#this isn’t your cute little fucking love story you sick fuck.

[luverboychris]

𝑯𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑴𝑬 | 𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑻 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑶𝑳𝑶

IN WHICH.. things become complicated when two friends in the same group like you. one being your secret fuck buddy.

dom!matt x fem reader, secret fuckbuddy — 1.4k words

why were you feeling like this? this god damn feeling arising inside you for the fourth time this week. you weren’t used to it. and you never have felt it before this much, especially towards him. so why was this happening so much recently?

the feeling of jealousy. just seeing a girl by his side made your face go a shade of red you didn’t want to come to terms with.

“y/n baby! come here.” cole shouts. you couldn’t really begin to explain your relationship with this boy. almost dating.. but not quite yet. what was stopping you from dating him?

well you knew the answer. you just didn’t want to say it out loud because the answer was his friend, matt.

you snap your gaze towards cole, seeing him flick his hand out to you with a drink in front of all his friends. and of course a random girl sitting next to matt. who was she? you never felt so vulnerable, as a bunch of male eyes are on you, looking you up and down. you gulp before walking over to him.

cole sitting down on one of the chairs, you standing above him as he wraps his free arm around your waist. “tell the boys the story on how we met, you tell it better than i do.” he laughs.

matt almost burns holes with his eyes as he looks at his friend’s hold on your body. you attempt to swallow your guilt, the guilt of how oblivious the boy was to your attraction to his friend matt. oblivious to how you and matt will fuck whenever you get the chance. in his head, he thinks he’s the reason you know matt but he has it all wrong.. you’ve known him for way longer. you would never tell him though, it would break him.

all of his friends flip their eyes onto you then to their good old friend cole that they care for so much, yet you know damn well matt is only looking at you.

“yeah, please.” matt blurts, “tell us how you two lovebirds met.” he adds. you wanted to completely ignore him but you didn’t want to come off as weird and suspicious. his cocky smirk forming against his drink as his lips grip onto the top of the glass cup.

you hated him. you hated this.

he loved you. and he loved this.

“well.. uh.” you stutter. cole’s grip on your waist tightens. “he was in my english class and he accidentally bumped into me. it was cute, i was a hot mess.. nervous for my exam and he was kind enough to calm me down.”

matt melts into his chair a little, arms crossed with his lips still lingering over his cup as he man spreads his legs. he was starting to act as if he owns the bar. “continue..” matt says.

“after that.. we sat down and he helped me with studying. we talked and talked for hours—”

“then he asked you out?” matt asks.

cole looks up at you to see your response, such innocence absorbing his face. “he asked me out on a date yeah..” you mumble out.

“ah i see.. he took you out on a date. but you’re not dating?” matt questions. you wanted to crawl across the table and punch him with how dumb he was playing in front of everyone. he knew the situation more than anyone, he just loved to tease.

“y/n isn’t ready to date.. but i’ll wait for her i don’t care.” cole jumped in and responded for you. all the friends smile but you catch matt sneakily roll his eyes.

“you’re simping so bad for her man.” matt scoffs, “i hate love, makes me sick to my stomach.” the boys laugh in unison as matt pretends to projectile vomit.

“i mean do you see her? how could i not matt?” cole laughs out.

you watch matt as he begins to look you up and down with his blue sensual eyes, “mhm, i see her.” he whispers out. is everyone blind?!— you thought to yourself. can they not see the sexual tension just roaming through the air coming off of matt right towards you? because you can, and matt definitely knows as well.

he loves how much sexual tension you two have. just the eyes alone that he gives you makes you weak to your knees but you’re good at hiding it, for the most part.

the random girl’s hand sneaks up around matt’s chair and you blink profusely at her flirty positioning. you begin to fidget, taking cole’s hand off your waist causing it to fall to his side.

“um, i’m going to the bathroom.” you blurt out. the table nods at your words and you don’t look back to look at him. you don’t want to give him even a taste of satisfaction from doing that. you knew he would feed off of it, and get excited.

the bathroom still having the music from the bar playing on the speakers in every corner. the bar’s bathroom had no privacy whatsoever.. meaning anyone could come in at any time.

you turn on the faucet and scrub your hands, hoping you can at least wash off just a smidge of jealousy that was steaming off of you. but it was no use.. you still wash your hands with agression as you cuss at yourself. you look at your reflection in the mirror, feeling ever so guilty.

“well hi cole’s girl.” he says, sarcasm laced in his voice. there was matt leaning against the door frame with his hands in the pocket of his black jeans. his car keys dangling from the front right one.

“matt, why’d you follow me?” you say, flipping your gaze off of him and back to yourself in the mirror.

he walks up from behind you, leaning down towards the back of your neck as he goes to remove your hair. he pushes it all to one side, letting your exposed skin be all out on display for him.

“you know why.” he whispers, reaching down to leave a trail of kisses softly down your neck. you feel chills run throughout your body with the gentleness of his lips pressed against your sensitive skin.

“i-i don’t.” you sigh out. you couldn’t help but close your eyes because of every kiss he leaves on your neck. he then starts to let his cold fingertips wander up your unclothed arms. 

“baby don’t lie to me.” he says, “you’re thinking about me.” he grabs all your hair, softly pulling it to the other side now as he kisses the skin he hasn’t given attention to, “just like how i’m only thinking about you..” he adds.

“and you want me to fuck the shit out of you like i did last week. i can tell, don’t deny it.” he whispers against your skin.

you feel your face heat up as you open your eyes. you push him off of you, “shut the fuck up matt!” you say. and there he was again with that snarky smile, so confident and dark looking.

a small laugh escapes his lips, “relax.” he says. god, he was such a dick. not only could anyone come in at anytime, he was trying to make you horny and it was working.

“ugh i..” is all you say, sucking on the inside of your mouth with your fists clenching.

“hmm? you what? you hate me?” he teases, coming closer to you. you don’t respond to him, “tell me that you hate me.”

“i hate you.” you say, the words flowing out like a stream. you say it again, over and over. three words that you didn’t actually mean, “i hate you, i hate you, i hate you.”

he reaches down to kiss your babbling lips, kissing you harder as ever. “i hate you.” you breath into his mouth.

“baby.. you love me.” he breaths out.

he reaches his left arm down to your inner thigh and grips onto it tightly, making a moan come out of you. he always does things with his left arm, he knows it gets a rise out of you. the arm filled with all his tattoos.

“let another man touch you like that again..” matt’s lips brush onto yours with each word, “and i will fucking kill them.”

he rubs his ring and middle finger against your underwear. “matt, h-he’s your friend.” you moan out. that sentence makes him rub you with more aggression.

“i don’t give a fuck.” he groans against your lips when he finally can feel how wet you are. “friend or not.. you’re not letting a man wrap his hands around your waist like that in front of me.”

“but you can have a girl have her hands around you?” you snap, the image of the girl’s arm around matts back while he was sitting down started to replay.

“oh shut up. you fucking know i only want you.” he says.

“you have me.” you moan out, as he rubs your clit through your underwear, the thin fabric blocking his touch made the sensation feel so much more intense, “im yours.” you add.

“for someone who hates me, you sure obey me well baby.”

UPDATE: PART 2 IS UP NOW PRESS HERE

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╰┈ ⌞₊˚ est. march 9th 2024🗒 ˎˊ˗ ⌝

so im trying a new style lmk if u guys like it. someone requested to do a cheating type fic and i dont write that so i did my own twist wee! i hope i exceeded your expectations, anonymous cutie! i would love to do a part 2 on this so lmk if u want that maybe. i love u guys sm.

tags - @recklessmatt @plasticferal @imwetforyourmom @chr1sgirl4life @mayhem-72 @valeriestromboli @blahbel668 @whicked-hazlatwhore @penelopevonsweets23 @roostersforevergirl @pepsiluvr0209 @breeloveschris @strtuniolo @hearts4chris @matthewsfilmsss @obsessivekniss @st7rnioioss @mattybearnard @ireadstoriss @strawberrysturniolo @gamermattsgf @mattslutt @creamoncreamoncream2 @mattslolita @sturnioloss @alexosllurr @iluvm4ttsturni0l0 @robins-scoop @lustfulslxt @sturniololol @eroticsturn @mattybsbitch @septumchris @m4ttslvr @jjmaybankswifes-blog @8blonded @inlovewithmattstur @carolinalikesthings @angelic-sturniolos111 @b2cute @cindylcuwho @st7rnioioss @rootbeerworshiper @ellie-luvsfics @mattsturniolowifey @nicksmainbitch @sstvrnioloo

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo #smut #nick sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #toxic love #Spotify

[faetreides]

Would modern!coryo like being called daddy? Like reader is all dumb from him overstimulating them and it just slips out.. how would he react?

This is so me, like i’m scared of this happening. no one has made me cum tho so i’m probably safe

╰ • ✫ - ❛LILY OF THE VALLEY!❜ ✎ᝰ.

cw: daddy kink, typical coryo warnings, reader is so baby in this and he’s so bf like 😖, school stress, cunnilingus like he EATS you out to the bone fr, pain play, mentions of blood kink and piss kink, pet play coded, unedited porn for the soul, afab reader, THIS ONE GOES TO OUT TO ALL MY FREAK MODERN!CORYO TRUTHERS, reader and coryo at their most real, pretentious use of latin pet names, hinted breeding kink

You’ve been keeping it to yourself for so long, still wallowing in the idea that you should be shy about your kinks. You’ve never had a partner like Coryo before, you haven’t had a partner, period. Normally you just muffled it into a pillow while you fingered yourself to an unsatisfying orgsm and called it a day. But now you had an insatiable boyfriend with a sizable sadistic streak… among other things.

Are Daddy kinks the worst thing someone could be into? No, and you know that perfectly well. You also know that there’s enough stigma around it for you to keep it yourself. You didn’t need conversations about “daddy issues” or creepy men who assumed that that information gave the green light to do whatever they wanted to your body.

You had never admitted this to Coryo, but one of the reasons you were so nervous about your first time was because you knew it was only a matter of time before it slipped out. All the rumors and spilled stories from his past flings and hookups (things you prefer to not let get to you too much) made it even more clear that if anyone could drag that out of you, it was him.

It’s a miracle you didn’t blurt it out during your first time, you were so fucked out he could’ve told you that you said anything and you would’ve believed him. No, despite Coryo’s casual dominance that is apparent in how he pecks your lips after every bite you take from the fancy finger food held in his hands, your secret is kept safe.

That is… until the stress of assignments piling up builds up to a boiling point, and you’re left sobbing into your boyfriend’s chest.

“Shh, petal, get it all out.” He hums, slowly dragging his fingertips up and down your shaking back. “You’ll make yourself sick if you don’t calm down, baby. Let’s take some deep breaths, okay?”

“Okay..” You heave.

Coryo gently pulls your hair and directs your forehead to knock against his. It startles you out of your teary state for a moment, you blink in confusion and he chuckles. His eyes are so warm, they could set you on fire right there on his lap. His hold on your head doesn’t let up, and you sniffle as you place your hands on his chest.

He directs you to breathe with him, “One… two… three… four… hold it… now breathe out through your mouth, do that a few times with me, alright, dove?”

“One… two… three… four…” You repeat his words, which helps you center your focus on the pure love in Coryo’s stunning eyes.

After every set Coryo makes a childish ‘woosh’ sound, purposefully blowing hot air into your face. It has the intended result and he grins triumphantly at your watery giggles. Once he’s calmed you down enough, he’s leaping into action and raining down an army of kisses all over your cute face.

You’re too sensitive for it, but he wants to tease you for being “Daddy’s little crybaby” so fucking bad. This isn’t the moment though, perhaps when it’s something different, like tears of joy because of how much your engagement ring sparkles in the sunlight.

Yeah, he knew before you came right out and said it, have you forgotten who exactly you’ve promised your soul to? Don’t be silly.

After a certain point the sticky kisses become more and more heated, and by the time he reaches your lips he’s pressing your mouths together. Coryo slowly tilts your head to the side, opening up your mouth and lazily sucking your tongue. Like you always do, you start bucking your hips against his crotch in short and subconscious movements. He smirks into the kiss, pulling away to speak.

“I bet I know just the thing to get you all fixed up, huh petal?” He coos, nodding your head for you. “Come on then, up you go. Don’t trip on your way to the bedroom.”

That’s just the start of his well intentioned meanness, that and the spank he gives your ass as you obediently hop up from the couch and speed walk to the bedroom. You’ve gotten so thirsty for him in the months you’ve been together, he’s almost proud.

Whatever you were expecting, it wasn’t to feel your brain leaking out of your ears and Coryo’s pink tongue deep in your puffy pussy.

Your hips are kept pinned to the bed by his nails clawing into your flesh, you’re honestly surprised you haven’t started bleeding but you wouldn’t mind if you did. He jabs his tongue again and you squirm, attempting to kick your legs out on instinct. Coryo tightens his grip on your hips, smacking your inner thighs and digging his nails in your hips even further.

It’s his mission to tear you apart in any way possible, in every way. A small hidden part of you is soothed at the reminder that there are some things you never have to ask for. He already knows, he’s the best like that.

Coryo stops tongue fucking you to spit on your clit, staring all wide eyed and whorish up at you as he gives it little licks. You whine when he doesn’t adjust his slow pace, wishing you were in love with someone who didn’t like teasing you as much as he adored spoiling you rotten.

You ruffle his blonde curls, pouting and having a fit. He smacks your thighs harder and scratches lines down your legs as he purses his lips around your clit. He honest to god somehow laughs as he latches on the swollen bud and firmly sucks. In between sucks, his tongue roughly plays with your now throbbing clit, viciously slapping it around like it wants to beat it up.

“Fuck-fuck-uhhhhhhhhh-you’re gonna make me cum-Daddy-shit, yes-just like that, Daddy, just like that just like that-oh my god, Daddy!”

Your squealing makes him laugh again, and when he registers your slip up, he clutches onto you so hard his nails break skin and blood starts trickling down your body.

He pats the area where your womb is a couple times, a silent ‘Good dove’ that goes straight to your core. You’re lucky you aren’t ovulating right now, or the sheets would be even more soaked than they already are. His eyes narrow at the little pouch on your tummy and there’s the slightest hint of teeth in his sucking, but he backs off to spit on your dripping pussy again.

“Mmm-that’s all sweet pets need to do right? Lie back and drool from every hole for their Daddies?” He asks, nuzzling the patch of pubic hair at the top of your mound and taking a deep whiff.

And you’re so good for him, you don’t even need a warning glare or a fierce hit upside the ass.

“Yes-yes, Daddy-um-um- ‘m your bunny-all for you, Daddy.” You pant as you try to catch your breath.

“Glad you’re smart enough to know that, baby.” Coryo bites the skin over your womb, caressing the indents of his teeth. “Never have to doubt my intelligent little flower, do i?”

“Nuh uh, Daddy.” You shake your head in agreement so fast you get dizzy, and he smiles before bringing his attention back to your warm pussy.

He flattens his tongue and licks fat stripes over your folds like a wild animal giving his mate a tongue bath. Simultaneously meant to induce arousal and bring comfort to his partner. He winks at you several times and regularly darts up to french kiss your aching clit, burrowing his nose so deep in your slutty pussy.

The sensual nature of it has your eyes rolling back, and this time you’re the one being savage, your bedazzled extra long acrylics make a mess of his shoulders. He lets your trembling legs go, keeping you in place by his raw determination to literally eat your heart out. His curls bound and fly as he shakes his head vigorously, pushing your clit and hood back with his thumb so he can focus on slurping your slick from your hole like it’s his job.

“No no no-stop, please-fuck- ‘m gonna make a mess-feels like i have to pee, Daddy- shit shit-no, Daddy wait ‘M GONNA!-”

Your orgasm rudely cuts you off, and you gush on Coryo’s mouth. You always say shit like that when you squirt, but you never know when your boyfriend wants your words to be true. You squirt until you can’t hold yourself up anymore, and you collapse against the bed in a huff. Coryo laps up your release with his signature pleased grin, he’s so glad to put you in your place and give you what you deserve. Trust him, petal, he’ll never fail you when it comes to that.

You don’t speak, you’re still twitching and coming down from your euphoric high. Coryo lays his hands on either side of your head and cages you in, hovering above you and cooing loads of praises and sweet nothings into your sweaty hairline.

“How about it? Feeling any better, dove?” He gingerly delivers the question with a loose hand around your throat and a quick squeeze to your tit.

You lean into the barely there pressure on your throat, too out of it to be embarrassed, “Uh huh, thank you, Daddy. ‘Love you.”

“Oh you are so very welcome, mellilla (little honey). Daddy loves you too, more than your bunny brain could ever imagine, don’t you ever forget that.”

It's 2 am by the time you’ve come back to earth. Coryo makes you pancakes with your favorite strawberry syrup after you eagerly show him your appreciation in the shower. He wipes your mouth clean when you’re done with the star shaped pieces. You fall asleep during an elimination on MasterChef, but he’ll rewind it for you tomorrow.

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[querenciasturniolo]

Could you do one where Matt and reader have been dating for like, a year and reader has been in multiple vlogs and car videos, and the fans love her. So, when the internet starts going crazy speculating that Matt has a girlfriend, they do a podcast about reader and Matt's relationship and they're flirting the whole time, Nick and Chris can't stand it, jokingly, but put up with it. So, when they release the pod episode, the fans go crazy, and Matt and reader are just openly flirting with each other online and it's all just so cute and fluffy. If you can't, I completely understand. I hope you have a wonderful day and / or night! <3

sick ⮕ m.s.

word count: 759

warnings: swearing, mentions of kissing, scooby-doo reference

summary: request

a/n: this was so fucking cute, i loved writing it

everything written is completely fictional. the people i write for are written with characteristics and mannerisms that i made for them, this is in no way depicting what would actually happen in real life.

“Good morning campers, welcome to the Cut the Camera Podcast. I’m Nicolas Sturniolo.”

You glanced over at Matt, eyeing his side profile as he tightened his arm around your shoulder and pulled the mic towards him. It was your fault the secret came out when it did, you made googly eyes at him every chance you got, and he knew every single time.

“I’m Matthew Sturniolo.” He said, looking down at you with furrowed brows and a soft smile.

“And I’m gonna be sick.” Chris said, your jaw dropping in amusement as you whipped your head towards him. He laughed into the mic and shrugged his shoulders. “It isn’t my fault you’re staring at Matt like the sun shines out of his ass.” He said.

You rolled your eyes and pulled your mic close to you. “And what about it?” You shot back, Matt scoffing and running a hand over his face.

“Well, I guess that is one way to start the topic. Why don’t we go ahead and introduce our special guest, Matt?” Nick prompted, Matt uncovering his face and adjusting his headphones. He looked into one of the cameras and smiled, looking back down at you. “Go ahead.”

You cleared your throat and looked into the camera, pulling your mic towards your face and sighing into it. “If you don’t know me, I’m Y/n. I’ve known these losers for a couple of years now.” You said, turning your head and smiling at Matt. “And dating this specific loser for a little over a year, and if it wasn’t for you meddling kids, we could have gotten away with keeping it a secret for a little longer.” Your eyes met the camera again with raised eyebrows and an amused smile. “No, in all seriousness, it’s funny the way everyone found out.” You said.

Matt chuckled and shook his head. “So, basically, this podcast episode is talking about how we met Y/n, how she somehow got stuck with Matt, and how you all figured out the secret.” He said, his fingers tapping against your arm lightly from where his hand was draped over your shoulders.

“And Nick and I are going to try and keep our food down while we’re at it.” Chris said. You rolled your eyes and adjusted your mic.

“Chris is just jealous, don’t listen to him.” Nick said, Chris scoffing into his cup. You threw your head back and laughed, grateful that the microphone only picked up the slightest sound of the raucous noise.

The pod went by smoothly, the four of you bouncing off of each other with jokes and stories that all of you loved. One particular story, you noticed, the fans were editing like crazy.

“Look at this.” Matt said, holding his phone so you could see it from where your head was laid in his lap.

“That isn’t how it happened!” Matt exclaimed, the camera panning to Chris rolling his eyes, and then back to you with your face in your hands to hide your embarrassment.

“That abso-fuckin-lutely is how it happened. You were walking Y/n out, and I ran downstairs to remind her to bring her camera the next day, and I caught you kissing her goodnight! Don’t tell me what I remember, that shit still haunts my nightmares.”

The edit continued, more clips of Chris rolling his eyes at the camera and laughing in slow motion to a song you couldn’t recognize.

You sighed and looked up at Matt. “Out of all of the stories we told on how Nick and Chris found out, that isn’t the one I’d expect to be blowing up.” You said, pressing the comments icon and smiling at all of the sweet things being said about your relationship.

“I mean, it is probably the funniest story we told, Chris was more animated than he’d been in a long time.” Matt said, liking the Tiktok and locking his phone. With his hands free, he traced mindless designs on your arm with his fingertips, and ran his other hand through your hair.

You hummed and closed your eyes, completely relaxing onto the couch. “I saw one the other day, and it was a gag counter. I think Chris hit like thirty before the end of the pod.” Matt said, a huff of air leaving your nose as you grinned and looked up at him.

“There’s no way it was less than fifty, it was ridiculous.” You said, Matt laughing softly above you and shrugging his shoulders.

“Not my problem we make him sick.”

tags: @strniolo , @ssturniolo , @thetriplets3 , @stvrni0lo , @gabbylovesreading , @dwntwn-strnlo , @tylerscreat0r , @toyourloves , @lvrsparadise , @tuktuk34 , @angelcake-222 , @20nugs , @obsessivencrazy , @lollibumblebee , @stargirlv0id , @babytomatoes , @jellybeanbby

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo imagine #nick sturniolo imagine

[lowkeycasanova]

the fans love you

i feel like we all know that a lot of vinnie's fans send/spread hate whenever he's simply seen with a girl, but i decided to write this headcanon in which it's the opposite. where the fans absolutely love you

masterlist

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At first he didn’t know how to approach the situation. You know, finally telling everyone he has a girlfriend. He was also nervous about the reactions. Not that he gave a fuck about what people were to say about him, it was you he was worried about.

And how would he do it? Would he make a tik tok? Would he post a selfie with you on his Instagram story and let people put two and two together?

You told him you didn’t care about what other people thought. Well, maybe deep down you cared a little. Who wouldn’t? But at the end of the day, you couldn’t control what other people said about you and their jealousy.

Vinnie didn’t know the photo had been taken until Jett sent it to him. It was a picture of Vinnie sitting on the couch, you in his lap, kissing each other with your hands caressing his face and his hands wrapped around your waist. Whoever took it was at a distance and zoomed in to take it. It was a chill night at the house. You thought you were alone. Guess not.

Vinnie said, “fuck it”, and posted the picture on Instagram. It was the third picture out of six for his camera roll dump. And tagged you.

You braced yourself for the comments/notifications. Vinnie was giddy with excitement as he knew he just dropped the bomb and there was no going back now.

You told yourself that you were just gonna ignore it for now. Check back in maybe three days.

It hadn’t even been thirty minutes and you opened the app. Disregarding the new activity on your end, you went straight to his comment section.

“oh so we hard launching now?”

“babe, that don’t look like me”

“This was my last straw”

“bout to take a bath with a toaster”

“I’m actually sick”

“Who tf is this?”

“SHES GORGEOUS”

“Y’all acting like he want y’all.”

“You two are so cute!!”

“W post”

Of course there were going to be negative ones. But to your surprise, it wasn’t as bad as you thought. There were also a good number of positive ones.

You go to your notifications and it’s flooded. Again, the negative comments were there. Some asking who you were and why you were with Vinnie. Some putting the throwing up emoji. Nothing that you didn’t expect. Even Vinnie was surprised at the response, so far. He was sure he was gonna have to tell some people off.

In the days to come, he started posting you more since it the relationship was no longer a “secret”. And honestly, it came natural, not looking like he was trying to show everyone he had a girlfriend. He posted you like he would post his friends.

You did the same. Although you both made sure that a lot of things were kept private.

His fans loved that they could see Vinnie from your point of view on your insta story. They loved seeing him act silly while y’all were out to lunch or out shopping because you dragged him. You liked being able to give them that content.

When he would post a video on tik tok and you were in it, some people would be like “she’s OUR gf” and he’d be like “bro what?”

You had an account of your own but wouldn’t post all that often. Vinnie’s fans would comment on his videos, telling him to tell you to post more.

When he streams, he’ll get a lot of “where’s y/n?” comments from viewers. Sometimes they would ask so much that he literally has to say that you’re not even there at the house. He would fake being offended that they weren’t playing attention to his game play. Not that he could blame them. He couldn’t stop thinking about you either.

There would be mail sent to the P.O. box with Vinnie’s name on the packaging label but every single item was for you.

When out in public, fans were just as excited to meet you. You can’t even count how many selfies you took with them.

Even the guy fans. Now, Vinnie isn’t the type to really get jealous, but you could tell something was up by how clingy he got after.

It’s like they loved you more than him and honestly, Vinnie couldn’t have been happier at the turnout.

#vinniehacker #vhackerr #vinnie hacker #v.hacker #vinnie x reader #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie x y/n #vinnie imagines #vinnie hacker fluff #vinnie hacker headcanon

[strip4kaneshiro]

Dating Headcanons w Shoto

This man is chaotic af and I love his dynamic so I’ll be separating this into male vs female since he’s stated that he’s bisexual, happy pride month. I’m basing this on how he interracts with his male and female friends :)) (mostly Bao and Vox cause those r the clips I see the most and who he’s most comfy with)

As his girlfriend..

- he tries to be as helpful as possible around the house

-you two are constantly competing for the housewife position??

- one of you starting a lewd joke and it just snowballs out of control💀💀

- “ (name), honey, darling, my love, love of my life, get your sexy ass over here like right now” “oh my gosh ew Shoto u wanna eat my ass? Not on stream babe <33 ;)” “THIS GIR- THATS NOT WHAT I SAIDDD!!”

-oh yeah! Shoto sometimes does streams with you sitting in the same room as you or in his lap

- “todays stream is gonna be co-oped with my darling (name)-sama uwu” “Shoto I stg”

- he’s not afraid to announce the weird stuff you do, just cause ur off camera does NOT mean your off the hook

- “CAN YOU STOP FUCKING SHAKING YOUR ASS IN THE DOORWAY WHAT THE FUCK??-!”

- he commissions a custom asset for you, it’s of you slumping ur chin over his shoulder aw

- Shoto also commissions assets with ur regular model like holding hands, parading each other’s heads ect.

- using popular romance anime couples as pfps on your private social media accounts ( hori and miyamura, usui and misaki, etc)

- when your on your period, he grabs your heat source of choice (if it isn’t him ofc) and water. Along with anything else you ask for

- he also loves watching you style your hair in the morning. Like he’ll literally sit on the counter in the bathroom and watch you get ready

- you make him help but he just takes it as an excuse to have his hands all up in ur head???

- if your hair is on the straighter side, he styles it sometimes with random clips and intricate styles, but if it’s thicker and/or curlier, he stays out that territory entirely.

- poor babes doesn’t want to accidentally make your hair matted

- self care with (ship name) every Saturday and Tuesday!!

As his boyfriend

- if you thought he was bad with Uki or Vox, he’s even worse with you

- not one bone in his body can be stopped from being down abysmal for you (believe me, the people have tried)

- your assets are just as cute as the female counterpart, if not more. He also commissions pride month pfps and assets

- minecraft is just so domestic, he gives u flowers and shit.

- inexplicably horny tho, he bends over all the time while wearing short-shorts and is like

“I mean, well it’s hot, what else am I supposed to do huh? Go nude instead?”

Yes…please..

- this smug little shit, try flirting with him during a game though. It works, I’ve tried I swear

- “babe, if you get this next kill, on god I’ll suck you off after stream”

Player🔫sho

- he tells chat stories about what you guys do everyday and it’s so cute, like story time w Shoto.

- “so, uhhh, this morning! When (name) woke up this morning, he looked up at me from bed this morning and was like ‘mmm…g’morning baby…~’ in his seductive ass morning voice and *flustered noises*!!”

- he’s your biggest simp fan

- for some reason when he’s sick he just??? Starts streaming like every wasn’t coughing his lungs out?

- do you have to pick him up and carry him to bed, promptly ending Stream? Maybe

- his sick voice is so adorable though oh my gosh, so being around him is worth it

- “baaaaaabe, can you give me more medicineee?~ and another driiink?~” he calls from the bedroom

- teasing him >>>

- just do it, trust me you’ll enjoy it. He gets all shy and tsundere

- giving him compliments and praise back to back makes him go full tsundere though. Do with that information as you please

Either way, Shoto is a great boyfriend for men and women alike. Nobody gets left behind in this train! So treasure the time with him that you have. And remember, bribe him with sushi and maybe….juuust maybe, he’ll put on the dog ears (yes he has a pair irl)

#vtuber #shxtou #shxtou x reader #vtuber x reader

[discotitsposts]

there’s no place like home season 7

gonna tell u rn this is one of reid’s finest moments

spillers ahead

-

i like this ep a lot

the feeling of watching this one while it’s storming is elite

dudes a storm chaser lol

awww will and jj

rossi gonna regret not taking the time off

that’s so nice they made a donation to ALS in carolyn’s name :)

tornados fascinate me

reid looks so good help

wheels up in 30‼️‼️

I LOVE THE NATIONAK WEATHER SERVICE SOUND UGH BEEEEEP

love storms yayy

LOL the plane shaking

reid my beloved

rossi’s scared lol

LOL when reid’s talking about turbulence

LOL PULVERIZED

reid can pulverize me pls

don’t accept beer nd weed from strangers kids or they might take u and take ur body parts to put their dead brother back together in the middle of a tornado

reid stop being sexy challenge

oops he lost right away

tornados are so destructive but so beautiful when photographers get them on camera

can u imagine getting the message that a violent tornado is in your area that must be terrifying

ew body parts

so the unsub is dr frankenstein

i feel bad for jj she has to be that far away when her kid is rlly sick she can’t leave bc of the storm then :(

hotch is such a nice understanding boss

SPENCERRRRR THE WAY HE TKWJW IS EIRIWBEWHNWM

he speaks so fast i love it

my sweet little rambler

i wonder if this episode is not only based on a real case but like how common is this one like r there actually amateur dr frankensteins

lol garcia being grossed out

rossi LMAO THE SHADE

garcia: reid you scare me

rossi: join the club

REIDS FACE ADTER AHAHHAH

whoooohoo rain and thunder

bro kidnapped him and his wondering why he’s trying to leave

i’m so tired

that’s smart to hide in a drainage pipe

REID IN THE DARK RUFF RUFF BARK BARK BARK BARK

hJhwjejdjakwsmHWHEOSOWJRNE beautiful

reid figuring it out

how the hell the kid supposed to drink a beer if his mouth taped shut

he should say yeah and then bite him

ok but “the delusion will completely take over” is so funny bc my spencer delusion has

bros like no i don’t fucking remember bc i’m not ur brother

storm chasing fbi agents!!!

lol playing chicken what reid

garcia the guide

isn’t there two tornados

my god the way reid talks is just so attractive i love the way he speaks pls talk to me forever spencer

bros playlist is fire ngl

run

“it’s all good” dudes gonna chop his head off

“who r they” the hottest fbi agents

REIDDD

the way he yells ugh

they saved him!

how did they film this? with like high powered fans ?

bro walked into a tornado

i wanna be in a storm shelter with reid

doesn’t jj tell a story to henry aww

i love that her actual son played her son on the show that’s so cute

i see why she did an audio book recently her voice is rlly soothing i almost fell asleep

that was relaxing

goodnight

the end

#criminal minds #spencer reid #mgg #criminal minds rewatch #matthewgraygubler

[jwcnsz]

catsitting with enhypen! <3

pairing; enhypen members x gn!reader

warnings; mentions of biting, cursing

genre; fluff, domestic au

word count; 800+

requested; nope!

a/n; i saw enha play with kitties and i was like “i gotta write it” so here we are. also hee’s part is so long im sorry rn im just like “heeseung 🫶” forgive me anyways pls enjoy!

heeseung;

omg he’s so happy when you tell him you’re gonna bring a kitten home for the day

you were taking care of it for a friend and wtv

heeseung literally just “KITTY” and SPRINTED towards the door

he’s so real for that cause same

the whole time he’s babying it ohhh :(

that kitten is in his arms and he’s carrying it around as if it were his child

head in hands HE USES A BABY VOICE TO TALK TO THE KITTEN

“awww my little kitty :((“ cooing and shit

“can we keep it? ☹️” “no.” “please? ☹️” “no.” “pleaseeee? ☹️” u just. “no.”

HE WILL BEG WITH A POUT AND BIG EYES

heeseung’s master manipulator era

he didn’t even let you get near it not even to help him take care of it

“hee, you need to let me help.” “NO.” he just walks away with the kitten in his arms

when it’s time to return the kitty he’s literally sobbing

he WILL NOT let go

“you can get another one 😒” “HEESEUNG.”

literally had to pry that kitten away

u got him a kitten later on though so he forgave you for the whole “ripping away his child” thing

jay;

oh he’s upset

he gets that you’re doing your friend a favor but he’s allergic to cats and you know this

“are you serious, y/n?” “BUT THE KITTY IS SO CUTE ☹️” “fucking hell…”

in the end he agrees BUT you have to always be ten feet away from him.

he literally walks around the house with a mask on cause there is no way he’s inhaling those car hairs.

“jay, you won’t die.” “you have no idea how much allergies suck.” “take a pill.” “NO. 🙄”

there is no convincing him.

yeah he thinks the kitten is cute but he wasn’t gonna get sick over it

FINALLY you have to give the kitten back

if jay feels sad he won’t tell you

“jay say bye to the kitten.” jay: 🙁

he’s still gonna act like he doesn’t want it there

you learned to never baby sit a cat again

(jay still wanted you to bring more home though)

jake;

dog lover #1

“why couldn’t your friend have a puppy?” “shut up and go get me a bowl.”

at first he hates the kitten and the kitten hates him

my mans got bitten 😞

“cats are spawns of satan and you cannot convince me otherwise.”

the whole day hes glaring at that poor kitty

the kitten who just wants to go home:

eventually jake decided to give it another chance and he tried his best to not be mean to it

“bite me again and i’m sending you to the pound.” “JAKE NO”

anyways they became besties after that

“jake let go of that poor cat” “BUT ITS SO ADORABLE HOW DID I HATE IT BEFORE??? ☹️”

he now wants a cat but he didn’t wanna cheat on layla so he decided against it

he gave it back normally but he’s now doing research on where he can get a kitten (without letting layla know)

sunghoon;

dog lover #2

but he isn’t anti cats either

he’s the second most normal one of the bunch

no fights or almost dying from cat hairs

he just vibes with it

he does get a little attached but it’s okay

“we can get our own kitten”

but it’s not the same for him 💔💔 he still loves his other kitten tho

sunoo;

they either hate each other or love each other

for this let’s act like they’re besties

love at first sight for these two srsly

you’re trying to get sunoo’s attention and he just

“don’t talk to me i’m with the baby 🙄” MF

but it makes u happy to see them get along

they take naps tgt and they eat tgt they do everything tgt

he doesn’t wanna give the kitten back but ofc he gives in eventually

“so do you wanna get a kitten?” “WE JUST LEFT.” “so a yes?”

jungwon;

THEYRE SOULMATES. BESTIES. 🤞🤞🤞

they meow at each other like literal conversations but in cat

“jungwon-“ “SHHH it’s telling me a story” he has the cat against his ear

you just let them be and it’s better for you since you don’t have to do anything

just like sunoo they do anything together

“can we please cuddle?” “the kitten says no.”

mf 😒

he really just kitten>>>you

riki;

best cat dad™️

hes so sweet

HE GIVES THE KITTEN NOSE KISSES AND LITTLE BELLY RUBS 😞

“you are now my baby! 😁” “riki you’re sixteen.” “teenage father.”

he has adopted that cat by now its HIS.

treats it like a newborn he has him everywhere

he puts the kitten inside his hoodie 😞💔

“need to keep my baby warm 🥰”

hes so in love with that kitten it hurts

he plays around with it sm :( literally they both run around like babies

“im not giving this kitten back.” he gave it back.

he was heartbroken. his world just fell apart

not even kidding hes sobbing on the way back to ur house

“riki its okay it was literally just a day.” “HE IS MY BABY. I BASICALLY RAISED HIM.”

u got him a kitten to make him happy cause happy baby riki 🫶

taglist <3; @iluvnishi @kiki-woo @heartsforsoobie @woonie-muffin @luveuly @byeolwonnie (if u wanna be tagged send a message/ask!)

requests are; OPEN!

#enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #enhypen scenarios #enhypen oneshots #enhypen

[aconflagrationofmyown]

A Whole Man is Hard to Find - chapter 13

an Elvis Presley fanfic AU

Warnings: the typical universe warnings apply for this chapter, special emphasis on dated views both held and aspersions cast, by various characters

Summary: picking up from where we left off, this particular one is a bro chapter, -as I like to call the ones sans Rosey- though perhaps the underlying homoeroticism and money talk dampens the broship a bit ;)

Love note from a nutty author: thank y’all so much for all the feedback, love, screaming and prompts, it means the world to me that we’ve gotten as far as we have with this story and I cannot wait to continue on, sharing it with y’all has been such a bright spot of my year. Here’s to hoping this chapter isn’t too boring or grammatically offensive. Apologies to Steve Binder for me always making him a twink, it’s a cross some have to bear

“Captain Presley!” Calhoun’s panted greeting and the boy’s flailing limbs collided with Elvis the minute he stepped on deck, “I was trying t’stay awake last night t’tell ya but I fell asleep and then Mr Schilling wouldn’t tell m’where ya where when I done woke up this’mornin an’ I was tryin to find Miss Beaumont, -and he weren’t no help with that either, and just had to find ya…“

“Breathe my boy, try takin a breath, that it!” Elvis huffed good naturedly, patting his scrawny back as the kid gripped his fine clothes and babbled a mile a minute, “You found me now, and I’ll listen but ya gotta hold it for a lil longer, got a real powerful man comin aboard any second now.”

Cal bit his lip in frustration with the one front tooth left him, “But I gotta tell ya what I saw-“

“-And I wanna hear it, more than anythin’, but in a minute.” Elvis insisted with firm gentleness, spinning the boy around and tucking him under his arm as he walked them both towards the head of the gang plank. “Jerrah!“ he greeted his friend who looked like he was about to be sick by the sight of the approaching dandified official, “Who ya watchin? Oh why, if it ain’t the cute lil fucker with the crush on me.” he mimed surprise at the sight of the approaching visitor just for the satisfaction of seeing Jerry Schilling turn a shade greener, “Mr Bundle, wasn’t it?”

“Binder -as you know damn well.” Jerry seethed, “And if we aren’t all locked up for your obscenity by breakfast then it’ll be due to the intervention of a loving god.”

“Goodnessme.” Elvis clucked his tongue, “Mind yourself in front of the boy.”

“I should be telling you that.” Jerry shot back. “Only the pleasure of delivering a fate that’s real painful for both of us would give that man the energy and bravery to show his face after last night.”

“Since you’re so peckish, why don’t ya take Cal down below, allow me to handle this.”

“I don’t trust ya to handle that fancy man in any way shape or form that would be beneficial.” Jerry belligerently stuck a cigar in his mouth and his hands in his pockets, “I had to tuck him into a carriage like a helpless child he was so wobbly after you were finished with him. Reckon I’ll mind my post, thanks very much.”

“Goin down with boat, hmm, Jerrah?” Elvis snickered.

“Besides,” Jerry ignored him, “that fat fuck of yours is down below givin instructions to clear the boat out and won’t elaborate when he said he’d imprison me for obstructin federal orders when I told him I only take orders from you.”

“The hell?” Elvis muttered in bewilderment.

“So, you don’t know what he’s up to either? Damn him. How’s Miss Beaumont?” Jerry turned with Elvis to face their oncoming guests, calculating that brevity would force his friend to be honest.

Elvis could feel Calhoun’s hopeful, upturned face waiting for his reply. He tightened his hug on Cal’s shoulders and murmured a tersely comforting “Well enough, she’ll be at breakfast.” out the side of his mouth while turning to greet Mr Binder as that fellow gingerly stepped off the ramp and onto his polished deck.

Gray suit, gray waistcoat, blue tie. Elvis' little lesson had not gone unheeded. The pretty official’s eyes were near azure with the new touch of dyed silk.

“My dear Mr. Binder!” Captain Presley greeted with obnoxious familiarity, “This is an unexpected treat!”

Binder looked at the hand offered in a handshake like it might bite him before thrusting forth his pallid one and squeezing the Captain’s hand so tightly the rings bit into his fingers and bruised. It made Elvis grin wider.

“To what do we owe this visit?” Elvis queried, taking stock of the multiple federal soldiers arranged behind Binder like personal Pretorians, stiff and ready to guard the government’s dutiful clerk from a second defilement. “Ya here for business or pleasure?”

Mr. Binder’s hitherto stoic face flushed crimson as the Captain’s rankling pleasantries angered him enough he found his tongue, “Business, Captain P-Presley, b-business -of course, what else.”

“Oh I dunno, didn’t wanna presume,” Elvis raised two placating hands in surrender, causing his bracelet round his wrist to jangle against his time piece, “gotta whole lotta ‘else’ aboard.”

“I-I’m here to tell you, Captain Presley,” Binder’s tone grew firmer after managing to at last say his name without a stutter, “that the government has requisitioned your boat -for a brief period, not long, just a brief period to transport troops upriver to the territories.”

“And it just had to be my boat?” Elvis glowered, his amusement fast fading.

“Yes, yes your boat is required and, and your skill recommends you as perfect for the handling of…handling of -your skills as a captain I mean, of course! -handling of men…troops, government property.” he brought his clutched order up to his face and examined the paper frantically before quoting: “-Captaining government assets up the treacherous waterway to St Paul.”

He rallied at the end after consulting his orders, managing to find a vocabulary that did not provoke double entendres, lowering the paper and looking at the Captain with federal expectancy.

Elvis mourned Binder’s success only briefly before allowing himself to absorb the reality of a trip up north under government orders, all protest against it resulting in a even worse demand. Or prison. Jerry gave a snicker beside him at their ill luck, the self inflicted karma of Elvis’ fucking with this dainty fellow.

“I am ever at my country’s service, Mr Binder.” Captain Presley replied with grave decorum before remembering the importance of keeping so easily flummoxed an ally on his side, “-and at yours.” he added in a tone he had not heard himself use in a coons age.

His tongue felt sour from how easy it had been to slip back into it, even sober. How effective it yet remained on the man before him who’s professional reply died on his lips with that personal addition.

Mr Binder’s betraying flush lasted one single, damning moment before a genuine scowl of derision replaced the fawnish wince of before. Mr. Schilling feared this had gone too far at last, a death blow was about to be struck to his incorrigible friend’s long streak of bridge burning immunity. Jerry often wondered if Elvis perhaps wanted to burn the whole operation to the riverbed floor, so as to be done with the carnival shit. Handing that job to someone else would make him blameless. No one was better positioned than Mr Binder to damn them so expertly.

“And I came to aid you, Captain.” Mr. Binder continued with admirable indifference to his momentary slip.

“Oh?”

“Yes, I’ve a question for you.” Mr. Binder nodded, looking once at Mr. Schilling and then the boy Calhoun who was watching these proceedings with fascinated bewilderment.

“Ah now, I’ve never known a question that was helpful, Mr. Bi-“

“Don’t.” Jerry begged, slapping Elvis’ hand from its intended journey to Binder’s flinching shoulder. “Just don’t, for once in your life.”

“I’ve been sent by President Grant’s Administration to clean up the laws and commerce of the Mississippi River, Captain Presley,” Mr. Binder stated his well worn script of the evening prior, “and you best believe I intend to do so. But I’d rather not lock up its most able captains when I think the corruption I seek is ashore. Do you understand me, sir? Or do you only speak in the lustful language of the depraved? Your…purser led me to believe you were a -deeper- sort of man.”

Mr. Schilling’s cough was grating and deafening enough to make Cal jump in surprise. “There was mention of aid and a question, Mr Binder?” he redirected with effortless, homespun charm.

“Yes, I suppose there was.” Binder flicked his clear blue eyes over to the second mate, “Do you men not want to partner with me or do you actually enjoy slowly declining into outdated, useless finery?”

“Beg pardon?”

“What I’m trying to understand, Mr. Schilling is why after agreeing to the boat race one of you would put in an offer, tantamount to a request, to be used by the United States army, thus disqualifying you from such a race for nigh on half a month's time? Do you really hate the idea of making money so much you’d wreck your own ticket? Or am I right in judging that neither of you knew about this development until now?

Mr. Schilling and Captain Presley exchanged a look that was a non verbal communication of a resounding “told ya so” on Jerry’s part in regards to the basic command structure aboard.

“I am correct?” Binder prodded, a prim sort of authority having bloomed in him when left in peace from fiddling fingers and dancing blue eyes, “Right, then, the next question is, who actually owns this ship?

“It’s a boat, sir.” Elvis corrected gently.

More silence followed and Cal craned his neck near backwards to observe the Captain’s silent seething from the vantage point of under his jaw. It seemed to him that conversations between important men involved a great deal of glaring and not much talk. If Rosey had been there she would have taken note of the thumping vein in his neck, giving away how very much Elvis appreciated Colonel Parker wrecking his first, profitable, basic chance for autonomy.

“It was mentioned to me,” Mr. Binder went on, “-in the early morning as I had not bothered with sleep and the light was on and a fellow felt free to approach my desk- that Colonel Parker left the gala last night and departed straight away to the telegraph office, and thence to the railway office, before coming back to his lodgings aboard. Does any of this interest you, Captain Presley? I’ll repeat, who owns this boat? And why would they rather it act as a human cattle car than make a profit by submitting to a constitutionally elected committee?”

“That would be one Colonel Parker, of telegraph and railway office fame.” Jerry made a brave decision and smiled placidly, even as Elvis gave him a look that would strike most men dead. “Very fond of the old method, that one, you know, the dancing, singing, gambling, carnival style method that the railway is gonna make obsolete in a couple years.”

“I own this damn boat.” Captain Presley growled over Cal’s head and the boy felt his shoulder nearly crushed under his clenching hand.

“Not according to Mr. Moore, ya don’t, been goin through all those papers like ya asked….” Jerry kept smiling the smile of someone who enjoys a victory at all costs, and Elvis smiled the teeth-clenched smile of one who’d rather seethe than cry over a betrayal.

“How bout we take this somewhere, more private.” Elvis offered to Mr. Binder with admirable decorum for a man in such dire need of breakfast.

“Yes.” Mr. Binder was hesitant to leave the pure, open air of the deck and the federal guardians of his purity for an enclosed office and Captain Presley’s wiles, “Some discretion might not be amiss.” he conceded.

“Excellent, be so good as ta follow me, and you, Schilling,” Elvis pushed a firm hand against his mate’s chest, “will stay above with Cal and see to it that no more unloading happens until I can sort this little miscommunication out, hmm?”

“Yes, Boss.” Jerry donned his now quite common look of sullen mutiny but he took Cal under his arm nonetheless, watching with stubborn hope as the two men descended the stairs to the Captain’s practically unused office.

“What was it that you so badly wanted to tell the Captain about, boy?” Jerry asked Calhoun after a split second’s decision to make business that wasn’t his business his business. He had a strange presentiment that all business aboard would soon be everyone’s business with the way things were devolving so rapidly.

“Colonel Parker pointed a gun at me.” Cal shrugged with aggrieved pride at having been put off so long.

“Now that weren’t very patient of him.”Jerry remarked, “What’d you do?”

“I didn’t do nothin!” Cal remonstrated viciously.

“What’d he do, then? -No, no you ain’t taken the piano anywhere, not nothin else is goin off here till the Captain comes back up!” Jerry broke off to yell at a few movers who were beginning to haul out the dining halls' more entertaining furniture, “Go get, move your asses back, nothin comes out till he says. Now, you were sayin, Calhoun?”

“I was goin into Miss Beaumont’s office for my lesson-“

“-that’s really Rosetta’s office, boy.”

“-yes, right, well, it’s got the safe in it, and it was empty ‘cept for the Colonel and he was busy diggin’ through it and pullin things out,” Cal explained, “and they were things I’d seen the passengers give Miss Beaumont and she done locked them up and had them slip things-“

“-deposit slips.”

“-yeah, depot slips, and he was takin the jewels out and he spooked real bad when I came in.”

“Why’d he point a gun at ya?” Jerry gnawed on his cigar placidly much to Cal’s irritation.

“He told me not to say nothin bout what I’d seen. And I asked him why not.” Cal shrugged as if this were explanation enough.

“Then what?”

“I done told ya, he pulled a gun on me!”

“Jus’ like that. You didn’t say nothin smart back or nothin?”

“Well I-“

“C’mon now, what’d you say?” Jerry fancied himself a decent detective when it came to children, the trick of it he figured, was never to outgrow one’s own childish logic.

“Well I may have told him that Miss Beaumont had killed over less.” Calhoun smiled the smile of the crooked and the besotted and Jerry offered up a prayer for him that his teeth would grow back in at a rapid pace.

“Yeah, that’ll be what done it.” Jerry leaned back against the bulkhead and looked out at the slate gray sky where it met the muddy river and imagined going northward under these conditions.

“Stick next to me or ya might get tossed over to the gators, not be the first to go that way.”

“There ain’t any gators this far north!”

“You wanna test that, boy?”

“No! No sir!”

“You done told anyone else about this?” Jerry inquired in the way of those making conversation for lack of a better pastime.

“Rosetta, rights before you hauled me up here.”

“Oh, that’s excellent.” Jerry observed, “She’ll have told most the boat but now in her righteous fury, and there won’t be no way that fucker won’t hear it somehow or other.”

“What fucker?” Cal inquired placidly.

“Elvis.” Jerry replied as if the words were synonymous.

Elvis felt himself in about as foreign a space as Mr Binder, so little used was his office and entirely stocked with his father’s materials, not his own. It was sobering, that recollection of his father’s plight and he ushered Mr. Binder into the cramped space with the gravity befitting his station. He flicked open the blinds and let the now overcast sky make a dent into the gloom and settled himself behind the desk.

“How can I help you, Mr. Binder?” he asked placidly.

Mr. Binder took time to seat himself and flick out his coattails, adjust his cravat and scan the office before folding his hands in his lap and replying with tepid politeness, “I spent a rather sleepless night last night.”

Elvis' arms tensed on the chair rests and his fingers began to stipple on the desk top uncontrollably. He himself had done a great deal of thinking about how far he’d go for a pardon, for Rosey’s pardon, and he had comforted himself that his promises and vows to God might be easily upheld if he had so antagonized Binder against him as to turn away the fellow’s desire as well. Mr Binder, to Elvis inward alarm, did not seem particularly antagonized. “I spend quite a few of those myself.” he ventured. “I like to spend them reading.”

“As do I.” Mr. Bidner smiled and it was a pleasant, sparkly sort of smile Elvis suspected only made a show when the fellow didn’t intend for it to, the thought of books had brought it out, “Usually Milton or Shakespeare, the Brontës.”

“Mm.” Elvis smiled encouragingly.

“Last night,” Mr Binder continued in this way, “ I was kept enthralled by twelve years of case files on one Elvis Aaron Presley.”

Elvis knew his face had gone white, he knew the tell tale signs of that cold cheeked response, but he kept his mouth firm, his eyes glinting, his body painfully still.

Binder went on, “I’ve had my officers taking a look into things regarding this whole operation, not just yours but the whole of it up and down the river. Shocking amount of corruption, mostly from authorities ashore I found, though of course there’s the gambling and the prostitution and the murders, all charged to various accounts -and through it all, yours was a shockingly thick stack of case notes. And then it just…ends.” he had no lilt of glee or triumph in his voice, they could have been critiquing the latest Dumas’ publication, so placid was his narrative, “Just a single line of aquittal, stamped with a Judge’s seal and every heinous crime they don’t even let people talk about gets swept under the rug and you get yourself a nice little river boat and a life -of sorts. If you call this living.” and there was the old, now familiar derision Elvis was hearing more and more in the voices of the younger set.

“So what?” Elvis asked, his voice lowly ominous as he allowed himself to swivel back and forth in the desk chair, childishly unconcerned, “You gonna arrest me now, ya pant wetting pansy?”

That barb had the intended effect, Mr. Binder’s face flushed red and what bit of dominance he had secured in the room fluttered precariously in the heat blast of Elvis’ scorn. The poor man pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and undid the meticulously pressed thing with careless haste, pressing it to his sweating eyes. Elvis thought the room rather chilly. He may have commented to that affect.

“We have an opportunity here, Captain Presley,” Mr Binder rallied, but took care to address himself to the floor, and the foot of Vernon’s desk, “a very brief window of opportunity where we can pass the buck to certain officials currently being investigated and culled in preparation for President Grant’s termination and the reign of the ever so scrupulous Mr. Hayes. He’ll get the nomination, don’t even argue the point sir, he’ll get it. What that gives us, is both a tiny window in which to entirely reinvent the Mississippi River into something modern and respectable -a river upon which families and merchants may traverse without impunity- and toss the crimes, such as you yourself engaged in with bribery, back to the officials themselves, instead of the poor, innocent captain’s from whom the bribes were extracted. Do you get me?”

“You wanna keep your captains while locking up a bunch of senators and congressmen and judges?” Elvis summarized patiently.

“Yes, yes I do!”

“That’s real cute, sir.”

“Oh for God’s sake man! It’s already happening!” Binder cried through a face aflame, “Three in Arkansas and two in Mississippi last month! General Grant has taken stock of his presidency and found that it’ll be recalled as a trash fire of corruption and back room deals. He’d rather his deputies' sins not have the last word so he is cleaning house, monumentally, and it’s effecting the juries. They hear about the corruption in other states, they hear of action being taken and actual resignations occurring -they’re voting with the common people caught in the middle. It’s dismantling reconstruction faster than policies and trust me, men like your idiotic partner know their time has come. Middle men are going down to hell with their crooked beautocrats and that’s the way it should be.”

“Mr Bidner, I think you’ll find that -this dirty money you so abhor, it’s what’s made these illustrious captains you wish to save.” Elvis observed him closely, “And I’ve personal stakes here, I do gamble, I do have women aboard who make their living on the passengers, I do have a record such as would prevent me from being offered any common job -but most importantly, my father is in a Memphis jail cell, and has lingered there for months, no bail.”

“I’m sorry to hear that and-“

“Mr Binder!” Elvis insisted on being heard, “You can play the reformer all you want, but if this backfires, it’s goin to be me and my dependents gettin scorched. There’s not a single city councilor or judge in Memphis who I trust worth a damn, and I’m tellin you in confidence, I’m telling you that I’m about to send a pile of gold down to them in exchange for my father, and I’ve sent piles and piles before this to keep them happy. Now is that something you can just…write off when you accuse these men?”

“Yes.” Binder smiled and Elvis wanted to smack the man, “Yes I can, Captain, if it’s just gold that we are talking, I can. Such are the last days of the Grant Administration.”

“My darlin man,” Elvis leant forward over the desk, “you’ve no idea what you’re up against.”

“I think I do.” Mr. Binder’s pretty brows were drawn in a stern line and he too leaned forward, “All I’m asking, is that you don’t fight me on it, that you let me sort this out, that you do not come to the defense of your partner when and if he is implicated, that you warn me here and now if there is more to be found than a money trail. Is that so very hard?”

“You want me to betray a man I owe everythin, to, and then ask me to trust ya?” Elvis laughed.

“I ask you acknowledge the way of the future, sir, and I ask you to see that a man who has made a living taking homes from the impoverished, providing blackmail for politicians and who saw a skilled tart in yourself and took advantage to build this fucking carnival has been long overdo in reaping what he is about to sow.” Mr. Binder’s voice had steadily rose throughout this tirade and Elvis was surprised to find instead of shrill it became rather impressive, “And trust me, I’ve got my damn sickle out, and I’m going to harvest this operation you’ve got going here, and you can either have your pretty neck snapped for past crimes and your Purser’s neck, too, or you can aid me in this. Those are you options, sir. I don’t like threats, Captain Presley,” he sniffled briefly as he smoothed himself back into decorous moderation, “they don’t inspire loyalty. But I’ve brought a gift of sorts, a goodwill token, if you will. To show you I mean business, and that my business is not to your detriment.”

Elvis slowly extended his hand over the desktop to grasp the offered documents. In the pale, overcast light of the office window he could read that one was a telegraphed but nonetheless officially stamped and signed pardon for one Miss Savannah Beaumont of Belle Meade plantation.

He looked up at Binder, incredulous that the man had accomplished this in less than twelve hours. Testing the pansy as to whether he had any grit in him had paid off. Here was his girl’s pardon and the offer of immunity,

which, as this miracle shimmering with barely dried ink, seemed more substantive than a few moments before.

“And the other, Captain.” Mr Binder prodded.

Elvis flicked the page over and found a rather rumpled and aged one, a case report, stamped by the warden of the prison of Golddust Tennessee, stating the particulars of his arrest for crimes of lust and perversion. He’d never actually read the damn thing, had only heard the court harrang with its usual, elevated language. The document in hand read like a rather sordid novella in which his name appeared with nauseating frequency. He made it halfway down the report when he decided that was quite enough for the outdoor at hand and flicked up a inquiring eye to Mr. Binder.

“Is this one a threat or a gift?” he snarked, swallowing down the sick he felt over revisiting the trip home and the thought that here sat a man in regards to whom Jerry’s cautions would have been best heeded.

“A gift.” Binder assured, as if the damning paper was a pineapple or yo-yo, “What I am keeping behind is your pardon, less salacious for certain but a shockingly terse document with no explanation or hint of a jury. I’m sending men down to Memphis, as we speak, Captain, to go through the papers of your Partner, and for your sake I’m hoping that they find evidence to damn those judges besides that pardon. But trust me, if they don’t, it’ll do. I’ll use it. Unless, of course, you can provide me some aid.”

“I’ve said before,” Elvis made sure to smirk in that sad but winsome way that most found anything but aggravating, “I’ve assured you, Mr Bidner, I am ever at your service.”

“Right then. I’ve three things to ask.”

“Ask them.”

“Firstly, promise on whatever you hold dear that when you return from this…troop maneuver,” Mr Binder made a face at having to mention the odious interruption, “that you will sign on with the Waterways Commitre -don’t worry about your partner objecting, I intended for him to be securely out of influence by the time you make it back down to Memphis.”

“Alright.”

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

“Well…swear on something!”

Elvis hesitated, thumbing at the pardon and weighing the chances of all this backfiring terribly. It seemed a better cause to die in, at least. He’d been missing something of that nature for awhile now. “I swear on my mama's grave.”

Mr. Binder took a great, steadying breath that served to make his victory rather unimpressive. Elvis clutched the miraculous pardon to assure himself that the wee fucker before him actually had some serious governmental authority. “Excellent, oh that’s very good, yes, yes alright.” Binder mopped at his eyes again and went on, “The second requirement is quite simple, it’s that you are to make no intimation to Colonel Parker of any such investigation having commenced.”

“Naturally.” Elvis agreed dryly, propping his boot on the desk and getting comfortable, grinning at the thought that Rosey would have really enjoyed being privy to this conversation.

“Parker has already stated he does not intend to make the trip north-“

“-Now hold up -how the hell did he know about this trip before me?”

“He arranged it, Captain, quite plain to see.” Binder sniffed, “I’ve the telegraph logs back home to prove it, if you wish -“

“Sweet Jesus he…” Elvis trailed off, loathe to appear any weaker before Binder by giving away just how little he knew about what went on under his very nose. They were both thinking it, he could tell by the contemplative pity in Binder’s bright blue eyes and the next requirement confirmed it:

“Mr. Moore agrees there been a great deal of uh -embezzling might be the best word for it- going on aboard, every payment you’ve made for the ship-

“-it’s a boat-“

“-has been allocated elsewhere, and is in such a tangle as to confuse anyone looking at it facevalue. You’re about to be out a great deal of money, what with unloading the prostitutes and entertainers-“

“-what now?” Elvis balked.

“The army won’t allow your gambling men, your whores or your band to remain on a government vessel -which the Proud Marie now is until you are released from this commission.”

Elvis bit his nails and wagged his boot atop the desk, grinning venomously at the barer of this new bout of fuckery. “Course.” he gritted out. “Wouldn’t want a buncha bored soldiers to have a way to pass the time while getting shipped up to have their asses handed to them by the natives.”

“I don’t make the rules.” Mr Binder simpered and Elvis wanted to smack the man, see if he’d be into that, too. “But I do suspect you’ll be paying wages for all your offloaded dependents and so, we come back round to the books and the depleted money and I’m saying that something drastic needs to occur so that the Waterways Committee has some security.”

“You want the boat?”

“Oh I wouldn’t be so cruel.” Mr Binder tutted, “I’d like a contract drawn up, signed by yourself and myself and Mr. Moore, perhaps Mr. Cash’s mark would add weight, and the details of it are benevolent -I’ve left it with a fellow to give Mr, Moore, it’s already drawn up- but it would ensure that stupendous half percent that is currently flowing from Parker’s pockets to the gaming tables will, eventually, be the Committee's share.”

“You think you’re real slick, don’t ya. Gonna offer me a deal no better than the last? How bout 40 percent.”

“How about,” Mr Binder put his finger to his pretty little lips and pretended to ponder, “I get you a new boat as this one is, god bless her, hardly staying above water. And uh, 30 percent, with a clause in there for a pension.”

“Who’s pension?” Elvis puzzled.

“You’re wife’s, Captain.” Mr. Binder huffed impatiently, “that extra ten will go to her, in case anything should befall you. Prison or the Colonel, you see I make provisions for innocents, just as you do.”

“I don’t have a wife, Mr. Binder.”

“No? Well, I suggest you make one, speedily, before that contract gets signed, in fact.”

“Make a wife?”

“If God managed it out of a rib, surely Elvis Presley can out of a Purser?” Mr. Binder was growing a bit giddy in his success and Elvis had to close his eyes and recall the fellow’s tear stained humiliation last night in order to press on.

“This is gonna serve what purpose?”

“Mr. Moore suggested that as things are, it’s all a muddle, and trying to untangle your affairs from Parker’s -including who owns the boat- would be hopeless. If taken to trial, the jury would vote for the wife. Parker hasn’t got one, but you, you would have one by then wouldn't you?” Binder seemed to have some second sense that this morning had been hellish and that pressing the point before breakfast was an easy way to make the Captain break.

“You’re suggesting I enter and pervert a sacred institution in order to save some money?” Elvis bit out.

“Wouldn’t be the first time you bent such a thing to your will, would it?” Binder sniffed then flinched as Elvis rose to his feet with uncanny speed and charged him, fists clenched, “And think, sir,” he aimed for respect as Elvis stood there ready to inflict pain, “Miss Beaumont would not only be provided for, she would also make certain that the half allocated to her would support your dependents. Say you were arrested, say the malaria catches up to you, say you get shot for being a bastard,” Mr Binder smiled almost fondly at that, “she and your dependents would have your money. If you can’t trust her, if what I thought I saw between you last night was not all theater, or perhaps one of your mulatto women will do.”

“You’ve been talking with Jerry and Moore, haven’t you?” Elvis muttered, fists slowly uncurling.

“Ah, yes.” Mr Binder had the goodness to look abashed, but that was more likely brought on by the ominous way Elvis was still standing over him, barely pacified, “And Sister Rosetta, that’s your uh, uh”

“Quartermaster.”

“Yes, her!” Binder agreed, “It would seem there is a benevolent mutiny aboard, Captain. And if your conscience smites you for turning in Parker to his just desserts, I suggest you tell it to consider the well being of your crew?”

“And the well being of your pockets.” Elvis pointed out.

“My goal, Captain, is to do so excellent a job in the position afforded me on this godforsaken river that when President Grant’s dismal excuse for a term runs out and the great reshuffling begins, -no fault will be found with me. Or those under me. And not for one single minute will the Bureaucrats think to relieve me of my post and return me east to the shadow of my father and the arms of a wife I cannot stand. Do you hear me now? And I’m offering you a chance to not get culled with the chaff.”

“Has anyone else’s boat been requisitioned, Mr. Binder?” Elvis asked, quietly and in a tone Binder could not decipher.

“Well, no one else asked to be used.” he laughed at last, “But I’m sure someone else’s will be as yours alone is not sufficiently large.”

“Then may I ask you a favor of my own, Mr. Binder?” Elvis ventured from beneath fluttering lashes.

“Uh, yes, of course, if it’s in my power.”

“Mmm, sounds like just about anythin is in your power, sir.” Elvis intoned alluringly, slinking to a crouch beside the arm of Binder’s chair, much to that official's shivering foreboding, “Is there any way you could manage to purloin Captain Jones’ boat as well?” he asked, voice going soft and high, sounding about as young and harmless as a child.

“What are you up to?” Binder asked, warily taking in the elegant hands clasped atop his chair arm and the alluring v of the Captain’s squat and the calculated harmlessness that the man, well past thirty, was swathing himself in, to an alarmingly successful effect.

“I-I just thought…” Elvis trailed off as if bashful of his thoughts.

“What did you think?” Binder demanded with outraged morality, about to flee from the scene of his second, imminent ruination and this terrifying, forever morphing creature squatted before him. “What did you think, Captain?”

“Well, t-t-there’s no need for all that, sir,” Captain Presley’s soulful eyes looked wounded and his cherubic lips, highlighted by the no doubt calculated slant of those damned sideburns, wobbled in hurt, “I-I just thought maybe Jones an’ me could have a lil race up the river while we’re at it, just a teaser of sorts.” He confessed, bashfully looking down at his hands and shrugging his shoulders in the manner of the forever falsely accused.

“God damn you to hell, Presley.” Binder seethed through his own mirth as Elvis’ shoulders began to shake up and down in something besides pantomimed hurt. Eventually both men were laughing, the act abandoned, one perhaps more uproariously than the other, but there was humor found at last. Captain Presley also rose to his feet, by some merciful intervention of a loving God looking out for Mr. Binder’s soul.

“You know.” Binder huffed when some sobriety had been regained, “The whole world isn’t full of dogs and bitches, there’s no need for this whole…whatever it is, you do.”

“Don’t you ever just do something for the fun of it, Binder?”

“Yes, occasionally,” Binder rejoined, “Do you?”

“Yeah,” Elvis got a fond look of reminiscence which suggested it had been awhile, “I race riverboats and charge the extra coal to the colonel’s account.”

“I’ll see to it that Captain Jones’ coal is charged similarly.” Binder smirked and Elvis felt the first taste of genuine like for this man, “Although Parker’s assets may be frozen due to imprisonment by that time.” he quipped, “Best to transfer the rest of the funds to a Mrs. Presley lest they take the brunt of such expenditures.”

“I’m hearin you.” the mirth had gone right out of the Captain's voice, “Can I not just sign it to my father?”

“What? With him in prison, too? Be sensible, Captain. It’s either a wife or child. Wait -have you got a child?”

“No.” Elvis could finally say that with certainty thanks to Rosey’s report. Maddy’s son was not his.

“Shocking.” Binder teased and Elvis might have been in the mood to laugh were he not contemplating marrying a woman who he thought was a different woman twelve hours before. “Invite me to the wedding won’t you? I was thinking this evening would be best, I’ll even ensure the Colonel is on the noon train down to Memphis so as not to meddle.”

“I ain’t gonna make this a church weddin.” Elvis insisted.

“Well, alright, easier in court anyway.” Binder shrugged, watching Presley’s sullen demeanor curiously, “I had thought such a thing was already imminent between you two-“

“Is that all, Mr. Binder?” Captain Presley cut in.

“Until this evening and the contract, yes, I suppose so.” Binder rose, sensing his blatant dismissal, “I’ll arrange the Colonel’s ticket and uh, meet you at the courthouse, yes?”

“I’ll send word if that particular endeavor is on.” Elvis parlayed.

“Oh it had better be, sir.” Binder reiterated, earnestly. “Or you and she will be wiped clean of funds, and my efforts for that pardon will be as nothing.”

“I’m hearin you, Mr. Binder.” it was a wonder that so ominous a voice, like an earthquake or the rush of an elemental force, could have affected brainless innocence so capably a few moments ago. Binder’s brain and other organs were confused by the change, but that was becoming a familiar feeling when in Captain Presley’s presence.

“I’ll leave you to it, then.” Mr. Binder muttered, at a loss as to how to conclude one of the most eventful interviews of his life when his opponent (or was it ally?) had his back to him, staring out the window with soulless eyes.

Binder let himself out.

Captain Presley followed shortly after, his steamrolling gait bound for the mess hall and a long overdue breakfast.

“Captain!” Calhoun waylaid him right in front of the mess hall doors, right where he could smell the scent of bacon and eggs and his sought after sanity.

“Lemme guess, you wanna complain ‘bout the Colonel ta me.” he slurred exhaustedly while dragging the boy along from where he hung on his jacket sleeve.

“Matter o fact, ye-“

“Take a number, boy.” he sighed, pushing open the doors to the mess and vowing to eat something before he heard another word spoken in English or otherwise about his benevolent partner.

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The Run-Aways: Part 3

Pierre Gasly x Reader

Summary: Pierre finds out what it is to be consumed.

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, allusions to sex, angsty.

Word Count: 1742

Authors note: So here is another part of the story, please forgive it not being my best work, but ya girl is suddenly so so so sick and so here it is :D I hope you enjoy it regardless and I can’t wait to hear what you think. 😊

The Run-Aways: Part 1

The Run-Aways: Part 2

The Run-Aways: Part 4 (Finale)

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“I’m really sorry, this is my friend Charles, is it okay if I take it?” Your nod prompting him to answer the call, Charles voice quickly filling the car.

“Good to hear you’re alive mate”

“Yeah you know I need to just get away eve-“

“Yes, speaking of you getting away, you really have to stop just disappearing”

You shot Pierre a sympathetic look, knowing you had done the exact same thing and you were waiting for the onslaught of questions when you got home, which unfortunately for both of you was tomorrow morning.

“Yes, I know but-“

“And why the fuck did I have to hear that you were okay from Max? And another question is why you were asking if he knew how to cook?”

“Charles stop talking!”

Pierre was suddenly frantic, confusing you and Charles endlessly but God had Max really had to oust him like that and indirectly Charles was about to throw him under the bus without even realizing it.

“I will not stop talking!”

Silence ensued from them both, an awkward little standoff happening, Pierre praying he would drop it.

“What the fuck have you gotten yourself into over there man, wherever you are”

“Listen, this really isn’t a good time”

“And why not?”

“I’m driving”

Pierre was doing everything he physically could to keep you out of this conversation that was delving into complete chaos in front of both your eyes.

“Since when do you care about talking when you’re driv- Oh my god it’s a girl. Is there a girl with you right now? Is that who you needed help cooking for?”

Charles had gotten all of that out before Pierre was even able to think about ending the call, frantically pulling over and grabbing his phone to talk to Charles privately in seconds, throwing you an apologetic look before he closed the door.

“Jesus, you were on speaker you fucking idiot” Pierre whisper shouted into the phone as he moved away from the car, nothing but Charles laugh filtering back through to him.

“So, there is a girl”

“Yes, there is a girl, and you just threw me under the bus in front of her! She was sitting right there!”

“Whose the girl?”

“Honestly, someone I met on holiday, and she didn’t have anywhere to stay so I let her stay by me for the week”

“You let a stranger stay with you in a different country?”

“Look, I’m not, this is fine, it’s all been fine”

“Oh my god”

“What?”

“You have a tone”

“What tone?”

“That tone when you talk about those rom-coms”

“I don’t have a tone when I talk about rom coms?”

“We literally refer to it as your ‘I-can’t-wait-to-fall-madly-in-love’ voice”

“Whose we?”

“That question is not important”

“Okay, it doesn’t matter, but I’m not using that tone”

“Holy shit, are you in love with her?”

Shit, was he in love with you?

No, that was absurd, he’d only known you for a week.

“Shit, you do love her”

“Shit”

“Pierre! A week!”

“It’s a summer romance!”

“Yes, a summer romance who you kind of ended up falling in love with and she is leaving at the end of a week, wait, when is she leaving?”

“She literally leaves tomorrow”

“Oh my god! A week Pierre!”

“When you meet her you’ll understand I promise!”

“Oh, am I now meeting your supposed summer romance?”

“Shit”

“It just all sounds like you don’t have a plan”

“Of course I don’t have a fucking plan. At no point did I ever plan on falling in love this quickly with a woman I met in an art museum in a different country!”

“Fuck”

“What?”

“That’s a really cute meeting story”

“Right?!”

“No, but remember, this is just a summer romance, who you have fallen in love with”

“Who I have fallen in love with”

“Have you guys slept together?”

“No, no, there was a brief moment where we nearly kissed, but I shut that down super quickly”

“Okay, no offence but that was the best plan”

“I mean, yes, but why do you think so?”

“Man, you’re such a hopeless romantic, you’ve not even kissed her and you’re in love with her, how on earth would you handle sleeping with her”

“Okay, yeah, that’s the exact reason why I haven’t”

“Not to like, cut this great conversation short”

“You called me”

“Yes, but isn’t she still sitting in your car”

“Fuck, listen I have to go”

“Yes, you do, don’t sleep with her and make sure she isn’t like using you”

“She doesn’t know”

“What do you mean she doesn’t know?”

 “I lied, she doesn’t know I’m an F1 driver”

“You do these things and like, I just, I don’t know what to do”

“Nothing, you do nothing, okay, bye, we’ll chat when I’ back”

At that point Pierre was running back to the car, the most apologetic look on his face as he sheepishly got back in the car.

“Well, that looked intense” you giggled out, having watched the entire interaction.

“Sorry, that was my best mate Charles, he just wanted to check up on me, doesn’t really like that I tend to just disappear sometimes” Pierre shrugged, eyes back on the road, getting you both back to the Chalet for your last evening together.

“No, no reason to apologize, just looked like it was getting heated” you laughed, hoping to never forget what you had seen.

“He’s very opiniated” he rolled his eyes, glimpsing back at you after, hoping to have made you smile. God, he was living for your smile these days.

“Well, at least he knows you’re safe now” you laid a hand on his arm, both of you struggling to ignore how right it felt to have your skin against his, “what are the plans for this evening?”

“Oh, I already organized food to be delivered, was hoping to just do some games and get drunk for our last night?” Pierre hated saying that, your last night.

“God, that sounds absolutely perfect” you gazed out the window towards the little chalet that was coming into view, the place you had considered home more than your actual home.

Without even knowing it, Pierre was feeling the same.

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“You absolutely did not do that” you laughed out at Pierre recanting of a situation with a friend of his, Yuki.

“Absolutely promise, he’s a character” Pierre’s chest was warm as he watched you laughed, more and more honoured that he was the one who could make you laugh like that.

“I don’t understand what on earth you could be running away from, your life sounds amazing” you hummed out as the air around you shifted into something slightly more serious.

“No, truly, I know I have the best life, more than you’ll ever know, but-“

Pierre was suddenly faced with two options; 1) lie or actually be vulnerable.

He couldn’t believe he was about to do this.

“But yeah, sometimes it all gets too much, constantly being bombarded by people, being expected to give up all that I am for other people to consume, and I don’t know, I just have to leave to remind myself that I am worth more than that” God it was the first time he had ever said that out loud, but once he did it felt like a weight had been lifted.

“And people always feel like they know the real you, but they don’t, not really, and there are some people you are willing to be consumed by, but not everyone” you finished his thought for him, thinking back to your own situation.

How did you understand him so well? What had he truly done in all his life to deserve even a fraction of the attention you were giving him?

 “And who are you willing to be consumed by?” it was a two-fold question, genuinely curious to know who was important enough to you and a silent plea behind it hoping he was.

“You”

And that was enough for Pierre. His original plan be damned, you could ruin him for all he cared, and he would forever be thankful he was a changed man.

The small gasp he heard come from you as he kissed you was music to his ears and the look you gave him that prompted him to the bedroom was enough to make him crumble.

The rest of the nights activities enough to kill Pierre and make him thank God that he allowed him the sweetest death he could ever have imagined. He was yours from this moment on and watching you drift off to sleep as you lay on his chest he knew he was yours forever, letting sleep take him comfortably with you finally in his arms.

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Pierre hadn’t expected to wake up alone, the loss of your warmth already too noticeable to him considering you had only spent a single night together.

He got up and made his way to the longue, expecting to see you sitting there, waiting for him with a cup of coffee, as your mornings had become, the perfect domesticity.

You weren’t there, and suddenly Pierre felt an ache in bis chest, moving through the entire Chalet, praying you were still there, that you hadn’t just disappeared on him.

Every ounce of hope he had was dashed as he saw your bags that had been packed the night before were gone and there, taped to the front door was a note.

‘Dear Pierre.

I am so sorry. You deserve more than this, and lord knows I will regret leaving you for the rest of my life, but as always, I am a coward, and I don’t think I would have survived saying goodbye to the man who has consumed me wholly and entirely.

Thank you for letting me love you, even for the briefest of times.

-yours.’

Pierre felt the tears begin to well in his eyes, the salt stinging slightly. He knew that there was no other option than this and truly he understood why you had done it but as much as you had allowed him to consume you, you had done the same to him.

Pierre didn’t know what else to do.

“Hey mate. Are you crying? Are you okay?”

Charles hadn’t expected to see a crying Pierre on the other side of the call so early in the morning, immediately panicked for his friend.

“She’s gone”

#pierre gasly #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #charles leclerc #f1 x reader #pierre gasly x you #formula one x reader #f1 x you #Pierre Gasly X Reader

[readyandnot]

REDACTED YOU LEGEND

OH MY GOD-

FIRST OF ALL- WE LOVE A VOLLEYBALL GAME WITH THE TWO, love the little sunscreen moment lmao

“this was different” YOU ALREADY KNOW

YESSSSSS DAMIEN HAS FELT THIS WAY BEFORE THE GAMES!!!!THATS SO SICK

when damien said “fuck” as huxley went into the kitchen I FELT THAT

HUXLEY IS SO SWEET WITH HIM OMFG

damien making me cry with his confession :((

DAMIEN DESERVES ALL THE LOVE LIKE HUX SAID

“i have walls too”- HUXLEY MAN WHY

literally both of them are so relatable-

damien having feelings but never it being the right time until one day it’s like fuck- and HONESTY IS IMPORTANT: the idea of not being perfect and therefore thinking you’re not worth good things is so fucking relatable

huxley being more open but still having walls and boundaries is also so relatable- he isn’t perfect either but he embraces that and wants to give the people he loves the same validation and love he wants as well

NOW- HOLY FUCK

the kissing!!!! it’s so sweet, they literally fit so well together

“you’re lips are soft, yours too” YOUR HONOR THEYRE SO CUTE AND IN LOVE

“i’ve imagined things that this body can do- fantasized”

MAAAAAAAAN DAMIEN

DAMIEN TAKING A LEAD YET AGAIN I LOVE IT

“as i get on my knees”- i would too GOD DAMN

we love BODY WORSHIP

huxleys SOUNDS MAKING ME ACT UP

(to those of you who have patreon: i’m envious but hope to join you lucky people soon)

this is the best one so far because not only is it canon, it’s a big fucking deal, it has a confession that’s reciprocated with two of my fav characters THIS IS THE PERFECT AUDIO FOR ME-

who’s next- geordi i feel sorry that you have to follow up this. but i’m sure it’ll be great (maybe idk i’m in love with this audio lmao)

moral of the story: i love redacted, i love damien and huxley, and IM GOING TO HELL

#redacted asmr #redacted damien #redacted huxley

[mattreactsto]

- Little Athena is kinda sassy

- Young Athena Mom isn’t so bad

- Aww. Athena’s parents are so cute

- All white room. With a kid? Really? There have been spills as long as there are kids. Whatever. Their cleaning bill. Not mine.

- Oh fuck off Beatrice.

- This episode is gonna be something.

- Mmmm. Framing everything point it to Athena’s dad. He didn’t do it. Bet it was the other guy. (…can you widen that criteria? It isn’t vague enough)

- Athena…don’t jump up Bobby’s ass. Unless he’s into pegging.

- I love the old cars.

- The cops are idiots

- Why wouldn’t they have dusted for finger prints on the window? How long have they done that? (1902 in the US for the record)

- Bobby is like that…annoying cricket guy. From Pinocchio. Jimminy Cracker. (Cricket. Holy shit I can’t breathe. Jimminy Cracker. Fuck.)

- Joanne has a gun.

- Now Bobby has the gun.

- Why do I have a feeling Joanne did NOT tell the cops this.

- You couldn’t have climbed out of your bedroom, could you. (My room was on the second floor. So no. Fall to my death dearheart)

- Tanya would have grown up to give everyone a run for their money.

- The killer is one of the kids. And given that Junior is the only named person in the scene…I bet it was him.

- Uh oh.

- That’s…wow those police are dumbfucks.

- Athena…you’re out of your jurisdiction

- Right. Fictional show.

- I really hope the actor playing Samuel didn’t gag on those props.

- Reggie Sr. had something to do with it.

- Bobby is gonna get hurt isn’t he.

- Junior. Junior did it.

- Oh for fuck sakes. Victim blaming.

- Oh. No. No no no. No. Fuck. Junior. Molester. Gross. Fuck. No. No fuck no gross

- Oh Athena’s pissed off look. She’s going to make Junior wish he’d never existed.

- God this is just brutal. The actors, especially the little girl playing Tanya, giving 150% to their performances.

- Are those oranges? (I almost put my face through the glass table beside me on that one.)

- You shoulda turned your shit head of a son in.

- This is sick. Like. Tastefully done. But. Oh I hate stories like these that have kids. They did it respectfully.

- Okay. I need something to get my mind off this. Mindhunters?

- (Fuck my life. My brain. My husband. My thinking parts hurt.)

#matt reacts #the devil you know

[professoraurabolt]

Hi my very dear and lovely friend @cherubimeyes asked me to answer every single question to the Layton meme, yes all 40 of them, so umm, basically, I die. (yes i'm tagging you because look look look look look l-) Putting under a read more because, you know.

Oh and uh, obvious spoilers for like, every game

1) Who is your favourite character?

Luke, it's Luke, always has been always will be, he's just a boy and I love him so so so so so so so much. He's just so silly he makes me so happy anytime I see him, he’s literally just a 13 year old boy and he’s my son :')

2) What’s your favourite game?

Hate this question, hate it because there's things about every PL game that are my favourite and I genuinely love every entry in the series. Though if you made me pick, it'd say either Lost Future or Spectre's Call, I can't choose between those two at all so you have to take that as my answer hehe.

3) What’s your favourite soundtrack?

Lost future hands DOOOWN, they went so hard on the OST for this one like it's insane, like so many of the songs on that soundtrack are so memorable and they stand out so well I jUST AAAA. 

Plus the main theme makes me cry every time I hear it is so good. I love all the Layton main themes tbh they always fuck so hard lol but Lost Futures one is just the best to me its so all over the place but in such a good way.

4) What’s your favourite puzzle?

Ummmmmm I can't remember tbh, even more of an excuse to go play every layton game again lol. I do like sliding/jigsaw puzzles so anything along those lines would be one of my favourites!

The Alchemist Lab from MM’s and AL’s daily puzzles are a big favourite of mine! 

5) What’s your favourite setting? (Misthallery, Monte d’Or, etc…)

I really fucking love Misthallery, like just the vibe for it is so good to me, mainly because it really does come off like a weird English town that's you'd just stumbled upon while exploring. Plus it's so….Misty..

6) What outfit of Luke’s is your favourite?

Gonna go with the OG trilogy on this one, sorry I just think his jumper is cute, I do love his other outfits though they're such a look. So hyped to see what his new outfit is going to be but I already love it!!!

7) What’s your favourite cutscene?

Maaaaaaaan there’s so many that stand out it’s hard for me to pick one!!! Any scene with Claire, all the fight scenes, the ferris wheel scene, the one where Luke gets fucking kidnapped and just screams for like a whole minute, any scene with Randal, the little cutscene where Arouras getting her new outfits (why was she Irish btw?), the ending to PL vs AA. They’re all so good to me and I love them all so much, insane. 

8 ) What’s your favourite end credits song?

Azran Legacy's, I know AL isn't everyone's favourite because of how the story is but come oONNN THE END CREDIT SONG IS SUCH A GUT PUNCH, especially with the original Japanese lyrics to it!!! Genuinely sad they never dubbed over the end credit songs with lyrics because holy shit all the songs hit different with vocals added, I love you saxophone but you will never be a vocalist.

9) What’s your favourite minigame?

The tea mini game, I love giving those two the most rancid tea possible and watching them cry over it. I am really just a 5 year old making "potions" for people to consume and get sick from. Over favourite is the hotel mini game, I always feel super bad if i can’t get them both a bed before their first night at St Mystere but I love hearing them bitch and complain about their room layouts so much, Luke gets two beds just as a treat. :)

10) What’s your favourite animal/pet? (The bunny from MM, the parrot from UF, etc, etc.)

I love the bunny minigame but honestly the parrot, for the sole reason that you can name it My Dick and have Clive say "just sit back, and watch My Dick work its magic", like that is never not funny and if you say otherwise you're lying.

11) Do you have a favourite quote? If yes, what is it?

“Isn’t that odd, I find that odd! Doland, do you find that odd?” - Professor Layton

It is, in fact, odd.

12) If you could have a spinoff game about one character, who would you choose and what would the game be about?

Still holding out for that Luke solo American game, or just any Luke solo game, I know there was a mini one for Pandora's Box but I want a full game, send him out into the world to solve mysteries please he’ll love it.

I’ll also take an Flora, Emmy, or even Randal solo game, though I have no fuckin idea what kind of game. You think I could get a Randal farming simulator game??? Please???

13) If you could meet any character’s voice actor and have them say something to you as their character, who would you choose and what would you have them say?

I really wanna meet Luke's UK voice actor and ask her to say "Professor, have you heard of the hit new game Among us? Pretty Sus innit", I don't care how much money I have to pay for it, no price is high enough.

14) If you could punch one character in the face, who would it be?

Bill Hawks, I hate the government and I still want that bitch dead.

15) Would you change how any of the games are executed? If yes,what would you change?

The only one I'd change would be Azran Legacy, all I’d really do is just make the story more fixed/linier instead of giving the choice to the player, I just found it made the game feel a lot shorter than it is.

16) Did you enjoy PL-vs-PW?

YES YES YES I FUCKING DID SO MUCH, Mainly because this game gave me Darklaw and I don't talk about her nearly as much as I should, she takes up so much space in my brain. 

I do suck at court cases so the ace Attorney parts were a bit challenging but other than that, it's a good game and I love it a lot teehee

17) Do you have any headcanons? If yes, what?

I do not, aside from like small things that I really can’t think of off the top of my head I got nothing, I’m sure if you sat me down and asked me to think hard enough i’d come up with one but my mind goes blank when i’m put on the spot lol

18) Did you cry at any games? If yes, what ones)

Yes, all of them, every single one, there is no exception. PL games just hit me in the emotions too much and make me so and cry and throw up everywhere.

19) Do you prefer the 2D art or the 3D art?

Gotta say 2D, no hate to the 3D style because I do actually like it, but not everyone translates well over to 3D, especially with how most of the Layton characters look.

That being said, hopefully they’ve improved a lot for the new game, but man I do think the push to make every game 3D is… not a good one lol.

20) How many times have you played your favourite game?

Ohhhhhh man idk, I replay the whole series like every year or so but it's been a while so I don't remember. Definitely more than once, I think I replayed Lost Future as soon as I completed it the first time because there’s something wrong with me.

21) Do you cosplay any characters? If yes, who? If no, would you like to? Who would you choose?

I used to cosplay as Luke a lot back when I was younger, haven't done it since because you know, I got other things to cosplay, but I could probably pull off his look a lot better now than I did then, my hairs actually short now. I would need to but everything again because despite not growing since I was 10, I have outgrown his old costume, still got the hat somewhere though hah!

22) Do you have any merchandise? If yes, what? If no, would you like any? What would you get?

I don’t have a lot but that’s just from me not going out to get it! I have the Eternal Diva Luke plush who’s one of my oldest plushes and I love him so much!!! Other than that, I have the Fangamer Curious Village t-shit which I wear whenever it’s clean, and I have a bunch of fan merch too! I just try and pick up PL stuff whenever I can but I definitely want to get into collecting more of it!

23) Has the series had an impact on your life?

Um??? Yes??? You think playing a video game at the age of 11 wouldn't??? This game has impacted me in ways I can't describe and helped spark my love for art and storytelling and creativity, so without it I wouldn't be nearly half the person I am today, it's hard for me to articulate exactly how, but trust me it has and I am so grateful for it.

24) When did you first discover the series?

I got Lost Future advertised to me in 2010, I don’t think i’d heard of the game series before, I wasn’t as chronically online as I am now so back then TV ads really did work on me lmao

25) How old were you when you first discovered the series?

I was about 11 or so, you know, a crucial age to have media influence your entire life.

26) How did you discover the series?

Again, it got advertised to me, so I asked to get Lost Future for christmas and my life has been a downward spiral ever since lmao

27) Will you play Layton 7?

Oh man you can tell this meme is old lmao

I can't even remember what Layton 7 was originally going to be??? Like I know it ended up being Kat's game but I know it was planned to be something before that, but I seriously can't remember what it was. But umm yes I will play layton 7, I'm one of those annoying fans that will play anything in a series regardless of its quality.

28) Do you have any ideas that could easily be future games?

I can’t think, they’re literally making a new one and I have no idea what it could be at this point, so they can throw whatever they want at me at this point and i’ll take it.

29) Did you enjoy Mystery Room?

Honestly, I never played it. I know I should and I probably will at one point, but I didn't have a smartphone when it was released so I kinda missed out on the hype for it unfortunately, again I might play it now but yea we’ll see, Alfred is a whole mood dhdjbwhd

30) If you could tell one character something, who would it be and what would you say?

I’d say to Clive that he had the right idea but a giant mobile fortress wasn’t the brightest idea, if he had the money to build a giant robot toy, he could’ve just exploded parliament instead. Think smarter Clive, also have fun rotting in prison, hope you stay there.

31) Did you enjoy Eternal Diva?

I LOVE ETERNAL DIVA SO MUCH!!! It’s such a Layton movie, like it's the perfect video game movie to me!!! it's just, so Layton. Everyone I've ever met has been subjected to this movie at some point in their life, it’s like important research in order to understand what’s up with me. If I'm friends with someone who hasn’t seen it yet, don’t worry, you soon will.

32) What was the saddest moment/s in the games for you?

Literally all the endings??? That’s why I keep crying like a bitch over all of them.

Though Luke leaving to go to America will never not make me cry, like just the whole set up for it as well as the end cutscene just, god that sucks so much wAA. Also any mention from Luke about his family makes me sad too, like both in Specters Call and PL vs AA, I don’t know why I just find it sad, boy deserves so much better than what happened to him in Specters Call like come OOON, Weird kids deserve so much love.

Oh also, the reunion scene in PL vs AA wasn’t sad but it still made me cry, so mad it never got turned into a cutscene.

33) Have you met people as a result of playing the games?

YES! MANY! A good chunk of my early online friends were from our shared interest in Layton! Even today I will happily bond with someone over this game and I am always happy to introduce people to it, it’s just such an amazing series that I really can’t praise enough. Hey you, dear mutual, if you’re reading this and you’re a Layton fan and you’ve never talked to me, you’re already my friend now because you have amazing taste in video games. 

34) Do you want more games or do you think the series has run its course and is fine as it is?

OK SO, I ANSWERED THIS QUESTION A WHILE AGO AND ORIGINALLY I SAID NO, BUT THAT WAS BEFORE FEBRUARY 8TH 2023. I am bouncing off the walls and eating the furniture and kicking and screaming for a new layton game. I am so interested as to how this new one will play out but I am so HYPED for it and I’m so glad it doesn’t look to be going in the direction I was fearing it would go in if they made a new Layton game!!!

35) What Layton meme did you enjoy the most? (Clive and the snails? Desmond’s bread hair?)

Regret to inform you that I’ve been a Layton fan since 2010/11, so umm… I’m 42 years old, and uhh… baseball, if you even care. No attatchment to the source material it’s lost on me now, those quotes are just burned into my head from being 12 years old.

But I do 100% love Clive and snails, he’s so wrong by the way and I would put snails on him in a heartbeat. 

36) Has a moment in the games ever scared you?

I used to be really scared at the fact that everyone in St Mystere were robots, like that just unnerved me so much, but that was 100% from me being scared of robots at the time I first played it, I’m better now but it still weirds me out a bit lol

Other than that, can’t really think of anything, anytime they all get 

37) What’s the wackiest NPC you have ever seen?

All of them, LEVEL-5 just knows how to make insane looking characters that will kill you, I know a good chunk of them haven’t aged well but you know, not much I can do about that.

As for the wackiest, literally all the kids in Mistalery, there;s something so up with all of them I don't wanna go there ever.

38) Do you ship any characters? If yes, what are your ships?

Outside of any canon/canon implied ships, not really??? I never got into PL shipping it was just never for me, though I will admit that Ranlay is very fucking good and I appreciate it a lot. But yea I’m kinda more interested in all the found family stuff that goes on in PL games more than anything else!

39) Are you going to buy this art book when it comes out in November?

The original post for this meme is deleted so I can’t even check when this meme was posted. But umm, no I guess, if they do a new artbook for the new game then yes I will get it, no questions asked

40) Can you play any of the soundtracks on a musical instrument? If yes, what instrument and what soundtrack(s)? If no, would you like to learn? What ones would you like to be able to play?

I cannot play an instrument because I spent all my time learning how to sing instead, and I can’t even sing any of the layton songs because they’re all in Japanese and I don’t KNOW Japanese. Maybe if I ever learn one day then yea i’ll learn to play the ending credits.

#AURA SHUT UP #professor layton #ok well. um anyway. screaming and crying and throwing up everywhere still

[afr0-thunder]

[Poor Chronicles Pt. 37]

Topics: Baby Mommas and their Types/Work (“Off Days”)/Photography/Girls/Read, Reply or Delivered (RRD)/Shopping/Work (Personal Image)/Weed/Football

I’m so sick of one of my future baby mommas. I had replied to her story, telling her, that her ass was ugly. I was not lying, bitch. You are so fucking ugly. You and your little gremlin ass boyfriend. She fucking left me on read. What a bitch? I hate her ass. Imagine your bitches…in bed…with some *triple disrespectful African American explicatives*. Now I COULD do something about this (for her), HOWEVER…I’m not stepping out of bed for a bitch, an *African American explicative* or anybody else. Y’all bitches are hopping out [*sparkles* ~ for me ~ *sparkles*]. I’m sure one day this feeling will be owned by them, but that’s not hitting. Retaliation does not soothe over being in bed with my bitch and and her wasting your time and money does not make me less mad about it. How could I let someone get under my skin to the point where I seek revenge though?

Another one. Shared a white influencer’s shirtless picture. Yuck! I asked if that was her type.

These bitches drive me insane.

I was off yesterday, they called me to come in. I intended on taking pictures. Exactly one month from my last photo shoot. I intended on starting a monthly 17th post (and because being 17 was so lit, ironically). Weekly or more, honestly. This foiled my plans. Imagine awakening stiggity-stoned from an hour to two hour long nap to your manager asking if you’re available, an hour ago. I say, “What time?”. I arrive 20 minutes early. My hispanic manager (not the one who says “Nigga”), joked with me about becoming a manager at the other location. I don’t see this for myself, but others do. This will make for 8 straight days of work. Amazing. I will follow this up with a 13 day long vacation. What the fuck am I? In high school? I presume I’ll be called in or a shift may arise. I hope not. I can use this time to take those pictures. It is rather piercing outside though.

I was asked to visit my regular location today. I was asked to work with the most flirtatious bitch alive (manager) and the tall girl. We’ll be calling her Horndawg, not only due to her last name, but feeling, although concealed, she LOVES to get off. Every time I see her I wonder when she’ll stop flirting with the world.

Horndawg, on the other hand…is there a name for sexual attraction based on scent? I damn near lose track of time when in arms reach of this bitch. I wanted to ask her if she was 5’8 or 5’9. Our coworkers watch us very aggressively, it’s almost dead silent, so I throw in a few interactions. I think they think the height thing is “cute”. Otherwise I would tip the manager off to how she had me fucked up. Also, presumably homosexual for a wage. Other than that every time we get too close, I want to kiss on this bitch’s neck and I think she wants to put a hickey on mine. It’s a very aggressive feeling. I asked her a question. Not only did she almost pop a blood vessel in her eye trying to respond, but she gave me the “Hey Daddy” eyes. She’s tall, but not taller than I. Also, I assumed she was a student…she is still around currently, this thickens the plot. A local? Anyway, in 2016, I told my friend (married woman who I said isn’t taking our relationship seriously) that my dream woman has to be the baddest bitch…with the FATTEST ass. She has to be so bad, I’d eat her ass. This is her, I’d spit right in her butt.

I replied to this one girl’s story. Pushed my last DM right through. Said she had gorilla grip coochie (not verbatim, how the fuck would I know), I never considered this likely. She just might be the perfect bitch, if so. She liked it. She frequents Chicago, so this would be fun. She fucked this other guy I used to be friends with. I don’t have any doubts. I just want to prove his dick game is terrible. This bitch’s ass is fat from the FRONT. Commented on this asian girl from high school’s post (wholesome). Never really thought she was cute, but now I want her squirting all over my dick. Outrageous. I’ve been going crazy about some asian pussy lately. Like I want her to look REAL asian, like straight out of a 90’s movie.

Shopping! Oh shopping. I decided I would give hoodies a run (if there’s good enough options). I have quite a few newer clothing options that are for colder weather, but I may empty stock quickly. Either hoodies or plain tee shirts next, but hoodies are limited due to color theme. Tees are even more limited for designs due to there being none and the only option being repetition in colors. Which is what I wanted to do anyway.

I see nice clothing and accessories for my whores. Feels like it’s their style, but this is designer drip baby. Chicago only rocks designer, bitch.

My former favorite coworker got a neck tattoo. I said I’d avoid getting mine to remain professional and the other one would be a terrible marketing strategy.

I may have to slow down on the weed (unfortunately). I am seeing a problem in my ways. He has now missed *$180 of my money. Even though he sold me thorns, last. I may use this for my hoodies. I may just starve and smoke less weed. That wouldn’t save so I may just stop smoking. To be determined.

- MH (2023)

[12/18/2023 - 8:00PM]

Go Lamar Jackson, Lions could beat any NFC team except the Eagles. 49ers could lose to the Cowboys. Eagles over everyone. Texans making a push without CJ Stroud.

Ravens to Super Bowl

#3 Texas to CFP Championship #GoHorns … side note thought this content creator I followed was delusional rooting for them…but then they washed Alabama. They haven’t been good since like fucking Vince Young in ‘07. I’m rooting for the 2016 “Juju On That Beat” Texas Longhorn to make a comeback now.

#personal #poor chronicles #poor #poverty #life #lesson #life lesson #life lessons #guidance #struggle #chicago #2023 #LilMark #PUNKAssMark #afr0-thunder

[calypso-finale]

Hundred Three. Part 2

Tianna and her thoughts, I really could have just stayed in the UK but here I am in New York and decided to catch up with a few people while I was here, I might as well make the most of it but it’s funny how my parents are there now I am here, when I go back they will be gone so we will miss each other, that is so annoying to me. I needed to be in the UK with the whole drama thing, what can I do really “look Lillian, I had to come to New York because my sister asked me to be, she needed me, and I came. But I will be back, I know how sensitive Halle is but I am not going to deal with her blaming Oakley, that has to stop because it isn’t his fault” I pointed out, I am not having that shit because he did nothing wrong “I know I mentioned it, I said that he didn’t do anything wrong. What if he used your home as a fuck pad with another girl, are you not going to tell Rylee. She went quiet, I think she is just upset Rylee, I don’t think she meant any of it. I just want her to gather herself but guess what” rolling my eyes, Lillian and I are on facetime currently. She is keeping me updated with this Halle business “Wyge has been there for her, like a bad smell. They are in a hotel currently, I said look you need to tell Colin. I feel so awkward because Colin came over to see Diji and I am just staring at him like what the fuck, she has to tell him. And I goes look the baby thing, keep it. If you both want each other that much then what the fuck, why are you both acting like this is a dirty secret, it’s love? I am so confused; I feel bad for Colin too. She is ok though but dumb” I sighed out “I will be back soon, I will see her, but she needs to take blame, and I won’t have this ruining things really for me and Oakley. We are just getting along but I feel this thing has made him a little quiet. But maybe he is busy, just keep me updated Lillian, I will be back, and we can then like meet up with Halle, actually. I am leaving tomorrow so I will see you then. I have so much shit going on, I have this stupid meeting thing, with Fenty may I add” Lillian gasped “you didn’t want to be with Fenty” I waved her off “long story, I will update you when I am back” I laughed.

I thought I would see Ti before I go, the door opened slowly “oh welcome” Taylan said “hey” I smiled “I bought champagne not for me but because you both cooked for me” he let out an oh “I don’t drink anymore so yeah, enjoy” passing him the bottle “aww thank you, it’s all for Ti I guess, I don’t drink either” walking into his apartment “much cleaner then last time, scattered with grown men” he chuckled “one in particular can’t stop talking about you” I cringed “Ti” I smiled at her “she actually came, you know how my sister be like. She says she will and then she doesn’t” we hugged each other “I wasn’t going to not come” she thought I wouldn’t come, of course I would “I am glad to see you smiling” I said in her ear “I know, it’s a relief” she said back, moving back from the hug “you ladies sit, I got this” walking off to the living room “I just seen mom and dad on Instagram with Aziel, they are in Scotland on this train” I giggled “I know right, they said we are spending time with him but it’s cute. I love those pictures, like it seems he is happy with them both. They like telling me I am keeping him away, they see him. Just they don’t spend time with him but how happy is my baby, I love that picture of mom and him, I feel there isn’t many pictures of them together unlike dad, he has every post” sitting down “I was thinking now, he is going to start school Rylee, what you going to do? You have a few months left and in September he starts” I cringed “I feel a little sick, I mean my child in school. To say that alone makes me sick, he is going to grow up so quick now. I feel I will be having to only go to places on school holidays only now, and it’s a shame. Oakley is so strict on me, he said I am not having no home school shit, you know if I take him out. So we agreed that someone will remain in London if we do so yeah, we are working on logistics” shaking my head.

I cooed out “this is a mocktail” Taylan said “for me? You can make that, let me find out you got bar staff here, that is amazing” he did that “thank you, I used to work in a bar too. Anything else?” he asked “no, thank you though” he walked off “that is so sweet, you training him?” Ti laughed out “kind of, when I see him. I think he missed me that is why. He has been so loving towards me and he has been clingy a little. I admitted that I assumed he was cheating, and he said he don’t have time for that, with his team going towards winning, you know the Superbowl thing, he said I ain’t got time. I don’t care for other, when have I seen him out. He is wary with going out with the team after the drinking thing so yeah, my bad” she laughed “but you both good?” she nodded her head “I am happy, he is happy so what more do I need and want but I just think we need to make time, equally. He said about moving back and I said not right now, I feel that distance is working but I was being stupid, and he agreed. I think he felt power with me, and I was like no, so I am glad I moved out. He has calmed down, the thing is. Taylan is good but he has an issue with losing his temper now and then, and I said to him you can’t do that. Look Taylan is a handsome man, so cheating would be easy for him, but I believe he isn’t, I really don’t” nodding my head “he does have a temper, I have seen a change in him, meaning he doesn’t say things like he used. I mean we haven’t sat together yet” I laughed “oh he has time” Ti cringed “well I think he is calmer though, there was a time I wouldn’t stand him, I couldn’t come here openly. So I can put my hands up and say he has changed, for the good and for you” I pointed.

I am impressed by the cooking “so this was just purely you?” I asked “yes me, see I get bored and if you see the books. They are cooking books, I am learning. When I am at home I get bored, but I am not bored enough to go out with the boys, so I have learnt to bake and cook and stuff” that is cute “look at you, house husband. You going to turn house husband once you win the Superbowl” he is laughing “maybe, possibly. But like it’s a skill I needed to learn, so why not now. And I have been getting compliments, Ti is proud. She can’t cook” I shook my head “I couldn’t either, it was Oakley at the time that knew how to cook but it’s because of Debbie, why would we need to cook but I can now. One day I will invite you both” smiling at Ti “her one day means never” she knows me well “I mean, I said one day” I shrugged “you made the impression on Jaire you know; he can’t stop thinking about you” I pulled a face “stop it, I only smiled at him, and he couldn’t stop talking” that is so weird “I mean ask Tianna, he was like oh your sister. I can make her head turn, she is single. Ti goes you don’t know my sister; she is a hard girl, and you will have to be on your knees. He said I will, have you seen the ass on her, and Ti got mad, and then he apologised and then Ti said don’t bother, leave her alone. Then I said don’t, but he thinks he has a chance. I rate him for trying” I am stumped “I never gave him anything, he isn’t ugly. He is good looking but no, I mean why” I shrugged “so you still have your eyes set on Oakley?” Taylan asked “erm, we are you know, just talking and things” I shrugged “so yeah” nodding my head slowly “honestly, I have done too much for him to not want me so would I entertain another when I am trying to gain him back, no. If he openly said no to me then maybe but, he brings me the peace I need. And I am scared of other men” I admitted “sorry” he apologised “no like us men, like what happened. I get it” Taylan said “yeah so like if he said no, then I would be like maybe but that would be because he is friends with you so it would be on your head but men, they scare me in a way. I feel that fear because intentions are never to make me happy as a person, it’s always wow, you have big ass, like he did. I just want a guy to not look through me and I get that with Oakley, but I did a lot to him” now I feel sad “sorry, I didn’t mean to make this sad. Sorry” I waved him off smiling “it’s ok, you have changed a lot. The cocky guy I first met, to now and I admit that, and you did that for Tianna” Ti is smiling so hard right now “I had a chip on my shoulder, but like I saw Ti and I always liked her. I was just dumb” least he is admitting it.

Taylan took the plates with him “don’t be sad” Ti said “oh I am not sad, I am just you know” I shrugged “he has been so quiet and I don’t know if it’s because mom may have scared him but I don’t know, I think it’s a thing with us where we are in between on a road to I don’t know but like we had sex and now it’s dead, so yeah” I laughed “he does that a lot doesn’t he, he used to do that before and I told you to not give in with sex. Look Rylee, I think maybe you need to both lay it on with what you want and if it is that then go to couples therapy or just talk about what happened, I think it needs to be aired because he has to feel a type of way seeing you. Can he even trust you? Like we need to be realistic here, he saw you have sex with another man. I mean clearly you both can have sex, it happened but it’s just not normal to not speak on it. What was he like, I mean I don’t want to know details but like I mean to have sex, what happened? Who led who?” she asked “erm, we was on the bus and like we been sexting a little and stuff, when we got to the room. He laid it on me and then he stopped, like randomly and he just said I missed you but then I felt like he paused midway and like he remembered some shit so I continued it. But then at the hotel, we did it he” I paused “we had sex but he enjoyed more when I faced away from him, but then on the bus we did it facing each other” Ti cringed “maybe there is an issue there, with you. I mean like he saw you have sex with another” I swallowed hard “he also put his hand over my mouth when I said his name” Taylan came back “I hope you like this pie, I am sorry it’s shit” I laughed “oh no, don’t be. It looks fine” bless him “Taylan, can I ask. Hypothetically speaking, if you saw a video of me doing something with another man but I said your name during that process, it was filmed. How would that make you feel?” she asked him “I would hate you for it, but then for you to say my name with another man. That would throw me off too, but my hate would be there, why? Who you fucking” she laughed “my fingers, now go” I don’t know what to do “I don’t think he hates you but the essence of what happened is there, be careful” nodding my head.

My sister wants me to stay over here, I don’t know why but she feels I am too sad to go alone but I don’t want to stay here. But to see Taylan so different, he is so calm about things, I love to see it for them. They are in the kitchen cleaning, so I am facetiming Diji “sister, I am playing Fifa. What the hell?” he said, “paused my game too, what the hell you calling me?” he is shocked “I need a advice, from a man that is from around the same ends, be truthful with me too. You know everything that has happened right?” I asked “oh with you and old boy, yeah, yeah. What happened sister, speak to brother” he makes me laugh “where is Lillian?” he kisses his teeth “she is fuck knows, I think she said about fucking. Being with Halle, but yeah somewhere” he laughed “where you at? Come over” shaking my head “in New York but erm, you know every detail and you my friend. I just want to know what to do. With him seeing that video, and everything I done, like would you forgive. If that was Lillian, would you?” he stared at me, then sighed out “man, it’s hard you know. I think homeboy is stuck in a way, like on the road guys be clowning can’t lie. Ear on the ground they saying he is a clown for everything to happen to him, to let it happen to him too. I think from what I know of him, he doesn’t care about it but to see that, that would fuck me up. I rather not see it, like I love Lillian but to have that notion of another man being with her, on top of her” he cringed, I closed my eyes “we had sex though, but he was for it then he backed away, then I pushed it. But the second time he faced me away, not thinking anything of it. Now he won’t message me, it’s gone dead like he does” Diji looked at me in sadness “his mind sister, it’s probably a mess. To you it’s like it’s fine but he is probably feeling a lot, give it time” I want this to work so bad “I don’t know what to do” I said to myself “time is a great healer” Diji said “why would I have sex with him” I said to myself “I don’t think you should feel negative about it, he probably felt a type of way in the moment” maybe I am doing too, my head is a mess.

I think Robyn and I have caused a lot of drama in Scotland by just walking around, we are trying to be normal people with Aziel and just have fun with him, he really enjoyed the train ride here, I think it must have been his first time, then he fell asleep. Now he’s excited about deep sea world “who would have thought this would turn into a babysitting trip” Robyn is so rude “how rude” I said to her “I’m joking, I adore him. Maybe we should have bought Emi?” She suggested a little too late “it’s like they both could grow up together, but we have kind of let them grow up apart” she has a point “but all Aziel does is slap her” Robyn scoffed “he’s so naughty towards her” walking to the entrance “and who do we have here?” The guy asked “papa” Aziel ran to me “hey, tell him your name” I said, the guy looked a little shocked “tell him your name” now Aziel wants to be shy “Aziel” he said in a whisper “what a beautiful name, shall we take a picture of you before you enter your journey” walking over to the green screen “come” I said to him standing next to Robyn “I would say grandparents but you both look so fantastic” I laughed out “thank you bro” Robyn and I held Aziel hand “one, two, three. Smile” he took the picture “can you make sure you post that up once they get there, don’t want fans picking it up” our bodyguard said to him “of course, enjoy” Aziel ran off ahead “fishy!” The kid runs off too quickly “we should have bought Emi you know” come to think of it, we are dumb because they could have hung out together, I think we just left so abruptly too and left it to Amerie. I am sure Emi will forgive us; she has dumb parents.

“Wow” Aziel said seeing the sharks go by “this shit makes me feel weird, like what if that motherfucker just breaks the glass and comes at us?” Robyn shushed me “stop swearing, there is kids around” she got a point “big papa, look” he pointed “I know right, and it will eat you” I tickled him “stop” he giggled “you want to move on?” I asked, but he is just busy staring at the shark “I am going to leave you here so he can eat you” I walked off “he won’t care, look at him stood there without a care” walking over to Robyn smirking “I can’t believe we offered to keep him overnight” I gasped “don’t be doing my guy like that, not like we always have him. That is what I am saying, I rather have had them in America but it’s hard. We don’t see him in months sometimes” turning around and at the same time Aziel is looking and he laughed looking away “cheeky, checking to see we are here still” he is something else “I really don’t like him being around with the grown boys, this is why I agreed. The boys don’t know how to take care of him, he is mimicking them too. With that lollipop stick, he pretending to smoke, it’s just not good but we can’t say anything about the parenting can we” shaking my head “he will be starting school, so he won’t be in that environment, Oakley is too free with him. I have said it to him one time” I get Robyn concern “just not good, they are being boys but he is a child. The music too, but I will stay out of it Chris” Robyn said but I don’t think this is the last of it with her, she always got more to say.

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Finally Mine-Part 2*

Pairing: Andy Barber x Plus Size Reader

Summary: Is Andy lying about being divorced?

Note: I have so many directions I want to take this story and hoping I can combine all my ideas! I hope you guys like it!🥰

Warnings🛑: soft!dark!andy, manipulative relationship, obsessive/possessive behaviors, dark behaviors, toxic relationship, infidelity, mild violence, smut(unprotected sex, breeding kink, noncon/dubcon aspects, coercion, overstim, spanking)

Part 1 Part 3

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Make sure to read the warnings since this is a dark series, I’m not responsible for your media consumption.

You woke up the next morning incredibly sore, Andy had gone at you what seemed like the entire night…

The man had stamina, he’d woken you up so many times throughout the night, but damn it felt so good. Maybe it had to do with you both being so touch starved you couldn’t keep your hands away from each other, or Andy wanted to fulfill his sick plan. Guilt sat deep in your belly, and you wondered if Andy really meant about being divorced from Laurie.

“You’re thinkin’ awful hard over there honey,” Andy hummed, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek.

“I have to get to work.” you dismissed, unsuccessfully prying yourself away from him.

“Little one, tell me what’s wrong.” he murmured, nuzzling his nose along your neck.

“Please Andy, don’t you have to go to the office?” you huffed, hoping to distract him.

Andy rolled on top of you, situating himself between your legs, and leaning all his weight on you so there was no chance of escaping. You glared at him so fiercely he almost laughed at how cute you looked.

“I do have to go to the office, but neither of us are going anywhere until you tell me what’s wrong.” he said as he leaned close enough so your lips ghosted together.

“I just don’t see how you can be divorced in one day, isn’t there like paperwork and lots of back and forth between lawyers?” you asked, hating how easily you gave in.

“Well that would be the case if I wasn’t me.” he smirked, tracing his tongue over your lips.

You gasped, the action so erotic it sent a pulsing heat everywhere, igniting a fire deep in your belly. Andy took that moment to finally kiss you, his hips slightly grinding into yours.

“Andy-work,” you moaned, but he paid no mind as he twirled his tongue with yours.

You entered your office on wobbly legs, gingerly sitting on a pillow you'd brought along. The soreness between your legs was almost unbearable, but at the same time you relished in the fact that Andy lost himself with you. Everything he said last night swirled around in your brain, clouding your thoughts with an eerie feeling.

You and Andy had been eyeing each other for years, but now it just felt so wrong to think he might be yours. You still weren’t sure if you believed him about the divorce, something about the way he said it made you wonder if he was just deceiving you.

“Hey boss, we’re out of juice for the kids' lunches today and I don’t have time to run and get some.” your thoughts were interrupted by one of your staff members.

“They shorted us on our truck, I’ll have to run out and get some. Don’t worry, I'll take care of it.” you smiled kindly at the worried employee.

“Thanks boss, you’re the best.” they grinned, running back to the youth center.

Packing up your things, there was a text message from Andy.

Andy Barber: I’m picking up some takeout for dinner tonight my love, can’t wait to see you😘

Your heart leaped, staring at the message for longer than you should have. Did you leave him on read? What the fuck were you supposed to reply to that?

Andy Barber: When I talk to you I expect a response.

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, but he was calling in the next second.

“So you think it’s cute to leave me on read?” he asked immediately.

“You didn’t even give me a chance to answer, I’m at work.” you sassed, gulping when you heard him growling.

“When I text you, you respond. Is that clear?” he hissed, pissing you off by the second.

“I’ll answer when I want to!” you huffed, hanging up before he could respond.

You were going to regret that you were sure, but right now, you didn’t care. Stomping out of the building, you sped to the nearest grocery store to pick up what you needed. Andy was blowing up your phone to the point you had to mute his notifications, he’d even left you voicemails. A tremble flew down your spine at the thought of what he might do to you when he came to your house, if he still did.

Laying the last thing you needed in your cart, you spotted a familiar face right next to you. There, not even five feet away from you, was Laurie. She was on the phone thankfully, not noticing your deer in the headlights look you gave her. However, you quickly noticed the shiny diamond that still adorned her ring finger.

You knew it, that bastard was lying.

“I know Cindy, he said he’s working late again tonight. Maybe I should get a lingerie set, spice things up a little.” she giggled, bile rising up in your throat.

“He’s been acting really weird lately, he doesn’t want to have normal sex anymore. That is, if we do, it’s been months.” she sighed, inspecting the aisle in front of her.

“He’s wanting to do more um…kinky stuff and I’m just not into it and he gets mad at me.” she scoffed, you weren’t sure how much more you could take as she went into more details about their sex life.

“He’s been going to the rec center a lot, I’ve been tracking his locations.” she said, making your eyes go even wider.

You quickly sprinted out after paying, taking the juice to the youth side before running back to your office. Thankfully your tears stayed in until after you shut the door.

What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?

You still hadn’t responded to Andy by the time your shift ended, surely steaming in his big office. Like he had a right to when he was lying to your face, you could still see Laurie and her shiny diamond in your mind. Shaking your head, you tried to continue your work. A few more emails and you were finally done for the day, a big glass of wine or two sounded amazing.

When you arrived home however, you spotted his car. Your throat tightened when you pulled into your driveway, panicking when you saw him getting out of his car. You tried to move quickly, rushing up the steps to your door.

“Little one,” he growled as he followed you, getting closer by the second.

“Leave,” you spat, shoving your key in the door and moving to slam it in his face.

He somehow managed to fit his large body in before you got it closed, forcing his way in.

“Andy!” you screeched, stomping your foot like a child.

“You think you can just ignore me all fucking day? Huh?!” he shouted, bending down so you two were almost nose to nose.

“Fuck you Andy!” you yelled, shoving his chest with all your might.

Andy felt enraged that his little one was acting like this after being so sweet last night, he had been worried about you all day when you hung up on him. When he felt you push at him again, he used his strength to his advantage by hauling you over his shoulder. Your protests were loud as you struggled against him while he walked to your bedroom.

“You big oaf put me down! You’re such an asshole Andy Barber!” you raged, squealing when his hand landed a loud smack to your ass.

“You’re being awful naughty honey, think it’s time for a lesson.” Andy hummed, tossing you on your bed.

You were quick to scramble to your feet, not letting him have his way this time.

“At least I’m not a fucking liar!” you growled as you tried to go around him, but he easily blocked your way.

“I haven’t lied to you little one.” he said calmly, afraid you would fall from your constant back and forth on your bed.

“I saw her today Andy! She was talking about you and your sex life how she wanted to spice things up, she-she even had her ring on!” you revealed, Andy’s brows scrunching.

“Baby-” he tried, but was interrupted when you tried to jump off the bed to get away from him.

He easily caught you, manhandling you down to the floor where he plopped himself on top of you. Your hands swung as you tried to hit him, tears rolling down your cheeks. Andy kept his voice calm, pleading with you to calm down.

“Baby please stop, honey let me talk, I love you please.” he murmured, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head.

You screamed in frustration, bucking your hips in attempts to throw him off.

“Get off me you asshole! You made me fall for you and-and betrayed me!” you sobbed, squirming your body under his.

“Little one, it’s all a misunderstanding. Laurie is crazy, she still thinks we’re one big happy family when the truth is we haven’t slept in the same room for over a year.” he explained, a pained whimper leaving your lips.

“Likely story.” you grumbled, looking away from him.

Your exposed neck invited Andy to lay gentle kisses to the soft skin, purring how beautiful his little one is in your ear. A moan almost escaped, but you were adamant on trying to resist him.

“I would never lie to my girl, I love you. My wifey.” he hummed, keeping one hand held to your wrist while the other felt down your body.

“No-” you whimpered, shoving your body away from his touch to no avail.

His kisses descended to the tops of your breasts, licking his way down your cleavage. With his free hand, he shoved your leggings down before freeing himself from his jeans.

“Andy stop-” you sobbed out, but when you saw his rock hard cock, your mind went foggy.

“Shhh little one, I’ll take care of you.” he hushed you as he speared his cock into your opening.

A choked moan left your lips, your back arching off the floor. Andy groaned as your pussy squeezed around him, stretching to allow him in. Once he bottomed out, he intertwined his fingers with yours, held them above your head, and fucked the life out of you.

The soreness you'd felt earlier seemed to only add to your pleasure, making you sick to your stomach. You hated this control he had over you, over your body. However, you couldn’t deny how absolutely phenomenal he fucked you, it was like nothing you’ve ever experienced before.

“Got nothing to say now honey?” Andy taunted, panting slightly as he wildly thrusted into your gspot.

“Don’t stop,” you whined, shuddering as he chuckled darkly.

“My little one so dumb for my cock this is all I have to do to get you to behave? Stuff you full hmmm?” he grunted, his hips ramming into yours so hard you could feel new bruises coming.

“Fuck!” you squealed as your orgasm flew over you, your legs shaking from the aftershocks.

“I hope you don’t think we’re stopping anytime soon.” Andy growled, abusing your overstimulated pussy with his ginormous cock.

He went at your for hours, endless orgasms one after the other. By the time he was done, the doorbell was ringing. Andy managed to pull some pants on and retrieve your dinner, leaving you a mess on the floor.

You curled into a little ball on the floor, your skin tingling with pleasure shocks. Andy quickly came back in, scooping you into his arms.

“Time for some dinner baby, get your energy up for more fun.” he winked, but your body was thoroughly exhausted.

“No more,” you whispered, clinging to him as he sat on your couch.

He wrapped you in a fuzzy blanket you had on the back of your couch, nuzzling his nose to yours. You pouted, leaning further into him. Andy sweetly kissed your lips, cuddling up while he opened your dinner.

The two of you ate while watching a random movie you'd found on Netflix, and for the first time you felt so comfortable and enjoyed his company while he made lame dad jokes. Your belly was hurting from laughing so much. You also couldn’t help to steal some kisses every now and then which sometimes led to lazy makeouts.

After showering, you snuggled in Andy’s big arms, his hands running gently up and down your back. You’d never felt so content, despite what happened earlier. It was like none of that mattered now, because in the end you were still in the arms of the man you were in love with.

“I love you too Andy,” you said with a gentle kiss to his bearded jaw.

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[miekasa]

Mie, I’m begging for some Jean college au bf hcs - im literally so down bad for this man and the way you write men is just 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻

Absolutely, not a problem 😌 I saved this ask as a draft a while ago when you sent it, sorry for just now getting to it. Anyway, I love Jean with my whole heart, best boy, best boyfriend <33

King of forehead kisses, and not even just because of his height in comparison to yours; he just likes it. He likes the feeling of pressing his lips against your skin, and making you feel safe.

Brings you tea or coffee however you like it every day without fail. If he can get it to you in the morning before work/school then he’ll do that, if not he’ll meet you some time in the middle of the day to drop it off. Your own personal courier just for drinks.

He… has a thing for long(er) nails. He loves the feeling of them against his skin, even if you’re not scratching to apply pressure—just you holding his hand them grazing his skin is enough for him.

That being said, he will pay for you to get your nails done. Actually, he’ll pay for… almost anything you want, but the nails benefit him as much as they do you so feel free to ball out.

He never blowdries his hair because he doesn’t... know how to do the back of it. You did it for him once and he hasn’t stopped thinking about it since, but he’s also too embarrassed to ask you to do/style it again.

On the subject of hair, he does do his best to style it and take care of it, but he’s a sucker whenever you play with it. Sometimes he feigns like you’re messing up all his hard work, but he’ll literally crane his head into your touch. He loves it. 

The first time he lays on top of you and you run your hands through his hair... top 10 most euphoric moments of his life. He tries to fight off the sleep threatening to take over him, but it’s futile. Give it 15 minutes at most before he’s knocked out like a baby. 

Dogs love him. Anytime you’re in a park or just taking a walk and there’s a dog around, it’ll come up to him and he looks adorable leaning down to pet it. He loves dogs, too! So he’s always happy to stop and pet them. He’d be a 10/10 dog dad. 

Has your name saved in his phone with two hearts at the end. Do not point it out.

Loves taking pictures together and if you guys are on a date, he’ll ask someone to get a picture for him. He just likes having them to look back on (and to send to his mom, later).

He doesn’t mind painting classes or videos or tutorials, but he hates paint by numbers kits. He claims that they have no sense of color theory and that it takes the originality and fun out of painting. Not to mention the quality of the paints isn’t great to begin with; all of which he takes very seriously.

It’s pretty cute actually, to see him get worked up over the paint kits. He claims that painting and drawing isn’t even something he takes “that seriously,” it’s just a hobby for him (one he’s insanely good at); but in moments like these, you can tell that he’s way more into art and art theory and history than he lets on. 

Huge movie guy, from animated movies to martial arts movies, Jean is usually willingly to give anything a watch at least once. When he’s high, he can go on about his favorite directors and art styles and movie details for hours if you don’t stop him. It’s super cute. Just don’t bring up Moana, because he’ll start crying. 

Arm around the shoulder kind of boyfriend for sure. It’s a casual way of keeping you near him and letting everyone know that you guys are together. Plus it allows for him to easily pull you into him for a quick forehead kiss when needed.

Listen. If you hug his arm, he’s on cloud nine. He tries to be nonchalant about it but he’s about three seconds away from his eyes rolling back in his head it feels that good to him. Bonus if you lean your head on his bicep a little—then he’s a goner.

He takes his bagels very seriously and believes that both you and him deserve nothing but the best quality bagels. He’ll grumble if a bakery gives you guys a less than favorable one and make a note that taking the long route to get to his favorite place is much more worth it.

Always makes you walk on the side furthest from the cars. If he notices you’re not, he’ll just shuffle behind you until he’s shouldering the street and you’re on the inside. 

He grew up on a kind of modern ranch situation; not exactly all the way in the countryside, but not isolate from the city, either. Because of this, he knows how to ride horses, take care of smaller farm animals, tend to plants, and yes he knows how to use a lasso. You wouldn’t know any of that though, because he never ever talks about it. The only way you find out is when he takes you to visit his mom’s house for the first time, and she asks him for a hand around the place. 

(He’s got a cowboy hat, too, but refuses to put it on. He got it when he was, like, nine, okay, leave him alone). 

When he thinks you look tired, he’ll wrap his arms around your shoulders to hug you. It’s usually followed up with a kiss to your head, and a promise that you guys will go home soon and get food on the way. 

He’s a really good cook. He just understands and flavors and pairings really well, so he doesn’t need a recipe to make something that tastes good; he just kind of knows what to add to get the balance he’s looking for. 

Naturally, he’ll cook for you. Especially if he finds out that you haven’t eaten all day/in a long time. He doesn’t care if it’s 11pm and it might seem excessive to make steak and potatoes with a side salad at this hour, he’s gonna do it to make sure you eat, and you are going to sit there and watch. 

He also bakes pretty well, though he isn’t as experimental with his baking as he is with his cooking. He usually sticks to what he knows, and it’s not cupcakes and brownies and cakes; he’s better at croissants, and cheesecakes, and canelés. 

Dating Jean means getting along with his friends. If you guys didn’t know each other before you started dating, be prepared to be ambushed by Connie and Sasha (after Jean stops hiding you away and gives them the green light lmfao). Neither of them waste time with the small talk and formalities; straight into mini golfing and beer pong. They make you feel welcome right away.

Sasha always teases that you’re too good for Jean, and that she might just steal you away for herself some day. Sasha is also Jean’s main confidant, so she really knows just how much he loves you, and yeah, she teases him for being lovesick, but really she’s happy for Jean. And proud of him for facing his feelings like this. 

Connie adores you, and you know he trusts you when he starts going to you for advice/help. Could be anything from schoolwork, to what color he should get his new shoes in. He’s also the one who, surprisingly, you have the sentimental talks with about your relationship with Jean. It’s easy to overlook, but Connie loves Jean, and he’s come to love you too; he just wants you both to be happy, so he’s there to listen when you need it. 

Jean waits outside of your classroom after you’ve had a test or presentation, usually with a drink or a snack, or the promise of taking you out as a treat. Always tells you he’s proud of you, and is there to comfort you if you think you didn’t do too well. 

He does not shut up about whatever major you’re in. It could be the same as his; it could be the complete opposite as his. He thinks it’s so sick that you’re doing it, you make it look cooler, you make it look better, and he’s certain you’re the smartest person in your program. 

He’s pretty serious about his studies, too, so he’s always down to study with you in the library whenever you’re both free. More often than not, he shows up after you, usually with food or extra chargers. He greets you with a kiss on the forehead, and asks you how you are while massaging your shoulders gently. If it’s been a while since you took a break, that’s the first item on the list, after that, he gets to work and stays with you until you’re ready to go, even if he doesn’t have as much work to do. 

He always sits across from you. This goes for when you’re in the library, or out to eat at a restaurant; Jean loves sitting across from you. He gets to see your face the best that way, and he adores looking into your eyes when you talk. 

He’s not... not a morning person. He’s not up at 6am ready to grind, but he wakes up before noon; let’s say 10am is his happy medium. That being said, if you wake up before him, regardless of the time, there’s a 9/10 chance he’ll lay on your back and tell you to hush so you guys can sleep for 10 more minutes. 

If you’re (close) friends with Eren, Mikasa, and Armin, Jean is... happy you’ve got people to rely on, but, “Of all people on the planet, you put your trust in Jaeger?” He acts so bitter (because he is), but deep down inside, he’s glad you have Eren to rely on if you need to. 

(Also, you have to humble him and remind him that he and Eren aren’t all that different. If you like him, why wouldn’t you get along with Eren, bye). 

Turns out though, that it’s not Eren who threatens to beat him up if he breaks your heart. It’s not even Mikasa, although, her threat goes without saying; it’s Armin he’s terrified of.

The last time Armin hated someone, it was this guy in your program, who happened to share a few mutual classes with him, too. Jean never knew the full story, just that he’s pretty sure that kid dropped out the following semester. 

If you have a job on campus, Jean usually doesn’t show up while you’re working (knowing how embarrassed he would be if you did that to him), unless you work the night shift and it’s dead. Connie, however, does show up; usually in some kind of crisis (“Please help me, I don’t know what the fuck APA formatting is and this is due tonight, please, please, please!!”). Your coworkers actually thought Connie was your boyfriend for a minute. That’s when Jean starts showing up more lmfao.

He makes it a point to go on a scheduled, night out, kind of date at least twice a month. He knows life gets busy with school and work and midterms, but he always makes sure you both set side a time to take a well-deserved break and be with each other. 

He’s the romantic type, so these dates are pretty swoon worthy, too. Drive-in movies, nice dinners, classy art exhibits, Jean plans it all. On that note, he really likes planning dates; he just doesn’t like talking about them with his friends beforehand. 

All in all, very romantic, very precious boyfriend. He’s always thinking about you, what you need, and how he can help you out. You’re one of his main priorities, and he just wants to treat you right. 

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