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[lovemomhatepolice]

winner - lando norris

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pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

warnings: cursing, official relationship, p in v, blowjob, handjob, fingering, unprotected sex! (protect yourself), alcohol mention, first time sex!, English is my second language!

type: fluff/smut at the end

word count: 5k+

summary: 2024 Miami Grand Prix, which ends with Lando Norris' first victory in his career and an unexpected end to the week for a new couple

more content: formula 1 masterlist, lando norris masterlist

To say that your heart was beating fast really you would have to use the most complex terms the world has ever seen. On that day, everything seemed somehow faster.

Ever since you said goodbye to Lando and let him go to prepare quietly for the race - you were not quiet at all. And this wasn't the first time you had to check your heart rate on your watch when your boyfriend was about to have a race. Oh, it was like that every time. However, you very often experienced it from home or from somewhere other than Mclaren's official garage, as your relationship was still fresh. But now you were especially afraid for him because of yesterday's incident that took place during the sprint.

You looked anxiously around the Mclaren garage in search of more familiar faces. At first you couldn't find anyone, but soon found yourself in the arms of your good friend Lily, Oscar's girlfriend. “God, how good you are here,” you said and looked at the girl with a smile of relief. “Well, it's good to see you too” She laughed and moved slightly away from you. “How do you feel?”

You adjusted the orange dress you were wearing today and smiled at her this time with a broader smile, although you continued to feel a slight uneasiness inside. “Well, this is only my second race where Lando and I can officially show up as a couple, so it's definitely still pretty damn new to me.” You replied sincerely, combing your hand through your hair. “But I'm positive, the guys did great in qualifying, so hopefully this will help something.”

“You're right. Well, who if not them?” She laughed and comfortingly touched your hand. “Come on, let's get something to drink so you don't fall here.”

Time passed inexorably slowly without Lando, but even so, you opened up even more to the rest of the people in the team. Everyone was very nice and tried to create a family atmosphere, which you could feel. You drank cocktails that had been prepared together earlier and ate delicacies that were decorated specially in the color of papaya.

Meanwhile, Bianca has also joined you. You were so damn grateful that she was there too - ever since you met her she was like a little sister to you.

From that moment on, you were in your own world. There were people next to you with whom you felt good and you knew that you would have a nice time racing, so you practically didn't stress about what was around you anymore.

You were in the middle of a conversation with your boyfriend's team, Lily and Bianca, when you felt strong arms around your waist. You didn't wonder for a long time who they belonged to.

“Hello,” you laughed and turned around, still remaining in his arms.

Lando was now standing in front of you, smiling from ear to ear, which was nothing new at all. This boy always had a smile on his face, maybe sometimes smaller, sometimes bigger, but it definitely never left him.

“Hi”, Lando smiled at you and hugged you. “Did I surprise you?”

You laughed under your breath. "A little bit, I'll admit it," You replied and reached out your hand towards his slightly wet hair. The weather was really harsh today, let alone during the race when they had to sit in hot cars. "I thought you were getting ready for the race. After all, they were…' You stopped and glanced at the clock on the wall behind Lando. "You have less than an hour until the race," You muttered, looking back at your boyfriend.

The people who were standing with you earlier went their separate ways, giving you a place for a moment of privacy. You were very happy about this because at least for a while you could be relatively alone. Locked in our own bubble that no one seemed to get over.

“I know, but I had to see you before it started. My nerves are giving out,” the British driver replied, pulling you closer to him.

At that moment, there was nothing better for him than the touch of his girlfriend. He enjoyed the contact with you, the smell of your perfume, the softness of your skin.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered in your ear. “In the color of our team I haven't seen you yet.”

You heard his giggle and you didn't stop it either. You moved slightly away from the boy, however, still remaining in his embrace, and looked at him with an infatuated look on your face.

"Lando, I know how this may sound, but I feel in my bones that today is your day," you said and before Lando had time to speak, you continued. "Don't jump out at me here with your pessimistic talk like you're in the habit of saying, but just focus on your task, yeah?”

He laughed, and a slight redness filled his cheeks. He knew you well and knew how much you believed in him, but this time he wasn't sure. Because of the situation at the sprint, his head was cluttered with many thoughts. His self-doubt was not going away and was consuming him all over. Just as it had many times before.

"You know me so well, it's scary," Lando muttered. "I'll try, I really will, but what if I crash? Or worse, what if my engine gives up? I'm nervous, what can I say."

He muttered more quietly, as if someone would hear you, and tucked his head in the hollow of your neck. There were a lot of people around you, but hardly anyone knew what you were really talking about and hardly anyone dared to interrupt it at all.

"That's okay. Things don't always work out the way we want them to, and it's not always our fault," you replied, stroking his back and neck.

Of course you were damn scared for him. Always, regardless of the degree of your acquaintance, you were afraid of what might happen on the track. Apparently, fatal or more severe accidents didn't happen as often as you might think, but the fear continued in your mind.

Lando nodded slowly as you stroked his back and neck, feeling his heart beat faster. The touch of your hands on his body was always pleasant, but now it was different.

He drew you to him again, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and bringing your foreheads together.

"I'm grateful to you," he said, and his voice was slightly strained. This was nothing new before the races, and it continued to break your heart terribly. Despite more than 100 races, Lando continued to have misgivings inside. "It was somehow harder without you, you know? You're like my angel here."

You smiled tightly at him and moved even closer to the boy, kissing him on the lips. Quite lightly, but enough for him to feel it. All the emotions you wanted to convey to him at that moment.

"I am and will be by your side for as long as possible," you replied, smiling from ear to ear, which your boyfriend reciprocated.

Lando pulled you even closer to him, his body practically melting into yours. He was breathing heavily and for a moment he couldn't focus on anything, he was so lost in the moment. For a moment he forgot about the race, and his thoughts revolved only around you.

His eyes wandered over your face, and one of his hands stroked your waist through the thin layer of your orange dress.

“I love you,” he muttered lightly, but it was enough to completely melt you. His words were sincere and you knew it well. You could see it by how tightly he embraced you and how soft his lips were, gently brushing against your mouth.

“I love you too, you can't even imagine how much,” you replied, looking into his bright eyes.

Your time together passed inexorably fast, and before you knew it, your conversation was interrupted by one of Lando's team members, already calling him to the race.

“I'll be here waiting for you and keeping my fingers crossed,” you said, hugging him tightly one last time. “You are the best.”

Your whisper reached the boy's ears, at which he smiled widely. Oh, how much he loved you!

Lando reciprocated the smile, then stepped back to look at you. A huge smile was still on his lips. The boy reached out and gently brushed your hair out of your eyes. He took a deep breath before saying:

“I'll make you proud of me, I promise.”

That was the last thing you heard from his lips before he gave you one last kiss and with a quick step walked out towards his car with the rest of the team. You weren't able to answer him anymore, but you knew perfectly well that no matter the outcome, you would still be proud of him.

The race could already be felt around the corner...

After several minutes, there was no sign of Lando's team in the Mclaren garage. Each of them was in their own place and getting ready for the race. The atmosphere around them thickened even more, but all this time was spent in good company. Next to you, Lily and Bianca reappeared, as well as Lando's friends who were visiting Miami today.

Through the screen, you saw each of the drivers line up and looked out carefully for the orange car. It didn't take you long to spot it, mainly because of the yellow element at the top, making it easy to recognize them with Oscar. You smiled under your breath as you watched Lando gracefully park in the seat with the number 5.

“3…2…1! And off they go!” The voice from the loudspeaker rang out and the race began. And in your heart was the thought that everything would be fine.

•••

For a long time, dominance continued on the side of Max Verstappen, who overtook his rivals with quite a large time difference. You weren't particularly surprised. Red Bull had been the front-runner with Max for a long time - this year the only person to win a race besides him was Carlos in Australia, when the world champion's car had a glitch.

Drivers passed each other lap after lap, and time dragged mercilessly. The list was quite repetitive, and there were few replacements in front of you. Max, Charles, Oskar in the top three. Behind them Carlos, Sergio Perez and finally in sixth place Lando.

Finally, things started to get busy on the track. More and more drivers had PIT stops, making the names on the list change dramatically. The initial top five were also swapping among themselves, when suddenly you saw on the screen that at lap 24 the race leader was Oscar.

“Oh god!” muttered Lily, grabbing your hand.

You smiled in her direction, supportively squeezing her hand. In her eyes you could see how proud she was of her boyfriend. You weren't surprised, you totally understood that, especially now that Lando was in third place and seemed to hold it for a long time.

There was a bloody buzz in the Mclaren sphere, as well as in his garage, and people rose from their seats in fact from the moment Oscar and now Lando took dominance of the race. It was definitely their day and no matter which of them was going to finish on the podium, you were all very excited and supportive.

“Lando, you can do it,” you whispered to yourself, continuing to squeeze your hand with Lily.

“God, I can't stand it,” muttered Bianca, and approached you from the other side, grabbing the other of your hands.

And that was the turning point. The yellow flag, Sargeant's accident and the safety car. And Lando, who was out of it all, making his leadership of the race reach even greater heights.

You were well aware that there were more than twenty laps left of the race, but the sight of Lando, who calmly led the entire race driving behind the safety car this time, while Verstappen and Leclerc were treading on his heels, triggered such strong feelings in you that you would not be able to describe them in any words.

You knew this was his day. And just as you had promised earlier, you kept your fingers crossed with your whole self. Your hands with the girls were clenched so tightly that you had to finally relax so as not to hurt each other.

“I think our boy is going to walk away with the gold!” You heard somewhere off to the side from one of Mclaren's employees, making you laugh under your breath.

Everyone believed in him. Everyone knew that this was his day. Finally, after so many races, it was finally his time to show that he was somebody. To let everyone know it, not just his team and those close to him. Lando didn't talk about it out loud, but you knew very well that it was something he wanted to achieve. To show every person who insulted him and didn't believe he could, that he was not at all a silly young man who doesn't win races.

You followed each lap almost breathlessly, clenching your fists tightly. Tears appeared in your eyes, but you didn't give them a chance to leave your eyes. Everyone sat quietly, awaiting the expected end of the race. Charles in third, Max in second. And Lando in first. His dream was coming true at the moment, and it was confirmed by the words that came across the room less than a second later.

“15 times Lando Norris has stood on the podium. But never on the top step - until now. It's a landmark day for Lando.”

You heard and closed your eyes for literally a second to give vent to your tears. A huge smile appeared on your lips and you quickly felt the strong embrace of your colleagues around you, who were also touched by the situation. The whole garage was there, everyone was hugging, shouting with joy, clapping.

“Lando Norris wins for the first time in Formula One! It's victory in Miami for Norris and Mclaren!” The commentator shouted over the loudspeakers, which gave the final vent to all the emotions you were suppressing inside.

“He did it!”, Bianca exclaimed, hugging you from the side.

"He did it" You whispered to yourself and hugged the girls tightly to your body.

There was no end to the smiles and congratulations, and you all looked impatiently at the screen, which continued to show the winners of today's race. You watched with a smile as Lando celebrated with his team, who were waiting for him outside, and as each of the drivers hugged him in turn offering their sincerest congratulations. You were most touched by Lando and Carlos' hug, which made you gently scrunch your nose, giggling softly.

And that's what you loved about the racing - despite the rivalry, everyone supported each other and in moments like this one - the first win - they were like brothers to each other.

You really wanted to join him at this point, but you were further unsure about your appearance in more public places like Mclaren's garage, so you waited bravely.

Together with some of the team, you reached the place where the official trophy presentation was to take place. With a huge smile on your lips, you watched and recorded your boyfriend, who also, as was his custom, had a smile from ear to ear. You could well see a tear in his eye, however, no one could surprise him. It was definitely the best day of his life and everyone wanted to help him make it so he would never forget it.

And finally it came. Something you both had been waiting for a long time and finally could get. Yourselves in each other's embrace.

As soon as you saw each other after the boy entered the room where you stayed the whole race, you laughed. He, all sweaty and doused in champagne with tears of luck in his eyes, continuing in his racing outfit and with the prize in his hand, standing just like that in front of you, as if he had come home from his usual job. And you, laughing, also with tears in your eyes, in a dress in the shade of papaya, in which you supported him with your whole self. And not just today, you could do it to the end. You loved him in every possible form of the word.

You quickly shortened the distance that separated you, however, you didn't allow yourselves to touch yet. For now, you looked into each other's eyes, giggling under your breath like a pair of teenagers in love.

"Lando Norris, winner of the Miami GP race on May 5, 2024, huh?" you muttered, giggling under your breath, and looked straight into his eyes.

"[Y.N] [Y.L.N], the angel who stood over me the whole race and brought me luck and the most beautiful girl under the sun who is only mine, huh? he laughed and further reduced the distance between you, putting down the prize to one of the team members who suddenly appeared somewhere.

You were well aware that there were people around you, however, it didn't matter to you as before. However, now it was different - you were both drowning in even more happiness.

"Okay screw it, because I can't take it anymore." Purrs Lando and pulled you to him by the waist.

Your lips momentarily connected, but this time more firmly than usual. You felt all the emotions you had to offer the other person flowing between you and you were drowning in them.

You moved slightly away from Lando, placing your hands on his cheeks and combed lightly through his sticky curls. You smiled broadly in his direction, but it didn't take long and Lando quickly closed your lips in a kiss.

He pulled you even closer to him - if that was even possible and now you could perfectly feel the warmth of each other's bodies.

"I knew you would win," you whispered to him in a way that only he could hear.

Lando smiled broadly and stroked your hip with his large hand, leaning over you even more. This time his lips brushed the lobe of your ear, making you get goosebumps.

"You are my amulet of luck." he muttered, kissing your ear.

However, your moment could not last forever, and once again someone interrupted you. You moved slightly away from your boyfriend, but only a little - he didn't allow you to do more, but enough to make you feel comfortable.

"Lando, we have one more interview and then you can go wherever you want," Charles said, smiling in your direction. "Oh, hey [Y.N], I haven't seen you here in a long time."

You walked closer to the man and embraced him, smiling sincerely in his direction. It's true, it's been a long time since you've had a chance to see him, which you damn well regretted, because who like anyone, but Charles you adored. He was one of the drivers you liked better.

"Hello Charles, I hope we'll soon have the opportunity to spend time together somehow longer. I'm awfully excited to meet little Leo," you giggled, moving away from Leclerc to a comfortable distance.

"Oh god yes, she keeps talking about it," said Lando, jabbing you in the ribs with his finger. You smacked his hand lightly and stuck out your tongue in his direction.

"Okay good, go conduct the last interview star, and I will collect your stuff and what? I assume a moment at the hotel and celebrate?" You asked your boyfriend, but you didn't have to wait long for his answer.

Lando quickly nodded his head and kissed you one last time on the lips, then left together with Charles towards the right place. You, for your part, said goodbye to everyone in Mclaren's garage, in places stopping for a shorter or longer conversation. You said your last goodbyes to your friends, parting, in fact, only for a moment, as you were soon to end up at the same club. You grabbed all of Lando's things and waited for him on one of the couches, looking through your phone.

A slightly tired Lando sat down at the couch next to you after 20 minutes, quickly handing you his belongings so that you could help him. "The interview is hopefully finished," he muttered, leaning his head on your shoulder. His eyes were half-closed and it was clear that he was not far from falling into a deep sleep. But Lando also knew well that this moment would not last long. The whole team wanted to celebrate the victory, and the most important celebration was waiting for him. But for now, he was enjoying his peace and you.

"Come on, Lando. We are going to celebrate your victory." You said and jumped up from the couch, grabbing your boyfriend's hand and gently pulling him towards you.

•••

One of Miami's more popular clubs sparkled with all sorts of lights. It was packed with people - the more popular ones and those who just wanted to party that evening. There was a smell of alcohol and other substances, which you quickly picked up, paving your way behind Max, who had come with you to the place.

You were wearing a short black dress that glowed slightly, completing the atmosphere of the club. Lando walked behind you, holding your hand tightly so that you didn't escape his sight for a moment.

It didn't take long for him to be recognized. Immediately the moment you took your place at one of the higher walls, however, still in a good place between other people at your friends - Pierre with Kika and Max with Kelly, the drivers were recognized. To your eyes appeared a large led sign that loudly sang about Lando's win with the dancers, to which you burst out laughing seeing his embarrassment. You hugged him tightly to you, swaying to the rhythm of the song as people around you congratulated him on his first place, singing loudly.

You and your boyfriend celebrated with the others, but before long you found yourselves with only each other. You had already had one drink, so you were both giggling more than usual and were even more available to each other. Lando moved behind you, and you twirled your hips around his crotch, which made him moan right in your ear.

You shuddered and turned your head toward him. Lando didn't wait long, grabbing your face in his hands and kissing you hard. Your hands went to his neck, making the case that the distance between you was practically non-existent anymore. As you kissed, you felt Lando's hand slide down to your ass and clamp down hard on it, so the moan that came out of you went directly into his mouth.

"Lando," you whispered, bringing your lips together again.

Lando's hands roamed all over your body, but his attention was mainly focused on your hips and buttocks. He squeezed them tightly in his hand and smoothly rubbed his thumb over them. He leaned down slightly and whispered in your ear: "Damn, how much I love you."

"All mine" he moaned and squeezed you a little tighter, pushing you even closer together as much as possible.

Your kisses became more and more passionate, and his breathing became deeper. Your hands wandered over his unbuttoned shirt and light curls.

"Lando, I want to go back to the hotel," I said, looking straight into his beautiful bright eyes, signaling with my gaze that there is something I want more now than being in the middle of a crowded club with another people.

He noticed your gaze and nodded slowly. The heat rose in your faces and your bodies were pressed firmly against each other.

"We're leaving right away," Lando whispered in your ear, taking your hand and leading you away from the main crowd.

You did not have to wait long to get there. At Lando's request, a specially designated person from his team came to pick you up and brought you safely and quite quickly in front of the hotel.

You said goodbye to the driver and, without hesitation, headed for the elevator, holding hands and giggling under your breath. Oh, the giggles that evening were endless...

When you reached your floor, a door opened and Lando led you into your room. He closed the door behind you and quickly turned to you, pulling you close to him.

His lips landed on yours once again and he breathed loudly in your ear: "I want only you tonight."

"I want you too Lando." You responded by reciprocating his kiss. "I'm really ready today."

The boy's eyes flashed. On the one hand because of the excitement, on the other hand he himself didn't know how he could describe the excitement that was tugging at him. You wasted no time, and your lips never moved away from each other. Your hands nimbly unbuttoned the buttons of Lando's black shirt, which you helped him to throw off.

"Are you sure?" He asked, pulling slightly away from you to look into your eyes.

"I'm so sure. Lando, this is something I've wanted for a long time," you replied truthfully, waiting for his reaction.

For him, these words were the most important thing because he also wanted this moment with all his heart and now he could have it.

He pulled you even closer to him again, so that your bodies touched even tighter. One hand slipped underneath your dress, up your thigh, and he whispered. "Then we're not wasting anymore time here, my love."

He leaned down and kissed you again, pressing his lips even more warmly into yours. The kiss became more passionate, more intense. You couldn't control yourself, all your senses were in his hands. You moaned softly as his warm, large hands glided over your body, slowly exploring it.

Lando breathed deeply and groaned, tightening his grip on you and pulling your hips even closer to him. A minute later, Lando pulled you into him and laid you on the hotel bed on your back.

Lando leaned over you, his hands roaming all over your body, and pressed his lips to your neck, nibbling lightly on your skin. He stepped back slightly and began to remove your dress, one strap, then the other.

He breathed deeper, and his hands moved smoothly over your curves and hips. Finally, he took off your underwear and threw it behind you. He then tilted his head back, looking at you lustfully.

"[Y.N], you are so fucking beautiful." he replied, smiling to himself under his breath.

You reciprocated his smile, pulling him to you by the back of his neck. Without waiting long, you joined your lips in a passionate kiss, feeling your boyfriend's hand go lower and lower until it reached the place where you wanted him most. You moaned directly into his mouth as his fingers began to create a circles on your pussy.

"Fuck" you hissed.

Lando breathed heavily as he felt you react to his touch in such a delicate way. Your moans were the best sound in the world for him and he couldn't resist. His hand rubbed up and down slowly and gently, and he whispered in your ear.

"Oh, you're so sensitive, baby," he whispered, and then he rubbed your clit a little more quickly.

"Lando!" you moaned as you felt his finger inside you, moving nimbly inside you.

The boy brought your lips together again, adding another finger. He didn't move away from you for a moment, with his thumb still making sensual circles on your clit, and the other two moving inside you. His mouth quickly invaded your neck, making trails down until he reached your breasts. You moaned as he began to massage one of them with his free hand and took the other into his mouth, playing with your hard nipple.

"All right," he murmured, placing wet kisses all over your chest, giving equal attention to both breasts, which were even burning from his touch.

All that touch of his, which he now devoted to your satisfaction, soon induced a state of euphoria in you, which made itself perfectly known for quite a while. The boy continued to move his fingers inside you and over your clit with his thumb, allowing you to relax after the initial sensation.

"Lando, I need you inside me," you muttered as your body stopped shaking from the first orgasm of the evening.

"Your words are an order to me," he replied, helping you to rise slightly so that you were sitting up, but you had other plans for the moment. "However, first it is time to take care of my winner as he should be taken care of," you muttered in his ear, getting down on your knees in front of the bed on which he was sitting. You slid up slightly, letting him free of his pants and boxers, which looked downright painful on his erection.

Lando looked down at you with dreamy and infatuated eyes. He could have sworn he had never seen anything more beautiful in his life. Even his win today didn't compete with what was happening and what was about to happen.

"How beautiful," you said, touching his entire length. You had to admit that the boy had something to boast about and you knew it well. More than once you had already seen each other naked and given each other oral pleasure.

Quickly his entire length was in your mouth. You moved nimbly, trying to give him as much pleasure as possible. And that's probably exactly what happened, looking at the fact that Lando quickly tilted his head back and made quiet but giving noises. Quickly with the faster movement of your lips around his dick, Lando began to make louder noises from himself.

"Fuck, how good," he muttered, looking at you with squinted eyes.

He didn't let you finish your work, however, but pulled you into his lap and joined your lips in a passionate kiss, while you grabbed his penis and directed it directly into your hole. Slowly you lowered yourself to his length, and your lips left each other with hot moans of pleasure. "God, how tight you are," howled Lando, placing his hands on your hips and helping you bounce on his lap.

Lando was in heaven. He felt your strong, warm hands and the touch of your sensitive lips as your lips pressed firmly into his. He groaned and clenched his hand around your hip, pulling you in even close as you pushed yourself forward and got him deep in you.

"I love you," he gasped, squeezing even harder and pulling you in even deeper.

“I love you so much,” you moaned, grabbing his jaw and connecting your lips in a heated kiss.

Due to his tighter grip, the boy was now moving inside you with greater speed and force, giving you sensations you had never experienced before, you felt as if you were going to faint. Additional pleasure came when Lando moved his hand between your bodies and touched your swollen pussy, giving her another dose of attention she was definitely crying out for.

"Mine, you're mine and only mine", Lando breathed under his breath and squeezed you even tighter, driving you wild.

"Yeah, only yours" you whispered against his lips, continuing to bounce in rhythm on his cock. "I am close"

"Look at me," he moaned softly and pulled you face up so that you were looking him in the eyes.

"I'm happy with my win today, you know?" he asked, waiting for your answer and you nodded. "But you know what makes me even happier? You. Just you, how close you were to me today, how close you really are all the time and that you showed how important I am to you and that now you have given yourself completely to me. Our bodies connected "I have never felt so good in my life. You are my best feeling."

He said and smiled at you. No matter how it may have sounded, these words brought you closer to the long-awaited moment of orgasm, which shook your bodies at practically the same time. You continued to move nimbly on his length, helping him come down from his orgasm. You felt all of your mixed juices slowly pouring out of you, but you didn't pay much attention to it. Your lips were as one again, as were your bodies, and you simply appreciated this moment of your first time together…

A/N: well, there's a chapter dedicated to Lando's win in Miami! God, I'm so proud of our little Lando Norris, I don't even have words to describe it

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[logansargeantsbabymom]

Too Good to Say Goodbye

Logan Sargeant x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cursing, Hurt/Comfort & Implied Smut, MAJOR TW: stillborn

Summary: Y/N is tired of constantly being dissed by Logan and he doesn't seem to care, at least not until it's too late.

part 1 I part 2 I part 3

I clasp my jacket closer to my body as I wait for Logan to open the door of our shared apartment. It's pouring rain and my dumbass forgot the keys, I sigh as I pull my phone out, dialing my lovers number.

one ring

two rings

three rings

four- declined.

*new text from "Logie Bear🐻💙"*

Logie Bear🐻💙: Babe I'm on the sim, give me a few.

Me: I'm out here in the pouring rain and I left my key, You said you'd unlock the door 5 minutes ago.

Logie Bear🐻💙: You fucking made me crash.

Logie Bear🐻💙: I'm coming.

A scoff leaves my lips as I shove my phone into my soak jean pockets that stuck to my skin, a few minutes later I hear the lock click and the door swigs open revealing a less than happy Logan.

"Damn, were you watching our home videos while waiting for me to open the door?" Logan laughed as he took in a soaked me before side stepping so I could walk in.

"I've been outside for 10 fucking minutes in the pouring rain Logan and you're making jokes?" I almost screamed at him

Unbelievable, all I do for him and this is how he treats me?

"Woah babe, take a joke," Logan starts before his phone starts ringing "Yeah? Oh for sure, right now? Uh huh, Okay I'll hop on. Yup yup, just give me 5. I'm grabbing a snack" with that Logan hung up the phone "I'm hoping back on the sim with the boys, so just take a shower and dry the floors, you're ruining the wood."

I wanted to scream, I'm ruining the floors? I wouldn't be ruining the floors if you would've opened the door 10 minutes ago like you fucking said you would.

I made my way into our shared room, grabbing my clothes and speaker before making my way to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom, I connected my phone to the speaker and started playing "Hold Me While You Wait" by Lewis Capaldi on a low volume before stripping out of the soaking wet clothes that stuck to my skin.

My shaking hand turned the tap to hot as the water started spurting out of the shower head, which made me sigh thinking about the shower head I gave Logan every time we showered together. Today makes 3 weeks since we last fucked, and that was also probably why I'm so aggravated at everything he does. All this pent up sexual tension between us is driving me crazy.

Before stepping into the now steamy shower I turned the volume up on the song currently playing. Once in the tub, I let all my problems wash off of me and down the drain as I let the boiling hot water hit my skin. After what felt like 3 minutes of pure bliss, I hear a faint knock at the door before hearing it open. Peaking my head out the shower curtain I'm greeted by Logan just standing by the door.

"Hey Logie, care to join me?" I said in a low & seductive voice, watching as he steps fully into the bathroom and closes the door. A victory smile makes its way on my lips as I pull myself behind the curtain once more, quickly lathering myself in foamy soap.

I can hear Logans footsteps getting closer to the shower, but instead of getting in I hear him pick up my phone, turn the volume down, set my phone back down and as he's leaving he mutters "Not tonight. Boys are on the game and i can’t focus on them because your depressing songs are too loud."

Are you fucking kidding me?

That had been my last straw. In one quick movement I turn off the shower, throw my robe on and march out of the bathroom and into his sim room.

"Are you fucking kidding me Logan?!" I shout as a burst in the room, face red from anger. I can hear a mix of muffled oohs, laughs and you're in trouble. I couldn't bring myself to care about anyone on the sim with him.

"Hey! I'm on the sim! Watch your tone!" Logan shouted back, earning him a glare that said turn your fucking simulator off now.

"We're gonna have a serious talk. Now" I said in a stern voice. That made Logan turn the game off and actually face me

"What the fuck do you want to talk about that you bust into my sim room and interrupt me when I'm on with my friends WHO HAPPEN TO BE A COWORKERS?!" Logan shouted, his beautiful face now a shade of red that no-one liked, his eyes as cold and sharp as ice.

“I WANT TO TALK ABOUT YOU. YOURE BEHAVIOR, THE WAY YOU’VE BEEN ACTING TOWARDS ME, THE WAY YOU DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME ANYMORE, DO YOU EVEN STILL FUCKING LOVE ME?!” I tried to stop, I really did but all the anger built up inside of me over the last few weeks just started pouring out “WHATS BEEN GOING ON WITH YOU LOGAN? YOU’RE NOT YOURSELF AND ITS EFFECTING ME, YOU KEEP SHUTTING ME OUT, AND MAKING ME FEEL BAD ABOUT MYSELF! AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU ANYMORE? HUH!?” the more I screamed at him and the more I cried, I saw not one bit of remorse in his eyes.

“Are you fucking done being dramatic now?” Logan says with a scoff “Nothing is fucking wrong with me. Have you ever stopped to think that maybe you’re the problem? No, you haven’t because you think so highly of yourself. You think that you’re the fucking shit and you’re not!” his words hit me like a punch to the gut.

the tears welling up in my eyes, now falling like heavy rain down my face. “You’re not the Logan I fell in love with,” my breath shaky “I don’t know who you are. I want my Logan back. I want the Logan who came to all my wrestling matches, the Logan who regularly took me out on dates despite his hectic work schedule, I want my Logan who got mad at me when I paid for dinner because ‘it’s a man’s job to pay for his girls meal’, the Logan who always took me to his races and showed me off like I was a rare jewel he found,” the waterfall beneath my eyes couldn’t stop me from staring into his soul while i said this last part “I miss my Logan who stood by me when we had our miscarriage” That seemed to get a reaction out of him.

“You have the fucking nerve to bring up MY baby. Don’t you EVER bring up MY baby like that again. You HAVE NO RIGHT.” Logan said tearing up

��YOURE BABY? HE WAS MINE TOO. IT WASNT JUST YOU THAT LOST A BABY, IT WAS ME TOO. HOW DO YOU THINK I FELT PUSHING OUT OUR BABY KNOWING HE WAS DEAD? I WANTED TO FUCKING KILL MYSELF LOGAN. I FELT LIKE I FUCKING FAILED YOU AND OUR SON.”

“MAYBE YOU FUCKING SHOULD’VE KILLED YOURSELF. HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT OF THAT?! IF YOU KILLED YOURSELF I’D BE SO MUCH BETTER OFF.” a sob escaped my lips as Logan finishes talking. “You act like I can’t find someone else, like I can’t impregnate another woman. You’re nothing but another piece of ass to me, that couldn’t fucking keep my son alive in you.”

Logan storms out of the room, slamming the door as he goes.

“Well, I’m so glad you told me this now because I’d HATE for our DAUGHTER to be in a house where her dad thinks so lowly of her mother!” I scream while I barge into our shared room, grabbing a suitcase and filling it up with all my shit I can fit in it.

Soft footsteps make their way to the room, stopping just before the door. Slowly I hear the door open and see Logan slowly walking in.

“what did you say?” he asks me in disbelief “did you say ‘Our Daughter’?”

“YEAH IM FUCKING PREGNANT AGAIN BUT SINCE IM JUST ANOTHER PIECE OF ASS TO YOU, IM FUCKING LEAVING AND YOURE NOT GONNA FUCKING SEE HER.” I yell, closing up the suitcase and heading for the door before feeling a tug on my wrist

“no baby, please. I’m sorry, i’m so sorry. let me make it all up to you and be in her life. i’ll change, I’ll be better, I’ll do anything to get you back.” tearing now streaming down Logan face

“I’ll be back in the morning to get the rest of my shit.” I said before tugging my wrist back and slamming the door shut behind me.

pt2 maybe?

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[euphorianz]

ꪆ୧ demure

Pairing_ dark! Anthony Bridgerton x reader

Possible triggers_ mentions of childbirth, angry outbursts, toxic behavior, forced affection, obsessive behavior, Yandere content, heavy angst, unwilling reader, slight Stockholm syndrome at the end, baby trapping??

a/n_ heyyy, this is my first one shot on this page and I hope you enjoy! I had a bit of writers block while I was making this. Also the majority of this fic was written on my phone so forgive me for any mistakes. Thank you so much for everyone who has shown support! There will possibly be more one shots but there kinda hard and long to make (for me at least :,) ) feedback back and requests are open! Also if you want more Anthony content go here for the concept.

summery_ after the birth of your child your tolerance for your extravagant life and husband wavers so Anthony keeps you in check.

Autumn was dead and winter was thriving. Cold pressed against the glass windows and there was no sign of the starlight behind the oppressive clouds. Though the cold didn’t reach the atrium where you and your husband, Anthony, celebration of your first child was being held. Your parents weren’t present which you had come to tolerate though your heart ached to see them. Anthony could be cruel like that.

You silently watch the show of flesh as well-groomed ladies and lords twirled to a gentle plucking of instruments. This is what you had wanted, freedom from your rooms but you still couldn't help but feel trapped as you held your child in your arms.

The acidic taste of riches had long lost its luster and had grown heavy on your tongue. You had tried your best disillusion yourself into thinking on the brightside. Like reminding yourself how your family was free from debt or how you were set to live a comfortably for the rest of your life.

In the beginning it was easy to pretend that you loved Anthony, despite being atomently against your union. But now as you held your baby in your arms every negative emotion you had pushed down threatened to boil to the surface.

You grieved for your baby and the bizarre family they would grow up in. But most of all you grieved for yourself and your life that was no longer your own.

You were somewhat surprised that you were even at the ball in the first. Five weeks ago right after you had given birth Anthony had insisted that you stay bedridden and not move a muscle. But you guessed you staying in bed wasn’t a big priority anymore. You speculated Anthony’s decision to be a power play. Another event to show the ton how “in love” the two of you were.

You glance up as another couple approaches you. They smile politely and congratulate you, which you smile and thank them in return. It was all the same. Everything felt suffocating and you were desperate for a break from it all. Your eyes scanned the room and eventually landed on your mother-in-law. You make your way over to her gripping the bundle in your arms slightly tighter.

Noticing you she smiles brightly “hello, you look lovely tonight .” You force a bashful smile, which seems to please the prior viscountess. Out strengthing your arms you motion her to take your baby. “Do you mind watching them as I take care of some personal business?” Her smile falters but she obligees and watches as you walk away. You walk the halls before settling at a balcony. The air is cold and brittle but you gladly welcome it as a destruction from your growing emotions.

As you breath out white escapes your lips in a puff of vapor. It felt good to bask in the stillness, even if that meant getting bits of snow on yourself. Your mind raced with thoughts you had long pushed down. How you had planned to leave. Your lover that you wanted to marry before Anthony challenged him to that dammed duel. All the missed opportunities. All the pain caused by his tantrums. Your heart twisted hatefully in your rib cage. You never wanted his child. You never wanted him.

For the first time in forever, you let yourself mourn. Tears silently streamed from your eyes and down your chin. You didn't notice the presence behind you before it was too late “What are doing alone?” your husband's voice snapped you from your thoughts, as you quickly wiped away your tears. “I needed some time alone..” Anthony pinched the bridge of his nose “You had just begged to leave our rooms so you could "interact" with others. But now you wish to be alone? You’re utterly impossible to please!”

You bit your lip, refusing to respond to Anthonys' outburst. After waiting a few seconds longer for your reply he sighs and hugs you from behind in a more “gentle” approach for your attention. You try your best not to recoil from his touch as you reluctantly allow him to press himself against your back. “I don't know what's been going on with you but I must remind you." Anthony starts off slowly as if speaking to a child “If you continue to decide to act out of line I’ll be forced to take from something you care about..." The skin around your eye tightens. Anthony had always found it suitable to threaten your family whenever he perceived you were going against his wishes. Another thing that made you hate him.

Your breath catches in your throat as he leans closer and whispers in your ear. “I’m only doing this because I love you.” Your lips curl into a scowl as all the venom you’ve been holding back rushes to the surface “love?” You question dryly “You don’t know what real love is. love doesn't come from force. Love isn't something that can be bought. And it sure as hell isn't what we have now. You're just a monster!” You can hear your heart race as Anthony barks a bitter laugh “Even monsters can love, can’t they?” His response sent a chill down your spine. His grip tightened painfully around your waist in a subtle warning. Determined not to give Anthony the satisfaction of seeing you cower you stubbornly remain forward, leaning on the railing and away from him.

The tension between the two of you remains charged, though you feel Anthony draw a long deep breath. From behind you hear him open a velvet box. Gingerly removing the contents he lifts a necklace and gently collapses it around your neck. You let your fingers graze over the jewels, it looked and felt expensive. Softness slightly returns to his voice as he explains "This is to solidify our love.. I wanted to give it to you after the celebration but it’s clear you need the reminder now." He waits for you to thank him but when you don't he continues. “I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He laughs dryly “I’d go mad if you ever left me or our child. I don’t care if you hate me, I just need you.” He whispered the last sentence, his words becoming husky and hot. You shudder his breath was a stark contrast from the cold.

He drags you from your possession and turns your body to face him. His gaze still sharp, as it continues to hold some remanence of rage. He taps your chin affectionately before capturing your lips in a possessive kiss. "Let's not fight my darling. If not for our sakes then our child's." You want to continue to fight. You want to scream. You want to leave and get as far away as you can from him. But all you can muster is a stiff nod. Anthony smiles with satisfaction as he grabs your hand, his grip so tight it hurt. “Behave.” He warns as he begins walking you back to the celebration. So here you were trapped in in his web once again. You force a smile, again burying your hurt.

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[dragonnan]

May Prompts 2024

May 10: "Choice"

What had that busybody old neighbor of hers called this? May December romance; that was it – with Martha decidedly in the winter category, grey tips and all. Oh, it certainly wasn’t anything actually romantic. At her age! And not with one, who’d scarcely looked out of short pants, the first time Martha had spotted him outside the club with that awful Jefferies person. She’d seen far too many, like him, given her husband’s line of business. She had nearly sighed and looked past this one, as well, except...

It was those eyes that had done it. Not stirring her to passion, goodness no. But that way he'd looked through her skin, all young and ancient, and saw the self she'd hidden under bright scarves and foundation; thick enough to hide the darkest bruise.

William, he'd called himself. Too skinny. That had been her first thought followed by “too young”... to be on his own and sleeping rough and buying drugs from those terrible dealers, who hadn't even the decency to offer clean needles, much less clean product. She'd, quite quickly, made the choice that he couldn't stay there and had arranged to provide a room above the club. It wasn't very quiet, sadly, but it was clean, off the street, and relatively safe. Little chance of harassment, from dangerous types, with David and Brass standing watch outside the doors below.

And maybe... maybe it was that posh voice... reminding her so much of the home that she hadn't seen in sixteen years.

The first time Martha had seen William cast aside that child-like aura had been after another one of Frank’s rages. He’d held a tissue against her split cheek and told her not to worry – that he’d take care of things. Far from soothing her his statement had frightened her. She knew Frank was involved in a good deal of terrible business. She also knew that he’d been married once before and that his previous spouse had died. Martha was a smart woman and hadn’t needed to be led to water to know there were bodies beneath the surface.

So, when Sherlock had gone out that evening – and remained out all night – Martha had been terrified.

However, when he’d returned, the following morning, several Miami police had been with him. It would be weeks before she’d gotten the entire story from him – enough time for the investigation to complete and to assure that she truly hadn’t known anything.

By the end of the trial, Frank had been extradited to Texas, where he would face the death penalty. Martha had divorced him and she had sold off the business and all of Frank’s assets.

It was William's testimony which had ensured the death penalty at the trial held months later – a period of time in which Martha had gone though tremendous life changes. In addition to selling the club, she she had also sold their massive home, and had purchased a smaller beach house in Ponte Vedra. William had gone with her to assist her in her move. She had invited him to stay on for a while, as her first boarder. Well, she hadn't felt right about leaving him on his own. He'd seemed the type to get into trouble without someone to look out for him.

The day they’d moved in, William had given her a small wrapped package. “A housewarming gift”, he’d said. Inside had been a necklace. It was gold, with a delicate, fleur de le pendant, and tiny amethyst stones.

“Oh, William, it’s lovely!”

“I nicked it from Frank’s safe the night they arrested him.” he’d said – then chuckled when she’d scoffed and slapped his arm.

When had things changed between them? Martha supposed the better question would be if they had ever changed – truly – or had always been that way from the start. First impressions aside there had been no great sea change; no sudden transition from barely acquaintances to motherly guardian. Her life with Frank had never allowed for even the concept of children. The conversation, in their early days of marriage, had been clipped short and final. But now, with William... It should have felt odd – thinking of him like a child when he was, at least technically, a grown man. But there was no shaking the affection she felt for the boy. They would sit for hours, at the beach, as the waves rolled up the sand and the sky went deep blue to hazy pink and orange. His long, skinny, fingers would gather beneath his chin and he would seem to be seeing nothing at all while she would page though a book or simply watch the people go by.

In the evenings she often enjoyed cooking – though she wasn’t his maid and insisted on his participation if he wanted to eat. And, oh, what a precious, awkward creature, he’d been. Once, she'd been preparing dinner, spaghetti, when he'd leaned over her shoulder with that endless, cat-like, curiosity of his. She'd batted him away with her fingers and he'd dodged backward – only to trip over one of the kitchen chairs and land on the linoleum in a tangle. He’d spent the rest of the evening locked away in the spare bedroom; obviously embarrassed. It hadn’t been until the following morning when, sheepishly, he’d emerged in time to help with breakfast.

Ah, but it couldn't have gone on forever and, far too soon, it was time for him to move on.

One evening, some months on, she'd been washing their few dishes from dinner. While rinsing soap suds from the plates, William had glided, silently, into the room. Without a word, he’d taken up station at her side to dry. It had only required minutes to wash up; after which they had simply remained there, watching the neighbor’s children playing outside her kitchen window. Finally he'd said, in a voice so small and sad, “I don’t want to go home.”

Martha had hugged him and he had clung to her, tightly, without saying anything more.

A week later he had been gone. She'd insisted he keep her contact information. He'd assured her it wouldn't be “deleted” though she'd stopped trying to understand his odd word choices long ago.

She'd watched him board his plane; bag filled with his favorite pastries, she'd insisted on preparing for him, while feeling so much like a mum sending her only child off to college.

She would not see him again for nearly a decade.

One morning, out of the blue, she'd received a call from a man introducing himself as “Sherlock Holmes' brother”. The reason behind her silence had been quickly deduced by him (as if she'd need anything more than that little eccentricity to confirm this man as family). In a stiff voice, he'd followed with, “you know him as William.”

He was needing a place to stay. This “Mycroft” would, of course, cover the majority of the cost.

Martha had told him he could very well keep his money. She would not allow another man to have a single quid to hold over her head.

And, of course, he could rent from her.

Of course he could.

She couldn't wait to see him.

When the movers had brought Will- Sherlock’s things to the flat, she had been delighted to discover he wouldn’t be moving in alone.

She had a good feeling about it. A very good feeling indeed.

She knew – had known from the first, really – that the best choice she had ever made was to take in that young, frightened boy, all those years ago.

With fresh excitement, that had not caught her so keenly in a decade, Martha grabbed her hoover and headed up the seventeen steps to the flat above. It was time to get ready, after all.

William was coming home.

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[holdmytesseract]

Helllooo! I am here with another drabble/blurb request!!

Character: Tom Hiddleston

Prompt: "The bed's getting cold and you're not here." - from Heart Wants What It Wants by Selena Gomez (am i smelling some angst? u can change if u want tho!!)

hope you have a great day & pls take your time!! 💗

Lost Love

Warnings: angst - a lot. Not exactly a happy ending?

Word Count: blurb

a/n: I did smell some angst, too, friend. 😉 Hope you like what I came up with. Somehow, I had TS's song 'cardigan' in my head while writing this, but I love 'Heart Wants What It Wants' equally. 🤗

With a relieved sigh you closed the main door to your apartment shut; leaning your head against the cool wood. Finally at home, you thought; carelessly parking your suitcase in the far corner of the main entrance. Now was not the time. You didn't have the nerve to unpack your things now. All you wanted to do, was sleep. So, without further ado, you went straight for the bathroom; brushing your teeth. After getting rid of the clothes you wore today and replacing them with a random t-shirt you grabbed from your closet, you literally fell into your bed; exhausted.

Unfortunately, though, you just couldn't sleep; unable to switch off your mind. Too much had happened that day. Way too much than your brain was able to process and your heart, well... Your heart crossed your plan as well... You weren't even twenty-four hours apart from him and you already missed him.

Tom. Your ex... boyfriend? Lover? Affair? Friend with benefits?

Hence, you didn't even know what the two of you were. You and Tom had never put a label on it. Just casually dating and having fun. Inside and outside of the bed. Nothing too serious... Or was it? You didn't know.

What you knew was that you couldn't do this longer; afraid of getting burned when playing with fire. Old habit. When someone got under your skin and you grew closer than just friends, you'd just push the person away out of fear for rejection.

And so you did; quickly threw your things in your suitcase and flew back home.

With a rather annoyed and frustrated sigh, you stood up again and went to the kitchen for something to drink. Perhaps a cup of tea could help you sleep? You had to try, right?

Unfortunately, though, you passed way too many rooms on your way and everything reminded you of him. The memories you made together. The things you did together... Your brain was overworking and torturing you with countless of imagines. It was rude.

The kitchen didn't make it better. A room which held particularly a lot memories. All the times you cooked together, ate together... It wasn't fair.

Nevertheless, you made yourself a cup of tea; trying to not pay your surroundings much attention. But then you saw it from the corner of your eyes... Tom's light blue sweater; draped over the back of a chair.

You swallowed hard; trying so hard to suppress the upcoming tears. But you couldn't.

Abandoning your tea, you couldn't stop yourself from almost running over and grasping the soft fabric between your hands. It was so soft and comfy - and god's... Your knees almost gave in. It still smelt like him.

And before you knew what you were doing, was the sweater already pulled over your head and hugging your smaller body. A blessing in disguise. You felt so safe, protected, warm and comfortable, but also so sad, heartbroken and hurt.

You took your cup of tea and returned to your bed and sitting inside, pulling your knees up to your chest and letting all the emotions rain down on you.

You cried. In the darkness of your bedroom; Tom's sweater catching your tears.

You didn't know how long you've just sit there and cried your eyes out, but at some point you had huddled yourself underneath the blanket; curled up into a ball of misery.

Once again you tried to sleep, but you couldn't deny the truth... The bed was just way too big and cold without Tom - and he wasn't here. He probably would never be.

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[vaguesxrrow]

charles x alive reader w a sprinkle of angst? established relationship pls? maybe the reader is going off to college (american reader) and like the reader is getting older but charles is not and maybe there’s a little sprinkle of fear with that? happy ending tho pls!! tysm i love ur writing!

tysm for the request !! hope i didnt keep you waiting too long and this is what you had in mind

charles / alive!reader - getting older and going to college

a/n: for the purposes of this fic reader is going to college early at around 17

wc: 1027

tags: gender neutral reader, alive reader, american reader

your fingers trembled as you moved the cursor to the email from the college you had applied to. standing above you, charles guided your hand, keeping it steady. "whatever happens, i love you, yeah?"

you huffed a laugh. "i know that, silly."

"just trying to reassure my awesome, genius [boy/girlfriend/partner]."

rolling your eyes, you clicked on the email. your gaze zeroed in on the word at the top, in big bold letters: CONGRATULATIONS.

"holy shit," you breathed. you stood up to look at charles incredulously.

"HOLY SHIT!" charles yelled, grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you excitedly. "i TOLD you!" he tugged you into a hug, jumping up and down. you pulled apart, only for him to kiss you and draw your bodies together again. you grinned into his lips.

"you." charles punctured his worlds with kisses to your cheek. "are. amazing."

you laughed at his antics. this was your dream college, and you would be happy about it. you wouldn't think about how, when you inevitably left, charles might not be there to cheer you on like he was right now.

no - what mattered was that he was here, and you were together in this moment, at least.

you kissed him again.

⌦ ---

edwin and crystal were on your right, and charles was on your left, rubbing circles into your hand. jenny had closed down her butcher shop for the night, because 'it's your birthday. it's a special occasion.' you had smiled then, and hugged her tight to show your gratitude.

the lights were dimmed, and niko's decor expertise meant fairy lights draped across every available surface, including the moose taxidermy head. she had also tied pink ribbons to its antlers.

jenny and niko emerged from the back room - jenny held a cake, lit with 17 candles. niko animatedly followed her. "jenny was scared i'd drop the cake," she informed everyone. "but i placed the candles - that's why they're in a heart! and i wrote the message in frosting."

"aww, they do make a heart," you said. "that's so cute."

jenny carefully put down the cake in front of you. you leaned forward and grinned at what niko wrote on it - 'WE LOVE YOU!!' in impeccable cursive, and then a small 'happy birthday' underneath it. niko hurried to stand next to charles, and jenny went to stand across from you all.

jenny pulled out her phone and held it up to record a video (even if ghosts couldn't show up on recordings). "sing happy birthday, guys!" she said.

everyone sang - even edwin. you smiled sincerely at all your friends, and mouthed a 'thank you' to jenny behind the camera.

"presents time!" niko squealed.

"ooh, me first," crystal said. she held out to you a box that had materialised from seemingly from nowhere. it was a simple brown, with a dark purple bow. you opened the box to find a novel you had been searching for for ages now - you were touched she remembered - and a soft sweater. you 'aww'ed' at her and gave her a hug.

edwin handed you a leather-bound notebook and a fancy pen - both of which were engraved with your name on it. "i happened to know a person who did custom engravements," he said simply, when you tried to thank him.

jenny gave you a pair of headphones from a brand you knew was not cheap. you gaped at her. "seriously?" you squealed.

"what? isn't it what teenagers like nowadays?"

you tackled her into a hug.

niko gifted you a very detailed drawing of you, her, crystal, edwin, and charles. "i wanted you to have a picture of all of us for when you go to college, but we can't exactly photograph the boys."

you smiled at her sincerely, even as something anxious twisted in your chest. charles was last to give you your present, and your forced smile barely concealed the sadness welling up inside you. from the pockets of his jacket, he pulled out a metal... contraption about the size of a phone.

"it's a music box kind of thing," he explained. "i got it at tragic mick's, and it's got all your favourite songs in it, plus a few others that reminded me of you."

you kissed him in lieu of a ‘thanks’, cradling the gift gently in your hands.

even with all the celebration and presents, though, you couldn't shake the underlying fear in you at the thought of getting older, and having to move on - move away - to other things.

⌦ ---

after cake and good-natured banter around the table, everyone returned to their rooms - crystal went to bed, but you could hear the soft sound of scooby doo and edwin's inquiring voice from niko's room. charles had followed you to yours, not that you were complaining.

"i know we still have a lot of time till i leave," you said immediately after you shut the door. "but i'm gonna miss you a lot."

"hey, listen," charles said, taking your face in his hands. "i promise, [name], that i will mirror travel to you no matter what, at least once a week. although we both know it'll be more than that, yeah? cause i could never be away from you for that long."

you laughed. "yeah."

"and that's why i'm giving this to you." charles reached into his pocket again, this time withdrawing a cloth satchet. "open it," he said as he placed it into your hands.

you complied, gasping in surprise as you found a gorgeously crafted pocket mirror.

"i'll mirror travel through it. it works - i've already tried." he said. "i know you're scared about what might happen, and i am too. but let's just take things day by day, yeah?" his hands moved from your face to your shoulders, then down your arms - you shivered at his gentle touch - eventually coming to intertwine your fingers.

"cause right now," he continued. "you're my [boy/girlfiend/partner] and i'll put in all the needed effort to keep it this way. that sound good?"

you laughed in relief, a huge weight having been lifted off your shoulders and a bit teary-eyed. "yeah. that sounds brills."

#dead boy detectives #charles rowland #dead boy detectives fic #dead boy detectives x reader #charles rowland x reader #charles rowland x you #charles rowland/reader #charles rowland/you #dbd

[voxisdaddy]

AGHHHHH- Now I need a part 3 of ice cream because I need to know what the fuck Velvette gonna do!!!! Like manipulative queen ain’t gonna just let you leave the store! And what even is her goal with reader? To date her again? (Kinda want toxic get back together feels fitting lol) Maybe Velvette wants to date the reader again just to break up with them. Or maybe she wants to make it so reader never leaves her! But reader seems soooo done with her but she also seems to kinda miss Velvette! BUT IF SHE GOES BACK TO VELVETTE?! Honestly they both seem to miss each other just as much as they hate each and don’t want to get back together.

Ice Cream

Pt.3 - FINAL

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Velvette x Reader

C/TW: cussing, use of Love Potion, implications of sex

Type: Headcanons

In which we see the new routine between ex's, Velvette and Reader.

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ She was like a drug. One you couldn't get enough of. That was evident enough to her associates Vox and Valentino. For nearly on a weekly basis they'd find a trail of clothes, yours and Velvettes, leading to a somewhat private room.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ How did things get here? Well, when you have two ex's who are so passionate about one another, love or hate, theirs gotta be some kind of release. Of course it doesn't have to lead to seeing each other regularly but...what were you supposed to do?

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ You never wanted to see her again. But apart of you craved her.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ When you'd find yourself back in your place at 2am, feeling hot, icky, and used, you'd often tell yourself that this isn't so bad. You're getting the best of both worlds, right? You get to satisfy the carnal need to be with her, and the satisfaction of not getting to see her most days. No strings attached. You made sure of this every single time it happened. No matter how tired you are, how much you may want to lay there forever with her. you always leave.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ You didn't always feel like that though. Sometimes you really did loathe the times you'd be with her. You forgot just how much Velvette is. And how petty she could be. That was always most evident she'd invite you over during late nights.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Now what about Velvette? How is she doing with this new change of your relationship?

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ She thought she knew what she was doing when you guys started going out again. Well it's less going out and more...spending time in. Late at night. Maybe once a week. Where nothing you do is ever love. Where it never lasts that long. Where she always wakes up alone...yeah. She knows what she's doing.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ She really thought she did, okay?!

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ That day at the thrift store, she might have went in without a plan but she's quick on her feet. She's observant. She can take something and run with it. She's great at that. And it worked. Somehow she managed to get you to start seeing her again. And by somehow, well...

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ She has a love potion, remember?

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ That day when she offered you a drink, from her own cup so you weren't suspicious of it, she felt this rush. What should she do first? Convince you to get back with her then dump you? Make the score even? Lock you in a soul binding contract so you can never leave again?

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ She settled on your visits. It's more than enough. She gets a good fuck and doesn't get to see you for several days at a time. Win win.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Eventually the potion fades but fortunately for her, she doesn't need to sneak you the drug in order to get you back in her room. The love hate passion you have for one another is enough to bring you back most times. Occasionally she'll slip it in your drinks somehow if she needs to. Rest assured, when she does she doesn't take advantage of you though. It's more so to keep you hooked. To keep coming back.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ If you ever caught onto the use of the potion though, she's already a step ahead of you. Vox's hypnosis really comes in handy.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ "Make 'em forget." She'd grumble lowly to Vox.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Remember how I said she thought she knew what she was doing? The weekly sex was enough for her. In her control. SHe can take it wherever she wanted. Until her feelings started to come into play.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ She was already acting out on her feelings-going after you and desperate to keep you in reach. She's not a chaser after all. She's a temptress.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ But as more time went on, the more her more emotional feelings wanted to play. She could no longer pretend she didn't feel that heartache when you'd leave her bed as soon as you were both done your business. Those earlier times were easier to ignore unwanted feelings. For several weeks things have felt different. They've been different.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Sometimes she doesn't even leave her bed in the mornings. Those days she spends hugging the other pillow. The one you used to use when you stayed with her. When things were happy. When you were both happy.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Eventually your anniversary was around the corner. Your actual anniversary. Or it would be if you were still together. But you weren't now so... what do you guys even do?

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ You'd both contemplate this separately.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ You guys weren't together. You both in your own ways made that clear. But it felt wrong to not do anything for that special day...

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ The week before your anniversary, Velvette wanted to ask. She wanted to ask so bad.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ But as usual, she just let you leave. This routine you've developed, with the help of the potion at times, seemed so set in stone. If anything changes then you could either be back together or separated for good.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ It just so happened to be around that time where she'd have to sneak you the potion again, so you can keep coming back. But with your anniversary just days away, she couldn't bring herself to do it.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ She knew she shouldn't change this routine. Even if it left you both feeling awful. It still kept you in each others lives in an intimate way. Almost as if you're just a hair apart from being together again. Back when you'd always come back because you loved her.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ But she wanted to know for sure if you'd come back on your own. No potion, no booty call, just Velvette being patient. You'd come, right?

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ So the day of your anniversary she waited.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ And waited.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ She wanted to text you so bad but knew that in order to get your answer, she had to wait.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ She's not calling off work because she has other plans! It's just a needed day off, is all.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Would ordering in dinner for you both be too hopeful? She thought, scrolling through a restaurant menu.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Posting a pic of you and her is definitely too much.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ She's only dressing up because she likes to look her best! She tells herself as she puts on a lovely dress that's far too special to be worn any other day.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ This isn't the chapstick flavour you always liked her wearing when you'd kiss her. Her lips are just a little chapped.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ She's just scrolling through your last anniversary sinstagram stories because she intends to delete them. She's not...missing you or anything.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Her hearts not breaking as more time passes...it's not.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ 12:00 A.M - MIDNIGHT

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Velvette holds back a sniffle as she takes another bite of ice cream.

IM SORRY PART 3 TOOK A MONTH. I deadass didn't know how to end it lmaoo I feel bad ending it off sad. I was gonna make it happy but honeslty a sad ending felt more fitting. Wanted to hurt Velvette more than reader today I guess lmaoo

sorry if some text cut off. I wrote this on PC and for some reason, I only get shown if words get cut off when I'm on mobile :c

also I wrote the last bit, starting from where Velvette wants to ask you about your anniversary, while listening to the sad version of Married Life from Up. I might've cried for this fic guys TvT

#hazbin hotel #x reader #hazbin hotel velvette #velvette #velvet #hazbin hotel velvet #velvette x reader #velvet x reader #break up #angst #headcanons

[dwaekkicidal]

Hii sian!! Im new to your page and i love your writing! I don't know if requests are open rn tho. So feel free to ignore this! I was thinking if you could write something like dom!hyunjin x fem!reader and like hyunjin punishing reader for flirting with some other guys. feel free to ignore it and if you do want to write it i will be more then happy to read it! Also it can involve anything:3

hi nonnie❤! thank you :') I'm glad you've enjoyed everything so far! requests are open :3 if you're ever not sure just check my pinned post!

hope you enjoy hehe <3

Much Needed Reminder

˚ʚDom!Hyunjin x Model!Readerɞ˚

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: ~2.3k

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: fem!reader, rough sex, meaner Hyunjin (my staple at this point sry not sry), dirty talk, ‘slut’ name calling, some spanking, overstim, mentions of edging

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: fun fact: the name Choi (최) is actually pronounced "Chwe/Chwi" :)

not fully proofread! wanted to get this out so i'll proof read it tomorrow lol

MDNI!! smut below the cut

DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!

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You’re currently in some random studio in Seoul, modeling for an upcoming collaboration you were having with Beauty of Joseon, a skincare company. Your boyfriend happily tagged along for once, since he finally had some free time outside of his schedule. He sat in the sidelines and watched you do your thing, giving you a huge smile anytime your eyes met his. It led to some of the team’s favorite shots of you: your genuine smile shining from the attention of your lover.

All was going well until a few hours in, you noticed the lingering eyes of the producer staring at your cleavage any chance he could. It made you feel grossed out, but when your eyes landed on your boyfriend’s murderous gaze, you couldn't stop your legs from pushing together. ‘It’s been a while since we’ve had sex anyways… why not make a little game out of it.’

So, a game you started. It started with fake bashful glances at the producer, making sure both mens eyes were on you when doing so. Then, it quickly moved on to overly dramatic whines and puppy dog eyes whenever the producer would come up to you in order to describe a new pose. You could tell by the pink cheeks of the producer and the narrowed eyes of your boyfriend that the game was already going in your favor.

The final straw was when everybody was wrapping up, putting away the products and their cameras. You all but skipped over to the producer, placing your soft hands on his bar arms and squeezing. “Thank you so much, Producer Choi! I had soooo much fun today.” You made sure to say it loud enough so that the outraged boy watching your every move could hear your tone clearly. If Hyunjin wasn’t so blind by anger, he would’ve seen right through your fake act.

However, he is NOT God’s strongest soldier, and the sight of your hands on another man had him rising to his feet. He turned his back to the scene and walked towards the snack tables to grab a bottle of water. You watched him from your peripheral and the nonexistent victory screen was already in your line of sight.

Feeling quite proud of yourself, you suddenly tell the producer that you couldnt wait to ‘have him as a friend’ and quickly moved your hands away from him. You ignored the way his eyes widened and his smile faltered, and you offered him a sweet smile as you swiftly made your way to the double doors labeled “EXIT.”

As you’re walking down the long hallway, you hear long steps following you. You smirk to yourself and make a show to sway your hips with each step you take. There’s a faint groan and you bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing. As you step in front of the door with your name on it, you’re suddenly pushed against it. You let out a sigh as the ‘unknown’ man behind you pushes you into the door, rubbing his bulge between your ass cheeks. He sighs out a low “Jagiya..” and your mouth moves before your brain can stop you from digging yourself into a deeper hole.

“Oh~.. Is that you, Producer Choi?”

The man behind you tenses before essentially growling into your hair. He swings the door open and shoves you in, slamming the door behind him before stalking towards you. You’re quickly turned and pushed up against your vanity, meeting the angry and narrowed eyes of your boyfriend. His eyes dip down to your smirk and he rolls his eyes before grabbing you by the chin.

“You are such a pain in my ass.” He mumbles out, pulling you into a wet kiss and pinning between his body and the table. His hands fiddle with the bottom of your dress, pulling it up and above your head as he pulls away from your lips. You go to complain and ask what he thinks he’s doing all of the sudden but his hand moves to grab your cheeks, squishing them together and making it hard for you to speak clearly.

“If you wanted to be fucked so bad you could have just asked me, honey. No need to go rub your pretty hands all over some filthy freak who you don’t even know. You’re mine.”

You giggle against his hold and when his hands move down to cup your ass, you finally speak out, “Yeah but where’s the fun in that?”

“You think you’re just sooo cute, don’t you baby…” He whispers into your ear, his hands teasingly trailing down your sides to rest against your hips. When you nod with a big grin on your face he can’t stop himself from laughing. “Yeah, you really are. But I think you need a reminder of who you belong to. That cuteness won’t stop me from fucking you stupid all over this room.” He spins you around and roughly pushes you into the laminated table top by the back of your head.

You wiggle your hips impatiently as you hear him unbuckling his belt and pulling his lower clothes down in one go. He lands a loud smack to your right ass cheek, pulling your hips against his own when you squeak and run from the contact. His hands grip onto your waist and pull you back into him, also pushing you into the table to angle you downwards.

His free hand traces his tip along your folds to gather your wetness before pushing in rather impatiently. Off the bat he set a brutal pace, pummeling into you with each thrust as his hands roamed all over your body. He possessively squeezed at your hips and your shoulders anytime he passed them, hoping if he did it enough it would mark his name into your skin forever.

“F-Fuck! Hyunjin, wait! The d-door is unlocked.”

“Good. Maybe I’ll even fuck you up against it and let the staff hear your slutty moans so they know who you belong to.”

You whine at the thought, letting your eyes flutter closed. Your cheeks constantly rubbed against the table as your hands dug into the edge of it. Your hands shakily move near your chest in an attempt to push yourself up. But before you know it, one of his hands trails into your hair and grabs a fistful from your scalp. He angles your head back and uses his grip as leverage to hold you in place against the vanity as he fucked your brains out.

You cry out when your eyes land on the mirror above you. You were met with the sight of your boyfriend’s thick lips caught between his teeth, his eyes narrowed and focused on where his hips smacked against yours. His arm muscles flexed with the sheer strength he used to hold you down, and the sight had your legs shaking.

“Jinnieee.. Fffuck. I’m so close, pleaaase.” Your pleas sounded so desperate, but you couldn’t find it in you to care when one of his long fingers reached under you to rub messy shapes onto your clit. With the added stimulation, it took you no time to gush around him. Your legs shook beneath you as your orgasm ran through your body. It passed fast and once you were finished, Hyunjin quickly pulled out. You didn’t feel him cum and you looked back at him confused.

“I’m not even close yet, so we’re not done. You wanna act like a slut, you’re gonna get treated like one.” He growled out, pulling you away from the vanity and towards the loveseat in the room. He took a seat, spreading his legs widely before pulling you onto his lap. As your hips went to rest on him, he positioned himself so that you sat on his dick. You both let out low moans at the feeling, but his hands quickly moved away from you in favor of resting behind his head. When you made another confused face at him, he just smirked and leaned back against the couch. “C’mon baby. Work for it. I won’t do any of the work this round.”

You whine loudly and frown down at him, getting ready to complain that your legs were too weak but he thrusts his hips upwards roughly after your whine. “Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. Now hurry up before I leave you high and dry for the rest of the day.” You both knew he would never actually do it, he was way too obsessed with you and your body to even think about doing such a thing. But the way he casually lounged had you believing it and you clenched tightly onto him, pulling a cocky smirk from him.

Your bottom lip quivered but you dragged your hips against his, grinding against him slowly for a few minutes. You barely processed one of his hands moving as you ground yourself harder against him, whimpering at the way his shirt rubbed against your puffy clit. There was a harsh sting and a loud slap to your ass that sent you jumping forward. You expected to land against his broad chest, but instead you landed in a grasp that was his long fingers wrapped against your throat. Your gaze moved to lock with his but your eyes quickly shut feeling another slap hit your ass cheek.

“F-Fuck!” you cried out, tightening even more as you felt his fingers tighten around your neck. 

“Do it the right way, baby.” He commanded, moving his hand from your ass to rest on your thigh. You finally lifted yourself and bounced on his dick, letting out desperate moans as you swore you could feel him in your stomach. You rode him like this for some time, only slowing down to admire his features.

He was leaned as far back as the chair allowed, face dripping with sweat as his lips held the biggest shit-eating grin ever known to mankind. From your movements, the hand on your thigh had fallen to your knees and his other hand continued to rest like a puzzle piece against your throat. Your hips stuttered as your orgasm suddenly snuck up on you. Creaming from just looking at your boyfriend must have been a new record.

Your movements almost completely stopped as your thighs shook uncontrollably, but Hyunjin wasn’t having any of that. His hands moved from their spots to grab your wrists, pinning them to your back in an X formation as he pulled you to lean on him. You were too distracted to notice the way your head fell to his shoulder, but you nestled into his neck when you felt his hips begin to slam into you.

You silently screamed from the overstimulation, quickly biting into his neck and crying out against his skin as he gave you no chance to recover. With the way his hands held yours, you had no choice but to take what was given. You felt saliva pooling in your mouth and you tried desperately to swallow it but one deep into your cervix thrust had you seeing stars. It finally dripped down your chin as he spoke up for the first time in what felt like forever. 

“Nice and d-deep, right baby? Just how my little slut likes it?” He stuttered through the teasing statement at the feeling of his balls tensing up, and you could feel his thrusts getting sloppier. You nodded into his neck as your third orgasm built up fast, causing your nails to dig into your palms.

“You’re MY girl. This pretty pussy and this?” He pauses to land a slap on your ass, “This nice ass? Is MINE. Nobody can fuck you or love you like I do.” This sends you over the edge and you let out an porn-star like moan as you cum, your tightness finally being too much for him to handle and he finishes next.

The room is filled with nothing but your combined breaths as your heartbeats slowly return to normal. Your legs shake almost nonstop for a while after you calm down, and you find yourself whimpering at the feeling of Hyunjin pulling out. His dick slaps against his stomach and he coos soothingly against your ear. Your forehead was still shoved against his shoulder when your eyes finally noticed your drool connecting your lips to his jacket. You shakily pulled away and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

You sat on his thighs, feeling his cum drip out of you and onto the floor. His pretty hands massaged circles into your hips as his pretty lips whispered sweet nothings into your ear. Ranging from “You did so good for me, honey. Took me so well.” to “You’re so pretty, my little masterpiece. I got you, I got you. Don’t worry.”

By the time you both return to normal, you’ve been changed into new clothes and Hyunjin has become distracted and newly obsessed with the drool stain on his jacket. He could feel himself getting hard again while staring at it, but forced himself to tear his eyes away once it was time to leave. He grabbed your combined belongings and had you hold onto his arm as he led you to the taxi he had called on the ride down the elevator.

Everything was back to normal and extra sweet as he opened the door for you to sit first, then shoved your things into the truck before taking his own seat. You smiled up at him with those pretty eyes and mumbled into his ear, “That was so much fun, Jinnie.. Sorry I flirted with the producer, but you see what my vision was.”

He laughed and pulled you into a soft kiss before leaning into your ear to whisper, “Oh, don’t worry baby, your punishment has barely even started. Once we’re home I’m edging you all night.”

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#anon asks <3 #sian’s writing #skz smut #stray kids smut #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagines #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x reader smut #hyunjin smut #hyunjin imagines #hwang hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin smut #hwang hyujin imagines

[fiepige]

Compilation of EVERY single time they changed Hobie's filter in the digital version:

Left: Theatrical release Right: Digital release

You might have to click on some of them to get a better look at Hobie, sadly I don't have a video editor that allows me to make better edits than these :')

#This took so long to make lol #cause I had to edit every scene with Hobie from both versions so I could watch them right after one another to compare them #I did this with ALL the scenes he's in also the ones where he's on screen as spider-punk #but they only changed his filters in these scenes so it was a waste of time :') #sidenote: no it wasn't it's never a waste of time to look at hobie I just couldn't use it for my GIFset lol #I also made a bouns one but I'm not allowed to post more than 30 GIFs in one post apparently so I guess I just won't add it then... #but Hobie was basically filterless during all these scenes in the theatrical version #I like that they gave him more different filters in the digital version #the only change I don't like is in the first GIFs #cause like that one post pointed out it looks like they removed his lipstick for some reason #also really wish I had a better video editor so we could get a closer look at Hobie but I did my best with what I had #also slowed some of them down to get a better look at them #been having this idea for a while and now I finally finished it! #which means I can go back to working on my fics now #hopefully lol #also lemme know if there are some other scens you guys want me to make comparisons of #cause I have both versions #the theatrical release isn't the highest quality though so if you know where I can get my hands on a better version lemme know ;) #hobie brown #spider punk #miles morales #spider man #peter b parker #jess drew #miguel o'hara #spider man across the spider verse #across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #atsv #theatrical version

[t-u-i-t-c]

"I don't believe it's as far-fetched as you think."

#king ohger spoilers #super sentai #king ohger #kingohger #ohsama sentai king ohger #ohsama sentai kingohger #tokuedit #racules husty #racules hastie #kaguragi dybowski #ohkuwagata ohger #hachi ohger #userdramas #umbrella.edits #umbrella.gifs #umbrella.posts #translation: over-time #subtitles added by me #black and white bc even though i could pretty much remove the filter on kaguragi i couldn't get it right with racules and looked off #next to kaguragi's gifs... but also i like the black and white for this type of flashback tbh

[linusbenjamin]

BREAKING BAD (2008-2013) 1.06 | Crazy Handful of Nothin’

#breaking bad #breakingbadedit #tvedit #walter white #bryan cranston #userdiana #nikolatexla #this is where it gets fun huh! #my brother insisted me on watching this show (but also i wanted too but couldn't find the right time) #because he regrets not watching it back then in my age

[pixlerelish]

Requested by @justshahrukhkhan 💖

#Pathaan #Zinda hai #hope this is somewhat what you were thinking babe #I still dislike giffing action scenes just fyi in case anyone wondered #and also there was actually WAY more dialogue in this scene than I remember #so #this is what we got #I probably should have cut it into two sets but I couldn't figure out howwww... #Also not me finding some of these scenes far too “woof” for comfort #I'm fine... #Are we gonna actually get bruised and bloodied Shah Rukh 3 times in one year? I can't handle it #Also why does he give me Don vibes here? It's the hair right... it's the hair... oh Don 2 opening scene how I love you #Pix's pics

[transgenderfivepebbles]

hokma realization....

augh. ough my emotions. he really said "it's not shameful to be pitied because pity and sympathy are in themselves forms of love". he wanted angela to know she was loved and cared for despite her conviction that she resented, even hated, the others. "you still are awfully dishonest" i need this man DEAD (affectionate). he's not benjamin anymore but he'll still be the one to stay at her side even when no one else would. fervently gestures at them. you get it. you Get It

in conclusion. clawing and mauling PROJECT MOON WHYYYYYYY

#ramblings #I JUST FINISHED IT RAAAHHHH #GOD. GOD I WILL NEVER BE NORMAL AGAIN #sigh. now time for binah #also i fucked up penitence in the funniest way possible #running iori hokma right. a very ordinary setup #and my genius brain decides. if i change to blunt stance when i get the penitence card #i will do more damage #completely ignoring the 'THIS PAGE DEALS A FIXED AMOUNT OF DAMAGE' disclaimer #and i LOSE THE CARD #CAUSING HOKMA TO HAVE TWELVE STACKS OF SEAL THAT WILL BE RENEWED EVERY SCENE #i couldn't even be mad. it was too funny and entirely my fault #but now i have triumphed over Fetus Christ And The Evangelion Gang! woo

[frostbeees]

tor @ cbj · 2.10.23

#babygirl gets her shit rocked #dw he's okay #kent johnson #rasmus sandin #cbj #tor #jessgifs #wait i need to add to the tags bc i was sitting in 105 which is behind the bench to the side #so this happened RIGHT IN FRONT OF US #but i couldn't tell what went flying at the time #it was comical in the moment once we realized he was fine #but also if cbj could take some fucking notes

[jmdbjk]

My first entire awards gig

ALL THAT SHAGGY HAIR! I am really impressed that they’ve kept the scissors away. 

I mostly can’t get over this:

U.S. awards shows are so over the top unpredictable and Korean music award shows are so...? polite? Predictable? On time? 

Okay...granted, the FACT awards are for Kpop groups, individual ballad singers and global superstars BTS. And PSY. 

I know there are many genres of music enjoyed by South Koreans but the Kpop segment of it is so different from whatever the hell we got goin’ on over here in popular music where the goal is to be more outrageous than the last one who walked across the red carpet, not only in dress but also behavior.

Not knocking anyone, just pointing out how DIFFERENT the cultures are. 

BTS actually behave LESS like all those Kpop artists and MORE like the artists do over here. I guess because they have a lot of western award show experience? They really are much more authentic... as they say, such unbothered kings. Because this ain’t their first rodeo and they keep reminding us it is not the last. And though they gushed with appreciation to Army, we know these awards are not why they do what they do. These awards are our thank you to them.

Also, now having sat through all these performances... the music from all these Kpop groups is NOTHING like Balming Tiger and Crush. And of course the collabs with western artists, Charlie Puth and Benny Blanco. Except PSY, he’s different. 

Which just highlights again that BTS is beyond Kpop. How do you win the Grand Prize at a Kpop award show and not really be Kpop? I am looking forward to the BTS refresh, whenever that may be in the future because it will be earth shattering. I know, Kookie, you aren’t done yet. 

Every time they perform Yet to Come and For Youth, my heart breaks a tiny bit. The songs are perfect and the way they perform them allows them to make a lot of contact with the audience for much of the performance. And I know each time they look out at the audience they are savoring that feeling and storing another precious memory. Congratulations again!

It occurred to me, Jiminie is trying his damnedest to break his habit of running his hands through his hair so much... much to my dismay. Because all these tiny primps he does with his fingers... I saw you, Jimin, there at the end when you couldn’t stand it anymore! 

EDIT: Okay, clearly my brain is functioning on not enough sleep because this is NOT the first entire awards gig I’ve watched. I did this same award show last year, except it was so different because there was no audience. I remember how shocked we were about Jungkook’s new lip piercing... ANYWAY! I am going to sleep now because I’m running on fumes. Good night!

#2022 FACT Music Awards that's a wrap #very satisfying to see them showered with Army's love #why are they also crackheads at the same time? #we will learn that no red carpet because Kook couldn't get his Harley started #because apparently his hair wasnt even done yet when they had to accept the first award #so unserious but we expect no less from bangtan #I am so tired. I am too old for this shit right Yoongi?

[ofgentleresolve]

# for hyurick in the black knight verse (IF??? THERE'S A CHANGE MYUNGDAE KEEPS HYUK'S NUMBER, I MEAN---IWUEHDHD)

@jeoseungsaja || texting aka the crux of rp ( cell phone headcanons prompt. )

send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses

black knight’s phone:

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: ♚

- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone: none but then again all contacts in the black knight’s phone are relatively anonymous. he keeps all of his contact names as symbols and limits the amount of information on there…also the phone is encrypted, the cipher decoder device set to go off to myungdae’s fingerprints so even if someone else were to get a hold of the black knight’s phone, they wouldn’t be able to read it easily.

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: this one! sorry the great a*ce a*ttorney ost gives me black knight vibes. ( pawn and rook both have unique ring tones since he can’t always look at his screen. )

- my muse’s last text to your muse:  “Give your forensics expert a raise. She’s doing your office a favor even if she’s making my job harder.” “Your plant was looking dry too. I watered it.” “Are you trying to kill it, it needs more shade.” “I’ll be back.” ( other things to note: the black knight’s phone also has a deception feature aka if it rings, he can also put a fake contact photo over in case someone is looking over his shoulder. ) ( BONUS ) myungdae’s personal phone:

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: .

- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone: a picture of the picture of hyuk that patrick kept with him over the course of five years. the quality is not that great :/

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: good evening by SHINee

- my muse’s last text to your muse:  [ five years ago ] “Maybe I can visit you once your case finishes up. I’ll have some time before the semester starts. Wasn’t there a beach you wanted to check out?” “We can plan for it next time, Hyuk-ah.”

( bonus, bonus: [ unsent ] “help me” )

#jeoseungsaja #jeoseungsaja ( lee hyuk. ) #answered ( myungdae. ) #everything changes everybody changes ( answered. ) #going to you without any reason ( patrick & hyuk | black knight verse. ) #HAHAHA NOBODY TOUCH ME THIS HURT TO THINK ABOUT #😭😭😭 #jk....i brought this upon myself....and i'm taking alex down with me JFKLSJDKLFJS #alex THANK YOU...for enabling me :'D #and OF COURSE HE KEPT HYUK'S TEXT MESSAGES.... #different number on patrick's end BUT he was able to get the messages transferred to his new phone.... #although patrick doesn't look at those messages....it brings back too many memories and he?? knows he'll lose his resolve if he looks at #them...but at the same time he can't bring himself to delete them 😭😭😭 #also couldn't bring himself to put hyuk's name in there #that's too risky in myungdae's opinion :/ #but hopefully!! it changes when they reunite :'D #HAHAHA THE UNSENT TEXT MESSAGE...help i'm on the floor and i won't be rising any time soon 😭 #i also hope?? it's okay that i included the bit about the plant?? #since patrick probably did look up how to care for lilies of the valley.... #but also if you aren't lmk and i'll chnage it happily!! and anything else that doesn't sit right with you <3 #thanks for sending this in alex :D care you lots and please have a good day!! <3 <3 <3