#i cant wait for them to move out of this fucking house soon. cant come soon enough literally at all

[thoughts-and-all-that]

i hope that stupid cunt fucks off and dies

#vent #the one whos supposedly supposed to be the more stressful one isnt #but the one whos supposedly normal and nice is the one whos only ever given me stress #literally only ever given me stress and been all up in peoples business and been judgy as fuck #definitely going to be a fucking soccer mom when her kid grows older #gonna be that bitch at pta meetings that everyone fucking hates #i feel bad for her daughter cause both her parents are selfish pricks #i cant wait for them to move out of this fucking house soon. cant come soon enough literally at all #sick of their fucking bitchy presences in my life #bunch of spoiled fucking brats they are

[sophsbookstore]

Sims Stream

Lando Norris x reader ｡･:*˚:✧｡

Word Count: 1,354

“So, what do you want to do today?” a shirtless Lando said, coming up and hugging me from behind as I make us breakfast.

I turn around, giving him a quick yet passionate kiss before turning back around, just finishing preparing a fruit salad for the both of us, his head nessling between mine and my shoulder, his arms wrapping around my waist.

“Your day off has barely started and you're already bored huh?” I laugh, a smile creeping onto his lips.

“I already trained, did simulator practice, took a nap, and now I want to hang out with you my love.” He squeezes me tighter as I nestle into him.

“Well I was going to stream sims today.” I make my final cut, mixing all the fruit together before putting some in a nearby bowl and handing it to Lando. He gives me a thank you, before turning to lean against the kitchen counter, now facing me.

“I could join you.” he states, scarfing down the fruit, taking a few pieces of fruit from my bowl as well.

“We cant join games” I frown, wishing he could stream with me today.

“I know, you always watch me play video games, I wanna watch you play something you really like doing” he smiles, placing both his and my empty bowls in the sink, wrapping up the leftovers and placing them in the fridge.

I take his hand in mine, leading him to my office/game room. I pull up a chair for him, placing a pillow on the seat as well as the back of the back of the chair for comfort. As I get settled, He takes the armrest of my chair, pulling it closer to him. I drape a blanket over both our legs and start the stream, the sims loading screen shining bright in the backlit room.

As we start talking both to one another and the stream chat, more and more people start joining, freaking out at the sight of Lando and I streaming together for the first time. Chat being so used to just hearing Lando, and never seeing him. Lando starts talking to chat, telling them how excited he is to play with me.

Soon the game fully loads, I choose to start a new game, not wanting to ruin any of the storylines I have going with my other sims lore. “Why don't you make us? We can live out our lives through the sims” Lando asks. Chat, all Lando fans, loving his idea and agreeing immediately.

Embarrassed, I go to my library and select the premade Lando I had made just a few months back on another stream. “Already did.” I blush with embarrassment, he turns to me with a big grin on his face, getting closer to the monitor screen to observe his custom made sim.

“You did so good love, thank you for making me look so handsome” he says leaning closer to me, giving me a forehead kiss. As he gets closer, he moves his hand from his lap to start squeezing my thigh. I lean into his body, moving the armrest out of the way, holding his arm that's squeezing my leg. Chat absolutely loses it at the interaction, spamming mom and dad in the chat.

Once we make some adjustments to our sims outfits we start the game, going into a random starter house, customizing the interior to our liking with what little funds we have, and finding jobs for our respective sims. “Can I be an F1 driver here?” he questions.

“No, but you can be an athlete” he makes a sad face, not getting what he wanted. “The good thing is, there's a lot of job options in the game” this perks him up. I continue to scroll though the list, showing and describing all the jobs to Lando.

“WAIT WAIT WAIT I CAN BE A SECRET AGENT” he practically screams. “Why didn't you tell me, that's way cooler.” 

Lando picks the job of secret agent, I settle with the streamer career, wanting my sim to be as accurate as possible. 

“Can you fuck in the sims?” Lanod says out of nowhere. I playfully smack him on the shoulder.

“Lando there's kids watching, also our sims aren't even dating yet, they are just roommates.”

“How come sim Lando hasn't asked out sim Y/N yet?”

“Maybe he's too scared, sim Y/N is way too hot for sim Lando” I shrug, Lando giving me a side eye. “Dont side eye me, I said what I said, chat did I lie?” chat clearly siding with me.

“Tell sim Lando to ask out sim Y/N, we have to date her before anyone else tries to steal my girl” Blushing, I click on my sim, making Lando's in game alter ego flirt with her.

Soon, my sim walks away from Lando's, moving away to talk to another nearby towns person. Lando watches in disbelief as my sim, against my control, starts talking to another man. “WHAT THE HELL” he stares at the screen, sitting up a little more. Chat going absolutely insane, clipping the moment to probably use for another couples compilation.

“I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING, SHE DID THAT ALL ON HER OWN” I argued back. Lando takes the controls, choosing my character and moving her away from the random sim man, to go back to talking to him.

“How do I kill someone in the sims?” he questions, going to the settings and looking around for a kill button.

“You can't, I dont have the mod.” I laugh, holding my stomach with laughter, pulling him away from the screen, to go back to cuddling me.

“Can we download it? I want him dead, he tried to take my girl” lando pouts.

We continued the game, Lando and I switching off the controls whenever we wanted our charters to do something. Soon enough, Sim Lando and Sim Y/N start dating. Lando and I both chanted “kiss, kiss, kiss” when they shared their first kiss with one another.

“Does this mean that we can fuck now” Lando turns to me waiting for my approval.

I sigh, a smile forming on my lips. “Yes lando, they can now.” he cheers, taking the mouse and clicking on the bed, happily selecting the woohoo button.

I take the mouse back from him, moving the game to show a different room. “I don't want to show it on stream, it's an invasion of privacy '' I look at him sternly, he silently nods in agreement.

We wait a couple more seconds, talking to chat about anything that comes to mind until finally seeing the notification that they are done. Lando grabs the mouse before I can, clicking on my sims and taking her to the bathroom. “Lando, what are you doing?” I ask confused.

“I wanna see if Sim Y/N is pregnant.” 

“LANDO WHAT!” I shout taking the mouse back from him instantly. We’re both waiting anxiously (for different reasons) for the notification of sim Y/N’s status. I let out a sigh of relief when she's not.

Lando slumps back in his chair. “Lando what were you thinking? They've only been dating for a day! It's far too soon for them to have a baby! They barely have any money, no space, do you need me to go on?” I lecture him, moving the controls slightly away from him so he cant make anymore rash decisions.

“I just wanted to see what a little us would look like” he said sadly, it breaks my heart, chat spamming awww’s in the chat. “I know it's too soon, I just got excited.”

“Lando it's ok, how about the next stream, we MAYBE have them try?” this perks him up.

“Really! You mean it? Everyone spam baby names in the chat, we’ll use the best one.'' Lando starts talking to the chat about how excited he is for the next stream, and virtual fatherhood.

As I watch Lando go on and on about this potential sim baby, I can't help but get excited for the day it happens in real life.

#lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris x y/n #lando norris imagine #Lando Norris x streamer!reader #lando norris x you #lando norris x twitch!reader #lando norris one shot

[beybaldes]

And somehow I know that you and I would've found each other

roy kent x gn!reader

word count : 8.7k

masterlist

summary : you and roy always end up finding your way back to each-other

content warning : taylor popped the fuck off with the speak now vault tracks especially timeless (another timeless fic coming out soon!!!!), slow burn that takes place over 36 years - dermatologists hate me! Roy’s sister is dubbed Molly yet again, I steal britanny brett for plot because I’m obsessed with @onceuponaoneshotfanfic and superstar (check it out now if you still haven’t, and if you have already, then reread it!!!!!!)

It's 1991 and youre not old enough to understand why your neighbour, and best friends older brother Roy, has to move away. You're only 4 years old, and so is Molly, and Roy's only 9 - so you're not sure why he's going away, where he's going, or if he's ever going to come back.

All you do know is that you and Molly's little arms are wrapped tightly around each other and you feel like it's never going to be enough to fill the hole of Roy's absence.

It's a cool September morning and Roy knows that December 19th - the day he gets to come back home for Christmas - is exactly 107 days away, but not even the last dregs of summers warmth can make this moment something he's going to look back fondly on.

He's got blankie folded perfectly at the bottom of his backpack and your favourite teddy bear wrapped up in it. Even though he wouldn't discover it until he'd arrived at Sunderland, you knew it was there and that Roy would look after it, and it made everything feel just a little bit better.

When Roy's Grandad announces that it's time to go, he gives you and Molly one last hug, pressing a kiss to both of your heads and promising to write and call whenever he can. You and Molly chase the car until the end of the street, where it turns a corner and Molly's mum calls you back to the house; you linger long enough to watch Roy turn from one of your best friends into a blurry figure in the back of a car.

Ms Kent gives you and Molly ice lolly's from the freezer and puts on 'Cinderella' while you eat them. She then sits through 'Sleeping Beauty,’ ‘The Little Mermaid', and 'Beauty and the Beast' with the two of you until your tears have long since stopped and you've fallen asleep in each others arms.

The following morning, Ms Kent nearly has a heart attack when she doesn't find you in Molly's bed, but her worry is soon ended when she realises the door to Roy's room is half opened and you're quietly curled up in tear stained sheets. Slowly, she wakes you up, and when fresh tears spring to your eyes she's quick to pull you into her arms. As she rocks you gently in her hold, she promises you that the prince always returns to the princess; even if it takes breaking a curse or waiting for 100 years.

They always find each-other in the end and live happily ever after.

And 107 days is nothing when you're 4 years old, it's the blink of an eye and sticky melted ice lolly on your hands, it's your first ever school uniform and glitter from Christmas crafts that you cant get off you no matter how many showers you take, and it goes by even quicker when Roy comes home 10 days sooner then expected.

You don't see him for the first 5 days. Roy locked himself away in his room and refused to come out or speak to anyone. But when the sixth day, and the weekend, finally rolls around, you decide to do something about it.

For a 9 year old, Roy sure had a lot to think about. He never got to say goodbye to his grandad, and he wasn't going to teach him how to ride a bike, or see him score his first professional goal, or get married, and he didn't know how to explain that when he went back to Sunderland come new year, he wasn't going away in the same capacity granddad had.

No 9 year old should've been thinking of all that.

Roy hadn't been expecting any visitors, not that he wanted any, but when you barged your way into his bedroom, he couldn't bring himself to send you away.

"Go away." Roy had growled, hidden beneath blankie and curled tightly into himself. "I want to be alone." Roy hadn't meant a lick of it and you hadn't believed any of it either.

"No, you don't." Though you had to wriggle your little self into his arms, you did it, and beamed proudly against his pyjama clad chest when he let you cuddle up to him. Roy had hugged you tightly, pulling you closer to him and wrapping blankie tightly around you both. "I missed you, Royo."

"You packed Dave in my bag." Roy stated, not asking why, or whether you wanted the teddy bear back, or telling you that he'd actually left it in Sunderland for when he went back in a few weeks time.

"You need him more then I do." Roy just nodded his head at your words, willing himself not to cry at the guilt he felt over leaving you and Molly behind and thinking about something other then his grandad. "And, if you have Dave, and Dave is mine, then you have to come and give him back to me. You have to come back from sundayland."

"Sunderland."

"What's that?" You tilted your head up to look at Roy, and found him already looking at you, half a smile on his lips.

"It's nothing."

Both you and Roy fell asleep in his room, under the safety of blankie, talking about 'sundayland' and everything good about his time there. It wasn't until tea time that his mum found the two of you and dragged you down stairs for dinner, teasing Roy once you'd gone home that you definitely had a little crush on him.

~*~

Roy's transfer to Chelsea once the season is over is announced just before your 16th birthday and you swear it's the best birthday present you've ever gotten. He's newly 21 and he's got this shaggy mullet thing going on that really shouldn't be working for him, but it is. You can't keep your eyes off of him, and Roy pretends not to notice for what he tells himself is your sake. He knows it isn't.

When his car pulls up in the drive for the first time since the weekend he came down for Mollys birthday, you and Molly run out of the house hand in hand to greet him, crying his name. He lets the two of you crash into him and wrap your arms tightly around him, almost squeezing him to death when he finds himself sandwiched between the two of you.

Roy's barely been on home soil for 10 seconds when Molly pulls away from the hug to look up at her big brother with the best puppy dog eyes she can muster up at 16. "Will you buy us drinks to take to leavers?”

"Fuck off, buy your own." You don't unwrap your arms from around Roy while they bicker, quite enjoying the familiarity of the scene before you. It was almost too long ago to fathom the last time Roy had been home long enough to start a fight with Molly, and though you never thought you'd say it, it was really nice to see.

"Incase you lost some brain cells this season, you have to be 18 to buy alcohol, fuckhead." Roy just stared blankly at Molly, and ran his fingers up and down the length of your arm as you stayed curled in his side, thinking about how similar Roy and Molly really are when it comes down to it. "So, I need you to buy it for us."

"Ask mum to buy it for you."

Molly immediately scoffs, throwing her hands in the air and muttering under her breath that she was genuinely concerned that Roy had lost some brain cells from all the headers he'd done this season. "Don't you think I tried that, dumbass? Mum said no to both of us."

Roy's gaze turned to meet yours, surprised to find you already looking at him. "Please Royo, everyone else will be drinking at leavers." Roy could never say no to you, and he was convinced both you and Molly knew that and had concocted this scheme to get him to buy it for you. He didn't mind saying yes, at least not this time, at least not when it was you asking.

Molly ran back into the house with an excited cry, promising to return with all the money she'd owe Roy for the drinks plus some as a charitable donation for his kindness.

For the first time in almost a year, you and Roy where completely alone together. He spared a moment to look at you, really look at you; notice how your hair had gotten longer and that your sense of style had completely changed, that the early summer sun was already tanning your skin and that you still had your arms around him. Roy only tightened his grip on you, dragging you into and around the house with him until you made it to the living room.

His mum had repainted since he'd last been down to visit from Sunderland and there were new photos on the wall behind the settee; mainly of you and Molly on your last day of school and one of Roy at his last match playing for Sunderland.

"You look like a proper footballer now, Royo." Despite every other seat in the living room being free, you took purchase on the arm of the chair right beside Roy and pray no one thinks it's a sign of the bubbling feelings you have for him. You may only be 16 but you're sure you've been in love with Roy for the better part of your life. It's one thing for everyone to tease you about you and Roy having little crushes on each other as kids, it's a whole other thing for people to tease you for having a crush on him when you actually did.

Roy scoffed, taking a long swig from the beer he'd grabbed from the kitchen when he first got to the house, swallowing down his smile. "But not enough for you to stop calling me 'Royo,' apparently."

"You could be the most famous footballer on the planet and I'd still call you Royo." You reached up for his hair and ruffled it, laughing at the way he pulled away from your touch and went to flatten his hair back out almost immediately. "But I mean it, you look like the kind of footballer kids have posters of up on their walls, that they want to be when they grow up."

And you're entirely right. Somewhere up in Manchester, a 6 year old Jamie Tartt is pinning a poster of your Roy up on his wall and promising himself, and his dad, that all of his time and money spent on football practice will one day pay off  - that he's going to be one of the greats, just like Roy Kent.

"You'll always be my Royo, Roy. Even when you're super famous and don't remember me anymore." Your hand had somehow found it's way back into Roy's hair and he couldn't bring himself to move away from your touch. Since his sudden rise to fame, in which it seemed like he'd become an overnight sensation, he couldn't remember when he was last touched so gently. Touching only to touch, not because they wanted something from him or his name.

Roy couldn't keep in the smile that pulled at his lips. It faltered slightly at the fact he couldn't remember the last time he'd smiled, let alone genuinely, but it quickly returned and warmed his face when he meet your eyes. "And how could I ever forget the likes of you, yeah?"

Somewhere between shared words and glances, his hand had found yours and the two of you couldn't tear your eyes away from the other. "Dinners ready, guys." Molly was well known for her perfect timing, and despite some initial upset at the moment being taken from you, you knew it was for the better. Roy was Molly's brother, your best friends brother, who had 5 years on you yet.  Though you knew it was unlikely anything would ever happen between the two of you, moments like this made you think there was a small possibility something one day would. The thought wasn't one worth seriously entertaining. "Did I... interrupt something?"

"What? No way." You and Molly ran from the room hand in hand, giggles bubbling past your lips and exchanged, in hushed whispers, the conversation that Molly had just walked in on.

It was like Roy had never left as he followed the two of you into the dining room. He took his seat across the table from you like he always did and knocked his foot against yours every time he wanted your attention. Dinner was good and before he knew it you were half on top of him on the sofa, sneaking bites from his plate of dessert as everyone else partook in the worlds most heated game of Pictionary.

He gave a sharp nudge to your ribs when you stole the last bite but quickly soothed it over with the gentle drumming of his fingers against your skin. The pair of you talked in hushed tones for the rest of the evening about his transfer to Chelsea and everything he was looking forward to now that he was back in London, as well as all your plans for your super long summer before you started college in September.

It was only when Roy's mum turned to ask if you were going home or staying over that anyone had noticed the two of you cuddled up in the armchair in the corner of the room, both fast asleep. She didn't dare wake you, thankful to see her son at peace for the first time in what felt like years, instead placing a blanket over the two of you and ushering Molly up to bed despite her insistence that you come with her.

One day, she thought, the two of you would finally see yourselves in other people, realise that if love looks like that then the two of you must be in it, and with any luck she'd still be alive to see it. She knew Roy was stubborn enough to keep that from happening. Maybe he would't be this time; at least, not when it came to you.

~*~

When the rumours of Roy's relationship with Britanny Brett are confirmed by a quote she gives in an interview, he finds himself typing out an apology to you. He stares at his phone for 3 hours and the most he can type out is 'I didn't want you to find out like this, I'm sorry,' but he still doesn't send it. Roy's not entirely sure what he's apologising for.

It's the night before his 27th birthday and he's debating whether or not he should show up to the birthday dinner his mum has planned for him tomorrow. You'll be there. He knows it. But only because he knows that Molly dragged you back from uni with her just for the occasion. And for some reason that he can't quite place, or just doesn't want to yet, he feels bad about having to see your face and hear you talk about his girlfriend.

Although Brittany Brett is smoking hot, and they have really great sex, he's not sure he wants to take her home to meet his family. To meet you. Sure, she's a great footballers girlfriend, but he's a little worried about what the people who know him as just Roy will think of her.

When she appears on the other side of his door the morning of his 27th birthday, the first thing he says to her is 'you can't come to my birthday party' and he feels like he's 8 years old again and making mortal enemies in the playground at school. She doesn't acknowledge his comment, instead inviting herself in and making herself at home in Roy's living room, and he's never been more thankful for her 'too good for everyone' demeanour.

He drops her off at her house on the way over to his mums house later that evening. Roy decides he hates the way her perfume lingers in his car and has buried itself under his skin. He wants nothing more then for it to get away from him but there's still 20 minutes left of the drive and he knows the second you hear the car pull up you'll come running out the door and he won't have anytime to get the smell off of him.

When he pulls up on the doorstep of his childhood home 20 minutes later, only Molly comes running from the house to greet him. For a minute he thinks you haven't shown up to celebrate his birthday with him and he feels his heart break in two. He tells himself he doesn't know why. However, when he walks into the house and heads straight to the kitchen in search of a beer to calm his nerves, and help him forget about you, he finds you there, helping his mum with making his favourite dinner and a wide smile on your face.

You notice him lingering, shocked, in the doorway and pull him into your arms. There's less strength to your hold then he's used to but he feels grateful that you even want him in your arms after everything he's done. Now Roy really isn't sure why he's talking like that; like you've been hard done by from his relationship with Brittany Brett. To a degree he feels like he's cheated on you, but he can't have done because the two of you were never together. However, he doesn't let the thought linger, instead pulling you tighter against him and pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. Of course you'd be here, of course you would, but he finds himself holding onto you for a little longer then he probably should just to make sure you're really here and really staying.

Dinner is nice. It's a piece of simplicity he's missed every night since he was 9 years old and heading away to Sunderland for the first time. It's not often nowadays that he gets to eat dinner at a dining table surrounded by people he loves and who love him, so he relishes in every moment of it. He lets his hand brush against yours when he asks for the salt and he nudges your foot with his every-time he wants your attention. Being in this room, in this seat, with you, is like being 8 years old again and everything bad is yet to happen to him. Roy realises he likes the feeling of it more then he ever remembers.

No one brings up Brittany Brett, the way Roy smelt like her when you hugged him, the apology he never sent, or the way you cried in Molly and Ms Kent's arms when you found out he had a girlfriend. Dinner is peaceful and you and Roy share a slice of birthday cake on his Grandad's armchair, then fall asleep together there like he doesn't have a girlfriend and you don't have a broken heart.

His mum feels like she's got two children in her house and she wishes it would stay like this forever, as long as that meant Roy couldn't hurt your heart more then he already had. But Roy is stubborn, and she knows that. When she comes downstairs in the morning it's just you on the armchair with Roy's jacket over your shoulders like a blanket. You're hugging the material tightly against you as if it could ever replace Roy's presence, and even though you're still asleep, both of you know it won't.

When Roy sneaks out at 4am, the first thing he does is drive to Brittany Brett's house and breaks up with her. After all, there's no point being with someone when you know for a fact that you're in love with someone else.

~*~

Molly's dating this guy who doesn't let her speak to you, or Roy, or her own mum and you're scared for her life. In the two times you've managed to get a hold of her, you begged and pleaded with her to leave him. She's only 25 and so are you, you could run away together and start it all over and no one would know any different. Both times she said she wanted to be with him, that she loved him. All you want is your best friend back and for her to be safe, and rather selfishly, because you need her more then you've ever needed anyone.

Despite trying all day, you can't reach her, or her boyfriend, and you don't know who else to call. Ms Kent was the only real parental figure you'd had growing up, but it was pushing midnight and you didn't want to wake her up for the sake of your own comfort. Roy's number is below hers on your favourite contacts and you don't hesitate to ring it. You know he's got a match this weekend and practice tomorrow but you need someone and you have no one else to keep you from your own mind.

Roy's in some club in north London when his phone rings and his screen illuminates with your name and a picture of the two of you from last Christmas. It's one of the newcomers 21st birthday and he remembers being 21 and moving to Chelsea, moving back home, like it was yesterday. He's got 10 years on the kid who's just starting his career while he's going on aging out of it. It's almost enough to make him feel old.

He's quick to answer the phone, practically running out of the club to make sure he can hear you and he's already walking back to his car when he hears the suppressed sniffle to your voice. Roy can't see 100% past 9pm anymore so he doesn't drink when he goes out with the team, he knows it'll only make it worse, and for the first time ever, it's actually come in use.

It takes him 37 minutes exactly to drive from the club to your childhood home that's pressed brick by brick against his, and that's only because he made a pit stop to his own house on the way over. Every time he comes back here lately, it feels like some cruel trick of fate, that he can't have you but can have his entire life shaped by you.

He's banging his fist loudly against the door before he can take into consideration that your neighbours, one of which is his own mother, are likely asleep and wouldn't take too kindly to being woken up at this hour. When you open the door to a friendly face, you all but collapse into Roy's arms, already sobbing and heaving and trying to get the words out but not being able to do so. He scoops you up into his arms, years of intense football training allowing him to do it without second though, and carries you to your bedroom.

He placed you against the pillows and then kicks off his shoes, he definitely scuffed them up in the process but Roy couldn't seem to find the time to mind. Before you've managed to get a single word out Roy's stripped off the bulk of his suit, leaving him in just a shirt, boxers and socks. The image is kind of funny and if you weren't so devastated, you were sure you'd be laughing.

"What's wrong?" When Roy's hands gently wrap around your wrists to try and pull them away from your face and get a glance at you, you just start crying harder. "C'mon sweetheart, talk to me."

When he's met with more silence he pulls out his surprise weapon, a raggedy, old teddy bear, with matted fur that smells surprisingly like Roy. "Would it be easier to talk to Dave?" Finally your hands move away from your face to get a look at the teddy bear, not believing it's right in front of you when you know you haven't seen it since you were five yours old. It took a couple of minutes, lots of sniffling, and really willing yourself to say it, but eventually you did. Roy's arms around your and the soft touch of Dave's fur against your skin settling your nerves.

"My dad died this morning." Roy didn't hesitate to pull you into his lap, settling himself against your pillows as he brought you closer to him. "And I have no one to tell. Molly's boyfriend won't let her speak to me anymore, and I didn't want to burden your mum with it, and I just... I didn't know who to call or talk to and I know you were probably busy-"

"Hey, hey, don't. You did the right thing calling me. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else, yeah?" Both of Roy's hands are cradling your face, forcing you to look at him and really listen to what he wants to say. "I'm here, okay? I'm here. And I'm not going anywhere."

You shuffle in his lap, turning enough that you can bury your head in the crook of his neck and wrap your arms around his shoulders. Roy's warm and surprisingly comfy, but you reckon that's more so because the skin of his thighs are pressing into the skin of yours and you're sure it's the closest you've ever been to him. You try not to think about how you wouldn't mind being this close to him more often.

The rest of the night is spent with you in Roy's arms, his hand running up and down your back, his other hand cradling your face and wiping away each tear that spills over. He lets you ramble and ramble about everything on your mind with no regard for the fact he's got practice at 8am tomorrow. Even when you fall asleep in his arms, tears staining his brand new shirt, practice is the furthest thing from his mind, so much so that he doesn't even remember sending  Di Matteo the text saying he wasn't well and wouldn't be able to make practice in the morning.

Roy wakes up a long time before you, and he finds he has to practically drag himself away from you and the bed. When his eyes blink open he sees the sight he's spent the better part of his life waiting to see: you're in his arms, fast asleep, looking entirely peaceful and for a minute he can pretend that this is his life. While the haze of sleep has yet to fade, he can act like he wakes up to you every morning, that you love him like he loves you, and that, if he wanted to, he could press kisses all over your face until you woke up and flashed him that bright beautiful smile of yours.

If he wanted to, he could press kisses all over your face until you woke up and you would greet him with a soft smile, pressing a kiss to his face in return and not caring if it landed against his lips, cheek, or jaw, because you know you'll be able to kiss the other places whenever you like.

Roy pulls himself out of bed and drags his feet all the way to your kitchen where he cooks the two of you breakfast. Nothing about it is rushed - he knows that he has nowhere to be but here, with you. He knows you've woken up when he can hear the gentle padding of your feet against your bedroom floor. Roy hears you walk down the hall, down the stairs, and into the kitchen, where you then cross the room to him, and wrap your arms around his waist. Dave is clutched in on of your hands and your head is pressed against the dimples of his shoulder blades, your other hand fiddling with the hem of the front of his T-shirt, so casually that any passer by would think this was routine. And even though it isn't, Roy takes the risk of placing his hand atop your own and lacing his fingers through yours. When he can feel you smile into his back, he thinks maybe he should've kissed you in the bedroom, that maybe you'd have liked it just as much as he would've.

~*~

It's another year after your dad died before Molly finds out. She doesn't show up to Christmas, or Easter, but she comes by one late spring afternoon when Ms Kent had invited you and Roy over for picky bits in the garden, with a bin bag full of her belongings and a black eye. If your hand wasn't holding Roy's so tightly you were sure he would've been right out of the door, driving off to find the prick and give him an even worse beating then he'd given his sister.

You pull Roy with you when you cross the garden to engulf Molly in a hug, both of you breaking down at the contact and apologies tumbling from both of your lips. Molly apologises for not being there when your dad died, and not attending the funeral, you force her to take back her apology while also shoving your own down her throat, apologising for not finding her, for not being there. The two of you only cry harder when Roy pulls the two of you, still hugging, into his embrace. It's warm and his hands are big and it makes you feel like you're a child again, and you suppose that in some ways you still are.

It takes almost half an hour for the two of you to calm down enough for any coherent words to get out, and the first ones that do is that Molly's pregnant and she needs somewhere to stay. Immediately you ask her to move in with you. It's perfect really, you're next door to her mum and you've got a room for her and for the baby (when it comes) now that your dads passed. Roy likes the idea even more; something about his three, soon to be four, favourite people being in one place taking his fancy.

The eight months between Molly showing back up and beautiful baby Phoebe being born seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. The soft, warm, yellow paint of phoebes nursery smears your memories of those months; everything about it is caked in the glow of the summer you have when you're 5 years old and have no care in the world.

You and Molly are best friends again and it's like you never missed two years of each others lives; everything just falls right back into place. The two of you do everything together and you wouldn't have it any other way, even when everything includes being in the room with her and Ms Kent when she's giving birth.

Roy, unluckily, is the only one not invited into the room, and he spends almost 6 hours pacing back and forth and back and forth and back and forth in the waiting room, waiting for some kind of an update on his sister and his niece. It's you that comes to give it to him. You're in blue scrubs that you pull off further with every step you take into the waiting room, running right into Roy's arms with the widest smile he's ever seen cross your face.

"She's beautiful, Roy. She's so beautiful." He just nods his head and allows you to take his hand and pull him in the direction of the room Molly and his mum are in. "I love her so much already and she's only been here for 5 minutes."

Roy understood what you meant as soon as he walked into the room. Molly was absolutely glowing, and cradling this tiny, tiny baby in her arms like she was terrified any movement at all might hurt her - she didn't even look like she was breathing less it hurt the baby.

"Do you want to hold her?" You whispered, nudging his foot with yours to gain his attention. "You won't break her, promise." You didn't give Roy the opportunity to answer, instead eagerly taking the baby off of Molly and walking over to Roy. His mum all but pushed him into one of the chairs they had in the room and lectured him on how to hold the baby correctly. Slowly, you lowered her into his arms, making sure he had a comfortable and safe grip on her before you removed your arms from the little Phoebe completely. "Isn't she amazing?"

Roy can already picture it and it's breaking his heart. You, and him, and a little baby wrapped in a blanket with eyes that don't yet know how to open. But, in the daydream he doesn't tell anyone about, you're holding the baby and his arms are around you, whispering how much he loves you into your ear and promising to do everything for that baby. Your baby. He doesn't yet know if a day like that is ever going to come; he'd have to get over himself first, and he doesn't see that happening anytime soon. For you, however, he just might try.

"Yeah, yeah she is."

Molly and little baby Phoebe have to stay in the hospital overnight, but can be discharged in the morning, and Molly doesn't let any of you stay with her. In fact, she demands the three of you head home and come back tomorrow, well rested to drive her and newborn Phoebe home.

The three of you pick up some chinese takeout on your way home and eat it around Ms Kent's dinner table. Molly's absence is so heavily felt that part of you feels thrust back in time to a year ago, when you didn't have any contact with her and didn't know if she was even alive, let alone okay. It shakes you to your core and you leave your dinner half eaten as you excuse yourself to the bathroom just to breathe. When you return to the table, you find that dinner has been cleared away, but Ms Kent is holding out a spoon for you, pointing you in the direction of the living room.

Roy's sat in his grandads armchair with the biggest bowl of ice cream you've ever seen and he opens up his arms to you when he feels you staring at him from the doorway. You didn't hesitate to sit with him, squished up in the seat that fit the both of you slightly better when you were kids, with Roy's arm around your shoulders. When you didn't take a large helping of ice cream for yourself, he nudged the bowl in your direction.

"When Molly came home, I'd get in bed with her each night." You whispered, only loud enough that Roy would be able to hear you. It felt embarrassing, to try and explain why you felt Molly's absence for one night so vastly, but you knew that if anyone would get it, it would be Roy. "For the first month or so, she'd ask me to stay with her, so she knew she wasn't alone and she was safe. So I did. And then one night she was like 'I don't need you in bed with me anymore, I think I'm okay now,' and I didn't know what to do." You stuck your spoon inside the ice-cream, stirring it around the bowl but never bringing the build up of vanilla on the spoon to your lips. "I got in bed that night and I couldn't sleep at all, so I went and knocked on her door and she was still awake. Told me she couldn't sleep either, and I got right back into bed with her." Tears pricked at your eyes and your spoon fell against the bowl. "I don't know what to do without Molly, Royo, I don't want to have to do without her again."

Roy quickly moved the half eaten bowl of ice cream to the coffee table, pulling you into him and cradling your head against his shoulder. "Molly's not going anywhere, babe, she'll be home in the morning. Everything's going to be okay."

Neither of you brought up how he called you babe, and his mum didn't bring up how you fell asleep cuddled up in the armchair like you did when you were kids. But when Roy brought Phoebe and Molly home the following morning, and Molly and Ms Kent had taken Phoebe upstairs to get her settled into her new home, he pulled you in for a hug.

"Told you so." He whispered in your ear, pressing a featherlight kiss to your temple. Then Roy grabbed your hand, interlocking your fingers with his and pulling you up the stairs to join Phoebe in her new room. Dave was in his other hand and he continued to stand by you as you placed it in the crib with her, knowing that she needed Dave more then you or Roy did now.

All of you couldn't wait to watch this little girl grow up surrounded by people who loved her so, so much.

~*~

Roy gets transferred to Richmond just before Phoebe's 4th birthday and you tease him that he has a penchant for getting the best kinds of birthday present. He asks why you remember so clearly that his transfer to Chelsea 15 years ago was just before your 16th birthday, and you answer honestly that it was the only thing you'd wanted for your birthday that year - for Roy to be closer to home. You immediately get to tease him again as a blush coats his cheeks.

On his first day at Richmond, he gets you, Molly and Phoebe seats in the family box, says that they'll always be there if you ever want to come and watch him play, and you reply that you always watch him play.

"I've been playing professionally for half my life. Sunderland, Chelsea, and now Richmond. I've never seen you even glimpse at a football match."

You scoff immediately and Roy's slightly taken aback, you almost look angry at what he's saying and he doesn't know why because he's right. Not that it matters to him, but you just don't like football that much; he doesn't blame you or anything, each to their own, but he wishes you'd like it for him. "I've seen every game you've ever played."

"Yeah, right."

"Yeah, right." You turned to Roy, putting down the bag filled with Phoebe's first ever school uniform inside now that you'd made it back home. "I'm serious. I've watched every match you've ever played in. All of your games with Sunderland and Chelsea, and I'll watch all your games now that you're at Richmond." You turn to Roy with a tense crease in your brow and he's wishing he never brought it up. "You're important to me Roy, of course I'd watch every time you play."

"What's sundayland, babe?" Phoebe had ran into the living room when she'd heard the door go, excited that you and Roy returned home. Molly and you had called each other babe since you were teenagers, and Phoebe had taken to calling you babe over your actual name. It didn't help that Roy had let it slip a few time too, only reassuring her that she was calling you by the correct thing.

"It's nothing, pheeb's." You scooped the little blonde into your arms, resting her against your jutted out hip and beginning to wander through the house. "Where your mum? You need to try on your uniform."

"Can I give you a fashion show?" She asked, leaning her head against your shoulder in a way that had Roy thinking about the two of you with a kid again. He'd have to ask you out first, and with each year that passed, the possibility of him actually doing that seemed to get slimmer and slimmer.

"Of course you can, Pheeb's. Go get dressed. Me and your uncle Roy will wait in the living room."

You stuck to your word, watching every single match that Roy played in. Sometimes at Nelson road, sometimes with Molly and Phoebe, sometimes in Ms Kent's living room - but you always watched him play.

The first time Molly let you take Phoebe to Nelson road was as your birthday present the same year Phoebe turned 6. You'd been pleading all year for Molly to let you bring Phoebe along to a home game, and she finally caved - on the condition you kept her ear defenders on all night and left if it got too much for her. Phoebe loved every minute of the match, screamed her little heart out just for the sake of joining in, even if she didn't know what people were saying; You were certain her cry of 'uncle Roy' every time she saw him with the ball was the loudest in the stadium.

When the match was over, a man with glasses found you in the stands, introduced himself as 'Higgins,' handed you two family lanyards with Kent plastered all over them, and asked you to follow him. You're barely in the changing rooms when Phoebe lets go of your hand, crying Roy's name and interrupting a speak from that new, American coach that Roy had complained about.

"Phoebe!" The blonde didn't wait up for you, running right at Roy and knowing he'd catch her when she flung herself the remaining foot into his arms. "What did I tell you?"

"I didn't know grandad fancied himself a cradle robber." You'd heard enough complaints to know the dig at Roy was from Jamie Tartt, the season loan from Manchester City. "Surely, someone like you isn't married to someone like Roy."

The twinge of disgust that slipped from the mans mouth when he said Roy's name had your blood boiling. "Why? Would you rather me with the likes of you instead?"

Jamie stood in dumbfounded silence as you turned back to Roy, your face entirely brightening, and his presence being totally ignored for the rest of your stay in the lock room. He wasn't used to that. He was trying to compliment you, say you were way out of Roy's league - maybe even ask for your number - but you didn't even spare him a second glance. In fact, now that your eyes were back on him, he wasn't entirely sure you were ever going to look away from Roy again. It made sense when he thought about it in bed later that night, even though he teased the fuck out of Roy and sometimes plainly treated him like shit, Roy Kent was one of the greats. Even Jamie Tartt knew that, and had known it since he was 6 years old - of course he'd managed to score someone like you.

Murmurs of Roy Kent having a secret spouse and daughter had filled Nelson Road before you'd even left the building.

It wasn't that Roy didn't want to talk about you. If he had the opportunity, he'd scream about you from rooftops, but being a footballer was a very public affair and he loved his privacy. Almost as much as he loved you.

The dog track didn't think they'd ever see your face again, not when Roy had growled at them after he'd guided you and Phoebe out of the changing room. Unfortunately for them, they would, under the worst possible circumstances.

You'd been on the edge of your seat the whole match. Roy's been benched for the first time in what you're sure is his entire career and doesn't come on until the 60th minute and when he does, you swear he's on fire. He's playing better then he'd ever played before, running faster then he's ever ran in the past few years, and he's slide tackling Jamie Tartt and getting the ball away from the goal. People are screaming his name and so are you.

And then he's not getting up.

And then he's still not getting up.

And then he's still not getting up, the cheers have died down, and everyone's waiting with baited breath while it's determined if they've just seen the end of Roy Kent's 30 year long career with their own eyes.

And then Roy gets up, and for a fleeting moment you think that maybe everything's okay, that Roy's okay, and he's going to carry on playing.

And then he's walking from the pitch, limping, and your sprinting from your seat in the family box and running up to the owners box. You don't have to say a word because Rebecca calls a member of security over to you, and asks with a kind smile for him to guide you down to the changing rooms.

You linger outside the door for about 5 seconds before you push it open. If you were anyone else, you'd were certain he would've yelled at you to get out, even though he didn't mean it, just for the sake of his image. But you weren't anyone else, you were you.

"I'm fine." You hadn't even made it fully into the room and Roy was already trying to make his pain seem less bad then it was. "I'm fine. Go watch the rest of the match. You might have to drive us back to yours though."

"Roy." He doesn't say anything as you cross the room and sit beside him on the bench. You slowly wrap your arm around his shoulders and tangle your fingers into his hair, pulling his head down to rest against your shoulder. "Don't. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else, yeah? You're important to me, let me be here for you."

Roy kisses you and you instantly realise you'd have waited 33 more years for it, if that meant it would happen.

His lips are chapped, and his beard is slightly scratchy, and he's already breathless before he even leans into it but you don't mind. You find that his lips slant against yours perfectly and he slides you closer against him on the bench, using the hand he'd placed on your hip to give it a squeeze, eliciting an gasp from you. He takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth but he pulls away before it can escalate.

You hope to anything listening that he wants to kiss you again, because you're sure he's ruined the touch of everyone else's lips against your skin for you.

"I've been in love with you since I was 5 years old." Roy pressed his lips back to yours in a quick succession of kisses and you're sure that thats a good sign.

"Since you were 5 years old?" He asks, nudging his nose against yours, pressing his lips firmly to yours when they brush slightly as he speaks. "Fuck, did we waste a lot of time."

~*~

Roy's been the manager of Richmond for the last 4 months and you're thankful that there's no football on over Christmas. You get Roy practically all to yourself for three weeks and it's the best feeling ever.

Phoebes still in school until the 22nd, and you live together at Roy's house, so there's no chance Molly will walk in on the two of you or his mum will hear you through the walls - meaning 90% of his first week off work is spent having sex on every surface in the house, in every position imaginable.

The second week off is the main bulk of Christmas. You pick Phoebe up from school on the 22nd and she has a sleep over at your house. The 23rd is spent curled up on your couch, with Phoebe sandwiched between the two of you, watching Christmas movies all day and stuffing your faces with popcorn and hot chocolate. Phoebe spends the night again, and then the three of you drive down to Ms Kent's house at lunchtime on the 24th. Molly comes home from work around 6pm and the 5 of spend the rest of the evening in the living room, watching 'love actually' and 'the polar express,' until it's time for bed. Even though you and Roy have been together for nearly 3 years now, you sleep in Molly's bed with her and Phoebe, reminiscing on the christmas's of your childhood and giggling over them until you fall asleep.

When christmas morning finally comes, you and Molly are the last awake, Phoebe jumping all over the two of you and demanding you get downstairs as soon as possible to see what Father Christmas has left for her. You let Phoebe drag you down stairs even though you're barely awake and you crawl into Roy's lap, in his grandads armchair, at the first opportunity. He's already got a coffee made for you, just the way you like it, and a warm hand that he slips up the back of your tshirt to scratch gently against your skin as you watch Phoebe begin to open her mountain of presents.

"How many of these are from you?" You whisper, feeling Roy smile against your temple as you sip on your coffee, slowly waking up in his arms.

"Enough. They're not all for Pheeb's anyway." Roy picks you up enough to adjust your position in his lap, making it more comfortable for the both of you to sit and talk and watch presents getting opened. "Some for my mum, some for Molly, some for you."

"You're too kind to me, baby." You lean up enough to press a kiss to Roy's lips, ignoring the loud screech Phoebe lets out at the display of affection. "I got some stuff for you under there too, handsome."

"I don't see you under that tree, Father Christmas clearly mustn't have got my list." Even though you're not looking directly at Roy you can feel the smirk that is pulling at his lips.

Before you could comment on what that could possibly mean Phoebe was calling your name, sticking her hand out with a tiny, paper-wrapped box in her palm. "This one's for you, it says it's from uncle Roy!"

"For me, huh? Lets have a look then, shall we Pheeb's?" Phoebe abandoned her half opened pile of gifts to stand beside you, leaning over the arm of the arm chair and over your shoulder to get a prime look at the gift as you opened it. "Thank you, baby."

Roy pinched your hip teasingly, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he intently watched you carefully unfold the wrapping paper. "Open it first, you might not like it. I kept the receipt so... just say the word and we'll get it changed."

"It's from you, Royo, I'm sure I'll love it." You punctuated your words with a kiss to his lips, not realising just how much your words would ring true until you'd fully unwrapped the box; finding a navy blue, velvet ring box and tears in Ms Kent's eyes. "Roy..."

"I spent 36 years of my life not knowing you felt the same way about me as I felt about you." Roy took the box gently from your hold and opened it, taking the dainty and elegant ring from it and holding it between the two of you. "And I don't plan to waste another moment of my life without you by my side."

"Yes."

"Oi, you're supposed to let me fucking ask you first." A laugh bubbled past your lips despite the tears building in your eyes. "Will you make me the happiest man alive, and marry me?"

"Yes." Your hands found Roy's face before his could place the ring on your finger, pulling him into a hot and forceful kiss, tilting his head back with how much you leaned into it, into him. "Yes. Yes. Yes, please."

"You owe me £1, Uncle Roy."

Tears are shed and the rest of the gifts are opened. Christmas dinner goes by without a hitch, and before you know it the days nearly over and you find yourself in Roy's lap, in his grandads armchair, with one bowl of dessert between the two of you, like so many times before. Ms Kent is sat across from the two of you with her own bowl of dessert and she looks like she wants to say something about it. She doesn't, but only because she knows, and she knows that you and Roy know. This day was a long time coming and she's over the moon that it's come in her lifetime.

Roy's love for you was stronger then any will he had to remain stubborn, and after a life time of waiting, he'd finally found his way to you, and she was sure he would find his way to you in every lifetime; even if it took 100 years or breaking a curse. Like she'd told you on that cool September morning, the prince always comes back, and they always live happily ever after. And she was sure the two of you were going to as well.

an : if you made this this far I love you!!! I hope you enjoyed another super long Roy fic, feel free to leave some feedback or what your favourite part of the story was, or even a request from my summer sleepover prompts!! Mwah <333

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𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖.

Pairing: Toxic!Fem x Situationship Matt Sturniolo

Summary: Matt finds himself repeating the vicious cycle of letting the girl he loved the most come back into his life and ruin him, but what happens when he realizes he can't stop.

Warnings: Toxic situationship!! ANGSTTT, suggestive content, language, implied sex, MDNI, reader breaking matts heart 😭

English is not my first language!! So please be nice 💕

Matt didn't know how he kept getting here. He didnt know why he kept letting this terrible cycle continue. He truly hated himself, hated himself for letting her come back into his life. Giving him a sliver of hope that she would finally let him love her. Until she ruined him and left him to put himself back together.

To be honest, he did know how he got here, how she got here. How she got in his house, in his room, and in his bed. It was really a shame, a shame that all that pure bliss that had happend moments prior had to be ruined so soon after. It pained him to see her get out of the bed and begin to get dressed like they werent just fucking ten minutes ago.

"Where are you going?" Matt sat up as his eyebrows furrowed. "Home," she replied dryly. "I got shit to do" she explained as she finished getting dressed now moving to fix her hair in his mirror. The hair that he messed up, during one of the best moments in his life.

Matt would be lying if he said half of the best moments in his life werent the ones spent with her. Even if that moment was just a mili-second, it was still pure ecstacy just cause it was with her.

"You cant stay, even just for a little while?" he asked, almost pleaded while getting out of his bed. His question was met with pure silence, the only thing heard was his footsteps towards her. He stood behind and wrapped his arms around her as she didnt even look him in the eye.

"Hey....look at me" he whispered in her ear, reluctantly she did. Its funny really, how just a moment ago she looked at him with eyes full of lust and desire. And now when she looked at him, there was...nothing.

"Stay, just for a little," he paused looking at her face searching for emotion "for me." he pleaded with her. "I cant matt." she sighed rubbing her temples. "Why?" He he whispered while having a pained look on his face. "You know why i cant matt." She hissed.

"No i dont, i dont know why you cant." he said letting go of her waist stepping back, and crossing his arms. "Im not doing this with you right now" she scoffed moving to get her phone. "Yes, yes you are." he moved to grab her wrist. "Let fucking go of me" she shouted shoving him, making him stumble back slightly. He was stunned to say the least, how could she do this to him?

He loved her, more than he'd like to admit. So for her to tell him to get off her. It felt like a knife to his fucking chest. "Please," he begged as he watched her grab he bag and move towards the door "dont be like this."

Thank god chris and nick werent here to hear this. To hear him sounding like a shot down puppy dog. "What about us" he yelled following behind her down the stairs. "What about us," she chuckled dryly "there is no fucking us matt." And thats when something in him just broke, something that could never be fixed.

"If theres no us then what was the point of all this, huh?" he asked grabbing her wrist and turning her around to face him. "You're fucking kidding me matt," she shouted in his face, startling him "there was supposed to be a point in this?" She chuckled sarcastically. "Thank you so fucking much for informing me matt, i didnt know there was a point to us fucking." she hissed at him.

"This isnt just fucking and you know it" matt shook his head as tears filled his waterline. "Yes it is matt, this," she motions between them "is just sex, obviously you dont know that." she said waiting for a response. There was none.

There was absolutely nothing he could say to this. He just stood motionlessly. And to that, she turned around and walked right out that door.

He didn't really know what to say or do. And the worst part of it all was the fact that no matter what she did, he loved her unconditionally and irrevocably. This is when he realized, that no matter what happend or what she said. He would always let her back in.

And the cycle would continue.

SHIT THAT WAS HARD 😭😭😭 This blows dick but we can always improve 💀 i hope yall liked this. @teapartyprincess4two thank you for being my #1 supporter.

#☆𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡☆ #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo angst #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo #sturniolo triplets x reader #sturniolo triplets angst #Spotify

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Imagine you and Rafe hosting a little get-together with your friends after you guys bought your first house together after getting married and having a quickie

Before everyone was coming over and you were setting up in your pretty sundress Rafe couldn't help but stare how couldn't he

He fucking loved you being his wife being his soley shit hes getting hard thinking about it. He cant wait until afterwards to fuck you he needed his wife now

He came up behind you and smacked your ass hard, making you yelp. " RAFE, what was that for" "What I can't spank my wife?" he says with a smile you love

"Rafe people are coming soon" you tell him as he starts fondling your ass and turning you to face him and he starts moving his hands under your dress messing with your underwear making you gasp " Well I guess we need to cum quickly then too" he smirks thinking he's clever "Haha funny" you say while he starts putting his hand in your panties rubbing your clit making your knees buckle

Causing Rafe no choice but to put you on the counter while he takes his cock out already dripping with pre-cum "Please Rafe...please" you whine as your cunt is throbbng for his cock "You gotta tell your husband what you want" he responds while rubbing his dick up and down your clit and through your slit

"Fucck Rafe... please put your cock in please" you're pleading at this point dripping onto the counter without warning he thrusts his cock at a fast speed while rubbing your clit

"Gotta come soon before people start coming and see me fucking my wife" he says with short breaths his thrusts picking up making you moan "Well maybe I wouldn't mind them knowing you belong to me only and forever" he says a second later

His words send you over the moon making you see stars and making you cum so hard your gripping onto Rafe while he comes too inside you

"Fuck honey" he says breathless "We gotta clean the counter" you both laugh as you say "All you hubby"

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Horror House Reacts... to Zoo Animals!

.I've been watching Robert Irwin and Dave Salmoni take wild animals onto the Jimmy Shows and scare the Jimmy's and various other guest stars sOooooo... I had to make this XD

Plot: We are gonna hand each horror Villains a dangerous animal and see how they handle it. Warnings: Swearing. No actual mention of meerkats despite the gif.

Audrey II: A European Brown Hare.

Audrey II, staring at this hare stood up on its hind legs giving them the Eye: ... that is one ugly bunny rabbit. Y/N: AUDREY TWO!!- Audrey II: wh- AM I WRONG?-

Audrey II has no fear, they're a plant from outer space. He also doesn't particularly care for animals though, since its pretty globally accepted that animals are allowed to eat plants when they're peckish... and understandably, they are not having that. Not in this green house XD Nu uh, no siree, nope nope nope, the hare is gonna get eaten first if he even looks at Audrey II wrong.

Billy Loomis: An Emperor Scorpion.

Y/N: Close your eyes and put out your hands. Billy: ... *sigh* *does as he's told as to not be called a coward* Y/N: *Places the scorpion in Billy's cupped hands* Open them! ^^ This is Phil, he's very chill. Please don't drop him. Billy: ... heheh, can I keep this?? Y/N: ?? What??? No, you cant keep Phil- Billy: I wanna leave him in Stu's bed. Y/N: DEFINITELY not-

Billy, is... *sigh*, a teenage boy.

Bubba Sawyer: A Red Kangaroo.

Bubba: *Very cautious, looking at this jacked foreign creature. He's never seen anything like this, he lives in buttfuck nowhere Texas with no tv.* Y/N: Here, Bubba. *hands Bubba a bouquet of gum leaves* Offer her these. Bubba: *Unsure, but approaches the weird pocketed creature and offers out the branches... Quickly calms down when the kangaroo starts simply munching on the leaves* Y/N: See? ^^ Bubba: *Already petting the kangaroo. Wants to take her home and keep her safe and pet her and give her leaves forever.*

Bubba does not love casually 😅😅😅 Once he's warmed up to someone, that person is his family and he wants to keep them safe. My suggestion?? Sneak the kangaroo back to the zoo in the dead of night while Bubba's asleep. (or call Drayton. He certainly don't want no goddamn kangaroo in his house)

Carrie White: A Boa Constrictor.

Carrie: Um, is this safe?? *Eyeing the snake's head closely as you place her gently over her shoulders* ... Y/N: Oh yeah, don't worry, this one's a sweetheart ^^ Carrie: Okay... *snake raises her head and looks around very peacefully, just surveying the room* Oh, she's sweet!... Y/N: She seems very comfortable with you! Carrie: ! Really??

Carrie was apprehensive at first, but when she realises that the boa is not feeling threatened (or hungry), she relaxes and spends quite a while with the snake in her arms! ^^ She's disappointed when she has to say goodbye ):

Chucky Lee Ray: An Eastern Canadian Moose.

Chucky: *staring up at this giant fucking creature, clearly ready to run at any second if the thing makes an unpleasant move* ... You have gotta be fucken kidding me. Y/N: Nope. This is Jessica-Mae! She's from Canada, and she's really nice. I think she'll let you sit on her back, if you wan- Chucky: No I don't wanna sit on Jessica-Mae's back actually Y/N, Jessica-Mae is a fucken monster- Y/N: c h u c k y

Chucky has a... healthy cautiousness when it comes to wild animals XD He does like tarantulas, though.

Freddy Krueger: A West African Lion.

Y/N: Okay so for this one, um, I'm uh... yeah I'm gonna step out. Freddy: ... wait. Wait wait wait. Why are you- *You close the door one side of the room and as soon as the lock clicks into place, the lion prowls in on the other side* Freddy: Oh. Freddy, hands out like 'i mean no harm': ... nice kitty Freddy: ... um. I saw the lion king. It was... a great piece of cinema; your people should be proud. Freddy: ... please don't eat me, you giant son of a bitch.

Freddy was SO EXCITED to meet an animal, but now he's got some concerns about those teeth and his privates.

Jason Voorhees: A Ussuri Grizzly Bear.

Bear: ... *Staring down Jason* Jason: ... *Staring down Bear* Bear and Jason: *Staring each other down* Y/N: ... *Wondering if you should do something* Jason: *Suddenly walks over and gives the bear neck scritches*

... this is a giant toothy puppy to Jason XD Jason loves wildlife, they were his friends growing up in the woods! ^^ And he knows how to keep them calm, so he's very good with them. He hangs out with the bear until its time to go outside, then Jason follows him outside and hangs with him out there ^^

Jennifer Check: A White Rhinoceros.

Jennifer, as soon as Grizelda the rhino steps in: -oh jesus fucking christ. Jennifer: You're fat. Y/N: Oy! Jennifer: What??? She's meant to be, right?? 🙄 G o d... look who's animal-cist. Jennifer: ... can I feed the fat bitch?

The fact that this is an animal does not change a thing about the way Jennifer talks to her XD She is so fascinated, though, and wants to feed Grizelda, pet Grizelda, ask many many questions about Grizelda... she loves her.

Jerry Dandridge: A Perentie Monitor Lizard (Goanna).

Y/N, helping goanna onto Jerry's lap: Now, be careful with Sandy, he can be kinda easily startled and then his claws will cut into your skin, and- Jerry: *Getting along great with the Sandy, Sandy is in the best mood you have ever seen him in; purring.* Y/N: ... Y/N: ... wtf, how?! Sandy's usually so grumpy!- Jerry: Oh I guess we just have a connection~

Jerry and reptiles get along great, they're cold blooded and he... is always cold. He has no blood. He's a vampire XD Try giving him a puppy, though, and watch that puppy leap away from him and growl like a possessed thing (Jerry gets so frowny about it XD).

Michael Myers: A Bengal Tiger.

Michael: *Stock still, actually considering running for the first time in 50 decades* Tiger: ... *yawns* *prowls over to Michael and lays on top of his feet, promptly falling asleep* Y/N: ... um. Well, I think she likes you?? Michael: *Does not move an inch for 3 hours while the tiger naps, staring at it*

Michael, just like cats... is a bitch. They basically adopt him into their family as their big dumb weirdo child (Yes, even the big terrifying ones) and there is not a thing grumpy old Myers can do about it XD

Pamela Voorhees: A Silver Fox.

Pam: *Loves the fox. Sitting in her chair and leaning down to give it treats. Cooing at her.* Y/N: You're so good with her! ^^ Pam: ~Stay away from my son, dear, and I wont have to sick her on you~ Y/N: ... D: What?

Pamela and a sharp toothed creature is a dangerous combination. Stay away from her son.

Patrick Bateman: An African Savanna Elephant.

Patrick: *A too-big smile glued to his face as he strokes the dirty wrinkly elephant* This is... this is fun... Y/N: I knew you'd like her! ^^ Anna is so sweet, and gentle, and quiet, so- Patrick: -You cant tell when I'm fucken lying through my t e e t h!?

Patrick doesn't like any animals, they're wild and filthy and break irreplaceable things he spent hard-earned money on to be unique, but he will force a pleasant face because that is what he does

Pennywise: A Mountain Zebra.

*i was tempted to do a turtle but... seemed too obvious XD Still unsure i made the right call*

Penny: Heheheheh, whats black, white and- Y/N: Don't do it. I swear. Dont do it. Penny: Okay okay okay, I'll be serious. Hey, why do zebras have stripes? Y/N: Oh, well they developed stripes because- Penny: Because they didn't want to be Spotted!

Penny c a n n o t s t o p m a k i n g z e b r a j o k e s. Otherwise, he's pretty good with the zebra. No problems ^^

Stu Macher: A Somali Ostrich.

Stu: Heheh... Y/N, these things don't bite, do they?? Y/N: Oh they totally do. *Hands Stu the leash* Anything with a mouth bites. Stu, levelling his gaze with the giant flightless bird: ... I will bite you back.

Stu is a little chicken, but he's also really curious!! XDD So sure, he'll hang onto the leash and feed the monster bird!! But he will absolutely crouch down and cover his head if the ostrich starts fluttering his wings. And don't you dare leave him XD

Tiffany Valentine: Baby Nile Crocodiles.

Tiff: Chucky!! We have new children now!! Chucky: THE FUCK WE DO- Y/N: N- no... you cant keep them actually... Tiff, ignoring you and Chucky: The kids are gonna love these ^^ Come on, sweethearts, into the sack, single file now- hey, Trudy, no biting your brother-

Tiffany is in love XD And you know how one-track-minded she can be when she's in love XD

#not gonna lie. i got tired around jerry 😅 #the rest are probably not great #but hey! this was fun ^^ #and at least i'm giving y'all s o m e t h i n g 😅😅 #Horror Villains #Horror House!AU #Horror House! AU #Horror House Au #Tiffany Valentine #Chucky #Charles Lee Ray #Stu Macher #Billy Loomis #Pennywise #Patrick Bateman #Pamela Voorhees #Michael Myers #Jerry Dandridge #Jennifer Check #Jason Voorhees #Freddy Krueger #Carrie White #Bubba Sawyer #Reactions

[heez-nutz]

no bcz heeseung when he punishes you for when you guys were at jakes house and he kept looking at you in your little skirt. whenever u bent down, it would be infront of jake or the other members. he grabs you in the bathroom and whispers in your ear

“you think your funny princess? not gonna be funny when i fuck you rough once we get home”

you guys walk out the bathroom and go back downstairs.

“we gonna go now. we have something coming up. bye”

as soon as you guys get back home he carries you over his shoulder to the shared bedroom. he drops you on the bed and your skirt flings up flashing him you wet little panties.

“your so fucking wet baby. lets make it even more wetter”

he roughly yanks off you panties while kissing you harshly. his lips slowly moving down to your neck as he hears you sweet moans coming from your mouth.

“h-heeseung…~”

his fingers softly rubbing your sensitive clit as you moan loudly in his ear.

“fuck. love your voice princess. just for me…”

he says. his fingers lift up to his mouth and he sucks them tightly to make them nice and wet. he lastly spits on them before shoving them in your cunt.

“so tight baby. cant wait to feel you on my cock”

“HEESEUNG!~ f-feels so fucking good”

he wishes he did it at jakes house to let them all know that your his.

#enhypen #heeseung smut #enhypen heeseung #enhypen reactions #enhypen imagines #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut

[sukiipjs]

✮ CARNIVAL

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↳ nick sturniolo x masc reader

↳ words - 1441

↳ summary - you and nick have a fun date at the carnival, enjoying all the food, all the rides, and each others company<3

↳ contains - swearing, use of y/n, pet names (babe), it’s just fluff

↳ song - can’t take my eyes off you by frankie valli

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nick 🙉

| i’m coming to pick you upppp, u ready?

| YESSS I CANT WAIT

me and nick are celebrating valentine’s day, he doesn’t know where we’re going yet buuuut im taking him to the carnival, where we had our first date, also one of his favorite places.

im all ready and i sit in my car, texting nick for a moment before turning the key and backing out of my driveway, driving to his. after a while i finally reach his house and i park, getting out of the car and stepping up to his door.

nick 🙉

| open up, i’m here 🫶

right after that sends i hear the door unlock as it flys open, nick standing right in front of me, a huge smile on his face before he pulls me in for a hug and a kiss, “happy valentine’s day babe” i smile after pulling away from the kiss, “happy valentines” he says back softly before taking my hand and leading me inside, closing the door behind us.

i lean on the wall by the fridge as nick gets us each a pepsi, i crack mine open and take some sips, “well…? where are we going?” the question makes me smile as i shake my head a little, “can’t tell you yet, you’ll see though, soon enough” he rolls his eyes, drinking his pepsi.

we sit and talk for a few minutes before getting up, nick grabbing his things and heading out the door. he walks up to the passenger seat about to open it but i run up and grab the handle, opening it for him, “after you” i bow a little as i joke, he laughs and rolls his eyes again, “whatever y/n” i run back around to my door and get in it, turning the key and pulling out of the driveway once again.

“sooooo? now will you tell me?” i turn my head to him for a quick moment giving him a look then turning back, “it’s a surprise, not yet.” he groans and laughs a little.

as i drive he pulls out his phone, looking at himself in his camera, taking a few pics and some of us. it’s about an hour drive to get there, not that bad though. nick leans against the window of the door, either scrolling on his phone or talking to me.

eventually we’re close, to the point where he would definitely know where we’re going, “can you tell where we’re at?” i smile looking over at him for a second, he sits up a little, moving his head off the window and looking out it, his face lights up as a big smile plants on his face. he quickly turns his head to me after seeing where we’re going, “no fucking way.” i laugh, “see? the surprise was worth it,”

we get to the parking lot as i park into a place and stop the car. “you like this?” i ask, turning to him as i put the keys in my pocket, “i love this.” he smiles, leans towards me, sealing our lips together before we pull away, smiling wide then stepping out of the car. he walks over to my side of the door and we start to walk to go inside the fair and get our tickets.

“so, what should we do first?” i smile as we sit on a bench, figuring out what to do. “well… what about a roller coaster?” my eyes widen a little as i shake my head, “uhhh no. definitely definitely not.” i’ve never been on a roller coaster and honestly i’m really scared too, nick loves them and our first time here i just watched him go on one. “cmooon. you could love them, you don’t know” he nudges me as i roll my eyes, “ehhhh… how about later!” he scoffs and laughs a little, “yeah sure. i’m gonna make it happen though.” he tilts his head toward me laughing.

“here let’s go get some funnel cakes or something,” i get up from the bench as i hold my hand out for him, he takes it and gets up too. we walk over to a stand, we get two funnel cakes and a lemonade and we sit back down at a table.

we talk and laugh as we eat, we finish up, throwing away the styrofoam plates and the cup of lemonade, “fine.” he looks over to me confused, “fine what?” i sigh a little as i smile at him, “i’ll go on a roller coaster,” his jaw drops then it turns into a smile, “OH MY GOD! FINALLY.” i scoff and put my hands over my face to hide for a moment, “whateverrrr, don’t be so excited. i’m fucked,” i laugh a little, trying to not be so nervous.

he takes my hand immediately and we run to his favorite roller coaster as the attendant puts us in seats, other people getting in too. i lean over to nick a little as i grip my hands onto the bar in front of us. “i’m scared..” he laughs a little and puts his hand out so i can hold it, i take one of my hands off the bar and squeeze onto his. “don’t be.” i sigh a little as i hear the ride about to start…

the roller coaster speeds up and it goes up high then drops fast, i grip onto the bar as i scream maybe as much as i ever had, “HOLY FUCKKKKKK,” i can barley hear nicks laughs as he screams too, not in a fearful way like me though, luckily for him! the wind blows in our hair as the ride twists and turns, the ups and downs getting to be more and more.

eventually it stops and me and nick get off, “we should not have eaten before that, oh my god.” i put my hand on my head for a moment, my dizziness fading. nick laughs a little as he fixes his hair up, “well? do you like love roller coasters now?” i laugh a little as we lean against the back of some stand, “yeah, no. i mean i don’t think i’m scared anymore but.. i definitely do not love them” he laughs more, “oookay, whatever.” he rolls his eyes a little.

“well i did your roller coaster, let’s do bumper carts,” i smile looking over at him and taking my hand off my head finally. “okay, fair” i love bumper carts, nick thinks they’re boring, whatever though!

we run off to the bumper carts, playing for a while, then to the house of mirrors, then to other rides and places. it’s been a good two hours and the suns already setting. we go over to get more food, two slushies, nick is cherry and mine blue raspberry.

“ferris wheel?” i swallow my sip of the slushy as i nod, “definitely.” our mutual favorite ride, especially at this fair, it’s slow and has a perfect view of the sunset, nice to just relax for a moment.

we get in the cart of the ferris wheel as it slowly moves around. the sun almost fully set as the fireworks they have at night are almost ready.

nick pulls out his phone and takes the perfect picture of our shoes on the ride and the sunset in a beautiful view, “that’s so cute,” he says as he shows me the picture, “you’re so cute,” i say giggling a little, looking up from his phone to see his eyes. he laughs and turns his head a little even though i see the slight blush on his face, “whatever,”

as we sit on the ferris wheel, watching the sun fully disappear as the fireworks start up, lighting the sky again, also in perfect view. nick leans his head on my shoulder as we sip our slushies, my arm moves around to his shoulder, leaning my head on top of his slightly.

he takes his head off my shoulder and turns toward me, we look at each others eyes before he puts his hand on my face, pulling me in and closing the gap between our lips, “this is so perfect, thank you so much y/n,” i smile as i pull him in for another kiss, “i just wanted to make this really special, i’m so glad you like it,”

he puts his head back on my shoulder as we rest. “i love you nick,” i smile so much even though he doesn’t see, i stare at the fireworks and thinking of how this moment could get any better, “i love you too.”

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taglist : @slutforchriss @mattsleftnipple03 @mattsdinosweater @ccolleenn @mixvchelle @leah-loves-lilies @sturn-wrld

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo smut #nick sturniolo x reader #sukiipjs #𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐢𝐩𝐣𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝜗𝜚⋆ #𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐢𝐩𝐣𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝜗𝜚⋆

[starysky1289]

Baby blues. PT1

“ oh, oh look here! This is Vanessa on her first Halloween, look at how cute she is as a little rabbit! Everyone adored her. “

My father’s voice rang in my ears, stupid, this is all stupid. Why was he here, he was never here for me when I started college. He just wants to get near this baby, My baby.

“ oh how adorable! Vanessa I never realized you have curls! “

“ ah, they where just baby curls. But she looked adorable with them. “

Y/n, she’s the only reason I’m not dead. But god is she as dumb as rocks. Look at her, she’s the prettiest girl on earth, well, after me, and here she is. Laughing along with hour father about your old baby photos.

“ curls don’t look good on me anyways. My physique is for straight hair, maybe wavy tips if I need to look good. “

“ you always look good Vanessa…”

I felt myself smile slightly, rolling my eyes and looked back at my phone. Her compliments would usually keep me going, make me laugh and even cockier, but I didn’t want to show anything else around William. I hate him, I hate how he walks around like he’s not a monster. I hate how he has his name plaster around a building y/n frequents. I hate him.

But. Y/n is making it better. She looks beautiful with that baby bump, and I’ve been able to keep her in the house easier with all those rumors shes baby trapped me. She couldn’t even if she tried.

“ oh, is that Vanessa on her first day of school! Look at her cute little backpack!!! “

“ first day of kindergarten! Oh she clung to me and her mothers leg like- “

My heart raced as he said that. That word. That word could make me a mess if I let it.

“ William. Don’t talk about her. “

I try and remain calm. Y/n dosnt need to be asking questions about her. All she needs to know is my mother is…gone….

“ oh come on Vanessa, it’s just a photo. Here, look, here you are on picture day, you were always photogenic! “

I hate looking at my younger self. How naive and stupid I was. I’m better now, I’m smarter, I have a mate and a baby.

“ let’s see..ah Vanessa! Remeber your first visit to the restaurant? Oh I scared you with the costume, but as soon as she realized it was her dad she wouldn’t let go! “

The restaurant. Freddy’s….y/n dosnt need to know about that place. She dosnt need to know what happened. He needs to catch a drift and stop. Talking.

“ William why don’t you show her more Halloween pictures. Those are better “

“ yeah, what was she after the rabbit! “

Y/n is so interested in this. Why? Am I not interesting to talk to, does she not like me??

( Vanessa moves from her seat and sits next to y/n, putting a hand on her thigh as she looks at the pages with her )

“ here’s Vanessa when she was a penguin, here she is a Rapunzel…oh and here she is on her ninth Halloween, as a model! Always had it in you didn’t you ness? “

“ whatever…”

I hate him. I want him gone and away from my mate. But y/n adores him, she wants him to be apart of this babies life. Hes a monster, a beast. I want him away from my life.

“ Oh look! And here’s Vanessa with her mother…one of the last photos taken of them- “

“ THATS ENOUGH. GIVE ME THE STUPID BOOK “

He brought her up just to piss me off. Why wouldn’t he, he knew I’d get flamed up.

( Vanessa snatches the book from William, storming into the kitchen and throwing it under the counter. )

“ Get out if my house William. Get out and STOP COMING BACK! “

“ ok ok Jesus! Y/n, I’ll keep in touch, be safe- “

“ STOP TALKING TO HER. GET OUT! “

( Willam rolls his eyes and leaves, y/n looks up at Vanessa, who is obviously extremely pissed off )

“ v-Vanessa….why did you-? “

“ STOP TALKING. I CANT WITH YIU RIGHT NOW. HES NIT THE ANGEL OF A MAN YOU THINK HE IS. Jesus, I need to go smoke…”

“ Vanessa wait! You said you’d stop that stuff for us. “

she’s guilting me. She’s making me feel bad. He’s manipulating her into doing this. She’s lost her fucking mind.

“ well I’ll stop when you birth me and strong healthy alpha. Now move. “

( Vanessa pushes past y/n, and storms outside. Y/n sits back down on the couch in silence. )

#vanessa shelly #five nights at freddy's #vanessa shelly x reader #sorority!vanessa #toxic!vanessa #alpha!vanessa #omega!reader #here’s the fic I made from the comic me and my friend made!!

[anna-scribbles]

hi its zo @zodoods this is my main im here to discuss thirteen . fucking hell anna

first off, the line "home is a funny word for the place. childhood is an even funnier word for what happened here" WHAT THE FUCK . i got goosebumps . i am in pain.

then the difference between gabriel and emilie is SO stark immediately i really liked that in the way you wrote, like emilie doesnt hesistate to put her hands in the mud but gabe's holding his sunglasses and phone (theres arguably a metaphor here about how emilie's priorities (life, adrien) and gabe's (fucking fashion or smth) are different)

the line about an animal that was leashed and when it was unleashed it didnt think to move was PAINFUL god . ghosting deeper into the open maw the metaphor (well, is it really a metaphor since like emilie died) of the haunted house and how adrien's haunting it with his sentiments was so nice

i really, really, really enjoyed your fic anna! thank you for writing it, cant wait for whats next!!!

HIIII ZO HI ZO i'm answering so late but this was just the sweetest thank you so much for reading and sending me such a kind message!! I LOVE that emilie and gabe came across very different, I wanted to write this fic with really strong concepts for both of them - one thing i wanted to hit on is how i think of gabriel as always trying to escape the struggle/insecurity of his past by immersing himself in wealth and emilie as always trying to escape the wealth and structure of her past by immersing herself in dirty reality. they both benefit from insane amounts of wealth and privilege, but she's willing to get her fingernails dirty, and he's not. and I think this definitely translates to their values and how they interact with adrien, with gabriel always operating from a place of fear of losing control over his life situation, and emilie always operating from a place of seeking out life experiences and freedom from tight control. so she comes off as warmer and more engaged with adrien, and gabriel comes off as more distant. i'm not convinced that either of them truly held adrien as a priority, though.

that is definitely more analysis than i'm sure you were interested in but to be fair you are the one who talked to me first about gabe and emilie 🫶 but thank you again so much for reading and your kind words!! I really hope you do like what's next, it's coming soon 👀

#asks #ml #thirteen #if you send me an ask about emilie agreste I really can't be held responsible for what happens next

[undressmewithyoureyes]

Let There Be Light - Twenty Six

               “Dad?”

               Ghost and Laswell jerked their heads towards you when the three letters came out of you. Price looked at you with confusion and Gaz was by the door ready to take down the man you called ‘dad’.

               You shook her head back and forth rapidly, not believing the sight in front of you. Soap still held onto you to support you – not wanting to let you go and you injure yourself.

               “I-its not possi-possible,” you breathe out. Your chest heaving up and down real fast and your head becoming light.

               The man named ‘dad’ stood at the door and in a split second, Ghost and Gaz had their pistols out and pointing them at the man’s head.

               The man at the door remained calm, “Harley, please let me explain”. You continued to shake your head back and forth but now the shaking was becoming more violent, and you brought your hands up to your head. Soap pulled you to him and wrapped you in his arms.

               “It was all a set up dear,” the man said shakily. You lift your head out of Soaps chest and look at the man at the front door. You remove yourself from Soaps arms and slowly walk over to the entrance of the house. Slowly, the man holds his arms wide as if he is waiting for you to give him a hug. The closer you got to the man, the clearer your vision became and all the features your dad had, he had.

               “It doesn’t make any sense. I watched them shoot you in the head,” you say a few feet away from him.

               “Harley,” Ghost says through gritted teeth, “Do you really think this is your dad? If not, I’ll drop him right here.”

               You hold a hand up to him – telling him to wait. You cautiously stand in front of the man and look him in his eyes. He goes to open his mouth and you instantly grab a knife out of Ghosts pocket from his pants and slit his throat – blood spraying over your face and splattering on the floor. The man’s hands immediately flew up to the slit in his throat as he fell to his knees. You draw the knife back once more and stab him in the neck. Your force pushing him over on his side.

               “Reaper what the fuck?!” you hear Gaz yell at you. Some blood splattered onto him and the pool of blood pouring out of the man’s neck was slowly leaking towards him and Price. Everything had happened so fast that nobody had time to process it until after the fact.

               “That wasn’t my dad,” you say coldly. “And if for some chance it was him, it wasn’t. We need to move. I’m sure he was sent by Michael’s men and I’m sure there are more coming.”

               You hand Ghost back is knife and he grabs you by your shoulders and pulls you into his chest. “You okay?” he asks you in a low whisper by your ear. You nod your head and wrap your arms tightly around him. Just being in his arms made you feel safe, but when he held you tight, it made all your problems go away.

               The deafening silence was soon replaced with two large trucks making their way fast down the driveway.

               “Those your people?” you ask Price as you pull away from Ghost. Price looks over to you, “Let’s hope so.”

               “If not, I’m sure you can handle them Reaper,” Soap says as he walks towards you and giving you a slight punch in the shoulder.

               The trucks came to a halt in front of the house. Dirt eloping around them catching up from their fast travels. The driver door opens on the first truck and a man stands up, turns, and faces the house – still in the truck.

               “Aye cabrone!”

               You slowly looked around confused while Gaz, Soap and Price walked out with smiles on their faces.

               “Alejandro! How you been amigo?” Soap yells as he jogs off the porch and approaches Alejandro.

               “Si amigo. Cant say the same for you my friend,” Alejandro says grinning and eyeing Soap up and down.

               “Ahh Alejandro…The ladies love me,” Soap jokes back with him as he put his hand over his heart.

               Laswell joins the rest of the guys out there, leaving you and Ghost in the house. “Who’s Alejandro?” you ask him.

               “An old friend that helped us take down a target several years ago.” He sees the look on your face. “He can be trusted.” That was all you needed. If Ghost trusts him, then you should too.

               Ghost gives you a small kiss on your forehead through his mask and walks towards the front door. You turn and follow him.

               “Ghost, my friend! How are you?!” Alejandro cheers.

               “Good mate, and you?” Ghost perked back.

               “Cant complain. Cant complain.” Alejandro pauses and then looks at Ghost with a grin. “Aye, I heard you finally got yourself a little lady friend, eh?”

               Ghost turns around and ushers his hand out to you. You take it and he gently pulls you to his side. “Alejandro, this is Reaper. Reaper, this is Alejandro.”

               You reach your hand out to him to shake his hand. “How did you pull this Ghost?” Alejandro taunts as he takes your hand and places a soft kiss at the top of it.

               “Solo estoy aqui para hacerlo lucir bien” [I’m just here to make him look good], you retort back. Alejandros face lit up and Ghost jerked his head back in shock.

               “La bella dama habla Espanol” [The pretty lady speaks Spanish], Alejandro exclaimed.

               You snort as you take your hand back, “I was stationed in Mexico for about half a year and didn’t have a choice but to learn.”

               “Aye, I’m glad someone else does. Now I have someone to talk shit to about these locos.” Alejandro grins wide at you before turning and greeting with Laswell, Gaz and Soap.

               “I didn’t know you knew Spanish,” Ghost says to you.

               You turn to look at him, “I’m fluent in 6 other ones too. Makes it easier to interrogate people whenever they ‘don’t speak English’” you say as you air quote ‘don’t speak English’.

               Ghost wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you to him, “You seem to amaze me more and more every day.”

               “Pft, whatever,” you reply as you roll your eyes.

               “You two lovebirds going to stay here or you loading up and getting the hell out?!” Gaz yells from the tailgate of the second truck.

               “Might do a bit of both Garrick,” Ghost yells back. His deep voice rumbling his chest. Gaz holds up his middle finger to you both and grins.

               After several minutes, all the bags are loaded into the truck bed, and everyone gets in between the two trucks, and you make your way to wherever Price has set up. The ride to the new base was long, but everyone was on edge the entire time – looking for snipers or some of Michaels men. The man who proclaimed to be your father, you just left there inside the house. Price mentioned that he knew people that would come in and clean up the mess, but you knew you couldn’t go back until this mission had been handled fully.

               You dozed off on the way to the base, resting your head on Ghosts shoulder. He lifted his arm so you could lay your head on his lap and get comfier while he watched out the window and looking over you for safety. Again, you felt safe. Ghost rested his arm on your side and the weight of his arm lulled you back to sleep.

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               The truck coming to a stop woke you up. Light pierced through the windows of the truck, hurting your eyes. You felt Ghost shift in the seat, and you slowly lifted your head from his lap. He opens the door to the truck and climbs out, while you follow – stumbling behind him. Your legs felt like static from being in the same cramped position for a long time.

               “Where are we?” you ask out loud.

               “Senorita, welcome to Los Vaqueros. My base here in Mexico,” Alejandro replied.

               The morning was warm and humid as you stretched your legs following Ghost to the back of the truck to get your bags. “I got these love,” Ghost told you with both arms carrying yours and his bags. You didn’t dare protest back, knowing it would be pointless.

               You turn to face Alejandro, “Where are we staying?”.

               “Ah, this way senorita,” he tells you with a grin. Ghost lets out a grunt as he shifts and grips the bags more securely. “You sure you don’t want me to help you with those?” you ask.

               “Walk woman,” he cuts back at you. You give a toothy grin and roll your eyes following Alejandro.

               “My casa is your casa. [My house is your house],” he tells you both as you walk into the base. “I’m assuming you two will want to sleep together.”

               Before you could answer, Ghost beat you to it, “Yes.” His tone serious.

               “Say no more amigo.” You couldn’t see Alejandro, but you could tell he was smiling. He brought you to a door at the end of the long hallway. A door that was secluded by itself and away from the rest of the doors and rooms down the hall.

               Before opening the door, he turns around to the both of you, “One thing I know about Ghost, he likes his privacy. I’m giving you the best room here,” he pauses. “Now, it may be a little dusty, but it will do.” He turns back around and unlocks the door – opening it.

               He flicks the light switch, and the luminous light filled the room. It was a nice size room – bigger than a traditional bedroom in any base you had ever been to. Simple and not too cluttered. A queen bed sat to the right when you walked in with two nightstands on either side. A TV parallel to the bed on the left when you walked in and a dresser underneath the TV.

               There was a door to the right of the TV and dresser and Alejandro walked over to it. “Not only do you two get an exclusive bedroom, but you also get a private bathroom too.” He opened the door and turned the light on in there. The bathroom was your average bathroom. Double sinks, a stand-up shower and a toilet. Simple.

               “The closet is beside the shower,” Alejandro told you and Ghost. You walk past Alejandro and into the bathroom getting a look around. No, it wasn’t as nice as the one back home, but it would definitely do. You walked past the double sinks and shower and walked into the rectangle opening in the wall. It was a nice size walk in closet, and you liked the fact that it was also a part of the bathroom so when you go out of the shower, you could just step right into the closet and get ready.

               “Thank you, Alejandro. Really and truly,” Ghost says as he reaches his hand out towards him to shake his hand.

               “Anytime amigo. I know you would do it for us,” he replies as he hands Ghost the key to the bedroom.

               “Of course,” Ghost replies.

               Alejandro takes a few steps away from Ghost, “Ill leave you two to unpack and settle in. Dinner will be around 1900.”

               Ghost gives a nod while you give Alejandro a warm smile. He walks out the bedroom, shutting the door. Ghost walks over to you and wraps his arm around your tiny body. “Welcome to our new home baby,” he says as he holds you tightly in his arms.

#ao3 fanfic #fanfic #gaz cod #john price #price #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley #captain price #john soap mactavish #simon riley x reader #lettherebelight #simon ghost x reader #call of duty

[oulsiq420]

Never give up hope

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆:you had just went through a breakup and decided to drink your feelings away at a bar.before leaving the bar a woman approaches you and begins talking to you. Simple conversations start leading up to something you’d never forget

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴:Elizabeth x fem reader

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲/𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀:smut,18+ only

𝗔/𝗡:simple plot and short‼️but hope you like it.🤞

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You just left your girlfriends apartment.Well now ex. You loved her so much but it was your fault this time.You didn't want these feelings to stay so you go to a near by bar to drink them away.

You order a beer and sit in silence, reminiscing your memories with ex stephany,never wanting to let them go even though your the one who fucked it up.

2 beers later and you decide it's time to go.But before ordering an Uber a woman with dirty blonde hair approaches you.

"Excuse me, I know this is pretty weird, but are you drunk." She asks looking at you. honestly you weren't drunk you don't get drunk easily and 3 beers certainly won't affect you.

"No actually not at all." You say. "Good because I couldn't stop myself from coming over here,are you okay." that question makes you break down inside and she can clearly tell your not. She sits down next to you and rubs your back.

"What's wrong." She says in a Low tone. You look at her but don't open your mouth. You don't even know this woman."It's okay you don't have to tell me." She says. "It's fine I really need to tell someone," you tell her.

"I quite literally just broke up with my girlfriend." She looks at you with pity in her eyes but at the same time she smirked a little."I'm sorry darling trust me everyone breaks up for a reason."

"Yeah and that reason is me."

"Don't be so hard on yourself darling." For some reason you like it when she calls you darling, her voice is so seductive.

"What's your name?" You ask her "Elizabeth, how about you?" "y/n"

You talk to her for a few minutes. She tells you everything about herself.from her family to her life in general.

Whenever you talk she listens so carefully and you can always feel her hand rubbing your thigh while your core bursts with ecstasy, a feeling that you cant ignore.

Every few seconds she moves her hand closer and closer to your wet folds. You start to get nervous as the feeling grows stronger and stronger and she can tell. "Look I don't know what your doing but it's making me feel something." You cringe at yourself but she knows what she's doing."took you long enough to finally notice." She says seductively.

She leans in closer and grabs you buy your neck, she connects her lips with yours and passionately makes out with you.You kiss her back harder, before you can slip your tongue into her mouth and she leans back.

"Let's get out of here." She smiles. You listen and within seconds your out of the bar. She grabs your hand and leads you to her car.

The car is filled with sexual tension while you try your hardest to not fuck her right in the car. You'll just have to wait.

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As soon as you guys enter her house she slams you onto the wall. Her lips travel from your lips to your chin then neck where she leaves multiple hickeys on you.

she leads you to the room where you continue making out, you slowly slide your hang up her shirt, she nods giving you permission. You take her clothes off while you squeeze her boob slightly which causes her to moan.she strips you naked as well.

You wanted her so bad now.

she pushes you onto the bed and she leans down as she begins to suck on your already hard nipples. You couldn't help but moan in pleasure, you needed more of her.

"Fuck me Elizabeth please." you whine. She smirks as she makes her way down to your pulsing clit. She begins to move her tongue in such ways that you’ve never experienced before. Her tongue flicked on your folds a while more, She felt so warm to you that you couldn't take it anymore.

"Fuck me hard Elizabeth!" You whine once more. This time she listens and sticks her fingers into your drenched folds. You grab the bed sheets while letting out screams of pleasure as she goes in and out of you. “God that feels so good" you panted out. You've never felt this type of way with anyone else.

you we're so close to your climax until you broke when she tenderly removed her fingers and started to rub her pussy on yours the friction making you moan even louder. I think I'm gonna..I'm gonna come." Your barely able to say a complete sentence. "Then make a mess on my fingers." And you did Your mouth hug open as you let yourself come on her.

She seductively licked her fingers and went back down to lick the sticky wetness off your bare pussy.

You could not believe the orgasm you had just let out.Your body was filled with lust. As you were catching your breath she laid down beside you "how was that?" She asks. "That...that was amazing." you look at her while smiling.

"You probably say that to every girl that fucks you." She laughs. "No you honestly made me feel so good, and your so beautiful to." Her face softened as she tried to hide her blush. "Now let me show you how beautiful I think you are" you say smirking.

"Oh please do." She says as she leans down.Just as your about to kiss her she stops you. "Oh and from now on call me lizzie."

You nod knowing this won't just be a one night stand.

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@st0lenkvsses

#elizabeth olsen #fanfic #elizabeth olsen x female reader #elizabeth olsen x you #elizabeth olsen fanfic #marvel smut #elizabeth olsen x y/n #elizabeth olsen smut

[lvxybby]

It kills me to love you (kai anderson x reader) Angst. (it'll get better <3) PART 2

i sat there on the bench. i became full of stress once i hung up on kai. i did way to much and i know ill get punished for it. will he beat me? scream and yell at me? lock me in a closet? i dont know. i really cant deal with him anymore. i want the things he promised me. he promised to keep me safe, educate me, stay LOYAL to me if im loyal to him, WHICH IS ALL I HAVE BEEN! he has promised me so much! and EVERY SINGLE ONE IS BROKEN! i cant take it! i wont! im tired of him calling me weak and a slut for crying over something or dressing a certain way. i have been taking all his bullshit for so long, and he doesnt expect me to feel bad? sometimes i really miss the old kai. the sweet quiet fun kai. the one who would braid my hair and kiss my cheek when im sad. i miss him coming over and talking to me about his parents. he wont tell me anything because hes so eaten up with paranoia. and vince? he doesnt help one bit. his brother is a mess and all he does is supply kai with adderall! i sat there on that bench or hours just thinking. it grew darker and darker and soon it was 10:30. i held my things close to my body. i didnt want to go back. i couldnt go back. soon i saw the familiar grey toyota pull up onto the side of the curb. kai along with meadow got out. dear lord help me. her "very real blonde" hair was over her shoulders and down her back. i sat patiently and waited. kai walked over to me and slapped me so hard i thought i would pass out. "what the fuck!" he shouted. i stayed quiet. "seriously what the fuck" meadow said "oh shut your fucking mouth you cunt!" i snapped back at her "you have no reason to be in this? why the hell are you even here?!" i continued. kai hit me once more. "you have no right to talk to her like that after what you've done" he growled. "kai i dont want to be around you! thats why i left! all you care about anymore is yourself and meadow! YOU always call me weak and a slut and a attention seeker! ALL those names and you dont expect me to get upset! I DONT WANT TO BE AROUND YOU!" i cried out "what happened to the loyalty? you promised loyalty to go both ways and ive been by your side, helping you dispose of YOUR doings! i do my task no matter how i feel! i always do what you want me to and you dont do anything else for me!" i yelled at him. he snatched my arm and dragged me to his car. i fought back, digging my nails into his skin. i clawed and dug them into his arm but it didnt stop him. meadow followed us. he opened the door and threw me into the back. i hit my head hard on the other side. i quivered as kai got into the front seat, meadow following. he put on his seatbelt and began to drive back to his house. was this it? is this all he would do? no. theres no way. i quietly let tears flow down my face. i rubbed the spot where i hit my head. it felt warm. i moved my hand to find blood smeared onto it. i covered my mouth as i cried a bit more. he stopped right in front of his house and got out. he came over by me and opened the door and began to drag me out by my hair. the asphalt scratched and cut my calves, leaving my legs bleeding. i tried to force his hand away from my hair but he never let go. he pulled me inside and slammed his door "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU" he screamed. "YOU DONT TALK ABOUT THAT ANYWHERE ELSE BUT HERE" he continued. i cried more. he dragged me down to the basement and threw me down onto the hard cold floor. my head was bleeding so much by now. i cried out in pain from the sudden force. i was in so much pain. everything hurt, so badly. "kai please" i cried. i couldnt even stand up i hurt so bad. "no im not done with you" he whispered close to me. "kai all i did was leave the house for a few hours cause i was upset! i never wanted this to happen! i left cause i couldnt take it anymore! i have done so much for you for 2 years! 2! but meadow kills a guy and it so perfect! Ive done so much shit for you! to make YOU happy to make YOU comfortable I HAVE DONE SO MUCH BUT YOU DONT CARE! SO WHY DO YOU WANT ME AROUND!?" I yelled back at him. he sat there quiet for a minute.

#kai anderson #kai anderson x reader #american horror story kai anderson #american horror story

[quackitytheduck]

(haii halfway throught this i realized theres like def already a recap somewhere but man. im not throwing all of this out. hope its useful mwah)

Maximus finds an old commercial cc!Cellbit did when he was younger (where he sings) and puts it on loop in a huge screen in front of Cellbit's house in the favela.

Forever and Richarlyson finish the copacabana ocean project and prepare to inagurate it.

Cellbit arrives in the favela with Forever, and a bunch of other people (Foolish, Baghera, Phil, Maximus) are there because Forever is gonna inagurate the new ocean soon (break the blocks stopping the water from filling it). Everyone is singing along to the commercial and Cellbit is mortified. And pissed.

Forever covers the corner of the screen with protected blocks so only he can take it down or stop it, so the commercial is just playing on loop at a loud volume. Forever says since he had to listen to it for days straight while he worked on Copacabana, Cellbit does too. Unless he sings the song. Cellbit refuses.

The ocean inauguration happens. It's awesome, Forever gives a little speech about wanting to show the world the crazy shit brazilians can do and represent a little of our culture to the world.

Cellbit is now wearing some weird futuristic mask.

Cellbit asks and bargains but no one will tell him who did this, every single person just says it wasn't them. Until Richarlyson tells him it was Max.

Cellbit asks Max if it was him, and Max just tells him no.

He can hear the song even from his secret headquarters, and Cellbit says he's moving out.

He calls for Cucurucho, he wants to make a deal.

While he waits for an answer, he goes to Max's AI, SOFIA and restricts everyone's acess by tricking it.

Cucurucho answers him and Cellbit says he wants revenge. If they want to humiliate him by bringing up his past, they're gonna fucking get his past.

He asks Forever to meet him in that one room that mimicks where Cucurucho killed him, and there, with Cucurucho present, he tells him he wants full custody of Richarlyson, and that he doesn't trust anyone at Ordo Theoritas anymore, and is stopping the investigation.

Forever is FURIOUS and takes this as a huge betrayal.

Afterwards, Cellbit tells Richas he doesn't think Forever is capable of protecting him, and writes and gives him a book that the audience doesn't see.

Cell tells Roier he's trying to get Bobby back(lie?? we do not know) and wants him by his side at court.

Forever goes to BBH to ask for his help because his english isn't as good as Cellbit's and he's afraid that's gonna make him lose at the custody hearing.

Cellbit and Richas are attacked by the Binary, he tells Richas to run and he does, but Cell dies and disappears.

Richas tells Forever what happened, and that he's really confused and afraid of everything going on, but he loves all his dads so much. Forever puts him to sleep and calls everyone left on the server (Roier, Max, BBH and Baghera) to meet at Ordem Theoritas. He sits at the head of the table, Cellbit's chair.

Forever is so fucking pissed and confused, he doesn't get why Cellbit is suddenly aligning himself with the Federation, abandoning all his work, all because of the fucking song? He says he hopes it's all a plan to trick Cucurucho and get more info, but he's afraid that it isnt. He tells everyone abt what happened and asks for their help. He says Roier could be useful because Cellbit likes him. And that now that Cellbit stopped investigating Cucurucho, they need all hands on deck.

Forever takes down the commercial and logs out.

Fucking Quackity logs on and tells Richas about Juanaflippa. He says her parents also had a courtcase, and that she died soon after, and as 1% his father, he cant let that happen to him too. He tells him to write letters to his papais and go away with him for a while and come back after they figure themselves out. He does, and they leave by boat.

The other dads are yet to find out Richarlyson left.

prince love ofnmy life no one does it like u. this is the most perfect straightforward recap i could ever ask for i love you forever

#qsmp #asks

[thotsforvillainrights]

Empty box we cant have that. Shie hassaikai headcannons for how well they'd do in a haunted house?? (I bet touya keeps getting jumpscared)

(Another ask for the spooky season! I love the idea of this group of grown men who I think have NEVER been to a haunted house, getting the crap scared out of them)

~Shie Hassaikai and the Haunted House~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

-Who Suggested it: The funny thing about Toya getting jump-scared is the fact that he’s one of the people that suggested going! He came into the base one day when all the Precepts were working the same shift and started rambling about lost childhood opportunities and how he’s getting older blah blah. Hojo laughed at it and reminded Setsuno he was still in his 20′s and far too young to be having these feelings. Pops agreed it would be a fun experience and Chisaki immediately grimaced at the idea. “First bowling, now a haunted house?” Kai complained as Pops ignored him. The other person that suggested everyone going is Rappa. He heard tell of haunted houses but never went to one before. He wanted to test his might of course. 

-Person who goes a few step in and immediately turns around to go wait in the car: Even though Pops was fully okay with it as an idea, the action itself wasn’t the wisest decision at his age. He immediately turned back around and went to go wait in the car. Kai did the same as well. The idea of crawling though a nasty narrow hallway cramped close to everyone in dark rooms and strangers popping out from God knows where? Hell no, absolutely not. Tengai was next to coming back. There was simply too much going on from the moment he stepped through the door. He only went to try and keep a hold on Rappa but he decided that maybe the others could take the sacrifice and do that for him instead.

-Talks a big game but end up being scared first: The whole way there, Toya was bragging over and over about how he could likely handle it. He kept talking about how it’s just a bunch of teenagers or maybe college kids dressed in costumes getting paid to scare people for minimum wage. He blew it off as no big deal and that he could handle it more than any of the other members could do so. About 2 minutes into the house one of the actors rounded the corner and grabbed Setsuno’s shoulder. Hojo almost pissed himself when he heard Toya scream in such a high pitched tone. 

-Won’t admit being scared but is in fact scared: Making it down the hallways was alright. There were plenty of moments to surprise the men. It was Nemoto that played as though he wasn’t scared but that was all a ruse. His heart was beating out of his chest and he mentally prayed they could hurry and get the hell out of there and never look back. Mimic is also scared. Mimic plays it of and shouts about how he’s not scared, just a little creeped out is all. They end up clinging to each other by the end of the night. It’s a sight too funny for the others to not document.

-Trying to scare the actors in the house: It’s Deidoro’s crazy ass that ends up trying to scare the actors right back. He ends up making a few of them scream, some of them laugh, and others avoid him altogether. The man is unhinged and instead of sinking into his fear he just kinda...warps it into something different entirely. He ends up diverging from the group and becoming one of the actors himself (much to the actual workers dismay). 

-Runs through it too fast: The first person out of the house is Tabe. In fact, he leaves the group in the fucking dust as soon as the first scare happens. He’s moving so fast that he barrels through a family and knocks down a kid on his way out. 

-Fights the actors and gets kicked out: You don’t even have to guess who it was but I’ll go ahead and tell you obviously it’s Rappa. He gets scared and realizes that he’s not as tough as he thought he would be. Anger and fear don’t mix very well when it comes to him. He starts swinging and the authorities have to show up to escort him out. The actors might press charges and Kai has to step in to talk to the cops. Rappa definitely gets banned from the event and likely isn’t allowed back to another haunted house for a very long time. 

-Almost pissed themself: 3 options are presented here. Toya is the one that almost pees his pants from the fear of it all. The other 2 people are Hojo and Katsukame. The two of them almost pee themselves after watching Toya get as scared as he did.

-Wants to do it again: Actually Hari had a good time doing something silly like this. He wants to go back and do it again next year even if he ends up going alone. 

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #Headcanon #shie hassaikai #yakuza #eight bullets #Eight Precepts of Death #eight expendables #eightfold cleansers

[mcl4r3n]

Daniel and Lando take a break and Daniel tries to focus on himself but ofc they cross each others paths. Rumours pick up about Daniels come back post Silverstone and even if they try they can’t fully avoid each other. Summer break rolls around and Daniel is hanging out with Martin Garrix and Lando finds himself at a house party with them. Lando’s got a date with him and Daniel gets jealous of her immedately even though he knows he has no right. He pulls Lando to the side to talk, and it’s a bit stiff in the beginning but as soon as Daniel stops dancing around the subject they talk. Daniel tells him he’s scared, he likes him so much and it’s just gotten more intense when they’re apart. He’s never been with a man, he had some realisations about himself etc etc, Lando doesn’t want to listen first cause he’s still hurt, but Daniel pulls him in with a hug an he just melts and clings on, he’s missed him so much. Then they start to heal

ANON COMING IN CLUTCH WITH THE RESOLUTION TO WHATEVER THE FUCK I WROTE HERE

ANON THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR THIS RESOLUTION!!!!!!!!!! I needed this so bad tonight you have NO IDEA (even though i brought the hurt first) oh my god so true they'd like. Handle it slowly. Sloooooowly.

Like over winter break lando messages daniel out of the blue bc he saw the barbecue place that daniel took him to once and just says "would be good to get [that thing we ordered]" and daniel replies IMMEDIATELY and he's like "we could. When you're free, if you wanna" but like obvs they cant cos lando's in a diff country but like. It still kind of makes him a little giddy. Cos that was his olive branch.

And then like. Okay. Pre season testing. They've been just chatting. They havent seen each other since uhhhhhhhh i can't remember the last red bull sanctioned gp danny has for this year but lets assume vegas.?? Anyway.

It's a little stilted, but they're trying. And daniel is also trying. He and heidi are not like, FRIENDS, but they've gotten closure. And heidi is like "have you figured your shit out already?" And danny is like "im getting there" and she smiles a little bit and hugs him and says "okay good." And then before she leaves she says "i really want good things for you, daniel. I really do." (She has moved on she's dating some other dude now)

Anyway back to preseason. Daniel like asks lando out, just for lunch, to test the waters. Not quite like a date date but like just. Friends. And they laugh so much, and it aches a lot for the both of them. Lando sees that he's bulked up a bit, more squish in his cheeks. Danny looks good. He looks healthy.

And also. Both the red bull and mclaren are FAST. Things are looking up for them. :)

(PLEASE IF YOU WANNA CONTINUE THIS PLEASE RESPOND ANON I AWAIT YOUR CORRESPONDENCE LIKE A MILITARY WIFE WAITING FOR A LETTER)

#dando #ANON PLEASE ACCEPT MY HEARTFELT EMOTION