#not with everyone i've ever met/befriended or anything but like. with more than one person ive cared really deeply about

[bi-demon-ium]

just a vent dont mind me

thinking about like. you know like. when you do a lot for someone you love, or just in general, like, you put in a lot of effort into something, into helping someone or making them happy, and like. you do it because you love them, or because you care about them, or just because you want to help, or because it's right, or because you just like making people happy. and that's great, that's fine, like. you really aren't doing it for something. like you don't expect anything back. they certainly don't owe you anything, they didn't ask for it, and you wanted to do it, and you'd do it again. will do it again. but sometimes it kind of--like. unfairly, selfishly, it kind of hurts that no one does the same for you. like. it feels like maybe you're not worth it. and that's silly, like. you didn't do it so that they'd do something for you, and you offered, you did it without being asked, you did it because you wanted to, and that's--that's fine. they don't owe you anything. no one owes you anything. it's petty to think i did this for you, why can't you do this for me? it's selfish. and that's fine. like. it's fine. like. it's not that you want to stop doing nice things--even if the petty thought occurs to you, the second it actually comes time, you'll immediately give in because you want them to be happy, you like doing nice things, even at cost of your preciously rare time and energy, and that's okay! they don't ask--or maybe they do, but they fully would take no for an answer and not be upset about it, and you know it's your choice--you just do it because you want to. but is it so selfish to just. wish someone would want to for you, for once? without being asked? to want to be the one taken care of? to be the one someone cooks for just because, or takes care of when you're sick, or someone goes out of their way to watch something with you even if they're not interested, or like. just. anything. anything like that. just because it's you, or just because they can, and it's nice. is that so bad. why does it always feel like you put more in than they do. why do you feel bad about it when they didn't ask you to, you're the one putting that in, and they don't owe you something equal just because you decided to go overboard. like. it's just. being too much, i guess. wanting too much. i dunno. might cry a bit.

......anyway, [bill wurtz voice] you could make a blorbo fanfic out of this

yes, yes. projecting onto blorbos. That Will Fix Me.

so if you see some extremely specific angst fic from me later, [rainbow star goes across the screen] Now You Know

#this is mostly about one specific person but she doesn't even have a tumblr so it's not like she'll see this. well maybe a few people but #no one who has my tumblr. but also just in general i think i just. i dont know sometimes i think i pour too much of myself into everything #i like. Feel Too Deeply. #care too much? maybe? and then feel selfish when i feel bad it isn't necessarily returned with the same level of intensity? #i don't know that makes it sound like it's everyone and it's not #but just like. it's a pattern #not with everyone i've ever met/befriended or anything but like. with more than one person ive cared really deeply about #but how much of that is real and how much of it is my warped perceptions? thrown off by self esteem issues and self centeredness? #i so easily misunderstand things. or do i? maybe im jsut really easy to manipulate? or both? although manipulate implies its on purpose #i dont think it is #but i guess i wouldnt know #im a little too stupid for that #i dont know .ignore me #vent #man my mommy issues are out of hand #delete later #probably #yknow i dont remember al ot of my childhood but surely she did like. hug me sometimes right? like take care ofme when i was sick? i know #that dad did but like. it's not like she's actually terrible at parenting and she likes young kids and it was pre-losing my dad so like #probably??? right???? i just dont remember??? #oh no my hands are shaking thats not good #god 'cares too much' this makes me sound like some kind of saint or something. not what i mean. just like. ugh i dont know #its. its annoying.

[heartfullofleeches]

Miller [Streamer Yan] and Vtuber Darling that's a regular 110% human being just like them :). Darling's model is pretty average, yet cute looking, but it's their gimmick that really pulls people in.

"Ah, I'm a little thirsty. Excuse me while I drink water with my human mouth... which I have only one of."

"Do you like when I play horror games? I. Like. Them. Too. But I prefer the ones where the main character befriends the monsters at the end :)"

"Oh... Is that really what people look like instead?... I. Am full of meat too. We have so much more in common than I thought."

Quite the oddball, but their chat finds their behaviors adorable. Miller does too. They're over the moon when Darling accepts their friend requests and even more thrilled when darling mentions Miller is their first companion and streaming buddy. They've never been able to make friends before and was lonely because of it, but since they've gained a following it feels like they're never alone.

There are a few hiccups on the day Miller and Darling first stream together. Static drowns out darling's voice when they call and Miller can faintly hear what sounds like...purring? in the background. Darling apologies for the strange sounds once they're finally able to get through to Miller - their pet cat was happy they finally made a friend.

Miller is crushing hard from day one. They've never seen darling's face, but if they're half as cute as their voice they might be too far out of Miller's league. They've tried scrolling through darling's social media pages for photos of them, but all they were able to find was old selfies taken in the worst lighting imaginable... Pretty blurry too.

Darling likes Miller too. They feel as though they can trust the streamer. Trust them with anything.

"Mill...er? I. Have a confession."

"I'm all ears- Lay it on me, baby."

"Can you promise? Promise. Not to be.. Afraid?"

"Afraid? Who'd ever be scared of someone like you? You don't really scream serial killer from the conversations we've had so far."

"If that's is the case... Join the call. See. Me. I. Trust you, Miller."

Call? Oh, darling invited them to a video call. It's crazy that it's the first one after all the time, but Miller respects their privacy....a little. Miller can't see much of anything when they join in. Small, white lights greet them shrouded by the darkness of darling's room as their end connects. Looking closer, Miller realizes....

Those are eyes.

"I'm. So sorry for deceiving you.... and everyone else. Miller.... Thank you for being so kind to me. I couldn't lie to you anymore. I'm sorry. I understand. If you hate me now ...."

"Hate you?.... I'm trying to figure out when our first date is-"

"Ah?"

"You like pork chops? Steak? I remember you talking a lot about meat in earlier streams. I like a person who can really eat, y'know?"

Are they.... flirting? Darling is vaguely aware of the practice. Miller can see them right? Why are they acting so nonchalant about their appearance?

"Hm? It's still you, isn't it? A few more eyes or rows of teeth don't change the fact you're one of the chillest people I've met online. Cutest too. Even now.... So, when can we meet up?"

Miller is strange.... but Darling is strange too. They're happy they met them.

-

Miller: So you're telling me you've been this sexy monster person this entire time?

Vtuber Darling: i... suppose?

Miller: And you choose that boring ass design as your avatar?! Actually that was probably better for me personally - weeds out some of the competition.

#Miller my oc #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere oc #yandere insert #yandere blurb #yandere streamer #monster reader

[saturnbellfromhell]

ASTRO OBSERVATIONS II

So you've seemed to really enjoy my astro oberservations, so today I'm going to do some more! I hope you enjoy and if there's any questions, feel free to ask.

💧5th house stellium

I've noticed these natives don't like to change their routine for anybody. They can come off a little bit selfish because of it. They also like to tell everyone everything about themselves. If they've finished any college, o you will know. There also really into working out, looking good, smelling fresh and love to be noticed, but don't like saying that. They are also very curious about things only they like, if they think what you're talking about is boring to them, they will let you know.

💧 Aphrodite and Saturn in the 1st house

This can be a very complicated placement. In one way the native is considered a beautiful individual, but they themselves cannot see it that way. The glowup will come later in life and the native will have some complications with their skin, weight etc. But it will pass!

💧 Mercury in Aquarius

These people are known to be book worms and love to learn, constitley. But they do have this tick about them where they always think they know the best.

💧 Gemini Moon

They're so fucking funny without even trying, I swear. If you ever want to hear something chaotic, call a Gemini moon. They are the feral club rats and can befriend anyone. But at the same time they maybe have 1 or 2 people they really open up to and tell them how they really feel. I feel like they can be even more detached than Libra and Aquarius moons. They can also be prone to sleeping with someone and than regreating it the next day.

💧Pluto in the 4th house

This can mean a very turbulent family life. A very love-hate relationship with their mother. They maybe didn't grow up with the mother and than reconnected with her later in life. The mother can become very ill later down the line and it falls on their lap, making them have a symbiotic house life. The native takes cares and adores the mother, but the mother also becomes a burden to deal with. These people also have a very strict way at looking at family life, children. They don't relate to people wanting a white picked fance and 4 kids running around the yard. Try to understand these people, they really have a soft spot. .but don't be too aggressive with your questions.

💧Earth Venuses

I think what they all have in common is they're really big pleasers in the bedroom. Quite dominant and right to the point. The guy earth Venuses love to be small spoons when cuddling, but will never ever admit it! The girls are really big sweethearts in private, but seem really cold and profesional outside the house.

💧12 house stellium

I've never met a 12th house stellium person who wasn't the sweetest person ever. They are so down to earth and try to understand all. They are the shoulder to cry on, for sure.

💧 North node in Leo

They love tattoos, standing out, having piercings, having some bold jewelry piece. Having some sort of style everybody wants, but can't recreate. But they deal with some much self doubt at the beginning of their journey. Since their South node is in Aquarius, they are prone to go back to their humanitarian ways, people pleasing etc. It's also tough in relationships, since they feel the need for independence and shinning on their own, but also want to understand their partner and help them. I would recommend them to shift your priorities to bettering yourself, career etc, not other people. It's your time to shine and you deserve it, more than anything!

💧 6 house stellium

They are prone to join the army and actually are really good at it. I mean this this is house of routines and discipline after all.

💧Sagittarius Moon

These people are something, let me tell you that. A Sag Moon is prone to work in other cities or countries. Their mind is very sharp and clean about what they want. I've noticed they can be big loners in their free time. Like they live to be the head of the party, cracking jokes and doing their thing, but in their house they are very reserved and quite. They need to recharge for the day, that's for sure.

💧 Air- Water dominant people

This is very confusing to the native. I mean on one side we have a emotional and semi psychic sign and on the other a rational and mental sign. These people are prone to heavy changing over the years, really stepping into their personality can be difficult and always altered by surroundings and people. They are a little bit bipolar also. Some days they'll want to speak with everybody and party their butt off, the next they want peace and quietness. Sometimes they want to travel the world and others they never want to leave their home. It depends on the day, I guess..

xoxo nk

#astrology observations #astro placements #astrology #zodic signs #zodiac #aste #astro observations

[j0hnj4ej3n]

08:02 p.m.

note: was being so delusional after mark came onto bubble & then did an instagram live to spend mark o'clock with us, and after declaring that he misses us and wants us to know AAAAAAKKK he's so crazy for that!!!! this man has me soooo delusional. so i thought of this little something because he looks so gorgeous today and i've been really busy these few weeks due to submissions~~ hope yall enjoy <3

(not proofread, i wrote this impulsively in less than an hour)

mark: are we still meeting to study at the cafe after your lecture tmr? y/n: yes! my lecture ends at 730~ mark: alright, i’ll wait for you so we can walk to the cafe tgt?  y/n: okayy sounds good

That was the texts you had with Mark last night. And as promised, once your lecture was done, Mark was already outside your lecture hall waiting for you. 

To be very honest, the two of you haven’t been friends for very long, having only met through a writing class last semester. But two weeks ago, you bumped into Mark at this newly opened 24-hour cafe just off campus. 

It’s crunch time now that finals are around the corner so the library is always packed. And the corner seat you love so much on the third floor is always occupied by this one freshman and his group of friends. So you were hoping this cafe was new and quiet enough to be your place to study for this time of the semester. 

When you got there, you found Mark, nose deep in his lecture notes studying with his wired earphones plugged in. You decided to greet him merely out of being polite, since you haven’t seen him around recently. But Mark seemed excited to see you and even invited you to study with him.

So here you two are again, routinely studying your Tuesday (and Friday) nights away together since that fateful day two weeks ago. 

Well, at least Mark is studying. 

To be fair, you’ve always found Mark cute. Since he asked if he could share your table in class last semester, you took note of how attractive your classmate is. His round, starry eyes and high cheekbones. His sweet smile that appears oh, so often. Better yet, he has one of the cutest and most contagious laughters you’ve ever heard. But you never took it as anything too serious. Mark has always been cute, but you didn’t really know the guy outside of class. 

These two weeks however, have made you acutely aware of how wonderful Mark really is as a person. He was diligent and intelligent, yet so humble about it all, refusing to slack just because he’s already getting good grades. Mark is attentive, if he notices you struggling, he takes the initiative to ask if you need help. And doesn’t mock you or make you feel small for not understanding something. 

He’s also just really sweet. You firmly believe Mark could befriend anyone and everyone. There’s just something about him that makes those around him feel comfortable. Like, you don’t have to put up a front when you’re with Mark because he won’t judge you. Instead he embraces all of you and is genuinely interested in everything you say, even if he has differing opinions. 

Being around Mark is easy. And the longer you stare at him, the more you realise that Mark isn’t just cute. He’s gorgeous. 

And you hate to admit it to yourself, but you’re definitely falling for Mark Lee. 

“Hello? Earth to y/n…?” 

You can only bring yourself to blink back at Mark, who’s waving his hand in front of your face. Have you been staring at him all this time? 

“Oh, I’m sorry… were you saying something?” 

Mark chuckles, shaking his head. He looks down almost shyly, then lifts his head up to look at you again. 

“You’ve just been staring at me for a while, I was starting to wonder if I had something on my face.”

You want the ground to swallow you up. To be honest, you have not been getting any revision done tonight because the only real studying you’ve been doing is of Mark’s pretty face. And it’s embarrassing because he caught you. 

You can’t help but feel the embarrassment creep up on you, feeling the blood rush to your head. You cover your face with your hands and all Mark does is let out a quiet laugh. He really isn’t laughing at you though, he simply thinks you’re really endearing.

“Sorry… I didn’t mean to stare.” You pause, thinking of an excuse as you lift your head, “The lecture really butchered my brain, I was just daydreaming for a bit.”

“It’s okay, you just seemed so happily deep in thought. It was kinda cute,” Mark says, so casually as he returns his attention back to his notes, you almost miss his subtle compliment at the end. Did he just call you cute?  

He looks up at you again, smiling sweetly. “We don’t have to stay too late tonight if you’re tired.”

You shake your head, “It’s fine, I’m good now.” 

You really are not, because your heart is thumping so loudly against your chest over a simple smile from Mark. And your mind doesn’t focus on anything that isn’t Mark. But if you pretend well enough, if you control your urge to just stare at Mark for way too long… maybe you’ll get to spend a few more hours alone with Mark right here in this cosy, quiet cafe.

#nct mark #mark lee #mark fluff #mark lee scenarios #j0hnj4ej3n

[spicysix]

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can you guys believe it's been a whole year since we've met Eddie Munson?! since I've fallen head over heals for that man? since i've been reading a different ST fanfic every night before bed? since i've flipped this blog Upside Down (heh) and made this little TV show my entire personality?

and since then i've done a lot! i went back into writing fanfics after 5 years of nothing, first of all. and i've met and befriended so many special people, and i've admired so many special fanworks, and we all bonded over some children and their gaggle of babysitters.

and you saw my little blog dedicated to our little blorbos and decided to stay here ♡

so because of all that, i'm kickstarting a double (and my first one ever) celebration! pop one of those below into my inbox and get me working!

・celebration begins May 27 and ends May 31 ・meaning you can send requests until the end date, but i'm a bit slow so it can take me longer than that to answer everything. be patient, please ♡ ・you can send in as many requests as you want, just please send different emojis requests in different asks! ・you don't need to be following me to participate (but if you liked it, consider following anyway? let's be friends!) ・minors and billy stans DNI

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thank you so much to everyone that follows me and interacts with me or supports my fics in any way!! i love you all to the moon and back, hope to stay here for a long while to talk about our beloved ones. and here's to many more friends to come! ♡

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#stranger things #eddie munson #lui's strange celebration #followers celebration #im so excited for this!!!! #letss goooo #yes eddie gets two emojis bc i love him #stranger things fanfic

[charaznablescanontoyota]

"now for a little music, thanks" re: fbic titles?

now for a little music, thanks - mob finds a different boy to befriend in the casino car.

the jazz band in the lounge has a weird vibe. mob only catches it in passing; there's something about them that makes his skin crawl, like an ice cube pressed to the back of his neck. he can ignore it easily enough sitting at the bar with everyone else, but the feeling follows him on his way to the elevator--mob can't figure out why until one of the musicians slides through the doors just as they start to close.

it's a black-haired boy in a leather jacket a size too big for him, who can't be much older than al or audrey. mob can't remember what instrument he was playing. mob doesn't really remember the faces of the musicians at all; he just recognizes the vibe that makes him bristle.

there's the gleam of a number on one of the boy's hands, but he doesn't acknowledge mob as a fellow passenger. he doesn't say anything at all, actually. apparently he's more than happy to stand on the opposite side of the glass elevator and hum to himself instead of engaging in conversation.

or--so mob thinks, anyway. up until the elevator doors are fully shut, and the other boy reaches out with a shit-eating grin on his face and slides his hand down the panel of buttons, lighting up each and every floor.

"hey," mob says. "that - that was not. that was not cool."

the boy screams. genuinely, actually, screams, and jumps about a foot in the air. it's so unexpected that mob also jumps in place.

"what!?!" the boy asks shrilly, his face white as a sheet.

"uh," mob says, and promptly flinches backwards as the other boy encroaches wildly on his personal space bubble, leaning forward until they're almost nose to nose.

"you can SEE me?" the boy demands.

oh. the rancid vibes make sense now. mob blinks, waves a hand through the boy's face just to make sure--and it does pass through, with all the sudden chill that comes from dipping your hand in ectoplasm. mob and the ghost boy both shudder.

"okay, rude," the ghost boy says.

"sorry," mob says, shaking his hand like he's trying to flick droplets of water off it.

"you didn't answer my question, though."

"oh," mob says. "i'm psychic. you're not the first ghost i've met. or the last, probably. uh, are the rest of the people in your band also - also dead, or...?"

"yeah, we all died at the same time. you know how it is with food poisoning," the ghost boy says, like this is totally reasonable. "i'm reggie. how many ghosts have you met?"

mob blinks. "ever?"

"yeah, ever."

"how much time do you have?"

reggie glances over to the elevator panel, still all lit up. "i'd say about thirty floors worth."

#interstitial infinity #crucially. they still end up cheating at slots #marn writes #sunset curve on the train i do think about them. a cameo that was truly only for me #someone (electricgaunt??) said smth about mob getting an absolutely rancid vibe from them #due to them being weird ghosts. and i think its a very funny concept

[asparaygus]

CAFÉ CRUSH | R. ITOSHI × GN!READER

—☀︎︎ sypnosis: after days of haunting thoughts of the pretty café boy, you muster up the courage to talk to him... and it turns out pretty well?

➪ part 1 | part 2

after that incident, you start to notice rin more and more. you always catch him looking at you. truthfully speaking, it made you blush and feel the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. but who wouldn't feel that way? a handsome looking guy sneaking glances at you— multiple times, on every day you both "coincidentally" appear in the same café.

it had you thinking, maybe he liked you? you knew that you were fairly attractive. but to be able to pull a guy like rin? you definitely had some doubts.

he had been constantly haunting your thoughts ever since that day. the dark haired boy seemed to never get tired of running around in your mind. it frustrated you, really, not being able to write properly since you can't think of another thing except him.

so, filled with determination, you gathered up the courage to talk with him. you decided that it'll ease your mind and help you get over the constant thoughts that have been forced into your mind. and maybe you'd even earn a friend— or perhaps something more?

you jolt up to the ring of the café's doorbell, looking up to see the teal eyed man who you've been waiting for. god, he looks as handsome as ever.

your eyes watch his figure as he makes his usual order. you noticed how his eyes subtly brighten up as he sees the display of pastries beside the cash register. 'cute.'— you thought.

as he turns around to start his search for an unoccupied table, (preferably near yours), he sees your eyes among the crowd— staring right back at his.

it was as if time stopped. everyone around the two of you suddenly vanished, leaving the both of you to have an intense staring contest. you were lost in each other's eyes, a look of yearning visible in both. you couldn't hear anything— hell, it felt like your body and mind went numb. only focusing on the male a few feet away from you.

subconsciously, your hand rose up and sent a small wave down his way, a small yet awkward smile on your face. rin was slightly taken back from your gesture, but he did wave back in return.

you sat in one of the café's booths, so you knew there was more than enough room for the both of you. you point to the seat beside you and patted it, gesturing him to sit with you.

he hesitantly took your offer, taking small steps towards you with his tray of food in hand. he sat infront of you, an awkward silence between you as the people's chatter serves as background noise.

the two of you ate in the drowning silence. you were a bit intimidated by him, and he was shy especially since he had a massive crush on you.

rin had come to the conclusion that you knew he fancied you, and that was the reason you invited him to sit with you. his heartrate was increasing rapidly, he stared down at you as you drank from your cup. the foam of the coffee sticking to your face, making it look like a mustache.

the tall male chuckled softly, causing you to quickly dart your eyes up at him with a confused expression. he had a small smile on his face as he looked at you lovingly, making you blush.

"you've got something here." he says, pointing to his philtrum. your eyes widen and hurriedly took a napkin to wipe it off. "is it gone?" the boy only nods, turning back to finish his meal.

"so uhm-" you started off, catching his attention. his sharp eyes met yours, causing you to unconsciously hold your breath.

"i've noticed you eyeing me for a while. and i thought that... maybe you wanted to be friends?"

the boy blushed at being reminded of how he stared at you whenever he got the chance. "y-yeah. that would be nice." he averts his eyes from yours.

your face held a small smile, happy that you were able to befriend yet another person.

"oh, and... i'm sorry about all the staring. i found you really cute and i couldn't help myself." he admits shyly while rubbing the back of his neck.

you find yourself smiling wider, your lips were practically ear-to-ear. "it's fine! you're pretty attractive too, if i say so myself." you wink.

rin's face visibly got redder. he bit his bottom lip to prevent a smile appearing on his face. how were you doing these things to him?

all his life, he had never liked anyone. yeah, sure, he'd have small crushes here and there, but he never felt this way before.

when he first saw you, he had just found this café recently and wanted to try it out. he sat a table away from you. you were busy typing away at that laptop of yours. he caught a glance of you as he was looking around the café. it wasn't as busy back then, the atmosphere was peaceful and quiet as jazz music played in the background.

rin then saw you as he was gazing around the place, innocently eyeing you with interest. the way you'd stop a few times from typing to take a sip of your beverage or to stretch your arms, the way you'd scrunch up your nose whenever your glasses glided down, in attempt of trying to push it back up without moving your hands (but end up doing so since it didn't work).

he kept on staring at you, his eyes lingering on every feature of your face, it was as if he was trying to memorize what you looked like. your pouty lips, glistening eyes, squishy cheeks; all of it luring him into a trance.

you looked pretty— no, scratch that. you were ethereal.

rin admired you, but not just because of your beauty, but because of how kind you were. how you would always thank the server, how you would clean up your mess before you leave, how the first thing that leaves your mouth when you go up to the register was "good morning! hi, how are you?" rather than bossily saying your order.

as time passed, he knew himself that he had fallen for you. there was no point in trying to deny it. he would always look for your presence, trying to get even the slightest glimpse of your face.

you were always the best part of his day.

and now, he couldn't even believe what was happening. you were sitting across from him, talking with him, asking him about his day.

he swore life couldn't get any better than this...

..but he couldn't be more wrong.

skip forward a few years later; rin was hugging you from behind, his hands intertwining with yours. he fidgets with the golden ring around your finger, his own hand wearing a matching one.

his head rests on your shoulder as the two of you watch your kids play in the front yard. "mom!! haru's cheating!!" your daughter yells.

your son, haru, turns around to face his sister, his hands holding a soccer ball. "what!? no i wasn't!! stop lying, mizu!"

rin smiles at the two while they bicker. he looks at them with a loving gaze; he can't help but feel whole. he was finally happy— he was finally complete.

"are you just gonna keep on hugging me or are you gonna let me stop our kids from ripping each other's throats out?"

#rin itoshi #itoshi rin #itoshi rin fluff #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin x you #bllk itoshi rin #bluelock fluff #bluelock x reader #blue lock #bllk #blue lock fluff

[turianosauruswrex]

Peregrine and alone, break, and ghost?

!!!!! Thank you I'm so excited to talk about my son

alone: How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there’s no one around to see them?

Ooh this is really good. I think Peregrine hasn't really been left alone alone that much-- they grew up in the Church of Bhaal, which I've been kind of playing as a conglomerate of 20th century cults with an added dose of murder (this is because I'm fascinated by cults), SO a lot of that was built-in community and isolation from everyone else outside of it. They've been alone in the sense that all of their companions from age 10 have been Bhaalists. It's dangerous to get attached to Bhaalists, because either they're going to kill you or they're going to die horribly. Or you both will! The Church of Bhaal is not one for fostering close relationships, so while there is like, a constant presence of others, people constantly watching you to see if you step out of line or live up to the whole Bhaalspawn thing, there's still loneliness.

Per thought they could handle this! They're Bhaal's favorite little prince (citation needed), they're basically royalty in the Waterdeep temple, less so in the Baldur's Gate one because of the Anchevs, but still! They're above the rest of the temple; all they need is their Father's approval, right? Right?

They don't, actually. They were painfully lonely for a hundred years, despite being surrounded by their Family. And then they kind of accidentally befriended a target they were supposed to kill, Eileen. And then they kind of accidentally befriended a priest, Caoimhe. And then they fell in love with the priest.

They deal with loneliness by suppressing it, tamping it down til it's barely anything at all, and then at the first show of kindness it all explodes. When they're alone, no one around to see them, they busy themselves so they don't get lost in thought. Per is naturally very anxious, and they have done literally a century's worth of work to get that in check. Their best method is distraction.

break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?

Hahahahahahahaha oh this has happened. Not in campaign yet, in backstory. So the priest, right? (hi @sparky-sparkerson) Like I said, they kind of caught feelings for him, it was mutual, BUT Peregrine thought he ended up choosing the Church of Ilmater over them. They got pissed, they lashed out, they said some extremely unkind things to this poor man, and then when the priest said he loved them and Peregrine almost said it back Bhaal stopped their fucking heart.

Just for a second! Just briefly! Just enough to flex. But it was enough to spook them and make them run, and they ran to Eileen's house brokenhearted and sobbing in her guest bedroom and wishing they'd never met him, and when she challenged them on that they stuck to their guns. There was another argument. Loud, nasty. They snapped and finally killed her in it, and a week after they reported the assassination done to the Primistress of the Waterdeep temple they ran to Baldur's Gate.

Then three years later they heard a new priest was coming from Waterdeep to Rivington. Ilmatari. They tried to write a paper bird to Caoimhe to apologize, to beg him to meet with them in person again. It turned to ash in their hands.

Peregrine's breakdowns are violent-- most often turned outwards-- and they are messy. Caused more often than not by abandonment, perceived or otherwise, and/or the loneliness they've let build up like toxins. They are feral. They are unstable. Caoimhe has seen them here, and Eileen, and Caoimhe is in Barovia and Eileen is fucking dead, so no one living. Their party hasn't seen a breakdown yet but that doesn't mean it's not coming. At this point, they don't trust the party enough to let them hurt them, so the only thing that could do it currently is disapproval from their Father.

ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?

Hahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahha Caoimhe and Eileen. They killed one, might as well have killed the other for what the breakup did to him. And while they regretted what they said to him almost immediately, they never got a chance to rectify it. They loved him. They loved him so much, and in the end they were too scared to commit to it like they accused him of being. Between him and Eileen Peregrine was almost ready to turn away from the Church of Bhaal, and instead they just dove deeper into it.

Eileen, their temper got the better of them. She had been working on it with them for so long, and in the end it didn't matter. She did her best and helped them, genuinely, she really did. And she didn't have to do any of it. She could have just called the Watch about the weird elf with knives breaking into her house, but she took a chance on them and how pathetic they looked and it helped them. She died for her efforts.

It haunts them that they hurt people they loved. It haunts them that this, seemingly, was inevitable. Bhaalspawn don't get to have partners. Bhaalspawn don't get to have friends. They don't get to have people who love them. It haunts them that they loved.

The third, secret thing that haunts Peregrine is this: Their only memory of their mother is her body lying broken and bleeding on the ground as they were scooped up and carried away by Bhaalist clergy in black and violet robes. They remember their hands were bloody. They're convinced they killed her. Bhaalspawn don't get to have people who love them.

#asks #latelylavellan #this was SO FUN thank you so much!!!! #per knezevic #blood feud #further context: blue and i do have an au where peregrine does not run when bhaal stops their heart and instead goes back to caoimhe #there are consequences! but there is an au where the breakup isn't permanent! #because i'm a SUCKER FOR IT #emily plays dnd

[sacredsnape]

Here’s a little sad request, trying to desperately be friendly and not bothering severus because you heard he’s not very social but then he snaps at you and it just hurt so you say "I don’t understand, why do you hate me so much?"

i do love some angsty snape fics🥲

summary : you've always been one to be very friendly to others, but your kindness completely backfires on you when you try using it on snape.

warnings: argument & cussing

genre: angst

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those who've known you often claimed that you were the nicest person they've ever met. you were modest and liked to say that everyone could be nice if they really tried, but in reality you were nice 100% of the time.

this came in handy whenever you had to settle disputes with family or friends, or when you were trying to talk to someone you liked. you were also a big extrovert and easily made new friends.

however, you were facing the challenge of trying to befriend your coworker, severus snape.

snape wasn't very social and didn't have a lot of friends; a lot of the students didn't like him and he was alone most of the time. you often did random acts of kindness for him, even if it was something as simple as letting him know that he dropped something or helping him clean up a mess that he made.

you and snape hardly exchanged more than five words with each other, but you were determined to become his friend and help him break out of his shell. you didn't like hearing students constantly belittling him and calling him all sorts of mean names.

you offered to help snape put together one of his lesson plans one day in an attempt to get closer to him. he seemed very standoffish and didn't say much for a while, simply focusing on his work.

"you know, you really don't have to help me," he quietly told you. you looked up from your notebook, raising your eyebrows.

"of course i do," you smiled at him. "it's the right thing to do."

"but why would you want to help someone like me?" he defensively asked you. "i'm not worthy of any help, according to the insolent little students here."

you sighed and put your notebook down on his desk. "severus, you shouldn't value the opinions of students so much. their words don't matter, you should know th-"

"well i don't know that!" snape suddenly snapped, causing you to flinch. "everyone in this school would rather have me sacked than continue being here, okay? i don't need your help or kindness or anything from you!"

you shrunk a little in your seat, your stomach sinking as your face flushed red. you bit your lip before hesitantly replying, "i...i don't understand. why do you hate me so much?"

snape cringed at your words. "i don't hate you, y/n. i'm just very used to people treating me like shit," he sighed loudly. "i'm not used to kindness, so it's a very strange feeling to me."

you frowned and slowly placed a hand on his arm, causing anape to tense up. "i didn't know that you felt that way...i'm so sorry, severus. i don't really know you that well, but i can assure you that no one, let alone you, deserve to be treated like shit. I just really enjoying being kind to others and wanted to be your friend."

snape's expression slightly softened. "you want to be my friend?" he asked you, sounding half shocked and half grateful. "even though practically everyone here hates me?"

"of course i do, and just because others hate you doesn't mean that i will," you gently explained to him. "i want to show you what it's like to be treated fairly because you deserve it."

snape smiled a little at you and nodded. "thank you, y/n. i appreciate that. i'm sorry for snapping at you."

"it's alright, trust me," you replied. "i've been told way worse."

snape shyly looked away before mumbling, "it'll be nice to finally have a friend who won't hurt me."

"and it'll be nice to make you feel good about yourself," you told snape. "you're really not as bad as others say you are."

snape's smile widened, not saying anything as he was feeling too flustered. instead, he just nodded at you and continued to smile as the two of you resumed your work.

deep down, snape was very grateful that someone was wanting to be his friend. he already had a feeling that you'd grow to mean a lot to him as time went on, and he couldn't wait to have a friend after so long.

#severus snape #snape content #snape love #snape imagines #snape one shot #professor snape #snape fanart #snape fanfiction #snape fic #hogwarts #pro snape #pro severus snape #anti snaters #snape angst #snape x you #snape community #snape defense #snape x y/n #snape x reader

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for making a friend?

So. Right off the bat I will say I'm well aware that getting attached to people is not a good idea, and I'm working on it, but this isn't what I'm asking here. I want to know, am I being an asshole to the person I'm befriending by befriending them?

I'm (25M) a spy/mercenary/jack of all trades insofar as they're related to scheming and murder. About a month ago I was investigating one of my boss's political rivals, and something entirely unprecedented happened to me. I was found out. As you can imagine, I'm rather an expert in sneaking in and out of heavily guarded places unseen, but one of the household's indentured servants (22M) managed to sneak up on me. I was impressed, and although I've killed a lot of people in the past, it's never been due to me making a stupid mistake like this. I decided it would be far better if I could spare his life and use his talents at the same time, so I offered him a deal to spy on his master and the household for me. In return, when I unravel the man's scheming and the family goes down, I offered to help free him from his indenture. Everyone wins.

He agreed, but asked me instead to free two other servants (16F and 11F) who work in the same household. I didn't understand why he wouldn't want the same for himself as well, but nonetheless we made a deal. Now over time, when he makes his reports to me, we've come to just... talk about anything and everything. On the one hand, he's one of the brightest people I've ever met, but on the other, he seems keenly afraid of speaking his mind--it's something that would be considered a terrible breach of etiquette for a servant like him, so I understand it. But exactly for that reason, I can't help but be overjoyed when he'll argue with me, or share some of his more unflattering opinions about high society.

He often initiates our debates himself, but then he seems to backtrack, and accuses me of trying to trick or manipulate him. He says I'm only treating him well in some ploy to win his loyalty and use him. I will admit that my motives in making our deal were not unselfish, but this was a clear transaction that we both agreed on. I have no reason to want him to like me, except... Well, except that I like him, as troubling as that is to admit.

As I said, I understand he has good reasons to be suspicious of people. I don't know if I can ever win his trust, and besides, I'm afraid all of this is making me lose track of my real goals. Maybe I should do my best to keep things strictly professional, and forget all about him when this is over. It's obviously causing him real distress--but he does speak to me more freely than he does to anyone else, and I think when he forgets to be wary of me he enjoys my company. Am I being the asshole?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

[megamindsupremacy]

Billy Batson fic recs

A birthday is just another day by Wolfsbanesparks

Billy had never been in the habit of celebrating his birthdays. He didn’t need the attention or the unnecessary fuss people made of the occasion. In fact when he bothered to remember the date at all it tended to make him more depressed than anything. Like right now for instance, where he felt more like curling up in a ball and blocking out the rest of the world for a while instead of facing his teammates.

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No one is going to believe you by Oka_hills1232

Captain Marvel enjoys pulling a very specific prank on unsuspecting members of the Justice League once a year, every year.

Cyborg had known Captain Marvel for a few months, and for the most part, he’d really liked the guy. Up until a few hours ago he’d have said the big red cheese was the nicest, most genuine person you’d ever meet--now though, now he’d come to the inevitable conclusion that Marvel was a conniving, devious little gremlin. A sneaky, underhanded trickster. Truely, he was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. An evil genius hiding in plain sight.

This revelation was set in motion a few years before Victor had joined the league…

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A firm place to stand by cdelphiki

Clark hasn't known Billy Batson for long, but he does know that Billy is a ten-year-old homeless child, who somehow has been burdened with the powers of the gods. There are so many things wrong with that, but not much Clark could do about it. Except offer Billy a safe place to live and the guidance of an adult who understands. For some reason, Billy says no thanks. Who knew it would be so difficult to convince a kid to stop living on the streets?

or: the Clark adopts Billy au I've wanted to write for years.

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Baby blues by wolfbanesparks

Harley had never been to Fawcett City in her life, but she had heard that it was basically as different from Gotham as a city could possibly be. Bright. Cheery. Happy. Friendly. Safe.

It was a place where, with any luck, she could ride out her pregnancy in secret and find a proper home for the kid afterwards.

Meeting the resident superhero and befriending the sweet kid from across the hall just made things more interesting.

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Waffles and bullshit by luminous_lily12

In the aftermath of an alien invasion, Billy calls bullshit when the Justice League rocks up to a diner for dinner in civies.

Honestly. It's just a dumb decision.

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The world won’t wait until you’re older by Kathkin

Shazam didn’t understand how taxes worked. He always seemed kind of lost when they talked politics. Wally often had the sense that he was nodding along with things he didn’t really understand. He knew what vaping was. Inexplicably he knew what TikTok was. Weird guy.

The Justice League try to adjust to their newest member. They know he's hiding something from them, but in their line of work everyone has secrets. Shazam's no different. Is he?

Or, the Justice League accidentally inducts a child and then deals with the fall-out.

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The many ages of captain marvel by roses_bloom_in_greenland

How old is Captain Marvel? That's a good question and one that the whole League has.

Bored to death during an uneventful monitor duty, Hal takes it upon himself to get answers--meaning that he straight up asked Captain Marvel.

What shocks him is not the answer, but the fact that there are multiple.

Meanwhile, Billy Batson is just trying to get enough food to survive the winter--and if he has to fuck with the other Leaguers to do it, he will.

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5 times the justice league met members of the shazamily (and the one time they realized why they hadn’t been introduced) by amanita_cynth

"It all started for Barry when he was overtaken by something bright purple and cackling."

Exactly what it says on the tin- the Justice League realising that there are more magical superheroes out there through a series of bizarre encounters while Captain Marvel avoids answering their questions.

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For ever is a long time by NaTeO11

There are many people that are immortal.

Billy and Damian are immortal.

And children.

And Damian got a bit enough of Klarion's meddling between them. Having spent 100 years together, he might as well as make a move since the last living brother still stands.

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The power of the gods by magical_devil_alex

Everyone knew Captain Marvel had the powers of gods, but never in the Justice League's life did they ever think they would come face to face with them.

Or, 6 times the Justice League realized how damn powerful Captain Marvel is, and the one time they found out Billy Batson was even stronger.

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Immortality is wasted on the young by moralluambiguous

Billy Batson is ten, and next year he's going to be in the sixth grade; Billy Batson's been 10 for a long time, and he's never going to be in the sixth grade

EDIT: ROUND TWO ADDITIONS

Billy batson and the orphan leaguers Christmas party by wanderbird

All in all, by the time the first snows hit, Billy was about as prepared for winter as he thought he could be. Then Wonder Woman and Martian Manhunter invited him to the first party he'd been to in years, overturning all of Billy's holiday plans.

Not that Billy minded. His holidays sucked.

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Statute of limitations by oka_hills1232

Captain Marvel has been in the game for a decade now. He's very likeable, everyone agrees on this, but that's about the only thing anyone can say about him. For however friendly he seems, he's never really talked about his life outside of the cape. That is, until today. The Justice League has just learned something rather alarming about their enigmatic colleague Captain Marvel. They really need to talk to him about it, the problem is, he's very hard to get ahold of… Billy's just here to enjoy himself and revel in the big reveal, after all, it's not like anyone can stop him now.

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A reason to fight by magical_devil_alex

Billy Batson's last memories consisted of staring into Superman's eyes as his former mentor burned a hole into his skull. After that, there was nothing but horrible darkness and a voice calling out to him, one that continued to get stronger and stronger. Without any warning, he's reborn, awaking in the Rock of Eternity to find out that he never actually died, and the Regime has fallen.

He should be happy knowing that the Insurgency won, that Superman was getting the justice he deserved… but he couldn't be. Something in Billy Batson died, and even now with the help of Shazam, it was never coming back.

In a world trying to get back onto its feet, how could he be apart of it, especially knowing he was part of the reason it fell in the first place?

AKA, I'm salty that Shazam died in Injustice and this is my way of giving the middle finger.

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Play pretend by electricdazeworld

Basically stuff happens and Billy gets de-transformed, leading the league to think he got de-aged.

Billy ends up just rolling with this and tries to find a way to not be busted for actually being a kid

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The heart of eternity by kathkin

"What’d you want, mister?”

“I want your life.” There’s a smooth sound of steel on leather as he draws his sword, and Freddy’s throat goes tight. The metal has a sheen to it, like an oil slick. Looking at it turns his stomach in a way he’s never experienced before – not when he’s powered up. There’s a wrongness about it so intense that it takes him half a second to process what the guy had said.

“What?” he says.

“I come to this realm seeking to face the champion in combat. You will fight me, champion – to the death.”

“Yeah, I’m,” Billy says, “not gonna do that.”

When you're the champion, it feels like nothing can hurt you; it feels like you can fly forever. A visitor from another world. A normal night gone off the rails. An adventure turned into a nightmare.

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I am not a prince by oka_hilld1232

Teth hasn't claimed to be a good person in a long time, but there are certain lines he's not willing to cross--even on his crusade against the Old Wizard--and now he has discovered his mortal enemies greatest secret. The only question now, is what is he going to do about it? Fawcett City is closing ranks, Khandaq is up in arms, the media are losing their minds, the gods themselves are restless, and Captain Marvel isn't saying anything. The Justice League is growing increasingly concerned by their enigmatic friend Captain Marvel and the apparent custody battle he is now embroiled in with his nemisis. Superman and Batman take it upon themselves to investigate, and help if they can. Superman because he's always had a soft spot for the Champion of Magic, and Batman because there has never been a case involving a kid that he hasn't taken very personally. Billy Batson has been independent for years now, and he's not about to let anyone tell him what to do.

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(obligatory self rec)

Aging

Billy has had a long, long time to come to terms with the realization that he may be aging up, but he will never age out being a hero. It takes him a few decades to figure himself out, nonetheless.

#mads posts #dc fic recs #billy batson #billy batson fic rec #pls tell me if I messed up any formatting or links #not sure if I should leave this as is or if I should add a read more #tell me if I should add a read more #fic recs #fic rec list #dc fic rec list

[universallyvoidcloud]

Introducing:

Tae Kuo Park. My name means limitless blessing in Korean. My parents are the only ones to use my given name. Everyone else calls me TK. It's easier for people to remember, and it gives less of an opportunity to fuck up the pronunciation. I have a sister, Dae, whom I love dearly and would start and finish a war behind. I'm the oldest by 16 months. I was named after my dad, Kuo, like many Korean families. He has been married to my mom, Woo, for nearly 30 years. They met through mutual friends, Guozhi and Chie Song. The Songs have been family for all my life. I grew up with their sons, Ghang and Gan. Ghang is the oldest by 4 years. Gan is a few months younger than Dae. Gan is my partner in crime since birth. Ghang is big brother to us all.

When my grandparents immigrated to America, my grandfather worked his ass off and eventually started a business. It started off small, and grew into this global corporation. My grandfather was a smart man and jumped in on the electronic side of business before it became what it is today. His gamble paid off and made him a millionaire. Eventually he retired and my mom took over the company. Meanwhile, my dad opened a dojo with Mr. Song. Under my mom's guidance, the company branched out. It started in New York, but now we have stations in Sacramento, Seattle, Miami, Tokyo, and my personal favorite place, Morocco.

I have always been a quick learner. I love engineering, even got a degree in it. As a child I was always hanging around, learning everything I could about the business. My mom stepped down from her position as CEO. Board approved I became the youngest CEO ever at 19. I worked while earning two degrees in college. I graduated early from high school and college, so I was finished with school and working non stop by my 21st birthday.

From then on I just enjoyed life. I rarely make huge purchases, I've been around money all my life. But, I did purchase a few big ticket items to accommodate my lifestyle. I bought not one, but two brand new Maseratis and purchased the empty penthouse above my office. I periodically recycle my closet so I'm always up to date with the trends. I mostly wear suits because I'm always working. I appreciate a good suit and make sure I look good in one. I have several hand tailored Italian suits, probably more than I should, with shoes to match. Other than that, my money is spent on entertainment.

For all the successes I've had business wise, I've had equal failures in my relationships. All my life, I've had to question other people's intentions. 9 times out of 10, they only get close to you because of what you have. This makes dating more complicated than it already is. When I was 16, I had a crush on one of Dae's friends, Naomi. She was the prettiest girl I'd ever seen. She was smart, funny, and sweet. Long story short, we started dating. She was my first in many things. My first girlfriend, kiss, hell she was my first sexual partner. I thought the world of her. We were together nearly 2 years. One day, I overheard her telling another girl about all the things I've done for her. She admitted to her that she only befriended my sister to get to me. She wanted me because she wanted the money that came with me. I broke up with her immediately. I was crushed. I didn't know which hurt worse: the fact she used me or the fact that we weren't together. That situation made me bitter. I swore off dating. Sex was a different story. I enjoyed sex, so I never shied away from a pretty woman and a good time. From the start, I let it be known that it was a one-time thing. I had no preference, I loved all women. These women didn't mean anything to me, and I didn't care. I had started building these walls to lock people out. I didn't want that feeling to be constant. One night, this lady named Mia approached me. I tried to take her home, but she refused. This intrigued me because I wasn't used to not getting what I wanted. The next night she was there again. I was interested in knowing her. We started talking and ending up spending the night together. We exchanged numbers and started dating. The walls that I started building started coming down. Until one night, she came over to tell me she was pregnant. Then she told me she had gotten an abortion earlier that day. So many different emotions came over me all at once. The one that stood out the most was anger. It takes a lot for me to lose my shit. But when I do, I'm done. I was so mad at that moment. I immediately told her to get the fuck out of my life. I didn't even know if I wanted kids, but I damn sure didn't like the choice taken from me. I couldn't be with anyone like that so I had no choice but to break up with her. This situation created a fortress around my heart. Now if she wants more that a good time I'm not the one. It would take a special woman to get me to change my mind.

[resmarted]

everyone has heard at least one story about me. there is always some rumor and some curiosity to quench, sometimes totally understandable and other times deranged but plausible. i am no stranger to controversy or being the topic of conversation amongst people i've never met or barely spoken to, it has been this way my entire life. there are a lot of set of eyes on me at any given time and lately it feels more than ever before. i come from a world where spiritual warfare is the norm and am a frequent target in bizarre social games where no one ever really wins. people tend to start a lot of shit but they never expect i'll be the one to end it. i don't want to either, i don't ask for this psychotic dumpster fire that shows up on my doorstep every so often.

it is very tiresome letting my guard down only to be reminded why it is safer to be an island, my body is exhausted and my mind is worn down from the constant pressure to keep only the right people and things on it, to be hyper-selective of who i let in lest i be the rabbit befriending the hunter. i am tired of people talking to me like i haven't been on this earth from the day it was conceived. i am the wind and the rain and the moon and the trees. i don't seek the respect of those that can't seem to understand this, and while the audacity is baffling, it is nothing i am not used to. people hate what they don't understand. they make snide remarks and passive aggressive digs but no courage to admit to the truth when confronted. it's so boring and predictable and i don't know why i expect a little more creativity or even integrity at this point. it's so strange how vindictive and weird people are over the least important things imaginable. it's difficult to believe when that's not actually what's happening at this point, a life of gaslighting has taught me to be weary of anyone who feigns a smile with a knife in their hand. it's actually more alarming when people are innocent, so i find the same general apprehension toward me understandable. i am used to people circling around me like wolves sniffing me out and attempting to scare me with snarls and growling, waiting for any reason to attack and then still pouncing when i am perfectly still. we all fall prey to pack mentality at times.

i have lived a hundred lives in this body alone. i have tried to kill myself even more times than this and managed to wake up on the same godforsaken earth for each and every one of them. i took a lifetime of being a human experiment and turned it into something the average person couldn't conceive of and it's getting very reductive the way people treat this as a walk in the park or something unworthy of acknowledgment. i am so sick of these precious little egos and paper thin skin from people whose tongues are made of fire they wield like spiteful weapons. the only way to escape this, this endless cycle of the same bullshit on repeat happening on a regular basis, is to disassociate into the watery visions of your eyes laying thick onto mine with silk ribbons streaming from across the other end of the galaxy. the karmic balances of the universe settle the score in the background while i float into your orbit and we are realigned in a cosmic bliss, a defiant utopia beating out all odds. i think about your face and suddenly can't remember my enemies, and perhaps that was the problem all along, how i got bombed by snipers under a lovesick spell too busy drowning in your stare to feel the shrapnel tearing my flesh or smell the gun powder clouding all around me. i miss the time when i couldn't see anything but you. everything hurt less even when it was meant to kill me.

#long reads

[khiphop-discussions]

I'm not really familiar with Owen, could you please make a post about what he did/siad? The khh/krnb industry is so wild it's hard to keep up with everyone andd everything they do/have done😂

Whew....where do I even start? It's actually a long laundry list.

So the most recent was when he said he doesn't care about BLM at the height of the protests during the pandemic. He said bascally "yall cant cancel me. I'm still getting money" or whatever. He eventually apologized after many people called him out. This is literally the only thing he's ever apologized for. So on one hand I believe him cause he DOESN'T EVER apologize for anything. No matter HOW bad his reputation and hate gets. But on the other hand I kinda wonder did the heat just get WAY too intense this time and so he gave a fake apology.

His other controversies include:

Saying "why do you guys care. you're not here parents." when a mkitrain member (neil) tried to get or did get nudes from a minor

Said he wants to "rape white bitches"

and honestly? I think there's more. I'm not even gonna lie but I can't remember them all. However, these are the really extreme ones that most people really hate him for and rightfully so.

I also don't like him but I kinda just try to ignore him now cause I got tired of talking about all the crazy, terrible shit he does.

While I HAVE publicly acknowledged that he was nice, polite, and humble when some acquaintances I met in Korea approached him in Hongdae one night* , I AM NOT a fan or apologist of his. I honestly lowkey regret even putting that out there and HEAVILY debated whether I should say it or not before posting. However, it was after a lot of people were surprised/annoyed that him and Ph-1 were friends again and I was trying to give context to why people in the industry will still tolerate his presence or even befriend him. I was shocked he wasn't a complete dickhead IRL tbh.

In addition, that was one experience that made me realize why some fans (and other rappers) will defend certain people (especially Owen) so hard. Cause I DEFINITELY used to be one of those "OMG so and so still has fans??? How is that even possible?" type of people. It's possible they met these people IRL before (obviously not in all cases) and had nothing but good experiences. So I was trying to basically convey that information to other people to help them understand a bit better. I feel like if something is true there's no reason to not say it but I still halfway feel like sometimes it can be unnecessary to say even if something is the truth. Regardless, I don't think that came off the way I really wanted it to. I think it might be something people have to experience personally like I did OR just be on a platform where long form text can add more nuance. Twitter is VERY bad for nuance LOL. Even if you make a thread, the first post ALWAYS gets more views than the subsequent ones so many people will miss the details/nuance even if you go out of your way too add it.

So ANYWAY, I just wanted to go more in depth here while we're on the topic of Owen just in case anybody remembers that tweet about him from not that long ago.

*this was a LONG time ago in Summer 2019. I've never had any direct interaction with him cause I ACTIVELY couldn't stand him back then but I wanted to observe the KHH scene while I was there so I observed everybody whether I liked them or not. Also, the acquaintances told me what happened in the conversation when they left and came back to where I was sitting. Just to be clear. These acquaintances were ALSO not fans of Owen and one didn't know who he was at all. One knew who he was but didn't know much about him. They saw him perform earlier that night. Hence why they approached.

#tw:rape #tw:sexual assault #owen

[matchupsblog]

Yeah, no worries! Thank you very much for doing this <3

I was wondering if I could both platonic and romantic matchups for the characters?

Hobbies/likes - I adore adventures, witty and playful banter, pulling harmless pranks, joking around and having indepth discussions on anything and everything! I love reading, my favorite genres are poetry, Russian lit, and mysteries! I love learning about new things and knowing a little bit of everything, I'm very interested in psychology, history, mythology and folklore, and fashion! I adore all forms of art and storytelling, and I have quite a few creative hobbies! I especially enjoy interior decor.

Personality description - It takes me a while to feel comfortable around new people but once I do, I become really talkative and outgoing. I love helping out and I'm the therapist friend, people come to me to vent or for advice and comfort. I'm smart and ambitious; I love being the best at everything I do. I sometimes struggle with the hardwork and conviction, and I'm deathly afraid of failure and disappointing the people I love. I'm quite the hopeless romantic and I love being in love! I adore big and small romantic gestures. I also daydream a lot and I can get lost in my own world for hours. I can be quite dramatic and stubborn, and I tend to be withdrawn and distant at times. I get frustrated easily and I'm quietly competitive. My love languages are acts of service (giving) and quality time (receiving)

Physical description - I'm 5'9 and I have long and curly dark brown hair and brown eyes. I have a fair skin tone, I'm slim and I've got full lips and slight dark circles under my eyes. I wear glasses and I have broad shoulders. I also have these dimples that I really like! I love wearing makeup, and I almost always have a red lip on. I dress mostly in relaxed suits, blazers and coats and I love the occasional dress or sweaters layered over a white button down!

Thank you once again! I hope you have a lovely day ❤️

Of course and thank you. This is my first match up so I hope that you like it! For platonic, I ship you with...

Joel Miller

(I haven't seen the series but I'm guessing it's similar to the game so what I put is based on the game)

You met several years after outbreak day, when you were both convinced there was no good left in the world and no one left that you could really trust.

The two of you found comfort in eachother not long after meeting, even if it had only been small gestures for the first few weeks.

After some time, you had your first real conversation. He had left some ration cards and a note for you, saying that he had more than he needed. You felt that you needed to go say thank you and befriend the man that had been so kind to you over that time.

Joel knew he would never forget your first conversation. He didn't know what to say when you approached him but he was quick to find comfort in you and later confided that you were the only person there that he thought he might be able to trust if it ever came to it, and that you seemed like the only genuinely nice person as well.

It took you a little longer to become as comfortable around him as he did with you, but the two of you became close after beginning to talk more and more.

It was maybe a year after first meeting that you were both sat on the roof of one of the buildings that had been boarded up. You were talking about the stars, and anything either of you could remember about stars and space.

Joel told you a joke, and neither of you could stop laughing for almost ten minutes. For the longest time, he was certain that how the two of you had felt that night was the happiest anyone had been since outbreak day, and if not everyone then at least himself.

He told you about Sarah, not many people knew about her. Even those that had known him for years only knew a little about her. Joel spent hours talking about her, because he knew he could trust you not to tell anyone and finally getting it out felt so freeing.

Though he could never imagine dating you, there were so many things that Joel loved about you. You were the best thing in his life.

One of the things that Joel loved about you was your stories. Whether you were telling him stories you created, mythology you remembered reading straight from a book that you had found in not terrible conditions.

Whilst you were more of a comforting and kind person, Joel was extremely protective over you. It would be safe to say that both of you would be dead without the other. Joel knew this and it terrified him. He didn't know how he would be able to continue living if anything every happened to you, so he swore to himself that he would always keep you as safe as he could. Whether that be from clickers, soldiers or any other asshole that tried to fuck with you.

Joel tried to take interest in some of your interests, though he mostly just enjoyed listening to you talk about them. One time, he tried to write poetry for you. He let you read it, though he thought it was ridiculous, but you loved it. You kept it with you like a keepsake for years, deciding against telling him.

When he did eventually find out, it was because you lost your coat and when he saw how panicked you were, he helped you find it. Instead of asking why losing the coat had scared you so much, he found the note in the pocket.

You also knew about Joel's guitar and wanted nothing more than to find one in good enough condition for him to play.

After outbreak day and everything before meeting eachother, Joel never thought that he would be able to trust anyone again, or have a friendship with them beyond smuggling. He found that in you, and considered himself the luckiest guy in the world for that.

For romantic I ship you with...

Oberyn Martell

He's a very passionate person, and was completely obsessed and devoted to you.

You knew eachother since childhood, and had known that you were in love with him since then. The feelings were more than mutual.

When he lost his sister, you were the only thing that stopped him from starting another war. You were his comfort and the only hope he had. You knew how close he came to killing everyone that might have been involved in her death, and everyone knew that there would be nothing stopping him if anything were to happen to you.

He would love to spoil you, whether that be with clothes, books, poetry or anything else that he knew you would love.

You would both know eachother really well. Neither of you ever tried to hide anything from each other.

He would love to listen to you talk, about anything and everything. He couldn't help but be completely fascinated by everything you do.

The two of you would frequently talk about art (in all forms) and folklore. You both found interest in the stories.

Whenever he could, Oberyn would try to show you how much he loves you. Whether that be small things, or suprising you with the most beautiful thing he could think of.

Hey, thank you for requesting. This is my first matchup so I hope it's alright for you.

[lewisdiary]

Amber Lounge

Lewis Hamilton x Reader

WARNING: 18+, NSFW, explicit, alcohol, drugs, unprotected sex.

Word count: 3,600+

What's a beautiful girl like you doing in a club all by herself?

Another party, this time in Monaco. Your glass, filled with what seemed like a very expensive gin, vibrated to the the loud music playing in the club.

Let loose. You thought to yourself slightly lowering your body-con black dress and searching for familiar faces.

You looked around the VIP party you had been invited to. Ever since your dad's business put him on the "Forbes Richest" list your reputation had skyrocketed along with it. You were an A-lister yourself at this point, everyone longed for your appearance at their events, and as if your life depended on it, you attended. Your social media and events presence had helped you befriend the hottest models and richest rappers in the game and you quite enjoyed the lavish lifestyle.

You and your dad had flown down for the Monaco GP weekend, courtesy of the team principal of the most popular F1 team, Toto Wolff. Surprisingly, it was your first Grand Prix, and probably your last. The hospitality was, as usual, amazing but you found watching cars go around in circles slightly boring.

You took a rather large sip of your gin and started to tune into the beat, your body processing the large quantities of alcohol you had decided to ingest.

Because you hadn't been invited to the Grand Prix by a driver in particular and had failed to engage with any during the "boring" weekend, you found yourself attending the party and having to fit in all by yourself. Making your way through the club you encountered a few drivers, whom you recognised and recognised you, and their respective guests. You knew you weren't an easy face to forget, so it didn't take long before a few people started commenting about your presence.

Making yourself comfortable around the younger squad of drivers, your body swayed to the loud music that hit your ears. Your eyes shut as you engaged with the environment, allowing the melodies and strong base to sway you in.

"You're a Mercedes guest, aren't you?" A familiar voice rang through. Russell. Your eyes opened to look at the briton who stood very close to your ear, making sure his words were getting to you just fine. You nodded quickly, downing your drink before replying to him "Well, my dad is. I just tagged along"

His lips turned into a small smile as he took a good glance at you, leaning closer again he chatted a bit more; "and what did you think of it?"

"Not my vibe" You shrugged jokingly. "This though, is!" You put your empty glass down in a nearby table and pulled George into what seemed like a circle of people dancing, as In Da Club by 50 Cent started playing.

You both started dancing to the song, George's friends joined, and in no time you set yourself in the party ambient, drenching yourself in alcohol as more bottles were brought in at the request of Russell, Latifi, and a few other younger drivers you hadn't gotten your way around.

0 To 100 / The Catch up - by Drake came through the speaker.

This DJ knew his set you thought, before excusing yourself from the crowd that had embraced you. Feeling the need for a switch of environment you made your way to the bar. On your way, you drunkly greeted a few familiar faces, Bella Hadid and what looked like some actors who had come down for the Grand Prix.

Sitting on an empty stool at one of the bars in the Amber Lounge you asked the bartender for a glass of your favourite, gin. Your head nodded to the beat, it pounded hard. You knew you were more than tipsy at that point, but there was no sign of slowing down.

"Ayo! Bring us a bottle of your most expensive Prosecco!" You heard a voice yell through a line of people standing at the bar. A familiar voice.

His voice sang along to the lyrics, you were tempted to turn around to check who was yelling right behind your ear but your motion to turn was interrupted by the glass of gin you had requested being brought to you.

As you fiddled with the purse that hung around your shoulder, looking for your card, the familiar voice spoke again: "I've got that for you. On my tab, Mikey!" This time much closer to you.

You turned to your left, wanting to finally put a face to the voice your alcohol-filled brain didn't seem to recognise. Looking at the 5'9 figure standing next to you, it hit you that: you had failed to engage with any driver during the Grand Prix except for one.

It was more than obvious that you weren't going to be at the Mercedes garage and not meet their prominent stars. Lewis Hamilton and Valtteri Bottas. It was Qualifying day and after an amazing performance from both drivers, Toto, at the request of your dad had introduced you to his prodigies. You had gotten the chance to meet the drivers and congratulate them both for their front-row quali positions.

Bottas was the quiet one, after meeting you and your dad he excused himself to his driver room. Lewis was more of a personality, he knew your dad from reading about him and their conversation seemed to flow from F1 to business to possible future lunch meetings. He glanced at you from time to time, the conversation didn't interest you but he somewhat did.

You knew Lewis was quite the party boy and a ladies man, it suited his champion attitude, so seeing him at the club did not surprise you at all. He had won the Grand Prix you remembered, your mind doing a little backflip to being at the back of the garage and giving him a quick hug after your dad had burst into "here's the man of the evening" compliments.

Your altered system forced you to bite your lip at the thought of Lewis Hamilton standing in front of you.

"Hey, it's you!" His eyes widened at the realisation, his breath smelled like nothing but expensive alcohol. He was drunk as a skunk, and to your liking, he looked extremely hot.

You widened your eyes jokingly, following his cue. "It is I!" you laughed slightly, trying to mock his accent.

"I met you on Saturday, no? Your dad is Toto's friend. What's your name again?" He grabbed the Prosecco bottle that had been handed to him and moved an inch closer to you.

"Yep, that's my dad! Y/N!" you yelled through the gap left between the two of you.

"And what's a beautiful girl like you doing in the club all by herself?" He asked before singing to a few lyrics of the song that currently burst through the speakers that were placed at the bar.

"Enjoying herself." You grabbed your glass and, nodding at him as a thank you for the drink, you stepped down the stool and made your way to the dance-floor. Nervously nibbling on your bottom lip at your choice of words you wondered if a little mystery was enough to keep Lewis interested.

Your hips moved at the sound of Ginza by J Balvin and almost immediately, you felt a body swaying along with yours. Him.

Lewis took a sip of the Prosecco bottle he was meant to take back to his group of friends as his own hips fell in somewhat of a sync with yours, his free hand grabbing your left thigh pulling you closer to his body. His motion felt like a cue for you to bend slightly and begin to grind on the "man of the evening", he deserved a little fun after the hard-work he put out on the track.

Eyes started turning to you two, as your bodies got carried away by the effects of the alcohol you had been consuming. You shrugged out the thought of being watched. If Lewis was comfortable, you were too.

"Y yo hoy estoy aquí imaginando. Sexy baila y me deja con las ganas" Lewis sang along to J Balvin but he sang it so close to your ear, he knew it was meant just for you to listen. His raspy voice sent chills down your spine, you didn't know what the words meant but he made them sound sexy and it empowered you. You chewed on your bottom lip as the DJ switched songs and moving away from him you sipped on your gin, cheering at the former drivers that had put you in the mood to party, who shot you back just as happy glances.

"Come to my table! Let's have some fun!" Lewis' drunk voice echoed through the pounds of your head. He was quick to grab your arm and pull you through the crowd to a more secluded area.

"Y/N everyone!!" He yelled once you approached a group of what looked like more mature and older people. Everyone turned their heads at the two of you and cheered loudly at Lewis' introduction of you, almost as if they were celebrating you tonight.

Daniel Ricciardo. Winnie Harlow. Neymar Jr were some of the faces you were able to recognise at first glance, everyone seemed as slapped as you, some of the girls were high as kites twerking on anything they could put their asses to. Now this was more your vibe.

As the night went on; more drinks came, you danced and enjoyed yourself. Sexual tension between you and Lewis had become hard to ignore and the amount of alcohol in your body had you craving him... all over you.

It's now or never you thought to yourself.

Downing your, God knows what number, cup you looked at Lewis who found himself having fun with his mates, his smile widely spread across is face, revealing his perfectly sharpened canine teeth.

If anything, we blame it on the alcohol.

You mentally thanked the Dj as Wild Thoughts by DJ Khaled started playing. Lewis' eyes darkened as he noticed you approaching him. Your dress hugged your body perfectly, making your figure hard to look away from. In a blink of an eye you had found your groins against one another's grinding on each other to the beat.

As the song went on, Lewis spun you around, having you against him drove him crazy. His hips thrusted your back, his fingers digging the skin on your thigh. He licked his lips at the thought of you, and almost as if he had been waiting for this moment the whole night, his lips met your bare shoulder.

Without ungluing his figure to yours, his tongue slowly traced your neck, sending chills down your spine. "Have I told you how beautiful you look?" He mumbled in between kisses on your bare skin. He didn't have to win you over with compliments, he already had you.

You could feel death glares from Lewis' female guests because of the moment you and the world champion were sharing. You used the uncomfortable stares as your cue to leave, turning to Lewis for the first time in what seemed like a long night, you stared into his - slightly droopy from the alcohol - brown eyes. Your arms automatically swung to his neck, he had yet another bottle in his hand but did not hesitate to wrap his arms around your waist.

"I don't think your friends are enjoying this little show we're putting on" You mumbled, signalling to the ladies who stood in the corner. Your eyes went from staring into his to looking at his lips, your breathing had become intense as you felt Lewis's body awfully close to yours, his member slowly caressing your upper thigh. He licked his lips, noticing how badly you stared. At that point of the night neither of you could contain how much you craved one another.

"They don't have to watch" Lewis whispered, shooting a quick glance at the models who seemed rather upset with his lack of attention on them; back to you, before grabbing your arm and pulling you through a back door that was close to the VIP area you were in, he mumbled: "I know a place".

You found yourself stumbling through the front entrance of a rather fancy building. Lewis lived conveniently close to the Amber Lounge, and in no time, his body guards had escorted the two of you to the penthouse.

Thanking his driver, you made your way into the elevator, and as soon as the doors shut close, Lewis had you pinned against the back wall. His eyes darkened again, his breathing hard over your lips.

Even drunk as a skunk, he looked and smelled amazing.

You watched him bite his lip as he leaned closer, making you crave his lips on yours even more.

It felt like heaven. When Lewis finally crashed his lips on to yours, his body weight causing you to lean further against the wall... it felt like heaven.

You groaned as the kiss didn't last as much as you wished to, the ding from the elevator interrupting it.

You were given no time to take in the surroundings of Lewis' perky home. He placed his arms on your hips and you automatically straddled him, the heat was back like it had never left, your lips were on his yet again. He kissed you so passionately you thought he was compensating from not doing it earlier. He knew his way through his home, and as your tongues met, he quickly found his way through his living room to his astounding suite.

Lewis dropped you on his bed, his eyes filled with lust and hunger. Behind him, the view of Monaco’s nightlife and beach shone through his large windows, the moonlight setting the perfect ambiance for what seemed like an exciting night for the both of you.

Your thoughts were distracted by Lewis’s touch. He had quickly removed his shirt and tossed it aside, his fingers now rested on top of your wet panties, his thumb caressing your clit. His body hoovered over yours, you closed your eyes and tilted your head back, allowing your body to feel Lewis’ movements on your area.

“Look at me” He demanded, his voice as deep as you’d ever hear it. “You’re so wet” He mumbled once your eyes obediently met his. Starving for him inside of you, you pulled your dress up your waist not once breaking eye contact, which caused Lewis to smirk. He attacked your neck, sucking and nibbling on your bare skin, his fingers slid your panties to the side, and with a small bite to your neck he inserted two fingers into you. You gasped at his sudden movement and your walls clenched in pleasure.

“Fuck!” Lewis muttered as he felt your juices coating his fingers. As instinct your knees bent, allowing Lewis to get a better grip of your inside walls. He picked up the pace, thrusting his fingers in and out of you. As your moans started getting louder, you feared Lewis had neighbours so you instantly bit your lip trying to contain your pleasure-filled screams.

“L-Lewis” you stumbled on your words, he knew just how deep to thrust and how much to curl his fingers. You longed for him inside you, your fingernails digging his tattooed back and your head titled back.

“Yes, baby?” He was enjoying watching you squirm in pleasure, his member hardening at the sound of your voice in his room.

"Don't make me wait" you pleaded, not being able to contain your hormones any longer. You wanted him inside you: “I want you. I want you to cum with me”

As if your wish was his command, Lewis’ drunk figure moved his hand away, he stood in front of the bed, and you took the moment to remove your dress, revealing your perfectly shaped and tanned body. Lewis, on his turn dropped his jeans. Both of you stood in awe of one another for awhile, hunger rising. He observed your breasts, and you engulfed the length of his now erect shaft.

You slowly removed your panties and dangled it in front of him, teasing the man that was going to eat you alive, the room smelled like expensive cologne and Prosecco. Lewis jaw hardened, his tattoos made his muscles more prominent... You just wanted to dig your fingernails on his biceps at that stance. He grabbed the panties off your hand and threw them to the side along with your dress and swiftly made his way on top of you. Cupping your breast with one hand, his thumb played with your nipple whilst the other filled his mouth. You lowered your hand and began to stroke Lewis’ cock; as soft and deep moans leaving his throat, your spine shivered.

“I want you so bad” You whispered, placing Lewis right at your entrance, the tip of him rubbing against your wet and now throbbing clit.

“How bad, baby?” He asked, pecking your lips. With his voice in a demanding whisper, you were quick to realise how much of a tease Lewis was, he enjoyed making his victims beg for him. He knew how good he was.

“So… so bad” You moaned into his lips. Just as much as Lewis, you knew what you wanted and you too knew how good you were. Not wanting to waste another second you took charge, placing his shaft at your entrance you helped him penetrate you. Lewis broke the kiss he had engaged in with you, a loud moan leaving his mouth once he felt how tight you were.

It took you a second to adjust to Lewis’ length as he made his way in and out of you, although intoxicated, he noticed your slight discomfort: “Are you alright?” he questioned, his furry brows tightening.

“Shh… don’t stop” You reassured him. With your hand around his neck you brought his head down to yours, you had grown to love his soft lips around the flesh of your neck. At your call, Lewis lowered his weight on to you and steadily picked up the pace. Every thrust brought you closer to an orgasm, his cock rubbing on your perfect spot.

You clenched your walls, digging your nails through his tattooed back. “Fuuuck!” You heard Lewis scream in absolute pleasure at the tightness around him. Lewis’ thrusts became deeper and faster, his forehead had grown sweaty, the room steamy. As he picked up his pace, all you could hear was small grunts from his perfectly sound voice and the clapping of his thighs against yours.

“I’m gonna cum” He moaned through shortened breaths. His warning brought you to your dominance senses. The thought of having Sir Lewis Hamilton begging you to cum extolled your ego. Without thinking twice you shifted your weight to the side, motioning what was well understood by Lewis. It was your turn to be on top.

Lewis, at the realisation that he was sleeping with a woman who knew what she wanted, eagerly obeyed and placed himself closer to the headboard of his king sized bed, not minding that you had interrupted his almost-orgasm.

Feeling good about impressing the seven-time world champion you slowly crawled up to the man that looked at you so hungrily, lust in his eyes only becoming more and more visible. His jaw clenched again as you straddled his waist, his now, thanks to you, cream-full cock entering your threshold again. Another loud moan, this time from the both of you. You bent over slightly, placing your hands on Lewis’ shoulders for support as you started bouncing on him.

“Just like that baby” He sang to you, one hand was tightly wrapped around your neck, and the other slapped your ass as hard as he could bring himself to. It drove you crazy, it made you want more of him in you.

Your breathing had gotten harder and your forehead had met his. “I want you to cum for me” You demanded. Lewis knew he was close to his finish line, but wanted you to finish with him. As you seemed to enjoy, he kept his veiny and robust hand around your neck, giving it light squeezes every time he felt you really deep.

His free hand moved to your clit and you shot your head back in utter pleasure.

“Right there… Keep it right there” You begged, knowing exactly what was going to happen in the next thirty seconds. Lewis, in satisfaction, rubbed on your throbbing bud whilst his own hardened at every movement of yours. His teeth met his bottom lip and his eyes fell shut. You knew he was ready to release, but you weren’t going to let him off easy.

“Look at me” You called. Your ego growing with every sign of obedience from Lewis. His eyes watered a little, you knew you had him, and every thrust brought you both closer to your orgasm.

“Baby…” he whispered, his hand still in circular motions around your clit, his grip becoming weaker “Please” he begged, at no point breaking the eye contact you called for. Pleased with his submission, you mumbled: "Don't stop", and he understood the assignment. You both picked up the pace, his finger on your wet clit in circular motions and you on top of his cock, bouncing up and down.

Before you could say knife you felt your legs shaking, your whole body trembled as you released all your juices on Lewis' hand and cock, a loud moan leaving your throat, your voice echoing in the penthouse.

Sorry neighbours.

And with no time to digest the wonders that Lewis had done to your body, he quickly pushed you off him and you obeyed, his pulsating cock releasing right then and there, on his six-pack filled torso.

You were both breathing heavily, laying on your backs. The comfort of Lewis' bed took you in, your head pounding again from the intoxication, the large amount of alcohol still in your system. He chuckled slightly at the turn of events of that Monaco GP Sunday, his gaze never leaving his ceiling.

Eager and starving for more of you, Lewis found in his deep breaths strength to ask: "When do you leave?"

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