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smusherina · 18 days

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yard work - chapter 6 (regina george x reader)

fandom: Mean Girls (all media)

pairing: Regina George x OFC/Reader

summary: You'd been in the same class as Regina George since kindergarten. You'd lived on the same street even longer. Once upon a time, when life was sandbox disputes and who got the swing first arguments, you'd even been friends. Now, in junior year of high school, you doubted she even remembered you. The same couldn't be said about you. You definitely remembered her.

warnings(s): 2004 was not a good time for the gays. homophobia persists. insecurity about weight and insulting oneself about it.

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You dipped into your savings and got Regina a new, fancy moisturizer. You couldn't count on her using it instead of the lard, but well. Guide a horse to water, can't make it drink, and all that.

You didn't tell her about the Homecoming prank, though. She'd been pissed about that. Not for long, because then it turned into a sort of trend at Northshore and it only boosted her popularity.

You were perhaps more upset about it. Upset you'd let it happen, upset they'd done it in the first place, upset Regina stood there with Aaron. He didn't even look like he wanted to be there.

Regina managing to turn it around for her benefit didn't stop you from feeling bad. It was the principle of the thing. You'd taken some distance from her. Everybody, actually. People just didn't feel all that great to be around. You were betraying Regina by letting her be essentially bullied by Janis, you were tolerating Regina's abusive reign over the student body, Aaron was getting on your last nerve by simply existing, and your mom's death anniversary was coming up.

You went to the Georges' less. Regina came to yours when you didn't lie about having to catch up on homework or doing a project. You did do some yard work for them since you still needed the extra cash. Just basic things like raking leaves and doing small repairs here and there. You also covered the pool with Mrs George's help.

"Whew, I forget what a chore that is every year!" She wiped at her forehead. You laid on the grass, chest heaving. You'd carried maybe seventy per cent of that thing.

"You said it, Mrs George." You managed to get out.

"How many years have I been telling you to call me Jude. Or just mom." You looked up at her. She looked so much like Regina. Or Regina looked so much like her.

She'd known your mom. Cried harder at her funeral than your dad or even yourself. You hadn't really gotten it, at that point. She'd hugged you tight and told you what an amazing woman she was, that she hadn't deserved to go yet. She sent you food for weeks after, which you appreciated because dad was too busy sorting stuff out to cook for you.

She'd been more of a mom to you than your own had ever gotten to be. Still, it felt wrong to call her anything other than Mrs George. It was weird. Word association gone all wrong. Mom meant a casket being lowered into a hole on a bleak November day, an echoing house and an empty kitchen, sad and wistful things. Mrs George meant afternoons spent running around in the backyard, eating 'till your belly was full to bursting, happiness and summer.

"Many, many years." You groaned as you got up. "Is Reggie home?"

You figured it would be weird if you didn't go say hi, at least. You didn't want to cut her out entirely. It was just hard being around her when the weight of your own actions, and inactions, weighed on your shoulders.

She smiled in a way that told you she'd noticed your deflection. "In her room."

"Great. Oh, by the way, what did you do with the apples this year?"

"I convinced Rick to donate them to the women's shelter downtown. They'll be put to good use there."

"That's awesome," You put your hands to your hips and looked around. "Anything you want me to do?"

"I'll just hose down the rose bushes, you head on inside. Avoid the living room, Rick's on a conference call." She waved you off with a smile.

You trod through the house carefully, shoes in hand. You knew the Georges were a shoes-on household, but it just never felt right for you to walk on carpeted floors with your shoes on. What if you had stepped on dogshit? What then?

"Reg?" Her door was open a crack, so you peeked in. "You decent?"

"Yes, I'm decent." You could hear the eye roll in her voice. "What do you want?"

Yikes. She wasn't happy.

You walked in and closed the door behind you. She was on her bed, reading a book on her belly. She was snacking on some candy bar.

"I just came to say hi. I put the pool cover on with your mom." You walked up to her. "What're you reading?"

"I could hear you huffing and puffing all the way up here." She turned on her side to look at you. "The Catcher in the Rye. It's boring."

"I dunno, I liked it." You climbed in hesitantly. When she didn't protest, you settled down on your side facing her, head leaned against your palm.

"You've read it?" She tossed the book on the floor next to the bed, now giving you her full attention. "Can you write my paper?"

"Depends on how much you'll pay me." You grinned and rubbed your fingers together like you were handling cash.

"Boo, you whore." She pouted. "Aren't we supposed to be beyond that?"

"I don't do charity, my friend." You flopped onto your back and crossed your arms. Shit, she had a comfy bed. So soft but just firm enough, too. You let your eyes close. You were so tired from all that physical labour.

"Get off my bed, you traitor." You opened your eyes too late. She was already on you, pushing you, and you had no time to resist until you were toppling onto the floor. You clambered down in a mess of limbs and sheets, which you'd grabbed in your desperate attempt to stay aboard.

"Reg! Your bed is actually high up! Help me!" You felt like Mufasa clinging to the face of the cliff, fingers digging into the slippery bedding. One of your legs was still on the bed, but not securely enough that you would've been able to pull yourself to safety.

"Just put your leg on the floor, dumbass." She cackled, watching you panic over such a small drop.

"No, look, it's not that- close." You lowered your leg and your knee made contact with the floor. Regina fell back, gasping as she laughed. "Shut up, you teapot!"

"No! I'm not-" She tried to stifle the laughs escaping her, the real wheezing ones she didn't let out of their cage willingly, but one look at you set it off again. "Your hair!"

You lifted your hands to your head. "It's not my fault your sheets are fucking static."

By the time Mrs George came to inform you that she'd be starting on dinner, thus signifying you should probably go, Regina had stopped laughing, if just barely.

"Have you been using the moisturizer I gave you?" You tried to analyze her face. It didn't look any less flawless than usual.

"Yeah, it's really great. My old night lotion started smelling weird for some reason. Maybe it expired early or something." You just hummed in response.

"I should probably go home and make myself dinner too."

"I'll walk you down."

You walked down the stairs and to the backdoor, avoiding the living room despite the blaring of the TV. Mr George was definitely not on a call anymore.

"What're you making today?" Regina asked, standing somewhat awkwardly on the porch.

"Probably tacos. I found a great deal on some corn tortillas at the store. They're all going bad today, so. Gonna stuff myself."

"Save some for me, yeah?"

You weren't sure what she meant by that. "Sure."

You walked home and as you'd said, got started on dinner. Moving around the kitchen without Regina there in the way, chopping whatever vegetables into misshapen cubes, felt weird. She wasn't over that often, but you'd gotten used to it regardless.

It was perhaps your biggest flaw as a person, how intolerant you were to being alone. Ironic, considering how much time you had to spend alone.

If it was up to you, you would've made Birria tacos with a good cut of sirloin, but you didn't have the money for fresh cuts of beef. Besides, you hadn't even started on the stew, and that took a whole day. So, you settled on some basic ground beef filling. You had made Pico de Gallo earlier that day, so it was nice and flavourful by the time you were constructing your tacos.

Back when you'd still needed a babysitter, there had been this one Mexican lady who appeared on the roster most often. It was so long ago you couldn't remember her name. She'd made you call her Abuela. She was sweet and taught you the wonder of Latin American cuisine. From what you could understand, she'd been well-travelled and really loved food everywhere.

She stopped coming when all of your babysitters did. The last time you saw her, you hadn't known it would be the last time.

This time of year really made you a monster. A dull grey, depressing monster. You'd have to find some exciting hobby because even you were getting sick of this. Maybe cliff jumping?

A knock on your door was the last thing you expected when you were finally ready to chow down. Making such a huge amount of food took time.

"What?" You barked to whoever dared to disturb you. "Oh, shit."

"Is that how you greet all your dinner guests?" Regina asked, batting her eyelashes. She had on a deep red dress, shiny satin that licked at the curves and edges of her body just right. It reached all the way to her feet, where you could see black heels peeking out from under the hem. She stood taller than usual, but still so short you could see above her head. The dress was strapless as far as you could tell as her jacket was covering her shoulders. Sweetheart neckline and a clutch to match. She had a thin gold chain around her neck with a small R-charm on it. Gold hoop earrings, hair done up in curls.

A grin crept up onto her face as you continued to gape at her visage. "I know, right?" She posed, one hand holding the clutch at level with her thigh and one poised at her waist. "I'm so sexy."

"Yeah, uh, yes, you are." You stuttered, stunned and flustered. You wanted to touch her, feel the fabric of the dress with the tips of your fingers, grab a hold of her and press close to her. She looked so fucking good.

"Thanks, baby." She took a couple of steps forward to reach you and, nonchalant as could be, brushed her hand at your shoulder as if she were brushing off dust.

Your knees wobbled.

"I have dinner for us." You blurted out. "I, uh..." You needed to pull it together. "I'm gonna go change."

"You do that," Regina said with an indulgent smile. You shot up the stairs.

When you came back down, still tucking your shirt into your trousers and tie undone, Regina was sitting on the couch perusing a magazine. It was probably from last year or something, you didn't exactly update the stuff under the coffee table.

You coughed to get her attention. "Ready for dinner, Reggie?"

"Ugh, don't ruin the moment. Anything other than that."

"I'm Jorts and you're Reggie, that's how it's been." You reminded and gently plucked her clutch from her hands before gesturing for her to turn around. She did, looking a little confused. When you reached to take her jacket off, she recoiled.

"Um, I would like to keep it on." She said, the confidence from before diminishing.

"Oh, why?" You asked. "Are you cold?"

"No, it's just, um..." Regina George stammering. You didn't think you'd live to see the day. "I don't look like I used to before."

"What does that mean?" You checked her out, toes to forehead. Drop-dead gorgeous as always.

"I've gained a bunch of weight." She looked down as if she needed to be ashamed. "I barely fit into this gown. I had to suck in even with the Spanx. And I still look like a whale."

As much as you would've liked to be incredulous and loud about just how wrong she was, it didn't seem like the right course of action. She was being open and vulnerable with you.

"I don't think you look like a whale." You stepped close to her tentatively. You set the clutch on the coffee table. Then, just as tentatively, circled your arms around her. You slotted your fingers together at her lower back and pulled her to you so that your bellies touched.

"I couldn't hug a whale." You pointed out helpfully, leaning back slightly to still look her in the eyes. "I'd love to see the dress in its full glory."

Regina, hands fussing with unmade your tie, bit her lip in contemplation.

"Careful, don't mess up your lipstick." She rubbed her lips together at that, a smile threatening to break out.

"Fine. But you can't laugh or stare or anything."

"I swear." You put one hand on your heart and the other up. "Now turn around."

She did as you asked. "You're being awfully chivalrous."

"It's what you deserve, Reggie." You crooned jokingly, pulling the jacket from her shoulders. The dress was cut elegantly so that there were no straps, but bits of fabric hanging by her upper arms. Cold-shoulder. You hoped the jokes in your tone hid how nervous you were.

"What did I just say?" As if that little moment between you two hadn't even happened, she was right back to her normal self.

"Fine. But you'll always be my Reggie. I guess tonight we can pretend." You sighed. "Whatever you say, honey."

"Better." She turned and tugged at your tie. "Now, let's get you sorted."

"I had very little notice, okay?" You grumbled but bent down obediently so she'd have an easier time tying your tie. You'd used to play dress up mixed with house all the time. You'd nearly always been the dad and so, you had to wear a tie. Obviously. Mrs George had gotten tired of constantly being asked to do it, so she'd taught Regina.

Now, it felt a little different. For one, you were taller. Secondly, this wasn't a children's game. Maybe you were playing a little bit, pretending, but it didn't quite feel like that. There was something undeniably real about this.

"There." She said once she was finished, smoothing it out against your chest. "You couldn't find one matching the dress?"

"You're impossible to please." You chuckled. "I'll make sure to go tie shopping as soon as possible."

"Good." She liked to ignore your sardonic tone pretty often. "Now, what's on the menu?"

You tucked the rest of the shirt into your pants and, voila, you were done.

"Tacos, my lady." You offered up your arm half in jest. She hooked her wrist into the bend of your elbow with an incline of her head. Clearly, she was a girl that liked to be wined and dined.

You snuck a bottle from your dad's wine collection, hoping it wasn't some speciality. Looking at the label, it wasn't very old. Wine quality was assessed like that, right?

You ate your fills and then some, drinking wine all the while, then retreated to the couch to recover, and turned on the TV to watch while eating dessert. Sharing a pint of ice cream, curled up on the couch in fancy clothes, warm and away from the cold of late November, you wondered what had brought this on.

It wasn't an official date, that much you knew. Regina wasn't a lesbian like you. Maybe she was indulging you. That would mean she knew you had a crush on her. You hoped that wasn't true. Regina was an observant person, though. Fuck, that'd be humiliating.

It didn't feel like she was playing with you. It looked like she was having as much fun as you. Maybe she wanted to have a nice, romantic dinner without the pressure of having to impress or perform for her date.

It was nice she'd chosen you. Regardless of why she'd come here tonight, you were just glad she was with you. You'd had a lot of people leave, most of them never coming back. The exceptions to the rule were Regina and your dad. They were similar in that, but nothing else. When dad came back, he brought with him a never-pleased frown and a stifling presence. When Regina came back, she brought light.

She had her flaws. You had yours. Thanksgiving was right around the corner and Christmas would soon follow. You had no doubt that Janis had something nefarious planned for at least one of those events. Nothing was sure, things were undecided.

"I'm going for a smoke." You said when the episode ended.

"I'm coming with."

"You won't be getting one."

"I don't want it anyway. Cigarettes taste like shit."

You laughed and walked to the backdoor. Through it and onto the patio, you slumped onto the bench swing. Regina followed a lot more gracefully, heels chucked somewhere in the house, bundled up in the blanket she'd claimed as hers since the first time she slept over. She sat next to you and spread it over both your laps. You hummed in thanks and lit up.

Regina might've been a massive bitch. She had, and there was no denying it, done some awful things. And maybe it was fucked up for you to like one part of a person and not the whole of them, but did that count if you were sure that the undesirable part was all a facade?

"So..." You started. "Better than any of the dates Aaron took you to?" You couldn't help but ask. Veiled under a joke, you hoped your jealousy didn't show.

"Don't be cocky." She admonished, resembling her mom almost creepily. "He didn't really take me out."

"What? Why?" If you could openly date Regina there wouldn't be a limit to how much you'd be taking her out, showing her off to anybody who'd listen.

"How should I know?" She shrugged indignantly. "We broke up a little after Homecoming."

"What? I didn't hear about this."

"Really? I thought you would've since it was pretty big news for a while." You didn't want to admit you'd been purposefully avoiding rumours about the couple for the majority of their relationship. "He outlived his purpose."

"The Halloween Party and Homecoming." You clarified and she nodded.

You took a drag. Regina pulled what seemed like a candy bar out of her clutch. It was the same brand she'd been eating earlier today.

Considering she'd been insecure about her weight, you didn't comment on it. You took another drag. You couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something weird.

"Hey, can I look at the packaging of that?"

Wordlessly, Regina handed it over. You looked at the product info. Great, it was all in Swedish.

"Where'd you get these?"

"Cady got me a box of them. They're good for weight loss. Like, they just burn all your carbs." You furrowed your eyebrows and looked back at the product info. The numbers didn't seem like that of a weight loss product.

You didn't like she was eating something that would empty her stomach right after dinner. That couldn't have been healthy.

"You're trusting something Cady gave to you?"

She tilted her head, as if about to question you. Her mouth opened, then closed, and opened again.

"Shut up. Shut up."

You took a long drag.

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floredaqueen · 2 months

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"Slowly This Time.."

Isabela Wheeler x Billy Hargrove

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After a few weeks of dating, Isabela and Billy go on their first date. Billy gets the idea to go dancing at the skating rink when he finds out Isabela wasn't lying about being a competitive ballroom dancer. As they're having fun, things get hot and heavy and even more so when they head back to his place..♡

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Warnings:

18+, MINORS DNI, HEAVY sexual tension, Mentions of sex, first time haze, description of rough sex, cursing, Billy being a dick, water works(squirting), light aftercare mention, Billy being a whole BRAT, mutual pining, p n v/no protection (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT HOES) ILLUSTRATED DEPICTION of SUGGESTIVE CONTENT!!!

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It was already 7:30, Isabela showing up to Hawkin's high parking lot by foot. Since there was a sidewalk that led to the front of the school, the Guatemalan girl would take the initiative to walk sometimes. It helped to clear her head in the mornings and even gave her fresh eyes. Her hips swayed quickly as she walked through the open road surrounded by some of the student body. Her eyes never left the front of her, never wasting time to glance over at people or overhear their conversations.

Today was a day of academic focus, and that trend would continue as Isa made her way to her locker. Then, and only then, did that plan throw itself out the window, Billy Hargrove showing up right next to her, only to slide big calloused hands firmly around her clothed waist. With the feel of his hands, his new girlfriend became startled, still not used to the feeling of being touched so intimately.

"Oh my gosh! Would it kill you to announce yourself every once in a while??" The studious girl whined, only to be met with that infamous cheeky grin her mischievous boyfriend possessed. Other people might not have thought much of it, but to Isa, the gesture of him even thinking to do that was something that always made her puddy in his hands.

"Where's the fun that? I like bringing excitement to your boring little life," Okay, rude. It was all playful, though, Billy smirking even more and pressing a kiss to the side of her face temple and neck while his sweet girlfriend rolled her eyes. Boring? Her life was anything but! The things she had to endure when they first met. Nova's constant She felt "tame" was a better word to use for it, especially now.

Other than that, it was like dating the historically correct Zeus. She was finding him caressing her, pressing sweet kisses everywhere he could, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Doing whatever he can without forcing those strong hands of his down her bottoms. It was like it pained him, but could he really be blamed?

They way he gravitated towards her when she curled her long hair, the way her hips moved in a hypnotic, fluid motion while being clothed in the cutest skirts.. what were the called.. tiered? Gathered? Godet? Pleated? Whatever, her ass looked perfect in everything she put on. The way her arms hugged her notebooks, textbooks, bag, whatever she had with her worh such care. Her cherishable grin and her big, sweet brown eyes. It was enough to make the troublesome guy make her trembling puddy in his hands.

"Well, I'll let you spice up my more Friday night! We could.. go out." Isa bashfully suggested, looking away from Billy's intense blue hues. The way he looked suggestively at her.. It was like he knew what she wanted to say but enjoyed the thrill of watching her struggle to finish her all-too-simple sentence. Once Billy had enough of her adorable stuttering, his hands squeezed even more at her waist, his breath hitching once her boyfriend heard the soft whimper that escaped her kissable lips.

"If you wanna go out on a date, you could just ask, babe," He'd tease, Isa immediately groaning after. She felt like she shouldn't have to ask. She was his girlfriend, after all. He could see the look of annoyance all over her slightly freckled face. It even caused him to let out a chuckle. Isabela continued her groaning, rolling her eyes as she turned back around only to shut her locker door.

Slipping through Billy's enticing grasp, she began to head to her next class. Quickly, her boyfriend stopped her in her tracks.

"Come on, sweet girl, 'M just kidding," He'd start, Isa slightly relieved when he did stop her and eased up on the taunting. While it was charming most of the time, it did get on her nerves as well, not wanting to be satirized every time she got bashful.

"Where do you wanna go?" Hargrove would ask, Isa only taking half of a second to really thinking about it.

"We could go dancing! The nee skating they just built does dancing nights!" The way she lit up as she talked about how she wanted to spend the Friday night with him made Billy's heart swell. Even when he taunted her all to hell, she still wanted to spend time with him every chance she got. It made him want to do more for her.. like take her out dancing at the new skating joint.

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Before they both knew it, Friday came along. It was 4 p.m., Isa taking out all of the curlers she had in her hair. Billy loved when she had her hair curled. In his words, he had said it made her look elegant.. "Like a flower," Quickly, she brushed through her dark chocolate locks, grabbing her dry shampoo and dispersing it all over to make it shimmer.

She had already picked out her wardrobe for the evening. It was a short, red long sleeved slip dress and her favorite dancing heels. Most of the blisters on her feet from last month's ballroom dance camp had mostly healed, so she'd decided to give them a try again. She didn't even notice until she took off her shoes. She was so used to the feeling of pain sometimes, just bottling it up until she had to face it.

She was just finishing up, fastening the buckle of her ankle strap and putting on the flower hoop earrings he had got her when she dragged him with her to the store. He wasn't one for buying things, but the way his sweet girl looked at them when she passed by.. well why the hell not?

Isabela could hear the revv of a certain bad boy's blue Camaro from her bedroom. She peered through her window, quickly grabbing her, checking on her pastel makeup, and grabbing her purse before rushing downstairs. It might've been too obvious how excited she was. She couldn't wait to share this, something she enjoyed more than most things, something that gave her a purpose and a way to disconnect. No alcohol, no drugs, no nicotine.. just pure adrenaline. The Latina had hope Billy would experience that too, at least for a little while.

The studious dancer was out the front door by the time the blonde lover boy was out of the driver's seat. She got an eye full of what she hoped she could pull off of him tonight. He sported that satin red button-up with a white tee under it and the necklace his mother gave him. He also sported a new part of denim jeans that he had bought a week ago. The closer she had got, the closer she could smell the scent of rosewood and eucalyptus wafting to her.

Suddenly, Isa felt the brush of his hand against her rayon clad hips. Her cheeks really started to heat up when she felt the brush of Billy's soft lips against her own. Already, she was hot.. already, he was testing her. The Latina exhaled into the sweet kiss, her hands gently holding onto the fabric of his short sleeves. He broke away shortly, his hands hovering over the height of her ass. He could feel her quivering by time he pulled her closer.

Billy couldn't wrap his head around why Isabela was so shy around him. He's seen her naked and dripping wet for him for God's sake.. or maybe that wasn't it. Maybe she was trying to keep up appearances with him..? But why would she do that? She had no reason to..

Over the past 2 months, Billy had shared his shame with her on more than one occasion. Yet, her love and affection for him was unconditional.. It frustrated him that Isabela still had some of her walls up. So tonight, he was going to relieve some of that tension in her shoulders... emotionally and physically, and make her feel as good as she looked... and God, did she look good.

"A sight for sore eyes is what you are, darlin." Billy flashed that sweet grin that made Isabela's own smile quiver. With a kiss on his temple, Isa strolled over to the passenger seat, her boyfriend following soon after. He leaned over and surprised her by opening the door for her. It made that grin of her quiver again...

"Thanks, Cariño.." Isa added, maintaining her giddy smile as she carefully climbed into the passenger seat. She quickly fastened her seatbelt and adjusted her frame to the curve of the seat, as well as the hand Billy had placed on the plush of her smooth thigh. The reserved girl could tell that tonight was going to be an important one for their blossoming relationship.

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It wasn't long before Billy arrived at the new rink. Before that, the new couple had been jamming to whatever he had on the tape that had been left in his car the longest. It wasn't quiet either, Isa talked his ear off while he enjoyed listening to her stories about Nance and her recent change. She seemed stronger, more independent, and it inspired Isabela to be more as well. lf it was called "Neon Lights," a name that seemed rather redundant the more she thought about it. Every rink she'd ever been to had neon lights surrounding the dance floor. It made her wonder... why that name? Billy seemed to be thinking the same thing, as he briefly commented on the name.

"What the hell is that name? Couldn't they have come up with something better?" He scoffed, running a hand through his greasy hair as he scanned the parking lot for the nearest spot. Since it had just opened, everyone was at the rink, which meant it would be packed. Needless to say, Billy had found a spot soon enough, and by finding a spot, he meant finessing a parking space close to the second handicapped space. It had Isa giggling a bit. His nonchalance about where he parked and if it got him in trouble or not, even then Billy didn't care. He just wanted to get his girl inside as quickly as he could to start their fun.

While his girl practically skipped inside and onto the dance floor, Billy quickly grabbed a beer that the other partygoers were handing out like party favors. His eyes followed Isabela's pretty little body, soon settling on her sweet face as she carelessly danced into the crowd. It's refreshing to see her so in her element.

Once again, there was that sensational feeling that shot up Isabela's spine when she felt Billy's rest at her waist. With his firm grip, Billy pulled her closer, the fresh scent of beer on his lips as he brought kisses to her neck, jawline, and cheek. In that time, their sway was in unison, the beat of the music muffled as she focused on his timed breaths. Isa's right hand stroked his face, gentle and thoughtful.

In time, Billy grew restless, his hands indigently placing a firm grip lower and lower until he was teasing her clothed thigh and hips. Isa returned the favor with a wiggle of her hips so that her sweet, clothed bottom would brush up against the tip of his groin. For once, she was teasing him back, and it was not going to stop there. The fiery couple went at it until they were grinding against each other in the process.

When she heard a growl escape from Billy's lips, Isa's ears practically burned. The expression on his face was dreamy, and yet it was dripping with hunger along with the sweat on his brow. It didn't help that she couldn't get a word out either. His soft and needy kisses are pressed to her lips in such a soft manner that it makes her at a loss for those words. It was like that for a while, Isa was too busy with her handsy horndog of a boyfriend to check the time.

Isa snatched a swift look within the time window, noticing that it was 9:30. She had to be home by 10. She turned, his grasp on her getting a little tight. She could tell he was getting more and more restless, her cheeks tinting with the rough lock of their lips. A whimper escaped her lips as she pulled away.

Billy whined, of course. Looking back at his baby with much desire, Isa would've thought he was malnourished. Billy thought he was. He yearned for a taste of the young woman standing right in front of him. He craved her moans and gasps and squeals whenever he dug himself -his tongue, his hands, his cock- deep enough to send her into that needy mindset Billy knew he could always get his Isa in.

"C'mon sweetness. There's no shame in letting go right here," He'd huskily tell her, obviously lying his through his teeth just to get what he wanted. In all honesty, he didn't care whether anyone or no one was around them. He wanted to make her scream and buckle beneath him. He wanted so bad to hear her beg and tell him that she couldn't take it anymore. He wanted to see her come undone over and over until they were both sweaty and soaked.

"If you take me home now, I promise I'll give you that and more, okay?" Isa bargained, hoping he'd agree and give in. He did, not responding verbally but physically. He gave her a peck on her sweet cheeks and a surprising pat on her plush backside before standing on his own again.

Billy was quick to rush them both to the car, practically chasing Isabela through the parking lot like a masked killer. Once they got to his blue Camaro, the impatient minx would trap poor Isa against the passenger side door. Billy smirked down at her eager yet reticent expression, thinking he'd try his luck once again. Pressing a final chaste peck to those delectable lips, he withdrew just far enough to peer down at his captivating sirens through smoldering lashes that were very clearly heavy with want.

"Please..." he rumbled low enough for it to shiver her spine, sliding his broad palms down over the flaring curve of her hips to clamp around the swell of her ass in a tender yet possessive grasp. Isa whined almost immediately, attempting to set boil that her wolf was on to a low simmer.

"Amor, you promised–" He was to interrupt her, twisting a tangled lock of dark silk around his calloused finger, Billy drew her flush against his already straining fly, arousal surging shamelessly at the feel of her lithe frame molding into his.

"I did't promise a damn thing.." He immediately hissed, capturing her sweet mouth in a shamelessly filthy kiss to halt her protests, his tongue delved to coax a taste of that intoxicating nectar he crave just to feel her whimpers and swallow her moans. He even went as far as to lift up on of her deliciously lean thighs, lowering that same hand to cup the hot swell of her cunt through lace-thin panties.

"C'mon baby, a few minutes won't kill. I'll make it feel real good for you."

His straining cock twitched eagerly at her mercy beneath dress slacks as cerulean orbs smoldered with his desires barely held in check. Billy yearned for one thing.. and that was to see this spanish beauty completely fall apart under his wickedly skillful dexterities.

"That I promise.."

Even if he was trying super hard, with baited breath, Isabela declined, one of her small hands creeping around his neck only to pull them all the closer. The tease of a girl leaned in for another heated embrace only to stop and whisper her plea against his pretty kiss-bitten lips.

"Open the door, Will.."

Shit, she was serious. Billy backed off for real this time, for now, growling and grumbling in low frustration as he begrudgingly watched the vixen that was his girlfriend cutely maneuver herself over so he could open the door. He slowly opened it, his currently dark, almost sinister gaze doing its best to make her fold under it as she held it. She didn't hold it for long, her bright doe orbs flickering off to the side until she saw the door wide open.

"Thank you, lindo!" Isa responded brightly, getting a snort out of him as his eyes traveled with her until she was seated and buckled in. Then, and only then did he shut the door, slightly jogging his way to the driver's side and hopping in as quickly as possible.

The drive itself was calm, the tunes on low while a large calloused hand snaked its way in between a caramel smooth thigh. He'd take the initiative to give a deep squeeze, the poor girl wincing silently from it. He just barely caught her reaction, his lips slowly curling into an arrogant smirk. Isa, however, caught his stupid smirk, a soft pout coming to her own lips while she leaned toward the window comfortably. The silence between then was practiced, but pleasant, things only taking a turn when Billy continued his route when the Wheeler house was right there. Isa quickly caught sight of this change, looking to Billy for an answer.

"Thought you might like some alone time.. just you and me," He explained to her in a swift thought. Her bad boy continued the smooth drive, heading to his home instead. He figured,'Why not?' considering Max was sleeping over at Jane's and his "parents" were away on a trip. They had the place all to themselves.

It didn't take him long to arrive, especially with his intense motivation, Billy swifting neatly into his driveway. A millisecond went by before Billy hopped out, once again casually speeding around to the other side, only to surprise Isa by picking her up and putting her over his shoulder. A mix of a loud gasp and squeal escape her, her limbs wailing a bit out of control as she was carried inside.

The more she thought about it, the more she realized this was the first time she's been inside the Hargrove household. The atmosphere was warm, at least when no one else was there. The mellow light from the various lamps around the living room he turned on as helped too. Everything was near, and she even spotted a mini workout station she assumed only Billy used. She didn't know.. maybe his dad could carry 100 pounds of weight altogether.

By the time Isa was done thinking, Billy had entered his room, the agile latina become even more nosey while her eyes scanned everything about his room. A bag or two on the floor. The messy nightstand with paper scattered onto it. His slightly made bed. The crude posters on the wall. The boom box is in the corner. His closet was closed, so she couldn't snoop through his clothes.

Billy's eyes flashed dangerously as he closed his bedroom door, a ravenous grin spreading across his handsome features as he thought about all the things he was gonna do to the girl on his shoulder.

Before she could say much, Isa was placed onto his bed, Billy determined to get his girl into the same mood as he was in. He was quick with the kisses, hearing Isabela's audible amusement through soft whimpers and giggles that were only fueling his anticipation. Isa enjoyed the feel, obviously, realizing how deep the kisses were getting as he traveled down from her lips, all the way to her neck.

Her hands only moved from Billy's comforter to his hair when his lips became stationary at the pulsing point of her neck. The teasing kisses and nibbles to it were just the appetizer, Isa soon felt Billy try his best to form a hickey, the sucking on her pulsating flesh, sending a soft gasp through and out of her.

Soon enough, Isabela pulled away her flushed face and delirious expression all the more heightened as she struggled to pull off her heels. They were killing her now that she was sitting on the comfort of his mattress.

Luckily for the Guatemalan, Billy could practically see the wheels spinning in her head, still somewhat shy and uncertain despite her boldness earlier. It made him want to devour her all the more.

Kneeling before her, he gently grasped one slim ankle in his hands. Maintaining intense eye contact, he slowly dragged the shoe from her foot and tossed it aside. Then, he attended to the other with equal care, calloused fingers massaging her arches briefly in the process.

"Better," the sweet latina moaned in appreciation, her handsome boyfriend grinning up at her in turn.

"Yeah..?" he murmured, letting his hands trail teasingly up her calves as he rose back to sitting. A low chuckle escaped his pretty, kiss swollen lips as he watched her nod and giggle hazily.

"Yeah," Billy found himself being pulled by his face. Isa apparently decided she wanted to be kissed until she couldn't think straight, her generous boyfriend all but denying her that pleasure. Billy landed a searing, branding kiss to her lips, a sweet whine from Isabela sending a sharp flutter up his slightly worked spine.

Even after that mind hazing kiss, Billy continued adding onto the palpable sexual tension, trailing his sweetness that the adopted Wheeler called his lips down her writhing torso. All the while, big hands were working the smooth fabric or her short dress up her pretty little waist.

A soft gasp followed by a satisfying moan escaped Isabela's mouth when she felt the softness of his lips against her aching clit. A deep, vibrated chuckle fled Billy's lips as he kissed and prodded at the swollen nub, playing with it until the sounds of her needy whines were more and more prominent.

Isa was already attempting to fight Billy on this, the overwhelming pleasure in his actions never seizing to exist. She would continue her weak pleas, the hesitation in her words quickly turning into something more needy. Billy caught on to the difference, taking the initiative to press a few fingers into her aching core.

Of course, it shocked Isabela, still not used to the feeling of his fingers.. which got her thinking about where this was going to lead. Quickly though, her thoughts deteriorate into nothing from the harsh motion of the tips of Billy's digits sloppily hitting a sensitive spot that originated deep in her velvet walls.

"Oohhh-" Isa could feel her hips buck, her legs fighting against them as they shook from the threat of oveestimulation. Meanwhile, her vicious boyfriend continued to encourage her orgasm. A bunch of "You gonna come for me?"s and "You're squeezing my fingers,"s, but the big one that had her really clamping down on him was when he growled against her ear,

"Squirt for me, baby.. come on, you can do it,"

A lot happened at once, then, the heat at the lower edge of Isabela's stomach bursts, the timid girl letting out a weak squeal. Her hips lifted swiftly, a mischievous laugh escaping Hargrove as his oceans hues locked on the delicious sight of his girl coming undone from just his touch. Not only that, but the forced feeling of turning into a geyser hit Isa like a tanker truck as well. Her nose scrunched up as she felt and heard the wetness of her squirt appear and cover Billy's hand, his sheets, and any other surface it could reach.

"That's it.. There's a good girl.."

Her mind was hazy, in a continuing falling state, and his for the taking. Next thing Isa knew, Billy was all over her, his lips clinging onto every inch of her skin whilst he undressed himself. First was his satin, crimson colored shirt, his mitts in swift motion while exposing his toned chest and stomach.

He was generous, allowing the latina under him to cop a feel of what would inevitably be dominating her. Tonight was the night. The night the ashe blonde would be graced with what he was aching for over the past two and a half months. Isa came to the conclusion that she'd never be ready, which is why she gradually built herself up for it.

Fingering, manhandling, biting, oveestimulation.. but couldn't she handle him fully. This was Isabela's night to show Billy she could. With her soft palms caressing his overtly muscular stomach, her sniveling boyfriend firmly grasped one of her wrists, his oceans blues boring holes in her big Hershey's kisses. Billy was quick, swiftly guiding her hand in his boxers. She remembered being surprised he even wore boxers, knowing what the complete monster that hid in the looked like.. and boy was he terrifying.

A quick pull at his briefs and his package was being presented in full, glorious view. All eight and a half inches deliciously aroused to the brim. The pre was practically drooling from him. It was everything she hoped for. Sloppy and needy, and oh so ready for the struggle. Oh, Billy could feel himself throb at the thought.

♡ ♡ ♡

He was quick with his demands.

"Keep your legs spread," as he pushed her plsyh thighs apart to bring himself in between her.

"Move your hands.." as he firmly grasps her wrists in one hand and brings them over her head.

"Ge it wet for me, baby," as he grabs the base of himself, sloppily tapping against her soaked folds until her clit was swollen enough to alert her to start gushing.

"Atta girrl~" He praised wantonly, watching as her flood gated opened once again for him. Surely enough, it didn't take Billt much time to lather himself in, pumping his sopping wet cock with his hand to put on a show for his girl. Conversely, Isa was eating it up, listening to the sounds he'd make as he teased her so effortlessly.

"Billy.." Isa whined, her eyes weary of his because of her awareness. She was aware of how she looked, and she looked needy.. which didn't help because she was. Billy's sore eyes snapped to hers, running up hee body before he leaned down to speak.

"What is it, mama..? You ready for me?" He quested rhetorically, a smirk easily showing on his pretty lips. When Isa nodded, Billy gently shook his head, his eyes -once again- telling her everything she needed to know.

"What do you want, baby? You want this dick inside you..?" He pressed, his hips slowly grinding against her heated entrance to keep the pleasure constant. Her mewling got louder, Billy once against surprising his sweet girlfriend by wrapping his other hands around her throat. A light squeeze, that was all, but it was enough to get her talk for him.

"Tell me-"

"Y-yes! I want you inside me- I want it!" She admitted, her voice still soft enough for him to only catch her words. He nodded himself, letting her go and one again grabbing the base of his cock once more. Lining himself up, Billy serged his tip inside her entrance. He was slow, knowing how nervous she still must've been considering how tight she was.

Isa winced, her hands tightly gripping the sheets above her head. It was already a lot, if she was honest with herself. Her body was trembling, even if Billy was doing his best to make her comfortable. So far, Billy was proud of his girl, the brunette taking it the way he was giving it to her. They were both surprised he managed to fit, but there were still many inches to go. Isa continued to hold her breath, soft affirmations leaping off of Billy's tongue while his fingers slithered their way to her clit. A swift most continued against it while he pushed further and further. He wasn't even half away in and he was already stretching her to her limit.

"F-fuck- hold on, amor~" the sweet latina huffed, her eyes fluttering all over the place while she got used to his width. She anticipated him plowing her breath away, but they haven't even gotten that far yet. Billy waited, patience really seeming like a virtue in this moment the way he held back for her. Although it wasn't long until she gave Billy the go-ahead, hearing Isabela's pleas to continue while being all too eager to oblige.

He was quick for her, her hold on his navy blue sheets mighty enough to pull them off of his mattress. When he bottomed her out, a moan escaped both of them, Billy acknowledging tur snug fit her velvet walls put him in. It hot.. fuck, it was more than hot. It felt sinister to be this deep in someone. Not that he hasn't done it before. God knows how many men and women who's world he's rocked. In the same rushed thought, Billy had realized this I'd thr longest he's gone without thoroughly fucking someone's brains out. Two and a half months of salivating, tortous foreplay with this hot and sweet piece of latina that was under him squirming.. helplessly.

Speaking of, Billy watched the tears stream down her cheeks even as she wrapped her pretty legs around his waist. It was time.

"You ready..?" Billy suggested, wanting her to be as comfortable as possible. To him, it was no fun wrecking her unless she was absolutely on board. It was Billy's charming smile and reddened face that had her nodding, seeing the effect she had on him.

♡ "Mhmm" ♡

He got going in an unhurried manner, subconsciously cautious and barely even moving his hips in rhythm with hers. It was sweet like this, his calloused hands moving up to grasp her airy little wrists only to just hold them in play. It was long after that still he could his lips over hers, kissing her in such a passionate way that it had her moaning in pleasure. He kept at it, only stopping when he felt her slick juices cover his manhood. It was hot and heavy, and DEFINITELY plenty to get him to change his pace. As he quickened his hips, her moans and whimpers got louder.

It was a lot, to say the least. Isabela found herself with her back arched and the butterflies in her stomach swarming. Exce0t this time, it was a slower built than when he was fingering the shit out of her. It was a fight between pleasure and pain.. so much pleasure to where it became painful.

"Billly!" She yelped, the grip her legs had on his waist loosening as he thrusts turned into straight pistons.

"You're so goddamn tight for me baby- milking my fucking dick for all it's worth.." he praised gruffly, wasting no time in setting a brisk pace.

Snapping his cock in and out powerfully, the rhythmic slap of flesh echoed off the walls as he took her hard and thorough. All the while, his siren blue orbs gazed appreciatively over her breasts. It didn't matter how small they were. They were gorgeous during their rhythmic bounce in contrast to his own cadenced and gradually harsh thrusts. He quick to make it rough, freeing one of her hands just to snake his own behind her head to firmly grip a chunk of her cocoa colored locks of hers.

"Tell me who owns this pretty pussy," he gritted out, sweat-slick from steam and exertion. Claiming her lips in a ravaging kiss, he swallowed her cries of pleasure. His fingers dug into soft skin, he plunged deeper still, eyes rolling back at the exquisite velvet glove pressure building him swiftly closer once again.

"Eres dueño de mi cuerpo, amor. ¡Por favor llévame! Quiero ser tuyo~" She spoke deeply against her lips. Only for him to stop, remaining balls deep and grinding every bit of himself inside of her aching slit.

"What do I do to you, huh?" He'd question breathlessly, her the hand tangled through her hair sliding downward to pull her againsr him further.

"Use your words, ma.."

It took her a moment to answer, her thoughts racing around her own mind as she attempted to piece together a sentence while the bully that was her boyfriend remained stubborn.

"Me vuelves loca, amor. He querido esto durante mucho tiempo... tenerte dentro de mí... tomarme como tuyo"

He didn't understand a word she said, but he knew enough to know what she was really saying.

'I love you and I want to be yours. I want you to make me yours. Please will you make me yours?'

The way she sounded was needy and breathless, and Billy aimed for his sweet girl to be satisfied and breathless and nothing else.

"Shit baby, you trying to kill me?" Billy growled out in awe and fresh arousal, almsot feeling as if he was about to blow beneath her eager ministrations. Clearly, his little vixen had an even bigger appetite than he suspected. Not that he was complaining, far from it. Gripping her stationary hips firmly, he planted his feet and started thrusting to feel each delicious stroke with sharp, focused drives. Isa went back to whimpering helpless, feeling herself ger pushed further and further to the end of her short fuse.

"Fuck yeah, just like that. Take me till you break, sweetness," he snarled up at her, eyes closed in bliss as her tight sheath clutched at him in a pornographic rhythm.

His hands roamed greedily over her bouncing breasts, pinching her nipples into tight beads as encouragement to get her to scream for it. The lewd squelching sounds of their coupling filled the air, mingling with her sinful cries.

"God you feel so fucking good, takin' this dick so well, Isa," he grunted proudly.

Snapping his hips straight into hers to grind directly into her sweet spot, he smirked in masculine triumph at the shriek it drew from deep in her throat.

"You wanna cum again already? Fucking slur aren't you?? You want to cum all over me so fucking bad."

He contined with his mocking, watching the rest of her blood rush to her already cherry red face. He had a feeling shed respond happily to his teasing, testing it out a few times back when she'd only let him kiss her. It was so cute how her nose scrunched up in embarrassment, just like it did in the moment.

That pretty little back of hers arched, giving her sly sweetheart to ram himself further inside. He watched the effect, while he mindless shot every bit of his smoldering hot seed into her core. Her curls were messy, in her face and covering her pretty mouth, which was trying its best not to let out another blood heating squeal.

All the pleasure practically shot up her body the way her thighs shook before clamping down on instinct, a fresh gush of fluids drenching them both gloriously. So. Fucking. Goregous. It's been a while since he made someone cum like that.. God, and he couldn't wait to practically see her soul leave her body again.

He was quick to comfort her, watching more tears build up in globs before pouring down her flushed face. He still wasn't good at the 'word comforting thing,' or whatever the hell she called it, but he was pretty good at holding her. A few kisses to her temples, one sweet peck on the lips and another one on her neck for good measure. Then he scooped her up, not pulling out until he knew she was okay.

Isa noticed all of these things, his actions quite reassuring in the sense that he actually listened to her when she spoke about this stuff. It was just him staring at her. His eyes lowered as if he was only thinking about taking her right then there. That's all she thought it was, but really, he was just.. thinking.

Thinking about how he could excute that.. in his own way. She was always open with him, expressing her fears to him.. about him. For a while, he didn't know how to take it. It slightly missed him off about every little thing she tried to change.

His bad habits, mostly. His high sex drive, his anger issues, the drinking, and smoking. All of it. Isa admitted to herself that she was pushy, but she was never demanding. She always let him take his time.

It was always his decision to make.. just with her big brown eyes and sweet persuasion, staring him down every time he thought about it.

So even after the fights that would have her in tears by the end of it, he'd still come back to her and tell her, "I can't promise this shit will be easy for me.. but I want to.. try,"

And her saying back, "I don't expect to he easy, Bills.."

It was her accepting him with open arms, and so this is what it would turn into. He was still a very heavy work on progress, but he was proud to say he barely takes a sip of beer anymore, he attempts to keep his cool, and he only smokes the occasional cigarette every 3 weeks. Yeah it's a very slow go, but it's working.. because she believed him. Now he takes everything she says to heart.

And she saw that.

"..You're so lucky I take the pill,"

♡ ♡ ♡

Within two or three hours Isa and Billy managed to get out of bed and get themselves clean, his lovely little latina making her way over to his closet to snoop of a comfortable shirt.

"Jeez, don't you have anything that you can't rip off so easily?" Billy laughed at that one, his footsteps getting closer and closer until he was beside her with on arm around Isa's waist.

"Yeah yeah. You say that, but you love the way I dress.." He fired back, hus sweet girlfriend peeping the genuine smile that played on his pretty lips. It was enough to have her smiling too. Isa continued her looking, Billy quickly taking over by handing her a pear of sweatpants and one of his loose white tees.

"Guess your dressing like me tonight.."

It took her a minute to realize what he was implying, Isa slowly and lightly grapsing the clothes from Billy's palms. Her gaze slightly widened when she understood his words, covering her nude figure in slightly embarrassment.

"You.. want me to stay over?" Isa asked, still not believing him. Billy rolled his eyes, his small smirk on his face when he looked back at her.

"Unless you want me to drive you home at 12:30 in the morning.

After that, Isa quickly put on his clothes, slightly trugfling even though they were so loose. It didn't help that her excitement had her hopping all over the place. Plopping herself on the edge of his bed, Isa began to pull up her hair. She was quick to braid it back, staring in the mirror he had against the wall.

All the while, Billy himself relaxed against his fresh pillow, content in watching his girl get ready for bed. It wasn't long, though, her quick routine over before he knew it. She crawled to him, shuffling herself under the new comforter she helped him put on while she got comfortable.

She's only ever stayed over to help him study. It was only for a few hours too. Never did she stay over at his place. He would either make up some excuse or just flat out say no.

She always wondered why, but whenever she tried to pry, he was standoffish, defensive even. She had suspected it had something to do with his parents, but she wasn't sure. Tonight wasn't the night for that, though. She could ask questions another time.

Tonight was the time to bask in new beginnings, Isabela proudly snuggling up to her exhausted boyfriend. Her hand over his chest while his hand reached over to hold that very hand.

"Sorry I kept you up so late," Isabela soft whispered, her eyes slowly closing a she let the fatigue of the night finally hit her. Billy himself was way ahead of her, pullling her even closer before answering.

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"Shut up, you know I loved every second of it," Her answered without really thinking, due to his exhaustion. Even with that, she knew he meant it, smiling into the pillow harder as they both drifted to sleep, their relationship shifting as night did with the day.

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Thank you so much for reading, if yoy made it all the way through! It was difficult to finish this, and it probably came out a bit rushed but I hope you like it! From now on I'll be giving y'all fics like I do my art, in pieces! Thanks for being patient and thank you for enjoy my content! I can't wait to give you more of these two and the others! Yall have a good day and I'll see you later!♡ ENJOYYY

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DC April 2024 Solicitations - Comics Featuring Damian! 🦇

BATMAN AND ROBIN #8

4/9/24

Written by Joshua Williamson

Art and Cover by Simone Di Meo

Variant Covers: Kael Ngu, Ejikure, Jim Lee, Nikola Čižmešija (1:25)

As Batman finds himself in the clutches of a new cult that worships Man-Bat, Robin continues his own investigation into his High School's connections to Shush! Can the father and son dynamic duo uncover Man-Bat and Shush's master plans before Gotham pays the price?!

WONDER WOMAN #6

4/16/24

Written by Tom King

Art by Daniel Sampere and Belén Ortega

Variant Covers: Julian Totino Tedesco, Pablo Villalobos, Joshua “Sway” Swaby (1:25)

Wonder Woman vs. The Sovereign! After being captured by a team of villains, Diana finds herself at the mercy of the scariest of them all. Unbeknownst to our hero, the Sovereign has been pulling her strings since the very beginning of our tale, and now it's time for her to see the world his way as she falls under the influence of the Lasso of Lies! Plus, Trinity visits the past and unexpectedly changes the future!

NIGHTWING #113/Legacy #300

4/16/2024

Written by Tom Taylor

Art by Various

Variant Covers: Bruno Redondo (original cover+1:25), Dan Mora, Jim Lee (Artist Spotlight), Jamal Campbell, Serg Acuna

Since the 1940's, you've seen him go from acrobat to orphan; from Dick Grayson to Robin; from Robin to Nightwing. You've seen him work alongside the universe's most powerful heroes, against existence's most sinister villains. You have seen Dick Grayson do so many things, but now, in his 300th issue, you will see him.. well, you'll just have to pick up the issue and find out. Join us for this legacy 300 milestone!

*DC’S SPRING BREAKOUT!

*Cover feature - Damian hang gliding in the bg :)

4/30/2024

Written by Meghan Fitzmartin, Cameron Chittok, Joey Esposito, Morgan Hampton, Patrick R. Young, Tom Krajewski, Mike Barr, and more!

Art by Kenya Danino, Vasco Georgiev, Paul Pellietier, Nico Bascuñan, and more!

Cover by John Timms

Variant Covers by Dan Mora

Spring has sprung! Flowers are blooming, bees are buzzing, Harley is breaking King Shark out of Belle Reve prison. all is right in the DCU as both heroes and villains face all sorts of different spring breaks. Breaking out of a coffin? Lex Luthor has that covered. Spring break training? Send in Superman! Breaking out of your shell? Batman and Mr. Freeze explore that possibility through a connection in their shared past. Breaking down a worthy adversary? Katana and her sword of souls might just be able to tackle that. And it wouldn't be a spring break without a Teen Titans beach trip! All these and more in DC's Spring Breakout! -eight breakout stories to put a spring in your step (is there a zit breakout story? You'll have to read to find out!)

TEEN TITANS: STARFIRE

7/2/2024

Written by Kami Garcia

Art by Gabriel Picolo

Kori Anders' summer job at a ritzy Santa Monica beach club is fun, but she doesn't care about keeping up with the current trends, and she's not interested in rushing around to all the parties. She'd rather explore her inexplicable draw to the stars or hang out with her new friend, Victor Stone. Her sister, Kira, on the other hand, is the most popular girl around. With the hottest clothes, an even hotter boyfriend (the Tate Fairweather), and a take-no-prisoners attitude, she's Kori's opposite in every way. Their summer heats up when Tate's uncle asks the girls to participate in an EDS study his pharmaceutical company is running. During treatment, Kori develops some strange powers she never had before...and she might not be the only one. Can Kori persuade her sister to trust her before it's too late? And when a carload of teens with their own powers come looking for her to warn her about a creepy stalker, she'll learn that trust is a two-way street!

#baby bat sighting #damian wayne #guessing the WW backup is still Super Sons related. Trinity tell Damian not to become Batman in the future lol #Damian’s sleeveless Robin outfit looks kinda goofy LOL but it looks like he’s having fun 😭#i’ve been avoiding titles that only feature Damian on cover art especially without confirmation he’s in the actual issue but #some of the covers are really cute and who knows maybe someone might end up liking the comic!!#fun lil note but the writer and artist for the Red Hood webtoon are together again for the Lex story in the Spring anthology!#it’s just nice seeing comic creators have more opportunities to return

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Writing Masterlist

Master list for my writing and request information below

Request Info

Isekai Chronicles: OPEN (see rules)

WON'T write: shy!reader, popular!reader, cheerleader!reader breeding kink, parent!Eddie or parent!reader, pregnancy

WILL write: Eddie Munson x Reader, smut, fluff, angst

***Requests are subject to approval and aren't guaranteed.

Stranger Things (Eddie/Reader)

SERIES

Isekai Chronicles: Through no powers of your own, you end up in Hawkins 1985, in a tv show that you once saw on Netflix.

Wing Man: (AO3) Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington is your best friend, and is constantly striking out. Sick of this, you two make a deal; you’ll wing man for each other. Hooking Steve up with dates is easy, but he finds himself struggling to find you a date. At least, until Dustin starts talking about his new cool friend Eddie. (1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8)

Dress Code: (AO3) It’s too damn hot to be wearing your Hellfire Club shirt, unfortunately the rest of the club disagrees. One Shot. Reader x Eddie if you squint (Part 2)

Upside Down to Inside Out: (AO3) It has been four months since anyone has heard from Eddie 'The Freak' Munson. After the Events of the Upside Down, he skips town, leaving you to reflect on the fallout and how your relationship changed during the battle for Hawkins. (1 2)

C'More, It's Just One Night: (AO3) (Two-Shot) After getting a fake love note in your locker, you ask Eddie to help you mess up some bullies plans.

ONE SHOTS

Clean: (AO3) After the battle in the Upside Down, you and Eddie try and get clean. SMUT

Candygram: (AO3) It's Valentine's Day and you shoot your shot with Eddie by sending him a candygram.

Water Balloons: (AO3) You and Eddie agree that you aren't interested in having kids.

Meet Me At 4:20: (AO3) It’s hard to be the new kid in a small town during senior year, and there’s only one person you actually want to be friends with. So you do the only logical thing, and set up a drug deal.

MISC. HCs

Corroded Coffin Friendship Bracelets Trend HCs

Being in Hellfire Club HCs

HIATUS

Players Wanted Master List: A series of one-shots about various Readers asking to join Hellfire Club (HIATUS)

Plus One: (AO3) (HIATUS) Once upon a time, you made a deal with the school freak that if he ever got famous then he'd invite you to be his plus one at a red carpet event. Now a decade later an invite shows up at your house asking you to be the +1 to Eddie Munson, front man of Corroded Coffin. (1 2 HIATUS)

Sally Face (Sal Fisher/Reader)

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fair and square | max verstappen

pairing: max verstappen x oc (audrey johnson)

you and max are rivals, that means you don’t care about each other... right?

word count: 6.2k warnings/tags: sexism, accident/crash

i know, my first writing on this page is for max but i just have ‘i could fix him’ energy, what can i say?

“A question for Audrey, over the years we have seen and admired the fashion of the wags at Grand Prix weekends, seeing them set trends and grace magazine covers. Heels, dresses and skirts, these women have become a staple for female fans to learn to dress like a lady and to see what femininity really looks like. I was just wondering when we are going to see you partake in this. Your fashion choices have been described as immodest and at times, boyish. When will you begin to set a better example for the female fans of Formula 1?”

As the question continued, my smile dropped. I was sat next to Max Verstappen, in a press conference before the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix, the final race and the decider of the championship, it coming down to him and myself.

I didn’t know how to answer the journalist's question. I opened and closed my mouth a few times, wracking my brain for an answer that my PR representative would like. It hurt, I was held to a different set of rules than my fellow grid-mates and despite showing this year that I was a real contender to be a world champion, I was rarely ever asked about racing.

“This isn’t what I meant when I said the media needed to be more detail-oriented in these press conferences.” I tried with all my might to defuse the tension and I assumed it had worked, a few nervous chuckles echoed through the room. I turned to look at Max for a second, expecting to see him gloating, enjoying the negative attention on me.

We were rivals, we had been ever since I had accidentally taken him off the track when racing in the WSK Euro Series and since then we had both been involved in many on and off-track fights which brought us to now, myself driving for Mercedes and him for Red Bull in 2023.

However, when I surveyed Max’s face, he seemed anything but happy. He was looking straight ahead, his facial expression unreadable and his jaw tensed. I looked forward again, hearing another question.

“Audrey, you have talked about how your dad got you into karting. Did he realise when you were young that you were never going to be a beauty queen and so decided that getting you into a kart with a helmet on your head was the best way to find a partner for you?”

I could no longer hide my disappointment and shock, my mouth falling open as I heard the question. Like last time, I tried to find an answer but nothing came to mind. All I could do in that moment was hang my head in shame. I had always been rather shy and introverted, that being the reason I never went and found Max to apologise after our karting accident back in 2010. I picked at the skin on my fingers, squeezing my eyes shut as my head hung low, trying to block out the knowledge that everyone was watching me, that everyone was waiting to see me break. They had tried all year but hadn’t succeeded until now.

“Alright everyone, that is all for today, we will be on track in 7 hours' time at 5 PM. Thank you.” I had been saved.

Before I could even think about it, my body had taken control, I was out of my seat and speed-walking to the exit door which would lead me through the hospitality area and safely to my driver's room. I just needed to hold my tears until then. I kept my head down, ignoring people as they tried to stop and praise me.

“Hey Audrey, how are you fee-, hey are you okay?” Daniel. Max’s teammate. He was a friend of mine, both of us being from Australia. I knocked straight through him, quickening my speed to get past him and to my driver's room.

“Hey, Max, what happened in that press conference?” I looked up to see Daniel standing in the middle of the hallway, a dumbfounded look on his face.

I sat through that whole press conference with my jaw tensed shut, listening to the stupid and idiotic comments the press were making to Audrey. I was angry and upset.

Audrey and I had always been rivals ever since karting but as we got older and we journeyed to Formula 1 together, I began to realise how similar we were. Both misunderstood and prodigies of the sport we had chosen, talent that was rarely seen. I began to enjoy being around her but I never spoke these words to anyone. I looked forward to our on-track battles, our press conferences, and our snarky remarks to each other and I enjoyed seeing the way she would smile on the podium, her teeth showing as she laughed, the way her blonde hair fell down her shoulders as she was drenched by champagne. In another life, we would have been friends but she hated me, so I settled for getting to stay in her life as a rival.

“The media crossed the fucking line, I cannot believe that. The FIA should have stepped in, she got absolutely attacked in there. Do you know where she went?” I looked at Daniel who was also visibly upset hearing about this.

“Is that the best idea? I know you mean well Max but she probably doesn’t want to see you of all people right now. She didn’t even say anything to me.” He had a point but I knew I needed to sort things out before we raced. I wanted to win fair and square and having her battered by the media like this would not lead to a fair fight.

“I will talk to you later, Daniel.” And with that, I was off. I knew a back entrance that would get me into the Mercedes hospitality through the kitchen, wanting to stay lowkey. Going in through the front door may have raised a few eyebrows, considering who I was and what team area I was about to sneak into. Tugging my team shirt off my head, I threw it against a wall, knowing that it wasn’t the end of the world if I didn't come back for it. With my black t-shirt on instead, I could blend in better.

I had fallen to the ground in my driver’s room, tears falling down my face. I had told my team to leave me alone as they knocked on my door to see if I was ok. I was not. I was broken. I had never faced discrimination like this, all through karting and junior series’ I was treated with respect, and viewed as a competitor and a good one at that. But now I was in the public eye and those who knew less about motorsport were watching and seeing me only as a woman. A woman who wasn’t as tall and thin as Carmen or as courteous and acquiescent as Isa.

A knock was heard on the door as I sniffled, more tears running down my face as I looked up.

“Go away! I want to be alone right now!” Hanging my head again, I stared at my hands on the floor.

The door slid open and I yelled again. “Seriously!? I said to leave me the fuck al-” Standing in front of me was Max Verstappen. His hands fell by his side and he looked down at me, surveying my crumpled body on the carpet and the tears which now stained my shirt.

“What the fuck do you want? Did you come here to gloat? Well, be my guest.” He said nothing, just continued to look down at me, his face as unreadable as before.

“I… I came to see how you were going.” That was all he could whisper out and for a second I nearly opened up to him, his voice sounded so reassuring and calm, but then I remembered that he hated me.

“You win, Max. You win. I can’t do this anymore.” I sat there still on the floor, fiddling with my bracelets, not wanting to look up at Max and have to witness the smile that was most likely crossing his face.

“What do you mean, Audrey?” Max’s tone sounded unsure. I watched as his feet moved closer to me. All I could do was shake my head. I didn’t want to explain it to anyone, let alone my biggest rival.

“Audrey?” His voice was wavering now as he sank down to his knees to sit across from me.

“What Max? I don’t know what to tell you! You win, the media wins, and everyone who doubted a female driver has won. I quit, I am not driving the race, you win the championship.” I looked up, finally processing his face. His mouth hung open and his eyebrows were furrowed together. He was… sad?

“Audrey, you can’t do this! You have to race. This is exactly what they want you to do, to give up. You can’t.”

“This is what you wanted too. You didn’t even defend me. You never have. You hate me and everyone out there does too. So I’m done with Formula 1 and I am quitting. I got here, I proved that I could but it is too much.” I flung my hand out to gesture to him and to the door, articulating that I believed everyone in the paddock hated me.

“I… I don’t hate you, Audrey. I never have. Well maybe as I was pulling my kart from that tyre wall I whispered that phrase but since then I have never hated you. We are rivals, there is a difference.”

He never hated me? Thinking back over this last season, he had never really done anything outwardly hateful to suggest this. Sure he had made snarky comments occasionally and we fought hard on track but over the years, he had mellowed out.

“What is the difference between rivals and enemies then?” I was curious, I didn’t have to worry about my day being ruined anymore than it already had, so I wanted to hear his answer.

“Respect. I have so much respect for you, Audrey. As a driver, as a sportswoman, and as a person. If you were my enemy, I would hate everything you did but I could never. I don’t hate anything you do, not even you beating me. Being rivals means that you push me and I push you. You are my main competition and you have taught me more about myself than any friend or family member ever has. It would be a shame not to get to race you for this championship, it would feel wrong to take it from you without you even trying. So please, please get in that car and make my life so bloody difficult.”

I was taken aback by his words. He was someone who was always so blunt and honest and because of that, I knew that he meant everything he said. I ignored the way that my insides felt twisted and my heart rate increased.

“Ok. Ok, I will race you.” I looked up at him again, softly smiling through the stream of tears that were running down my face. He stood back up, offering his hand to help me off the ground.

“I want to beat you fair and square Johnson, can’t do that if you are sitting in here crying.” The bickering was back but this time Max had a half smirk planted on his face, showing me that he was joking, rather than mocking me.

“The only way you were winning this championship was if I was sitting in this room during the race. You just talked yourself out of winning.” The banter was refreshing and for the first time, I was happy to admit to myself that I was enjoying his company. “Get out of here before anyone spots you in the enemy camp.”

I looked down realising that Max was still holding my hand from when he helped me up. We both realised at the same time, pulling our hands away, trying to avoid eye contact but not missing the way each other’s cheeks had changed to a soft shade of pink.

“I won’t see you beforehand, so good luck with your race.” “You too.” And with that, Max was out of my driver’s room and I was alone again.

I wiped my face and looked in the mirror, I looked a bit of a wreck but I did have time to fix that before the media saw me again. Making my way down the hallway, I knocked on the door.

“Come in, please.” I pushed open the door to be met with Toto sitting at his desk, spreadsheet and graphs spread over it. “Hey” was all I managed to squeak out, slowly walking over to him. As he saw my tears, his eyes softened and he stood up, turning on the pod coffee machine behind him as I took a seat across from him.

“I heard you weren’t going to race,” Toto said, filling two mugs with coffee before offering one to me, and sitting back down.

“I wasn’t. I was upset and I finally broke. It has been so hard all year.” I sighed, readjusting my mug in my hands before taking a sip.

“I understand, you haven’t been treated fairly and I am sorry that it has been happening. I hope you know that everyone here thinks the world of you, myself included.” I nodded, a sad smile on my face. My team really meant the world to me, they supported me immediately and hadn’t stopped since I joined the team.

“Have you been on social media since the press conference?” As Toto asked, my heart dropped. He must have seen my facial expression change and quickly followed up. “Give me a second, James just sent through all of these, I have them on my laptop.” He quickly tapped away trying to find the files that our social media admin had sent him. He turned his laptop and I leaned in, squinting to read the words in front of me.

“Audrey has to be one of the most talented drivers we have seen since Hamilton and what she has achieved in her rookie year at Mercedes has broken records within Formula 1. She deserves and has earnt the respect of everyone in this paddock and the way she was treated by the media today was absolutely unacceptable and I hope they are not allowed back to an F1 event.” - Will Buxton during the Sky Sports Pre-race Show.

“During my years in Formula 1, I worked hard to try to set new standards for inclusivity and diversity within the paddock and I am heartbroken to see the questions that Audrey was subjected to today at the Abu Dhabi pre-race press conference. Audrey, much like Lewis did during his time racing, has faced oppression and hatred from those who do not wish to change their narrow views. The FIA must act to ensure that these people are not welcome at F1 races and that their voices should not be amplified by opportunity. I stand with Audrey and wish her all the best going into this last race. Even if she does not win the Championship today, she has shown that she is a real contender and a racer to watch in the future.” - Sebastian Vettel on Sky Sports Germany.

“Toto and I discussed many drivers to take my place when I left the team at the end of 2022. Audrey was picked because she was more than just racing. Like myself, her human rights work and ability to inspire those who are often under-represented in this sport were the catalysts as to why she was chosen. She has proved that her racing ability is next level as well as her morals and sense of self. Nino Farina is the only person to win an F1 championship in their rookie year and I believe that Audrey has the ability to be the next. I’m cheering you on from the garage, Ace!” - Lewis Hamilton talking to Kravitz.

“I have had the pleasure of getting to know Audrey during this year at Mercedes and have never met someone so determined, kind-hearted and fierce. She is a friend and a teammate and she should be treated like the incredible driver that she is. We cannot allow this treatment of females in Motorsport to continue.” - Mick Schumacher on Sky Sports Germany.

I sat there in awe reading through messages of support and love from my idols, teammates and friends. I looked back up at him, my eyes watering slightly again. “Thank you, Toto. I needed to see that. I want to race.” He nodded. “I knew you would. Go and get ready, I will see you out there soon.

Sitting there on the grid, I looked up ahead to my right, narrowing in on Max sitting in his car being fussed over by his team. I had pushed every single feeling down as I hopped in the car, silencing everything as I had done so many times before. I closed my eyes and quickly asked the universe for a safe race for myself and the other drivers, my friends.

“Ok Audrey, give me some knuckles. Let’s get it!” I reached up my gloved hand to fist-bump my engineer before watching him walk back to the pit wall. I was alone. The odds were against me starting in P2 but anything could happen. I looked back to Max’s car again watching as he reached his arm out below his halo and gave me a thumbs up. I gave him a head nod, watching him return it in his side mirror. The subtle gesture meant the world to me and at the same time, lit the fire within me to win.

C: “Well I think everyone can agree when I say that we are on the edge of our seats, Martin.”

B: “Absolutely, anyone that doubted Audrey is probably feeling rather stupid about now.”

C: “Correct! We saw her overtake Max with ease in lap 10 and oh look she is coming in for tyres. What can you see from down there, Ted?”

K: “Hey Crofty, yes she is coming into pit here now on lap 25 which leads me to believe that Mercedes will be putting her on hards and attempting a one-stop strategy. Here she is and yes they have the hards out. Oh no, gosh this pit stop is long and… they have forgotten a tyre! You can see her staying calm but she cannot be happy about this. She is now heading down the pitlane but that was long. Any chance of an undercut has been lost now I think.”

C: “That is heartbreaking for Audrey who will come out in P8 behind Lando Norris. How did it all go wrong for Mercedes there?”

B: “I suspect there will be some stern words from Toto now who we can see on the broadcast shaking his head. He is staying rather calm all being considered, he clearly has a lot of faith in Audrey’s ability to climb the positions again.”

I had to put that error in its place, I was upset but it didn’t matter now. As Lewis always said to me as he mentored me through my first year, ‘only act on what you can control’ and right now all I could control was my racing. I was able to pass Norris into Turn 6 and 7, moving up to P7. On the next lap, lap 27 I breezed past Alonso, Sainz, Ricciardo and my teammate Russell, fighting hard through the corners and through the closely bunched pack.

I could see Charles and Max up ahead but I was still a good 7 seconds behind them.

“Ok Audrey, you have the pace, you are expected to catch them in 10 laps time. Keep pushing.” “Copy.”

It was like tunnel vision, I laid my eyes on the back of that Ferrari and I went for it, passing Charles earlier than expected on the outside of turn 14. By the time I had made turn 16 and hit the straight, he was already out of DRS range. The next target was Verstappen.

“Ok, gap to Verstappen is 2 seconds.” “Light work.” The comment was a little too cocky and I knew that everyone would hear it on the broadcast but if I didn’t speak it into existence, I was scared that it wouldn’t happen. And we battled till lap 42, changing positions constantly and pushing each other off the track, driving way too close for comfort.

“Keep pushing, Audrey, Verstappen is starting to struggle on these tyres.” “Copy.”

That was the reassurance that I needed, sending it on the outside of turn 12 and overtaking Max. He tried to push and catch me on both turn 13 and 14 but he didn’t have the pace.

“Bloody good work mate! Now keep those tyres in the window and hold him for 16 laps, you have the pace.” “Yes sir!”

I was gaining confidence and with every corner, Max was a tenth further back. Lap 50 rolled around and despite having the lead still, I could see Verstappen and Leclerc fighting one another for P2. I passed through Turn 6 and 7, checking in my mirrors as I was about to enter the second DRS zone. As I looked back to see my competition behind me, I watched as Max and Charles’ tyres touched, gripping together and in turn, rolling Max’s car into the barrier, before it caught on fire.

“Oh my god! Shit”

“Ok Audrey, red flag, red flag, keep the delta positive and return to the pits please.”

“Oh my god, was that Max?”

“Correct Audrey, Max in the wall at turn 7.”

“Is he out of the car?”

“…”

“Is he out of the car, Nick!?”

“Negative”

“Can they contact him? Is he ok?”

“Checking now.”

“Is Max ok?”

“No word yet unfortunately Audrey, remember, delta positive.”

“Oh my god! Fuck! No! I can’t lose him! I need him here! I love him! Please check again.”

“Still nothing, I’m so sorry Audrey.”

My breathing had quickened as I slowly made my way back to the pit lane entry, my hands shaking as I gripped the wheel as tight as I could. All the feelings and emotions I had pushed down at the beginning of the race had been thrust to the surface and I could feel the tears rolling down my face, cooling my flushed cheeks. I pulled up in the pitlane and flipped my visor up, Nick, my race engineer, rushed to my side and unbuckled me, making eye contact as he did, watching the tears fall from my eyes. He helped to pull me from the car and led me into the garage to wait. I stood watching the live feed in shock, seeing Max’s car burn brightly as marshals worked to extinguish the flames. I didn’t notice Toto come and stand next to me but the arm that had wrapped around my shoulder made me look up, he smiled down at me and I noticed he was also doing the same thing to George who was standing there in shock too, having removed his helmet, showing his full facial expressions.

Time stood still but Max was pulled out from under his car after what felt like an hour. I let out a sigh that I had been holding since I watched him flip in my side mirrors. He was stumbling and looked terrible but it meant that he was alive as he was put on a stretcher and placed in the ambulance. I suddenly remembered my radio messages and the fact that they were most likely broadcast live, my heart sinking realising that Max would most likely hear them soon, my fear of rejection taking over.

“We are going racing again.” Nick came over and tapped me on the shoulder. “Really? Are they taking the piss?” I was mad that the FIA wanted us to get straight back out there once the barrier was repaired and the car removed but that was my job and I knew I had to get on with it. “Audrey, if you finish this race, you are the world champion, you can go out there and have only yellow sectors for all I care, finish the race and you win.” He was right but suddenly the pressure made it feel like I was carrying weights on my shoulders.

“Can I be honest with you Nick?” He nodded and he smiled softly. “I am a bit scared to go back out, that is the worst crash I have ever seen, especially in F1.” My flushed cheeks went even darker as I admitted, what I considered to be, weakness. “That is completely normal but I will be right there with you the whole 6 laps. I promise.” “Ok.” With that, I was back in the car getting ready to race again.

The last six laps felt good and my fear left as soon as the green lights went out and we were racing again. I wanted to win still, it was in my nature, after all, holding back Leclerc and George to keep my lead. As I rounded turn 16, I saw the checkered flag ahead and my heart beat so fast that I thought I would be sick. As I crossed, fireworks went off around me.

“Woooooo! Audrey, you are the world champion! Well deserved, Ace!” Nick screamed down my radio. “Thank you, thank you, everyone, you believed in me when no one else would and I hope I have made you as proud of me as I am of all of you. This is for every little girl who got made fun of for liking cars, for every teen girl who had to prove her love for this sport just because of her gender and for every woman who had to climb twice as hard just to match her male peers. I love you all and I will hold this trophy for all of us. Thank you.” I sobbed down the radio as I did my cool-down lap, making sure to drive close to the barrier, waving at all the fans as I went.

“Audrey, this is Toto, I just want to let you know that we never doubted you! I am so sorry we let you down with your pit stop but you recovered like the true champion you are. I will see you very soon and don’t forget your donuts… oh and there is someone here for you too.” I chuckled along at his words, smiling widely at the mention of celebratory donuts. Wait, who was there for me?

“Hey Audrey, sorry for scaring you before. You were right though, you did beat me and it was fair and square. Reckon after this I can take you out to celebrate because I can confirm that I also can’t live without you. Can’t wait to see you on the podium soon. Love you.” Max. I chuckled through happy tears and I got to the start-finish line, revving my engine to spin around as I waved my hand out of the car. Pulling up behind the winner's board felt better than it ever had as I leapt from my seat to stand on my car, waving to the crowd before doing a curtsy and jumping down to hug my team.

“Audrey, I just want to start by saying the biggest of congratulations to you, you have won your first world title and you are the first woman to ever be crowned a world champion in Formula 1. How are you feeling?” Natalie Pinkham had the biggest smile on her face as she talked to me.

“I am over the moon, honestly. It was a crazy race and it was very touch and go there at the start and the pit stop sure didn’t help but I managed to claw my way back. The red flag was terrible and it is awful waiting to watch one of your… friends get out of the car ok but I am so glad that Max is alright.” I blushed mentioning him, knowing that again, everyone heard my messages.

“Speaking of Max, we heard a few radio messages between you two, care to tell us more?” Natalie raised an eyebrow at me and winked.

“No comment.” I winked back.

“I just have to say, Audrey, I am so utterly proud of you. Today, I suspect, is the first of many for you and woman to woman I cannot believe what you have done for this sport. Go and celebrate!” She pulled me in for a big hug, we had always gotten along within the paddock and her support had always meant a lot to me.

I turned around, spotting Max leaning against the pitlane fence, smiling and chatting away to Daniel Ricciardo, a sling holding his arm to his chest and his suit tied around his waist, slightly blackened from the crash.

I had been released from the medical centre with a fractured wrist and first-degree burns, but only under the promise that I was going to the hospital after the podium ceremony. I had sat in the medical centre bed, listening to the driver onboards as they reacted to my crash and the red flag.

“Oh my god! Fuck! No! I can’t lose him! I need him here! I love him! Please check again.”

My head shot up to the TV playing the scenes, hissing at the pain my neck felt under the hasty movement. Had she just said that? It was replayed again and I knew that my ears did not deceive me.

“Sorry, I need to get out of here, I have to go.” “Mr Verstappen, we can’t have you leave without medical clearance.” I sighed, rubbing my face with my hand. “Can I go to the hospital after? Can you order that? I just need to be there for this podium ceremony… please.” I tried to pull off the puppy dog eyes look and it seemed to work. “Ok, we can do that but your team will be required to send you to the hospital this evening for further treatment.

After my wrist was put in a sling and my burns patched, I was headed back down the pitlane with my Brad when I looked at the screen, showing 5 more laps left. “Careful loverboy, you shouldn’t even be up, let alone travelling this fast on foot.” I shot my trainer a look of surprise. “Mate, the whole paddock heard what she said over the radio. How do you feel about it?” I stopped in front of the Red Bull garage and turned to face him, his face full of anticipation for my answer. “I… I think I have known deep down ever since that fearless, fun-loving girl took me off the karting track that no one else would ever compare to her. Brad, I have to do something, I will be back.”

My feet were leading the way, quickly before I could even change my mind. I peeked my head into the Mercedes garage seeing Toto sitting there analysing the last two laps for Audrey and George. As if he realised he was being watched, he looked up, making eye contact with me. He glared for a second before holding a finger up telling me to wait for a second. He talked into his headset and then stood to meet me at the door.

“Max, I am glad to see you are ok. What can I do to help you?” Despite being enemy number one to him, his smile and genuine care for my well-being were calming.

“Um, well, I… I heard her message, I need to tell her how I feel, do you reckon you could help?” He chuckled and nodded. “You weren’t my first pick for her, Verstappen, but I can think of a lot worse. Thank god you aren’t Gasly. Go talk to Greg on the pit wall, he will help you out.” He turned and paced back to his desk, placing his headset on and chatting down the radio to who I assumed was the pit wall.

I rushed over as Audrey was about to be crossing the line, taking the win and her first World Driver’s Championship. I watched as she waved at her team, taking the checkered flag.

“All yours mate.” I was tapped on the shoulder and handed a headset.

In the rush of the podium, I hadn’t had a single chance to find Max but standing up here on the podium, the Australian anthem playing, I could spot him from a mile away. He was next to Ricciardo, of course, and he was smiling and waving up at me. I smiled and gave him a small wave back as the music ended. He and the rest of the grid watched as I laughed and wiped tears and champagne from my face, Charles and George taking great pleasure in drenching me much to my protests. Everyone was happy to see me up there and they were all happy to see and be a part of history being made.

The festivities flew by and the champagne and my dehydrated body were not the best combinations, my tipsy giggles filling every interview and chat up and down the paddock. After a team photo and thanking my team and everyone in it personally, I made my way to my driver’s room for a moment of peace within the chaos. I was introverted and the socialising was wearing me out already. I got changed and sat down on the floor for a second, trying to process everything as tears streamed down my face. I was World Champion and I hadn’t come across a single person who wasn’t happy for me. I had shared champagne with Ted Kravitz, done a shoey with Ricciardo, gotten a hug from Jenson and had even been piggybacked down the paddock by Lewis.

I looked up at my door as a knock pulled me from my thoughts.

“Hey, you are right where I left you.” Max lent against the door smiling softly down at me.

“Hey, how are you feeli- oh my god, what are you wearing?” Looking down, he had on a 2023 World Champion shirt, pastel purple with my racing number on it. “Toto gave me one, I thought you might enjoy it.”

He took a step closer and sat down on the ground with me. I reached my hand up to his face, barely brushing my fingers over the bandages on his neck. “Burns?” He nodded in response.

“I am so glad you got out alright. You scared the daylights out of me, Max. I never want to see anything bad happen to you.” I was leaning in closer to him.

“Is that what you said as you sent me into that tyre wall in WSK?” He chuckled, leaning his cheek against my raised hand.

“You need to let that go, Verstappen,” I smirked at him.

“I am so proud of you, Ace. You really deserved this championship and I know it will play on your brain so I will put it to rest. I was never going to have the pace to catch you again, regardless of the crash or not. You won… fair and square.”

“Thank you, Max, that means a lot from you. Someone did have to dethrone you at some point. I’m the lion now.” I winked at him playfully.

“I know I said I would take you out to celebrate but I may have lied a bit.” My heart sank. “I had to promise to go to the hospital after this in order to sneak out to see you so… any chance you would care to join me for a date to the emergency department?” He was joking but his voice wavered, uncertain of how I would respond.

“It would be my pleasure.” I stood, reaching my hand down for his, helping him to his feet. This time we didn’t let go as we collected our belongings and headed to the pitlane to say our final goodbyes.

As we walked, we stopped occasionally saying goodbye to people or thanking them for their well wishes.

“You know this means I am technically the breadwinner, Verstappen?” I looked over at him as we continued to walk. He ground to a halt, pulling my arm to send me tumbling to this chest, narrowly avoiding his sling.

“Shut up, Johnson.” He leaned in close to me, a cocky smile on his face.

“Just bloody kiss me already.” “Oh, fucking gladly.”

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liaarxse · 10 months

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could u headcannons of what the tr characters would do if y/n did this trend with ken, nahoya, chifuyy, baji, kazutora?

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8131oTm/

(basically y/n walks away from them whenever they get close)

Nah, cuz it's 2am, and I'm cackling like a madman omfg this is amazing

<3 Here you go, anon:

Headcanons

How would TR characters react to you moving away from them

Characters: Ryuguji Ken, Nahoya Kawata, Matsuno Chifuyu, Keisuke Baji, Kazutora Hanemiya

Warnings: none

A/n: I literally have 40 history lessons to revise in 2 days, and I've gotten nowhere

Ryuguji Ken

Not this shit again

Draken is tired of your games

He had to deal with Toman, some punks, MIKEY and now you?

Kill him

Oops already happened

But he did this to himself

A few days ago he "accidentally" ruined one of your favourite dresses with motor oil and only said sorry

So sorry not sorry Dora

"Hey, Y/n? Want a glass of water?"

"Sure."

Perfect timing

He walked towards you to give you the water

You walked away

....

He took 3 steps forward

You took 3 steps backwards

Again

3 steps forward

3 steps backwards

You made 5 full circles around the couch at this point

"Not this shit again"

He went to sit down because man's tired of this

You felt bad and went to him

He turned to you before he sat down

"What?"

"Sorry, c'mere"

He went to hug you

You took a step back

BITCH

LMAOOOOO

Give him a hug pls

You did ofc

Until you could

I'm not sorry

Y'all spent the night just cuddling and talking about how annoying(ly hot) Mikey is

The next morning you did the prank again

He went back to sleep (and never woke up)

Nahoya Kawata

Who made you do this?

You lost your marbles?

LAST PERSON to do this prank on

But you still did

Stupid

Y'all were just chilling at a park

The sun was setting, giving the landscape a pretty peachy-golden tint

It reminded you of your boyfriend who was chasing squirrels behind you

Yeah, you pretended not to know him

He got tired and went to sit next to you

"What'cha starring at, babe?"

"The sun?"

"Ok"

He left to chase a squirrel that he claimed to look like you

Back to not knowing that person

It was getting pretty late, so you gathered y'alls stuff and got up to leave

He was carrying a dead squirrel in his hands

"Babe, look! I caught your doppelganger!"

"Oh, that's nice baby– MOTHER OF GOD–"

You didn't have a choice that fucker started chasing you with it

He lied that he threw it away

He didn't

Half way towards your house he fished it out of his pocket and shoved it in your face

You screamed and took like a fucking backflip backwards

He slowly walked towards you with his iconic grin obv

"Nahoya, no."

"Nahoya, yes."

"I'm gonna break up with you."

"I'll shove this up your ass while you sleep."

Y'all didn't break up ofc

That continued up until like 3 blocks to your house before he threw it inside a house through an opened window

The night at least ended peacefully

You had a nightmare where he did shove it in your ass

Matsuno Chifuyu

Why?

Like why?

Just why?

This happened while you were at a Toman fight

You got a call from Hina that your boyfriend got hurt

So you skiddadled to the place very quickly since you lived like 7 minutes away

It took you 30

When you got there, the fight had already ended

Your boyfriend noticed you and ran with an opened arm since his other was a tad bit injured

You took a step back

🤨

"Hey babe."

"Why did you do that?"

"Did what?"

He took another step towards you

You took a step backwards

He frowned

"Is it because my uniform is blooded? Wait, gimme a sec"

He took his top off

OOOOOHHH LAWDDDD HAVE MERCEYYYYYYYYY

THEM SCRUMPTIOUS ABS

bite bite

Lmao, who were you kidding

Get em tits

And you did baby gorl

Don't do this to him again though

Keisuke Baji

He just got back

And guess what

Another stray kitty was brought home

You lost count of how many Baji Jr. and Y/n Jr. cats you had

You smiled anyway since it's a kitty after all

"Yo bae, can you please fetch me some kitty clothes to dress up Y/n Jr.?

Ah this time it was you turn

You did of course

And when he walked over to you to grab the clothes

You saw something jump

Then again

And it hit you

Flees

You threw the clothes in his face and ran back

"What the hell?"

"Stay back."

"Why?"

He started walking towards you

You screamed

He was confused af still walking towards you

And you were walking back

This continued for like 7 minutes before you entered the kitchen

You grabbed bug spray

And sprayed him with it

He died

Jkjkjk

He was mad though

Ah, it's fine. You took care of it and cuddled with all 61 cats

Then you saw it again

You jumped out of the window

He jumped after you

Lmao you got flees too

Kazutora Hanemiya

This time, there was no specific reason

You were just watching tiktok with him, laying on your chest, trying to sleep

But he couldn't

This was Mikeys fault

"My wheenie needs to take a whee-whee."

"The mental hospital is 10 minutes away."

He got up and went to the bathroom

Then you landed upon the tiktok

Now this, this is perfection

He came back after like, 2 minutes

He crawled back in bed

You got up

"Huh?"

"What?"

He sat on the edge where you stood

You walked away

He walked towards you

"What are you doing?'

"What are YOU doing?"

You barely kept your laugh in when you noticed his face

"This is Mikeys fault isn't it."

"Tora no–"

You did like 6 circles around the room

You got bored with just staying in it and went to the door

He got in front of you and locked it

You stumbled back into the bed

"Baby...~"

HE SAID IT IN HIS HOT DADDY ENGLISH VOICE UGH

Oh-oh guess who's weenie has to take a wee-wee now

Lmao this surely will 'rearrange your guts'

If you know what I mean

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vintagexherry · 7 months

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Treasure for Three Day [7]

Pirate!Miguel x Princess!Reader

//Kissing and honesly nothing else since I'll leave the smut for the next and last chapter.

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Previously

"Spare the catacombs?"

Miguel smiled wider."

But on one condition."

"Or maybe the one with lime colored frills will do princess?" A maid says as she holds up a newly brought dress.

You stared at the dress choices in front of you, assessing each design.

Today's the day you meet your soon-to-be husband, and even if you don't know him that much, you might as well put up a good first impression. Appearance is important at best, you don't know what the man fancies, but extra frills are of today's trends.

"It certainly does give a spring vibe don't it?" You mused.

"Certainly, although it's summer. So maybe the yellow dress with a bonnet will do?" She suggests as she puts down the green dress by the side a lifts a pastel yellow gown and a bonnet with a long ribbon to tie.

You look out the window, and it is incredibly sunny. Maybe wearing a lighter dress and a hat will help.

"Yellow dress it is then."

The maid smiles at your choice.

As you stood up from your bed, the maid helps you undress.

"Say... Have you or the other maids heard anything about the prince?"

If you were gonna meet a complete stranger, you might as well learn bits and pieces about him.

"Hmm...Well your majesty, all we ever heard is gossip and rumors, you never know if there real or not." The maid says as she helps you tighten and tie the corset.

"Well, whatever helps." You wheezed out as she finalized it by tying the end.

"Well, a little birdy told me that the prince was popular with the ladies. But not only that my lady!" She whispered excitedly and you wait for her to continue.

"Some rumours has mentioned of his catacombs filled to the brim with treasure, but the most wanted treasure is a seastone brooch, said to bring good luck during sailing and could even ware off sirens."

Treasure and sailing huh?

Reminds you of someone.

"So a prince famous for treasure and woman, nothing different from what I heard." You chuckle.

Your maid smiles and helps you now onto your dress, the expensive fabric slides smoothly onto your skin and form. Your hand glides across the frills and embroidery.

"Unfortunately, none of the maids know much about the prince's personality or what not."

"Well, that's alright." You smiled as you glanced yourself at your body mirror. The pastel yellow has complemented your skin well, and the puffy skirt made you look elegant.

"You look elegant, my lady. All we need to do is your make up and hair and we can finally put the bonnet."

You happily nodded and sat down infront of the vanity.

Another maid comes in and helps with your makeup while the other one does your hair, and with enough teamwork, you look presentable enough for a walk in the garden.

Just in time, your mentor comes in, with her usual scowl and tight bun.

"I see that your ready. Maids, you're dismissed"

With that, the maids bow to you and leave the room.

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"And remember-"

"Talk lightly, and cover your mouth when laughing. I know I know." You sighed as you interrupted your mentor.

You and your mentor have been going so on and so forth about the meeting of the prince. Mannerisms and etiquettes have to be tackled as if you're six years old all over again.

"...But...Miss, what would I do if the gentleman comes off rude?"

"He won't... Your father assured of that, he did handpicked him himself."

Right now, your mentor and you are just roaming around the halls while she debriefs you about the meeting. But you can't help but feel anxious.

Usually, you would ease yourself by staring out into the ocean thanks to your balcony, but right now, you're not any near your balcony.

"And even if he did, just shout for the gaurds." Your mentor assured you, Her grumpy face lightly softing up.

You nodded as the two of you kept walking, heading to the garden.

Your eyes automatically look out the window and if you see far enough, you could see the shore.

"Lately, you've been staring onto the ocean. Something bothering you?"

"Wha- no miss... Just admiring the view is all." You said as you immediately, hoping she would drop the subject.

Your mentor looked at you for a long minute while you try not to break down under her scrutizining gaze.

"I must say, you've been acting off ever since you came back from a pirate." She paused, waiting for any reaction, when she didn't get any she continued.

"Are you absolutely sure you're still ready to meet the prince?"

"Yes miss."

Your mentor kept looking at you, not seemingly to believe a word you said. Finally she stopped walking and you didn't realize you finally arrive by the garden.

"Right then, here we are. Remember your training, manners, and etiquette. Now go on, he will be waiting at the fountaine."

With that, she adjusted your bonnet a bit and left you to your own.

As you watched her walk away, you took a deep breath and started walking to the rendezvous point.

As you walk, you admire the greenery and flowers, trying to find a way to ease your pumping heart. You decided to lightly fan yourself with a handfan the same colour as yours dress. You weren't sure what that man could be, if he'll even love you or spare you a moment of his time.

Most of these meetings are only for show and never really lead to anything. Some do, but most never last.

While you walk even further, your mind goes to the stories told by Miguel. Cannibals, islands, treasures, rough waters, and so much more. You sometimes maybe often wish you could hear more. The thrilling adventures of someone just seemed more fascinating than seeing it on books or what not.

As you go closer to the fountain, you pass by gaurds stationed in different areas, they bow as you pass by and you greet them with a nod of you head.

Finally, you start to see the fountaine and a man gazing at its flowing water. His build seems to be muscular and fit. at least you know it isn't some lazy scumbag.

He must have heard your footsteps on cobblestones, for he turned around. You couldn't see his face that much due to the hat his wearing.

"Good afternoon, princess." He greets with a bow, and you notice his accent is smooth just like the way he talks.

"Good afternoon to you too, sire." You curtsied.

"I must say, you look dashing today. Must be a waste if we don't walk with it. Shall I lead the way?" He suggested as he offers you a gloved hand.

You hide half of your face behind the fan as you take his extended hand.

You can't help but admit you're glad he started off gentlemanly. Maybe this meeting wouldn't be so bad?

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You don't know how many minutes have passed, but you can say for sure you enjoy his presence. You still can't see his face due to the hat.

The two of you started roaming around and admiring flower if you can.

During the walk, he snatced a blooming rose fresh with morning dew and gave it to you.

"A wonderful flower for a wonderful lady such as yourself." From your view, you could see his small smirk, and you swear your heart fluttered from his actions.

The two of you continued walking, talking here and there and nodding back to gaurds passing by.

"Forgive me. I'm trespassing boundaries here due to the incident you faced, but Im always fascinated to know what other people think of the ocean."

Right now, the two of you were leaning against a stone bridge over a small stream, the trees helped cover the both of you from the sun yet still providing enough wind to cool you both.

You paused at his questions. You could say so many things about the ocean, yet you still know so little about it.

"Don't worry sire your not trespassing anything. For the ocean... Well, I have only been out there for three days yet... Yet there's this feeling of excitement yet safety when I'm around it. Despite the situation I faced, I sometimes find myself looking out my balcony and gazing at its splendour."

The prince seems to take in your words.

"Splendour, huh?" he huffs a small smile.

"I heard many things about the ocean, yet splendour wasn't one of them?"

You gaze up to him. From your view, you can only see the bottom half of his face, yet you're still intrigued by his smile.

"Yes, it is a bit odd, isn't it? Tell me, sire, what have you heard about the ocean?"

"Treacherous, rough and dangerous. But im sure you already knew that?"

You both chuckle at his implication.

"Quite so. The ocean is mysterious in its own way, but I still find myself wanting to know more."

"I see that your a curious soul."

"Curse or blessing, you never know."

"Well...Aside from the ocean, what do you think about pirates?"

You paused. It's weird how the conversation drifted this way but nonetheless you enjoy it.

"Pirates, huh? Well... I have only met this crew for three days, yet their captain is the most interesting person I've met."

"Hm? How so?"

"Well, he's smart and tactical yet immature and confusing to understand."

"Immature and confusing?"

You couldn't hold back a smile at the memory.

"Well, first he likes to drink, a lot perhaps. During our days together, he had mood swings that went up and down. He's a pirate, sure, but not your typical one."

"What else could you say about that man?"

"Treasure hungry, that's for sure. He gladly introduced me to his collections of artefacts and chests and told me the story of each. One was a skeletal jaw of a beast, and another was a goblet he stole from a castle."

He chuckled.

"Stories and treasure, huh? I bet his favourite was that cannibal one."

You smiled "Yea he sure doe-"

You froze

...

"Your majesty? Something the matter?" His head turned to you in concern.

"I-...I never mentioned anything about cannibals... How did you know?"

This time, it was his time to freeze.

You looked at him expectantly waiting for an answer.

Finally he laughed.

"My bad princessa, I guess I slipped." His tone and accent suddenly changed into a carefree one. His hand went to his hat and finally removed it.

Your mouth fell open, and your eyes widened

"Miguel?!"

"In the flesh, hermosa."

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Your feet hits cobblestine as you run.

Your bonnet left forgotten behind, while you lift your dress with one hand and the other gripping Miguel's.

"Hobie, Gaurd the left! Miles the right!"

You duck your head as you hear gunpowedred guns shoot from behind you.

Yet you can't find yourself complaining. You instead find yourself laughing giddily alongside Miguel.

Just after the reveal of Miguel, you found out some of the gaurds were Miguel's crew in disguise. And after that, you're here running in glee.

"Let's get outta here, princessa," He says he stops himself at the end of the garden and carries you out of the fence.

"I can't believe you had to dress in royal garmets just for you to carry me out of here."

"You said it yourself dear, Im a immature and confusing man" He smirked and gave you wink.

After a while, you hear shouting from (official) gaurds.

You and Miguel started running more until the both of you come across a horse tied, and you recognize it's one of the horses from the stables.

You yelp as Miguel grabbed your waist and lifted you up to the horse, and he untied the reins and climbed up next.

"You better hold tight princessa."

You immediately wrapped your arms around him as he made the horse run, heading to the shore.

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"Put up the anchor, untie the sails. Let's go!"

Miguel climbed down the horse and lended you a hand to help you.

During the horse ride, Miguel already discarded his royal blue coat, which left him with a flowy blouse, making him look fresh and handsome.

You both finally arrived at the deck with Hobie and Miles close behind.

As you the ship moves, the crew seemed to smile at your presence.

"Welcome back, princess."

"Finally, you're back!"

"Welcome back to the ship!"

You smile at their greetings, you never felt this happy since forever.

The ship finally starts to distance itself from the shoreline where you see your father looking haggard from running.

Before you could do anything, Miguel suddenly puller you close and smashed his lips into yours, letting everyone on and off the ship to see.

Although you didn't care, for you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer, Until the both of you had to let go for air.

"Just couldn't stay away from you, hermosa." He chuckled at your flushed state.

"Yeah....I notice" You smiled.

You glanced back at the shoreline, seeing your father shouting for you to come back.

This time, though, you're sure you don't want to.

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underscar · 1 year

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LOVESTRUCK FOOL

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro/Female Reader

Summary: Love-struck is being blinded by love. A state of being so enthralled with someone that you can't stop thinking about them; moreover, to the point that they don't know what to do with themselves. Like a kid after going trick-or-treating. A sugar high and so much candy that they have no idea what to do with themselves. Megumi was a lovestruck fool, and you, Satoru's little sister, had struck him. Once accepting his affection for you, Satoru has appeared to turn into more of a pest, striving to ruin his student's chance for your affection at all costs.

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A/N: Is it obvious that I adore megumi?

this is a old oneshot i dug out from my wattpad drafts so it may be familiar to a small percentage. i rewrote, changed, and added A LOT. cause damn did the writing suck. but i liked the concept and was in the mood for some megumi romance and satoru shenanigans. so enjoy!

WORD COUNT // 2,898 words

Love-struck: being blinded or struck by love.

A state of being so enthralled with someone that you can't stop thinking about them; moreover, to the point that they don't know what to do with themselves. Like a kid after going trick-or-treating. A sugar high and so much candy that they have no idea what to do with themselves.

Megumi was a lovestruck fool, and you had struck him.

Megumi has known you for as long as he has known Satoru, so since childhood. You were born with the Gojō clan's inherited technique, Limitless, but not with Six Eyes, so you weren't able to efficiently yield it like your older brother. You were constantly under protection because of your relation with Satoru, with all his notoriety, the fact that you are, in general, a Gojō, and your lack of combat capabilities. Every time you go in public, bodyguards must chaperone you.

Despite not having immense power like your brother, you were still held to a high standard and bore high expectations. Your clan was very strict regarding you since you were the last child left in the household, one of few daughters amongst your siblings, and the youngest child of your parents. They were very strict about who you could be friends with, who you could see, where you went, what you did, and so on. Lucky for Megumi, he fits the criteria for who you openly could be friends with.

It wasn't long ago when it struck hit him. It was sudden and all. Occurred when you had visited Tokyo one weekend to hang out with him for the afternoon, and he recognized he felt something for you as he was escorting you to your chauffeur.

At first, Megumi mistook this feeling for his fondness for you from childhood. He has clear and warm memories of growing up next to you. You were inseparable then, not that you aren't nowadays, but now you were both just too busy to just stay attached 24/7 since you live such a distance away. With him training as a shaman in Tokyo, and you not, you both attended different schools in different cities.

Due to the strictness of your clan and the intense security you maintain, your gatherings are limited to twice a month.

He looks forward to your monthly visits.

Because of how periodically you're allowed to see one another, to satisfy his neediness for the next visit, he always walks you out of the school campus to squeeze in a few more minutes with you. Megumi didn't want to admit it, but he was lonely here without you.

This particular day was a rather foggy day. The sky grew darker and dimmer; moreover, the air got damp. The clouds scattered the sky at sporadic gaits and trends. Shrouding the sunlight in a grey filter and conveying a melancholic sense down below. When Megumi was with you, however, nothing could turn him blue, so you both disregarded those caution signs, too invested in each other's company as he walked you toward the campus parking lot, where your guards were expected you.

As projected, the irregular drips of rain swiftly evolved into a shower of rain following you and Megumi's steps. Megumi's involuntary instinct was to sprint to the parking lot for your ride, rushing the usually languid stroll. He didn't want to, he wanted to spend more time together, but it was the prudent course of action. He didn't want you to get a cold.

You however didn't allow him to make this choice.

Before he could move to direct you to a quicker route to the parking lot, you swiftly captured his warm hand in yours, and in turn, chilled him to the bone. You had placed him into an outbreak of remembrance.

"This is perfect Megumi! Let's hide!" you say. You looked into his eyes and there was nothing but bliss in them. As if the child in you was still behind those eyes. "Like we're kids again!" you added, joyfully. You smiled in the murky rain that clouded the area. The sun within this storm you are.

Megumi would've said normally how foolish and immature that was, but he was voiceless as you lured him away towards your entanglement.

The palm of your hand felt like a glove in his, it fit wonderfully, as it always has. When you were younger, you would always hold his hand. Mostly to drag him along with you to participate in whatever shenanigan you were up to. Just like you were now.

With his hand in yours, he felt something. There was something different about this moment then what Megumi recollected from his childhood, he wanted to squeeze your hand with his, he wanted to kiss your hand, and caress it. This "something" had felt different from the fondness he had for you from childhood. It felt oddly romantic and intimate at the moment.

Megumi was a lovestruck fool

and had fallen in love with you.

That day you stayed a few hours more with you both hiding from your guards who soon went searching for you. Megumi knew was going to get in a lot of trouble for this once you both got caught, which will happen eventually. Regardless, it was difficult for him to say no to you. He could never refuse more time with you.

You were both apprehended when Satoru was summoned to fetch you up instead, and he found you both in a matter of seconds. By then you were exhausted after running around the campus and had fallen asleep behind some sofas in the student's commons area.

What caught Satoru's attention was seeing your head resting on his student's shoulder, who did not move an itch.

That was the day Megumi conceded he had an affinity for you. It was also the day Satoru found out his student had a crush on his sister, and he became a pestering asshole.

There is a lively atmosphere in the coffee shop and the air is filled with the smell of pastries and beans. The early morning sun filtered through the windows into the shop and illuminated Satoru's ghostly-white mane.

In the booth, Megumi sat down in front of his teacher, who had suddenly invited him for breakfast. He initially declined but was coaxed after Satoru rambled for what felt like 30 minutes about how lonely he is and how no one cares about him anymore. Or something along those lines. Megumi simply accepted with a groan to keep the conversation short.

Satoru rested his arms on the wooden tabletop. His palms were entwined. "Megumi," he said, bringing his students' focus away from the coffee he was drinking. "Are you excited to see my sister this weekend?" he asked, before continuing to speak before he could respond. "—you know, every time I visit her, she only asks about you."

Megumi's pine eyes narrowly broaden. Did you really? He restrained himself from moving his palm to cover his face. Well of course you did, your friends, he reasoned. Making his emotions too visible would only catch Satoru's attention if his behavior hasn't already. The man in front of him now having a devoid smile on his face.

He had to behave as if what Satoru was saying didn't matter, or Satoru would never live it down. Rather, he just gapes outside the window next to him, his face flushing.

Satoru continued when he didn't get a response from Megumi. "My baby sister doesn't love me anymore, it's depressing. She doesn't even give me a good morning text anymore!" he whined. He shakes his head in displeasure, flicking his wrist. "It's Megumi this, Megumi that. It's like she's been possessed to only speak of you, Megumi!"

Megumi twitched at the sound of his name being repeated. "So?" Megumi forced out. Satoru was annoying but he wasn't annoying for no reason. He just wanted Satoru to stop talking around the bush, and ultimately admit his central reason for bringing him here this morning.

Satoru fell back into his seat. "You're the same Megumi!" he wept. "You're always asking about her too! No one cares for me anymore!”

Megumi frowned at him as he dropped his head onto the table. Then, with his head on the table, Satoru pretended to weep into his folded arms. The other patrons in the coffee shop are now fixated on the two of them because of this.

Megumi sighs and sips his coffee slowly.

Satoru suddenly stops sobbing and gives his student a smirk while looking up. Megumi only had a hunch as to what this meant; he knew something he shouldn't.

Satoru crossed his legs and sat back in his chair. He then begins by sipping from his frappuccino. "You know Megumi, you've been getting rather close to my sister. As if...you're attracted to her almost,” he surmised.

A look of seriousness suddenly appeared on Satoru's face, but the whipped cream on his lip almost made it hard for Megumi to take him earnestly.

Megumi places his mug on the table and listened.

Satoru kept talking. "I am aware of your little crush on my baby sister. So, tell me, Megumi, do you think you're worthy of being with my sister?" he inquired outright.

Before Megumi had the chance to consider responding, Satoru cut him off. "—I want you to think about that Megumi!" he barks. He pointed a finger at the teen. "Think of it as an assignment from your Sensei."

Megumi simply agrees. Satoru appeared to be babbling nonsense to anyone else, but in fact, he just lightly threatened the boy. But he wouldn't let Satoru stand in the way of him because he was lovestruck by you. This was the start of Satoru's "assignment" and the first time he would use those exact three phrases repeatedly in the future.

Five hours. You're five hours late.

In spite of the fact that today was the day for you and Megumi's monthly hangout, you were nowhere to be seen It wasn't completely uncommon for you to be late, your family put a lot of duties on you, yet you've never been one to be late. Additionally, you would've at least texted him. He's had his phone clutched to his palm for the last five hours waiting for that said text.

This wasn't like you at all. Megumi feared something might have occurred to you at home. So, grudgingly, he leaves his dorms to find your pain-in-the-ass brother to question him on your lateness. It had been a few weeks since his meeting with Satoru at the coffee shop and nothing has really occurred since. Just a little bit of teasing from him in class but other than that he hasn't really done anything.

It didn't take Megumi long to find Satoru in the commons area. He was sitting alone with a rounded cake on the table in front of him, a napkin tucked into his shirt.

Megumi entered the room and made his presence known to the man. "Gojō-sensei, _____ hasn't come today and she hasn't texted me back. Do you know why?" he asked, keeping a distance away.

Satoru nodded. "Ah, right, I forgot to tell you. She broke her phone or something, so she's going to get a new number," he replied, biting right into the rounded cake without bothering to cut it into pieces.

Megumi supposes that makes sense, but that doesn't explain why you didn't show up today. He's too embarrassed to say that he was looking forward to seeing you. But screw it, as soon as he learns how you're doing, he'll put up with it and listen to Satoru's teasing.

"…But why didn't she show up? She was supposed to visit.”

Satoru wipes his face with a napkin before replying. "Actually, I took her out today. You know, for some brother and sister time," he responds nonchalantly, purposely not looking Megumi in the eyes.

Why in the world would Satoru do that? He chose to take you out knowing that this was the only opportunity you had to be with each other. Megumi won't deny it; he was furious. Satoru had the freedom to visit you whenever he pleased, and on the one occasion he did, he chose to take you out on your and Megumi's day. He shoots Satoru a deadly-looking stare, but Satoru fails to react, leaving Megumi with a splitting headache.

He sighs and doesn't even attempt to continue the conversation with the man before turning around and heading back to his dorm.

Satoru doesn't raise his head until Megumi is no longer in view. When he hears a door slam off in the distance, a grin spreads across his face and he starts chuckling to himself.

Satoru thought, leaning his face against his palm, "So Megumi likes you more than I thought." He accesses Megumi's contact on his phone after taking it out. He explains in the message how he persuaded his parents to give you two another day to meet tomorrow with extra time with himself as your escort.

Some people might believe Satoru was being overbearing but he merely wanted to witness Megumi's feelings for you at all times. To poke fun at his developing feelings for you and the frustrating moments when he was unable to see you. Satoru pondered seeing Megumi concerned for your wellbeing.

On the other side of the coin, after reading Satoru's text message, Megumi couldn't help but groan into his pillow. He got played. What was that blindfolded idiot of a teacher doing? Megumi had to know; he isn't sure if he can take the uncertainty any longer. It's already hard as it is to get the confidence to confess to you, but If Satoru keeps being a pestering asshole, he can't attempt to pursue a relationship with you.

The following day, you and Megumi hung out and actually left his campus to engage in some enjoyable activities, just as Satoru had promised. Satoru had come to watch over you two; yet, stayed in the background behind you both, leaving you with some space. It was an enjoyable evening which only led to Megumi feeling more conflicted with his feelings for you, especially with your brother being near.

Satoru sent you off to your chauffeurs with joy at the conclusion of the evening, and you returned home. He and Megumi then returned to the school grounds in silence after watching you drive away into the distance.

With this silence, Megumi spoke up.

"We need to talk, Gojō-sensei."

Satoru stopped, slightly ahead of Megumi. "I'm assuming this talk is about my baby sister, " he guesses. "I'm right, huh?"

"I wanted to confront you. In private," Megumi explained.

Satoru smiles enormously. "Oh really? Are you going to try to kill me for my sister?" he taunts.

"Be serious Gojō," he sighs. He hadn't wanted to say these things in front of you, for obvious reasons; nevertheless, it had to have been expressed. "Why are you so against me…liking ______?" he asked.

The smile left Satoru's face and he turned away. "I'm not."

Why did he interrupt your brief time together before persuading your parents to extend it? Why inform him about how much you like him and then threaten him about liking you in return? He doesn't understand what Satoru's thinking.

Megumi narrows his eyes. "Do you want me to date ______ or not?"

"Uhhhh," Satoru groaned. "I don't know. I haven't decided yet." He shook his head. "No, that's a lie. it's really just that...she's weak, and you'll have to protect her. And I only wonder if you're strong enough to do so."

You are cherished by Satoru. You are the sole member of his family where his love for you is thoroughly pure and not tainted. He doesn't mean to insult you when he calls you weak, but it's accurate nonetheless.

You can't defend yourself against curses, and Satoru would feel more at ease if he knew for sure that Megumi could protect you when he wasn't near.

"Are you strong enough to protect my beloved sister Megumi?"

How does he even answer that question? Megumi desires to say yes because he would do anything for you in his heart. In contrast, he is uncertain in his mind. You attract the attention of special grades, the likes of assassins, and have bounties on your head. You worry about your life and the lives of your family members every day. Is he truly powerful enough to keep you safe from the danger that you face?

"I think I love her, Satoru," he admits. The words were almost painful to say to Satoru. "And I'll protect her to the best of my ability and more. Even if I have to die trying."

Megumi despised how cliché his confession sounded, but he really did mean it. The truth is often sappy. While he cannot promise to protect you with certainty, he can promise to make every effort.

Satoru didn't tease his words, which caught Megumi off guard. He firmly asserts, placing his hand on his student's shoulder while gazing into his azure eyes, "She'd cry if something happened to you,” he said.

He continues, the corner of his lip lifting, "You'll have to get strong enough so that you don't die trying to save her.”

"So think about that Megumi~"

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

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obey me random headcanons

<3 not an anniversary post but when I first started writing on here my first posts were mammon headcanons!!! its only fair after 2 years I include all the brothers

<3 gn!mc x brothers little bit of diavolo and barbatos

<3 sfw, crack, fluff

levi 100% has mutuals that he's met online in other games or chatrooms but he met a group of people playing the same game as him and they all clicked so he got added to their group of friends and now they talk 24/7 and they all go to conventions together ofc they’re doing a group cosplay

when mammon had finally admitted to himself that he had feelings for mc the first thing he did was look up ways to flirt with a human and during his deep dive came across alpha, beta, sigma male videos and now flirts with mc only that way its canon I'm one of the developers

when lucifer, diavolo, and barbatos get together they talk about the good ol days before the devildom changed like bunch of old people

asmo uses aave but not in a correct way more like how white teens on tiktok use it

lucifer has chuckled at those cringy mom wine quotes and his favorite one is “I was normal three kids ago”

the brothers were shook to travel back to the human world during the 21st century the last time they all went it was defiantly during the beginning of civilization

since it’s like kinda canon the devildom takes trends and inspiration from the human world when mc came down they were definitely ahead of the trends

if mc where to ever pick up a side hustle i feel like they could sell old clothes on the devildom version of depop and like imagine mammon is looking on there one day and sees mc selling old clothes 100% mammon buys mc’s clothes why? because he can and loves how they found a way to earn cash responsibly he just overall wants to support them

ok i might make a story out of this headcanon but like imagine it’s pride month and mc is telling lucifer happy pride month and giving him rainbow themed gifts the entire day and he really doesn’t understand until mc takes luci to a pride parade and everything clicks

asmo and y2k aesthetic that’s all i’m gonna say

levi definitely has some favorite human world kpop groups i feel like he’d like the big three (twice, blackpink, red velvet) maybe 4th gen gg

people always say satan had and emo/rebellious phase but belphie 100% got satan into the emo scene which escalated into a rebellious phase, during this era they bonded so much and creating the anti Lucifer league kinda brought back memories

beel definitely played youth fangol or like youth sports in the celestial realm so when he fell to the devildom and started playing fangol here no way he doesn't coach little demons like they all love him and takes them to team dinners and stuff LIKE IMAGINE OMGGGGG

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hi Ked! hope the snakewatching is going well. I've been meaning to ask, because I know you've been writing fanfiction for quite a while: do you ever feel as though community engagement has trended down over the years? and if so, do you have any advice for fighting the feeling that you're wasting your time/energy for a silent audience that just consumes and moves on?

I think it has, but I think it hasn't. But I think our perspective on it has changed, vastly.

The thing is, fandom back in the day was just plain old smaller and more tightly-knit by necessity. Before the net was so big, spaces we could go were limited, mostly fan-controlled, often difficult to find, sometimes clunky to use if you were learning (waving at IRC, hello, I hate you still), and due to all of this were often just... smaller. You could know MOST of the people in a fandom space. You had some degree of genial relationship with readers because you talked to them. Archives outside of ff.net were common, curated spaces with amounts of fic that were relatively consumable in total, as in you could go to a fan-run archive, read every piece of fiction there, and then have to find a new one, which probably had at least some of the same fic on it. Even ff.net, a lot of the fandoms present in the early days it was just like. you had 20 fics, you had 100 fics, whatever the number was, and because the spaces were small and the population online was smaller than now, there just... weren't enough creators to constantly have access to new fic or art. I remember waiting for archives to update their collections because most of them you couldn't just add your work to yourself. And I remember that the best way to encourage that to happen faster was to go and get the creator worked up/excited about their thing again by talking to them about it.

Now, fandom is easily accessible. Now, there are platforms all over the place. If you don't like the section of fandom you're in, it's easy to find another, even within the same platform. Don't like this part of tumblr? Block some people and follow others. Don't like this discord server? leave and join a different one (or make one). Don't like twitter/instagram/tiktok/tumblr/livejournal/wattpad/pillowfort/whatever the fuck other platform? Try a different one!

I am grateful for this sprawl. I'm grateful for fandom being easy for everyone to access, for it being so much easier to find somewhere you can settle and have others who like things you like. I think everyone should have a home.

But that does mean sometimes fandom spreads thin. It does mean that instead of 100 creators, there could be a thousand. There could be two thousand. And instead of one place to find it all, there's a gabillion.

But... the amount of story and art a single human being is physically capable of finding and interacting with (reading, viewing, commenting on etc) hasn't gone up. I can only read at the pace I read at, same for anyone. The fandom I'm in has created AT LEAST 29,000 works in the last 11 months, on one platform (AO3). That's almost 90 fics a day for 11 months. And I know for a fact that not all of the stuff that's been written gets posted there, that's just the stuff I KNOW for SURE has been written since a specific date because I searched a character tag for a character that didn't exist before a certain date.

I don't know about you, but I'm not Readers Georg. I can't engage with every fic in a fandom anymore. I can't even engage with a tenth of the fic in fandom anymore just to purely read it, and by the time I'm done reading one, there's 7 more to take its place.

So, I don't think engagement has trended downward so much as I think it's spread out as fandom spreads out. I think it's more important now than it was before, to try to actively engage with creators, because of this. And I think it's important for creators to try to engage back, too. But I also know it's impossible to go back to how things were, and impossible to make a large fandom behave the way a small fandom did. I also also know that if you ever go into a small fandom, like a rarepair, you will almost certainly see an echo of the past with regards to engagement. I wrote a couple things for small fandoms more recently, and because they have far, far less fic available, they seemed to comment more on what was there. They engaged in community ways, going back and forth in comments instead of just "good job""thanks" the end. they have more time for it. A small enough fandom may go days or weeks without new fic, leaving them time to do those sorts of things, without the fear they're missing out on one of today's 90+ fics.

I can't offer any kind of quick fix, because I don't think it's necessarily broken. But I can say that you should always try to be the change you want to see. When you read something, leave the kind of comment you'd want to get. There's another fic around the corner, yes, but you can't read 90+ fics a day for 11 months straight. And neither can anyone else, and remembering that might put it into perspective.

If you want community, read the OTHER COMMENTS when you read stuff, and engage with the other readers; if anything, THAT is the major missing factor in this day... readers engaging each other over fan creations, rather than just creator-> consumer or consumer-> creator. The most fun i ever had writing on AO3 was when I was writing Siren's Song and readers started talking to each other in the comments about what would happen. A whole little community sprung up around readers talking to each other about what happened after one of my other fics ended. I think that's a missing element that often goes unspoken, and maybe that could help a lot if you feel like the audience is silent. Maybe they are. Maybe they don't know it's okay to talk to each other, too. Go into the audience and make some noise.

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Lake Mead Keeps Dropping

Continuing a 22-year downward trend, water levels in Lake Mead stand at their lowest since April 1937, when the reservoir was still being filled for the first time. As of July 18, 2022, Lake Mead was filled to just 27 percent of capacity.

The largest reservoir in the United States supplies water to millions of people across seven states, tribal lands, and northern Mexico. It now also provides a stark illustration of climate change and a long-term drought that may be the worst in the U.S. West in 12 centuries.

The low water level comes at time when 74 percent of nine Western states face some level of drought; 35 percent of the area is in extreme or exceptional drought. In Colorado, location of the headwaters of the Colorado River, 83 percent of the state is now in drought, and the snowpack from last winter was below average in many places.

The natural-color images above were acquired on July 6, 2000, and July 3, 2022, by Landsat 7 and Landsat 8. The detailed images below also include a view from Landsat 8 on July 8, 2021 (middle). The light-colored fringes along the shorelines in 2021 and 2022 are mineralized areas of the lakeshore that were formerly underwater when the reservoir was filled closer to capacity. The phenomenon is often referred to as a “bathtub ring.”

The lake elevation data below come from the U.S. Bureau of Reclamation (USBR), which manages Lake Mead, Lake Powell, and other portions of the Colorado River watershed. As of July 18, 2022, the water elevation at the Hoover Dam was 1041.30 feet (317.4 meters) above sea level; the water elevation at the end of July 2000 (around the time of the Landsat 7 image above) was 1199.97 feet (341 meters). Lake levels at the dam should stay above 1000 feet to continue operating hydropower turbines at normal levels.

At maximum capacity, Lake Mead would reach an elevation 1,220 feet (372 meters) near the dam and would hold 9.3 trillion gallons (36 trillion liters) of water. The lake last approached full capacity in the summers of 1983 and 1999.

About 10 percent of the water in Lake Mead comes from local precipitation and groundwater each year, with the rest coming from snowmelt in the Rocky Mountains that flows down the Colorado River watershed through Lake Powell, Glen Canyon, and the Grand Canyon. The Colorado River basin is managed by USBR and other agencies to provide electric power and water to roughly 40 million people—most notably the cities of San Diego, Las Vegas, Phoenix, Los Angeles—and 4 to 5 million acres of farmland in the Southwest. The river water is allotted to states (including tribal lands) and Mexico through laws like the 1922 Colorado River Compact.

Above Lake Mead, Lake Powell is currently filled to just 27 percent of capacity, and the entire Colorado river system stands at 35 percent. USBR announced in August 2021 that state water allocations would be cut in 2022; further modeling and negotiation is underway for 2023 allocations. In June 2022, USBR issued an emergency request to the Colorado River basin states to reduce water usage by 2 million to 4 million acre-feet over the next 18 months.

In addition to serving as a major drinking and irrigation source for the Southwest, Lake Mead is a national recreation area that is particularly popular with boaters. According to the National Park Service, five of six boating ramps/launches are now closed. “Declining water levels due to climate change and 20 years of ongoing drought have reshaped the park’s shorelines,” the Park Service said on its website. “As Lake Mead continues to recede, extending launch ramps becomes more difficult and more expensive due to the topography and projected decline in water levels.”

NASA Earth Observatory images by Lauren Dauphin, using Landsat data from the U.S. Geological Survey and and lake elevation data from the Bureau of Reclamation. Story by Michael Carlowicz.

#maps #twittersourced #lake mead #drought

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This might be a somewhat controversial opinion/rant, but as a black queer woman (i really id myself as being more genderqueer, but since i'm afab there are just things about womanhood growing up that has just stuck with me as formative experiences.), I find it really difficult to build community with queer men, even in fandom. I've tried to have friendships with transmen, but so many just feel the need to ramp up misogyny to 1000 to validate themselves as men, and then with gay men, some will say the most out-of-pocket, misogynistic things but because they're not attracted to women, it's somehow okay, I guess. But lately, there's been this trend among queer men of saying and doing misogynistic things but justifying it by stating they're talking about white, cishet women. But the thing is, there's nothing in what they said that can be specifically applied to only white women. It's a target to all women (I refuse to play the oppression olympics of who has it worse). And now I see other queer women in fandom saying the same things to each other. I typically stay in anime/manga and danmei fanbases because that's where a lot of my interests are now, and I don't have to deal with USAian nonsense as much. But now that 7 Seas has unfortunately decided to translate more danmei into English that's changed. A queer male fan of a popular series has been unfollowed en masse by danmei fans for saying wildly misogynistic things about the author. Everyone all week has been scrambling to figure out where this came from. "He only ever said these things about cishet white women," but you guys... he was always talking about us the whole time. Now, I just don't know. Now I see why men aren't generally welcomed in or are common within romance-genre circles. It's just really frustrating to see the same thing over and over again. I'll add on that the only genuinely cool queer men in fandom I've met have come from yuri circles. The ones who try to talk about BL are, from my experiences, generally misogynistic, toxic, and feel as though everything should center around them because they're men and in BL the characters are men, as well. But when other women don't want to form community with them, they scream about 'homophobia' and 'fetishizing gay men.' No, you're just an annoying, awful person to be around, and the queer male yuri fans didn't want to deal with you either. Has anyone else, or you specifically, dealt with this? Is there a way to become friends with more queer men in BL spaces who aren't... like That? Or are there specific things/patterns to look for as far as who to avoid?

God, so much of this sounds so familiar.

I've known a sad number of trans dudes who overcompensate in dickhead ways. A lot of them do calm down a few years into presenting publicly as male, but it's infuriating to see that crap even if it's temporary.

I will say that two of my close circle of offline friends are trans men, including one who came out during the time we've all been friends. The defensive tomfoolery is in no way inevitable. Both of these dudes are nonwhite and have experience in various other geeky and queer spaces beyond BL (gaming, drag queens, etc.). Maybe that broader perspective helped, or maybe they're just nicer and more mature people than a lot of the little jerkfaces I run across online.

TBH, I often have better luck in offline meetups because to show up at all, people have to be a little more comfortable with getting along with others and behaving themselves. It's also sometimes easier to detect the people you want to back away from slowly when you can see how they treat people in person.

One of my neighbors is a cis gay guy. White, able bodied, middle class, yadda yadda. Exactly the demographic you'd expect to be the worst in certain spaces. He and his partner have lots of queer friends, and plenty of them aren't fellow cis gay guys, which is basically my litmus test for non-annoying cis gay guys offline. (Toxic cis gay dude culture is its own kettle of fish with a different set of issues than defensive trans boy culture, but I've encountered it plenty too.)

This neighbor is interested in geikomi and was delighted to find out I'm a fellow nerd and eager for all my nonfiction book recs about queer Japanese stuff. We don't necessarily overlap in our manga tastes, but there's still a lot we do share. When I ramble on about how AFAB queer people and/or bisexuals study history that's presented as cis gay men's history because that's all we have for most historical periods, he's like "Yeah, that makes total sense!" and not "Mine and not yours!"

I think the key here is that this is a dude who is secure in his identity, who's getting both his media and queer community needs met, and who's in his 40s, so he has some god damn perspective and doesn't need to pretend BL is aimed at him.

A lot of the little jerkfaces make me think "Did your preschool teacher not teach you how to share your toys?"

To be honest, there seem to be plenty of dudes hanging around my tumblr. A few cis. Many trans. But they're not going to bring it up incessantly in some defensive "you know I'm not a cootie-having girl, right?" way because who does that?

It comes up when there's a discussion about trans shit or BL as #ownvoices or whatever. (And, in general, any dude worth hanging out with will not think BL as an industry is, or should be, anything of the sort—even if he's expressing his own sense of queerness by writing some.)

On the flipside, I have seen some pretty extreme "no boys allowed" clubhouse nonsense in fandom. It's less common than it was, and past shitty dudes have often been the inspiration, but it can still be a bit much. The nicer class of fandom dude is often pretty hesitant in certain spaces because he's expecting to be met with hostility and is trying to figure out how to participate without tromping all over everyone. (TBH, the guys worrying about this are rarely the problem, but you know how it is.)

I've had dudes send me private messages being like "this thing you said seems kind of stereotypical and anti-man", but in the adult capable of conversation way, not in the tantruming 5-year-old way. And we had a conversation, and they stuck around.

I think having a very clear "It's not #ownvoices, fuck off" stance deters a lot of the more pestilential set. Being equally clear that everyone is welcome and that male yuri fans and female BL fans are pretty equivalent makes the guys worth knowing come out of the woodwork.

In 99% of spaces, I do not give a fuck if some man has his precious feelings hurt by a double standard or default suspicion of men... But fandom is a little unusual because of the demographics and relative power here being so different from in most spaces.

I've definitely seen some people who think women liking BL are fine because we care about characters' personalities, while male fans are all predators or all write f/f that is just fetishy porn or m/m that sounds like Nifty.org and not other fanfic or whatever.

And, yeah, I'll shut down the dumbasses crying in my inbox because I made a joke about Nifty and "coke can dicks" (the kind of guys who have clearly never read m/m that's aimed at dudes outside of fandom spaces), but at the same time, we should extend a little benefit of the doubt to our fellow fandom members of whatever gender. There are usually plenty of men facepalming right along with me at these inexperienced young fools who cannot bear to share.

I think you're just running into the problem that the loud people whose identities you know are often using those identities to browbeat other fans on social media.

There are fewer men in BL spaces than women or nonbinary people, so one will typically end up knowing fewer men.

Honestly, I think you find the reasonable people and get rid of the unreasonable ones in the same way regardless of gender: Gatekeeping bullshit is a red flag. Very Online understandings of oppression are a red flag. Enthusiastic and clueless blanket endorsement of own voices as a concept is a red flag. Lots of talking about "fetishization" or even "appropriation" in a very online way is a massive red flag. Monetizing fanfic or seeing other pro authors as competition instead of peers is another. (Professional jealousy and fear about earning potential are behind a lot of bad behavior.)

A lot of it is down to whether you're willing to make yourself a target by publicly telling annoying people to fuck off.

If others can tell what you stand for, they can figure out if they want to hang out with you. Most people keep their heads down a lot of the time, so it can be hard to even hear of them, let alone know if they're your sort of person.

tl;dr – Be nice to nice men. Tell shitty men to take a hike. Making friends with men is really as simple as that.

There are larger issues here with what kinds of queer spaces exist and whom they prioritize and with toxic understandings of what representation even means and what should be demanded of whose art. But as you say, a lot of women are also promoting toxic-ass understandings of these things.

The bottom line is that we must resist social media clout-driven understandings of justice. The loudest assholes in the room are rarely worth listening to.

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Man's World - Chapter 6 - A Losing Deck of Cards, Please

Pairing: Female!Leclerc reader x Carlos Sainz Jr, Reader x Carlos Sainz

Warnings: slow burn, eventual Smut, enemies to lovers

Rating: Mature

Word Count: ~4k

AN: Ok - this chapter felt a bit more "filler" but it gives us a little more insight into the characters and their interactions did make me laugh. Some classic Peaches-Carlos moments. Plus I threw in some Carlos POV since so many of you have been requesting it! let me know what you think!

Just felt better to start Chapter 7 with Peaches' dinner with the boys vs. ending chapter 6 with it :) Bear with me folks - chapter 7 and 8 have some fun stuff I promise... oh and definitely some Smut coming up! It's about time... am I right?

Almost done writing Chapter 7 - should be out Thursday or Friday at the latest.

Check out the full intro synopsis here!

Bugatti Factory – Georgia POV

After Miami Lily and I were requested back to the factory so we could hop into the Sim. The team had further upgrades on the cars which they wanted to bring to Barcelona. I was excited, the Miami upgrades were incredible and I had no doubt the Barcelona upgrades would help us increase our race pace. But the best part? After a few days in the factory I had a solid 5 days at home in Monaco, just me, Charles and Lily – who had decided to visit before our trip to Barcelona.

No Carlos, no demands, and most importantly – no journalists.

At my last day at the factory I was called in for a ‘social media meeting.’ While Lizzie made it sound like we were be having a general meeting about both Lily and I’s engagements over the next week, based on the guest list, I knew what we would be actually discussing – I was going to get the low down on the Barcelona “fake dating” plan.

When I walked into the brightly lit Bugatti board room, the first thing I saw was a huge projector reflecting a photo of me and Carlos at the Miami grand prix. It was a picture of us in the cool down room – Carlos was shirtless, and I apparently had the biggest smirk on my face that I had personally ever witnessed.

Good fucking grief, I thought to myself. Please tell me this is photoshopped.

Before I could respond, I heard a burst of laughter behind me. Lily and Chris, my athletic trainer, had just walked into the conference room and saw the photo on the screen – a photo of me staring at a shirtless Carlos with a small, sultry smirk on my face.

I was mortified.

“Please take a seat and we’ll get started,” Lizzie said, motioning for me to take a seat. As much as I wanted to take a seat, all I could do was stand and stare at the photo; my face no doubt showing a look of absolute shock. I felt frozen.

“She would, but she can’t stop staring at Carlos with those puppy dog eyes,” Chris said, chuckling at me as I turned to him. I immediate flicked him off and stuck my tongue out. Was it childish? Sure – but I had just been caught staring at Carlos like a teenage girl who had just been asked to the dance by the quarterback… so, I was feeling childish.

I sat in the closest seat next to me, still staring at the photo on the screen. It soon switched to an Instagram post, which featured said shirtless Carlos photo.

Oh good, now I knew everyone was talking about the look. Lucky me.

Lizzie chuckled a bit. “Right, well, needless to say, things are going great in that department. We’ve been monitoring social media and the fans are loving the two of you. Speculation is high. After the race, #Garlos was trending on twitter.” She clapped her hands, clearly incredibly proud of herself. “The helping you out of the car- absolutely priceless. Defending you to the journalist? The cherry on top. Couldn't have asked for a better media interaction."

I scoffed at that. There I was dying of 105 degree heat, but all the social media team could think of was the gold mine that was discovered. Sure, he defended me, something that had taken me by surprise, but I had also stood up for myself. Not that anyone mentioned that in any of those post race debrief articles.

“So since the fans have bought into this so nicely, and since this upcoming race is Carlos’s home race, Coco and I have decided to move up the timeline a tad.”

With that statement, I lifted my eye brows. “How much is a tad?” I asked dryly.

“Next week you and Carlos should be more public in the paddock…” She drifted off, clearly a little worried about what she as going to say next. I motioned for her to continue, unconsciously sitting on the edge of my seat.

“We’re going to have you hold hands throughout the paddock, attend a couple events together,” she said very quickly, probably hoping I wouldn’t hear it all. I pictured her at the paddock directing me around, saying “well I told you back at the office”, in hopes that she could insinuate that I wasn’t listening during the social media meeting.

It didn’t work. I was on high alert.

I sighed, because I knew it was only a matter of time before we were going to have to escalate the relationship. In fan’s minds, a couple that had been dating for about a month held hands.

I nodded. “Fine, I guess that makes sense.” I could see Lizzie’s face lighten up; clearly she was expecting me to fight this, but the relief that washed over her face gave me a little bit of happiness. At least I can make her happy today, I thought to myself. She clapped her hands and headed over to give me a big hug.

“Excellent! Here’s the rest of your itinerary. Oh and just one more thing – we booked two rooms next to each other. It’s his home race and fans will expect you guys to be all lovely dovey – didn’t make sense to have you in separate hotels.”

“Separate rooms, right?” I said strongly – staring directly into Lizzie’s eyes. Like hell was I going to share a room with Carlos Sainz. Didn’t matter if he was the most handsome driver on the grid… or if he smelled the best… or if he had been acutely aware enough to pull me out of the race car before I passed out from heat exhaustion…

My thoughts were cut off by Lizzie who shrilled, “Of course! I know how much your sleep is important to you before a race… which is the story you and Carlos will say if anyone questions why you have separate rooms, got it?”

I nodded – it seemed easy enough.

The rest of the meeting concluded with Lizzie going through a few more Instagram posts that people had taken of us. One was from the Ferrari social media team who had done a cute post on my visit to the Ferrari garage for the orchestrated ‘accidental’ tour Carlos had given me. To be fair to them, it did look cute – Carlos looked like a kid in a candy store, showing me all of the coolest new items that had just arrived.

I enquired to see if any sponsors had seen the posts and if there were any changes to the deals. Lizzie denied it, which made sense. We were going to have to put in a lot more effort if we were going to turn this image around.

Carlos POV – Ferrari Factory

Miami was a great race. I had managed to get onto the podium, and I was starting to feel real confidence in the car. The sooner I got my driving life together and my personal life more private, I was going to be rid of Little Ms. Sassy Leclerc. Although after my help with getting her out of the car, the media and fans had gone wild. I was being hailed Georgia’s Hero – which felt ridiculous, all I did was help a driver out of her car. I was a decent human being, and I didn’t appreciate everyone making hoopla about me doing the basics – did no one expect me to help her?

The moment she had pulled up I knew something was wrong. Georgia had a signature jump out of the car she did when she made the podium of a race. It was, to be fair, pretty cute and when she didn’t jump out this time, I knew something was wrong. I figured she’d be pissed that she lost to her brother – but no way would she neglect to get out of the car to celebrate with Charles.

When I pulled her out of the car, the look of panic on her face was real. I felt like, for the first time, I had seen a glimpse of the real Georgia; she wasn’t the usual composed self. She seemed human, and it was a breath of fresh air for me. I had this weird feeling in my stomach when she looked straight into my eyes – something I was going to definitely ignore.

On the last day of the visit to the factory, Charles and I had been summoned to a communications meeting – which I knew instantly was going to be about Georgia. As I walked into the room, Bella, my communications manager patted me on the back. “Good stuff, Carlos – pulling Georgia out of the car like that, absolute gold. And then defending her at the press conference? Just great,” she said to me.

I brushed her off. “I’m not going to leave any driver in the car. What her team did to her was stupid and dangerous – plus that journalist was an asshole, I’ve been wanting to put him in his place for a while,” was all I could mutter back as a reply.

“Well, regardless, the audience seem to be loving this relationship. Charles, that little live story you did at the bar was gold. Speculation is running high that Charles has set you two up, which is going to lead us into a perfect weekend where we can make the relationship public at your home race this weekend,” Coco chimed in.

Of course they were going to take advantage of my home race. Here when I finally had a chance to win my home race, my communications team were more worried about how Georgia and I were going to interact. The team explained the plan for us to walk through the paddock, hand in hand. There would be the usual garage visit, probably a track walk, etc. etc. etc…

“And who knows, maybe if you get on the podium, she’ll give you a little congratulations kiss,” Coco said with a chuckle. At that comment Charles cleared his throat, clearly unamused by my cousins’ antics.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Charles said dryly.

“Don’t worry mate, no one wants to kiss your sister less than I do,” I said to him, giving him a big pat on the shoulder. I thought he might have taken the joke – but instead he turned to me and looked offended. He didn’t want me to kiss his sister… but he clearly wanted me to want to kiss his sister. Noted.

“You’ll have rooms next to each other this race, so we can easily get footage of you two coming and going from the paddock. We’ll rotate this race – Georgia will drive some and you’ll drive some.”

Clearly my horrified face said it all – because before I could say anything Coco butted in.

“Carlos, you have to share. You being the only one driving makes it look like a one-sided relationship and the fans are going to start commenting that you don’t let her drive anywhere. We’re getting ahead of that.”

I knew he was right, but still, getting in a Bugatti felt like an offense to all human nature.

“Fine – as long as I don’t have to share a room with her, I’ll do it.”

Charles eyes widened, as if he had just thought of the possibility that one day they would probably shove me and his beloved sister into the same room. I chuckled at that. Oh Charles, Ferrari’s little naïve golden boy.

Barcelona – Wednesday – Georgia’s POV

We arrived in Barcelona fairly early and our shuttle from the private plane took us straight to the hotel we were staying at. The hotel was a lovely old building in the center of the historic downtown. As I opened the door to my room, I saw what was probably the largest, most lovely suite I had ever laid my eyes on. Within the room were two bedrooms and a huge living room.

Nice, I thought to myself.

I texted Charles that I had arrived and asked if he wanted to meet up for dinner tonight. Fortunately I had been spared dinner with Carlos this evening since he had some big dinners with potential sponsors and Spanish VIPs. Apparently no one thought we were that ready to be put together at a sponsorship dinner. Fine by me.

Georgia: Dinner tonight?

Twin Bro: Yea, I’ll text Pierre and Danny.

Georgia: Sounds good.

I unpacked my clothing for the race weekend. Again Bugatti had set us up with some pretty fun items for the week – some sun dresses, blue jeans that matched the car, and various tops for the weekend. Several designers had reached out to the team and asked if they could design better polos than the classic men’s one the rest of the paddock wore, to which Isabelle said, “of course.”

If I was going to walk around the paddock holding hands with the devil – at least I was going to do it in style.

I decided to take a shower before I got dressed for the day. We had an afternoon meeting with some VIPs at the hospitality lounge, and going drenched in sweat and smelling like airplane just didn’t seem appropriate if I was trying to convince my VIPs to become sponsors. As I was finishing up my shower I all of a sudden heard a noise coming from the main room. Panic began to fill me. Had someone broken in? A crazy fan? There were some crazy fans in F1 – and not everyone was thrilled that the sport was ‘letting women in’.

Must be Lizzie here to fill me in on some extras for the weekend, I thought to myself. Still, usually she knocks first, I grumbled to myself.

But as I walked out of the shower, wrapped in only towel, ready to chastise Lizzie for not knocking before she came into my room – I saw something much worse – Carlos Sainz. His eyes were slowly raking over me and he smirked. “Well hello to you too. I guess after Miami, its only fair I also see your shirtless, although you definitely need to buy me dinner first,” he said with a wink.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” I screamed, running back into the bathroom. I poked my head out of the door and looked at him, still demanding answer.

“Well according to the front desk, this is my room. So, I think the question is why are you here, showering in my shower?”

“This is my room you idiot.”

“Well, looks like we’re sharing a room then – cause clearly my key works,” he griped back, motioning towards the door with his key – like a buffoon.

“Absolutely not. No way. Not happening. Now turn around so I can run back to my room. And don’t get comfortable, I am sure Lizzie will get this sorted.”

He chuckled, but turned around. The moment he did I dashed to my room, cell phone in hand. I frantically dialed Lizzie’s number, as if she was a radio host and I was a hopeful fan that was going to be caller #9.

“Lizzie, thank god you picked up, there’s been a mistake. Carlos is in my room, claiming we’re sharing a room! I thought you said these rooms were next to each other.”

“Wha-what do you mean he’s in your room?” She seemed as equally confused as I was. “Let me call and get this sorted out.”

I hung up and threw my Bugatti team clothes on. On the other side of the wall I could hear Carlos’ muffled voice – clearly speaking to Coco on his end. After I got dressed I walked out of my room and heard the tail end of their conversation.

“… this is not acceptable, you need to fix this,” I heard Carlos hiss. “It’s bad enough that I have to spend my down time in the paddock with her, I need my space in my hotel room!”

Carlos turned to see me and gave me a weak smile. “Good to see you found some clothes.”

Before I could retort back to him, Lizzie was calling me. “Please tell me you have some good news,” I split out, staring directly at Carlos.

“Unfortunately Georgia, when the Ferrari coordinator called to get the rooms next to each other – the hotel heard two rooms side by side, they booked you a suite with two… and with the grand prix this weekend, the hotel is completely booked.” She trailed off at the end, but the truth was I had stopped listening after unfortunately.

Carlos could tell from my face that the news was bad news, because as I turned to him, he slammed his bag on the sofa and sat down with what only could be described as the world’s largest sigh. Before I could say anything, he was opening his suitcase and unpacking his toiletries.

I was seething. I had one request, and it was broken. Carlos looked at his phone, and his face said it all – he had been told the same thing from Coco.

“Just stay out of my way,” I bit out, rushing back into my room and slamming the door. As soon as I was ready to go I rushed out of the room, not giving Carlos another thought.

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The rest of the afternoon went well. The VIP experience was lovely and Isabelle said we made some good progress with a couple potential sponsors – Luis Vuitton being one of them. The sponsors had asked me various questions about the car, but one sponsor in particular had asked me about Carlos – well congratulated me more like. I did my best not to roll my eyes and pretend barf as Lily stood behind the sponsor, staring at me while giggling like a small child. She was getting way too much enjoyment out of this I determined.

I made sure to complain to Isabelle, Susie and Lizzie about my unfortunate luck with the hotel, but Isabelle made it clear I would not be switched to a different hotel than the rest of the team. ‘At least this means you and Carlos will be on time to the paddock’, she said with what I thought was too much of an attitude considering I was the one who had to endure Carlos Sainz in MY hotel room.

After the strategy meeting I returned back to the hotel to get ready for dinner. Truth be told, I was incredibly excited to have dinner with Charles, Pierre and Danny. It had been so long since the four of us had hung out – and I had a lot to fill them in on. Plus, I had sent Lando a box of Krispy Kreme donuts, which I had conveniently loaded full of vegetables and Greek yoghurt inside, so I was eager to hear about his utter disappointment when opening the box. Lando had gotten a sponsorship from them because of his absolute love of donuts. When we were kids, he’d easily knock back half a dozen in a sitting… and then go back for more.

When I arrived at the front door of my – our – hotel room, I took a big breath. You can do this Georgia, you can survive this weekend, I said to myself. I walked into the living room of our suite and heard the shower running. Perfect, I can make a quick getaway, I thought to myself. I immediately ran to the safety of my suite room and quickly changed into a lovely purple dress. Matched with my light tan heels and my cartier bracelet, I, for the first time in a while, felt relaxed and beautiful. I was going to have dinner with my brother and best friends – for once, all felt right in the world.

Before I could truly reminisce in my moment of relaxation and clarity, I walked out of my room and was, once again, hit with the reality of my situation – a shirtless reality of my situation. There, standing in front of me, was none other than Carlos Sainz, fresh out of the shower, steam still pouring out of the bathroom. His towel was wrapped around his waist, hung real low around his hips – it looked as though it could fall to the floor any moment.

God I wish it would, I immediately thought before I could stop myself. I pushed that thought way down into the pit of my stomach. What is wrong with your Georgia? This is Carlos Sainz – the playboy both your teams have saddled you with because he can’t keep it in his pants.

Unfortunately for me, before I could finish the internal conversation with myself, Carlos had turned to face me. I had been caught staring… again.

“Enjoying the view?” he asked with a wink, staring directly at me.

I immediately snapped out of my internal conversation and turned away, giving him my shoulder and huffing. “Any chance you can put some clothes on? This is a shared area, in case you forgot,” I responded snarkily.

“And deny you the opportunity to get a second peak of your favorite Chili? What kind of man do you think I am?” He teased.

I grimaced. So he had seen that Instagram post that caught me staring at him shirtless in Miami. Great. I mean it was all over the internet, so it was incredibly hopeful of me to think that he hadn’t seen it.

“A man that has probably never been told to put his shirt back on by a woman, but there’s a first time for everything, Carlos, so put it on,” I hissed back.

He chuckled. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his form in the mirror in front of me – he was directly behind me and starting to inch closer. He kept moving towards me and before I could react, I felt his breath on my neck which caused a slight chill to go up my spine.

“If you play your cards right, mi amor, you might be able to see more of me,” he softly whispered into my ear. It was as if my body had forgotten who he was, because I could feel my body start to warm up. Having him this close to me like this, it felt like my nerves were all set on fire. I tried to respond to him, come up with something witty, but at that moment, all I could think about was how close his lips were to my neck – how good his breath felt on my neck.

So, instead, before I embarrassed myself any further, I turned around and headed straight to the door. Before I could stop myself I turned and around and yelled back into the room, “Well consider my cards a losing deck because what I really want is to see less of you – so if you could turn that into making yourself disappear – I’d be delighted!” And with that, I slammed the door and headed to the elevator.

Not my finest comeback – but it would have to do in a pinch… a real pinch.

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Hi charm idk if you’re on break but I just wanted to ask something abt how you started manifesting like idk bc this states stuff is very confusing and I trust your judgment. Did you begin your journey with states ?? And how did you overcome your 3D to occupy the right state especially since you openly talk about your hard circumstances

Hi love ! I’m not on a break right now I’m just not as active haha :)! Also no, I did not use the concept of states back in 2020/2021 when I actually started shifting and manifesting successfully. I wasn’t on tumblr, and tho I knew about Neville Goddard, I can’t lie I did not care. I was trying to manifest and shift without reading tedious essays I didn’t care about. Like I said, I had horrible circumstances so no offense the “having it in imagination” wasn’t going to cut it back then. I use, acknowledge, and like states now.. but of course it’s easier for me now because I’ve already been shifting successfully and manifested my dream life already. It’s easier to fulfill my state when I already know it’s going to work. i can’t say it would have been the same when I started lol

I didn’t join tumblr until the end of 2022/ the beginning of 2023 so I didn’t know the Terminology of states, affirm and persist, etc and I definitely would not have cared back in 2020/2021 when I was beginning my journey Fr. I started manifesting successfully literally using whatever made me happy. I didn’t know techniques, I definitely didn’t care about Neville at the time, and I wanted to shift and manifest more than anything in the world. All I did was write down my desires everyday, visualize 24/7, and affirm to myself in the mirror whenever I wanted.

And before the terminology tyrants come, yes I’m aware I was occupying states. But who cares what I was using if at the time I didn’t know what it was called, or what it was. If you tried to explain to me what states was at the time, I honestly would have told you to eat my ass tbh bc I would not care about that stuff at all. All I knew was repetition and positivity was helping me get my dream life… so I couldn’t have cared less if it was witch craft or satanism 😭 Especially since I was trying to escape my undesired circumstances, again if you told me to fulfill it in my imagination because that’s all that matter, I would have blocked you.

It’s true for me now, yes because I talk about that all the time, but I’m also aware it’s easier for me to say that now that I know it’s real and is 100% worth it. If you’re having trouble manifesting or using states, literally just go back to the basics, and be so consistent. It won’t fail you if you persist.

Also this reminds me, I was actually on amino and we had a similar problem. I hindered my journey dropping what I knew worked for me to try the trend of “shadow work, dieties, and spirit guide work” because that’s what people preached I needed to do. I didn’t care about that stuff at the time but I thought since that was trending it had to work and resonate with me or else I would never succeed. Nothing worked for me until I went back to what I knew was true for me. Which was my original “methods” I already talked about above. No one’s forcing you to understand or like something that doesn’t resonate with you. Just don’t be rude or argue with people who like states lmfao. Even if everyone in the world is talking about states that doesn’t mean you have to follow them.

#law of assumption #manifesation #void state #manifesting #reality shifting #self concept #neville goddard

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𝐓𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐨 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 (𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧)

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Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five

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Being 19 is the perfect age. Not quite young enough to be treated like a child, yet not old enough to accept complete responsibility for your mistakes. It’s the bridge between coming of age, and the gruelling prospect of a life kids are conditioned to navigate as robotic entities.

Not Robert. No, Robert’s 19th was exciting for him. Even more exciting to know he was closing in on his 20s, and then eventually his 30s, 40s, 50s… So much life ahead of him, he could hardly contain the excitement. Well, there was that, and the fact that she would be there to celebrate with him.

Somehow, he had managed to work a conversation in the direction of celebrating his birthday, naturally offering Elena and John to attend. Nothing big, he assured them, just a gathering at the house he had been staying in, along with some old school friends. He wasn’t that thrilled about it being in the centre of Birmingham, but when he learned it was somewhat closer to where Elena’s recently rented flat resided, he could overlook the concrete jungle outside his window everyday. Though, deep down, he longed for the tranquillity of nature; almost as much as he longed to be in Elena’s presence 24/7.

There had been multiple times, since he and John visited Elena at work, that Robert had made sub-par attempts at approaching her. Flirting without it being too blatant, too embarrassing, and too damaging to the dynamic the three of them had formed. If he had an ounce of control, attempts would be next to none. Robert eventually, reluctantly, accepted the fact that Elena had a hold on him, unknowingly making it next to impossible for him to keep his distance.

And there it was: the crux of it. Robert was completely fixed on this feeling. Elena was everything. Elena. Elena, Elena, Elena… Everything he did, he thought of Elena. I wonder what Elena would think of this… I bet Elena would like that… I hope Elena’s having a good day today…

The only moments he found himself void of these thoughts were those in which he could inadvertently tell her how he felt through performing, and actually being with her. Just her presence was enough to temporarily curb the craving for something a little more.

Now, here he was, a can of Carlsberg down by 7pm, as he awaited her arrival with John. Despite it being his birthday celebration, his attention was entirely devoted to the house. Making sure it would be okay enough for Elena. I may live with unkempt idiots, but I promise I’m not one of them, Elena! So many friends surrounded him, unearthed opportunities to lose himself in the joy of being 19. Yet all he cared about… was Elena.

What is she doing to me?

Robert was busying himself with unveiling a brand new Little Richard record his mum had gifted him, savouring the fresh vinyl and the glisten across the grooves the low lighting of his living room provided, when three hearty knocks against the door broke the casual murmur.

On the other side of the door, Elena and John stood patiently. Elena was trying her best not to pick away the black nail polish she’d meticulously applied earlier, wanting to maintain the appearance she’d worked hard on crafting for the evening. She rarely dressed up to go anywhere; a small bit of mascara and a nice shirt was usually the perfect ensemble for a drink or two. However, tonight inspired a nagging need to make a little more of an effort.

Flares were making a bold entry in the world of fashion, and Elena eagerly embraced the trend, revelling in the opportunity to showcase her latest wardrobe addition. Tonight, she had chosen a striking pair of orange velvet flares, their fabric hugging her curves before cascading into a classic flare silhouette past the knee. The vibrant hue added a pop of colour to her ensemble, a welcome departure from the subdued tones of her usual attire.

Selecting a shirt was a breeze for Elena, as she boasted a diverse collection of button-ups in her wardrobe. She had settled on a brown and white short-sleeved button-up adorned with an intricate swirling pattern. Tying the hem at her waist, she effortlessly accentuated the beauty of her trousers while infusing her look with a touch of casual elegance.

Her chocolate eyes sparkled with the smoky allure of meticulously applied eyeshadow, their depth accentuated by subtle artistry. Framing her face, her deep brunette hair had been carefully styled with rags into gentle waves that laid comfortably over her shoulders and down to her chest. To complete her ensemble, she’d slipped into a brown corduroy jacket and matching boots boasting a chunky heel.

“You are such a girl.”

“Shut up, I need to make sure the ‘tache is perfect.”

“Why? Who are you tryna impress?”

“Myself.”

“I’m sure you’ve got a fucking vagina…” Elena mumbled, watching John as he leaned into the door, fixing his moustache in the reflection of the frosted glass panels.

Just then, the door swung open, leaving John face-to-face with Robert, who pulled his head back in a jarring motion when he realised how close he was.

“Bloody hell, I know it’s me birthday, an’ all, but I don’t need ya to kiss me.”

“I was fixing me bloody moustache!” John groaned, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Elena laughed, bringing her hand to her mouth and leaning forward a little. Robert grinned, pushing the door open further to allow the pair in, fixing his gaze on the little brunette and her bright giggling.

“Hi,” he said softly down at her as she passed him, placing a hand on her arm as he leaned down to press a kiss to her cheek. She responded likewise, planting her own gentle peck on his bearded cheek, or at least as close to his cheek as she could reach.

“Happy birthday,” she stepped back to allow him to close the door behind him. As he thanked her, she dug into her pocket and glanced down the hallway to check John had moved into the living room, greeting some of the people he knew.

“What do you want to drink?” Robert asked, seemingly making his own way into the other room. But Elena’s hand shot to his wrist, gently stopping him. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” she looked down at her pocket, scolding her packet of cigarettes that had gotten in the way of what she was trying to retrieve. “Guess who got you something?”

“Oh, God…” he almost whined, crossing his arms, but still smiling giddily. He watched as Elena pulled out a small green box, not much bigger than the pack of Marlboros she yielded.

“I, uh… Sorry it’s not wrapped or anything…” She handed him the box. “I would’ve done that, only it took the stupid shop ages to actually get what I asked for… They only got it in today.”

Robert eyed her curiously, taking the box from her with care. “Y’know you really didn’t have to get me anything, Elena…” he told her as he gently pulled open the lid.

“Shh,” swiftly shushing him, she slipped her hands into her pockets, nervously watching as he unveiled his gift. “I just… hope you like it.” She looked down at her feet, shuffling against the carpet.

Peering up at him, she struggled to hold back a smile as she saw Robert’s mouth practically drop open at the contents of the box. He snapped his head up to her, gobsmacked.

“You didn’t.”

“I did…” she answered with a breathy laugh, the smile finally cracking through her suppression. “D’ya like it?”

“Like it?!” He looked at her like she was speaking a foreign language. “I’m never gonna take this off, luv.”

Moving with the utmost care, Robert lifted a silver Kingman ring from its protective foam, intricately adorned with carvings of archer’s arrows and snakes, all encompassing a large turquoise stone in the centre.

“It’s the, uh, the B–”

“The Black Mountain one!” His eyes lit up further, and his grin only grew wider. The moment, to him, seemed to stretch on beyond the interaction. She’d taken in so much information from the year of knowing her, clearly noting his love for Wales, and traditional jewellery. There was a slight mystical element to the ring, something that spoke of a world untouched by mortals, yet he was somehow worthy enough of wearing such an item.

She believed he was worthy enough of such an item.

“Thank you. Seriously, I love it…” he said earnestly after slipping the ring onto his right hand’s third finger. Not being able to hold himself back any further, he stepped forward and enveloped Elena in a warm hug, arms wrapping securely around her. Heart skipping a beat, he was sure she could hear it banging against his ribcage—feel it in his neck as she rested her chin on his shoulder.

Their embrace enveloped them in a cocoon of warmth, igniting a flicker of something deep within Elena’s soul. As their bodies melded together, a sense of familiarity washed over her, as if she had found a rightful place in the curve of his arms. With her eyes gently closed, she surrendered to the intoxicating sensation of his touch, losing herself in the comfort it brang.

A soft sigh escaped her lips, a whispered melody of contentment as she basked in his warmth. Her thumb brushed against the soft curls at the nape of his neck, a tender caress too gentle to will the rest of her hand to do the same.

For Robert, each moment with her was a fleeting treasure, a delicate balance between cherishing the present and fearing the uncertainty of the future, as much as he eagerly awaited it. He breathed in the scent of her hair, committing it to memory with a silent vow to carry it with him always.

But their sanctuary was shattered by the sudden crash of breaking glass from the living room, jolting them back to reality. With a sigh, Robert reluctantly broke their embrace, his gaze darting towards the source of the disturbance.

Left breathless and bewildered, Elena found herself adrift in a sea of conflicting emotions. A spark ignited within her, a stirring in the depths of her being that left her both exhilarated and unsettled. It was a feeling she couldn’t quite name, yet one that lingered in the recesses of her mind, silently begging to be explored as urgently as it faded with each soft thud of Robert’s departing steps.

Elena’s daze was fleeting. But it didn’t stop her from experiencing a similar jolt every time he looked at her throughout the night. Every time they’d be at opposite ends of the room, engaged in completely different conversations with other people, and they’d lock eyes. It happened then. When a song they knew they both enjoyed started playing through the stereo. It happened then, too. If John did something silly, it would be an instantaneous glance at one another. Yep… there it is again.

And the more alcohol they ingested, the more unavoidable it became.

By the time the party had moved over to the local pub, Robert and Elena became inseparable from one another. Virtually joined at the hip. If either one of them lagged behind, the other would wait for them to join. Even though the streets of Birmingham teemed with lively youths, adorned in vibrant colours, Robert’s attention never wavered. It was all Elena. Everyone else around them faded to a black and white hue, whilst she was doused in full technicolour.

With a watchful eye, he observed the ease in which Elena interacted with his friends—people she’d never met until that night. It didn’t take a genius to notice the charm she possessed, not only as a woman, but as a human all around. Now that she was a few pints and three shots deep into the night, her confidence was more prominent than ever.

Elena had a mischievous glint in her eyes as she clasped a sixpence between her palms, moving her hands around in a circular motion to disorientate her onlookers as they eagerly attempted to keep an eye on where the penny was. Then, with a swift and light-speed motion, she smacked her hands onto the table.

“Right, who wants to go first?” she asked with a smirk.

The row of lads in front of her, all with varying amounts of amber liquid in their pint glasses, drunkenly switched their gazes between each of her hands. Finally, Steve took the plunge, hesitantly pointing to her left hand.

“You sure?” she tested.

“Not really, no,” Steve huffed, taking a gulp from his drink.

“Steve says left… Alan?” she turned her attention to the man next to Steve, raising an inquisitive brow.

“Gunna go with Stevie boy,” he shrugged.

“Alan says left… Interesting…”

“C’mon, don’t mess with us!”

“I’m commenting on your guess, don’t get ya kegs in a twist.”

“The fuck are kegs…?” Alan mumbled as she turned to ask each lad down the line, most of them willing to throw poor Steve under the bus and go with his answer. Somebody to blame if they were wrong, really…

“Bon-Bon!” she chimed, a grin taking over her features as she rocked side to side giddily to the beat of the song playing in tandem with the pub’s lively atmosphere. I’m A Believer by The Monkees… It hit the chorus as John mulled over his decision, and the two of them instantly bopped their heads, laughing as they sang out the small key hook after the words ‘and then I saw her face.’

“Bon, come on, which hand is it under?” she coaxed him out of his musical trance through a giggle. The two of them shared an intense gaze, locking onto each other as though he was trying to read her eyes. He knew her. He could read her eyes. Easily. When sober.

“Ah fuck it, I’ll go with the left one as well.”

“Aw, you don’t want to risk the right hand, eh?” she pouted, tilting her head to the side. “Don’t be so scared of a right hand, boys, it happens to be my strongest,” she addressed the rest of them with a cheeky smile. Robert, positioned beside her throughout this whole game, stiffened as he went to take a drink, hearing her provocative jest. Eyes widening, he stifled a chuckle, rocking back on his heels.

Each of the lads let out a rambunctious “ayyy” in response, some of them clinking their drinks together. Aside from John, who instantly grimaced at his best friend’s implication. And then there was Robert, who simply stayed quiet, somewhat glad that he stood out of her eyeline as she had herself bent over the table.

“Alright, don’t get ahead of y’selves…” she snorted, shaking her head, before finally turning her head to the side, looking over her shoulder up at Robert. “Robert?” He took a step closer, drunk eyes gazing down at her. “Which hand do you want?”

The question was innocent. It was one she’d asked everyone else that stood around the table. But it was the drop in her tone, the delicate cadence. Like it was only the two of them, talking in a booth in the corner of the pub, away from the chaos. After that joke… I’ll take whichever hand you want, Elena.

However, the competitive streak in him wanted to win this little game, no matter how insignificant it may have been, and he, too, leaned forward on the table with one hand, squinting his eyes as he stared into Elena’s. With a gentle sigh, he reached out and placed his index finger on the back of her right hand, letting the light touch linger as he gave his answer.

“I’ll take your right hand…”

With a bright smile, she looked down at her hand, catching a glimpse of the ring she’d gifted him as he pulled his hand away.

“Okay… so Robert chooses the right…” She looked up at everyone. “At least one of ya ain’t afraid to take a risk.”

“Hey, I chose right, too!” Roy defended, swaying forward.

“Okay, you and Robert are the only risk takers here, it seems,” she chuckled. “Right, are we ready, lads?”

“Don’t keep us waiting, luv,” Robert encouraged.

Building the tension, Elena intentionally waited a moment before lifting her hands from the table. She crossed her arms as a majority of the group groaned, all turning to Steve to relay the blame, whilst Roy and Robert let out cheers, clanging their glasses together in celebration.

“I literally hinted at it the whole time,” Elena laughed, picking up her drink and finishing it off. The dramatic reactions from the guys amused her greatly, bouncing on her heels as she put her empty glass back on the table.

“See, some of us are just more vigilant, darlin’,” Robert laughed, before boldly holding his arm out to wrap it around Elena, pulling her into him. He gave her a small squeeze, akin to a side hug, but proceeded to keep her there. She continued to laugh, wrapping her own arm around his waist as they remained in this casual embrace.

She was more than certain she was imagining things in her drunken state when she felt the pressure of Robert’s lips pressing against the side of her head. Yet, she found herself resting her weight into him, closing herself into him as much as possible.

Sober Robert would never have made such an audacious move on Elena. But as she stood there, tucked into his side, temporarily his, he couldn’t restrain himself. Worst case scenario, she hated it, and he could blame the alcohol the day after. But she didn’t. She only held onto him tighter.

However, the feeling wasn’t satiated. Her hair, as perfect as it was, wasn’t enough to satisfy the need to be near her. So, after a brief moment of contemplation, Robert lowered his head to plant a kiss on her cheek.

He wasn’t expecting Elena to move her head at the last minute, his lips landing at the very corner of her mouth.

“Shit, sorry,” he immediately apologised, pulling his head all the way back. “Meant to…” he gestured to his own face. “Cheek…”

The spot blessed with Roberts lips tingled, as if he’d unloaded some of his energy onto her with the swift, accidental, action. Elena looked up at him in slight shock, her eyebrows raised. Thankfully for Robert, she just shook her head and laughed it off.

“You’re alright, it’s fine…” she reassured, letting her own eyes dance around his flushed features. “Do you want another drink?”

Stop talking like that, Elena, I’m on the verge of crossing a boundary here…

Still somewhat embarrassed by his sloppy approach, he nodded. “Yeah…” He placed his empty glass on the table beside Elena’s, reaching for his pocket.

“No, no,” Elena stopped him, grabbing his wrist. “I’ll get it…” Noticing the unconvinced expression on his face, she continued. “It’s your birthday, Robert, I’m buying your drinks tonight.” No shift. With a small huff, she stepped closer to him and clumsily took his face in her hands, his coarse beard scratchy yet heavenly under her palms. “Seriously…” Upon his reluctant nod, she smiled gently. “Another Carlsberg?” she asked in a whisper. He nodded again. “‘Kay…” Dropping her hands, she gave him a small wink as she passed him, heading to the bar.

Robert let out a long exhale, closing his eyes briefly. He ran his hand through his hair, silently begging his heart to slow down. John’s voice calling him over for him to take a look at Alan’s work-induced scar on his hand brought him down just enough to get through the rest of the night. Fuckin’ Elena…

At the bar, Elena tapped her nails idly along the surface, watching as the bartender darted back and forth. She had jammed herself between the hoards of people waiting to be served. Patient. Be patient, Elena. After a while, she found herself getting agitated, and it became clear that her attempts at getting the barman’s attention were all in vain. I’m gonna have to wait here until everyone else pisses off… Ugh…

“Uh, ‘scuse me, mate, this lady’s been waiting here for a while.”

Lifting her head from her hands, she met the most strikingly green eyes she’d ever seen. She looked over at the bartender as he approached her with an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, love, we’re a bit chock-a-block tonight. What can I get for you?”

“Uh,” she glanced to the side. “Two pints of Carlsberg, please.”

As the barman turned to fulfil her order, Elena turned to look at the man next to her. He was sipping on a bottle of Double Diamond, gazing up at the vintage artwork behind the bar. “Um, thanks.”

He turned his head to look down at her mid-swallow, and shot her a charming smile. “No worries. Started to get a bit restless there, didn’t ya?” He nodded down at her feet that had now calmed from the relentless tapping.

“Yeah,” she breathed with a shake of her head. “Guess that’s what you get for being smaller than a man.”

“Yer not from around here, are ya?”

“No, uh, I’m from up North. Just outside of Manchester.”

“Ah, Manchester!” He nodded slowly, his smile growing. There was a silence as he took another sip from his bottle. “So, are you at university or somethin’?”

“No, no, I’ve lived here since I was, like, 4-years-old. Moved down to Redditch, and I’ve recently just got me own flat in the city.”

“Independent woman, then, eh?”

She snorted. “Not much choice for an 18-year-old other than to spend thousands on uni or go to work.”

“And you chose the work option, I assume?”

“You’d be assuming correctly, yeah,” she nodded with a smile. “Me friend owns a pub, so it wasn’t that hard to find a job.” She shrugged, standing upright as the bartender placed her two pints in front of her.

“That’ll be thirty pence then, love.”

Elena went for her pocket, but was stopped swiftly by the mystery man next to her. “Let me.”

“No,” she rejected politely, looking back over at where she had left Robert and the lads. “It’s my treat for my friend’s birthday.”

“Fair enough…” he watched her as she paid for the drinks. “Well,” he turned his body to face her properly. “If you won’t let me buy you a drink or two tonight, perhaps you could give me the honour of buying you one another night?”

Elena simply stared at the man, trying to pick apart his brain and search for any hint of deception. Nobody had ever been so straight with her before… It was alluring. A nice change of pace. What could go wrong? Just say yes.

“Alright,” she accepted with a confident nod. “I don’t see why not.” Biting her lip, she watched as he grabbed one of the pub’s feedback cards along with the pencil next to it, quickly jotting down his number and his name.

“Just call me when you get the time,” he handed it to her, but didn’t let it go until he added, “I’ll hold you to that… Sorry, I never got your name?”

“Elena,” she responded softly, looking down at the card once he’d released it. “I’ll make sure to give you a call.” Another glance down at it. “David Henning.” A shy smirk played upon her lips as she folded the card in half and slipped it into her pocket. “Uh, see you around.”

With that, she grabbed the two cold pints, heading back over to where Robert awaited her presence, once again.

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