#i like going out and maybe dancing and drinking and whatnot

[itsvelyria]

"f1 drivers as happy taylor swift songs"

happy testing week everybody!!

Charles Leclerc

yeah, you know i did one thing right🩷

he watches as you mutter conspiratorially with his mother, whispers in each other's ears and shooting glares to whoever dares eavesdrop. sitting on his childhood sofa, he reflects on the past and his life, pondering in the moment of silence. and there is this voice in his head that talks to him, reminding him of every regret, every single person he's loved and lost. he tries to shut the voice out, knowing full well the negativity never does any good. but as arthur had put it at dinner earlier, it seems as though he's been more relaxed of late. he brushes it off, but as his eyes train on the one he loved getting along swimmingly with the woman who loved him first, he thinks to chalk it up to the tiny nagging voice in his head that had appeared a few days ago out of the blue. the voice was a stark contrast to its predecessor, this one a ball of golden light, saying that maybe he's fucked up a lot, but at least he's got you.

Carlos Sainz

i know heaven's a thing, I go there when you touch me, honey💕

there is this undeniable tingle in his spine when your soft skin presses against his. even in the blistering Spanish heat, he welcomes any skin contact from you. he glances down at where the floppy sunhat blocks most of your face from the sun, and your eyes from his. wondering how much trouble you would give him if he flings the dreadful hat into the ocean, he misses the request you direct up at him. repeating the question, he nods, taking the suncream from your outstretched hands. he takes his time with the lotion, savouring every second his hands are on your back. you thank him with a quick press of your lips to his cheek and he rests a hand on your thigh, bending down to steal another from your lips. his love language was definitely physical touch, especially if it was yours.

Danny Ricciardo

i dared you to kiss me and ran when you tried💚

the sunshine is warm on your skin but the shoulder that brushes against yours is warmer. danny’s contagious laughter is carried by the gentle breeze that passes through the park. at age 9, danny had charmed your mom enough to let him bring her 7-year-old out on an adventure. your peripheral vision shows a teenage couple giggling over clasped hands, and when you’re young, you don’t think of the consequences, so the words slip out. “i bet you won't kiss me right here, right now”. and danny leans in, always ready for any challenge. and just as your lips are about to meet, you burst into laughter, darting away. you can still remember delightfully screaming through the public park as danny gives chase. it’s the same park he proposed in, after all.

George Russell

you wish it was me, don't you?💜

immersed in the classy ambiance of an art exhibition, george navigates the gallery adorned with bright splashes of paint marked contemporary. despite being engaged in interesting chatter, an inexplicable force compels you to lift your gaze, and it locks onto the familiar curls across the room. amid the elegant hum of hushed whispers, the air shifts, his lingering eyes meeting yours, giving rise to a thump in your chest. as his blue orbs drink in your form. once. twice. the rising tension manifests in the prickle of your bare shoulders and the unspoken question echoes amidst the artistic expressions. you yearn to step closer, to be the one on his arm. but long strands of brown silk and emerald green are in your place. and though his eyes long to meet yours again, there is nothing but empty space in your stead.

Lando Norris

so baby, can we dance through an avalanche?🖤

you drop the heavy box on the floor, the fatigue in your bones too wearisome to hold you up any longer. coupled with the emptiness of your apartment and the lack of a certain laughter in the stagnant air, you crumple onto the unmade bed. lying there for what seems like eternity, the thoughts of your future and whatnot plaguing your mind. the weight of unemployment burns heavily, so much so that you miss the sound of the door letting someone through. another body sags beside you, the familiar cologne staining your nostrils. your head turns, finding purchase in the shoulder beside. the stupid orange shirt reminds you of your limited time with him and something clicks. the home system is called upon as a DJ, playing soundtracks of celebration as you pull your boyfriend around the room in a made-up waltz, laughing at his put-out expression and then over the absolute misery that is life. despite the chaos, your heart still finds comfort in its other half’s presence.

Lewis Hamilton

romance is not dead, if you keep it just yours💙

as you clean the apartment you share with lewis, your gaze falls onto the cream card hidden just between your books. Persuasion and Porchia, you note. the seal on it a light purple, the shape of a heart in the hardened wax, and you can picture your boyfriend sliding it onto your bookshelf before he had left for another race this morning, a smirk on his face as he imagines you finding it, and you already know what it is. tracing the edges of the envelope lightly, you break the seal and slide the pages out, unfolding it to reveal the handwriting you had come to reverent. in swooping sloping cursive letters, he proclaims his love again, like he does in every single one of these. and as cheesy as it is, you treasure every single one of them, tucking them away in a little box at the corner of your wardrobe. someday when you have kids, maybe you'll take it out to show them just how deeply their father loves.

Max Verstappen

i don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you🩶

he knew this. he knew full well his career would take him across the world for three quarters out of the year and yet, the one thing he failed to realize was that nothing would feel like home. and then he found you, the absolute enigma that chose to do the same thing he did, realising early on that your home wasn’t in a place. and the streets of Kyoto were just lifeless alleyways till you pointed out the cosy glow of the warm streetlights with your brown streaked hair that shined gold under them and the dark nightscape with the way you shined in his eyes. you did the same for the beaches in Miami and balconies of Spain, easing the loneliness in his memories. slowly but surely, the words you had spoken to him were coming true and his home was taking the shape of you.

#f1 headcanons #f1 imagine #f1 fluff #f1 x reader #formula one fluff #formula one x reader #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc x reader #carlos sainz fluff #carlos sainz x reader #daniel ricciardo fluff #daniel ricciardo x reader #george russell fluff #george russell x reader #lando norris fluff #lando norris x reader #lewis hamilton fluff #lewis hamilton x reader #max verstappen fluff #max verstappen x reader #my writing #itsvelyria

[jhkfan123]

money power glory| coriolanus snow

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

in which: coriolanus, your classmate since forever, keeps eying you from across the academy ball. while you talked to him daily, in class and whatnot, the two of you were merely acquaintances. until now.

warnings: kind of stalker-y coriolanus snow, but not too bad. other than that nothing

wc: 1.7k

au: snows never lost their money,

the academy ball was the event of the year. funded by mr. strabo plinth, it was always extravagant. and this being you senior year at the academy, you weren't going to let yourself down.

you decided on a very sparkly, floor length gown, that shimmered with each movement. it included a very high slit that ended just above your thigh. you decided on strappy heels that sparkled just as much as your dress. your hair was half up half down, with a white bow securing the upper portion.

this year, you decided you weren't going to commit to a date. you had gone with different people over the years, but being free from a date allowed you to dance with anyone you wanted, and you liked that freedom.

the ball was always held at the swan house. it really had only started ten years ago when the war ended, but with the elegant decor and abundant flowers, you would have never known that a war was not far gone.

when you arrived at the ball, your driver helped you step out. there were many lights on, and you could hear the chatter and the music from outside. you weren't technically late, as there wasn't a formal start time, but you certainly weren't early.

when you walked in, you took in your surroundings. the dim lights, the slow music, the avoxes walking around with trays of hors d'oeuvres. the entryway had a coat check, and a seating arrangement chart, though no one was seated for too long. anyone at any given time was either dancing, chatting, or hooking up.

however, you made your way to your seat anyways, allowing you to put your bag down and have a place to come home too. then, you looked around for someone to talk to. eventually, you laid eyes on sejanus plinth, your classmate. you made your way over with a smile on your face. on the way there, you were offered a glass of champagne, and took it gladly.

"enjoying the party?" you snuck up on him. he looked over at you, breaking him out of his people-watching trance. you took a sip of your champagne.

"hardly. these extravagant parties shouldn't even be happening." you always noticed that sejanus had something to say.

"and why's that?" you asked.

"because out in the districts.." you rolled you eyes, he always seemed to mange to bring this up. "...they have nothing, not even flowers. and look at us, using them in our drinks as a garnish." he gestured to the drink in his hand, a flower floating atop it.

"c'mon sejanus, it's our senior year. you need to enjoy this party at least once." he scoffed. you looked at him, then out of your peripheral vision, your eyes set on a boy, staring over at you from the other wall.

you recognized him as your classmate, coriolanus snow. his head was slightly higher, and he seemed to be looking down at you. you flashed a closed mouth smile, not really sure what to do. he didn't return it, only lowered his head for a brief moment.

"maybe you're right. but being capitol is going to kill me." he replied. you looked back at him again.

"you know that you'd have a higher chance of dying in the districts, right?" you joked. you realized it may be a little insensitive. "i'm sorry."

"it's alright. don't worry. go enjoy the ball. i can see i'm being a mood killer." he said. you nodded, tapped him on his arm, and walked away.

you didn't get far before festus creed approached you. he was the certified asshole of your class. you rolled your eyes before he could even talk to you.

"need a dance partner?" he asked. he took your hand

"i'll find a different dance partner." you tugged your hand out of his grasp. "go find some girl to hookup with."

"i'll do that later. for now, as our last year, dance with me." he moved closer. " you felt bad for him, having to act like this to get any attention.

"you get one dance." he made a fist with his hand and cheered in the air. he escorted you to the dance floor. you reluctantly took his hand, and danced with him. you could tell he was really taking in the moment. this was not what you wanted to spend your time doing. you waltzed with him for a moment, constantly having to position his hand where you thought acceptable.

"i'll take her now, festus." you heard behind you. you saw festus gain a look of annoyance. he dropped you and walked away. then, you saw coriolanus snow. he took your hand, placed a hand on your back, and began to dance with you, picking up the same rhythm as you had with festus.

"hello." you said. for some reason, you weren't even half as reluctant to dance with him. must be the fact he rescued you from festus.

"i could tell he was annoying you." he commented. he was definitely right.

"thanks for rescuing me." you replied back. he raised one side of his mouth into what could almost be seen as a smirk.

"you know, i couldn't help but notice you have only spoke to men all night. trying to make something out of your last ball?" he asked.

"in my defense, two of them trapped me into conversation. you being one of them." you sarcastically replied.

"you don't want to talk to me just say the word, doll." you couldn't help but get flustered at his comment. he seemed to have a gentleman like attitude to him, which you hadn't noticed until today.

"how'd you get festus to listen to you? he listens to no one." you were genuinely curious to know how he managed to get festus away from you.

"he knows better than to not. i beat him up in 9th grade, got me a two week suspension." he responded. you were learning new things about him with each question and answer.

"i never knew that."

"there's a lot about me you don't know. but i'll tell you anything you want to know." now, he wasn't looking at you, but up around you, at your surroundings. "people are looking at us." he commented. looking past him, you noticed his statement was completely true. you could point out at least ten girls with a jealous rage on their face. you knew coryo was not very committal, but he didn't need to be. all girls wanted was one night with him.

"i wonder why. i'm pretty sure i'm the only girl in our grade you haven't slept with."

"you're wrong." he replied. "i'm not as much as a dick as you think i am." he continued. you glanced up at coryo, who was now looking down at you again. you couldn't help but get a fluttery feeling in your stomach. a feeling you hadn't got in a long time.

"i want to talk to you. and not here, outside the ballroom." he nodded at you. then he placed his hand on your back and escorted you out of the ballroom. you heard girls whisper around you, you assumed they thought you were leaving to go hook up with him. you just scoffed.

when the two of you made your way to the entryway, next to one half of the grand staircase.

"look. i've been seeing you eye me like a stalker for the past few weeks, and now you come and dance with me? what's going on?" you asked.

"i have been. less noticeably in prior years than more recently. i know that soon, we are going to university, and anything could happen there. but i've been looking at you." he noticed how creepy that sounded just as soon as you did. "i'm sorry, that sounds creepy." you nodded quickly.

"yeah, it does. look, if you just want to hook up with me just say that." you had assumed that's what he was getting at. with his current reputation, you didn't think anything more.

"no. i don't just want to hook up with you. but i won't deny the fact that your the most beautiful woman i've ever seen, and i have to say something now before it's too late." you blushed more than before. could you really believe what he was saying?

"oh, wow, thanks. y'know, you're much more of a gentleman than i thought you were." you added. he finally smiled.

"anyway, i just wanted to say something, before it was too late." he seemed defeated that you hadn't said much more. but you took a moment to think.

this was coriolanus snow. the son of one of the most famed generals in the war. coriolanus snow, the boy with the highest grades in the class, the top contender for the plinth prize. not like he needed it. this was the coriolanus snow that had just confessed everything to you. and maybe that was what you liked. you felt like you had power over him.

"coryo," you saw him melt a little at you sounding his name. you repeated. "coryo, i-" you weren't sure how to tell him you were willing to take a chance on him.

"just kiss me." was all you could get out. he made no hesitation in following your order. you saw a smile on his face. he immediately crashed his lips into yours, with an urge to make up for the years he had been admiring you. you didn't feel tense anymore, you just felt bliss. "coryo-" was all you could get out in-between the kisses.

you couldn't believe what was happening. you promised yourself you wouldn't give in to anyone tonight, but you just couldn't resist.

when he finally released you, you looked up at him. then, you were silent for a minute. you thought. clearly he wanted more than one night with you. and his family was powerful. and rich. and if you actually managed to get more than one night with coriolanus snow, you would be glorified. maybe he'd treat you right. besides, it was senior year. if there was any time to take a chance on him, it was now.

he was clearly waiting for you to say something. instead, you pulled him back into another kiss.

#tom blyth #jhkfan123 #coriolanus snow #snow lands on top #hunger games #tbosas #coriolanussnow #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus x you #coryo #president snow #lana del rey #coriolanus my coquette queen

[meowjings-arsb]

Possibly even more on crack Stardew headcanons and whatnot because yes 👍

First post

Void chickens are burnt

With enough void mayonnaise, you could possibly obtain the goblin Henchman’s loyalty if only that the Witch doesn’t curse you first

All rabbits are honed in the fine art of keychain making. Hence the lucky rabbit feet they give off

We still don’t know where they’re getting the extra feet though…

Junimo have short, soft, fluffy fur 🍏

They’re also squeezable like a stress ball or a balloon filled with slime

Don’t take (much) fall damage or injury from being tossed at stacks of cans 🥫, but that’s very mean so why would you do that-

From what the witch remembers, humans typically hate void chickens because their eggs are gross but aPARENTLY she guessed wrong with the farmer when she cursed their hen house. She wanted them to eat the egg out of curiosity and suffer for a day or two but noooooo they INCUBATED it out of curiosity instead of consuming it ahhhhhhhhhhhh

She guessed right on cursing the slime hutch with black slimes though because we all know naughty children hate coal.

Gil at some point did a joke slime making video using an actual cave slime, and people just thought it was cool effects and CGI stuff. So now he’s a hit with the slime making fantasy types

Marlon also walked in on him giving a slime a glitter bath. Gil also had glitter all over his face from the slime hitting him head on.

Most of the decorations for the festivals are stored in Pierre’s, the Saloon’s, and the Community Center’s attics

Pierre, Caroline, and Abigail are a family with Spirits Eve colored hair and are therefore— Spooky~

Sometimes… when he’s tired of fish but still wants meat… Willy may eat… a bug steak 🥩

No one thought or knew that the farmer was going to ask someone to dance at the Flower Dance, and so they didn’t even think to get them a proper outfit for the occasion

Or no one had a spare outfit that fit the farmer and just didn’t care to get them one at that point

OR the farmer just outright didn’t want to wear the dance outfit because ew

We have no idea why they didn’t dress up for their own wedding though

The large candy canes placed around the town and sold as decorations at the Feast of the Winter Star and the Night Market are indeed edible 👍

I think that was already canon, but Gus why are you putting them in the dirt-

Shane was persuaded into getting Animal Crossing New Horizons. His island is full of chicken villagers plus Punchy.

Went feral and then sad for a hot minute upon learning of Hector’s existence and him not being in New Horizons

Grandpa’s bed, was in fact, a ping pong table 🏓

The farmer passing out at 2:00am at the latest and waking up at 6:00am at the earliest is a weird internal clock thing. Probably developed from working at Joja Co™️ all those years

Mr Qi personally sent that strange figure who sells the farmer a Farm Warp Totem to be there at the Night Market because he knows the farmer is gonna forget to check the time and then pass out on a mad dash back to the farm

Mr Qi also cannot possibly be human. What is he really? An elf? Vampire? Sorcerer? Snake hybrid? 7 Junimos in a trench coat? Just a man who spray paints himself blue for the aesthetic?

If you have ever seen Caroline’s tea cutscene, then you should know that the tea she drinks probably has a non-zero amount of cannabis in it.

Or maybe not… but like… why was there a lil squid person in there? Drinking tea aswell?? And disappeared with a puff of steam/smoke????

Actually- the tea she had was green, very sparkly and ripple-y. I bet Rasmodius had something to do with it. Because you know what happened with Rasmodius’s tree cutscene and uh… *cough* *cough* that other thing about the wizard-

Professor Snail has a snail under his hat named Mikey 🐌 that he picked up from the month he spent trapped in a cave

The kids of pelican town (Jas, Vincent, + Leo maybe) and the ASS trio (Abigail, Sam, Sebastian), are knowledgable of Krobus’s existence at least somewhat. Also Willy and Gunther 👌

Mr Qi eats Junimos🍏 ..sometimes-

Why? Because they’re like apples, he’s a mysterious son of a gun, and because these are crack headcanons that’s why-

Rasmodius is actively trying to get him magically banned from entering the community center and any other place currently occupied by them…

(spoiler?) …including Jojamart™️

Mr Qi’s outfit actually glows in the dark with a buncha tiny lights and glittery bits. Also shiny like a disco ball maybe ✨

Just hit him with a high powered flashlight and he becomes this ✨

Willy has seen the horrors 🐟

The Iridium bar required in the slime hutch, contrary to popular belief, is not just used as an extra brick for fun. Robin’s gotta smelt it down and add a lil bit of its essence to every stone making up the walls and foundation. (Hard work, y’know?). One bar is just enough to bless the hutch and requiring more seemed to be asking for too much.

Haley follow’s the Queen of Sauce’s Stardew equivalent of Instagram

Junimo Kart should not exist

The whole 100 floors down Skull Caverns was a ruse in an attempt to kill you, the farmer, but it failed because you didn’t die on the whole trip down and are also somehow immune to snake milk (venom). Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger I guess 🤷‍♂️🥛🐍

The farmer is indeed a cryptid. They don’t even breath

Instead of actual armor they instead rely on boots and rings for their protection??? They HAVE a hat, shirt, and pants slot, they CAN wear more armor than just boots if they had any but noooooooo. They like dancing with death so it seems

Actively just challenging Yoba to smite them: Being able to just consume food you really shouldn’t (ex. Void mayonnaise, mushrooms) and do it again once out of the hospital, Just carrying metal tools in thunderstorms, Being able to get hit by the valley’s train and brush it off, Repetitively going into the mines and Skull Caverns despite Harvey’s warnings, Drinking a weird unnatural drink offered by a mysterious stranger twice, also if they get their hands on it, carrying around freaking RADIOACTIVE ore without protection like it’s nothing????

Like I’m still not over the radioactive ore, even if I’ve never encountered it yet-

Also whatever the heck is happening on the Ginger Island dungeon? I’m pretty sure that’s lava everywhere in there??? And you just use your dinky watering can to cross it like no big deal??????

Stardew Valley so just so wild man

At least one person’s gonna be pissed at the farmer if they caught the legendary fish, put them in their fridge, and accidentally made sashimi with them. Maybe Gordy and Tex…

Also proof that the farmer is a cryptid is that they can catch all 5 legendary fish and their relatives without a sweat. Like Willy’s been at this for years. Also where do the relatives come from-

The fact that Pierre hates being given legendary fish is weird to me. I feel like that’s a boasting opportunity to have one in his funky lil shop.

I feel like Willy should also be happier than neutral upon being given the honor of owning one of these legendary fish. Or maybe he’s equally surprised as he is pissed that he wasn’t the one to do it and it cancels out.

Actually- maybe he catch and released? I’m too tired for this man

Gordy in The Fisherman Act ll is a wuss

The Crystalarium just can’t handle the Gay Shard’s power. Haley also can’t handle the Gay Shard apparently.

If you give a Junimo hut a Fairy Stone, are you just giving them the fossil of a long dead relative of theirs? Would that be weird?

If Abigail ate a fairy stone, would she be cursed by the fae for like… eating their crystallized bones

Forget what I said earlier about Emily wielding a parrot perch, she uses the unobtainable Holy Blade now- 🗡✨

If the farmer ever sees the green creature at the pelican town docks, just know that they probably hate you

Your dad probably has a rock collection. Why else is he sending you quality stones

#just your usual Wednesday afternoon crack headcanons #I had most of this done earlier but it didn’t feel long enough so eh. here you are #I haven’t reached Ginger island yet. or played Stardew in a while tbh. oof #my stoof #signatured #a portion of this is just me rambling about how weird sdv is tbh #my writing #sdv #stardew valley #did you know. that I have not died once in my whole stardew play through so far. I did the 100 floors challenge too! #I’m not counting passing out at 2am. because that’s happened at least twice #once on my own farm and another trapped in a spiral level of the mines after loosing track of time #Robin was legit building a coop next to me when I passed out too and Joja STILL charged me for it!

[dribbldrabbl]

“A Night Out” Actor!Izuku x F!Reader Smut

CW; Mentions of clubbing and drinking, sex, fem reader, eating out, other sex jazz

This was based off the song “Or Nah” which was made by a lot of people. Listening to it while reading may cause more immersion or help you imagine the scene.

It started inside the club. You were having a good time with your friends, taking shots and whatnot. Having the time of your lives. Of course some guys hit on you during this. All of you were fine as fuck. Who wouldnt shoot their shot? But there was one in particular who stood out from the rest.

A tall, slim but muscular green haired man. He walked into the club with unmatched confidence along with his similarly attractive blonde friend. They hadn’t stood in the door for longer than 3 minutes before everyone started staring at them. They grabbed the attention from everyone. The two wasn’t even phased by the amount of people surrounding them. The greenette even seemed to enjoy it.

You honestly didn’t care that much so you just continued taking shots and dancing. But eventually you were grabbed by the arm. The hand felt calloused and rough. As if they’ve been used many times over. You immediately prepare to slap whoever this was in the face until you noticed who it was. The same green haired boy as before. The closer you looked, you realized that this was the famous Izuku Midoriya. He took the film industry by storm in just a few months. There was a bit of a cocky smirk on his face, which you found oddly attractive.

You decided to dance with him a bit. You had fun doing so too. Women stared at the two of you, obviously jealous. After you two got done dancing together you prepared to go back to your friends but you were once again grabbed by your hand. You didn’t have to look back to feel that he was right behind you. You could also feel his breathing on your ear as you tried to keep yourself sane. “You want to get out of here, sweetheart?”

About 30 minutes later you ended up at the man’s house. It was well kept and looked nicely decorated. Maybe his mother cleaned it up for him. But your admiration was cut short as you were lifted into the air without a word being spoken by Izuku. He started carrying you bridal style… over to the couch. You deemed it unnecessary for you to he carried such a short distance but didn’t speak on it.

You felt your legs give out on you as soon as both of your lips connected. Damn, he’s good at what he does. Your arms wrapped around his and his hands grabbed onto your waist. You both made out on the couch for a while before clothes started slipping off. Izuku stripped away his shirt and you could see all the work he put into his body. He was fucking buff. You could see it in his arms but his torso told a whole other story. Though you cringed a bit at the nipple piercings. Not because you didn’t like them but because you’re imagining the pain.

Izuku caught you staring and grinned, leaning down to give you another breath taking kiss. “You like the view? If you take a picture, I wouldn’t mind signing it.” Your poor little heart couldn’t take this. Your face grew red from the teasing and Izuku did nothing but giggle.

You guys made out for a bit more before he finally slid your pants down your legs. You anticipated how this would feel. Because some guys that you did this with was hot, but their sex game wasn’t all there. You bit your lip and prayed that he wasn’t like the others. But soon enough you let out a gasp, your head leaning back and a moan escaping your mouth. He had barely started, yet you already felt like you were in heaven. Have your standards gotten lower?

The whole time you were being ate out you moaned and whined. The way his tongue flicked perfectly, slid in and out, and how he maneuvered made it the best head you ever gotten yet. He even spelled his name out with his tongue. You sucked your teeth at the gesture and he laughed. Afterwards you felt out of breath. But Izuku was obviously far from done. You were picked up once more, but this time he had you by your legs. You kissed once more, then you were laid out on his table.

The chairs were kicked to the side as if they were nothing but trash. Looking at them felt bad. Those had to be at least 500 a chair. Your attention was quickly taken away from the chair and back to Izuku. He had already pushed all the way in. No warning or nothing. You let out a long, drawn out moan and grabbed onto his back. You noticed the cocky look on his face as you did. “You seemed more interested in the chair than me. Am I that boring baby?”

You were going to answer but instead he started thrusting at a fast pace. You could barely keep up with what the fuck was happening. You tongue rolled out of your mouth and you let yourself make those sweet sounds that Izuku was craving the whole time. The table creaked the whole time, sounding as if it was going to break at any time. It didn’t take long for you to finally come, shuddering in the process. Izuku started to pull out but then you pulled him back in. You could take more than one round.

After 3 more rounds you had finally tapped out. You came at least 10 times this whole session. That was good enough for you. Afterwards you bathed and were swaddled up in a blanket with a nice grilled cheese sandwich. He wasn’t a chef but that sandwich was good as fuck for some reason. He sat down beside you and let out a sigh. You two had a pleasant conversation and then you prepared to head out for tonight. But, once again, he prevented you from doing so.

“I know this is a wild request but… you think you can stay the night? Just cuddling. Promise.”

#izuku x reader #izuku x fem!reader #actor!au #mha smut #i dont know what the hell got into me

[desires-of-chain]

🍩 anon here with more brain rot. My recent daydream has been imagining one of the chain members (time and fierce deity are my personal faves 😏) meeting reader at a ball thrown in the hero’s honor because royal shenanigans and whatnot. Like imagine reader is maybe just a lower class noble or something so they mostly keep to themselves and are known for not getting involved with men, but then one of the chain flirts with them and it leads to dancing which leads to kissing which leads to finding a nice convenient hiding spot where reader gets absolutely w r e c k e d since they don’t usually do this and have little to no experience. Bonus points if they make it to the room where the link is staying and they both try to sneak out sometime in the morning so as not to seem suspicious (since a noble definitely shouldn’t be having flings with random heroes) but somebody else definitely sees and teases them endlessly about it. And at the next ball in that world with the heroes reader zeros in on them and just gives a cheeky wink as they sip their drink across the room, beckoning them in. I just went to a ren faire today and am craving the classic medieval romance stuff 🤭.

Ooo, I hope you had fun! I went back in May, def would go again, but I love this idea.

The drama, the tension, the craving! It be delicious truly 🥴 sneaking around adds the flavor to it. Ooh! Even better if it's Wars, Sky, or Calamity, they'll are knights and the ante is sky rocketing through the roof. Nobles and knights do not mix, but I can see them sneaking around to see reader. Picture them fucking reader in a secret area of the castle that many does not know of, letting them be loud since nobody can hear their moans while speaking lewd promises into their ears.

Maybe outside up against the horse stalls, many possibilities my friend 😏

#.bea answers #🍩 anon #smut

[k1ndacrypt1d]

on a more serious note after i’ve processed this trauma, let’s talk about crowley and aziraphale.

(HUGE spoilers for good omens season 2)

i want to particularly note how after crowley is asked if he and zira are together, he immediately goes on to drink. he gets so drunk over it to the point where he tells gabriel to jump out of a fucking window; and not only that but he expresses very vividly his feelings about zira’s trial in heaven - which wasn’t even a trial at all, it was just punishment without any negotiation.

the symbolism between heaven and hell and how it reflects on these two is almost jaw dropping. crowley was an angel once, and he clearly doesn’t want nor care for any kind of forgiveness after his fall. he’s grown more accustomed to being in hell than being in heaven, and then he adjusts even more so to being on earth. he doesn’t quite believe in the whole good and bad trope no matter how much he insists on being anything but good and kind. he’s somewhat neutral, but he’s more inclined to follow zira in what he does - even if it takes a lot of convincing and the “i was wrong” dance.

zira is an angel and is very much attached to that role. we see that because of how devastated he gets after lying or when someone even mentions disobeying god’s plan. and even as he grows more used to deceiving and/or lying his way out of certain ploys and keeping his angelic role, we still can see that he is very devoted to heaven; and, unlike crowley, is a firm believer in the good and bad trope. he even goes on to call crowley the bad guy in most cases. but no matter how far away zira strays from heaven, he is devoted to it. even after being called a traitor.

zira doesn’t appear to be very in touch with his emotions throughout the whole show. he can feel things like love, sure, but maybe that interferes with his own feelings. as such, he doesn’t realize just how close he is to crowley until it’s too late. crowley, on the other hand, lost the ability to sense things like love and whatnot. he seems to have a firmer grasp and understanding on his feelings, especially since he’s very emotional and expressive about it.

what zira does understand is being appreciated and praised. now getting that sort of attention from crowley is one thing, but to receive it from the metatron himself? that’s a whole new level of validation. especially after being offered such a position. it’s not manipulation nor something in the coffee, it’s aziraphale’s desire to please heaven - it’s his devotion coming to surface again. and the way he’s so utterly overjoyed at the prospect of having not one, but two things he loves at the same time makes him so unaware of what crowley would think. crowley clearly doesn’t share that same passion, and when he hears the offer right when he’s about to spill his innermost feelings, that has to be absolutely destructive to him.

but then we can go even further. crowley is so desperate to hear that zira denied the offer because this is what it has all come down to. 5,000+ years of being on their own side, of being an angel and a demon, of being best friends and barely nothing more. he knows full well that he’s changed far too much to go back to the life of an angel, and he’s grown too fond of this little life he carved out for himself; for THEM. for it to all change in the snap of a finger, at such a bad time, is heartbreaking. that’s without mentioning how he just watched a relationship between gabriel and beelzebub take off faster than his own relationship ever could have.

they absolutely love each other, but it seems like one understands that more than the other. zira has been appreciated by crowley for so long, he’s put his vessel’s well-being into that demon’s hands repeatedly. they could always lean on each other. but when the very thing you’ve poured your whole existence into pleasing finally starts to exhibit that same sort of appreciation, don’t you think it could overpower that old source of love?

#good omens #good omens 2 #michael sheen #david tennant #i could honestly cry #i can go on about this for so long it’s not even funny #ykwim #UGH

[ariesbilly]

If artie and bunny went away for a week or so but oscar was also out of town so they told fred they trusted him to be home by himself but NO GIRLS OVER!!!! and fred was like ok bet and immediately called fp and asked if he wanted to move in with him for a week and play pretend like they were married 👉👈 so fp came over that night and they slept in the same bed cuddled up together and the whole week they made breakfast together every morning and would sit there drinking coffee and reading the newspaper and they'd watch tv together at night and during the day they'd do chores and whatnot but just live in the house like they owned it and sit on the porch together and they had such a nice time living in that little fantasy world 🥺 like yeah they did that in fps trailer but it hit different in freds whole house

NOW WE'RE COOKING I THINK ABOUT THIS ALL THE TIME!!!!!!

they use the master bathroom to take at least one bath together cuz the tubs bigger than freds and he finally gets to make it all romantic with candles and shit like he's always wanted to but never could with everyone home and they certainly couldnt do it in fps trailer cuz he either doesnt have a tub or if he does its not fit for anyones bare ass to be sitting in lmao

and fred cooks them dinner on the nights they dont order out or go to pops, and fp sits on the counter being the taste tester and they play music real loud and dance around the house in their underwear and take naps in the middle of the day on the couch and they take trips to the grocery store together and fred will drag fp into a hardware store and start talking about how he would fix up their house and what kind of tile he wants and what moldings would look good and fps just nodding along like "whatever you want dear" except maybe theres one thing he has a strong opinion on that he needs in this dream house theyre creating and freds like "of course, anything you want, my love" like they are really living the full fantasy that whole week...

#briana answers things

[desperadosofficial]

what music/games do you all listen to

Doc here. The rest of the crew is out on operations and Carl is in surgery for the fifth time this year, so I'll answer you. Sorry 'bout the delay.

Mistral likes Arch Enemy a lot. I didn't really take her for a death metal gal, but hey, what do I know. She listens to a lot of New Wave, too. She LOVES Blondie and got me and the guys (except Sundowner) into Joy Division. Mistral also listens to a lot of film scores to wind down, especially Gladiator and Blade Runner.

As for games, I know she's a big fan of older action games, the older Resident Evils, Quake and Doom and whatnot. Talks a lot of shit in fps forums.

Monsoon is...something. Handing him the aux when we go out is like a game of auditory Russian roulette. He could put on some Ros Sereysothea from when he was a kid. He could play nothing but Die Antwoord. He could play 70's Queen. He could play incoherent electronic sounds until you scream at him.

He's the biggest gamer out of all of us, his favorites are DMC and Bayonetta. He's competing in the Wii Taser Boxing tournament with Sundowner and I now, and if he wins, we'll be hearing about it for the next six months.

Sundowner is a simple man. He likes rock, country, and that's about it. We have a lot of the same taste in country artists, we grew up on Cash, Nelson, Jennings, and, as much as he'll deny it, he'd take a bullet for Dolly Parton. Sadly, with the exception of Lynyrd Skynyrd and Motörhead, his taste in rock is a bag of hot shit. Once I tried to tell him Five Finger Death Punch is for angry alcoholics with erectile dysfunction and he just yelled "HELL YEAH BROTHER" and cranked it louder.

He isn't really a video game guy. The only video game he plays is Wii Sports, and he only plays it because I challenged him.

Sam, interestingly enough, likes grunge and 80's rock. Some of his favorite bands are Van Halen, Foo Fighters, and Iron Maiden. He can sing almost every Black Sabbath song in Portuguese. He's been trying to learn Eruption on guitar. Once we were out drinking and he somehow managed to play it flawlessly on some kid's ukulele. I guess beer gives him guitarist powers. Oh, and he loves Shakira. No matter where he is, if you put her on, he will drop everything and get up to dance. Flawlessly.

Sam's our second biggest gamer. He's a fighting game guy. I still can't beat him at Mortal Kombat or Guilty Gear. He could probably thrash me with his eyes shut, too. Maybe I'm too old for this shit.

Intern Carl probably listens to Imagine Dragons or some dumb shit like that. Probably plays Tetris on his stupid little phone.

I listen to a lot of country, I also had a buddy back at ArmsTech who got me into industrial music. We used to swap cassettes while we worked, I'd listen to his mix while he'd listen to my Merle tape. I hope he's doing well.

I haven't gamed much. I remember liking Half Life a lot when I was younger. Had a coworker who's last name was Freeman, so I used to mess with him, talking to him in an awful G-Man impression...miss that guy.

That should answer your question. Sorry again about the wait; Desperados stay pretty busy.

- 🩹

#mgrr #mgr #winds of destruction #metal gear rising revengeance #rp blog #metal gear memes #metal gear rising #desperado enforcement #monsoon mgr #sundowner mgr #mistral mgr #jetstream sam #mgr oc

[sleekervae]

When in Rome... [Remington Leith x Reader] Part III

A/N: WOOHOO! Part 3! Should I do a part 4 wrap up? This is a good conclusion but there could always be more 👀. Song is "Cheap Love" by Bones UK ❤️

Warnings: Drinking, some cussing, implied smut

"Leave it to you to be late to a dance," Emerson tutted.

"Why are we still talking about this?" Remington asked him.

"Because you've been in a bear of a mood all morning," the brothers wandered through the streets of sunny Rome, still exhausted from the previous evening but still enthralled with the beautiful sights of the ancient city.

They trailed behind their friend group, with Emerson slowly yanking bits and pieces of just what had happened last night. After the band finished their set for the evening, he went to sit down before y/n could have any inkling of what was happening, and made out for the rest of the evening like nothing was wrong. However, y/n wasn't stupid. She picked off the shift in his mood immediately, despite his assurances that he was alright. She felt guilty for the rest of the evening, wondering if maybe she should've denied the baron's offer in the first place.

Y/n stayed lost in her own head, sneaking glances behind her shoulder at the brothers now and again. Remington had continued to stay quiet all morning and she was troubled by it. Her best friend would only give quick answers and barely looked her in the eye, it was as though he had shifted into a different person overnight and it terrified her.

"What do you think they're talking about?" she asked to nobody in particular. Rebecca had heard her, and not having been as involved in this drama, shrugged her shoulders.

"Maybe they're discussing their movie premiere?" she then chuckled, "I guess it's not really a premiere. What's the point? I mean -- how long is a music video supposed to be?"

"They do it for their fans," y/n pointed out, "I've seen the plans anyway, it looks like it'll be a lot of fun. They got circus performers and a stage -- and they basically rented out the No Vacancy theatre for the night. They got this giant merch table --"

"Are you gonna' go?" Rebecca asked.

Y/n paused momentarily, taking another glance behind her shoulder. Her gaze locked with Remington's momentarily before he shifted back to his brother. Y/n sighed in defeat.

"I don't know," she answered.

Rebecca still wasn't catching on, "Well, how about their tour? You gonna' open for the band?"

"Not this one," y/n shook her head, "Management is talking about the European tour next year, though,"

"Hmm, that should be fun," Rebecca noted, tossing her long dark hair behind her shoulder, "You're already in tourist practice right now!"

Y/n forced a smile, "Yeah, yeah it should be fun,"

"Anyway, anyway -- you have to spill!" Rebecca declared.

Y/n furrowed a brow, "Spill what?"

"Your dance last night!" she cried wistfully, "You were personally asked by a Duke to dance in one of the nicest restaurants in Rome! You cannot tell me you're indifferent to that!"

Y/n feigned a smile but she couldn't disagree more. She enjoyed her conversations last night, there was no doubt, but she would pass over a thousand dukes, barons, princes and whatnot if Remington would have only asked her to dance instead.

"I think he was a baron," y/n corrected.

"Oh, whatever," Rebecca replied, "What did you guys talk about? Did he ask for your number?"

"He probably has people do that for him," y/n replied bluntly.

Her friend rolled her tired eyes in dismay, "God, you're always so cynical..."

"Well, come on Rebecca! I mean, he was a nice guy and he was pleasant to talk to, but even if he did ask me for my phone number, I'd decline,"

"You're kidding," Rebecca gawked, "You'd full-on deny a baron?"

Y/n scowled, "What is this, Bridgerton? It would never work out, Rebecca! I'm a singer and he's royalty. Our jobs are complicated, the time difference is ridiculous -- not to mention he's way older than me!"

"He's thirty-seven and you're twenty-eight!"

"I rest my case,"

Rebecca chuckled cynically, "I'm not trying to make you the next Meghan Markle, y/n, but I thought you'd be more excited! You got noticed by Italian royalty! I'd be flipping my shit right now,"

Y/n glanced over her shoulder again as Rebecca rambled on. Remington and Emerson continued to trail behind, seemingly bickering together in angry whispers. Perhaps they were indeed arguing about her, or probably something more important like their upcoming album, their theatre, or even what they wanted for lunch. Either way, y/n was disheartened time and time again as she had to face the ugly truth of her circumstance.

"Like I said; it just wouldn't work out..."

---

Tonight would be their last night in Rome before they would move on to the region of Florence. However, they would be catching a concert before traveling, and Remington and Emerson had the honour of being good friends with one of the hottest rock bands in the world right now.

That's right... Maneskin.

When the rock group heard of Emerson's upcoming accolade, they invited the brothers and their friends to catch their show, offering to take them out on the town the night afterwards. To say y/n was excited was putting it mildly; she had been a fan of the Italian rock group since discovering them on last year's Eurovision, and when she found out Remington had met them she was equally as jealous.

She was humming to herself as she got dressed up, lining her eyes in dark eyeshadow and dusting glitter over her cheeks. She was dressed in a pair of leather pants and a basic white tank, her wavy hair tousled to that perfectly messy effect. The melody stuck in y/n's head had been a tune she had been working on for a couple of weeks, a late-night work in progress that seemingly spawned out of nowhere. However, it was painfully clear after the last couple of days to see where this inspiration had suddenly come from.

"Weekend rock stars, burying icons Looking for a little love I don't like to dance without you Looking for a little love"

She checked her reflection twice in the full-length mirror, unsure of whether she was trying to impress herself, Remington, or the band later on. Once satisfied, she grabbed her spaghetti bag and dashed out the door, continuing to sing quietly to herself.

"War wounds, wild nights, tryna find a little light Cat fights, scratched eyes, looking for a little lie --"

The next door down the hall swung open and Remington slipped out, dressed to her astonishment in a similar pair of black pants and a white muscle tee. The only thing differing in his outfit was the pair of tight suspenders he wore.

They both froze when they saw each other, him more over because he wanted to hear her sing some more. Y/n broke into a bashful grin. Remington thought the universe was laughing at him -- of course they would match outfits!

"Damn, we're just that good we unintentionally match," she chuckled.

"Seems like it," Remington grinned, "Great minds, eh?"

Y/n looked behind her, her door was only a few feet away and they still had some time before meeting everybody downstairs, "Erm -- I-I can go and change. It won't take long --"

"No, no," Remington shook his head, "You look great! And if anybody asks, we'll just say I'm your biggest inspiration,"

Y/n scoffed, "You wish," oh, but if he only knew.

They took the small elevator down together, y/n refraining from letting her heel tap incessantly against the tile. She didn't want to let on that she was nervous; why on Earth should she be nervous, anyway? It was only Remington, after all. Remington meanwhile took to watching the digital numbers count down on the display screen, sneaking glances at y/n in between takes.

"What was that song?" he asked out of the blue.

Y/n shrugged shyly, "It's just something I've been working on. Been stuck in my head for weeks,"

Remington nodded slowly, "It sounds good. You gonna' put it on your album?"

"I don't know. The melody just seems a little too pop for me," she replied.

"What's wrong with that?" he asked plainly, "It's your music, you express what you feel. If you feel like a pop singer, than that's you're right,"

Y/n rolled her eyes at his shit-eating smirk, "I'll be a pop singer over my mother's dead body,"

The bell dinged and the elevator doors slid open. However, neither Remington nor y/n were in a hurry to meet up with their friends. They trailed slowly, the silence a test to see which would break the tension first.

"Remington," inevitably, it was y/n, "Did I do something wrong?"

"What?" Remington was taken aback by the notion.

Y/n shrugged listlessly, "You've been kinda ignoring me all day. This is the first conversation we've had since last night. You're upset I danced with that Paolo guy, aren't you?"

Remington scoffed, trying to make off with his pride in tact, much to the chagrin of that baron, no doubt, "Why would I have a problem with --"

"Well Jesus! There you are!" he was cut short by Shae's holler. She and Emerson were standing at the doors of the hotel, arms crosses as they awaited the pair with as much patience as a cat waiting for its dinner, "C'mon! The cabs are waiting!"

Emerson's brows furrowed together, "Did you two plan to match?"

Remington shoved his kid brother out the door, "Get going!"

---

The concert was electrifying to say the least. After two years of being locked away from society, it was refreshing to see groups of people mosh out together to a good rock band. And by God, Maneskin had to be one of the best stage performers y/n had ever seen -- besides Palaye, of course.

It was a combination of their catchy music and wild charisma that had her so enthused; it reminded her of all the times she watched -- no, even -- performed with the brothers. Damiano was charming and cocky, a younger, darker, more Italian version of Remington. He held the crowd's attention with a simple raise of his pinky finger, commanded energy to surge through them to ensure the biggest experience and reaction. Victoria was beautiful, but essentially a little brat on stage. She very much reminded y/n of herself when she was younger. But you couldn't take your eyes off of her nor Thomas as they raced back and forth across the stage, never missing a beat in their performance. And then there was Ethan, his long hair flying in all directions whenever he went ham on the drums. It was almost mesmerizing to watch him; he moved with such fervour and yet with a continual grace that could be matched to only Emerson's drum playing.

It was an awe-striking show to say the least, however, both of them exchanged private looks at one another, neither the list bit wary that the other was doing so.

"Aye! Bellisima!" Emerson applauded as the quartet ran off the stage, drenched in sweat as their chests heaved to wear off the adrenaline. Victoria was the first to leap up and hug her friends.

"You guys! Thanks for coming!" she beamed happily, followed promptly by greetings from her bandmates.

"Pleasure was all ours!" Remington replied, grunting briefly as Damiano slapped him on the back.

"How long are you guys in Rome for?" he asked.

"We leave for Florence tomorrow afternoon," Emerson replied.

"Oh good," Ethan grinned, "That means we can keep you out later!"

Shae raised a disbelieving brow, "You know, I'll never understand how rockstars play a two hour show and still have the energy to go get fucked up after,"

Y/n simpered, "It's all the energy, we need to wear it off,"

"Exactly!" Thomas declared, boldly reaching across and extending his hand, much to the chagrin of a watchful Remington, "I don't believe we've met..."

Y/n smiled and graciously shook his hand, "Y/n Y/l/n. Big fan of you guys, you're all so cool!"

Victoria's face suddenly lit up, "Oh my gosh! You wrote that song for Euphoria! I fuckin' loved it!" she exclaimed.

"Which song?" Ethan asked.

"The 'How Long' song," she smacked his bicep, "You know... when they're all dancing like sluts in the kitchen before Cassie puked in the pool,"

"... Oh, oh yeah," Ethan nodded, "... no, I don't remember,"

"Excuse him," Thomas interjected, "The cymbals shattered his brain cells again,"

Damiano shrugged it off, "He just needs a pizza and he'll be good to go,"

Thomas turned to gaze back down at y/n, his kind dark eyes lined in smudged makeup and glitter, "Are you gonna' join us?"

"Of course!" she replied enthusiastically.

Remington decided then and there that if he had a metre stick he would slam it between the two of them. He liked Thomas, don't get him wrong, but his feelings were already twisted up enough as it was. The last thing he needed was his good friend trying to put moves on his crush.

---

After Maneskin had refreshed themselves, they lead the travel party through the town, pointing out all the spots they used to frequent as buskers and telling stories of their street work. Y/n was up ahead, only this time she fell into step with Thomas, the two of them hanging off of each other's words as they swapped tour stories.

Remington trailed behind once again, wiping sweat off his brow that he was unsure was caused by the intense heat or his stress. Emerson and Ben continued to watch him, mostly in sheer amusement at this point. They commented to each other how Remington was only diffing his own grave at this point.

They came to a nifty, exclusive nightclub just outside of the heart of the city. Given the intense two year lockdown, it was no wonder the whole of Rome was packed into the tiny space. However, getting in wasn't a problem for Maneskin and friends. They practically glided past the long line and disappeared into the dark.

Neon lights swung across the room, effectively lighting up every pure white fabric in the place in a bright neon blue. There was something about the effervescent blue on Remington that made y/n's chest tighten, complimenting his tan in an indigo pigment.

Bodies packed the dance floor, private booths lined the walls with buckets of champagne sizzling with illuminate sparklers. And the bar in the middle of the room was hopping crazy, encircling the biggest booze bottle display that anyone had laid eyes on.

Remington stayed situated at a booth, nursing his beer and sitting between Damiano and Emerson as he regaled him about his recent accolade.

"So they really do the whole kneel and sword tap, still?" the younger rockstar queried.

"The whole shit n' shebang," Emerson nodded, "You know in the high renaissance they had the knights kneel on the altar for the whole hour-long ceremony. It was supposed to be a last test of faith before the king bestowed their knighthood,"

"So what, you just stood there?..."

Across the expanse of the bar, y/n leaned against the smooth, but somewhat sticky countertop, intent on listening to Thomas' next story despite the steady reverberating pulse music.

"... and the next thing I know, I turn around, and that piece of shit was pissing his brains out on my guitar case,"

"Jesus, that's disgusting!" y/n recoiled, fingers tapping delicately at the newly finished drink, "What did you do?"

Thomas snickered, "Ethan wanted to teach him a lesson, but he was scrawnier back then. Still, it took the three of us to hold the karate-chopping little prick when the tourist walked away,"

Y/n shook her head, internally gagging at the notion. Without a doubt in her mind, if someone dared defile her property like that, she would have to face some hefty charges.

Regardless of her previous anxieties, y/n found herself having a lovely time with Thomas. Despite his youth (and yes, she couldn't believe she had just said that) he was composed and articulate, and he had a particularly charming sense of humour. Not to mention the drawl of his accent was most compelling.

They chatted about everything and nothing at the same time. Y/n felt as comfortable as she did with Remington. And yet, being with Thomas felt somewhat out of place for her. In the back of her mind she wished Remington would come and talk to her like this; the way he used to up until many moths ago. Nothing was inhibited, no awkward glances were exchanged, and he certainly wasn't trying to avoid her like the plague.

In between bits and pieces of their conversation, y/n would glance out the corner of her eye, only for Remington to swiftly look away and focus on whatever his friends were doing. It was a tense game of cat and mouse almost; the two of them silently wondering which one would be the first to break their friend zone. The passion within was building steadily, and when y/n finally caught Remington's eye her breath hitched in her throat.

His dark stare was captivating, the shadows casted across his silhouette portrayed such drama, grease and danger. Y/n crossed her legs, squeezing her thighs together as she took another chilling sip of her drink.

And Remington could feel his blood boiling with each passing second. Thomas was shifting closer and closer to y/n, much to his chagrin. Y/n shifted back a little, yet she did little to dissuade him when his fingers brushed hers across the table.

Remington swiftly downed the rest of his drink, praying to high heaven it would settle him.

"You better not punch him out," Emerson warned subtly, "It'll sour American-Italian relations,"

"I'm not gonna' punch him out," Remington assured "-- only briefly fantasize,"

Emerson scoffed, "Or you could... hmm, I don't know... intervene and ask y/n to dance with you. Since you were too chicken shit to do it last night,"

Remington glared back at his brother, "Really?"

"What? You think Ben wasn't gonna' tell me?"

"Remind me to stuff his body in our luggage tomorrow,"

"C'mon, man. Aren't you tired of this? Where's our band frontman when we need him?" and he slapped his shoulder. Remington childishly slapped him back on his bicep.

Damiano strided back to the table, returning from the washroom with a fresh bottle of Prosecco and a big grin on his face.

"What're we watching?" he asked, grunting as he took a seat.

Emerson scoffed, "Remington has a crush on y/n but he doesn't wanna tell her,"

"It's none of his business!" Remington scolded.

Damiano whistled lowly as he popped open the Prosecco with ease, "Well, it might be, my friend..."

"How so?" Emerson asked.

"Because they're getting up and heading for the dance floor," he replied simply.

The brothers whipped their heads back, and much to their dismay, y/n and Thomas has disappeared. Remington could catch glimpses of her through the bustling crowd, his heart dropping to spot her hand clasped around his.

"For fuck sakes," he shook his head, muttering, "Not again,"

"Again?" Damiano questioned.

"He let the same thing happen last night -- but it was a Duke instead!" Emerson sneered.

"It was a baron," Remington corrected.

"What's the difference?" Damiano asked plainly, "You're seven years older than us and yet you're still scared to go after what you want?"

"He's scared of rejection," Emerson said.

"So what?" Damiano questioned before Remington could intervene, "You know you're gonna regret it if you never make your move,"

"I know --"

"So stop your bitching and go!"

Remington looked between the two of them, staring blankly, "What?"

"Go!" Domino urged, "She can do better than Thomas, anyway,"

Emerson shoved him off of the couch, "You want history to repeat itself? Put your big boy pants on and fucking go after her! What's the worst that could happen?"

Remington stumbled forward, shoving at Emerson's hands like a pouting child. However when he turned around his blood began to boil further. Y/n was swaying gently, she wasn't much of a dancer anyways, but she had her hands laced around Thomas' shoulders. They were close, exceedingly closer than he liked. His fists balled at his sides, nostrils flared out and his jaw locked. Emerson was right, he was tired. He couldn't take the anxiety of wondering any longer.

To hell with it all, Remington had charisma, he had charm and he had the drive to fight for what he wanted -- even if it meant he might lose his best friend. Turning back around, he grabbed Emerson's Prosecco glass just as the drummer brought it to his lips, and he watched aghast when Remington downed it in one gulp.

"Jesus Christ. I'm gonna send you to AA!" he threatened. Damiano laughed as Remington brushed him off and headed towards the dance floor.

Y/n wasn't much for dancing at night clubs. They were loud and sweaty and a little too crowded for her liking. However, she didn't feel so overwhelmed with Thomas. If anything, she found herself enjoying herself immensely so. She didn't see Remington snaking his way through the crowd, too enthralled with the joke Thomas was laying on her. It was a lame one but he was sincere all the same.

Remington caught the look Thomas laid on her. His muscles tightened, realizing that y/n was looking at him the way Remington always hoped. He clenched his jaw, lowering his eyes whilst pushing against hot bodies. He swooped in just as Thomas leaned in closer, whispering something faintly in y/n's ear before Remington took her by the arm.

"Excuse me!" he demanded loudly. The pair sprung away instantly, Thomas ever so clueless and y/n dismayed at his interruption, "Mind if I cut in?"

Y/n was at a loss momentarily, wondering just where the hell he had come from. While she was happy to see him, she was also a bit tense. She was only trying to have a good time.

"Remi, what're you doing?" she asked.

"I need to talk to you," he replied.

"Okay. Well -- we're kind of in the middle of something!" she scolded.

"It's okay," Thomas assured her, "I'll go get another drink," and he slinked out of the crowd.

Y/n watched him go, a little disappointed but more than anything annoyed with Remington, "What're you doing?"

Remington took her hand again, nodding towards the exit, "I need to talk to you," he repeated.

"Outside? Have you seen the lineup? We won't get back in for hours!" she protested as he dragged her out.

"I'll risk it!"

Y/n struggled the whole way, looking back for any sign of one of their friends to help her to no avail. He took her out of the crowd and whisked her out into the hot night air. Once outside Y/n wrenched her arm away, shoving at Remington's chest. And y/n was right, there was a lineup going for a full block of people anxiously waiting to get into the club.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" she snapped, "I was having a good time!"

"I know you were, and I'm sorry but --"

"Why are you acting so weird, Remington?" she begged, her patience burning at the final thread of her candle, "You've been avoiding me all fucking day! And now you just waltz in and send Thomas away --"

"I'm sorry!" he shouted suddenly, effectively silencing her. Remington composed himself; he didn't mean to shout at her, but the tension was eating away at his own patience, "And I'm sorry for shouting; really, I'm sorry about everything,"

Y/n shook her head, "What's everything?"

"Everything!" he threw his hands in the air, "I've been a total dick, but I don't mean to be! I just -- I get close to you and I just become a different person!"

"Different enough you just decided to start ignoring me out of the blue," y/n nodded, "Did I do something wrong? 'Cause if I did I'm so sorry!"

"You didn't do anything and that's the fucking problem!" Remington exclaimed.

Y/n exhaled slowly, feeling her knees begin to quiver as she stood firmly over the cracked blacktop. She glanced at the bustling line, her cheeks going red under the neon glow of the club sign.

"Can we -- can we maybe do this somewhere else?" she pointed to the people, some of them staring with interest at them.

"Sure," Remington patted at his pockets, a new horror striking him suddenly, "Fuck,"

"What is it?"

"I left my phone inside the club,"

"I got mine," she assured him, "Shae has my purse anyway, I'll text her,"

They started walking, in which direction they weren't entirely sure but Remington's heart pounded faster and faster with each passing second. He was trying to unscramble the words caught in his throat but every which way he thought to phrase it, his words would jumble all over again.

The noise from the club dwindled behind them and they instead came to a quieter plaza. A fountain was crowded with tourists taking photos of the majestic renaissance statues in the middle, being effortlessly splattered by the mist of running water. Remington and y/n came to stand at the edge of the plaza, the heat only fuelling to their growing frustration.

Remington could feel his palms sweating, something that hadn’t happened since his show at the Wiltern, but he swallowed the knot in his throat anyways and stepped closer to her. Despite the sweat and grease from the club, she still smelled so sweetly, she looked so effortlessly beautiful despite smudged makeup under her eyes.

"Do you remember our first tour together?" he asked suddenly.

Y/n glanced at him, somewhat surprised he chose now of all times to reminisce, "How could I forget. Five guys and two girls cramped in a tiny bus that was held together by chewing gum and spit,"

"Oh, and the smell? Fucking brutal," Remington chuckled, "And Sebastian was drunk nearly every night; and he and Phil were always blasting Brit pop and driving us fucking nuts,"

Y/n began to smile, their adventures in that stupid bus washing over her just like it was yesterday, "God, yeah! And we'd get so annoyed we'd hide in my bunk and just watch movies together. Or -- try, what with 4 Non Blondes overshadowing,"

"Even with all those people, it just felt like it was always you and me. You and me against everything, all the time," Remington nodded.

Her smile began to fade, her memories flashing back to the brother's endless fights. She on more than one occasion had to get between and separate --mostly -- Remington and Sebastian when they would butt heads on set lists, hotel arrangements, or just buried drama that they had to work through, "Yeah. It was scary, too,"

"But you never left," he noted.

"You were paying me,"

"You could've left if you wanted. I know you were offered other jobs," Remington said, "You could've taken any of them,"

"But they weren't going to advance my career. I didn't want to be a touring musician for the rest of my life," she admitted, "Besides, I developed a spot for you -- guys," she added quickly.

Remington felt his cheeks heat up, his lips threatening to tear up in a little grin, "I did, too. And I think that's why I've been such a bitch,"

Y/n raised her brows, inhaling slowly as her heart began to swell. Despite her curiosity, she waited patiently, silently, "Because... you like me?"

Remington felt his pinky finger brush against the nail on her thumb, and how desperately he wanted to just hold her hand, "I love you. O-Or I'm in love with you. I think I've been for years, I've just been... scared," he sighed gently.

And just like that, a huge weight had been lifted from his chest. Y/n however, stayed quiet. She stared at the cobblestones beneath her boots, he couldn't pick out the emotions flashing across her face, "And even if you don't feel the same, I can't stand not having you in my life,"

"Remi --" she stopped him suddenly. She felt a rush of confidence then, the rush of adrenaline all she need to grab the band of his suspender, catching him by surprise. His mouth formed a perfect “O” before she pulled him to her and placed her lips on his. 

His lips were a bit chapped and he tasted a little like hard bourbon, but she fit so perfectly against him.  

Remington’s surprise vanished before pulling her in closer. He tilted her jaw up, brushing his thumb against the blade of his cheekbone. She couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped when he gently bit at her bottom lip.

Remington exhaled, pushing her back until y/n's back was pressed against the wall and he stepped even closer. His other hand took her by the waist, squeezing firmly to hold her tight against him.

Y/n reluctantly pulled away, gasping out from the heat of the moment. Remington stepped away, needing a moment to catch his own breath.

"Are you okay?" he asked quietly.

Her head fell back against the wall, her chest heaving from the kiss and the humidity.

"Remi... " when her eyes met his, to his surprise, she began to laugh, "Can we do that again?"

Well, needless to say he didn't need to be asked twice.

His hands grabbed her face, lips smashing against hers with brutal passion. Her fingers carded through his shaggy hair, tugging him closer as his tongue slipped past hers.

His hands moved down to her hips, pulling her tighter against him as he slipped a few fingers under her shirt. His touch burned her skin, his grip on her waist tightening as she nipped at his lower lip. Tugging on his hair as he pulled away, he trailed his warm lips across her jaw. She shivered as his hot breath tickled her skin, leaving open mouthed kisses along her neck.

Her breath caught in her throat, a soft gasp leaving her lips as he sucked on the sensitive skin on her neck. It was most definitely going to leave a mark, it was so public, but neither of them cared. After all, they were under the cover of shadows and everyone was too enthralled with the fountain. Her fingers continued to run through his locks, gently tugging on them to pull his lips back up to her own. He quickly obliged, his lips smashing back against hers as she hummed against him.

"Come with me," he whispered against her skin, "Let's go to the hotel,"

Her kiss-bitten smile was the only answer he needed, and she anxiously took his hand and dragged him out of their corner.

It only felt like moments later when y/n fell backwards on Remington's bed, the cool sheets a welcome respite from the heat, yet not for long as Remington crawled on top of her. Her back arched as he dropped kissed up her abdomen and between her breasts, her humid skin nothing compared to the burning between her legs.

Remington couldn't dare believe the sight of her; for so long he wanted this -- wanted her -- and he savoured every moment of her. Her freckles, her peach fuzz, the little whimpers she'd make when he bit her earlobe. If he died tomorrow, he would be fulfilled nonetheless. He'd gotten what he needed all along.

"Say it again," he whispered against her ear, loving how she shuddered under his touch. His own skin erupted in goosebumps as her fingers pulled up the hem of his muscle tee.

"I love you," she murmured, inhaling sharply as he pressed himself against her thigh.

"Again,"

"I'm in love with you,"

"... Again?"

"Remi," she giggled softly, a sound so perfect he couldn't resist nuzzling his face in her throat. She pressed her fingertips into his shoulders, turning her face to kiss against his cheek.

He lifted his head, his lips just inches from hers and her eyes boring practically into his soul. Even in the dark, she was the most beautiful woman he could ever hope for, inside and out.

"I love you more," and she was finally all his.

@imabee-oralizard

#remington leith #remington leith smut #remington leith imagine #remington palaye royale #emerson barrett #sebastian danzig #maneskin #maneskin fanfiction #palaye royale #palaye royale imagine #palaye fanart #palaye positivity #fever dream #original female character #original story #band blog #band imagine blog #band imagines

[koishua]

oh i love you for rbing hee angsts for me even though they leave a huge impact— yours specifically, for some reason ( im saying this again, vie, drop the secrets ) AND NO IT WASN'T JUST 'OH POOR BOY' FIC i mean maybe, yeah, sort of? but i was having a terrible terrible morning and my intention was to read a cute candle light dinner fic heeseung but who knew you had plans on lighting candles for the reader instead :/

AND THE LONG FIC. i am very intrigued actually, tell me more i think i'm ready to consume more of heeseung on the verge of insanity ( i think we're calling him that every time he's in your fic ) now that i've woken up from a power nap

no bc im trying to look at my fics and i can't find proper dialogue like where are the conversations?? my secret i think is just a crap ton streams of consciousness bye 🚶🚶reader and hee barely ever talk it's just like: here's what's happening in this poor little meow meow's heart and mind. have it, ty and goodbye!!

im sorry for catching you on a bad morning tho ngl ☹️☹️ but also pls 😭😭 that's so funny actually i only have two proper-ish hee fluffs and one's a blind date gone wrong but also right??? and another is just sleepy hee 🚶🚶

the longfic!! yes!! i deleted it and a bunch of others in my bout of fury and annoyance at my writing (more like lack of ability to write actual plot lmao) before i went on that two month writing hiatus so it's gone rip 🤭🤭 but it was something i'd been toying with for so so long like you know that one scene in fever of hee just tired and in bed?? it was inspired by that but instead of horny it was just sadness and sorrow lmao it's actually hilarious how that came to be the more i think about it

it was originally going to start off with that snippet i posted, which was the prologue and it would then spiral into these glimpses at his inability to wake up from this quiet and empty world he'd built for himself in your wake. lots of moments where i was showing him doing and feeling absolutely nothing for weeks on end and just the menial things yada yada and one day the 02z would try to unsuccessfully break his door down so they send a wellness check and whatnot and that's where his healing process began i guess.

it would be rocky and he'd constantly succumb back into his grief bc just like in "second death" he'd become so attached to reader that without them he just wasn't whole enough to function. it'd then go into flashbacks where i was showing everyone how up until then, he had only been living for you and only you. but the boys would take turns crashing at his place and taking him out to places and doing things that would slowly make him return to himself. god there was this one instance where they'd catch him dancing by himself in the candlelight and he was so out of himself that it honestly broke even my heart. they would realize that he kept seeing reader as if they were physically there as a means to cope and it was so heartbreaking i can't begin explaining it to you ugh

eventually the more he started to feel better and the less he started relying on drinking, the more sinister your ghost would become and there would be times where he'd wake up from a dream he had of something nice (other than you at long last) to your ghost just smiling eerily at him from beside his bed, telling him that he was starting to forget about you and how cruel that was of him and that was the first time the boys would ever hear him cry after your departure. the guilt would eat him up alive. logically he knows that you'd want him to be happy and move on but the part in his brain that's so self loathing just makes him see you everywhere so that he never ever forgets about you.

anyhow that's all i had written i think and revisiting it makes me SO want someone to write this out for me 😞😞

#ii. ( pt ) —! asks #tw: death #tw: mental health #?? just in case

[21witnokidz]

IN THE GHETTO

Chapter 4

“Why in the world would you eat cold oats for breakfast. And then add milk in it?”

You were trying to explain to Arthur what cereal was and how you would eat it for breakfast. You just assumed he was used to eating stale bread occasionally with fruits or some shit.

“You just don’t get it. But I’ll tell you one thing I’d kill for just a bowl of cereal right now”

After you got done eating your porridge you heard Dutch come out of his tent and walking towards Arthur.

“Hurry up and get ready son we gotta go into town and do something”

That made you perk up.

“What are y’all gettin ready to do? Can I come?”

Then came around Hosea who was carrying some things to put on his horse.

“Oh what happened to Ms. ‘I don’t wanna be an outlaw’ huh?”

“Well I don’t wanna just sit here and do nothing I have to help out you know”

Then came Bessie coming out of her tent. God everyone is just coming out of no where.

“Well if you wanna help out then why don’t you start with these dishes?”

Arthur stood up and laughed.

“Yea girl stay here with the dishes”

I shot him a glare and followed Bessie to the wash bucket and began scrubbing.

-

Turns out there was a lot to be done with the boys not around. Like cleaning blood and sweat off there dirty clothes. Washing their sheets and whatnot. You were even starting to wonder maybe you should’ve just done whatever outlaw work the boys were up to.

“Come on Y/N the boys will be here soon. Let’s get supper ready and pull your dress down your ankles are showing”

“God how did you do all this before I came. I mean when I had my parents my mama did most of the work around the house but there was only 3 of us. I can’t imagine what it was like for you with 3 other boys”

“Yea it can be a hard thing sometimes. But they protect me so I don’t mind”

You smiled and got supper started. Bessie was really nice and you could tell why Hosea loved her. But you don’t think you could take another day of this. You could be out there catching bad guys.

Later the boys came back with money and supplies. Just what y’all needed. Y’all sat down in ate together. In the middle of conversation Dutch had something to bring up.

“So unfortunately we’re gonna have to move camp since Arthur can’t handle his drinks without getting into a fight”

“No it was that redneck who can’t handle a drink without messing with me!”

“Well that redneck is gonna have us all killed if we don’t relocate so let’s get everything packed up”

Arthur was like every other teenage boy you met. Think they’re the king of world especially when they get to run around with a gun on their hip. They’re usually angry little men who get violent when their pride is wounded. Arthur ain’t so different.

-

The new camp here is different. We’re still in a forest but this time there’s a larger town nearby. You never got to go to the last town so you were hoping to explore this one.

The boys were getting ready to head out again but you stopped them this time.

“Can I come with y’all please? I didn’t spend all morning doing target practice for nothin”

Dutch and Hosea looked at each other before shrugging their shoulders.

“Fine but you ride on Arthur’s horse”

You hurriedly climbed onto his horse and held on tight to him.

“My god girl if you that afraid to fall off then maybe you shouldn’t even come. Or maybe yer holding on tight because you never wanna let me go?”

“God shut up”

You guys rode into town and Dutch gave you and Arthur an objective. Get at least 50 dollars by any means necessary. Without causing too much trouble of course.

“Ok I got an idea. We’re gonna pretend to be street urchins with no one to take care of us and beg for money. Sound good?”

I proposed my plan to Arthur and he just laughed.

“Aw that’s cute. That’s not gonna get you anything but a few pitiful stares and MAYBE a couple nickels. We’re gonna go with my plan instead”

Arthur dragged you into a saloon and pulled you aside.

“Ok yer gonna get on top of that table and start dancing a little. You should be cute enough to get a good amount of money from all these men in here. At the same time I’m gonna go pickpocket some people while they’re distracted from yer dancing”

“I can’t do that! I’m just 15 I don’t want these men staring at me while I dance!”

“I’ll make sure no one touches you I promise-“

“I’m not doing it Arthur”

“Would you rather rob people? You said you wanna help out. You said you don’t wanna commit any crimes. So this is how you make money”

You sighed and started walking to the bar. You looked back and saw Arthur putting his thumbs up with a smile. That idiot.

Carefully you walked up to the bartender and demanded a drink. He knew you were young but he gave it to you anyway. You turned around, held your drink up and shouted.

“Ok boys drinks on me!”

All the men shouted and now all their eyes were on you. You squeezed your eyes shut and downed the drink as fast as you could to not burn your throat. The only way for you to do this confidently was to be a little tipsy.

You could already feel the buzz and so you jumped on the table and started your routine. All the men started shouting and whistling and it all made you feel sick so you got another drink. You could see Arthur going around slipping his hands into peoples pockets and taking out wallets and pocket watches. Other men were throwing money at you.

You were constantly looking at him for him to give you the signal to stop but he kept signaling to keep going. Your audience was getting a little bored and so you decided to do something that would blow their mind.

You reached down and lifted your dress up just a little to show you ankle and all the men went crazy. Some even fainted. You looked to Arthur and he made an ok sign with his hand. With that you jumped down and pushed your way through the crowd and got back with Arthur and all the men started booing.

“Don’t worry fellas she’ll back soon to give y’all some more!”

You smacked Arthur’s arm and he dragged you outside. Outside y’all counted your money and found you had 80 dollars. That was more than enough.

“You sure you didn’t use to be a showgirl?”

“Shut up”

You saw 2 men running towards you guys with guns in their hands.

“That’s the little shit who stole my pocket watch!”

Arthur stood up with a frightened look on his face and pulled his gun out ready to shoot.

One of the guys aimed at me and I froze.

“Y/N get the hell outta the way!”

Arthur pushed me away and shot 2 of the men.

“Godammit how the hell you gonna learn to shoot and not even use the damn gun when you’re in trouble?”

“I-I didn’t wanna kill him…”

“That don’t matter. You may not wanna kill him but he sure wanna kill you. You can’t just freeze like that. What if I wasn’t there. Then what?”

Arthur sighed

“I ain’t mad at ya. But man you gotta learn a few things. Like riding a horse. I don’t want to have you holding on to me like that if I knew you could be such a klutz”

He grabbed my hand and led me to the horses where Dutch and Hosea were. Arthur handed him the money.

“80 dollars”

“How’d y’all do that?”

Hosea asked

“Y/N here got up on a table and danced her heart out”

“Why on earth would you ask her to do something like that!?”

“Hosea it’s fine”

“No it’s not. You’re just a girl”

Dutch then piped up.

“Let’s just forget about it and pretend it never happened then”

Then he turned to you

“Well done you two. You bout ready to head back?”

“Not yet I wanna teach Y/N a lil something”

Arthur grabbed his horse and led you 2 into the forest. He took an apple out and gave it to you.

“Yer gonna learn to ride today. Her name is Kelly. Give her that apple”

You gave her the apple and petted her. She made a few noises. Happy noises you hoped. You climbed on her and Arthur held the reigns guiding her.

“Hey- hey this ain’t too bad. This is actually kinda easy!”

“Great so why don’t ya try this”

Arthur slapped the horse on its ass and it took off.

“Woah woah woah that’s too fast. Too fast!”

The horse was going wild and you could barely hang on. It started to run towards a fallen tree in front of you and it jumped over it. It jumped too high causing you to fall. 

Arthur ran over to you.

“Hey you okay- HOLY SHIT!”

The impact was harder than both of you thought and turns out there was blood going down your forehead.

“My god Y/N I’m sorry please don’t hate me”

He picked you up and started carrying you back to camp.

-

“And why the hell’d you do that anyway! Poor girl probably has a terrible headache now. “

Bessie was scolding Arthur now while he looked down to the ground.

“I’m okay Bessie it’ll heal”

“That’s not the point! Arthur yer gonna stay here with Y/N tomorrow while the rest of us go into town understand?”

Arthur sighed.

“Yes ma’am”

#arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 x reader #red dead redemption x reader #arthur morgan #yeehaw

[larcenywrites]

OMG I bet Justin Hammer would have absolutely no shame! He'd always kiss your hand and hold it for as long as he can when greeting you, would look you up and down and compliment you non-stop, offer to buy you drinks, ask you to dance with him, ask you to go home with him, etc etc. Once he finds out when your birthday is, he's sending you a huge bouquet and a card. If you use social media, you can bet he'll always comment your posts and react to instagram stories and whatnot. He knows damn well you're taken but he doesn't care, he knows Tony hates his fucking guts. He wants you and he wants to piss Tony off - and if he can try to do both at the same time, even better! And the worst part is that he'll probably manage to just seem,,, really nice! at least at first, so you're like not mad, he's just very polite and nice, right? No big deal? Meanwhile, Tony is trying not to loose his cool in front of you. But if Hammer ever does cross a line, Tony WILL punch him. Fuck it, man, it's his girl we're talking about and Hammer better get his paws off of her

Honesty this all backfires so hard bc while nothing could ever make you leave Tony (and Hammer is just a shittier version anyway 😭) a jealous Tony is also a very hot Tony 🥵 and if you’re ever a little mad at him, you can absolutely let his mortal enemy get you a drink just to be nice 🥂 or maybe Tony’s been too busy lately and he just needs a little motivation to get back to fucking the life out of you 😌

Those b-day bouquets might not even come across your radar most of the time, either. And if Tony is unfortunately not around to dispose of it himself, you may find Happy with a very suspicious card still in his hands 🤧 Why is he even here?

#anon #anonymous #answered #larstalks

[driptape]

♥ isabella & hunter

♥ 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐨 . . .

gives nose/forehead kisses

it's sooo hunter , the way he keeps bella untucked under him and constantly kissing her . yuupp , it's him .

gets jealous the most

soooo hunter outwardly acts out more , but i think before that whole ordeal bella would get jealous in more situations . after getting back together , she's far more confident in them and so for that reason , ima go with hunter . he's probably even more easily envious .

picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive

hunter's running to the bar if she calls him . he doesn't drink too much since when he's at parties he's normally selling & doesn't like being too under the influence when he does it . both for a safety issue and needing to remain alert . he also got mad product on him and can't be moving too wonky .

takes care of on sick days

isabella soooo takes care of hunter's crybaby ass when he's sick . suddenly the man's weaker than anything . he's unable to move or feed himself . it's almost like how he became a little addict when they broke up . just a disappointment .

drags the other person out into the water on beach day

both of them are dragging each other out . i wanna say that hunter would soo do it . buutt they're both pretty fun and playful with each other so i'd assume it would just be one of those types of thing . like , yeeesss . . . they're going into their bad era , but they're still the same ol' people .

gives unprompted massages

mmm . . . this one i'm unsure of tbh . i'm saying it's hunter . same reason for the kisses . he simply can't keep his hands off of her . especially when she's reading . he will forever cuddle her and ' unintentionally ' distract her . massage her feet and back . . . definitely end up between her legs . massage another part of her until she cums .

drives/rides shotgun

isabella don't got a reason to drive with hunter . he's forever gonna drive around with her riding shotgun . he delivers so he'd never leave without his car . he doesn't carry a lot of drugs with him but he does carry and he'd never put her in that position god forbid they get pulled over . he's taking the fall . she better pretend like she doesn't know him .

brings the other lunch at work

hunter doesn't have a real job , so he'd sneak by her job in order to spend lunch with her . suuurreee , she could probably spend it with her friends / coworkers and whatnot , but he be bored and lonely and missing his girl . stealing her every so often is fun .

has the better parental relationship

oooouuu we haven't gotten into thiiiss ?? ima go with isabella since she has a better upbringing . hunter's parents haven't always approved of him for obvious reasons sooooo .

tries to start role-playing in bed

isabella ?? hunter ?? both of them . i feel like they're in their experimental phase and so they're willing to do a lot . or at least , they're willing to try a few things . isabella's fearless atp and hunter's been around some whores lol .

embarrassingly drunk dancer

ISABELLLLLLAAAA !!! remember the first night they kissed ? baby girl was drunk and pulling him to dance . he's so happy that party happened and he needed to take her home . who would've thought ??

still cries watching titanic

neither ??? i mean . . . maybe bella ? i don't know . they're not the type to watch romance movies ? uhm . . . i don't know . i feel like they put on a movie and never actually finish it .

firmly believes in couples costumes

i feel like it's probably bella . . . idk why but it's gotta be her , right ? ik it isn't hunter lol .

breaks the expensive gift rule during christmas

ooo hmmm . . . i feel like this past christmas it was bella but for future christmases it's going to be hunter . i think the more he loves her the better he's going to treat her . the more wealth he gains the more he's going to want to spend it on her . i think they're the more stable and loving version of cleo/tonio . v much drug king & queen vibes .

makes the other eat breakfast

isabella seems like more of a morning person so she probably makes him breakfast and won't let him leave without eating . even if it's just taking something on the way out .

remembers anniversaries

isabella because hunter doesn't care about that . he'll treat every day like a fucking anniversary if he could . he loves her a lot , but expect him to only know her birthday .

brings up having kids

neither as of now . but it feel like hunter would soooo do it . just for shits and giggles . probably says shit like ' i'ma put a baby in you . ' and i meaaannn he kinda does but also doesn't yk .

#drugs tw #usfw tw #༻ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 isabella sanchez feat hunter ༺ #༻ 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐅𝐘 responses ༺ #orbicularia

[dxncingxqueen]

“Ah, Nayako! I was hoping to bump into you; ah, Merry Christmas... ! I hope you’re having a very nice one. I actually wanted to give you a gift, hence why I wanted to find you. It’s not much, but h-here you go.. !” 

Shuichi holds out his gift for her, which were a pair of bottles, wrapped together with a blue ribbon; one was a red insulated water bottle, while the other was a purple infuser bottle. “So um, the red one is an insulated bottle, while the purple one is an infuser bottle. I imagined that after dancing practice, you’d want to have some cold water. So I wanted to get you bottles that can hold cold drinks very well, and then with the purple one, if you ever maybe want to have tea or fruit-infused water or whatnot in that. Either way, I hope you like them and will get great use out of them... !” (I hope you likey~! Merry Christmas!!! 💧🍵🍓)

“Sh-Shuichi! Merry Christmas!” She’d never say it aloud, but Naya was pleasantly surprised Shuichi kept making time to come up and talk to her. What was it about her that drew to him? What was it about him?

“Oh-“ And a present? She hesitantly took the bottle from him and looked them over as he explained what they were, yes widening in pleasant surprise.

“I-I don’t know what to say. Thank you, so much! I’m sorry, I… I don’t have anything to give you…”

#ic #asks #ahogedetective

[sazlew]

The Sex Thing.

(if ur reading this anyone i know fuck off fuck off) 

I am not as horny as my friends seem to think I am.

Or as bad at decision making as I know they’re worried about.

Okaayyy as usual if you know me fuck off this isn’t for u. I don’t even know if you wanna read this if you do know me, that’s what it’s gonna be like. 

I get their concern, I love that they worry about me, but genuinely - I’m fine. I’m cool. I just like to get with guys - and that’s not a thing to shame me for!

Okay so some background.

I went to an all girls school for high school (Welly Girls, like most of my mates), and it wasn’t super restrictive or anything but it was still very girls. And I get if you’re into that or whatnot but I’m not and never have been. I’ve got lots of queer mates who I love but it’s just not for me.

So I went to this girls school - barely had anything to do with boys AT ALL when I was there. Cause i was a nerd. Like most of my friends, i mean i work at a movie theatre now, it’s not like I was ever cool enough to work in retail or in something else - i know loads about movies and studied comms at uni, I was never ever ever going to be someone cool - but yeah we were all nerds.

Making jokes, liking youtubers, playing video games - nerds. And we got bullied a lot for that! I didn’t want to change anything, but we did get suuuuuper bullied for that. Like, all the time. Girls can be bitchy as when they wanna be and some of the girls at that school were just… ew. Mean for the sake of being mean.

But whatever. I’m rambling. 

I learned what sex was through really bad sex ed classes. And the internet. Obviously the internet. The internet’s full of filthiness and I’m super into the internet, so it makes sense that I would have learned about bodies and stuff from there. These kids these days, they don’t know how good they have it - they’re not being sent links in msm chatrooms that lead to godawful porn.

Or maybe they are. Omegle and Chatroulette are some freaky shit, idk what it must be like growing up as a teen girl these days. Idk if it is very healthy. I’m scared of those places like Music’ly (?) and others - they’re way too young for me.

Ok rambling again.

Sex. We had sex ed, with this dude teacher as a part of health class. I reckon he felt it was as cringy as we did cause it was suuuuuper awkward. I know in one of the classes he put on a Shane Dawson video (big yikes!) to teach us about the birds and the bees and wow that was probably not a great idea considering what that guy’s up to now.

But yeah it was awkward. A lot of details on the technicals, nothing about anything that matters. Like what 10000 different STDs were (even the ones that are super hard to get) and contraception.

Like i know that stuff matters - obviously it does - but there’s definitely other things you gotta talk about! Like consent and when a relationship is healthy (me and my mates definitely got into some of those bad ones when we were at uni), lots of stuff that was missing when we were at school.

Idk if it is better now. I really hope it’s more in depth and the teachers are cool and not just some awkward teacher who also teaches science. That’s just bad planning.

But yeah. I went to uni. Had never ever kissed a guy (big nerd remember)?

And then I got into drinking.

And parties.

Genuinely didnt think that would be me ay but it so turned out to be! I just like parties. I like being around people, feeling people around me, chatting and dancing and feeling a bit light in the head. It’s hard to think when you’re drunk and I know that sounds bad but it’s not a problem or anything, it’s just a little relief.  

Parties. Lots of parties. I basically went to every single uni one I was asked to which was great. I made loads of friends and had a great time at pretty much every one (not every single one but most of them and that’s fine, life is like that.)

So I was at these parties. And in my second year, I was at this party with a bunch of law students right. You’d think they’re boring but they realy know how to party (probs cause their parents are all rich lol). 

And there was this guy there. He was doing his postgrad, and just like wildly hot. Not like traditionally hot I don’t reckon but he was intense. Really focussed, I think, and we got drunk together and well.

Then it happened. I don’t even remember his name - or maybe he didn’t even say it. And it was…fine? Like it wasn’t great. It was like I’d spent forever hyping up this thing that really just turned out to be a bit uncomfy and kinda average.

And then the next day when I woke up I saw I had hickies in the mirror and I fuckin cried about it, ay. Just burst into tears.

Don’t even really know why. It was dumb.

Never saw the guy again and I can’t even look him up to see what he’s doing now.

Also the cunt gave me a UTI so.

Anyway later later later on. Like guys occasionally come up to me but I’m not that hot compared to others, and I’m just a bit hesitant to take things further - cause I love people, I love being around people, and I love… wow this will sound weird as fuck - but I love touching people? Like my day can get so muc better if I get a good hug from a friend or I doze off while watching a movie and fall asleep on someone’s shoulder or even pashing - like i love love love a bit of fondling and whatnot - that shit gets me going more than sex itself!

But yeah. That stuff was happening and it was good and I liked it a lot - and then, well, Liam. 

See my previous post for details on that [A link to Saz’s previous post about Liam].

And Liam introduced me to a bunch of things that I didn’t even realise I was into. (Ok I’m kinda lying about that, I did see Fifty Shades and feel things - not for Christian, ew he’s a dick, but the situations? The give and release?

Turns out that I like controlling people a bit. Not like in a bad way. In a consensual way. There’s something so exciting about having the power in a moment and the other person wanting you to have that power?

There’s nothing like it in the world I don’t think. 

So.

Yeah. That’s my sex life sorted. Maybe I do look for certain guys but tbhhhhh there’s really no point in getting with someone if they’re not going to be into what i’m into. And youd better not shame me for that. 

I’m just exploring. I don’t think that’s an issue ay but some people make it out to be.

And all i gotta say about that is that if you spent your life hating how you looked as much as i did, you might see something like this as a kind of liberation. 

Look. you do you, and i’ll do me. Right now, i’m having a good time and that’s what matters.

#me #intimacy

[sweeney-bell]

Nadja & Laszlo x Familiar Reader

<3

After knowing Guillermo for a couple days he invited you over for some dinner saying he'd love for you to meet his roommates gushing on and on about how you'd love them and about how you and them have so much in common.

You happily agreed much to his delight. All he had to do now was make sure the gang did not eat you.

Surprisingly the night was a hit! Which really shocked Guillermo, he was expecting everyone to jump you as soon as you walked in trying to drink your blood and whatnot. But no one did, after he introduced you to everyone they all seemed to instantly like you. (You pretty much became their Stu)

After you came home from dinner you were surprised to see Nadja and Laszlo standing in your apartment's living room. As you opened your mouth to say something Nadja ran across the room lightly cupping your face in her hands "Little one Laszlo and I have an announcement for you". Laszlo walked over with his hands in his pocket " You see my darling wife Nadja and I have decided you'd be our next familiar!" and with that, he threw confetti from his pockets all over you.

You soon moved into the house. Expecting a small closest you were thrown off guard as the duo wanted you to move into their room with them instead.

At first, you were under the impression you'd be doing all sorts of house chores for them but that's not what happened. If anything you became their human partner or maybe a pet? Its hard to describe. All that matter's is that care deeply about you.

Oh, you wanted to help Guillermo clean the house? Nonsense! Here come listen to them play their music and dance. You don't want to sing or dance? That sucks for you cause you'd be force to write a whole song with Laszlo and sing it while making up a whole new dance with Nadja

Of course, you thought you were being slick since once they fell asleep you'd help clean up the house and get rid of the leftovers. But a month later Nadja woke up seeing you were gone and came up with a new sleeping arrangement. Now the lovers switch who gets to cuddle with you all-day long. (You feel awful about leaving all the chores for Guillermo so you gladly buy him all the coffee the guy could want)

The couple are possessive as fuuuucccccckk. You are their little human. You can die so, unfortunately, you get cut out of a lot of group activities. Werewolves, witches, necromancer, the baren; you are staying home! Nadja and Laszlo don't want to hear about it. To them you are defenseless. Even after a couple training sessions with Guillermo still not happening.

That being said the moment you show any interest in becoming a vampire. Nadja will not hide her excitement. This woman will make lists about why you should do it. "You could be with Laszlo's and I's little baby bat.". Every conversation if there was an opening she'd mention it trying to get you to agree.

Laszlo on the other hand claims he really doesn't care and its your choice. But behind the scenes; he's helping Nadja write the lists and even a song here and there. This man has grown so attached.

If you end up agreeing, Nadja gets to work planning the perfect party. She is going above and beyond to make it as magical as possible. Inviting everyone! Laszlo is running after his wife making sure she doesn't stress out too much and double-checks with you making sure you really want this. Nadja of course is the one who gets to turn you but Laszlo gets to hold you the entire time.

If you end up deciding being turned into a vampire isn't what you want. Laszlo respects your choice while Nadja, unfortunately, starts putting distance between the two of you. Give her a couple days then she's back to trying to convince you that you should let her turn you but shes not as intense as before. Thinking you just need time and you'd eventually agree to be turned

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