#you don’t get extra credit for something you didn’t do in the fucking first place!!!!!

[greenconverses]

oh no, no, nonononononono you don’t get to retcon the first series basically being an all white cast because now you’ve realized it’s Not A Great Look by blaming publishing standards and pretending that annabeth is presented as anything other than a blonde white girl in the text or any of the marketing material ever.

you wrote her as white! you wrote all the main characters as white and made it very clear when the secondary characters weren’t! it’s fine to admit you just had a blind spot and self-corrected with HoO and the other series!!! you don’t get to go back and retroactively collect diversity points by pretending annabeth is in any way presented as racially ambiguous in the text now that you’ve decided to make a tv show!!!! gaaaaaaaaahhhhhh

#I am beefing with this riordan take and this riordan take alone #you don’t get extra credit for something you didn’t do in the fucking first place!!!!! #see exhibit a: JKR and black!hermione #I absolutely think it’s wonderful that they cast Leah and that she gets this great opportunity #but they don’t get to go back and pretend that he ALWAYS intended to write annabeth as anything but a white blonde girl #YOU DIDN’T DO IT DEAL WITH IT #stop throwing buzzwords around!!!

[moonstruckme]

Omg omg omg I love you writing so so so much!

I was wondering if you could do poly!marauders (or can be just Sirius x reader) where Sirius goes to a tattoo shop and gets a new tattoo and the reader just gets a piercing.

Just rlly cute fluff with Siri holding her hand and babying her for the rest of the day, even tho his procedure (that’s a scary word) is more painful than hers

Thank you love

XoXo

Thank you sweetheart!!

cw: mention of needle

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 607 words

Sirius’ fingers are curled around the inside of your thigh while he drives with the other hand. He hasn’t let go of you for probably a couple of hours now, since you’d first gone into the tattoo shop. At first he’d let you pretend it was for him, holding your hand while the artist inked up the side of his ribs, but it became clear pretty soon after that his touch was your security blanket. You haven’t relinquished it since. 

“Feeling good, sunshine?” he asks, pulling up in front of your place. 

He’s being a little extra gentle with you, which doesn’t seem strictly fair. He’d sat through his whole session with little coddling, didn’t even complain about your bruising hold on his hand when it was your turn. Your eyes had watered something fierce as the needle went through your septum, and Sirius’ eyebrows had pulled together distressfully. He’d brought your hand to his lips, murmuring a You got it onto your knuckles. Meanwhile, his side had to be throbbing the entire time. 

“Mhm,” you reply, brightly as you can. 

“Yeah?” He turns toward you, smiling prettily. “You look good. It suits you, gorgeous.” 

He reaches for your face, and you flinch instinctively away, backing yourself up against the passenger door. Sirius’ eyebrows rise. 

“Sorry,” you laugh at yourself. “Sorry, I just got scared you were gonna touch it.” 

He cocks his head to the side, giving you a deadpan look. “I wasn’t,” he says. “Fuck, babe, give me a little credit. I’ve had piercings before. I just want a kiss.” 

He leans forward again, and again, you dodge. 

“Actually,” you squeak, “I’d feel a lot better if nothing got near my nose. For like, the next several days.” 

He blinks. “You serious?”

“No, that’s you,” you remind him. 

“Funny.” He narrows his eyes at you. “You’re really not going to let me kiss you for the next several days?” 

You shrink a bit under his gaze, the unflinching intensity of it overwhelming. He’s doing it on purpose, you know. But you won’t fold. You know how to get him back. 

You let the pressure that’s stayed stuck in the back of your throat grow, your eyes watering. “I don’t want it to hurt worse,” you say pitifully. 

Predictably, Sirius melts like ice cream on a summer day. “Aw, it still hurts, baby?” He reaches for your face, then, checking himself, detours to your shoulder. His thumb rubs at your clavicle. “Maybe we need to do a saline wash already, it could take out some of the sting.” 

You worry at your lip. You can see Sirius itching to pull it from between your teeth, but he restrains himself, settling for giving you a stern look until you stop. 

“I don’t know if I’m ready for that,” you admit. 

“I can do it for you,” he offers easily. “Oi, don’t look at me like that. I’m not a fucking newbie. I know what I’m doing.” 

“After,” you say tentatively, “can we put on a movie and lay for a while?” 

He grins, slipping his fingers from between your thighs to take your hand in his. He smooches your palm. “I’ve got nothing else going on today, sunshine. And I got us that ice cream for a reason.” 

You perk up, joy sparking to life in your chest. “We have ice cream?” 

“Oh, so that can come close to your face but I can’t?” 

“I’ll be very careful with my spoon,” you tell him gravely. 

“Whatever.” He rolls his eyes, pulling your arm closer to smudge a kiss onto the inside of your wrist. “I can improvise.”

#sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x fem!reader #sirius black x you #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x self insert #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black fanfic #sirius black fic #sirius black fluff #sirius black hurt/comfort #sirius black drabble #sirius black imagine #sirius black scenario #sirius black blurb #sirius black oneshot #sirius black one shot #marauders #the marauders #marauders era #marauders fanfiction #marauders fandom #hp marauders

[chrissfawn]

anything for an A+ .

pairing ;; professor!matt x student!fem!oc

warnings ;; SMUTTTT🤞🤞 , age gap (matt is 27 reader is 22), cursing , making out , oral (m receiving) , p in v , fingering , unprotected sex (pls dont!!) , pet names (princess, sweetheart, etc) , lowercase intended and thats it!

a/n ;; pls bare w me im too shy to write on here but first smut post i hope yall likey!!! this is for my baby kitten whiskers; @mattsluttywaist and @cheetahmadi 🥳🥳 also this looked better in drafts

pink: you

blue: matt

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“remember, no talking during the test.” was what pulled me out of the trance that i was in. i blinked as i noticed that i was staring at my professor for the entire time he talked about the test we were about to take. professor matthew was walking around the class to give everyone the papers.

“if i catch you talking, i will invalidate your test.” i let out a loud sigh as he placed the paper infront of me, remembering me of the last time that i accidentally spoke during an exam and it led me to get a zero. “yes sir.” i picked up my pencil from my pencil case and started to write my name.

a few hours felt like 10 minutes when my professor said that time was up. i looked down at my test for it not to be completed. “fuck.” i mumbled under my breath. my fingers flipped through the pages to see how many questions i had left. many students had started to walk down to the professors desk to turn it in, soon i was the last student in the class.

“ms. stallord, i said time was up.” he spoke, walking up to my desk. i groan and slouch into my chair. “sir, please is it okay if i finish this after school? i cant afford to fail.” i pout as i looked up at him, his arms crossed with his sleeves rolled up. the brunette shook his head, trying to think of something.

“lets do this.” matt said as he grabbed the packet of paper and walked back to his desk, signaling for me to follow him. i swallowed the lump in my throat while walking close enough to him that i could smell his cologne.

i watched him sit down in his desk and taking out what i assumed was the packet with the answers. the classroom remained quiet for a few minutes, the brunette probably grading what i had done. “C-“ he finally spoke up. i roll my eyes and let out a frustrated whine. “seriously??” matt took off his glasses, “its still passing.” he shrugged. i bit my bottom lip and let it bounce back as i thought. “is there anything i can do at all for extra credit?” i asked, tilting my head to the left and taking a seat next to his desk matt let his glasses on top of his head and pressed his fingers against his mouth. “hmmm, not that i know of, i dont think there is sweetheart.” he replied calmly. my heart skipped a beat as he called me sweetheart in such a way. “i would do anything sir. i cant have my mom know i got a C- on this exam.” i was practically begging at this point. “you got that grade because you didn’t finish the test, probably because you were looking at me. that correct?” he asked me, his head tilting to the side with a cocky smirk spread on his lips. i blinked rapidly when i heard what he had said. but to make it worse, he wasn’t lying. i wasn’t even looking, i was staring. “s-sorry what sir?” i muttered quickly. “you really don’t think i notice ms. stallord?” he chuckled a little bit. i stayed quiet, my cheeks a pink hue.

“now that i pointed it out, you stay silent huh?” matthew stated, his eyebrow raised ever so slightly. “no thats not it um.” i spoke quietly. “i don’t really mean to stare its just that uhm. you are very attractive.. sir.” the sentences left my mouth in a sheepish shaky tone. he laughed quietly to my embarrassment. “dont worry about it. i dont mind.” the brunette said, adjusting his seat so he was closer to me now. god i wanted to kiss him so bad. “o-oh okay, im glad sir.” i replied quietly, my eyes flickering to his lips and my tongue licking my lips to rehydrate them. “please, call me matt.” he mumbled, looking at my eyes then my lips. i listened to my gut and leaned in for a kiss, surprisingly getting one from him back.

my eyes fluttered shut, my heart pounding against my chest as my hands found their way to his loose brunette locks that i messed with slightly. matt nibbled on my bottom lip before sliding his tongue into my mouth. i whined softly, now somehow getting ontop of his lap. my legs were now wrapped around his hips and my hands rested on his shoulders. goosebumps covered each piece of skin matt had been touching. i felt one of his hands slide underneath my shirt, i shivered slightly at how cold his hand actually was.

his mouth detached from mine and he started to leave wet open mouthed kisses along my jawline and neck. small moans come out of my mouth as he did so, my hand trailed up to his head and i started to scratch his scalp gently. “will this make up the C-, sir?” i asked in an innocent tone as i looked down at him. “if you kneel for me, perhaps.” matt whispered, letting go of my hips and resting his hands back on the arm rests. i smirked with an obedient nod as i slid off of his lap and in between his legs. i kneeled in between his clothed thighs, my hands sliding up and down on them softly. i unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down and threw them somewhere in the classroom.

matt was left in his light grey boxers that had a small dark stain from his pre-cum on them. my fingers hooked around the waistband of his boxers and i pulled them down. his 7.4in slapped my face lightly as soon as i took off his boxers.

my mouth began to practically drool as soon as i saw him fully. i wrapped my cold palm around his base firmly and stroked him slowly. i made sure to make my thumb slide right through his slit.

“fuckk.” he whined, looking down at me. i looked up at him with innocent doe eyes as my hand began to stroke him up and down a bit more quicker now. i kissed his tip before taking him entirely in my mouth.

i felt his hand turn down to my hair, he grasped it and made it into a makeshift ponytail. my tongue slid over the head of his cock as i bopped my head up and down. i heard a string of swears pouring out of matt’s name while he began to thrust his ups upward. “fuck fuck yes yes.” the brunette groaned out. he started to twitch in my mouth which told me that he was getting close. soon enough, he spewed his cum down my throat. his cock left my mouth with a wet pop. i rubbed off any of his white liquid that was on my mouth. “you did so well.” he purred, i kissed his tip one last time and earning a small whine from him.

i stood back up and before i could say anything, he grabbed me and sat me down on his lap. “oh princess im not done with you.” the brunette said, placing his hands on my hips. my core was begging for any sort of friction.

matt’s hand slid underneath my skirt, his thumb rubbed over my clothed clit gently. a small whine left my lips as i tried to balance myself by having my hands on his shoulders. he hooked his slender fingers on my panties and he pushed them to the side. “your so wet already sweetheart.” he cooed, his fingers tracing my entrance. “dont tease.” i begged with my eyes fixating onto his face. matt tilted his head to the side as he slowly shoved his digits inside of my cunt.

his fingers slid easily in and out of me, they curled against my g-spot occasionally. i bit my bottom lip to hold back my small whimpers as i clenched around him. “oh shit.” i breathed out, my head leaning back slightly. matt thrusted his fingers in and out while the familiar knot started to form in my stomach. his slender digits continued to stab my pussy, but before i could finish on them he slid them out. “why’d you stop?” i pout with a small whimper. “not letting you finish just yet sweetheart.” matt spoke softly as he aligned his tip with my cunt.

before anything else, he slowly thrusted into me. as soon as he was inside of me, i made sure to squeeze around him perfectly. “tell me when i can move.” the brunette whispered so i could get a chance to adjust to his size. matt’s finger tips grazed my hips gently, his eyes fixated on my face. “o-okay.” a shaky moan left my lips. with no hesitation, he started to thrust in and out of me.

i leaned my head back when his tip kissed my sweet spot within every thrust. matt rested his hands against my hips a bit more roughly as he rutted his hips into mine. god he was so deep inside of me. i guess i was being a little bit too loud that caused matt to shove two of his fingers down my throat. “gotta be quiet baby.” he whispered, still plunging himself into my wet core. i coated his digits with my salvia, using the opportunity to do so. “m’so close sir.” i whine out when matt slid his fingers out of my mouth. his tip stabbed my cervix a few more times before the knot in my stomach started to form again. i felt him twitching inside of me, letting me know that he was about to cum again. “cum for me sweetheart.” he moaned out as his hips began to stutter into mine.

after a few more thrusts, i came all over his cock. it wasn’t too long before matt came deep inside of me ether. he fucked me through our high before he pulled himself out. “so, can i get an A+ now?” i asked with a small smirk spread on my face. “yes, you can sweetheart.”

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a/n part 2: i started writing this at 4am and i finished at 4pm 😭😭 sorry if this isnt that good i hate writing fics publicly 😕

#sturniolo triplets #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo x reader #i need him #haven yaps

[sluttsumu]

ೃ࿐ feat. gojo satoru

warning: 18+, teacher x student, vaginal penetration, gojo being a naughty little minx, praise of you squint

ೃ࿐ ki’s note: i’m switching to lower case! so it’s intended, not proof read but enjoy professor gojo fixing his students lil problem ♡︎

pussy hungry professor, satoru gojo.

it’s been a while, ya know? since he’s heard the whole “i’ve been baaaaaad professor” speech. even though all of his female students would practically fall to their knees if presented the chance, but very few were actually bold enough to take matters into their own hands.

“how so?” he tilts his head, holding back a smirk. he wants to see how this’ll play out, right now he remembers seeing better acting in a porno. “you come to class timely, and return all of your assignments to me on time. so,” he leans forward, fabric sliding against the wood on his desk. his palm makes way for his chin to rest as he watches you. “help me understand your problem.”

you sat on the corner of his desk innocently placing your hands in your lap. except nothing was innocent about this at all, a teacher and a student was taboo no matter the circumstances. that didn’t stop the lust you had, every time he spoke, handed out a worksheet, called your name, it added gas to a fire that should’ve been put out since you started school.

“you distract me sir, make me nervous…”

gojo wasn’t buying this at all, that little scared look on your face along with the way you play with the hem on your skirt was just turning him on. “nervous?” he stands, meeting you in between your legs, standing in the void space. “you seem so comfortable sitting on my desk like this, hmm?”

“you’re a great student,” his hands creep up your thighs sending goosebumps to the rest of you skin. so cute, he thought. “why don’t i give you some extra credit since you’re always so good for me?”

you seemed like you needed something so gojo chose to give you a push, the ball was now in your court and he knew that’d you act like this wasn’t what you came in here for. how far were you willing to let your little fantasy go?

“s-sir? what do you mean… i-”

your fake obliviousness fell on deaf ears as he moved your panties to the side hiking up your skirt in the process while his thumb found your clit, rubbing small circles on the bundle of nerves. “what i-if someone sees us.” you protest, tucking in your bottom lip to restrain the sounds of your pleasure from him toying with you.

“my door’s locked after hours, you know that ♡︎”

seeing you squirm under his touch has a tent forming in his dress pants, he could feel you getting wetter and wetter by the second. your face was really undoing him though. the flushed expression of pent up heat, he knew it all to well. “please,” you beg, head hanging back as he continues teasing your aching cunt.

“big girl words, just like the ones you use in all those papers you write me.”

“need you—! inside please.”

that was what he liked to hear, not the “b-but we shouldn’t.” bullshit you were spewing earlier. this was the type of work he loved seeing sprawled on his desk. his favourite straight A student earning her first D of the semester.

the sound of his belt buckle echoing quickly progressed to him rubbing against your folds, sinking into your throbbing cunt so fucking slowly, almost agonizing.

“christ,” he huffs, wrapping his arms around the plush of your thighs — spreading you open. “tight fuckin’ fit.”

you can’t believe this is happening, he’s so fucking big your cunt can’t help but flutter around him, and he fucking feels it. feels the way you’re squeezing him in like his cock belongs here, nuzzled between the folds of his star student.

“s’big, too big..” your hand flies to your stomach feeling him move in and out of you as you grow slicker. “ ‘m here,” he grunts, placing his hand atop yours pushing your top half to lie flat. “right here princess.” the pressure grows while he forces you to feel him, making you press down on your own stomach. “sir!!!”

your cunning teacher loves watching the way he makes you feel, hearing every moan, watching you spread open for him in the very place he teaches you every day. it’s so lewd but he doesn’t want to think about that, no, he can only think of how fucking tight you feel around his cock which you practically begged for the entire semester. gojo never wants it to end, rutting his hips into you that much faster at the thought of you practically fucking yourself in your seat for him yet he was too stubborn to notice.

“still nervous? or do you love getting fucked and filled by your professor.”

sluttsumu 2023

#*ೃ༄ ratedK #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk smut #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jjk gojo #jjk x reader #jjk imagines #gojo x you #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk satoru #satoru smut #jjk drabbles #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk thirsts #jjk scenarios #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #gojo satoru smut #satoru gojo smut #gojou satoru x you #jjk fic #gojo x y/n #gojo x female reader

[shaybreezy-17]

Zoro and the Aphrodisiac (Zoro x Fem!Reader)

smutty, silly lil one shot ;p

*TW: Explicit/sexual content*

Fanart credits to: @rrrotten!

This image makes me feel things every time I look at it 🙈…

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It was a dark and stormy night on the Thousand Sunny, but that didn’t stop you from heading into the kitchen for a midnight snack…

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“What are you doing with that?!” You whispered, slapping Nami’s hand away from the booze barrel she was pouring something into.

“Relax! It’s just a little calming sedative for the boys to chill out tomorrow morning so I can rummage through their clothes and sell some of the ugly ones for a couple extra berries.” She had her tongue out in focus, pouring a clear substance into the barrel. “Something caught my eye in one of the boutiques in town…”

She placed the bottle down to mix what was inside the barrel, so you picked it up to inspect it, making a mental note to bother her about what she wanted later.

The label had a bunch of hearts and upon reading it a bit further, “MAXIMUM STRENGTH AROUSAL SEDATIVE?” You gasped. “Nami, this might put them to sleep but we’re gonna have to spend a couple hours running away from them first… it’s like an aphrodisiac or worse! Practically liquid viagra…”

Snatching the bottle out of your hands, she read the label carefully, scrunching her eyebrows. “Well, fuck.” She chuckled nervously, “At least they’ll knock out eventually…”

“We have to do something about this before breakfast in the morning.” You sighed, placing the lid back on the barrel. “Should we just toss it out now that everyone’s asleep?”

Nami opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a larger presence behind her.

“Throw what away? Better not be talkin’ about my sake.” It was Zoro. He walked past Nami, approaching the barrel.

“Hands off, now.” He lowered his voice, eyes on your hand over the barrel. “Why are you meddling with my stuff?”

You looked over at Nami, silently begging for help.

“It’s pretty late, huh? I’m just gonna leave you two…” Nami began to back out of the kitchen, mouthing an “I’m sorry” before closing the door behind her.

She’s so dead tomorrow, you thought.

Looking back over at Zoro, “You can’t drink this, bud.” You retorted, placing your other hand on it.

He looked visibly more annoyed. “This isn’t a barrel for everyone to drink out of, it has my sake in it so who the hell do you think you’re talking to?” He began to walk toward you, forcing you to back up into the kitchen wall. “Y/N, you just pissed me off and it’s late. You should go to bed.”

“But, I-”

“Go. To. Bed.”

You rolled your eyes, wishing he’d stop treating you like a child.

If he wanted a drink so bad, he was about to find out why he should’ve stayed outta that damn barrel the hard way.

You opted for sleeping at the Sick Bay for the night as you were sure if you saw Nami right now in the Girls’ bedroom area, you’d probably lash out on her over Zoro annoying you.

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As you drifted in and out of consciousness, you felt your body being shaken by something. You opened your eyes, blinking a couple times to adjust them but all you could see was a blurry silhouette hovering over you in the dimly lit room.

“About fucking time you get up!” Zoro whispered. “I was looking all over for you.”

You sat up in confusion, rubbing your eyes. “You here to pick a fight over your stupid booze again?”

“No, idiot.” Zoro spat, “You put something in my sake! It’s making me feel… weird.”

“It wasn’t me and you’re the idiot for drinking from the barrel when I told you not to!” You slapped his shoulder.

“I don’t take orders from you last time I checked.” He scoffed.

“Yeah? Look where that got you now.” You retorted. “Get out if you don’t need anything else from me.”

He licked his lips, “You always been this feisty or am I just noticing?”

The sudden change in his behavior threw you off guard, but you knew the affect must have been kicking in worse by now.

“Oh, shut up.” You lightly shoved his chest, “That drink is messing you up, making you feel things you shouldn’t…”

He sat on the bed, leaning towards you. “The drink that you’re responsible for spiking?”

“I-I didn’t-”

He began to caress one side of your face, giving you the most intense eye contact he’s ever had, “I think it’s only fair that you’re responsible for relieving me of what I’m feeling right now…”

You were speechless. It was like Zoro left and let Sanji posses his sexy body. This was so unlike him.

You tried to dismiss the fact that the closer he got to you, the more you realized just how damn good looking he was.

“I need you, Y/N.” He whispered, thumb rubbing the corner of your mouth. His eyes followed, looking down at your lips. He licked his own intently. “Make me feel good.”

His voice made you weak in the knees. You closed your eyes in defeat, letting him finally kiss you.

You were torn between wanting him to make you his or still hating him for never taking you seriously and it caused a fire within you. You kissed him back, angry with passion.

You shoved him, making him lay down at the edge of the bed. Crawling on top of him, you kissed him again. You wanted control of him and this situation so badly… you wanted him to take you serious.

Zoro couldn’t handle his excitement as you felt him struggling to take off his pants until you felt something long and hard spring out and slap against your ass. Breaking the kiss, you positioned yourself over his pre-cum soaked penis.

“Slow and steady,” He placed a hand on your hip to support you, “I don’t wanna tear you up just yet…”

His words made your pussy throb. Looking down at his penis, you lowered yourself down, pushing him further and further inside… 

Once he was fully inside, you clenched your stomach, letting out a tiny grunt. He let out a smirk knowing he would be a lot for you to handle.

Rolling your eyes, you balanced yourself upright before you started working upwards and downwards on his cock. Zoro’s eyes closed shut and he let out a moan before stifling it by biting his hand.

This gave you a nudge of confidence as you began to quicken up your pace. Following your lead, he placed his hands on your waist, lifting you up as he began to thrust up inside you.

He threw his head back and you heard a stringy mess of the word “FuUuUcK!”

Before you knew it, he flipped you over so you were below him. “Sorry, Y/N, but I’m about to destroy you. I won’t hold back anymore.”

Without giving you a moment to even register what he had just said, he shoved himself back inside you causing you to tremble at the feeling of him completely spreading you apart, hitting all the right places.

He fucked you so hard, letting all of his past frustrations and desires toward you roll out with every thrust he made.

“Fuck! I hate you and how good you make me feel.” He growled, not letting up anytime soon.

Without even thinking, you reached up and slapped him across the face. His expression flashed with anger but quickly turned into something darker and more lustful…

“Not rough enough for ya?” He grinned, repositioning your legs over his shoulders to dig even deeper inside you, wrapping one of his hands around your throat as he spit into your mouth. “You’re taking me so fucking well, Y/N, I’m a little surprised.”

Little did he know, you began to feel an orgasm coming on. The way he was so rough with you yet made you feel so good had the knot in your stomach forming, tighter than ever, as your body begged you to let yourself cum.

Zoro hovered over you completely now, digging his face in your neck, leaving bites and kisses all over you. He pulled down your dress at the neckline, letting your breasts come out. As he sucked on your left nipple, he let his hand find your throat again. You couldn’t help but throw your head back at the overwhelming sensations he was giving you, rolling your eyes in pleasure.

“Zoro!” You screamed, “I-I’m gonna-”

Unable to finish your sentence, you felt that knot in your belly pulsating with energy that you were just dying to release. Running your fingers through Zoros hair, you gripped it as you felt yourself coming undone.

You let out a bunch of stringy moans and curse words as you came all over his cock, quivering under him as you attempted to push him out of you, but he held you and your hips down in place and kept ravaging your pussy.

You began to wimper with every additional thrust he gave you after you came. Your pussy was so sensitive now, you felt like you’d cum again any minute now.

Knowing you had no choice but to beg for him for mercy. “P-please, Zoro!” You struggled to find the words as he seemed to have fucked the shit out of the brains you once had, “I-I can’t take it anymore!”

You felt his pace get sloppier by the minute, his breathing heavier than before. You were both covered in each others sweat, but you were too dick-drunk to care or else you woulda dragged the both of you to the showers.

Zoros groans got louder as he fought back his own orgasmic sensation. His throbbing cock made your walls tighten around him even more, causing even more pleasurable agony for him. Eventually, he shoved his cock deeper inside you, making sure not to leave a single inch out. It pulsated and throbbed, followed by Zoro moaning your name loudly in your ear as he released deep inside you.

-

You were both utterly exhausted. Zoro let himself lay on you, no longer supporting up his body weight. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and your arms around his neck. You both laid in silence, only the sounds of you both trying to catch your breath could be heard.

“You look a mess.” Zoro smiled, kissing your forehead, moving a strand of hair out of your face. “A very, very sexy mess.”

“I promise you look worse.” You replied, playfully shagging up his hair. “Well, now you do. Look at that mess on your head.”

He gently flipped you back over so you were on top and he was resting on his back. He looked up at you with sleepy eyes, almost in a drunken state. “Whaddya say we both drink out of that barrel tomorrow night?”

“No way!” You slapped him on the shoulder, “You just wanna go for round two tomorrow, you horny fuck.”

His face formed into a grin as he let his hands rub your naked inner thighs as you straddled him, “More like round six, let’s keep this going ‘til sunrise and save sleeping for the morning.”

“How ambitious of you,” You chuckled, remembering he took a sedative that was clearly already kicking in, but still giving in to the urge to challenge him once more before he was out for good, “to think you’d last much longer…”

#zoro #one piece #anime #roronoa zoro #x reader #zoro x reader #manga #oneshot

[alleycatchitchat]

Kung Fu Panda 4 Initial Reactions

Just got back from the theater! Here are my thoughts. I'll try to be vague about the plot, but be warned: spoilers below.

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So I went into the theater with rock-bottom spirits. I had seen the cringeworthy previews, read the disheartening reviews, connected the unsatisfactory dots and concluded that the movie I was about to see would be a nasty dumpster fire of a train wreck. And yet kfp played such a big role in my childhood that I couldn't just stay away. Filled with dread and morbid curiosity, I braced myself for the worst.

And it wasn't that bad.

Don't get me wrong; this movie made some decisions that I HUGELY disagree with. And compared to the other kfp movies, it's undeniably lousy. But it didn't ruin the franchise for me and I actually enjoyed myself in the theater.

Listing off my thoughts in no particular order:

Zhen. She is, to my surprise, a lot less irritating that I expected. The trailers don't do her justice and Awkwafina's voice was a whole lot less jarring than I expected. In terms of actual personality and even backstory, I liked her! However. Let's be honest, her design is shit. She looks like someone's Zootopia self-insert. She feels totally out of place in this movie -- particularly, during the end credits when she's side-by-side with the five (who all have the most beautiful stylized designs). Also, plotwise, WHAT is she doing in this film? Spoiler alert: she becomes the new dragon warrior. Spoiler alert again: yes, this is every bit as random and undeserved as you can imagine.

Furious Five: Were not in the movie. First of all, fuck you dreamworks, how dare you withold my children? My darlings? The loves of my life? Their absence is keenly felt and the plot is emptier without them, and I mean that with complete sincerity. I’m also going to point out the obvious; if there has to be a new Dragon Warrior, and I’m not saying that’s a good plot idea, but if there has to be, it should be Tigress. It makes the most sense thematically and the possibilities are just so good – developing her relationship with Po as he provides guidance, facing her feelings of inadequacy, exploring her connections with Shifu and the rest of the five — I could go on and on. The wasted potential is breathtaking. To be honest, it kinda feels like Zhen was written to replace her(using a hug to de-escalate a fight with Po, anyone?). Fanfic writers, I need a rewrite of this movie with Tigress, stat.

TAI LUNG! He was obviously played for nostalgia and there was no concrete point to his lines or presence. He was also written, if you ask me, pretty out of character. I’m still fuming over the fact that they brought him back and we don’t get to see Shifu’s reaction at all. Again, the wasted potential is breathtaking. When compared with Kai and Shen, who have NO speaking lines, it’s obvious that dreamworks just didn’t want to pay for extra actors. I thought that his acceptance of Po as the Dragon Warrior at the end was super cool, but there was NO lead up, NO meaningful character development to make this feel sincere, and again, it would have hit much harder if Tigress or Shifu were also there or if Po was NOT giving up the title. That being said, I never thought he would appear in a movie again, and I’m happy to have any crumbs I can get. They did a bad job, yes, but they BROUGHT HIM BACK. 

Po’s dads! Their side story was goofy and unnecessary but fun, and I enjoyed it. Also maybe it’s just me but the romantic tension between them is AMPED UP – does Li, like, live at the restaurant now? And they spend the movie acting like the most married couple ever. And when Li bursts into the tavern to rescue Mr. Ping, who looks at him with those starstruck eyes – well. I’m just saying. I think there’s something going on there.

I liked the Chameleon! Yeah, her whole gimmick is a little bit ripped off from Kai, but she’s sinister and greedy and badass, so she’s the real deal. I actually thought she was scarier than previous villains – there was less comic relief, maybe? I can only think of one instance where she’s presented in a comedic light, and even then, the tension just picked right up from where it left off. Which is strange, because the rest of the movie is a lot more lighthearted than previous films.

The pacing was weird. Too fast.

Shifu was cute in this movie. More Shifu please!

The reaction to Tai Lung’s return was WEIRD. It’s obvious Dreamworks didn’t want to dedicate time or effort to what was, essentially, a red herring. But. Plot-wise, it’s SO WEIRD that Po would try to face him with no backup. And the fact that we didn’t get to see Shifu’s reaction AT ALL, ugh. Realistically speaking I think Shifu would try to go face Tai Lung, no matter how “inner peace”-y he is now. Like come on, Tai Lung was his son, for crying out loud! 

The goats at the start? Also weird designs. Feel out of place.

Mantis got married! What the heck? (neutral about this, but it was definitely unexpected.)

In general, the plot was weird. It didn’t feel meaningful and it didn’t quite fit in with the rest of the kfp universe. Storytelling decisions were just plain bad. But as a standalone movie, it was not… terrible. Not irredeemable. I think, if Tigress had taken Zhen’s place, this could have actually worked. But she didn’t, and it didn’t.

So I’m going to headcanon it as fake and just stick to loving the first 3 movies. I don’t regret watching it, but there were huge problems that prevented me from enjoying it to its full potential.

#I am seriously considering rewriting this movie with Tigress as the new dragon warrior. my babygirl deserves justice. #kung fu panda #kung fu panda 4 #kfp #kfp 4 #kung fu panda spoilers #kung fu panda 4 spoilers #kfp 4 spoilers #kfp tai lung #kfp po #kfp zhen #kfp chameleon #the furious five

[poopwons]

~~Had a Bad Day~~ Ft. Jean Kirstein

Synopsis: your boyfriend doesn't take credit for any of the sweet things he does for you when you have a bad day at work.

Content: fluff, comfort, Jeanie is a dreamboat

a/n: just a lil comfort. no slander to anyone named Jessica, I just needed a name and picked one. wrote this for the lovely @jeanboyjean I hope it's everything you wanted💜💜💜💜

Today started out great. You woke up early, got ready, and left for work. When you stopped for coffee, the barista offered you a second drink, saying they made one wrong, which you gladly accepted. However, the mood was rapidly killed when you walked into work.You get a little chat on your screen from Teams, your boss calling you in for something. Your stomach drops automatically. After receiving an absolute reaming for something that wasn’t your fault, you go back to your desk completely deflated. Of course the newbie on your team screwed something up. Fucking Jessica. She didn’t pay enough attention to anything she did, regardless of how many times you’ve tried to correct that behavior and you just got in trouble for it since, technically, “you’re in charge of her since she’s on your team.” 

The day goes from bad to worse. When you go out for lunch, they didn’t have the ONE thing you’d been craving all day, someone almost rear ended you on your way back to the office, and when you finally do get back there’s a mountain of work waiting for you. You pull out your phone, smiling at the text that was already there. 

9:38AM

Hope my beautiful baby has the best day today. Miss you already❤️

God, this man. You swear he always knows what to do even when he has no idea what’s going on. You smile to yourself, the day already looking a little bit brighter.

1:02PM

My day’s actually not going too great, got yelled at first thing, then lunch was disappointing, oh and guess who didn’t do her work properly AGAIN? But your morning text helped. I miss you too ):

You put your phone away to avoid getting scolded and start working on your pile of work. Thankfully the rest of the day goes by pretty fast, thanks to your complete inability to even look up from your computer screen. You think about calling Jean on your way home, but it’s only a twenty minute drive, and you’ll see him soon enough, so you don’t bother. 

Walking through the door in a huff you put your things down and toe off your shoes, ready to shower and wash this awful day away and spend time with Jean. you walk into the kitchen and a smile curls on your lips. Sitting on the counter was a beautiful vase of flowers, that certainly hadn’t been there when you left this morning. Jean comes around the corner wrapping you in a big hug, lifting you up off the ground and squeezing. 

“Hi, Pretty,” He says with a grin as he sets you down, tilting your chin towards his to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. He doesn’t even let you get a word in before he’s gently steering you towards the bathroom. “Now, you shower, relax, I put out your comfy clothes for you when you’re done. Let me worry about dinner, ‘kay?” He presses another kiss to your head. 

“You’re the best,” you smile at him, “Thank you for my flowers, by the way, they’re lovely.”

“I didn’t buy those for you.” He lies with a grin, before leaving you in the bathroom to shower. 

You wash off the day, spending a little extra time massaging shampoo into your scalp as the warm water cascades over you, music turned all the way up so you can hear it over the spray. It’s so loud in fact, that you don’t even hear when Jean sneaks back in, leaving a fresh-from-the-dryer towel out for you, before going back out. You turn the water off and get out, pleasantly surprised to wrap a warm towel around you.

After changing, you come back out into the kitchen where there are take out containers from your favorite place, favorite meal in them. Along with a little basket sitting on the counter that was filled with face masks, a new nail polish color, a book you’d mentioned really wanting to read weeks ago, and some chocolates. Jean’s in the living room, turning on your favorite movie before coming up and kissing you again. 

“Good shower?” 

“Very good. My towel even warmed itself up, isn’t that cool?” You grin at him, as he takes the food over to the sofa, while you follow.

“Well, I did buy the self-heating ones. I might have forgotten to mention that.”

“Did the food order itself too? And that cute little gift basket on the counter must have assembled itself.” 

“Yeah, what a wild time to be alive.” He smiles at you again, pressing a little kiss to your forehead before settling down to eat with you. 

Sitting in the comfort of your living room, favorite movie on, with a gorgeous boyfriend who’s willing to do such sweet things for you all the time? Maybe your day hasn’t been so bad after all.

#jean x reader #snk jean #jean kirstein #so cute 🥰 #aot fanfiction #aot #aot fluff

[the1975attheirverybest]

COUNTDOWN TO SATVB

True Romance

A/N: an Education extra. Matty and Amelia’s first ever date. Dedicated to one of my favorite humans @x-a-black-winged-dove-x

Warnings: none

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“You don’t like your food, do you?” Matty nodded down at Amelia’s full plate. 

“Hmm?” She wasn’t even listening.

“You hate the food.”

”What? No, no! No I don’t hate it!” She’d overdone it with the fake enthusiasm, sounding more excited than anyone needs to be about dinner. She stabbed her fork into the food, stuffing it into her mouth. 

Matty giggled, reaching over the table and stopping her hand. “You don’t have to do all that. I know you hate it. You’ve been pushing the food around from one side of the plate to the other all night.”

Amelia looked down at her plate to escape Matty’s penetrating gaze. He knew her well. Too well to be lied to. She shrugged. “It’s just….I don’t know if I’ve ever told you, but, I’m a vegetarian.”

“A vegeta-“ realization hit him like a lightening rod. “Fuck!”

The expensive elderly people in thr eco shave suits and dresses sitting around the overly priced restaurant turned around, scandalized by Matty’s language. 

Amelia bit her lip. “Husshhh!! Matty! Be quiet.”

“You’re a vegetarian. I knew that. I did! I promise. I- I- just….forgot. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I’ll get you something else. anything you want. Doesn’t even have to be on the menu. Hold on. I’ll have the chef himself come out here…”

Amelia found his flustered fumbling both endearing and amusing. “Hey, hey, hey. Matty…calm down. It’s all good. I’m fine, I’ll just…pick at the side vegetables.”

“What? That’s not happening. You’ve got to eat. A real meal. I’m not going out with a rabbit.”

“It’s honestly not that big of a deal. The things I’m wearing underneath this dress and too uncomfortable, anyway. I’d burst in two if I eat anything real.”

Matty’s shoulders slumped in defeat. He covered his face with his hands, fighting the urge to scream. He rubbed his eyes, frustrated. 

“Let’s just go home, Amelia.”

“What?! No! Matty, please- it’s really fine. I’ll eat anything. We don’t have to go….”

It was too late, Matty had already waved the waiter over and produced a credit card out of his wallet, whispering to the waiter to bring over the bill. 

“C’mon.” He stuck his hand out to her, helping her out of the chair and carrying her purse for her. 

The walked in silence under the starry night sky, the cobblestone pavements echoing in the quiet around them. 

Amelia’s hand felt sweaty in Matty’s hold. She felt tied to a ticking time bomb. Waiting for him to explode any minute was too painful, she decided to get ahead of it. 

“Matty? I’m sorry.” She whispered, sounding meek and small. “Sorry, I ruined our date.”

Matty had been lost in thought, looking up at the sky, pondering his situation, so it took him a moment to fully grasp what she’d said. But when he did, it appalled him. 

“What? Did you just apologize to me?” He frowned down at her. 

“Well….umm…yeah. Cuz, like….you’re obviously upset. And I get it. It’s our first official date. And you went through the trouble of finding this really fancy place, and-“

“Amelia, why are you apologizing to me? It’s not your fault. It’s mine. I should know my date’s dietary preferences. It’s the most basic, minimal expectation. And I do. I know you’re not a meat eater. But I ordered for you. Didn’t even let you say anything.” He sighed loudly. “On top of bringing you to this fuckin…insufferable place. You obviously looked uncomfortable. It’s not your vibe.” He squeezed her hand as he spoke. “And now you’re cold,” he stopped in his tracks, pulling her back when she kept walking. 

Matty took off his jacket, draping it over her shoulders. 

“It’s not your vibe either.”

Matty’s head dipped in shame. “I know; I know…I just- wanted it to be special.”

Amelia chuckled loudly. 

“What! I’m serious. It’s not funny.” He blushed. 

“It’s a little funny.”

“It’s just that we’ve done low effort things. Like as friends. We’ve been out to dinner millions of times before. We’ve seen films. We’ve done all that stuff that people usually do on first dates. We know each other quite well. It’s not like I can sit there and pretend not to know you and ask questions about your work. Or your family. I…wanted it to be different. Didn’t want you to think that I- that I- didn’t appreciate you enough. That it would just be the same as when we weren’t dating.”

Amelia placed a hand on her heart. “That’s actually sweet.”

Matty rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well, worked out great didn’t it.”

Amelia looked around her, left and right, scanning the banners and store signs as the passed by. 

“This one’s perfect!” She squealed once she’d spotted a chicken shop, pulling Matty but the sleeve of his shirt. “Here, let’s go and restart our day in there.”

Matty’s eyes shot up, his eyebrows raised as he read the sign. “Really? Aren’t we a little overdressed for chicken? Besides, aren’t you a vegetarian?”

“So? Vegetarians eat French fries. Any you wear suits everywhere shut the fuck up.” She rushed into the store, dragging Matty behind her. 

“I’ll have a large order of French fries and whatever my handsome date here is having….oh and two cokes please.”

“This is our first date? Gazing into each others eyes over a plate of ….Chicken?” Matty shook his head in disbelief. 

“It’s not about the plate. It’s about the eyes that we’re gazing into.”

#matty healy fanfic #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fluff #matty healy fic #matty healy x y/n #matty healy x oc

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Pleasure Is My Business: Part One

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Summary: You’re brought back to your high school days with this case. You put that behind you when you graduated, but life has a funny way of bringing you closer to the person who made your life miserable back then.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

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"The prostitute is not, as feminists claim, the victim of men, but rather their conqueror, an outlaw, who controls the sexual channels between nature and culture." - Camille Paglia

Before you leave for work, you grab the coffee you premade as soon as you wake up. The coffee is right next to your high school reunion invitation. The opened card stares at you whenever you pass by it, begging you to acknowledge it. High school was one of the worst years of your life because not only did kids bully you, but you felt their own pain as your own.

It wasn't fun.

This reunion is in a few days but you're still in Quantico. Looks like you won't get to go, and honestly, you're kind of relieved. Spencer wants you to go and prove to everyone you're this hotshot FBI agent (which you are), but you don't feel like proving to a bunch of people who never gave a fuck about you in the first place.

"Are you gonna go?" Spencer says from behind you.

"We'll, seeing how it's in a few days and we're not in Dallas, I don't think so. It's so stupid because instead of a night, they made it a whole weekend getaway. As if I want to spend more time with them than I have to."

"Maybe you can go to the other one."

All you can do is shrug. You really don't want to get into this right now, plus, you have to get ready for a case Hothc pulled together. Hotch got called to Dallas early in the morning to do a briefing on a case sent by Patrick Jackson, the attorney general.

Hoyt Ashford, a hedge fund manager for a major bank, has turned up dead in a hotel room. Hoyt didn't do too well in the public eye after going on talk shows and talking about how the real estate crisis wasn't a real thing. He posted an apology video about the issue, but once word got out that he died, his lawyers classified it as a suicide.

If you know any better, then that's not true.

According to Hotch, there was Viagra near Hoyt's body. Considering that his wife was at home with the kids, it's safe to assume the prostitute he was with killed him. Something that's confidential and not to be mentioned in any reports is that Hoyt took $10,000 out of a fund in cash. No one saw the prostitute he was with, which isn't surprising since they know how to be discreet. According to Patrick, this is the second murder in Dallas.

You might be able to attend your reunion after all.

"Female serial killers are a fascinating field," Spencer says once everyone is in the air. "We don't have much information on them, but what we do know involves throwing the rules completely out the window. Take the signature, for instance. They don't torture or take trophies because there is no sexual gratification when a woman kills. Murder is the goal. They don't have to do anything extra."

"So, basically, women are more efficient at killing," you half-joke.

"Historically, they have had body counts in the hundreds."

"Assuming that the job is the stressor, what are some of the reasons prostitutes kill their customers?" Hotch asks over the phone.

"Money, drugs, and PTSD. At some point, every call girl, no matter how well paid, gets coerced into an activity she didn't consent to. Aileen Wuornos used to purposefully stage paid sexual encounters as an excuse to murder men she thought would rape her," you explain.

"Wuornos was psychotic and disorganized. I think this girl is poisoning them before she has sex with them."

"She's using Tetramethylenedisulfotetramine. It's a popular rat poison in China which can be easily soluble in alcohol," Spencer explains after reading the files Hotch sent over.

"Poison is the perfect MO. It's quiet, quick, and the victims never see it coming because they think they're getting lucky." Hotch makes an uncertain noise. "Does that mean something to you?"

"These men are paying $10,000 a night for discretion as well as sex. She has a history with them. She didn't decide to kill them at the moment. She walks in with the intent to kill them, and she's doing it before she sleeps with them. She's not just organized, she's also methodical. She decides early which one of her clients is worth killing," Hotch says.

"Maybe the victims all share the same fetish. Both victims were in their fifties, highly visible, and careful of their image. If they were kinky in the same way, they'd go to great lengths to hide it."

"We're facing a corporate culture that'll do everything it can to keep us out."

"Actually, I had some luck there. Hoyt's wife isn't too happy with how he died. She agreed to talk to us but because every silver lining has a dark cloud, the hedge fund released a statement." JJ pulls out her phone to read the statement that was sent to her. "Ashford died peacefully in his home, according to lawyer David Madison.' They're already trying to close ranks."

"Does that language sound familiar to anyone else?" Spencer asks.

"What do you mean?"

"It's the same thing as the murder of the first victim. 'According to the company lawyer, Stanton died peacefully in his home'."

"Y/N and Morgan, start with the wife and see if you can get her to open up. JJ, call the lawyers and tell them I want to meet with both of them."

"You want to play them off each other?"

"I think one of them wrote both press releases. Let's see which one calls us back."

Once you land, you and Derek head over to the Ashford home where Yvonne Ashford is eagerly waiting for you.

"Mrs. Ashford, we're very sorry about your husband," you say.

"I've been getting nothing but condolences all day. I feel like a hypocrite for accepting them, knowing how he died."

"We think your husband might have been targeted because of something sexual he did with this call girl. I know this is hard, but is there anything you can tell us about what he liked?"

"In bed? I can sum it up in one word. Younger."

"How much younger?"

"Twenty-five. That was when I first met him."

"So, your age difference was part of the attraction?"

"Are you kidding? It was the whole relationship."

"Mrs. Ashford, no offense, but your husband spent a lot of money on this woman. Was there anything else at all that he liked from a younger woman besides the ego boost?" Derek asks.

"There's a certain kind of man, Agent, for whom the only kind of sex that matters is the ego boost. In a marriage like ours, you have to work at it or in my husband's case, pay for it."

Your phone rings and you step off to the side when you see Hotch is calling.

"Yeah, Hotch?"

"We got a meeting with a madame that sets meetings up like the one Ashford was in. Spencer is heading over to meet with her. I want you to go with him."

"Sure." You hang up and walk over to Derek. "I got to go. See what else you can find out about Hoyt."

"Yeah."

The madame, Lauren, is hosting an open house where she is able to meet clients discreetly. It's actually pretty smart since people might think they're there for the open house instead of something else entirely.

"This is actually pretty smart," you say when you meet up with Spencer. "Properties like this are safe and an inspection-free investment for large sums of cash."

An older woman walks out of the house with a big smile on her face.

"Well, hello, you two!"

"Are you the--"

"Isn't this neighborhood just fabulous? You're gonna love this house," she cuts your boyfriend off. She escorts you two inside the house for more privacy. "You two need lessons in faking it. I teach a class."

"So, you arrange dates for escorts?" you ask.

"All I arrange are meetings. What happens between two consenting adults when that meeting is over is something I'm not liable for. Now, who wants a scone?" she offers from a platter.

"Listen, we're looking for someone who is a high-end prostitute who takes fees up to ten thousand dollars. She has the intent of killing her clients before having sex with them."

"Oh, yes. We all know about this woman. She's terrible for business."

"I guess there's only so many men that can afford the service you provide, right?"

"Yes, but with the way she's behaving, she's only hurting herself. An escort's client list is the most important investment she has. It's her daily income and her retirement package when she sells the list."

"She's not working with a service then. No madam would allow an escort to kill off the clientele."

"What about the type of work your employees do?" Spencer asks nervously. "We're sort of operating under the assumption that this escort is killing men who make her perform a specific sexual act."

"What did you have in mind, sweetie?" she smirks.

"I... I don't even... I don't know."

"Don't mind him," you giggle. "It's his first time."

"If I may, I think you're looking at this all wrong. Start with this question: why would a man pay a woman five figures?"

"It's not just for sex, is it?"

"Of course, you've got to be good in bed to be successful, but that's the easy part. What men want more than the no strings attached sex is a therapist. Someone who will absorb the worst parts of their personalities."

"They're looking for someone to tell their fears and insecurities to. Everything they can't take home to their wife."

"That's what I groom my girls to do--how to talk to these men and how to listen. Don't get me wrong, deviancy comes with the territory. I can't tell you how many men need to be submissive as an outlet from their extremely stressful jobs. I can tell you that if the sex was the reason she was killing these men, she would have broken long before she charged $10,000."

"It isn't how these men act in bed, it's how they act out of it," Spencer says.

This unsub isn't killing at a specific time because it's whenever her client wants to meet with her. While you've been talking to Lauren, another murder has taken place. You and Spencer leave the open house and immediately head over to an office firm.

Joseph Fielding is found dead inside the elevator, tied to an office chair with X's marked in lipstick on his eyes, and clear tape wrapped around all over his mouth.

"The victim is Joseph Fielding. He was the CFO here," Rossi says when you two get there.

"Was he poisoned?"

"Yes, and staged. She killed him in his office and then rolled him out here to be found."

You walk over to the victim but pause when you see the energy left behind by the unsub. It's blue because the unsub is a female, but you recognize this energy. There are eight billion people in this world with eight billion different base energies. Every single person you've met has their own energy signatures, and you're familiar with this one. Not only have you seen this energy before, you know the person attached to it.

You've met and gotten to know this person before.

"I know this unsub," you say.

"You do?" Hotch asks.

"Yeah, but I can't put a name to it yet. I've definitely seen it sometime in my life."

Hotch gives you time to put a name to the unsub, but for right now, he focuses on what he can see physically.

"The lipstick is new."

"It was done postmortem. Reid said female serial killers don't leave a signature. I think she did that just for us. She's already exposed him at his most vulnerable. Now she wants to be noticed."

There is commotion by the barrier formed by local police by a man trying to get through, which he does eventually.

"Which one of you is Aaron Hotchner?"

"Me."

"I'm Larry Bartlett. I represent Mr. Fielding in Webster Industries."

"This is a closed crime scene, Mr. Bartlett."

"I know. I spoke to Ellen Daniels, and she said you're a very reasonable man."

"Escort him out, please," Hotch says to one of the officers.

"No, wait. Please." The officer tries to grab him, but he doesn't leave right away. "The press is outside and they can smell blood. Is there any way we can handle this discreetly?"

"We're not about to lie for you," Derek says.

"You don't have to lie. Just don't comment."

"Excuse us."

Hotch takes the team off to the side to talk about the benefits of not commenting on the murder. "Is there any reason to go public yet?"

"Validating her is exactly what she wants. If we hold back, she's more likely to make a mistake," you say quietly.

"He doesn't need to know that. We need everything you have on Fielding like bank accounts, tax records, and emails."

"Everything?" Larry asks in uncertainty.

"Everything."

"I'll gather everything and send it in the morning."

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[notmrkillwolf666]

An innocent man was falsely accused/framed for something he didn't do, was sent to an alien jail and everyone in there think he is a Hired Killer.

(I post it on here: https://www.reddit.com/r/humansarespaceorcs/comments/ulhio9/an_innocent_man_was_falsely_accusedframed_for/ and I want to re-repost it on here)

A man named Willie was framed for something he didn't do, as punishment, he was sent to an alien jail on the far side of the galaxy. when he got there, one of the aliens ask him how did he end up here?.

"I was a cleaner" a janitor "I am still trying to understand how this all happen?!." the alien thinks 'cleaner' is a nickname for a contract killer and the news of that share like crazy in there.

it didn't help for Willie that he was actually really good at his job and clean up messes like they didn't happen in the first place which add more fuel to the fire.

(someone can take this idea and go nuts with it.)

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(the person who replay that post)

A1: a large spider-like alien asks So Human Willie, answer my questions and we might forgive this transgression. What has cursed me with your presence in my cell? What is your occupation? And who is your sponsor?

Willie: Well I don’t want any trouble. I got assigned as your cell mate, but what does my job matter?

A1: mandibles rattling in a laugh Human you are in my nest. Either you answer or I will use your skin as my bedding.

Willie: Oooookay then…. I was a cleaner. Worked many gigs on many worlds, a few space stations as well.

A1: A….a cleaner you say? And…. Who did you say your sponsor was?

Willie: Sponsor? I don’t have a sponsor, never needed one. Jobs always payed well enough, I just ran on my own power. Sometimes Ive had to…. Haggle…. with my customers but they always paid.

A1: I apologize, please forgive my hostility. A cleaner is an honored professional among T’carians. I offer you the choice of bunk as tribute for my insolence.

Willie: I…ummm thanks? I think id prefer the bottom bunk if thats okay?

A2: in walks a giant mantis What is this? A tasty snack has found its way into your web on its own?

A1: SILENCE!!! This is the a Cleaner you are speaking to! You will show him due respect or you may find yourself washed up.

A2: Oh….oh no… I am sorry please forgive me, I ment no offence. Please, I have some food rations I was saving but they are yours. I will retrieve them. Please don’t hurt me. runs away

Willie: What the fu-in walks/slimes a slug like being

A3: Hahahah why did Clix’tiab run out of here looking like he was going to void his bowels? He looked like he’s seen a-notices Willie oh no…… hey man Willie I got your money, I wasn’t trying to hide from you I just have been locked up is all. Don’t worry, Ill get right on having those credits sent to you right now. runs away

Willie: ….Well at least hes gonna pay me after that bullshit party he threw. Fuckin mess that was. Had eggs everywhere but was supposed to get paid extra to make sure the place was spotless after. You ever have to scrape burnt eggs from a cast iron pan?

A1: I….I have to go. It….I…think I heard my name called. I must go. flees

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(something I made/add on to this idea)

ok, imagine this. one of the aliens in the jail got curious and ask him "what kind of place did you hate...'cleaning' at?" and Willie is immediately started to talk about one of the worst places that he had to clean up, a 4 out 5 star restaurant.

"OH! you want to know?!, let's talk about... 'that place' which I can't say because for an obvious reason." they pay him a lot of money to not say anything about it "but oh my fucking god, the money they give was not enough, I had to ask them to double my pay or I was going to throw them under the bus. because... have you cleaned up rotten meat before?... it's a nightmare, the smell, look, and hell, even when I had the gas mask on, I can still taste it in the back of my throat right now."

"it was so hard trying not to throw up and make more of a mess that was already going on in their place. and I hope you like putting trash bags inside of trash bags because that is what you need to do or you have that shit leaking through the bag."

"it was pure nightmare but one of the important things I learn and for some reason, if you need to clean up rotten meat. use lemon juice, lemon juice is going to be your best friend if you want to clean up and remove the smell off of you." that job took him 10 hours to get it done.

the alien who asks that is now very scared.

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[cognitiveleague]

Truly one of the more frustrating recurring experiences of trying to navigate life as a grown-ass person with ADHD is that like… it’s so goddamn hard to keep my brain (which is, y’know, diagnosably deficient in Reward Self for Accomplishing Task juice) motivated to put forward the effort to take care of chores and errands and shit, because I have so many unpleasant memories of failing at that sort of thing and I feel so little sense of reward (or even relief) when I do get things done that it’s this huge effort to not just… ignore tasks until they develop into a Bullshit Avalanche that I can no longer ignore? And when I do force myself to Do Something, running into obstacles can make me feel so frustrated and embarrassed that it’s almost as if I’m being punished for trying to accomplish the task and it would have been better not to try in the first place

Like today I noticed that I’d worked about an extra hour over the last few days, and instead of doing overtime I was like “ok, it’s payday and the ‘get your oil changed, bitch’ light has been on for a while, let’s clock out at the 40 hour mark and go do that before it’s time to pick my wife up from work so I don’t have to try to make that happen this weekend”

Which meant not just the actual task of taking the car to the oil change place, but also sheepishly explaining to the folks there that a) I did not have the financial means to be upsold on anything that was not likely to be a life or death issue before tax refunds come in so please don’t bother unless you are literally afraid for my life if I don’t get the additional service, and b) I actually already know about the headlight that’s out and the old-ass air filter but please don’t replace them, I have the replacements in the car and just keep forgetting to install them myself and only remembering about it when I don’t have time or the engine is too hot for me to go feeling around for where the fucking headlight bulb goes

And to add insult to that injury, they finish up and I’m like, oh. Right.

I lost my debit card like 2-3 weeks ago (yay, absolute garbage perception of time) and KNOW it’s on the floor of the car or maybe in my apartment somewhere so I haven’t reported it lost to get a replacement I just need to find it but the car’s a huge mess and I keep always being too tired or busy when I think about it. And also it’s hard to not be underemployed when I don’t have the spoons to look for a better paying job on top of holding down the job I have, and my wife has similar issues, and the cost of living these days, guys, am I right?? And we’ve got a little windfall coming soon that will help us pay off our debts, but crucially. That is still ‘soon’ and hasn’t happened yet. Anyway so the credit card is apparently maxed out from us having to use it to get around not being paid a living wage the last couple of years :))))))) And the “emergency use only because the bill goes to my parents’ house and I don’t want to abuse the privilege of having parents who can afford to and are willing to help financially when I really need it or to keep being a burden on them, and also they WILL judge me if anything unnecessary is on there” card in my wallet is expired and the new one is somewhere in the kitchen (or living room?) mess at home so I can’t use that right now either

So I had to explain in front of the other customers that I just straight up forgot that the only functioning card in my wallet was maxed out and like, stand there while she looked at records to confirm I was a regular client who’d never pulled shit like this before and also put a note on my file so they could like, know about it and refuse service in the future if I didn’t make good on my promise to come back and pay once I pick my wife (and their debit card) up from work in an hour and a half

And the embarrassment of all of that so thoroughly outweighs whatever minuscule satisfaction my brain can derive from “but I got the task done!” that it feels like I didn’t accomplish anything and also like I put myself through a shitty awkward experience for (what feels like) nothing. And it’s that, but with like…. every fucking thing that I have to deal with when I get home from work and I’m tired and my meds have worn off. So I just have to keep powering my way through a wall of experiences telling me “you will have all of the suffering and experience none of the reward, OR you could not bother and do something that does make you feel nice instead because wow fuck that” for EVERY GODDAMN LITTLE THING.

Anyway I love my brain for so many things, but goddamn it would be great if the “positive reinforcement machine broken” issue impaired me as little as ableists seem to think it should

#long post #well. longish #personal #actually adhd #adhd #adhd problems #adult adhd #mental health #executive functioning issues #venting #mental health venting

[ameagrice]

night changes ; chapter two

obx || topper x reader

Sticky weather brought out all kinds of attitudes from people. Some complained, some found excuses to drench people with their water bottles, and others—the more normal kind—tried to get through their day as calmly and without fuss as possible, determined not to make themselves even sweatier and hotter.

You were the last kind of person. Wiping the sweat on your forehead with the back of your arm, you got on with writing websites and books you’d need to reference. You were thinking maybe actually visiting some of these places you’d looked at would be beneficial; hands-on research would mean proving your point and could get you both some kind of extra credit. The fact that you had about eighty dollars in the bank was the issue.

Topper huffed slowly, tipping his head back, arms crossed loosely. Showing skin around Topper wasn’t something you were overly excited about, but in this kind of sticky heat where the fans in the room weren’t doing a thing, you didn’t give a shit anymore. You’d settled for denim white and grey striped shorts and a black oversized tee loosely tucked in. You almost said something—how could he look and sound done in when he’d done nothing since this two hour class began this morning but scroll on his phone.

For the first time since the semester started, the classroom was pretty much empty. Besides the two of you, Mia and Hazel, and three girls at the front, it seemed everyone else had taken the sweltering day off. In a way it was sort of relaxing having an emptyish classroom. Topper being the only boy in the room must have felt at least a little out of place. If he did, he didn’t show it.

“So how are we doing this?”

Your hand stopped, and you looked up. “Doing what?” You frowned.

He gestured to the paper briefly, like you were stupid. “This. This topic thing. How are we starting. If I don’t pass this class my mom’s gonna kill me so, you know, explain away.”

You still panicked when he talked to you. Topper was always someone you heard of but never spoke to. Someone you got near to but never close to. Now, beside you, you felt slightly claustrophobic. He was intimidating despite looking lean rather than firmly strong. His whole vibe was mean, rich boy.

You cleared your throat gently, looking down at your papers. “I was thinking a research paper type thing.” You shrugged. “Just get a load of information and shit and put it all into an essay.”

“That’s boring,” he sighed.

“Well you haven’t been much help,” your shot back.

“We should do a video like Vaughn said. Less effort and a lot faster.”

“A video of what, though?”

Topper actually sat up properly, leaning over you to pull your notebook. He slid his phone on the table and held the notebook in both hands, leaning back again with one foot on the table to hold there. “The effects of environmental stressors on human behaviour. We’ll find some dodgy places, research the area, get a couple photos or videos as proof and you can do your thing. Put them together. Extra credit. You can thank me later.”

Doubt began to creep up your veins. “Dodgy places? Like…?”

He actually snickered. “Skid Row? Look, I don’t know. I’ll find somewhere and then get there.”

“With what money? I’ve got like eighty dollars.”

“When did I say you were coming?”

Your mouth shut instantly. He hadn’t actually mentioned bringing you with him. Did that mean it didn’t hurt? Talk about humiliating. A twinge ran through your stomach like a jolt, and you picked up your pen again, crossing out a line you weren’t fond of. Your cheeks were hot.

“I’m going. I’m not sitting here for another hour.”

You could have laughed then. “I’m not doing this on my own. It’s way too much to get done before—”

“Oh my god,” he exclaimed. Mia turned her head to look at him. Topper kicked his chair under the desk and slung his backpack over his shoulder. “If you’re that bothered, Pogue, I’m just gonna go. If you care so much fucking text me or something instead. I’m not sitting around with you.”

His tall figure was out of the classroom before you had a chance to ask just where the hell you were gonna get his number from. He let the door slam loudly behind him, and you dragged his chair over to you to put your feet up as you wrote.

-> ->

“What the hell was all that about?”

Yourself and Mia trekked across the playing field under the sun. Since the boys who typically played football at lunch had taken the day off, it was practically empty besides others with the same idea to sunbathe or sit and eat.

“What?” You raised your brow.

“Mr. ‘I’m gonna storm out of this class like a douche’.”

“Oh,” you mouthed. “Topper being Topper, I guess.”

“You say that like we know Topper.”

She sat down on the grass, and you followed suit. Pulling out a water bottle, you unscrewed the cap, shrugging. “I’m gonna have to get to know him,” you realised.

“Doesn’t answer my question.”

You flayed your hands, accidentally throwing water. She yelped. “I don’t know what to tell you! Just Topper being Topper!”

“Alright! Geez, woman, is he that annoying?”

“Yes. Yes, he is. The man doesn’t like to work.”

“I wouldn’t either,” she said, leaning back, skin slightly pink from the sun. “If I didn’t have to. Which speaking of, I’m supposed to be in at four tonight but I don’t know if I can bear listening to rich kids moan that it’s too hot when they’re sipping on iced lattes.”

You dug around your bag, looking for your lunch. It had gotten squished under your three water bottles—spares, in case you ran out—and found a slip of paper you couldn’t recall putting in there this morning. You fished it out from between your bottles, flipping it the right side up. On the ripped slip of uneven edges, blue pen scrawled a number.

And underneath that, a single word. A name.

TOPPER.

-> ->

If school was stuffy, your bedroom at home was even worse. Your mom had been at work and shut your bedroom window before she left, it seemed, so opening your bedroom door to your curtains closed and the room like a sauna that had been ramped up to four times it’s normal heat had not been a pleasant surprise.

Now, stripped down to socks, a tee, and your pants, you lay with your feet up on the wall at the head of your bed, the slip of paper from Topper in one hand and your phone in the other, looking back and forth as you put his number in your contacts list.

Do I text? Give him a call? No…I’m not calling…

Your thoughts came quickly, but you wondered. You were partners in this test of patience. He’d given you his number so you could work together on the project. A part of you wanted to wish he’d given you his number for another reason, but you realised quickly: this was Topper Thornton, and he didn’t so much as treat you kindly. Why would he want you as anything more than a project partner?

In the end, you tapped on his contact and tapped the text option.

Your thumbs held over the screen, moving slowly as you thought.

Hey, thought I’d give you a text so you have my number too :)

Instantly your heart plummeted after the text turned blue, delivered appearing underneath. Regret began to creep up.

At first you thought he wouldn’t reply at all. You wouldn’t expect a boy like Topper to give you the time of day.

Your phone buzzed, your hand falling from your hair to pick it up. Holding it above your face, you pressed the home button to light the screen up.

Topper Thornton

Is this that sociology girl?

Oof. How many girls did he give his number out to? Scratch that, you didn’t even want to know.

You waited a little bit before texting him back.

Yeah.

-> ->

Sometimes, it was as if the universe hated you. Had you done a terrible thing in a past life? Were you so lucky in it, instead, that this time you deserved to struggle? If God existed, you felt he hated you the most some days.

Because he sent Topper Thornton and his family into The Whitehouse. A fine dining restaurant serving flame-grilled steaks at ridiculous prices and funnily expensive drinks and deserts all at over $30 each.

A perfect place for a perfect, rich family.

A place called…your work.

As if seeing him at school wasn’t enough, you were on reservation and bar duty tonight. Living in Kilsdare County, it wasn’t uncommon to see people from school. The Outer Banks was a wide place. But at the end of the day, there was only one high school, and a few select places everyone could go to. Tonight would be good, you’d thought. You’d take people over to their seats and take drinks over from the bar. An easy night. Or so you’d wished.

In a white polo shirt with some logo on it in fancy blue writing you didn’t recognise, and expensive-looking jeans, Topper had sauntered in first, holding his arm over his mom to get the door for her. Her, wearing a red shirt with gold lining and black pants and heels. His dad wore a silver Rolex watch on his wrist and had his hair slicked back. Topper resembled his mother the most. He’d taken on her loose hair, at least—tidy, very blond, and soft-looking.

Your uniform began to grow uncomfortable—a white collared shirt with silver buttons and a fitted black skirt and tights. You’d decked out and broke your pockets for the loafers you wore, shiny and black and very uncomfortable. At your interview months back, the owner had made it clear the look here was clean, tidy, and spotless. You’d fit the description so far, she said, you just had to find shoes that fit your uniform. And based on what everybody else wore, you couldn’t be the odd one out. The silver bar across the front of each even had to be polished.

Wasn’t there some way out of this? The three of them stood waiting at the small Japanese-inspired waterfall that doubled as a ‘wait here’ monument to be seated. Beside it, almost hidden, was a small stand holding a white, sleek laptop for bookings. Topper’s mom tapped her foot impatiently while Topper spoke quietly with his dad, looking around as he did so. You turned back to the bar, considering going over and beginning for someone to take your place just this once.

Your manager was helping herself to free drinks, while you stood dying for one, and watched you carefully.

Sighing, with your stomach tugging itself, you began to head over, throwing a polite smile on your face. As if she could sense your presence, Topper’s mom turned her head, following you.

“Hi, can I take a name—”

“Do you know it’s rude to keep people waiting?”

You blinked, hand paused on the laptop mousepad. “Sorry about your wait—” although you were barely waiting at all, you wanted to say.

“That isn’t the point!” She snapped. Irritation built in your body, and you had to look away. You knew by now Topper must have noticed you.

Deciding to ignore her anger, you looked back down at the laptop. There, at the very top, sat the name Thornton, with the time of their booking set for fifteen minutes from now. You turned your head to the right, checking the elevated area. You almost wanted to cry. You had a seriously angry lady here, your project partner beside her, and their booked table was still in use.

“Can I take a name?” You asked again, trying furiously to prevent your voice from shaking. You glanced up. Topper was staring at you.

“It’s Thornton,” his mom said with a bold laugh, as if everybody should have known it. Her face showed what was almost disbelief. “Table for three.”

Table 15. Which, when you turned your head again, was still in use by a couple with a baby. You were not kicking them out for this woman. 

You bottled your nerves as best you could and met her eyes again. “So, you’re a few minutes early which means I can’t seat you yet--”

She gasped a laugh mockingly. Topper’s dad came to her side. And Topper behind her? He looked almost embarrassed. And no matter what, he couldn’t meet your eyes, finding interest in the floor or the ceiling, hands stuffed in his expensive-looking pockets. 

“Look,” his dad said firmly. You swallowed hard, finding your throat was beginning to clog up. “We booked a table and you’re holding us up.”

“There is--”

“I don’t give a damn if there is already someone there. Just put us somewhere else.” 

“Are you new?” his mother cut in, stepping closer. She looked absolutely disgusted and your heart plummeted. You tried so hard to hold back the angry tears. Who did these people think they were, giving you shit for something you couldn’t control. It wasn’t the confrontation bothering you, it was the sheer audacity they had to speak to you like garbage and demand things you’d get in trouble for giving. As if they couldn’t use their eyes, the restaurant was nearing full, hence having to book a table. 

Finally, when his mother opened her mouth again, Topper came to your defence, shocking you. He placed his hand on her arm. “Mom, come on, we’ve only got like ten minutes to wait.”

“I’d like to talk to your manager,” she decided. You nodded, not even willing to put up a fight. She’ll just say the same thing as me, you thought. 

“Of course,” you locked the laptop screen and began walking to the bar. Your manager had already stood, putting down her iced drink in its fancy triangular glass on the bar, making her way around. 

You stood on the corner of the bar with one of the other girls, Sandica, who watched the scene with you. 

“Dr. Thornton,” she muttered. “She’s a total bitch. Can’t count the amount of times she’s nearly gotten me fired from this place.”

“If she’s that much trouble why don’t they just bar her?” You wondered, crossing your arms and leaning your elbows on the bar, head turned to watch. 

Your breathing froze momentarily, as Topper looked at you. He didn’t show anything on his face, but shrugged lightly. Was that a sorry or a you got what you deserved shrug?

“I think that’s her son,” said Sandica. She began polishing glasses, and you set about helping her. Anything was better than having to wait on the Thorntons. “Think he was two grades below me.”

“He is,” you confirmed. “He’s my project partner in sociology at school.”

She whistled. “Sucks to be you. What’s he like?” “Rude. Likes to let me do all the work. His friends are horrible. I wouldn’t speak to him ever if I didn’t have to.”

“Yeah, I bet. Rich boys always have the worst attitudes. It’s like they feel they’re better than everyone, when really, barely anyone likes them.”

You wished her words were the truth. But the truth was, Topper Thornton was well-liked by his peers. There was a reason he came to places like this, and could talk to anyone he met. Topper was confident, rich, and well-mannered. You could dislike him for his money or his attitude, but in actuality, the boy was popular for all the wrong reasons. 

You watched them be led over to a different table and your heart sunk. 

“So now I’m gonna go over there and have to serve them after not letting them take another table.”

“Anything goes when you’re the manager,” Sandica sighed. “We get in trouble for shit she tells us not to do. It’s like she’s just going back on herself.”

“Yeah,” you muttered. “And we get the shit for it.”

Policy stated you had to give customers at least ten minutes before going over and asking if they were ready to order. In those ten minutes polishing at the bar, you had thought of ways to get out of this:

1. Hide out in the toilets and blame it on girl problems. 

2. Just refuse to go over. 

3. Quit your job. 

Ugh, you couldn’t do that. Your mom would kill you three times over. 

You slapped the rag down you’d used for polishing on the bar, tucking your hair behind your ears. “Wish me luck. I’m off.”

“If you don’t come back alive, can I have your earrings?”

Topper was talking animatedly with his mom, you saw as you neared. She laughed at something he said while he just blinked at her, unmoving. 

And then...

You stopped in front of their table, and only Topper and his father looked at you. Your hands shook, so you held the iPad against your stomach in front of you. 

“Are you guys ready to order?” 

“Yeah.” Topper briefed, shifting in his seat. “Mom, you wanted the salad and caviar, right?”

“Not from her, no.”

You rolled your eyes. You just couldn’t help yourself. How could a grown woman twice your age at least, be acting like a child?

Topper didn’t say anything about your eye roll. “She’ll have the caeser salad and caviar with a side of prawns. Dad?”

You swiftly typed it all on the iPad, watching the bill rack up instantly from twenty dollars exactly for the salad to thirty. Fine dining was a massive joke. 

“I’ll take the glazed confit duck leg with braised sweetheart cabbage and red pepper gastrique.” He closed his menu, looking to Topper as you did. 

You’d expected him to make your life difficult when his parents seemed dead set on doing so. 

He flipped through the menu for a moment, the sleek, black book with fancy lettering and written in both French and English. 

“Uhh, I’ll have rolled sage and onion pork with fondant potato.”

Without missing a beat, you rambled on almost automatically, having it all memorised by now. “Are we thinking of ordering deserts yet?”

“No deserts,” his mother snapped. “We won’t be here that long. Can we get the bill, please.”

Please? Who knew that word could be in her vocabulary. 

“So your total comes to sixty-five dollars and eighty cents, whenever you’re ready.” 

His dad simply whipped out a plastic card without looking your way. “And we’d like a receipt.”

-> ->

There was a wait time on food.

You screamed into your hands, mouth tight so it muffled. Sandica laughed and fell to her knees behind the bar.

“They already hate me!” You expressed, removing your hands from your face. You shook your head. “I can’t do it.”

“You have to!” She stood, wiping her eyes and still laughing. “Otherwise they’ll complain.”

You waved a hand firmly in their direction. “They complain anyway!”

She laughed even harder, but wandered off to the other side of the bar to serve customers. It left you polishing menus with a rag and strong-smelling liquid.

“Can I add something to our order?”

You put down the menu and rag, smiling politely before you even saw who it was. “Yeah, the—”

You stopped short. Topper leaned on the bar facing you to your right, his eyes moving across your face. Clearing your throat, you carried on. “There’s about an hour wait from now. Your order’s being cooked but there’s still about forty minutes left to wait.”

He clenched his jaw. “You wanna tell my mom or should I?”

“You, please.”

The words slipped out before you could stop yourself. Eyes widening, you looked away from Topper. He shocked you when all he did was grin crookedly.

“She can be a lot but, uh,” he turned his head to the bottles of alcohol in the optics on the mirrored wall. “She’s pretty harmless.”

“I’ll let you do all the talking.”

Silence overcame you both, and you turned the cleaning bottle in your hands. Topper sighed, and reached his arm up to scratch his neck awkwardly. You watched while he didn’t look at you.

“I’m sorry about, like, before. She can get like that.” He said.

You shrugged your shoulders. “It’s restaurant work. I’m used to it.”

Were you really standing here and talking civilly with Topper Thornton?

A line settled between his brows. “You just let people speak to you like shit?”

You huffed a laugh. “Like I have a choice. They can talk to me how they want but if I say anything back it’s me being ‘disrespectful’. I’d lose my job.”

“Damn,” he muttered, his blue eyes once again shifting over you. “That’s shit.”

You nodded your head and pressed your lips together. “Can I get you anything, anyway?”

As if snapping out of a trance, Topper stood to his proper height, taller than you, and shoved his hands in his pockets. “My dad wanted desert. His friends just bailed anyway so I don’t think we’ve got a reason to be in a hurry anymore.”

You walked round the bar, picking up Sandica’s iPad and logging in with your code. You put in what Topper wanted, feeling under scrutiny as he towered over you on the other side.

“Anything else?” You selected his table number and put the order on. When he said no, you told him the remaining price and he handed over the cash.

Before he walked away, and after you’d set the cash in the till, he leaned on the bar again, and held out his hand for you. You blinked at him unsurely.

“Take the tip,” he demanded softly. “And shut up about it.”

You didn’t say a word as you carefully took the notes from his hand, tucking them in to your shirt pocket quickly. For some reason, you felt odd about this. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” he huffed, and pushed off the bar, heading back over to his table.

Once out of sight, you pulled the cash out of your pocket and sifted through the three notes. Thirty dollars, your mouth gaped. Not bad at all.

Rich boys could surprise you, you thought.

finally got this one finished! I thought about adding some more but figured it’s long enough lol.

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[izukuwus]

Edible Arrangements 31

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A/N: FORMATTING THIS FOR MIDNIGHT FROM AT 11:53 PM YEET

Chapter Summary: January flies by as you begin a new semester. Izuku falls deeper and deeper. You begin to fear you may never pull him out.

Warnings: off-screen minor character death, murder talk, blood

Word count: ~3300 words

January comes like an old friend, the cold biting, the snow settling over the house and the lawn in a gentle, untouched blanket. Izuku has spent most of it—all of it, except for when you drag him out somewhere—inside, focusing on grading, on work, until the exact moment he can break away to his real project of the day:

The Fucking Death Adder.

("Fucking" is not part of the man's serial killer alias, but it might as well be for how Izuku thinks of him.)

Four days into January had woven the threads Izuku had been collecting into a dead end. Nothing seemed to be happening anywhere—had the man gotten injured and was recovering? Or had he decided to lay low in light of too much attention? It couldn't be that he knew Izuku was getting closer—his habits hadn't changed except for you. Still he spent his time inside, squashing the occasional media request from a desperate journalist who still remembered his past and focusing more on his students than on things like getting an appropriate amount of sunlight for a vampire or remembering to drink. Still he isolated himself. Still he appeared to research, and teach, and teach, and research.

He wants to be grateful for his time spent studying languages, but his decent Russian only gives him enough to know that the news site he's scouring has nothing to say about mysterious murders matching the description. Neither does any of the others—in other words, just as much information as he had before. The man could be anywhere, and here Izuku is, sitting still.

Sitting still and waiting.

~

It is with great displeasure that I must inform you that suffering does not come to an end. Not even minor sufferings, or medium-strength sufferings that beg you for a steady supply of extra-strength Tylenol.

Or, in this case, not only one familiar face, but two, the first sitting just across the aisle from you in a bigass auditorium in a too-cold building on campus so that you’re stuck shivering with an arm not yet healed enough to make long sleeves comfortable.

Blond hair and a resting annoyance face.

Further ahead, towards the front of the room (you think making a point not to turn around and be forced to acknowledge Neito’s presence) is a head of fiery hair. It seems Itsuka and Neito still aren’t getting along. (Did they ever?)

Neito waves at you. You consider dropping out of college.

(If Izuku weren’t now also paying your tuition, too, you might.)

(You should really consider getting a job.)

On the bright side, suffering comes with good things! On Tuesday, there Mina is, TA’ing your general education credits-mandated dance class! When class lets out, you hang around and walk out of the building together.

“You didn’t intentionally take my class, did you?” she teases, eyes playfully narrow.

You snort. “No way. How do you even TA for dance? Gonna be grading papers this semester? Proctoring dance exams?”

“Oh, totally. For sure. Definitely.”

You check your phone. For the millionth time since New Year’s.

“You good?” she peeks at you.

You shrug. “I just… Did Tenya happen to mention why…”

“Oh. That. He hasn’t said anything… maybe ask Tsuyu? I know she and Tenya have been hanging out, like, constantly.”

Something in you twitches in discomfort. You can’t place it—why should you care? They’re your friends. If anything, you’re pleased that for once, people are getting along, seeing as how you tend to collect people who are incompatible on a fundamental level. (Case in point: Tenya and Izuku. Case in point: Neito and half of your friends.)

(Whether Neito counts is debatable.)

So you’re glad, really. And you don’t care! You don’t have a reason to care about something like that!

“Since when?” you ask.

(Dammit.)

“Since New Year’s, I think. Chalk it up to bonding over not being drunk at the party, I guess.”

“If only that worked.” You force a smile. It comes too easy to you. Why do you have to force it? “And yet the usual two are still at each other’s throats.”

She snorts. “Got that right. I’m not sure you’re ever getting those two to agree on anything, sorry.”

“Haha, yeah.”

(God, you really just said “haha” out loud.)

(It’s worse than you thought.)

Mina arches a brow your way. You hate her nose for these things. Ear. Whatever. She should take a journalism course and leave you to not acknowledge your problems. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing! Nothing’s wrong. I think I’m just stressed. You know, all the classwork, and I didn’t really get any rest over the break, and—“

“Oh?” Her voice drops low, teasing. “What were you up to?”

You roll your eyes, batting at her shoulder. “Shush. I was doing some personal research.”

“On what? Vampire anatomy?”

“I’ll bite you.”

“Go for it. Bite your hot landlord first, though!”

“Oh fuck you,” you reply, though there’s no bite to your words and you both know it.

She smiles. “There’s [name]! You were getting all gloomy there for a bit.”

“Was I?” You tilt your head. Maybe you were. It’s already slipping away, though. Fuck, are you experiencing mood swings? Do you need to call up your old therapist? “Weird. I already can’t remember.”

She hums suspiciously. “You’re a good actor, though…”

“Really!” You take on a mocking tone. “You just make everything unimportant slip away, my dearest—“

Now she’s laughing and hitting your arm.

Whatever it was, it’s gone, and with it, the pair of you go, too.

~

Neito to [name] at 3:47PM

Neito: You probably don’t care, but I wanted to tell you:

Neito: I called the number for the therapist you gave me.

[name]: that’s great!

[name]: like, genuinely

Neito: Regrettably, it seems that I’ve been put on a waitlist. Who knows when she’ll actually be available, but I thought I’d tell you

[name]: oof

[name]: that sucks

[name]: she’s totally great though. worth the wait

Neito: I sure hope so. You said she’s good with trauma-type things, right?

[name]: oh yeah totally

[name]: did I ever tell you my roomate freshman year stabbed me?

[name]: *roommate

Neito: she WHAT

[name]: right? it was totally out of nowhere

[name]: yeah apparently a girl with a transformation quirk totally replaced my roommate for no reason

[name]: like my roommate was just a random sort because I didn't really have any friends to room with so we'd never met or anything

[name]: anyways so she was dead before we ever met afaik shit was wild

[name]: some other stuff went on around that time too so I just bucked up and forewent some meals to pay for therapy lmao

[name]: all that to say doc fuyumi's great! aside from the scar it's like it never happened lmaoooo

Neito: well, that's a rave review if I've ever heard one

Neito: but are you just like a magnet for trouble or something?

[name]: hey, that's not nice

[name]: apparently I'm ALSO a magnet for vampires, thank you very much

Neito: I'm sorry but I'm failing to notice a difference

You roll your eyes and pocket your phone. You're sort of hoping your troubling vampire magnet tendencies will help you find the answers Izuku's looking for. Best not to curse it.

~

The time flies on. Maybe it's your nose being in so many books and classwork, maybe it's the looming presence of your lack of a job (completely for lack of trying, mind you) in the background of everything, but it flies.

(Izuku's no longer sure what day it is, let alone the time. He's trying, really! But sometimes things are more important than sunlight and keeping regular schedules, and Sbeve is good at reminding him to eat every now and then. So if he sleeps at his desk more nights than not these days, that's between him and his desk.)

And then, as January melts into February, you check your email on your way in the door after class. It's an absent scroll—you're worried about a paper draft for your Quirk Genetics course; you've been checking for a notification of the feedback obsessively every day since you submitted it. You've been working hard on this paper, dammit, and—

(He's replying to an email from a student. Run of the mill questions, but he's sure they just missed the line in the syllabus they need. No big deal! A quick reply, and—)

Anyways, that's not the issue, not really.

(His fingers still on the keyboard, head tilted in confusion.)

The issue is that, as always, the house is eerily silent. Some days it's been like you lived alone in this mansion. You hate it—not because Izuku can't spend his time doing as he wishes, or because you're finding that the meals you've grown used to just having have started trickling out, but because Izuku is steadily growing worse along with it. You can barely count how many times you’ve had to remind him to feed, how often you have to drag him away from his damned desk to make sure he sleeps and dresses himself.

(His desk phone is ringing, the one intended for work calls. His desk phone never rings. Of course he picks up—he's got tunnel vision, but he's still doing his job! It's probably just a matter of something his colleagues need to know. Not a big deal, either!)

(If his hands twitch with nerves and his eyes skim a news article on his second screen as he picks up the phone, that’s between him and Sbeve.)

And you've tried to help! You have! But there's only so much you can do when the man doesn't even look for information in a language you speak half the time. It's shit like Russian, which admittedly is extremely cool but completely unintelligible to you!

(Whatever he had been typing is gone from his brain. The words on either screen are gone.)

But still.

(Dr. Midoriya? Are you there?)

The mansion's silence feels heavier than usual.

(“No, no!” he replies, voice strained. “Yeah. No. Sorry. Just… yeah. You get it.”)

(I do. No one’s gonna blame you if you take a day or two off work, you know.)

(He navigates to a new tab and pulls up his email. He’s got someone to contact. “Oh, I won’t be doing that. Can’t fall behind, you know? But I’ll give the poor kids a day off. Uh, yeah.”)

You set down your bag and scroll back through your emails, searching for any point of interest. Feedback, or a new assignment, anything to keep your mind off of how useless you're being while Izuku falls deeper into tracking a serial killer who might be dead by now anyway.

(“Does anyone know yet?”)

(The chancellor sent out the memorial email earlier. Depends how many have checked their email, I guess.)

Your breath hitches on the words "In Memoriam" in your inbox.

~

from: [email protected]

A message from the Chancellor

February 2nd, 2051

Fellow Ravens,

I am deeply saddened to inform you about the loss of one of our Senior students, Momo Yaoyorozu, an undergraduate student completing a degree in Biochemistry.

Momo was an exceptionally bright student. In addition to her work in the International Honors College, she worked in the KUC as a tutor, offering her expertise to all students in many fields. She participated in the university debate club and has won many awards in the College Bowl since her beginning at the school. Momo had accepted an offer to join a Master’s program with Ossenfelder beginning in the fall, furthering her education in biochemistry.

Our thoughts now are with Momo’s friends and family, those who cared for and loved her, and other Ravens who are touched by this loss.

Visitation for Momo will be held from 7:00-9:00 PM Saturday, February 11th, at Respite Funeral Home, 48th Street. A memorial celebration will take place at 5:30 PM Monday, February 6th, in front of the Kevin University Center.

The U of O Counselling Center can provide support to any students and other members of the campus community affected by the loss of Momo. The Dean of Students Office may also be a useful support resource for students and may be reached during hours Monday through Friday.

Sincerely,

Shouto Todoroki

Chancellor

~

There’s a bliss that comes with this. You’ve known it since the first bite, and you’ll know it to the last. In the time following a fresh bite, your mind is clear, your emotions lulled, the waters calm ahead. You’d like to think that it somehow soothes Izuku, too, to drink from you like this. He needs it, of course. Idiot’s been forgetting.

He pulls back, buries his face in your freshly-bitten neck. His exhale is heavy, but no heavier than yours, which comes out more tired sigh than you’d have liked. If you’re holding him too tight, if he’s holding you too tight, well, you’re both used to that.

“Did you know a Momo Yaoyorozu at the university?” he mumbles eventually, and you still.

“I was trying to convince myself I didn’t,” you admit, voice already creaking with tears. “She was one of my TAs last spring.”

His words come slow, halting, haunting. “They aren’t publicizing the circumstances around her death out of respect for the family. Those of us on faculty have been told to keep a close watch on all of our students for the rest of the term.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean—“ He pulls away, stares you dead in the eyes so you know he’s serious. “They think she was killed. Her family had a lot of money, but we can’t rule out other motives if she was killed. The police want to question any of her professors, in case they know anything.”

Your blood hasn’t warmed since you first read the email. This doesn’t warm it now. “Did—did they say why they think it was a murder?”

He stares for a second, eyes hard, and then looks away. “She was in one of my classes. I don’t know when they’re coming, but just in case, you should cover your arm and your neck.”

“What? You don’t think—“

He sighs. “If it is what I think it is, then it’d be best if they didn’t see me living alone in a massive house with someone covered in the same kind of wounds as the murdered student.”

Your eyes are blown wide as you nod. “Right! Yeah, of course!”

He smiles, drops his head against your shoulder again for a moment. “Thank you. Now let me deal with those wounds.”

He pulls out his usual bandages—these ones covered in tiny, smiling bats—and smooths them over the bite marks as always. His thumbs linger on the edges, eyes somewhere far away.

“Izuku?”

“Be careful, okay? I-I won’t force you into anything, just… m-maybe stay in at night when you can for a little bit? Just in case?”

You let out a breathy, tiny laugh. “Yeah. I’ll be careful.”

~

The cops come, just as expected, two days later. You’ve got a scarf on, and long sleeves that scratch, but aren’t nearly as uncomfortable as you were expecting. Too bad you had to go almost the entire winter before you were able to wear long sleeves again.

When you answer the door, it’s two men—one who looks more detective than cop, and another who looks more cop than detective. “Good afternoon, there. We’re here looking to speak to a Dr. Midoriya Izuku. Does he live at this address?”

You nod, studying them closely. Given the tails on the more-cop one, you can guess that he’s just got an animal quirk. On the other… nothing jumps out at you. He looks perfectly normal. Nothing that would indicate a quirk at all. “Um, yeah. I think he’s in his office. If you’d like to come in, you can sit while I get him! But be warned, our cat bites.”

You lead them to the living room, let them sit on the sofa. Before they can thank you, you’re bounding off toward the stairs, careful to maintain a calm persona even though you know what you and Izuku both want out of this situation.

It’ll be rough trying to get it, especially without casting needless suspicion on fifty year-old baby-faced Izuku.

Cops probably expect a healthy amount of nerves, right? Polite smile, wide eyes? But Izuku would have obviously known they were coming and what for, and if you live here, of course you have an idea, and—

You’re overthinking it.

You poke your head into that damned hidden office, eyeing Izuku carefully. He’s looking better than he has in nearly a month, hair as untamed as always but clean, clothes that he definitely wasn’t wearing yesterday or the day before. If nothing else, thank fuck those cops didn’t give a specific date for when they’d show up. Izuku has been forced to pay at least a little attention to himself in the meantime, not knowing when he’d need to be presentable.

“’Zuku, it’s the cops,” you say, gentle. He’s easier to startle these days, too, with tired eyes and the occasional growl sent your way if you don’t telegraph your entrances enough. “C’mon, they’re here to talk to you.”

He raises his head with a resigned sigh. Even having planned for them to show up (you more extensively than Izuku… I think) he’s unprepared, dragging himself after you. You’re careful not to say anything strange, not knowing the quirks of the cops sitting on your living room couch. The cat one likely has better hearing than average; the normal guy? Anything’s fair game. Best not to chance it.

You split from Izuku as he greets the cops (“Good afternoon, g-gentlemen!” with only the slightest stutter) and poke your head in to ask about drinks. If you’re listening, if you leave your phone on the buffet with the recording app on, no one has to know.

Friendly chatting, quiet, forced laughter from both sides. The kind of laughter you would expect to hear from men talking about a dead girl—trying to be jovial in spite of awful circumstances. Failing, just a little bit. You’ve got drinks down in front of them soon enough—water, tea, and the most concentrated coffee you can manage for Izuku. (A sludge, really.)

You linger in the doorway to the kitchen, unsure of whether they want you out of the room or not. They don’t seem particularly bothered by your presence, but the normal guy flicks his eyes between you and Izuku as if trying to decipher something. You can’t place it until you do, and then it hits you in the chest.

You miscalculated.

It’s real nice to think about keeping suspicion off the uninvolved Izuku, lest they realize he’s in his fifties and connected to a very high-profile case, but—

I’ll be honest, her wounds were… strange… one of the men says from the other room. Almost like bite marks.

You stride back in, keeping up the pretense of chasing Sbeve. You scoop the little terror up, cuddling him to your chest and lingering behind Izuku.

“If possible, we’d also like to talk to your… um…” The normal guy has his eyes flicking between the pair of you again, confusion written on his face.

At once, you and Izuku are reaching for an explanation, because shit, yeah, doesn’t it look suspicious if the professor connected to the dead girl has a similarly-aged girl living in his secluded mansion for no apparent reason?

“Tenant!” you blurt. (“R-roommate!” Izuku yelps.) “He’s my landlord. I rent a room upstairs.”

(The visible relaxation on Normal Guy’s face makes you even more tense.)

“Uh, the name’s [name],” you follow up lamely.

He believes you. More than his cat-faced partner seems to. Easily, too. Completely and totally easily.

And that?

That stresses you out even more.

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The Sharpest Lives; Wade Wilson (feat. Nathan Summers) – Part 4 of 5

Sorry this took so long. It's actually been done for months at this point, but I didn't think part 5 was gonna be the last part and wanted to have six at least started before I published another chapter.

Same trigger warnings as past chapters. Let me know if I need to add any.

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“Y/N, Y/N… Y/N, c’mon… Fuck, why d’ya gotta be so fucking cute when you’re asleep?” 

“You think I’m cute?” you sleepily mumble. Yesterday slowly seeps back into your memory. “Can- Can I please have-“

“Breakfast first,” he says. 

“That is breakfast,” you whine in protest.

“That’s where you’re wrong. Made a phone call. Cinnamon rolls with extra icing, right?”

“Phone call? To-“

“Xavier’s.”

You jolt, suddenly fully awake.

“They’re gonna be looking for me now.”

“They already were, at Wade’s request. They’ve stopped because they know you’re with your other soulmate.” 

“Can’t wait for that news to get back to him,” you scoff. 

“Eat,” he insists. “Quickly, we have a problem.”

He points to the TV. Wade and some kid you realize has to be Russell are going to…

“Oh, fuck!” you leap up from the bed, scarfing down a couple of the cinnamon rolls before heading to the bathroom. You frantically search for a spare toothbrush, giving up and settling for a few rounds of mouthwash. You steal some of his deodorant before heading back to the room and throwing on your bra and jeans from yesterday. “Sorry I slept in so late, I-“

“You really didn’t, it’s only ten,” he reassures you. “We’ve just got shit to do.” 

“Yeah, we gotta get them out, you should’ve gotten me up sooner!” 

“What?”

“What do you mean, what?” you ask. 

“My first priority is killing Edward Fredricksen.”

“That’s your soulmate, and that kid will just end up killing somebody else’s family if we don’t help him,” you argue. 

“Fuck, are you always this right all the time?” He sounds like he’s complaining, but you take it as a compliment. You put your boots back on.

“Let’s go,” you say. 

“I would’ve let you sleep longer if I knew you’d be ready this fast,” he mumbles, and you realize he’s still sorting through his weapons. He settles for one particularly large gun, as well as a couple of pistols he keeps holstered. 

“It’s an emergency, of course I didn’t dawdle,” you reply. “Better get something for Wade, too.”

“What would he like?”

“Probably what you’ve got strapped to your back… Would settle for anything, though. He’s resourceful.” 

“Got it,” he says, putting on a thigh holster and sliding an additional handgun in there. “Let’s go. Wait, you- Never mind…”

“What?”

“Was gonna ask if you needed a weapon. Dumb question.”

“You were smart enough to catch yourself,” you remind him, taking his hand and pulling him out of the motel room. He locks the door behind you both and you head out. 

The drive to the prison is strategy talk, mostly Nathan insisting you hang back while you insist you take the lead.

“I can handle it!” you shout at the same time, and despite your bickering, you both laugh. 

“I’m serious, anybody who gets in our way will be fucking confetti,” you promise. “And maybe a few more of those pigs while I’m at it!”

“Same here,” he argues. “I almost don’t even wanna bring you, it’s too dangerous.”

“I’ll just drink some of Wade’s blood if I get hurt,” you remind him. “I’ll be alright.”

“Just stay behind me until you see him, okay?”

“Ugh, you’re not budging.” 

“Me budging is you being here in the first place. If I had it my way, you’d still be asleep!”

“You’re sweet, Nathan, but… I’ve survived this long, give me some credit.”

He groans. 

“You shouldn’t have to… He-”

“Not his fault. My, uh… My father’s kinda the one who got me into this life. Powers manifested early, and even once Xavier’s found me… He would take me out for the weekend and… Well, the folks down at Sister Margaret’s, they didn’t take too kindly to some mutie stealing all the jobs. I explained the situation, though, and they-” You chuckle. “They were like fucking coyotes, man. Ripped him to pieces.”

“I was wondering why they seemed to be sorta… Different. That kinda place, don’t really expect them to take too kindly to women. Guess they have a bit of a soft spot for you, watching you grow up and all that.”

He sounds almost envious. You suppose if he was from this time, maybe he’d have been a regular there. Perhaps he wishes he was the one to save you, to dry your tears and keep you safe as you got older, not pushing you or grooming you but preparing you for the future. Holding you through the pain of what Wade was going through, maybe preventing him from going through it in the first place.

But that’s just not how things are. 

You arrive at the prison, and you’re already dropping the outer layer of guards. You watch their helmets pop off of their exploding heads like the lids of glass soda bottles. 

Pop, pop, pop…

“Don’t wear yourself out,” Nathan nervously chuckles.

“Just getting warmed up,” you chirp. 

“Damn, that is really…”

“Terrifying?”

“I was trying to find a classier way to say sexy,” he mumbles. 

“Aw, really? Thank you! Let’s head in.” You grab his hand, pulling him along eagerly. 

He uses explosives to create an… Alternative entrance. He scans the inside before running off. 

“Hey! Hey! Not all of us have a sixth sense!” you cry out, annoyed at being left behind. A guard rushes you both, and you put him down, opting for all the blood to leave his brain instead of the other way around. 

“Bionic eye,” Nathan corrects. You continue to take down the guards, working outwards from you both until there’s none left in sight. “So much for hanging back.”

“You’re too slow, old man,” you snark in return, but you take his hand. 

“Weren’t you the one struggling to keep up before?”

“That’s just ‘cause I was still getting warmed up. I told you.” 

“Y/N M/N!” Wade scolds, striding over with Russell in tow. 

“That’s pretty. M/N. That’s one of the names I had on the list for Hope. Aaliyah vetoed it, though,” Nathan mumbles to you, and you smile. 

“And who’s this?!”

“Who do you think?” you retort, and Wade shrinks a little, before putting on his mask. Not the literal one, but the cocky, humorous facade. 

“Hot damn,” Wade sighs. “That’s a lot of cream for your twinkie.” 

Nathan’s resting scowl intensifies as he glares at Wade.

“Wade Wilson, nice to meet you,” Wade snaps out of his fantasies to introduce himself, extending a hand. Nathan shakes it, still glaring.

“Nathan Summers.” 

“Y’know, I always thought I wasn’t the best fit for somebody with daddy issues. You make a lot of sense.”

“I could say the same thing,” you scoff, thinking of Wade’s own problems with his father. 

“I’d say you fit the role pretty well, too, seeing as you ran off when things got hard,” Nathan snarls. You let go of his hand, hurt. “Oh, no, doll, I didn’t mean you.” He reclaims your hand. 

“Doll?! What are you-“

“46,” Nathan stops him, but he can’t help but snicker. 

“Uh, guys? What exactly is going on here?” Russell asks. 

“I’m gonna kill your old headmaster and you’re gonna go to Xavier’s to enjoy the rest of your childhood,” you dryly inform him. 

“Oh… Okay.”

“Solid plan, except for the part where you kill somebody!” Wade squeals. 

“Are you kidding? I just killed countless people to get to you, and I already accepted the job from Weasel. That headmaster guy has a crazy high bounty on his head.”

“I don’t like it when you kill people,” Wade insists. 

“Then you’re a fuckin’ hypocrite!” Nathan argues. “She’s good at it, and it’s what she wants to do!” 

“It’s dangerous!” 

“She’s dangerous!” 

That shuts Wade up. He looks at you like he’s seeing you for the first time. Having seen you at your most vulnerable, he forgets what you’re capable of. It’s about time he had a reminder. 

“Let’s get outta here, guys,” you remind them, making your great escape. 

When you get back to the hotel room, you sit at a stool at the small counter near the kitchenette. Nathan plunks down beside you. 

“You know, what you did in there… I never doubted you, but damn. You’re one hell of a woman.”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you reply, after giggling at his compliment. 

You feel something hot bubble up in your stomach. Jealousy. You both turn to Wade. 

“I’m sorry, would you not feel a little jealous if some silver fox daddy just strolled in and started chatting me up?!”

“Uh, there’s a child present,” you remind him. 

“I don’t even know what half of that meant,” Russell mumbles, and you crack up a little.

“Good,” you say, stepping down from the stool and approaching him. You crouch down to meet his level; he’s sitting on the edge of the bed. “What do you like to watch?”

“Watch?” 

“Y’know, on TV?” you clarify.

“They let us watch Disney movies, sometimes, if we’re good… But they usually end up turning those off before we���re even halfway through. They say they have bad themes about rebelling against authority.”

“Let’s see what’s on,” you chirp. “Or, uh, here…” You open up the Disney+ app on your phone. “Pick whatever you want off of here and just play it. All the Disney movies you could ever want are on there. If you get bored of that, let me know. I’ve got other apps with movies and stuff.”

“Really?” Russell has so much hope and fear in his eyes. You can’t wait to get him to Xavier’s.

“Really,” you confirm, and he grins. You squeeze his shoulder gently before turning back to your soulmates. “So, I guess our next step is to take him to Xavier’s. They should be able to pick him up from here. Is it okay if I give them our location, Nathan?”

He nods. 

“Cool, I’ll text Ellie,” you tell them both. “But, uh, I’m gonna let him finish at least one movie, first.”

“I’ll text her,” Wade offers. 

“Awesome,” you say. “Could you check the news while you’re at it? See if they got our faces or Nathan’s truck?”

“On it,” he replies. 

“What can I do?” Nathan asks. 

“Just keep standing there and looking handsome,” you flirt, and he gets a good chuckle out of that. You sit next to Russell. “Ooh, I love this movie. Here, let’s sit against the headboard, I’ll hold the phone.”

You pull out your Popsocket, and the boy’s eyes are the size of golfballs. He’d been carefully clutching each side of the device. 

You keep the phone perched between your fingers as Beauty and the Beast unfolds. A rollaway bed is rolled in, and you suppose a retrieval team from Xavier’s won’t be coming until morning. 

“The prince’s beast form was more handsome,” Russell complains. 

“I agree,” you reply. “Wanna watch another?”

He yawns. 

“Can I… Tomorrow?”

“Hell yeah,” you tell him. “Get some rest.”

Russell gets on the glorified cot, pulling the blankets on top of himself.

“Best we can do, kid. Sorry,” Nathan apologizes. 

“No, this is nice,” he insists. “At least it’s all mine, and-” Russell stops himself. “It’s good.”

Wade and Nathan look at the bed, you, and then each other. 

“If you two wanna quit your staring contest and get on the bed, that’d be nice. Just lay on either side of me if you two still hate each other, or whatever the fuck is going on.”

“I don’t hate him,” they say in unison, looking at each other with surprise. You scoff. They get into bed, and the three of you struggle with the twisted comforter until you’re all covered. 

You find yourself holding on to Wade’s arm, leg hitched up over his hip. Nathan spoons you, cheek pressed against your back. 

“Thanks for not, uh… Drinking any more of Francis’s blood today. I appreciate that,” he says softly. 

“I just got caught up in everything and forgot. I’m… I’m sorry for the stuff I said yesterday,” you reply at the same volume. 

“It wasn’t you. It was him.”

“Getting some of his traits doesn’t mean I’m not responsible. That’s like someone blaming alcohol for the shitty things they say and do while drunk,” you remind him. 

“It’s okay, honeybun. Do you need to hear me say I forgive you? Because I do, I did as it was happening. I love you,” he promises. 

“I love you, too, Wade.” You start to feel a little guilty about what happened with Francis. 

“Who’d you kill, baby?” he asks. “You didn’t think I didn’t know, did you? I know they deserved it. Whatever they said, or did, it… Hurt. A lot.” 

“It was Francis,” you admit, starting to tear up. 

“Oh, that’s it?”

“You’re not mad?”

“I’ve been telling you to let me get rid of him for ages. I would’ve preferred it be me to do it, but, hey. It’s okay. What did he say to you?” 

“He said… It’s not important now,” you say quietly.

His other hand reaches around, messing with your hair. 

“It bothered you, that makes it important.”

“He said a lot of shit. But, uh, what made me lose my temper…” You sigh. “He said you loved her more, and that that’s why I let her die.” 

Wade’s hand leaves you, curling into a fist. You feel his frustration course through you. Nathan holds you tighter. He drops his hand, letting it rest on his stomach. 

“That sick fuck. That’s not even remotely true, you know that, right?”

You nod, but survivor’s guilt still boils inside of you. 

“It’s not. That fucking asshole, I wish we could bring him back just to kill him again.” 

“You two. As much as I appreciate that you’re having this sorely needed heart-to-heart, we’ve got a big day tomorrow. Let’s get some sleep,” Nathan reminds you both. Just the word “sleep” makes your eyelids feel heavy. 

“Yeah,” Wade agrees. “It’s not true. It’s not true at all. None of it. Fucking piece of fucking-” Wade sighs. “I’m so glad you’re alright. Physically, I mean.” 

You yawn, afterwards nuzzling your way into a cozy spot against Wade’s shoulder. 

“It can only get better from here,” you mumble. 

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vro0m’s rewatch - 157/310

2015 British GP

And we're back again in Silverstone. I still only have the race available, and it's in low res so sorry for the gif quality. And so I now have it all in better quality so it's all fixed, let's see what the prerace build-up has in store for us. 

Before quali, the race directors warned the drivers about the track limits. Guess how many drivers saw at least one of their times deleted for track limits violations? Eleven. Anyway it was, unsurprisingly, a Mercedes front row with Lewis on pole. Williams locked the second row, Massa ahead of Valtteri. 

And Lewis talked about his pole lap with Brundle. He's ahead of "his nemesis mister Vettel" in terms of number of poles, Brundle says. Lewis says it's crazy then chuckles like what Brundle said just registered and says he can't believe it. He credits the team and the car. They talk about very specific things in very specific corners, I'm not gonna go into details. 

Of course we get a Lewis segment, I mean it's the British gp. Johnny went to learn how to drift with him. They're laughing their asses off. They ended up in the gravel. Istg they're laughing so much they seem fucking high. Then it turns into an interview.

Johnny asks why Lewis wasn't there for testing. He says he had health things he needed to get checked out and it was more important to him and also he doesn't feel like he gets a lot out of testing, but that's not why he didn't do it. His hair is a STRUGGLE jesus. It looks so dry. Johnny asks why the team has been so incredible. Lewis says it's been a year and half of dominance and such a special journey he's taken with this team. Collectively everyone is doing an amazing job. It's been his best year in terms of qualifying so far. Johnny says hopefully they fixed the clutch issue that fucked up his start in Austria. What about the track? He says he's been watching Nigel Mansel win at this track, and Johnny himself. Johnny says something about Nigel something one second a lap. Lewis repeats : "one second a lap?!" They're talking over each other I can't understand. "I don't know where he got that one second," Lewis says and they laugh. Then he says it's the best feeling when you win, when a Brit wins that race. It's hard to describe that feeling. Johnny describes the sea of flags. Lewis says British fans in general for whatever sport are so enthusiastic. He thinks Nigel is right and the fans do give you an extra boost. He says he doesn't know how much it's worth, maybe it's that second. They laugh again. 

And we cut straight to his side track interview. Natalie asks how energised he is by the support he's getting here.

He says it never gets old, they just went around the track and there's no blank area, the fans are everywhere. He hopes they can do it for them today. She asks if the pole felt sweeter because he had to work for it, it hasn't been the smoothest of weekends. He says he never wants anything done easily, he likes to do things the hard way.

Nico was doing really good as well. But the weather is getting better, there's so many fans there, so many British flags and caps, "guys I appreciate it, I hope I can do it for you today!" Natalie says they have a girl right there who's turning 21 that day. Apparently he's her favourite driver. But she's busy talking with Jenson at the moment. How did she get the opportunity to be there in the first place, I don't know lol. He ducks around and goes to see the crowd. Natalie taps on her shoulder. "You've just missed Lewis." The girl turns around horrified. "Nooooo!" – "You've just missed him!" Natalie repeats. He's climbing the fence to the fans in the background. Waving. He jumps back down and walks back to Natalie. We don't see what happens with that one girl in the end. 

On the way to the grid, Nasr's Sauber stops on the track. He can't seem to get it started again. 

On F1's YouTube channel I've found a video of the drivers' fan meetings and a segment about Lewis so let's watch that! 

On stage, Johnny asks Lewis if he's gonna do it this time, after his troubles in Austria. Lewis puts his hand in his pocket with a sigh and starts "you know…" but the crowd cheers so loudly he chuckles. "I can't believe how many people are here!" he says instead. Nico is expecting his first child btw, I didn't know that. He gets a lot of cheers too. A girl in the crowd asks Lewis who's his favourite team-mate. He says he doesn't think anyone has a favourite team-mate lol. "No one likes a team-mate. I'm kidding." Then he's off the stage throwing caps in the crowd. He signs autographs and says he's never seen so many British fans.

In his segment, Lewis is in Brackley talking about last year's championship. He says it feels like yesterday. Seeing the car he won with there brings back a lot of memories. "But it's strange cause the world never stops, it keeps going and you kinda have to move on so… So quickly to focusing on the next year, but it's an amazing feeling, 2 time world champion." He says at times his friends remind him, or they'll say he didn't drive too bad that weekend and he'll say "yeah well… I am world champion." He laughs. "And then they'd say 'no, TWO'" and it reminds him like that.

They're looking at the 2014 trophy wall. The journalist asks if the trophies have come to mean something different to him over the years. He says they mean a "huge amount" to him. He says it's the end result of all that you go through with the engineers and the training and in your psyche and then the race itself. "And when you stand up there this is like the proudest moment." The journalist asks what trophy would catch his attention there in terms of races. He doesn't think long. "It probably would be…" and he put his finger on one of the glass doors. "Bahrain," the journalist says. "Bahrain," he repeats with a smile. He says he wasn't the quickest in the race and to be able to manoeuvre the way he did around Nico even though he was faster was the greatest feeling.

They walk to the W05 and he says it's probably his favourite car in his career." I actually just wanna take it home," he says. "But they would never allow that!" he adds with a chuckle. He explains that he had to adapt the ergonomics of the car when he arrived because what Nico had did not match his centre of gravity etc. "So when I moved that, it was interesting," he smiles again, "because then Nico followed. Same position and everything." He also says he does his moulding himself, the foam shaving etc, and doesn't let anyone else do it because he knows how he wants it. He enjoys doing it. Then the steering wheel is about simplicity. He says the engineers want to give them so much information and his job is to say what he needs and doesn't, what he'll try and test to decide if he needs it or not and then he decides how and where to put it on the steering wheel and how it appears on his screen. Nico's buttons aren't in the same order. 

They talk about the last few laps in Abu Dhabi last year. The journalist says of course Nico had problems then but Massa was getting closer and closer. He asks what it was like for him. Lewis says Massa was never really a threat, he could answer to him. He says 2007 in China, he only had to finish 5th but wanted to win, and was racing to win. (Remember what happened? It was the penultimate race of the season and Lewis could win the title right there, as he said, by finishing 5th. It was a wet race. And halfway through, his tyres were gone from how much he was pushing, he was losing grip. He tried to pit but ended up in the gravel and couldn't get out anymore. It was a terrible DNF.) He says if he'd known what he knows now, he would have focused on winning the championship more than winning the race. Then in Abu Dhabi 2014, in these last three laps, he knew Nico wasn't in contention for the race win anymore and he knew he just had to bring the car home. The journalist asks if he was talking to the car. He hums. "Sometimes. Sometimes I've done that, yeah." But he can't remember if he did it in that race. But he's absolutely done that some times. "You kind of rub the tub 'come on we can do it, we can do it, we can make it'". He says there's a special bond between the driver and the car as the car keeps them safe and you work with it to achieve your goals. He says he'll miss that bond when he stops racing. Then they talk about the bond he has with the British fans and he says he truly believes the energy they send makes a real difference.

Lewis reports poor grip out of his grid box. Worrying for the start. 

And they're racing! 

Oh my god what the absolute fuck? Massa takes the lead? And Valtteri takes P2? What happened to these Williams? No, Lewis maintains P2 but he's wheel to wheel with Bottas! Valtteri is indeed ahead!!! WHAT IS GOING ON. At the back Maldonado and Grosjean made contact and went wide. Jenson is trapped in the gravel and Lewis just overtook Valtteri for P2. Safety car out. 

Jenson is out, Grosjean is out. Alonso pits. It's a bad one, they struggle to take his nose off. Maldonado has also stopped after all. That's 3 DNFs in one lap again. So both McLarens actually made contact which is the reason for both the stop and Jenson's DNF. 

The safety car is coming in. Lewis is basically ON Massa’s rear tyres he's so close. He attacks but locks up. He goes wide, and Valtteri overtakes him again! He's now defending against Nico. After a few laps, Lewis finally sets the fastest lap. He's put Valtteri back in DRS range. It's on. Valtteri himself is only half a second behind his team-mate but then he's informed he's not allowed to race him for now. They say the same thing to Massa, adding that they have to pull away from the Mercedes together. That seems dangerous at the moment. We're told Valtteri is complaining that he has more pace and Ted agrees he's Williams' best chance. And just then, on lap 10, he attacks Massa. 

So that's Massa, Valtteri right on him, Lewis 0.9 behind, Nico over a second further then Hulkenberg, Raikkonen, Kvyat, Seb, Perez and Sainz for P10. We hear Valtteri's engineer repeat he's not to attack and Valtteri says he has more pace, asks if he can overtake and says he can do it on the back straight. The answer comes shortly after : it has to be a "really clean move" and he has to pull away once in the lead. Valtteri doesn't let him repeat. "Copy." (It's hot, sorry not sorry, we love assertive Valtteri in this house.)

He can't make it on the next lap though, but both Williams are still faster than the Mercs. Interesting. Massa goes wide but still, Valtteri is behind. The Mercedes mechanics are readying themselves?! They go back in. Seb pits though. Daniel complains of a loss of power. Valtteri attacks again, he's so close! They need to let him through, come on. Lewis is called in. 

It's lap 20. 2.4 stop! Great job! He's out in P4. Massa and Nico come in as a result. They're side by side in the exit! Massa stays ahead of him although Lewis is virtually in the lead. Valtteri pits. Lewis is in the actual lead and Nico attacks Valtteri for P3, Valtteri stays ahead! The crowd is going wild for Lewis. Daniel retires his car. Now both Williams are told it's a race to the end including against each other. They're announcing possible rain before the end of the race and indeed dark clouds are gathering. Oh we also lost Verstappen at some point? Okay. 

On lap 30, then, Lewis is 5 seconds in the lead ahead of Massa, Valtteri is 1.4 seconds behind him, and Nico 0.6 seconds further down. Behind them it's now Raikkonen, Seb, Kvyat, Hulkenberg, Sainz and Perez. The rain should hit in 20 minutes and be an actual downfall. That might change things. Nico is told to give it everything. Yellow flags, Sainz slows down. That's the second Toro Rosso probably DNFing, yep. He's stopped. Virtual Safety Car. Here we go again. 

And it starts raining. 

Lewis : "So far it has stopped." Bono : "Nobody's stopped yet." Lewis : "No : the rain has stopped." But he might just be in a different part of the track because the Williams are struggling now and Valtteri goes wide while Nico closes on him but Nico goes wide as well! The Mercedes mechanics are getting prepared. Valtteri calls for a pit for the second time but his engineer maintains the rest of the track is dry and it has stopped raining. Seb overtakes Raikkonen for P6. Raikkonen pits. Nico overtakes Valtteri. Ted says if you believe the radar the shower has indeed passed and Bono says so as well to Lewis, who just went wide. He adds the next one should be 5 minutes away and light. 

It's lap 40 and Lewis is 5.5 seconds ahead of Massa, himself 3 seconds ahead of Nico. Valtteri is of course P4, Seb P5, Kvyat P6, Hulkenberg P7, Raikkonen now P8, Perez P9 and Ericsson is currently P10. Nico is closing on Massa very quickly or rather Massa is losing a lot of time. Nico overtakes him. And very quickly Lewis is losing insane amounts of time as well, as he says it started raining again, and Nico is reducing that gap very very quickly. And by that I mean 2 seconds a lap. LEWIS PITS fuck he says he has no grip! It's raining harder and he gets the inters, Seb does as well, is it the right decision? Nico wants to come in as well now. There's umbrellas in the crowd. It's a 3.4 stop for Nico and Williams are stacking their cars, Valtteri is gonna lose out in the process. No! He actually did not have to wait at all! His stop was even quicker than Massa's! 

Anyway, that's Lewis back in the lead 8.7 ahead of Nico, ahead of Seb! 5 laps to go. Nico is losing time on Lewis. Yellow flags, it's a Marussia going off and joining back without a front wing. Raikkonen has to stop again because he put the inters too early. 

It's the end of the race! 

And Lewis WINS! Again! Ahead of Nico and Seb!

Niki says nobody can complain anymore after such an incredible race (remember at the time there's a lot of talk about F1 being boring). Ted asks who decided to pit Lewis right at the time he did because it was absolutely perfect timing. He doesn't really answer, he just says thank god. Lewis does a donut lol. 

In the cool down room, he's out of breath. He woos as he sets down his helmet. "The rain came…" he says. And he sighs. Nico is sipping water in a chair, Seb comes to shake his hand. (sorry for the gifs glitching, that’s from the video, nothing I can do.)

Then Lewis walks to Nico to shake his. "Good job !" he says. 

OH MY GOD IT'S BONOOOO YESSS Lewis finally turns around and sees him as Bono tells him something that I can't make out ("it was a lot harder than it should be, innit?" I think) . "Aww dude!" Lewis exclaims as he goes straight in for a hug with much pats on the back.

"So happy you're here man." – "That was brilliant," says Bono. Lewis goes back to his hair. Nico talks to Seb in German so Lewis goes back to Bono.

Lewis thanks his fans. He says he was gunning the whole way and he really wanted to do it for them. He's thankful for the support, he could see them through the corner of his eye every lap. The interviewer asks him about the start. He thinks it was due to poor grip, but it made the race even more exciting for the fans. He says for the first time in his career he made the perfect decision with his pit stop.

Then after the two others' interviews, he's asked if he has a message for the fans who came to see him. He says "hum… My Mom's down here!" and the interviewer waves his hand "hi mom!"

He says he's elated, "you can't imagine how happy I am." He says he started tearing up on his last lap. "Really hoping that I could hold on to it for you guys." He says he felt them all the way. He finishes by saying he'll keep pushing for the championship and "thank you so much for all the support, now let's party!" 

Postrace, Valtteri said he was sure he could have pulled away if he was in front, but he also said that "no one should let anyone by. That's not racing, but it would have been nice to have been able to race when I had the best opportunities." 

There was a minor controversy surrounding the moment the merc mechanics came out to the pits and then back in, which Toto admitted was "a bit of a game", because according to sporting regs, the mechanics are only allowed in the pit lane for pit stops. In the midst of it there was a text from Susie Wolff to her husband apparently saying "you guys think you can fool us, ha, ha, ha." Anyway nothing came out of it but some fans were calling for a penalty on twitter or something. 

Lewis showed up in the media pen with the trophy.

His name is not etched on it yet. He's buzzing. He says it was one of the trickiest races he's had for a long time but it was fantastic. He says it's fortunate it was a difficult start for the both of them and not just him. He was eager to get Massa at the restart but went deep. He couldn't overtake those guys. Great pit stop. And then it rained. "I was like 'oh my god'" he groans with a smile.

He says it's difficult because when you're the first car you're the first to test everything out, to feel out what the track's doing. But he kept seeing the crowd from the corner of his eye and didn't wanna drop it for them. And then he came in for the wets just at the right time. (He's beaming, that one decision was really something. He looks so utterly satisfied with himself hehe.) "When I came out though I'm thinking 'I HOPE that it does rain'" he says with a chuckle.

He sighs. He says those last laps, especially the final one, he felt really emotional. Just hoping he could keep on the track for everyone. Natalie asks if the perfectly timed pit stop was genius or luck. He says there's nothing genius about it and he also doesn't think it was luck. He says you can just see as you go how much is raining and what parts of the circuit are getting wet and he had info from the engineers. He says it was just "for once" the right call. Sometimes you get it right, sometimes you get it wrong. She asks if he was surprised by the Williams' start and their straight line speed. He says not the straight line speed, they've always had that. He says the Mercedes had a lot of wheelspin yesterday already, although his clutch actually performed really well, it was a grip problem. They'll analyse it to see what that was but, he smiles, he's happy with the clutch that he chose and will use it in the next race.

She says interestingly he and the team said the Ferraris and Williams wouldn't be a threat today but it looked like at one point they might have been. He says with the Williams, it's a medium and high speed circuit and you can't follow. But he got close anyway and then he says something about traffic when he got out of the pits. She asks for a final word on the fans. They've been the best this weekend as they are every year. He does honestly believe they have the best fans in the world here, whatever the sport is. The energy was electric. 

Okay so now that I've watched the full broadcast I'm unsure where that was from because I didn't see it in it, maybe it was post quali idk but here's something I found before I had access to the full broadcast :

I've found the post race interviews but the quality's too poor to make gifs. Ted says it's difficult to stay focused and do what he's supposed to do and stay focused on what everyone wants aka for him to win the race. Lewis says he thinks what's important is to focus on what you want rather than what everyone else wants. So he does his own thing and of course his goal is to win the championship but that doesn't mean he can't do anything else outside F1 and he thinks it's strange how some people feel like that's the way it is. He says he's not doing anything particularly different this year compared to the previous years although he might be more visible this year. "I would say I'm enjoying myself more this year." Ted says he didn't ask about him doing other things. He asks if he's read thing about that. Lewis answers something but the mic isn't with him so I don't hear. He says something about Ted talking about focus and doing other things this weekend, "are you not?". Ted is genuinely baffled. "No, no," he says in a higher pitched voice. "I was just asking… I don't know, were you talking about people asking you about where, why…" Lewis is talking again but I can't hear. It's weird and confusing. I didn't understand Ted’s question at the start either, I thought I'd miss some of it. Lewis says he thought he meant about how he balanced his life with racing. Ted says again "no, no" and finally clarifies he meant how he balances the demands at his home grand prix. Lewis throws his head back "ooohhh…", smiles, looks at someone on the side and laughs. Ted goes on saying he doesn't get the same attention here than, say, in Malaysia. I see Lewis mouth "of course" and he gives him the mic. "I don't feel any particular demands here," he says. "I just feel it's, like a super positive weekend. This is the weekend where you know you're gonna have– it's gonna be like 130'000 people here, it's probably gonna be more over the weekend and you know that a good portion of them, a large portion of them, are there for the Brits. I want, you know, myself and Jenson and the guys to go out there and do the best that we can and at least one of us come out with a, you know, with the nation's flag at the top next to P1. So that's, you know– there's no real negative, there's no negative at all coming here. Naturally there's pressure within yourself because you want to do way better than perhaps you do in other places." Ted says he wanna go back to what he was saying earlier about doing other things than F1. I understand that he apparently missed a testing day or something. Ted asks if there was a reason why he asked to be excused from it. Mmh. Dangerous territory. Lewis tilts his head, adjusts his sunglasses, answers immediately. "You know I had– I had some doctor uh, some doctor checkups that I had erm, which I felt was more valuable– actually, actually it was, it was more valuable for me to get done and so that's why I chose not to do the test." Ted pushes his luck : "did it matter that Nico got track time instead?" Lewis answers : "Erm… I don't personally feel so." 

We cut back to the broadcast and Ted says "that was slightly awkward with Lewis Hamilton wasn't it? I think he thought I was asking a different question but he obviously is defensive. He was with Pharrell Williams the first day of the Austrian test, he put that on social media so he is gonna get asked when he makes on twitter things public." He's saying all that to Craig Slater, who says Paddy Lowe has been asked a couple of times about Lewis’ whereabouts and had to make excuses for him, "and try and explain, maybe without revealing the truth, why he wasn't there." He also points out that him then having apparently a medical issue is interesting. 

Ohhhh Carmen is in the team photo 🥺🥰

Look at her talking with Bono 🥺

🥺🥺🥺

Lewis is swamped by the journalists and cameras but climbs the barriers either way to salute the fans. They're ROARING. 

And Lewis is finally back for one last interview with them. He jokes with Johnny that he was driving better today than the other day when they were together. They laugh. He says that drifting experience definitely made a difference for him today. The crowd behind him is chanting his name. He says he loves racing and when the guys passed him at the start he was actually excited for a "natural race". They joke some more about the drifting.

He's asked to talk about the start and he's interrupted by how loud the crowd is being. He chuckles and he explains the whole wheelspin thing again but behind him they're still chanting and they cheer every time he briefly turns around to smile at them.

Johnny asks about the rain and the pit stop call. He confirms it was his call. He says he was trying to stay out as long as he could but he could see more and more droplets. He says he doesn't know if the people at home know, when you're driving through the rain it looks like it's pouring but in some places it's not. And then in other places it's worse and when you get there you start aquaplaning and it's scary, he says with the usual huge grin he has for scary things. It was getting slippery so that's when he made the call. Simon says they drew straws for who was gonna interview him because both Johnny and Hill have their names on the trophy. He says only 2 other Brits apart from him have their names on it three times : Jim Clark and Nigel Mansel. Does it mean a great deal to him? It does, being a part of British history and of this race's history. He turns around to talk about the fans. "We got the best fans here, man, it's crazy." The trophy holds so much history (it's one they can't keep btw, they have one they can take home but this one stays there) he knows that way after his time they're gonna be a part of it, he says to Johnny who's holding it. He says having the Hamilton name on it, he's proud of what he and his family achieved to be up there with it. Simon says he has to chase down Jim Clark's five wins, that's the next target, then he asks what he's gonna do tonight. He says he's gonna stay there for a few days but he doesn't have anything planned for tonight. "I'm gonna have a good meal that's for sure um… I'll have some sweets, and I might have a drink tonight." Johnny hands the trophy over, and Lewis walks to the barriers and climbs up to lift it up over his head for the crowd.

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“When Petunia Dursley refused to take Harry in she forfeited his birthright protection, so Dumbledore took the baby to the safest place he knew: Hogwarts.

The applicable staff (mostly just… not Snape) took Harry in on a rotating schedule as he grew from baby to toddler to child. They traded extra credit for babysitting among the older students, and Harry grew up knowing a few dozen different laps that were safe and warm to nap in.

This was a Harry who grew up among books, among old transient walls and learned professors. They gave Binns night duty sometimes, and let him talk young Harry to sleep. This was a Harry whose world changed, on principle, daily. The stairs moved. The walls became doors. You had to keep your eyes open–you had to pay attention. So he did.

He grew up in a school. Knowledge was power, but knowledge was also joy. This was his sanctuary. There was magic in his world from birth.”

Merlin

Garden or Graveyard by ShanaStoryTeller

“Merlin has a secret. Arthur, it turns out, also has a secret.

It's the same secret.”

True Love by platonic_boner

“AU where soulmates can’t lie to each other.

(That’s okay, Merlin wasn’t planning to lie to Arthur anyways! Haha.. ha.. ha…)”

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood

Son of the Desert by ShanaStoryTeller

“Every time Edward sees the circle on the back Mustang's hand, he wants to scream, wants to reach across the desk and shake him, wants to wrap his hands around the older man's throat and ask if it was worth it, if this desk and his rank is worth the screaming, crying, writhing, burning bodies of his people -

"Something to say, Fullmetal?" Mustang drawls.

Edward snaps the file shut, "Nope."

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