You kept your eyes on him as you pulled your phone from your clutch for the second time that night and held it up, a winning smile gracing your face. You wanted to see him squirm this time.

Now you were the one holding his gaze firmly and you could have sworn you saw a bit of panic behind his honey brown eyes.

“Whatever.” He thought he was calling your bluff. He was so wrong.

You tapped a few times on your phone and then took two steps towards where he sat, sitting down next to him on his bed and holding the phone up in between the two of you. You did your best to ignore how close he was to you now and ignore his gaze on your legs as you crossed one over the other and your dress rose up your thigh a bit more. You heard his breathing stumble.

“Heyyy, why aren’t you picking up the phone?” Daniel’s voice came through the speaker on your phone and your eyes shot to his face. His cocky façade held strong. So far.

“It’s Daniel. Daniel Ricciardo. You probably know that I reckon that’s why you didn’t answer eh? It’s like 3am or something here so... shit, I don’t know what time that makes it where you are.”

You bit back a smile. You could have recited the voicemail to him, you’d listened to it so many times. Daniel shook his head, a breathless laugh huffed out but his confidence remained in place.

“It just gets better from here.” You whispered, a genuine grin on your face.

“Anyway, you popped up on my screen, I got a...a….notification! Yeah, I got a notification that you liked my picture but when I clicked on it it was gone. Which picture was it?” Daniel’s eyes lifted to yours, an eyebrow raised in question.

“Well? Which was it?” He whispered. You ignored him. There was no way he was going to turn this into your embarrassment when you’d been dreaming of the moment you let him hear just how uncool he was, calling your phone at 3am in desperation.

“I don’t think you’ve ever liked anything that I’ve done.” Daniel’s voice on the phone was vulnerable and he shifted next to you. You could tell the honesty he spoke with was making him uncomfortable.

“Alright, I get it.” He said, clearing his throat roughly.

“Oh no, we’re not even close.” You laughed, shaking your head. Daniel curled his lips into his mouth, as if bracing himself.

“I know that you told her that I liked her a lot. She said that someone told her I really had feelings for her or something and that if I pulled away it was because that’s what I did when I felt shit or something and to not let me get away. It had to be you, you’re the only one who would do something that cruel. I know you told her…”

The two of you sat in silence now, just listening, neither of you wanting to even touch that subject right now.

“Which picture did you like? I was waiting all night for you to show up y’know. I was waiting and waiting and then you showed up, looking fucking incredible and smelling….delicious…”

His voice, so honest and raw, got you every single time. It had an effect on you even after the 50th time. You swallowed for the millionth time, uncrossing your legs, switching the other on top and squeezing them together tightly.

Daniel covered his face with his hands and groaned, falling backwards to lay back on the bed. It shouldn’t have made you grin like it did.

“And you laughed, you have a great laugh y’know? Anyway. I hope you’re having a nice week off and enjoying looking at my pictures. I hope you enjoy whichever one you like. If you take some time to really “enjoy” it…I won’t tell anyone. It’ll be our little secret…”

The voicemail ended and after a deep breath from Daniel and what seemed like a long time, he dropped his hands from his face. He sat back up. His mouth was a firm line and it looked like he was trying extremely hard to be aloof and uncaring.

“I had a lot to drink.” He shrugged.

You were actually speechless. His ability to cover up his emotions around you was unparalleled.

“Do you really not remember leaving that message? Or are you just mad that I didn’t reciprocate? Is this why you’re so insufferable? Because I’m the only girl you’ve ever wanted that told you no?” You weren’t sure why the words were tumbling out so aggressively, but you were absolutely desperate for him to show you something real, like you’d felt so many times in the past. How was he able to listen to that and not have a reaction?

“You haven’t told me no; I haven’t tried.” Daniel huffed.

“Australia?”

Daniel stood suddenly, whirling around to face you where you sat on the bed. You jumped at the sudden movement.

“Jesus fucking Christ! That’s not what was happening! How many times do I have to clarify that?!” His voice was louder now and you were surprised. You weren’t sure if you’d ever heard him start to lose it like this. You wanted more. More emotion. You didn’t care if it was anger, at least it was something.

“Then what were you doing?!”

“I was coming up to THANK YOU!” He blurted. “I was going to thank you for being nice to my mom because she really appreciated it ok?”

You tried to stammer a response but he wasn’t finished.

“But you couldn’t be anything but vicious for more than two seconds!” He paused and then his yelling turned into a low, thick cocky drawl of Australian arrogance. “If I wanted you, I would have had you by now.”

“You.” You growled, your voice breathy and full of deep, unchecked rage. “You are so unbelievably arrogant. I can’t believe I ever thought that there was even a possibility of us being friends.”

It looked like a flicker of hurt crossed over Daniel’s eyes but it was gone as soon as it appeared, cool confidence back right away.

“You’re warming up to me.”

“You helped me out in Colorado and I appreciate that, but it doesn’t change the fact that I hate you.” Your verbal assault was aggressive and loud.

“Because you can’t have me?” He laughed, the corner of his mouth pulling up slightly.

You saw red. You stood, not quite at eye level with him, but still staring him down.

“NO. Because you’re cocky. Arrogant. You think you’re the Sun and we all revolve around you. Because I’m the only one who can see through your bullshit, your charm. Because you’re a great fucking driver and yet you can’t get your head out of your ass and put Max in his fucking place.”

Now you were sure you saw hurt in his eyes but you couldn’t stop. It was like letting out everything that you’d been thinking for the past two years.

“Because when you met me, you were so misogynistic that you thought I couldn’t have a job as anything actually meaningful in your Formula 1 world. And you thought that I got where I was by sleeping my way there. And continued to think that and spread it around even after I told you it wasn’t true. Because you’re impossible! You never shut up, you never know when to stop! Because you fuck everything that moves and then move on, you’re the playboy type that I fucking hate!” You spit your words with such ferocity that you were surprised he stood there and took it.

Daniel blinked and again, hurt was gone. It was replaced by anger.

“Good, I fucking hate you too!” He snapped, his voice louder than you’d ever heard it, the way he shook his head causing the hood of his hoodie to fall off his head. Anger sizzled in his eyes as he pushed past you, stomping towards the door.

“This is your room, where are you going?!” You yelled, following after him.

“Away from you!”

“Look who’s running away now.” You sniped.

Daniel paused, hand on the handle of his door. He stood completely frozen and you could swear you could hear him huffing breaths in and out angrily. You had really pissed him off. He finally whirled around and strode back to you, standing face to face with you, towering over you a bit, his face just inches from yours.

“I am not running away.” He snarled.

“But you want to.” You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to challenge your statement.

“Stop trying to piss me off.”

“Why? You do it to me all the fucking time. You did it to me when I walked into this room.”

“That’s bullshit.”

“You stood on that street in Monaco and pushed and pushed until I was furious and you knew exactly what you were doing.” Your voice was quieter now, but not any less aggressive.

“You keep saying you were furious, but you kissed me.”

“To shut you up!!”

“No, to ease the fucking miserable tension!”

His words made your stomach drop. You knew exactly what he was referring to but neither of you had ever acknowledged that out loud. It was unspoken, buried deep and never looked at. You weren’t sure if you could handle it being out in the open.

“What tension?” You feigned confusion and Daniel’s eyes looked at you like you had gone mad.

“THIS!” He gestured between the two of you. “Don’t think that I don’t know why you have to be so mean.”

His words started to hit home, they stung with accuracy and you hated the way they caused panic in your chest. Your fight or flight flared.

“Whatever.” Your voice wasn’t as sure and you’d hoped. “I was so angry that if I didn’t take it out on you, I would have lost it.”

Daniel didn’t look impressed, he just huffed a breath and you felt the air kiss your face.

“Well for as much as I fucking hate you, I don’t take my anger out on you.”

You looked eyes with him, searching for a sign that his words weren’t true. He didn’t actually hate you that much.

“Maybe you should.” You breathed, your voice quiet. Daniel blinked in confusion.

“What?”

“Maybe you should take it out on me.” You repeated, your voice gravelly and rough.

“Don’t test me.” The reverberation of his voice went straight through you, all the way down to that pit in your stomach. The anger and frustration was still present on Daniel’s face, but now his eyes were clouded with something else. The two of you stood inches away, neither of you backing down.

You lifted your hand and gestured to say well?

Daniel’s eyes left yours and glanced at your lips and then back up, as if asking permission. When you didn’t respond, he stepped back a bit and you felt the sting of disappointment.

“I knew it. Same as on track, just a whole lot of talk.” You pushed one more time, internally begging him to be the one to snap. It worked.

Daniel lunges, his lips crashing against yours roughly as he kisses you with mostly teeth and tongue, no tenderness whatsoever, causing you to stumble back, violently slamming the backs of your thighs against the desk behind you. You’re falling backwards, but Daniel’s hands are there in an instant, grabbing your hips and lifting slightly to make sure your ass is firmly planted on the desk, all the while his lips never leaving yours.

The kiss is hot and filthy, his tongue pushing into you like he means you fully taste you with it. It’s all you can do to keep up, a soft moan escapes you and he immediately swallows it. Your head spins, the taste and smell of him is intoxicating. One of his large warm hands is suddenly on the back of your neck, holding you to him firmly as if he was worried you’d slip from his grasp.

Your brain finally begins to catch up and you know that you should hate this. You should push him off of you, curse him out and leave. But even though you know that’s what you should do, you don’t even consider it for a moment.

Daniel’s teeth clamp down on your lip, suddenly and sharply, as if he knows you’re thinking too much and needs to bring you back to this moment, the right here, right now. You gasp in surprise at the sensation of pain and then shudder as it only increases the wetness that’s now pooling between your legs.

Your lips break apart for a moment, the two of you panting, his nose bumps against yours gently. When you get the nerve to open your eyes to try and assess him, his lips are already trailing across your jaw line, nipping and biting in spots along the way, his fingers sliding up the nape of your neck to tilt your head and move you exactly as he needs for more access.

Your eyes flutter shut again, your breathing ragged as you try to contain the whimpers that keep threatening.

His other hand is then on your thigh, pushing it to the side roughly so he can slide further into the space between your legs. Your dress slides up to your hips as his jogger clad groin presses firmly against your semi-exposed center. Your body responds, hips pushing forward to meet that pressure and try to direct it to where you need it most, your other leg now falling open widely without hesitation.

Daniel reciprocates by grinding into you roughly, and you catch the soft groan in the back of his throat before your eyes fall shut and your mouth forms a silent ‘oh’ as your stomach drops in a delicious way.

The sloppy kisses on your neck and collarbone stop and Daniel pulls back and you nearly whimper at the loss of contact. You open your eyes curiously and are met with the sight of Daniel breathing heavily, honey colored eyes blown wide with lust, lips swollen and bitten. You just about melt at the sight.

You aren’t sure if this is him giving you an out or if he realized he didn’t want to do this, so you learn up closer to him, removing the distance he just created. You give him a silent raise of your eyebrow.

Daniel swallows and you see the muscles in his jaw flicker as if he was clenching his teeth. Like he’d realized what just happened and leashed himself.

You realize you read him exactly right, he was giving you a chance to back out, a chance to leave. It makes something in your chest tighten and threaten your emotions.

“Was that it?” You smirk, your fingers slipping up under his hoodie.

“I want to make sure you meant what you said.” Daniel responds, his tone short and clipped.

“Which part?”

“That I should take my anger out on you.”

“I meant it.” You dig your nails in slightly on his back and he closes his eyes in response. “You just had a shit race. On your birthday. I know you’re pissed. Isn’t this how you always deal with emotions? By fucking someone? ”

When Daniel’s eyes open again they’re darker. You start to lift his hoodie, to suggest you want to take it off.

“Stop talking.” His arms cross in front of him and hands clamp over yours to assist you in pulling his hoodie off, throwing it to the floor with an alarming amount of force. You rake your eyes over his bare chest and stomach and you think your brain actually short circuits.

It pisses you off just how attractive he is. Every inch of him makes your mouth salivate.

“How does it work? Do you just find the most willing girl and bring her back so that you don’t have to lay in bed and think about the fact that you’re-”

Daniel kisses you harder this time and when he takes a step back, he pulls you with him by the fabric of your dress. You’re standing on weak legs as he kisses you with such force that your upper body is bent backwards slightly as his hands on your lower back try to pull you even closer to him. His bare skin is hot and you want nothing more than for him to rip your dress off so you can feel your skin against his.

His hands travel, running over the sides of your hips giving them a firm squeeze before making their way back to your lower back, this time not stopping there and sliding over your ass. You expect them to stop there, but he firmly palms your ass and then keeps moving, stopping at the spot where the back of your thighs meet your ass.

You feel him starting to lift you slightly, his lips still refusing to leave yours. It clicks and you know exactly what he wants. You jump and wrap your legs around his waist, his strong arms holding you firmly as you throw your arms around his neck, one hand tangling in his soft curls.

You feel him smirk into the kiss and you’re reminded of the first time you kissed him in Monaco. You had wanted to taste him again since that day. It makes you clench your legs around him tighter and bite his lip this time and he gives your ass a soft slap in response. You couldn’t hold in the whine that escapes even if that hadn’t surprised you. He responds with a low grunt, almost as if he’s agreeing with you.

His hands slide your dress up, exposing your bare ass, your small thong not giving you any sense of modesty. When his palms come in contact with your skin, he groans lowly into your mouth. He digs his fingers in firmly.

“Fuck.” He breathes against your lips. Now it’s your turn to smirk. You assume he’s going to move you to the bed, so when he slams your back up against the wall, you squeak in surprise.

“Don’t fucking smirk at me.” Daniel growls, still attacking your lips, his lips biting at yours unforgivingly. Now that he has the wall to assist, he thrusts his hips against yours and you feel him, rock hard and providing friction in just the right spot.

“You started it, asshole.” You try to quip, but when it comes out as a moan, it loses it’s bite.

Daniel’s hand slides between the two of you, the other still under your thigh, his body pressing you against the wall to keep you up. His fingers move in between your legs, finding your completely ruined underwear. Your cheeks flush.

“If I’m such an asshole, why are you absolutely dripping when I haven’t even touched you?” He whispers as he pushes your thong to one side and slides a finger through your folds, his voice sickly smug.

You bite your lip so hard you worry about drawing blood as you try to pretend that his touch isn’t making you come undone.

He pushes a finger into you easily and your cheeks heat further at how right he is, you’re drenched. You wonder if he’s thinking the same thing but when he presses his forehead against yours, commanding your attention as he curls his finger inside you, you no longer have the capacity to think about anything but how he’s making you feel.

“Hmm?” He questions, pulling his finger out, adding another when he thrusts them back in. You thought that question was rhetorical.

“Guess I get off on assholes.” You pant through gritted teeth, still trying to downplay his effect on you.

Daniel looks annoyed as he continues thrusting his fingers into you, his eyes studying you as if he’s watching for any sign of you breaking.

“All assholes? Or just me?” Under his firm, taunting tone, you knew what he wanted to hear.

“Don’t get cocky.”

That’s not what he wants to hear. He narrows his eyes and places the pad of his thumb on your clit and in seconds you’re gasping at just how expertly he begins working it.

“Yeah? Who else compares? Max?”

You know he doesn’t think that’s true. You know he’s only trying to push your buttons the way you’ve been pushing his.

It works.

Your eyes shoot open and his look excited at the anger held in them.

“You’re such a fuc-” You’re unable to even finish your insult, a moan rips through you as his fingers move with new intent. He leans forward, his mouth assaulting your collarbone, you know he has to be leaving a pronounced mark there.

“What? Sorry didn’t catch that.”

He sounds so fucking smug. So full of himself and fuck, it pisses you off. You know you’re on the edge, the anger boiling in you, the heat of his skin, the way he is looking at you, you’re already about to tumble into a blinding orgasm.

You fumble and start to grasp for any tiny semblance of control, squirming against him and the wall. When you realize it’s futile, you decide to switch tactics.

“Yeah, Max.” You pant out, hoping your face doesn’t tell him you’re full of shit.

His motions stop, fingers freezing, smug satisfied smirk dropping. You can see his eyes trying to process and calculate what you just said. You unwrap your legs and lets you stand, his hand slipping from between your legs.

“You and…Max?”

You let him stew for one more second and then place your hands on his chest and push him firmly, climbing on top of him as he falls back onto his bed. When you straddle him at his waist, a huge shit eating grin on your face, he catches on.

You know that if he really wants to, he could toss you off of him with ease, but when his hands land on your hips and squeeze, you realize he doesn’t want to.

“Y’know, you never even asked what happened to my dress.” You sigh dramatically as his hands quickly pull it up over your head, leaving you in only your bra and thong.

“I don’t care about your fucking dress right now.” Daniel growls moving to sit up and kiss you again but before he can, you push him back down firmly. He looks shocked and you wish you could take a picture of that expression and have it to look back on.

You shimmy down and then shift so you’re laying in between his legs, kissing your way down his abs the whole way. He moves to prop himself up on his elbows and you give him a glare in warning.

He bites his lip and stills and you can tell he’ll do anything as long as you continue. You slowly untie his joggers, and pull them down, his hips lift right away to help you. Once he’s left in just his tight boxer briefs, you can see the outline of him and your eyes widen. You hope he doesn’t notice.

He notices.

The corner of Daniel’s mouth pulls up into a smirk and it makes you even more determined to put him in his place. You waste no time, pulling his boxers down and letting him spring free. He’s thick and long and you silently curse the fact. Of course he’s this well endowed, there’s not a single inch of him that’s imperfect.

You take in the tattoo all gracing his right thigh and can’t help but swallow thickly at the sight of it.

He shifts under you and you realize you’ve been staring.

“Don’t think I’ve ever seen you stunned silent.” He drawls, smirk turning into a cocky grin.

“Again, so cocky.” You roll your eyes and growl, leaning forward and licking him from base to tip defiantly. Daniel throws his head back and you think you actually hear him whine. To have this level of control over him feels so good.

You lick at the precum bubbled around his slit and Daniel’s mouth drops open. His hips shift again impatiently. You look up at him under your eyelashes as you wrap your lips around his top and slowly take him into your mouth.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck…” He hisses, shifting his weight to one elbow so he can lift his hand and thread his fingers through your hair. He grabs a handful of your hair firmly and you can tell it’s taking everything in him to not pull or thrust up into your mouth.

You begin to guide your mouth up and down his length, your hand taking care of whatever you can’t reach and the sounds he starts to make are absolutely delicious. His hand on your head twitches, his other hand grabbing the bedspread and fisting it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Shit, how-” He rambles, his mouth still hanging open, his eyes taking you in with stunned admiration.

You pull off for a moment, your hand quickly taking place and working him smoothly, the sound filthy as his cock is slicked with your saliva.

“What was that you were saying about me getting off on someone I hate?” You preened before dropping your head back down and taking him in your mouth again. You gave him a few seconds and when he didn’t respond you took your mouth off of him again, this time not using your hand at all, all stimulation stopping.

His head shot up and this time he really did whine.

“Please, fuck, you’re so- just please” He panted, shaking his head in disbelief. His words made you swell with confidence, you could listen to him beg like this all day. His hand on the back on your hand pushed, but not hard, just to try to urge you to keep going.

“Hmm? How many women that you hate, do you beg like this?” You ask with a smug closed lip smile before taking him into your mouth again, this time taking him faster and deeper into your throat before again, pulling off and stopping completely.

“Fuck! Fuck you!” Daniel hisses, his fist lifting and punching the bed in frustration. You grin.

“Well? How many?”

“None. You. Just you.” Daniel blurts.

You blink in shock, not expecting him to crumble so easily. It pulls at something in your chest.

“Wasn’t expecting you to fold so easily.” You hum, before lowering your head down and pushing his cock all the way to the back of your throat. You hold him there for a moment and feel him twitch and then pull off again completely.

Daniel looks like he’s in physical pain.

“I should have known you’d be so fucking difficult.” He growls, the hand in your hair now pushing your head down to his cock with force. You absolutely give in, letting him fist your hair roughly and direct your lips back onto him.

Once your mouth is around him again, he doesn’t push with his hand, instead he thrusts up into your warmth, shoving himself to hit the back of your throat. You gag around him slightly and hear him moan loudly.

“Maybe you didn’t realize what you were asking for did you, sweetheart?” He grunts as he thrusts into your mouth over and over, causing your spit to dribble from chin as well as soak his dick.

What he doesn’t realize is that this is exactly what you were hoping when you asked him to take out his anger on you. You wanted him to use you. You want him to know that he can give you his worst and you can take it. You will take it.

“Fuck- you’re taking it so- so good.”

You’re throbbing between your legs.

His rhythm begins to falter and he swells in your mouth, his breaths now fast and ragged and you realize he’s close.

Daniel must realize it at the same time because he moves swiftly, pulling you off of his cock by your hair. Your face must be a mess but before you can do anything to fix it, he’s sitting up and wrapping a firm arm around you. You’re on the same page as him as you move from laying in between his legs to scramble up to straddle his lap. His hands wrap around you, palms splayed on your back, pulling you to him as he kisses you with renewed passion.

His hands slide to your back and he makes quick work of your bra. Once it’s off, you press your chest against his, still trying to get closer to him. He flips you, holding himself up on his arm above you. He pauses for a moment and scans his eyes over you, taking every inch of you in.

He frowns when his eyes meet your bottom half and you feel self conscious. His fingers loop around your thong and slide it down your legs, leaving it at your calves. He then eyes you again and exhales slowly, licking his lips.

“God fucking damn you.” He says, shaking his head in disbelief. You raise an eyebrow in question.

“God fucking damn you for looking this absolutely delicious. Say something shitty so I can remember why I hate you.” Daniel leans down and punctuates his words with a deep, passionate kiss.

Daniel’s eyes are darker when he pulls away and his hand grabs your thigh roughly and pushes it open, his cock grazing your entrance. When he doesn’t push in further, you try to lift your hips and do it yourself.

“Were you serious? I can talk about Max more if you want.”

He looks like he’s ready to absolutely destroy you, but he’s still.

“I- I don’t have a condom.” He blurts.

“What?!” It’s not the disappointment, it’s the disbelief. “No way that’s true.”

“I swear to God. You think I want to derail absolutely fucking ruining you? Especially when you have the nerve to say another man’s name in my bed?” His words turn your stomach.

“I’m..” You stumble over your words, you can’t think when he’s looking at you like that. “I’m good if you are.”

“Are you sure?” Daniel’s tone is soft for just a second, his eyes searching yours. You nod eagerly.

“I haven’t been with anyone else in…a while.” You admit.

“It’s been a while for me as well. We’re good then?”

“What? A while? Don’t lie to me.” You frown, knowing he was with the girl from Ferrari a few months ago.

“I’m not!”

“The Ferrari? You’re telling me you didn’t take a ride in her Ferrari?”

Daniel busts out laughing, shaking his head. “I can’t stand you.”

“Answer the question!”

“No!”

“No, what?”

“No, I didn’t sleep with her.” Daniel says, exasperated.

You watch his eyes carefully to try and detect if he's lying or not. His eyes lock on yours and you believe him.

“Okay. Do your worst.” You smirk, watching the way his eyes darken again at your words. You lean up and kiss him again, your hand tangling in his hair and then pulling him down with you.

The laughter and lightness shifts immediately as Daniel pushes into you roughly. You gasp loudly, your eyes closing as you arch your back. He stretches you in the most perfect way, you’ve never felt so full. The burn is so good as he pulls out slowly and then pushes back in, rougher this time, causing you to cry out.

“Fuck, Daniel!” Your voice is a plea, begging him for anything and everything. He moans louder in response, lifting his head from where it rested in the crook of your neck.

“Good.” He croons. “That’s a good girl” His praise sends a shockwave through you and you’re unable to stifle the loud moan that rips from low in your stomach as he continues thrusting slowly, but incredibly hard, deep into you.

He must pick up on the way his words affect you. He pulls out of you briefly to stand and grabs your ankles and yanks you down towards where he stands at the edge of the bed. You let out a gasp. You hope he can’t tell that the rougher he is, the more you come undone.

Still holding your ankles, Daniel crosses one hand over the other, flipping you onto your stomach. His hands then clutch your hips firmly, pulling you up to your hands and knees.

You wait for a moment, but when you don’t feel anything, you turn to look over your shoulder.

“Just admiring how good you look like this. Waiting patiently for me.” He throws you an appreciative feline smile. “I want to remember you being so good for me.”

You drop your head back down, letting it hang loose in between where you’ve braced yourself on your hands, a petulant whine urging him to get on with it.

When you feel his tongue lick a firm stripe through your folds, it’s absolutely not what you expected and pleasure rips through your body.

“Fuckin’ hell…” He breathes against your core, the hot air teasing you. “I’ve thought about how you’d taste.” He licks you again, this time much slower and then following it up with a few short laps. Your legs shake and you drop your stomach, arching your back and pushing your hips back towards him in search of more.

“But you taste even better that I imagined.” His voice was full of exasperated disbelief as he dove in again, this time beginning his efforts in earnest. You have no defense against the sounds that spill out of you and after a moment, you realize you’re begging him.

“Oh God, please! Fuck, oh my God.” You pant, your voice breaking in the middle of your pleas. You’re reaching your peak already and can’t do much to slow the tightening deep inside you that’s threatening to snap.

“Dan-” You rasp. “I’m gonna- Fuck! I’m gonna come”

He hums against you, his tongue dipping into you before going back to his assault on your clit. Your legs shake and you’re about to completely shatter.

And then he stops.

“I’m going to give you a chance to make up for lying to me earlier.” He says, his ands on your ass, spreading your cheeks and digging his fingers in.

You want to scream. The bastard.

“Who compares?”

You don’t respond. You don’t want to give in.

His hand lifts from your right ass cheek and comes down hard, the slap ringing through the room, followed by the sound of you crying out.

“I know you want to be a good girl for me.” His voice sounds sweet and it makes your stomach flip again. Your head is dizzy and confused, sick with how much he drives you crazy.

He slaps your ass again and you shudder, this time crying out not from the sting of pain, but from the pleasure that suddenly continues to push you towards your orgasm. He notices.

“You like that don’t you?” Again his hand makes contact on your ass, you feel the skin there heating now. “You like it when I’m a little mean?”

You whimper and shake your head, trying to deny it.

“No? Want me to flip you over and fuck you in missionary like a jackhammer until I come and then roll over and go to sleep like every single other man you’ve been with?” Daniel’s words make wetness drip out of you, you feel it on your inner thigh.

“No!” You finally respond.

“Of course not.” He hums, leaning in and finally putting his mouth on you again, and you shudder in relief.

“You get off on me being mean, don’t you?” Daniel eats you like you’re his last fucking meal, sucking and biting at your clit in between dipping his tongue into you. When you don’t respond, he slaps your ass again, this time much harder.

“Yes!” You scream, feeling yourself clinch around nothing.

“Mmm, I knew it.” He coaxes and you fall over the edge, your orgasm wracking through your limbs and making you collapse onto the bed. Daniel’s hands quickly move under your hips to hold you up enough that he can continue you lick and eat you through each wave. You hear something over and over and realize it’s you, repeating his name over and over.

“Dan, Dan, Dan, oh fuck, Dan.” You sob in unadulterated pleasure.

Once you come down, he moves up you, his chest pressed against your back, his head right by your ear. He positions himself at your entrance again, roughly grabbing you behind your knee and splaying your leg out to the side.

Your face is still buried in the comforter of the bed as you try and catch your breath but you know that he’s waiting for the okay. You nod.

“I need you to say it.” He says softly, his tone even and you know this isn’t about control. That’s not why.

“Yes. I want you. Please.” You breathe into the bed.

He grabs your face in his hand, his palm cupping your jaw and turns you to look at him.

“One more time.” He smiles at you. “This time just because I want to see your face when you say it.”

You don’t have it in you to fight it anymore.

“Yes. Dan, I want you. Please. Please.” Your last word is a whisper.

Daniel kisses you sloppily as he pushes into you, filling you again and you wonder how you ever lived without this.

“You feel so fucking good.” He groans in your ear, each thrust harder than the last. One hand snakes around your waist and holds you in place firmly while he drives into you, over and over.

“You’re taking me so well, aren’t you baby?” Daniel praises into your ear, obviously zeroing in on your praise kink. You nod breathlessly.

“I’m going to ask you one more time.” His voice is a low, threatening growl. It makes you throb. “Who. compares.” he punctuates each word with a thrust.

“Who else turns you into such a pliant little slut so easily?” As if to add to his point, his hand around your waist is now at the apex of your thighs, rubbing circles on your clit. You gasp, hips writhing at the pleasure and oversensitivity mixed together.

“No one else.” You cry, turning your head up and desperately searching for his lips.

“Say my name.”

“No one else Daniel.”

His other hand finds yours and intertwines your fingers tightly, but he still doesn’t give you the kiss you’re asking for. You whimper and open your eyes. You see he’s been looking at you the whole time. When your eyes meet his, it clicks. Somehow you know exactly what he wants. Another moment where you’re on the same page.

“No one else” You start again, this time looking into his eyes as he bites his lip, holding in a groan. “Dan.”

He kisses you fiercely, his fingers squeezing tightly around yours as he roughly pulls your hips up higher with the arm around you, driving into harder and deeper, splitting you from the inside out.

“Such a good girl for me. My good girl.” He mumbles into your mouth, the words barely coherent through the kisses.

You moan and cry out into his mouth, somehow no longer able to even worry how embarrassing the sounds are.

“Y-you know how I knew you’d get off on me being a little mean to you?” He pants out the question, it takes him a while to get it out as his rhythm stumbles and stutters and you feel his cock twitch inside you.

“Tell me.”

Before Daniel answers, he sits back on his knees, bringing you with him, your back still pressed against his chest. He moves his hand with yours, the two still interlocked, and places it on your chest just below your throat, splaying your fingers open with his. His large hand engulfs yours as he holds you firmly in place and thrusts up into you, the position letting him go even deeper.

Your head swims as you drop it back onto his shoulder limply. His mouth presses a kiss to your ear.

“Because I know you’re fucked up in the same way I am.” He whispers.

It’s something real from him. It pushes you over the edge yet again. It’s an orgasm that starts small and then kaleidoscopes, spreading out to every limb, imparting every cell with overwhelming euphoria. You come, and come, and come, and at some point, he jumps over the edge with you, heightening what you thought for sure could not be heightened.

He whimpers your name and praises you over and over again as he comes inside you, his hand clenching yours incredibly tightly.

When it finally ends, he falls sideways onto the bed, taking you with him. The two of you lay still for a moment, the only sound in the room is your mingled panting.

After a moment of stillness, he places his hand on your right ass cheek as slips out of you and you wince, the skin tender there. He notices. Since when did he become so perceptive?

“Shit, sorry.” He whispers, placing a kiss on the red, angry skin before rolling away and walking to the bathroom. He comes out with a wet washcloth and without a thought, cleans you up gently, his touch an alarming contrast to earlier. You give him an appreciative smile and then take your turn in the bathroom.

When you come back, you glance around the room for your clothes, assuming you need to leave, but Daniel is waiting right there, as if he next what your next move would be.

“Hey.” He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you back to the bed. You go limp in his arms, letting him rest your head on his chest and sigh, relieved. “ You never told me what happened to your dress.” He smiles down at you, his fingers tracing light circles on your hip.

You cheeks heat and you look away and you feel his chest shake as he laughs.

“That bad? C’mon tell me.” Daniel places his finger under your chin to gently raise your head to look at him.

“I need you to know something.” You say firmly.

“Alright.”

“I still fucking hate you.” You can’t get the words out without a smile pulling on the corner of your lips. But you’re absolutely serious! The situation just makes it hard to act serious.

Daniel laughs again, this time his head falls back against the headboard. You hold in your giggle and wait for him to finish.

“I’m serious!” You sit up, looking him in the eyes.

“Mhm. I know you are.” He grins and it’s infuriating. “Don’t worry. I still fucking hate you too.” He grabs your face in his hands and kisses you. You hated him, yes. But you couldn’t help but love that yet again, you two were on the same page.

As you started to doze off, your limbs tangled with his, one thought echoed in your head over and over again.

Whenever he tangles with you, you cause him trouble.

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Found Family

Abby Anderson x F! Reader Mini Series

FINAL CHAPTER

Song Used: Dear One, Mary Lambert

Chapter Fourteen; Dear One

*TWO YEARS OLD*

"I look ridiculous." I groan, adjusting the pale blue dress Kayla had helped me fix up a few weeks ago.

"You look beautiful." Kayla assures, running her hands down the lacy sides to smooth them out. I look at myself in the mirror. I have to admit, the dress is very beautiful. A beautiful ruffled skirt and rose patterned lace sides and metal buttons along the back, all a soft periwinkle color. I even let Kayla put a small braid in my hair on the right side, tucking it as well as the rest of my hair behind my ear. Kayla stands beside me, pulling me into a hug. "This dress really suits you." She says.

"I never thought I'd be getting married." I say with a nervous laugh. "I didn't think weddings were still a thing after the outbreak."

"Yet here you are." Kayla smiles. "You're about to marry the love of your life." I smile, feeling my hands shake.

"I'm nervous. Why am I nervous?!" I laugh. "I shouldn't be nervous!"

"Awww!" Kayla chuckles. "You're just excited! It's adorable!" She fixes her hair, loose strands of red falling out of her ponytail. The pink sundress she wears is the same style as the small white one she found for Evangeline.

"I can't wait to see Abby." I sigh, hugging Kayla. "Thank you for everything. You've planned an amazing wedding, Kayla."

"I'm your best friend!" Kayla smiles. "It's my job!" A knock at the office door pulls our attention toward it. Lev stands there wearing the same suit he wore when Evangeline was born. Kayla fixed it up so it would fit him better, seeing as it was too long in the first place.

"Y/N!" Lev smiles, running up and hugging me. "I'm here to walk you down the aisle!"

"Oh God it's already time?!" I feel my heart race in my chest, reaching into my pocket for the yellow paper I had written my vows on months ago. "Okay okay. Let me just go over these one more time."

"Nope!" Lev links his left arm with my right. "We're going now!" I turn around to look at Kayla. She gives me a warm smile, grabbing a bouquet Evangeline had helped her make.

"I'll see you out there!" Kayla whispers, hugging me tightly before walking out the door and around the corner.

"Lev." I mumble, staring straight ahead as I slowly walk with him out the door. "I'm terrified."

"Don't be." Lev says, squeezing my hand. "Remember, it's about you and Abby. Everyone who's here is here because they love you guys. They support you. You and Abby are the only people that matter right now, so just pretend it's only the two of you in this church."

"You're right." I nod, taking a deep breath. The music gets louder as we walk closer to the doors of the main room. She Keeps Me Warm by Mary Lambert. A song Abby and I have slow danced to a million times. "Thank you, Lev."

"You're welcome." Lev says as we stop right before the doors. "Ready?" I nod again, pushing the doors open and walking in with Lev. The flower petals Evangeline had thrown earlier litter the dark wooden floor. All of our friends and neighbors turn to watch. I can feel their stares, but the only stare that matters to me in this moment is Abby's. Her eyes are locked on mine, a huge smile on her face. I feel myself tear up, seeing how beautiful she looks. She decided to wear a suit that matches Lev's. It fits her perfectly, making her look like as incredible as a marble statue. A tear falls down my cheek as Lev lets go of my arm, standing me right in front of Abby. I take her hands in mine.

"You look beautiful." Abby whispers, tears sparkling in her eyes.

"You should see yourself." I whisper back, laughing quietly.

"Mommy!" A familiar squeaky voice calls from the front row. Evangeline wriggles her way out of the arms of Kayla's little sister, running towards me as the crowd laughs. I bend down and open my arms for her as she runs into them. I lift her up, holding her close as Abby and I pepper her face with kisses. "Can I stay?" Evangeline asks, wanting to stay close by her moms.

"Yes you can." I nod, smiling as I set her down by my feet. She sits cross legged beside me, watching as Abby and I listen to Kayla's mother, Eileen, speak a bit about the two of us. I can't tear my eyes away from Abby's, feeling so safe and at home here with her. The whole world seems to disappear when I look at her. I don't even notice Eileen say it's time for vows until Abby lets go of my hands, pulling a piece of notebook paper out of her pocket.

"Okay." Abby sighs, her hands shaking. "Y/N..." She looks at me with so much love and joy. "When we first met, you were floating down a river trying to figure out how the hell you were going to survive. And when I saved you, you threatened me. Even though you had no weapons and you looked like a half-dead drowned rat." Abby and I laugh at the memory. "That's when I realized 'Oh fuck, I'm falling in love!' Then you trusted me, you came home with me and let me give you safety and food and comfort. It kinda felt like bring a wild animal into my home for the first time."

Abby's chuckle is cut off by a sniffle. "When you woke up screaming one night after a nightmare and asked me to stay with you, I knew I wanted to protect you and do anything I possibly could to make you happy and give you the life you deserve just like you've done for me. You've been through so much and you're still the strongest woman I've ever known. You gave me your heart. You've shown me a love I never thought I deserved until I met you. Fuck, you even gave me my own family! I wanna spend the rest of my life loving you and treasuring every single moment I have with you and our family. I love you so much." Abby wipes her tears away as I reach into my pocket for my vows.

I wipe my own tears away as I look at my writing. "Well." I pause, chuckling a bit. "I mean how the hell am I gonna top that?" The guests and Abby laugh at me as I take a deep breath. "I'm not great with words or romance... or people, really. But, when I met you, I felt this comfort and love I had never felt before and it made me want to try to love people again. When I told you about my past, you didn't judge me. You supported me every step of the way and stepped in to raise Evangeline as our baby. You are my angel. You are my savior. I..." I sniffle, wiping away more tears. "I should probably get to the vows before I start sobbing." I laugh. "Abby and I fell in love with Mary Lambert's music after I forced her to listen to it with me and... one of her songs has always stuck with me and made me think of her. So... Abby, I'm gonna use it as my vows to you, if that's okay." Abby laughs quietly, nodding and urging me to continue.

I take a deep breath. "Where did you come from, bright star? What heaven did you leap from, dear love? How can I say your name without the sound of Autumn underneath my tongue? Without acknowledging the lovers who bent me in half? Bless them for bringing me to you. How can I say your name without also breathing the words 'My God, I found you!'" I pause, taking a deep breath as I feel tears pour down my cheeks. "How can I ever speak again with this mouth when it has found where it belongs? When you touch me, I am a bed of calla lillies. I will make a house for you and fill it with evergreens. I will paint sunsets on every wall so you can only see beautiful things." Abby watches me, sobbing quietly as her smile grows even bigger.

"How can I say 'love' without wanting to fold myself into you like a thousand paper cranes. Dear one, I was halved the moment I was born. The other piece of me is inside of your mouth. And I was found whole the moment you spoke." Every single eye in the room is teary, Abby full on sobbing as I pull her in for a tight hug. She hugs back, whispering 'I love you' over and over into my hair as she holds me in her arms.

"That was absolutely beautiful." Eileen says to us, wiping a few of her own tears away. "Now. If there are no objections, let's continue. Abigail, do you take Y/N to be your wife, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?"

Abby pulls away, locking eyes with me as she squeezes my hands. "I do." She nods, smiling at me. Her eyes shimmer, full of pure love.

"And Y/N..." Eileen pauses. "Do you take Abigail to be your wife, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?"

"Damn right, I do!" I grin, squeezing Abby's hands as I nod at her.

"By the power vested in me. I now pronounce you, Mrs. And Mrs. Anderson. You may kiss." I waste no time grabbing Abby by her shirt collar and pulling her in for a long, passionate kiss. She immediately kisses back, her arms wrapping around me as the guests cheer. We pull away once our lungs are screaming for air, pressing our foreheads together.

"Holy shit." I whisper, chuckling with Abby as I look into her beautiful hazel eyes.

"Holy shit." Abby repeats, laughing harder. "I love you so fucking much."

"I love you too." I reply, kissing her once more. We pull away in surprise when Lev yells.

"Party time!!" Lev cheers, waving his hands in the air. He runs towards us, wrapping his arms around both of us as I pick up a giggling Evangeline. Kayla follows close behind.

"Group hug!!" Kayla yells, squeezing us. I wrap an arm around Abby, resting my forehead against hers once more.

"I love you guys so much." I smile, finding comfort in the arms of my loved ones. Abby gently puts a hand on the back of my neck, gently guiding me up for one more kiss. I let my eyes fall shut.

"We finally made that last name official." Abby smiles against my lips once we pull away.

"Yeah." I hum. "We finally did."

END

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Pray Tell - k.ji

me, after making my own ugly ass banner, bc it is my own: :DDD

~ Pairing : Kim Jongin x Reader

~ Genre : Fluff, Comfort, Humour, SuggestiVe 

~ Summary : Tired and can't sleep? Show up at your boyfriend's house at night with no warning to receive love, a massage, and then some of this and that.

Established Relationship

~ Word Count : 2,606

~ Warnings : oh boy where to start uhh emotional constipation, shirtlessness, swearing, very suggestive like more than anything i've ever written before if u know me irl pls never talk to me about this we shall simply pretend it does not exist, descriptions of his hands sorry i've been practicing exo simp core for the last few weeks, massage description, innuendos but they're funny i swear, i have a banner draft saved in which the title is holy water, there is nothing explicit but this is scary bc i am: babie, tq that is all

~ A/N : me? getting obsessed with exo and beginning to write for them in the middle of a) my academic calendar and b) the exo drought itself? it's more likely than you think.

the massaging techniques described here are not to be replicated. please do not treat this fic as a horny wikihow article. it is simply a horny fic that is all. 

i'd love to hear feedback, spread the love!

masterlist (now with a new category!) in my description.

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The sound of the cab driving away behind you, unceremoniously deposited as you are at the entrance of this imposing building, leaves a hollowness behind, accentuated by the darkness you’re surrounded by.

You hear a couple walk past, catch them giving you a look even as you continue to dawdle outside the apartment. The security guards probably think you’re another stalker, here to camp out for the night, waiting to catch a glimpse of one of the inhabitants.

For the fifth time in as many minutes, you wonder if this is the best course of action. What if he’s busy? What if he’s been practicing the whole day and he’s tired? What if he’s, shockingly enough given the earliness of the hour, asleep?

But traitorously, the weight of your phone in the pocket of your jeans makes itself known with another vibration, and you let yourself recollect all the facts that refute your tiredness- and stress- induced spiral. He’s texting you right now, for one. You had felt like a proper fraud, reading his messages that were coming in rapidly from your notification panel as he went on about what a good day he had, how great it was that it was a Friday and they were getting a weekend off, right as you were in a car on the way over to his place.

You know that if there were a day where you crave some comfort and some warmth, and your body decides to drag itself of its own accord halfway across the city the moment you get home from work, you couldn’t have chosen a better time for it to be happening than now.

But, still.

You’re not sure how to go about this whole selfish-intentioned surprise appearance to his house. Every time you’ve been here so far, you’ve both either arrived together, or he’s been waiting in the lobby to pick you up from the entrance. You doubt the guards are feeling any kinder towards you the longer you spend hovering outside, and a claim of ‘I'm his girlfriend.’ will probably be met with scepticism and a complaint at the nearest police station about a stalker. If they asked Jongin to file a restraining order, he'd do it, too. For shits and giggles.

With a sigh, ignoring the unread messages from him, you walk across to the opposite side of the road, absentmindedly kicking at the wall as you call his number. He’s on his phone, you know that, but it still surprises you a bit when he picks up on the second ring, cheery greeting instant, leaving you with no time to prepare.

You’re pretty sure you would have come up empty, anyway.

“Hey!”

You’re not sure where to start, how to even begin to tell him that you’re outside his house at 10 PM, and you wish there was a script for such situations.

Hi, I’m tired and stressed and the moment I got home, I came here, but now I’m not sure why, so maybe I should just go back and save us both the bother, even though I feel a little bit better already, just after hearing your voice.

Without preamble, throwing caution to the wind, you ask, “Could you pick me up?”

There's shuffling on his end, the sound of blankets rustling, and you think he’s getting out of bed when he replies immediately, “Yeah, sure. Where are you? Are you fine?”

You hear the clang of keys and you desperately wish there was some way to sound less confusing than you do, as you hurriedly tell him to not bother with getting his car.

“Uh, okay. Why don’t you tell me where you are, and I’ll see if it’s a sneakily walkable distance?”

“I’m outside your apartment.”

There’s silence for a second, static crackling, as you semi-consciously pick at your thumb nail, waiting for him to laugh it off as a joke, praying that he laughs it off as a joke, hoping to hear the low rumble of his chuckle so you can pretend the same and just book a cab back home. But then he hums slowly, thoughtfully, before replying, “Okay, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to make it without a vehicle, but I’ll try.”

You feel the side of your lip quirk up by itself, just a minuscule amount, beyond your control, before you huff in half-hearted amusement, listening as he opens his door. You can imagine him entering the lift, padding around in the corridor in his ridiculously expensive house slippers, slipping into the lobby.

He doesn’t hang up, and the elevator sounds and the polite neighbour greetings give you a pretty good estimate of his progress. You see his blurry shadow behind the frosted glass of the building entrance before you hear him talk to the guards.

From the handset you still have pressed to your ear, you hear his tinny voice ask, “What are you doing all the way over there?”

“Coming,” you mumble shortly, hanging up and crossing the road.

Despite the fact that they’ve got explicit proof that you are, in fact, a legitimate visitor, the guards’ gazes hold lingering distrust, and it’s with an internal sigh of relief that you slip inside the building and out of their eyesight. Or maybe the relief has more to do with present company, who’s to say?

To his credit, Jongin doesn’t say a word. He tries catching your evasive eye, fidgets a bit after he presses the elevator button, but doesn’t ask you what on Earth you’re doing here. The lift is empty but for the two of you, and the moment the doors close, he shuffles a bit closer. Not so much that he invades your personal space but enough to let you know that he’s there, and that he’d appreciate an explanation, if you were up to giving one.

Slowly, not looking at him, you extend your stiff arm to the side, just enough so your pinkie grazes the side of his surprised hand. His muted giggle as you wind your finger around his makes you feel just that little bit better. He relaxes as he gets the cue and engulfs your hand in his large one, warm and comforting and solid, before gently tugging you out once the elevator doors open.

His house always smells the same. Hints of his Ferrari Black perfume, traces of his chocolate flavoured protein powder and just that little tinge of lilac air freshener.

You stop walking somewhere in the middle of the hall, your interlocked hands forcing him to halt as well in his path to the bedroom. He turns around, eyebrow quizzically cocked as he looks at you. For the first time, you look up from your insofar steady gaze at the smooth marble floor and at his face.

Your mouth opens once. And then it shuts. And then it opens again. Suddenly, you’ve remembered all the work you have to do and all the stress induced by that work and paradoxically enough, how that’s the reason you’re here.

It’s like he can tell that you’re working yourself up in your head, and by the time he turns around fully to face you, now very much in your personal space, he’s lost all trace of confusion.

Softly, hand still holding yours firm and keeping you grounded, he asks, “Food, sleep or talk?”

It’s easier to focus on options like these, simpler than trying to organise the multiple to-do lists you’ve got living rent free in your brain, and without much thought, you mumble, “Can we just...chill?”

You know what he’s going to interpret it as before a single word escapes his mouth, and you’re already halfway through an eye roll by the time he begins to reply, eyebrows wiggling ridiculously and stage smoulder set in place that just looks exaggerated in as subdued a setting as this.

“Is that what we're calling it these days?”

You’re the one leading him to the room now, as he easily matches your pace with a single long stride. He sees that you’re a little calmer, pleased that his silly antics have served to at least put you in a headspace that’s almost accepting of peace, and like a fuckboy faux-stretching to put his arm around his dates' shoulder, he fakes a yawn, detaching your interlocked hands and long limbs extending until he’s smoothly gotten you under his left arm, loosely pressed to his side, right as you both enter the room.

It’s contact that you did not know you craved, and you gladly welcome it, shuffling closer and fully prepared to just live there, cozy against his firm chest and his t-shirt that’s become uber-soft from being washed too many times.

It’s short-lived, sadly enough. After indulging you for a few seconds, he pulls away slowly, lowly chuckling as you cling on for a millisecond longer, before nudging you towards the bed.

“Go. I’ll be there in a second.”

Wordlessly, you obey, letting your body flop onto the mattress so you can stare at the ceiling as Jongin rummages around in the bathroom. The dimmed yellow night lights calm you down, and it’s comparatively easier to mute your brain now, body sinking into the comforter that smells like his laundry detergent.

You’ve just about begin to relax, about to say that you could maybe muster up the mental capacity for maybe a low-action movie or TV show, when you hear him call out from the adjoining room.

“T-shirt off, please.”

You don’t realise that your eyes have slipped shut until they jolt open in surprise. You clamber up to a sitting position with an energy you didn’t know you possessed, swiftly turning your head towards the owner of the voice in bemused surprise, just in time to catch the trailing end of a roguish wink before his poked out head pops back out of sight to join the rest of his body in the other room.

Before you can even question the abrupt request, Jongin re-enters. He’s got a bowl in his hand, white and porcelain and whose contents smell like those massage oils he swears by, that he carefully carries in his journey toward you, lightly observing as he places the container on the side table, “You’re still wearing your t-shirt.”

“You're still wearing your t-shirt.”

You aren’t sure where the knee-jerk, childish response comes from, but you can’t complain as you watch him divest himself of the offending article of clothing, impish grin popping into view once he’s done, black fabric bundled and nonchalantly tossed onto the armchair in the corner of the room.

“Your turn.”

You tear your eyes away from his torso at his teasing voice with more than a little difficulty. There’s a shift in the air and challenge in his gaze, and maybe this was his plan all along. Smart man.

Focus trained on him, chin up in a confidence you would not have been capable of ten minutes ago, you mimic his motions, and just for the heck of it, neatly fold the garment in your hands before setting it on the far corner of the bed.

It gives you something to do with your hands, and they’re definitely itching.

You look back up at his patient face when you’re done, refusing to get distracted by everything else that he definitely wants you to get distracted by, distantly pleased when you see his eyes flick up to your face. If there’s a massage on the agenda, you’re going to get it, goddammit.

“What are you doing all the way over there?”

His lips quirk up further at your recycled statement, repeated from what feels like ages ago. He picks up the bowl he had sat down while saying, “Lie on the bed, face down.”

You resist the urge to snort at his smug grin, both of you sharing a second of amused eye contact at the continuous innuendos, before you do as instructed, crawling up the bed and flipping around until your chin is resting on your forearms cushioned by the pillows right in front of the headrest. Somehow, you manage to feel simultaneously half-asleep and hyper-aware.

The bed dips to your right, his movements graceful, dancer limbs elegant, even as he’s climbing onto a bouncy mattress while balancing a bowl of oil, and he settles on his knees near the small of your back.

There’s silence for a moment, before his phone lands a few feet from your face, bouncing once and landing face down, and now there are slow, deep beats filling the room, The Weeknd crooning smoothly and making you slip deeper. Shit, he’s good.

Your hum of approval is accompanied by you sinking in further to the mattress, and bedding rustling next to you as Jongin moves closer, the fabric of his pyjama pants now brushing gently against the side of your waist.

“Is this...the treatment you give all your customers?” you ask, breath slightly hitching as you feel a large palm settle on the small of your back, gently tracing upward to fiddle for a second with the hook in your bra before undoing it.

“Definitely not. They get flowers and bathrobes and choice of fragrance. And I get paid.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to retort, teasingly poking at the flesh on the side of your waist, making you weakly giggle at the ticklish sensation, before placing his permanently warm, and now oily, hands at the base of your spine, gently sliding up, applying just the slightest hint of pressure.

You'd be embarrassed about the sigh you let out just then, but you’re too far gone to care. You let yourself relax under his tenderly firm ministrations, feeling his palms glide up and down your back as he spreads the oil around, rubbing it in. With the slow music in the background and the dim lighting in the room, there isn’t much to keep you from slipping into a zoned-out, dreamy haze.

An indeterminate amount of time passes like this before you sleepily begin to mumble, head ducking to burrow into the soft pillows as Jongin moves to the sides of your neck, long fingers more effective than any massager. “If you weren’t a dancer, you could have become a very successful masseur, I think.”

You feel his chuckle in your bones, as he momentarily bends at the waist, gentle kiss pressed against the skin right in between your shoulder blades, a direct contrast to the warmth his body emanates against your pampered back, brief contact swiftly snatched away as he straightens up and continues pressing his thumb against the bottom of your neck.

Preening at the affection, you continue, “Magic in those fingers, that’s what you have.”

Said fingers move down until they’re at the base of your spine, large palms spread out in opposite directions and spanning your back, ends curled possessively around the curve of your hips.

“They’re good at other things, too,” he says, tone low and no longer as teasing as it was, hands slipping dangerously low and index finger dipping into the waistband of your pants.

Suddenly, you’re wide awake.

Head slowly coming up, you rest your chin once more on folded arms, settling as much as you can with a finger running absent circles on the base of your hips.

“Pray tell.”

~

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[kiarasukulele]

Hate That I Love You (r.c.)

Summary: Where your drug, alcohol, and sex fuelled relationship has turned you into a cold and detached person. Both running from things in your lives, you and Rafe Cameron lose yourselves each night in each other and any substances you can get your hands on. 

(not my gif, if it’s yours let me know so I can credit)

requested: no

warnings: drug use & dependency, sexual content, swearing, drunk driving, toxic/violent relationship, ANGST ANGST ANGST (I'm sorry if I missed anything)

word count: 3.4k (issa long one oops)

(A/N): omg hi, it’s finally done. This is the first piece of writing I'm posting on here so I’m extremely rusty so I apologize in advance for any mistakes. Also, I am in no way trying to romanticize toxic or abusive relationships!! If you are experiencing something like this or have in the past, it is not love and you all deserve the world♡. Also thank you to @adoreyoudrews​ for just being supportive since the beginning and throughout this whole process (ilysm). Enjoy!!

He could be crazy, but some would argue that you were crazier. You’ve always been an impulsive person — but you both brought out the worst in eachother. You used to spend your days with the pogues who you called your best friends, but as you grew closer to Rafe he slowly put the idea in your head that you were better off without them. You would do anything Rafe asked you to, which might scare you to death. But your drug and alcohol-fueled relationship didn’t leave room for you to feel scared.

You squeezed your way through the crowd of intoxicated teens that were currently surrounding a game of beer pong in the kitchen of Kelce’s house. As you brushed past some of the familiar faces you would whisper, “Rafe is in the pool house, come if you have cash.”

You and Rafe became a team over the course of your relationship. The king and queen of the kooks. It was summer, and you had been doing what you wanted, whenever you wanted with your boyfriend. Days usually consisted of hanging out at the country club, golfing, or boating but they always ended with you and Rafe getting high or drunk together. The only time you ever felt bad was when you stopped the cycle, so eventually you just decided you wouldn’t stop. You were constantly around him, which your old friends would call “unhealthy” — which is exactly why they’re now old friends. All you needed was Rafe.

Once you spread the word to enough people about Rafe’s new supply of the “finest coke in the obx”, you made your way back to the pool house excited to try it yourself. As you were exiting the house, you passed a few acquaintances who would greet you with a smile and offer you a shot, which you happily accepted. The day someone sees (Y/N) (Y/L/N) refuse a drink will be the same day hell freezes over.

Opening the French doors of the pool house, you see a small group surrounding your boyfriend. Laughter and twenty dollar bills were being exchanged. You stood there for a minute to admire him. Cracking jokes and telling stories with these people before they would take a bump or in between them. When he wanted to be, he could be the most charismatic and magnetic person in the room, but it often flipped like a switch. The way that he could captivate an entire room of people whenever he wanted with seemingly no effort always left you astonished.

Sure, you guys fought like you hated each other sometimes but when you loved each other... holy shit you loved each other. And there was no inbetween with you and Rafe — your relationship was either scalding hot or freezing cold, it was never lukewarm.  

You strut towards Rafe with a devilish smirk. You eagerly pushed past every person standing between you and your boyfriend. He makes eye contact with you and his face lights up immediately. This is the atmosphere both of you have been happiest in lately. You were both running from things in your home lives that each of you knew better than to bring up to one another. As long as you and Rafe were running in the same direction, you didn’t care how tiring it would often feel.

He eyes you up and down as you approach him. You’ve discarded your shirt since the last time you saw him that night, your black bikini still damp from the pool.

“Get over here, baby” he mutters, firmly grabbing your wrist and pulling you onto his lap. The surrounding conversations continue as you make yourself comfortable on top of Rafe. He leans around you, gathering the white powdery substance into neat lines while you roll up a loose twenty dollar bill. When it comes to this, it’s like a ritual. The two of you move like it’s a dance you’ve rehearsed every night for the last few months — you leaning over, him holding your hair back, your nose brushing up against the cold surface of the table as the drugs enter your system. You lean back into your boyfriend as the euphoric sensation takes over. He eagerly begins to lean forward, to finish off the lines you left behind.

“No,” you mutter, grabbing a hold of his bicep to pull him back. He looks at you with furrowed brows, confusion written all over his face.

“What the fuck do you mean, no?” he spits. As mentioned, Rafe could flip like a switch at any moment. The bruises that would often litter your frail figure could attest to that, but you forgave him every time.

“I mean…” you trail off as you twist your body so your back lays flat on his lap. His demeanor calms immediately, as he catches on to what you’re asking him. He gathers the coke and lays it between your cleavage. As the drugs disappear from your chest, he kisses the surrounding area. If you were sober, you would maybe feel slightly embarrassed as the two of you had gathered somewhat of an audience. But sober you were far from. In this moment there wasn’t a trace of the guilt, anger, and sadness that would often plague your sober thoughts. You’ve convinced yourself it’s easier this way; and you really believed that you loved this boy.

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Rafe was recklessly driving back towards his house with you in the passenger seat, head out the window and giggling uncontrollably.

“Get back in here.” he slurred, pawing at your skirt to try and get you to sit still in your seat.

You began to laugh even harder at his attempt to reel you in. Your whole upper body was leaning into the cool summer breeze passing you by.

“I’m not fucking kidding.” Rafe said firmly, losing his patience. Your laughter softened as you sighed, “Fine.”

Sitting in your seat you began to get bored after only a minute. Over the past few months you have grown to need constant excitement in your life. Things always needed to be fast paced and you craved the adrenaline that accompanied your reckless behaviour while under the influence.

You stared at Rafe for a moment. His eyes were hazy; hand switching back and forth from your thigh to a bottle of beer he’d been drinking as he sloppily navigated the streets approaching tannyhill. Your own eyes widened with the idea that suddenly came over you. Lifting Rafe’s hand that was resting on your thigh, you raise it to your mouth.

He glances over to you, a smirk spreading across his face. His index finger finds its way into your mouth and you begin to gently suck. His eyes are hungry as they flash between you and the road in front of him.

“You’re so hot, (Y/N).” he practically moans, a bulge appearing in his shorts. Roughly, he grabs hold of the back of your neck and pushes you down towards his crotch. Leaning over the centre console, you take him into your mouth.

If the drugs weren’t fueling your relationship — it was the sex. Taking place anywhere and everywhere — his father's boat, the office, the beach, or simply in between his french-imported sheets. It was while he was inside you that he unleashed much of his aggression and rage, especially if you had just been fighting. It might bother you, if it didn’t feel so damn good. You didn’t mind that he could be rough, violent, or cold towards you. You were all of those things too.

Between the drug haze, intoxication, and the feeling of your mouth around him his driving was becoming more and more reckless as he pulled into the long and swerving driveway of his house. He closed his eyes for a moment, basking in the feeling of pure bliss. As his eyes were shut, the car began to swerve. You jolted forward as you came to an abrupt stop.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Rafe muttered in a panicked tone, zipping up his shorts and roughly shoving you off of him as he exited the car. He had collided with the marble statue that resided at the edge of the Cameron’s driveway. Wiping the edge of your mouth, you exit from the passenger door to assess the damage.

You couldn’t help the laughter from escaping your lips as you looked upon the statue that was broken into pieces before you. Rafe was anxiously pacing, shaky hands running through his hair.

“What the fuck is funny, (Y/N)? My dad is gonna lose his shit!” he spat at you, still not able to keep your laughter under control. You couldn’t help it, you always found that statue of a naked man hideous and borderline creepy. Through the laughter you uttered, “Holy shit, it’s dick broke off.”

Rafe was getting angrier with you by the second. You picked up the cracked and detached marble phallus and started making obscene gestures with it, which Rafe didn’t happen to find as entertaining as you did. “What? Are you jealous, baby? I’ll save some for you don’t wor—” before you could finish your sentence, Rafe’s hand swung to knock the piece of marble from your grasp as he grabbed a hold of your jaw to keep you from talking. “Shut the fuck up.” he angrily slurred.

You pushed him back with all of the force you could muster. “Don’t you fucking touch me.” you spat. He took a few steps back due to the abrupt force of your shove. As much as he could push you around, you rarely sat there and took his shit without fighting back although you were no match to his 6’2 frame.

“You know what…” he trailed off. Rafe was looking between you and the shattered pieces of the statue that Rose had treasured. “Go the fuck home.”

His statement, the way he was looking at you with utter disgust, and the throbbing pain from where his hand had been gripping your jaw was enough to cause tears to form in your eyes. “What do you mean, go home?” you asked softly. Rafe had strayed from the usual pattern of events that would take place. Usually, you would have it out and scream at each other like maniacs for a good amount of time, before you each would break down and lose the argument somewhere between the sheets. Home was the last place you wanted to be right now. The place that should be associated with warmth and love could not be said about your large blue house with the wrap-around porch. Your mother and father hated one another — their least favourite characteristics about each other were reflected in you, their daughter. Most of the time they couldn’t manage to look you in the eyes, much less hold a conversation.

“I mean, I don’t want you here,” he explained to you in a condescending tone, as if you were an unknowing child.

All of a sudden, the anger you had just felt towards him was replaced with absolute desperation. Desperate to stay, for him to forgive you, for him to hold you even if it hurt. You’re not even sure what you’d be asking for forgiveness for — but you’d do it without hesitation.

Your shaky hands find his chest and you snake your arms around his waist. He stands frigid and cold, unresponsive to your touch.

“Please, I’m sorry baby.” you mutter into his shirt. “Let’s just go inside…” you trail off as you use the tip of your finger to trace shapes on his back, a weakness of his. You begin to feel him slightly relax into your touch.

Trying to diffuse the situation you add, “We can make something up about the statue. I know how Ward can be sometimes...”

He tensed up again. You knew better than to bring up his dad, especially in the state he was in right now. You were already blaming yourself for whatever would come next, before it even happened.

Rafe ferociously pushed you off of him sending you into the ground, knees scraping against the pavement. “You think you know everything.” he spat, “You don’t know shit, (Y/N).”

Rafe walks away and you sit there for a moment. All that can be heard is the pounding of your heart and the crickets chirping. You begin to think from this angle, you and the shattered statue didn’t really look much different.

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Walking the streets of figure eight, you begin to feel the effects of the stimulants wearing off. The distractions you so desperately seek are beginning to crumble around you — leaving you completely and utterly alone with just your thoughts, bloody knees, and shaky hands.

These streets were painfully familiar. Under the amber glow of the street lamps, memories uncontrollably flooded your mind. You were seeing it like a movie scene — from the days that you spent with the pogues riding bikes together fading into more recent memories of Rafe carrying you on his back on your way home from a houseparty. Sometimes you think of that girl you used to be. Even if you wanted to be her again, you had no idea how. Riding on the back of JJ Maybank’s bike while the sun was setting and the rest of your friends trailing closely behind you. You remember the sound of your laughter while your arms and hair danced in the wind. The thought reminds you of earlier that night in Rafe’s car and the similar sensation you had felt while leaning out the window. You immediately felt guilty for thinking about the past — you loved Rafe… and they didn’t want you with him.

Attempting to keep your thoughts from slipping out of your control, you begin to start thinking of what painkillers you could steal from your parents medicine cabinet. Continuing to stumble home while considering whether or not there was enough oxycontin or vicodin that could be stolen without someone noticing. Nobody ever did.

Noticing headlights approaching, you stagger to the side of the road. The streets were usually vacant at this time. You look to your right to see the van you once spent much of your time in, with the paint still chipped and surfboards strapped to the roof. You immediately avert your eyes, desperate to disappear into thin air. The constant presence of Rafe basically ensured that whenever you crossed paths, all of you would just look the other way.  

“(Y/N)?” you hear the familiar voice as the van slows down beside you. You hesitate before looking up, meeting the gaze of John Booker Routledge. You’re grateful it is only him in the van, seeing all the faces that represented your old life would be too overwhelming while you were in this state. You don’t slow down your pace, but he drives slowly alongside you awaiting a response. All that you do is quickly glance up with a forced smile, panic rushing over you as you think of what Rafe would say if he knew who you were talking to.

“(Y/N)… are you okay?” he asks, noticing the blood running down your shins and unsteady steps. “I’m great.” you reply, eyes glued to the road ahead of you. Your voice comes out sounding harsh. You feel a pang of guilt, but you’re not the same girl that John B remembers. You’ve become detached and full of anger — ready to unleash it on anyone in an instant.

“I can’t let you walk home like this.” he states with a sigh, looking between you and the road as he drives alongside you.

“You’re not letting me do anything,” you retort. “Besides, Rafe would beat the shit out of you if he found out.”

John B scoffs, “I’m not scared of your boyfriend.” You should be, you think to yourself. “And besides, I don’t see him anywhere.”

That comment caused you to stop in your tracks and stiffen up. John B hits the brakes. You constantly craved Rafe’s presence and standing on the side of the road bloody and bruised and practically sober, you never felt more alone.

“Shut up, Booker.” you almost whisper. His eyes softened at the use of his middle name that he only ever let you call him by, “Listen, I’m sorry. Just let me take you home.”

You think the faster you get home, the faster you make it to the medicine cabinet. So you get in.

What would’ve been a 30 minute walk was just a short 6 minute drive. Silence had filled the space between you and the boy who you once called your best friend. After what seemed like forever, your large blue house finally came into view. You were prepared to make a quick exit with just a simple ‘thank you’ but John B sighed as he put the car in park, obviously wanting to say something.

“(Y/N), I know it’s been almost two years but—” you cut him off, “We’re not doing this. Thank you for the ride but, we are not doing this.”

You manage to open the passenger door slightly so you can make a swift escape from the last conversation you want to have but John B reaches over you, slamming it shut and making you flinch which doesn’t go unnoticed. “Please let me say this.” he pleads. You sit there staring at your hands as he continues, “We never stopped caring about you. I don’t care where you are, or who you are with. Pogues for life… I don’t care how much of a kook you or everybody else thinks you are.”

You shake your head, “You think you know everything.” you recycle the words you had just heard from your boyfriend, “You don’t know shit.”

“You’re wrong.” he replies, “I know you, (Y/N).”

You break your gaze from your hands, looking at him in the eye for the first time. The words come out soft and sort of sad, “Not anymore.”

You exit the car and begin to walk towards the door of your cold and harsh home.

“(Y/N)!” John B shouts. You spin on your heels, with a sigh. What more can be said, you think. “You know where to find us… if you ever need anything.” With that, he drives away.

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You collected the pills that you hoped would make you forget the events that took place and snuck into your bedroom. Leaning against the counter of your ensuite bathroom, you stare at yourself in the mirror. Someone with messy hair, smudged makeup, and bloodshot eyes stares back at you. But what caught your attention was the hand shaped bruise that was beginning to form on your jaw. Your fingertips graze over the area as tears form in your eyes. You suddenly felt sick to your stomach. It wasn’t Rafe’s violent nature that scared you. It was realizing that no matter what he did, you would still love him. You pop the pills and head to bed.

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The sunlight peeking through your blinds wakes you up. With your head pounding, you reach for the aspirin that you kept on standby as this is how you were left feeling most mornings. Reaching for your phone, you hoped to god that you had messages from Rafe. 

No new notifications, just your lockscreen with a picture of you and him kissing from last year's Midsummers staring back at you. Unlocking your phone, you open your contacts. Scrolling to the letter ‘B’ you find the contact information that has laid idle for nearly two years. ‘Booker.’

You stare at the name for what seemed like hours, something inside you willing you to be brave and reach out.

Before that voice got too loud, it was interrupted by your ringtone. ‘RAFE♥’ spread across the screen and your heart rate picked up. You eagerly answered, “Hello?”

“Hi baby girl. Can you be ready in 15 minutes?” he asks, “I just picked up from Barry’s and we’re going to spend the day on the boat I think.”

You hesitate, remembering what it was you almost did mere seconds before you received Rafe’s call. “(Y/N)?”

You snap back into reality, “Yeah, I’ll be waiting on my dock.” you confirm.

“That’s my girl.” you smile at his words, “And hey, sorry about what went down last night. We were both really fucked up.” he chuckles.

You had forgiven Rafe before he even said the words, “Don’t worry about it.”

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Rafe.”

#rafe x you #reader x rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #reader x rafe #rafe x reader #rafe #rafe cameron #rafe obx #outer banks imagine #outer banks #drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #outer banks fic #rafe angst #rafe fic #obx #obxstuff #john b routledge #jj maybank #kiara carrera #pope heyward #rudy pankow

[moth-based-cryptology]

More YouTuber!AU headcannons after a few days because I was focused on the WandaVision finale for a bit there.

- Sometimes when Race comes into streams to talk and stuff (it works if he's playing but he's already lost too) when Albert is focused on winning, he just randomly goes "Hey babe. Guess what. I love you:)" just to see Albert melt and/or lose due to his brain short-circuiting.

- continuing the "Race is bad at video games" idea there's times where he's picked up tricks (maybe some even Albert doesn't even know about) but he forgets how to use them, which isn't me while playing the legend of zelda on my ds why would you think that? But he like knows how but everytime he tries to use that trick it just backfires

- For the tricks Albert doesn't know, Race shows him by going "Hey Albie, look at this:)" and "Are you proud of me?" and Albert's just so fucking proud of him because he didn't even know that - he's super happy everytime Race shows him a trick.

- Outside their minecraft house there's an absurd amount of plants because "holy shit I found more flowers while getting food Albie look at them" (I'm picturing a pathway up to their house with flowers on either side)

- idk if you watch commentary YouTubers but Race gives me Kurtis Conner tweet energy because I feel like that's exactly what he'd tweet - which is like a mix between really stupid puns and things that make no fucking sense? There's a Race tweet explainer account.

That's it for now :)

I'll be back eventually I am sure

that’s so fair my dude i’m still loosing my shit over wandavision ngl

- race’s entire goal if he’s not playing or has already lost is to make albert loose. he’s a dramatic bitch that has a ‘if i’m going down i’m taking you with me mentality’ and it took him way longer than it should have to realize that just being cute is way more effective than trying to distract al

- race is really good at remembering patterns and stuff so he good with little tricks but he’s really bad at remembering what trick does what so he know the combinations to every trick but he’s not sure which thing does which so sometimes he’ll try to do something and it’s a combination for a totally different thing and he just sits there’s like 👁👄👁

- al is always so proud of him !!! he’s always really impressed when race remembers/figures out one that he didn’t know or hadn’t told him about on his own and it’s very sweet :,,)

- oh there’s massive twisting pathways that lead to the front AND back door of their house made of flowers and albert pretends to be annoyed about it but everyone can see him smiling like that when he thinks race isn’t looking he’s not fooling anyone

- i watch mainly gaming youtubers and commentary channels, so you’re pretty much spot on. albert and race’s combined humor is some mix of jenna marbles and julien solomita, cody ko and noel miller, ryan bergara and shane madej and kurtis connor. race’s content is a combo of like,,,, cody and noel, unus annus, julien solomita and jenna marbles, while albert’s is like markiplier, jacksepticeye and a little bit of kurtis connor thrown in. basically i took a bunch of the channels i’m a massive fan of that fit the characterization and just,,,, mushed them together dr. frankenstein style. race’s twitter is specifically kurtis connor and noel miller, while albert’s is more like corpse and ethan nestor.

feel free to send me anything you think of cause ✨i love replying to these✨

#newsies #livesies #racetrack higgins #albert dasilva #never not read the tags #ralbert #spam ralbert gang #chaotic red and radioactive racer #youtuber ralbert #youtuber!au #jenna marbles #julien solomita #kurtis connor #cody ko #noel miller #unus annus #ryan bergara #shane madej #markiplier #jacksepticeye

[spacesuitsforemergency]

Oops!...I Did It Again

Word Count: 1.8k

Requested by @must-be-ryan: Oneshot idea (maybe?): Music Meister learning he has a kid in their early teens who just discovered their powers and followed in his footsteps

A/N: I tweaked it slightly so that he already knew his daughter. And btw her powers are so that she can speak and people will do as she says. Singing too, but just talking will do the trick. Also I’m literally the dumbest person on earth, I kept misspelling ‘sandwich’. I wrote this while listening to the High School Musical soundtracks

Music Meister Tagging: @silverdecepticon93

“Dad!” You shout in panic. “Help me!”

You watch as your dad comes barreling down the grand staircase of the mansion (which he had used his powers to “buy”), nearly slipping on the marble floors. It was way more hilarious because he was still in his pajamas, and had shaving cream on half his face.

He looks around the foyer, expecting to see danger, but everything looks normal. The only thing that tipped him off was his daughter standing in the front doorway, and the mail man was passed out on the porch.

“What happened?” He asked, joining you in the doorway and peering down at the dude.

“I don’t know! The guy told me to have a nice day, I said ‘drop dead’ and he just fell!” You gesture down to the man you potentially just killed.

“First of all, when someone says ‘have a nice day’, the proper response is ‘you too’.” Your dad corrects. “Second of all, is he actually dead?”

“I don’t know! Why do you think I yelled for help?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

Dennis reaches down and finds the mail mans pulse, sighing in relief when there is indeed one.

“He’s not dead...” he stands back up. “How did you do that?”

“What part of ‘I don’t know’ do you not understand?” You cross your arms, frustrated because you’re freaking out and he’s not helping so far.

“Is that sass, Missy?” He puts a hand on his hip.

“Dad! You’re not helping!”

“Okay, okay!” He nods, racking his brain for ideas. Then it hits him. “Oh my god, my darling! You must have developed your powers!”

“What? I thought you said I was too old to get them anymore?” You ask as he wraps you in a bear hug, picking you up and twirling.

“Well I guess that was one of the rare moments I was wrong!” He cheers joyfully as he sets you down. “Okay, tell me to do something.”

“Uh...make me a sandwich?” You shrug.

Nothing happens.

“Try to add a little...emotion. Show me some urgency!” He snaps his fingers. “Give me some pizzazz!”

“Make me a sandwich!” You yell at him, making sure to pour out your frustration.

He suddenly looses emotion in his face, and at first you’re kind of freaked out. Then he robotically moves to the kitchen, opening the fridge and cupboards as he gathers sandwich ingredients. You watch with your jaw dropped as he actually makes you a sandwich, and he blinks as soon as it’s finished. He looks around in confusion, staring at the sandwich in his hands.

“Why am I making a sandwich?” He asked after a minute.

“Holy shit! I did it!” You shout in glee.

“I have taught you better manners than that, but holy shit indeed!” He mirrors your excitement as he runs back over to you. “My baby girl is all grown up!”

“Now, what do we do about the mail man?” You point to him.

“Hm. I’ll take care of this. You go eat, you need some energy for the day we’re going to have!” He grins.

“What are we doing?” You ask.

“My dear, darling daughter, we are celebrating!” He sang. “I’ve been waiting for this day for 15 years! You are getting proper attire for villainy, and we are planning your first heist tonight!”

“Aw! Dad!” You groan in disgust when he kissed you on top of the head, his shaving cream getting in your hair. “Thanks a lot! Now I have to wash my hair again!”

•

“So what color scheme are we going for?” Your dad asks.

“I am not wearing your hideous green and purple.” You mumble as you stare at the stuff he already picked out in resentment. You were currently in some department store, picking out your new villain fit with your dad.

The past couple hours were almost torture, your dad just wouldn’t stop fawning over you. He was so excited and proud though, you couldn’t even get angry at the guy. He was thrilled to begin passing the torch down to you, and both of you were eager to get started.

“Um, I think you mean the gorgeous combination of lime and violet?” He scoffs, clearly offended. “It is one of the only things me and my dear friend Edward can agree on.”

“Well you and your dear friend Edward are wrong.” You shake your head.

“Y/N, it is not rocket science. Just pick something. We still need to give you a name.” He shoved the rack of clothing at you.

“Oh, I picked that out when I was 9.” You say, finally actually looking through the clothes, despite already knowing you wouldn’t like any of it.

Even after your father gave you the news that you would most likely not develop powers since you had passed the age he had received them, you still wanted them. You wanted to become just like your dad, he was your idol. You of course would never tell him that, his ego was way too big already.

“You...you did?” His voice cracks, a smile making its way to his face as he tears up.

“Are we really getting sappy right now?” You sigh.

“No!” He quickly wiped his tears. “No, of course not. What is it, dear? Tell me.”

“Siren. Hypnotic powers through voice? What do you think?” You grin.

“It’s fitting, dramatic, mysterious, threatening. I love it!” He hugs you for about the millionth time today. “Honey you have no idea how happy I am to hear that!”

“Hear what?” You wheeze from the tight hug.

“To hear that you picked out a name! To hear that you’ve wanted this for so long!” He finally let’s go to let you breathe properly. “Now, Siren, have you choosen your attire?”

“Yeah yeah. I hate it though.” You say sarcastically, pretending to be disgusted by the color combo.

You stuff the clothes into your bag, both of you getting ready to slip past the workers. You hear someone clear your throat behind you, and see Karen the Manager. The worst villain of all.

“I’m calling security. Don’t think I didn’t see that.” She sniped at you, sneering at the both of you before saying into her com; “We got a couple of lowlifes trying to smuggle some merchandise.”

“Lowlifes, Karen?” You glare at her. “You can just drop dead, lady!”

Then she falls to the ground.

“Oops, I did it again.” You wince.

“Lesson Number 1, you have got to stop saying that to people.” Your father shakes his head at you. “Not to worry! But we should get out of here before-“

“Hey! Stop right there!” A mall security guard shouts from the entrance of the store.

“Dad, what do we do?” You ask, panicked at this point.

“This is perfect practice! Siren, if you will.” He gestures to the guards coming for the both of you.

“What?!” Your eyes widen.

“Go on!” He nudges you, like a mother bird kicking its hatchling out of the nest. “Lesson Number 2, come up with it on the spot!”

“Stop!” You shout at the guards, and they freeze. “Okay uh...let us go. This never happened.”

“This never happened.” The 3 men nod, still frozen.

You and your dad creep past them, then book it out of the department store. You race down the hallways of the mall, shoving people out of your way. More mall cops pursue you as you dash towards the doors.

“Get the car! I’m right behind you!” Your dad pushes you through the doors.

“But I can’t drive!” You protest as he tosses you the keys.

“Lesson Number 3, go with the flow, my dear!” He grins before turning to deal with the guards.

You reluctantly rush to the car, not really sure how to even start it. You quickly figure it out, then drive to the entrance. Your dad sprints out a moment later, practically falling into the car.

“Step on it!” He screeches as police cars pull up from behind you.

You speed forward, barreling down the road. Your dad grabs the wheel to help guide you, while also looking back every so often to watch the police cars in pursuit.

“This is a lot of trouble for the ugliest outfit ever!” You yell in alarm as you nearly rear end someone, but your dad quickly swerves.

“It’s for the drama, darling!” Your dad beams, turning the radio on. “Plus the publicity!”

“Ew, this song is awful.” You scrunch your nose when he doesn’t change the station.

“I’m a little busy at the moment!” He yells, taking out his music staff and shooting music beams at the police from the sunroof.

You finally lose the cops after awhile, your dad plopping back into the passenger seat. When you make it to your house you stumble out of the car, shaking from the adrenaline rush.

“I’d say that went pretty well for your first crime.” He says after a few moments of silence.

“I think I’m gonna be sick.” You groan.

“Wasn’t that such a thrill?” He ignores you, strutting up to the door. “How do you feel?”

You respond by throwing up in the well trimmed bushes, Dennis cringing as his daughters’ retches. He inches towards you, awkwardly rubbing your back in a weak attempt to comfort you. When you finish he guides you inside and to the table, quickly grabbing you a glass of water.

“You’re okay right?” He asks, concerned. “I didn’t freak you out, did I? I’m a horrible father, I shouldn’t have dragged you into this. I’ve scarred you for life! I am a disgrace! An imbecile! Wretched! Diabolical! Heinous! Wick-!”

“Chillax, drama queen.” You giggle. “The only thing I’m scarred with is the fear of driving ever again.”

“So...you’re okay?” He asks timidly.

“Of course, that was awesome!” You grin. “Did you see me beat Karen? And the cops? And when I almost hit that one guy crossing the road but I didn’t? I just committed my first felony!”

“Hell yeah, you did!” He cheered, giving you the most over the top high five ever. “So I didn’t give my baby any emotional trauma?”

“No, dude! That was so cool! I’m so ready for the next heist!” You give him your best evil grin.

“Thank god, because I already got these custom made.” He pulls a case out of his pocket, opening it to reveal a pair of visors identical to his.

You smile up at him, and this time you initiated the hug. You thank him and kiss him on the cheek, before taking the visor and putting it on. You look in the reflection of the wall length window, then turn to your dad, who has a proud smile on his face.

“How do I look?” You ask.

“You look all grown up...” Dennis sniffles, tearing up once again.

“Dad!”

“I’m sorry! I promise I’ll stop crying one of these days!”

#dc #request #dennis prowell #music meister #prowell! reader #batman brave and the bold #siren

[oh-theatre]

Bloopers Video!!

Very vague spoilers lol

Hi I love Patton and that’s final

Is an Oibrow raiSe

Look ma I’m on TV

ROMAN IS DEAD JEJDJEJFJ that’s the end y’all

Sixtine

REMUS AS STEWIE IM CRYING

Your pooper, your brown maker, your bhOle (gOD I LOVE HIM)

*casually dying* rOMAN!

Lil ol me? I’m alrIOT

I think Logan knows sweat words, fucking right

Shiter? I barely know her

KAY LOGAN SWEARINGJSJDJRJ

in your pathetic lives... loGAN ITS YOU LIFE

LOSE MY MARBLES

fuck them

Fuck you

SO MUCH SWEARING IM CRYING

What? I’m cool... laMEEEE

Mommy I don’t want the mashed potatoes

What the fuH

because I was one of them.. what the fUH

Tumblr called that like month ago

Two dEES AT ONCE

DUTY AND DEVOTION PATTON IM-

What the FuH

Fine craftsman ship

MneEh and mYeh

Roman singing I’m-

ROMAN IM GONNA LOOSE MY SHIT

👀

Patton the prospector

His laugh I’m gonna cry

Unmentionable

Yet taint

Yer balls

Yer dingus

I literally don’t care at all

Pyants

Lamp (JEJDJD SHIPPERS ARISE)

P an t s

Another major isushsbsjdjdjnf

For shUre

And now a bunch of sounds:

YeeEeeEe

GoOoOoh

AAAAAAAA

GeeeEeeh

NooOoOo

MoOoOoOoooo

SMELLY BUMMMSSSSS

what’re you taLKING ABOUT

cause I gotta sneeze

Olllllll beeeen kenobi

Ah shit here comes the song

I’m auditioning for the role of Thomas Sanders

This is my vogue shoot (holding a dolphin)

The sausage went ZoOoom

Casually chokes his friend

THE ENTIRE SONG BLOOPE IM CRYFIN

meow (a BAPEY)

I’m the holder of the apple

Slap slap slap slap slap bottom

AchOO

Virgil standing is the weirdest thing OHMYGOD

DOES ANYBODY HAVE A BROOM?

IEHEHD DECEITS THING

DECEIT HITTING THE WOAH

What the fuH

Unicorns arbejajjeirjdb a bapey

Sprouts babies from their horns

Catch tune, did you come up with that?

A scoodly boo

*sinks out*

Thomas where do you get off

What the fuck are you talking about

The swoRD

Only Arthur was dhurjejd

Donlololoilol

Blehlehelhe

Shut up Virgil is basically what I’m saying

Me too Thomas

Good! Thanks!

How are you a DAD IF YOU DONT HAVE ANY KIDS

shIt

Ahhhh okAy

You must be a figment of my imagination, come on all my other figments of my imagination

REMUS WITHOUT HIS MUSTACHES JDIDNDK

Got Mario and Luigi here lmaO

Aliens

The duke... is a bitch

Aaaaa bitch

Ehhhh bitCh

Acrylic nails Remus yes pls

STUPID NOODLES

That’s creativity still working

Can you believ that?

And then she fucking dies

So there wasn’t really a ghost? Y’all about booballs

StinkY?

You are not going into church looking like that mister

And hate why we are gonna get demonitIzed

PoopY shit

Nope I’m an adult that’s noT AHAHAHA

I’m gonna kick your asH it was a pun and I didn’t swear

You can’t fucking punch me I’m imaginary you dumb shit

Suck my dick stupid

I’m all out of reactions for you

HE KNOWS THE VINE

Joan I thought you were vegAn

I freaking lvoe jOan

No more blood... REMUS

prom 2019

Does anyone see the weird dad character in here? Wiat why are there four different mes in here

We press them down, we repRESS ... oH

Patton I love you

1 in 50 people suffer from intrusive thoughts ... oops

Am I beeeeee ehHhHh

No seriously.. you’re really... lame

I WAS DECEIT ALL ALONG

I’m crying

don’t do thaT

THOMAS CANT SPEAK SAME

funeRAL

HAH

MORE AN IMORE

Something something

We also call those horse girls

EW DECEIT IS THAT WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE WITH YOUR HAT OFF

You’re alive it’s a miracle.. praise Jesus

Aw my bapey I lvoe you

Duke trying to get out from the Tv

Open the gates and seize the daYYYY

Gavins a BAPEY YALL

making a musical sequence in your head is not easy work

Me maH

Boo!

All of LoGAN!

OH MY GOD ITS A TRAIELR JEJDJEJF

JSUDJDJD YALL YALL YALL A TRAILER

APRIL THEITEENTH?? OU MY HOLY HELL I CANT BREATHE

AJDJJEJDJD OH NO PATTON LOOKS STRESSED

HES WEARING A SUIT OHMY GOD

YALL

Brb gonna go freak out

#sanders sides #ts spoilers #sanders sides spoilers #sanders sides bloopers #sanders sides bloopers spoilers #thomas sanders #long post

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Heyyy can you do mcu stony #18??? Love your fics btw ❤❤❤

thank you nonnie! i hope this is okay...if it’s not just lemme know and i’ll write something else! 

#18 waking up with amnesia

The catalyst is mashed potatoes, of all things. 

Well, no. Technically, it all starts when Steve gets whacked in the face with...something. Honestly, Tony doesn’t even know. He’s failed to get a straight answer out of every single damn person in the building but the point remains; something is wrong in Steve‘s face. Either a tooth got knocked loose, or something got embedded into his jaw, whatever. But since that sparring session, Steve has winced through everything that involves so much as moving his jaw. It started okay, at least to a supersoldier pain tolerance, but when Steve started wincing at eating a mushy banana, one that was basically the consistency of baby food since nobody else in the tower was willing to eat that gross a fruit-

Tony has decided that he is going to be on Steve’s ass about his tooth, and he is not going to get off it until Steve mans up and goes to medical. 

And it’s a little hypocritical, Tony making Steve go to medical, but they all have their flaws, and also, besides the fact that his soulmate was in pain and Tony hurt for him, Tony will not have his wedding kiss marred by Steve wincing at every pass of his mouth. 

But, anyway, he gave in by mashed potatoes. By the third time Steve winced while chewing, Tony’s fork has clattered to the table and his eyebrow almost hurts from how high it is. “Steve,” he groans. “Cmon. You have to see a dentist soon!”

Steve looked resolute. “No, Tony,” he grouches. “I’m fine see?” He took a scoop of mashed potatoes and chewed exaggeratedly. He still couldn’t hide his wince. “See? I’m eating just fine.”

Tony rolled his eyes. “You’re wincing eating mashed potatoes, Steve,” he pointed out and circled the table to settle in Steve‘s lap. Steve‘s hands coming up to grip his hips. “Please.”

Steve stayed stuff for only a second before going limp against the back of his seat. “I’m sorry,” he groaned. “I just-the whirring, and the seat, and I can hear the stupid drill—not to mention I don’t want to be awake while they poke holes in my teeth.” He rolled his eyes and Tony pressed a kiss to his nose apologetically. 

“We have anesthesia?” 

“Laughing gas doesn’t really work, doll. And I’m fine with lots of things, but I draw the line at drills and hammers in my mouth.”

Tony sighed. “Well, if you go to the dentist and if they say you need surgery and if they say that it warrants knocking someone out—not just you, depends on if they would do it to anyone else—then I will break out the supersoldier/hulk anesthesia, you big baby. Promise.” 

“The supersoldier anesthesia?” Steve repeated. “You mean the one we’re used when a building fell on me? That one? For a toothache?”

“Yes, Steve, that one.” Tony huffed. God, the audacity and ridiculousness of his man. Tony tangled his fingers in Steve‘s hair. “Which I’m still mad about, by the way.”

Steve‘s mouth quirked up, even though Tony was trying to stay stern. “So when you do dumb—“

“We are talking about you and the dentist, don’t bring me into this,” Tony said curtly, reluctantly smiling when Steve pressed a sweet kiss to his mouth. “Steve,” he tried. 

“Sh,” Steve soothes. “Can’t I love on my fiancé a little?”

Tony lets himself be bent back, melting into his mouth when—

Steve winces. 

Jesus Christ. Tony presses a hand to Steve‘s jaw and brushed the furrow of Steve’s brow. He was fine with entering a burning building on the off chance there was a cat inside, despite the family saying it had likely left because the little boy was crying, but he wouldn’t go to get his own damn tooth checked out. He could be so irrational about the strangest things, but Tony tried not to let that get to him. He had his things, and Steve had his things. “You’re going to the dentist,” he said.

Steve wilts, eyes begging. Tony refuses to be swayed. “You’re going to a dentist.” 

“I’m going to the dentist,” Steve repeats miserably. 

It’s hard to be smug when Steve looks like a kicked puppy. 

“Hi, honey,” Tony said gently, peeking open the door to Steve’s medical room. “Steve?” 

“D’n c’min,” Steve slurred from inside the medical room, where he’s doped up on so many drug that it’s a miracle he’s still awake. “No-on’l ma-ma h’sband s’pposed to be’en herre.” 

Sam snorted behind him. 

“Honey, I am your husband. Fiance. Whatever,” Tony said, amused. 

“B-but y’re na’ T’ny.” 

“I am Tony!” Tony can’t help but giggle. He doesn’t get to see Steve drunk very often, not unless Thor shows up with the Asgardian mead that gets them all regretting existence the next morning, and he missed dumb Steve. “I’m coming in.” 

“No!” 

Steve sounds so vehement that Tony’s hand hesitates on the doorknob. Behind him, Sam’s laugh tapers off into concern. 

“Honey, are you okay?” 

“I-I nee’ T’ny.” 

“Oh my God.” Sam looked a moment away from busting a gut. “Tony, I’m opening the door.” 

Sam reached over and opened the door for him despite Tony’s hiss, and there, Steve sat on the edge of the bed, swaying precautiously, his shirt half-open. Sam snorted, peeking over the top of his head. “Drugged up, tits out.” 

Tony reached behind him and swatted at Sam, smiling at his exaggerated oof. “Honey? What are you doin’?” 

Steve pouted. “Wh’re o’?” 

Tony felt taken aback. “Honey? I’m Tony?” 

Steve looked confused. “No, y’re n’t.”

“Holy shit, I’m taking out my phone,” Sam mutters but Tony país no heed. 

“Yeah I am,” Tony said, reaching forward to take Steve’s hand. Steve stared at it like it was a foreign object. “Baby-?”

Steve frowned. “I d’nno who’re are?”

“Oh boy,” Tony muttered and tries to smile reassuringly at Steve. This was a new reaction, and try as he might, he couldn’t help but feel laughter bubbling in his chest like he was a shaken bottle of soda about to explode. “What do you mean, honey? I am Tony, dunno how to prove it to you.”

Steve pouted. “No, yre nah.” His eyes started to well with tears. Tony suspected there were tears in Sam’s eyes, but for an entirely different reason. “”I wan’-I wan’ ma h’sban’. His n’me ‘s Tony, an’ he so pr’tty.” He quieted; Tony waited avidly to hear what he’d say next. Steve stayed silent, and Tony started to lean forward to check if he was still awake—

“And he s’ str’ng, an-an—“

 Never mind.  

Tony’s neck flushed red, both in embarrassment and in pleasure. It was-sweet, in a way, that Steve was so doped up that the only thing he could think of was Tony, but mostly, he was concerned that Steve was literally losing all of his metaphorical marbles. 

“Woah, hey man,” Sam barked, and Steve was tipping forward, eyes glazed. “Steve, you awake?”

Steve blinked sleepily. “No,” he said dazedly, and then his head was lolling. 

“Should we get him to sleep? Or call a nurse?” Tony rubbed at the reactor, fingers drumming anxiously. 

“Nah,” Sam said, looking mildly concerned, but still halfway-gleeful. “The nurse did say that he might be a little odd on the anesthetic.” 

“Oh,” Tony said, scratching his jaw, as his other hand gently pushed Steve back onto the bed so he could sleep some of the effects of the drugs running through his system off until he was safe—to himself, mostly; he was like a helpless kitten more than a soldier at this point—“She did?”

“Man, you and Steve are perfect for each other,” Sam complained. “Like two year olds with directions.”

“I st’l dunno wh’re y’re?” Steve slurred. 

Tony leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to Steve’s wrinkled brow. “Don’t worry about it,” he said softly. “Sam took a video for you anyway.”

“No kiss,” Steve whined, pressing his swollen face to the pillow. “‘Ly T’ny s’ppos’ k’ss.”

“Okay, baby,” Tony sighed. He turned expectantly to Sam. “Well?”

“We’re playing the damn video at your wedding.”

...

Later, after ten replayings of the same shaky StarkPhone video, Steve has not moved from the couch. 

“Honey,” Tony started, perching at the end of the couch. “It’s okay.”

“I didn’t know who you were!” Steve moaned. 

“Well you did, really,” Tony pointed out, and feels a flash of remorse when Steve just buried his head further into the pillow. “Jesus.”

“I hate you. Was the video necessary?”

“Sam took it!”

“And you let him?!”

“...”

“I was on drugs!” Steve defends weakly.

He laughed helplessly, rubs aching in protest. 

“Tony,” he whines. 

Tony snickers and tugs Steve close. “Cmere and kiss me again, idiot.”

#stony #stevetony #tony stark #steve rogers #fluff #stony fic #domestic stony #domestic fluff #engaged stony #au august 2020 #its 11:24 but guess what bitches #still august second

[the-entity-down-the-street]

We Have the Moon

Hey guys, sorry I disappeared off the face of the Earth for a while. I’ve been pretty depressed and unmotivated because, well *gestures vaguely to everything.* Here’s the second installment of my human-monster romance stories. We’re going full Gothic Lesbian Vampire Love today. I hope y’all enjoy. I can’t think of any content warnings off the top of my head, this is pretty tame honestly, but if there’s anything I should add let me know! Read under the cut.  

 Plink.

  It was a light tap, subtle as the wind itself. Nobody should’ve woken up. But Alice did. Subtle, tinkling reverberations made her ears perk up.

  Plink.

She lifted her head. Though only the pale moon offered light, she had no trouble seeing. Her eyes were built for picking apart shadows. The room was empty.

 Plink.

“Alice!”

Oh. Oh no. Why was she here? Alice scurried to the window. It was covered in a frosty sheen broken up by a few persistent stones. Cracking it open enough for one eye to peek around, Alice spotted a familiar figure standing outside.

Melody. In a prom dress.

It was silver, sleeveless, and dripping with rhinestones. She’d woven matching ribbons into her box braids. “Alice, come down.”

“Go home, Mel. You know you shouldn’t be here.”

“Yeah, and?” Melody asked, indignant.

“Please go home. You must be cold.”

“Guess I’ll just be cold till you get your ass down here. And put on something cute.”

  Alice narrowed her eye. “You’re not going away, are you?”

“Negative.”

She sighed. Melody was stubborn enough to freeze until she came down. Might as well keep her from getting frostbite. Alice hurried to slip into a pair of black leggings, a button-up top, and her dad’s leather jacket. Dressed, she opened the window fully and crawled down the side of her house.

Alice wasn’t the beautiful type of vampire. Her skin wasn’t pure white marble; it was pale corpse flesh, showcasing a network of black veins pulsing underneath. Her limbs weren’t perfectly sculpted; they were spidery and knotted and all her joints protruded into bulbs of tendon and bone. And her face did not showcase a haunting beauty, but a ghoulish caricature of something that might’ve been human, once, if you squinted a little. If she were a full vampire, Alice was sure her friend would run home, leaving only a trail of piss and tears behind. But her horror was diluted by the glow of her mom’s humanity, so Melody stayed waiting for her.

“Happy?” Alice asked.

“Yes,” Melody replied, grabbing her arm. “Now come on. I’m freezing.”

Melody’s hand, even kissed by the winter wind, was so warm. Alice’s half-beating heart sped up to a human pace.

The two of them ran through the woods separating Alice’s house from the rest of the town. There was no snow, but a low fog hung over the roots of the trees, whipped up by their legs and soft laughter.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Where do you think?” Melody said.

Oh. Alice would’ve blushed if she’d had the heat for it. The graveyard. Melody always waited for her there, always where the moon was brightest. Never afraid. Ready to play with death. To flirt with it. To dance with it. To go to prom with it.

“I thought your parents said they’d cut off your college fund if you saw me again,” Alice said.

“They did. And if we don’t do this tonight, they will.”

“And what is this, exactly?”

“You’ll see.”

Christ. Always so damn cryptic. As much as Alice was annoyed by it, she had to admit the spark of mystery was welcome. The heartbeat of her life had slowed to a comatose lull since Melody left for college. It had just her and her parents eking out a quiet existence where they wouldn’t be bothered by the townsfolk. The shadows may have been safe, but they weren’t nearly as interesting as humans thought they were.

They arrived at the graveyard. The headstones they grew up around were glistening with ice droplets. In the center was an abandoned, rotting church which towered over the graves. They always sat in its shadow on the hotter nights. The memory of a lingering kiss danced on Alice’s tongue as they made their way up the mossy steps. The front door was held shut by several wood planks haphazardly nailed over it.

“Help me open this, would you, baby?”

Yes, she could, happily. The door, and the boards, caved like paper when Alice kicked them in. No invitation necessary.

Like vampiric beauty, it was also a myth that God held vampires at bay. That implied that vampires weren’t of God. It also implied that the Christian God was the only Holy Spirit around. That was the biggest myth of all.

It was oddly lovely inside. Pews draped in cobwebs decorated the otherwise barren space. The altar at the front was defaced with graffiti, mostly of pentagrams drawn by misinformed teenagers, highlighted by the stained-glass window throwing muted rainbows across the floor.

“Okay, we’re here. Now what are we doing?”

Melody looked towards the altar. A crystalized breath fell from her soft lips. “Getting married.”

“…Huh?” Alice felt her heart speed up even more. It was uncomfortable. How did humans deal with this?

Melody looked to Alice and squeezed her hand. The shifting browns of cats’ eye swam in her irises. “Marry me, Alice.”

“B-but this isn’t… I thought maybe…” she scratched her neck.

“That I’d meet someone?”

“Yeah.”

“Why would I do that?”

Alice took her other hand. “Because they’re human, Mel. Because you could have a normal life. Because, I don’t know, you could grow old together and stuff.”

Melody made an audible snoring sound.

“I’m serious.”

“So am I. That shit’s boring.”

“But your parents—”

“Will have to get the fuck over it. I chose you.”

“That’s a choice I could never understand.”

“But I’m making it anyways,” Melody said. “You in or not?”

Alice bit her lip. Her fang poked into the skin, and a stream of black blood ran down her chin. She had no doubts that Melody was serious. And looking into her eyes, Alice also had no doubts that Melody loved her. Humans couldn’t hide their feelings well even if when they tried. It was kind of cute, really. Their little twitches, jittery hands, hushed curses, even their breathing— it always gave away the truth. Melody’s truth was stark, longing gazes, reaching lips, and a racing heart.

“This isn’t exactly an official ceremony,” Alice said. “We don’t have a priest or a wedding license or anything.”

Melody offered a shrug. “That can come later. Once I’m on my own. For now,” she pointed towards the large circular window above the altar, where the full moon shone, “we have the moon. She’ll be our officiant.”

Alice considered this. The moon. It followed them through their every night. Even when they were apart, even when they couldn’t talk to each other, the moon would know. That was all that mattered. “The moon it is.”

“Great, I already bought rings. Come on.”

           The excited, giggling brides ran to the altar and took places opposite of each other. Melody pulled two rings out of her bra. One had a large red gem and one had a blue gem, both oval, a little like class rings.

“I hope these weren’t too expensive.”

“Nah, got them from Walmart. We can get real ones for the real wedding.”

“Think your parents will suspect?”

Melody waved her hand flippantly. “They know I like a lot of jewelry. One more ring won’t set off their alarms if it doesn’t look like a wedding ring. Stop worrying.”

“You’ve been planning this a while?”

She lowered her head. “Since they forced us to break up.”

Alice held Melody’s cheek and stroked it. They had tried to be sneaky, but people in this town never mind their own business. As soon as they found out Melody was going to prom with the local abomination, all hell broke loose. A lot of screaming. Even more crying. They never even got to go to prom. “I’m sorry, baby.”

Melody looked up to Alice. “Doesn’t matter now. Hold out your hand.”

Alice did. “No vows?”

“I think we both know what I’m agreeing to.” Melody slid the red ring over Alice’s finger. Alice slid the blue ring over Melody’s. “Till the end, love.”

“Till the end.”

Their lips met, hot upon cold, life upon death. The kiss was long and lingering. Alice knew it would be their last for a long time. Maybe months, maybe years. It all depended on how often Melody could sneak visits during her breaks. Alice could wait. Once Melody was on her own, they would get their real wedding. After that they had eternity waiting ahead.

Until then, they had the moon. She would know, and that was all that mattered.

#entitywrites #terato #terato love #monster girlfriend #monster wife #wlw #monster lover #vampire girlfriend #vampire wife #romance writing #my writing #writing #terato writing

[wxsuthorn]

Yes, I am that person who spams the groupchat about BL.

I was watching A Round Trip To Love for the first time and here’s what i spammed my group chat:

omg what the im like one minute in and someone already got shot

ten minutes in and someone’s about to get topped

oh my god they are so cute look at that

oof he don’t wanna do the do

oh my god literally just get married

the rings i cannot

this is so frigging oh my god i love it

wait no omg they were found

NO DONT HIT MY SON SCREW YOU

ugh homophobes

now everything’s fricking sad

hong kong?

hey i used to live there

for 7 years

cool

omg the ringggggg

omg the letters

omg this is so sad what

what

jejskskjskdkxndndkkd no stop my heart is dying

NO WHAT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT I WAS NOT READY WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT OMG HIS BROTHER IS GAY TOO OH MY GOD WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIY WAIT HIS BROTHER HIS BROTHER HIS BROTHER HIS BROTHER BEN GAY KRUB AKMSNSKSNND

omg wait

this movie is so fast pace wait what

OMG WAIT

HE IS

THE CEO

OF THE COMPANY

AND HE STILL HAS THE RING

WHAT THE FRIIIIIIIIDGE

HOLY

MOTHER OF GOD

OH

MY

GOD

HE SEES THAT HE NO LONGER WEARS THE RING

HOLY FRICK

oh my god

oh my god

omg wait he’s giving him noodles

omg peak asian boyfriend material

omg wait that’s so fucking cute what uwu

oh my god

he said it

he

holy

LIAR

WHAT

WAIT THE RING

AND THE LETTERS

OMG THERE ARE SO MANY IM GONNA CRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

IT WAS HIS MOM’S FAULTH

DMEKKDKD

YES BOY RUN TO UR MANS

omg the mom is so homophobic that she’s asking to die instead of have a gay don

son*

what a great parent

HE LEFT

WHAT

HE LEFT

WHY WOULD HE DO THAT

WAIT NO

HE SENT A TEXT

wait

okay

oh wow

he threw his phone

omg

holy shit

oh my god noooooo fucking what the shit MY RICH SON I KNOW SHIT IS HARD BUT IT DO BE LIKE THAT SOME TIMES NOW STOP HITTING YOUR BOYFRIEND’S BROTHER’S BOYFRIEND

OH MY GOD NOOOO HE HIT HIS BACK ON THE CORNER OF THE TABLE WTFFF

THAT SHIT HURTSS

OMG NOOO

omg

holy shit

HE WAS PARALYSED

wait

oh my god

OH MY GOD NOOOOOOOOOOOOO

oh my god

omg stop fighting my children holy shit stoopooOooOoooppp

ugh

the friggin sound cut off

oh my god poor baby

xiao chen is just a baby

oh no

the mom

oh my god

she’s gonna die

i swear she’s gonna die by the end of this

aahhhh this is bad now the mom wil hate mr. lu even more

omggggg

太可怜

为什么jakkskskksksk我会哭死了kssmndkx他们为什么要打架????

omg is she gonna kill herself

no wait

okay

i think we’re safe

damn i feel so bad for her

even tho she homophobic she’s still got some shit going on

HOLY SHIT SHE

DIED

UH

WHAT

wait

she died

wait no waht

what

你为什么要答应她?makajskqkns

Istg if he runs over him im gonna loose my fricking marbles

Asdlkfjalsdjfsljkdf he stopped lets go

NO WHAT

DONT YOU DARE

FRICK

ALKDLKJDFLKJSFLJD

Omg he literally just did that

He just

Holy

NOEEEEEE

WHAT THE HELL WHY TF WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME THAT THIS WAS GONNA BE ANGSTY

PEOPLE JUST SAID IT WAS EXPLICIT

BUT THEY DIDNT WARN ME ABOUT THIS

WHAT

WHAT THE FRGGIN FRACK

WHAT

THE

HELL

WHAT

I JUST WANTED A BREAK FROM MAKE IT RIGHT BEFORE I STARTED SEASON TWO

NOT A BREAK IN MY FRIGGIN HEART SLKJDFLDSJFLKDSJ

Istg ill shove those flowers down the dad’s throat

I hate BL parents

I only like Pete’s dad, Kao’s mom, like a few other people who I can’t exactly think of at the moment, but other than that parents are disgusting creatures of beastiality

Oh my god

The ring drop

I will literally die

Watch me

Im dead

Im now ghost writing this

LKFJDL:SJDFL:JDSF:LKJLDFN

Omg the symbolism.

He drops the ring

Tries so hard to pick it back up again

But then someone stops him, before he could hurt himself.

Ring represents his love with xiao chen

I literally

What the hell

This is art

But it’s angsty and sad and idk what to do other than cryyyyyyyyLSJF

OMG WAIT SHE PICKS IT UP FOR HIM LETS GO.

Wait what if she symbolizes like the universe or nature or fate and its just like: relax i get that for you hold up a sec tho

Lu Feng is so strong. Like mentally

He has to suffer with the guilt of the death of xiao chen’s mom and the guilt of his brother being paralyzed

He is also heartbroken and his father literally is so oppressive and just terrible to him

He willingly got hit by a car just so that xiao chen would be happy

Not to get back together, but for him to be happy

Im frigging soft dont touch me

Goddamn he came back

periodt

Oh wow

Lovers to enemies

Okay then

Please dont hurt him anymore than you already have

For both him and yourself

And me

It’s painful to watch

HE HAS A KID

I REPEAT

HE HAS

A

SACK OF GERMS

WITH HAIR

HOLDING HIS HAND

AND A FEMALE WIFE

HE IS LITERALLY A BOTTOM

Welp we stan a bicon i guess

Or just a man refusing to accept his sexuality

hE CAN WALK

YAYAYAYAYAYAY

Chills

Literal chills

Damn this is a good movie

This man has the audacity to drug my son

This is kinda uncomfy man idk how i feel about this

Omg wait he pulls him in

Okay consent?

Yes?

Oh what

Okay

“I’m not interested in you” he said

Well damn

The bottom energy radiating from this man is impeccable

I feel bad for the bathtub

I am so conflicted

Why couldn’t they just be happy uwu babies that share noodles in a cozy little apartment

Ughhhhhh i hate that i still have an attachment to lu feng even though i should hate him cuz he’s crazy and a kidnapper and he literally raped xiao chen

ON THE BOAT

REALLY

They’re in a pool now

Damn that ring has been going through a lot

HE LOOKS FOR IT

XIAO CHEN LOOKS FOR THE RING OH MY GOD

Idk what to believe now this is crazy

Omg he’s drowning

As the police arrive

Oh my god is this where he gets shot

Holy crap

Im literally crying so hard right now i can’t

This hug

This mf hug

WHAT DO I DO AKJLSKDFJ DO I SHIP IT OR DO I DISAPPROVE BECAUSE LIKE RAPE?

HELLO????

Idk lu feng was so messed up

OMG THE BROTHER SHOT IT

YI CHEN

SHOT

XIAO CHEN

OMG

But he was aiming for lu feng sdlfjalskdjfla

This movie

Oh my dear god

程亦辰，我错了，我爱你

OH MY FRIGGING GOD I DONT WANNA FORGIVE HIM BUT I HAVE TO

Wait no

I don’t forgive him

I just give him a second chance

Cuz he went through shit

But xiao chen went through more shit and dealt with it better cuz of his sort of “cowardly” and “content” personality sal;djflsadkjfas;lkd

The flashbacks of his past self

Man this hits hard

Oh my god he’s waking up while lu feng is abou to fricking die

Oh my god please dont die

He’s dead

He’s fricking dead

That ending

WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME THAT THERE IS NO HAPPY ENDING

WHY WOULD ASJFLSDKFJ:LDJSF WHAT THE HELL IM GOING TO DIE

IM CRYING

IM LITERALLY CRYING SO HARD RIGHT NOW IT’S NOT EVEN FUNNY

His last words were xiao chen

Omg the cinematography in this movie was brilliant

All of the symbolism and all of the frigging flashbacks and back and forth and just everything.

Oh my god this was so so so so so sooooo good. I’m literally at a loss for words

Oh my fricking god

And when he was like reaching for lu feng at the end

Saying the there was a deeper feeling within the hate

I lost it

#bl drama #a round trip to love #groupchat #im so annoying #i feel bad for my friends

[uninteligablebutshantbestopped]

The Adventure Zone Balance Liveblog: Part Two of ????

Episode 56: The Suffering Game-Chapter Six

Griffin: Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention this: the room around you, it kinda… it appears like you’re on the Rockport Limited again. Like, the room around you looks like you’re in a train car battling, and there’s like virtual windows looking out to like the passing countryside, like you’re on a train. Like, the room is recreating the scenes of these classic battles.

Travis: What a nice treat for the audience!

It i s a nice treat, my minds eye is very happy with this stage building (gOd I love Wonderland as a setting. Everything about how it’s set up, the aesthetics, mwah chiefs kiss, thank you for creating the perfect torturous hell Griffin)

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Justin: Uhh let’s see, I’m going toooOooo… hurt Jenkins! (*Griffin chuckles*) With a magical spell. Of my own choosing~

Justin: Of my ownnnn-

Clint: This would be a spell that is magical?

Justin: Yeah, I’m just gonna do...you know what? I’m not gonna get clever on him.

Justin: I’m just gonna hit him with a...juicy, juicy, “Scorching Ray.”

Griffin: Mmkay!

Justin: I gotta make a ranged spell attack for each ray—

Clint: Are you scorching raayyy~~~

Griffin: Oh, that’s fun, Dad!

Travis: That was a good joke, Daddy!

Clint: I’m just bringing back an old one from the past!

Griffin: Yea, That’s a classic!

Clint: You’re bringing back all the bosses!

Griffin: -That’s a good point, Dad!

Griffin: Let’s do all our old jokes in this one!

Justin: Especially if they are like—

Travis: Yeah, let’s make this, this is like our “trapped in a room” episode, y’know, where we all—

Griffin: Yeah, this is our “bottle” episode.

Justin: Yeah, especially if they’re from other podcasts. That’s ideal.

I love banter (also is Justin okay he sounds either stoned or dead right now)

On another note, do-

Do other families other than the McElroys call their Dad Daddy? I have no idea if it’s a ironic thing or if it’s an actual thing people call their father figures? I'm trying not to base my American family centred knowledge entirely on the McElroys-

-

*Dice Rolling Intensifes*

-

Griffin: Something happens, that hasn’t happened in a w h i l e, and that is-

Travis: We feel something!

Mood

Griffin: He drops his wand, and Taako, your umbrastaff, turns inside out, and sucks that wand in, and devours it

Wait wait wait okay, I’m probably being real fucking dumb here and forgetting shit since it’s been a while since I listened, but weren’t they fighting like, conjurations? Made by all the fog and manikins? There was an actual wand?? Or more specifically, the Jerkins (Damn it-) counted as an actual wizard that was defeated?? I’m sure there was something said that I’ve forgotten like a goof, but whaaat?

-

SHARK TANK HOO HA HA-

-

Clint: All right! Here’s what I’m going to do: I’m going to cast Divination.

Griffin: Okay!

Clint: This puts me in touch with a god or god’s servant, so in this case, Pan. I get to ask a single question-

Griffin, sounding way too overjoyed: Ohoo this is perfect, thank you. This is a gift.

If I’ve learnt anything while listening to this masterpiece of a podcast, especially during this arc, it’s that a happy sounding Griffin is never a good thing

-

Clint: I’m of no use as long as my powers aren’t working!

Griffin: Yeep!

Travis, amused: And so to combat that, you use one of your powers!

Griffin: You-you pray-

Clint: Travis, I am- Merle is a deeply spiritual character (*que incredulous Travis laughter*)

Clint: And in times of need, he turns to his God for guidance!

Griffin: Okay. Hit him up-

Travis: Like any good religious person, when he needs something.

Travis isn’t showing any mercy rn and in doing so, he’s fucking murdering me

Also Clint's talking to Pan voice is amazing, but it’s not as amazing as Griffin's “I know something you don’t right now but I'm going to play along with it for now because I'm an agent of chaos ; )” voice

-

Griffin: He’s just not there, he’s not there supporting you with holy power, he’s just-he's just gone

So what he’s out for smoko or something?

Real talk though, wheres Merle's homeboy at? Is this a Wonderland thing where there’s bad connection, or is it something else? Merle's cleric magic has been consistently wonky, but it’s still been working, so Pan couldn’t just be g o n e like Griffin delightedly revealed, other wise Merle probably wouldn’t of been able to cast any of his shit at all right? ((I assume, I confess I’m not exactly the most knowabable about Clerics-)) So this has gotta be a Wonderland thing, right? Unless Pan legit is just, out drinking with the mates, but from memory, didn’t Merle catch him at a bad time before during Crystal Kingdom?

... damn I need to relisten to shit

Wait okay, Griffin just said “less and less well”, so yes, Merle's shit is slowly getting worse n worse. Is it just gonna be McGone like Pan near the end of this? I’m curious to see what that means for Clint and how he'll deal with things if that’s the case

-

Griffin: What the Fuck's Cam gonna cast?

I was about to make a comment about that being a new smash hit graphic novel title, but I’m now too busy laughing at Griffin loosing his dice off the table

Feel ya there bud, feel ya there

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Griffin: -you see a potted plant appear, and then a guillotine, and then a marble column, and then a coat rack, and then nothing.

Legit, what the fUcK is Mr Red Robe doing over there, and can I be invited because it sounds like they’re having my kind of party right now

-

Travis: Yeah! In fact, I am! Um, like listen, at this point, the magic people seem to have this shit down. All I’m gonna do is, what? Hit a tank with my axe? No no no. I’m gonna do what Magnus does best and go pull the arms off some things.

Actualy Travis, I would very much like to see Magnus hit the tank with his Axe, but I confess that that is not something I want to happen with Magnus's best interests in mind

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Travis: I'm gonna pull the arms off, maybe throw the bodies at the tank-

That’s absolutely feral, I love it

#the adventure zone #taz #taz balance #the suffering game #Astro's TAZ Liveblog #liveblog #mcelroys