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sexlapis · 4 months

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i know requests are closed and im sorry but i need this so i dont forget 💖 actor!toji looking at edits on live and hes like “so yall see me like this” and the fans go wild

actor!toji on live!

okay i’ll make an exception once.

𝜗𝜚 actor!toji (x implied gn!reader)

sfw, crack, tiktok (bc that’s it’s own warning), suggestive, horny toji fans, toji has reading glasses, petnames (‘kid’) he’s a little rude but when is he not :), old man toji <3

〆(・∀・) : me after not writing abt actor toji for like a month 😊🤗

masterlists

actor toji masterlist

“hey, everybody,” toji said, waving to camera as if he didn’t fumble and struggle in front of his fans for the past ten minutes trying to get his phone to stand up securely. he looks cute, dressed in a navy blue hoodie with nothing underneath and his dark hair was a messy mop atop his head.

now he just sits in his chair at his dining room table, watching the viewer count rise and rise to absolutely ridiculous numbers.

“fourty thousan-fifty thou-sixty thousand?! didn’t know i had so many fans..jesus christ…”

honestly, toji had no idea what he was doing and he was a tiny bit nervous. this was his first ever “live” (something that he did not know even existed until you told him) and he had no idea how to entertain his fans or what they really wanted. but they seem pleased with him just staring at the camera in confusion and admiring his handsome face.

toji proceeds to read some of the comments in the rapid moving chat of chaos. here, starts the beginning of his own demise.

many comments are sweet, kind, praising him for his talent and acting skills, some were just spamming their country flags and names, a rare male fan is asking to see his guns collection, others asking about his upcoming projects but the majority of them are…not exactly PG in the slightest.

toji’s eyes could bulge out of damn skull at some of the explicitly and complete shamelessness of his fans. he knew they found him attractive, but this was a whole other level of depravity.

“what the fuck…” toji whispers in awe, mouth agape as his eyes scan through the chat, his eyes being fed with the most desperate and thirsty comments he has even read, “you guys are sumthin’ else…”

his one sentence just pours fuel on the, already blazing and large, fire, the chat moving so fast that is starts to lag.

“why’d i even speak..”

he actually takes time to read each comment that he can see (and stomach) and one of them catches his eye.

“watch your edits on tiktok? i have edits? what’s an edit?”

the chat blows up even more, commenters begging and begging him to watch these…edits.

“alright, alright, i’ll watch these “edits”,” toji says to the camera, before pulling out another phone, one that is clearly quite old, jagged edges and a cracked camera, a raggedy phone case and just overall not in the best condition it could be in.

“‘what is that ancient ass device’ eh? this is my main phone,” he replies to a comment, showing his phone to the camera to his fans can see, “‘s fine, works perfectly. and it’s not “ancient”. it’s actually a nokia. pft, dumbass kids.”

toji can feel himself being flamed in the chat. even more so when he pulls out his reading glasses.

“yeah, ‘m fuckin’ old. jesus.”

he squints, scrolling on his beaten up phone with his index finger, “y’know, ion even really use tiktok, i only got it so _____ can send me videos of whatever the fuck. i swear, that kid sends me a million videos per day..” toji sighs, smiling at the thought of you, “ahh, they’re just so dumb.”

toji, after a long time of searching through trial and error and directions from his fans, eventually finds the search page of tiktok.

“alright, what’d i type in then? just ‘toji’? ‘toji fushiguro’?” he looks for answers in the chat, but find himself getting frustrated at the lack of actual responses to his question. he tuts, “i’m just gonna search ‘toji fushiguro edits’ and see what happens.”

he does just that and the results are…very interesting.

right in front of his very eyes are miles and miles of edits of himself, created by his fans, their depravity exposed for him to see, some of who were probably watching him at this very moment.

“jeeeeesus christ. ‘dunno what i even expected, honestly,” he scrolls through them, audios changing constantly as he does so, his eyes wide and wondering, “i’m actually impressed…”

toji pressed on one, and he watches it, the edit flashing in the reflection of his glasses as he watches. his open mouth slowly turns into a smirk of amusement and all out disbelief, the audio of the video being something about… ‘needing someone older’?

“so you guys see me like this?” he asked, expression incredulous and he breathes out a small chuckle, “buncha little fuckin’ freaks.”

the chat seems to like that. a lot.

his chat is once again flooded with comments from hell…hell for people driven purely by lust, that is.

toji huffs, “how old is this person anyway?”

he seemingly clicks on the account and reads their username. well, almost.

“‘tojis little cu-woah!” he almost drops his phone out of his hand, jaw on the floor, “how old are you! sixteen?! toji looks to the camera, eyebrows furrowed before slamming his phone on the table and pointing at his fans through the screen, “go do your homework! and be in bed by nine. actually, no scratch that, eight! christ…sixteen years old, oh my god…”

he continues to mutter to himself, completely baffled at how some of his fans are so young and just so…out of their minds. his skin crawls at the thought of a sixteen year old liking him in such a way.

toji shivers, “god, where are your parents?” he questions and continues to search through the edits, before finding one that looks safe, innocent and PG.

he was proven wrong however, when the audio was a woman rapping about being put in full nelsons-

“okay, that’s enough!” he slams his phone down again on the table, “i’ve seen enough,” and then he reaches for the camera, not even caring about his viewers. he mutters a, “crazy fuckin’ kids” before abruptly ending his “live” and going to take a nap.

the next day, you have sent him over ten videos on tiktok, all of them being edits of him from the day of the live, most of them containing the clip of when he called his fans, quote, a “buncha little fuckin’ freaks” unquote.

toji sighs at them, secretly entertained that you must be watching these deviant edits of him too.

〆(・∀・) : no i have not forgotten abt actor toji

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briefalpacashark · 2 months

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~Charades~

You play charades with the 141 lads.

“We should play charades,” it was a small suggestion, half-jokingly. You were locked up in a random corner of the world were Wi-Fi, and entertainment was scarce.

The boys had agreed.

You and Soap offered to be the smaller team if you could work together.

Worst mistake of the boy's life. You had all chucked in bets and items you had brought on deployment. Sweet foods, beers, money and even an unfinished sudoku was on the line.

You all threw pieces of paper with random things written on them into a hat which you would draw from. Both teams tried to write items that only their team would know.

It didn't help the other team in the slightest.

You each had one minute to guess the most items. First it was the other teams go. They got a few and stumbled over a questionably worded one.

Then it was your and Soap's time to shine.

Soap opted to be the charader and you the guesser. Soap shook out his body cracking his neck as he got ready. Your expression were deathly serious as you readjusted in the seat moving forward to place your wight on your knees.

“They are way to serious for this,” Gaz grinned at the others.

“Shut up,” you snapped.

“Alright ready? Start!” Price stated the timer.

“Bacon,

Cigars

Rocket launcher

Swiss cheese

Fucking BRITS!

Laswell!

Highland cow!

FLUFFERNUTTER!

Bruce Springsteen!

Parsnips! NO! BUSELSPROUTS!

PRICE!” in a rapid-fire succession Soap shot out barely one movement before you guessed it.

“Time!” Price announced. In excitement you stood, pumped full of adrenalin.

“FUCK THE BRITS!” Soap exclaimed in excitement.

“FUCKEN OATH!” you yelled as you clasped hands before chest bumping.

“How the hell did they do that?” Gaz asked as bewildered as the others.

“They cheated,” Ghost shrugged.

“Fuck off,” you grinned.

“I don't know. That seemed mighty specious,” Price shrugged.

“You lot don't understand. The lass and I have a connection. Synced at the mind,” Soap explained half serious tapping his temple.

“Of course they wouldn't understand. They're British,” you said patting Soaps shoulder, shaking you head like you had just heard some difficult news.

“There is no way you didnt cheat,” Gaz shock his head.

“Oh you dont belive us do you?” You asked.

“How about this. I've got one more. It hasn't been written down so there no way she could have known it. If she gets it in under a second you all have to admit we won fair and square,” Soap proposed the idea. The lads looked at each other. It was a worthy gamble.

“Fine,” Price nodded.

You got ready once again Soap rubbing his hands together as you prepared yourself. You propped yourself on your knees as you stared at him.

“You fuckers watching?’ Soap asked.

“We're watching,” Gaz said.

“Good cause your about to see some real fucking magic,” you stated.

“Alright Price count us down,” Soap ordered.

“3, 2, 1,” Price said. Soap rose to his full height, holding both his hands up in ok sighs. His eyebrows raised, and he blew his cheeks out with a huff.

“SIMONS ASS!” You screamed at the top of your lungs.

Let's just say you guys won.

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--COD Master List Here--

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#141 x reader #141 x you #cod 141 #cod ghost #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #task force 141 #tf 141 #simon riley x reader

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bad-and-drawn-that-way · 2 months

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Another Vox enthusiasts I see? Well if I may...

Vox with a GN Hacker reader who was turned entirely digital after manifesting in hell. They don’t even have a physical form they’re completely stuck within Hell’s databases, their skills are obviously useful to him so he offers them a place on the team which they immediately accept on the condition that Vox makes them a vessel to inhabit because holy shit are they going stir crazy.

I’m not entirely sure how Vox’s abilities work but given he can at the very least project himself onto screens and the like I get the feeling that he’d plug himself into the system whenever they talk. Mostly because it keeps them grounded, they’re alot calmer when he’s actually next to them and not looking in through a screen.

I hope this didn’t get too wordy or long I just wanted to be thorough because I have massive brain rot for this techno mf-

Take your time with this request! Kisses darling <3

-📽

Dude, does anyone else remember having Shimeji's or that internet episode from Fairly Odd Parents? Cause that's what I'm about to write!

Digital Pet [Vox x Digital Reader]

When you first manifested in Hell, you were completely unaware that you had ended up in Hell itself. Because instead of manifesting in the overcrowded circle designated for sinners, you instead found yourself in a digital landscape. Countless screens surrounded you like a million portals. You could see the different shapes and sizes of the devices being used in hell and could even alter whether or not you saw what was being displayed on the screen or what the screen could see itself like a window to Hell.

At first, you had a massive meltdown. From what you could tell, you were the only one in this digital Hell custom-tailored to leave you isolated despite having access to every device in Hell. You wondered what you did to deserve the extra punishment layered on top of not being good enough for heaven, especially since you hadn't done anything particularly evil when you were alive.

You lost track of how much time passed. You entertained yourself by jumping from system to system. You'd watch shows that sinners binged, and you'd watch the city from large advertisement screens that overlooked the sinner's circle of Hell. Anything to stave off the loneliness.

One day, that all changed when you felt an electric buzz make the hairs on the back of your neck stand. You heard the voice of someone swearing and immediately pulled yourself away from the screen you had been sticking your nose into. When you turned, you saw another demon who was still sparking with some bright electric energy as he dusted himself off.

For a moment the two of you just stared at each other in shock. As far as you and Vox knew, you were the only ones who could access the digital realm of Hell's database. Vox is immediately wary, but you are thrilled as you approach him quickly.

"H-Hi, oh my god!" you breathe as you look him over. He didn't look new to Hell, but you had never seen anyone else in the same pocket of space as you before. "Did you just die? Have you seen anyone else? Did you just get here? It's been so long since I saw another person that wasn't on a screen!"

Vox blinked as you rapid-fired questions at him. He looked you over as you rambled something about the irony of his face being a screen when he finally shook his head and held up a hand to stop you.

"Woah, woah, woah, slow down," he started. "What are you talking about? How are you even here? No one else should be able to traverse through the database of Hell but me."

Vox's interest only grows as you explain your situation. "I see," he hummed as he looked you over with new intrigue. "I wonder if you have similar abilities to mine and just got caught in the in-between..."

It was easy enough for him to lure you into a deal. The sheer amount of panic you expressed when he pretended he was going to just leave you there was hilarious at the time. In exchange for you "surfing the web" for him, so to speak, he took you on as an apprentice of sorts. Vox trained your abilities and helped you hone your magic. While you had every hope of one day figuring out how to manifest in the physical realm the way he did, Vox cleverly avoided any pursuit of the possibility.

He liked having full power over you and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't starting to grow attached. While you hadn't learned anything about manifesting physically, you had learned how to appear on his screens. He'd never admit it to you out loud, but he found the tiny image of you running around on his devices and talking with him to be pretty damn adorable.

Despite his manipulation, the two of you actually slowly became friends. He found himself genuinely proud of you whenever you popped up to show him something new you had learned. There was a weird warm and fuzzy feeling in his chest when you would bounce with excitement at your new discoveries.

Sometimes you'd ask him to play a certain show or song for you. Even after you learned how to control inactive devices so you could look up anything you wanted, you still liked to ask him to play things for you just so you could watch them in his presence. You'd send memes to each other and Vox had to quickly excuse himself when you sent him a crudely drawn image of Alastor slipping on a banana peel while he was in the middle of giving a presentation at a meeting.

Vox was emotionally constipated, but he wasn't stupid. He could tell that the warm feeling in his chest was growing and he knew you were the source. He clutched his chest as he stepped into his lair and saw you sleeping on his desktop toolbar, waiting for him to come home after a long day at work. He had promised you that you'd watch the new episode of a show you'd been watching together, but his gameshow had run late.

He sits down with a sigh and traces over your sleeping form, feeling something twist inside of him as his claw only met with the cold, flat surface of a screen. He wondered what it would be like to hold you. To touch you. To have you in his arms while the two of you lay on the couch while you made him watch stupid shows instead of...

"Fuck," Vox whispered to himself as he pulled away from the innocent image of you. He clutched his face as he slumped forward in his chair. He had a decision to make.

And so do you, dear readers! I want to make a part two to this, the real question is:

#vox x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel vox

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charles-leclerizz · 15 days

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Rapid Fire Challenge: Aisha vs. Max

Aisha and Max go head-to-head in a rapid-fire question challenge. With only seconds to answer each question, they'll reveal fun facts, preferences, and more. Who will come out on top?

reading time : 8 mins 15 seconds

word count : 1.6 k [ 1650 words ]

warnings : swearing, lewd and suggestive wording, crack, not proof read

Masterlist · 🪷 Aisha · 🪷 Porsche F1 Team · 🪷

" What the fuck are you wearing?" Max looked Aisha up and down, his trademark red bull can clattering into the hollow bin next to him as he watched Aisha run a confused hand down her front before glancing cautiously back up at him.

She arched a brow at him and tugged at her strapless top, " clothes ? "

Max snorted and reached out to poke her slightly exposed mid-driff, " or lack thereof . "

Was the aggravating man wrong? Perhaps not.

In Aisha's opinion, it was a perfectly splendid ensemble. Another one of her brand parter's had generously offered her a two piece outfit, a long, flowing silk skirt that shimmered a classic Porsche silver- paired with a tight cotton, corset top that accentuated her chest with a ruffled middle piece of taffeta.

To others, it may seem over the top.

" You have the same outfit everyday. it's like you're trying to be an NPC ." Aisha plucked at his red-bull jersey with a scrunched up nose, " it's not my fault that brands love to gift me pretty things and you… well . " she fluttered her fingers at his slightly-looser-than-normal tight jeans.

" Hmm .. " he hummed, tempted to flick the stack of dainty, amrapali golden chains that sat delicately on her collarbones, " whatever you say. I'm sure Lando appreciates your outfit . "

" And what's that meant to mean ? "

" - Excuse me ? "

" Just saying - "

" Saying what ? Are you just jealous that I can pull of colours unlike you, who stays about monochromatic as a pair of granny panties . "

" Woah-h-h, big words for miss 'I'm here cause I couldn't get a modeling gig ' "

" - Excuse me ? "

" Oh, just because I have the assets - " she gestured at her breasts and face, "- to do modelling, you're bitter ? don't worry, we can get you a push up bra from Forever 21. You'll fit right in"

" Excuse me ? "

" - What ? "

" We're ready for you, " an onset assistant, who looked too scandalised for her own good, motioned for them to step into the filming room.

They mouthed silent insults and unnecessarily pointed to one another, as they pushed through the inconveniently small door.

" And… we're stuck. this is all your fault max . " aisha hissed, crossing her arms as selflessly as she could muster whilst being pressed chest to chest with an equally uncomfortable Dutchman who propped a palm up- just above the crown of her head on the short doorway.

" my fault ? " he retorted, face growing redder with each second they spent sharing breath, " you're the one with india's remaining crown jewels on her person ."

" well maybe if your entitled ancestors didn - "

" oh shut up, it was the british and you know it . "

Luckily, the assistant had noticed their predicament and rushed over to undo the deadbolt lock to the second door, allowing the two to stumble away from each other.

They had thankfully remained silent as the rest of the filming crew grew more and more entertained with their squabbling, merely following the polite instructions and taking their seats as denoted by the white, masking tape markers stuck onto the plush seats.

" ROLLING "

" Welcome back everyone to a new season of formula 1 ! " the chirpy interview babbled to the largest camera before turning to the drivers who sat in line with her, watching her neutrally as they both accepted small, clip on microphones.

" Today we have … " she trailed off, giggling at Aisha who struggled to slip on the clasp of the tech in her hand, the plastic mechanism clacking obnoxiously at each failed attempt.

" Max, from our very own red bull garage ," she turned to max, who was already set himself up and was now sitting straighter in his tufted, indigo seat. He waved at the camera and politely smiled.

The interviewer glanced at Aisha as she victoriously gasped and raised her hands happily when the microphone stayed put, tucked between her skin and top, " … and aisha, rookie of the season down from porsche . "

Aisha waved at the camera, a serene smile playing on her lips.

" We're here to play a quick fire round of questions with the grids current champion , " she gestured to max, " and this years fresh meat . " she pointed her stack of cards at aisha.

" I'll be asking you both questions about each other, and whoever guesses correctly the fastest, will win a point . it's all about testing if your racing chemistry translates to real-life friendship ! "

" What friendship ? " max deadpanned, fiddling with his fingers.

" Can we do this one thing without you letting people know you hate me ? or is it too hard for the 3X world champion to multi-task ? "

The interviewer's eyes ping-ponged between them before her grin became artificially wider and she screeched a shrill, " Let's begin ! "

" alright max, what is aisha's favourite track to race ? "

the driver jumped at his name and the camera lens zoomed into his determined expression as he glanced between aisha's anticipatory face and the air, as if he were begging the particles for the answer.

" one second "

" she's said this before.. " he tried, clapping his hands nervously.

" i have, " aisha shrugged, egging him on.

" it was one of those times where she wouldn't shut up. "

" two seconds "

" come on max, it's so easy, i've raced there in f2 as well ... "

" yeah- cause i had the f2 races on while i was training, "

" three seconds "

" wow you're bad at this, " aisha huffed out, landing back against her chair with a relaxed flop.

max bounced his knee, forcibly shutting his eyes and harshly pressing his fingers into them as he pieced together his answer, " it's... shit... is it ?.. suzuka ? "

"- oh for fuck sake ! "

" - you are correct ! one point to max "

CURRENT SCORE : 0 - 1

" okay, aisha, If max could race in any era of Formula 1, past or present, which one would she choose ? "

" how come i get the piss hard one ? "

" cause you'll never actually get hard otherwise.." max mumbled.

" oh fuck off. "

" language guys, our editors aren't paid enough to censor all of this ."

aisha hooked her ankles together before leaning forward and hummed thoughtfully, " maybe... i don't think he's even mentioned this..." she plucked at her dangling earring as she continued to oscillate in recollection.

he shrugged, " i don't think i have actually."

" one second "

" wait... wait..." aisha hurried out, holding her palm out, " i have to choose wether he's too egotistical for my geuss.."

" oh please, " max sassed, " take your time, i'm sure my ego has alot to dissect. "

aisha scrunched up her face sourly, " yeah it does- like your unsolved daddy issues. "

" always the daddy issues ." he threw his hands up, " atleast be creative."

" two seconds "

" okay okay, hmmm, the 2021 season ? " aisha screwed her eyes shut, just incase she was wrong, " he would love to relive his first WDC . "

" that is..." the interviewer patted her legs quickly, continously creating a monotonous beating sound, " correct ! point to aisha . "

CURRENT SCORE : 1 - 1

" last one for max, if he gets this one, he wins, if not, then aisha gets a chance . "

max nodded determinedly, his mouth set in a hard line, "ready."

" wow, okay, " the interviewer gawked at his statue-like intensity, " uhm, what is aisha's pre-race ritual . "

aisha kicked her chin up, ready to watch max blubber over his last question, nobody knows her pre-race ritual, she was diligent enough to keep it hidden.

" so, i know she calls her parents around.. an hour before the race, " he paused mid-way to grin like a cheshire at her increasingly suspicious look, " and, i also know she has a playlist she listens to, mostly hozier.. but, without fail she.." max snaps his fingers, the final peice flickering to life like a broken tube light, "... she always.. can i say this ? "

aisha's face popped, cheeks flushing dangerously quickly, " can he ? "

" i.." the interviewer looked out the small tech crowd behind the camera who all gave her the same, confused shrug, ushering her to continue, " i assume so."

" she always wears.. ehm.. a pair of white underwear ." he mumbles the last phrase, avoiding eye-contact with anyone within the room whilst scratching the back of his neck.

" max ! " aisha smacked his shoulder in outrage, "wha- i mean why- but how ? " she spat out, her words merging within eachother until they tumbled out in an unintelligble spew.

" we didn't get that, she wears what ? "

" white.. undergarments, " max hesitantly answered.

the interviewer blinked a few times before gulping heavily and clearing her throat, " well thats a gross violation ! but let's just gloss over that. "

CURRENT SCORE : 1 - 2

" and for the sake of not continuing this hell-game, max is the winner. congratulations. " she clapped her hand gently against her queue cards.

"yeah.. well done.. bro " aisha muttered, dissociating from her surroundings to protect herself from further embarrassment that may just allow her already erratic heart to jump out of her ribcage.

" i don't feel like a winner," max joined her monotone lilt, eyes wide and wet, maintaing an unwwavering stare at the white wall that stood proud behind the myriad of wires.

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lixiepixiedust · 5 months

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Home, Sweet, Home

pairing — idolbf!bangchan x f!reader

word count — drabble ∼900 words

warnings — she/her reader, fluff!!

summary — In a surprise visit to Bang Chan's studio, you accidentally appeared on his Instagram livestream. Bang Chan tries his best not show that you're there but obviously he's too whipped for you.

You scanned your keycard and unlocked the main door to JYP Entertainment. You made your way into the elevator as it hummed and moved upward. When the doors opened, you walked down the hallway, stopping at Bang Chan's studio.

Right after you knocked, the door swung open, revealing Bang Chan's surprised expression. He immediately gestured towards the camera, telling you he was doing an Instagram livestream. It was clear that you had caught him off guard, unintentionally making an appearance.

As Bang Chan regained his composure, he sat back down and quickly addressed the online audience, "Hey everyone, it was just Changbin popping in for a quick chat." A playful and knowing smile accompanied his words, aimed at reassuring his fans.

Silently, you moved towards a seat beside Bang Chan's desk, carefully choosing a spot that remained out of view from the camera. Chan subtly shifted his chair forward, edging closer to the desk as you exchanged a rapid glance. He slipped his hand discreetly under the table, extending his arm to rest his hand on your leg.

As Bang Chan continued engaging with the fans during the livestream, he occasionally turned his gaze towards you, allowing it to linger for a few moments. A warm, genuine smile accompanied this glance.

You joined the livestream to witness the interaction from the fans' perspective and look at comments. Looking at them made your eyes light up. Some were quick to notice Bang Chan's glances and smiles.

"He keeps looking off to the side. Who's there?""Is there someone with Bang Chan?""Bang Chan, is there a surprise guest with you today?""The way he smiles and looks to the side... there's definitely something going on"

It was clear that the audience was observant and deeply invested in Bang Chan's livestream. Meanwhile, Bang Chan thought he maintained the mystery.

Your eyes flickered up to Bang Chan, who looked back at you confused, likely because you seemed nervous. You gave him a reminder for him to be discreet and not draw attention to you.

"Stop being so obvious" you mouthed silently.

He couldn't get the message, so he leaned forward, asking with a loud "Huh?" which made you facepalm at his stupidity. Meanwhile, Bang Chan, realizing what he had done, jumped in shock at his loud response.

"The staff is being silly," Bang Chan chuckled, quickly coming up with a cover to explain what had happened. He hoped that his laughter reassured the fans that everything was under control and that it was just a playful misunderstanding.

To avoid any more mistakes, Bang Chan pretended to check the time. "I think we'll wrap up for today," he announced with a friendly tone. "It was nice having an evening live with you guys! Bye bye!" He clicked his phone and ended the livestream, giving the Stays a cheerful send-off.

Bang Chan quickly shifted his attention towards you and buried his face in your lap, pretending to cry and yelled, "I'm so stupid." while he rubbed his face into your legs.

"You really are!" you laughed and ruffled his curly hair. "Next time you're doing this, let me know so I don't accidentally interrupt. I checked the comments and did you have any clue that they were suspecting something?"

Bang Chan looked up with his mouth wide open and responded, "I had a feeling they would've be curious, but I didn't expect it to become a game of 'guess who' during the livestream!" He wrapped his arms around you, showing a pout. "I'm so going to get fired," he exaggerated.

You chuckled and reassured him, "You're fine, Chan. You handled it like a pro"

"Did I, though?" He lifted an eyebrow, and you looked away from him.

"Yes, now let's go home. Get your stuff ready," you said to change the subject.

As you spoke, Bang Chan sat up, still wearing a mock expression of distress. "Fine, fine," he sighed dramatically, standing up and collecting his things. "But you owe me for saving the day!"

You both exited the studio, making your way through the hallway and back towards the elevator. Bang Chan continued to playfully grumble about the unexpected turn of events, but there was a lightness in his demeanor, and it was clear he found the whole situation amusing.

As you waited for the elevator, Bang Chan leaned in and whispered, "You know, I could get used to surprise visits during livestreams. It adds a bit of excitement, don't you think?"

You chuckled and shook your head, "Let's not make a habit out of it. We don't want fans thinking about it every time you go live."

The elevator doors opened, and you stepped inside. Bang Chan pressed the button for the ground floor, and as the doors closed, he grinned. "Fair enough. But it was kind of fun, wasn't it?"

"So now, you think it was fun. What happened to getting fired?" you replied, playfully which made him zip his mouth.

The elevator descended, and you soon found yourselves back in the lobby of JYP Entertainment. You exchanged goodbyes with a wave to the security staff, and you stepped out onto the bustling streets of Seoul. You found your car and went into a driver's seat. Chan hopped in as you turned on the engine.

Chan wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. "Home, sweet home!" he exclaimed as you chuckled and drove away from JYP Entertainment.

#bang chan #bang chan one shot #bang chan skz #skz bang chan #bang chan fluff #stray kids imagines #stray kids fluff #skz fluff #stray kids comfort #bang chan fic #bang chan imagines #fluff #bang chan fanfiction #bang chan fanfic

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theprice-if · 10 months

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DEMO (TBA)

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Roaring stadiums, filled to the max with screaming fans, as you stand with a microphone in hand. Your heart pounds against your chest as you get ready to perform. Shouts of adoration filter past your ear as the lights finally turn on; the show truly begins. With you in the center of it all.

Except… that isn’t you. You’re to the side, watching it all, with a clipboard pressed to your chest. Making sure that nothing was out of place.

You’re just an assistant, an assistant to the biggest star gracing the stage in the past decade, but still just an assistant.

That is until you woke up alone in a room that was way above your pay grade; with a shiny ring on your finger. Your new spouse? The very star that you have been working for, for the last two years. The same star that many believed would never settle down— until you came along.

These rapid-fire events thrust you into the spotlight. Rocketing you towards the twinkling lights of stardom as you desperately try to figure out how to come to terms with everything.

The media and tabloids are just the tip of the iceberg. The very star you’re married to offers you the deal of a lifetime.

Stay married to them for a year and get a record deal; the biggest reason you moved to L.A.... All of your dreams will come true after twelve months.

If only you had known what the price of stardom truly brought.

The Price is rated 18+ for explicit language, sexual themes, alcohol/drug use, questionable behavior, and more!

★ Features ★

Customizable MC: name, gender, appearance, facets of your personality, hobbies, and more!

Get into the studio and start preparing for what will come when the year is up. Find the voice that you have always wanted to showcase in the industry!

Create your own music! Cultivate your debut album and show the world what it's been missing!

Interact with your fans and the music industry as a whole through social media! Will you become an upcoming star that the media loves or a black sheep that'll keep them returning for more?

Engage in romance with a variety of characters. Will the fake one become real with your pretend spouse? Or perhaps you'll find passion building with the less complicated-- and fun-loving-- photographer?

Discover what truly happened the night of your marriage. Or, if you choose to do so, leave it as the hazy fog in the recesses of your mind.

And much more as the story continues forward!

Are you willing to pay the price for your dream? Will that dream change over time?

★ The ROs ★

Adrian/Ariana Ocean ★ He/Him or She/Her ★ 28 ★

Your boss, and also your spouse, the most sought-after star in the entertainment industry. With a reputation as spotty as one would expect with someone at the top. However, with the news of your marriage, people seem to be seeing them in a new light; something that they’ve been wanting for a very long time. Let’s hope it’ll last.

Blake Turner ★ He/Him or She/Her ★ 28 ★

A Hollywood starlet that’s coming off their recent Oscar win; who also happens to be your ex from college. An ex that dumped you when they dropped out of college to become a star. A story that you never truly got to hear the entirety of. And suddenly, just like that, they’re back in your life with the same smirk from before. The one that made you fall in love with them, to begin with.

Liam/Leah Shaw ★ He/Him or She/Her ★ 29 ★

Your newly assigned bodyguard, you still have to get used to that, who is supposed to protect you whenever your spouse can’t be with you. You just weren’t expecting them to start affecting you the way that they have. Their warm smile is like a beacon in this unfamiliar world.

Isaac/Isabel Carnell ★ He/Him or She/Her ★ 27 ★

The photographer who is tasked with taking lovely shots of the newly wed couple. One of the only people, besides management, that actually knows what the hell is actually going on. Their general cheerfulness does wonders to lighten your spirits. Not to mention the pictures they take are absolutely divine.

Carson/Cara Madden ★ He/Him or She/Her ★ 33 ★

The lawyer that is making sure everything goes smoothly; while also trying to not get gray hairs throughout. An aloof individual that only cracks a smile around a select few people. However, they’re good at their job and that’s what should matter most to you. Even though you sort of wish they’d smile at you. At least just once.

#the price #interactive fiction #interactive game #choice script #hosted games #choice of games #no demo #if wip #interact if

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Sinnerman

Summary: After Sir Pentious's failed attempt at spying on the hotel, the Vees approach you to make a new deal—a deal that you can't refuse. Help them take down Alastor, and you will get to kill him again.

After all, the great butcher of New Orleans had killed your brother, so it was only fair that you had killed him in return. And you would love to do it again.

Tags: Alastor x f!reader, slow burn, obsessive behaviour, enemies to lovers, spying, murder

Ch. 1/21 | AO3 | PART 2.

Chapter 1. The Deal

The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Hell was not just a place where souls who had done horrific things with pleasure went, but also with people who had done appalling things out of necessity. Murderers, thieves, abusers and, growing more in numbers every year, politicians - hell was not a place for the weak-minded, but sometimes a human could be pushed into such acts, not because they themselves were more inclined to such behaviour, but because circumstance could turn anyone into a bloodthirsty killer.

You were one of those people.

Condemned to Hell for an eternity for a crime that you still believed to be justifiable. After all, the great butcher of New Orleans killed your brother, so it was only fair that you killed him in return.

"I told you it was a bad idea to pick that idiot to spy on the hotel. Did you honestly think it would work?" said Velvet without looking up from her phone. She was typing something with rapid-fire as she blew a bubble with her pink gum. It made a big popping sound that seemed to echo in the living room, making Vox clench his fist so as not to destroy the desk again. They had just replaced the last desk after he had dug his claws into it and left deep and long marks in the wood, and he did not feel like getting yelled at again for ruining the decor.

Vox counted to ten slowly backwards before he turned around from the monitors to look at the short woman. She was sitting curled up on the sofa before him, dressed in luxurious loungewear with hearts all over it. Valentino was sitting stretched out right beside her, his arm casually on the backrest. He was on his phone as well and did not look up when Vox came closer, but Vox could see that he was also irritated by Velvet's comment from the slight twitching of his right eye.

"Well, Velvet, my dear," Vox said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I don't remember you having a better idea, but please, if you do, share it with the group."

Vox stopped walking as he reached the sofa, hands behind his back, and leaned down in front of the female sinner to force her to look at him. He had never been good with others ignoring him, and Velvet was taking her sweet time finishing her text before she even looked up from her phone. When she met his eyes, electricity was firing between his antennas, filling the air with static noise.

She just sighed before she picked up her phone again and started typing.

"You picked an idiot; that's why your plan didn't work. Little Miss Sunshine will believe anyone; just pick a smarter spy next time," said Velvet in her heavy British accent, popping another bubble with her gum. Vox's irritation grew with every word she uttered, and for a moment, he entertained the thought of grabbing her phone and throwing it out the window.

"And who do you suggest we'll ask?"

It took Velvet a few more seconds of searching before she found a decent photo, and then she turned her phone and showed Vox who she had in mind. The photo was old and blurry, with its subject in the distance, but it was still possible to distinguish who was in the picture. Vox turned his piercing gaze from Velvet down to her phone and quickly stepped back.

"You can't be serious!"

"Who?" said Valentino, now interested, as Vox started to pace the room. Velvet turned her phone towards the moth demon, and he reared back in alarm. "Are you out of your fucking mind? Do you even know how expensive she is?"

"So what? If you want the job done well, then pay a fucking professional," stated Velvet as if it was apparent.

"Professional? She runs a PR firm! Glorified party whores. Why the fuck should she be the spy?" cried Valentino, throwing his arms in the air. The gesture would have made anyone in his studio flinch, waiting for an impact, but Velvet sat rooted in her seat. She was used to the man's physical displays of anger by now but never feared them since he would never dare lay a hand on her. She lifted one of her eyebrows and continued with her argument:

"Didn't you see the fucking joke of an interview the princess did on the news? The hotel has a serious marketing problem. Everyone thinks it's a joke! What if the princess had someone to help her with the marketing and networking? Someone she would trust wholeheartedly, and that person worked secretly for us? It would be the best fucking spy! Not a guest but a staff member who could manipulate everything from the inside. We would know everything. A staff member would also be with the princess all the time and could keep an eye out for Alastor to make sure that no deal is made!"

Valentino groaned loudly before throwing his phone on the coffee table. He knew that Velvet's argument was good; he just did not like how expensive it would become if they went with it. There was a reason only the top of the elite of hell hired this PR firm, and it wasn't just for the public relations part. Rumours were travelling around the underground networks that you also dealt with some shady businesses, but who weren’t in this town?

"Can't we just kill them ourselves? I still want to shoot someone," mumbled Valentino, knowing none of his partners would accept the idea.

"And what? Piss of Lucifer for attacking his daughter? We could just piss on our own graves instead! If we pay her, we know she will get the job done; after all, you've heard the rumours, right?"

"What rumours?" snarled Valentino, sinking deeper into the sofa. His night was now officially ruined.

"No one hates Alastor more than she does."

"Well, that's not new! Half the city hates the old-timey prick." Vox, who had been pacing back and forth deep in his thoughts, abruptly stopped and turned around to look at Velvet. He also highly doubted anyone could hate the radio demon more than he did, but that was beside the point.

"So, let's use that to our advantage," said Velvet, growing more frustrated by the minute, "She is bound to at least be interested in the job if we can convince her to take down Alastor with us."

It wasn't a dumb idea, which annoyed Vox the most. However, his desire to take down Alastor outweighed any concerns for costs. He was prepared to cut his own leg off with a rusty saw if it meant he could take down the demon that plagued his very existence.

Vox sighed and crossed his arms in front of him, effectively giving up on arguing against Velvet.

"Okay, how do we contact her?"

On the opposite side of the entertainment district, where the Vees residence was located, was a small part of the pride ring where the older architecture still stood. The sinners who lived there were usually the ones who had stayed in hell the longest, many of whom had lived during the 18th and 19th centuries. There were fewer flashing lights and billboards in this part of town, but that did not mean that the sinners who lived there were anti-technology—for the most part.

That was why you liked living in this part of Pride, being from the early 20th century yourself. There were no loud noises, and during the night, you would, on more occasions than not, get a good night's sleep. Compared to the entertainment district, where no one seemed to sleep ever.

Your PR firm was located on the top floor of an old Gothic Revival building in the centre of this district. With its intricate stone details and towering spires, the building could feel almost cluttered and overwhelming on the outside. However, the rooms were spacious and elegant, with large stained-glass windows that cast colourful lights throughout the building.

You loved your office building and its moody exterior and interior. It made you feel like a character in one of the gothic novels that you had only learned to appreciate after your death. You could also argue that the whole thing had been influenced by the fact that when you had died and woken up in hell, your soul had taken the form of a bat. Reminding you of the book Dracula that your mother had loved so much, but that was irrelevant.

Walking around dusty old stone buildings, surrounding yourself with heavy wooden furniture and thick dark fabrics worked much better with the wings, big pointy ears, claws, and razor-sharp teeth you had now.

You had tried in the beginning to surround yourself with things that reminded you of the time you had been alive, but as time ticked on and the years went by, you could not help but leave most of the 20s and 30s behind and welcome the new ages, and all their inventions and quirks, with somewhat open arms. Your youngest assistant, a young sinner named Claudine, who died at the age of 25 in 2015, talked a lot about how similar social media in hell was to when she was alive, but considering the things she liked to show you, social media was one of the inventions you did not have any interests in. Your people could handle it for you instead, and if the three overlords that had strolled into your office like they owned the building were running the biggest tech and social media company in pride, you would happily leave that responsibility to Claudine.

Vox, Velvet, and Valentino were indeed a sight to behold. A poor sight for you. Their fashion and colourful clothing clashed horribly with your moss-green couch.

It was always a satisfying experience to observe new customers arrive at your office. However, this time, you could not help but wish they would just leave.

You put down the silver tray you held, with all the teacups and the teapot, on your mahogany coffee table and sat in the armchair on the opposite side of the sofa. Slowly, you started to pour the tea from the pot into the small and thin teacups before handing the first to Velvet.

"Suger?" you asked, opening the lid to the sugar bowl.

"Yes, please," she said, putting two sugar cubes in her tea. The smaller sinner grabbed one of the tiny spoons before she started to stir her tea, making the spoon hit the side of the teacup. The clinking sound seemed to bounce around the room endlessly. She may not have the most refined manners, according to you, but you suspected that she was the one who had wanted to see you in the first place since she was the one who was behaving the best.

"I must say, I was quite surprised when my assistant said that the Vees were waiting in my office." You took one sip of your tea that had one sugar cube and a dash of milk in it. "It is not often that I get these types of unplanned visits unless someone is in dire need of their reputation being saved, and last time I checked, you three had your own PR team."

"We are here because we are interested in your more niche skill sets."

Now, that was far more interesting. You had a sense that the Vees were not here for what your company offered on the outside but more for what you could provide that was strictly off the records.

You looked over at Vox, who had spoken. Waiting for him to continue.

It did not take the sinner long to tell you their plan and why they had decided to contact you specifically. Hell was filled with sinners and demons who said they specialised in espionage or assassinations, and although they could get the job done, more often than not, these "professionals" would leave long traces of evidence behind, which didn't matter in the end since hell did not have any justice system to speak of, but if you wanted to be undetected, it wasn't the best solution. However, you took your job seriously and worked with the utmost discretion, which led to you now holding almost the same amount of power as any overlord in pride. The big difference between you and the other overlords was that your capabilities were mostly unknown, and that's how you wanted it. It made it easier for you to work in the shadows. To hunt and kill without anyone knowing they were being hunted.

Only two overlords, Carmilla Carmine and Zestial, knew of your strengths and often hired you to deal with others they did not have time for or wanted to make time for. Yet, if the Vees knew about this side of your work, that meant the information about your skill sets was being spread around a bit more frequently than you wanted it. But that didn't worry you too much since you could always have Claudine and Earl fix it in just a few days.

"That is not a small task you have asked of me. To take down another demon is one thing, but to take down an overlord? Who also works for the princess? Now, why would I ever do that?"

"We're not asking you to take down the princess. Only Alastor," said Velvet, putting a hand on Vox's arm. The man had started leaning forward unconsciously, his fists closing up with every second.

Alastor. There was no man on earth or in hell that you hated more, and you would gladly watch him bleed to death, forgotten and alone in the forest again. After all, he had killed your brother, so it was only fair that you had killed him in return. But things had changed. He now possessed a form of power that you had never seen in another sinner in all your years in hell, and it made you pause. You knew that as soon as he found out what you had done, he would avenge his death, and you were not sure that you would survive that. So you stayed in the shadows, bidding your time.

"Either way, we are not asking you to take him down alone. We want you to ensure no deal is struck between that radio freak and the princess. Find his weaknesses and help us take him down." Vox had the sort of manic look about him that you only saw in souls who were consumed by their obsessions, making him unreliable and reckless. But a deal like this did not come to you often, the type of deal that made you believe that you could kill Alastor again, and you never looked a gift horse in the mouth.

"Very well, I will help you, but it will cost you. Five hundred souls."

"Dea-"

You did not let Vox finish before saying, "Each."

"Each? Bitch, are you out of your mind?" roared Valentino, who had been quiet up till now. Even if the other Vees did not start shouting like the moth daemon, they were equally shocked and angered by your demand.

"My prices have always been high. Take it or leave it." You looked over at Vox, staring him down. You knew he would be the first to crack and agree to your demands. Velvet may have been the driving force that had led the Vees to your office, but she was still too rational and would start to bargain with you. Vox would sooner or later let his obsession win, making him agree to your deal.

"Do we have a deal?" You reached out your hand to Vox, trying to corner him and push him into a contract with you.

Before Velvet or Valentino had the chance to stop him, Vox shot forward and took your hand, and as he uttered the words that would sign their contract, an eerie green light filled the room. Cracks travelled up the walls all around you as the howling of hunting dogs travelled with the wind that started to blow in the office. Large shadows of the hunting dogs began to grow on the walls, their red eyes fixing the Vees in their places and right as the dogs would pause and devour the sinners on your sofa, the green light dissolved, and all that was left was the four of you in your office.

"Always a pleasure doing business with new customers," you chuckled, letting your sinister smile dance on your lips.

#alastor x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #alastor x you #x reader #alastor the radio demon #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel alastor x reader #hazbin alastor x reader #hazbin alastor x you #sinnerman alastor fic

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moviehealthcommunity · 10 months

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The comic posted here illustrates one of the basic truths about accessibility, which is that when accessibility needs are accommodated, everyone is accommodated.

When a filmmaker makes a movie or TV program that has no strobe effects or photosensitivity issues, they are making a movie or TV program for everyone. When they use strobe effects, it is purposefully and carelessly exclusionary to a percentage of viewers.

The only strobe effects that occur in nature are lightning and the fast flapping of wings on animals. In every other case, there are alternatives. Police cars (and this applies in real life too) can switch to a fade-in-fade-out mode instead of a strobe mode. One of very few movies to get rapid-firing firearms right was the opening robbery sequence of The Dark Knight, which realistically did not use bright muzzle flashes. Even using harsh strobe lights to simulate lightning is more intense than nature actually makes it.

We already put strict content warnings on our entertainment. Movie rating systems all give warnings about who the intended audience of a movie should be, and whether content unsuitable for children is in the movie. None of the reasons for which we assign an R or 18+ rating to a movie are as dangerous as strobe lights. Nobody has ever had to go to the hospital because they heard foul language, or saw a certain part of someone's body, but there have been plenty of cases of physical medical issues caused by movies and TV programs, including ones made for children or families.

If our content creators are not going to do better, then we should at least be pushing for better warnings about what is safe to watch and what is not.

Image ID: a comic of a man shoveling snow off of some stairs in front of what is likely a school, with the wheelchair ramp still covered in snow. A group of children wait for him to be done shoveling the stairs. One of the children, in a wheelchair, asks "Could you please shovel the ramp?" The man replies "All these other kids are waiting to use the stairs. When I get through shoveling them off, then I will clear the ramp for you." The child in the wheelchair responds with "But if you shovel the ramp, we can all get in!." A caption underneath the image reads "Clearing a path for people with special needs clears the path for everyone!"

#photosensitive epilepsy #seizures #migraines #actually epileptic

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afterglow- pt.8 [ T.A.A ]

pairing: trent alexander arnold x fem!reader

summary: young and aspiring marketing and business major jamie carter is privileged with working alongside the liverpool marketing and public relations team while also getting entangled with their star player and right back trent alexander arnold.

genre(s): friends to lovers, workplace romance, fluff

[wc: 5.6k] [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6] [part 7]

notes: longest chapter to date to get the ball rolling. literally. Alex is so cute thoughhhh. and sofía and gavi 👀 a little foreshadowing before the next fanfic

you got to the stadium earlier than most but even then the bustling sound of the supporters chanting outside from the stands could be heard all the way down the tunnel where you and jobe had just walked in.

the atmosphere at camp nou had always been something most only dreamt of experiencing, and here you were to witness it at its best with a generational rivalry. a rivalry that you couldn't quite pick a side to.

but here you were as a real madrid supporter, in a jersey with jude's name at the back. he made you wear it, of course, there was no questioning that. his reasoning was that by wearing the jersey you'd give him the energy and your good luck would reach him telepathically or something.

in all honesty, he was just waffling so you gave in.

"oh, I'm getting emotional already," jude joked when he walked out of the locker room in his kit, a cocky smile spread on his face.

you and jobe both shared a look of distaste but jude didn't quite get the message and continued to talk about how he had a gut feeling about today's match. it was entertaining at best to see him get riled up and butter himself up before getting out on the pitch and it made you wonder.

jobe shook his head and pat you on the shoulder with a closed-lipped smile. "I'm going to find our seats."

jude scoffed at his brothers departure. "what? no good luck?"

jobe waved him off without turning around and you were mentally cursing yourself for not going with him. the match didn't start for another 15 minutes so you were stuck with him until he calmed down. he was nervous, that's the reason he couldn't stop talking.

so you watched him with your arms crossed as he spoke, switching from topic to topic until he finally stopped. "are you good now?" you smiled softly at him which earned a mock laugh but you reassured him that he was going to play great, as usual.

you nudged him on the arm. "I'll be in the stands cheering you on don't worry. you've got this, just don't think too hard."

his shoulders relaxed and just as he was about to thank you, but the moment was ruined.

"which shouldn't be difficult seeing as you don't think at all," you added after, your nose scrunched causing his smile to drop, his arm raised ready to put you into a headlock but even more screaming was heard from down the tunnel.

you both paused to listen to the conversation in spanish, rapid fire as it echoed through the tunnel while you waited to see who the voices belonged to.

emerging from around the corner were two people, a barca player and a girl that looked rather familiar. she had the most gorgeous blonde hair you'd ever seen, her face was dotted with light freckles and her presence simply oozed beauty.

her and the player that you recognised to be gavi, the team's youngest midfielder at the moment were arguing about heaven knows what. you looked up at jude dumbfounded, trying to get some context out of the conversation seeing as he was unfazed.

jude simply laughed. "this is normal for them. they're not actually arguing."

your eyebrows raised as you watched the girl point to gavi's shoelaces in annoyance, but gavi on the other hand was looking at her a little differently. his amused smile didn't go unnoticed, and he abruptly cut her off to point to the zip up hoodie she was wearing.

"they're always like this. childish banter." jude looked at you with a cheeky smile. "can you feel the tension between them?"

you nodded slightly, now watching as the girl took off her hoodie to reveal the barcelona jersey underneath and gavi was extremely happy about this for some reason. he didn't waste a second and took out his phone, telling her to turn around so he could take a picture.

then it hit you.

your hand flew to your mouth. "oh shit, that's sofía messi."

jude hummed out, sending gavi a silent greeting when he looked over to you guys. "in the flesh. she's super nice, don't be alarmed by the way she's acting with gavi. that's just how they work."

oh, now that's something you were interested in. that little thing they had going on was definitely leading somewhere, whether it be sooner or later.

when you finally left to get to your seat you gave jude one last good luck hug, one that you felt he needed more than he let on. "you better score."

he watched as you left the tunnel and seemed almost offended by the fact that you thought he wouldn't. "just for you."

sweet talker.

"you better!"

the boy did not disappoint.

real madrid won 2-1, wherein both goals were scored by jude. for the entire match you and jobe were at the edge of your seats, either in distress or in utter joy. the atmosphere in the stadium was indescribable— it was truly an experience.

and after the last goal he made sure to dedicate his celebration to both you and jobe, blowing a kiss to the stands where you were sitting. now most people would be flattered by the gesture without a doubt, but you and jobe were more disgusted by the cheesiness of the act and fought back the urge to throw up.

overall it was an amazing match and you thoroughly enjoyed yourself, and you couldn't wait to tell everyone about it when you got back home. especially since trent was rather jealous that you got to go, while he had to stay behind and... do his job.

his complaint made you laugh and you promised that you'd tell him all about it when you got back to fill the void of missing out, saying that he could live vicariously through you instead. all weekend that you'd been gone trent had checked up on you, filling you on on little bits that happened throughout the day and whatnot.

you couldn't deny that it made you miss it back in liverpool, not really the place but rather your job. the comfort finally started to settle in on that side of the world and you were getting your things back in order, just how you liked it. needless to say, you couldn't wait to go back home.

a heavy sigh left your mouth as your eyes trailed over the pitch where you and jobe were now standing, waiting for jude as he spoke to the other players. "I can't believe I can't speak spanish. instead of teaching me how to find a petty theft criminal, dora should've helped me find a spanish boyfriend."

from beside you jobe judged you with his entire body, not just his face. did that really just come out of your mouth? "why would you say that? you need medical help at this point, you desperation is showing."

you put your hand to your chest in mock offence, dumbfounded that jobe was that straightforward when calling you out, but it was the truth, unfortunately. "guilty." you put your hands in the air defensively but proceeded to point out that he would only understand what you were going through when he was an adult.

you pat his arm sympathetically. "enjoy it while it lasts."

"enjoy what?--"

he was cut off abruptly by jude sliding in out of nowhere, only this time with someone at his side. you looked up at him as if to say "what the fuck jude??" but you plastered on your best smile to mask your slight anger.

he knew the earful he was going to get on the way back to the hotel but it was for the moment right? and besides, he was doing you a favour. "sofía, this is jamie, my best friend."

"your only friend," you said through a forced smile and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

sofía laughed at your comment, and you were once again left in awe at just how pretty she was. it was actually unreal to the point where you didn't even know if you were actually talking to her or if you were just there frozen at a loss for words.

the was a soft smile on her face and she put out her hand for a handshake. "I'm sorry for coming up like this, I just wanted to say that I'm a fan."

you pulled a face. "you are??" jude slapped you on the arm, an indication for you to calm down and so you did. "I'm an even bigger fan then. seriously you are gorgeous to say the least."

sofía waved her hand shyly in disagreement, a soft chuckle leaving her lips. "you're just as pretty trust me. seriously," she took the liberty of taking a step closer to you because jude was gone and you did the same. "pedri wouldn't shut up about you."

fuck you dora.

a blush rose to your cheeks but you played it off well enough. the two of you continued to speak for a bit, just dabbling in casual conversation about your trip and hers. she was only visiting barcelona at the moment and was heading back to miami next week.

she just finished school too, but wasn't too keen on studying further. it wasn't like she needed to anyway, she had the money to live her best life anywhere she wanted, but you could see in her expression that it didn't make her feel as good as most would.

"you should tell me when you're free next time, maybe we could could arrange a little outing," sofía promoted happily and it took every nerve in your body to stop you from screaming or doing literally anything.

before either of you could say anything further a ball came launching from not too far off and hit her leg. all sofía did was shut her eyes, and you knew that look all too well. when she gained her composure again another ball lightly hit her leg to which she turned to the side.

you followed her gaze to see gavi standing innocently, the ball under his foot but and not anywhere in the air. the girl let out a scoff from beside you but didn't bother giving the midfielder the time of day.

"sorry about him," she apologised. "he's just... I don't know."

you laughed sheepishly, and thought back to their little argument earlier. "yeah you guys were really going at it in the tunnel."

her face flushed with embarrassment and you couldn't help but laugh, telling her that you didn't understand anything that they were saying anyway.

she rolled the football beneath her feet, casually flicking it up and dropping it again. of course she played, it was practically in her blood even if she wasn't actually a messi.

"he's stupid that's all." sofía looked up at you with a look of distaste as she spoke about gavi. "doesn't tie his shoelaces, makes stupid bets--"

your eyebrows raised in eagerness at the last past, an idea of what the bet entailed but she promised to tell you another day. "so are you guys..." you trailed off and crossed your index and middle finger together causing her to immediately recoil at the question.

"oh god no." she shook her head at the thought. "I'd lose my mind if I were to be around him anymore than I already am."

an unconvinced hum left your lips at her answer before another ball came hurling and hit her leg. only this time, sofía actually reacted. "pablo, I swear si pateas esa pelota una vez más te voy a dar una concusión."

you had absolutely no idea what she said but the anger in her tone was evident and that definitely meant that it related to murder. not too far off from where you were standing gavi rolled his eyes, but the smile on his face didn't go unnoticed by you.

she let out another angry sigh, mumbling in spanish under her breath and you made the mental comparison of a spanish eminem. seriously, it sounded like she was rapping the way she spoke. "I think it's time for me to go unfortunately, the child is getting restless."

as opposed to your former greeting at the beginning, this time she went in for a hug, mentioning that you guys should seriously talk more, and her dms were open. she was such a genuine soul that you couldn't not say yes, or anything for that matter because gavi came in from behind and dragged her away by the hood of her zip up hoodie.

he made sure to send you a polite wave though so you didn't mind, you were sure enough that sofía was giving him an earful already.

from liverpool to barcelona, then to madrid and london and finally back to liverpool.

that's what your vacation week consisted of. you only stayed in london for a day, you didn't feel the need to be around your mother any longer than that. she just wanted to see you and that's what you gave her.

shaun was there obviously— her boyfriend that your father didn't like at all, and rightfully so. it was two minutes into dinner when she asked if you were moving back to london with maya, and you were more than delighted to tell her no.

"I have a flat back in liverpool already. I'm moving in before christmas."

every question she asked, your answer was dull and straight to the point, because if you were to give away in more information than necessary she was most definitely going to try and fight you for it just so you could move back in with her.

"I saw you went to visit jude, how was the trip?"

"it was great, I missed work though so I'm excited to go back home."

home. you called liverpool home and it visibly annoyed her, setting something off in her mind and shaun knew that if anything were to come out of her mouth it would end up in an argument so he cut in and spoke to you for the first time since you arrived.

he cleared his throat. "so how is work jamie? are you finding it difficult?"

you shook you head but kept your eyes on your food, not bothering to make eye contact. "nope. I love it, it was worth the move and I'm having fun."

your mother hated every bit of what you said. it made her feel worthless, that you would willingly toss her to the side just to get away from a bad moment. the day that you moved she didn't speak to you once, not even a goodbye and here she was saying that she missed you.

and to make matters worse shaun just had to bring up the topic of relationships. "and do you have a boyfriend yet? seeing as you're doing so well i'm sure you're talking to someone."

"no I don't." short and simple. all your answers remained that way for the rest of the evening and till the moment you bid your goodbye for your trip back to home where your presence was actually wanted.

when you got back on the train

and away from her you felt yourself loosen up, your shoulders losing their tension and your mind at ease. being around her was suffocating, to say the least, but she was still your mother regardless of how she made you feel so that's why you gave her the time of day when needed.

when you got back to your sister's flat you were met with a few empty boxes with labels on them all sprawled out in the living room. your sister was somewhere in the kitchen with noah by what you could hear.

you took off your shoes in the doorway and left your suitcase and bags, the brilliant idea of making a surprise entrance clouding your mind. your quiet footsteps patted the wooden floor as you neared the kitchen, your sister's and her husband's voices not too far off while you waited for the perfect moment to make your silent entrance.

"babe, I was wondering if we could-- ah!!"

maya's oscar-worthy scream echoed through the entire flat. the evident shock on her face had her plastered, her heart racing because you had shown up behind her out of nowhere. you didn't think that she'd be that startled so you must of caught her off guard by a mile.

noah was the first to speak up, his face a shade of paper white. "what happened to 'hello'? or 'hi I'm back'?"

your shoulders merely shrugged in response with a lopsided smile that maya wanted nothing more than to wipe off your face. after the usual greeting and after you were done putting your bags away, you decided to join them in the kitchen for a chat.

as usual, maya asked about your mother and how she was doing but your lack of interest in talking about made her drop the topic. you were sat on the kitchen counter, watching as your sister and her husband sorted their things into boxes, jokingly arguing with each other.

maya gasped and turned to noah. "do you remember when we got this?" she was holding up a mug, which wasn't in the best shape. it was white with tiny red hearts on it.

you'd seen the mug a few times before when you were doing the dishes but no one had ever used it before. a smile drew to noah's lips and he took a closer look, his fingers pointing to something painted on at the back.

"we made this mug on our first date, at that pottery place." he showed you the mug, prompting you to look at the print that made your eyes widen in shock.

11/05/2011.

that was 12 years ago. your sister has had the same partner for 12 years and yours barely lasted 2 years. an unfamiliar feeling settled in your stomach at the thought while you watched them married couple reminisce fondly.

it was an insane amount of time to think about, 12 years was quite literally half your age. you'd known noah since the age of 11 and now were best friends with his 5-year-old son. it dawned on you that either your life was moving slower than expected, or that you just hadn't worried about your future in that sense.

michael hadn't ruined relationships for you entirely. or at least that's what you hoped, fear was never something you particularly loved to think about. was this your breaking point— the universal awakening from the gods that hinted for you to actually do something instead of worrying about the past?

this was it. the new beginning, the fresh start that you needed and were fully going to take charge of. whatever happens, happens.

you hopped off the counter with a pep in your step, an alarming amount. "I'm taking alex with me on a little field trip."

it was sunday, so it was only a matter of time until noah had to pick him up from football practice which was perfectly timed.

"for what?" maya asked you, half expecting you to rest after your trip instead of going somewhere but you had another idea.

"for the experience of a lifetime."

most wondered why alex only called you "jamie" instead of "aunt jamie". your mother thought it was disrespectful, maya and noah thought it was cute, and your dad thought it was because he saw you as a sister more than an aunt. all of those which were wrong.

you told him never to call you "aunt jamie" because it made you sound old. plain and simple. people always put so much thought into it but you never bothered to correct them, let it hang in there rather than clear it up. and just the thought of anyone calling you "aunt" made your body recoil.

you were a friend, a sister— easygoing and chill. not an aunt and alex agreed.

"you're like batman jamie," the boy said as you made your way through the stadium tunnel together, his hand in yours. "I can't believe you got us tickets. you're so rich."

today was the game against fullham, a fan favourite. but it was also trent's first match back from injury and you wanted to be there... for moral support and stuff.

you looked down at your nephew in confusion. "alex, I work here. you know this."

"sure," he dragged out in suspicion which caused you to shake your head, not having the energy to argue with him.

it was still a bit early and the boys were probably still in the dressing room so you made your way to the pitch, greeting a staff member every so often when one passed by who didn't know that you would be in today.

"this is... amazing!" alex yelped in excitement when you emerged from the tunnel, fans already chanting from the stands in excitement for the match. alex was in shock, his lips parted in amazement while his eyes roamed the stadium.

this was his experience of a lifetime. the same as yours when you were 5, when your hand was holding onto your father's for dear life as you jumped up and down, your liverpool scarf draped tightly around your neck while you chanted and screamed your heart out.

you would never be able to forget the look on your mother's face that evening when you got back. she was furious beyond recognition, her blood boiling at the carelessness of your father who had no regrets with taking you.

the adrenaline was still pumping through your veins when you got home and you were so eager to tell your mother all about it. "henry, it's nearly 10 in the evening you can't just take her to watch a football match. she has school tomorrow."

your father chuckled and ruffled your hair as you struggled to take off your jacket, opting to help you. "she had fun grace— we were playing and I couldn't miss the opportunity seeing as they were in london today, there's no harm in it."

your mother put her hand on her forehead, not caring for your father's horrible reasoning. "I said yes to the weekend football club because it was harmless, but this is taking it too far."

before your father could reason any further you spoke up, all energetic and playful from the evening's events. "mum you should have been there, everyone was so loud and then stevie g scored a goal!"

"jamie I know but--"

you hopped onto the couch, your arms raised in the air. "--stevie g scored a gooaaaaaaaal!"

"jamie, you're back?"

your head snapped to look at the player's benches up in front where the staff and today's subs were sitting. curtis was the first to stand up and then harvey who looked all too confused by the kindergardner at your side.

"you have a kid?" he asked and alex stared him down, the exact same look you were giving harvey.

"this is my nephew alex, you idiot. do I look like I'm in the position to be a mother right now?" you asked him and he shrugged his shoulders.

curtis leaned down to match alex's height and put his hand out for a fist bump. "nice to meet you alex, I'm curtis," he gestured to harvey. "and he's harvey."

your nephew eased into the greeting and returned the fist pump with a toothy grin. "how do you know jamie? it's because she's batman right?"

both harvey and curtis looked at you with pursed lips, obviously trying to hold back their laughter. not too long after, jurgen emerged from the tunnel, just as surprised to see you at the stadium. he greeted you with a hug then turned his attention to alex who was even more skeptical.

"and you must be alex, jamie has told me a lot about you."

you hummed at the observation and alex nodded happily. he knew who these people were, he watched every match with you at home from the second he came back from hospital. but the way he was holding his composure was astounding to you.

if there was something noticeable about him then it was his attitude and his confidence. he loved talking to people and was strangely extroverted for someone his age, but people loved it and found him charming.

"I know who you are too. jamie is always shouting at you through the tv screen."

curtis doubled over in laughter at his comment which caused a blush of embarrassment to flush your cheeks but jurgen just laughed, telling him that you shout in real life too, not just through the tv screen.

before you knew it, the match started and you were seated next to ibou with alex in between. the two hit it off so easily, talking and joking around nonstop through the chanting and your screaming.

the game started rocky, but it was nothing that a free kick couldn't fix and you thanked the gods that trent was back to take it. 20' in and you had your first goal before the back and forth began. by half time the score was 2-2, the second goal being scored by macca.

it was his first goal for the team, one of the cleanest too. you leapt out of your seat at the adrenaline rush and utter joy, everyone screaming in excitement as the boys celebrated and congratulated macca on the goal. you looked at alex beside you who was jumping up and down with ibou, a smile of adoration on your face.

when the break came around jurgen was quick to rush to the dressing room, not even sparing anyone a second glance so he could prep the team's next strategy after the first half's analysis.

the stadium was bustling with noise and anticipation regarding the draw which you spent the entire break discussing and making bets on with curtis, ibou and harvey.

"we need to make subs. that midfield is a little shaky and joel isn't looking too good," you said in contemplation, mentally going over what you saw in the first half.

"Ibou let's go!" alex turned to him with a look of determination. "you can play in joel's place."

the defender stifled a hearty chuckle and nodded in agreement, knowing that the substitution was going to be made soon. everyone was back on the pitch shortly after, the tension high and your heart racing. but that was because you made brief eye contact with trent seconds prior and only managed to smile back at him.

there wasn't any progress made for a good 10 minutes, but when 50' rolled around jurgen looked to the bench and told cody and joe to warm up in the meantime, the same with ibou just in case.

60 minutes in and the regular subs were made with dom and macca off for joe and cody. the two walked off the pitch and handed over, dom looking a little disappointed because he wasn't playing as well as he hoped.

he greeted you with a hug and took a seat, a huff of anger leaving his lips. that prompted for alex to lean over you so he could give him a little pep talk, one that left dom smiling from ear to ear.

"when I lose a match or get hurt jamie always tells me that it's normal because everyone has bad days," he looked up at you and then back at dom. "then she buys me ice cream and tells me to take a nap. so just take a nap and you'll feel better."

he nodded gratefully and ruffled the boy's hair, "your aunt gives great advice then."

he shrugged nonchalantly. "she's okay, I guess."

you shook his answer off and continued to pay attention, not even realising that joel was being taken off the pitch. you looked to your right and ibou was gone in his place, just as alex had suggested.

miraculously fullham managed to break the tie, now leading by 3 which had the stadium grim and tense. the goal prompted reinforcement which happened to be endo, who seemed more than ready judging by his stance and the fact that only 2 minutes in he scored the 3rd goal.

"let's go!" you yelled out, which earned a judgmental look from your nephew who told you that you had anger issues. "you scream too much" was what he said and you stuck your tongue out teasingly.

one more. one more. come on we need one more.

"gooooaall!! and alexander-arnold makes it 4-3!!"

your heart dropped to your stomach yet it was still ruthlessly pounding, the anfield stadium erupted in screams of victory and relief. this was it. the moment that you saw the look on alex's face that you knew all too well— the realisation and unlocking for a passion. your mission was accomplished.

when the final whistle blew you and the rest of the lads ran to the pitch with alex's first stop being ibou who picked him up happily while going around to the fullham players to shake their hands.

"fancy seeing you here."

the sound of trent's voice brought you out of your daze. you rolled your eyes with a ghost of a smile, recognising the quip to be a reiteration of your first proper conversation.

you mocked a laugh and turned to look at him, and to your surprise, he pulled you in for a hug. your inner monologue was going crazy, sirens going off in your head like there was no tomorrow but you remained calm and collected. to an extent.

"first day back and you scored 2 of our goals. not bad," you retorted and he stifled a laugh before a moment of silence enveloped for what felt like years before he spoke up again.

"I see you've brought a friend today." he looked over to where alex was playing with ibou, virgil and mo. you hummed in agreement, laughing when ibou threw the ball at your nephew's head.

"today was his realisation."

trent's lips parted in shock. "no way. are you serious?"

"you should have seen the look on his face trent." the recollection of the moment was priceless, especially when it dawned on you when it happened. "it was your goal too."

that surely boosted his ego and you could see it by the smug grin on his face. you both walked towards where alex was playing, happily kicking the ball around with the supporters still watching.

his laughter could be heard as virgil tried to play tackle him, and his best option was to kick the ball your way— yelling at you to score the goal.

your immediate reaction was to look beside you, trent's eyes lighting up at the idea but you ran and dribbled the ball away from him before he could take it from you. you eased it away, telling him to stay back but he neared you regardless.

"get this in and i'll agree to our match," he said with a smile and took the liberty of chasing after you which you weren't happy about at all, and neither was alex who was cheering you on.

"jamie! jamie!" he chanted which somehow got the rest of the stadium to join in, with trent still on your tail and his eyes on the ball that you were keeping away from him, then harvey joined in for the fun of it of course.

you were practically sandwiched between the two, your laughter sounding through the evening air along with the chants of your name and alex's loud final "jamie kick the ball!"

you were on the right side of the pitch, having no way to get the ball in without help seeing as kelleher took his position back as the goalkeeper and was standing at the ready. "darwin!"

your yell for help had him more than ready and he ran up so you could pass the ball to him, only for lucho to have at him afterwards so he passed the ball dom who was a laughing mess, unable to believe what was happening. you managed to run up far enough along the line, just in time to get the ball that dom kicked only this time with an actual winger holding you back.

"I play center forward this isn't who I am!" you cried out and mo laughed as he marked you, but somehow managed to get the ball around him with nobody else's upfront, which left you with one choice.

the ball hurled with so much force and a slight curve, leaving it to set in the top right corner of the net with no way for kelleher to save it. the stadium boomed once again, which left you doubling over in laughter.

"jamie! jamie! jamie!"

darwin, curtis and dom bolted to huddle over you in victory, leaving jurgen on the sidelines impressed and with a smile.

you looked over at trent who had his lips pursed. "see you on the pitch trentski."

they walked over to you with a lot to say but curtis interjected, his hand out to stop them. "post match interview happens later, as her manager I'm telling you step away."

talk about the experience of a lifetime.

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Pick-A-Pile: Fall Into Fall | Insights From The Universe About Your Next Romantic Partner

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Pile 1

Tarot Cards: Judgement, The Chariot, 10 of Swords, 7 of Wands, The Fool.

Hey there, my enticing Pile 1's. As the leaves turn golden and the air grows cooler, let’s delve into the sultry secrets that the Universe has teased for your romantic rendezvous this season. Hold onto your scarves, for this journey promises to be as unpredictable and tantalizing as the autumn winds.

First up, we're greeted by the alluring Judgement card. As we sip on our pumpkin-spiced lattes, this card whispers of profound awakenings and rebirth. There's an intense transformation awaiting you, my darlings. Perhaps you've been feeling the weight of past entanglements? The Universe nudges you to release them, inviting a love that resonates with the deeper, more evolved you.

Driving into our spread next is The Chariot. Ooh, the exhilarating energy! This card sizzles with determination, control, and rapid movement. If there were ever a time to be proactive about love, it's now. Your next partner might just be the kind to sweep you off your feet on a whirlwind fall adventure, their confidence as magnetic as the dance of falling leaves.

However, a twist awaits with the 10 of Swords. Fear not, for this card, though intense, hints at dramatic endings only to make way for fresher, more passionate beginnings. Any lingering pain or doubt from past heartbreaks? It's time to let them fall away, like the old leaves shedding, making way for vibrant new colors.

Standing tall in our spread is the 7 of Wands—a card of determination, defense, and standing one's ground. Your approaching lover might be someone unafraid to fight for love, to challenge and be challenged, to ignite that fire in you that burns brighter against the odds. The playfulness comes alive with The Fool, teasing us to be adventurous and to expect the unexpected. With fresh eyes and a daring spirit, this love will feel like the first crunch of fall leaves beneath your feet—exciting, refreshing, and filled with endless possibilities.

In conclusion, my sultry Pile 1's, this autumn ushers in a love story that's as multifaceted as the hues of fall—a tale of rebirth, passionate pursuits, endings paving the way for beginnings, fighting for love, and the pure thrill of new experiences. Embrace the season's lessons and mysteries. Welcome, love with open arms, a dash of courage, and a heart ready for adventure. This fall, love isn’t just in the air—it's a passionate storm waiting to envelop you. Dive in and let it sweep you away.

Pile 2

Tarot Cards: Knight of Swords, 4 of Pentacles, 7 of Cups, 3 of Swords, 9 of Cups, 10 of Cups

Warm greetings to you, my irresistible Pile 2's. As the world transforms with hues of amber and burgundy, let's embark on an intimate journey with the tarot cards, unveiling the mysteries of your next romantic encounter. The crisp scent of fall promises secrets, and I'm here to help you unravel them.

Charging forth is the Knight of Swords, embodying the electrifying energy of autumn winds. This card speaks of a partner who's bold, assertive, and invigoratingly refreshing. Their words might carry the weight of intense passion and unwavering certainty. They're someone who knows what they want and isn't afraid to chase after it—especially if that desire is you.

Yet, in the shadow of such ardor, the 4 of Pentacles gently reminds us of the value of vulnerability. While security is comforting, holding onto walls or past fears too tightly might hinder the depth of connection you both could explore. This upcoming romantic intrigue might challenge you to open up, to let the golden leaves of trust fall freely.

But ah, the dreamy 7 of Cups enters the scene, with its intoxicating allure of choices, fantasies, and daydreams. It teases us with the possibilities—the various faces love might wear, the whispers in the dark, the stolen glances across candlelit rooms. Yet, amidst these dreams, the sharp sting of the 3 of Swords can't be ignored. It's the gentle nudge from the Universe, asking us to heal from past wounds, to acknowledge the pain but not let it define our future passions.

As we near the finale, the heartwarming embrace of the 9 of Cups emerges, hinting at contentment, fulfillment, and wishes coming true. Your forthcoming romance promises moments of pure joy, of laughter shared over warm drinks and cozy nights in. And beautifully culminating our journey is the 10 of Cups, the very epitome of emotional bliss, love, and family. This card paints a picture of a love that isn't just passionate but deeply harmonious, echoing the heart's deepest desires.

In the heartwarming embrace of fall, my dearest Pile 2's, your cards foretell a love story brimming with passion, choices, healing, and ultimately, profound emotional fulfillment. As you step into this season, let the winds of change guide your heart, urging you to be brave, to dream, to heal, and to anticipate the love that's destined to be yours. The Universe whispers that love, as rich and warm as a fall sunset, awaits you. Embrace it with all its hues and mysteries.

Pile 3

Tarot Cards: Queen of Cups, 9 of Pentacles, The Star, The Empress, King of Pentacles

Greetings, my sultry Pile 3's. As the world dons its mesmerizing autumnal tapestry, let's dive deep into the depths of these cards, where secrets of your upcoming romantic interlude are nestled like hidden gems among fallen leaves. The tantalizing chill in the air tells tales of passion and connection—let's unveil them together.

Gracing our spread first is the ethereal Queen of Cups—a beacon of emotional depth, intuition, and compassionate allure. This card hints at a lover who possesses an innate ability to tap into the deepest corners of your soul. With just one glance, they'll see the swirling emotions beneath your surface, and with a soft touch, they'll make waves ripple through your heart.

Then, in steps the elegant 9 of Pentacles, cloaked in the luxurious energy of independence and self-assured grace. This suggests that your upcoming partner appreciates the finer things in life—both in material wealth and in the depth of connection. They're someone who has cultivated their own garden of success and now seeks someone with whom they can share the fragrant blossoms.

As we proceed, the shimmering Star casts its radiant glow, signifying hope, healing, and a serendipitous connection. It's as if the universe is aligning every constellation, guiding you toward a love that heals, rejuvenates, and inspires. Your romantic journey promises to be one that feels fated, written in the stars long before your paths ever cross.

The enchanting Empress sweeps in with her nurturing embrace, symbolizing fertility, abundance, and the very essence of love. This potent energy suggests your forthcoming romantic relationship will be deeply nurturing, filled with tender moments and an almost maternal warmth. It's a bond that will encourage growth, mutual respect, and boundless affection. Complementing this energy, the steadfast King of Pentacles arrives, grounding our reading with his aura of stability, reliability, and a touch of earthly sensuality. Together, they paint a relationship that's both passionate and dependable, rich in emotional depth and worldly comforts.

In the embrace of the fall season, my alluring Pile 3's, your cards whisper of a romantic dance that's as profound as it is grounded. It speaks of lovers who understand the depth of emotions, appreciate the beauty in the mundane, and find magic in the simplest gestures. As you drift through autumn, know that a love as rich as the season's colors and as comforting as a warm blanket on a chilly evening is beckoning. This relationship promises to be a harmonious blend of emotional depth, worldly comfort, and divine destiny. Let the leaves guide your path and the stars light your way, for an enchanting love story awaits.

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Ever create a band au even though you cant draw instruments?

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Meet Bdubs, 38, stage name BdoubleO - Boomer is often mistaken for his first name, but is just another nickname for the pile. Infamous online, if it weren't for the fact that he makes disgustingly good music he would probably have more hate followers than genuine fans. The line between charming asshole and just asshole is one he fails to tread lightly most days, but he's mostly harmless. Let's just say the Bdoubleo could also stand for boorish. A bit of a sellout, but he enjoys what he does and many appreciate his extremely.. candid attitude. Best likened to a cartoon villain dressed as a rockstar, with the ego to match. (It's usually his unrelenting pretentiousness that gets him into Twitter spats.)

Thank you @foxden-frontier for always helping out with my stupid aus ^v^

Annoying at worst, unfortunately very charismatic at best. You could say he's a softie at heart, but that implies its at all difficult to spot. Once he's done "clapping back at all the haters", in person he's still got a temper (he thinks he has a bad boy reputation to uphold) but is enthusiastically friendly.

Etho, 32, resident keytarist of creatively named band Canadian Bacon. Joined by his two best friends, Pause the frontman and bassist, and Beef their drummer. A deceptively popular band if judging by their permanent rough draft name and their nerdy-college-student dress code. Etho himself is just a guy who likes playing music with his buddies, their hobby having blown up under their noses. Now, as an unfortunately successful touring artist, Etho's anonymity is scarce, but he continues to wear his mask to discourage widespread photos of his face. In spirit. He's concerned about having his face plastered all over fan accounts, which still occurs, but a perk of having a completely rabid fanbase is that many will defend your boundaries to their last dying breath. Like his face, his legal name is out and about online, but its similarly discouraged. Best likened to just a guy.

If asked on the subject of his scar, the entire band has various different whimsical stories, brand new everytime. His lack of internet presence means Pause and Beef are free to make up whatever misinformation about him as they please completely unchecked (in jest of course), and they do take advantage of that. Many of these alternative facts are passed around on wikis and in fan circles.

To say Bdubs is jealous of Canadian Bacon's popularity is an understatement. They weren't even trying at all and yet they're the hot shit? But instead of putting that jealousy to hatred (which he had considered of course) he's instead set himself on proving himself. And if that means impressing Etho then so be it. Why does it mean impressing Etho? Good question, never ask it again. They say keep your enemies close, and Bdubs' enemies don't deserve personal space.

As it turns out, Etho wasn't too difficult to impress or maybe Bdubs was just that amazing. Either way, they end up hitting it off. Their friendship is an interesting one, mostly because Etho's fans basically hunt Bdubs for sport online. We're talking scribbled out of pictures, get behind me, #FreeEtho. Etho thinks he seems pretty cool though, if not a bit much sometimes, so no harm no foul.

Okay, rapid fire, some other notes for this au.

> Etho's legal name is Ethel. Because it is. My heart is so set on it. But if you're boring, Ethan or Ezekiel or something work too I guess.

> Etho's keytar mimics a more traditional guitar in most cases, though he's known to experiment a lot with how far he can push that.

> Etho's scar is from a mugging in this au, not a very fun story to tell. Beef practicing his brand new razor blade throwing hobby or fighting a bear to beat Pause in a bet is much more entertaining.

> Canadian Bacon is meant to have a manager, but I couldn't think of anyone I felt fit. Just a note.

> Bdubs has a habit of grabbing Etho by his tie and pulling him down to his level or otherwise using it as a leash. Etho doesn't usually wear the tie outside of show stuff or interviews, but he wears it around Bdubs because thinks its funny. When there's no tie that doesn't stop Bdubs, collars and hoodie strings are subject to the same usage.

> Etho isn't aware of how infamous Bdubs is when they meet as they meet at a festival with a big group of other musicians. Most of which already know Bdubs as his more excitable friendly self. He only finds out later when Bdubs complains about Etho's fans flaming him anytime he mentions him.

> Bdubs still has a self-imposed curfew, 10pm every night unless it conflicts with a show. He needs his beauty sleep.

> The trigger reason for the animosity toward Bdubs is due to being blamed by fans for the split of his last band that had a pretty hardcore cult following (OOG, I've not named their band yet), and that has since snowballed into what it is today, despite his actions being relatively harmless. To note, this was not an assumption at all promoted by either party, it was entirely a fanmade judgement.

> For those who can, picture s5 jungle Bdubs mixed with drunken OOG(E) ctm maps for his approximate personality. Still goofy but with a sharper tongue and a lot worse of a temper.

> Originally I considered Cleo as Bdubs' manager so he's not all alone in narrative sense, I still think it's not a bad idea I'd love to see her chew him out for acting like a moron. Ren or Scar would be also be options for manager.

> Bdubs needs a touring band, but I'm not well versed enough in the hermits to actually pick one out. Just a note.

Okay, that's most of it! There's some more pg-13 headcanons for this au, along the lines of fuck yeah rock'n roll lifestyle, but it's not really important I'm sure just that is enough to get the gist of it. Thank you for reading this overly long note. ^v~

#Definitely expect more stupid aus - ive been having a lot of fun throwing them into random scenarios #ive been watching a lot of older bdubs content lately and ive been loving his attitude #band au #bdubs #etho #birdie art #birdie writing #bdoubleo #bdoubleo100 #hope i did the alt text right - let me know if it needs fixing #bdouble100 fanart #bdoubleo fanart #ethoslab fanart #etho fanart #ethoslab #hermitcraft fanart #divorce duo

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im giggling over the thought of Miguel playing Roblox especially horror games, once he gets scared he’ll curse in Spanish so fast

i feel like Miguel would have a default avatar but once he gets vc he would talk SHIT (and if he was playing with reader and Peter b Parker in a horror game (or any game) he would get angry instead, like yelling at Peter “MOVE” or “UR AVATAR IS IN MY WAY I CANT READ”)

This is such a random thought I had

LMFAOO YES!!

miguel o’hara x gn! reader

miguel sits in front of his computer, fully engrossed in a horror game on Roblox. his default avatar stands in the middle of a dark, eerie forest, and he navigates the virtual world with a mix of excitement and cautiousness. as the tension builds and the jump scares start to happen, he can't help but let out a string of rapid-fire curses in Spanish.

"¡mierda! ¡demonios! ¡joder!" he exclaims, his voice filled with a mix of fear and frustration. the curses spill out so quickly that it's almost as if they become a part of the game's soundtrack, adding an extra layer of intensity to the already chilling atmosphere.

if he's playing with you and peter b. parker, the intensity only amplifies. miguel becomes more animated, his frustration directed at the game and sometimes even at peter.

"¡muévete, spider-dweeb!" he yells, his voice laced with impatience. "¿cómo se supone que vamos a sobrevivir si te quedas ahí parado? ¡y tu avatar está bloqueando mi visión! ¡no puedo leer nada!" he becomes a force to be reckoned with, guiding you both through the game with a mix of skill and determination. miguel’s gruff and bratty nature comes to the forefront as he takes charge, barking orders and throwing criticisms like fiery darts.

through the chaos and fear, you can't help but find his outbursts amusing. it’s both endearing and entertaining to see him get so worked up over a virtual experience. and even in the midst of it all, his dedication to protect and guide you shines through. as the game progresses, and you manage to overcome the challenges together, miguel’s curses turn into cheers and laughter. the tension gradually dissipates, replaced by a sense of accomplishment and camaraderie."¡lo hicimos, cariño!" he exclaims, a wide grin forming on his face. "¡somos imparables!"

translation:

"¡mierda! ¡demonios! ¡joder!" (shit!! damn! fuck!)

“muévete” (move)

“¿cómo se supone que vamos a sobrevivir si te quedas ahí parado? ¡y tu avatar está bloqueando mi visión! ¡no puedo leer nada!" (how are we supposed to survive if you stand there? and your avatar is blocking my vision! i can't read anything!)

“lo hicimos, cariño!" (we did, love!)

"¡somos imparables!" (we’re unstoppable!)

tags 🏷️!! @kairiscorner @meeom @emiemiemiii @sabcandoit @obi-mom-kenobi @astro1bloom

#spiderman atsv #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o'hara #atsv x reader #🌱 lin writes #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel o’hara x y/n #lin’s asks #♡´･ᴗ･`♡ lin answers #miguel o’hara fluff #miguel o’hara x gn reader #peter b parker imagine

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avrilsboy · 3 months

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watching the way of internet video content going the way of getting shorter and shorter is fascinating not because of it getting short but because there's been a completely opposite response of creators posting these giant video essay productions that are 5, 7, 9 hours long -- usually as a means to infodump and deep dive on a piece of media. i remember the days where the golden number for video length was 4 minutes, but i'm seeing trends go in utter opposite directions now. people want minute-long shorts, but they also want super long videos (which itself isn't incredibly new, but the long content has only gotten much longer -- people want a 45 minute video for a casual viewing experience). and i wonder if it's because with shorts, you're inclined to go to the next one and the next one for however long until you're satisfied, and the speed at which they go by doesn't allow full engagement or experiencing lulls between content; with super-long videos, it's similarly meant to keep you engaged for an extended period, just on a single subject instead of rapid-fire content changes. when videos fall into the five, ten minute area -- which used to be prime for viewers -- there's now this weird lull where you start to get engaged, but then it ends, and it can feel like an interruption. it's either we want to be exhausted via an endless stream of shorts, or exhausted by marathoning video essays that take up the same amount of time as a good night's sleep. which isn't to say that people won't watch the five and ten minute video anymore (even though, really, the five and ten minute video has been steadily replaced with the 20 and 45 minute video), but it just feels as though people want very quick bursts of entertainment, or they want the strange novelty that is hey, how the fuck did this person talk about the cop ship from law and order svu for seven hours. what could they possibly say for seven hours straight. i've gotta see this.

#there's always been the hour and two hour long essays but it feels like these 4+ hour long vids are kind of new in their popularity #i do attribute this to quinton reviews for his icarly and victorious videos. which have millions and millions of views each #all this said: obviously not everyone loves the super long OR super short content. the extremes are certainly extreming.#but i am in fact listening to the 7 hour long svu video and wondering how i got here.#🛹

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Blackmail 2

PART 1!

TW: Blackmail. Smut. Cheating. Language.

SUMMARY: The aftermath of JJ's blackmail brings you into his arms once again...

WORD COUNT: 1900

REQUESTED:

I’ve never sent in a request, so I hope I’m doing to right. But for your march return, would you ever think about a sequel to Blackmail? I’ve been wondering what their dynamic became after the whole thing

Blackmail 2

You wish everybody knew that behind that smile wore the most devious intentions to ever exist. Words no girl, especially the girlfriend of his best friend, should ever be subjected to. All because of some video you'd made when you were too incoherent to understand your implications. And even though he wore that sadistic grin with eyes too kind to contrast as they'd cast to you as you often took him on your knees, as this was his preference in the brief time you were allowed, you denied every ounce of approval that came in being used to this new normal. No matter how satisfied you would be left as he learned your body after exploratory fingers and a skilled but wicked tongue, you wouldn't grant yourself or him the satisfaction of "getting used" to this.

You loved Pope. You loved the life you could have with him. You loved...

"JJ..." You groaned behind tensed teeth. His hands gluttonous to your hips as he pinned you deeper into the sheets of the bed. Your eyes flashed to the hallway with the voices of your mutual friends just beyond the thin door. But no matter the girth of any wall separating you from them, nothing could contrast the noises JJ pulled from you.

He was animalistic and passionate. Depth and force in equal measure as the bed threatened to give way beneath every brutal thrusts he'd make prior to now. But in this instance, he used only his tongue to pull such belting responses from you. You bit into your arm when he removed the pillow you'd used to try and keep quiet. Noticing this, he groaned in disapproval before pinning your hands just over the mess he made between your thighs. Your eyes met for only a moment before he noticed the desperation in your strained expression.

"Isn't it better when you stop denying me?" He questioned as your mind flashed to the last few weeks.

The first interaction since that fateful night had been met with full rejection. The reminder of how he could shatter the perfect illusion you'd made with Pope leading you to your knees for him in the nick of time to your boyfriend's return. The time after this would be spent in submission for the sole purpose of getting yourself within his good graces. As he lay asleep as the rest of the pogues were at work, you slipped out of bed and to his phone, finding a picture of him giving you the middle finger as his background. You glared at him as he lay awake once being made to wake by your eager steps. The small moments between them and now had become a game of cat and mouse of sorts as you had become as obsessed with the thrill as he was with the result. Of course, you'd deny this. But each and every time, your body would ultimately betray you. Losing yourself to him more and more.

"Don't tense up on me now..." He kisses softly into your thigh, a soft and almost romantic sentiment before he returned to devour you. When your hands fought for freedom beneath his grasp, he gave a compromise by leading you to his hair.

"Pull...As hard as you need." He explained hovering over your sex, a grin glistening with your excess. A symbol of his commitment to what your own boyfriend wouldn't entertain in even the most selfless of instances. It was this contrast that silenced the guilt against Pope. He was good but JJ was better. He was sweet but JJ was a sugar rush. And he was a good listener where JJ was devoted and attentive.

"Harder..." He spoke behind closed teeth, sucking your clit in rapid fire pulls as you nodded into you. Your fingers were merciless to his locks, the sunkissed tresses that knew this hold well. Familiar to that if a song you knew be heart came that rush of pleasure he'd optioned for. The same that coated his lips and fingers in repetition.

"Turn around." He spoke as you were too blissed out to notice his order. When you didn't oblige, he removed himself from the comfort made between your thighs. Shamelessly, he looked to the evidence of his talented tongue dripping down your core and onto the sheets beneath you.

"Delicious...."

Your eyes moved to the door as the steps passing throughout The Chateau left you trembling. Although by now, you couldn't tell if that was solely from fear or pleasure.

"Sweetheart...You've made such a mess for me..." His hands came slowly down your thighs at the beginning of your knees, inching closer and closer to that needy clit begging for more. Throbbing and summoning him.

"I don't think there's anything we haven't done-" Your mind flashed in memory to validate this. Every position and angle thoroughly exercised in the brief and even sporadic exchanges. Yet, each one leaving you with a thorough ache of the memory of what only he could offer you.

"But one thing..." Your eyes raised in horror as he smirked, eyes cast to your ass.

"Okay two things...But this one is all about you, princess..." He led your fingers to your entrance, guiding you.

"You keep denying this....And it's only hurting us both. So let me show you how good it can be..." Your eyes came closed to relish the pleasure before they shot open to the abrupt cessation made in the grip around your wrist.

"Turn over." You fumbled as he pulled you to the headboard of the bed. His dominant hand was used to part your lips.

"Touch right here. Small circles," His breath was hot at your ear.

"Don't come." You repressed a moan as you heard him undress behind you. Your peripheral gaze catching the door with the thought you could leave. And yet, you were too curious to stay. To know he would be sweeter now. Helpless to compare it to Pope as that was the vast comparison. Where Pope was cool ice to soothe you, JJ was the heat that ignited within. One could easily outweigh the other, and you wanted to be consumed either way.

"I can be sweet. Fuck you in the Twinkie after a date, putting candles in the cupholders to make it romantic and shit..." You fought a smirk to the idea. "Because it should have been me." He directed your hand faster.

"God, you must have been so deprived before me...You're touching yourself like I didn't make you come yesterday…" He craned around your torso to watch you continue. He pulled you to an angle to which he could watch.

"I could come just by watching you...Knowing it's because you're thinking of me..." He grinned. "But goddamn, you make it look so good...Keep going..." You obeyed, torn between rivaling and relishing as both have a reward incomparable to a release. The latter would prove more seductive however.

"Please..."

"You wanna come?" You hesitated.

"How about we..." He began to twist your nipples softly, making you groan.

"Try this for a bit?" But the second he began to show kindness to you, a looking question took precedence.

"Has he ever made you come?" You nodded, hoping this would be enough for JJ to understand this would never be any more than what it was. A continuous mistake. But he only used it as fuel against an apparent fire within.

"Since I have?" He almost scolded what should have been a question as you answered in an earnest shaking of your head. Im truth, you could only manage to look Pope in the eyes long enough to say goodbye, one which always brought relief.

"Is that because I'm better or because you don't love him anymore?" You hesitated, a question that had remained on your mind since the day that damned video was taken. But the soured expression came from your confusion.

"Let me make it clearer for you." He was suddenly inside of you, a single jolt made against the wall of the bed as it was a tattle to this afternoon delight.

"You love how I make you come, I know that. But you don't even have to love me..." He grunted into your ear. "But you always let me...sure, you fight it at first..."

"The video...." To this, he pulled his phone from the pants left within reach. Withdrawing his phone, he showed you the file. A deletion you'd craved for months now allowed. And yet, you couldn’t shake the disappointment in your expression as he remained inside of you.

"But you always need it…No more excuses, sweetheart. You can walk away right now and keep lying to yourself. Or you can stay and let me show you yet again why it should have been me..." He flexed inside of you.

"Won't you just tell him?" He paused, removing himself from you completely as he sat on the side of the bed.

"Like he'd believe it..." JJ scoffed. "A smart, pretty girl like you...the way you make me laugh and want you in the same sentence...thinking of all the ways I want to-" he paused. Your heart twisted as Pope has once complimented you every hour on the dot. And now you couldn't remember the last effort he'd made. But JJ did. A glance over the edge of the hottub when the pogues collected to celebrate their fuck-it lifestyle. A crush beneath any table or when crossing in any proximity. Not to mention the sensations once he got you alone.

"Just go..." You were on your feet, already halfway towards the door before feeling victory within your reach. Your hand came to the handle as his eyes fell in defeat.

Click.

"Now we won't have to worry about any potential interruptions." His eyes flared as you moved to his knees, standing between them.

"I don't know what this is and I'm going to hate myself for staying...but..."

"I won't let you hate yourself..." He pulled you over his lap in a straddle.

"I'll make you come until you love that feeling more than the hate..." He teased you with his cock before looking at you,marveling at home your face twisted for him. A snarl made of your lips, parted and needy and wide eyes nearly animalistic only to fall heavy when his hand cupped your breast.

"I'll show you why I love you " His words surprised you as you were suddenly filled with his thick shaft.

"Why I had to blackmail you because I couldn't take it anymore."

He paused in speech, pulsing into you.

"And why you won't ever have to fake it with me. A girl like you should never have to fake it. Now you won't have to...because you're mine-"

"Yours."

'"Say it again..." He begged, a pang of pain in his expression as he flexed inside of you. You weren't Able to obey immediately as he spun you onto your back, pounding into you as your submission was what it took to swell his lust into the threat of expulsion.

"I'm yours, JJ "

Your body fell apart beneath him as you felt his warm release spurt, his body shuddering in accordance to this. Your own high shared through this as you came down at the same moment. But it was short lived. He pulled his phone again.

"What are you doing?"

"I want to make a new video..."

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