#the greatest notif i have ever ever received

[scoutpologist]

i can't stop bursting out laughing bc of "life players u mean humans"

#op #the greatest notif i have ever ever received #i am in fucking tears

[enkvyu]

two-faced — jjk smau

in which gojo pisses off a famous streamer (you 🫵) for funsies and unleashes a legion of loyal fans who want him dragged, doxxed, or dead. fortunately for him, you have your own secrets that you’ll take to the grave, perfect for him to take advantage of. when the two of you meet, an unlikely love story for the ages blossoms aka a lighthearted smau abt gojo n the gang!!

pairings: gojo x f!reader

genres: social media au (smau), crack, fluff, strangers to enemies (?) to lovers

warnings: profanities, dark humour, sexual jokes, mentions of death and suicide, very stupid jokes don’t take anything too seriously!! ignore timestamps. will contain jokes / references from the manga !! you will be warned of spoilers on the posts that have them 🤍

this is my first smau so if it’s not funny i Apologise 😨 just for the shits n giggles !! upload schedule will probably be based on how well this is received 🤍 note all characters are in uni (ages 18-20)

unread notifications !

profiles one | profiles two

01: hit tweet this, hit tweet that, why don’t you hit the gym?

02: hot girls pay the government 2 b a citizen

03: nanami’s right titty tingle

04: What Ever Major Loser

05: let him in, LET HIM IN

06: it’s “save the turtles” until i drink boba with my hands

07: silence of the lambs

08: god giving me my greatest obstacle and it’s a man

09: would u still love me if i was a chip floating around in ur stomach?

10: deny that instead

11: twitching eyes and clenched fists

12: getou’s bang grease

13: spring loaded penis bomb

14: first date options and gojo picks spit boba (it works?!)

15: lactose intolerance, biggest killer since cancer

16: unknown mysterious reason unravelled

17: i wish i could have at least (1)

18: beautiful princess disorder

19: GOGOGOJO GONE !

20: tba

pinned accounts !

@whats-humanity-lol @vduxx @saltypuffin1040 @porridgesblog @justpuddinglol @sleezzsister @fadingpalacebonkpsychic @iluv-ace @realestalphamegathugd4ddy @invisible-mori @mimiqz @hyuckworld @wheredidmycrowngo @ericupid @satorukissr @rumi-rants @milza12 @nymphsdomain @thunderimpulse @waengyknow @err1vki3 @nerdiel-has-no-braincells @whatamidoing89 @aboveasphodel @doughnuts-eater @archer-fb @giannitaa @leathernourishingshoepolish @poisonnuggies @cotton-eee @postmancat @yoontaedotin @crushed-satellite-stars @polartrident @starsfilm @etsukis @bladeismine @the-fab-killjoy @a3th3rrr @alatuskaleidos @emii4evr @trcomedump @usermins @ancientimes @aelynaneedsalottathing @jaynawayna @milceslv @lvryeager @sukisprettyface @kissezfornamjoon @satoryaa

couldn’t tag account (make sure your settings allow u to be tagged!)

( being added to the taglist means you will be tagged at every new release ! ask 2 be added / removed 🤍 )

#% smau — two faced #jjk smau #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen smau #getou #getou suguru #shoko #ieiri shoko #fushiguro megumi #itadori yuuji #kugisaki nobara #nobara #kento nanami #nanami #panda #okkotsu yuuta #yuuta #maki #zenin maki #utahime iori #utahime #sashisu

[souperbloom]

deffo need some subtle sub!luke in my life - maybe y/n and the guys are all talking about sex lives & one of them slips out that luke once mentioned wanting y/n to be in control because it was usually the other way round, so later on they give it a go!

nothing too extreme, just y/n making decisions, praising luke & being on top etc

you don’t even want to know the sound that came out if my mouth when i got this notification.

(if u requested this reveal yourself.) (im joking.) (maybe.)

enjoy <3

————————

secrets, secrets. [L.H.]

🖤 boyfriend!luke

after what seems to be a secret revealed, you and your boyfriend Luke try something new in the bedroom.

a/n: FIRST LUKE SMUT WOOOO. i wrote most of this while listening to classical music which i just think is so silly and on brand for me. i also had a last minute epiphany and changed the title whoops.

CONTENT WARNINGS: references to weed/smoking, angst if you squint, sub!luke (duh), pet names, praise kink, oral (m!receiving), orgasm denial, protected sex.

WORDCOUNT: 5.7k

⋆⭒˚｡⋆

You hadn’t checked the clock for what seemed to be hours.

The guys and yourself had been wrapped up in a heated discussion sitting in a circle in Calum’s living room, all stoned on your own accord.

The conversation had been flowing since the moment you all sat in your respective places, turning from lighthearted banter into something much more vulgar than you were used to. You all hadn’t seen each other in a few weeks, which meant there was a lot of ‘catching up’ to be had.

But you weren’t quite sure how the simple conversation of ‘how have you been?’ morphed into something along the lines of: ‘have you ever had a dirty dream about me?’

"You’re lying! I can see it in your eyes!" An eager Michael shouts across the room at his dear friend, and your boyfriend, Luke. You watch the entire ordeal unfold perched atop Luke’s restless thigh.

He tries to hide a measly smile, as Michael has caught his bluff.

"Okay, fine… It was one time. Nothin’ to fuckin’ write home about."

"How does that even happen?" Calum, baffled, rubs his hand on his chin.

"It means he thinks about ya’ before he goes t’sleep," says Ashton confidently, motioning towards Luke with a cheeky grin.

"No! That’s not— no."

"Luke, c’mon. Don’t be embarrassed. I’m sure we’ve all had some pretty fucked up dreams about each other." Michael tries his hand at consoling your boyfriend, whose cheeks were now glowing red.

"I’m not embarrassed. You just— you forced it out of me. A man’s allowed to have secrets, y’know."

Secrets.

It always came back to telling secrets.

You’d like to think that you had a pretty open and honest relationship with your boyfriend, as well as his best friends.

But there were still some things about them that you didn’t know.

And you were afraid you were about to find them out.

"Speakin’ of secrets…" Ashton begins, adjusting his posture to rest his elbows on his knees, "…I’ve got one."

Bingo.

"Go ahead. This is a safe space," you say teasingly, trying not to acknowledge the fact that you had been so high for the majority of this conversation that you had completely forgotten to speak.

"Ashton’s got a seeecreeeet." Calum teases Ashton in a singsongy tone, but Ashton’s face was reading more serious than anything. He clears his throat before speaking his mind.

"Call me crazy, but takin’ on the submissive role in bed has gotta be one of the greatest things on Earth. And if ya’ haven’t tried it, then you’re not livin’ right."

You quirk your brow, and take a look at the rest of the room. Each of the guys’ faces were contorted into a different stage of grief.

Michael was amused, clearly. His eyes were wide and glassy like he had just witnessed one of the Seven Wonders. Calum’s jaw was practically touching the floor, trying to bite back a smile that was so obviously hard to hide.

And then, there was Luke.

He wasn’t making a face— his expression was unreadable. The only thing you saw was his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. He swallowed hard, and you noticed that.

"Dude… what? I did not expect that from you…" Michael was still in awe of his friend, as he cupped his cheek with his hand.

"Don’t make assumptions, Mikey. You only live once."

As much as you wanted to say you were shocked, you honestly weren’t. You didn’t know a whole lot about Ashton’s sex life, but this didn’t surprise you. He’s the kind of guy to try anything once.

"Well? Don’t be a prude… Tell us what happened."

"Y/N—" Luke blurts, seemingly attempting to stop this conversation from unfolding.

"What? Am I wrong for being curious?"

"No, no— I agree with Y/N," says Michael, "Since you wanna rave about your endeavors as a submissive princess… Tell us all about it."

Michael’s sly comment earns a snort from Luke, who had been trying to remain steely faced since the moment he had called him out for having sexual fantasies about him. You smile to yourself, eyes darting between Ashton and your boyfriend as their stare down commences.

"What’s so funny over there?" Ashton quips.

Your boyfriend’s eyes shoot down to his lap. "Nothin’."

"Ash, get on with it." Michael was fed up, and ready to hear all about what Ashton was so persistent about.

You can’t help but stifle a giggle as Ashton lets out a sigh. He was taking this a lot more seriously than you thought he would.

"I’m not sure what came over me— but there was this one time. I guess I was feeling particularly lazy er’ somethin’, but I asked her to take over for the night. I won’t get into the nitty gritty but let’s just say; it changed my fuckin’ life."

"I am way too high to be talking about this right now." Calum says, his eyes wide as he is still processing everything.

Ashton continues, "Somethin’ about the feeling of your fate lying in your lover’s hands is just so… exhilarating. You never know what’s gonna happen next— you learn to expect the unexpected… It’s fuckin’ great, man."

Upon Ashton's admission, your seat in Luke's lap shifts slightly. He adjusts you, pulling you closer into his torso and resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Still can't picture it, but... I believe ya'," says Michael with a nod of approval. You laugh, feeling your boyfriend's fingertips drumming against your stomach.

"You guys ever tried it? Don't mean to pry but, as Y/N said, this is a safe space."

The room goes pin-drop quiet. Nobody wanted to speak up; not you, not Luke, not anybody else. It seemed as though this conversation had died out quicker than it came to be.

"Oh, come on. You guys are the freakiest fucks I know. Seriously? None of you?" Ashton presses the group for answers, his eyes landing on you. But you just shrug.

"I'm always on the bottom, Ash. You're preaching to the choir."

"Oh trust me, we know."

"Cal—" Your boyfriend huffs, cutting off his friend and pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

Confused, your eyes search around the room for any sign of an answer. You seemed to be out of the loop, which was unlike you in these kinds of situations.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" You can’t help but get a little defensive, now zoning in on the feeling of your boyfriend’s fingernails anxiously biting into your waist.

"Nothing! He means nothing..." Luke tries to defend, his voice a bit pitchy.

You bite back a smile. “Secrets, secrets are no fun…"

"Unless they’re shared with everyone, fuck, I know! But you don’t have to—"

Calum butts in, "Mate, relax. I’m just messing around."

"No, no— don’t give me that bullshit. What were you trying to say Cal?"

You weren’t sure why, but feeling left out of some sort of inside joke or secret was making you angry. Your temper was mellowed from smoking, yet this whole back and forth was getting to you a little more than you’d like to admit.

Luke lets out a sigh from behind you, dropping his chin on your shoulder in defeat. He didn’t feel like arguing anymore, with the rest of the room dead quiet as they wait for Calum to speak.

Calum on the other hand was holding back a high smile. A look of ‘I know something you don’t know’ was plastered proudly across his cheeks. He rubs his hands together, glancing at Ashton and Michael before he opens his mouth.

"I know you pride yourself on being a pillow princess Y/N, but… Luke wants to see you in charge."

Immediately, your face flushes pink. You didn’t know what you were expecting Calum to say, but it sure as hell wasn’t that.

It was almost as if everyone in the room was trying not to burst into laughter, Ashton and Michael slapping each other’s legs to get the other to stop snickering.

You swallow the newly formed lump in your throat, taking a second to look each of your friends in the eye.

"Well, this is news to me—"

"You fuckin’ suck, Cal." Luke blurts, embarrassment and anger laced through his tone.

As you sit cross legged, still perched on Luke’s thigh, you feel a tap at your lower back. This was your boyfriend’s cue; an unspoken means of telling you 'let’s get the fuck out of here.'

"I’m sorry," Calum laughs, "I didn’t mean t’ hit a nerve with that one."

"Luke, wait—" pleads Michael, who had been rather quiet throughout this whole ordeal.

"I think we’re gonna head out."

Soon enough, you’re rising to your feet, and your boyfriend is quick to follow. He grabs your bag from off of the floor, scooting you closer into the awkward energy of the circle. The rest of the guys just look at you in pity, but you were far too busy in your own head to notice their stares.

Luke wanted you to be in charge?

"Can’t force him to stay if he doesn’t want to," Ashton shrugs, clasping his hands together between his knees, "I guess we’ll see you two tomorrow?"

You purse your lips to reply to Ashton, watching your boyfriend feverishly pack up your belongings and shift you towards the nearest exit. But Luke is quicker than you, cutting right to the chase.

“Yeah, sure. Somethin’ like that."

The entire car ride back to Luke’s apartment was silent.

You were still hung up on how awkward those last few minutes had played out; but a part of you was just dying to know more about Luke’s little secret.

Pushing boundaries was something that you hadn’t yet considered when it came to you and your boyfriend. Your relationship was fairly new; with the both of you still testing the waters and occasionally stepping out of your comfort zones.

Luke was excellent at reading you. He paid very close attention to detail, which was one of the things that had you falling so hard for him in the first place.

But there was a piece of you that felt guilty for prying this all out of him, the way his entire demeanor seemed to drop when Calum spilled his beans. He was embarrassed, from what you could tell. And you weren’t quite sure what to do.

"Luke?" You pop your head out of the bathroom door, your face wash in hand, looking into your master bedroom at Luke splayed across the mattress. He’s still fully dressed, laying flat on his back with his shoes hanging off of the side.

You, however, took it upon yourself to get ready for bed. You took off your makeup, brushed your teeth, and changed into a little plaid pajama-short set to try and get your mind off of the awkward energy still floating in the air.

"Luke…" He hadn’t replied the first time you called out his name, so you tried your luck again. This time, he just sighed, before turning his head to face you.

His sandy blonde curls were haphazardly strewn across the made comforter. His body restless, as he drummed his hands along his abdomen and waited for you to reply.

"Yes?"

"You okay?"

"Mhmm."

Your shoulders drop in defeat, your eyes still lingering on his lanky frame. He lets out a deep breath before looking at the ceiling again, gnawing on his bottom lip mindlessly.

"I’m sorry," you say, "I didn’t mean to embarrass you."

"You didn’t."

His short replies were making your stomach churn. It was unlike the both of you to be so cautious with each other, walking on eggshells in hopes that the other would just let up and speak their mind. You didn’t want to make it worse, either— it seemed like this affected him, and the last thing you needed was for it to be your fault.

You turn back to face the bathroom counter, continuing your nightly skincare. But from behind you, you hear shuffling. The sole of a shoe hitting the floor, then another. The sound of a jacket unzipping, and pooling to the floor as well.

You could see Luke’s slouched posture in the mirror through the doorframe, watching him slowly rid himself of his clothes and leaving him in nothing but his grey t-shirt and pink heart boxers. The ones you gifted him for Valentine’s day.

The water was warm as you started to wash your face, warm enough to let yourself relax for a moment. It dripped down your forehead, into your eyes, momentarily shielding you from your surroundings as you bent over the sink.

In your daze, you turn the faucet off, your eyes screwed shut and vision starry. But as you blindly reach around the counter for a towel, you feel someone hand it to you.

"Here," the familiar voice drawls from behind you, before you feel a broad hand slither around your waist.

You let out a whimper from the back of your throat, unable to say "thank you" now, as you grab the towel from Luke’s hand realize his hips are digging into your backside.

When you dry your face and regain your vision, you stand upright. Luke’s torso is warm, and inviting, his blistered palm making headway beneath your shirt to drag across your torso. In the mirror, you see his face contort into a mellow smile, his curls pushed back away from his eyes.

"Hi," You whisper into the mirror, water dripping off of your eyelashes and down your cheek.

"Hi, pretty."

"Are you mad at me?" You hated asking that question.

"Of course not, why would I be mad at you?" Luke replies, pulling you into his cotton t-shirt.

"You seemed like you were a few minutes ago." The feeling of his fingertips was getting to be distracting.

"No, no. It was just— something I’d been meaning to tell you but… I just never got around to it."

"Oh."

His other hand has made it to your waist. "Are you mad at me?"

"Never."

"Good to know."

For a moment, the two of you stare at your reflections in the mirror. Luke’s eyes rake down your body, his hands still wandering along the delicate skin of your tummy beneath your shirt. You sigh into him, leaning backwards to rest your head on the crook of his neck.

"Wanna try something new tonight?" He asks, his voice huskier than before and mumbling into the top of your head.

"Mmm, like what?" You were unable to hide your melodic hums as his hands move closer beneath your breasts.

You already knew what Luke was going to ask of you, the excitement bubbling in the pit of your stomach as his eyes wandered, pretending to think.

To be honest with yourself, you had already thought a lot about what’d it’d be like if you two switched places for a change. But you were always too nervous to bring it up, especially in the heat of the moment.

"Want you t’ be in charge tonight, pretty. Do whatever you want t’me. Think you’d be interested?"

"Yes," you breathe without even a second thought, entranced by his fingertips as they creep towards the waistband of your shorts, "I’d love to."

"Sounds good t’me."

Not a second passes before Luke is spinning you around to face him. He dips down, and plants a gentle kiss on your lips, leaving you with a fuzzy head and a fluttering stomach.

When you pull away from him you notice the twinkle in his ocean blue eyes that hadn’t been there before. It was a look of anticipation. Pure excitement. You were about to try something new with the person you loved most in this world, and he was about as thrilled as you were.

You could just tell.

"How can I be good for you, pretty? Wanna be your good boy tonight."

His words made your heart skip a beat, but you figured it’d be best to just play it cool.

"Wellll—" You press your index finger to his chest, "Maybe start by getting on the bed?"

"Are you gonna come with me?" He asks sweetly, still holding you in his hands.

"Of course, baby… But I need you to just sit tight and wait for me, okay?"

He nods quickly, biting back a smile between his teeth before he’s shuffling out of the bathroom towards the bed. You linger in the doorframe for a moment, watching in complete awe as Luke crawls to the top of the mattress and sits with his back resting against the headboard.

Doing exactly what you had asked him to.

You start in slow strides towards him, swaying your hips with each step in hopes to kill some time.

You wanted to figure out a game plan. Since you’d never done this before, you weren’t sure where to start; and as much as it wouldn’t be shameful to ask Luke for advice, you wanted to impress him.

"Okay, done. Now what?" The anticipation in his voice made you want to just explode on impact. He was just the cutest fucking thing.

"Hmmm," you hum, crossing your arms as your eyes scan his body, "I’m gonna need that shirt off."

"Yes ma’am."

He then crosses his arms in front of his torso, pulling the hemline of his shirt over his head. He tosses it to the side, revealing his bare chest sprinkled in sandy blonde chest hairs.

As you watch him move, you gnaw on your bottom lip, scanning down his practically naked body and thinking of all of the things you could do. All of the things you could do to make this right for him. To make this worth wild.

You glance down at your plaid pajama shirt, clad and held together by buttons that gap between your breasts.

And then, you get an idea.

"You ready for me baby?" You ask your boyfriend, whose legs had been crossing and uncrossing impetuously as he watches you near closer to the bed.

"Mhm."

"Gonna play a game with you, m’kay?"

"M’kay." He mocks your gentle tone.

Before you could explain the rules of this new, made-up game of yours, you start to move. Dipping one knee down into the mattress, then the other. You crawl to him, straddling his lap and settling down atop of his obvious hard-on.

He was turned on just by the thought of you.

"It’s very easy," you start to say, reaching for the first button of your blouse, "and there’s only one rule."

Luke’s hands hover around you awkwardly, unsure of where to rest them, unsure if he was even allowed to touch you at all.

"What is it?" He asks, swallowing and adjusting himself beneath you.

"Tell me I’m pretty."

His eyes widen. He had finally noticed your hand lingering and toying with the button on your top.

"You’re pretty, baby. The prettiest."

And with that, the first button comes undone. You move your hands down to the second.

"Tell me I’m pretty."

His tongue juts out to wet his bottom lip, his hands now stagnant at his sides and twitching by your calves.

"You’re so pretty. Prettiest girl in the world."

Second button, undone.

"Tell me I’m pretty, baby. Tell me again."

As you reach for the third button, you make a point to grind your hips down, swiveling them in a way that he’d feel it. His face contorts in bliss, petal pink lips parting slightly.

"You’re so fuckin’ pretty… Prettiest I’ve— ever seen."

Third button, undone.

"Tell me more, baby. Tell me again."

You grind your hips down again, and a soft whimper escapes the back of his throat. You could feel his hands fidgeting down by your legs, reaching out to touch something that wasn’t even there.

"So fuckin’ beautiful… My pretty girl— ah—" He's cut short with another dig of your hips. The paper thin material of your pajama shorts leaving absolutely no room for the imagination. You could practically feel his cock twitching beneath your core, but you weren’t ready to give in just yet.

With his last words of affirmation, you undo the last two buttons on your own accord. The breeze from the air conditioning makes you shiver, instantly perking up your nipples.

Luke noticed that, too. He always does.

"So, so pretty…" He utters with one last labored breath, as if it were the last he’d ever take, upon seeing your chest.

"You did so good for me, didn’t you baby?"

Luke hums quietly, clearly feeling some sort of release due with the pressure of your body on top of him. You notice his hands trembling still, down at his sides and oblivious to the thought of touching you.

"You can touch me, y’know. Been’ such a good boy for me so far."

The eye contact between you was like trance; it was gentle, and warm. Still wavering with uncertainty, yet eager to continue. Luke’s hands eventually make it to your waist, something he had been dying to do since the moment you straddled his hips.

You could tell he was still hesitant to let his fingers roam as they usually would, and that was definitely getting to your head.

You swivel your hips one last time without a single word, dipping down to kiss him. Your hands are quick to cup his face, lips interlocking eagerly for the first time since this morning.

It’s not long before your tongues begin exploring, tangling together in the sweetness of your kiss.

You’re still grinding your hips. He’s still in a trance.

Luke’s hands had moved to grip your ass, pushing it down while simultaneously bucking his hips up into your core. This action of his makes you disconnect from him for a moment, a disapproving look in your eye.

"Ah ah ah," you tut at him, his cheeks now squished between your palms. He quirks his brow.

"What?"

"Not so fast, pretty boy. You said I could do anything, right?"

He chuckles, eyes flicking down to your lips, "I did say that, didn’t I? You're right, baby. Tell me whatcha' need from me... I'm all yours."

You suck in a deep breath, trying to ignore the intrusive thoughts that keep poking at your head and telling you to just let him have his way with you. You wanted to remain stern, whether he took you seriously, or not.

"How about this…"

You let go of his cheeks to shrug your pajama shirt off of your shoulders, tossing it onto the floor next to his tee. His pupils shake, eyeing down your breasts.

"…You don’t get to cum ‘till I say so."

"Oh, fuck— you're too good t'me..." His voice is soft and melodic, already so willing to give up the power he usually claims. "Yes. Yes..."

Your palms lay flat on his broad chest, feeling it rise and fall with every breath he took.

He was anxious; anxious in the way that one more subtle touch to his flesh would send his heart thumping right through his ribcage.

You couldn't contain your excitement anymore; just looking at him was already creating a slickness in your panties.

But Luke could've stared at you for hours.

"Are you sure, Lu?" You ask once your delicate boy once more, tracing little hearts with your pointer fingers across his pecs. He nods eagerly, eyes going doe.

"Yes, yes, yes. A million times yes. Have your way with me, please."

With a tug at your bottom lip, you take his words as your cue. You're quick to take out a condom from Luke's bedside dresser, and even quicker to shift your ass down to rest on his thighs.

As you move, his stare lingers. He nods at you slowly, to remind you of his approval. How desperately he wanted you to have your way with him.

His cock twitching and practically popping through the button of his boxers was already telling you everything you needed to know.

To try and read his eager pleas, you begin to palm him delicately through the pink heart fabric, heavenly sounds spilling past his lips and floating to your ears like a siren's melody.

He was grunting, whining; almost as if he were in pain.

"Easy now, baby," you coo gently, as a shiver runs down Luke's body, "Still my good boy, right?"

"Mmmmph."

"Good, good. Just like that, pretty baby." You squeeze your hand around his length, and his jaw falls completely agape.

You weren't planning on teasing him for much longer. It almost felt cruel to do so.

So, instead of waiting any more, you release him from the button of his boxers.

His tip was already leaky with precum; angry and red, that angelic face of his melting the second you wrap your manicured fingers around his shaft.

Tipping down to take him into your mouth, you hollow out your cheeks, tongue laying flat against him as you start to bob your head.

Sucking him off had always been one of your favorite things to do. In your head, it gave you a purpose— and you always loved the praise that would come with it.

But with the power dynamic now in your favor, you were already enjoying it all the more.

"Fuck me, pretty... So fuckin' warm..." Luke groans through gritted teeth, taking his hands to comb through your hair. You hum at him, sending a vibration down your tongue and directly through his body. He jolts, as if he’d been struck by lightning, while your hands begin to claw at his hipbone.

The walls of Luke's bedroom felt like they were closing in on you, each heaving breath that he was taking was making you dizzy. Your nails leave little crescent etchings deep into his flesh, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat each time you duck down.

"Fuck... fuck fuck fuck–" He grunts, he whines, he continues to writhe beneath you, completely at your disposal. You were eating up every single sound he made, every little spasm of his hands or jerk at his hips.

Picking up on the signs, you could tell he was close. He didn't even have to say it.

"Y/N... I–I'm..." He can barely even finish his thought before he's grabbing your hair in a handful. You always loved it when he was a little rough with you, and this time was no different.

With a tug at your roots, you hum around him again. His body comes lurching forward, almost as if to stop himself from fucking your throat.

"Baby– M'close..." He finally utters, which brings you to toss your head up, releasing him from your mouth with a pop.

"Shhh, it's okay," you whisper, watching his cock fall thump against his stomach and twitch here and there, "You’ve been so good for me so far."

"I have?" He asks the question sweetly, genuinely. With a little twinkle in his eye.

"Oh, of course you have, my pretty baby…" you say, running the back of your hand down his belly, "Gonna keep it up for me, right?"

"Yes."

"Such a good boy."

Luke tosses his head back, his bottom lip held captive by his teeth, and lets out a whine the moment you start to get off of him. The fact that he was whining at the loss of your touch was enough to send you over the edge right then and there, but you wanted to keep your promise.

You hastily discard your pajama shorts, tossing them into the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Luke whimpers again upon seeing you naked— you didn’t bother to wear your panties tonight.

"You are so beautiful, Y/N… My pretty little flower—" Luke sighs, in awe of you, despite the lingering sexual tension in the air. He always made it a point to compliment you, no matter the scenario.

"Thank you, Lu," You can’t help but giggle and blush, making your way back to his lap to straddle him.

Again, his hands find your waist. He sucks in a deep breath, eyes wired shut.

After only doing this for a little while, you were already comfortable talking to Luke in a more dominant way. The trick was to not think about it too hard. Just let the words roll right off of your tongue.

Simple enough, right?

"Tell me what you want me to do to you, baby." Your words are soft like down pillows yet loud enough to get a rise out of him. He shifts beneath you, still closing his eyes.

"Fuck me… please? I’m achin’ for you."

You take his pleas as your sign to start, wet enough from merely the obscene sounds spilling from his lips. The condom you had grabbed was still at your side so, you rip the package open with your teeth.

When you start to roll the condom down over his length, he lets out a hiss. Could have been the temperature; or maybe he was just too desperate to be ashamed of his sounds.

"Shit—" He whines, clutching onto your hips as your hand pumps his cock a few times.

"Easy, baby," you purr, adjusting yourself upwards to line him up with your dripping slit, "You ready for me?"

"Mhm— yes… yes please, angel. Please— fuck me."

His throaty cries only furthered the butterflies floating around in the pit of your stomach. You could barely contain yourself as you hover over him, biting your lip as you sink down onto his cock.

The both of you let out a collective groan; the feeling of him filling you up completely just seemed too perfect.

You lower your body so that you completely engulf him, taking his length fully and making your breath hitch in your throat.

"Feels good, pretty baby?" You ask, still buzzing.

"Mmph—" He whines, anchoring his hands to your hips as you start to swivel.

"Need you to use your words, Lu… Tell me."

You’re gentle with him, at first. Treating him delicately, like picking off the petals off a daisy. He seemed so weak beneath you and something about it was making your head spin. Your heart was bursting at the seams.

"Yes, Y/N— Feels s’fuckin’ good—" Luke whimpers, digging his fingernails into you, and holding onto you with his entire soul fleshing through his fingertips.

His cock twitches inside of you, as you continue your rhythm of grinding hips. It’s easy for you to tell when to pick up speed, testing his limits by his face alone.

"Such a good boy, baby.. You’re doing so fuckin’ well."

You start to notice the familiar furrow of his brow, that concentrated little notch in his forehead.

He wanted to close his eyes, but he just couldn’t seem to look away

"Y/N, I—"

He says your name again. It’s syrupy, like honey dripping off of his tongue. You place your palm flat on his tummy, tossing your hair out of your eyes to match his gaze.

"Takin’ my pussy so well, aren’t you?" You ask him, but don’t expect an answer. His face of concentration was telling you all you needed to know. How hard he was working to please your demand.

"Mmm… Th-think’ m’doin’ a good job…" He nods slowly, and you smile.

"Oh baby, you are… Keep goin’, m’kay?"

He smiles with a hum, through heavy, bated breaths.

"M’kay."

The sweaty flurry of blonde curls and baby blue eyes was slowly starting to unravel. The rise and fall of his chest was rapidly picking up speed, before he started to snap his hips up into you.

A slapping sound engulfs the walls of his bedroom, but you have no reason to complain. His cock was stretching you out, hitting that sweet spot with every stroke.

"Fuck, Lu—" You can’t help but revert to your old ways; yet not completely giving in, and letting him hold the reins. He was still beneath you, practically melting as your bodies entwine.

And that, was an incredible feeling.

"Y/N—" he whines, broken by panting, "m’close."

You nod sloppily, your tits bouncing at the speed of your swiveling hips.

"Hold it, baby— still my good boy, right?"

"Yes, yes… I am, Y/N. M’ a fuckin— a fuckin’ mess for you…"

A catty smile sprawls across your cheeks, feeling your orgasm budding lowly in the pit of your stomach, and satisfied at the way you had him completely wrapped around your finger.

"Mhm, yes you are. Such a pretty mess..."

Your orgasm was on the brink now, ready to burst and run through your body. Sloppy sounds filled the air; panting, whining, groaning. It was all meshing in your ears like the tune of a fucking song.

You felt your face tinge pink upon seeing your boyfriend’s concentrated expression, feeling a tad bit sorry for being so demanding.

So, you finally decide to let go.

"Cum with me, baby—" You gasp.

"Wha—"

"Let it go, Lu. Been s— so good for me, fuck!"

And with that, stars and galaxies are fogging your vision. You let out a cry as you finish, your walls clenching tightly around Luke’s cock as he does the same. He gives one last quick snap of his hips before you’re collapsing completely, going limp on his chest with him still inside of you.

You could hear his heart thumping through his chest; your sweaty bodies practically letting sparks fly. His hand moves to rub your back, as you both collect your devices.

"Was I good enough, baby?" He asks sweetly, that soft voice from before coming into play and making your stomach flutter.

"More than enough."

He giggles; seeming a bit shy about the semantics of it all, before planting a kiss at the crown of your head.

You can see his eyelashes fanning against the apples of his cheeks, glistening in the light of your bedroom as he grins up to the ceiling.

"I’m glad," he beams, "And you were right, by the way."

You pop your head up from his chest to look him in the eye. "About what?"

"Should’ve told ya’ about this a lot sooner."

With a shake of your head, you tut at him teasingly, just happy to feel closer to him than you ever have before.

"Guess it’s not a secret anymore."

⋆⭒˚｡⋆

#5sos fanfic #luke 5sos #luke hemmings #luke hemmings fanfic #luke hemmings smut #5 seconds of summer #soupster requests

[abiiors]

Omg omg what about Ross’ reaction finding out that you are pregnant? That man is going to be the death of me 😭😭😭

omg omg omg okay 😭😭

i've already mentioned that you find out you're pregnant with april a week before your wedding. everything is already so stressful and chaotic. every single last minute change and finalisation is happening all at once and you haven't even had the time to breathe until you put your foot down and take the evening off just to relax a bit.

it's anything but relaxing though.

you see the notification pop up while you're scrolling through reels--your period tracking app reminding you to log your period in. it's innocent enough, you know you've forgotten to log it in in the past and received similar notifications but this one makes you sit up.

ross, next to you, also sits up in confusion.

"you alright?"

"yeah, uh... ross. fuck!" you swear so softly that he barely even hears it at first but the way your face goes pale alerts him. "fuck, two weeks!"

"what's two weeks? everything alright? you're scaring me babe!"

you wag the phone screen in front of him as if that's instantly going to clue him in but the confusion on his face remains the same.

"my period! it's two weeks late, it's... shit."

"o...kay?" he takes a deep breath and turns you towards him. "let's not jump to conclusions okay? do you think it could be the wedding stress?"

you wrack your brain to see if this explanation fits. to remember if you did indeed have your period and forgot about it in the middle of all the chaos. but absolutely nothing comes to mind. until... until another memory resurges.

both of you returning home drunk from your respective bachelor parties, coincidentally at the same time. sloppily fucking each other in the living room. and you can't remember if you used any protection.

"ross..." you squeeze your eyes shut as more of the memory plays in front of you. "remember the night of my hen do?"

he doesn't need to answer it because he pales visibly and curses softly under his breath.

"okay. okay here's what we will do, alright? just... i don't know, just lie down and i'll run to the shop and pick up a few tests if you want. how does that sound?"

he says all of it so quickly that you barely have the time to understand but you nod frantically and watch him run out the room.

---

twenty minutes later, he's back home--slightly out of breath and wide eyed but there's unmistakable excitement on his face. and something that suspiciously looks like... hope.

"ross..."

"i know, i know," he says, "we don't know yet but... fuck, okay! just take the test, okay? let's do that first."

and so you do. you do your business and keep the three tests on the counter, trying not to look at them when you wash your hands and as you're setting the timer. when you open the bathroom door, ross is pacing outside.

"alright?"

you nod and then bury your face in his chest. "what if it's positive, do you want it to be positive?"

ross lifts your chin to make you look at him properly and then smiles softly. "do you want it to be positive? i would be honoured to have a baby with you, sweetheart. you already are my family. expanding it with you would be the greatest thing ever."

if you weren't already on the verge of tears, that would have done the job.

"hey..." he wipes them away softly. "i want this baby, love, but that doesn't mean you don't get a say in it. if you're not ready right now, we have the rest of our lives ahead of us, yeah?"

"i know... just," you sniffle, blinking the tears away, "i want--i want a baby with you so so badly. i'm just worried--"

"about the timing?"

"yeah... about that."

"we'll make it work, love. if... if this is really happening," his voice sounds thick with emotion and his eyes shine brightly, "if we are really having a baby, i'll do everything possible to make it easier on you."

you nod, letting yourself feel just a smidge of excitement at the prospect of it.

"and if it's negative?"

"then we can start trying whenever you want." he grins and steals a quick kiss. "we can start trying right now. or on our honeymoon, or at the wedding. i reckon you'd look absolutely delicious in your dress, mrs macdonald."

"can't call me that just yet," you giggle and wipe away the rest of the tears.

"too late," he smiles, "i've called you that in my head for at least two years now."

you're about to respond when the timer goes off and you look at him, part petrified, part nervous, and entirely hopeful.

"let's look together?" he holds his hand out for you to grab and you take it gratefully.

ten seconds later when you look at the definitive plus signs on all three tests, you know your life is about to change for the best.

#✉️ #♡: ross blurbs #dad!ross #the 1975 #ross macdonald #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald x you #ross macdonald fluff

[remidyal]

Bad Ideas of the Day, part 5, Even Worse Edition

It's time for my monthly-ish roundup of my regular bad ideas of the day from the D20 fanfic discord! Last month's is available here and has links back to all the prior ones because now there's too many for me to be bothered direct linking here!

As usual, these are a mix of fantasy high and other D20 prompts and are open for anyone who wants to do something with them, though I appreciate letting me know because I wanna read it!

Bad idea of the day, class swap (but not like that) edition: Due to a clerical error - namely, their cleric signed them up for it - all of the bad kids have to attend each other's classes for a week, resulting in Fabian sitting through a Worlds Religion lecture, Kristen doing her -3 Dex best to sneak around in rogue classes, Gorgug going to the bard classes that Fig never actually went to, Riz doing his best to remember everything Adaine's ever mentioned about how wizarding works, Fig faking fighting instead of raging for once, and Adaine trying to pass off her furious fist as just being how her anger manifests

Bad idea of the day, abc edition: In the village of Happly, at the harvest festival, Pinnochio enters his infamous bubblegum and whiskey pie and gets himself run out of town by a mob of angry villagers

Bad Idea of the Day, Toxic Masculinity is Undead edition: The adventurers of Solace are well aware of Halloween, because every year on that date the soulless corpses of villains slain in the past year rise again to chase after their killers. Can Fabian keep ahead of both Zombie Penelope Everpetal and Zombie Bill Seacaster?

Bad idea of the day, Figueroth Faeth's Day Off edition: Receiving notification halfway through junior year that one more unexcused absence is going to result in her being expelled, Fig drags her friends into a heist to break into the school, fake her attendance record and show that she's been there the whole time.

Bad Idea of the Day, Drama Edition: It turns out that there's a reason that Aguefort has a theater department. Once every hundred years, a performance must be put on that is quote truly moving unquote lest the school be destroyed, and it turns out that Riz is fated to play the heroine of the most recent attempt. Can the Bad Kids teach him to not botch his lines or hide under the stage?

Bad idea of the day, not all cats are good cats: Puss in Boots must fight off a new contender for children's hearts and minds as the trickster cat du dour. Can he successfully murder this strange cat and his lame rhymes and thing-like minions to keep his throne, or will he be the first to fall to seussian influences?

Bad idea of the day, death stalks you edition: Adaine starts sending out Solstice cards to people who annoy her throughout the year with prophecies of their deaths. Most of them she just makes up, but one or two are genuine every year just to mix things up.

Bad idea of the day, World's Greatest Detective edition: Riz is asked to solve a murder that seems to have all the classic detective tropes he truly loves involved; it's only partway through that he realizes that Fabian, with their friends' help, has staged it because they were all worried about Riz getting bored and spiraling between quests.

Bad idea of the day, I know Halloween was two days ago but I rewatched in the mouth of madness recently edition: The Bad Kids come to realize they are being controlled by mysterious and unknowable forces, and reach a decision: To cut off the flow of evil into the world, they are going to need to find and kill whatever a 'DM' is.

Bad idea of the day, I think we've all learned some valuable lessons here edition: The Dream Team realizes some kind of truly awful existence is sweeping over new york, in which every conversation and conflict ends with everyone having picked up a seemingly valuable but really quite shallow moral to the tale; they eventually figure out that it is in fact an attempt by a powerful sorcerer to turn the world into an after school special on this, a very special episode of The Unsleeping City.

Bad idea of the day, No Really A Starstruck ODYSSEY edition: The crew take a smash and grab job investigating missing people near a remote outpost, and discover a mad scientist conducting strange experiments but also offering great hospitality and food. Can the crew of the Wurst figure everything out before the more foolish of them (gunnie) end up as pigs?

Bad idea of the day, just how sure are you about this new god edition: In the summer before junior year, Fig and the Sig Figs record a music video for their new smash single. Watching it for the first time, Saint Kristen Applebees notices something in the video that noone else seems to be able to see: A familiar tabaxi, hanging out in the crowd watching the concert.

Bad idea of the day, that gum you like is going to come back in style edition: Fig at last discovers Porter's one flaw that makes him a truly intimidating barbarian with an unstoppable rage: Students putting chewed gum onto the bottom of their desks.

Bad idea of the day, ashes to ashes edition: Tired of Fig's chainsmoking cloves, Jawbone and Tracker stage an intervention to maybe at least talk her into some sort of rebellious vice that doesn't stink up the home of two werewolves with strong senses of smell at least

Bad idea of the day, my frog is real and so is magic edition: Adaine grows up without spellcasting ability at all until on the morning she starts at Aguefort, when on her way walking to school she runs across a frog who offers her magical powers she might be able to use to improve her life.

Bad Idea of the Day, You Wouldn't Steal a Car edition: Seeking to impress his father, Fabian gets into Solace's new age of piracy, selling illegal copies of movies, music and apps throughout Elmville. Will the lawsuits catch up to him in the end, or can his amass a horde of treasure suitable for a Seacaster?

Bad idea of the day, unfamiliar edition: At Some Point in the future, Jayhson feels a magical tug from afar and appears due to the whims of one of these 'humans' who has summoned a familiar. Can he kill this whizzered and get back to his family?

Bad idea of the day, I shot the Sheriff edition: Riz wakes up one fine morning in his office to discover Agent Angela Worrel came knocking in the night, and one of the traps his paranoid ass has set up for his office has killed her. Can he cover up this capital offense, or will Worrel finally succeed, posthumously, in getting at least one Bad Kid in jail long term?

Bad idea of the day, foreseeable problems edition: The Hangman gets impounded due to a series of unpaid parking tickets, leading Fabian to argue that the Hangman should count as a pet and not a vehicle. This results in him also getting tickets for having his dog off the leash.

Bad idea of the day, Heaven or Hell edition: Following an unfortunate but hopefully temporary death, Figueroth Faeth finds herself at the center of a dispute between the planes that threatens a war, as Hell wants its archdevil but Rock Heaven insists that they have a claim to everyone who has a rock album go platinum. Will this begin a true battle of the bands?

Bad idea of the day, I admit these are getting weirder edition: The bad kids wake up one morning in the midst of a campaign designed by just the worst kind of a DM, with railroaded sidequests, boring samey npcs, and combat every six feet. Can they figure out what's going on and escape back to Spyre before rocks fall and they all die?

Bad idea of the day, Lost Things and Misfit Toys edition: Irritated as hell at the blue fairy after ending up a puppet again, Pinocchio turns not to his new stepmother for power but instead someone else who dislikes the blue fairy, someone else who believes in the occasional misdirection, someone who is pretending to be the blue fairy's sister…. one "Gwendolyn Thistlehop".

Bad idea of the day, the WORST fusion edition: After she goes on a mission trip to parts unknown, all of the bad kids notice that Kristen is acting… odder than normal. This is because (burrow's end spoiler!) she's being piloted by chipmunks, of course.

#fantasy high #burrows end #a starstruck odyssey #never after #dimension 20 #fanfic #prompts

[darkkryptonian]

Summary: Maya and Carina have a second date right after their first one.

A/N: Well, it has been a while and yes, as always I have been going through a lot of stuff. But, I wanted to put this forward as I was enamored by last night's episode. I hope you like it.

_____________________________________________

After talking to Andy about the photos, and calming her friend down enough to know she wouldn't do anything rash, she returned to her bunk. Now that the photos were out of her mind, all she could think about was Carina.

She closed her eyes and the feeling of her wife's lips on hers returned. She smiled from ear to ear as she replayed that kiss in her mind again.

She gently ran her fingers over her lips. That kiss was amazing. So much better than their first one. It was everything she had hoped it would be, but it was so much more. The first time they kissed, they were strangers. They had just met. 

But, this time, the woman she was kissing was the love of her life. She was her wife. So, the kiss was familiar. But the sensation also felt new. As if just like their relationship, they were also exploring physical intimacy from the very start. 

She couldn't stop thinking about Carina. So, when her phone chimed with a notification, she moved faster than she ever had to reach it.

“I had the greatest time today, Bambina. I hope we can do this again.”

She called her wife instead of replying and it was answered before the first ring.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

Both of them were silent after that. They were both listening to each other through the receiver. Maya touched her screen softly, just to feel closer to Carina, and she gently cleared her throat.

“Where are you, Dr. DeLuca?”

She asked and she could feel Carina smiling at that name.

“I am sitting in my car, in the station parking lot.”

Maya shot up on her bed, now worried.

“Why? Are you okay?”

“There is this firefighter in the station, Hot, blonde, muscles for days. You may have seen her around. I kissed her today and I can't seem to shake off the giddy feeling.”

“I might know who you are talking about and if I didn't know any better I would say you have a crush on that firefighter or something.”

They both chuckled at the mention of the conversation Carina has had with Vic a few days earlier.

“What if I do?”

Carina replied and Maya held her breath. She didn't want to cross any boundaries, and she didn't want to invade Carina's space, but she did want to let her wife know how much that thought excited her.

“I think she will be honored. She  will tell you that your crush is just as fiercely reciprocated, and she will ask you to come back inside so that both of you can see the stars from the roof of the fire station.”

She knew Carina was biting her lower lip, thinking about the answer.

“If I come in, do I get hot chocolate?”

“Anything for you, Dr. DeLuca.”

“Do you have little marshmallows?”

“As a matter of fact, we do.”

“I would love to watch the stars with you, Bambina.”

“Don't get out of your car, please. I will come out to get you.”

Maya goes through the station and reaches the door of the familiar car leaning down. Carina looked at her with a smile plastered on her face. 

She never realized how much she missed that carefree, somewhat flirty smile till she couldn't witness it every day she woke up, till it didn't greet her every time they looked at each other.

“Are you ready for date number two, Dr. DeLuca?”

The Italian nodded enthusiastically unlocking the car door. The lieutenant offered her a hand and she could see just a moment of hesitation on Carina's face before she entangled their fingers.

“Lead the way, Lieutenant Bishop.”

She smiled and pulled Carina along. They first went to the kitchen and she let go of Carina's hand reluctantly to make her the promised hot chocolate. The next few minutes were spent looking through the kitchen for all the ingredients for a hot chocolate.

Carina hopped on the counter as Maya started making the hot chocolate. She could see the gears in Maya's mind running at about a hundred miles an hour.

“What is going on Maya?”

She asked and Maya snapped her head up, looking at her favorite brown orbs staring at her with worry.

“Nothing. I just… I am just thinking about what is going to happen when we talk to the Chief tomorrow.”

Carina pulled Maya close by her hand and put one of her hands on her cheek. Maya leaned in the touch, savoring it.

“It's going to be fine, Bambina, and even if it's not, we will get through it. Okay?”

The use of we brought tears to Maya's eyes. She took a deep breath in and placed her softly over Carina's that was still on her cheek. She gently held onto the brunette's fingers and kissed their tip.

“We will.”

She promised and placed another kiss on Carina's palm before letting go of her hand to focus on the task at hand.

They were conversing, smiling, and just enjoying each other's company when they were interrupted by Vic.

“Ohhhh is that the fancy hot chocolate? Can I get some? Please?”

She pleaded and before Maya could say anything, Carina nodded her head. Maya looked at her surprised and she shrugged.

“We'll share.”

As soon as the hot chocolate was done, Maya poured it into two mugs, putting some marshmallows in both. Carina picked up one of the mugs and said bye to Vic before she got out of the kitchen.

“You are going amazing, Bishop.”

Vic said, taking a sip of the hot chocolate, and Maya chuckled.

“Thank you.”

She said genuinely and hopped up the stairs to catch up with her date for the night. Carina was waiting for her at the top of the stairs.

As soon as they stepped on the roof, it reminded her of the last time they were there. She could feel Carina's fingers tensing in hers as well. She slightly increased the pressure in her grip, in case Carina decided to leave her for good, in case she realized she deserved way better than the chaos that she caused.

They both looked at each other. They had always been good at communicating without words. But, right now none of them could sense the storms raging inside each other's hearts. 

“I am so sorry.”

It was Maya who broke the silence.

“I know I sound like a broken record by now. But, I am. I am sorry that I made you feel like you cannot trust me, I am sorry that you have to think twice before holding my hand, I am sorry that nothing I will do in this lifetime will ever absolve me from what I have done to you. 

I know I have been trying to win you back. But, today, I want you to know that I will let you go. If you want to leave me, I will let you go. You deserve someone so much better than me.”

Maya's hand still had a strong grip on Carina's. But, she wasn't looking at her anymore. Her eyes were now focused on the moon in front of her. She could see it blurred out from the curtain of her tears. She was waiting for Carina to leave, to take the offer when she was engulfed in a strong hug.

The hug almost threw her off balance, but she managed to stay afoot and realized that her beautiful wife was holding her with everything she had in her.

“I don't want to leave, Bambina. I never did. Even during our darkest times, the thought of never being with you again, never feeling your arms around me, has only brought me immense pain. I know we have a lot to work on, but I do not want an out. I want you. I need you, Maya. I cannot… Please don't leave me.”

Maya could feel the sheer force in her wife's grip on her. She felt her shirt getting soaked with her tears. As if she feared that if she let go, Maya would disappear. Her grip on her wife instinctively tightened.

“I am not leaving, ever. I am here.”

She whispered assurances in her wife's ears as she gently caressed her hair. She settled on one of the benches as Carina held onto her tightly. She was still gently stroking the doctor's back as Carina finally stopped sniffing, and looked up.

“I am sorry for being such a mess.”

She said, her voice hoarse. Maya softly wiped the tears off her cheeks and softly kissed her shoulder.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.”

Carina was now a bit calmer and she reached for her mug of hot chocolate.

“Our hot chocolate is now lukewarm chocolate, Bambina.”

She said with a cute pout on her face. 

“Well, we can always make more.”

She smiled widely and took a sip before passing the mug to Maya. 

Both of them knew they had a long way to go. They knew they had a long road ahead. Very hectic jobs to go back to, and very hard decisions to make. 

But right there, in each other's arms, sharing hot chocolate, it felt like time stopped. For a few moments, it felt as if nothing and no one else existed in the world other than those two.

“We are going to be okay.”

Maya mumbled softly and Carina tightened her grip on Maya's neck, snuggling closer.

“We are.”

#carina x maya #maya x carina #maya bishop #carina deluca #station 19 #Random stuff really #Nothing special

[everythingeverywheresblog]

Stars and Migraines - Chapter one

Chapter one

Sydney's POV

“Sydney, stop messing around with your phone and go get your brother from upstairs.”  It’s insane how one thing that miraculously happens in your life can have the ability to alter your emotions for worse, or in my case, better. For example, any other day, under any other circumstances, my mom’s little comment about messing around with my phone after I’d explained to her that I was in fact working, would drive me insane. Because one thinks that after turning 24, parents would hop off our backs and focus on their underage children or God forbid, themselves.

But that’s almost never the case.

Today is different, though. Today I got news that trump every misfortune that may or may not cross my path and I will not let anyone, let alone my mom, ruin this day.

So without a word, I get up from the barcalounger chair, shove my phone into my pocket and walk up the stairs to my old room/ my brother’s temporary room. The door is wide open and Ayrton is face down on the mattress, arms and legs splayed on the surface with his fingers tightly gripping his phone. Fortunately my bedroom has stayed the same and in the few weeks that Ayrton is forced to spend here due to his own room getting remodeled, he hasn’t moved anything.

“Mom wants you downstairs.”

Ayrton doesn’t move. I’m not sure he’s even breathing so I get closer to him to get a better look. His hair is disheveled, his clothes are baggy, worn out and stinky—that’s what he gets for being a teenager. “Ayrton?” I poke him with my finger, slightly scared that he would infect it.

“Leave me alone.” The words come out muffled since his head is stuck between two pillows and he doesn’t move it to speak clearly.

“Ah, you’re alive. Come on, it’s dinner time.” All he comes up with for an answer is a tortured groan and some whispered words that I don't care enough to hear. "Ayrton." My finger jabs his ribs once more before I decide to give up with getting him to come eat dinner.

I am about to turn around and leave when his phone gets a notification. Suddenly my brother jumps up from his laying position and in a matter of seconds is standing next to the bed, with his device stuck to his face. Eyes wide, mouth agape and he's barely even taking in breaths.

"Ayrton, what the he-"

"SHH!"

Nothing about what he's doing is normal or makes any sort of sense yet I just shrug my shoulders and wait for him to be done reading whatever he got sent. At the end of the day, that's Ayrton.

Ever he was a little boy, he'd either be dead silent or running around the house screaming and laughing.

Until he discovered karting.

That's when he found the right outlet for all that pent up energy of his.

"Okay, so Miles just told me that Dante told Jake who told him that Gina told Haley whose brother--that's a friend of Dante's--overheard that she is into race car drivers. Dante is saying that Gina doesn't even know what race car driving is let alone that people can actually do that, but even if that's true I can easily get her to come with me to Jake's part and if not, then... I don't know, maybe convince her to dance?"

Ayrton looks at me with such hope and innocence in his eyes that fill my heart. He can be so cute and emotional when he wants to, and it brings me warmth to think that nothing stupid like boys don't cry has gotten into his age.

"Who the fuck is Miles?"

Ayrton's face falls into a frown and he shakes his head before typing away at his phone.

"Tell mom I'll be down in a second."

---

"Food was great mom, thank you."

"Oh, sush. It's only once in a year that my daughter remembers to visit me."

I roll my eyes at her attempt to make me feel bad but keep my mouth shut in order to keep enjoying the supposedly sacred time I get to spend with my family.

Traveling all around the world as a profession is one of the greatest gifts of my life, but it takes some things away. Like watching my brother grow and experiencing first hand all of his successes instead of receiving pictures of him with his new trophy.

Or seeing my parents. I rarely get to do that anymore.

"Come on, Donna," my father interject. "let's just enjoy having her here. You know how her job works."

I smile at my father. Always ever the problem-solver. He listens, he understands and he respects everyone. My dad was the first person who told me to go for it with my passion, to risk, to take chances and if that hadn't worked, he'd be the first to open his arms and welcome me back with a shoulder to cry on.

Thankfully, everything went well and now he's the shoulder I sleep on, on holidays that I am forced to join due to my mother's rules; even if I lack necessary hours of sleep, I have to attend the important days.

As it's this one. Christmas day, one of my favorite holidays--no, scratch that. My favorite holiday.

Everything is just so jolly, so cozy and relaxing. Decorations cover the city, snow doesn't allow us to leave the house so we sit around the fireplace and watch silly Christmas movies and eat tons of chocolate candies and popcorn.

It's just magical.

"So, what were the big news Syd?" My dad speak up and immediately my belly gets excitement butterflies and my lips form the biggest smile on my face at the mention of my news.

"Well," I take a deep breath. "I'm leaving George."

My mother's eyes open wide and her eyebrows crease. "Williams fired you?" Her voice was harsh and her look judgmental, but my smile did not waver.

"Nope." I looked at my dad. "McLaren wants me."

#f1 imagine #f1 #daniel ricciardo fic #daniel ricciardo #mclaren #fanfic #imagines #dr3 #formula one imagine #f1 fic #f1 smut #original character

[kozmeek]

cornelia

april 13, 2023 - 09:05

a few days ago i was overcharged for about three times to what is the supposed amount, i was told to keep a close watch on my email for any updates about it. so i waited and waited— until it went out of my mind only realising how long has it been today. i checked my email and i was welcomed by an error message saying that i will not be receiving any new emails until i clean shit. so that is that for waiting. damn it.

so i started cleaning my inbox, decluttering with every promotional emails, some shit i dont remember subscribing to, and all. but still it didnt make the cut so i had to go thru almost every shit. i had the time so i just went on with it.

emails from 2022 to today were filled with credit card statements, receipts, pretty much every notice about stuff that is normal to an adult, and some notification from the dating sites i was in showing me all the matches i had. late 2021 were mostly resumes that were sent thru my personal email back when i was in hr. hotel promos and all (i dont remember being sexually active during those times, and besides i have my own 2 storey apartment, not sure i was receiving those).

then come 2020 to 2019 emails. the emails were fucking crazy, it was like watching how my whole world revolved around one person during that time. saved notifications, apps we used to have, places we've been, pictures and all. letters that were written, letters that were left unsent. some things that i still remember to this day, and some things that i dont remember happening. it may sound dramatic as fuck, but im surprised with how quick i was able to delete those stuff, and not dwell in it. it took me quite a while to get out from that place, i dont ever wanna go back.

2018 was full of responses about the applications i sent for a job, shit. i even saw my resume when i was 18.

then finally emails from 2017-2016. the year i created that email, and this blog. having tumblr verification email for this blog as my first email. from there it showed every notification that was ever made thru this blog, new follows, asks, DMs from people, flirty exchange of asks from the girls i slept with—. everything—its all there. from the broke ass me to my current self.

i saw how my emails transition from making friends, in pursuit of a stable job, to the greatest love i was yet to have, to affirmation emails, and success. i thought tumblr has everything, completely unaware of what my email had kept. a chest full of memories, good and bad. memories i chose to forget, and ones i hold dear. safeguarded by my own neglect. i may or may not delete the content, i dont know yet. but yeah. today, i drowned in nostalgia and reminded me of the things that made me to who i am today.

i wonder how my older self would feel when he sees all of this shit in the future? lol. and if my future self will ever get to read this shit, ive got one thing to say: uhhh cant think of anything, really. lol. ure probably just gonna cringe over this shit. lol.

im going to sleep. good night!

#1 #2

[deusvervewrites]

Something just occurred to me; with how canonically HUGE UA's campus is, I could see a majority of it being dedicated towards housing and caring for a student's extra Pokemon.

To that end, I could see one a UA student catching a seventh Pokemon, and then panic when they see that Pokeball containing their newest friend disappear, and then relax considerably when they receive a notification that their new friend was sent to a care facility/ranch/preserve on UA's campus.

Or they could panic EVEN MORE because their new friend is in an unfamiliar environment and they're not there to comfort them.

The Poke Pelago was the greatest innovation Game Freak ever made and there are multiple similar places for Pokemon in this AU. Every Hero School has one as well as most large agencies, though on a smaller scale since they're meant for a handful of people. (IidaTen and the Endeavor Agency both have much larger places.)

#asks #pokemon legends mustafa au

[vijayasena]

Hi 👀

How are you my cute little star..my gem..my firefly. Who always brighten and lighten the things around.☺

This is for you, a small gesture of love from my side. You are so sweet and kind. You always send cute messages to each and everyone who are here in contact with you. I didn't knew people like you still existed with such a pure heart always looking out for everyone , you are the greatest friend anyone could ask for. I adore you so much.. I love you so much.😍

I know we don't talk on regular basis but remember that you are in my prayers. When someone receive a notification here and it is from your's side, I can bet it gives them a cute curve around their cheeks. As new year's begins I wanna tell you and remind you how amazing you've been in the past year and that you've got it all for this year too. I'm proud of you and your entire existence. I just wish you to continue to be 'you' in this year too the prettiest soul I have got. God bless you always.💕

Awwwwww this is soooo cute please love I literally have tears in my eyes literally God what I did to deserve such an amazing person like you as my friend please you are soo sweet the sweetest person I have ever known God I love you sooo damn much

You truly are one of the bestest person to ever exist I don't know how to ever thank you in a for your constant support and love you have for me I don't even know if I deserve this much love from such a sweet and kind person like you but thank you for every Dam thing you have ever done for me I am forever Great full just sorry remember that if you ever need me and want my help I would love to do it in any possible way please you also take care of yourself eat on time drink in a water and sleep properly and don't stress much just believe in yourself and everything is possible!!!!

You are one of the most perfect amazing and mind doing person to ever exist and deserve every love good and happiness this word has to offer please always keep smiling and keep shining the word with your love and Charm love you so much take care of yourself!!!

#my beloved #i love these people #you are sooooo sweet #please love youu

[nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius]

🌻 If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog 🌻

I got this from about three different people but my brain is currently paste so I shall just do the one 😂

My eyesight is terrible, and I mean terrible. The worst thing was I always thought it was normal for everything to look blurry, so I never told my parents how bad it was. I didn't get glasses until I was about nine and went to the GP for an injection or something and the doctor pointed out that I probably shouldn't have to hold my book one millimetre away from my face to read it

I almost always keep my hair in two plaits because a) it's convenient, b) it makes it pretty curly and c) apparently it makes me look like Wednesday Addams and that is possibly the greatest compliment I've ever received

Mini-me really wanted to be a doctor and a vet (yes, simultaneously) and now those are probably the two professions I'd rather do anything but. I'd still love to work with animals, but full-time medical care is a nope, I couldn't handle that at all

#thanks for the ask!

[cupcraft]

im so glad dream i have notifs on for your tweets fr like that was the greatest notif ive ever received

#cup.dreamwastaken