#if u see the hidden message u win

[cloud-based-and-rainpilled]

*cocks gun super srsly* Say ‘the cycle’ one more time! SAY IT!!

#if u see the hidden message u win #succession fans don’t be pretentious challenge: impossible #i’m gonna get flamed 2007 epic style 8D #succ #succession #tomgreg #tomshiv #conwilla #shivorce #kenstewy #romangerri #roman roy #shiv roy #kendall roy #stewy hosseini #tom wambsgams #greg hirsch #sorry krank i forgot u and ran out of room but yr real as FCK #KRANK #logan roy #connor roy #willa ferreyra #gerri kellman #inb4 oh you don’t understand succession b/c i treat all media like a spelling bee #ao3 #hbo succession

[stonedcoldfoxtarot]

Their 3 am thoughts about you

Pick a card + hidden messages & channeled song inspired by William Miller’s artist series, Ruined Polaroids

Pile 1 -> Pile 2

Pile 3 -> Pile 4

Pile 1

10oW, 4oC, 8oP, 4oW, AoW, 4oP (Death)

This person thinks about how in the past they may have been inconsistent or closed off towards you. They think about how they didn’t want to take on the responsibility of a relationship or put in the work to have a solid connection. However, this person now realizes that this was a missed opportunity in love. And they think about how they can work towards building new, solid foundations for the both of you. This person desires you deeply and obsesses over how to slowly but surely win you back. When they can't sleep, they think about starting over again except this this time they want to do things right.

Hidden Messages Oracle Deck #1

Thinking about buying you a ring. Would you say yes?

I want a life and a family with you

I prayed for a love like this

“We’re Just Friends” is what I tell myself and others

Bottom of the deck: I’m afraid of commitment

Hidden Messages Oracle Deck #2

I want to get to know you

Let’s be friends first

I want to marry you

I get so turned on when I see, hear or think of you

I don’t see anyone else but you

Bottom of the deck: I think about you constantly

Pile 2

7oC, Lovers, Judgement, 9oW, Death, Chariot (10oC)

This person holds onto a fantasy of a possible connection with you and imagines how it would feel to finally hold you in their arms. For some, they may already be in a committed relationship and struggling to choose between you and their current partner. For others, this person may have had numerous love options in the past and only wanted to keep things casual or sex-based. Still, they may toss and turn and lose sleep as their deep-seated feelings and thoughts about you begin to resurface. This person may have tried to dead this connection to forget about you, but this has only fueled their fantasies and obsessive thoughts even further. They are idealizing what could have been, and for some, they may also be thinking about coming together with you to start or raise a family.

Hidden Messages Oracle Deck #1

I feel like I’m under your spell. I’m obsessed

I will leave them for you

Friends with benefits

I think you’re my soulmate

Bottom of the deck: I really like you

Hidden Messages Oracle Deck #2

I want to take care of you

I want you to have my baby and my last name

I’m afraid to contact you

I see you as the parent of my future child

Bottom of the deck: This is big for me, I need time to think

Pile 3

10oS, Hanged Man, Devil, 8oP, 10oP, AoC (FoW)

Late at night this person acknowledges that they betrayed or failed you in the past by prioritizing other people or things in their life. For some, they may have had an affair with someone they met at work, been a workaholic or struggled with some form of addiction that tore you guys apart. They regret fumbling a real and solid connection because they finally realize that no one else compares to you. This person also thinks about how even though they deeply loved you, in the past they still chose to do you dirty. They feel like they should have fought harder for the connection, and for some, they feel they are ready to rise to the challenge and win back your heart once again.

Hidden Messages Oracle Deck #1

Sometimes I cry about you when I’m alone

The fire I feel for you I’ve never felt for anyone else

I’m afraid of commitment

I love you

Bottom of the deck: Pay attention to the red flags

Hidden Messages Oracle Deck #2

I will call or text you soon. I want to tell you everything

A lot happened and now everything in my life is changing

I think about you 24/7

We’re too different. What if this doesn’t work?

Bottom of the deck: Let’s get faded and make love

Pile 4

9oW, 3oC rev, 5oW, 4oW, 8oC, 3oS (Empress)

This person might already be in a connection with someone else and they may have tried to keep you as a backup option. For some of you, this person may also have a child on the way or be in a relationship with someone who already has kids. I feel that this person tries hard to not think about you, especially late at night. During the day they may even block you out of their mind completely. At some point, you may have felt you had no choice but to walk away and leave them in the past, and this left you both feeling brokenhearted and withdrawn. However, for many of you, I feel that this person misses you a lot and wishes you’d consider giving them another chance.

Hidden Messages Oracle Deck #1

I miss you

I’m married or already committed

I’m hiding my feelings for you

I want to build with you

Bottom of the deck: You mean everything to me

Hidden Messages Oracle Deck #2

Will this actually work?

I’m afraid of this connection

I’m thinking of what to say to you

Bottom of the deck: I know I’m stubborn but so are you

Thanks for reading🔮✨

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#pac reading #pick a card #pick a picture #pick a pile #intuitive readings #tarot #tarot reading #love reading #pac #pick a pic #crush pick a card #stonedcoldfoxtarot

[naiive-and-starry-eyed]

fandom: black butler, ship: merthur, character: elias bitchard, and also like some bonus ones that u feel like doing

001 | Black Butler:

Favorite character: Ciel Phantomhive tbh, he's rude and fucked up and I like him so much!! The amount of analysis my bestie and I have poured into him and the choices made in the manga and anime and how this is foreshadowing and that is a hidden message,,, Lau is a runner up as my fav tho cause he's hilarious and vibing at all times and I love that for him!!

Least Favorite character: Claude Faustus my behated, hit him with my car ass motherfucker

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): Hmm idk if I have 5 ships, but we will figure this out

SebAgni - they are so fun and the fact Sebastian respects Agni is so funny considering Ciel is so bothered by Soma. They simply vibe together and I think they should have gotten to hang out more. Pour one out for Agni 😭😭

Cielois - Idc if Alois is from a non-canon season, he's an icon and it would be so fun and amazing if Ciel and Alois could get over the fact Alois tried to kill him one (1) time and live in Phantomhive manor together and kill Druitt and whoever they want <3

Will x Grell - Grell is a girlboss and it's funny how much she bothers Will; she simps for many characters but I like her with Will the most. Is this decision influenced by the Wil and Grell season 2 OVA? Mayhaps

Lau x winning at whatever he's up to - nothing more to say here, I just hope Lau manipulate mansplain manwhores his way to the top

Othello x vibes - he's doing a great job at his grim reaper forensic nonsense, king deserves a breakthrough and a coffee or 10

Character I find most attractive: *picture my aroace ass giving a blank face here* Lots of conventionally attractive characters but none specifically come to mind lmao, a lot of them are pretty

Character I would marry: Lau, we can be so cool and sexy together

Character I would be best friends with: Soma or Lizzie! They're both fun and energetic and I think we would have a great time dressing up and running around London getting into trouble

a random thought: Manifesting School Arc manga to be animated...or the musical to be subbed where I can get to it *grabby hands*

An unpopular opinion: Sebastian is a fine and well written character and deserves good things! and I think the end of the manga will be him sacrificing himself for Ciel and ending the contract that way, because he cares about Ciel. He didn't plan to care about Ciel in the beginning, but oops, you have acquired a son and you like him so much. The tragedy of Ciel having planned to die all this time but now having lost someone he cares about and who cared about him? And having to live on despite that? *chef's kiss*

My Canon OTP: none?? I don't ship anyone who's actually together in canon rip

My Non-canon OTP: Cielois, see above for my ramblings <3

Most Badass Character: Obvious answer, but Sebastian! He kills people and is iconic while doing it. His LookTM straight out of being summoned in the ritual was also fun, love the high heels his demonic form apparently has. The fact he can kill the shit out of people with fucking silverware is v badass

Most Epic Villain: The Circus Troupe are fun, and I'm counting them as a villain collectively. This doesn't include Baron K*lvin, he's another hit with my car ass bitch. Joker, Dagger, Beast, Doll, Jumbo, and Peter and Wendy are all fun though and I do like that they cause problems and kill people. Unfortunately Sebastian and Ciel were just better at causing problems and killing people. Rip the most to Doll though, you were the best

Pairing I am not a fan of: Ciel x Sebastian 🤢 he's a child worsties

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): Alois. I don't really love his ending in season 2 - he, Hannah, Claude and the triplets all merge into one consciousness or something?? It's stupid and I hate that Claude is included in anything. I think Alois should have also been able to become a demon with Ciel if they wanted to go that route, or simply have him not die and get therapy but still continue being evil if he wants he's allowed

Favourite Friendship: I really like the friendship between Bard, Finny, and Mey-Rin! They all bonded and are all soo stupid together they're great. Also adding Snake to their mix is fun, even though everyone is lying to him,,, oops 😬

Character I most identify with: Lizzie I think! She's sweet and badass and wants what's best for Ciel, even if she doesn't completely understand what's going on or how he changed from what she remembered as a child. I love that she's super good at sword fighting, and I want to be that good as well!! Next step is sword fighting classes lmao

Character I wish I could be: I love most of the characters but honestly I don't want to be any of them lmaoo; they're all suffering or in danger in various ways and I just want everyone to feel better and so would not like to be in that situation <3

002 | Merthur:

When I started shipping them: Season 1 episode 1 tbh. They have great chemistry and bother each other a lot but also genuinely care about each other which is so important!

My thoughts: Oooh you are not ready for my thoughts on them. Just got done doing a rewatch of Merlin BBC with my bestie and we suffered and exalted together

What makes me happy about them: The way they are willing to sacrifice themselves for each other! Merlin drinks poison for Arthur and Arthur ignores his father and places himself in danger to save Merlin's life, who his father dismisses as a mere serving boy and Arthur's like he's more than that!! to me!! and I just

What makes me sad about them: Girl the everrrryything 😭 the tragedy of Merlin doing all he can to prevent Arthur's death at Camlann but all he does just makes it happen. The tragedy of Merlin becoming so jaded over the course of the show, with how trusting and happy he was in season 1 and how unwilling he was to trust or give Mordred a fair chance in season 5 - especially when it came to the girl Mordred loved. The fact that Arthur never found out about Merlin's magic until it's too late!! That Merlin spends the whole show worried Arthur will hate him when he finds out, and does his best to ensure magic won't return to Camelot and advises Arthur not to trust magic,,,, ough agggh the agonies!!

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: no magic AU or modern AU. Yeah I know the show ends showing Merlin still around in modern day waiting for Arthur, but I don't care! I want them to be around in Arthurian times and causing and solving problems. Throw in angst as needed, but don't put them in a place without magic or in modern day. I also tend to avoid major character death - I'm usually not opposed to it if done right since angst is a good time, but since it happened irl in the show I can't handle it in fic

Things I look for in fanfic: I never say no to a good magic reveal fic!! Especially if it takes a minute for Arthur to forgive Merlin for not saying anything and he's mean about it and makes Merlin feels bad and then feels bad later when he gets over it and Merlin is sad and they work on themselves together. Hurt/comfort type stuff!

My wishlist: That Merlin's magic gets revealed to Arthur sooner than canon and that Arthur comes to terms with it and magic is accepted in Camelot, that Merlin dates Arthur and Arthur dates Gwen and Gwen dates Morgana <3 Also that Uther dies choking on his own blood. Not related to Merthur but also still related to them cause his Huge Bitch disease prevented them from being happy

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Merlin with Gwaine and Arthur with Gwen! Gwaine and Merlin are so sweet actually, and we see how good Arthur and Gwen are in canon

My happily ever after for them: Merlin is court sorcerer/magical advisor to Arthur, also maybe his royal boyfriend, and they rule Camelot in peace and happiness. Morgana is happy with Gwen and Mordred is vibing somewhere to, maybe with his gf if we want to continue pretending he's straight

003 | Elias Bouchard:

How I feel about this character: absolute bastard, commit as many war crimes and murder as you would like, you are so fun and so cool and it's great when you bother everyone else and sound smug abt it

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: Peter Lukas and also Jon. Both are great concepts and I think that fear monsters should harm people together but also kiss kiss fall in love

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: Elias, Simon Fairchild, Peter Lukas, and M

My unpopular opinion about this character: I'll be real with you besties, Melanie was kind of annoying and I had fun when he traumatized her on screen in podcast <3 also he should have won the end of the world it was great that he caused the apocalypse

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I would have loved to get more backstory on Jonah Magnus, or somehow hear statements from the people he hung out with in ye olden times in their own voices! It would also have been neat to hear his own thoughts/feelings on living through a ton of shit - invention of electricity, the car, the airplane, the internet! I would love to hear if he thinks everything is cool and better now or if he's a crotchety old bitch about it and is like "back in my day 😤"

Favorite friendship for this character: Lmao he doesn't have friends!! Best I can do is his friendships in the 1800s where he was prob just using everyone so he could open his funny little eye temple <3 but I will say I liked the statement from him about Barnabas Bennett , so I'll say I liked their 'friendship' 😏

My crossover ship: I don't have many crossover ships, and I can't honestly think of any I'd have for Elias. He's perfectly fine being evil and terrible with Peter or Jon

#ask game #girl-of-ink #joy speaknt #black butler #merthur #merlin bbc #elias bouchard #magnus archives #my opinions are so correct and so sexy

[visd3stele]

Fish out of water

tw: mentions of drugs and alcohol, underage, mentions of canon violence, death, killing ("off screen"), minors, sexual themes: forced prostitution, children forced into prostitution

summary: y/n is thrown into the Hunger Games, but life after her victory promises to be more bitter than she expected

District Four was packed with people trying to find a good spot to watch the Reaping from. Mothers, fathers, older siblings and grandparents crammed together in a sea of worry, hoping to see their kids in the mob of Tributes.

A couple of years ago, y/n y/l/n would have searched the crowd for her own family. But President Snow made sure to lift that burden off her shoulders after her first Reaping. Her parents were rebels. Or at least engaging in rebelious acts.

Y/n remembers when her father used to take her with him on his boat. Under the guise of fishing, he'd test the limits of the electric field that surrounds Panem.

Everyone knows there's nothing left of the world anymore. But a select few believed it to be a lie. If they survived, someone else must've as well. Her parents were of these sort. Hopeful. Confident in a better life. If not for them, then for their daughter.

Y/n's mother wasn't a simple supporter either. She'd bake pastries and goods with hidden messages inside and deliver them to the right people. Secret meetings were held, their participants growing in number by the year.

With that many people, one ought to turn to be a mole. Of course, not a spy. Because y/n's parents were too smart, too careful, to allow it. But a scared individul who cost Mister and Mrs y/l/n their lives.

"May the odds be forever in your favor." Y/n smiled bitterly as the ceremony begin. Odds were never in their favor, no matter who stepped inside that Arena.

Sometimes, y/n hoped her name would be called. She always thought of herself as a Victor. Not out of a false sense of superiority amongst the other Tributes, but because her life felt like an Arena after her parents were killed.

She was evicted from her house and left on the streets, a continued fight for survival. She had to snatch food and water, clothes and blankets and first aid kits from other poor people. It was either them or her and as horrible as she felt, y/n wanted to live. She bet this must be how the Hunger Games felt as well. A play designed by President Snow where one can either dance along misserably or die.

At least if she was chosen, maybe tbe guilt would wash away. In the Games she has no choice. If there are no more people dear to her heart, then her District would be punished. The entirety of it. Inside the Games y/n could lie to herself that she's looking after more than her own self. She's protecting hundreds of souls in District Four.

Or, her guilt would just increase. New feelings adding on the pile y/n carefully avoids. Maybe she'll just die, then. Allowing herself to be reunited with her parents.

But then again, a sick, hateful part of her wanted to spite Snow. To live, to take her parents' legacy further and find other survivors outside Panem. Build the world they died for. It's this part that keeps her going.

"Starr ...." The escort's voice chirped through a microphone, snatching the fifteen years old out of her thoughts. Y/n looked over to where the twelve years olds hearded together, searching for the petite girl u fortunate enough to own the name. Her parents used to be ones of y/n's parents' closest friends.

No shock, nor surprise glued her to the spot. Much less fear. Y/n didn't move because District Four trains Careers: highly athletic Tributes with a real chance to win the Hunger Games that volunteer at the Reaping. With each new Victor, the District gains more. More food, more suplies, more supporters in the Capitol so they children could receive whatever they might need inside the Arena.

But no one spoke up. No one raised their hand, bravely, for the twelve years old. Sometimes the kids that train aren't good enough by the time of Reaping to volunteer. Or don't want to risk their lives for strangers, or just freeze.

"I volunteer!" Y/n shouted. Step by step she made her way through the parted crowd, cowering under the pressure of all the gazes locked on her. As she climbed the stairs, though, she straighten her posture and raised her hand, waving and smiling at the people, her people, that now started to cheer. She made sure to spot some of her parents' friends, their kids, anyone who could ground her in a feeling of confidence and safety, as fake as it might be.

In the corner of her right eye, she caught a smile blooming on the young man who stood next to Mags, the oldest Mentor District Four produced. He seemed proud, hopeful. The smile of a dying man on a ship having spotted land.

Finnick Odair, the Capitol's Golden Boy, the darling puppet. Y/n saw him on tv in the Grand Market when she was running from an angry merchant, having stolen something. A traitor, she thought.

After his victory at only fourteen, the youngest in the whole history of the Games, Finnick Odair practically moved to the Capitol. His family don't see much of him anymore. And y/n imagines they barely want to. Finnick could always be seen with someone at his arm in the Capitol. Sometimes multiple people, bathing in their extravagance, swimming in their luxury. Slowly losing his soul and becoming a pretty shell just like them.

Y/n learned soon enough she couldn't have been more wrong about him.

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"Ready for your chance to shine?" Finnick Odair, the male Mentor of District Four asked the two silent Tributes. He was only seventeen himself, younger than the male Tribute ellected that year. Y/n's partner was older than her by three year. He almost managed to make it out of the Reaping age alive and well. But fate is a sore mistress and Sylus was elected in his last year as a Tribute.

Sylus scoffed loudly, turning his back on the blonde teenage boy while y/n kept stuffing her mouth with food. She may share his sentiments, but the sense of manners her parents taught her won't leave, even agter years on the streets.

"I think we're looking at the whole situation a bit differently."

Finnick chuckled and nodded. Y/n haven't watched much tv, lacking the means to do so, but she caught enough of the seventeen years old's antics to not be surprised at his lightness. How easy he'd slip into a conversation with a stranger, his disarming charm, the ability to joke off any serious matter.

Y/n used to think it was the Capitol's lasting effects on him. Now, looking Finnick in the eyes – two pearls of deep, baby-blue colored with a hint of powerful green – eyes that can't lie, no matter how hard their owner tries, y/n found herself questioning that line of thoughts. Perhaps it was a coping mechanism or...

"So what's your name? Didn't catch it back home. Too much noise, everyone seems to love that little girl."

Home. Many things surprised y/n in Finnick's short speech: how it seemed to have escaped him that that little girl was only twelve and she didn't need to be known or loved among District Four for good people to cheer her salvation; how he spoke so matter-of-factly, as if making a simple conversation about the weather, when, in fact, they were talking about the Hunger Games, a situation of literal life and death. But the fact he still called District Four home came first.

"Y/n," she said, not even bothering to hide the smile that crept on her lips, muscle reflex from a time long since gone.

"Sweet," Finnick whispered, sizing the girl up and down. He took in her appearance – shaggy, thin framed, but not weak. Lean muscles slithered over her bones. He evaluated her smile – inviting in iys warmth, yet mysterious in its curve of cold detachment. Her eyes shone with witt and intelligence and Finnick plastered that winning smile on his face all over again.

"You've got manners as well," he kept mumbling, half to himself, half for y/n as well. "That'll help at the interviews."

Before y/n could do anything more than nodding along, half following his train of thoughts, Finnick spoke again. "How old are you? Seventeen? Eighteen?" He said, leaning back in his chair, rasing a glass of water at his lips.

"Fifteen."

And Finnick almost choked on the sip he took. "Fifteen?" There were people who looked younger than they were, he knew that all too well – either naturally or with some surgeons' help, he thought with a shudder. Volunteers, Careers, are usually from the older kids. Very few dare to jump inside the Arena at sixteen, but seventeen and eighteen is the normal pool the trained kids select themselves.

"Why did you volunteer, then?"

"I'm not as helpless as I look."

You don't look helpess, Finnick wanted to retort. Just young. Instead, he asked "What about your family? Why in Panem's name would you ditch them for... what? Glory?"

It was y/n's turn to chuckle. A maniac, high pitched sound, nothing like the breathy, sensual one characteristic to the boy in front of her. "Glory?" She rasped. "I did it for a little girl who has yet so much to live for. No one will mourn me if I die!"

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In the days nearing the Games, the Tributes were supposed to learn everything they could from their Mentors: atrategies, interviews tricks, whom to try and ally with, how to wield certain weapons and so on, so forth.

However, Finnick Odair, male Mentor of Four, cpuld barely be seen at the Training Tower. He was always gone somewhere in the city. Day, night, party or aftermath, Finnick barely had a chance to close his eyes, much less relax in the busy schedule President Snow had planned. After the first couple of days, he stopped bothering to even ask Mags about their kids. Images blurred between his eyes, poisoning his mind: either a result of the drinks they poured down his throat, the drugs they forced him to sniff, the lack of sleep or a combination of all three.

All Finnick could see, smell and hear was the deafening music played in Capitol's clubs throbbing in his ears, the sweet perfumes glittering the sweaty skin of his clients, their faces on the brink of pleasure stolen from his torment.

"Fucking whore," Sylus muttered one day. "You'd think he could wait to party and sleep around until at least we're dead, but no, the Capitol's Golden Boy can't do that."

"He said something about meeting sponsors this time," y/n whispered weakly. She didn't really believed it, but part of her that clung to others' humanity still hoped Finnick would show some interest in his mentoring duties.

"You don't actually buy that, do you?" At y/n's sounding silence, he added "Look, I know that's what you want to believe. It'd mean we might have a chance to survive in there. But that's just Finnick Odair for you: going out, screwing some people on television, you know, the usual."

The boy cut himself short, shaking his head and heading to bed. There was nothing more to the conversation, after all. Their Mentor is a slut and they'd be dead in a couple of days because of it if not for Mags' hard work with them.

Y/n headed to bed as well, but couldn't get an hour of sleep. Her body sunk in the soft mattresses with ease, heavy as a pieve of wood, but her mind was too active to let it rest. Questions swam through her head, too tired to untangle them at the moment, too worked up to stop trying. She couldn't decide what she resented the most about the seventeen years old that was her Mentor. Was it his way to occupie his time? Was it the fact that he forced an old lady to carry the whole burden of the Hunger Games?

The kids saw even less of Finnick in the last hours counting down to the beginning of the 68th Hunger Games. He made a short appearance the night before to wish them luck, but that was it. Both y/n and Sylus pretended to be asleep and didn't say anything back to him. In the morning, they found him still sleeping on the couch. Sylus sneered his way and y/n rolled her eyes, but neither tried to wake him.

"It'd make no difference," Sylus whispered, mostly to himself, but y/n nodded her agreement. The girl lost every single trace of respect she might have had for the youngest Victor the night before, when so many questions that refused to produce answers tired her enough eventually and she slept 'til noon.

They left Finnick sleeping and followed Mags to get some more training in. When the seventeen years old woke up, a note from President Snow awaited him on the coffee table. His interview with Ceasar about his Tributes, something all Mentors have to go through, was moved earlier so he can have time to meet with a couple that paid good money to have a night with him.

Closing his eyes tight and holding in a breath to muffle the groan threatening to escape his mouth, Finnick forced his face to morph that fake smile he manufactured for the Capitol and got up to ready himself for a full day.

He knew he didn't spent enough time with his kids. He barely knew their strengths and the strategy they agreed to follow in the arena. He didn't know how loved they were, if they managed to attract the Capitol's attention or not or how they did in their interviews. Because any time Finnick tried to talk with one of his clients about District Four Tributes, trying to use his nightly torture to his advantage for once and earn those kids some sponsors, they'd shush him down. Too much of a reminder for them that Finnick wasn't a shiny toy, but rather a person, a human being with a life outside their beds and responsibility for two lives in the arena.

So, he prepared himself to do what he learned to do best in the past three years. Charm his way around. It turned out, he didn't have to. Ceasar asked him trivial questions about how it feels to be a Mentor for the first time before briefing in on Sylus. The main point of their talk, though, was y/n.

"Yes, Sylus is an amazing boy. We all saw how talented he is. But let me ask you about y/n. That girl is a mystery."

"Oh?"

"A young beauty she is, the Capitol was dearly reminded of you. The smile of a winner on her lips, but is she as lethal as you were?" Ceasar's eyebrows wiggled sugestively on his face and Finnick broke into a sweat, gulping down the knot tightening in his throat.

Ceasar was known to be among the firsts to buy the service of available Victors. Not once did he booked a whole weekend with Finnick himself. Behind closed cuttains, in that dim light of lovers the seventeen years old learned to dread, the host's easy demeanor, kind smiles and encouraging comments shifted to something else. Something new and dark.

Finnick's smile started quivering. He heard from Four's escort that y/n was quite evasive at her interview. She didn't spoke about her family - or how she didn't have one, she proved to be a smooth talker, answering back with another question, directing the interview in ways she'd feel comfortable. All the while being polite and keeping a beautiful smile plastered on her face. All the while winning the audience's interest. Winning Ceasar's interest.

"Wouldn't you want to know, Ceasar, dear?" Finnick winked at the man in front of him, leading him to believe he knew more than he did, but that small remark was all he was willing to give away.

Ceasar laughed. "Well, ladies and gentlemen, we shouldn't be surprise at dear y/n's antics. It's quite clear whom she got it from."

The audience laughed along their most adored celebrity, clapping their hands like thunders. If he wasn't frozen in his spot, Finnick would have flinched and trembled. The way Ceasar spoke of the fifteen years old he was to keep safe was the same he spoke of him once upon a time when he won the cruel Games only to be thrown in crueler ones. And he didn't want to think much of it, of what it meant for y/n if she won - what if he'll jinx it? - but this was the Capitol, the city that brings his worst fears to life day after night.

So Finnick regained his posture, shook Ceasar's hand and stepped in the car waiting to bring him to his clients. There was nothing to do but to hope the girl will die, but as soon as he received calls from sponsors, fighting to pay for a new raining coat for y/n, a new weapon, water and food, the boy knew there was no hope left. So he braced himself to train y/n for one last game when she'll step out of that Arena.

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Y/n and Finnick were both standing in front of a fine wooden desk. The room they were confined into seemed to swallow them, as large as it seemed to be due to the lack of furniture and the white walls, ceiling and floor.

They haven't dared to move at all, not even to glance at each other. But, still, the two Victors mirrored one another regardless. Hands clasped together in front of them, fidgeting chaotically, plucking skin from around their nails until blood spilled and dried on their fingers. It was all the movement present in their bodies. Their legs were still, not even the slightest bump, their heads were locked looking forward, glued to the chair Snow will seat on. Even their blood barely moved, turned to ice despite the frantic beating of their hearts.

Y/n was scared of the unknown, too panicked to find sense in this meeting, yet still seething with burning anger. She imagined she'll jump on President Snow, claeing at his throat, ripping it to shreds with her bare hands as she did to some innocent kid during the Games.

All the while Finnick was slowly descending into madness, knowing what Snow will tell the girl at his side, knowing there's nothing he can do to save her, wondering if he should warn her, all while reliving the time he himself got the news the President will pimp him to the hightes bidder.

"Ah, mister Odair, miss y/n, take a seat." Snow said after he walked in silence over them to sit at his desk.

Both Victors did so mechanically.

"Congratulations are in order," Snow smiled, but it was more sinister than the bland expression he worn so far. Like a predator playing with its trapped prey. "Dear y/n here not only won, but she managed to have quite a lot of people fussing over her victory. Mister Odair, you trained her well."

The seventeen years old gulped. He hated that he could read behind the President's words so well, that he could properly hint on what he meant. He missed the days when Snow would say something like this and he'd have the same confused frown as y/n did.

"In fact, I have a couple of friends that expressed their interest in meeting the two of you. Finnick, I trust your training goes further that the arena." And there was something in his voice that made Finnick's skin crawl. For it wasn't the Games Snow talked about, but what was to come next.

"Well, Finnick, my beautiful boy, don't be rude. You are her mentor, after all. Explain to dear y/n here the etiquette she must follow."

His tongue dried, mouth opening and closing in again and again as futile attempts to for words dragged on the insufferable minutes. Eventually, he managed to break the news to her. And y/n shot back to her feet, shock, fear, disgust and, as understatement settled in, pity, playing on her face as she locked her eyes on Finnick, not daring to watch the President in these moments.

"And if I won't do it?" She lowered her voice in her chest, arms crossed in feigned bravery. She was still looking at Finnick, talking to him. Clinging to the hope that he wasn't just as much of a puppet on Snow's strings as she was, despite her knowing better now.

"Accidents happen, miss y/l/n." Snow answered. "It would be a shame if one of your loved ones fall victim to one."

"The only person I have left is myself. Are you going to kill me if I don't sleep my way around your city?"

Finnick draw in a shaky breath. He has forgotten y/n had no loved ones to be held above her head for obedience. Snow must know that, though. He knows everything. Which only means he wasn't talking to her, he was talking to him. They were bought together after all. Her refusal to deliver meant his own inability to do so.

Snow's head turned to him slowly, hypnotizing, like a snake seizing up its next victim. "If miss y/l/n refuses to comply, you will have to, my boy. But I'm afraid that is only halfway a good job. And the storms are getting worse and worse in District Four. Perhaps not enough to kill, not yet, but missing limbs and brain injuries are not that uncommon, I heard. Lack of oxygen and such, no?"

A weak "please" escaped Finnick then. "I'll do whatever you want, More clients, kinkier, anything." He'll work more, "I'll make sure the clients are so pleased they'll forget y/n wasn't there," he found himself saying outloud.

But Snow ignored him, his whole attention trained on y/n.

"Mister Odair, as your mentor and requested partner, is not only responsible, but also dependent of you, miss y/l/n."

Finnick turned his head away from y/n. He knew how pleading his gaze must be, begging the girl to understand and save his family. But he couldn't ask that of her. It was his responsibility to keep them safe, he won't make a fifteen years old girl into a Capitol's toy for his sake.

"You're gonna... you'll... but I'm the one disobeying you! Finnick did nothing wrong."

Tears welded up in Finnick's eyes as he clenched his jaws to keep the sobs at bay. He dropped to his knees, face hot with desperation, ready to beg for his family. But y/n beat him to it.

"Where are we to meet this lovely people?' She asked after a long silence. Finncik's head snapped up at her, not bothering to hide the cheeks wet with tears and the glistening upper lip from a runny nose.

"Excellent choice, dear y/n. I'm sure Finnick will answer all of your questions on your way out. Have a wonderful stay in the Capitol."

And with that, her fate was sealed, twinned as it was with Finnick's.

#finnick odair #hunger games finnick #hunger games fanfiction #finnick odair fanfic #finnick odair concept #the hunger games concept #my words #my fic

[cake-nastyy]

you know ive been playing Ratchet & Clank 3 on the side for a while and even before i got the game ive always loved Courtney Gears and ingame that has increased tenfold, and its really got me thinking about her and her motivations for joining with Dr Nefarious. Also this is just an excuse to talk about Courtney lol so this is no way me slagging her off (infact its the opposite)

Ok so we know that Courtney is a pop star and in R&C 3 she writes a song about robots rising up and “exterminating all organic life” and shes in CLOSE KAHOOTS with Dr Nefarious. Hell she even turns my man Skidd into a robot but i gotta ask, why DID Courtney become a villian and do that? and also how could have this been explored further?  Like was she hired by Dr Nefarious to make anti “squishies” propaganda songs and then bought into it herself? Was she sour that maybe she was only reaching a robot demorgraphic with her music and took the chance to take it out on organic life while getting cozy with the Doc? Was it simpley for CLOUT? Hell if Dr Nefarious’s plan worked and got rid of all organic life, did Courtney see that as a chance to bet on getting bigger than she already is in the music industry? idk i kinda wished they gave a reason for her going with the villian other than “cuz shes a vapid pop star cuz early 2000′s” Im not saying there has to be a big deep reason but, i wanna know what was in it for her as she is 100% selfish.

Also, i wouldve loved for them to really lean into her songs as her FAMOUS SONG has had me in a choke hold for weeks. Like, after u win Annihliation Nation for the first time and meet her. maybe u coulve heard her songs in cutscenes playing and Ratchets like “oh wow courtneys on the radio.. man her songs have been giving me bad vibes but i cant put my finger on it” (hinting at more implicit and hidden messages of killing all squishies) and when u find her music video and the famous Death to Squishies music video, then it could be revealed that shes in kahoots with the villian! I feel like she coulve had more of an in-game presence out side of being a trophy girl in cutscenes and we got to hear different songs from her while linking her to being a villian?

idk this is very rambley but i genuinely have alot of thoughts on Courtney and i wish she could return as a villian again. Like her music career has skyrocketed and shes out for revenge <3

#ratchet and clank #Ratchet and clank up your arsenal #courtney gears #cakey says things #this isnt me slagging her off even without all ive taked about #shes still a super cool bad guy

[finalmajorgameproject]

game research- fake news

rainbow six siege- rainbow six siege is a 5v5 multiplayer game where the players fight each other to take control. the attacking team needs to plant the bomb on the site and defend it in time for it to blow up. Whereas the defenders need to defend the site and stop the attackers from planting the bomb. Each character has there own abilities and skills that help them either take over or defend the site. he player gets to pick from a wide variety of them, each round the defenders get to pick which two sites they need to defend and the attackers get to use drones to locate where this may be to help them when they attack. I enjoy the concept of the game. it is fun and active.

Battlefield (series)- Battlefield is a game where the players are set into big groups and need to fight each other to take control of the sites on the map. The sites gives points to the teams after a while of control. The first team to a certain amount of points wins the match or the team to kill a certain amount of players on the enemy tam first wins. I enjoy the concept of the game, I prefer the game mode where its the first to a certain amount of kills. as much as I like the idea I would not add it to my concept.

Halo (series)- Halo is a game series where the player gets to play as these characters known as Spartans. The most notable one is the master chief (spartan 117). making an appearance in games such as halo infinite, Halo: Reach, Halo: Combat Evolved Anniversary, Halo 2: Anniversary, Halo 3, Halo 3: ODST and Halo 4. The halo series follows the story of the Spartans and humans against the banished (aliens). The games follow the same story and make a very unique and fascinating story. I have played some of these games and have enjoyed following the story. Especially in Halo infinite there are hidden messages and story's hidden throughout the map and game. I have played halo infinite two times and have enjoyed it each time because I missed things the first time and got to understand some small details to the story again. I also really liked some of the cinematic moments throughout the game and may look at them for inspiration.

Destiny 2- Destiny 2 is a free to play online first-person. Within the game you explore the mysteries of the solar system and u can also unlock powerful unique elemental abilities and different armor cosmetics to customise your look. I played the game to see what it was like and I did not enjoy it. I felt it was very confusing and hard to understand when I first started it. I didn't know what to do or where to go. I think that it may be a good idea for a game but I will not be using this game personally for inspiration considering its complexity to me.

counterstrike 2- counterstrike 2 is a free to play multiplayer team game where two sides (the attackers and defenders) fight against each other for sites. The attackers try to plant a bomb and let it explode and the defenders try to stop them. The game is fun to play and has a various collection of weapons that can be used by the players. The game has a semi realistic look to it as well as realistic gameplay. the developers used real gun noises for some of the guns for the objects and surroundings they hit which I believe is very interesting and cool. They did this for authenticity. I really some of the features in the game and may take some inspiration from this game to help with mine.

Titanfall 2- Titanfall 2 is a first person shooter game that can be played online or you can play the single player campaign. the story follows the story of jack cooper and BT-7274. they help to win a war against the Interstellar Manufacturing Corporation and help the Frontier Militia. This game is very fun and enjoyable to play along and I also think I will take inspiration from some parts of it considering it is similar to what I want to make. two sides of a war and you fight the enemy side to win as the good guys.

war thunder- War thunder is one of the biggest multiplayer online games featuring military vehicles and wars. In War Thunder, aircraft, attack helicopters, ground forces and naval vessels collaborate in realistic competitive battles. This is the only game that I have not played in my research but from what I have seen from the video I had watched seemed pretty fun. I like the idea of being in a plane in battle more than the tank or boat. so I may look at the game more for inspiration if my project goes more into that direction.

I looked at these games to help me get more ideas and inspiration for my project, Looking at games with similar themes and objectives and similar to my project concept helps to generate ideas for mine.

[s-the-seething-songbird-2]

Logs for Thomas, Part 2: #3

Song currently stuck in my head: "Call Me Master" by Blood on the Dance Floor

So, I want to get this explanation out of the way because I don't want to give the impression that there's some hidden agenda on my end:

I know that, in the past, we've used song recommendations as a way to secretly relay to one another how we're feeling in general or about each other. Me adding what song is stuck in my head in each of these logs is not me attempting to do that again. I'm not sure I've ever mentioned this to you, but I always have a song stuck in my head. All the time. Every second of every day. I thought this was normal and that everyone experienced this, but recently, I've learned that it isn't. Only a small portion of people experience this, and no one knows why. So, documenting it here is reliable a way for me to gather more data on a steady timeline and see if I can figure it out. (Also, it means there's a fun "theme" to these, and maybe you'll find some new bangers on here (or something cringy to laugh at when you're bored).)

So, to answer your question, no, the act of me referencing this song has nothing to do with what happened between us, nor is it intended to be any kind of "secret message". If you struggle with obsessive thoughts in the way that I do, PLEASE don't drive yourself crazy trying to read into it. Yes, I still care about you immensely, and yes, the time we had together all those years ago was very meaningful to me, but I'm not trying to "win" you back.

Also, unrelated, but Dahvie Vanity (the main singer of BOTDF) is a fucking creep, and I hope he goes to jail. I do not like that this song is the one my brain decided to play because it reminds me of all of the disgusting shit that guy did and how he STILL hasn't been served justice (thanks, Chris Hansen, for making it even harder for the detectives to do their job /s). If you know anything about him, you probably hate him, too. You get it.

Anyway, with that out of the way, there's something really important that I wanted to bring to your attention: my mood swings are INTENSE. That log about being in Nondescript Holiday Store(TM) was written when I was in a really bad one. That song triggered the f u c k out of me, and I wasn't handling it well.

Everything that I wrote in that log was true, but I don't typically feel it as strongly as I do when I'm in one of Those Moods, if that makes sense. I do miss you, I do wish you were back, and you, Shay, Jack, and I could all be friends again. But I really am living my best life, and all things considered, I have moved on. You know, as moved on as I can be because apparently I can't let anything go and it's really embarrassing.

My boyfriend wants me to hang out with him before bed, which is something he and I typically do around this time, so I'm signing off, but please keep what I said in mind.

G'night!

- S

#logs for thomas #10/10/23

[rinkrats]

🥺 that mike lange story. But also those tags #sid loooves christmas #he loves giving presents #looks good in red #piles on the pounds fast #post hockey career as santa 😂😂👌🏽👌🏽

he loves his mementos and presents and is COMMITTED to them. scrapbooking. matching jackets. little pills with hidden motivational messages~*~ his love language is gifts and neck smooches and stalking geno. relevant right now are some anecdotes i sent a friend earlier this year for dorky sid gifts fic fodder:

1. Crosby's constant thoughtfulness would be impressive from anyone, much less someone of his stature.

"Sid always texts me happy birthday, he's always asking me like, how's Russia?" Evgeni Malkin said. "We talk and message all summer. He asks me how my skates are. He knows, like, everything. He follows my Instagram, I think (laughs)."

In addition to having a handle on those little details, Crosby is constantly providing those around him with memories and mementos. If the team is on the road and goes, say, sightseeing or to a sporting event and takes a group photo, Crosby will later send a framed copy to everyone.

When Ron Hextall and Brian Burke watched their first Penguins game in person, Crosby is the one who approached head equipment manager Dana Heinze and asked for two used game pucks to give to the new GM and president of hockey ops. 

After the Penguins won in 2009, Crosby had jackets made for the three players on the team who had scored a Cup-clinching goal in Game 7: Talbot (Pittsburgh), Ruslan Fedotenko (Tampa Bay) and Mike Rupp (New Jersey).

"They were blue jackets with gold buttons, and each one had a patch on it that said 'GWG Game 7,'" Talbot said. "At one of our first team meals the next season, he presented us with the jackets and did a big ceremony with the music and stuff. We had a private room in the restaurant. I still have the jacket."

-The Consummate Teammate, Captain and Ambassador, Feb 2021

2. Merz: My first interaction with Sid was when we were on the bench, guys were talking about a teammate, and the first thing this 15-year-old says is, “Hey, guys. Let’s keep everything positive. Don’t talk about your teammates that way.”

Salcido: When we were getting ready for nationals, he found these little pills that you could put a hidden message inside. They unscrewed, and inside was a tiny scroll. He gave one to every teammate. … He had everyone fill one out. He didn’t tell anyone what to write, but he made it known that we all knew what the goal was: winning nationals. So we wrote on our scrolls, rolled them up and put them in the pill thing. We kept them with us everywhere we went.

-‘Is this real?’: Stories of Sidney Crosby’s year at a Minnesota prep school, May 2020

3. On “Butterfly Boy” Jonathan Pitre:

Though the Senators are his team, Sidney Crosby has always been Jonny’s favourite player. After the TSN documentary airs, Tina gets a call from the Penguins. Sid needs Jonny’s measurements. He wants to have a suit made for him by his personal tailor, Domenico Vacca.

“It’s the kindest, sweetest gesture,” Tina says. “Sid heard that Jonny went to a lot of games, so he wants him to look like he’s one of the guys.”

“I want him to feel like a pro,” Crosby says. “Here’s a guy who is going through something so painful, and his first thought is always, ‘How can I help others?’ When I was young, I’d watch on TV the players coming to the rink in their suits. That was a cool part of being an NHL player. I want him to feel that, to make it as real as possible for him.”

Tina tries to discreetly measure Jonny while she’s changing his dressings. But he’s way too smart for that.

“Um, Mom, why are you measuring me? Am I going for surgery again?” he asks.

“No, no!” Tina replies, trying to reassure him and come up with a good lie, all in the same breath. “The doctor needs them just to make sure they have proper dressings next time you are in.”

A few weeks later, the sharp navy blue suit shows up at their front door, along with a couple of ties, an autographed stick and a handwritten letter from Sid. 

“His eyes just light up,” Tina says. “Jonny always liked to be well-dressed, and he just loves having his own suit. It fits perfectly. He looks so good in it.”

-Beauties by James Duthie (2020)

4. Pascal Dupuis inspired his Pittsburgh Penguins teammates on their run to the Stanley Cup, and Sidney Crosby found a special way of driving that message home.

Dupuis retired in December with lingering health concerns because of blood clots. Despite his NHL playing days coming to an end, the veteran forward remained an integral part of the Penguins and was in uniform to hoist the Cup after Pittsburgh's six-game win against the San Jose Sharks in the Stanley Cup Final.

On Sunday, Dupuis brought the Cup home one last time as a player to share a special day with his family, friends and hometown fans.

"Yes, it does feel bittersweet a little bit," Dupuis said. "You get the Cup, you want to celebrate. But at the same time I got a gift by the mail [Saturday]. Basically, it's a book of all the pictures of all the good stuff we went through. It came from Nova Scotia, so you guys can figure out who it came from (Crosby), but he couldn't give it to me during the season, he saw me skating a little bit.

"And he sent it [Saturday], before my day with the Cup, so he knew what he was doing to get me right here," Dupuis said, putting his fist over his heart.

-Pascal Dupuis shares Stanley Cup with family, friends, Aug 2016

5. In 2011, Crosby was out of the lineup with a concussion, and the Penguins made their annual visit to Children’s Hospital.

Crosby got along so well with one boy there and was so touched that he later asked Bullano to go back... just the two of them, no cameras, no attention.

When Bullano and Crosby met for the follow-up visit, Crosby appeared clutching a pair of Toys “R” Us bags, filled with a Transformer toy the two had discussed.

“He literally bought every type of this toy they make,” Bullano said. “[Crosby] had never seen it before and thought it was so cool.

“There are no pictures of this. There’s no video. He was laying in the bed with the kid. They were just playing. We were there for over two hours. I got to know the mom really well because we were just sitting there.

“The kid had no idea. Didn’t expect it. They had no idea he was coming. We got there and he said, ‘Hey buddy. hope you don’t mind that I came back.’ The kid couldn’t believe it.

“[Crosby’s] crazy cool about stuff like that.”

What’s crazy is trying to recount the many times stuff like this has happened with Crosby:

• The Little Penguins Learn to Play program has been around for nine seasons, outfitting now 1,200 kids with free head-to-toe hockey equipment. Not only does Crosby serve as the face of the program — which the NHL has now adopted — but he helps fund it, too.

“There’s an awareness of what a person in his position can bring,” Penguins vice president of communications Tom McMillan said. “I think he activates that as much as anybody I’ve seen during his playing career.”

• After a recent practice, Crosby noticed a local family in the Penguins dressing room, approached them, introduced himself, learned their story and wound up giving them a signed stick.

Nobody asked Crosby to do that, and he wanted zero credit when discussing it a couple days later.

“For people who have the opportunity to come in here, people dealing with certain things, if you can brighten their day a bit or spend some time with them, it’s something that’s special for all of us,” Crosby said.

• A few years ago, through a team charity event, Crosby befriended a 4-year-old Amish boy with cancer. Crosby remarked to Bullano how much he loved talking to the boy because of how engaging the boy was and how he wasn’t consumed with technology. Crosby even tried to visit the boy but learned he had passed away.

• He learns the first and last names of the kids who attend his hockey school in Cole Harbour, Nova Scotia.

“Two kids came from Japan its first year,” Bullano recalled. “He was so blown away by that. He couldn’t wait to meet them.”

• Earlier this season, the Penguins welcomed Grant Chupinka, 24-year-old cancer patient, into the dressing room. Crosby chatted up Grant and his parents, Steve and Kim.

He spent his usual time — about two or three times the requirement. Gave the tour. Then found out the Chupinkas didn’t have tickets for that night’s game and decided he would pay for them to go.

“I’m sure he could just give them an autographed puck or something, but he takes his time to go out and see them and talk to them and get to know them,” Brian Dumoulin said. “It speaks volumes for him and who he is as a person.”

Spend any length of time with Crosby during his visits with those less fortunate, and a few things become obvious.

One, Crosby is really good at these. Smooth but not in a slimy way. Sweet. You know how when you’re around someone talking and they go out of their way to make eye contact with everyone around? That’s Crosby.

He’s also humble, always introducing himself like those he’s meeting don’t already know. Holding a hand is no issue. And Crosby is the rare 20-something pro athlete without kids who acts every bit like he does.

“It is not an easy situation to talk to someone with terminal cancer,” McMillan said. “A lot of people couldn’t do that. He has an amazing ability to do that and make that person feel good.”

Crosby has welcomed several Make-a-Wish kids and tries, if at all possible, to schedule such events for practice days — to maximize the time he’s able to spend.

He’s developed a special friendship with Patrick McIlvain, a soldier who nearly died when he took a bullet to the head in Afghanistan. McIlvain actually does physical therapy with one of Crosby’s sticks.

A former club hockey player at Cal U, McIlvain comes by every year, and the Penguins don’t even bother to tell Crosby. Either he already knows or immediately stops what he’s doing to come say hello.

“He’s not doing it to leave a legacy,” said Terry Kalna, Penguins vice president of sales and broadcasting. “His numbers leave the legacy. He’s just a down-to-Earth, good guy.”

Before a visit, Crosby has Bullano email him what is essentially a scouting report on who he’s going to meet. He likes to learn about them, their situation and what they’ve been through. As much information as he can ingest. Crosby never just swoops in, shake a hand and leave.

“As much as anyone has ever seen, he accepts the responsibilities of being not just a professional athlete but a star professional athlete,” McMillan said. “He views it as part of the job. Like coming to the morning skate. That’s just what you do.”

Put another way, “he owns those moments,” says Kalna.

Said Bullano, “He’s just a good human being.”

-When it comes to giving, Sidney Crosby does as much as he can, Feb 2017

6. When Crosby received a generous signing bonus on his Reebok deal, he wanted to share it with everyone.

“He gave everyone on the bus gifts,”  says Oceanic radio commentator Michel Germain. “Him sharing his bonus with all the people he’d been travelling with for two years, that impresses me greatly. I think the most important thing about Sidney Crosby is his personality and the kind of human being he is. What he exuded. The inner richness he’d already developed.” 

-Superstitious and generous, Dec 2006

7. also this simply because it makes me ;w;

Even in defeat — no, especially in defeat — Sidney Crosby proved why he wears the "C" for the Penguins.

After the game, with his heart sinking and his season over, the Penguins’ captain bent over, sank to the ice to pick up the puck, took it to linesman Tony Sericolo and then skated to his team’s handshake line.

I immediately thought of a View from Ice Level I’d written on Crosby making sure a retiring official was sent away from PPG Paints Arena properly. I knew picking up the puck wasn’t for the same reason that was, but I also knew, in some way, it was connected to Crosby’s awareness and respect of the game.

“It was for the Islanders,” Crosby told me after the game, his eyes swollen from a first round exit – by way of a sweep to make it worse. He told me how the winning team always wanted the puck, and it was his way of providing it for the Islanders.

Crosby looked me right in the eye as he told me this, just as he did with every other member of the media to come to him after the loss.

I could tell from those swollen eyes and the way he sat at his stall, by himself with his hands folded as he stared blankly, that Sidney Crosby is much more used to being on the receiving end of a puck when a series ends than he is at retrieving it for the winning team.

That scene. His swollen eyes. Staying in the locker room until most had left – talking to anyone who needed him. Most of all, though, picking up the puck that prompted my question in the first place and making sure the right people got their piece of their own history.

It all adds up to one thing: In victory and in defeat, Crosby respects the game above all else – just as he’s always done.

-Even in defeat, Crosby shines, April 2019

#anyway this was a nice walk down memory lane after the disastrous game rip #sidney crosby #pittsburgh penguins #hockey #text

[damienthepious]

i would sell u to satan for One Comment. pfft dklfsldkjf hello please enjoy my little fic lalala

Missive

[ao3]

Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast

Relationship: Lord Arum/Sir Damien/Rilla

Characters: Sir Damien, Rilla, Lord Arum

Additional Tags: Second Citadel, Lizard Kissin’ Tuesday, Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, Polyamory, (which like DUH but also), (it's. specifically the context. idk how to. ah whatever just read it.), Kissing, very mild angst, Implied Sexual Content, rilla hooligan hours!!!

Summary: Lord Arum cannot join Damien and Rilla in much of their lives. Luckily, they are all of them too clever to let that stop them from sharing as much as they possibly can.

Notes: this Possessed me. it did not exist this morning, and now it does. oops! uh, enjoy?? ghjgkdjfk love u happy lkt <3<3<3

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It leaves an ache deep in Damien's chest, the reality which must, for the sake of all of their safety, keep Lord Arum tucked away from his and Rilla's lives in the Citadel. That reality dictates that Damien's home must be kept distant from his lily, that he may not even speak Arum's name or acknowledge his existence for fear of bringing danger to all that Damien loves. It aches, and perhaps it would only ache if Sir Damien were left with his own instincts and sorrow and guilt to guide him, but-

Early on, Rilla comes to meet him on a break (he has convinced the Queen to allow him guard duty again, despite the cast on his arm), on the pretense of checking his injuries and bringing him medication for the pain. She takes his hand, and with a grin that Damien could not argue against even if he wanted to, she tugs him into a side room, small and private.

"What-"

She leans dangerously close, tilts his chin up with a knuckle while her grin slips to a smirk, and then she leans down, pressing their lips together in a tender, fierce sort of kiss, ending with a sharp little bite on his bottom lip. He gasps softly as she pulls away, her other hand tangled playfully in his curls, and when he blinks his eyes back open she laughs at the look on his face.

"Arum wanted me to pass that along," she says slyly, nuzzling against his cheek. "And here's one from me, too."

She tugs his hair gently to angle his head back, and then she kisses him once more, warm and undeniable and stunning his mind completely blank.

She laughs again as he slowly blinks back to himself, holding her close in his arms and murmuring something that might either be a prayer or a line of verse (not even Damien himself is certain, just at the moment), and then she cups his cheek with a softer, fonder smile.

"Rilla," he breathes, and he can imagine, just for a heartbeat, Arum's heat at his back, Arum's arms curling gentle and certain around the both of them. "Oh, oh love, I-"

"I know," she says, stroking her thumb over his cheek. "I know I can't keep you for long, I just wanted to make sure I got that very important message to you." She winks, and Damien laughs helplessly. She leans a little closer, then, her lips teasing at the line of his jaw. "Any return message you'd like to send back with me, Sir Poet?"

Damien laughs again, both at her words and at the nearly tickling touch of her lips against his skin.

He considers, for a moment, humming lightly as he holds Rilla snugly against his chest, and then he nods.

"An equally crucial one, certainly," he says, his voice sonorous with mock-severity. "I am quite confident I can entrust you with delivering a missive of such grave import."

Her eyes spark with delight, her lips pressing together to bury the full force of her enthusiasm. "On my honor, oh brave Sir Knight," she purrs, utterly indulgent.

"But first, my forever-flower," he murmurs, and then he leans up, peppering her cheeks with sweet, gentle kisses until she laughs, and then he captures her own lips properly, and the way she giggles even into the kiss is as dear and right as home. "First, only for you," he finishes, murmuring soft, and she smiles so warm that it makes his heart stumble.

"You are so sweet sometimes that it drives me crazy," she says, teasing over an edge of heat as she squeezes her arms around him.

"I hope I shall drive our lily to quite the same distraction," Damien admits, and then he schools his expression mock-serious again. "Now, for my message in kind..."

Damien curls his injured arm carefully tight around the small of her back, trails his other hand slowly up her spine until he can cradle the back of her head (he imagines Rilla mirroring him, tracing a line up the center of Arum's back, imagines the way the monster will shiver and hiss in response), and then he pulls her gently down into the kiss.

He tries to pour out the whole of his affection, tender and lingering against Rilla's lips, teasing only gentle with his tongue, delicate in just the way he knows will make their monster go breathless and wild when Rilla echoes this kiss in his arms.

When their lips part, he presses his forehead against her own, leaving his eyes closed with a sigh.

"Saints," Rilla breathes, and Damien can hear the grin in her voice. "Y'know, I was planning on trying to get some work done today, but after that-"

Damien laughs. "It was not my intention at all to thwart your plans, my love, but- well, I do not foresee you escaping from our lily's arms for quite some time after you deliver that particular note."

"Oh no," she says, utterly sarcastic. "How awful for me, not at all a complete fucking win that I'll have to find a way to pay you back for sometime."

"Certainly," Damien hums warmly. "Of course not, my flower."

They cling for a little while longer, mutually reluctant for as long as they can justify, until eventually they manage to pry themselves apart, kissing once more before they each retreat to their respective responsibilities. This time, however, the parting does not leave Damien awash with that sense of inevitable heartsick loneliness. He cannot see his lily here, in his Citadel. He cannot even speak of that beloved half of his heart, but-

Arum's mind lingers on Damien, even distant. Enough so to whisper affection into Rilla's ear to bring with her, to bring along to Damien. And Rilla will bear his own affection back, to reassure their monster of their love in the moments they cannot share in truth.

Arum cannot join them in the Citadel, not as the world exists currently, but-

Damien and Rilla both carry Lord Arum with them, regardless. In their hearts, in their hands, on their lips, in the love they share with each other. Even distant, their love persists. Even hidden.

Sir Damien stands stalwart at his post, dutiful for the rest of the day, and his lips tingle and his mind drifts with buzzing affection as he devises some rather pleasant ideas regarding future messages to pass between his loves, and he does not need to brace beneath his yearning while his mind is so much more gently occupied.

Lord Arum nuzzles affection into the back of his neck to carry along the next time he leaves the Keep, arms wound snug around his chest, and Damien enthusiastically carries that warmth with him until he can surprise Rilla between appointments the next morning, making her squeak and giggle when Damien nips gently at the back of her neck.

Rilla shocks him into a yelp with her hand on his backside just outside the barracks, cackling laughter and deflecting all blame to the monster for the slap until Damien laughs as well, already strategizing a volley in return.

Arum pins him against the wall the moment he enters the Keep, echoing Amaryllis' teasing words to soften the news that she will be too busy to join them that evening.

Rilla graces him with Arum's kiss in the market square, surrounded by laughter and light, and he returns a kiss to be delivered in the dim-lit safety of the Keep, and for only a moment, he can feel Lord Arum's scaled palm, settled soft over their own clasped hands.

They weave affection between them, passing hands and tongues and whispers, and whenever any two of them are removed from their third, they breathe their distant love to each other regardless, memory and intent and shared devotion, love murmured from lip to lip to lip to lip, notes folded and refolded, softened by affectionate caressing and made ever more beautiful. And always, every time, the love they carry between them is sealed with a kiss.

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Chapter 57: Purgatory Reunion (IX) {cw: torture}

At this moment, Qi Leren’s shock was completely written on his face, and this surprise and shock sent the wrong message—Ning Zhou's hand trembled and suddenly let go.

"Wait!" Qi Leren realized that he had made a mistake and quickly took Ning Zhou's hand. "I was just a little surprised. I didn't mean it. I'm, I'm very happy."

This joy was sincere. Although Qi Leren thought this progress was too fast, unexpectedly, he didn't want to refuse, but thought that this was also quite good. They had experienced too many separations and tortures, so these people who loved each other should be together. Besides, he had already received Ning Zhou's ring—one on his tombstone at Undead Island and one on his left hand when he’d woken up in the tree tomb. He had also wished to give this heart to Ning Zhou in return—in the letter he’d written to Ning Zhou that was not received.

"Really?" Ning Zhou asked.

Qi Leren nodded hard: "Really!"

Ning Zhou smiled; the gloom in his heart immediately dissipated, and the uncontrollable thought of wanting to destroy everything quietly sank to the bottom again.

Qi Leren was still looking at him, and his brown eyes were a little uneasy, but there wasn’t even the slightest reluctance, which convinced Ning Zhou that he really was willing.

The person he loved had returned to him with the same strong and meaningful emotions. Even if God didn't bless them, they were still inseparable.

This thought had given him peace of mind, and his world was no longer withering and dead at last. The warm sunshine illuminated this barren land and made him reborn.

So he took his hand again and walked forward firmly.

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The underground casino mentioned by the contact Celia was located in a remote part of the lower Underground Ant City. The rail cars weren’t directly connected to the lower part of the city, so Qi Leren and Ning Zhou had to get off the bus outside it and enter on foot.

The chaos of the Underground Ant City became more and more prominent in the lower city. Within the boundary of the upper city, there was at least a basic order, and there were few violent conflicts in the streets. However, when the two entered the lower city, the world they could see was almost a hell: dirty old streets, ragged pedestrians, and eyes that were numb or malicious... In the shadows of the street corners, Qi Leren even saw several bodies, which seemed to be an inescapable element of this place.

There was the scent of blood in the air, and Qi Leren's five senses had been enhanced after breaking the shell. The consequence of a keen sense of smell was that he could smell these unpleasant smells more easily than before.

Following the clue given by Celia, the two people who were dressed in disguises came all the way to the underground casino. The skinny doorman standing by the entrance secretly glanced at the two strange guests wearing masks. The tall one stood straight and was out of place in the lower city. The shorter one was dressed in an exaggerated sexy leather coat, and glanced at him and gave him a tip of copper coins.

The doorman hurriedly pushed open the door, and with its opening, the bloody and absurd world behind the door appeared.

It was like a greedy beast driven by desire, constantly devouring life.

Both human beings and demons became confused once they entered this trap, would lose their senses, bet everything on their person, and be ruined.

The world behind the door was a crimson hell, and the strong scent of blood made the people who had just set foot inside hold their breath. The floor of this dark underground casino was soaked with a layer of blood! Stepping a foot down, the sticky blood splashed on his shoes, and even slowly seeped in, and the sticky and disgusting feeling made Qi Leren's hair stand upright.

Crazy cries echoed in this dark underground world. Both humans and demons stared at the chips on the table excitedly, and went crazy whether they won or lost.

There was also a gambler who was being punished in the corner of the casino. He was stripped naked and hung upside down from the ceiling. Several lower demons laughed and urged him to bet: "There’s a 'leg' missing, will the next one be the left leg or the right leg!"

The gambler who had fainted from the severe pain of castration had a bowl of pain-killing medicine poured down his throat, and he choked up with tears, whining and groaning.

A little hellhound knelt in the pool of blood, licking its lips and excitedly watching the blood bubbling up between the legs of a castrated gambler. Fresh blood was as delicious as wine for demons.

"I bet my left leg! Left leg! Betting high! This one must win!" The gambler who had been called back by the pungent demon blood widened his bloodshot eyes and shouted at the top of his lungs.

The dice on the gambling table were lifted, and the gambler's fanatical expression instantly solidified on his face.

The demons smiled grimly, and cut off one of his legs. The gambler screamed hysterically, but he only got a casual glance from the other gamblers. They laughed and laughed at the unlucky goner who had lost everything, and didn’t feel that every time they bet, they were moving closer to him.

Ning Zhou frowned, and all the absurdity and depravity here made his skin crawl. This wasn’t the first time he had come to the demons’ territory, nor the worst place he had ever seen, but...

Ning Zhou looked at Qi Leren beside him. His face was hidden behind half a mask, showing his tight mouth. From his body language, his mood at the moment was just as heavy and tense.

However, when a scantily clad female dealer came up to them, Qi Leren’s manner changed immediately.

In a moment, Qi Leren half turned, and committedly took his arm. He looked up and whispered in his ear: "You keep quiet, let me ask about things."

Ning Zhou's ears turned red, and he couldn't help but feel glad that the lights here were dim enough. However, Qi Leren, who had already broken his shell, could completely see his red ears and shouted “cute!” in his heart.

The dealer stood in front of the two men. She should have stood closer, but these two gays may not welcome her approach, so she politely asked, "Is this your first time here?"

"Why, are we not welcome?" Qi Leren's voice changed. Although it was still a male voice, it was more delicate and feminine than ordinary men. The deliberately drawn out tone was full of ambiguous dissatisfaction.

"How can that be?" the dealer quickly apologized. "What do the two of you want to play?"

Qi Leren pointed to the table with the most people: "Let's play whatever’s there."

The dealer led the two men to go forward with light steps, her slender high heels sticking on the foul blood.

The gambler who was being punished in the corner had already lost his legs. He was put down, whining and crawling in the pool of blood. The little hellhound opened its mouth and bit his wound. The lower demons laughed and talked over their glasses while urging it on.

"Whether I bet big or small, you double your chips and bet against me," Qi Leren whispered to Ning Zhou.

Behind his mask, Ning Zhou looked puzzled.

"Believe me, getting rich depends on this trick." Qi Leren showed a weak smile.

“……”

The dealer handed them exchange chips and enthusiastically helped two people place their bets. In her eyes, the two men were really strange. Not because they were wearing masks, but because...

"Low." This person wearing a half-mask casually gathered a few chips and carelessly threw them into the low area.

The dealer silently turned her attention to the other person, and sure enough, the man put double chips in another area.

The other gamblers at the table made random bets, and no one noticed this slightly weird scene.

The dice rolled, and the result was self-evident.

The chips in front of the man wearing a half-mask decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the chips in front of his companion were increasing. After several rounds, he finally felt bored. He pointed to the chips in front of the two of them and motioned for the dealer to put them away. He held the man's arm and whispered with him, and he also giggled.

As if he was aware of the dealer's sight, he turned his face slightly, and his eyes hidden behind the mask swept over her coldly, but there was a charming smile on his mouth: "I don't like you looking at my man with eyes like that. Next time you look at him like this, I’ll dig them out."

"I'm sorry." The dealer immediately lowered her head, intently looking at her blood-stained feet, and never looked at the two men.

"Good girl. This is a reward for learning politeness." The man stuffed a chip into her bra and laughed maliciously. "When I look closer, your makeup is really thick. I’ll remind you that your facial features are really not suited for this kind of heavy makeup."

With that said, he returned to the man's side and he muttered a few words.

The dealer kept her head down and let herself be silenced under the strong aura of these two men. 

"By the way, I want to ask you about someone." The man wearing a half-mask lazily uttered a name.

The witness had been a frequent visitor to this underground casino, and he is also the last person to see the illusionist. He had claimed to have met the Illusionist who wore women’s clothing in this underground casino. After that, both the Illusionist and this person disappeared, and even the informants who came to verify had disappeared.

It was risky to ask directly. Qi Leren didn't expect to get the answer he wanted from an ordinary dealer. He just wanted to test how deep the water here was.

"I’ve heard the name... but I haven’t served him before. Let me ask for you?" the dealer asked carefully.

"Sure."

So the two men sat down in front of a coffee table in a quiet corner of the underground casino, and there was no overwhelming scent here. Qi Leren just squeezed into the same sofa with Ning Zhou—he had a very honest reason: it was so that they could quietly communicate at any time.

The female dealer who had just left came back with a tall male dealer. He looked like a higher-up and his face was reserved and arrogant: "Hello, I heard you’re looking for someone?"

"Trying to find a friend," Qi Leren said lightly.

"He hasn't come for several days. Maybe he walked into the pub and couldn’t climb back out." The dealer seems to be familiar with the missing witness, but his tone was full of the coldness and indifference particular to this place.

"Which pub?" Qi Leren asked carelessly.

The male dealer's expression changed slightly. He asked with slight suspicion: "Aren't you his friend?"

A mistake, he had said the wrong thing. Cold sweat flowed down Qi Leren, and Ning Zhou held his hand tightly.

Qi Leren's nervous brain was running at a rapid speed, and he switched from a state of casual handling to a state of first-level alert. He had to round up his words and at least explain why he was a "friend" of that person, knowing the underground casino he loved but not the pub he loved.

"Friend?" Qi Leren's smile was even more fake. The deep ridicule and disgust beneath it were completely written in his smile. "Can you call someone who doesn’t pay back his debt a friend?"

The male dealer suddenly realized that he was a debt collector.

This wasn’t surprising. In this place full of gamblers, the debts of this group of people added up to an extremely horrible number, which was enough for them to sell everything they owned, whether it was their wives, their children, or their own bodies.

"I heard that he often comes here. It's a pity. If he used the time he spent gambling here to sell his ass instead, he wouldn't owe so much." Qi Leren dragged out an ambiguous sound and looked at the gambler amidst the crowd in the distance. His smile grew colder. "Or does the fool prefer to lose his hands and feet here, but doesn't want to work hard to pay his debts?"

The two dealers also looked at the man. He had already lost his legs and arms, leaving only a bare head hanging from his neck as he slowly died in a pool of blood. The demons around him were cutting his tongue and belly, and choosing the best parts from the blood-covered table.

The light steps of a woman came from behind them.

Qi Leren didn't look back, but Ning Zhou did, looking at the shameless woman.

The two dealers stood up from their chairs together and said respectfully, "Manager."

The female manager took a few steps forward again, gave Qi Leren an appraising look, and saw his slightly exposed leather coat from his half-mask, and then saw his boots covered with silver ornaments.

"Mr. Red?" Her face pulled into a grandiose smile, "is it really you? I haven't heard from you for a long time."

Qi Leren was startled. Red? How could this fake identity he had fabricated while undercover with the Slaughter Secret Society have acquaintances in Underground Ant City? He had never seen this woman at all.

"The Mrs is waiting for you, please be sure to join us."

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busy boys.

request: hello! im pretty new to this like ask thingy.. but i really really like your writing so much! especially the tatsuya one! can i request like an angst with aomine or seijuro being too busy with their practices and games that the reader is very neglected so she feels sad about it and it ends with a nsfw? like a make up scene? thank u so much!

# tags: scenarios; current relationships; aged up; angst; smut; maybe some fluff; nsfw

warnings: mention of sex or sexual activities; semi-public sex, tits play, dirty talk, hair pulling, blow/handjob, praise kink, pet names

includes: female reader ft. daiki aomine & seijuurou akashi {knb}

author’s note: thank youuuuuu so much :(((

— DAIKI

“Y/N-chan?” You turned to look at Momoi who approached you. “Do you... have a moment?”

“Sure, Momoi-chan.” You smiled gently and then grabbed her hand to move closer to the window, ‘cause you don’t want to disturb the other students who were walking at the hall. “What happened?”

“I know we’re all busy by final exams right now, but... It’s about Dai-kun...” She started shyly, and you sighed tiredly. ��I feel like we’re in first grade once again! Daiki doesn’t come to trainings again. He’s rude to other students and managers. Could you please... Could you please talk to him? We have an important game against Shuutoku soon and we need to train to get it right. If Daiki-kun doesn’t start coming to training, the trainer will get upset on all of us...” She said sadly, and you nodded, understanding the problem.

“Recently we have... quiet days with Daiki.” You sighed and the pink-haired girl looked up at you in shock. “But I’ll talk to him, of course. I’ll do what I can, Momoi.”

“Thank you, really.” She breathed a sigh of relief, then took your hand. “Today we’re training again, so Daiki should be on the roof after classes. Let’s hope he agrees to come. He may even be late, but it’s important that he shows up on gym. It will mean a lot to our team.”

You nodded, smiling warmly at her. You said again that after lessons you would go talk to the ace of the squad, then you said ‘Goodbye’ to her and went to your class for Japanese literature lesson. Of course, you were planning in your head how to ask Aomine to play with the team again. 

{ ･ﾟ✧ }

You packed your books to your bag and then left the classroom. One of your close friends asked if you wanted to come back with her, but you refused, saying that you need to talk to your boyfriend.

So, without waiting for anything, you made your way to the roof of Touou High School. Fortunately, the weather was nice and there was no wind, so you smiled a little as you felt the pleasant rays of the sun on your face. But then you quickly reached the ladder to climb onto the next, much smaller roof. This is where Daiki usually slept; no matter if he should be in class or training.

And, of course, he slept there, safe and sound, immensely content and as if not worried about the consequence. You coughed softly, grabbing the attention of the basketball player.

“Oi. Y/N.” He said, then closed his eyes again. “Satsuki sent you to me?”

“So mean.” You grunted as you put your hand on your hip. “Why don’t you go to training again? What happened?”

“Nothing’s wrong. I just don’t want. I’m bored there.” He replied lowly, yawning.

“And yet, when you have free time, you play alone on the basketball court in the park and you won’t even write to me, asking if I would like to go out with you. You can’t fool me, do you know that? You still love basketball, you just don’t have a good opponent once again. And that’s funny because you’re going to be playing another match soon. Interestingly, supposedly this will be the Midorima-kun’s team. Without training, I don’t think you can handle his and Takao-kun’s three-point shoots.”

“I can handle it. I always win.” He muttered, and you chuckled under your breath, shaking your head in disbelief.

“I don’t think so, but fine. What do I have to do to get you to training. You worry your friend and the rest of the team.” You took a deep breath as you looked at the orange-yellow sun. “I just want you to spend more time with people who like and love you.”

“I don’t know Y/N. Maybe if you gave me a blowjob I would go, but now let me sleep. I’m so fucking tired.” He still had his eyes closed, so he didn’t see your disgusted expression, but after a while you clicked your tongue.

‘I promised Momoi. I promised Momoi. I promised Momoi. I’m doing it for Momoi-chan. Only for Momoi-chan.’ You kept repeating in your head, taking off the panties that were hidden under your navy blue skirt. You quickly put them in the school bag, which you placed gently on the ground. And then you walked towards Aomine, almost on stiff legs, begging no one to climb onto the roof.

Then you sat on your boyfriend’s thighs and immediately took off his pants. Your movements woke Aomine who opened one eye.

“I can’t believe you want to do this.”

“I’m not giving you a blowjob, you disgusting bastard.” You grunted as you finally removed his pants and boxers. You quickly grabbed his huge dick in your hand. “After that you go to training, do you understand?” You snarled as you moved forward. You guided the head of his thicc cock at your entrance, then slowly fell down, moaning. You closed your mouth quickly with one hand. Daiki, on the other hand, smiled as he caught your hips.

“If you do it right, I can go to training.”

“You little bitch.” You grunted as you tugged on his tie. “You have to go to training and to the match with team.”

“Only if you’ll ride my cock well, doll. Show me how much you care about it, then I’ll think about it.” He smiled disgustingly as he allowed himself to unbutton your uniform shirt. “Oi, oi. Is it for me?” He asked, running a finger over the white, delicate lace. “Cute.”

You jumped on the boy’s thighs, riding him calmly. “Why haven’t you been writing to me in the last few days?” You asked softly while purring at the pleasant touch of your boyfriend’s hand on your chest.

“I don’t know, I’ve been busy.”

“Busy with playing on court with your own stupid ass, basketball lover?” You were teasing.

“Shut up.” He growled as he tucked his fingers under your bra. After a while you felt his fingers squeeze both of your tits. You rested your own forehead on his shoulder, still rolling your hips. After a while, however, your moves became faster, almost desperate, and your boobs jumped in his hands, bringing a smile to his tanned face.

A second later, a warm tongue wrapped around one of the hard nipple, and your walls tightened on the basketball player’s cock, making him grow throaty.

“Basketball lover likes it when his girlfriend rides his cock, huh?” You laughed, tugging at his hair and causing his face to look straight at yours. “If you will be a polite, big boy and you don’t let me down, I’ll do that more often.”

“Stop teasing me.”

“Why?” You pulled on him even tighter, still jumping on his narrow hips. “Don’t you like when I glorify your basketball skills? When I admire you in your Touou basketball outfit? You don’t even know how I like the shorts you wear at matches. My dream is to be fucked by the number 5 basketball player in his jersey.”

A few simple sentences and you immediately felt the warmth spreading inside you. I don’t think you ever got Aomine to come so fast. You smiled triumphantly.

“Och. Are you out of shape because we haven’t seen each other for such a long time?” You laughed.

“Shut the fuck up. Second round.” He grabbed your hand, but you just kissed him on the thin lips and stood up.

“After training. Of course, if you show up there, basketball lover.”

“I’ll go! Shit, okay, I’ll go!” He growled loudly, wiping the sweat off his forehead and neck. “You’d better be prepared for this jersey fuck.”

— SEIJUUROU

Akashi has always had a lot stuff to do; family matters, student council, school and his passions, including basketball, shogi, piano and violin. That’s why there are times when both of you didn’t talk for two or three days. You fully understood him and often between lessons, before the breakfast break, you would leave a bento on his desk with a small piece of paper on which you would write that he ‘should take care of himself and not skip meals’. Seijuurou always appreciated it, but he couldn’t say it out loud. However, you didn’t blame him.

This time, however, your boyfriend didn’t talk to you for more than three days. He hadn’t said a single word in your direction all week, nor did he write a message, which was strange to him, because he always thanked you for the breakfast you brought him. But not this time.

You felt a bit bad about that fact. In addition, you knew that the next Winter Cup games were coming; you wanted to support your man in this, but maybe... he didn’t want to? You sighed softly as you bit your pen.

You have decided that when you finish your homework, you will visit him at his residence.

{ ･ﾟ✧ }

Half an hour ago you said ‘Goodbye’ to your mom and said you’ll be back tonight or tomorrow after dinner (because is Friday right now so you have a weekend for yourself). Your parents liked Akashi very much, so they didn’t worry about how much time will you spend with him, by the way. They trusted him; the more that he always drove you to your home after all your dates.

So now you were standing in front of the big house. You rang the bell and greeted the housekeeper on the other side, saying your name and the reason for coming. Everyone in the residence knew you well and the old lady gladly let you in and then offered you some white tea. Of course you thanked but also saying that you came to see Seijuurou ‘cause you were worried about him. The woman nodded, saying that she wouldn't come upstairs to not disturb you two. You bowed and started walking towards the huge chestnut stairs that led up.

And then you knocked on a well-known door and walked in as soon as you heard ‘Come in’.

“Sei.” You smiled gently as you locked the door. “I’m don’t bother you?”

“Y/N. What are you doing here? It’s late.” He got up from his chair and put down the book he was reading, then walked towards you.

“It’s fine. I just wanted to see if everything was okay. We haven’t spoken recently... You understand.”

The pink-haired boy nodded and sighed delicately as he grabbed your hand. After a while he kissed your knuckles.

“I’m sorry, love. Due to the Winter Cup and trainings, I have no time or desire for anything else. I’ll try to be better. Maybe you want some tea? We’ll talk and then I’ll drive you to home back.” He replied honestly, and you just stroked his cheek and shook your head, surprising him. “So what do you want to do?”

“Can we hug? I missed you so much.” You asked softly, at which he smiled fondly and nodded once again. After a while you pulled him onto his bed and nestled against his chest, breathing calmly.

You spent a few longer seconds this way until you tilted your head back and kissed the basketball player on the lips. He kissed you back, of course, and you quickly lifted your body to sit on his thighs. You embraced the eighteen-year-old’s neck gently, and he placed his hands on your hips. You pressed your crotch a little harder on him, making a soft hiss.

After a while you directed your mouth to Akashi’s sharp jaw and warm, pale neck. You stroked his hair and neck without rushing, and kissed him at the same time. From time to time you were coming back to his tasty mouth, purring with pleasure. At one point, you felt a pleasant shiver as Akashi ran his hands over your thighs, squeezing the soft skin.

You moved away a little and then lay on your stomach, right in front of your boyfriend’s pants. The basketball player looked at you in surprise.

“Y/N?”

“Hm?” You smiled as you slide down his tracksuits and then his underwear as well. “Let me take care of you. You deserve it after all this hard work.” You said softly, looking down. “Anyway, I can’t leave you now.” You added teasingly, grabbing his half-hard dick with your hand.

At first you turned him on with your hand; your slow, steady moves made Akashi close his eyes while stroking your fluffy hair. You took your time, knowing that you both didn’t like it. Only after a long moment did you lean in, kissing his head; then you opened your mouth, sucking hard the tip of his cock.

You ate him like a pro, sometimes helping yourself with your both hands, because let’s face it, your boyfriend is big. He may be the lowest in his basket team, but he definitely has a lot to offer. That’s why you used to have serious problems with satisfying him because you were choking before. Luckily it was fine now, so from time to time you looked up at your very satisfied boyfriend’s face. His eyes were closed, and his hand moved to your ruddy cheek. You smiled as you kissed his head once more, then stepped back, still working your hand.

“Such a good boy. You’re wonderful and beautiful, baby.” You praised him by squeezing his thigh lightly. “You can definitely handle training and matches, I believe it, Sei. There is nobody better than you.”

“Y/N...” His cheeks flushed slightly which was a rare sight. Whenever you praised him, Akashi felt like he had a third personality who likes to be submissive.

“My lovely boy is so brave. I’ll show you how much you mean to me and how much I missed you. Never leave me alone for so long again, okay?” You grunted as you folded another kiss and then put his wet cock in your mouth again.

#— 🍓 #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basket imagines #kuroko no basket scenarios #kuroko no basket x reader #knb #knb imagines #knb scenarios #knb x reader #knb x you #aomine daiki #aomine daiki imagines #aomine daiki scenarios #aomine daiki x reader #aomine daiki x you #akashi seijuurou #akashi seijuurou imagines #akashi seijuurou scenarios #akashi seijuurou x reader #akashi seijuurou x you

[ebaeschnbliah]

Still at the centre of the web ….

For the 10th Anniversary of Sherlock BBC (July 2010) the Royal Mail released a lovely collection of six stamps, that display key characters from several episodes of the TV show, as well as hidden messages only revealed under UV light.  (X)

I took a closer look at those stamps in the Anatomy of a Stamp Series:  A Study in Pink   The Great Game   A Scandal in Belgravia   The Reichenbach Fall   The Empty Hearse   The Final Problem

Alongside those stamps and in partnership with The Royal Mint (X),  a special medal has been crafted as well to ‘celebrate Sherlock’s genius – and his nemesis’ ... to explore Sherlock’s ‘turbulent relationship with arch-rival Moriarty’ as the description says. 

A little sideways glance at that medal and the collage of images with which it is surrounded couldn’t be wrong, I thought. :)

TBC below the cut .....

That anniversary medal is available in two versios (cupro-nickel&sterling-silver) and it displays:

on one side - Moriarty’s message ‘Get Sherlock’, the note he carved on the Crown Jewel glass case in TRF, to invite Sherlock to play his game

on the obverse side - ‘The Game is on’, which is meant to be Sherlock’s modern take on the literary version ‘The Game is afoot’

James Moriarty is known to be the famous archenemy of Sherlock Holmes. Contrary to canon, Sherlock BBC introduced that character already in the first episode A Study in Pink and Jim commits suicide (alongside Sherlock) in the sixth episode of the story, which consists of 13 so far. According to canon, Sherlock fakes his suicide and comes back after his hiatus. Although Jim is considered to be really dead for years by now, notes and messages of the character turn up repeatedly on various data carriers ... electronic as well as paper. 

Interestingly, it has been chosen for the 10th anniversary of Sherlock BBC to create fan memorabilia which focuses mainly on the confontration between Sherlock and Jim, whose life ended rather quickly at Bart’s roof in The Reichenbach Fall. A great honour for a character who is long dead and seems to be irrelevant for the ongoing story of this adaptation, in which another character - Mary - married John and shot Sherlock and therefore became a sort of new archenemy. Nonetheless, not only every stamp is - in one way or another - linked to Jim Moriarty, the medal and the collage of images with which it is surrounded, displays also mainly text messages connected to Sherlock’s (in)famous nemesis Jim Moriarty. 

Here’s a summery of those texts + the corresponding screenshots in the episodes. It surprised me though, that I couldn’t match all of them. There are some interesting exceptions. First the obvious ones:

A Study in Pink

Two images have been used to create this manip for the medal collage. Both are visible thoughts out of Sherlock’s mind palace. And both screenshots don’t turn up side by side. Sherlock’s entire thinking process lies between them. Jeff Hope, the man who killed the lady in pink had been sponsored by Jim Moriarty.

RACHE  German (n.) revenge

The correct letter settles into place ... Rachel

He squats down beside the body .... wet

He reaches into her coat pockets and finds the umbrella ... dry

He moves up to the collar of her coat ... wet

He inspects the delicate gold bracelet on her left wrist ... clean

... then the gold earring attached to her left ear ... clean

... and then the gold chain around her neck ... clean

The wedding ring ... dirty

Conclusions appear in front of Sherlock’s eyes ... married ... unhappily married ... unhappily married 10+ years

While the outside of the wedding ring is still showing ... dirty

the inside registers as ... clean

Sherlock has reached a conclusion ... regularly removed

The final deduction about her ... serial adulterer

The Great Game

Three different scenes from this episode have been used for the collage. Two are connected to a serial killer called The Golem, who asphyxiates his victims. One is directly connected to Jim Moriarty, who has planned all the cases in TGG. 

1- The Golem killed Alex Woodbridge, security guard and hobby stargazer. That killer appears for the first time on Sherlock’s radar when he searches on his phone for ‘most wanted’ criminals:

JOHN: He’s dead about twenty-four hours – maybe a bit longer. Did he drown?

Sherlock has called up on his phone: Interpol Most Wanted Criminal Organisations Regional Activities LESTRADE: Apparently not. Not enough of the Thames in his lungs. Asphyxiated.

2- The Vauxhall Arches turn out to be the hiding place of the Golem and Sherlock gets the address from an informant of his homeless network. It’s a note written on a piece of paper:

SHERLOCK: Hold that cab. (John trots back to the taxi while Sherlock goes over to the girl.) HOMELESS GIRL: Spare change, sir? SHERLOCK: Don’t mind if I do. JOHN (to the cab driver): Can you wait here? (The girl hands Sherlock a piece of paper. Unfolding it, he sees that she has written “VAUXHALL ARCHES” on it. Smiling briefly, he turns and walks back to John.)

3- The third image out of this episode is one of the exceptions, because they’re not imagined or written words but an actual text line spoken by Jim Moriarty during his showdown with Sherlock at the pool.

JIM: I’ve given you a glimpse, Sherlock, just a teensy glimpse of what I’ve got going on out there in the big bad world. I’m a specialist, you see ... like you! 

A Scandal in Belgravia

It is Jim Moriarty who adviced Irene Adler how ‘to play the Holmes boys’. It is Sherlock though, who wins that game and is able to get access to Irene’s camera phone. The confirmation of his success appears on her mobil phone screen:

IRENE: Everything I said: it’s not real. I was just playing the game. SHERLOCK: I know. And this is just losing. (Slowly he turns the phone towards her and shows her the screen. She looks down at it, tears spilling from her eyes as she reads the sequence which says: I AM SHER LOCKED

The Reichenbach Fall

Three different scenes from this episode have been used for the collage.

1- Jim Moriarty sends Sherlock his invitation to play the game, while sitting inside the smashed glass cage of the crown jewels, dressed as and equipped with the insignias of a king. The message appears on Sherlock’s phone. This starts the game.

JOHN: Sherlock ... SHERLOCK: Not now. JOHN: He’s back. (Sherlock lifts his head and takes the phone. The message reads: Come and play. Tower Hill. Jim Moriarty x.

2- Sherlock searches for the traces hidden inside the residues of the kidnapper’s footprints. What might be the fifth element? Those five big questionmarks+the number 5 appear as visible thoughts out of Sherlock’s mind palace and are embedded between Sherlock’s rememberence of Jim’s threat ‘I owe you’ and Molly asking about this afterwards. It turns out to be the clue to find the kidnapped children and it marks the beginning of Sherlock’s downfall. 

SHERLOCK: I ... owe ... you. SHERLOCK: Glycerol molecule. He sighs heavily as he struggles to identify the item, seeing it in his head as: 5. ????? SHERLOCK: What are you? MOLLY: What did you mean, “I owe you”?

3- Claudette Bruhl, one of the kidnapped children, seems to recognize Sherlock as her kidnapper. The seed of doubt is sawn at Scotland Yard. Then the letters  IOU appear on the windows of a building opposite. This message proves to Sherlock that it is indeed Jim Moriarty who is behind that kidnapping case.  

LESTRADE: The kid’s traumatised. Something about Sherlock reminds her of the kidnapper. JOHN: So what’s she said? DONOVAN: Hasn’t uttered another syllable. JOHN: And the boy? LESTRADE: No, he’s unconscious; still in intensive care. (In the building opposite Scotland Yard, all the lights in the offices come on. On the second floor, spray paint has been applied to three of the office windows. Sherlock stares at the enormous letters that have been painted: I O U

The Empty Hearse

From this episode two different words out of one of Sherlock’s mind palace deductions have been used for the collage. Sherlock is working on the fake Jack the Ripper case (How I did it), which had been planned by Anderson to lure Sherlock back to London because he firmly believed the detective not to be dead. Sherlock notices the trick though. He comes to the conclusion that the fake corpse is only six moths old and its Victorian outfit had been exposed to first: sun and then: fire damage. (Sun exposure, fire damage, undead .... it’s a bit hard to not get ideas about Dracula here ... X X X  :)

The words ‘pine & cedar’ are displayed again as visible thoughts out of Sherlock’s mind palace. And just like in ASIP those words lie several screenshots appart. For some reasons ‘spruce’ has been ignored: 

LESTRADE: This one’s got us all baffled. SHERLOCK: Mmm. I don’t doubt it. (..... Sherlock sniffs at the body and tries to decide what he is picking up: PINE? SPRUCE? CEDAR NEW MOTHBALLS Moving on, he sniffs again: Carbon particulate ... He sniffs more deeply: Fire Damage

The Final Problem

Images of three different scenes out of this episode have been used for the collage. 

1- The movie Mycroft is watching in his private cinema at his place is interrupted first by images of an old family video, then by Eurus’ message on screen ... “I’m back”. It  announces the return of Eurus, the secret sister.

I’M BACK VOICE: Mycroft ... Mycroft ... MYCROFT: Why don’t you come out and show yourself? I don’t have time for this. CHILD’s VOICE: We have time, brother dear. All the time in the world.

2- Sherlock stands in front of the ‘funny gravestones’ at Musgrave Hall and puts together the dates on the stones until he has a long string of numbers in front of him ... visible thoughts out of Sherlock’s mind palace. This brings Sherlock finally the solution to Eurus’ riddle.

.... 1520 1818 2426 1617 1822 32

3- Just like the numbers, the four verses of Eurus’ riddle appear as visible thoughts out of Sherlock’s mind palace. He connects the string of dates from the gravestones to the verses. It is the second verse that has been used for the collage.

I that am lost, oh who will find me? Deep down below the old beech tree Help succour me now the east winds blow Sixteen by six, brother, and under we go! Without your love, he’ll be gone before Save pity for strangers, show love the door. My soul seek the shade of my willow’s bloom Inside, brother mine - Let Death make a room. Be not afraid to walk in the shade Save one, save all, come try! My steps - five by seven Life is closer to Heaven Look down, with dark gaze, from on high. Before he was gone - right back over my (h)ill Who now will find him? Why, nobody will Doom shall I bring to him, I that am queen Lost forever, nine by nineteen.

The exceptions ...

So far, these have been the obvious links between the images used for the collage and the corresponding episodes of Sherlock BBC. Beneath follow the less obvious and the ones I failed to find a match for. 

Blue chemistry ...

There are two episodes in which chemical formulas are displayed in the form of drawings. 

1- In The Hounds of Baskerville (S2/2) Sherlock is looking for a monstrous hound from hell. Instead he finds the H.O.U.N.D. project in which experiments had been conducted with a deleriant drug, based on fear and stimulus. The informations on this project are key-coded by the name MAGGIE (short for Margaret Thatcher)

2- In The Six Thatchers (S4/1) Sherlock tries - with the help of Toby the bloodhound - to track down the person who smashes plaster busts of Margaret Thatcher in order to find a hidden flash drive with secret informations about A.G.R.A. a group of terrorists. One of the four members had been Mary Watson.

Although there exist several drawn chemical formulas in both episodes, very similar to the one used for the collage, and despite I scanned those scenes screenshot by screenshot, I wasn’t able to find a perfect match. Maybe I still missed something. Maybe that formula on the collage is indeed just an unrelated decoraton .... But it’s interesting to note that the story connects this kind of ‘chemistry’ always to Hounds and Thatcher. (more about chemistry)

Red drop of blood ...

That blood drop used for the collage appears actually in each official episode (TAB as well) because it’s part of the intro. And for the creation of the medal collage, that image has been used two times. In the background there is a smaller and paler version, which is overlapped by a bigger and darker version in the foreground. Of that one, only the lower half is visible. Using two times the same image in one picture, always reminds me strongly of the many Pairs, Twins and Double oh’s mentioned in Sherlock BBC. 

Mostly I connect that ‘sign of two’ with John Watson. In my theory he represents the ‘fixed point in a changing age’, the ‘eternal just-friend and still stubbornly ‘not gay’ Watson, the very aspect in Sherlock’s experiment, that needs to be transformed into a modern version of the same character. In other words: the old king has to make way for the new king. According to the original meaning of the Musgrave Ritual that says about the crown of a king: “'Whose was it? His who is gone. Who shall have it? He who will come.” 

With this in mind it was easy to compare the drop of watery liquid that falls onto a drop of blood in Sherlock’s experiment, to John in the well, drenched by the water Eurus exposes him to. Emotional context indeed. :))))

When a drop of emotions/chemistry brings the blood to a boil ... (1 2)    Drop of blood 

Search: London Bridge ...

That’s the most mysterious addition to the collage. While all the other words and images can be linked to the show .... this one is the absolute exception. A ‘search for London Bridge’ doesn’t happen throughout the whole story. Not once. London Bridge doesn’t even play a role in Sherlock BBC. At least not yet ...

Bridges of Sherlock BBC:

In ASIB Irene Adler texts Sherlock that she can see Tower Bridge from her room. In TST Sherlock stands on Vauxhall Bridge while he realizes the involvement of fake AMO, Vivian Norbury. 

In TLD Culverton Smith gives the cryptic advice ‘We must be careful not to burn our BRIDGES.’ ... at the same time Sherlock walks with Faith through London and crosses Millennium Bridge and Golden Jubilee Bridge beside Hungerford Bridge.

In TFP little Sherlock stands on a small wood-bridge while he is searching for his lost dog Redbeard.

‘Bridge’ as extension of names:

In TGG security guard Alex WoodBRIDGE is found dead at the bank of the Thames, between Waterloo Bridge and Southwark Bridge.

In TSOT guardsman Stephen BainBRIDGE consults Sherlock and starts the case of the Mayfly Man. He is the first of the three guards (Bainbridge, Sholto, Mary) in this episode. (Changing of the Guard)

London Bridge though does not appear in Sherlock BBC so far. This leaves the question ... why is the note to search for that bridge even on the collage? Where does it come from? And why is it so closely connected to the episode spanning double image of the blood drop from Sherlock’s experiment? The words are displayed inside the smaller, paler blood drop. One wonders .....

(Thanks @gosherlocked​ for deciphering ‘London’ in that bridge’s name. :)))

The blue ribbon ...

Something that looks like a ‘blue ribbon’ runs through the lower part of the collage. The very distinctive loop, right under the name Moriarty, gave me the idea that this ‘ribbon’ could be the river Thames. And really, my assuption turned out to be correct, it is the Thames. What’s even better, at this distinctive loop the river coils around the peninsula named ... Isle of Dogs. 

It surely isn’t an unusual thing to add a part from the map of London, including the Thames, to a collage of images related to Sherlock Holmes. After all, Sherlock is a most famous residient of London. It it is also quite fitting, especially for this adaptation, to display Jim’s name side by side with ‘dogs’. Dogs and hounds do play a major role since the beginning and are closely linked to Jim, John and Sherlock. The barking of a dog in the night can be heard right after John wakes from his nightmare in ASIP, missing shoes lead right away to the villain (very similar to the original Baskerville case) and TFP is all about a lost dog/boy. But there is a little bit more that came to mind, when I recognized the Isle of Dogs.

TheGameIsNow ...

During the run-up to TheGameIsNow-Escape Room Event, (summer 2018) a video was released .... a call-out from Mycroft Holmes to recruit volunteers for The Network. As a part of that call-out, Mycroft mentions a ‘rush of incidents across the capital’ and while he speaks, a map of London is displayed on screen on which a red line runs along and strings together the involved locations, which are marked with the ‘eye-sign’ of The Network. And that red line stops exactly at the Isle of Dogs. That’s why I recognized that peninsula immediately.

Again ... one wonders ...

All in all, one can not deny that a lot of considerations, of work and also of knowledge regarding the show, have been put into the creation of those stamps, the medal and the images used for their presentation. And as usual with Sherlock BBC, some little intriguing mysteries have also been woven into it.  :)))

I leave you to your own deductions. Thanks @callie-ariane​ for the scripts. 

January, 2021

#sherlock bbc #still at the centre of the web #10th anniversary #royal mint #medal #get sherlock #the game is on #collage of images #jim moriarty #isle of dogs #the game is now #drop of blood

[mercystine]

what are some little mix songs you think kurt should sing 💖

I love this ask!! I have things to say!!

I grouped them into categories because there were too many songs and I wanted to make it less messy

I also included some kurtbastian because that's who I am as a person

tw sex mention(s)

🌷growth

little me - sang by kurt after some great success (winning a tony? designing his own clothing line?👀) to baby!kurt circa 2009/10. I just love the idea of a happy and succesful Kurt sending an encouraging message to his younger self who was in such a dark place at the time and telling him that one day he is going to be happy and that he should be more confident and proud of himself 🥺

the cure - hi hello it's one of my absolute faves. Kurt singing it to express how content he is with his life now and how much it differs from his teenage years. 'I was a little bit lost but I'm not anymore// cause the tears fell down but they don't anymore' 🥺 what his 'cure' might be is up for debate, it can be a person or a career, or simply just something that makes him happy.

clued up - this song was written for kurt and about kurt. no criticism will be taken. It's a song about being different and learning how to accept that and this is just the ultimate Kurt aesthetic. 'I used to dress like everybody else// I wanted to just blend in' gives me major straight week vibes, and the 'they told me no, keep my dreams on the low// told me I'd never win' is about all of the people who bullied him. basically I could quote the whole song here, it's just so perfect for him.

🍒cheerio!Kurt (cheerio - cherry. close enough?)

basically songs I want Kurt and the cheerios to perform. I'm not gonna elaborate on each of them, you get the vibe. I also included some fan-made dance routines for the songs (hidden in the title) that I could see them performing.

move - this one is actually the original LM routine 👀

bounce back

different beat

💦slurt

dear lover - little mix have a bunch of songs about casual sex but I think this one fits Kurt the best because it still manages to have that sweet, soft vibe to it. anyways I would love to see kurt sluting it up in NYC, because he never really got the chance to experiment on the show

no more sad songs - this also fits the next category - post break up. basically it's kurt trying to get over blaine and enjoying life, going to clubs and having fun with other boys - the ultimate slurt aesthetic. 'don't care that someone's got his hands all over my body' that's the spirit, go king 🌠

💔 post break-up

break up song - sang after the s6 break-up. It's kurt getting used to not having blaine in his life, and realizing that he definitely can be on his own. 'I'll be good all by myself// yeah, I'll find a way to dance without you' yeah <3 also the bridge of this songs waters my crops. its so good!!

no time for tears - very similar vibe to the previous one

mess (happy 4 u) - Kurt sings it in one of the first episodes of season 6, trying to come to terms with blaine dating karofsky and accepting the fact that they aren't going to get back together. it's actually a really sweet song and I think it fits well.

⚠️ anti blaine: sweet melody - kurt singing it post break up and realizing how toxic his relationship actually was. 'he would lie, he would cheat' I mean,, 👀💀 also you just know that the sweet melody is 'teenage dream'. the song also mentions being controlled

🌃 kurtbastian

motivate

rendezvous

I think that these two are the perfect fwb songs. idk what else to say 🙈

nothing but my feelings - friends with benefits but there are feelings involved!! we love to see it!! basically kurt started catching feelings for sebastian, but he knows that sebastian doesn't do relationships so he's kind of settling for the casual thing. 'I know we will never work out// but if you're looking for a workout you should come 'round'

monster in me - this one is a bit more angsty, which I personally love. this is perfect for an enemies to lovers story. 'every night we fight and it's hot like hell, but I love the way that you make me scream' I mean 👀👀

💫 hevans

if i get my way - kurt comforting sam after his break-up with quinn. he doesn't sing it directly to sam (that would be high-key inappropriate I think) but he does mean it when he sings that he wants to take her place and that he can take care of him and that he's going to make sam finally think of him as more than a friend

I hope thats okay! ♥️

#ana the soda expert #Kurtbastian #hevans #little mix #I totally agree with Kurt singing make you believe I just didnt mention it because its your headcanon 👉🏻👈🏻 #I hope this isnt too long #I would have included shout out to my ex but I have personal beef with her #long post #sex mention tw

[seymour-butz-stuff]

Federal authorities arrested a husband and wife in Bristol, Va., on Monday in connection with the Jan. 6th siege on the U.S. Capitol Building. Documents related to their cases were unsealed in federal court on Thursday.

Authorities say tips from the public led them to Joshua Bustle and Jessica Bustle. The couple is accused of entering the U.S. Capitol and posting about it on Facebook. Jessica Bustle’s multiple online accounts provided much of the evidence prosecutors used to compile a case against her, federal court documents indicate.

“Pence is a traitor,” one of Jessica’s posts read. “We stormed the capital. An unarmed peaceful woman down the hall from us was shot in neck by cops. It’’s insane here. We’re safe and heading home but have limited service.””

Another lengthy post read (in part) as follows:

“The amount of misinformation I’’m seeing is insane. Despite what you’’re being fed, the rally was nothing like what the media is portraying. My husband and I spent the majority of our time at the Health Freedom Rally which was a couple of blocks over from the Trump Rally. When we finally decided to head over to the capitol we were let in . . . like literally, my husband and I just WALKED right in with tons of other people.” The cops were nice . . . we were talking with them INSIDE of the capitol about not taking the CV tax and they agreed with us. There were no guns, weapons, and no violence. In fact, when we finally decided to go in after about 45min of it being wide open . . . there was a wooden podium UNTOUCHED just sitting there in the middle of trump supporters supposedly causing so much damage and mayhem. Yes, some Trump supporters were supposedly unruly . . . pushed past police to take selfies in congress seats.

What followed that was a bit of sarcasm and a claim that “ANTIFA puppets infiltrated the rally,” a claim that “Trump supporters are loving, patriot and peaceful people,” and that the mainstream media was full of “lies.”

As prosecutors have pointed out in case after case, the U.S. Capitol was officially closed to business Jan. 6 as Congress set to work counting electoral votes in favor of Joe Biden.

A Statement of Facts filed in federal court says Jessica Bustle had two Facebook profiles. Some of her messages were edited after they were originally posted, authorities stated.

An FBI Special Agent reviewed captiol surveillance video. It showed the Bustles entering the building wearing what is believed to be the same clothing they were wearing in Facebook posts that day. The video shows the woman authorities believe to be Jessica was carrying the same anti-vaccine poster seen in Facebook photos on Jessica’s Facebook account. The sign reads as follows: ““MANDATORY MEDICAL PROCEDURES have NO Place in a FREE Society”.” 

I wonder how much of a lion they’ll be in prison. All I see are a couple sheep being willingly led to the slaughter.

Data transmitted by the couple’s electronic devices also placed them at the U.S. Capitol on Jan. 6. Federal prosecutors did not cite all of the messages reviewed by Law&Crime in charging documents against the husband or the wife.

Jessica Bustle’s primary Facebook profile was still active as of Thursday. In the profile reviewed by Law&Crime, Jessica described herself as a “wife” and a “mama” who appeared to state a preference for homeschooling her young children. She described herself as a “Truth Seeker” who liked the Bible passage Philippians 4:13. She shared several memes which described people who took vaccines as “lab rat[s]” and otherwise suggested that children should “never” be injected with vaccines.

“Will vaccinated people be able to give blood?” one post questioned. “If so, will those receiving the blood be made aware?”

Another showed a caricature of of Bill Gates and Dr. Anthony Fauci sitting on top of a giant needle. “Depopulation here we come” said the caption.

Yet another likened a COVID-19 vaccine card to a yellow Star of David similar to those the Nazis required Jews to wear during the World War II era. “This badge will allow you to go back to work, travel, buy, sell, and trade,” the meme erroneously claimed. “And it will cost you your soul.”

Other memes on her page chastised people who wore facemasks during the pandemic and said “millions of loving people” should get “together to overthrow the ruling class.”

She also shared a meme which questioned why “80 year old children’s books” were “being cancelled” while Cardi B’s song WAP was considered acceptable.

“You can have a bachelor degree and still be an idiot,” one post said.

“Masculinity isn’t toxic. The absence of it is,” read yet another. “Weak men are abusive and spiteful. Strong, masculine men are protective and loving.”

“I don’t know about you, but I’m not seeing posts about how great Biden is doing,” said another image.

Her occupation is described as a “Homemaker at The Bustle Household in Manassas, Virginia.”

“I’ll be proud to say that I did not stay silent,” she wrote on Oct. 26, 2020. “I was on the right side of history, battling alongside some amazing freedom warriors as we fought like hell to get the TRUTH out and wake people up to the twisted agendas, lies and corruption. I’ll be proud to say I fought for every child’s life and right to live FREE and without fear.”

Other memes and posts shared images of ex-President Donald Trump and wished he would remain in the White House. One suggested on Nov. 11, 2020, that Joe Biden was trying to scrounge up write-in ballots to help solidify his win.

“The level of corruption going on in our government is unfathomable,” Jessica wrote on Nov. 14, 2020. “But, God is moving in this mess and exposing the hidden systems that have been in the shadows for far too long.”

“See y’all at the rally,” she concluded. In an attached image, Jessica wore a Trump shirt and hat, while Joshua wore a black “don’t tread on me” shirt. What followed were images posted on Nov. 17th of Trump supporters outside the U.S. Capitol and the U.S. Supreme Court building.

Several images were from the Jan. 6th events at the Capitol Complex.

“I refuse to fall for the hate and divide,” one post said. “Yesterday was monumental. I got to hang with so many amazing freedom keepers and my favorite dude [emoji] and he proudly proclaimed that WE’RE winning this war on medical freedom. [emojis] Our movement has grown to over 50% of people!!!! Y’all, that’s HUGE. So many people waking up and refusing to be injected with known toxins and poisons. [emojis]”

“Excited to stand for truth with my fellow patriots in DC today,” read a caption on another photo posted Jan. 6.

Another post questioned the authenticity of NASA’s moon landing.

The Bustles each face four counts: (1) knowingly entering of remaining in any restricted building or grounds without lawful authority; (2) knowingly engaging in disorderly or disruptive conduct in restricted buildings or grounds; (3) violent entry and disorderly conduct on Capitol grounds; and (4) parading, demonstrating, or picketing on Capitol grounds.

#antivax #antivaxx #antimask #anti-mask #conspiracy theories #moon landing hoax #moon landing faked #q #qanon #wwg1wga #january 6 #sedition #insurrection #treason #really stupid people doing stupid things

[khaotic-kitsunes]

Game Night

Mafia boss fatgum for the fucking win!!

Cheeky Kitsune 🦊💋

 You let out a gasp as Taishiro pinned you to the wall in his office, his hot mouth pressing against your own demandingly while his hands roamed your body, quickly dipping down to grab your arse roughly.

 Wanton moans fell desperately from your ravaged lips as you grabbed a hold of his fluffy hair, tugging him closer while he lifted your much smaller form up from the floor; his larger body pressing up against yours to create a friction that had you whimpering into the air-deprived kiss.

 “Look at you, whimpering like this for me” Taishiro smirked lazily as his lips brushed against your own, his husky voice vibrating against your swollen and sensitive flesh. An underlying message laying hidden in the low pitch of his voice, a promise of all the things he could do to you without so much as to laying a finger on you; a promise that had you shuddering in anticipation.

 “Mm, I can only imagine what you’ll sound like when you let me have my way with you, baby girl…”

 ~  ~  ~ ~  ~

   “Hey, (Name)!”

   You hummed quietly at the sound of having been addressed by the person beside you, your mind only partially acknowledging them while you tried desperately to cling to the daydream that had been burning away the time you had yet to kill until your next errand. Unfortunately, your efforts to keep the imagery alive within your mind failing as the splendid scenario slipped from your grasp, reversing into the depths of your overly active imagination.

   “(Name). The big guy wants to see ya.”

   Your entire body jolted at his words, causing your attention to snap back to your current surroundings, the boring scenery putting a damper on your mood until you took in the words spoken to you. You couldn’t stop your jaw from dropping as you turned to look at Eijiro, the usually chirpy new-members face holding a vaguely serious air about it, shooting pure adrenaline down your spine.

 The big guy. Known as ‘Fatgum’ by most others and Taishiro Toyomitsu to those closest to him, his adopted family per se, his very own mafia.

 “He wants to see me? Me? What did I do?” You squeaked out softly, somehow managing to close your mouth while Eijiro shrugged his shoulders, glancing towards the game room that Taishiro would frequent when he wasn’t hauled up in his office, dealing with the situations his members would get themselves into.

 “Not sure, but he’s in there and he said he wants to see you” Eijiro explained, jutting his thumb towards the game room that Taishiro was currently residing in. You were almost positive you hadn’t done anything to warrant any bad attention from the somewhat terrifying mafia boss, but at the same time; it was never good to be called in to see him alone and even if you had never been called in personally like that, with no one else in the room, you had heard the rumours of what happened to those that had been.

 “Now?” You questioned meekly, chewing on your bottom lip nervously as you glanced towards the closed door to the game room, knowing who awaited your presence on the other side.

 “Yep, if it helps, I don’t think it’s like with other times he’s called people in. He seemed pretty relaxed, he’s just playing some pool” He added, offering up a smile in an attempt to calm your obvious nerves and for some reason, it worked. Not completely but enough to let you nod your head in acknowledgement before standing up, your drink left forgotten at the table.

 “Right…here’s hoping I didn’t fuck up” You gulped as you wandered towards the game room, thankful it wasn’t such a long walk; for some reason you had picked a table reasonably close to the game room to relax at. A choice you knew you wouldn’t make again if things went south.

   “Come in (Name), don’t linger at the door!”

   You flinched at his shout, quickly opening the door to the game room so that you weren’t agitating Taishiro more than he already was, if he was; it was hard to tell, you had been lucky enough not to have experienced that side of him yet.

 Actually, you had put in a lot of effort specifically to avoid getting in his bad books.

   “You’re nervous.”

   It wasn’t a question, instead, a statement. He was reading you like a book and he hadn’t even moved from his spot at the pool table, the soft clicks of the pool balls signalling the relaxed nature of the room. Though it didn’t help you relax all that much.

 “I…I guess so” You stuttered out softly, reaching behind you to shut the door to the room when Taishiro motioned for you to do so; apparently, he wanted some privacy for whatever reason he called you into the room.

 “I don’t need you to guess. I can tell” He glanced up at you as you spoke, golden eyes staring right through you and to your soul, it felt like you were unable to hide anything from him and truthfully, you would agree with that. Hiding anything from Taishiro was out of the question.

 “I was hoping you wouldn’t be so nervous because things aren’t looking good for you now, (Name).” He sighed, standing to his full height and placing the pool cue on the table, towards the side where it couldn’t bump the balls out of place.

 “U-Um…I don’t understand” You paused when he held up his hand, instantly silencing anything you might have had to say; apparently, he wasn’t interested in your lack of understanding of the situation.

 “I don’t want to hear your excuses. I want to know why you, a member of this gang for years, has decided to betray me” Taishiro demanded, narrowing his eyes as he approached you, his entire being completely and utterly intimidating.

 “Wait, wait, wait, I would never…I, boss, I wouldn’t” You stuttered out as he stopped in front of you, one of his large hands coming up to grab your chin, his thumb pressing into your bottom lip; silencing you.

 “Do you know how many times I’ve heard those words? How many people have stood in front of me and lied through their teeth?” He demanded quietly, his grip on your chin tightening ever-so-slightly; though you weren’t sure if he was hiding his anger or showing it to you. He was a man that liked control, so either way, it worked in his favour.

 “But…I know the truth” He paused, chuckling quietly to himself before leaning down to stare deeply into your eyes, his thumb brushing over your lip gently; his entire demeanour now relaxed and non-threatening.

 “The…the truth?” You frowned in confusion as he stepped away from you, motioning you to the pool table while he moved to set it up once again. It was strange, confusing and you weren’t entirely sure what was going on anymore.

 “Yes, the truth. Now come here, have a game with me…relax a little (Name). I won’t bite” He grinned as he spoke, glancing over at you while your cheeks flushed in embarrassment, your thoughts already spiralling out of control despite what had almost occurred.

 “Unless you want me to that is” He added, looking back towards the pool table while you wandered over slowly, still partially on guard. You didn’t dare deny nor agree to his little remark, it seemed he could read you like a book; which meant he likely knew the answer already.

 “Now. I had someone come to me earlier, came with proof of you getting up to no-good behind my back” Taishiro sighed deeply as he held out a pool cue towards you, reaching for another for himself, seemingly agitated with the newly started conversation.

 “Don’t panic, I’ve already looked into it. I doubted it from the beginning…you’re one of my oldest companions (Name). You joined when it was just a couple of us, I’d be an idiot to believe such convenient proof” He muttered out, tapping his fingers against the pool table quietly, his eyes glued to your every move, watching and judging.

 “You used to tease me back then too” You pointed out quietly, fiddling with the pool cue in your hands; if you were honest with yourself, you should have thought of that. That he would try and tease you, because, while you had stayed out of his bad books from the beginning, he had taken to tricking you every now and then. An unamusing little hobby of his.

 “You used to hang around me much more back then” He added, swiping his hand toward the table in a motion for you to be the one to break, his piercing gaze leaving little to no room for argument; you had to break!

 “Yeah, well…the gang got bigger” You muttered, positioning yourself at the end of the pool table, leaning down to make the shot that he had so graciously insisted you take. While it was a little easier to relax, chatting with him like this, it wasn’t a conversation you really wanted to have.

 “I always had, no, no. That isn’t right, I always have time for you. If you think any different then you don’t know me as well as I thought you did” He frowned as he watched you, fingers tapping against the pool table faster than before, a tell-tale trait of the agitation that was building within him.

 “I know you always have time for me” You paused, taking the shot he had demanded of you, a relieved smile spreading across your lips when you made the shot, only just barely avoiding a mistake that would have Taishiro tease you relentlessly.

 “But, I didn’t want you to be distracted by me. Everything was getting so serious, it seemed easier to just…let you focus on your family”

   “You’re a part of that family.”

   His blunt statement made you blink in surprise, your eyes darting up to meet his frustrated gaze, golden eyes hiding a storm within them. You knew he was serious about his gang being family to him, a man that had once wandered around with no one, but usually he would say it with a grin, or at the very least; a smile.

 “I know…” You trailed off, unsure of how else to answer him. Though it hadn’t been a question, it felt like you needed to answer him; like he needed to know that you were aware of the fact.

 “They called you new.” He clenched his teeth, turning his head to look away from you as he spoke, the agitation that had built up so quickly inside of him beginning to surface while you took a hesitant step towards him. Feeling braver than you probably should have.

 “What? Why does that matter?” You froze when he looked at you, slamming the pool cue in his hand down onto the table, shaking it with the force used and making you jump in response; your own pool cue falling to the floor loudly.

 Even if you had been working for Taishiro in this sort of business for years, you still weren’t entirely used to sudden and unexpected noises.

   “Why does that matter? Seriously, (Name)?!”

   You nodded silently, watching him as his anger seemed to only grow, the temper he was famous for in the area rearing its ugly head.

 “Because you’ve been here for years but they assumed you were new, an easy target, based off of how you acted around me! How the fuck is that meant to make me feel?” He demanded, glaring down at you before reaching out and grabbing your wrist firmly; not enough to hurt you but enough to drag you out of his game room and into the main area of the building, silencing any noise that had been going on.

   “Raise your hand if you think she’s new to our family!”

   You gulped nervously as hand upon hand went into the air, the only hands that stayed down were the ones belonging to those that were around before even you were. Them and the newest member Eijiro, who was strangely enough, looking to the side with a sheepish look on his face.

 “Do you see?” He bit out, turning to glare down at you with a fire burning deep within his gaze, his anger not yet settled while the people in the room looked around in confusion; none of them having any idea why their boss had asked such a question.

 “Barely five people know who you are, everyone thinks you’re new!” He opened his mouth to say more but quickly chose to remain silent, instead pulling you back into his game room; slamming the door shut once you were inside. Nothing else he had to say was for them to hear, or so you guessed. Taishiro was a hard man to figure out.

 “I don’t understand why that’s such an issue” You mumbled softly, puffing up your cheeks while managing to pull your arm free of his grasp, the statement seeming to shock him, if only a little.

 “I don’t understand how clueless you can be!” He snapped, moving back over to the pool table and leaning against it, his arms crossing over his chest while his eyes remained glued to you, searching for something you couldn’t quite work out.

 “If this has been bothering you so much, then why haven’t you said anything before now?” You let out a sigh, leaning back against the door and allowing yourself to sink down to your butt, staring up at him with a mix of curiosity and frustration. You simply couldn’t understand why he had called you in here, if it was to fight about something so stupid, then you wanted to know so you could leave him to his temper tantrum.

 “Because I wanted you to do something about it. Not because I interfered but because you wanted to” He explained, his voice surprisingly calmer than before, his shoulders slumping ever so slightly.

 “If I said something, you’d just fix it to please me and that isn’t what I wanted” He added, pushing himself off of the pool table, slowly making his way towards you; though his height was even more intimidating from your current position on the floor. Something you had never considered before now.

 “Are we done?” You looked away as you spoke, avoiding his gaze as best as you could, afraid of what he might notice if he stared for too long; it was the last thing you needed right now.

 “No. We aren’t done.” He let out a quiet sigh, holding his hand out to you, offering you a hand up that you probably needed since your knees were already starting to hurt. Not that you would admit to that aloud anytime soon.

 “Why? What have I done now?” You pouted as you grasped his hand, a slight squeal escaping you when he pulled you up to your feet suddenly, causing you to fall into his larger body; though he was kind enough to steady you so that you didn’t fall back down to the ground.

 “Started a game” He chuckled as he spun you around to face the pool table, his large hand lingering on the small of your back; even going as far as to give you a gentle nudge in the direction of the table. It seemed he wanted an actual game of pool.

 “You’ve got to be kidding me…” You trailed off as he walked past you, reaching down to pick up the pool cue you had dropped earlier, holding it out towards you until you took it from him.

 “Does it look like I’m kidding, (Name)?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow as you smacked the pool cue into his arm lightly, enough to show him that you were kidding around; hopefully enough to mitigate his anger.

 “Shut up and take your shot” You huffed out, looking away as he flashed you a grin, moving to line up his shot on the pool table. As much as you hated to admit it, Taishiro had been right in a way, you probably should have been upset that everyone assumed you were the new girl; but at the same time, you were fine with how things were.

 Avoiding Taishiro had been your only means of escaping your feelings for him.

   “You never did say the reason why you were avoiding me.”

   You frowned as you moved towards the pool table, making quick work of the balls before stepping back away from the table, trying your best to avoid looking at him in the most casual way possible.

 “(Name). Answer me…” Taishiro grabbed your arm, gentler than before and pulled you back towards the pool table, pressing you up against it while he moved to stand in front of you; caging you in by placing his hands against the table.

 “I did too, you even responded…angrily but you did” You mumbled softly, chewing on your bottom lip while he leant down slowly, his lips inches away from your own. Apparently, he wasn’t going to go away until he got what he wanted.

 “The truth, baby girl. I want the truth” He clarified, chuckling quietly when he noticed your reaction to what he had said, though you got the feeling he knew it was because of the sudden nickname. One he hadn’t called you in years, not since you had first joined his ‘family’.

 “And if you say it was the truth, I’m going to skip the pleasantries and drag it out of you the hard way” He warned, his voice low and serious, making you squirm beneath him, not quite used to this side of Taishiro. At least, you weren’t used to the real Taishiro being like this, the Taishiro of your fantasies was similar, actually, if you were being honest the Taishiro of your fantasies was even more intense.

 “…It…wasn’t a lie?” You whispered, mentally kicking yourself at the fact your words had sounded more like a question than a statement, well aware that Taishiro would pick up on that. He was not a stupid man.

 “(Name). Look at me.” He instructed firmly, making you gulp and peek up at him nervously, his heated gaze stirring up several emotions you would have preferred to have left buried.

 “You’re lying…” He paused, reaching up to brush his thumb over your cheek gently, distracting you just enough so that you didn’t register the fact that he had dipped his head just enough to capture your lips in a deep, demanding kiss.

 “And I’m sure you’re aware of how much I hate it when people lie to me” He chuckled, biting at your lower lip before leaning back, watching your face as you tried to process what had just happened.

 “That…isn’t the reaction I’d expect from someone who hates being lied to” You mumbled, still wide-eyed from the kiss, your fingers moving to touch the lip he had bitten. You weren’t quite sure what to think, but one thing you did know was that you liked it.

 “I’m sure” He reached up to stroke your cheek tenderly, grinning the moment you dropped your fingers away from your lips, quickly stealing yet another kiss from you, slower than the first; even allowing you to move your arms around him, pulling him closer.

  ~  ~ ~  ~  ~

    You let out a quiet moan as you allowed Taishiro to bend you over the large pool table that occupied his game room, your simple and modest dress already hiked up to your hips with your favourite lacy panties around your ankles. A sight that you were certain had Taishiro aching to be inside of you, especially with how the last time you tried this ended up.

   “Dripping already, (Name)?”

   He grinned as he spoke, thick fingers rubbing over your drenched folds while you peeked back at him; your cheeks hot with embarrassment. It didn’t matter to you that he had seen you like this before, in this very same position; you still weren’t used to the idea of doing this with him. A mafia boss.

 “You embarrassed like this baby? Cause ya shouldn’t be” He chuckled as he brushed his fingers over your clit teasingly, making you gasp out quietly, anticipation your worst enemy; leaving you vulnerable to his sudden touches.

 “Well who wouldn’t be embarrassed like this?” You questioned with a huff, the last time you had been in this room with him, he had been ‘punishing’ you. The problem? Someone had walked in on the two of you; just as Taishiro was about to fill you with his thick cock and while the thought of it made your mouth water, you had no desire what-so-ever to be caught like that. Ever. Again.

   “You know, it could’ve been worse”

   You frowned as he spoke, a dangerous curiosity sparking within you. Worse? You couldn’t imagine it. The situation had been horrifying, there was absolutely no way it could have been worse in your mind.

 Before you had a chance to question him about what he had meant, you found yourself crying out his name in surprise while he pushed the head of his thick, throbbing cock inside of you.

 You were by no means, a virgin; however, Taishiro was a big man. Standing at 8’2” tall with a dick that was basically turning you into a spit-roast. It was a tight fit and even then, you weren’t actually sure he was completely inside of you yet.

 “I could’ve kept going, fucked you right here, in front of him. Made you squeal and bounce on my dick” He chuckled at the idea of it while his hands brushed over your hips faintly, his touch almost tender as he tried to figure out how he was going to do this.

 “You don’t fit me” He frowned as he spoke, moving his hands to your arse, spreading your cheeks as much as possible while he jerked his hips; making you cry out at the movement. You could feel it, you were full and yet he wasn’t inside of you completely yet; he didn’t even have to say anything. You knew that by the end of the night, he would be buried balls deep inside of you.

   “Taishiro?”

   He lifted his gaze to you at the sound of your whimper, a low hum building in the pit of his chest; he could see it already. Your concern, but he didn’t exactly let it bother him, you would enjoy it soon enough.

 “Don’t worry, (Name), it isn’t a problem” He flashed you a wicked grin, his fingers digging into your arse roughly while he pulled himself out of you slowly, starting a steady yet harsh pace.

 Each thrust of his hips had you whimpering out a moan, your entire body rocking into the pool table while Taishiro attempted to fill you completely with his dick and to an extent, it was working. Your body was adjusting to him and you were beginning to loosen around him, your walls hot and welcoming instead of tight and uncomfortable.

 It was a feeling he wouldn’t trade for anything else in the world.

   “(Name), how you going? Think you can take a bit more?”

   He littered your neck in feather-light kisses, his hips still moving at a harsh pace, constantly filling you with his dick; though he still wasn’t inside of you completely yet. Not yet, soon though if his plan worked.

 “Just do it. I know what you want to do Taishiro” You moaned out, pressing against the pool table while you tried to grind yourself back onto his dick more, the movement sending a faint, stinging pain through your body and up your spine. You didn’t particularly care at this stage though, he felt good inside of you and you wanted all of him, you wanted him to be able to bury every inch of his dick inside of you and it wasn’t going to happen without a little bit of discomfort.

 “Hold on tight then” He warned, giving you a second to grab onto the edge of the pool table properly before he lifted your hips, his grip tight as he pulled out of you completely; the very tip of his dick rubbing up against your folds teasingly.

 You screamed out his name a moment later, when he pulled you back onto his aching cock at the same time he thrust his hips forwards, not stopping until you were a panting mess on top of the pool table; every inch of him buried inside of your much smaller frame.

   “Fuck…”

   You shuddered at the sound of his growl of pleasure, instead whining softly at how full you felt in that moment; it hadn’t hurt like you had expected, but it wasn’t comfortable either. Your body was slowly adjusting to the complete size of him, the only problem was that it was too slow. Taishiro was already pressing you down into the pool table, his hips moving hard and fast while he bit over your soft skin, leaving you unable to do much more than gasp and choke on your moans beneath him.

 “You know you’re mine, right?” He bit at your ear as he spoke, grunting and groaning with each thrust, the sounds drowning out your choked-out noises, yet still only just barely audible over the loud squelching of his dick pushing into your warm body.

 “You accepted me, letting me fuck you like this (Name)…you knew right? Tell me you knew” He groaned low, burying his face against your neck while his hips bucked hard, his dick constantly rubbing against your spot and making you see stars, stuttered out whimpers spilling from your lips while you tried desperately to stay conscious.

   “Y-Yes, I knew. I knew, I knew I was giving in to you!”

   Your stuttered out cries of bliss made him grin, pushing you up onto the pool table entirely while he leaned over your body, continuously burying himself into you until you were screaming out his name at the top of your lungs; your walls clamping down around him, clenching desperately as you rode out your orgasm.

 It wasn’t long before Taishiro’s hips went still, his hot seed spilling into your body while he groaned out your name, his grip on your hips finally loosening enough for him to see the light bruises he had left behind.

   “Good.”

   You gasped when Taishiro pulled out of you, rolling you onto your back so that you were staring up at him, a thin layer of sweat covering your body, strands of hair clinging to your skin and making you look irresistible.

 Taishiro was prouder than he would ever say aloud; he had been the one to do this to you, the one to turn you into such a mess.

 “Because from now on, I’m going to fuck you senseless whenever I get the chance. You’re going to be my queen and my little slut all at once” He grinned widely as he spoke, enjoying the way your eyes widened and your cheeks flushed; it was a sight he would burn into his memory.

 In that moment, you were his perfection.

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[i-write-newsies]

(A/N): I decided to do some really simple and classic fluff after all the stuff in the last Oneshot. Hopefully, this one won't take me a literal MONTH. Hope y'all like it!! <33

AUs:

- Modern

- Coffee Shop

- College

Jack POV:

Jack is a hopeless romantic. A hidden one for the most part, but a hopeless romantic nonetheless.

Truth be told, he's never been in too many relationships, at least not ones that lasted long. He's liked a few girls before, boys too, and even dated a few. But they lasted 3 months, tops. His record for the quickest breakup was after 5 hours when the person found another person to dote on.

Despite bad experiences like that, Jack remains infatuated with love and the idea of soulmates. He listens to romantic songs on repeat, would always be ready to lend you a romcom, and daydreams about perfect dates with some fill-in-the-blank person when he's supposed to be studying Art History.

But lately, that blank template has been gaining more qualities of a certain boy from school. A certain boy with dark brown curly hair, with an adorable hooked nose, with olive-green eyes and a shy smile.

The moment his mind finally puts the pieces of the person together, he shoots up from laying down in his bed. He quickly pauses the music and struggles to unlock his phone out of a mix of confusion and excitement.

He scrolls through his contacts to the K section, clicking on Katherine's contact and pressing the facetime button. "Pick up, Kath..." he nervously mutters.

Suddenly, her face appears on the screen, "Hey, Jack! What's up?" she then notices the half vacant, half nervous expression his face is showing.

"You doin' okay?" Kath asks, brows furrowed.

"Huh? Yeah! I uhhhh..." Kath waits patiently, knowing his ADHD makes him lose his train of thought all too easily.

"Right! So, you're the only one who knows about me bein' kind of a hopeless romantic..." Jack looks down slightly, and Katherine giggles, knowing his embarrassment around loving love.

"What? Does big ole Jack Kelly have a crush?"

"I don't know!" he gives an exasperated sigh, "Maybe!"

"Okay, okay, calm down cowboy. Now which lucky person has caught your eye this time?" Jack mutters something incoherent below his breath. "What? I can't hear ya."

"Davey Jacobs."

Davey POV:

Davey sighs, taking a look at his computer.

A 2000 word essay on a topic of his choice for History due in 1 month. He knows how much time he has to finish this, and he knows that he could wait until a week until it's due to start it and still finish it on time perfectly, but no matter the assignment, there would always be a thought gnawing at the back of his brain telling him he NEEDS to get it done right now. And so he does. But he knows he needs coffee to do so.

Davey carefully slips his computer into his crammed backpack, as well as his wallet. He plans on going to his favorite cafe. The coffee there tastes like shit (though he would never admit it), but he knows the staff, and some of the baristas even attend his school. There was one that stood out to him, a certain Jack Kelly

Davey isn't sure what's so interesting about the creative student. It could be his heavy 'Hatten accent, or maybe it's his enthusiastic puppy dog energy about anything. It's kind of... adorable, I guess. He looks down at the ground while walking, trying his best to hide his red face. Davey doesn't swear much, but fuuuuuck.

He likes Jack Kelly. Jack Kelly of all people. The guy who accidentally SHARPENED HIS FINGER IN A PENCIL SHARPENER ONCE. Davey sighs, Jack may be an idiot, but no one can deny that it's charming in a way. He has tons of golden retriever energy.

Davey doesn't know what to do.

He sits down in a corner booth to avoid as much human contact as possible. He opens up his laptop and opens the tabs needed for his project. He slips on a pair of noise-cancelling headphones and attempts to block out the thoughts of Jack Kelly. The essay is number one priority right now. Suddenly, Davey sees a looming figure out of the corner of his eye. He snaps his neck up to see...

Oh no.

Fudge.

"What can I get for ya, darlin'"

Jack POV:

Davey's face heats up. I don't really consider this a win, considering that's the way most people react when I call them darling. What can I say? It's a habit of mine.

"U-uhm..maybe-" he stutters quietly.

I speak up to help him out a bit, "I've seen you here before. You always order the hot chocolate with 2 pumps of espresso, right?" He squeaks out a yes.

"Comin right up, doll" his face lights up a bright red again.

Shit. Did I mess it up? Is he uncomfortable with those terms? I come from southern roots, which has pros and cons. The pros are: I'm really resilient, my tea is sweetened to PERFECTION, and I can smell when it's going to rain. Cons: The situation that just unfolded.

As I enter the kitchen area, I sigh. I come on way too strong. I quickly make Davey's order, after all, I did memorize it. I look at the plain hot chocolate. Needs a little something. He seems like the spicy sweet kinda guy, so I carefully add a good amount of whipped cream, and sprinkle some cinnamon on top. I really shouldn't be bringing favoritism into my work, but Dave should be an exception.

Being careful not to spill my masterpiece built out of hot chocolate and whipped cream, I bring it to Davey, who seems very deep in thought, staring at his computer. Trying not to disturb him, I set the drink gently down, then I lift one of his headphones.

"Whatcha doin' Dave?"

He jumps, turning red once AGAIN. "Jesus Christ, bud, got some sorta skin reddening condition?"

"Wh- I- You-" He sputters before regaining his composure, "One, none of your business, two, none of your business."

I feign a wound and put my hand over my chest, "Davey Jacobs! So rude!" I put my arm over my forehead and sigh dramatically, then sneak a peek at him. He's laughing a little. I grin, so he doesn't hate me! Whew!

A few hours,10 drink orders and slightly too loud joking and laughing later, Davey's still here, working on some big project. At this point I've stopped charging him and have just been paying for them myself. I make my way to his table once more.

I notice his cup is empty, "Refill?" I ask, he nods. That's when I notice the bags under his red eyes. I walk back a bit and lean on his table. "You need to sleep, Dave." He shakes his head as a response and I sigh.

I make my way to the kitchen and decide to not add caffeine in this. He needs it. My hands go on autopilot as I start to think about him. He's just so... pretty.

I bite my lip. Should I...? Ah, fuck it, I'm almost done with my shift. I grab a scrap of paper and a pen and scrawl my number, with the message

'Call me ;P'

Beside it. I take a deep breath and carefully balance the cup all the way to Davey's corner booth. The sight is adorable. Davey is laying down on the table, asleep, head tilted to one side, face illuminated by the computer screen. I smile gently.

All I think about for the rest of the night is that sight. As I sit in bed, drawing the scene, I hear a ding from my phone. I open texts and see from an unknown number:

Hey, Jack?

It's Davey.

The student from the coffee shop.

I grin.

Hey Dave :P

I quickly change his contact to <3 Dave <3 with my recent drawing of him as the profile picture.

Before I know it, we're talking about everything. It's honestly so much easier texting than actually interacting with people. My brain decides to peace out for a long minute, and my hands automatically do the typing. Bad decision. Why? Because I barely even notice when I hit send.

Do you wanna go on a date with me? I was thinking about getting froyo, and maybe watching a cheesy romcom. Whaddya say, Dave?

I can only watch, petrified, as I see...

<3 Dave <3 is typing...

~Ω~Ω~Ω~Ω~Ω~Ω~Ω~Ω~Ω~Ω~Ω~Ω~Ω~

(A/N):

Hope y'all like this! Pt. 2 will be their date!! btw no one has really interacted or requested fanfics, so if you could vote for this or request something, that would really make me happy.

~ Race

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