#i know there's gifs of this promo somewhere in here but i just think he's so cringefail (affectionate) here and deserves some more :)

[pepsi-phil]

FIP September 24, 2004 / CM Punk vs. Vordell Walker

#i know there's gifs of this promo somewhere in here but i just think he's so cringefail (affectionate) here and deserves some more :) #cm punk #fip #our gifs

[dilemmaontwolegs]

It Started With A... || CarLandOscar

Summary: Whoever thought love was limited to one person was an idiot. Love had no limits and you knew that better than most when a rookie found himself carving out a third of your heart. Warnings: established relationships, fluff, angst, pining. WC: 7.5k

It started with a smile. It was stiff and polite and made you pity the rookie who was being introduced to everyone so fast he would surely forget their names. 

“It took me a few months, but you’ll figure out who is who,” you encouraged him as the welcome committee went back to work in the factory and Oscar looked for guidance on where he was meant to go next. 

“I hope so. I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name,” he admitted sheepishly. “Are you in the PR team?”

You looked down at your black skirt and white blouse and thought you probably did look like someone from PR or legal. “Contrary to belief, I am actually what people would call a PR nightmare,” you said as you held your hand out. “Y/N Y/L/N, Lando’s girlfriend.”

“It's nice to meet you. I suppose I’ll see you around here a lot then.”

You smiled ruefully and shook your head. “I’m studying at Royal Holloway but we wanted to be here for your first day so we stopped by.”

You looked around for Lando and found him returning from the cafeteria with a takeaway coffee cup in his hand. “I wondered where you went,” you teased as you happily accepted the hot drink and the kiss he placed on your cheek. 

“Figured you needed this, love. I kept you up pretty late for a school night.” Lando nudged Oscar and winked. 

The Australian’s ears turned pink and you rolled your eyes at your boyfriend's humour. “He was steaming until some ridiculous hour this morning. You’ll probably find him crashed out on a couch somewhere this afternoon while I will be struggling through lab tech.”

“You’re the smartest person I know, I don’t think you even need to go to class.” Lando tipped your chin back, giving you a deep kiss without care that his new teammate was watching the interaction. “We should go, love, don’t want to make you late again. You want to come for a ride too?”

“Shouldn’t I go inside?” Oscar asked as he looked to the double doors that led into the employee only section.

“They want us to do a few icebreaker promo vids to get to know each other so you’ll just be waiting around for me to get back anyway.”

“You should probably get used to that, he likes to keep people waiting,” you joked. 

“When have I ever kept you waiting?”

“I’m still waiting for a win.”

Lando chuckled and playfully swatted your ass. “I’m working on that. Hard.”

You cupped his cheek and ran the pad of your thumb over his pouting bottom lip. “I know you are, baby, and it’s gonna come.”

Oscar cleared his throat and jutted a thumb over his shoulder. “I can just go wait inside.”

“Nah, come on,” Lando said as he grabbed his keys from his pockets. “You should see where her classes are in case there's an emergency.”

You frowned in confusion. “An emergency?”

“Yeah, like if I’m running late.” Lando draped an arm over your shoulder and led the way to the handful of reserved parking spots near the front door. “It’s only 15 minutes down the road.”

Lando opened the passenger door to his Range Rover and you glanced at Oscar who just smiled and opened the back door. “I’m okay back here,” he said as he climbed in. You settled into your usual seat but adjusted it to give Oscar’s longer legs some extra room. 

The drive took a little longer with the tail end of rush hour traffic but it seemed to pass quickly with Lando and Oscar making small talk. You could almost feel Lando’s excitement vibrating off him when he spoke about the upcoming season while Oscar was far more reserved. You quickly understood that he was merely the quiet type, not that he wasn’t excited. 

“You should come over for dinner,” Lando said, one hand resting on your thigh while the other steered. “I’m heading back to Monaco this afternoon but I’ll be back for the weekend.”

He squeezed your leg when he caught your eyes dropping down at the reminder. “It’s only a few days, love.”

“I know, doesn’t stop me from missing you.”

Oscar tried to turn his attention to the scenery out the window, feeling intrusive in the intimate moment, but Lando caught his eyes as they glanced over you. “Oscar could keep you company. Maybe you could show him around Surrey?”

Oscar’s eyes widened as if he had been caught red handed and his cheeks flamed again. “I, uh, sure, I mean, you’re probably busy studying though.”

“I can make time. I actually get through it a lot quicker without this distraction in the house. Who would have thought?”

Lando gasped, “Me, a distraction?”

“Mhmm, you always need attention, baby. But that’s okay, I still love you.”

“Good to know.” Lando dropped a lopsided grin and winked before pulling up to the front of the Science Block. “I love you too, and don’t forget Carlos is picking you up this afternoon.” 

You leaned across the gearbox and kissed Lando farewell before turning to Oscar. “It was really lovely to meet you.”

“You too. Should I get your phone number?”

“Asking for my girlfriend’s number in front of me,” Lando scoffed. “Mate, that’s fucking rude.”

You slapped Lando’s arm and he burst out laughing. “You should have seen your face. Classic.”

You smiled apologetically to the Aussie. “I’ll put it in your phone,” you offered as you held out your hand for the device. You quickly entered the number and hit the green icon until your phone rang in your pocket before taking a selfie and adding it to the contact. “There, now you’ll remember who the name belongs to.”

“Thanks,” he chuckled, taking the phone back. “I would’ve just put ‘Lando’s Missus’.”

“I like that, you can still update it,” Lando chuckled. “It’s a good title.”

“One I’m still waiting for,” you said as you waved your empty ring finger. The movement drew your attention to the watch on your wrist and you swore as you saw class was about to begin. “Bye, baby, have a safe flight.”

You bundled up your bag but when you reached for the door it was already opening and you gave Oscar a quick hug as you stepped out. “Bye, Osc.”

Half the students had disappeared into the halls and you speed walked up to the heritage building where you would spend the first half of your day.

Lando watched you walk away while Oscar took the front seat. “You’ve done something right,” he commented as he put the SUV in reverse, “it took me two weeks to get a nickname.”

A dark blue Ferrari was surrounded by dozens of students when you left your last class and you cradled your textbooks tighter, prepared to bustle your way in. Carlos had been keeping an eye out and was quick to spot you leaving the building. He moved assertively through the crowd and met you at the edge of the circle so he could use his body to shield you. 

“Nice and inconspicuous,” you teased him when you were safely deposited into the passenger seat.

“Sorry, hermosa, the flight was delayed. I didn’t have time to go home and switch cars.” He drove slowly as the last of the fans moved aside and tried to peer through the tinted glass. “How was school?”

“I didn’t fall asleep, so there’s that,” you said with a yawn and felt Carlos’ hand close around yours as you closed your eyes. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” Carlos lifted your hand to his lips and kissed your knuckles before resting them on his lap. “Lando said you made a new friend.”

You smiled and opened your eyes to see Carlos glancing across the car as he sped along the highway home. “You two are the worst gossips. Oscar’s nice. I think they will get along well as teammates.”

“Better than me?”

“No one could beat you and Lando as teammates, baby, that was pure magic.” You rubbed soothingly along his thigh to reassure him. “I don’t know if he will get more vocal as he gets comfortable but I get the feeling Oscar is just a quiet person. He’s very different from Lando, and you and Daniel, which could be a good thing.”

Carlos chuckled to himself. “It sounds like you have spent a lot of time thinking about him.”

“There may have been moments,” you admitted. “But there was someone I thought about a lot more.”

A wicked grin grew and Carlos’s hand drew yours higher up his leg as he turned onto the narrow lane that led to the private property Lando had bought. Set halfway between the McLaren factory and your university, it was the idyllic spot to live and Carlos could fly in from the Ferrari HQ in Maranello whenever he had free time, or, when Lando didn’t want to leave you on your own. 

“And who exactly did you think about?” Carlos asked as the front gates opened. “Was he handsome?”

“Very, very handsome, with dark hair and a sexy accent. And he’s so fucking fit, I could break my teeth on his abs,” you hummed happily as the car pulled into one of the few spaces left in the large garage. “I could go on and on about him. Charles is just-”

“Cha-“ Carlos’ foot fell heavy on the brake and the car jutted to a sharp stop. “Charles!”

Your giggle filled the empty car as Carlos ran around the front and opened your door. The world tipped over as he grabbed you out of the seat and tossed you over his shoulder, swatting your ass as he marched you into the house. 

“I’m sorry, I was joking,” you spluttered between laughing and gasping as he spanked you again. “I was thinking about you, doing something surprisingly similar to this actually, just less clothes.”

The world spun again as he tossed you on the bed and caged you beneath his body, his bottom lip pushed out in a pout. “You hurt my feelings, mi amor.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist and combed a hand through his thick dark hair that had grown in the week he had been gone. “Then let me make it better.”  

It started with a text, asking if you had any recommendations for the local takeaways. It was Oscar’s cheat day and you were feeling like you could use a little pick me up of greasy food so you offered to show him your favourite spot. Carlos had been called away a day earlier than planned so you had the whole house to yourself and its grand size always seemed scary on your own. 

The buzzer from the gates sounded and you hit the remote button to open it after, swearing as you realised you lost track of time. Open textbooks covered the kitchen table and highlighters were strewn amongst them as you tried to colour code the notes you had made on post-its. It was a mess, but it was too late to clean up as Oscar knocked on the front door.

“I promise I didn’t forget you were coming, I just thought I had time to finish my homework first,” you said as you opened the door and waved him in. You looked down at the grey sweatpants that came from Carlos’ drawer and the hoodie that came from Lando’s, not quite what you had planned to wear into town. “Obviously, I thought wrong. Make yourself comfortable, I’ll just get changed real quick.”

“You don’t have to get dressed up,” he said as he took his shoes off and closed the door behind him. “I’d rather you be comfortable.”

You smiled at the sincerity and gave him a quick hug, inhaling the musky cologne that clung to his shirt. “You’re sweet, Osc, but you’re a rookie and it shows.”

He frowned as you pulled away and started to head to the stairs for the second floor where the bedrooms were. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You paused at the bottom step and looked over your shoulder. “You’ll see in an hour.”

The chicken shop had been almost empty when you entered before the dinner rush but there was a crowd growing outside. You were used to having cameras pointed your way after publicly dating Lando for over two years, but Oscar had only shot to fame in the last month when his infamous tweet aired on Drive to Survive. He hadn’t been known outside of the smaller F2 circle but now he was a household name. 

“I see what you mean,” he said as he did his best to ignore the people knocking on the glass. 

“You get used to it, eventually.” You popped a hot chip in your mouth and chewed it while you watched him, a small frown tugging his brows together. “The trick is deciding early on what your position is.”

“What position?”

“With the fans, the paparazzi, all of it.” You glanced at the window and waved. “When we started dating, Lando tried to protect me from them and hide our relationship but they were like sharks after blood. We found we had more privacy if we acknowledged them, then they just moved on.”

You didn’t try hiding with Carlos so no one ever dug too deep into it. Everyone just assumed you were close friends given how close Lando and him were too. It was easier for everyone to believe you were just friends.

Oscar turned to the glass window and forced a smile before waving to the children. Cameras flashed as the fans got the face shots they wanted and then they dispersed back about their day, with the exception of a few stragglers. “Huh. Are you sure you’re not in PR?”

“I’m sure,” you said with a smirk. You weren’t joking when you said you were a PR nightmare - if the world found out about the unorthodox relationship between you, Lando and Carlos it would be. “I have just been through it all before so I can be your personal guide.”

“Thank you.”

You pushed the leftover plate of fries his way knowing he was probably like every other driver who had the ability to consume three times their weight in carbs on a cheat day. “You can thank me with another dinner date, it beats going cross-eyed studying.”

“I’m not sure your boyfriend would appreciate that,” he said as he dragged the plate of fries closer and finished the last of them.

“Lando appreciated what makes me happy, and he’s secure enough to trust what we have isn’t going anywhere.” 

The idea was foreign to him and you could see the doubt he had about it, but he settled instead for a polite, “That must be nice.”

“Your PR team is going to love you,” you chuckled as you grabbed your wallet to pay. “A driver who actually keeps his thoughts to himself, that’s a rarity.”

Oscar’s long legs quickly overtook you and he had some cash out ready. “I invited you,” he said with a stern look that caught you by surprise. “I’m paying.”

Raising your hands in defeat, you smirked and slipped your wallet back into your handbag. “Yes, sir.”

You watched his eyes linger on your lips before he shook his head of the wayward thought and led the way out of the store. “So what do you usually do when Lando is in Monaco?”

“Carlos usually comes and keeps me company, or I just study. Not exactly the epitome of excitement but it’s my last year and then I’ll go to Monaco too.”

Oscar quietly accepted the knowledge without questioning it, though you could see them swirling in his eyes. He wanted to know about Carlos but he was too polite to ask, or maybe he knew it wasn’t something you could answer. “Well, you have my number so if you get sick of studying you can always call me.”

"You can call me too, Osc.”

Term break arrived with as much turbulence as the plane you took to Austria. On one hand you were excited to be able to travel to a few races but on the other you nervously awaited two assessment results and continuously checked your phone for updates until Carlos locked it in the hotel safe. “You can get it back when you promise to relax.” 

“I won’t relax until I know what I got,” you argued but between him and Lando they distracted you well enough, for a while at least.

“We need to get going,” Lando reluctantly said as he climbed out of bed and tried to restore some control over his mussed hair. “You can have your phone back, but just so we can contact you, not so that you can worry about your damn exams.”

Carlos laughed as he unlocked the safe that also had your passports and valuables stored. “I’m sure she will listen to you,” he said as he handed the phone over and saw the unread text messages from Oscar light up the screen. “Though maybe she won’t have time to check her emails now.”

The two managed to shower in a matter of seconds before they reappeared and sorted through the pile of clothes on the floor, tossing red one way and papaya the other. 

“Is Oscar on his way?” Lando asked when he was dressed and ready to go to the track. 

“He’s already there,” you replied, barely looking up from the messages that were coming in rapidfire succession except to kiss Lando goodbye. “And he said you’re going to be late again if you don’t hurry up.”

“I was on time yesterday,” Lando grumbled, pulling his shoes on as he hopped to the door. “I just looked late because I was the last to arrive.”

“Better than coming too soon,” Carlos joked as he leant down to give you a kiss too. “See you later, mi amor.”

You arrived at the track just before the driver’s parade began, when everyone was too busy making their way to the grandstands so the paddock was much easier to navigate. The results had been posted and a smile had been plastered on your face since seeing the grade, but you wanted to tell Lando and Carlos in person. 

“Hey, you’re actually here.” The aussie twang greeted your ears before you turned and found Oscar opening his door opposite Lando’s. “I was starting to believe you were a figment of my imagination.”

Oscar opened his arms and you stepped into the hug you were pretty sure you had trained him into expecting every time you met. He was already in his fireproof skins and they hugged every inch of his torso so you could feel the muscle that lay beneath. 

“I got in last night,” you said as you brushed a hand through his soft hair and giggled when it flopped back over his forehead. “How has your week been?”

“I’m pretty sure you know almost everything that’s happened.” Referring to the hundreds of texts that were religiously exchanged. 

“It’s not the same without seeing your face, I can’t tell if you’re lying or not.”

He tucked your head back into his collar and held you a little tighter. “I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“You would if you thought it was protecting me.”

He didn’t have a response for that, at least not before Lando’s door opened and he leaned against the panel with an amused look on his face. 

“Are we celebrating or commiserating, love?”

You had completely forgotten why you had come to the building and a bright smile lit up your face as you bounced on the balls of your feet. “A+, baby.”

“Knew you could do it!” Lando wrapped his arms around you and, incidentally, Oscar too. “Fuck the diet, we are going out tonight.”

You looked up at Oscar. “You’ll come too right?”

“Of course he’s coming,” Lando answered with a wink. “Gotta thank the guy that looks after my girl when I’m away. She would never get her nose out of a book if you didn’t take her out.”

You had quickly learned that it didn’t take much to make Oscar blush and Lando loved to make it happen. 

“It’s no problem,” Oscar murmured as he scratched his heated neck. 

Oscar understood more than anyone why there were always rumours about Carlos. Every time pictures were snapped of you and the Spaniard, or all three of you, the gossip began anew. After spending quite a bit of time with you over the last six months he had his own fair share of rumours but he knew nothing had happened with you. It was hard not to gravitate closer to you or to hug you at any given chance - there was a magnetism he couldn’t explain and he didn’t want to fight it. 

“You saved me from total starvation on numerous occasions,” you praised, rising on your toes to kiss his pink cheek. “My hero.”

Oscar’s face grew another shade deeper and he tried to change his racing thoughts to something other than the feel of your lips. It was impossible, he was too far gone and was helpless to his own feelings that wanted more than you could offer. He couldn’t even look at Lando after the betrayal he had just imagined doing. That was his teammate and you were his boyfriend.

“I’m going to head to the garage,” he choked as he took a step back and grabbed his balaclava from his room. He could feel your eyes in him as he left and when he reached the end of the corridor he turned with a frown as he realised he had missed something. “Congratulations on the grade, you deserve it after the effort you put in.”

Those eyes he had come to love in the last six months softened and you smiled. “Thank you, Osc. Good luck out there.”

It started with a kiss. While Lando and Carlos were celebrating the points they had earned, you were keeping Oscar’s glass full as he stewed in his mind over what he could have done better. You could almost see the calculations running through his head as he swirled the amber liquid in his glass and it was like he couldn’t even hear the music in the nightclub. 

“If you don’t drink that I will, and you don’t want to see what happens to me when I have whisky,” you warned him. 

He looked at the glass and sighed, putting it down. “I think I should just call it a night. You should go have fun with them.” You followed his sight to Carlos and Lando jumping with the crowd, Lando’s mouth moving with the words and Carlos’ arm draped over his shoulder.

“They can keep each other company, I want to be here with you.” You took his glass and lifted it to your lips. “Last warning…” The liquor burned down your throat and you rushed to take a gulp of your fruity cocktail to wash away the taste before a shiver rolled down your spine. “Oh god, how can you drink that?”

You poured another glass from the bottle on the table and held it out until he took it with a small laugh. “It’s meant to be sipped, not shot,” he clarified before drinking a small amount.

The whisky hit your stomach and you felt warmth spread across your skin. The bar menu suddenly became a necessity and you fanned your face with the cardboard as the flush reached your hairline. “We should dance.”

“I, I’m not a good dancer,” he said, looking concerned at the idea.

“No one is good at dancing,” you pointed out, the crowd basically just jumping to the beat or moving side to side. “Just follow my lead.”

He accepted your hand and you grinned triumphantly as you towed him to the dancefloor before turning and stepping closer to his body. Your hands came to rest on his chest and you swayed your hips to the beat before realising he really did need to be led because his hands were still limp at his sides. 

“You can touch me,” you teased as you grabbed his hands and put them on your hips. “Just relax and feel the rhythm.”

Oscar’s fingers flexed when he felt you start moving again, your body brushing against his, and he released a shuddering breath when you turned in his arms and tipped your head back on his shoulder to look up at him. 

“You okay?” you asked as you watched his blue eyes darken in the laser lights.

“You’re beautiful.”

You turned to face him with one of those smiles of pure joy that always made his day better and he forgot about his poor race result. He could hardly breathe when your hands roamed his body, climbing the thick column of his neck to rest on his racing pulse. He was pretty sure he was going to pass out when you rose on your tiptoes, eyes closed and lips pursed to give him one of those sweet kisses on his cheek.

Someone knocked into him and he turned to growl a warning but then your lips were there, pressed to his lips and he lost the words. Time slowed to the space between one heartbeat and the next as he savoured the sweet taste of your drink, unable to stop himself from taking a little more. 

You had kissed his cheek enough times to memorise the feel of them and knew it was not what you were kissing. A soft gasp slipped past when his tongue parted your lips and your fingers found themselves tangled in his hair, tugging him closer as your body yearned for more.

“Uh-oh, someone’s had a bit of frisky whisky,” Lando purred in your ear.

Oscar startled back and wiped his lips that were the same shade as your lipstick. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, it was an accident. Someone pushed me,” he stammered as he looked around but had no idea who had barged into him when there were hundreds of people in the club.

“Relax, mate,” Lando said with a laugh, clapping him on the shoulder. You cozied into Lando’s arm and tried to process what had happened while your lips tingled from the kiss and your heart fluttered. “It’s the whisky.”

You wanted to tell him the whisky hadn’t kicked in yet but kept quiet as Oscar exhaled in relief. Hiding your face in the crook of Lando’s neck, you screwed your eyes shut and pushed away the image that told you he had regretted the kiss. The knowledge settled in your gut that twisted and turned and you gripped Lando’s shirt harder at the rejection. 

“Can we go?” you begged quietly. “Please?” 

Lando kissed your forehead and nodded. “Okay, love, let me just tell Carlos.”

Your hands were left empty as Lando darted back into the melee to find Carlos who would probably stay until the club shut down. For the first time since meeting him you felt awkward in Oscar’s presence knowing you had made him uncomfortable. You didn’t know what to say and it was clear he didn’t either as he buried his hands in the pockets of his jeans. 

“I’m sorry,” you mouthed as you took a step away, hoping the crowd would swallow you whole.

When you woke the next morning for a moment you could pretend it was some strange dream, or nightmare, until Lando blinked his sleep eyes open and pulled you into his arms. “Good morning, beautiful.” The timbre of his voice when he was just waking could always bring a smile to your face but your lips merely wobbled and he sat up concerned. “What’s wrong?”

“I fucked up, with Oscar.”

“Baby, it was just a kiss and you were both drunk, I’m sure he’s probably already forgotten about it.”

The thought that he could forget something that to you was so profound only compounded the ache in your chest. You didn’t want him to forget, you didn’t want him to regret, and you voiced as much to Lando as you cried in his arms.

“Sweetheart,” Lando murmured softly as he wiped away your tears. “I think this is a conversation we should have with Carlos.”

“It doesn’t matter,” you grumbled, tearing yourself from his embrace. “It wouldn’t work out anyway.”

Lando got up and followed you to the bathroom as you turned the shower onto the hottest setting. “Why wouldn’t it work?”

“You and Carlos are best friends, and while you are always close to your teammates I know he doesn’t have the same interest in Oscar.” You stepped under the cascade and welcomed the burning heat that rained down. “I don’t want to lose what we have by wanting more.”

You didn’t hear Lando leave as the steam fogged up the glass and you let your head fall against the cold tile wall. He left you to your thoughts and gave you the space needed to reconcile your feelings to the past.

It started with a phone call. The urge had woken you from a deep sleep and you couldn’t shake the need to reach for your phone and dial the number you knew by heart. It had been a good weekend for the McLaren team with double podiums both in the Sprint and Grand Prix. The two third place caps were hung on the post of the bed as testament to the productive weekend but Lando had gone to bed deflated. 

Oscar had won his maiden race before him. A rookie had done what he had waited years for, what he still waited for. 

“Hello?”

You had assumed the call would go to voicemail after ringing for so long so you weren’t prepared to hear Oscar’s sleepy voice in your ear.

“Hey, sorry to wake you.”

“It’s okay, is everything alright?”

You swallowed and shook your head before remembering he couldn’t see. “I just wanted to say congratulations, I thought you would still be out celebrating.”

“There’s no one to go celebrating with,” he said so quietly you wondered if it was even meant to be said out loud. 

“I’m sorry.” You weren’t sure what for exactly but you felt the need to say it anyway. It was about the only thing you had said to him in weeks. “I should let you get back to sleep.”

“It’s, uh, it’s good to hear your voice,” he admitted and you a little bit of the weight on your shoulders eased as you realised whatever you had wasn’t completely ruined.

“You too, Osc. Good night.”

“Night.”

It was naive to think that one phone call could repair the divide that had chasmed between you because when you returned home for your last semester you still felt his absence everywhere. There were no daily text messages, or invitations to dinner, no sudden appearances as you left class. He was a memory that haunted you and it was always worse when both Lando and Carlos were away.

Four Months Later

It started with a bouquet. The small card was almost lost in the overflowing explosion of blossoms that left a sweet scent in the air but when you flipped it over your heart skipped a beat. Congratulations, OP x 

You were still smiling just as brightly an hour later when you arrived at the graduation ceremony to receive your Honours degree. You had kept the bouquet with you and inhaled the fresh scent as you waited for your name to be called. A loud cheer erupted from the rows where Lando, Carlos, your friends and family sat but it was the lonely cheer at the back of the hall that caught your attention. 

Unfortunately it may have been a hopeful hallucination as you didn’t see him again after that or at the celebration Lando threw for you at home.

“Pack your bags, baby, it’s time for Monaco!” Lando engulfed you in a hug and spun you around so your ceremonial robes billowed out and you clutched your cap to keep it from flying off. “I’m so selfish, I can’t wait to wake up to you every fucking day.”

Another set of arms tugged you away and you fell into Carlos’ embrace. “I’m so proud of you, hermosa.”

You were practically a marionette the way you were passed from one person to the next until finally the bottles of champagne ran dry and the party came to an end. You collapsed onto your bed with a giddy laugh that the long journey was finally over and you toed your heels off, letting them fall to the floor. 

“You can’t sleep in your dress, amor,” Carlos chuckled as he walked into the room with Lando after locking the house up. 

“Then you will have to undress me,” you teased with a beckoning finger that faltered when you saw Lando had the bouquet in a vase that he had found downstairs and he placed it on the bedside drawers beside your phone. “I saw him.”

“I know,” Lando said as he straightened the card among the roses. “I invited him.”

“Thank you.”

The next bouquet was one that you sent to him on his birthday. He barely kept the flowers alive for a week but he did keep the card that was attached. The two little xx’s you signed off with were almost faded from how often he traced his thumb over them before slipping it back into his wallet. He was no longer a rookie but he found this season harder to bear without your companionship and he wished he could somehow fix what he broke.

The problem was that he couldn’t settle for just your friendship anymore so he had to keep his distance instead. He had tasted your lips and nothing less could sate the addiction that had festered in the absence of another hit.

Miami was torturous for Oscar. The car was running great and his qualifying was great, but after five rounds of racing he was still stunned every time he watched you enter the paddock. At least in China the weather was horrible so you were bundled up in Lando’s hoodie but Miami, Miami was hot. Monaco had been influential in your fashion and the dress you wore was worthy of the runways in Paris. 

Stacks of passes hung around your neck and fell into your cleavage as you entered the grid and joined Lando where he was talking to Carlos. Oscar watched with envy as you hugged them both and kissed their cheek with well wishes for the race while he failed to hear what his race engineer was explaining. He was distracted by the fact you had seen him, and smiled. It was small and shy, but it was a smile nonetheless and one of his own growing as you waved your fingers and disappeared back into the garage.

One hundred and ten races he kept you waiting, but finally Lando won his maiden race and there was nothing that could bring him down. He had not stopped smiling, or dancing, or talking since winning and he wasn’t even sure if any of it made sense. The hours were a whirlwind of alcohol and noise until it all turned black and Carlos had to help you get him into bed.

Lando was fast asleep with his mouth open and snoring, which heavily down to the copious amounts of alcohol he had consumed at the after party. He didn’t even stir as you slipped out of the bed and left the room to answer the call that lit up your phone. 

“Hey.” You kept your voice low even though you knew nothing short of a fire alarm would wake your boyfriend.

“Hey.” You could hear the smile in that word and your own lips curled up in response. “I’m sorry if I woke you, I just needed to hear your voice.”

You navigated your way through the dark hotel suite to the balcony and opened the door just wide enough to fit through before closing it. The humidity was instant and the satin nightgown clung to your warm skin as you hung up the phone. “You didn’t wake me.”

Oscar was so close you could almost touch him, but the balcony one room over was just too far away. He even looked down the gap to see the fifteen storey high plunge and you could see his brows burrow together like he was calculating his chances of making the leap across. 

“Don’t you dare,” you warned him. “I didn’t come out here to see you fall to your death.”

His knuckles turned white as he gripped the railing and he sighed in defeat. A smirk soon tugged at his lips and he brushed his hair back over his ear as he eyed the sheer slip you wore. “But you did come out here to see me.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, aware of how thin the material was and all it bared. “I wanted to check how you were.”

Oscar’s lips pursed at the reminder of his poor race result. 

“Could have done without your boyfriend’s boyfriend crashing into me.”

He didn’t know how close to the truth he was with that statement and you wondered if he knew about the relationship that Lando and Carlos had or if he was just playing on an old fan rumour. You wondered how shocked he would be if he knew that Carlos was passed out on the other side of Lando right now. 

“It is a part of racing,” you reminded him. “There’s always a risk battling it out.”

Oscar dropped his head with a little laugh. “It’s a good thing I didn’t call you for sympathy or I would be disappointed.”

“Why did you call me?” 

You knew why.

“I told you, I wanted to hear your voice.”

“Osc,” you sighed, your hands falling to your side, and he lifted his head to look at you, his blue eyes so similar to his teammates.

“I’m not an idiot,” he said as he let go of the rail he leaned on and rose to his full height. “I know you love him.”

“I do,” you confirmed with a small nod, unable to look in his direction as you turned your focus to the view of the ocean instead. 

You didn’t hear him move until his feet landed quietly on the concrete behind you and you spun around to face him. A small shocked gasp escaped your lips when his palm glided over the satin at your waist and pulled you closer to his body. Your hands found their own space on his chest and he froze as he waited for you to push him away, but your fingers curled into the white shirt he wore.

“I know you love him,” he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “But I think you might love me too.”

“You have ignored me for months.” It wasn’t a denial and he caught the admission of those missing words.

“I can never ignore you, and now I know I can’t even keep my distance from you.” He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against yours as his large hands cradled your face. “I need you, Y/N.”

“You don’t know what you are asking for,” you whispered as you fought the urge to tell him just how much you needed him too. 

“I’m asking for a chance to show you how perfect we are for each other.” He pulled back to see tears shimmering in your eyes and he sighed. “I shouldn’t have called. I didn’t think. I’m sorry.”

“Wait-”

“No, you don‘t have to say anything. I shouldn’t have put you in that position. I don't want you to cheat on Lando.” He kept backing away but you followed with each step until his back was pressed to the railing. 

“Lando isn’t the problem,” you promised as you reached for his face and cradled his sharp jawline. “Remember when I said I was a PR nightmare?”

Oscar nodded as his brows furrowed together. 

“I’m trusting you with a secret no one else knows.” His confusion grew as you took his hand and led him inside the suite. You pressed a finger to your lips as you reached the bedroom door and nudged it wider so he could see what was inside. In the dim light it was hard to make out what he was looking at but then everything came into focus like the Ferrari shirt on the floor and the CS55 cap on the nightstand. 

Oscar’s jaw slackened as he recognised the two bodies spread across the sheets and he eyed the empty space that you had filled. A thousand questions muddled in his head and he swallowed them down until you had closed the door again. His hand slipped out of yours as you walked back to the balcony and you wondered if that was the last time you would ever hold it.

“No one can know, please,” you whispered as you hugged yourself and stared at the moonlight on the waves. 

“Help me to understand what I just saw. Are the rumours true then?”

You laughed and turned to face him, crossing your legs and you leant against the rail. “They're not wrong,” you admitted with an evasive shrug. “They love each other and have a relationship, but it’s not the same relationship that I have with them.”

“You’re not exactly helping me to understand this,” he muttered, dragging a hand down his face as he sat heavily on the outdoor settee. 

You had never needed to explain it before, the addition of Carlos to yours and Lando’s relationship had naturally fallen into place and been accepted without having to understand why you all felt the way you did or how it was going to work. But now you were going to try.

“I met Lando first and what we had was instant, he was funny and sweet and kind. Then he introduced me to Carlos who was so charismatic it was impossible not to love him too. It didn’t mean I loved Lando any less so he supported me having a relationship with Carlos too.” 

“Okay.” He nodded like it made some sense and it gave you a slither of hope. “But what about them?”

You watched Oscar’s eyes linger on the skin bared by the satin and they darkened when you uncrossed your legs to step closer. He sat up straighter as you approached and his legs opened for you to step between and he did nothing to stop you when you took a seat on his lap. 

“You want to know if it's a package deal?” you teased, toying with the strands of his dirty blonde hair. “You want to know if you can have me, but at what price?”

His throat bounced with a deep swallow and his tongue wet his dry lips before he could speak again. “Is it?”

You thought about teasing him more but you settled for the truth. “No, like I said, they don’t have that sort of relationship. Yes, we may sleep in the same bed more often than not and on occasion they share me, but that is as far as they go. That is where the rumours are wrong.”

“Share you as in…”

“Threesome, Oscar,” you confirmed with a laugh as his cheeks turned pink. Seeing that colour again reminded you of the kiss and you shifted on his lap to straddle his hips. “I can’t stop thinking about you. It feels like a part of me has been missing for months.”

His hands slid up your back and pulled you closer. “I know what you mean.” 

His lips were so close you could feel their warmth and they begged you to close the distance, but you couldn’t just yet. “I want you, Osc, and you’re right, I do love you.”

You could see the sadness in his eyes as he asked, “But?”

“But I don’t know how this works when you and Carlos are battling each other every week.”

“I know things sound heated on the radio but that is just on the track,” he promised, his thumbs drawing soothing circles over your spine. “I have no problem with Carlos, I swear.”

Carlos had said the same thing but you weren’t sure if they were just trying to placate you. Only time would tell.

“It’s not just my heart that will break if this doesn’t work,” you whispered as your eyes fluttered shut and you surrendered yourself to him.

“Then we will just have to make this work.”

#lando norris fanfic #carlos sainz fanfic #oscar piastri fanfic #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri x reader #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #formula 1 fanfic

[akane171]

­­­Things about Ron Speirs that live rent free in my head

-“SPEIRS, GET YOURSELF OVER HERE!”

I don’t know what I like most about this scene. The fact Dick just furiously passed Sink and ignored his commander, because his boys were getting screwed? Speirs running to him and then without a single word sprinting to do the job? Or Nixon with his binoculars liveblogging the whole  battle? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

-The change in his voice and intonation between “I’m taking over” and “First Sergeant Lipton!”.

-The church scene, when Lipton says Easy men didn’t care about the gossips… It was HILARIOUS. Like, Lip? Sweetheart? Ron scared the shit out of Christenson and some poor innocent kids in the same damned ep. I could hear Pat’s sobbing in the background during that scene, mixed with the nuns’ chorus.

-A man needs a hobby and his was trolling people. Aside of the whole “did he or did he not shot the prisoners”, he enjoyed the gossips, appearing suddenly out of nowhere, while giving creepy speeches and traumatizing people. And he did it fabulously. Legend.

-His little, millisecond pause, when we watch his back while Lipton says “Well, maybe they keep talking about it because they never heard Tercius deny it”.

-And two things about this scene. Lipton knows Speirs was trolling people and it was amusing him. And Ron’s answer “Well, maybe that’s because Tercius knew there was some value to the men thinking he was the meanest, toughest sonofabitch in the whole Roman legion” - he knows Lip knows he was trolling people and (not directly) admits it. He never did that to anyone else, what also means he really respected Lipton (gross sobbing).

-Anyway, this whole church scene is a pure love and I adore every second of it.

-He was a history nerd ;_; I’m kind of sad, we didn’t see him and Buck taking about some ancient battles in Gaul.

-He kept tabs on Easy xD how much he’s learnt from creeping in the shadows and eavesdropping – no one knows xD

-The fact real Speirs was shot in the ass on some of his solo patrols proves he was just meant to be Easy’s CO. Fucking destiny.

-His favourite sergeant was Grant (ok, ok, put the pitchforks DOWN, I said sergeant NOT lieutenant, geez).

-The fact no one called him “Sparky” in the show is a crime against humanity. But at least we got one “Ron” from Winters. Still…

-I think I read somewhere here, that he wore his helmet so low, because it was too big and… yes? Absolutely? Whoever noticed it – I bow to you.

And it reminds me all the promo pics where we have most of the characters standing together and he stands on the side, a little farer and looking awkwardly like “mom said I have to socialize more, so here I am, ugh…”.

-Also, he looks tiny compared to the other guys on many shots/pics, what is hilarious on many levels.

-I realized it after the second watch, that he not only stole cigarettes from Buck, but he offered them to the German POWs. Not his cigarettes, but the shit he stole. I don’t know why, but it’s just so super HIM xD

-I wonder when exactly Easy Company did realize that their new CO is not exactly the meanest, toughest sonofabitch in the army, but a big ass weirdo, with poor social skills, suspicious hobbies and sticky hands.

-Ep 8 look >>>>>>>>>>>>> everything else.

-The moment when Webster throws himself to the ground and Ron just stands in the background, watching the missile like it was meh (he had a personal ranking of “Things that almost killed me” and that missile was not even on the Top 10).

-“No. You don’t have any experience.” How the fuck Jones didn’t drop dead right after is beyond me. Also, A+++ acting.

-The fact is that Lipton was his social-skills-only-working-brain-cell and it’s beautiful.

-The moment Perconte asked him to give him back his lighter, I guess it was the moment Speirs knew his reputation crumbled to dust xD

-Unpopular opinion, but I don’t think Malarkey scared him on a purpose. I think it was accidentally, what for me, makes it even funnier. But the fact Don started as someone who was scared of Speirs like no one else and ended scarring him – it just warms my heart.

-And that pure annoyance on Ron’s face when Malarkey’s approaches him a second after he scared him, will never stop making me laugh. It the look could kill the bottle in Don’s hands would explode.

-On some point Lipton was sitting with his head in his hands and moaning that he was not paid enough to keep his crazy CO with suicidal tendencies alive and Luz was there-thereing him.

-All the things he's done to keep Grant alive.

-Basically, Speirs gives me a stray cat vibes and the fact he kind of, adopted Lipton and whole Easy proves it.

-And finally, the way he went from “we are all dead, just accept it” to “ok, I guess I’m going to stay in the army to keep the idiots alive (sighs)” is one of the best character developments and is so… sooo … you know? ;_;

Anyway, the thing I like the most about his character is how unexpected he is. I didn’t expect to like him so much. I didn’t expect him to change so much in such splendid way. But here I am.

We meet him in the show as  “a cold blooded soldier” stereotype and we learn in the end he was just deeply compassionate man (and a weirdo), who applied being a sociopath to be a better man of war. It just makes him very human - thanks to the fact his character was based on a real man, I guess. And that applies to all BOB’s characters.

And BIG kudos to Matthew Settle for doing such a great job and creating an iconic character. I read and watched some interviews, where he admitted he had a big problems with grasping the role, but damn, in the end he absolutely NAILED IT.

EDIT: Part II (x)

#band of brothers #ronald speirs #carwood lipton #i should have written Top 100 not 10 ;_; #part I

[starglitterz]

serendipity. (vii)

─── chapter 7 ! ~ my bff thinks she’s sherlock holmes (…what?)

summary; when you, a waitress at the local coffee shop, are paired up with the new recruit scaramouche, you’re pretty sure both of you are going to get fired within a week. he’s just quit being a social media influencer and after being forced to work here to make ends meet, he’s ready to let everyone there know how much he hates it. the worst part? you can’t shake the feeling that you know him from somewhere. but as he slowly warms up to you, scaramouche realises that having a fresh start isn’t that bad after all, and perhaps the two of you meeting like this was pure serendipity.

a/n; hiii it's me again ! i'm so back >:) hope you missed serendipity bc i definitely did hehehe,,, also for further context on some details mentioned in this chapter, you should totally read cynosure 👀 (shameless self-promo LOL) anyways i hope u enjoy this chapter !!

warning(s); a lot of swearing, scuffed pics 😔

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private messages #1 !

phone call !

incoming call from kokomi at 1.30 p.m.

kokomi: hi, y/n! it's your lunch break now, right?

y/n: yep! i'm surprised you remember.

kokomi: hey! i just visited you the other day, my memory isn't that bad!!

y/n: yeah, yeah, whatever you say. anyways, what did you want to tell me? it sounded important.

kokomi: well… you know how we met childe and signora the other day, right?

y/n: yeah, i could barely believe they knew scara. i mean, this is the same guy who complains about the stray cats making a mess outside the cafe but still leaves leftovers for them. i wouldn't have expected him to have such famous friends.

kokomi: me too. and i actually wanted to talk to you about that.

y/n: why, what is it?

kokomi: i was curious about how scaramouche knew them, so i asked gorou to do a little digging.

y/n: what? kokomi, why would you do that?

kokomi: this guy shows up out of nowhere and ayaka hires him, and it turns out he has friends in such high places? it's suspicious!

y/n: what the fuck, kokomi? what's gotten into you? this is my colleague we're talking about. he's literally just some random guy ayaka hired, why do his friends matter? it's not like they're bad people!

kokomi: they might not be, but he is.

y/n: and what's that supposed to mean?

kokomi: check the link i just sent you.

y/n: fuck off, kokomi. i'm not dealing with this today. what's wrong with you?

kokomi: y/n, please just click it. i really think you need to see this.

you click on the link kokomi sent you - it's a youtube video titled 'the rise & fall of scaramouche'. you watch it in silence with kokomi still on the phone.

kokomi: you see? he was a drama youtuber and he got clout off of ruining other people's lives - he even got fired from genshin impact! when genshin threatened a lawsuit, he agreed to settle privately by deleting all his accounts. genshin must have paid to scrub all the traces of him they could from the internet too. i knew there was something fishy about him!

y/n: honestly, fuck you, kokomi.

kokomi: what?! why me?!

y/n: because who cares what his past was like? yeah, maybe he used to be a shitty person, and yeah he's still a pain in my ass, but he's changing. scara hasn't done anything bad since he started working here, i don't know why you're so against him.

kokomi: i just don't want you to get hurt, y/n. we all know you're still looking for that mystery guy from when you were younger, and this is the first time you've liked someone without mentioning that. i'm worried he's taking advantage of you.

y/n: get a grip, kokomi. i'm a grown adult, and you're not my mother. i can make my own choices and deal with the consequences.

kokomi: well forgive me for being worried about my FRIEND.

y/n: just… leave me alone. goodbye, kokomi.

call cut from y/n's end at 2.17 p.m.

private messages #2 !

twitter !

i'm curious, what do u guys think abt what kokomi did? are you on her side or y/n's side? i've personally experienced a lot of friends getting defensive whenever you point out anything wrong with their rs/bf so i guess this is partially inspired by that LOL

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#[☕] ━━━ serendipity ! #scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #wanderer x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #scaramouche fluff #genshin smau #genshin impact smau #scaramouche smau #scaramouche

[deluweil]

I know, "Recovery", will be at the Diaz household. How?

Well for one, Buck does not yet have a couch.

Two, I doubt either Eddie or Christopher will want to let Buck out of their sights after everything.

Also, the Madney household is not done, plus there's a sweet but restless toddler running around the house. 😍

And since this storyline is awfully familiar to me (station 19 - Vic, anyone? 👀) Buck is going to be wearing a monitor watch to make sure his heart is not in distress, which also will have to include a lot of rest and require to have someone to watch out over him. (In Station 19, they were Vic's boyfriend and her best friend. - Eddie and Christopher for Buck? 👀😉)

Also, because there is a very big foreshadowing that has announced exactly that earlier in the season.

I am talking about 6x07 "Cursed."

The undefined relationship between Felisa and Alexis (aside from the money thing, obviously) felt very familiar.

Felisa stresses outside the crystal shop (where both she and Alexis are knocked out, btw) that Alexis is all she has.

Eddie's face says it all. He has one of those, and indeed, in the next frame, we see Buck loading Alexis to the second ambulance.

She sits with her in the hospital after she's released and talks to her, suggesting a girls' trip once she's better. - Eddie is a spectator through all of this. And he gets this amazingly tender look on his face when he listens to Felisa as she talks to unconscious Alexis.

Fast forward to the end of the episode, Felisa tells Eddie that Alexis is going to stay with her when she gets out of the hospital.

and eventually tells him that she's going to have the house blessed just in case, before Alexis comes to stay with her.

Another thing she says is that it's easier to believe you're cursed than wrong, and post-therapy Diaz is amused by it.

And yet he still calls his Abuela after Felisa leaves and asks her about his future anyway.

Here, in this frame, everyone thought, at the time, that the focus on Christopher a frame later is because he will be in danger, but the truth is, that the whole of S6a even stretching back to S5b, is about Buck's connection to the Diaz boys.

And as most of you saw the promo pic of 6x11, it also confirms that the Diazes are going to pull Buck even closer to them once he's awake and out of the hospital.

For all his bluster and disbelief of curses in general, when Buck asks Eddie outside the crystal shop if he still thinks Felisa isn't cursed, he answers, "No, but I think I am."

Now, why would he say that? Because Eddie lost his wife, lost his army buddies, nearly lost his son and best friend, and nearly lost himself somewhere along the way.

He also keeps encountering couples in the making that will eventually end up together, there were the ladies from the driver's test in S5, there were Josh and Carson, now Felisa and Alexis, everyone eventually pretty much get over the first encounter and move forward together. - But not Eddie, not with Buck, not yet.

If there was ever a catalyst to get these two to, at least, talk about their shared trauma and living together in the same house, this is it.

#911 mini meta #buddie meta #911 6x07 #911 6x10 #911 6x11 #911 6x11 speculation #911 spoilers #911 speculation #911 speculations for recovery #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #christopher diaz #buddiepher #buddie feels #cursed was a foreshadowing for buck's recovery mark my word #manifest with me #✨️😌🙏 #deluweil has a lot of thoughts #911 fox #911 on fox

[coleskingdom]

Mine Pt 5

The promo

Genre Smut

Jay White x reader

Warnings NSFW Minors DNI

I came back from being in glam for my first on screen segment. I had just put on the gold heels that were easily the most expensive uncomfortable shoes I’ve ever owned. I appraised myself in the mirror, the gold switchblade really setting off the black ensemble. “ There’s my girl” Jay smiling as I turned around, the leather jacket in his hands. “Here let me put it on you” He put the jacket on me, and came around to turn me back to the mirror. “Is it too much?” I ask, I look like a person I don’t recognize. “You look fucking amazing. It’s perfect you’ll get used to it, then when you come back through the curtain you become you again….thats who I’m in love with. Though if this alter ego ever wants to play I wouldn’t tell her no.” His wink made me laugh. “ Are you going to be able to superkick in any of this? “ I turned into the move resting my heel on his shoulder. “Well that’s some move you got there. I apologize for ever doubting the ability of your kick.” He moved my leg to around his waist grinning pulling me forward into him. “ I don’t know that I can do this. I’ve never been a character.” My forehead resting on his, he dropped my leg, putting his arms around me. “I won’t let you fail, I’ve got you. If not me the boys have got you.”he said.

As if on cue, Matt , Nick, Cole and Page, walked in. “Hey, Ospreay is here for his match he wanted to see if it was okay if he came in.” Matt said. A grin broke out on my face. Matt stuck his head into the hallway, and Will came in “Holy shit, you’ve always been beautiful but this this is something else” Will said I could hear Jay inhale but instead of ripping into him, “ She is isn’t she.” He agreed. The rest of us let out the breath we’d been holding. “ You’ll kill it out there love” giving me a hug “ I think I’m opening the show, I’ll be in gorilla watching, we should go out and celebrate after.” He left the locker room. “He’s a cheeky fucker isn’t he. “ Jay said somewhere between annoyed and amused.

We ran through how everything was going to go. I wasn’t going to have to speak, just stand there. Jay was going to take the lead in an explanation that flirted the kayfabe reality line a little to closely but given everything it was for the best. A worried look passed Jays face “ Guys if something happens out there just get her out of the ring and safe.”

Matt “What do you think is going to happen?”

“ I’m just thinking if I’m Finlay and I’m at risk of losing Bullet Club and have been humiliated in the dirt sheets. I’m going to attack tonight, and I’m coming full force. Fuck how did I not see this coming.” He’s pacing now like a caged animal

“Should I stay back here?” I asked cautiously The chorus of No’s rang in the locker room.

Just then Tony knocked on the door, “It’s time” his big smile not matching the room. I feel the weight of everything on my shoulders, I gripped jays hand tighter, Matt and Page directly behind us, and Nick and Cole behind them. Jay kissed my hand and I felt Matt’s hands on my shoulder, the original Bullet Club music hit. The crowd exploded, but I found my eyes scanning the arena. Jay and Page sat on the ropes to let me in, I entered followed by the guys. Jay is talking when six men jump the barrier and enter the ring. Why did Jay have to be right this time? Each of the war dogs has one of the guys , a war dog has Jay in a hold and Finlay takes his microphone.

. “Hi Princess remember me?” Finlay sneers, “ I’m actually surprised you had the courage to run out on me, at our wedding but don’t worry my boys and I had a really good time at the reception.” I step to the side of the ring knowing that I have to grab a mic. I reach for the mic and my eyes lock on Jays and I know I have to do this.

“ You know what’s funny David, you may have had fun at our reception with a coked up pop tart, but on our wedding night I was learning to breathe with the switchblade “ the crowd reacting to the realness of the statement. “ I have never seen a more impotent leader of bullet club David, hell it’s only a matter of time before the rest of your dogs realize what a bitch you really are.”

Danger flashes in David’s dead eyes, “ You really have them all fooled don’t you, that they think you’re something special when you’re just a ring rat with her daddies money. “ he smirked

“Oh the irony of a fifth generation wrestler who can’t even get himself over, even with the power of the club behind you. You are pathetic.” I see over David’s shoulder that Jay has almost got his guy off of him.

“ I’m going to make sure that you beg me to stop beating Jay. It’s going to be a pleasure as I break his body down with you ringside watching me do it.” I start walking away from him shaking my head, the rage and humiliation taking hold I pause I turn back and dropped him with a Superkick. The dogs let go of the boys and were on Finlay, Nick got me out of the ring and back up the ramp, I watched as the guys trade punches with the war dogs and kicked them out of the ring. The punches looked stiff and I was worried but they were on the way back up the ramp and we came through the tunnel and Kenny waved smiled and walk away.

“ Tony , what the fuck was that?” Jay yelled, “Kenny said it was a work.” Tony said “He was back here in gorilla the whole time.” “ God damn it, it was a fucking shoot, why would we do that to her? Why would we have her go toe to toe with Finlay.” Jay fuming “ it’s okay, I’m okay I think” I said trying to get Jay to calm down.

“ Actually it was pretty fun, how did it look?” I asked Tony smiled “ it looked fantastic honestly I thought it was planned.”

We walked back to the locker room, Colten and Austin were on their phones, “hey bullet club gold is trending along with coked up pop tart and breathe with the switchblade colton said. “Oh shit, I can’t believe I said that.” I tried to laugh “You also called him an impotent bitch” Austin chimed in.

The tension broke and everyone laughed, “Then it was like the power of hbk came over you when you hit that kick, he actually dropped “ Cole said “ I want to know if her shoe print is tattooed on his face” Page said “ Next time we can make you a thumb tack heel “ Matt offered.

“ I’m so fucking proud of you. “ Jay said putting his arm around me kissing me on the cheek.

“ Guys, I think I’m done for the night.” I said “ I just want to get back to the hotel.”

“ So she can breathe with the switchblade “ Colton said.

“I’m never going to live that down am I ?” I started to further explain I could feel my cheeks turn red

“Not for a while sweetheart, now gentlemen you heard the lady, we are done for the evening. Colton grab our bags”

I got a hug from each of the guys as we walked out to the car. In the car I reached for Jays hand. “ You okay?” I asked him, “Yeah you shouldn’t have been out there in that position but I’m so fucking proud of you. You’re gonna have to watch it back, when you said breathe with the switchblade I popped and the crowd popped. “ I smiled, “ Hey what’s wrong? “ he asked as I squeezed his hand in mine realizing I’ve been using it as my grounding point. “ Nothing, I just have never loved anyone as much as I love you.” looking at him. The rest of the car ride was quiet, the ride up the elevator was quiet.

Once in our room Jay dropped the bags, he stalks back towards me. He reaches me in only a few steps, his body colliding with mine as our lips meet. He doesn't stop moving, walking me backward until my back is pressed up against the door, and then he pins me against it, his lips hungry and forceful. I kiss him back the same way, going up onto my tiptoes to try to get more as my hands roam over his muscled shoulders and back. I slide my fingers through his hair, gripping his head as if I need something to hold me steady as his tongue delves into my mouth. "Fuck," I gasp into his mouth as he nips at my bottom lip with his teeth.

He makes a noise in his throat and soothes the sting away with his tongue before sealing his mouth over mine again. His hands are just as restless as mine are, seeming unable to settle any-where. He slides them over my sides, my arms, groping my breasts, kneading my ass. It's like he's trying to touch me everywhere at once, and every bit of skin that his rough palms travel over lights up like it's on fire.

"Oh god," I whimper as he wrenches his lips away from mine, trailing hot kisses along my jaw.

"Not quite." He scrapes his teeth over the column of my throat, making me shiver. "No god would do the things I'm planning to do to you,sweetheart but your fiancée would. "

The promise in his tone makes me shiver, and when he captures my mouth again, I moan. He hooks one of my legs beneath the knee, lifting it to give himself better access as he grinds against me. He's so fucking hard, the bulge of his cock straining against his pants, and I roll my hips against him, more desperate than I've ever felt in my life. He slips the jacket over my shoulders , I raise my arms so he can take off the tank. He sucks in a breath as he sees the black lace bra, and the necklace resting between my breasts. He unhooks my bra in the back, pulling away just long enough to slide it down my arms and get rid of it. Then his mouth is on my breasts, switching between them as he sucks and teases my nipples. I whimper as sparks shoot through me, electric currents of pleasure traveling straight down to my clit.

Breathing hard, I reach down to fumble with the button and fly of his pants. He moves my hands

“ Not yet, sweetheart , I have a much better plan, I said I was going to take care of you and I am.” He kneels in front of me, removing each of my heels delicately, slowly he moves his hands back up my legs as he reaches for the button of my jeans and works them down my hips and I step out of them. Jay stands taking off his jacket, his shirt, I can’t take my eyes off of him, his chiseled chest, his abs I draw in another breath.

“ follow me, sweetheart, I want you to ride my face?” as he laid down on the bed. “ You what!?” I stumbled over my words “ You heard me, I can tell you did your breathing changed, I want you dripping on my face, I want every drop of you on my tongue, that only happens if you’re sitting right here” he tapped his bottom lip. He reaches for my hand,

“ Take off the last piece of lace, sweetheart .” I take them off giving him a show bending down as I took them off. He groans. I get on to the bed straddling Jay, he moves me into position his hands on my hips guiding me. He tugs on my hips, getting me lower. “ wait wait, you still have to breathe.” “Sweetheart you already take my breath away come on baby sit on my face let me taste you.”

I let him position me where he wants me, I’m rewarded with him licking me with the flat of his tongue on my clit again again and again before he stiffened his tongue and started to fuck me with it. “Jay” he pulls me down further on his face I start to rock my hips matching the thrust of his tongue my thighs start to tremble around his head, my moans fill the room and my hand reaches down to grab his hair. “Jay I’m going to….” He changes his focus back to just my clit, his mouth began to suck on it hard, my pussy clinched and I came hard and soaked his face and he began licking me as I came down.

“Oh my God” my muscles are relaxed as I roll off of him collapsing on the bed he rolls on his side a grin on his face. My eyes on his jeans that show his hard cock, “ Greedy girl” he chuckles as he takes off his clothes.

He lays his body over mine, nudging my legs apart as his hips settle between them. "Fuck, sweetheart ," he rasps. "I need you so fucking bad."

"Need you too," I whisper, I don't care about anything except feeling him slide into me. I need that connection between us more than I need air. His jaw is tight as he braces himself on his forearm and lines himself up with my entrance. He presses in slowly for the first few inches, and our groans mingle in the quiet room.

"Fuck me, Jay," I gasp, reaching down to dig my fingers into his ass, pulling him toward me. "Please."

With a harsh grunt, he drives all the way in, rocking the bed beneath us as I cry out his name.

My name is a whisper, and it sounds like it comes from somewhere deep inside his soul. I cling to him, wrapping my arms and legs around him to keep him as close as possible. He doesn't move for a long moment either, as if he can't bear to pull out, even to start fucking me.

"I've never loved anyone as much as I love you," he murmurs, kissing my neck before scraping his teeth over my earlobe. "You fucking own me." He shudders, his cock pulsing inside me. "You feel what you do to me? I'm wrecked.”I squeeze around him, kissing his neck and shoulder as his familiar scent fills my nostrils. “You’ve wrecked me to” With that, he kisses me again, plunging his tongue into my mouth as he draws his hips back and drives back in.

My legs fall away from his waist, opening for him and giving him room to move as he fucks me with long, deep strokes. Pleasure builds inside me, a slow burn that starts in my clit and travels all the way out to my skin, making every brush of his body against mine feels like an electric charge. I tilt my hips, changing the angle a little, and he growls, gripping my throat lightly as his thrusts turn erratic.

"Won't last long," he grits out.

"Fuck, I can't. I need you too much, and you feel too damn good. Come for me first. I want to feel you milk my cock. Show me that you need me." He slams in and grinds his pelvis against mine, putting friction on my clit, and I hook my heels around his calves as my head tips back. "Right there," I breathe, my spine arching. "Right there, oh fuck, Jay." “ I love you.” His voice turns to gravel on the last words, and that's what pushes me over the edge. I let out a sobbing cry as my orgasm crests, and Jay explodes a second later, burying his face in my neck as he comes deep inside me.

He collapses on top of me, and even though he's heavy, his weight is the most perfect thing I've ever felt. I melt into the bed, my chest pressing harder against Jay with every inhale as I try to catch my breath. My arms are around his shoulders, my fingers drifting over the muscles of his back, and I can feel his ribcage vibrating with the heavy thuds of his heart. We stay like that, for a long time. When he pulls out and rolls off of me I miss him immediately.

He gets up and goes to the bathroom, and comes back with a warm wash cloth and a glass of water. He rubs the wash cloth delicately over my body cleaning me and placing soft kisses on my body. He pulls the covers up over both of us, I curl in to him, he takes my hand and interlaced our fingers holding my hand as I fall asleep.

#AEW smut #jay white x you #jay white x reader #jay white smut #jay white imagine #jay white fanfiction #switchblade Jay white smut

[luhafraser]

OK. Patterns!

So KE ... who appears to live in "A Quiet Place" ...

... followed the profile of a tennis player, who posted a stories with her on a flight (to Glasgow?!?). Of course, the monitors on Sam's list of women "found" this IG story. And this is the big issue of the moment on the Anti side (KE supposedly in Glasgow).

Coincidence or not? What a moment to sell a "relationship"... Promo time! 🎉🎉🎉 3x NY Times Bestselling Author/Waypoints Book and Love Again movie...

Which brings attention to the most talked about subject in the book... Sam's problem with trust and maintaining his relationships, allegedly related to his father's abandonment.

"Is he now in a more serious relationship? Is he really with her?" Some questions that are already emerging... ("Some people" swore that he was already engaged or married, a while ago 🤣🤣🤣) This moves the Anti side and consequently all sides. I'm here talking about it, no?!

Sorry but I think a lot there, in the book, about him not being able to take his relationships forward was a bit of an exaggeration, but a better excuse for "I spend 10 months working in Scotland "...

What I think? Well, he had no problem giving a stranger a bear hug who was auditioning with him. As he also had no problem going for a walk in Hyde Park with this stranger and exchanging vows to protect each other. It doesn't strike me as the behavior of someone with trust and relationship issues.

But about KE... Maybe she will show up in Glasgow, maybe not... Maybe, and I think this matches the pattern in promo time, a fan will luckily find Sam somewhere in Glasgow or a restaurant attendant will post a photo, and in the comments he/she will say that Sam was with his girlfriend there. But who knows... 🤷🏻‍♀️

And just because I don't want to miss the joke... (the anons I received inbox, I won't exactly answer your questions)... Maybe Sam is upset that his ex-girlfriends are getting married (even the girl who just wanted to have fun and not having anything serious... Right, fandom?! 😜🤣).

I LOVE THIS SHIT SHOW 🥰🤣

#sam heughan #outlander #caitriona balfe #fake life #waypoints #sam and caitriona #coincidences #shit show

[willowpenguinwritting]

Crepes? ------A quickly written good omens oneshot. The idea came to me whilst messaging an incredible friend of mine and we were discussing the promo picture released today.

Aziraphale as his new normal, was sitting in an armchair drinking a cup of tea with a book in his hands. It was a book he had read only once before and he had decided he simply must read it again as it was only fair to the book. Near him loitered his "assistant" If Aziraphale was been perfectly honest he was starting to get a bit bothered with all Gabriel's comments about the dust or the layout or something else. There were times when he simply pretended that it didn't bother him, there were times when he ignored it, and there were times when he wanted to shove him into a cupboard and lock him in for an hour but that was too cruel and he couldn't do that.

If he was to be truly honest with himself it was nice to have company, it wasn't Crowley's company but it kept him socialised and at least partly content he did miss the speeding Bentley driver but he wouldn't admit it out loud. Well, not now he wouldn't maybe in the future but not now when he had a kind of feeling that something important or special was to happen.

In the bookshop, music did tend to play but never much more than soft classical music. Until now, the music switched tone in an instant, and before it could be processed further Aziraphale's ears twitched at the ting of the bell as the door opened. In walked none other than Crowley. The very same Crowley who had been missing. By the time the demon of Crowley was recognised the music of Queen was also recognised.

"Crowley?" choked out Aziraphale in a partial shock to see him but a sense of he didn't want to appear too keen.

Crowley stepped forward adjusting his glasses slightly and a suspiciously wide smile across his face, " 'Tis me indeed, good to see you Azi-". Crowley froze mid-sentence. His eyes scanned the room and landed on Gabriel as if he was the prey of the snake inside him.

Crowley swallowed and spoke with a distinct scowl, "Aziraphale, what is he doing here?"

"He must be here, he could be in danger." The bowtie-wearing man explained tucking his bookmark into his book and standing in front of Gabriel.

Crowley stepped forward another few paces, he lightly placed his hand on Aziraphale's wrist and tugged a book down and the shelf swung abruptly to reveal a room.

"How the heaven did you know about that?" Aziraphale asked with a squeak as no one was supposed to know about this area.

Crowley laughed Aziraphale couldn't decide if this laugh made him more comfortable or more uncomfortable. "I guess one might call it luck."

Aziraphale smiled, it was a half-forced smile but still a smile, "Oh Aziraphale don't bother forcing smiles with me, Now will you please tell me what he is doing here?"

"I am protecting him until I can find out," Aziraphale said with the hope that some sort of confidence shined through his tone.

Crowley nodded, "Right and do you think we could leave him here for say two hours by himself?"

The angel's face had confusion painted across it, "I don't know why?"

"Because I wanted to take you out for crepes I know how much you love them." Crowley sighed, He thought he could sense a no slipping from the lips of Aziraphale.

Aziraphale smiled, "Oooo that is tempting and does sound delicious but only if there is somewhere we could go where we know where he is at all time."

"Sounds like a perfect plan." The angel grinned happy that Crowley remembered about his crepe loving and was willing to adapt for his visitor.

A visitor that might just be keeping an eye on him but was still to be treated with respect like any other guest.

Crowley's cheeks flushed a pink, well maybe they didn't Azirapahale was sure he imagined it "I will meet you both in the Bentley soon."

This was all very suspicious and exciting to Aziraphale, just how he had missed it.

Once they were all seated inside the car, Aziraphale took a deep breath preparing for the speed that was going to start any moment then. Crowley quickly glanced over to him and winked a sly wink. As usual, Queen was screaming through the speakers and the bolting down the road began.

"Are you sure I can't convince you to go ever slightly slower?" Aziraphale asked loudly over the music.

Crowley chuckled, "Me? Slower? Never."

"I annoyingly predicted that would be your answer." He said with an eye roll.

He uttered, "This demon is a demon who likes queen and speed."

Aziraphale turned to the back to see his guest's face stuck in a position of sheer panic.

When they arrived, or more when Crowley stopped the car Aziraphale was confused to discover they were at Crowley's flat.

"Right, your guest is going in my plant room to be supervised whilst we eat," Crowley informed.

Aziraphale nodded with a response of, "Ooohhh are we getting takeaway that's very fancy?"

Crowley just shook his head. Once inside the building and Gabriel their honoured guest had been shoved into the plant room Crowley lead the angel to his kitchen.

"Ooooohhh this is all very black, I think it's modern and in trend for the mortals," Azirpahale said with a laugh.

Crowley raised an eyebrow, " Do not compare me to a mortal."

"Sorry, did you purchase the crepes from a shop? That's very clever of you." The angel smiled.

The demon however shook his head again, "Stand there, look pretty and watch." he ordered.

Aziraphale froze as Crowley began spinning hectically around him collecting the most unusual of objects. Flour, Eggs, Milk and many more. What had not occurred to Aziraphale was that these were in fact the ingredients of how crepes were made.

Crowley started adding a little bit of everything into a bowl before whisking them together with a quick wave of his finger.

When the demon poured the mixture into a pan it occurred to Aziraphale that Crowley was, in fact, making him them from scratch. The angel grinned with honour before asking "Are you seriously making me crepes?"

"No, I am building you a boat. Of course, I am making you crepes." He said with a dumbfounded look on his face that was clearly intentional.

"How did you work out how?" The inquisitive angel inquired.

Crowley laughed "I was trying to make a potion but it made them instead, no silly I learnt how because I wanted to make you some."

The angel smiled, "Really?"

"Well I hope they live up to your standards." Crowley smiled.

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Well, I am stopping here, I enjoyed writing it so far but I must stop as my laptop is running out of charge. Please let me know your thoughts and if I should continue it or not!!

#good omens #aziracrow #aziraphale x crowley #anthony janthony crowley #aziraphale #good ineffable omens #ineffable husbands

[mrs-monaghan]

I've been wondering something. Ok, so you know how Jk is always debunking tkkr stuff, right? But it seems like Jimin doesn't debunk yoonmin. In fact, yoonminers are thriving right now lol

Like if Tae or Jk talked about each other as much as Jimin talks about Suga, the shippers would explode. Or like how Jimin is participating with Yoongi in his promo stuff like the thing that Yoongi uploaded today where Jimin is scolding him. Or Jimin naming is mossball Suga. Just little random mentions.

If Jk or Tae did that in their stuff, Jikookers would be going insane. But literally no one is talking about yoonmin lol except yoonminers (and me, I guess).

I just don't get why Jimin talks about Yoongi all the time (like Tae does with Jk) except that Jimin is actively participating in stuff with Yoongi often, and not just name dropping like Tae does.

I hope this makes sense. It was hard to sort my thoughts out.

You need to understand one thing first. At first, most Yoonminers were Tkkrs because they needed somewhere to shove Jimin. Right? To keep him away from JK?? But Jikook continued to Jikook and so they became Jimin antis. You know how we call Jhope the Jikook president? Well, they used to call Jimin their president 😂😂

But now they loath him because they see what we see: JK's love and treatment for Jimin is way more and way different than that of any other member. Than that of V. So now I do think the majority of Yoonminers left are genuine ones. I mean they're wrong, they're always gonna be wrong...but I don't blame them for thinking Yoonmin is real.

As we have stated before many times, Suga is one sus mofo, alright? It is what it is.

Jikookers let me call u out for a second here while we are on the topic of name dropping, can we talk about the fact that Suga name drops Jimin ALL THE TIME and no one ever bats an eye? But wait until V name drops JK and all hell breaks loose

But okay, fine I get it. Tkkrs are pieces of shit who attack Jimin for the smallest things so u would rather V not do the thing. But, for all we know JK could be V's favourite member, right?

I mean, he's clearly not JK's favourite member but ain't nothing wrong with JK's being V's...no?

If Tae or JK did that in their stuff Jikookers would be going insane.

They would anon. They would and they will if some Tkk unit thingi happens. But u have to understand, the vermin are the root of all evil.

Did you know that Vminers think Vmin are married? Like genuinely. Like they literally think Jimin and V are married? Did you know that Jinkookers believe that Jin and JK are a thing? 🤢🤮 Like, legitimately? That the Osaka live it was Jin hiding in the bathroom? They have their own analysis and everything. And don't even get me started on Minimonis.

What am I saying? We have other hard-core Jimin and JK shippers out there but they are not as toxic as the vermin. I mean, don't go into their space and try to argue with them because they will eat you alive, but they believe what they believe and there ain't nothing we can do about it.

If Tae or JK talked about each other as much as Jimin talks about Suga, the shippers would implode.

True. But here's the thing. When Yoonmin are in the same room, we have bickering, Suga all over Jimin which again, no one seems to have an issue with, and we have them complimenting eo and just them being them. Which is something they've done for years. But when Jimin is just on his own talking about Suga, its about how much the dude supports him, its about work, mostly. Not all the time but mostly. But yes, Jimin does adore Suga, that much is clear. But....don’t forget, he adores other members too. Yes, Suga is his favourite rapper, yes, his favourite line out of all BTS songs is by Suga (JK was the only one who knew this btw) Yes, his Nevermind tattoo is from a verse by Suga, yes, he named his mosball Suga, and the list goes on. (Ps- Jimin appearing in Suga's skit while I'm sure both parties were down for it, it was the company's idea. So that doesn't count) But u won't catch Jimin treating Suga any different than he treats any other member. To add to this I'll post a screenshot of my friend who puts it perfectly

i.e: -Anyone with eyes can see Jimin is way closer to JK and Jhope than he is to Suga. -There's nothing for Jimin to debunk because Suga when he name drops Jimin he's not insinuating...well, things. And he tells it like it is. He doesn't exergerrate.

-Jimin treats Suga like he does other members.

-Jikookers have way more logic than the vermin and use their brains how they're supposed to; To think. And be smart.

Yoonminers are thriving right now lol.

Yes. I'm still side eying the company on these constant Yoonmin parings. Like why tf would Suga be promoting Busan with Jimin? Why not Jimin and JK?

They're the ones actually from Busan?!?!?!?!

Anyway, anon. At the end of the day, Tkkrs a.k.a the vermin are the problem. They're the issue. If they weren't so fucking mentally deficient, Jikookers wouldn't have an issue with certain things that V does. But alas!

#ask shaz #bts ask #jikook #yoonmin #we don't talk about yoonmin #kookmin #bts #jimin #the vermin #Jikookers

[quokkahans]

Double Catfished! [Special Chapter]

A/N: Hello, J here! So, this special chapter serves as the alternate ending! In other words, how will the story go when Changbin would drink the mysterious shot.. For context, please read the previous parts. If you have or at least remember the plot, enjoy! ;)

WARNING: This fic contains feederism, and intentional weight gain which are all SAFE FOR WORK / SFW and in this chapter, obsessive behavior which can be triggering. If you are uncomfy with this type of story and/or its elements, please look away and scroll before the cut.

AO3 VERSION

FINALE (REAL ENDING) -- PART 2

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Should I drink it? Is it worth it?

These questions were flooding Changbin's mind before he thought over it and made a decision, although it seemed sketchy, there could be a reason behind it. After all, maybe it was just one of the bar's promos for new customers.. Nothing malicious can happen on the first date, right?

Even if it wasn't the bottle of soju Jisung ordered, the older boy thought he had more than enough room for a couple of shots so he decided to take it, thanking the waiter as he left.

"Fuck it, I've been holding myself back for just a shot.. It's no big deal.", the black-haired man muttered before drinking the contents of the small glass in just one go. Little did he know, Jisung got out of the bathroom just in time to see his boyfriend really fall for his trap, making him smirk.

The younger boy decided to hold off walking back to the table and buy his gullible boyfriend some time, watching his Binnie slowly get antsy with a couple of shots. Good thing he wasn't that visible while having a good view, bless the layout of this bar. But one thing needs to be discussed: how did this happen?

Remember when Han had to go to the bathroom, right? Well, that maniac didn't have to go to the bathroom since he requested an empty shot glass and mixed in vodka with something.. special, just to keep his special someone knocked out throughout the night and buying Jisung some time to make his plan flawless. After that, this brings us back to around 30 minutes after where the light-haired boy was just watching his date down the special "shot" and some additional shots when the soju bottle finally came plus some snacks he snuck, a dirty grin splayed on his face before he came back, acting like a fool (well, he is a crazy fool, so there's the point).

Upon seeing his lover, Changbin's eyes lit up and the alcohol must've been taking its course now.

God, he's such a lightweight...

Jisung thought before cooing softly, hearing the older whine. "Where were you, Sungieee? You took so longgg.. I thought you left me!", he pouted deeply before being shushed by Han.

"Ohh, my sweet sweet Binnie.. don't think like that! I just had to take a really long call, okay? Sorry for leaving you.."

The sweet tone just made Changbin more confused but it was too enticing not to contest it so he just nodded slowly and cling to the quokka boy just a little bit more. "Hmph, okay thennn.. You owe me some kisses!", he declared, as if it was a debt to be paid (but it was true) and to his surprise, the other complied and gave his boyfriend the needed kisses, making Bin blush furiously.

"Happy now?"

"Very. You're the besttt~"

The couple now took their time with some more shots being shared—mostly being given to Changbin since Jisung turned down those being offered to him, in the guise of helping his now-drunk boyfriend but in reality, the squirrel-like boy just wanted to watch how the older boy was falling deeper and deeper into his trap and in love. But then, they had to go since the bar was closing so a taxi needed to be called.

"Let's go, baby~ We need to go home for you to rest, you're so wasted now.", Jisung teasingly said to a very clingy Changbin who was mumbling somewhere between "Nooo, I wanna stayyy~" and "I-I'm not drunkkk!" before they got inside the taxi and that's where the dwaekki placed some drunken kisses on his lover's forehead and cheeks until they arrived at Jisung's place, with Bin still highly clingy and enamored.

Upon arriving, the baker helped his drunk boyfriend off the taxi before paying the fare and then carrying him bridal style to the bedroom. As Jisung checked back to see how Changbin was doing, the older boy was already fast asleep and slightly snoring much to the quokka's dirty grin as they were now settling in the bed.

"Finally.. I got you wrapped under my fingers, hm? If you knew how obsessed I am with you, but lucky for you, when you wake up.. you won't have any choice but to stay with me."

Those words were laced with sweet venom as Han let out a small, maniacal snicker before looking for his phone and taking pictures of the sleeping frame of his boyfriend.

Another playful giggle came out of Jisung's lips as he looked at the finished pictures. "So cute while sleeping.. How much more if he gets bigger and so cuddly? Ahh, such a thought~", he muttered before cuddling his lover.

Such a fool when it comes to love.

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It was a fun time for Changbin last night, he had his first date with the boy who he talked to for almost a year in an online dating app and recently dating as well. So nothing could go wrong after this, right?

Wrong.

When the dark-haired boy tried to get up, he felt like something was attached to his arms so Changbin opened his eyes slowly and stirred awake. What he saw made his whole soul awaken and almost separate from his whole body.

"Wha- Hello? Jisung?", the shorter boy struggled to unravel the handcuffs that were tied to his wrists, feet and the ends of the bed, the cold air poking through more than usual but when he looked at the mirror, Bin realized that he was half-naked. As much as Bin wanted to blush, it was really scary since he was basically trapped on all four limbs.

"Let me out!", he begged once more before footsteps were heard outside, making the boy sigh in relief before Jisung entered the room with an obsessive look towards his boyfriend.

"Well well well.. good morning~", the quokka smiled widely before walking closer to his lover and grabbing a handful of the older's heavier belly, shaking it subsequently. That shot already did some damage, making Bin's tummy a bit larger than usual.

"L-Let me out!", Changbin whined before trying his best to get his arms and ankles out of the handcuffs but it was no use, Jisung was totally in control now.

"Aww, why would I though? I wanted you to stay.. forever."

What happened to the sweet, loving boyfriend that the news writer once knew of? This wasn't the cute quokka that he met on the first date, he was a maniac! An obsessive maniac!

Changbin looked with horror on how his Hannie turned into such a monster, but this has to be a joke.. right? The news writer got agitated and his eyes got glossier by the minute.

"W-Was this your plan all along?! I thought you really loved me!"

"Oh, I do.. I really do! Just on the level you don't expect from me.."

Jisung got closer and caressed his lover's cheek, squishing it in the process but the older swatted his hand away, tears trickling in and heart breaking at his date's psychotic behavior. "Don't touch me!"

That made Jisung a bit sad, not going to lie, but the fact Changbin was so powerless made his ego just a little bit higher.

"And then what? You're going to talk your way into leaving me? Bin, I know you better than that.. You'd be such a dumbass if leaving all of this behind would be your first option!", the younger boy shook his head, eyes brimming full of tears.

"But I know you won't do that.. right? So what do you say?"

Bin was still silent, but inside, he was brimming with anger. It looked like such an easy decision but his heartstrings were tugged so strongly, it may have swayed him to the other side..

"Still can't make a decision? Poor Binnie.. Time is ticking, my love. Too bad, I prepared breakfast just for us and I can't let it go to waste."

Changbin's eyes widened softly, his mind and heart getting conflicted with each other but he couldn't let Jisung hanging.

So, he made the decision for himself. "F-Fine! I won't leave you.. just, let me out here please! I can't stand not hugging you..", the black-haired pouted before his boyfriend gave in and uncuffed him, the couple hugged together before Jisung pinched his chubby cheeks as they headed to the kitchen.

"Such a good boy, hm? Come on, you must be hungry~"

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"Look at you, my sweetheart~ You're getting bigger and bigger! Such a piggy for me, hm?"

2 years later, after love won out, Changbin didn't regret his choice. At first, it was hard but he got used to Jisung being obsessive because when you really love someone, you learn to be obsessed too.

But that wasn't the only thing that changed, even Bin's body. He doubled his weight in those years, the once chubby belly turned into a massive one that would jiggle with every step and hang over Changbin's enormous thighs, several rolls littered on each side and stretchmarks on his navel and all over the soft flesh. His chest melted into big breasts, and even if Jisung would grab it with his hands, it would still overflow.

The shorter boy's lower body wasn't safe though, as his already big ass got enlarged with fat and was a primary target for Jisung's groping habits.

But when you have a boyfriend who loves your curves and body, Changbin wouldn't even settle for less. He loved and will continue to love Jisung. For now, he'd just have to savor this moment, gorging on one of his huge meals.

"This piggy's obsessed with you~ Love you, my Sungie!"

"Love you too, my big baby."

== THE END !! ==

A/N: Whew! It felt like years since whipping up a new post so here you go! Thank me later ;).

Anyways, y'all can drop some suggestions or we can have a story RP! <3 Again, thank you for reading!

#j fics #chubby skz #binsung #weight gain

[the-cranck-hobbit]

Blend of Ice and Storm || Song of a Nightingale Pt. 1

Author's note : English is not my mother tongue, I am french but I wanted to try to write in English so here we are ! (Don't hesitate to tell me about the errors…)

Pairing : Mitchell! OC x Rooster, mention of Kazansky! OC x Hangman, mention of OC × Iceman

Summary : Two years after the uranium mission, Maverick enjoys his new life. Working on his plane, drinking beer at the Hard Deck, building a limpy little family with Penny and her daughter, Rooster, his WSO's son and Blizzard, his wingman's and old friend's daughter. 

Everything change the day he got a call which announces the existence of a 26 years daughter. 

Discover the story of Ally and Bradley, find out if Kathleen will deal with her father's legacy, and meet Beck, the first woman graduate of Top Gun.

Warning : VERY BAD WRITING, age gap, mention of death, mention of diseases, mention of parents death, mention of s*x but nothing descriptive

The Hard Deck was animated tonight. Some pilots just came back from deployment. Among them, Kathleen “Blizzard” Kazansky, Natasha “Phoenix” Trace and Robert “Bob” Floyd. They were on the other side of the room with other pilots including Bardley “Rooster” Bradshaw and Jake “Hangman” Seresin. 

It’s been a full week since Maverick got Claudia’s call. He hasn't had any news since. He respects Claudia’s decision. But the idea of having a daughter somewhere and that perhaps he will never meet haunted him. He didn’t tell Penny about Allyson. He didn’t know how to tell her and to be honest, he was afraid of the reaction his girlfriend could have. Penny and Mav took so much time to finally be together. He was terrified at the idea of spoiling everything. 

From his stool he watches Kat playing with the ring she wears around her neck without paying attention. It was Iceman’s Annapolis ring. Kat wears it every time since his death. Even when she is flying, the precious jewel is hiding under her fly suit. Before she launches, she brings the ring to her lips and whispers “fly with me”. Like a little prayer. She doesn’t really need prayer. Kat got the skills from both of her parents : the top graduate of Top Gun 86 promotion : Tom “Iceman” Kazansky; and the first woman ever to graduate from Top Gun : Becca “Blizzard” Morrow. But it was important for her to keep her father close to her. 

Maverick remembers the bond that his wingman got with his daughter. Their complicity, their look for each other. Iceman never misses a ballet show. Kat’s always searching for her father in the crowd. How they mourned Becca when she died. How Ice was so proud to see his daughter being the top graduate of her Top Gun’s promo. 

The answer of “who is the best pilot between Maverick and Iceman” was still a mystery. But about fatherhood ? Iceman wins, definitely. 

“Earth to Maverick !”

Pete was so lost in his thought that he didn’t see Blizzard approach. She has an amusing smile on her lips. 

“Head on the cloud captain ?” “It looks like, lieutenant.” Maverick answers, putting his beer to his lips. Kat sat on the stool next to him and ordered a Vodka with ice. Maverick smiled. She inherited not only her father’s skill but also his taste in drink. “On me” Pete told Jimmy. Kat thanks him. 

“Bradley told me about the girl.” Maverick barely jumps on his stool and looks over his shoulder. Penny was on the other side of the bar. Kat follows his look and her eyes wide. “You didn’t tell Penny ?” Maverick looks back at Kat. He wasn’t suprise that Bradley told her about Allyson. Rooster and Blizzard were like siblings. They became much closer after Ice's death, when Bradley was the only one that understood Kat’s pain.  

“I don’t know how to tell her. It’s complicated.” Kat raises an eyebrow. “complicated ? Given the age you’ve got when you finally end up together, it’s not breaking news that you’ve got a life before her. Just like she got a life before you.” “Yeah but it’s a little strange don’t you think ? A child coming from nowhere twenty-six year later.” Kat burst out laughing. “You are talking to Hangman’s girlfriend ! If tomorrow a woman walks through that door carrying a toddler with blond hair, green eyes and a bloody southern accent, I wouldn’t even be surprised !” She looks away and frowns. “In fact, I’m surprised it’s not already happening.” Mav laughs. “Tell her, Mav. Trust her and tell her.” Mav looks at Blizzard. She looked like her mother except for her eyes. She’s got Iceman’s blue eyes. 

As a woman, she was a mixt of both, her father’s wisdom and her mother’s talent for delivering ego checks. And it was the same way as a pilot. She inherits the cold blood of Iceman. When she is flying, she stays calm no matter the situation. A natural leader. However, she is flying like her mother did. More risky, more on the edge of the abyss. 

A perfect blend of Ice and Storm : Blizzard. 

Maverick nods, he promesses her to tell Penny. Kat put a hand on his shoulder and rejoined the other young pilot. As soon as she was on his side, Kat put her arm on Jake’s waist. Still talking to Bradley, Jake put his arm around Kat’s shoulder and pecked a kiss on her head. 

____________

The Hard Deck, two years ago.

Phoenix's face glowed when she saw her ex Top Gun's roommate enter the bar. "Kat !" She took her friend in her arms as a warm welcome. Bizzard smiled at her friend and before she could ask her some news, she heard an annoying tone. "Well, well, well. Look who's here. Our princess of the sky." Even if she didn't look at him, Blizzard could hear Hangman's smirk. "Well, well, well" she imitated him, her voice as cold as ice. "Bagman." She kicked the pool’s cue he leant on, which hit right on the cocky blond pilot's crotch. Hangman bent in two, hissing of pain. Coyote, Payback, Fanboy and Bob cringed of solidarity pain. 

Blizzard leaned toward Hangman and whispered to him, a smirk on her lips "what did I tell you about the pet name ?"

She greeted Coyote, Payback and Fanboy and looked at the shy pilot. "You should be Bob, aren't you ?" She reached out to him with a warm smile. Bob nervously shook her hand, not used to the young woman's change of mood. "Nice to meet you. I'm Blizzard. Or Kat, for friends." With the last words she sends a dagger look at Hangman who's smirk totally disappears off his face. 

It was at this moment that Bradley Bradshaw chose to make his entrance. All the pilot cheers at him.

Phoenix sent him her cue on his stomach for not telling her he was back in the States. 

"Right in the pocket." Kat mocked softly, giving a high five to Phoenix. Rooster got up and looked at Phoenix. “Nice to see you too.” He turned to Blizzard and opened his arm to put his childhood friend in a bear hug. "Hello, Kitty Kat."

#fanfiction #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun 86 #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #rooster x oc #hangman x oc #iceman x oc

[dashawfrostart]

This Week In "Time & Again" #5: Busy Busy! and How I Adhere To Content Guidelines Through Creating Extra Layers! 🤪

Hello there! Let's start off with an important announcement right away: your dedicated artist a.k.a. The Proud Mother of Jeanny and Lothar now has a day job! What?! You though the artists never have day jobs because most of them post 24/7?! Well YOU'RE WRONG! Artists need money for living, too, and since art pretty much never pays anyway 🤣... This is why I'm doing it! Aside from a certain personal challenge that I don't have any intention to disclose. So the things are gonna get pretty busy for me until the end of December! Which means it will most certainly slow down the work on "Time & Again" for me - plus the other little extra goals I've outlined earlier in the previous post. But I'm not in a hurry, so we'll see how it's gonna go for me 😁 Ta-daaaaaa! Moreover, my new job already gave me some extra inspiration for something that I most likely will utilize in promo materials, extra arts, and perhaps even in the pages of the chapters themselves. So it's all going quite well right now.

I know, I know, some of you might really NOT want to hear that yet again 🤣, but anyway! Christmas is on its way. While I was trying to figure out what yummy dishes to prepare for our snowy and magical holiday feast, I suddenly found myself musing about what Lothar really used to enjoy as a Christmas treat when he was little and cute (and not yet broken). The succulent German dishes I prepared last Christmas and New Year's, carefully following the recipes mainly taken from chefkoch.de only avoiding limited ingredients that we don't like, turned out simply delish! I'd like to do something equally spectacular this year as well. So, what would Lothar - as a child and as an adult - absolutely love to have for Christmas dinner in his homeland in Germany?.. Hmmm. Would he rather have Bratwürstchen mit Kartoffelsalat, or something along the lines of Entebraten/Gänsebraten, or even a baked festive fish?!.. Or maybe he'll just go casual and get himself a burger (with colourful sugary icing sprinkles, because well, you know, Xmas and all???)?! Oh maaan, so many things to consider! 🤣 I think this is a very difficult question for me to find the right answer to. That is perhaps because I've never even decided which town he's from. But I do certainly have a feeling he comes from Norddeutschland somewhere... He strikes me as a person who was born in a big and pretty town on the north of Germany. This is probably important to know in order to figure out the answer to my question outlined above. And it's also important to figure out what his favourite soccer team is. For, you know, it's important to German folks. I believe he still likes soccer - he probably simply doesn't have a lot of time to invest into watching it, for he has... much more important matters to attend to. Indubitably. However, strictly speaking, before trying to push my brain to do creative yoga and bending it in all of the imaginary - and non-imaginary - ways possible, the largest question is as follows: Ist das überhaupt wichtig?.. Because in art, certain things have significance only within specifically defined contexts. There's no need to work on something if it does not serve any purpose within the story whatsoever. I am a big fan of the idea that every little element in an art piece should bear significance within its concept. This is how it has always been for me, and this is definitely how I always work on my written and visual stories - and that's also how I will work on my videogame if I ever get a chance in the future - and I want to keep on going ahead with that idea.

But I digress again! Back to "Time & Again"!

(here's a cute little gif of a very bored Lothar... or is it what's REALLY going on on that particular frame?.. 😉)

As I've been dedicatedly and steadily going forward with the lineart for every each page of Chapter 5, I made an interesting discovery - or rather, I came to an interesting conclusion. Unlike the previous chapters, this one is going to be, well, let's say, more graphic. Don't get me wrong: going overboard with excessive violence and "shock content" that is incredibly popular nowadays (cynicism and sarcasm intended) is a total and strict no-no for me, because I really think the world could really go without it - or at least, as an artist, I would not like to contribute to this ridiculousness. So in my story, depictions of violence are going to be very limited and sparing for the reader.

However, in Chapter 5, certain so-called "graphic" parts are essential and irreplaceable. It's pretty clear that any endeavour to define terms such as "little violence" or "too much violence" is purely subjective, and everyone of us has absolutely different degree of tolerance towards this kind of stuff (which, by the way, is incredibly important to be mindful about, I think! and a lot of people, sadly, aren't like that), therefore every website that allows you to host and post such kind of content must have those guidelines outlined in the terms of use - and the tricky thing is, it's similar yet still varies from place to place. So I check on the content guidelines every time right away when I'm trying to decide if I want to share my works on particular platforms or not. In case with "Time & Again" that I PERSONALLY define as a strictly "18+" story (prove me wrong 🤪), you can easily understand how important it all is to make sure that Jeanny and Lothar - and anybody else they contact - don't get burnt on a stake. That would be very unfortunate for them... And for me, too. To avoid another one overwhelmingly giant post (or a series of such), I'm not gonna go into detail and start a whole new thread of discussion about ratings, content guidelines, and so on - although even up to this very day, as a content creator, I'm still not certain about some stuff and cannot fully agree with those concepts. But let's leave the theories out of this post for now (or completely out of my blog - because why should I even bother?..).

Anyway, finally wrapping up this giant prelude and avoiding digressions (which I do extremely badly on my part, but at least I honestly admit it 😁), my point is, I decided to make a few separate layers for "injury makeup" on my characters that can be easily turned off in case they're considered "too much". Thus, all the bruises, scabs (if any), cuts and scratches (if any), and, finally, streaks of blood are gonna be kept on a separate layer (or 2 separate layers - not sure, we'll see about that) to be easily removed for good prior to posting on certain platforms (if the content guidelines call for that). Here, an easy fix! Just like awesome patches for some very old games that don't work on modern PCs anymore (a very good comparison for me, actually). Later on, once The Colouring stage of my work is finally on, perhaps, I will show you what it's gonna look like - that is, only if there are not going to be any major spoilers, of course.

Since I'm trying to avoid spoilers, I don't think I can show you a lot of screenshots today 🤷‍♀️. Although the work on the lineart for the chapter is virtually half complete as of today, I think I'm gonna postpone showing off the progress and I'll just stick another one animated gif in here, again. Because everybody loves animated gifs, right?! Here goes! 😁 Demonstrates how simple it is to draw Lothar's hair.

Since my materials are growing, I'm planning to open a thread with all the WIP stuffs from Chapter 5 on Krita forum sometime soon. I've done something like that before, for Chapter 4, but already after the official release, if I remember correctly - you can view that thread here - don't forget to scroll down to see more. So stay tuned, for one of the next posts I'm gonna make will contain a link to the forum thread with all my Chapter 5 sketches/WIPs.

And for now... Tha-tha-that's all folks! See you very soon! And don't forget to sip on your lovely hot chocolate with cute lil' marshmallows casually floating on its surface - this is the season after all! 👋🤗

#This Week In Time And Again #TimeAndAgainbyDWF #wips #krita #graphic novel

[waywardmillennial]

ph finale and s5 theories

I’m not actually mad at Ryan. he was surprised that the deal went south so that means he didn’t want the Professor to die he just wanted to win for once and maybe teach the Professor a lesson. 

this is what he said after the finale on wiscord:

even though he should have known better about messing around with demons!

don’t forget that the Professor gave away his last jellybean and acknowledged it would make him weak - even when Ryan refused it at first

RYAN YOU BETTER GET TO SAVING YOUR FUZZY BLUE PAL!!

when Shane said there was a detail that would have newfound weight, he then came on wiscord today and said

and this is a line in the song:

YET ANOTHER CONNECTION BETWEEN THE PROFESSOR AND JOSE RIZAL!   

Rizal was killed for being a nerd who just loved learning as I said in my post here

The Rizal episode is also when the Professor was sans satchel - which is the source of his power as we learned

(I do have questions about how if he poops the jelly beans, how can they be the source of his power? so he creates his own life force?? maybe he can save himself then?)

as he fell into dino land he was separated from the satchel

the Professor got chomped but the satchel did not

does this mean we can hope that the source of his power can bring him back?? and with that I’ve collected a few theories

SEASON 5 THEORIES

yeah I don’t think this is the last season of PH. it’s probably their most popular show so they’d be kinda silly to abandon it. Shane has plans for more seasons (as he mentioned on the wiscord). but I also think they’ve committed pretty hard to the Professor being a major part of their branding so I think they’ll bring him back (fingers crossed). 

this could happen by:

1. the Professor was given the power of time travel, so technically he’s still alive out there somewhere. we could theoretically get him back it would just be a Professor who doesn’t know what has happened in the past four seasons bcuz he traveled from a different time (my first theory)

2. the dino can’t actually digest him and poops him out. we get our Professor back (wiscord theory). backed up by the fact that the satchel is still out there.

3. Ryan has to track down the devil or the genie and make another deal to get the Professor back (tumblr theory). 

3a. what would this cost him? would he be taken away? (aka they use this as a way to get that first chair empty and rotate out two history guests each week? or would he have to acknowledge that he will NEVER win as his part of the deal (my addition to theory 3)

or maybe we get a new host in s5  I hate this option

my original theory could still hold that we’ll get a new or transformed Professor next season. apparently the parts for the original puppet are becoming harder to source. I know the stunt double Randy is there, but how long can they last? also Shane mentioned needing to repair or remodel (emphasis mine) the theatre soon, so who knows what next season could bring. maybe we get the bigger professor puppet I hypothesized about.

IN CONCLUSION

this ending sucks - I was so happy when that portal in the sky opened thinking he’d be alright and then that dino came outta nowhere and killed all my dreams (props to the editing team though that whole ending was well made)

I know Shane likes messing with us and killing beloved characters but I’m holding out hope that we’ll get the Professor back. I wouldn’t put it past him to release promos of s5 with a new puppet, to pull an uno reverse in the first episode and bring back our beloved Professor. but I won’t really know what to believe until s5 airs and that sucks.

EDIT: just to clarify that the ending sucks emotionally - the episode and the entire season was very well-made, fun, interesting and crafted with care and passion by a whole team of dedicated people <3

#Puppet History #Puppet History spoilers #PH Lore #created by me #read more for spoilers and because it got long #PH s4 Finale

[just-the-hiddles]

Your Fandom Isn’t Dying...

So I got asked a really interesting question the other week.  A lovely follower asked me what I thought was the cause for the Hiddles (and by a lesser extent the Loki) fandom slow death.  I came back with an answer but I want to dive a little deeper into this.  Because I have thoughts. I’m on exile island. So let’s go. I will be talking specifically about those two fandoms because well look at the url.  But many of these ideas, thoughts, concepts, etc. apply to many fandoms.

1. Pandemic. Y’all we are STILL in a pandemic. Nearly two years and counting.  And while many may have sought comfort in their fandom within the earlier times of COVID.  Life has a sneaky way of requiring your attention.  There is a “business as usual” mentality. Note it is not business as usual. And with that, many have had to step away from their fandom pursuits.

2. Social Media Platforms Are Not Friendly To Creators. Talk to any content creator on just about any social media platform and they will likely tell you engagement is down.  Instagram keeps tweaking its algothrim. TikTok doesn’t reward content creators and bans accounts.  Tumblr shadowbans or marks explicit creators (Waves hello from exile island). And that is not even taking into accountable the fans, followers, readers, consumers. Which brings me to...

3. Engagement and Feedback Is Down For Creators. It’s a vicious cycle. The readers don’t engage, reblog, comment, so creators create less because despite what you may want to think and what I have said previously, creators usually don’t create for the hell of it. They want, they need positive reinforcement. And when that is not there, they stop creating, there’s less to respond to. It’s hard writing to a brick wall.

4. Bullying and Harassment. I don’t know how else to discuss this, but this happens ALL THE TIME.  And this is not just about the bullying and harassment of individual creators, I am talking about the trend to attack ANYONE who may express a differing opinion from your own.  

So let’s talk Loki for a moment. When the series was announced, people were excited, people were nervous.  There was speculation, there were leaked photos, there was promo. At that point, things were staying relatively pleasant. But you could see what happened coming from a mile away. And then the series premiered.   And holy fucking hell. I saw things along the lines of If you liked this show, you’re evil and support inc#$t. Poor Tom for having to be dragged into this project (he was an executive producer, he spoke in multiple interviews about how involved he was in the process of developing the series). There were death threats, harassment. ALL OF IT. OVER FICTIONAL CHARACTERS! It essentially got to a point where if someone said anything that didn’t sound like outright disgust, the “antis” (I hate that fucking word) were all over it. I was unfollowing, blocking, and just not coming onto Tumblr more so than ever before.  And so were many of my friends.  No one wants to hang out somewhere where someone dropped a bunch of rotting food in the middle of room. Your opinion is yours, but no one else may want to hear it but that doesn’t mean you get to use it as a weapon.

5. Fans/Readers/Followers Have Become More Demanding and Entitled.  Again, this is not new behavior but it seems like it is increasing in frequency and bizarreness. Like most recently a great Loki writer on here wrote a story that didn’t exclusively feature Loki. GASP! Many of her readers took it upon themselves to jump into her inbox (anon, naturally. Because if you’re going to be nasty you don’t want to show your face) to tell her to stay in her lane and only write Loki.  BITCH SAY WHAT?! You, as a consumer, do not dictate what a creator creates.  Period. No ifs, no buts, no coconuts. 

And that goes for most things.  You don’t get to go into someone’s inbox (again anon, NOT THE FACE) and demand they post the next chapter. They will post when they are damn good and ready.  Don’t fucking send death threats because they wrote dark fic and they hurts your sensibilities.  JUST DON’T. It makes you look like a dick and has the exact opposite effect.

Another side of this little entitled coin, is this bizarre notion that we as fans are somehow entitled to a piece of the character/celebrities. Are you a member of their family? Part of their PR team? No? Well then back about about 100 feet.  While the virtue of being a celebrity often forces someone into the spotlight it does not mean their lives are on display.  That means you shouldn’t be posting personal contact information about them, their loved ones, girlfriends/boyfriends, etc. Yeah why you know their home address anyways? Hmmm.... And if your main crush finds love, be fucking happy for them.  Love is a rare and special gift and to find that in the fishbowl they live in can be an extraordinary task.  This is not a rom com, this is not “if he only met me, he would leave her and be with me” My Best Friend’s Wedding scenario.  Remember Julia Roberts didn’t get the guy in the end. 

6. Things Change and People Need To Change Too. As with everything in life, fandom comes in ebbs and flows. Like the Hiddles fandom, 2019 was a glorious year. We had Betrayal, we were getting Stage Door appearance nightly. It was delicious. We got stuff during the pandemic while everyone was cooped up with Coriolanus, Loki filming.2021 was the series, filming new things, interviews, etc.  We were eating rich. But now it is quiet, so we hold onto things from the past and reminisce.  And that’s okay.  Things change and evolve.  

So when you think about fandom dying, think about the behavior happening in fandom.  Maybe it’s not dying, maybe people are essentially killing it, rather than encouraging it.

Hope you have the day you deserve! 

#jth ramble #jth rants #fandom #tom hiddleston #loki #loki tv series #fandom is not dying #people are just dicks #support creators

[feelingofcontent]

DNP Rewatch: Giving The People What They Want

Date video was published: 04/15/2018 (X)

DNP Main Channel Rewatch: 375

Time for the pre-Interactive Introverts videos! So good.

0:04 - “the Dan and Phil in 2018, eh?” line has so many implications with the hindsight of knowing they were planning to come out that year

0:16 - Dan really was proud of that graphic design

0:35 - very different from the first tour when they were really playing up their “characters”

0:46 - Dan immediately thinks Phil is doing this very awkwardly...he really never goes by “Philip”

1:07 - lol at Phil’s scared face

1:22 - Dan had tweeted about a week ahead of this...love that they put Tyler’s tweet in the forefront in editing there 😂

1:39 - we haven’t seen the giant TATINOF “P” in Phil’s background before

1:43 - Phil’s ginger roots in this video! and the little shoulder bump

1:49 - “I was just there as a guest reading the questions” sure.

1:59 - even Dan had to add an “I’m joking” on the end of that. didn’t want to leave any confusion on that

2:13 - I can’t believe they were too surprised about that

2:16 - both of them with soft smiles looking at the screen before playing it 🥺

2:24 - Phil went very northern with the “we look so young!”

2:38 - that wasn’t a horrible era of Phil hair though

2:44 - Phil’s like ‘don’t insult my editing!’ 😂

3:00 - the shock! lol

3:15 - self-aware Dan there with the “literally”

3:21 - Dan putting this clip full frame with no comment was really something 😭

3:26 - how after editing his own videos for years does Phil not know he does the tongue-thing when laughing?!

3:43 - love Phil calling out his own messy room...and pointing out the pants specifically 👀

4:03 - “we’ve still got that in our kitchen” help. the really do keep all the memories

4:09 - Dan now being able to imitate baby Phil’s “light” exactly too is adorable

4:20 - Phil does not look like he wants to give an answer to this on camera

4:37 - Dan calling him “Philip” here after earlier saying it doesn’t work for him, lol

4:45 - Dan refusing to say PINOF is cringe

4:54 - “ten years next year. ten years of knowing you” just 😭

5:06 - the difference in colors in the piles is hilarious. also Dan with an inside-out pair of jeans there

5:21 - did they decide to film this in the hallway right outside the bedroom from pure laziness of not wanting to move the clothes anywhere? haha

5:23 - love Dan’s giant grin when he walks out in the first outfit...also Dan looks so good in color!

5:57 - and every time we see Dan wearing these jeans now, all I think of is “crotch slapper.” thanks Phil

6:08 - and Phil does look great in black! he’s got a bit of nervous finger-snapping happening

6:17 - bit of Dan hyena laugh there

6:32 - love Dan’s immediate laughter at “ladybird chic” 😂

6:37 - and the “everything is improved with a bit of glitter” is one of my favorite Phil lines

6:58 - yeah, this one does not look like Phil at all

7:00 - Dan’s “wooo” at the ripped jeans takes me right back to Viewers Pick My Outfits!

7:31 - a good description for the original DITL video

7:55 - the wheel 👀 Phil was not pleased when the tore it down in 2012

8:02 - @calvinahobbes​ explains Dan’s “metaphor” comment SO WELL in the tags of this post

8:15 - “a Manchester macchiato” help 🥺

8:23 - awww, the actual recreation bit

8:56 - fuck they’re fond about that first apartment

9:11 - I actually think they were in Manchester and filmed this before Dan even tweeted for ideas for this video...they must have known “recreate videos” would be a suggestion

9:15 - when this video posted, this was probably the most surprising of the things they actually did. also the one Phil hinted at when promoing this video

9:31 - unnecessary hand gestures from Phil there. “christ” is right, Dan

9:41 - I feel like they could have had a little more floorspace somewhere else

9:55 - “I’m just gonna put my ass in the air and hope for the best” 😂😂 also Dan’s “choice” Phil quote of the video

10:03 - don’t want to know, thanks 😳

10:12 - actually impressed that they managed one

10:33 - Dan with the call out there and also a Dan line that randomly just goes through my head in his exact tone

10:41 - Phil then changing his mind is just great...I think this one is difficult for them because their legs are so much longer than their arms

10:49 - Dan being extra dramatic while Phil just laughs

11:02 - LMAO just...them even picking this one. was a lot.

11:13 - just...what even was this

11:49 - Dan at this point definitely thinks people want them to get a dog for “couple” reasons

12:05 - “meet a new member of the family” 🥺 almost 4 years later, still on actual dog hill

12:34 - they’re wearing the same clothes, but Phil’s wearing different socks so I’m guessing this might have been filmed a different day

13:02 - god all of the dog footage is adorable

13:34 - they talked at some point...in a live show I think? that Phil did not know this one was coming and was actually super nervous about it

13:54 - Phil swears a lot more now on YouTube...just still no “shit” or “fuck”

14:41 - curling up into a protective ball 🥺

14:46 - what happened during that jump cut. somehow the pillow Phil was grabbing got into Dan’s hands, and it’s such an immediate cut in

14:54 - Dan’s smiling so big

15:05 - ahahaha at Dan using the fireworks effect too

15:11 - I like “trapped in a world” there

15:46 - Dan really can’t say anything after calling him “Philip” at least twice during this

16:02 - Phil looks so fond about that. also Dan bleeping “shit” after Phil just said “fuck” ...sure

16:36 - lol at the single tweet with the “archery” suggestion

17:45 - teaser for the next video!

I mean, I love this video, but it’s not one of my favorite joint videos of all time. Like, it wouldn’t make a “top 10″ list for me. And I think that is mostly due to how Dan seems almost...aggressive? in parts of it. Which makes some sense after the reaction to TTLMT and everything. 

I am fascinated by the difference in Dan’s attitude toward their audience in this video versus in the Mukbang after they had met a lot of the audience irl. I really do think the tour was a crucial part of Dan’s journey.

#dan and phil #dnp #dnpRewatch #daniel howell #danisnotonfire #amazingphil #dan howell #phil lester #daniel howell videos #Giving The People What They Want

[cloudykaii]

jumping to conclusions

pairing: kim seokjin x reader

summary: Jin x reader angst where reader hasn't been spending much time with him or everyday has to go somewhere so he thinks they're cheating on him but when Jin decides to talk to reader about it they were actually trying to do something cute and rlly fluffy🥺🥺for him since he'd been tired with promo and stuff

warnings: mentions of cheating

He didn’t know how to feel. You meant the world to him, and he was so busy lately, he felt like he was never getting to see you. It didn’t help that whenever he came home to try and find you, you weren’t there. There was always a note on the kitchen table saying you were out, and he wasn’t surprised to find another one there tonight.

At first, he was sad, it felt like your schedule was so far away from his and he never got to see you. After a couple weeks, he started getting suspicious. Where could you possible be going at this time? It had been like three weeks on repeat, and he couldn’t remember the last time he saw you.

Now, he was just angry. To him, there was only one explanation. You had someone else. He supposed he shouldn’t be too surprised really. He was never here, and it was probably easier for you to cheat on him. Still, he thought you loved him a little more than that. He couldn’t stop himself from scrawling, ‘hope you have fun with him,’ on the paper underneath your writing before going to the bedroom to get a few changes of clothes so he could leave.

When he came back, you were standing there, holding the paper with tears in your eyes. He stilled, and your eyes fell on the suitcase he was dragging behind him, letting out a sob. “You really think I would cheat on you?” Your voice was so sad it made his heart ache, but he threw his hands up in response.

“What else could you be doing?” He asked. “I get home late every night, and you’re always gone. You don’t even try to text or call me anymore, and when you do it’s like you don’t want to talk. If there isn’t someone else than what is it?’ He asked. If you didn’t know him so well, you wouldn’t be able to catch the sad tremor in his voice hidden beneath the hurt anger. “Did you fall out of love with me?”

The words came out in a whisper from his mouth and you were quick to protest, crying. “No! Neither of those,” you sniffled. “You’ve been so busy, lately. You’ve been so tired coming home from work, and you haven’t even had time to really care for yourself properly,” you started, before pointing to the bags on the table that he hadn’t noticed before. “I wanted to surprise you,” you hiccuped, turning away from him.

Jin moved tentatively to get up and look through the bags, and when he did his heart shattered. Ingredients to his favorite meal, rose petals, his favorite products, snacks and movies. “Y/N..”

“I was going to set it all up for you to wake up to,” you whispered. “I knew you had tomorrow totally off, and I spent weeks finding everything for you... I wanted it to be perfect, because I love you so much, and I could only go late at night because of my own job,” you hiccuped again, turning away to the wall.

“Y/N.. fuck, I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I really am, I just thought-”

“I know what you thought,” you cut him off. “And I’m sorry for being so secretive, but I would never do that to you.. I thought you trusted me better than that.”

Jin didn’t know what to say. He did trust you, he thought. He was just overworked and insecure. Because it would be so easy for you to leave him for someone who could actually be there for you.. he guessed he was just projecting that. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.. I-I don’t know what I can say to make it better.”

You took a shaky breath before looking at him. “I’m not mad,” you managed. It hurt, but it wasn’t surprising that he jumped to such a conclusion. and getting mad over something like this wouldn’t get you guys in the direction either of you wanted to be in. “Just... I love you so much. Can’t you please trust me?’

Jin nodded eagerly. “Absolutely,” his arms tugged you towards his chest. “I promise I’ll always get your side of the story first, baby, I’m so sorry.” He kissed your shoulder. “I love you so much.. I’m sorry. Thank you for doing this for me.”

You hugged him back tightly, murmuring to him. “I just love you. I promise.”

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