#why are the mcdonalds always nearby?

[youjustgotlawyered]

When you join a new gym and it’s right next to McDonald’s:

#about me #working on my fitness #the universe said: be fat bitch #why are the mcdonalds always nearby? #like a shark circling wounded prey #succession #logan roy #tw: weight #weight loss #diet and weight loss #gym #I’m actually going swimming

[mechaknight-98]

Instinctive insight (NSFW) FT Chaehyun

Authors note: I am unsure of a preface so here goes. Chaehyun buys a zoo where the narrator (you) work and hijnks ensue

PartII

Sexual chemistry is a weird thing. First, you're minding your business as a zookeeper when the new owner comes in and next thing you know you have her folded like a pretzel calling you daddy as she takes a hot load into her pussy then the next thing you know you're helping said new boss run the zoo better like the two of you didn't just fuck each other brains out. Oh shit… I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start from the beginning

As I worked on next week’s schedule at the zoo, my coworker and friend, Zahir, strolled in with an air of excitement.

“Hey, Dino. Heard about the new boss?” he asked, brimming with curiosity.

“Yeah, I heard she's the new owner, taking over from Old McDonald,” I replied, my tone neutral.

“E I E I Oh,” Zahir quipped, a familiar inside joke that never failed to elicit a chuckle.

Curiosity piqued, I inquired, “What's the new boss like?”

“She's a Korean girl, a former idol,” Zahir revealed.

“Really? That's unexpected,” I remarked, raising an eyebrow in surprise.

“Yeah, quite the change. She's due to arrive in an hour or two. You're probably the best bet to understand her. Could you stay to interpret?” Zahir requested, his eyes hopeful.

“Hmm, I'm not sure. I was planning to spend time with Tony today. Haven't had the chance since the promotion,” I explained, feeling torn.

“Fair enough. But what about Alucard?” Zahir countered.

“Alucard's always my priority at the start of each shift, given his popularity,” I assured him.

“True, he's practically your trademark here. By the way, did you get taller?” Zahir teased, noticing a change.

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn't,” I replied cryptically, leaving the question unanswered.

After successfully arranging for Zahir to cover Marie’s shift next Thursday, I completed the schedule. With that task done, I made my way to Tony’s enclosure, treading cautiously as always.

“Hey buddy, sorry I haven't been around. How are you?” I greeted him, though his silence conveyed more than words ever could.

His gaze, concealed beneath armored scales, seemed to communicate, “You always make sure to take care of Alucard.”

“Well, he may be popular, but I'm here now, aren't I?” I replied, preparing his food.

His head tilted inquisitively, silently questioning my sincerity.

“Yeah, really,” I affirmed.

Now, you might be wondering why I'm conversing with a Magnamalo. It all goes back to my early days at Old McDonald's Zoo. Each hire was entrusted with caring for an egg and a baby animal. I was given Tony, and over the years, we formed an unbreakable bond.

Currently, Tony is undergoing his transformation into a scorned Magnamalo in preparation for finding a mate. This meant heightened aggression and physical changes.

After spending a couple of hours with Tony, I sat on a nearby rock, feeling a sense of tranquility despite his imposing presence. As I finished up and secured the enclosure, a voice startled me.

“So, you're the illustrious Dinovaldo,” the voice said, catching me off guard. I turned to find a young Korean woman standing before me, likely the new boss. Surprisingly young, perhaps even younger than me, she exuded confidence beyond her years. Her round face framed by soft brown eyes and shoulder-length hair added to her allure.

Normally, I'm a sucker for a pretty face, but inexplicably, a surge of unfamiliar emotions washed over me, leading me to behave rudely. “I didn't expect you to be dressed so... casually,” I retorted, though her attire was perfectly appropriate.

She smirked, seemingly relishing the tension, and took a step closer. “For someone known for thoughtfulness and consideration, you're quite the jerk,” she remarked, her voice tinged with amusement.

I matched her proximity, a malicious smile playing on my lips as I felt a strange tension building between us. “Maybe if you weren't such an eyesore, it wouldn't be an issue,” I snapped, though secretly acknowledging her undeniable attractiveness.

“Well, what are you going to do about it, Daddy?” she challenged, our closeness heightening the tension until we both yielded to other, more primal feelings, breaking the touch barrier simultaneously. We found each other in a fiery kiss that consumed us both. My hands found themselves wrapped around her midriff and as my fingers sank into her soft flesh she moaned into the kiss. We broke it and all of the animosity we shared mutated into a virulent lust and desire. Wordlessly we go to a nearby employee shack used for helping the animals give birth and continue pursuing our bodies’ desires. I kiss her again and she melts into the kiss. I run my hands through her hair. The softness of her midriff pushes me to continue my exploration of her body. I slid my arms down to her ass, I grab her right leg and lift it as she wraps it around my waist

“How forward. I love it Daddy!” the woman says. I smile at her. Her eyes scream encouragement for me to continue so I do. I unbuckle my pants and pull my erect dick out.

“You are so soft I'm going to call you Marshmallow,” I say as I fiddle with her skirt before moving her panties to the side and plunging my sex into hers.

“Oh god yes Daddy,” Marshmallow says Euphoric. I was going to move until she said.

“No, give me a second to adjust,” Marshmallow says panting. While waiting I go back into kissing her which Marshmallow greedily accepts. She smells like a wildfire and it drives me wild. When the need for oxygen overrides our need to breed we break the kiss again. “Okay go,” Marshmallow says and I take off. I begin to pull out but her vagina sucks me in further. It's perfectly accommodating and welcoming. As barely get halfway out Marshmallow screams

“Ram it back in Daddy!” being the good daddy I was. I give her what she wants. She moans as her pussy sucks me in almost vacuum tight. Her nails dig into my neck as I thrust and a puddle of our combined juices lay beneath us as we continue. I look into her eyes and we see each other in a new light.

I cup her sizable bust as I whisper into her ear, “Do you want to cum?” Marshmallow nods

“Are you close?” I ask and am answered with another nod. I pick up the pace and begin to play with her clit. Marshmallow moans I feel her other leg wrap around me I smile into another kiss as the heat between us intensifies.

“Does daddy like my pussy?” Marshmallow said as her voice hitched

“Yes, I love the way it sucks me in as it never wants me to leave,” I say to a euphoric Marshmallow

“Well, it's true I don't want you to leave my pussy. I could duck this perfect cock all day and night.” Marshmallow moaned.

“God you're so hot,” I say to her breathless. “This soft body is perfect,” I say.

Marshmallow’s walls tighten and I realize she likes the body appreciation. So I try something to push her over the edge. I continue my thrusts in and out of Marshmallow as I begin praising her body like crazy.

“I love this tummy it's so soft and pillow. I just want to hug you and keep you close forever. These tits divine the perfect size to grope and squeeze.” I moan into her ear. I hear Marshmallow scream before she reaches her release. Her pussy becomes unbearable tight and forces mine

“Cum with me. Cum in me.” Marshmallow moans. Her words send me fully over the edge and I fall into the abyss with her. I shoot string after string of hot semen into her fertile pussy and she seemingly milks me for more and more as her orgasm intensifies. As our gazes lock, a strange sensation envelops me, stirring within like a tempest. We hold each other's stare, the air crackling with an inexplicable intensity. A wave of possessiveness washes over me, consuming my senses, and I can sense the same emotion reflected in her eyes, a silent acknowledgment. We are bonded and no one else would satisfy us.

After our copulation, We stand there, our intense gaze softened by the passage of time, yet the undercurrent of possessiveness only seems to strengthen. Eventually, we settle into new seats, and Marshmallow finds her way onto my lap.

“So, Marshmallow, huh?” she remarks playfully.

“Yeah, what about it?” I respond with equal playfulness.

“I like it, but my name is Chaehyun,” she reveals.

“Noted. I'll make an effort to use your real name in public,” I promise.

“Why hide your affection behind a nickname?” she teases.

“Not ashamed, just protecting our little secret,” I assure her, my fingers gently tracing through her hair.

“It's too late for secrecy now, Daddy,” she teases back.

“So, does this mean we're officially together?” I ask a hint of confusion in my tone.

“I think we are past that. I mean you did just cum what feels like a gallon in me.” Marshmallow teases

“Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I have no idea what came over me.” I apologize

“You're fine. If I didn't want it, I would've stopped you. Besides, it was reassuring because I felt a surge of emotions when meeting you too,” Marshmallow says, her tone adorable.

“Okay. So, what's next? Because I'm technically off the clock. Should we grab lunch?” I inquired, my mind swirling with conflicting feelings.

Marshmallow beams. “I'd love to,” she replies gratefully. I nod, but then the reality of the situation hits me.

I begin to scramble around the room. “Wait, let me tidy up first,” I insist, hastily organizing everything and dusting Marshmallow off. I can sense her smile as she watches me work. Once finished, I turn to her.

“Why does it look better than when we came in?” Marshmallow remarks with a smile, perching herself on a table, her feet dangling adorably.

“I know how it's supposed to look, and I know how to make it that way, no matter what,” I explain. Marshmallow nods before gracefully sliding off the table with my assistance.

“What a gentleman,” she teases.

“Well, I try,” I respond, eliciting another smile from Marshmallow.

We slip out of the zoo unnoticed and head to a nearby steakhouse. We get seated and order our drinks. Marshmallow’s hand slips into mine and fits perfectly as we continue to feel each other out.

“So, I heard you raised the Zoo’s only male Magnamalo from birth,” Marshmallow brings up as we settle in our seats and receive our drinks. I nod.

“Yeah, Tony and I have been together since I was 16 when Old McDonald hired me.”

“So, you've been at the zoo for 10 years,” Marshmallow concludes, smiling warmly at me. Our drinks arrive, and Marshmallow's face lights up even more after taking her first sip, mirroring my own enjoyment. As she sets her drink down, her expression shifts to one of intense focus.

“You know, Old McDonald…” Marshmallow begins.

“E I E I Oh,” I interject, prompting a chuckle from Marshmallow.

“What was that?” Marshmallow asks, amusement evident in her tone.

“Just a reflex from an old inside joke,” I reply, feeling slightly embarrassed.

Marshmallow squeezes my hand, her touch radiating tenderness and care, melting away my defenses. I can't help but smile goofily in response.

“As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted,” Marshmallow teases, her eyes sparkling with affection. I playfully kiss her cheek, earning a happy smile in return. “The previous zoo owner relied on you for almost everything. Can I?” she continues, her eyes bright with curiosity.

“Sure, but first, I have some requests,” I respond.

“Oh, and what might those be?” Marshmallow inquires.

“Well, I know you're not just a former K-pop idol but also a renowned megafauna researcher with an impressive list of achievements. While I may not have the same level of expertise, I've raised or helped raise almost all the animals in the zoo, especially our big-ticket boy, Alucard.”

“Another one of your naming conventions?” Marshmallow teases with a smirk. I nod before continuing.

“I need you to trust my expertise with them, and please refrain from belittling me or flaunting your credentials. Given how our bodies reacted today, I'm not sure what might happen if things become confrontational. I'm open to constructive discussion, but if it turns into a challenge, I'll stand my ground firmly,” I explain, adopting a serious tone to convey the gravity of my request.

Marshmallow's smile widens. “You understand!” she exclaims excitedly, leaving me momentarily puzzled.

“Understand what?” I inquire.

#kpop fanfic #male reader #fanfic #kep1er #kep1er smut #chaehyun smut #chaehyun #kep1er chaehyun

[saltofmercury]

A König x reader where the reader gives off scary dog privilege.

Like at a McDonald’s, König will stand behind them, even if he’s like a MOUNTAIN compared to the reader and the reader will be like “HE asked for no pickles >:(“

Idk think it would be cute if the reader would help König out in social situations where he would be uncomfortable.

If König doesn’t feel like talking the reader redirects the conversation to themselves so König can just listen.

Pairing: König x reader

Summary: König feels better after meeting you.

"We"

He didn’t date. Dating was exhausting, humiliating, and daunting for König. A series of awkward silences followed by stupid questions, that seemed to be in constant loop.

“What do you do?”

“Where are you from?

“Why are you so quiet?

He was always too quiet, too shy, for women. Too soft, too detached with men. It’s like he couldn’t be perfect for either.

It was worse when he thought they were having a good time and König, already filled with nerves and anxiety, had ordered his meal wrong.

“Why didn’t you ask to have it without mushrooms?”

“Why don’t you ask them if that's not what you ordered?”

As if it were easy. They looked at him with stupidity like he couldn’t just do it.

Second + third dates were then followed by 

“I’m not asking them to switch it, that's your meal.”

“You’re a big boy, use your voice.”

Small jabs towards him because of his height and build, that he wished he could just push himself to do it but he didn’t want to add an extra burden to the waiter or crew in the back.

“It’s fine, I'll eat it.”

Later coming to realize at the end of the date that he wasn’t for “them.”

“It’s not me, it’s you, I just don’t see it working out.”

Until he met you.

You weren’t looking for anything, as a matter of fact you just wanted to decompress from the day, have a small get together with new and old friends, but lots of things changed that day. 

As you went around introducing yourselves, König said hi, but didn’t really put much input into the group. He seemed to be making himself smaller, fading away behind the group of people. He seemed uncomfortable.

You approached him— A small shiver from his side, mentally preparing himself knowing the lines of—

“WHY aren’t you talking?”

“How tall are you?”

“Why aren’t you drinking?”

“Why are you so quiet?”

However it wasn’t like that at all. You did most of the talking. Just asked for small input from him. He was so taken back by how comfortable you made him. You made talking to new people easy and by the end of the night it was you asking him on a second date. 

He nodded, dumbfounded. “A second date?”

A small shiver again, maybe this time it was different?

*

The second date, at some small diner nearby, you take the lead on talking again. You think it was perhaps due to your nerves, you had become a chatterbox.

“So why the military?”

“Uh— personal choice.”

Small silence as you chewed on the appetizer in front of you. You wide eyed, trying to not say 

“Well that explains the haircut.” so instead you said,

“Must be lots of traveling huh?” You continued, listing places you wanted to visit and asking if he had ever been there.

Relief pooled inside him. What was your motive behind this?

When it was time to place the order, König’s nerves had bundled inside of him again that he forgot to mention “no black olives.”

His dish was placed in front of him.

He looked concerned, like he was in for a long night of picking them off his meal, then bombarding him with questions of “why didn’t you just ask?”

You saw the concern on his face.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yeah.”

“Why aren’t you digging in?”

“Ah… I said no olives but it’s no big deal.”

It was a big deal and you called the waitress over.

“I’m sorry we said no olives”

“Oh! I’m sorry!” The waitress flushed and ran away with the plate.

“Here” you said, so calm, “you can have some of mine while we wait.”

How effortless you did it. How were you so good at this?

“I hate when I do that. I can’t have cilantro because it tastes like soap.” You laughed and continued to pick at french fries in front of him.

God you were adorable.

He was sure he wasn’t going to see you again, thinking that maybe you thought he couldn’t speak up for himself, or the conversation ran too dry.

You however kept pushing yourself in, being his voice when he couldn’t speak.

“We said—

‘No olives’ 

‘No pickles’

‘This isn’t what we ordered’

Relief washing over him that you took it upon yourself when he had made the mistake ordering.

How you used “we” as opposed to “he” and he really liked that you didn’t single him out. He could melt. Was there finally someone who could lessen the burden of his anxiety?

Dinner dates went from bi-weekly to weekly. Then it was just easy. It was a no-brainer being with you. 

You never once thought he was too shy, or too quiet, too soft, or too detached. You didn’t question things between you two, you just took the lead in conversations with people, often checking in with König for a small part in it. You knew the right amount to get out of him.

You took the burden of first time conversations. You had started ordering for the two of you, knowing what he liked and didn’t like. König felt lighter, felt better that someone was here for him and opposed to him. 

#könig x reader #könig mw2 #könig imagine #könig cod #könig #ask #small drabble #könig x you

[cazzyf1]

Quotes about the 1982 Drivers Strike that I found funny/interesting (from a pdf of a book I accidentally downloaded)

So, if you haven't seen from my Twitter stream this morning when trying to research something about Niki Lauda for a friend, I came across a pdf link. Thinking it would just be a small article potentially with the answer I was looking for, I downloaded it. I did not notice the fact that it was 154 pages... to my surprise; it turned out to be a whole book about the 1982 season, specifically focusing on Keke Rosberg.

I've read through the chapter about the driver's strike and taken down some quotes that I found interesting. There isn't a lot of detail into what they all got up to that isn't already known, but there is a lot of useful information. Hope you enjoy :)

'You might imagine all this was just like every season, but 1982 was already very different. The Rat, you see, had smelt a rat.'

'Herr Andres Nikolaus Lauda of Vienna had furtive eyes which didn't miss much and a suspicious mind. On 24th December 1981, he sniffed the form from Paris the postman had just delivered and didn't like it at all.'

'The form was the product of events in 1981 when Prost, making his debut in Grand Prix racing with Mclaren, became convinced the car was not safe and refused to drive for the team again regardless of the fact he had a contract to do so. Prost told Teddy Mayer that, if necessary, he would simply walk away from motor sport altogether. Renault approached Prost, he joined them, and Mayer (by training a lawyer) discovered how problematic the law was if you tried to prevent someone from gaining their livelihood. The super licence form represented an attempt to prevent such situation recurring.'

'Lauda claims Pironi made phone calls and was able to prevent 'most of the other drivers' from signing, but in fact 24 did, leaving six refuseniks: Pironi himself, Lauda of course, Villeneuve - who had seen something similar in Canadian ice hockey and didn't like it - Arnoux, Giacomelli, and de Cesaris'

'I was just listening because Didier Pironi did all the talking,' Lauda would say. 'Didier completely unemotional. The important thing was to keep on talking.'

'At 7:00 on the Thursday morning a bus, arranged by GPDA secretary Trevor Rowe, drew up not far from the paddock entrance with Pironi and Lauda in it. Most of the drivers stayed at the nearby Kyalami Ranch Hotel and they'd be arriving early for a GPDA meeting before the hour-long practice session at 10:20. As each arrived they were invited to park their cars and get onto the bus. Mass didn't show up (He's always late' someone said) and Ickx refused. In fact, Mass had been staying with friends of his South African-born wife and so had been out of touch. He knew nothing about the bus but it wouldn't have made any difference.'

'The drivers were, as Lauda recounts is, going for a drive. With Lauda hanging out of the back waving, the bus set off, but as it left the bottom gate of the circuit John McDonald of the March team tried to block it. Laffite and some other drivers got out and pushed McDonald's car clear. Then the bus proceeded to the scenic route to Johannesburg some 15 miles away pursued by 'a whole convoy' of TV cameras, journalists and photographers. The bus went to the Sunnyside Park Hotel in the suburbs. It offered full amenities including a swimming pool.'

'At 10:19 the track opened for practice. The race organisers threatened to impound the cars if the race didn't happen and Ecclestone threatened the drivers that they would be sued for recompense if the cars were impounded. Throughout, Ecclestone adopted a hard line and at one point, in a remarkable interview questioned the value of drivers, "Nobody came up to me at Kyalami and asked where Jones or Andretti were. Already they're not missed. Why should any of the rest of them be missed? If it had suited Carlos not to come back, he wouldn't have given a stuff about F1 now, or whether the crowds came now or didn't. He couldn't give a dam if it suited him not to turn up. In the same way it suited Niki to walk out in the middle of a race. I think he said at the time 'I'm leaving because of policies, I just want to be a racing driver.' If you analyse it, the drivers just don't make any sense."'

'Pironi arrived from the circuit and explained that if they didn't return and drive immediately, they faced life bans. There seems to have been a distinctive mood at the hotel with very real concerns about what they were doing 'camouflaged by high jinks and laughter.' Lauda knew that the older drivers understood what the consequences might be. Ecclestone had already fired Piquet and Patrese. Lauda realised how difficult it was for the young drivers, facing the reaction of their sponsors. Lauda concluded that maintaining solidarity was crucial. Each driver had a great deal to lose.'

'At the Kyalami Ranch, during dinner, drivers' wives and girlfriends threw bread rolls and plates at Balestre.'

'The drivers in Hannesburg inhabited the conference room. "We ended up barricaded in it" Warwick says, "You know what was fantastic? I got to know my colleagues for the first time because, being a non-qualifier at the back of the grid, you don't get a chance to speak to the guys at the front. That was good. The other things that were massive when we were in that compound - we were there for 24 hours - was Bruno Giacomelli standing with a chart and dissecting an AK47 machine gun. He drew these magnificent drawings of how to take the gun to bits and so on. It was very, very funny because in the normal Bruno Giacomelli way he was very, very funny anyway. I think it was a big shock for everybody in authority because they thought they could control the drivers but, to be quite honest, I don't know that half of them in the room knew what we were striking for." Lauda kept their spirits up by telling jokes and, a piano brought, Villeneuve played light music and de Angelis classical pieces. "What really blew me away," Warwick says, "was that we had a piano in the room and Elio de Angelis started playing it. Apparently, he could have been a concert pianist and it astonished me - the other talents that some of these guys had. Then Gilles played Scott Joplin.'

'Many remember the performance by de Angelis. "Believe it or not," Derek Daly says, "the most vivid memory I have of being stuck in the hotel was Elio de Angelis playing the piano like a concert pianist. Remarkable. Definitely, definitely that was a gift, a talent of his.' Jarier points out that "it was a big room and Elio de Angelis played classical music and Gilles played. Very sympa. In that era virtually all the drivers stayed in the same hotels - Kyalami Ranch in South America, the Glen Motorhome in Watkins Glen and so on. A formula one team was 15, 20 people. There were far few journalists, far fewer television people and everybody knew each other." In other words, many of the drivers in the big room were not strangers to each other, however much those at the back of the grid had to be. Alex Hawkridge arrived to try and reach Fabi and Warwick. Fabi was easy to reach because, as it seems, he was already staying in the hotel and had his own room. "Teo we didn't threaten as such, we told him he was contracted to drive. He came out and I was able to speak to him. We reminded him he had signed a contract to drive, and the idea of solidarity wouldn't help him if he was without a drive and think where his best interest lay. Elio was playing the piano - astonishing - and I could hear him. He was a proper concert pianist.'

'The room was barricaded. An associate of mine pushed the door open and shouted their names, "Come and talk to us and we'll resolve this" Of course, as happens when you do that, someone pushed the other way and there was a bit of a pushing and shoving session - by a friend of mine called Douglas Norden, who is known to be a little aggressive when challenged. He was nothing to do with the team, just a friend along trying to help and it turned into a bit of a scuffle, the the door shut." Niki and the others saw it as a further restriction on the drivers' power and they wanted to stop it, and that is always the difficulty with change, isn't it? We were to have another example at Imola when the FOCA went on strike against the FIA. Through the history of human struggle there have been instances involving union. Lauda made sure the piano blocked the door so there would be no further scuffles, giving the police reason to enter. Mo Nunn at the Ensign tried to get Guerrero to come out by taking his girlfriend. When they saw each other they dissolved into tears and Lauda allowed him out to see her providing he - Lauda - came too. Jean Sage of Renault tried to get Prost and Arnoux but was beaten off.'

'The drivers ordered a room big enough to put 30 mattresses onto the carpet - that provoked prolonged ribaldry. At 11:00 pm they moved from the conference room to this dormitory and settled down for the night, having worked out an elaborate way of getting to the toilet across the hallway. It was conducted on the honour system with a key on a plate in the middle of the room. Lauda would remember, "I was sharing a bed with Patrese, someone next to Rosberg was snoring until Villeneuve put a blanket over him in the middle of the night, but all the time we stood together." Warwick would remember, "The drivers spent time with me and we spent a lot of time together - I was sleeping with them, exactly, yes! I haven't slept on the same mattress as Carlos Reutemann ever since, mind you..." To which Derek Daly says, "The funny thing is think I was on the other side because I have a picture of me beside Reutemann. I don't know if he snored. I do think he was still dressed in his driver's suit." Pironi said at the time, "We will see it through, FISA had too much to lose to let the Grand Prix be called off. I'm confident they will relent." "We'd had a lot of pressure because you had people like Jackie Oliver and Alex Hawkridge coming to the hotel," Warwick says, "We were threatened with our jobs if you don't get back there and that, of course, if why Fabi crawled out of the toilet window. He was the only one who broke ranks. He did the dirty on me. Everybody said they understood if I had to go back, I was explaining to people like Lauda, 'It's okay for you guys, you're going to have a job , you're some of the best drivers around but I'm the new kid on the block, my team mate's just jumped ship and I am very vulnerable' and every one of them said, 'We guarantee you will not be fired' In other words, if one is fired everyone goes. That gave me a little bit more confidence to stay there."'

'"It wasn't the strike which made me say, I don't want Formula One," Tambay says, "I enjoyed the strike! It was the best time I ever had with all my friends, although it was a very costly reunion with them. WHat I didn't like was Teo Fabi sneaking out behind our backs to try and get back into the car, and what I didn't like was that I knew we had been screwed - they (Balestre & co) had said "Come back out to the circuit and everything's going to be all right" and I knew we were all screwed"'

'And there, grinning broadly (he usually did), stood the strong, square figure of Brian Henton - available for selection as of this second, Jackie Oliver gave Henton the Tambay drive, but that morning, Henton became embroiled in a tug-of-war between the arrows management and Herr Lauda. Arrows 'were bollocking me saying "Get in the car" and all the rest of it' Henton remembers, 'And I am just about to go out for practice and they needed my signature on their petition. I'd got the team shouting in one ear "Get in that car and get out there" and, just as I am sitting Niki Lauda - who been massaging me all the time and I'd been saying "No, no, no" - rushes up with this petition, he 'hit' me at the right time, "Just sign this, sign it, sign it" I thought I only want to get out onto the track.'

'Lauda records how, throughout the weekend, there had been rumours that once the drivers reached the airport to fly home they would be arrested, although on what grounds it is difficult to say, what happened was quite different. During the race the stewards issued a statement given to each team, saying the drivers Super Licences were being suspended. Three drivers, Fabi, Mass and Henton - were spared: Fabi because he'd gone to the track prepared to drive, Mass because he had driven, and Henton because he got the Arrows drive after Tambay withdrew following the strike. Francis Tucker, steward of the South African Grand Prix, said, "For the purpose of running a race, a temporary truce, was called in the disagreement between the drivers and the officials. The truce lasted until the end of the race. At the end of the race, the truce agreement position was terminated. This means that the position which existed prior to the agreement is effectively reinstated.' The drivers were suspended immediately and each paid 300 Rand to appeal the decision. Fisa said they supported the suspensions and Executive Committee would meet in Paris on the following Thursday, January 27.'

-

And that is all that I took down about the Driver's Strike of 1982. I hope that it was an enjoyable read for everyone!

I feel a bit bad that I accidentally got a free copy of this book, given that the author I've read other books from and it one that I like a lot, and that when looking the book up, it is rather expensive. But these things accidentally happen, and anyone could accidentally look up this exact search on google: Niki Lauda "snored" - and then see the first link that is a pdf of 154 pages titled 1982, which then they could click and get the full copy of the book. These accidents happen. And it is always good to have a virus scanner to check any file you download just in case, my phone seems safe but it's better safe than sorry.

Enjoy :)

#classic f1 #f1 #formula one #formula 1 #vintage f1 #1982 drivers strike

[omg-a-wild-td-fan]

Total Drama Island 2023 Headcanons (Mall Jobs)

Priya is employee of the month every single month at her job, though she switches jobs practically every single month. She’s stellar at her job, whatever it may be, but gets bored doing the same tasks for too long. Especially if she believers there is opportunity for more growth or more challenges at a different job. Her most recent job is working at the Laser Tag Arena and Arcade in the mall, which allows her to both earn money and spend her breaks playing the best laser tag games imaginable. Sometimes she works multiple jobs at once, and can be seen in the Game Stop, the Cinnabon, and the H&M all in the same day.

Millie has an internship at the mall bookstore. They do not offer internships, but she gave a long, drawn-out explanation about why this generation needs to learn the value of working for experience instead of money, and the manager got bored enough to just agree. Instead of working, Millie lurks around the bookstore and judges her peers’ taste in books. 

Ripper has applied at every store in the mall at least once, and has been fired from at least half of the jobs he has tried (the other half he quit about a week in). His longest stints have been at the Game Stop (he got fired for yelling at a five year old girl- accusing her of being a ‘fake fan’ of Pokemon), the Hello Kitty Store (he quit after Chase saw him working the cash register), and the Spencer’s where he is currently on his last warning. If he makes one more dick joke to a customer who’s gone to browse in the back of the store, he’s officially going to be fired.

Damien works with Millie at the bookstore, but he actually gets paid. He keeps his head down at work, trying to avoid the drama that often erupts when a customer gets annoyed that Millie is following them around. He is just there to make money for college. 

Axel only visits the mall to hang out with Nichelle, she gets bored at every store in the place aside from the small hole in the wall shop that sells pocket knives amongst their usual stock of anime figurines and Funko Pops. She does have a notable love for the Cinnabon stall in the food court though.

Chase works at one of the kiosks in the mall that sells sunglasses and shittily made custom printed shirts. Any woman who walks past the kiosk becomes his newest temporary crush, and he constantly stops by Urban Outfitter’s to try to hit on Emma. He makes decent money from his job but is always somehow broke, primarily because he wastes every paycheck on overpriced clothing from the nearby shops that sell Supreme and Gucci merchandise.

Zee actually works nights at the McDonald’s down the street, but visits the mall during the day to hang around the food court with Emma. Occasionally, they’ll help out around the Urban Outfitters and Bowie will pay them in cash, soda, and weed. They also often skip work to hang out with Emma and generally loiter anywhere the vibes are chill enough. 

Scary Girl works at Hot Topic and has about an equal rate of getting customers to spend insane amounts of money versus scaring any customer away by being generally terrifying. She briefly worked at Claires but was fired after using the piercing gun inappropriately. She is not allowed within twenty feet of the Hello Kitty Store.

Caleb applied to work at the Game Stop but was rejected in part because he was considered to not adequately fit their atmosphere, so he instead ended up with a job at the local Abercrombie & Fitch- much to his chagrin. 90% of his job is to simply stand at the cash register by the door and look attractive to entice people in, he only stays at the job because they pay decently. When not at his job he’s browsing the titles at the Game Stop or running to get the high score at every game in the Arcade.

Nichelle got a job at the Hot Dog on a Stick to method act for an upcoming role. She’s trying her best to actually do the job, but all her star-struck co-workers refuse to let her lift a finger. She is incredibly grateful for the few customers that don’t recognize her, because she feels like she is able to live like a normal teenager for those brief moments. 

Julia has applied at the Urban Outfitters hundreds of times, but has been rejected more times than she can count, so she works at Forever 21 instead. She’s nice to her customers’ faces to maximize her commission, but talks shit about them to all of her coworkers once they’re out of earshot. She also talks shit about all of her coworkers to any customer that will listen. 

Bowie is the manager at the Urban Outfitters. He knows all the employee beef and makes sure to draft the schedule in a way that will maximize the amount of drama he gets to witness. He’s a chill, yet stern boss, and he takes his responsibilities very seriously. He only ever calls out once, after a crazy night with Raj, Wayne, Emma, and Nichelle. 

Wayne works at the Sports Authority, and is actually an amazing worker. He’s friendly, helpful, and a great team player. The only downside is that he is such a good team player and so aggressively helpful and kind, that he’s driven sales in the store to a screeching halt. If a customer shows up asking for hockey gear, Wayne immediately pulls out every promo code and coupon available to help them buy everything they need. While very nice and well-liked by the customers, Wayne is one more ‘Unofficial Surprise Free Giveaway’ from being fired. 

Raj works at the Dick’s Sporting Goods across the way from the Sports Authority, and he and Wayne have a friendly competition trying to get customers to come into their stores. However, Raj keeps getting distracted by Bowie coming to visit and keeps getting in trouble for giving him free stuff- his worst offense being when he gave Bowie about $300 worth of clothing because Bowie offhandedly said one of the on-sale jerseys was cute. 

Emma works at Urban Outfitters. She was originally rejected for not being “cool” enough, but Bowie pulled some strings to get her the job. Her sweet and bubbly personality makes her very popular among the customers, who often come in just to talk with her and Bowie. Unfortunately, Chase’s kiosk is in sight of the entrance of the store, and she has to take a break to calm down in the back everytime he catches her eye to wink at her. 

MK works at a tech kiosk that fixes phones and sells phone cases and other accessories. She views this job as beneath her because it’s super easy. She hangs out in the food court during her lunch break to pickpocket and sometimes goes to Forever 21 and Urban Outfitters to steal. Anytime Bowie catches her, he rolls his eyes and warns her not to do it again, and anytime Julia catches her, she threatens her life.

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[filmbyjy]

I saw this reel on insta and a haikyuu scenario with the post that said: 'im in the library and here's a bf helping his gg study and I've been overhearing part of their conversation for the last hour and said "babe, I'm gonna be honest with you. You're going to fail this test, I love you, but there's nothing we can do about it now"

can you do a imagine based on this with Jay and or any other member if you wanna add

(I have my finals coming up plus another exam in a few day. SEND HELP)

a/n: HELP??? WHY DO I ACTUALLY SEE JAY SAYING THIS?? jay giving you that reality check🤙🏻 also good luck!! I currently have projects due soon hence I’m rushing my work🤧

pairing: park jongseong x fem!reader

genre: studying with bf, fluff

word count: 1K words

warning: there is no real huge warning but there is tons of jay pecking/kissing you. that's a warning itself bc i'd die to kiss jay

there is no hope

finals

everyone hated them. it was the constant studying and staying up that made everyone hate it. nobody likes staying up to work on some stupid mathematic exam. cramming formulas till 4am in the morning was a nightmare.

your phone pings when a notification pops up. it startled you a little since you were heavily concentrated on your studies.

*1 message from jongseong🧸*

— placing this in case the read more messes up —

jongseong🧸: babe, are you still in the library? bc it’s dark in there.

you: why tf are you outside? didn’t you want to catch up on some sleep bc rugby was kicking your ass?

jongseong🧸: bc i’m a great boyfriend and I care about my girlfriend that I can forget about my shit sleep schedule

you: aww jongseong :((

you: i’m at the McDonald’s nearby

jongseong🧸: oh cool. i was kinda craving for some chicken nuggets! i’m bringing my books to help you too.

you: really? thank you, babe🫶🏻

jongseong🧸: anytime love❤️

-

it was about 15 minutes later when you heard someone sitting in front of you. you knew that familiar scent, it was your boyfriend. you looked up and gave him a warm smile before looking back down at your notes.

he lifts your chin up and leans to peck your lips.

“can’t even get a kiss from my girl without her looking away from her notes.”

“it’s 1am. the workers are staring, babe.” you whisper. jay rolls his eyes.

“well they won’t be staring if i’m here as a valued customer.” jay winks. you sighed.

“could you get me coffee?”

“at 1am? babe, you’re insane.”

“i’m going to need coffee to survive studying till 3am at least.”

jay shakes his head, “fine. i’ll get you some latte or something. nothing too strong because you won’t be able to sleep.”

“aww such a caring and sweet boyfriend I have.” you say. jay smirks.

“you do have a great boyfriend.” he steals kiss from you before going over to order something.

you remained glued to your work. however, nothing was really going in your brain. by now, jay had brought your coffee over and it still couldn’t help you.

“jayyyy, I can’t do this anymore.”

he scans through your notes. nothing made sense to him. he sighs.

“i’m gonna be honest, babe. you definitely failing this test. a 100%. your notes make zero sense to me.”

“you mean to tell me I’ve been studying shitty notes that I thought would help me??” you groaned and banged your head on the table. it catches a few of the workers attention but they quickly dismiss it.

“look, baby. if you wanna pass this test. I can always help you.” jay says.

“really?”

“of course but first, let’s get out of here and hop in my car.”

“why do I feel like this isn’t going to help me at all.” you glared at the boy. he chuckles.

“trust me, love. it’s definitely going to help.” he smirks. you rolled your eyes.

the both of you left the McDonald’s with your things to get into jay’s car. he places both of yours and his things down. once you settled in, you turned to jay.

“so what’s this genius plan of yours?”

“kiss.”

“are you serious, jongseong.”

“i’ll test you and every right answer you get equals to a kiss from yours truly.”

“you are so needy, babe.” you huffed.

“this is beneficial for the both of us. come on.” jay pouts.

you tried to weigh the pros and cons. honestly, there were definitely more pros than cons. you got to kiss jay, he would help you with passing the test and you got to spend time with him. what more could you ask?

"fine." jay smiles at your words.

after letting you read his notes for the topic, he would test you.

"you got 5 answers right. which means, i get to kiss you 5 times." jay says.

"yeah but you tested me 10 questions. i got half of them correct."

"which means you will pass. see i did something good. now, pucker up." jay says.

he leans in and pecks your lips once.

"jongseong-" he pecks it once again.

"this method didn't help." *peck*

"park jongseong." *peck*

"ooo one more." he leans in once again but this time, the kiss goes on far more than a peck. jay's hands rest on your waist. you completely forgot you were even upset in the first place. well that is until you actually remembered you were upset with him. you pushed him away.

"jay, i'm serious. i don't think i'll pass the test." you huffed.

"i'm sorry, i just i miss you. you've been pretty busy lately with studying. how about i help for real this time, hmm?"

"you're making me feel bad now. i'm sorry i don't spend time as much with you." you pout.

"it's alright, you're busy with school work."

"i feel like everyone is advancing faster than me so i take my free time to catch up with everyone. i don't even catch the topic sometimes and i just feel frustrated." you voiced out. jay squeezes your hand.

"well, i'm here. i can help you, babe. you don't have to hesitate to call me or text me when you need help."

"i know. i just feel bad."

jay shakes his head, "you don't have to feel bad. that's my duty as your boyfriend to help you and stay by your side."

"isn't that a job for a husband?" you deadpan.

"we're going to get married eventually, what's the difference." jay nudges your shoulder. you blushed.

"yeah, i guess we are."

"mrs.park, would you like me to help you really study now?"

"yes, mr.park." jay snorts. he leans in to peck your lips.

"okay, where did we stop at?" he says as he scans the notes.

#AWW #LET ME KISS JAY #or study with him #though both him and i know neither of us would study #enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen imagine #enhypen fluff #enhypen ff #enhypen drabble #jay #jay imagines #jay imagine #jay fluff #jay ff #jay drabbles #jay x reader #jay x reader imagines #jongseong #jongseong imagines #jongseong imagine #jongseong fluff #jongseong x reader #jongseong oneshots #park jongseong #park jongseong imagines #park jongseong imagine #park jongseong fluff #jay enhypen #jay enhypen imagines

[homomenhommes]

STORY: Watching Mario

Everybody loves Mario. He is the hunky superintendent of the adults-only apartment complex where I live. We have retirees as well as young couples who have not yet started their families. There are a few students who can afford to live off-campus from the local university, and there are middle-aged divorcés like me who moved in after our separations and just never left. And why would we leave? The rooms are nice, the rent isn’t too bad, the location is great, and the place is well maintained, thanks to Mario.

Mario is affable and always very helpful. Whenever anyone has a leaky faucet or a door that won’t close properly, Mario is always on top of it. The older residents adore him because he always helps them with their groceries and other packages, and he always has a kind word to say. “You’re looking very dapper this evening, Mr. Steinway.” “What a lovely hat, Mrs. McDonald.” “That blue dress really makes your eyes sparkle, Miss Jane.”

Mario is not exactly what you would call ‘handsome.’ Oh, he’s not bad to look at. In fact, his body is fucking gorgeous. At 6’2”, he’s built like a stevedore—broad shoulders, narrow waist, fur all over his rock-hard pecs, and a treasure trail that would make even the stone statues in the nearby park weak at the knees. He looks slightly older than his 36 years, perhaps due to the effects of the hot sun when he labors outdoors tending to the lawn and the flower beds or perhaps just to the effects of a hard life. He says that the small scar just below his left cheek is the result of an industrial accident, but the word around the complex is that he got it in a knife fight when he tried to break up a brawl in a bar when he was an MP in the U.S. Army.

Our three-story complex is U-shaped, open to the street in front with three sides wrapped around a central courtyard. You can almost hear the stampede of tenants to the windows when Mario works in the courtyard with his shirt off. He is definitely a mouth-watering sight.

Mario has one little quirk that might disturb some of the tenants, but nobody says anything because they don’t want to get him into trouble with the management…or the police. You see, Mario likes to keep his curtains open…all the time…even when he is nude or when he is “entertaining” guests. He and I have corner apartments on the third floor with mine directly across from his, so I have a very clear view of these delectable sights.

Mario entertains guests almost every night of the week. Sometimes it is a beautiful woman; sometimes two or more. Sometimes it is a man, or several. Sometimes it is a mix. Sometimes it is tenants from the complex, but more often it is people from the outside.

The first time I saw Mario jacking off in front of his sliding glass balcony door, I tried to look away, but the sight of his huge dong mesmerized me. Mario caught me staring, but he didn’t turn away. He just waved his big dick at me and smiled, and when he unloaded his spooge, he practically coated the whole glass door. For the next few nights, I watched him fuck women and men, and each time he would wave or wink at me across the way. He knew full well that I was watching, and I think he actually got off on it.

Mario is quite versatile. Whether he is fucking men or women, he loves to show me different positions, some of which I have never seen before. He usually tops, but he’s not afraid to bottom when the situation calls for it. I remember one time when he fucked a woman while her boyfriend fucked Mario in the ass. He was the succulent meat in the middle of a hot, spicy corned beef sandwich.

Every time I watched him screw someone, naturally I got rock hard and would always close my curtains and jack off. After a couple of weeks of this show, however, I decided to risk it and jack off in front of my balcony door with the curtains open. He gave me a thumbs up and a great big grin, so it became a regular habit with us.

When he would throw his conquests on the bed, I couldn’t see as much, so one day he set up a full-length dressing mirror in his bedroom and tilted it so that I could get a good view of the action taking place on the bed.

The apartment below mine is inhabited by a couple of male college jocks, Tom and Marcus, who have almost as good a view of Marios’ apartment as I do. I wondered what they thought of Mario’s exhibitionism, but I soon got my answer. I saw them enter his apartment one night to get their asses plowed good. When they were done, they walked over to the window and bent over to show me the cum oozing out of their raw butt holes. I showed my appreciation by spooging all over my balcony glass, to which they responded by pretending to lick it all up. They became a regular feature at Mario’s home theater, sometimes even bringing some of their teammates over to join in the action, and I always enjoyed the show.

One night they gave me quite a surprise. I saw the two young rugby players march across the courtyard and enter his apartment a couple of minutes later. Rather than strip, however, they engaged in a rather animated conversation with Mario and abruptly left. I wondered what the chat was all about, but then I heard a knock on my door. Imagine my surprise when I found the two young jocks inviting themselves into my apartment. “Mario sent us,” they quipped.

They ushered me over to the glass door and began0 ripping off my clothes before removing their own. Tom sank his wet tongue into my gaping mouth while Marcus practically swallowed my dick whole, fingering my asshole at the same time. They rotated several times until they eventually had my entire body coated with their saliva.

Tom bent me over and shoved his big dick into my mouth while Marcus tongue-fucked my rosebud. Eventually satisfied that he had lubricated my love canal sufficiently, he rammed his rod up the chute and fucked like a drunken sailor. When he came, I could actually feel his man juices plastering my prostate.

When the hot studs swiveled me around, I caught a glimpse of Mario beating his meat while enjoying the show from his balcony door. He flashed a wide grin and gave me two thumbs up as the guys reversed roles. Having fucked me, Marcus now stuffed his spunk-coated dick down my throat while Tom impaled me with his stiff rod. I shot my wad into Marcus’ mouth just as his teammate unloaded in my guts. Marcus didn’t swallow my cum, though. He shoved me onto my bed, pulled my jaw down, and dribbled my cum into my mouth and all over my face, which Tom licked clean before snowballing me with the cream. When Mario exploded onto his glass balcony door, he stroked one finger across the pudding and licked it clean.

Having shot their wads, the guys, I thought, would leave, but they didn’t. They curled up, one on each side of me, and we chatted for quite a while. As it turned out, they were both really nice boys. I fucked each of them that night, and in the morning I got to watch as they shanked each other.

The apartment next door to Mario’s is occupied by a very handsome businessman named Chet. He’s younger than I am, but older than Mario, and he always dresses very nattily in his custom-tailored Armani suits and Yves Saint-Laurent ties. Of course, he never sees the shows that Mario puts on for me because his apartment is next to Mario’s, not across from it. But he is across from me, and one day he caught me jacking off while I was watching Mario shag some dude. In the past I would have died of embarrassment, but having gotten used to the exhibitionism, I just smiled and waved at him. I thought he might turn away in disgust, but he just smiled, unzipped his expensive suit pants, and started pumping in rhythm with me.

It was good too; he had a really pretty dick, only slightly over the normal range, I’d guess, but nicely cut. It looked very tasty, and I so much wanted to stuff it into my mouth. Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait too long. Before I could even get my junk stuffed back into my pants, the doorbell rang, and I was right; it tasted every bit as good as it looked.

Once I got Chet sufficiently primed, I led him to the patio door and waved at Mario across the courtyard. At first, my guest seemed apprehensive, but when he saw Mario masturbating toward us, he relaxed…but, of course, his cock didn’t. I bent over as a way of inviting him to eat my ass, which he did enthusiastically. He kept at it until I begged him to ram his beautiful dick up my ass. He fucked me good, and I looked forward to feeling his juices splash over my prostate, but just before he climaxed, he pulled out so that Mario could see him blast his ball juice all over my back. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Mario as he responded with a huge milky explosion of his own.

When Chet left my apartment, I watched him walk across the courtyard. I assumed that he was headed back to his own apartment, but I had to smile when I saw him show up in Mario’s apartment. What happened next really blew my mind. After Mario had stripped Chet naked, he slid open the glass door and push the nude man onto the balcony. He bent him over the wrought iron railing and proceeded to pound the crap out of him in the open air. Chet became so aroused that he shot his own load over the balcony and onto the courtyard below. Not to be outdone, Mario shot his own load over Chet’s shoulders and onto the courtyard as well. I laughed at the prospect that someone might be walking below and getting anointed with all that white lightning. Thereafter, the balcony shower became a somewhat regular routine with Chet alternating between Mario’s apartment and mine.

The next time the college jocks from the apartment below came over to my apartment, I introduced them to the risky stunt, and they embraced it enthusiastically. It even became somewhat of a competition to see who could shoot the farthest onto the courtyard.

As I mentioned, our apartment complex is open on one side, and Mario and I both have corner apartments that are visible from the busy street. Whenever I would hear car horns blaring from the intersection, I would imagine that some driver below had caught sight of the show and was sounding his appreciation. Or perhaps some driver pulled up at the stoplight had become so mesmerized by the action that he neglected to proceed forward when the light changed, and annoyed drivers behind had honked their horns to press him to move on.

One night I had just disrobed and walked over to the balcony to watch Mario ravage the two young jocks when my doorbell caught me by surprise. I wasn’t expecting any company, so I couldn’t imagine who was there, but I assumed it was one or more of the men who had become frequent visitors, so I approached the door in my birthday suit. Imagine my shock when I opened the door stark naked and stood face to face with two stern-looking young policemen.

Oh fuck! I’m in deep shit now!

“Mr. Winslow, may we come in?” asked the cop with the shiny ebony skin while the younger blond-haired blue-eyed cop surveyed my naked body up and down.

“Of course, officer. What can I do for you? I asked.

“Well, Officer Denver and I were looking at a room to rent across the courtyard, and we couldn’t help but notice that you were putting on quite a show for your neighbors,” he said.

I stuttered and stammered, but I was too frightened to get any actual words out of my mouth.

“You know that public indecency is a misdemeanor, Mr. Winslow. We may have to take you down to the station and book you.”

I thought I would die right there on the spot.

“What do you think, Andy? Should we take him in?”

Without answering the question, the officer named Andy Denver sidled up behind me, pulled my hands back, and cuffed me. In my fantasies, I had dreamed of having a very hot young cop cuff me and take advantage of me, but this was not exactly what I had in mind.

The older black cop inched ever so close to me such that I had to back up, and when I did, I toppled over onto the edge of the bed, but he still kept coming at me until his groin was directly in front of my face. “You seem like a nice man, Mr. Winslow. Maybe we could make some kind of arrangement,” he smirked as he rubbed his bulging crotch. “Whaddya think, Andy? Can we overlook Mr. Winslow’s transgression?”

Andy did not need any convincing. He had already released his growing cock from his uniform pants and had begun slapping it across my face, and before I could even react, he shoved it down my throat. Tears began to form in my eyes as I gagged on the monster cock, but it was a beautiful cock, and I loved every inch of it.

Before I knew it, the black cop, who I later learned was named Damion, also released his fat snake and squeezed it into my mouth along with Andy’s. I had never sucked two dicks together before, and it was quite a challenge, but when I looked back on the experience later, I cherished it.

Before long, both men in blue rolled me over on the bed, still handcuffed. As Andy continued to swab my mouth with his dick, Damion spread my ass cheeks and feasted on my exposed rosebud. He had an incredibly long tongue, and I occasionally forgot that he was fucking me with that tongue instead of his enormous dick.

“You’ve been a bad boy, haven’t you Mr. Winslow?” When I merely grunted, he slapped my ass checks and demanded, “Haven’t you, perv?”

“Yes,” I screamed, as loudly as I could with Andy’s huge cock in my mouth.

“And you have to be punished, don’t you?”

Grunt. Slap. “Don’t you?”

“Yes,” I gurgled.

“All right,” said Officer Damion. And with that, he shoved his swollen member up my ass. There was no lube, other than his saliva and my own rectal juices, and no inching forward. He just slammed it in hard and raw, and he pounded away like a jackhammer. It hurt like hell, but I couldn’t really scream with Officer Andy’s meat stuffed in my mouth.

“Yeah, you’ve been a really bad boy, Mr. Winslow, and we have to make the punishment fit the crime, don’t we, Andy?” Andy just chuckled and kept trying to drill down to my tonsils. Officer Damion was a real stud, and Andy was just about the cutest thing I had ever seen, and I so wished that I had met them under less brutal circumstances, but despite the pain and humiliation, part of me enjoyed the experience nonetheless. I mentally suppressed the pain by imagining that instead of ravaging me as they were, they were actually making sweet love to me. It was, of course, only a fantasy, but oh what a beautiful fantasy it was.

“Oh, fuck! I’m cummin’,” yelled Officer Damion, but before he did, he rammed his cock deeper and deeper into my guts and grunted loudly with each thrust. “Unh, unh, unh, unh….” And when he finally exploded, I thought he was going to shake the very foundations of the building. Even when his ball sack had to be completely empty, he kept trying to press his dick farther and farther up my hole. It was like he couldn’t be satisfied to have his juices deep in my gut, he wanted his balls in there too.

Completely spent, he collapsed on my back, squashing me into the mattress so that I could barely breathe. Fortunately, he must have realized that I would be of no use to him dead, so he let up and said to Andy, “OK, kid. Your turn.”

As the two cops switched places, Damion shoved his dick drenched in his baby batter into my mouth. “Lick it clean, perv.”

“Oh, boss,” squeeled Andy, like a kid who had just gotten a pony for Christmas, “I love it when you lube up a hot hole for me. I love the thought of my juices mixing with yours in a man’s guts.” And with that, Andy barged into my already raw rectum. He was not as big or as strong as Damion, so his thrusts were not as powerful, but it was not for lack of trying. I thought he was going to fuck me hard enough to knock my eyeballs out of their sockets.

As Andy continued to ravage me, Damion pulled out of my mouth and waddled over to the balcony door. “Well, lookey here,” he laughed, eyeing Mario pounding his pud across the courtyard. “Looks like we got ourselves a whole complex of pervs. I think we’re gonna like it here.”

Before I knew it, the two cops had lifted me off the bed and dragged me to the balcony, where they bent me over the railing as Andy continued to drill me hard. Despite the pain I was feeling, I couldn’t help getting a hard-on myself. Seeing that, Damion reached down and began pumping my dick to Mario’s rhythm across the way. As Andy burst his pipe, he began to scream, so Damion put his hand over the kid’s mouth so as not to draw any undue attention to what we were doing. Then, when my own dick exploded, and I began to scream as well, Damion put his other hand over my mouth. The three of us looked up just in time to see Mario whitewash his own patio door with his big hose.

Just when I thought my nightmare/fantasy was about to come to an end, you will never believe what happened. The fucking doorbell rang. After the drubbing I had just taken, I couldn’t make it to the door and didn’t really want to anyway, but Damion ordered Andy to see who it was. When Andy opened the door, the two college jocks gasped at the sight of the young police officer standing before them with his erect dick still sticking out of his pants.

“Wh…wha…what’s goin’ on?” stammered Tom, so Andy invited them in, and from the entry hall they could peer into my bedroom and see me handcuffed and lying face down with my ass glowing as red as Rudolph’s nose.

“Come on in, boys,” exclaimed Damion. “Join the party.”

I would have thought the guys would hesitate until they got the dope on what was happening, but they didn’t waste the opportunity. They both stripped down immediately and took turns fucking the shit out of me, and each time one would pull out, he would stick his wet dick in my mouth for me to lick it clean. Before the boys left, the cops fucked each of them and made me lick the cum dripping from their dicks and assholes.

“Oh, we were just leaving,” said Marcus to the person who had just rung the doorbell, “but the party has only just begun,” he giggled.

I could barely open my eyes, but when I did, I saw Chet, the businessman from downstairs and Mario standing over me. “I guess you’re the evening’s ‘host,’” teased Chet.

“More like the evening’s cum dump,” laughed Mario.

After Chet took his turn filling my guts with his sperm, Mario took his turn. In all the months I had watched Mario jack off and fuck through his patio window, I had never had sex with him. I knew how he plowed most of his ‘guests,’ but I was hoping he would go easy on me after the pounding I had just experienced, but no such luck. He banged me just as hard as I had seen him fuck the people in his apartment. I had long dreamed of having sex with Mario, but I had hoped it would be under more amenable circumstances.

The next morning, I called in sick and told the receptionist at the office that I had a cold and would be out for a day…or maybe a week. Later that day, the doorbell rang, and I was petrified at who might be there waiting to ravage me again, but no, it was none of those guys. Instead, it was a delivery boy with a large bouquet of flowers. Under normal circumstances I would have invited him in for a leisurely, pleasant roll in the hay—after all, he was very cute—but I begged off and invited him to come back in a week…or a month.

The card that came with the flowers was signed by Mario, Tom, Marcus, Chet, Officer Andy, and Officer Damion. They thanked me for a good time and promised to take it a little easier “the next time.” The two cops added a footnote to say that they had decided to rent the apartment next to Chet’s and would be seeing a lot of me.

That evening, the doorbell rang again, and this time I thought I would fall through the floor. It was Mario. “God, no, Mario, I can’t take any more right now,” I pleaded.

“Relax, amigo. I just came over to see how you’re doing.”

“How the fuck do you think I’m doing?” I railed.

“We realized we were a bit too rough on you, so we wanted to apologize and let you know that the next time, you can do the same to us.”

Next time? Naturally, I was sore, but the more I thought about it, the more I looked forward to it.

I thought Mario would leave me, but he didn’t. In fact, he stayed and held me all night. No sex, just cuddling. A few days later, after I began to feel better, he let me suck his dick, something I had long to do forever, and it was delicious.

Once I had recuperated, all of the guys came over and let me fuck them. They said I could be as rough as I wanted, but I preferred a more romantic approach. I did take the opportunity to handcuff the two cops so the college boys could fuck them, and Mario, Chet, and I delighted in just watching them in action.

Since then, the seven of us have gotten together on a regular basis, taking turns sucking and fucking one another in our apartments and sometimes on the balconies. I love this place, I love Mario, and I don’t think I’ll ever move.

by Brock Archer

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[chuncao]

“I love you”

Joongdok high school AU

“Kim Dokja, I love you.” 

Han Sooyoung suddenly grabbed his hand with a serious expression. 

“W-what?” 

“Haha you gotta see the look on your face dude!” 

Han Sooyoung crackled while pointing at Dokja’s face. 

“That’s not funny.” 

He gave her an unimpressed look. 

“Ah shit I couldn’t stop laughing haha. Do you know the “I love you” game? I saw it on the TV yesterday so I decided to give it a go. Didn’t really expect you to freak out like that LOL.” 

Her laughters had died down but Kim Dokja could still see her trying her best to contain her laugh. 

“Ah! I know it. You are supposed to say “I love you” to someone and if the other person laugh or smile then you win, right?” Yoo Sangah chimed in from where she was doing her homework.  

“Correct! Oh and I love you Yoo Sangah.” 

Han Sooyoung turned to where Yoo Sangah was and smiled sweetly at her. 

“T-Thank you- Ah darn it! I smiled.” 

Yoo Sangah unconsciously smiled at Han Sooyoung’s “confession”. Some of the nearby classmates caught wind of what they were doing and decided to join them. Before they knew it, the whole class had joined the game, the sentence “I love you” coming from one’s mouth to another. Everyone was busy with teasing each other except for a certain sleeping sunfish. Totally unaware of the the whole game going on, Yoo Joonghyuk was sleeping with headphones on, his head laying on the desk. 

“Hey Kim Dokja.” 

Han Sooyoung called out to him. 

“If you dare to wake Yoo Joonghyuk up and play the game with him, I will treat you to McDonald’s after school today.”

“No thanks, I still treasure my life.” 

He shuddered at the thought of being the recipient of one of Yoo Joonghyuk’s murderous glare. That glare could send one straight to the Antartica, he swore. 

“How about me lending you my Star Stream account for a week?” 

Star Stream is Kim Dokja’s favorite online reading site and Han Sooyoung just happened to have a VIP account on it. The monthly subscription fee was more than what he could afford so he had always been begging her to lend him the account. 

“Deal. Remember to keep you word.” 

Kim Dokja stood up and quickly walked toward Yoo Joonghyuk’s desk. He missed the knowing look and calculating smile Han Sooyoung had on her face whenever she was messing with someone.

“Joonghyuk-ah.” 

He gently grabbed the other boy’s shoulders and shook them. 

“Hm? Dokja-ah? What?” 

Yoo Joonghyuk slowly looked up to him, his eyes still not fully opened.

“I love you.” 

It was supposed to be a joke, but why did he feel all warm and fuzzy just by saying it? 

“I love you too.” 

The boy, with a small smile on his face, said it in a mellow tone. The usual glare were nowhere to be found as it was replaced by a soft gaze. Since he just woke up from the sleep, his expressions were totally relaxed, unlike the sharp look he liked to show around. Kim Dokja didn’t know that an undefended Yoo Joonghyuk could look that… cute. Was he supposed to feel this frustrated after seeing a friend’s smile? 

Completely oblivious to Kim Dokja’s existential crisis, Yoo Joonghyuk went back to sleep, leaving a flustered mess of boiling red squid behind. On the other side of the classroom, Han Sooyoung whispered into Yoo Sangah’s ears: 

“See, I told you. They are idiots.”

#omniscient reader's viewpoint #joongdok #kim dokja #yoo joonghyuk #전지적 독자 시점 #orv #kdj #yjh

[sorin-in-the-stars]

Lunch Before Class... (pt.2)

Lunch Before Class

Scaramouche x GN! Reader

Contents : Modern AU, Highschool/College AU, Fluff

Summary : You two go to McDonalds as promised and eat your lunch there. Then you two decide to skip class in order to go to a park and hang out.

WC : 1.2K

Requested? No.

Pt.1 Pt.3

Ao3

Shall I write a part three? Who knows...

You stood there waiting for the same dark blue-haired boy you have been making lunch for, for the past few weeks at this point. It was lunchtime, so he should show up. Not to take your seat- but so the two of you could go to the nearest Mcdonald's and buy lunch. You did say you would, and you keep to your word.

At last, he finally showed up, bag in hand and a frown on his face.

“I’m hungry.” Was all he said before walking off in the direction of the nearest door, clearly remembering what you had said the day before.

“Well, you are in luck my guy, for I have enough money for the two of us to get whatever it is that we desire on the…” you dragged out the last word, making a drumming hand signal, smiling widely at the angsty boy. “Value menu!” You cheered as if it was some sort of achievement.

He scoffed and shook his head, quietly finding your actions amusing. 

“Hurry up, you’re being slow.” Scaramouche stated in an annoyed tone. He picked up his walking speed as if to show you truly how slow you were walking, though it did nothing of the sort.

Laughing silently, you picked up your pace as well, wanting to get to the fast food restaurant as much as Scaramouche.

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The two of you were near the Mcdonalds’ the two of you had planned to go to when Scaramouche spoke up.

“Why do you always bring me lunch?” He asked, walking ahead of you a small bit. He was trying to hide the sad look in his eyes, along with the soft red hue on his cheeks.

“You never bring your own, it’s good to eat lunch you know.” You answer, not making an effort to catch up to him. He would just walk ahead again anyways. “Why do you never bring a lunch?” You question.

“..It doesn’t matter.” Scaramouche huffed and shook his head, stopping in his tracks. He turned to you with a scornful look on his face. He stood there silently, staring at you intently before he turned around abruptly. “Hurry up, you’re being slow.” Scaramouche once more picked up his pace, rushing off to the doors.

You shake your head at his reply and do as he said. Walking into the building, you line up next to him and await your turn to order.

“Yknow, we’re going to be late for our next class.” You relax a bit, glad to be inside rather than out in the heat.

“Good. Rather skip anyways.” He stared at the menu, squinting a bit to read what was on the value menu.

“Let’s skip then. That class is boring and I know the unit we’re learning anyways.” You guys take a step forward, ready to order as the people ahead of you finished their own.

“...Sure.” Scaramouche responded. He planned on skipping anyways, so this didn’t bother him one bit.

“It’s a date then.” You took another step forward, ordering your food before you turned back to him to ask for his order. 

A date? This was a date? Scaramouche replied with his order and kept to his own thoughts. Conflicted on the concept of dating you. 

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Finishing eating, you sat back in your seat and kicked your feet onto the booth seat across from you. Scaramouche had been adamant about sitting in a booth seat for the tables were larger. Either way, it didn’t matter, all you wanted to do was eat, and you did.

“For someone who is always talking about how slow I walk, you eat really slow yknow.” You huffed, looking at your phone as you picked up your drink to sip on.

Scaramouche scoffed and stuffed more of his fries into his mouth, eating eagerly to get out of the public space. “Oh shut it.” He spoke after he swallowed his food.

“Shh, just hurry and eat, I want to go to the park before school ends.” There was a public park nearby that, after 3 pm, got infected with children. So who wouldn’t want to go there when there are no children?

Once he was done he stood up. Scaramouche put all the trash into the bag and threw it out. “Let’s go.” Eager much? 

Scaramouche didn’t reply once more but instead focused on finishing his food. 

“Race you to the park.” You said, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

The two of you left the building.

“We just ate-” He got cut off by the sound of your running feet. Scaramouche didn’t protest anymore but sprinted after you.

Eventually, you two reached the empty park, ready to play on the too-small playground equipment.

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After a few moments of nonstop running, Scaramouche was able to catch up to you. Instinctively he grabbed your hand, as a type of reassurance you wouldn’t leave him again by running off.

“Aha! I won!” You called out, lifting your free hand up into the air to cheer for your victory.

“Regardless, it was a tie.” Scaramouche let go of your hand and crossed his arms. He closed his eyes and turned his head, smiling slightly.

Scaramouche laughed quietly to himself, shaking his head at your antics. “We made it here together, it’s a tie.”

“How boring is that though! It was a competition!” What a bummer, you clearly won.

Hearing it, Scaramouches’ ears tinted red along with his cheeks a tad bit. His eyes widened and he smiled a bit more, being able to brush it off from the fun you two had. “All we did was eat lunch and race to the park. Don’t get all mushy about it.” He laughed more and stood upright, making his way over to the park swings to sit down.

You faked an upset gasp, exaggerating it, along with lifting your hand up to clutch your shirt. “How dare you! Claiming a victory that was never yours, to begin with! And to think I bought you lunch!”

“Hmph, you’re the one that lost, loser.” Scaramouche broke character and started laughing, doubling over nearly.

You did the same. “Please! This was so much fun Scara, thank you.” You thanked him, not caring to say his full name.

“I’m getting all mushy about it? Says the one with a red face.” You retorted, following him to the same set.

“I don’t run around like you, athlete freak.” He sat down, swinging a little bit.

“Hmm, that makes this a lot harder now.” You huffed in defeat, not knowing what to make for dinner that night.

“I am not a freak thank you very much.” You sat down as well, swinging yourself a lot more than he was. “So, what do you want for lunch tomorrow? I’ll make it for dinner tonight and save some leftovers for lunch.”

“It doesn’t matter, make what you want.” His swing stilled, his eyes trained on you.

“..Can i…” He trailed off. He wanted to ask something but didn’t know how to word it. Maybe not asking in a way that wasn’t a question would work? “I’m coming over for dinner tonight.” He stated, looking off in the other direction, ears becoming red again.

“If you want to, but don’t get your hopes up on meeting my family. They’re on a trip without me since, yknow, school.” You get ready and jump off the swing, having been high enough to do so.

Great, it worked. But..why did he want to come over?

#scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche fluff #scara x reader #genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #fluff #genshin fanfic #genshin impact fanfic #modern au #highschool au #college au #sorin whispers #-sorin whispers writing

[ryvgvji]

# 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 | draken baji & kazutora.

# 𝐜 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 | none.

# 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫... it’s been a hot min since i posted and i promise i will get to my inbox asap :).

dates with tokyo revengers characters…

[DRAKEN] mall date

your dates with draken always consist of going to the mall

whether you’re going to walk around or buy stuff

he always buys you food to eat as soon as y’all get there and then you begin your journey

the first store on the list is always foot locker

you guys always gotta check out the shoes that are released

sometimes you buy shoes when the time is right but most of the time you just eyeshop

you guys mainly shop in stores like Spencer's, H&M, Hot Topic (which are fucking EXPENSIVE!), etc

you guys also walk around in Bath and Body Works

draken likes to buy you nice little candles for you and if you want body care too

you guys eventually get hungry and head to the food court and have a meal

y'all usually get Sakura or McDonald's

you just sit there eat and chat, scrolling through TikTok and laughing together

as it starts to get later and you guys become tired, you start to head out

you take pictures and post them on your ig story tagging draken with a heart

later closing the day with ft otp and imessage games

[KAZUTORA] latenight skating

kazutora is very spontaneous person who likes to do spontaneous things

and his two favorite things are skating and nighttime, so why not mix the two

kazutora would call you around 11 pm and tell you, not ask, to get ready

you guys would stroll down the empty street together hand in hand

kazu would offer to teach you how to skate (if you don’t know)

both of you listen to music with your airpods while walking in the warm night

there would be a quick stop in a fast food restaurant to gets you both something to eat

you guys eat and watch the scenery while sitting at the small curb

you guys have school the next day tho

so kazutora offers one last stop before being you home

a little park nearby

he takes you to see the stars and kiss you under them

afterwards kazu drops you home and facetimes you while he goes his route home

ending the night with small chat and smiles you say your goodnights to see each other later

[BAJI] movie marathon

as soon as you get that call on a friday afternoon you know

either your house or his

whichever one it is tho, baji has the snacks, food and drinks ready

he makes sure to get your favorite all the time, sometimes making you try out new things that he finds

logging on or typing in a site you guys have a planned “list” of what to watch

finding the first movie you wrap yourselves under the warm blanket and begin the eating

you talk softly to each other while watching the movies

y’all laugh and judge the characters in the movie

both of you take pictures and videos for memories, trying funny filters

by movie 3 or even 2 one of you always starts to slowly lose interest or eyes are drooping

the food long gone and snacks scattered with the drink almost or fully done

so the movie is paused and the question do you wanna sleep over is asked

depending sometimes it’s a no but sometimes yes, this was that day

the light are turned off and arms are wrapped around eachother

whispers till silence then soft snores and drool

#𝐑𝐘𝐕𝐆𝐕𝐉𝐈™︎ #black reader #tokyo revengers x black!reader #baji x black!reader #draken x black reader #kazutora x black!reader #— 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐬 (🧸) #— 𝐡𝐜𝐬 (💓) #tokyo revengers x reader #ryvgvji writes ❦

[nohoney]

omg k sweetness! sweetness!! I have a question and a small req… how is touya’s bond with his family/siblings and could we get a drabble of it pretty please (my hc is that touya is the big cool older brother and has a relatively ok bond with his siblings while sometimes awkward, it still doesn’t deter him from bullying poor shoto)

ty for clarifying bb! i almost thought this ask was for us series! touya and was gonna go well actualllyyyy he doesn’t＼(º □ º l|l)/ and didn’t want to write a downer for a cute ask about siblings lol

i headcanon that he has a decent bond with his siblings! touya is kind of like the “i’m going to mcdonald’s ur coming with me” kind of older sibling instead of the “i’m going to mcdonalds what do u want” sibling

Four sweet treats are packed inside a small box and a cake is packed inside a medium sized white box. Touya taps his phone to make a payment and declines needing a receipt. He grabs the smaller box and hands the bigger box to his younger brother that accompanied him to the bakery. “Here, carry that and be careful. I need to text Fuyumi that we got the cake.” Touya says as he opens the door to exit out the bakery and walk back to the car. “Shouto, do you remember what else she said we had to get?”

“She said we need to get the flowers too and that the bouquet she ordered should be ready for pick up.” His younger brother answers, “Can you get the door for me?”

Touya opens the passenger door side of his car for his younger brother, watching as he ducks his head down first and makes sure both feet are in before shutting the door. He sets the smaller box of treats into the backseat before starting up the car and putting in the location for the florist that he needed to stop by.

Shouto looks back at the separate box of baked goods and asks, “Why did you get more dessert? Is it for mom too?”

“No, it’s for (Name).” Touya answers as he sets the directions and begins to drive towards the new destination.

“Why? She’s not here. You said she couldn’t make it because she got sick.” Shouto points out, making sure to hold the box steady in his lap.

He watches his older brother look at his blind spots before using the turn signal to switch lanes. “I’m gonna give it to her when I head back home to her, duh.”

“Did she ask for them?”

“No, she just expects me to bring her something. And she’ll bitch at me if I come back with empty hands for not getting her something when she wasn’t feeling good.”

Shouto leans his head back against his seat, shaking his head a little to get his bangs out of the way of his vision. Touya’s girlfriend was always really nice whenever she came to visit, she always asked him questions about how he was doing and what he liked. He was a little disappointed that Touya announced she wasn’t able to make it for family dinner due to being unwell.

“Are you supposed to do that kind of thing? For girlfriends?” Shouto asks, his eyes looking to the GPS displayed on the screen for how close they are to the florist.

“Depends on the girl. You’ll find out whenever you start dating.” Touya takes one hand off the wheel and reaches over to ruffle his younger brother’s hair, chuckling when his hand gets swatted away and he’s told a firm ‘stop that.’ It was funnier to mess with Shouto as a teenager seeing as he could actually talk back and sass him. Back then he would just get a time out or reprimanded.

The car pulls into the lot for the florist and Touya is looking for a nearby parking spot. He lowers the volume of the music to concentrate on finding a spot and curses under his breath that the lot seems really packed.

“Touya, it’s Natsuo.” Shouto points out.

The car jerks to a stop and both brothers lurch forward, their seatbelts doing their job of keeping them strapped in. The cake is still safe.

Touya honks the horn of his car and rolls down his window to wave over Natsuo along with a sentimental call of ‘hey dipshit!’ to get his attention.

Natsuo comes up the driver side, holding the bouquet in his arms and peering in to look at both of his brothers. “What are you guys doing here?”

“We were picking up the flowers, why the fuck didn’t you text me that you were gonna get them instead?” Touya asks with a slight annoyance in his tone. If this was already gonna be taken care of by someone else then he wouldn’t have wasted his time to fetch it himself.

“I texted you but got the automatic message that you were driving so I texted Shouto instead.”

Touya turns his head and glares at his younger brother. Shouto carefully reaches into his back pocket to pull out his phone.

“Natsuo texted that he’s gonna pick up the flowers-“ Shouto reads his notification.

“Fucking thanks Shouto!”

#thank you for the cute lil ask bb! #k.inbox

[lcnelyghost]

christmas time with the ahs boys ♥︎

a/n: ANYONE ELSE SERIOUSLY FEELING IN THE CHRISTMAS MOOD 😭😭

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tate langdon:

• Definitely someone who loves Christmas because they did as a kid.

• You always end up comforting him because he can’t go outside to have a snowball fight.

• TATE DEFINITELY LISTENS TO CHRISTMAS SONGS ALL YEAR ROUND TO ANNOY THE SHIT OUT OF EVERYONE

• He likes licking his candy cane until the bottom is sharp so he can try and fight people with it.

• He once told you that his mom invited Larry round for Christmas dinner and he ended up burning the fucking turkey.

• Tate stayed in his room for the whole night until his mom said they were having dessert. (That mf flew down the stairs)

kit walker:

• He’s so appreciative of anything anyone gets him.

• Kit goes all out, I mean ALL OUT.

• New perfume, clothes, a new purse, why have only one when Kit is willing to buy you it ALL?

• He works super hard all year so he can always please you with the gifts he gets.

• Always listens to you talking about little things you see when you guys go out together, if he hears you like it then trust me, you’ll be receiving it at Christmas.

• You may not think he’s listening, but Kit’s always paying attention to even the smallest details when you’re speaking about presents.

• “Y/n doll.. you shouldn’t have..”

“Kit, you got me enough to fit in a whole damn store. It’s no bother.”

kyle spencer:

• He begs you to cook Christmas dinner every night of the year.

• Screw McDonald’s, Kyle wants his turkey already!!!

• When you pass him the gravy, he purposely puts it all on his mash potatoes. No one else gets the gravy afterwards and Kyle’s just sat smiling evilly.

• You both go out shopping and he starts running away from you in different aisles. You get confused and run after him, only to realise he just doesn’t want you to see what gifts he’s picking out for you. It melts you’re heart.

jimmy darling:

• Y’all literally get wasted on Christmas Eve. When you both try to get back to you’re trailer, Elsa is always stood nearby listening to the sound of you and Jimmy drunkenly singing rather loudly. She just shakes her head in disapproval before Jimmy scurries into the trailer with you giggling maniacally, following behind him.

• Jimmy always shakes you awake in the morning like an excited child.

• “Babe! Babeee!! It’s Christmas!!!”

“No, it’s actually five in the fucking morning.”

“Get upppppppppppppppppppp…”

• You smile in awe when you and the freaks are all opening you’re gifts. Sincerely appreciating all the handcrafted things everyone made you. Especially Jimmy and Ethel.

james patrick march:

• James has a secret obsession with the song, “All I want for Christmas is you” but he’d never admit it.

• Christmas always gives him nice little flashbacks to when he’d open up the presents his mother made for him as a kid.

• Iris and Liz always loved making hot chocolate, so you always see James sneakily taking a few mini marshmallows from the packets they were using and plopping them into his mouth.

• When you’re decorating the tree and ask him if it’s okay to eat some of the candy canes he used as decor, he’d burst out laughing.

• “Darling, unless you’d like to suffer from extreme food poisoning seeing as they are from 1923, go ahead. Although, I certainly wouldn’t recommend it..”

• That was enough for you to throw them out and immediately buy new ones.

dandy mott:

• Forget about shaking you to wake up, THIS MAN STARTS JUMPING AND SCREAMING ON HIS OWN BED BECAUSE HE’S THAT HAPPY

• “Y/N! Y/N!! Y/NNNNNNNN!!! IT’S CHRISTMAS! IT’S ACTUALLY CHRISTMAS MORNING!! PLEASE WAKE UP!! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!!”

“Da- NOOOO THE BED!!”

• Regina tried to innocently start a snowball fight when they were kids, she thought it was normal for children her age to participate in so she expected it to be fun with Dandy. Though her mother wasn’t surprised when he started crying because a snowball hit his ass cheek. Gloria ended up rushing to get him inside and all night he was sobbing in front of the fire, wrapped up in dozens of fuzzy blankets.

• His mother constantly reminds him that Christmas isn’t just about presents, but he only looks at her with disgust.

• Dandy has spent all year buying you the most expensive bits of jewellery and makeup. Practically everything you could ever ask for.

• “Dandy, this is way too much..”

“What? There’s no such thing!!!”

• You both sweetly sway around the room together whilst dancing to a peaceful, instrumental Christmas song. He always thanks you at the end of the night for making his Christmas even more perfect than he’d imagined.

tristan duffy:

• Tristan isn’t necessarily a grinch, but he’s just there for the food, honestly.

• All the spirits in the Cortez stay up in the bar until midnight so they can all wish each other a very merry Christmas. Technically it’s what they do at new year aswell. Tristan always tries to fight back the urge to cringe at everyone.

• PLEASE, HE GETS SO UNCOMFORTABLE IF SOMEONE GIVES HIM A REALLY SQUISHY HUG ON CHRISTMAS DAY, unless it’s you of course! Although he still doesn’t really like them.

• Donovan did it to him as a joke one year and the two spent Christmas day getting patched up after beating the shit out of one another.

• Will goes around cheerfully singing Christmas carols and everyone was stunned when Tristan threw a glass bottle at his head.

“What? He finally fucking shut up, didn’t he?”

• He’s stolen quite a few treats that Iris has made, violently throwing up when he’s finished seeing as it was a whole ass tray full of baked goods.

• He won’t tell anyone, but he gets sad when Christmas is over. You, him, and all the other spirits really enjoy yourselves whenever the time comes around. Well, for the most part..

#ahs fandom #american horror story #evan peters #ahs hotel #finn wittrock #james patrick march #james march #dandy mott #freak show #ahs murder house #kit walker #tate ahs #tate langdon #kyle spencer #ahs coven #jimmy darling #tristan duffy #fictional characters #fictional crushes #fictional men #fictional people #headcanon #imagine #evan peters ahs #ask box #request #requests

[byanyan]

@miidnighters sent:ㅤNow that he knows what to listen for, Flynn can always hear Byan coming - the jingle of earrings, the clink of rings. It's why he looks up with a smile before the other even gets to say anything. "That new meal special is starting at McDonalds today. You wanna go?"

ㅤlips parted, words poised on the tip of their tongue to catch flynn's attention as they approach, byan is drawn to an almost startled pause when he turns to face them before they can make a sound. oh, he's getting good if he can tell it's them without needing to hear their voice or catch a glimpse of vibrant pinks. it's impressive, really. ...if also a little disappointing to know that it'll be a lot harder to catch him off guard or give him a good scare. then again, they do love a challenge.

ㅤㅤ" fuck yeah, i'd kill a man for some fries right now. i mean, i'd kill a man for a lotta things, but y'know. point is, i'm cravin' some saltyass fries. "ㅤcrooked grin in place, they step past flynn to start meandering their way in the direction of the nearby mcdonald's, assuming that he'll follow. fingers slipping into their pants pocket, they pull free a twenty dollar bill and brandish it with a glance over their shoulder.ㅤ" even got some cash this time. you got no idea how worth it is to hang around the bus station while it's busy, you can literally just reach into peoples' pockets an' bags without 'em even reactin' because they're expecting to get shoved around. s'awesome, made a great haul this mornin'. "

#miidnighters #miidnighters / flynn. #━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ answered: ic ⋮ i am a vulture that feeds on pain. #flynn recognizing them by the sound of their jewelry is actually so perfect i love it #v cute tysm for this #i'm just sorry for the terrible influence i'm unleashing on the seal boy

[omnidemidisaster]

HI IDK IF U DO THIS OR NOT BUT CAN I REQ A ROSSxREADER

I think it'd be really cute to see him with like an s/o doing cute shit. Like yknow when teens get into relationships and they're rly shy together? YEAH I WANT THAT ☹️🙏🏻

YESSS

Gender neutral reader

"Midnight Call"

Bzz...

Bzz...

Bzzz...

You finally woke up and checked your phone. You were receiving some text messages...at 1am from Ross. You and Ross had just started a relationship around 3 months ago, and in those 3 months you were practically head over heels. Sure, you both were too shy to say much, but you both clearly liked each other and you both could excuse your typical teen shyness.

You rolled on your side and went to check the messages.

~ Ross ~: Hey, are you up?

~ Ross ~: I'm gonna go to McDonald's

~ Ross ~: Wanna come with or do you want me to bring you back something?

McDonalds? At 1 in the morning? What does he think you are? Someone who would just go out late at night just for some food?

Damn right. You smiled and sent back your little message

> Y/n <: Sure! I'll be waiting for you to come get me!

> Y/n <: See you soon!

You quickly threw on shoes and a jacket and quietly snuck to the living room to wait. Not too much time passed and he texted you saying he was here for you.

You stepped out into the cool night, quietly closing the door behind you. There, Ross was in his pajamas. It seems his late night Mcdonalds trip was last minute.

"Nice pajamas" You teased, causing him to blush and look at the ground.

"You uhm..have nice nightwear too.." He muttered. He was always this sucky at social interaction. He didn't talk much, but that wasn't too weird knowing Ross.

You stepped closer to him, him starting to walk with you to a nearby fast food joint. You were feeling a bit bold today, so you subtly and gently held onto his hand. He jolted a bit and looked down at your hands. Your hand was much smaller than his and much softer and colder.

He looked away, his cheeks still pink. Though, you knew he liked this sudden hand holding by the fact that your hand was softly squeezed by him.

The walk was cool and quiet. There wasn't much sound besides the hushed wind and the quiet taps of both you and Ross's shoes against the concrete. It didn't take much longer til the two of you were able to get to a McDonald's.

He let you in first. You chuckled at his act of respect and gentlemanly actions. He was taught from his mom and dad to always be respectful, especially toward women, so he definitely took those pieces of advice to heart.

He walked with you to the counter and looked at the menu.

"Uhm...What do you want?" He asked.

"Oh...Just (favorite meal)" You responded, leaning on his arm. He didn't know why you were suddenly so loving and affectionate, but he adored it.

Not much time passed and the two of you received your warm, fresh food and sat down in a booth. He sat in front of you. The two of you began to eat the wonderfully delicious trash food.

You weren't paying attention to anything besides your food, however Ross had his attention on you. How messy your hair looked. How sleepy you looked. How pretty you looked. How happy you looked eating some food.

He couldn't help but just smile at you. You briefly looked up at him and noticed his goofy smile.

"What?" You chuckled out. Time for Ross to get s little bold.

"Nothing...you just look really cute" He muttered, taking a small sip of his drink. He could hear his heart beating hard. You were taken aback, but smiled at him.

"Well...You look cute too...Oh, by the way, thanks for the food!"

He would look down, having his goofy smile still.

"You're welcome"

Silence befell you both. But it wasn't awkward. It was just the company the two of you wanted, and that was enough.

#fluff #x reader #spooky month #spooky month ross #hatzgang #hatzgang x reader #spooky month ross x reader

[canofspooks]

Phantom Goes Cross-Country (Chapter 3)

Chapter Summary: The gang finds themselves in another ghost town… literally. Turns out Amity isn't alone in its problems with the supernatural.

Words: 1550

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Sam woke up not long after Tucker had finally given in to his badgering and gone to sleep. Or, at least pretended to. That left Danny to answer all of Sam's burning questions, like "how far is the nearest rest stop?" and "who taught you to drive?"

He condensed the last several hours into a few minutes pretty easily. It was mostly staring blankly at the road, listening to pop songs on the radio with the occasional interruption of smalltalk.

"We're doing Phantom bullshit… why, exactly?" Sam asked, after he explained his and Tucker's plan.

"'Cause it'll be fun."

"I thought this whole trip was about you quitting the Phantom schtick for a couple weeks."

"- Nope." He didn't wait for the question to fester. "This trip means I don't have to flip burgers for a couple weeks. Phantom is way more fun."

In the rearview mirror, he did not miss Sam's incredulous stare. He waited for her to protest, but she only shrugged. "If you say so. But, if it gets too much, you always have the chance to back out."

"Thanks. Now where do we want to crash for the night- or… morning?"

While he and Sam scoped the area out for a motel, Danny felt a little silly for expecting any culture shock from a single day of driving. They'd crossed state lines and escaped the ectoplasmic mist that surrounded Amity Park, but spooky ghost towns seemed to be a dime a dozen. This one just traded Amity's deceptive suburban charm for trailer homes and boarded-up shops.

If the dozens of stores creatively named things like "Platwoods Automotive" and "Platwoods General" were anything to go by, Danny would hazard a guess that the town was named Platwoods. If he was wrong, then the ghost of the town's founder could fight him in a McDonald's parking lot while they were here. Like any good dying town in the rust belt, it seemed like the only building that had been constructed since the 1800s.

The night, or what remained of it, went about as smoothly as it could've. They got a motel room, realized the lock could be easily broken, came to terms with the idea of being killed in their sleep, and woke up the next morning surprisingly not dead. Not even a full day back on the job, and Team Phantom was already winning.

First stop that morning? Food. The only place open on the quiet Saturday morning was a small diner nearby, which Danny would've almost mistaken for someone's house if not for the "OPEN" sign taped to the window. The inside of the diner was much the same, looking like someone had knocked down the walls of a standard 2-bedroom home and filled it with a few tables and chairs to make the front rooms into a seating area. Despite its small size, the place wasn't particularly cozy. It was partially their fault for wandering in at the crack of dawn when there were no other customers to give the place a warm, welcoming vibe, but Danny wasn't sure the presence of a few more people would've offset the flickering light fixtures and excessive amount of rooster statues and paintings.

Still, Danny was hungry, and no amount of red flags would've stopped him from at least ordering a cup of coffee to keep him going for a few more hours. Tucker and Sam were more adventurous, ordering actual food and forcing him to get something as well. Rosie, the waitress and the only other person they'd seen that morning, seemed to find their nagging amusing.

She came back with a decanter full of coffee, a smile on her face despite the early morning.

"So, what brings you three to Platwoods? I haven't seen your faces around here before," Rosie asked. Danny couldn't place her age if there was a gun to his head. She had that "old, but probably has better knees than you" look that came with people who are always on their feet, so… anywhere from 50 to 100.

He let Sam and Tucker do the talking, busying himself with pouring out coffee for the table. He was too distracted by the chill seeping into his chest to do much else. Bit early in the morning for ghosts, but at least it meant he wouldn't have to wait.

Tucker got that look on his face that he was all too familiar with - time to lay on the Tucker charm. Or, try. "We heard there might be a ghost problem in the area. Do you know anything about that?"

Danny was so used to Tucker's "charisma" being laughable at best, he wasn't expecting actual charm. But against all odds, there it was: the bright smile, the warm voice, the hands placed carefully like any small change would have ruined the entire facade. If he didn't know better, he would've thought Tucker had gone into politics, not cybersecurity.

"I s'pose we do have ghosts, sure. Not that I'd call them a problem." Rosie's cheerful tone wavered a bit. "You're not one of those California kids, are you? Hollerin' around in the dead of night, tryin' to wake the dead-"

"- No ma'am, we're just researching the history-"

"- for our short film," Sam added. "It's about the history and culture of the towns in the area. The ghost stuff is just a small part. Do you know anyone we could interview about their life growing up here?"

"Eddie Scott runs a little museum downtown. Once you get him started, you're gonna have a hard time shuttin' him up. Food should be ready, I'll be right back."

Rosie went into the back through two saloon-style doors. As she left, he finally let out the breath he'd been holding. It came out cold, and visible enough that Tucker and Sam didn't even miss a beat when he muttered under his breath,

"She's possessed."

Tucker relaxed. "Ghost problem indeed."

"So how do we want to handle this?" Sam warmed her hands around her coffee mug. "God, I forgot how cold it gets when you're in the zone."

"Sorry. Not used to doing this with other people around anymore."

He exhaled, pushing all the cold that radiated from his core into his breath. For a brief moment, it looked like he'd just stumbled out of a freezer. Then everything settled, and Danny was pretty confident he had a semi-normal temperature again.

"Better?"

Sam nodded. "Much better."

He looked over to Tucker to find that his friend was giving a nasty look to something over his shoulder. Danny turned and saw in the window a white truck with a familiar marking on the side driving slowly through the street. It was pristine, as expected from the G.I.W., and so out of place among the rusted bumpers and faded paint of the cars parked on the side of the street.

"Danny, quit it," Sam whispered, nudging his foot. It was only then that he realized he was hissing under his breath. Damn it. He'd never been good at separating Fenton from Phantom as a kid. Never got better over time, really. The people of Amity Park just learned to accept the eccentricities of his family, and Danny as just another product of whatever curse had befallen the Fenton bloodline. He got away with a lot: hissing at Dash, forgetting to blink as often as he should, wandering the town in the dead of night. It was all just another quirk that could be brushed off.

Now he'd actually have to try to act normal. He cleared his throat to cut off another fresh bout of hissing. "What the hell are they doing here?"

"You know 'em too?" Rosie appeared suddenly at their table, a tray in hand. Danny nearly jumped out of his skin - literally. That would've been a disaster. She passed out the plates and set the tray on a nearby table, curiosity gleaming in her eyes.

Tucker didn't have the time to ease into a more charismatic facade, his voice cracking about halfway through. "Y-yeah, they came to our hometown… must've been eight years ago? Danny, are they still around?"

"Yep." He didn't bother disguising the bite in his tone.

"Damn, I was hoping you'd know how the hell to get rid of 'em. Folks are gettin' antsy. I figure it's only a matter of time before something bad happens."

"Do you know why they came here in the first place?" Sam asked.

"Some detective went missing, couple weeks ago. Suddenly you can't go nowhere in town without seeing some bigshot in a white suit. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that one out."

Danny wasn't a fan of the G.I.W., and this ghost could tear them a new one for all he cared, but he really didn't want to watch another town dragged into a turf war between the undead and the federal government.

"While you're in town, I'd steer clear of them if I were you," Rosie muttered under her breath, looking between the window, then at Danny. "They don't like folks like us."

A sleepy town, a missing detective, a ghost problem, and the G.I.W. They might have been hundreds of miles from Amity Park, but it felt just like home.

#spooks reign of terror #danny phantom #'decanter' is such a fake fucking word lmao #i have to use it bc that's what It Is but it feels wrong

[romanticallyghosting]

I saw that your requests are open & I’d like to request reader x Yancy where he tries to give reader a nice, romantic date. But knowing him, things don’t go as planned 100% but he’s trying his best & it ends up bein silly / goofy ;w;

A/N: FIRST REQUEST FUCK YEAH (so sorry you have to witness this but you all make me so happy when you follow, send asks, reblog, or like even like a post so ty) also they/them pronouns are used here, hope you don't mind! (I can always switch them out if you would like)

not as proud of this but I like the concept

word count is about 800

Yancy swore that this would be the perfect date. The past three months of parole had flown by for him. He had saved up just enough money to take you out to that fancy restaurant you wanted to try out, and you had told him that you were free this evening. He even made sure to reserve a table for the both of you.

Nothing was going to ruin this date.

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Well fuck. Yancy sat down next to his partner on a bench. Turns out that he hadn't made that reservation like he thought. He typed 1 digit wrong and suddenly he'd dialed some teenage boys with nothing better to do then fuck with him. As if that wasn't bad enough, the soonest they could get a table was 2 hours from now. He sighed before realizing he had an idea.

"Hey doll, how about we's get back in the car. I have anther idea we could try!" He grinned at the stunning person sitting to his right, and they nodded before standing up off the bench and offering Yancy a hand up. He took it, and as soon as Yancy was standing up on two feet, he leaned down and took the opportunity to kiss his significant other's hand, leaving them rather flustered.

He kept their hand in his as they began to walk down the sidewalk and back to their car. While this evening wasn't going to go perfectly due to his lacking technology skills, he could still save it.

Hopping into the car's passenger seat once they arrived, he told (Y/N) to drive back home. When they asked why he only said he needed to grab something from the house rally quick.

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"Here we are!" Yancy exclaimed, taking in his surroundings. The couple had drove to their local park, because Yancy wanted to have a picnic. He admired the trees, the grass, the clouds, the people, the everything that surrounded him at the moment. He felt so at peace here, so at home with his partner that he forgot a relatively crucial detail.

"Yance?" He turned to see you, with your hands reaching around to the back of your head in a futile attempt to undo the knot keeping the blindfold he'd put on you around your eyes.

"Oh right, youse might wanna be able to see huh?" He chuckled to himself before undoing the blindfold and shoving it in his pocket. You both took your happy meals (yes, you had went to McDonalds to grab dinner) and began to eat. He would just ramble on about whatever he felt like, and you would listen and make a comment every now and then. It was the comfortable banter you were used to, and that you'd been missing recently.

"Ooh! (Y/N)! I'se got an idea!" He turned to you with his fries in hand, looking eager to cause chaos of some sort.

"I want to feed the birds!" He exclaimed, glancing around supposedly to find some birds. He looked so excited about it you just couldn't say no.

"Sure Yance, we can feed some of the birds." While you knew it wasn't the best idea long term, you couldn't truthfully said that the thought hadn't crossed your mind quite a few times. You grabbed some fries and turned to a nearby bird before placing the fries nearby. The small bird hopped over closer to get the fries, and it was proving quite difficult not to scoop it up and never put it back down.

"Yance! Look, this ones super close to us!" you nudged the man sitting next to you and whispered to him, worried that doing anything big would cause the bird to fly away.

As if on cue, Yancy whipped his entire body around to catch a glimpse of the bird. The bird, startled by the sudden action, flapped away back onto a nearby tree. It was hard not to giggle when Yancy did this kind of thing. He'd been locked away for so long that he'd forgotten some of the simplest things. He pouted dramatically and collapsed back into your lap, causing you to chuckle.

Just then, you heard a man's voice shout in the distance, causing you to whip your head to the source of the noise. From the sidewalk, the two of you saw an elderly man yelling in your direction. While you couldn't entirely make out what he was saying, he said some thing about feeding birds and the "darn kids" these days. You barely had time to grab your belongings before you and Yancy were running for the car and away from the old man chasing you.

Yancy's dates were never perfect, but that was what made them fun.

#yancy #yancy x reader #ghostly answers #yancy fanfiction #ahwm #a heist with markiplier #iswm part two #markiplier fandom #markiplier egos #markiplier #ahwm yancy #anon :) #I love yancy sm #ty for asking! #ghostly writes