#his reasons for leaving the dogs is just 'charity'

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Guys wtf????? Is this for real?????

#how accurate is tom Browne????? #Bailey NO #DON'T DO THIS #bevo's bottom boys is your BRAND #Bailey is so much better than that old dark navy blue crap #this is devastating #what about all his lovers at the dogs????? #what about his brunette doppelganger????? CALEB POULTER NEEDS YOU BAILEY SMITH #unbelievable #why #now do i have to write fanfics of Bailey Smith and Adam cerra???? #Bailey walking up to Zac Fisher and being like 'you call that a mullet?????' #Bailey bullying zac over his mullet #zac growing his hair longer and styling it like Bailey's #bailey teaching the Carlton boys the joy of having long hair #Bailey has seen them play and he has some ideas #his reasons for leaving the dogs is just 'charity' #'helping the less fortunate clubs' #and by less fortunate Bailey is just talking about their hair #he picked the club that he can help the most #as soon as Caleb Poulter was drafted to the dogs Bailey knew his work there was done #his picks were either Carlton to fix up their hair and fashion or Adelaide to help out that poor virgin boy trying to get an erection

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actually dying for a cooper howard x vaultie!reader smut where they have some slow burn longing steaminess, but coop thinks she’s too good for him UNTIL she comes in contact with a sex pollen-esque chem and he finally gives in to save her 🥵 please work your magic and elaborate however you want

A Flame in Your Heart

Cooper Howard x Fem Reader (SMUT!!)

CW: NSFW like absolutely filthy y’all, you’ve been warned. 💀 unprotected sex, irradiated cream pie, p in v, p0rn w/ plot, slow burn, flirting, cursing, perverted thoughts, dub-con (because of chem usage though consent is asked and given!) rough sex, dirty talk, choking, praise kink, degradation, squirting, mention of fingering, FEELINGS!! Slight deviation from TV series, possible grammar/spelling mistakes, cooper starts off mean but slowly warms up to reader

AN: I absolutely LOVED this request! I was up all night writing down all my ideas and spent all this morning perfecting it, and this has to be my longest one yet! I thank you for your patience anon and my lovely readers as I finally post this! Hope you enjoy and that I have done your ask justice! ❤️

Life outside of the vault was difficult to say the least. You felt hunger and dehydration in ways you’d never experienced before, going out of your way to do desperate things you would normally never do in order to get said food and water. The heat was unbearable, every stretch of land you walked across had a danger lurking around every corner, and worst of all, you’d never felt so alone. You weren’t sure what it was about you, maybe it was because you were new to the surface, maybe it was your nearly perfect skin, but everyone seemed to stare or glare at you when you would walk through. It wasn’t until you’d passed through Filly, meeting Ma June that you realized people didn’t take kindly to people like you. “Vaulties” she called them, an audible disdain in her tone, making you look down to remember you were in your blue and gold Vault-Tec suit. “I’ll be going then, have a nice day!” You said skiddishly, offering her a kind smile before turning and exiting the shop. You just wanted to make friends, why was that so hard up here? So when your eyes set on a man clad in classic Wild West cowboy clothes, watching smoke settle after a stand off, you weren’t sure why but you knew that was who you needed on your side in this world. Before you knew it, your feet were already moving and mouth speaking to him, grabbing his attention.

“I ain’t no charity case sweetheart, I don’t take on strays” The ghoul spoke, his southern drawl making him even more memorable than the marred texture of his skin. You looked to the dog that trailed not far behind him as he walked, changing its pace to keep up with the man. “The dog there with you tells me otherwise” you quipped. “Ain’t my dog” he responded harshly as he continued walking. “I can make it worth your while!” You yelled, making him stop in his tracks for a moment, a scary sight at first before you worked up the nerve to come closer once he turned back to you. “And how you suppose you’d do that?” He asked, and at first you didn’t know what to say, the words leaving your mouth before you could really think of a good enough reason. Did nobody like company anymore these days? “Well…I can be your scavenger! Pretty good at collecting stuff” you offered, shaking your bag and making things rattle around inside to prove it, making him give a huff of a chuckle. “‘f I wanted a pack mule I’d‘ve found a brahman” he shot you down. “Okay, then I can be good company to talk to!” You offered. “They make radios for when I want to listen to someone yack” he shut down once again. “I’m a good cook! Even with shitty supplies, I can make a stew that’d put a smile even on the meanest son of a gun’s face” you said, hopeful that he’d at least take you for something, but you had a feeling he’d probably turn you down again. “Iguana on a stick’s just fine” he said, though he had to admit the stew sounded good. Reminded him of home before all this wasteland bullshit. “Oh, umm…” you said awkwardly, your tone growing quiet and my how it put a sad look in your eyes. The evil part of him liked it, seeing your sweet innocent face all downturned but the part that was still human deep down, the part that hardly ever saw the light of day anymore, had half a mind to let you.

“Got a lotta nerve walkin’ up t’ me, girly. If you somehow been lucky enough that you ain’t met dangerous yet, you’re lookin’ at someone who could put you down before you’d even mutter your last words” he threatened, motioning to the double barreled shotgun in his hands. “I know, I saw it first hand. You hold yourself well, I envy that. I’m new to all of this and just really want someone who can help me hold my own the same way” you explained. “Look, I know I don’t look like much but please just give me a chance” you begged, looking up at him with a fighting spirit in your eyes that he had to admit, he was pretty impressed in seeing in a vaultie. “You help me, I help you, however that ends up being” you offered, standing strong on this and damn if he didn’t see a little bit of himself in you at that. He gave a sigh, tilting his head down before shaking it, not believing himself for the words he was about to say. “Alright, but the minute you start draggin’ you’re out, got me?” He said, and he hated the way his cold heart seemed to pump a little faster upon seeing your eyes light up with joy and a smile stretch to your face. “Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!” You said, opening your arms up to hug him but being met with the barrel of his gun poking your stomach to keep space between you. “I don’t do hugs” he spoke gruffly, making you back up enough to where he’d drop the gun back to his side. “R-Right…sorry” you apologized, embarrassment washing over you but still glad to finally have someone in your company. “C’mon, I ain’t got all day now” he said, motioning you to start walking, so you joined him.

Your travels with him certainly weren’t at all what you were expecting them to be. From being used as bait, to being tied up with rope most of the time you’d traveled together, or being sent in as his scavenger, you weren’t prepared for a lot of the reality you faced with being up on the surface. Most nights made you question why you’d ever left the comfort of the vault, why you’d abandoned a trusty food supply, regulated temperatures, a safe place to sleep that wasn’t riddled with radroaches or had the likely hood of waking up to a raider with a knife at your throat for no reason. Then you would remember the experiment in your vault, why you left that awful place for arguably a worse reality on the surface but at least you had freedom. Out here you were free to say what you want, do what you want, consume what you want so long as you could defend yourself incase that supply wasn’t unclaimed. You’d gotten pretty handy with a gun in the most recent weeks. Cooper, you learned one night was his name, using empty glass bottles as targets to help teach you accuracy and how to hit things from a longer range. In exchange, you came a little more useful than he had first thought. You had some useful stuff on you for trade like chems, ammo and food, were a good extra bag to hold stuff in, and you were a better cook than you’d talked about. Sure you had a tendency to talk too much, and you weren’t great with a gun, but you were getting there.

“Might I suggest takin’ them clothes instead of wearin’ that suit?” He said, making you look at him weird for suggesting you strip a dead raider of their clothes. “Why would I do that…?” You asked, genuinely confused and not sure what he was implying either, he was a hard man to predict. “Because, people see that shit and get real mad. People up here don’t like vaulties or the ones that run ‘em” he said and it made sense, it helped you understand why you kept getting evil glares each time someone would look at you or talk to you. You figured he knew best, so you took the shirt and pants from one of the female raiders, tucking them into your bag to change into at a better time. He gave a chuckle watching you do so, apologizing to the dead body profusely as you took their clothes and whatever valuables they had on them for the betterment of your own survival. You were still so naive, part of him was hoping he could slowly start to break and corrupt your way of thinking, but that was a thought for another time.

Before you knew it, night finally began to fall. The sun setting across the horizon gave the air less of a hot, harsh bite as the temperature began to cool rapidly across the sands of the Mojave. All you managed to grab was a pair of beat up, old jeans and a tank top, so as soon as the sun set, the chill set in. As you both set up camp for the night just outside of an abandoned rest stop, you started a fire to cook some of that stew you talked about being good at. He had to admit, it was pretty damn good, likely the best thing he’s had since before the bombs went off. Though even the kindling fire couldn’t manage to chase the chill away, watching you run your hands up and down your arms to try and warm up some by it. He felt a slight pang in his heart, watching you shiver like that, how your eyes lit up by the blaze of the fire and your hair seemed to be tousled just right. You were pretty, too pretty to be trekking this wasteland, and certainly too pretty to be trekking it with him of all people as your company. Even he had a heart still, as cold as it was, so out of kindness he shrugged his duster from his shoulders, draping it around you. You looked at the fabric pooled around you, pulling it over you better before looking to him as he sat down across from you again. “Ain’t no use if the cold gets ya” he said, making you smile appreciatively at him as you realized what he did. “Thank you” you replied, a slight blush fanning to your cheeks as the chattering of your teeth finally died down and you grew warmer. It smelled like him, sure it had splatters of old dried blood and was rather worn, but it had that gunpowder and smoke smell to it that you associated with him. “Don’t say I never did nothin’ for ya” he replied, trying to sound cold but it didn’t come off that way, making you chuckle. “What do I owe you?” You asked, making him fall silent for a moment as he pondered the answer to your question. He looked you over for a second before tipping his hat down to cover his face a bit, the signal that he was about to try and get some sleep. “Just keep watch for a bit, I’ll be up in a few hours” he responded, and while it wasn’t what you were expecting, you’d take it.

He was startled awake a couple hours later when he heard a commotion, you yelling at someone telling them to back off that this place had been claimed. The raider you were up against didn’t seem to like that very much, claiming that wasn’t how it worked up here. The altercation took a turn for the worst when the man reached for his gun but you were quick to fire and kill him before he could let out a shot. A shaky feeling set in your hands and a horrified expression across your face at the realization that you just killed someone. Cooper, who was certainly wide awake now, was rather impressed by your quick timing and precision, coming up behind you to lay a gloved hand to your shoulder. “Well would ya look at that, looks like them lessons been payin’ off after all. How’s it feel?” He asked, looking down at you as you stared at the gun in your hands. “He was yelling at me but…he was aiming at you. I don’t really know what came over me, I didn’t like that he was going to shoot you so I just…I killed him” you said, recounting the encounter to him as if he hadn’t seen it himself. He didn’t really know what to think in that moment as you explained how your mind worked, he was proud for sure at your show of improvement with a gun, yet also touched at the same time. No one ever really looked out for him since he started his bounty hunting, he was a well hated man by many but you defended him without really any reason to. You’d just learned his name not but two weeks ago, and before that he was dragging you around with rope yet you still defended him, had you two really gotten closer in the time that’s passed since? He wasn’t sure, but it was something he could mull over while you were sleeping. “Get some rest vaultie, sun’ll be up soon” he said, knowing you likely wouldn’t get much sleep with the adrenaline still coursing through you, but it was at least worth a try, you two had a long day ahead of you.

When you woke up that next morning, things felt a little different between you two. You weren’t some annoying little dog following him anymore, you were an equal. He no longer looked at you and treated you like you were lower than him as you both set out across the wastelands, he had respect for you. Hell, he even started talking with you now when you were out traveling which was almost unbelievable. You learned through those conversations that he used to be an actor in Wild West themed films, explaining his outfit, and that he was married before the bombs dropped. You of course told him bits and pieces about yourself in exchange, after all it only felt fair but it was also nice to just finally talk to someone after all this time.

When night time fell again you two sat enjoying a meal by the fire together, only rather than across from each other, he sat next to you, making a blush come to your face as you’d smiled sweetly at him. “Glad to know I don’t have germs anymore” you said jokingly, making him chuckle. “Give an old man some credit. It ain’t exactly all peaches and marmalade out here darlin’, even cute can be deadly” he said, the nickname and him calling you cute sending a deeper blush to your cheeks despite knowing it’s just how he spoke. Whether it was the lack of contact with other people for so long, or just his charm you couldn’t quite tell, but it always seemed to have an effect on you. “Just teasin’ you, I get it. I’d tie me up and use me for bait too if I’d been doing this as long as you have. It’s a shit hole out here” you said, making him look at you as you dropped the first curse word he’s ever heard from you. “Well I’ll be damned, either I’m a bad influence or you’re finally growin’ outta that naive shell there, vaultie” Cooper replied, making you laugh as you saw a smirk stretch to his thin, marred lips, the first one you’d seen in a while that wasn’t brought on by drugs, chems or that first sip of a good bottle of alcohol. “Probably both” you quipped, making him chuckle. “Yeah, probably. Been told I ain’t easy to stomach” he said, making you hum. “You’re alright in my book, Coop” you replied with a sweet, genuine smile that matched your tone and was that butterflies you felt in your stomach? Did you just call him Coop? No ones called him that in ages, why did it make his heart start to flutter a bit? “You ain’t so bad yourself, vaultie” he responded, still affording you that small smile before turning back to his food. “Keep making food this good and I just might have to keep you around” he joked, making you giggle and break the slightly tense silence. “It’s not much but I certainly try. I’ll definitely make sure to stay good at it, I like traveling with you” you said, unintentionally coming off flirtatious and fuck there it goes again, that feeling in his chest and his stomach like he needed to hit his inhaler but he felt great. What were you doing to him?

“Hey, if it isn’t too much can I ask you a sort of…personal question?” You asked, holding the beat up bowl in your hands as you looked over at him. This was normally the part where he would say no, absolutely not, he wasn’t here to be questioned on his personal matters. Yet, with you, it was different. Ever since last night he hasn’t been so on edge with you, it was like he’d warmed up to you. “Depends on what you’re askin’ there, sweetheart” he said, the nickname once again making you blush. “Do you…miss them? Your wife and daughter?” You asked, not sure if it was a good subject or good question to ask but after finding out, you were genuinely curious. He looked down at his bowl again, thinking of the proper response to your question. The old him would have been defensive, told you it was none of your business, but now? He wasn’t sure. “Ain’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about ‘em. About the way I ran out on ‘em when them bombs dropped” he answered, making you give him a sad look as genuine guilt filled his tone. This was the most honest and open he’s been with you this whole time. “I feel guilty. Not sure if I feel guilty for runnin’ out and leavin’ ‘em behind or guilty for the way I ran out, been tryin’ t’ figure that out for quite a while now and I still ain’t sure” he added, and you sympathized with that. Everyone has regrets, things they’ve done in the past that they aren’t proud of, people up here were no different in that aspect. “Well, in the short time I’ve gotten to know you, I’ve come to understand that everything you do has a valid reason behind it. So even if you feel it was a shitty thing to do, you obviously had a reason for doing so. No one can blame you for trusting your gut, and I don’t think you should blame yourself for doing so” you responded, your hand falling to his as a comforting gesture, your words ringing in his head almost as if you’d opened something in his mind, something he’d never really gave himself to think about before. He looked down at your hand that rested on his, noticing the way you didn’t flinch away from him like others did, the way you were brave enough to walk up to him, talk to him, *trust* him when he made it very clear that you shouldn’t. It was smaller than his, softer for sure, but warm all the same, then he looked up to see that caring look in your eyes and smile on your face that told him that you cared. “Guess you’re right, still wonder sometimes if it was the right choice to make” he replied. “I understand. Everyone has regrets, we all look at the past and hold at least something that we’ve done before in regret, it’s what makes us human” you said, making him give a huff as a chuckle. “You got anybody?” He asked, making you look down as you moved your feet along the dirt. “An ex-husband, but not anyone I really care about, no. My parents passed a few years before the bombings and he and I split up when I caught him cheating on me with some other woman in the vault..” you explained, not sure why it hurt you to tell the tale still, but you felt it was only fair considering what you’d asked of him to share. “Sorry t’ hear that” Cooper said, making you chuckle weakly, a somber look coming to your face that made his heart wrench. “I haven’t exactly been in love since, and considering he and I split up just a little over ten years ago, really says something I guess, huh?” You asked, trying to laugh to bring up the mood, knowing you sounded pathetic. “He was the fool, not you darlin’. He was the one skippin’ out on one hell of a woman” Cooper said, making you look to him and blush a bit as you gave a chuckle at his response.

“Thanks” you replied appreciatively and with a smile before casting your gaze down to see your hands were still connected and it left you blushing harder with embarrassment, you’d been holding his hand this entire time without realizing it. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable if I have I-“ “relax vaultie” he cut you off, pushing your hand back down onto his to assure you that he was far from uncomfortable. “It’s…rather nice actually” he admitted, making you feel relieved but your heart fluttered in your chest from it. A thick tension soon began to set in between you both after that night, something of an unspoken, kindling romance beginning to develop. “Then there it can stay” you said, making him smile softly at you, tipping his hat at you as a silent thank you.

Months passed on like this, where you’d spend the days scavenging, picking the land for its resources you could find and hunting bounties by day, then spending your nights by a fire growing closer and closer with every passing day. Through your shared meals, jokes, deep conversations, and plenty of near death experiences, you started to notice your fondness of the ghoul you traveled with. The way you’d hang onto his words with that southern accent that seemed to pull at your heart strings, or the way you’d go out of your way to stand between him and a stray bullet. You’d helped him on more than one occasion in getting out of a sticky spot, or getting him the stuff he needed to keep from turning feral. In return, he started to notice he was feeling the same towards you. There was this sudden need to keep you safe, to do nicer things for you, to speak better towards you, even flirt with you at times. Some nights there’d be so much tension in the air, it’s a miracle you haven’t jumped each other yet. Though in his eyes, as much as his heart yearned for you, he knew you were too good for him. You’d been hurt before, and he had a reputation for hurting people, feeling undeserving of even just the sweet smiles and company you afford him even now. You didn’t need someone like him, you needed a good man, someone who didn’t kill for a living, someone who could treat you right, someone who didn’t look the way he did. You were soft and warm, he was rough and cold, though he supposed that’s where the term “opposites attract” came from. So even when he was a whole bottle deep, he was sure to hold his tongue to a certain point.

Some of those nights around the fire were spent sober, others not so much, and this night happened to be one of those nights spent under the influence. You two had stumbled across a mini-mart, doing your best to out run the radstorm that had been trailing you guys for hours, coming in just to find whatever supplies you could to make it through the next week and possibly hunker down for the night. So imagine your surprise when you seemed to have found the largest chem stache you’d both ever laid eyes on. “Coop! Come here, you gotta see this” you said, making him run towards you to make sure you weren’t hurt or in trouble. His nerves were eased once he saw you, fully intact. “Tell me I’m not seeing shit” you said, pointing to all of the supplies sitting in a box on the table, joined by other supplies around it. You both looked at each other in complete and utter disbelief, this would keep you stocked for months, maybe even a whole year if you conserved it well. “Well ain’t that just the prettiest fuckin’ sight” he said. There was no way a horde of chems this large and this valuable was just completely unprotected you reasoned, so you routed around the place, scoping out for any raiders, straggling traders or ferals who happened to still be around. It was as if heaven was shining down on you both as you found no one around, seemed like no one had been here for days. So you did the most logical thing anyone would do in this situation. Stuff each of your bags to the brim of drugs of all varieties! Seeing as you had food, chems and even some clean water and alcohol lying around, Cooper locked and barricaded the door shut, proposing it could be a good spot to sleep for the night. With a radstorm approaching, it was best to have a roof over your heads to keep out the rain and potential radiation sickness that came with it. “This is the closest fuckin’ thing to a slice of heaven I’ve seen in ages” he said, aside from you is what played in his mind but he couldn’t speak that out loud, no matter how much he wanted to. “You said it!” you replied, and it’s even better with you here you thought, but thought it best to keep it to yourself. He plopped down on the couch, kicking his feet up to rest on the small table that seemed to be in shambles, enjoying a tape that was playing on the TV that he was surprised to still see functioning. “Holy shit, this thing still works?” You asked, amazed to see working technology out in the wastelands, sitting next to him as you watched it with him. He gave a smirk at your reaction, thinking it was cute the way your eyes would light up when you got all excited over something. Deep down it made him want to give you everything you laid eyes on like that just to see it pointed towards him. “Guess so” he replied, enjoying your excitement only to see you turn and look his way, which was his signal to stop staring holes into you before he gets caught. “I dunno about you baby doll, but I ain’t about to spend tonight sober with this stache sittin’ here ‘n front of us” he said, making you laugh as he routed through all the different drugs and chems til he found what he was looking for.

In the process of searching through it all, a small metal box fell to the floor at your feet. It looked like a box of mentats only the design was different, instead of the characteristic green and white box was a red one covered with hearts labeled DN-Chem. You supposed the worst that could happen was turn into the man sitting next to you, which you figured wasn’t the worst fate to succumb to all things considered, so you went against all better judgement and said fuck it, popping two of the mentat like chems and chasing it with the vodka he’d found to wait for it to take effect. “The hell is DN?” He asked, looking at the box, wondering what it was you took. “Don’t know, guess we’ll find out here soon because I took two” you said, taking another sip from the bottle of vodka he passed your way, and he gave a chuckle as you handed it back to him. “You come a mighty long way, little lady” he commented before setting the metal pill box down. He took the bottle from you, taking a swig, then placing one of the small viles into his inhaler before taking a hit of it then lying back, breathing a sigh of relief as it and the alcohol entered his system like the perfect remedy to any ailment. As about a half an hour rolled by, you waited for the high to set in but it never came, instead you were just getting hot, like really hot. There weren’t any windows open, and it was night time so you shouldn’t be this uncomfortably hot for how it was but you felt like you were on fire. “Shit, it’s hot as hell in here…” you complained, shaking off your jacket that you’d picked off of some raider a few weeks back, making him look to you curiously. “Lightweight” he quipped, making you chuckle. “Accept I don’t feel anything, I just feel hot” you said, making him hum with intrigue before turning back to the TV. “Give it some time, you’re new to all this. ‘m sure your body is wonderin’ what the hell you just put in it” he said, and he had a good point, maybe it was just a side effect of not doing them so often compared to his every day use.

As time went on, you began to notice the way your eyes couldn’t help but be glued to him, more specifically glued to the way his legs were now spread as he sat back. You wondered to yourself what he looked like beneath all that cowboy get up, what his reaction would be like to see you getting on your knees for him and slotting yourself between his spread legs. You shook your head to try and rid yourself of such inappropriate thoughts, but what you couldn’t stop no matter how hard you tried was the feeling of arousal beginning to pool in your panties. Sure he flirted with you every now and again, but you doubt he felt towards you the same way you did for him. To him you were sure you were likely more akin to a pet than a friend, useful and nice to have around, but not anything further. At least so you thought. You’d rather hoped you were wrong in assuming so, that maybe he saw you the same way you saw him. You bit your lip as you tried bouncing your leg to relieve the ache between your thighs, a light pink dusting your face and neck even up to the tips of your ears, but nothing worked. Even as you closed your eyes, all you could picture was you laid out on the couch beneath him, or bent over it with him behind you, or you riding him on it. “Been awful quiet. You doin’ alright over there, sweetheart?” Cooper asked you, and the audible whimper you let out from the nickname left you completely embarrassed. You clasped a hand over your mouth, god you were horrified but he gave a grin and a chuckle in response. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me all the sudden. I feel so…weird?” you said, unsure if that was really the proper word to explain it but it was the only way you could really word it off the top of your head with how much your brain felt as if it was turning to mush. “Ya took some chems, it’s gonna feel a bit fuzzy” he said, trying to assure you that feeling a little funny was normal, but this? This didn’t feel normal, not even for a chem high. You tried your best to swallow harshly, doing everything you could to try and relieve the dry ache you felt in your throat at the moment upon looking at him. You grabbed the bottle of vodka, taking a few sips but even that couldn’t grant you bliss from it. The throbbing in your core was driving you absolutely insane. You swore up and down that it was like you could feel your heartbeat in your chest, stomach, and in your cunt all at the same time. “No, this is different…I don’t think what I took was a normal chem, Coop…” you said, trying not to panic at the effects that were setting in but god you felt like you were absolutely feral. He turned to look at you, watching as you clamped your thighs together and the red that fell over your face. “I feel like an animal in heat” you said bluntly, making him go into a near coughing fit as you took him off guard. However that piqued his interest enough to pick up the little metal box again to see what it was you took. “I ain’t ever heard of a chem that does that, was that DN shit the only stuff you took?” He asked, growing slightly concerned for you and whether he had a possible horde of laced chems, or just an extremely horny woman on his hands. Speaking of hands, you were lost in thought staring at them, at the way they gripped the couch like you wanted him to grip your thighs, at the way they looked in those leather gloves he always wore. You wondered how it would feel wrapped around your throat, or how it would feel if his fingers were buried deep inside of you. Shit. This was getting out of control.

“Hey, ya with me still?” He asked, snapping to try and get your attention back on the matter at hand, making you shake your head yes as you broke from your perverted thoughts. “Is that DN shit the only thing you took?” He asked again, making you shake your head yes once more, because you knew damn well your voice was going to betray you the moment you tried to speak. That had to be it, it was the only thing that was different out of it all and the only thing he’d never heard of before. He knew it wasn’t the vodka either because he was drinking it with you, so if it was affecting you, it would have affected him and it hadn’t.

It took him a minute to put two and two together before he finally realized the abbreviations stood for Date Night, reading the instructions and effects on the inside of the tin’s lid. “Shit..” he said as he read it, realizing this was a hand made thing thrown into the bunch by whoever was running this place. “Did you read the lid before you popped them pills?” He asked, making you go wide eyed. As if this couldn’t get any fucking worse, this shit show could have been avoided had you just read the inside of the lid. “There was instructions?? Oh my god…what the fuck did I take?” You asked, concerned for yourself and the tone he had while reading it. “Somethin’ that the creator of it called Date Night. Looks like it’s a…well looks like it’s a handmade sex chem” he said, making you cover your face with your hands out of sheer embarrassment, you’d never wanted to die out in a radstorm more than you did right now. “Please tell me you’re fucking joking, cooper…” you whined, watching him read it more. “How much of it did you take?” He asked, almost scared to know and you were scared to know why. “Two?” You replied, making him whistle at that as he read it. “Fuckin’ hell sugar..” he said through a chuckle, and that nickname made a shiver run through you, sending electric bolts straight to your throbbing cunt. You did your best to bite back the whimper. “You’re only s’possed take one, and with you bein’ new t’ all this, I wouldn’t have taken more than half” he said, making you just wish you could just dig a hole and die in it already. “Fuck me…wait, shit! N-Not literally fuck me I- well I mean I’d like if you did but…FUCK! Forgive me Cooper, I’m so sorry, I can hardly think straight” you said, making him chuckle. “Well sweetheart, I think you and I both know there’s only one good fix for this situation” he said, making you whimper pathetically at the thought, your thighs squeezing together even more as you tried to fight to stay sane. Your eyes cast downwards to his lap once more, seeing the tent forming in his pants, clearly you weren’t the only one all worked up here. “I don’t want to make you feel like you have to, Coop. I can run off and take care of myself if it makes you uncomfort-“ you rambled but before you could finish, his hand cupped the side of your face, pulling you in for a long awaited kiss. You moaned into it without meaning to, feeling the way your body immediately relaxed upon wrapping your arms around him with no hesitation as the sweet innocent kiss turned passionate and dirty rather quickly.

“I won’t lie t’ you, doin’ this with you has passed my mind more times than I’d care to admit, but I don’t wanna cross that line unless you really want this” he said, looking into your eyes and making sure that this was truly what you wanted, that you felt the same way he did. “Coop, I know I’m under the influence of whatever the fuck this drug is, but trust me when I say, I’d be just as good with it sober. Been thinking about it for probably just as long as you have, if I’m honest with you. I want this, I want you and right now I want you so fucking bad that I might lose my mind if you don’t fuck me” you answered bluntly, taking him by surprise at just the sheer amount of absolute filth that left your otherwise innocent mouth, making him chuckle at your use of curse words and how desperate you were for him. “That so sugar?” He asked with a grin, enjoying teasing you at your neediest moments, including now. “God yes, Cooper please..” you begged, nearly moaning in reply and he’d spent time mulling over it before, denying himself the chance but just as the chem stache was a pot of gold, he took this as one of the best opportunities being placed in his lap by whatever higher power existed out there, making him waste no time in kissing you once more. “Good, because I don’t think I’d be able to hold myself back once we’ve started” he said, and the idea made you moan. “Don’t want you to hold back, want all of you” you said, and your wish was his command.

By the time your brain could finally catch up with you again, your clothes were strewn out all around you, your tank top hanging over the back of the couch, your jeans thrown haphazardly on the arm rest behind you, his pants on the floor, his hat on the table and shirt and duster having fallen somewhere behind the couch. By now, you’d already cum on his fingers twice, and on his cock once, this was your fourth round and this shit still had you on fire. “Yes!! Oh fuck, Cooper!” you moaned as your legs wrapped around his hips, keeping him as close to you as you could get, your fingers digging crescent shapes and puffy red lines into his back that unfortunately he knew wouldn’t stay long thanks to his ability to heal stupidly fast. “Doin’ so good for me, baby doll. Look so pretty like this for me, all splayed out like a needy little whore” he praised and degraded through his groans, making you moan and roll your eyes into the back of your head at the praise mixed with degradation as his cock was drilling deep inside you like tonight was all you guys had. “Yeah, you like that, huh sweet thing? Like it when I tell you how good it feels and call you names?” He asked, making you nod your head yes because there wasn’t a single thought in that brain of yours other than his name, which you spoke like a mantra. “Never knew such a sweet lil’ thing like you would be such a dirty little minx. Fuck…enough to make a man like me go feral, ya know that?” he said, making you giggle as you moved his free hand up to your throat, urging him to choke you, and he groaned at the sight. Your kiss swollen lips all puffy and shining with spit, your cheeks dusted a constant pink that grew darker anytime his cock brushed that spot deep inside that made you cling to him, your eyes half lidded, looking up at him like he was your savior. It made him absolutely rock hard knowing you’d pick him over anyone else in this god forsaken wasteland. “My, you are just a little freak, ain’t you? Oh we are gonna have fun together, you and me honey” he promised, squeezing your throat tight enough to restrict your airflow but not enough to hurt or cause any damage. Just enough to get that puddle of a brain of yours all fuzzy as you got closer to your fourth orgasm of the night. “Cooper…’m so close, so close please!!” You begged, feeling the heavy drag of his cock as he pounded into you, leaving you damn near screaming as it nudged your cervix and that spongy little bundle of nerves deep inside. “Go on honey, I gotchya. Let go for me, wanna see those pretty faces and hear those pretty noises you make” he said, angling his hips just right to hit that spot over and over again. “Oh fuck, oh fuck I’m gonna cum again, I-“ you warned before your moans rose in pitch as your walls clamped around him, gushing on his cock as your orgasm hit you like a freight train. Your body arched off the couch, stars filling your vision for a moment as you felt your release gush out and coat your inner thighs, screaming his name like it was your only chance at salvation. “Well ain’t I just the damn luckiest man in the wastelands right now, got me a pretty little vaultie and she’s a gusher” he said, making you whimper at his teasing but judging by the way he emptied himself inside you for the second time, you took it as a sign that he liked that about you. “Holy shit, I-I didn’t know I could do that” you said, thoroughly shocked with what your brain and body were doing as they almost seemed to almost be working against each other. “Do it again for me” he said, grabbing you and moving you both to where you were straddling him this time. His hands rested on your hips, helping guide you as you speared yourself on his dick with ease from how absolutely soaked you were, making you both throw your head back and moan. “Now that’s a damn good sight” he said, making you lean in to kiss him once more as his hands helped you start and keep a steady rhythm with your hips. It was definitely going to be a long night, but one you two have been needing for months, maybe even longer.

It’s a good thing ghouls have remarkable recovery time, because in order to finally get you sated and back to normal, you both had to spend all night going at it. Granted, it was aided by the mix of pent up sexual tension and pent up sexual frustration, but it was dawn before you both had gotten to a point where you could even *try* and fall sleep. First few times was on the couch between missionary, doggy and you riding him, next was you bent over it, with your pretty legs spread and ass in the air for him. Then, you used the arm rest of the couch as a pillow beneath your hips as he stood up while you laid out on the couch. He liked that one a lot for the way your tits would bounce with each and every forceful thrust into you, jolting your body. After that, it was done standing up with your back pressed against a wall, your legs and arms wrapped around him to keep him deep inside of you and fill you til he had nothing left to give you. From that point on, the rest of the night was all a hormone-hazed blur, but you knew well that he took care of you. You woke up unbelievably sore, your joints aching in places that you had no idea could even ache, a swollen, angry throb between your legs for the harsh, almost punishing treatment to your pussy followed by bruises, bite marks, scratch marks, hand prints etc. littered your skin as you woke up curled into Cooper’s side. You gave a gravelly groan as the sun shone in your eyes through the windows, making him chuckle at the way you were such a ray of sunshine except in the morning. Coming to learn that you absolutely *hated* mornings. Though you suppose you started to enjoy them more since traveling with him. “Mornin’ sunshine” he said coyly, making you groan disapprovingly at the way the sun was in your eyes, making you hold your hand up to cast a shadow on your face and grant you some relief. “Morning” you answered, your voice hoarse and half gone from sleep and all your activities that transpired the previous night. “Ain’t that a pretty sight” he said, turning and seeing you curled up to him, naked, your hair all messy from sleep and the hickeys and bite marks littering your skin, making you chuckle. “Last night was definitely something, can’t believe you’ve been holding all *that* out on me” you joked, making him give a dry laugh. “Could say the same thing about you, sugar. Had no idea that mind a yours could be so filthy. You’re a wild thing to party with, lil’ lady” he teased, sliding his arm around you to keep you close, making you hum as you lay soft, appreciative kisses to his collarbone and chest. “You’re fun too, and thank you for taking care of me last night. I’m sorry that it ended up happening the way that it did, I wanted to work up the courage and tell you some other way, I really did, but I guess life had other plans” you said making him chuckle as he saw you blush when he kissed your head. “Drunk words are sober thoughts they say, so I’d say I made out pretty good. But don’t sweat it, not sure how I deserved someone as good as you, but it’s good to know I ain’t as hard to stomach as most people say” he said, pulling you in for a soft, heartfelt kiss. “I think you are just perfect, Cooper” you said, your hand resting on his scarred chest as you looked at him with that gaze he swore he’d do anything to see pointed his way.

“You really wanna be my girl?” He asked softly, sounding shocked and with some self doubt still lacing his tone, but he had to be sure this was what you wanted outside of the drug’s effects. He cared for you deeply, in a way that he hasn’t felt in a very long time, but maybe you were just the right person for him to finally open his heart up to. His question made you giggle as your heart fluttered in your chest with excitement. “I absolutely do, I meant it when I said it last night, I mean it just as much now. I think we’ve danced around it for long enough, don’t you?” you replied, making him smile the most genuinely happy smile you’ve seen him wear since you’d met. “Just checkin’” he said, before laying a sweet kiss to your lips, wishing every morning could be like this one. Maybe it could, now that you were here with him.

#fallout x reader #fallout smut #fallout #cooper howard smut #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard #sole survivor #cooper howard x you #the ghoul #the ghoul smut #the ghoul x reader #the ghoul x you #asks

[luffyvace]

I need.....I NEED MORE SAIKI K X READER SHEWAS SCSKSB

I have been feed well by your small serie of saiki kusos x write reader 🤤

But may I request as saiki kusos w f!s/o who suddenly have makoto as a stalker?

(sorry if you don't understand this my first time requesting 😭😭)

AHHH IM GLAD YOU ENJOYED THE SERIES!!

that’s actually a great idea!! I’m super pumped to do this request! :)

Don’t worry I know just what ya mean!

⚠️stalking warning,⚠️ before I start, if I may 😵‍💫

💛

Saiki will know right away when he starts stalking you-

And ngl this is the perfect chance to get rid of him 😈🙏

just kidding! But seriously, he let go of all the times makoto’s annoyed him in the past, but now that’s he’s an issue with you? His girlfriend? The one girl he can actually tolerate, scratch that, loves??

yeah no buddy this one’s not gonna slide

unfortunately he cant punch him bc 1) Saiki’s too strong and 2) that’d draw a lot of attention to himself since Makoto is a celebrity

but what he can do?? Well, Plan A) pinch his cheeks till they hurt and threaten him, Upgraded Plan A) disguise himself then pinch his cheeks, Plan B) keep scaring the crap out of him every time he tries to follow you, Plan C) calmly talk it out with him that you two are an item, Plan D) tell Teruhashi and use her love for Saiki to his advantage, getting her to tell her parents and stop her brother, Plan E) Publicly expose that freak or Plan F) tell you you have a stalker if you haven’t noticed, and if you have, go to the police

wow! what well thought out plans! :) most of them won’t work

heres why!

upgraded plan A is better than just plan A but it will ultimately still draw attention

plan c is unlikely to work seeing as though how creepy that guy is, plus he doesn’t like Saiki

As of plan d Teruhashi can hardly stop him from being a creep to HER (😭⁉️) and i don’t know how well the parents will care, especially if he’s making them money..😟

plan e….seems like it would be successful..buuut i feel he would just use his celebrity status to will the evidence away, like speaking out about how he would “never” do that and doing charity 🙄 plus the fan girls probably won’t believe some rando who uploads that on the internet over they’re fav 😒

ngl plan F is really reasonable and has one of the highest chance of working, but yet again, the celebrity card will strike and he could pay off the police so they don’t do crap abt it 🤦‍♀️😑

therefore! Plan B it is! Seems the most likely to work + Saiki can get his revenge in a practically harmless way! :3

Thanks to his powers (for once 😭) no one is likely to believe even the Makoto when he says a flying guy dropped a pile of dog crap on him 😏🤷‍♀️

and even if they did when he tries to explain the full story he’ll have to keep lying to keep the lie of him not stalking you alive 👎

but he still will tell you if your unaware tho!

he’s likely gonna be hesitant if he knows you’ll freak about abt it but you deserve to know. And ofc he can always keep you safe (thanks magic powers, for being useful for once!) but he also would want your parents to know so if Makoto tries something they can have a lead.

so yes ultimately he tells you, likely at his house, in his room, and he tries to break it to you as gently as possible but…there’s no easy way to take that kind of info 😬😟

if you get scared or cry he’ll tell you his plan to make him leave you alone, and he tells you to tell your parents too. Essentially trying to console you

if you choose to trust him and react a bit calmer, maybe still worried, he’d ask if you still wanna go out in public knowing this, and if yes he’ll accompany whenever and wherever he can, especially since Makoto won’t wanna come up to you while he’s there, thinking Saiki’s your boyfriend

he is

Also If Makoto does anything perverted as far as taking sus pictures of you or imagining weird things with those photos he’ll rip them up and make the paper and random things fly around in his room, every time

He probably breaks his phones/cameras too, even if he buys knew ones, as punishment

onto the final battle!

let’s say your walking home from school and Makoto is following you, your boyfriend is close behind you both, monitoring the situation for a good chance to strike. First, you cross the railroad to get home, but Makoto has to fall back so you don’t see him, but when it’s his turn to go? Oh no! The trains coming! Where’d that even come from? there was no train?! CRAP!- huh? Wait..the trains gone..thank goodness?! 😭

oh wait! He needs to catch up to you! Well at least he knows where you live and what route you take through research! He needs to catch up! HOLY CRAP! What’s a mob doing here?! Did a fan see him?? How’d they find him..no way, don’t tell me they’re gonna find out what he’s doing..NO DONT COME ANY CLOSer…? They’re running past him? Well I guess he is in disguise..wait, they were running to this arch nemesis and top competition?! 😠 seriously?! That guy over him??

he proceeds to head over there to show the ladies who they should really be drooling over 😏 WAIT- HE CANT REVEAL HIMSELF RIGHT NOW?!- what?…where’d his wig go? THE WIND BLEW IT OFF?! HOLY- HE’S ABOUT TO GET FOUND OUT🫨 RUN 😭 🏃

aw man he’s outta breath, what are the odds the wind would blow his wig off near a mob of fans?! Now he’s gotta be extra careful following you! And it’s already late! Actually..it’s pretty darn dark….dang it! You’re probably in your house by now! Oh well…maybe you still have your window open and he can get some pictures that way! 👍

uh..is he starting to hear a second pair of footsteps..? But..no one’s around..why’s it getting louder..?! UH, it’s getting more aggressive now 😥….okay that’s it! he’s running..!

dang it! It’s chasing him! No way he can lead this creep to your house! (Ironic huh) he’s gotta take a wrong turn!

man! What time is it?! Midnight?! Has he really been running that long??? Why’s this freak still chasing him? And who is it?!?

alright! He’ll take a turn into that alley and lose ‘em! Then he’ll make a ‘U’ back to your house! Although there’s no way to be sure if your still up or not :/

hey! The footsteps are gone! Maybe think he lost him! Alright! He’ll take another turn and go back to your place!

🏃🏃

right as he turns the corner?

Saiki:👹

Jump scare!

he immediately calls his manager while running away, thinking he’s either a mass muderer, a demon or a stalker! 😱

and the best part is? Nobody will believe him 😊

ngl Saiki probably won’t let this slide even a couple days after he finds out Makoto’s stalking you, he’s quick to act and stop him bc no.

Super Saiki to your rescue! 🦸🤩😎

Ngl you’re beautiful so I see what Makoto sees in you but…..dude. Don’t stalk your crush.

🌸💐🌺

hope you enjoyed your hcs! -Brook

#anime #anime and manga #luffyvace #anime headcanons #fluff #fluff headcanons #saiki k #saiki k headcanons #the disastrous life of saiki k. #kusuo saiki #saiki #saiki kusuo #saiki kusuo no psi nan #saiki no psi nan #the disastrous life of saiki k #saiki x reader #saiki headcanons #saiki k x reader #tdlosk #saiki k fandom #x reader #fem reader #x female reader #tw stalking #tw stalker

[jenyifer]

Found Family

So had a conversation with @burnsuncomet about found family and how that effects the main 3 boys in Only Friends. I am going to warn you up front this is based on my own queer Journey and those I’ve seen. Everyone has a different experience so I might be talking out my ass.

Mew has a different found relationship to Boston and Ray because they were raised in a lgbtqia household. My ex was lucky enough to grow up as the youngest child by a lot in an extremely accepting family her older brother transitioned and her family was there for him every step of the way. My ex’s family attends prides and events proudly they always have. She is aware of found family but to her it doesn’t mean much. She finds it boring… why focus on that? Mew has the same problem. When you are loved so much by your family there is no reason to have a deep relationship with your found family. It doesn’t mean the same. Mew liked the idea of having a found family that’s why we see his photo of the group in his home and all of his fantasy books which often have non romantic groups of people coming together for a goal. Mew idealizes a family but it just doesn’t mean as much to him. He’s never had to rely on it solely. We see him half heartedly trying to keep the group together. Ultimately his found family wasn’t as important as his relationship with Top.

Meanwhile Ray and especially Boston needed a found family. Ray because his dad neglected him after his mother passed away and didn’t care about his queer label. Boston because his parents divorced and he has to be in the closet towards his parents. Boston keeps a photo of Mew, Ray, and Cheum in his bedroom because they mean so much to him. Boston and Ray have such a close relationship because they need eachother but unfortunately they can’t fully understand one another thanks to both of their separate mental issues. But they try. That’s why we see Ray being conflicted over kicking Boston to the curb he knows what Boston looks like when he’s hurt. Boston has been there for Ray in the past in some capacity. Boston kept trying to keep his facade up being a loyal dog for his friends because their bond was so important to him. He talked to Atom in the first place for Cheum. He had talked to him many times because Cheum is his family. We also see Ray suffering because Cheum says she isn’t willing to put up with Ray’s selfishness. He’s in pain because he’s realizing in that moment his actions have ripped apart his found family forever.

To me found family is so much more than friends or my actual family. My actual family can never accept me. I watch their kids and when I suggest maybe a tutor for a kid or activities to try with them I hear “how dare you talk about my kids you will never be a mother. You are going to hell.” And then I have to except the apology those people are my family. With my found family they let me make mistakes. I have internalized queerphobia and I have to keep learning. My found family support me challenge me genuinely care for me even though we aren’t blood. When I compare my experience to my ex I can see I tend to reach out to fellow queer individuals 1v1 trying to understand them. While she is willing to go out to pride and do events charities. Community on a large scale. Unafraid. We need that too. But it does mean we view friendships very differently like MewBostonRay.

I’m sure Boston will take the opportunity to return to his found family given the chance. He misses them. He loved being able to be himself with them. I think he underestimated what it would take to destroy his found family. He is so confident in himself Boston thought he’d be able to ride the storm and Mew and Ray would value him the same way he valued them. While that’s been proven to be untrue Boston still loves them even though he’s now aware the only one who cares for him is nick. Even though I feel like he shouldn’t forgive them I understand his need to have his friends back in his life before he leaves. They are still his family even if it’s one way. At some point they were all he had and the only time he could be himself. Ray also is recovering from his alcoholism and has to come to the conclusion is problems lie within himself and he’s the one who has to change. He may miss Mew and Boston but he’s recovering so I doubt he can look beyond himself but when he does I think he’ll ache for his found family again. A relationship is just not enough. It’s wonderful but having someone who understands you at your side while you struggle with your own family or relationship is something people like Ray needs.

#only friends the series #only friends #ofts #only friends meta #ofts meta #only friends boston #only friends ray #only friends mew #ofts Boston #ray pakorn #mew witsarut #ofts ray #ofts mew #jenny’s rambling

[isleofdarkness]

i'm curious, did you name Alaric after Alaric of the Visigoths? we were learning abt him in class and i remembered you had a character named Alaric :)

I named him after Alaric Potts, Mrs Potts's deceased husband. He was murdered by Beast's dad and no one knew where he'd vanished to for decades, until Beast went out to the stables for the first time since he’d been cursed and smelled something weird, at which point he went full cadaver dog and dug to find Alaric's decomposing corpse buried in a shallow grave in the stables the man had once tended.

Belle is named for Beast's wife, it seemed only right to name her only child for someone else Beast knew. Someone he had loved, someone who he had looked up to, someone he spent decades missing, thinking he was the reason his friend left. The one time he was kind, having snuck Alaric Potts gold coins because he thought the man was incredible, doing this even though his parents yelled at him and told him that his charity would lead to Alaric getting too big for his britches and leaving. That one kindness hardened his heart. He believed himself abandoned, that Alaric had done ad his parents had warned and left and it was Adam's fault because Adam had been kind. That kindness, he thought, had driven away the one genuinely good person in his life (Mrs Potts wanted to mother him, but the king and queen could keep her on a tighter leash as she was household while her husband worked with outdoor livestock,) so he was never kind again. And when he found out what actually happened, he realized that his kindness had gotten Alaric Potts killed, no funeral of tomb, leaving his wife a widow who didn't know her husband was dead and his son without a father or an explanation, both of them desperately hoping Alaric would come back to them, never knowing that he was dead and never would. Never knowing how close they were to him, how easily they could have found the answer they prayed for.

Alaric Potts means something to Belle. She named her son Alaric to honor him, that story that gave her comfort as a little girl.

Her beautiful little Alaric Maurice LeFou.

(Honestly, she gave all of her children really good names, Alaric is just the only one who's survived. But she named each pregnancy something that meant something to her.)

#belle legume #tiana lefou #descendants #descendants au #isle of darkness #original character #descendants oc #anonymous #alaric legume #alaric lefou

[destinyc1020]

What saddens me the most on this topic, is why are we putting everything constantly on Tom's shoulders?? So what he didn't repost. That young man is being pulled constantly in a thousand directions. His dog just died, he's trying to support Zendaya's movie, he's working, he's expected to help his family and friends with there dreams, he's not been allowed to grieve properly. He's even helping his moms charity by using his name solely to get donations. This is nuts.

Why are we expecting celebrities to say something regardless on there platform?. I just told someone earlier this is a test against not only him, but his relationship, a little bit. He and Zendaya may be deeply in love, but people will turn this around and come after her for being with him if this continues. People don't believe me, but it is true. Because it can affect her career and zendaya overthinks, and possible choices may need to be made. I can tell you right now, that young man would rather break off the relationship than to see her career suffer damage because he knows how hard she has worked for this that he would let it go. I see absolutely nothing wrong with being apolitical. I don't want celebrities speaking for me. I couldn't care less about what they have to say if we are dealing with real world issues. People have been hating on him since he was in school. Enough is enough. And Francesca is not a kid, speak the hell up and tell people that she is being supported as well. If she is. I mean what is he personally supposed to do. Get her a mental health counselor. People aren't going to listen to him. They hate him for being with Zendaya and just being alive, basically.

If I were him, leave the damn play, put a black Romeo in there and let them do it without him. Support everyone from the audience. Give the money back, and just finish off Spiderman with a huge contract. Yes, people want to see him but, no. Get the attention completely off him and put in Daniel Kaaluya and keep.it moving. People have been consistently cruel to this young man for zero good reasons for YEARS NOW since 2016 and before. NOT MONTHS, YEARS. Who cares if he supports zendaya by likes. He liked Francescas stuff as well.

People are going to cause him to remove himself sooner than later from public life. Anything that is positive in the world doesn't have a chance. Look how they jumped on Zendaya over a damn seat at a fashion show regarding Law and were just cruel as ever. She gets it in doses, he gets in every time. From his looks, height, hair, etc.

Fuck racist. But, people should be calling on Elon Musk more so than anything to make this shit stop.

I think I'm going the same way as the other anon. It's not fun anymore. Tooo much negativity towards one person. ALL THE TIME IS INSANE. No racists can remove me,but I will support Tom and Zendaya by going to the movies and watching my TV.

I realized recently...I can imagine Tom and Zendaya hate that their relationship is public. The constant beat downs take there toll. People will lift her on a pedestal and slam him daily or vice versa depending on the topic. They don't care about him. Only if he's a good boyfriend or not.

I always wonder where are his publicist, and why don't they get ahead of shit before it gets to this??? What is he paying for? They sure don't do much to keep him in a positive light I know that much, EVER.

Thanks for letting me rant.

Okay Girl.... I need you to take some deeeeep breaths in and out for me....

Maybe you're just ranting and letting off some steam, but nothing you mentioned is going to happen. This isn't going to affect Tom and Zendaya's relationship, they're not going to quit the play, and I don't think TZ regret anything about their relationship....not even being public. (If you ask me, hiding profusely was stifling and not conducive for a long-term relationship of two massive celebrities in the public eye imo)

I personally don't need for celebrities to speak out on political issues on social media either (especially if they haven't done their research and don't know what they're talking about), but to try and pretend that people aren't going to have ANY reactions/thoughts/feelings about what's going on in the world when they live in the same country, or earth that we live on is just naive imo.

Also, not ALL celebrities were born rich. In fact, MANY were just regular degular working-class citizens like you and me. So to say that some are "out of touch".... Like, how do you know that? How do you know what types of lives some people have had before they became famous? Just saying.... Some have had worse lives than I have even had before they got famous lol. Just saying lol.

Anyway.... I think it's good for you all to take a long break from Twitter (or maybe even all of social media) for a while. Either that, or just limit what you choose to look at. If you see that there's something negative on there, immediately click OUT of tweet, quickly scroll away, or go search something else.

[kaunis-sielu]

Sidelines: More Than a Headache

Thanks for the request @laurellaa

It’s time to get up. You know it’s time to get up but your head is pounding. You’re supposed to do this charity thing with Steve later but god you feel like shit. Steve is still asleep next to you, your alarm buzzing softly as he snores. He’d had a late flight home last night after a late game, you were happy to see him still asleep though. You sit up slowly and your vision swims. You don’t know how long you sit there, long enough for Steve to wake up.

“Mornin’ Sweetheart.” Steve says softly and you can’t help the groan that falls past your lips. Despite being together for almost three years now you don’t think he’s ever seen an actual migraine from you before.

“Morning.” You murmur back and he laughs gently before getting out of bed. Goose follows Steve as you sit on the side of the bed and focus on not throwing up.

“I’ll get the coffee going.”

“No.” You whimper and he laughs again heading out of your room. It takes every ounce of your self control not to lay back down,

“Go get her Goose.” You hear Steve say and your dog comes bounding back into the room but she halts before she collides with you. Instead she seems to know that something is off and stares at you while wagging her tail lowly.

“Hi Goose. Good girl.” You whisper and she wags her tail.

“Sweetheart? Coffee?” Steve calls and you wince, you attempt to stand up and make your way to the bathroom but you feel so dizzy that you immediately sink back down. Goose whines then heads back out of the room and you stand again gripping the nightstand. You move slowly toward the wall, vision swimming when Steve comes into the doorway. “Sweetheart?”

“Shh.” You breathe you focus on walking but sway with every step and when you’re halfway to the bathroom you stumble. Steve’s arms are around you faster than you can right yourself.

“Sweetheart?” He whispers and you hum softly. “What’s wrong?”

“Migraine.” You whisper and he scoops you up off of your feet then carries you back to bed. Steve does his best not to jostle you as he sets you down on the bed,

“What can I do?”

“Ice pack, water, pain killers.” You whisper and he kisses the palm of your hand before leaving the room. You close your eyes and wait for him to come back, he’s so quiet that you don’t hear him enter the room. He puts the ice pack in your hand and you put it on the base of your head, then the painkillers are set in your hand and a straw brought to your lips.

“I’m so sorry.” You whisper, tears pricking your eyes.

“What for?” He whispers back crouching down to be level with you.

“Charity event tonight.”

“Sweetheart, it doesn’t matter. If you’re sick you’re my priority okay? Don’t worry about it. Thor is going, I think he’s gonna try and convince Moxie to be his date, Bucky and Sarah will be there. It’s nothing. What can I do?”

“Just, stay with me?”

“Okay. Let me let Goose out and run her a bit then I’ll be back okay?”

“Okay.” You hear him leave the room, his feet are soft but the floor creaks under him and Goose’s toenails click. The alarm chimes with the open door then you close your eyes.

You can hear them playing in the backyard, Goose’s sharp barks make you wince but there’s not much you can do about it. She’s just so excited to be playing with Steve so early in the morning.

You’re glad he’s not upset about missing the charity event. You don’t know what excuse he gave everyone else but if they find out it’s because of you that he didn’t show up you’re going to catch so much shit from his fans. Especially ones that have paid to meet him at this charity event, oh god they’re going to be so mad if they find out you’re the reason why.

When Steve comes back into the house the door chimes again, he creeps into your room and you hear him removing clothing, then he slides into bed with you. Even though he’s careful not to jostle the bed too much you still wince from the movement.

“I’m sorry Sweetheart.” He whispers moving flush against your back, one of his arms curls around your waist and you intertwine your fingers with his before falling asleep. When you wake up again your headache is mostly gone. It’s more a lingering ache than a pounding throbbing, and you want him to go to the event. Even if he is a little late and goes alone.

“I want you to go to the event.”

“What?”

“I want you to go. I’ll be fine here.”

“Cat you couldn’t even walk earlier.” He argues softly, still matching your volume.

“If I can show you I can get around will you go?”

“Why do you want me to leave you so badly? I thought I did a good job staying quiet.”

“I don’t want your fans to hate me. I get so much shit from them already, it’s just a headache. Honestly I could go.”

“I think that’s a bad idea.”

“I won’t be blamed for this.” You argue sitting up and swinging your feet over the side of the bed, “besides, if I take some more painkillers I can come.”

“Sweetheart you’re being ridiculous.”

“No, I’m not.” You’re a little unsteady on your legs and Steve is out of bed after you in an instant. “I’m fine. We need to hurry or we’re going to be late.” You tell him moving to the bathroom. You grab a shower cap and turn the shower on but before you can peel off your pajama shirt and get in Steve has you pinned between him and the sink.

“What’s goin’ on Sweetheart?”

“I don’t want your fans to hate me.”

“They don’t.”

“Peggy made sure that I know that plenty of them do.”

“She’s still giving you shit?”

“Are you really surprised?” You ask with a sigh and he frowns.

“You don’t even work together anymore.”

“She sends me stuff online, I’ve blocked her on social media but she sends me emails at work. I block one email account and she makes a new one.”

“How do you know it’s her?”

“She usually makes some sort of snide comment about how you were better with her or some shit like that.”

“Let’s get a restraining order.”

“I can’t. She hasn’t threatened me.”

“Sweetheart, you’re a public figure. The rules are a little different.”

“Yea, I think that’d be nice.” You admit and he kisses you softly, “but we’re still going to this charity event.”

“Cat.”

“I will go alone.” You warn him and Steve sighs,

“Okay we can go on one condition.”

“What?”

“When I say it’s time to go we go. No arguments.” You know that you’re not going to be changing his mind on this one so you sigh and nod.

You shower together quickly then head to the charity event. Steve isn’t pleased about it, but you’re going to be fine.

“Hey! What are you doing here?” Moxie asks when you sit down at the table next to her. She looks stunning in a cream colored ball gown with flowers embroidered all over the fitted bodice.

“You look beautiful.”

“Astrid picked,”

“Yea, like a princess.” You tell her and Moxie rolls her eyes at you.

“I repeat, what are you doing here?”

“It was just a headache, Steve got over protective I’m totally fine.”

“A migraine isn’t nothing.” She counters and when you go to reach for your wine she plucks it from your hand. “That is a bad idea.” She swaps your drink for water.

“Great, now people are going to think I’m pregnant.” You mumble and she raises her eyebrows at you.

“You’re not right?”

“No! We’re not planning on kids until he’s almost done playing football.”

“And there’s no way?”

“No Moxie.” She eyes you hesitantly but you’re positive you’re not pregnant, you just got done with your period. “But now, if anyone saw that, they’re going to assume I am.”

“Sorry, just one glass then? You need to stay hydrated or that migraine will be back with a vengeance tomorrow.”

“I told Steve about Peggy.”

“Good. How did he take it?”

“I think he’s unhappy that I took so long to tell him but he’s going to look into a restraining order.”

“Good!” Moxie has always been one of your best friends and it’s so nice to have her here with you. “You look great.” You glance down at the pale blue dress, with an off the shoulder top and several layers of tulle. You love how it fits and how you feel in it. You see Thor and Steve at the bar chatting and when they look over at you and Moxie you give Steve an amused look, he grins back at you.

“Thank you. I think our boys are up to something.” Moxie follows your gaze and sighs.

“Oh they’re absolutely up to something. Sif found out about me.”

“What! What happened?”

“It’s a long story, she’s not thrilled is the short story.”

“Of course not. I think she always thought that she’d have her claws in him. We should have a girls night soon.”

“Please, I have so much to tell you.” Steve and Thor join you then and Steve takes you to your table.

It’s a pleasant night. The people that have won the bids to sit at your table are nice. They’re friendly and you enjoy the night with them, you’re glad that you came because you would’ve felt horrible with them paying so much money to meet Steve.

You get home and your headache is starting to rear it’s ugly head again, Steve brings you back to the master bath and starts the bath.

“You are going to get in this bath, I’m going to feed and let out Goose then I’m going to come and join you.”

“I love you.” You tell him and Steve laughs,

“I love you too. Now, I want this place to smell like a lavender field when I get back. Deal?”

“Yes bossy.” You sass him and he laughs before pulling you gently toward him with a hand around the back of your neck.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice that your head is hurting you again. I’ll be back soon.” He kisses you softly then slips out of the bathroom.

God you love him.

🏈🏈🏈

This is a series of one shots, the series isn’t posted in order. If you have ideas for Steve and Cat please let me know.

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[newtonsheffield]

Tattoo artist Kate and the Lord is a hot combo 🔥 when and where does he make a move into his new ‘property’? Extra 🌶🌶🌶 please?

Ahhhh look, yeah, they're a bit of a hot item. The London social scene is a bit abuzz when Anthony Bridgerton, is seen leaving a restaurant with his arm slung over the shoulders of a woman absolutely no one recognises.

Kate couldn't really say she'd thought about it, the viscount of it all when she'd sighed looking at Anthony and held out her hand. Phone. Give me your phone so you can call me and sexually harass me without having to pay me. Truly, she hadn't thought be really cared about titles at all anymore until she'd been photographed with Anthony leaving a restaurant, his arm slung over her shoulders and his voice whispering something filthy in her ear and what had felt like a city wide manhunt had gone underway until someone had found her shop instagram and a flurry of reporters had camped outside the shop waiting for her to leave.

People did care as it turned out. There were charity events and galas to attend and everyone seemed to want to put their two cents in and gawk at her curiously while Anthony kept her pressed tightly to his side.

"And what do you do for work, Kate was it? You do work I think?"

"I'm an artist." She always sighed ignoring Anthony's fingers tracing the tattoos up her spine.

"Oh lord, I wish I'd have known! We'd have had some of your artwork in the gallery tonight!" The irritating lady whatever of some double barrelled last name Kate assumed she was supposed to find impressive. "What kind of artist are you? What's your medium?"

"Tattoo." She smiled, watching their eyes grow wide. "And don't worry, I'm wearing enough of my artwork for anybody."

She hadn't thought about it. She hadn't. But here she was a year later with an enormous engagement ring weighing down her finger feeling constantly out of place with Anthony's hand splayed possessively against her stomach, his fingers playing with the velvet of her dress.

"God I can't wait to get out of this boring fucking party."

Anthony's voice was rough in her ear in their private little corner of the ballroom. Anthony was smiling benignly at people as they passed, so handsome in his burgundy tux with his hair perfectly quaffed back, looking for all the world as though he were thrilled to be there.

"You're the one who wanted to come to this fundraiser for... sorry what are we fundraising for? Teaching homeless cats how to rockclimb?" Kate sighed, taking a sip of her drink.

"I actually think it's a dog literacy charity." Anthony said bemusedly, his hand tugging her back tighter against his chest. "If I have to give one more fake fucking smile when I could be bending you over the back of the sofa I'll- Mum! Lovely to see you!"

Kate nearly choked on the sip of her drink she'd taken at the change in Anthony as he greeted his mother, hugging her tightly.

"You look beautiful tonight, Mum." That was the Anthony she'd fallen in love with, the reason she was in this mess to begin with, the Anthony who worried so much over his family that he'd huffed primly around her shop, hovering like a vulture, watching her infection control protocol. The Anthony who didn't care what it was in aid of: if his mother asked him to attend he would.

"Don't you look handsome." Violet hummed as she released Anthony, turning to Kate and hugging her just as warmly. "And Kate, darling you look beautiful, I hope Anthony's not being too much of a bear."

Kate chuckled, shaking her head at her mother in law, ignoring Anthony's hand settling firmly on her arse, obscured from his mother's view, his face the picture of innocence.

"He's being a good boy so far."

He wasn't. His fingertips were running down her spine, a rumble running through his chest as a shiver followed his touch.

Violet tutted, "I doubt that, I could see him complaining across the room."

Kate bit back a laugh as his mother shook her head exasperatedly, the same shrewdness that had looked at kate the first time they'd met and sighed You needn't wear sleeves on my account, Darling. I'm hardly going to be offended by a little bit of ink.

"I've been a very good boy, thank you. The picture of gentlemanly behaviour." Anthony sighed, his hand still roaming over her, forcing heat to Kate's cheeks as his lips grazed her ear the moment his mother was distracted by someone walking by. "I can't promise I'll be a gentleman when we leave."

That was the other part of Anthony she'd fallen in love with, the duality of him, really. The Anthony that seemed to strain against the leash of the society he lived in. The Anthony that sat with his hands tied to the bedpost and his eyes shining, whispering the filthiest things imaginable seemingly at complete odds with the man who wore a three piece suit every day of his life.

"Anthony, if you intend to grope your fiancée I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Violet said dryly, startling both of them.

"He wasn't-"

"Well, this has been lovely, mother, but I'm afraid my lovely wife and I must be off." Anthony cut across Kate, no longer bothering to hide his roaming hands as he guided Kate towards the exit.

"Anthony!" It was only half a scold as they burst from the room, their lips already clashing desperately as they'd made their way through the corridor. "I'm not your wife yet andYour Mum's going to think I'm a harlot."

"A harlot?" Anthony chuckled, smiling congenially at his driver as he waved the man off opening the door I've got it Dave. "Are was also living in the nineteenth century?"

"It's not funny." Kate sighed as she tumbled into the back seat of the car, tugging Anthony on top of her anyway, the heat that had been simmering from the minute they'd left the house finally spilling into the air around them.

"I think it's very funny." His hands were hot against her skin already as their lips clashed together again, tongues tangling filthily as her legs fell open to cradle Anthony's hips. But he didn't stay there for long.

It felt as though he was everywhere, his lips on her neck his hands groping at her breasts through her dress, his body sliding against hers roughly as his hands slid up her thigh. He was staring up at her in the cramped back of the limousine, the privacy partition up as it always was, his lips hot against her legs as he slid her dress up further.

"There it is." His eyes were burning back at her in the darkness as his tongue traced the letter of the tattoo that had been half a joke when she'd inked it onto her inner thigh, the crown stark against her skin Lord Bridgerton. She'd meant it as a joke, and it had been until she'd seen the raw possession in his eyes and the growl in his throat and the almost feral way his hips had bucked against her the second they'd been alone again and it was the same almost every time.

It was the same now as his hands tore her underwear from her, the lace tearing in the quiet of the car as it moved through the city, people passing by unaware of Anthony on his knees in front of her.

God I thought about this all night

His tongue was laving gently over the skin of her thigh, his lips trailing upwards until he was hovering over her, his breath hot and heavy just as his gaze was, one of his hands hooked around her waist making it impossible for her to get away as if she'd ever want to.

The first touch of his tongue drew a desperate gasp from her lips, the noise echoing in the small space but it was drowned out by the growl that fell from Anthony's chest as he nestled closer. The strands if his hair were soft against her fingers as they twisted in it, holding him closer against her. His tongue was relentless against her, Anthony's fingertips were burning into the skin of her thigh, bruising gently against the ink there as his teeth nipped at her, and his lips sucked and his tongued fucked her desperately.

Anthony!

It crashed over her unexpectedly, a shiver running down her spine as she fell over the edge and yet Anthony didn't stop. Instead another feral growl fell from his lips and his fingers joined his tongue moving impossibly faster as her hips ground slowly against him, mindless words falling from her lips again and again as their eyes caught together. The air was think with tension and the smell of Anthony's cologne and them together mingling in the air. Kate could feel her entire body tightening, could see her vision blurring at the edges as Anthony pushed her closer and closer towards the edge and-

Fuck!

She fell again her entire body shaking, her thighs snapping closed around Anthony's ears just as the car rolled to a stop.

Anthony hummed happily as he emerged, sucking obscenely on his fingers, his eyes dancing as he neatened his hair, straightening his bowtie and tucking her torn underwear into the top pocket of his tux.

"are you alright babe?" He grinned infuriatingly. "You look a little flushed is all."

He tugged her dress down as he threw open the car door just in time for Kate to gasp.

"I hate you."

"No you don't." Anthony chuckled, tugging her from the car, holding her close to his chest as her legs wobbled.

"I do."

Anthony scoffed, "Well, if that's the case, you won't want to see how handsome I look this evening. I went to the gym for you especially."

Kate rolled her eyes at her infuriating fiancé but she was already burning for him as she threw the front door open. "Well, it would be rude of me to ignore all the effort you've put in for me."

"I have to agree."

"Pants off then, My Lord."

And really, she'd sit through a million more of those stupid charity functions just for the smile in his eyes.

#lavender haze au #spicy sunday🌶 #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

[sims-plumbob92]

The Glow Up

The challenge involves a radical change for each generation sometimes for the better sometimes for the worse. Your heir will always see this change as a "Glow up" for the better obviously because they want to improve themselves by trying not to make the mistakes or shortcomings (in their opinion) of the previous generation.

*If you do not own all the required expansions but still want to try this challenge, you can replace traits, careers or aspirations with something similar.

First Generation

You are a teenager, having just moved to San Myshuno after spending your childhood in a group home.

You love to cook and your biggest dream is to open your own restaurant in the city of San Myshuno.

The path is not easy and you know that, so you start scraping together money by working part-time as a bartender (/employee in fast food restaurants) alternating with school!

Rules:

Traits:

Unflirty

Ambitious

Perfectionist

Have an apartment or house worth at least 20,000 Simoleon

Open a restaurant in any lot in San Myshuno

Not having more than one child

Getting married after 5 romantic dates had with the same partner

Become a three-star celebrity (Optional)

In teenage years take up a career as a bartender or fast food restaurant

In young adulthood take up culinary career

Reaching level 10 in culinary career, chef branch

Initial funds 2,500 Simoleons

Achieve level 10 in the following skills:

Cooking

Gourmet Cooking

Baking.

The sim of this generation will not have a good relationship with his son/daughter because he is always busy with his career and especially running the restaurant so he will not have time for his family, given his humble beginnings the most important thing for this sim has always been to scrape together money.

Second Generation

Since you were a child, the thing you craved most was the affection and attention of your parents who were too focused on their careers and busy with running the restaurant.

So as a teenager you started to take up stealing hoping for some attention from your parents, but the only result was being kicked out/chased out of the house once you reached the age of majority, and from then on you swore that you would never behave like that with your children!

Rules:

Traits:

Kleptomaniac

Materialistic

Family oriented

Reaching level 10 of the mischief skill

Leave the home in which one grew up upon reaching young adulthood

Taking up a career in crime

Fulfilling the sim's kleptomania-related whims

Resell stolen goods (optional)

Marry a criminal sim with the kleptomania trait

Reach level 10 in the crafting skill

Spend as much time with your children as you can.

Third Generation

Your parents have always been caring and loving to you, they have always showered you with attention, and you retain good memories with them, but you have never accepted the fact that they were actually criminals, which is why you want to redeem your family name by pursuing a career as a Detective, and always for this reason you have decided to "start over" with a nest egg that was left to you by your grandparents because you do not want to use the money earned illegally by your parents.

Rules:

Traits:

Good

Proper

Outgoing

Achieve level 10 of fitness skill

Reach level 10 of the logic skill

Reach the highest level of the detective career

Volunteer and organize charity events

Get a legacy of 15000 simoleons from your grandparents to "start over"

Fourth Generation

You always admired the sense of justice and duty that your parents passed on to you; they were always ready to lend a hand to those who needed it most!

When you became a child your parents decided to give you a puppy, and from that moment you understood your great love for animals.

Rules:

Traits:

Cat lover

Dog Lover

Vegetarian

Working in a veterinary clinic

Reach level 10 in the veterinary skill

Complete the animal-friendly aspiration

Own one or more animals

Owning a hamster ( optional )

Living in the country

Fifth Generation

You grew up in the open country and in a house full of animals, the naturalistic landscapes that surrounded you inspired you making you fall in love with painting and photography! As a teenager you spent your afternoons painting and photographing those natural landscapes,but country life has always been a bit of a squeeze for you, and now that you are a young adult you decide to leave your parents' home and move to a big city to try to break through in the field of photography to make your passion your job. In the meantime you devote your free time to studying for a degree in fine arts, in fact you never have time to cook healthy foods and end up eating only junk food!

Every weekend your parents come to visit you, always scolding you even though you have grown up: you can't eat junk food all the time!

Rules:

Traits:

Art lover

Creative

Ambitious

Achieve level 5 of the photography skill

Achieve level 10 of the painting skill

Taking up a Freelance career as a Photographer

Do not own any animals

Eat only "junk" food with the exception of meals cooked by your parents

Take a college degree in art (optional)

Sixth Generation

You practically lived your childhood in your parents' photography studio, you were always fascinated by the world of celebrities, and seeing your father/mother's photos published on the front page of fashion magazines made you realize that you want to see your face on the front page someday, and that's why you decide to pursue the complicated career of acting to make your way in the world of film.

Rules:

Traits:

Snob

Self-Absorbed

Noncommittal

Undertake extracurricular drama activities from an early age

Achieve level 10 in the charisma skill

Achieve level 10 in the acting skill

Reach the pinnacle of an acting career.

Hold events with fans

Hold charity events for fundraisers

Becoming a 5-star celebrity

Owning a house in the hills of Del Sol Valley

Not entering into lasting romantic relationships

Having only one child from a night of passion with a stranger/ a stranger

Marrying a fan before your child becomes a young adult

Never having much of a maternal/paternal spirit but still love your son/daughter

Seventh Generation

*Last Generation

You grew up in the spotlight because of your father/mother's career and now you are tired of luxury and popularity, so as soon as you become a young adult, you decide to leave Del Sol Valley and donate your entire inheritance to charity.

You will move to an eco-friendly lot in Evergreen Harbour, powered by solar panels and wind turbines!

You will devote your whole life to the world of recycling and fight for environmental protection every day in your own small way by helping to participate in neighborhood plan votes; you will pursue a career as a civil planner, keeping for yourself only a few simoleons (the bare minimum needed to live) giving the rest to charity.

Rules:

Traits:

Bro

Freegan

Maker

Maximizing the career of Civil Planner Urban Planning branch.

Live in a shipping container in Evergreen Harbour, NOT in the green district!

Reach level 10 in the fabrication skill

Reach level 10 in the effervescence skill

The container must have the off-grid trait (optional)

Furnish your home with sim-made furniture where possible

Activate for neighborhood action plans (recommended donating is loving)

Succeed in making a neighborhood green (optional)

Don't have children

#thesims4 #ts4 #ts4 legacy #legacy #glowupchallenge

[ganymedesbussy]

WIP: dog in the flat

Crowley was being followed, and he didn’t care for it one bit. He could feel eyes boring into his back, and he took a quick turn down a side street that turned out to be a blind alley — blast! — then turned to meet his pursuer. He let his glasses slip down, exposing the acid yellow of his eyes, and relaxed into a fighting stance. The presence was getting closer, he could feel it approaching the mouth of the alley.

“Show yourself!” he demanded with a sneer.

His pursuer was … considerably shorter than he’d assumed, and quite a bit less bipedal to boot. It was a scraggly, thin thing with a long face and wiry hair and sad, soulful eyes. It nosed at the bags of trash next to the overflowing dumpster, watching him warily, but approaching. It raised its head and sniffed at the air once, twice, before the ratty tail tucked between its legs twitched in the tiniest of wags.

It was a dog, and for some ungodly reason, it seemed to like him.

Crowley gaped, hands falling to his sides, as the beast came closer. It was close enough that he could have reached out and pet it, if he wanted, then close enough to start sniffing at his jacket. Nosing at the left pocket.

Ah. Of course. It didn’t actually like him, it was just hungry, and could smell the snacks he’d stashed in there for emergencies. A packet of Aziraphale’s favorite biscuits, a couple satchels of his favorite teas, breadcrumbs for the ducks, and a few perpetually-frozen mice for when the mood struck him. Which of those would be best for dogs? The mice, probably, but honestly he wasn’t in the mood to watch some mutt crunch on bloody gobbets in an alley right now, so biscuits it would be. He had more at home, could stop by and top up his stores when he was done with his walk.

He slipped one to the dog, making sure it wasn’t one of the ones with chocolate, and was surprised at how delicately it took it from his fingers. The wagging resurfaced, still a tentative thing, but stronger now. It ate the biscuit in moments and looked at him with hope. Oh, fuck. He was such a fucking sucker, he was. If Hell could see him now, caving to a literal pair of puppy dog eyes. He held out another biscuit, this time following it with a gentle hand over the dog’s head and down his neck, looking for any sort of collar that might be hidden in his matted fur. Nothing.

“Well, what are we going to do with you, eh? Can’t just leave you wandering about, who knows what you might get up to. Playing in traffic. Helping old ladies across the street. Inspiring other suckers to charity. Can’t have that, now can we?” He miracled up a collar and lead, and looked up the nearest animal shelter on his phone. While he was so distracted, a quick tongue darted into his hand, and it was suddenly empty of biscuits.

“You little shit!” He found himself laughing, as the dog tried to fit as many biscuits in its mouth at once as it could manage, almost choking itself on how quickly it was trying to eat. “Hey, hey now, not so fast, eh? Nobody’s taking them from you. You can take your time.”

He glanced at his phone again - the shelter was closed for the day. Maybe he’d just pick up a little something on his way home and take the dog by in the morning. Couldn’t hurt to have a little company in the flat for one night.

#writing #good omens #partial wip

[034463]

Maxiel fanfic rec

yes thats right you heard me a maxiel fanfic reclist because apparently im crazy and ive been reading so much maxiel tht i can make a reclist now. its all so very catered to my taste soooo have fun

1. With The Sun In Our Eyes by screwstyles | T, 36k

“A fake dating AU set in 2025: It’s bad enough that Max is outed by an ex in the middle of racing season, and then his team suggests he pretend to date Daniel to soften the blow. It’s as bad an idea as it sounds.”

a maxiel classic, theres just something about fake/pretend relation ship that just gets me. also a lot of miscommunication so heads up for that”

2. you pick me up and take me home again by wintrs | M, 28k

“It feels like a dream, seeing Daniel again after all these years. It's a second chance Max knows he doesn't deserve, and he isn't going to waste it.Or: Max isn't racing in 2027, although he couldn't tell you exactly why. But it isn't a big deal. He's fine.”

max deals with his feelings and also his past trauma. very very angsty.

3. Little Drops of Anguish by semperama | E, 45k

“After a crash in Baku 2021 leaves Max unable to race, he's left trying to figure out what to do with his life—and with Daniel, who doesn't seem to want to let him go.”

also like fic no 2 max cant race and must face the fact tht theres a life beyond racing and daniel showing him that.

4. well we can settle down by tiredtiredsharl | M, 24k

“Sometimes Daniel watches the tapes back and he thinks: shouldn’t I be jealous of this kid? Or: Max drives the way we all aspire. Or: Christ, I’m in the presence of someone who will go down in FIA history.He never says any of that. Because after he watches Max stumble through an interview with a journalist who quotes Toto, he realizes that the pressure is the last thing Max needs.Max is one bad race away from combusting. Or going into the wall again. And Daniel can’t handle either of those options. For reasons he can’t examine right now. Or ever.”

dont remember much of the plot except that i found myself finishing the ff at 6 am in the morning and the light were coming through my window. amazing shit

5. The Dog's Home by dm3rv | M 33k

“Max Verstappen liked dogs. Max Verstappen loved cats. The jury was still out on people.Max has spent years climbing the ranks at an Animal Welfare Charity, moving from volunteer to intern to Animal Care Manager. The dogs and cats he cares for are his life - if only he didn't have to spend so much of his time putting up with 'VIPs'; entitled celebrities and donors with image-based agendas. Daniel is going through an image and identity crisis after an uninspiring season with McLaren. Keen for an image overhaul, he gives his time to a local animal shelter. What he doesn't expect is the prickly Animal Care Manager who has been assigned to look after him. Animal Shelter AU.”

THE BEST! max vet au youre crazy and dog boy daniel scared of dogs? good content also dont forget to check out the side galex. also good shit.

6. The Drive Of Your Life by  littleprism | ?, 70k

“Daniel is a semi-known actor. Max just got his second WDC a few months ago. There was absolutely no reason for them to meet.

Until a fateful crash in testing changed that.”

b list actor danny and racer maxy playing in a movie together. theres some plot holes but if you dont really think about it its soo good. 

7. anything to get to the rush by kingsguarding | E, 18k

“It’s so stupid, that’s the thing.Every year, the World Champion gets to choose another driver to … celebrate with. It’s an old tradition, apparently. As old as the sport itself. Part of the prize of winning, part of your reward.Max has never understood it.”

the ff that made me realize im soo deep in maxiel lore that i will sink w this ship. basically two emotionally stunted boys doing emotionally stunted boys thing

8. MV33 by Whippasnappa | E, 14k

“Daniel finds out Max is on Grindr. He's curious. He's just going to download the app, just to see. Just to look at Max's profile. He's curious how Max picks up men, curious if Max puts his real face out there. He's definitely not going to message Max. He's definitely not going to do that. He messages Max.”

yeah.....

9. Happier than Ever (so why are you crying with blue-sky eyes) by Whippasnappa | E, 30k

“From the first time they met at RedBull, Max knew he never wanted to be without Daniel. A look through their relationship as Max tries (and fails) to keep his feelings for Daniel hidden, as Daniel leaves for Renault, then McLaren, as Max tries to hold himself together.”

it hurts but it hurts so good. retelling of their whole history

will be updated as i read more ff

#maxiel #333 #max verstappen #daniel ricciardo #fanfiction rec list #rec list #my rec list #to be updated as i read more

[thefantasygirl3]

DnD alignment chart but they are all weird and oddly specific characters

LG: Girl scout who has a concerning amount of money. Her parents move very frequently and she sells cookies in each new location, the profits of which is donated to charities. Parents love her, children hate her.

LN: Hall monitor type person in college who is a huge stickler for rules and WILL enforce the law to the full extent of the law. Regularly cock-blocks everyone from getting laid and can smell alcohol like a guard dog.

LE: A lawmaker who simply got the education and job so they could write laws to inconvenience or ruin the life of anyone they don't like.

NG: Some thug guy with a tsundere complex who beats the shit out of animal abusers and takes care of the abused animal.

N: Ben from nextdoor who invites you over for pie every other weekend. Has an attorney wife and an adult son who helps you whenever your car breaks. May be running an illegal gambling business in his basement, but you just eat the pie and bite your tongue.

NE: Karen.

CG: The local beloved supervillain who tries their best to be evil. But they accidentally just solve more problems than they can cause (i.e. That one proZD sketch).

CN: Some rando who runs around and leaves pictures of memes in people's mailboxes for seemingly no reason. Everyone tolerates it because they find it sort of funny.

CE: Grumpy old man who actively tries to break every law he can because "What are the police gonna do? Arrest someone on death's doorstep? I don't fear the reaper or the law."

#dnd memes #dnd meme #dnd alignments #alignment #alignment meme #alignment chart #oddly specific #random thoughts

[sebsxphia]

So I was rewatching The Vampire Diaries and I started at season 1, and they have this episode where they do a bikini car wash for charity.

All I can think of is the Navy for some reason holding a charity car wash and Poly!Squad just in awe at the bikini you chose to wear, then when your in the middle of washing a car someone dumped sudsy water on you and after seeing, Jake pulls Bradley aside and asks “How much longer do we have to stay because I just wanna rail her right now”

“You’re one to talk Bagman, I’ve been hard since we left the house”

And suddenly they get sprayed with a hose by Phoenix “Hey cool it horn-dogs, we all have to wait, so if I can keep it in my bikini bottoms so can you” she smiled and turns around and the boys see a hickey on her shoulder and immediately knew who it was from.

So they throw a wet rag at her yelling “hypocrite!”

HEE HEE

i love this idea sm with poly!squad!!!!!

after the wet rag is thrown at her, she turns back around to hose them down again. “you forget we get to share changing rooms, idiots.” both of them groan in-sync with jake yelling back, “no fair!”

after the car wash is done, the three pilots are waiting impatiently outside of the women’s changing room and showers, tapping their foots on the ground with bob pacing in the small corridor. he ends up loosing it entirely and banging on the door. they’ve seen everyone leave but you and natasha.

she opens the door with a grin, “sorry boys.” she steps to the side to allow you to come through first with a sharp smack to your ass. it jolts you and makes your already shaking legs give in and you fall into bob’s arms. he sees your dopey grin and purple hickies under your sweatshirt and gives natasha a look that can only be described as, “are you kidding me?”

jake slings his arm around natasha to pull her to the car. “right! she’s all ours when we get back. you’ve had your fair share today.”

thank you so so much for this dear anon!! 💌💖

#💌you’ve got mail #in this household we love poly!squad!!!! #poly!squad #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #robert bob floyd #natasha phoenix trace

[rucbarthatbowtiesarecooldw]

Sunday Morning Session

With Songs of Praise

Jeffrey R Holland

We don’t use the cross because the atonement is more important and we want to focus on the fact that He rose again

Because we are a restored church, the restored new testament church, we do not use the iconography that came about much later

The lives of our people must be the symbol of our faith

If any will come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me

The crosses we bear, rather than the one we wear

Lgbtq+ mention and not in the best way

J Annette Dennis 1st counselor relief society

Jack and his dog – how just how do you not notice that? – graphic injury warning

Nothing you do makes much of a difference if you do not have charity

We are commanded to love others, not judge them. Let’s lay down that heavy burden – it isn’t ours to carry.

“Who am I to judge another, when I walk imperfectly?”

Do not judge anyone for anything about themselves – race, culture, sexual orientation, gender, religion, etc.

Each person on this earth is a child of God, and He loves each one.

You Can Make the Pathway Bright

Gerrit W. Gong

Do you remember believing in happily ever after, or at least wanting to? And then we “grew up” (dude I don’t think I did though – kinda obsessed with retellings of fairytales lol)

We believe or want to believe that happy and forever are out there and possible

It is as part of Heavenly Fathers plan

It makes all the difference to know who our family are

1st we are offered the opportunity of resurrection

2nd we can repent through the atonement

3rd God knows and loves us perfectly

4th the Lord gives us divine opportunity to become like Him

5th a symmetry in repentance and forgiveness helps us to forgive others

However we may feel as we begin, we feel whole as we trust Him

Joseph W. Sitati

When we align ourselves with these eternal realities, we feel more peace and harmony in our lives

We find heavens sociality in each other

Story of Korihor

Prioritize the glory of God, not the glory of the world

How we come into this world is less important than who we are when we leave it

Humility before God is a foundational aspect for His disciples

Discipleship is not a burden but a joy

Love God above all things, and love others as you love yourself

When we focus on loving God and others, we understand better our own divine selves and learn how to love ourselves more

Learn to know and honor God and share His love with posterity – will bring great blessings.

We Thank The O God for a Prophet

Steven J. Lund

Talking about FSY

When immersed in the love of God and learning about Christ for a whole week, they don’t come back the same

Finding joy in this world of prophesied destruction without becoming part of the world and leaving behind the distractions of lesser things

After I leave, what do I do to remain strong? How can loving God turn into lasting discipleship

Keep doing at home what you have learned to do here

Your discipleship isn’t just a slogan on a t-shirt – it has become a true part of your life

You don’t have to wear the badge to bear His name

David A. Bednar

The story only conveys divine truth to the receiver as they seek to understand

The parable of the royal marriage feast – Matthew 22:1-14 is the parable, 15-22 is the pharisees response

We as guests are invited (commanded) to attend by the Lord

He gives us garments from His own wardrobe

Why aren’t you wearing what has been provided for you?

Do you have any reasonable excuse? Do not be put in a place where you remain speechless

We have God’s call, and our individual response to His call

We can choose to be chosen, through the righteous exercise of our own agency

Many are called but few are chosen – D&C 121: 34-36

The things of the world are a short-term preoccupation – especially when you consider the eternity of God’s timing in the gospel

How Great the Wisdom and the Love

President Russell M. Nelson

Experiencing the love of them is vital

Many things are coming in these coming days

Where do you find rest in the Savior?

Matthew 11: 28-30

John 16: 33

Because He overcame the world for each of us, we can overcome our own selves

Despite the destractions and distortions that swirl around us, you can find rest, meaning peace

What does it mean to overcome the world?

Overcoming the temptation to care more about things of this world than things of God

Trusting the doctrines of Christ more than the philosophies of men

Does not mean becoming perfect, or that your problems will go away, or that you won’t make mistakes

But your resistance to sin will increase, and your heart will soften as your faith in Jesus Christ increases

How do we do it?

The natural man is an enemy to God – Mosiah 3:19

Anytime you do things that people of the world wouldn’t do you are overcoming the world

Living the doctrine of Christ and creating spiritual momentum

While the world insists certain things bring happiness, they do not! They cannot! They are a hallow substitute. It is exhausting to seek happiness where you can never find it!

Christ has the power to lift you above this world

How does overcoming the world bless our lives?

Entering into a covenant relationship with God binds us to Him, in a way that makes everything about life easier

There is still opposition

You have access to His strength and redeeming power

Take charge of your own testimony, work for it, nurture it, feed it truth. Do not fill it with philosophies of men

Watch for miracles

How does the temple teach you to rise above this fallen world?

Choose Jesus Christ over the world

Letting God prevail in your life = greater peace, confidence, joy, and rest

Ended with blessings for us

Let Us All Press On

#ldsconf #tumblrstake #general conference #genconf #church of jesus christ of latter day saints #sunday morning session notes #reminder that I will be in person for sunday afternoon and notes will take a while

[chenziee]

For Better or Worse

Second of the two pieces I did for the charity @opwarlordzine!! Leftover sales are open right now, so do check it out for more shichibukai content :D

This one is quite short but I love how it came out :) It's a companion piece to the Doffy-centric piece I did for the zine (because I obviously do not write enough Law on the regular <3)

[ Read on AO3 ]

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A hundred pirates, a hundred bodies, a hundred beating hearts.

A single box, a boring port, a screaming crowd.

It was almost laughable how easy becoming the World Government’s dog was—if it was even right to call them that. After all, none of the pirates donning the title of Warlord were doing it out of the goodness of their hearts; they all wanted something, something only the Government could give them.

Even Bartholomew Kuma, the so-called 'Loyal Puppy', had to be driven by an ulterior motive. It was simple logic; after all, what kind of pirate would bend over backwards for the Government? They didn’t follow the law. They didn’t follow orders. If they did, there was always a reason.

Peace and quiet. A throne to sit on. The key to the Gates of Justice. Information.

And Trafalgar Law was no exception.

“Captain, we’re getting close to the island.”

Slowly opening his eyes, Law gazed up at the ceiling above his bed on the Polar Tang. He wondered… when would he get to sleep in his own room again?

There was a timid, uncertain knock on his door before his first mate called out to him again, “Captain?”

“I’ll be right there.” Law heaved a deep sigh before he finally got up. 

He grabbed his hat from the nightstand, placing it on his head carefully and pulling it low over his eyes. Next, he grabbed his coat—heavy and too warm for the tiny submarine—and threw it over his shoulders before his fingers closed around Kikoku’s scabbard. The lacquered wood was smooth and cold to the touch; always cold, always hungry for something, yet somehow… 

The cursed blade brought Law comfort.

He closed his eyes momentarily, then took a deep breath. He held it in for a second before slowly, slowly… he let it out. 

He felt his heartbeat slow down, his swirling thoughts coming to a stop.

This was it.

Resting Kikoku against his shoulder, Law turned around and walked out of his room, not looking back.

“Prepare to surface,” he ordered as soon as he walked into the control room. “Bepo, how long until we reach the shore?”

“About ten minutes, Captain!” Bepo replied immediately.

“Good.” Law nodded, turning to Penguin who was manning the periscope. “Anything going on out there?”

Penguin hummed thoughtfully as he moved around to see as much of the outside as he could. “Nothing. Just a lot of icebergs and a fucking volcano going off somewhere.”

“Wonderful.” Law groaned. This island was going to be a real bitch.

Ignoring Bepo's intent gaze—the mink no doubt begging Law in his mind to change his plans while he could—Law focused on the motions of the submarine surfacing as he prepared to disembark. It wouldn’t be long now; despite what Bepo thought, the gears were already in motion and there was no stopping it.

—————

Kikoku on his shoulder, Law stepped out of the submarine, taking in the frozen landscape. The admirals really did a number on this place.

But that was what made it perfect.

Right under the Government’s nose, yet hidden. State-of-the-art equipment in top condition, yet abandoned. Everyone knew about it, yet no one would look.

Perfect for the black market, perfect for Caesar Clown, perfect for Joker.

Perfect for Law.

“Captain, are you really going?” Shachi asked uncertainly as he handed Law his bag.

“Yes,” Law sighed. He’d lost count how many times he had answered that question just in the past ten minutes. “You guys head to Zou immediately. No loitering around, understand?” He glared at his crew one by one until he saw each of them deflate, all arguments leaving them.

“Aye aye, sir,” they all echoed, their voices painfully dejected.

Law huffed, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards as a smile threatened to take over his face. Of course they were planning on staying within reach. Idiots…

He really hoped they would get to the elephant quickly and safely.

He nodded at Bepo one last time before he finally turned around, creating a Room—

“See you soon.”

As he switched places with some snow from the island’s ground, Law couldn’t help but wonder whether his final words to the crew weren’t a lie. Would he ever see them again?

He supposed it didn’t matter now.

The moment he placed the first heart out of one hundred into the box, it was already too late. Everything he did past that point, the title of Warlord… it was all for a single goal.

To make Cora-san’s dream come true. To avenge his death.

Snow crunching under his feet, Law took his first step on Punk Hazard’s soil.

A single step, a single goal, a single death.

Soon, everything would be over.

For better or worse.

#one piece #trafalgar law #trafalgar d water law #heart pirates #doffy & law #trafalgar law centric #character study #pre-punk hazard #drabble #shichibukai zine #zine stuff #katie pretends to fic #i wrote this whole thing in like an hour #i was possessed #what can i say #anything for the love of my life #zines

[simiansmoke]

@citizensofeggton cont.

His expression is flat at her reminder that he'd gone tunnel vision away from his task at hand, albeit seasoned grumpy with an occasional twist of features thanks to a flurry of small hands occasionally grabbing and pulling at whatever could be grabbed, patted and slapped on his face. Kong children weren't exactly docile...especially not when promised ice cream. "Yeah, weeeell...what kinda warrior would I be if I backed down from every little altercation? I'm not a PACIFIST, oh-kayyy? I'm a pass-a-fist-on kinda dude."

"FIST PASS-" Screamed a child near his lower back. His fur flinching is indicative of the kid's knuckles bopping his spine...plus the chorus of any other rider that wanted to participate in the 'fist pass', which seemed to be a sort of game if not invented and taught to them by DK, then was a Kong staple when it came to playing rough. Either or, a couple of kiddie punches has him shaking himself out slightly afterwards, which gives the kids riding the DK bus a reason to scream in delight because he pulls no punches either and actively tries to wag them off like a dog with wet, flea-infested fur.

The straggler seemed to be having fun regardless of catching the tail, giving a few desperate swats before spinning around in a circle mid-walk and with a dizzy giggle - kept swatting more and more inefficiently the dizzier they got themselves.

"...well for your sake, I hope so. At this age, they could deeeefinitely tear it off." Whether that's true or not, the look on his face is clear that he wants to mess with her. And verbally is the only way now that he's scooping up smaller Kongs that are spilling off him as his walks like water, and sliding them back onto the 'bus' in a motion so practiced it was like he was just fixing his hair as usual. One got away from him and darted ahead to happily bop up at a low-hanging power-up block, managing to hit out a growshroom.

"Kid-don't-!" But it was like trying to convince a starving animal (currently starving for ice cream) to ignore the first food it came across. After biting into the shroom viciously, the runt of the bunch grew...to about a size or two under DK. Nothing major, really-...until she rejoined her peers on his back, which caused him to sink a bit LOW into his knuckles as he crawled forward with a huff and puff. "Y'know...I'm...startin' to think...the power-ups in a vendor is-...the way t'go!" Teeth gritting, he pauses to take a shuddering breath.

"Ugh. Let's just call it charity work. Our uh...education system isn't so solid. But I mean...you can't expect a strong and highly energetic group like us to do well without a little time in the day to collectively lose our minds, sooo ~ I help out where I can. Dad sends a guardsman sometimes too. Those dudes can take all the biting and clawing-"

As the straggler continues their game of catch the tail or spin 25 times in place, they don't seem to notice how close to the edge of the dock they're spinning until they lose one leg over the side and drop, chest and arms slamming against the dockside with while shocked fingers dig in and scratch the wood frantically. The water below might be shallow, but all the colorful coral beds would surely leave anyone taking a walk down there a nasty cut or two.

The movement of the struggle eventually catches the corner of the Kong prince's eye and he quickly forces himself up under the new weight holding him down, prepared to bolt over as soon as he caught his balance so as to not overcalculate a rough rush over that might send them all toppling over the edge in his haste. "Crap!"

#//dk chaotically babysitting is a vibe #//also if there's ever a beach day funky gotta be on life guard duty #//cuz dk ain't about to save anyone drowning as in he'd try but just drown too lol #citizensofeggton #long post