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imfinereallyy · 9 months

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Bedside Manner

for @acasualcrossfade request for "the infection has spread"

"Some birdie told me that you have been causing a fuss, Wayne, is that true?"

Wayne huffs from his hospital bed, glasses sliding down his nose. He places the newspaper he was reading on the table beside him. "You tell that Robbie of yours to stop exaggerating. It was only a small request."

Steve raises his eyebrows at his favorite patient (Dustin tells him he isn't supposed to have favorites, but he also used to cry anytime he picked up Max before him when they were younger, so what does he know) and gives him a knowing look. "Robin listens to no man, Wayne, you know this. You're better off sending that message through her wife. Besides, small? She was telling me you refused to have any other nurse help you because I wasn't here last night. Which surprised me since you are always pushing me on about taking a vacation. "

Wayne opens his mouth, but Steve presses on. "And the fact Robin was even in the room means they called a psych consult, so I can only imagine how bad it was."

Wayne grumbles like a little kid being scolded for getting his hands caught in the cookie jar. "Yea, well, it was a bad night, kid."

Steve feels his shoulders sag, he takes off his glasses and rubs a hand down his face before placing them back on. "Sorry, Wayne, I had a bad migraine last night. Nance and Robs wouldn't even let me pass the entrance. Bad news?"

"Kid, don't stress yourself out over me. I'm just your patient, and more so, I am just a cranky old man." Wayne patted Steve's knee as he sat down next to him.

"C'mon, Wayne. You're more than that. I'd like to think seeing you in and out of here the last year has made us friends. Although I gotta say, you're the only friend I have that I'll be glad if I don't get to see again, given the circumstances. So, what's the news?"

"The infection has spread."

Steve takes in a deep breath, he tries not to panic, but any infection in a hospital can be deadly, especially for a cancer patient like Wayne. "Incision site?"

Steve must not be as good at hiding his emotions as he used to be because Wayne jumps to ease his worry. "No, kid, don't worry. The surgery was a success. Just got that hospital fever, the good old bronchitis. But it just means I'm here longer than I have to. It also means my nephew is on edge, and I don't know if I can take a second longer of his hovering."

Steve laughed wetly, thankful for the topic change. "Ah yes, the mysterious nephew of yours that I've never met. The way you talk about him almost tempts me into switching to the day shift, sounds like he might be entertaining. But only almost."

"Always wondered why you were always working the nights, most of the others seem to switch. Not a big fan of the day?"

Steve shakes his head gently, "No, I like the quiet here at night. Like getting to know the patients without having to worry about fixing ten million things. Don't get me wrong, it has its downfalls. Like the doctors can be horrible at night, never tell Dr. Wheeler that or Robbie will kill me, and the food is awful. But there is something special about it here at night. So sorry, your ridiculous nephew isn't enough to tempt me."

Wayne smirked, "What if I told you he was a looker and single?"

Steve blushes slightly. He is used to patients trying to pawn him off to their relatives, it came with being a young male nurse, but typically it didn't phase him. But Steve has become close with Wayne, so hearing him suggest he get together with his nephew has him flustered. "I'm good, Wayne, thanks. Gave up on the dating scene a while ago. Not many people can keep up with a guy who works nights and suffers from severe head trauma."

"Shame, Eddie likes the nights too. I'd reckon yal would get along."

"I'm pretty sure we would need more than that, Wayne."

Wayne smiles fondly at Steve. "You don't need a whole lot to build a connection, son. Me and Linda, god rest her soul, only started dating for our mutual love of mugs. And we may not have had long together, but our love was strong. Besides, there is more yal would have in common than just the night shift."

Steve huffs a laugh, "Oh yea, like what?" The least he can do is humor the man.

"Well, you both care about me deeply."

Steve blushes again, "C'mon, Wayne. I'm your nurse. I'm kinda paid to care."

Wayne won't hear any of it, "No, son, it's more than that. You take your break in here every night. You make sure to record the game at home for me because they only have the news here. And last night, you tried to come in with a migraine, even though we both know I am the only patient you can stand right now."

Steve doesn't know what to say back. Wayne is right, of course. Steve has been spending all of his time with the man, giving him extra care. Steve isn't bad with his other patients, he goes above and beyond most of his coworkers, but there is something special about Wayne.

"You got nothing, kid, you know I'm right. Remind me a lot of my nephew. Before visiting hours ended is when I got the news of having to stay longer. Kid almost threw a fit when they kicked him out. Swore he was gonna break in to stay the night with me. I told him not to worry since you would be there, I brag about you too, ya know. When he found out today you weren't here, that boy threw a fit again. Swear he gets his tantrums from his father. Said he was gonna sneak back in tonight. Make sure I had company. That 'the man' couldn't stop him. That if he ran into you, he was gonna have a word with you."

Steve can't help the snort that shakes his body, "I'd like to see him get passed Hop first."

Wayne starts to chuckle, too, "Eds may have had his fair share of escaping the law, but no man moves as fast as Jim in a security uniform."

Steve is fully laughing now, "I know, right? It's like those pants make him aerodynamic or something. No way your nephew is getting by."

It is almost as if Steve's words summon what happens next. There in the doorway is the most gorgeous man he's ever seen, even though he is bent over and out of breath.

"Eds?" Wayne questions, clearly surprised. Steve has to mask his face and quickly before Wayne catches him ogling his nephew. Steve is finding it difficult, though. The man, Eddie, despite his out-of-breath appearance, is stunning. His long curly hair is thrown up in a bun, showing off the piercings up his ears. His clothes are simple but suiting, ripped jeans and a black band tee. Tattoos cover his entire body, and Steve wants to ask about every single one of them.

The most surprising thing about him isn't that he got by Hop (although he has questions for that later), no the most surprising thing to Steve is that Wayne somehow knew his exact type, which most people assume wrong in that department.

Eddie awakens an old craving inside Steve that he thought he had buried long ago.

"Wayne, you would not believe what I just went to get up here. The story I have for you, oh boy. You're gonna love it. Who knew security guards could move that fast. Anyway, I hope that nurse boy of yours is here tonight because I am ready to—" Eddie stops mid-rant when his eyes land on Steve, a lovely blush blossoming across his pale cheeks.

"I believe what you are trying to say is, what was it, Wayne? Oh yea, 'have a word with me,'" Steve laughs softly.

Eddie sputters, "Wayne!?!" His blushing becomes deeper as the seconds pass by.

Wayne just chuckles as Steve stands. "Don't be mad at your Uncle, I think he was just trying to make me feel better. I am sorry I wasn't here last night for the news. Got my head knocked around too much as a kid—" Steve taps his head with his knuckles, "—so I suffer from migraines sometimes. I really did try to come in, but well—you met Jim. He's pretty fast." Steve worries his lip. Eddie's eyes follow.

"Well, I can't be too mad now, can I?" Eddie swallows nervously before a smirk spreads across his face, switching from shy to confident in two seconds flat. Steve shouldn't be turned on by that. "The pretty face helps too. I'm pretty sure you could convince me to give you my kidney right about now. I'm Eddie, which I know you know by now, and you are...?"

Steve puts his hand out for a shake, "Nurse Harrington. But most people call me Steve."

Eddie grabs his hand gently and brings the back of it to his lips. "Stevie, a pleasure, really." A light kiss is placed on Steve's knuckles. Stevie, he thinks. That's a new one. And he isn't mad about it, at all. In fact, the butterflies in his stomach want him to get Eddie to say it again.

Steve catches Wayne's smug face in the corner of his eye as Steve begins to blush again.

"I'm just gonna—I'll be right back." Steve stutters.

"Leaving so soon?" Eddie says disappointed.

Steve has the sudden urge to fix the frown on his face. "No, no! Just, uh, gonna call Jim and tell him not to send out a search party. That it's okay if you stay. I'll keep an eye on you."

Eddie's face breaks out into a brilliant smile, "Really, Stevie? You gonna keep me around?"

Steve's heart skips a beat, "If I can help it."

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owliellder · 8 months

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The Finer Details

Post DI! Leon Kennedy x f! Painter Reader

MDNI 18+

(Session 1, Session 2, Session 3, Session 4, Session 5, The Reveal)

Description: Leon realizes that retirement is in his best interest now that he's getting older. All of his accomplishments as an agent mean he's truly earned a painting to commemorate..

Warnings: Not Proofread, Age gap! (reader is anywhere between mid-late 20's and Leon is 40), Porn w/ Plot, Use of she/her pronouns, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Alcoholism, mentions of trauma/PTSD/depression, P in V smut (wrap it NEOW), Leon cries during sex 💔

Tags: Older Leon Kennedy, Younger afab!Reader, Leon is SAD but he is your muse, Crying, mentions of Leon masturbating, starts off with Dom! Leon and Sub! Reader, falls into switch territory because that man needs some serious TLC, Praise kink, Hickeys, Handjob, Nipple play, Oral sex (m! and f! receiving), and a heavy dose of Aftercare

Author's Note: This chapter is a tad shorter, my apologies. I almost didn't finish it cause my meds started to make me feel real gross tonight, but I managed! I am determined and powerful and strong 💪

Cross posted on AO3

Session 4: Adding Details

Ever since the last painting session with Leon a few days ago, he's been a lot more lively. He jokes more, laughs more, and flirts a lot more. Specifically with you.

It's only been a couple hours into the next session and he's already called you 'sweetheart' five times. You counted. Hard not to when the man decides to put on the most seductive tone to say it, honestly.

You've begun to reciprocate Leon's flirting since clearly he's not one to hide what he's after.

"Alright Romeo, I need you to stay still and in position for just a few minutes longer. I don't think you want me to accidentally paint you with those goo-goo eyes." Watching his poorly hidden panic made you giggle, his eyes averting to somewhere to the right. "Actually I need you to keep your eyes up here, not over there."

Leon groaned and rolled his eyes before turning them to look back at the spine of the easel, doing his best to hold a lax expression. "You're making this difficult. You have the picture!" He complained, eyebrows raising as he gestured to the stand sitting next to you.

"Yeah but- sit still- you're making the same goofy look in it like you were before." Once he resumed his position, you walked over to him from the easel to get a closer look at his expression, humming softly all the while. Leon was beginning to sweat, mostly due to having to sit still for as long as he had but now partially from your sudden proximity.

After getting a good look, you walked back over to the easel to continue painting, to which he let out a small sigh. He wanted to get to know you more, he should've tried that before you started the actual painting, but better late than never.

The man kept quite for roughly thirty minutes longer while you added smaller details to his face on the canvas, using probably the thinnest paintbrush he's ever seen.

"Is that thing even adding paint to the portrait? Or are you just pretending to get me to sit here longer?" There was that suggestive tone again, and maybe it was your mind playing tricks on you as they began to strain, but you could've swore he did that cheesy eyebrow wiggle at you.

You shook out your arm to give it a good stretch before placing it back where it was. "It's doing something. Don't get your panties in a bunch."

Leon threw his head back with a laugh at your response, causing you to give him a quick glare before huffing out your annoyance. "Alright, clearly you're growing antsy. Let's take a short break." You stood up from the swivel chair and rolled your shoulders back, cleaning off your paintbrush with the solvent sitting next to you in a small mason jar. You had a couple of the windows open due to the fumes of the paint and solvent, so no worries there.

"Thank god..." Leon stood up with a loud and exaggerated groan. He wasn't young anymore, holding even a relaxed position like that was hard work on the body. "Thought I was gonna lose my legs." The dramatics this man possessed was funny, you had to admit.

"It's not that bad and you know it." You set down the paintbrush and turned around to see him mocking you with his hand. "Do I need to circle back to calling you a toddler? Cause I will."

Leon used the hand he was mocking you with to wipe across his eyebrow before letting his arm fall back to his side. "There's no need for extremes." Your lazy eyebrow raise at his response was all he needed to immediately follow up with "Sorry, ma'am."

It didn't sound genuine, but you'll take it. You nodded before walking over to the bathroom, scrubbing the paint from your hands to the best of your abilities. You had to use dish soap since oil paint was hard to wash off, that oily sheen was a pain in the ass when trying to hold a paintbrush.

The painting was really starting to come along. You worked fast while still remaining diligent. Oil paints were difficult to use, needing extreme patience due to how slowly it dried, how easily it could smear, and how hard it was clean off. No matter how nice you wanted to dress for Leon, you had to wear your painting outfit: A designated cheap and oversized outfit you picked out years ago for the sole purpose of taking a beating. You would wipe off your paintbrushes onto it to avoid having to use a paper towels or a rag each time.

Regardless, you were still as cute as ever to Leon. In fact, seeing you care so much about your work to be covered in paint was only making him fall for you more. Oversized clothes looked real good on you, so good that he'd been busy thinking about how you'd look in his clothes, hence that nearly blissed out expression you had to snap him out of earlier.

You both decided to sit over in the living area, Leon splayed out across the soft rug to give his joints a rest. He'd gotten a good look at how the painting was coming along before assuming his spot on the rug.

It was non-stop compliments from him. You could handle compliments, you've heard so many over the years regarding your art, but Leon's compliments were different. Instead of only complimenting the art, he decided to slip in little comments about you directly along side them.

"I went back to the White House over the weekend to look at the other portraits you'd done..." He started, head resting on his arms as they laid behind his head. "Just to get a feel for how mine would look once it's done."

"Is it living up to the standard so far? There's quite a bit more that needs to get done, and then it has to dry." You looked down at him on the rug, massaging your hand so it didn't cramp up more than it already had. "There's no standard for you to live up to, sweetheart. You could draw a stick figure and I'd be blown away."

You laughed at the suggestion, turning your head to look out one of the large windows to try and hide your smile. Wooing a painter was easy, apparently.

"You're just full of little accolades, aren't you, Mr. Kennedy?" You sighed, resting your chin in your hand as your elbow sat on your thigh.

"I can't help it. Being painted by such a pretty girl brings out the worst in me." Never in all your years of being alive had someone worked so hard to flatter you. Every single comment he made included something that had you flustered and struggling to respond.

Leon sat up on his elbows and looked over at you, that smirk as clear as day. He loved the way you could barely handle yourself at his compliments. "What're you thinkin' 'bout over there, angel?"

You let your hand fall into your lap as you looked back at him, giving his smirk a soft smile in return. "I could ask you the same question, calling me all these nicknames and such." It was only fair of you to ask, curiosity getting the better of you.

A little caught off guard, Leon hummed and pursed his lips, eyebrows furrowing slightly as he thought. What was he doing, exactly?

"Well, whaddya think I'm doing?" Yeah, that was good. Instead of answering himself, he'll just drag it out of you. "Well, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you're flirting with me." Your smile turned a bit more mischievous as you leaned towards him.

"Well, you'd be absolutely right, then." He responded with a chuckle, lowering his volume so he could fall right back into a seductive tone. "I got lucky enough to get my own painting. Even luckier to have you be the one painting me."

You gave him a small "mhm" as you nodded your head slowly, your tongue peaking out to wet your bottom lip as you listened to him talk. It took awhile, but eventually you managed a reply. "So... what exactly are you looking to do with all that sweet talk, hm?"

"Take you out on a date." His response was fast and it caught you off guard. Leon was so forward with what he wanted. When it came to the few people you'd dated in the past, you had to practically drag any sort of info from them. Your silence had brought him to sit all the way up now, body facing you as he sat with his legs crossed. "Is it working at all?"

It took a couple more seconds for you to nod, moving your hand to cover your mouth as you giggled. "Yeah, I think it is. Might need to keep it up just in case, though."

"Bummer, now I get to distract you even more while you paint me?" You stood up and placed your hand flat on his face, gently pushing his head back as you walked past him. "I'll paint on you if you distract me."

The session lasted a total of five hours, pausing for a couple breaks in between. You were now thoroughly painted out; hand cramping, eyes straining, and even with the windows open the smell of the paint and the solvent to clean it off the brushes had given you a slight headache. Leon was definitely tired also, given he actually fell asleep in the chair.

You decided to call it a day at that, patting him on the shoulder to wake him. "Time to get up and take your meds, old man." Leon startled awake, sucking in a harsh breath through his nose as he reoriented himself. When did he fall asleep?

You had already walked into the bathroom to wash your hands off, giving him the opportunity to wake up enough to stand. He yawned, walking over to look at how far along you'd gotten.

The painting immediately pulled him from his sleepy state, eyes widening with shock. You said you still had quite a bit left to do and it looked like this? It was like you'd ripped this straight from the 17th century. Leon was in awe. He looked good in this- no, far better than good. You'd captured his likeness better than the photo.

Seeing the man staring at your painting with his jaw dropped after walking out of the bathroom made you smile. "You like it?" You asked quietly while shaking your hands out as you hadn't dried them off all the way.

"No, I love it. You've got magic in those hands of yours, sweetheart." Leon crossed his arms, walking over to stand right in front of you. You clicked your tongue at him before your hand in front of him dismissively. "I wouldn't say it's magic, just years of drawing and painting endlessly until I got to the spot I wanted to be."

Leon closed his eyes and shook his head playfully, chuckling as he did so. "So humble of you." He followed you back over to the easel, watching you cover up the paints you were using with curious eyes. "About that date..."

You cocked an eyebrow, looking up at him through your eyelashes as you continued to carefully cover your paints. "What about it?"

"Just wondering when and where you'd want to go." The man grinned at you lazily, doing his best to disguise how nervous he actually was. "Hmm.." You glanced over at the wall clock you had sitting far above the light switches next to the entrance door, taking note of how late it was. "I'm pretty tired and I'm sure you are too, but how about we order something to eat here?"

Leon seemed surprised by your suggestion, grin widening as he nodded vigorously. "Plus, I am not going out looking like I just got assaulted with a paintball gun."

The two of you decided on something easy; pizza and soda. Leon opted to wear one of your many aprons to avoid getting any grease on his suit which made for an easy joke about him being a house-husband. Even though it was a technically a first date, both of you felt so comfortable with each other already, like you'd known each other for years. It was strange, but in a good way.

Leon was easy to get along with once he opened up. He really was a charming guy, even managing to get you to laugh with those corny ass dad jokes he loved so much. How such a man had gotten away with being single for so long baffled you.

The same went for you. Leon felt like you being single was just a fluke. There was no way someone as talented and gorgeous as you hadn't been swept off your feet yet. It was selfish of him for thinking it, but fuck was he ecstatic about that.

It was about 11pm when the two of you decided to call it a night, the hours spent bonding over random, seemingly meaningless stuff had really loosened both you and Leon up.

"Am I able to come back tomorrow and see you?" Leon asked in such a soft voice, motorcycle helmet in hand as he the other rested up against the doorway leading out of the building. He felt vulnerable for wanting to see you again like this.

"I won't be here tomorrow, need to give my hands a bit of a break." You giggled quietly, holding your palm out in front of him for emphasis. "But I can give you my address if you want to visit. I don't mind."

Those butterflies in his stomach fluttered at your proposal, barely able to nod after feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket once you texted him your address. He tried to act confident, having gone over every scenario possible in his head, yet you'd gone off script and he wasn't quite sure what to do anymore.

Seeing how flustered he'd become, you waved him closer, smiling as he bent over slightly. Leon thought you were gonna whisper something to him, that thought alone had him blushing, but feeling the gentle press of your lips against his had him struggling to breathe. He barely had a chance to react before you pulled away, his lips parted slightly as he stared at you.

You reached up and gently patted his cheek, running your hand along the stubble that had started to grow back. "Let me know when you wanna come over tomorrow, alright? Give me a little time to get dressed. I've looked ratty enough around you."

Leon wanted to protest that statement, you were far from ratty, but you just shushed his stuttering and nudged him out the door, giggling as he stumbled down the steps. He kept turning his head back to look at you every couple steps, feeling like some lovesick teenage boy who couldn't get his feet to work.

He was a little scared to drive home considering how uncoordinated he felt, but he made it back in one piece. Once sat on his bed, all he could think about was you and that damn painting. Leon didn't know what he was expecting when it came to that, honestly, but you seriously outdid yourself in his eyes.

Then you just had to flirt back with him, agree to a little date, and kiss him? Do you even know how hard it was to hide his boner from you?

He really did feel like a teenage boy, a simple kiss having him harder than a rock. Not to mention the drive home was uncomfortable since he had to position himself just right on the seat or else the constant vibration from his motorcycle would seriously cause him to crash.

Leon was weak. He hadn't felt this way in such a long time, but he guessed the newfound attraction came with the subconscious acceptance of his retirement. It's what made sense in his head.

God did he want you, masturbating in the shower to you wasn't enough, he needed you. All he could think about was your soft hands touching him, his hands all over your body, maybe even those pretty eyes of yours looking into his as he loved on you all night long.

The age gap was a bit of a worry to him in the beginning, mostly being insecure about his own age, but that worry was quickly brushed off when you kissed him tonight. You were a big girl. You knew what you wanted.

Leon felt so lucky that you reciprocated. All he'd felt since his retirement was grief, guilt, and pity for himself. Now you had him feeling like he was on top of the world and he couldn't ask for anything more. This little bit of sweetness in his life was so enticing, and of course he was going to follow it for as long as you'd let him.

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sanjifucker42069 · 5 months

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Hit Me? Sanji x Reader

Word count: about 1.2k

Bro….the dodgeball game…sanji is so stupid, pathetic wet cat of a man coded...I wanted to throttle him. I want to hit this man with my 2003 ford prius yoda style. I want to chew on him like a squeaky toy

Warnings: fem!reader, heavy handed teasing, you wanna make sanji cry apparently, VERY SUGGESTIVE, use of the word cock lol, semi-nsfw, no fucking tho…unless? 👀👀👀 sanji might be semi ooc, I am obsessed with the idea of a reader that sanji doesn't have the usual chivalry towards?? Like bless him he'd try, but you're just such a shit.

“Why yeah it'd be my pleasure ma'am, you can hit me wherever you like!”

Oh. Now wasn't that intriguing?

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Sanji sulked on the sidelines, fiddling with a lightly crumpled cigarette. Taking pity on him you sat down next to him. Sanji shot you a lazy grin, one that didn't quite reach his eyes. You smiled back, lightly pushing his shoulder.

“I should be mad at you, you could cost us the match.” You joked. Sanji grumbled, his words unintelligible. He could barely make out that ‘you wouldn't understand’ and ‘that he was weak okay!’

You laughed, eyes turning back to watch the match in front of you. You didn't feel too defeated, you trusted your captain.

“It's okay Ji. I don't think anyone could've gotten out faster than I did! You still did good!”

Sanji turned to you, hearts dancing in his eyes. “And who would dare throw balls at such beauty?! A lovely lady such as yourself shouldn't have even had to partake in such a barbaric display.”

“You saying I can't handle some balls? I happen to be very good at handling them.” You teased. The result was instantaneous, Sanji biting back a perverted laugh, a cute blush on his cheeks.

“Oh angel, really? I didn't expect you to be so saucy.”

There were many things that were undeniably true about you; You were in no way one of the stronger straw hats, you loved a good dirty joke, and you loved nothing more than making your little love cook squirm. If Sanji wanted to pretend all women were angels capable of no wrong, well, who were you to take advantage of that?

You feigned innocence, even cocking your head. “What do you mean? I didn't drop it once.”

Sanji squirmed, avoiding your gaze. You wanted to crack and snort loudly at his cute face. Instead you pursed your lips in thought.

“Love! I…uh-” he cut off when you couldn't hold it in anymore, a raucous laugh escaping you. He watched you slap your knee like it was the funniest thing in the world. He pouted. “(Name) that's not fair.”

“Oh relax, you big baby.” You cooed.

A steady silence resumed between you two, watching the match with bated breath. Things weren't looking so good. As the enemies advanced on Zoro, Chopper, and Luffy, so did you with your own attack.

“So.” You began. Sanji hummed in acknowledgement, eyes focused on the field. You paused. Was this really the time to flirt with the man? Probably not, but you were nothing if not an opportunist. You grinned at him, exaggerating his swooning.

“It'd be my pleasure ma'am, you can hit me wherever you like, hmm?”

‘You were a lady!’ Sanji reminded himself, trying to bite back a growl. You just loved to get under his skin, didn't you? He was flushed in embarrassment. It's not like he wanted to lose the match! It's not his fault he had a weakness for pretty women!

The crowd was aroar, you could hear your crew shouting. Oh. Zoro was out. Sanji began yelling at the swordsman, before he turned his attention back to you.

“So?” Sanji tried to sound unaffected. Your cute giggles reached his ears. Seriously! You were such a little tease, so cute, but so unattainable. You seemed to love riling him up, and he wanted nothing more than to make you his. He wasn't used to women not only reciprocating, but flirting back at a rate that made him dizzy.

Honestly, the both of you needed to stop being cowards and just confess already.

“Who's the ‘saucy’ one now? You're out here parading your little masochist streak.”

“I am not!” He blustered.

“Where were you hoping they'd hit anyway?” You purred out the question. Sanji tried ignoring you, focusing on the match, but he was one man! One currently very weak man.

You pouted. “I was just joking, Ji. Your kinks are your own. I'm not here to shame you for it.”

“It's not a kink!” He argued. You were relishing this. Sanji was always such a gentleman, so giving and dedicated to worshipping women. And yet, you, you were one of the only women you'd ever seen him snap at and lose his cool with, his hot temper getting the better of him.

Taking advantage of this you leant closer, your thighs touching. Sanji snapped out of his anger, eyes darting to where your half naked leg pressed against his long suit trouser-clad one. Too caught up in where you were touching him, he didn't notice how close your lips were to his ear.

“So you wouldn't like it if that pretty Porche lady pelted you with those dodgeballs? Or tied you up? Or manhandled you to make you be a good boy?”

Sanji was sweating, his heart eyes betraying him. Yeah, you knew your chef. You dropped your voice lower, bracing one hand on his chest.

“Forget hitting, what if she stepped on you? Would you like that, Sanji?”

The man in question whined, quiet pants escaped him, his eyes swirling with lust. He let his eyes fall closed, the dodgeball match long forgotten. Bingo! You felt yourself grow wet. Yes, you were a bad guy! It's just so easy to rile him up. Besides, Sanji would never spare you a passing glance, clear that you annoyed him. So what was the harm in airing out your frustrations like this?

“Love.” He gulped, shuffling around to change how he sat. You grinned at him wickedly. His reactions were so cute, you definitely overstepped the line.

“You didn't answer the question, cook. What if she stepped on your cock, hmm? Only lightly, of course, wouldn't wanna damage the goods.”

Sanji made a noise halfway between a groan and a choking sound, his hand darting up to grab the one you had pressed against his chest. You startled. You could see it in his eyes, the disgust, that unmistakable look of discomfort. Of course he wouldn't want to discuss this kind of stuff with you! You were one of the guys!

“Shit.” You withdrew your hand, not noticing how Sanji's tried to grab you. You'd definitely overstepped the line! “I'm so sorry Sanji, that was completely uncalled for.”

“Love.” He rasped. You were flustered, trying desperately not to stare at him.

The crowd was aroar, people around you jumping and shouting. You looked for a way out.

Wait? What the fuck?

A brown ball of fluff was lying crumpled on the court lines.

“Chopper! Oh shit!” You yelled, hurriedly getting to your feet. “Sanji I'm so sorry, I- you can yell at me about this later, I promise.”

Sanji watched you speed off, hurriedly running to their youngest member. He sighed out a breath he didn't realise he was holding. You were going to be the death of him! You'd made him so hard, so quick, and then, like a true tease dashed off before he could properly engage anything. When would you realise that it was you he wanted to treat him like that?

Later?

Yeah. Yeah he could yell about it later.

Right now, he needed a fucking smoke and a cold shower.

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Looks like lingerie part 3 is coming i promise ;-; I'm just having trouble writing it ;-; here's a little drabble instead I do have SOOOOO many drabbles I've worked on in the mean time though?

#one piece x reader #sanji x reader #black leg sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader

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sakumz · 7 months

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「 yanagi x fem reader 」

a/n : I wanna rant lol

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" please be the romeo, yanagi. shu sustained an injury the other day so he's the narrator with me. we need you! " ishikawa clasps his hands together as yanagi smiles and agrees.

you, juliet is feeling nervous as the clock ticks. any minute now and it's showtime! where's your romeo? is he ready? all this thoughts running in your head that you fail to notice yanagi standing behind you. you let out an internal scream when you saw him, standing behind you. he just wants to wish you goodluck.

" h-have you memorised your parts, yanagin? " you ask but before he could reply, you heard the narrators, shu and ishikawa call out your name. that's your que to stand on stage and act your role.

" oh... why do our families fight with such hatred? I'm sure that if given the chance, they'd join hands and work together just like we have. if they could just understand half of how I feel about you, romeo... I'm sure- "

" AH-CHOO! "

" what was that noise? " ishikawa whispers to shu as the mics picks it up, making the audience laugh.

" what's this, a horror show? " someone from the seats say.

" that was pretty loud, " another say.

" man! was you, miyamura?! " shu shouts, making him peek from the curtains to shake his head, no.

" how embarrassing, " you whisper.

" crap, I forgot my lines. hey.. um what's next? " hearing you said that, made the audience burst into laughters.

" guess it wasn't horror but comedy? " someone say.

" hey juliet, that was an important line! " yanagi finally, steps onto stage.

" I can't help it, you sneezed and everything disappeared from my head! " you scolded him.

hearing your words, the audience laughed a little too hard for comfort.

" hey! they like it, next scene you two! " shu encourages.

onto the next scene, you're standing on what's supposed to be the balcony. yanagi standing somewhere below and next to him is the servant, miyamura dressed in a wig and maiden clothes.

" the capulets want your life, " miyamura says.

" no matter how dangerous it is, I need to go to her, " yanagi replies. " she's waiting at that balcony! "

" don't stop romeo, but this is when this servant shows her determination! " ishikawa announced.

" the truth is, she's in love with romeo! when she thinks this is their farewell, she gets ready to tell him how she feels, " shu follows.

" I don't remember this, being in the script? " miyamura whispers as yanagi sighs.

" well, just say whatever comes to your mind. I'm sure hori-san will deal with the two later, " yanagi comforts miyamura with a pat to his shoulder.

" um... romeo-sama, I've always loved you... crap, hori-san! I love you most! I cant do this anymore, " he runs away from the stage.

the audience burst into laughter once more. suddenly, a random hooded lady appeared on stage.

" oh a mysterious woman appears! " shu says.

" just who is she? " ishikawa respond.

" um, I am Josephine! romeo's true love! " remi says as she pulls down her hood. the crowd gasps and whispers, was romeo a player?

" this... you can't be my lover, you're my sister! " yanagi quickly thinks of a line.

" that doesn't matter if we're in love, " she replies.

" our family will be in bloodbath if they knew. besides, I'm sure the president loves you more than I do! go back to him. " yanagi fake cries, making the audience sympathise with him.

" he loves juliet! " the crowd cheers.

" I- you're right, onii-sama. " she runs off stage.

" you think, I'll let you have juliet that easy? I'm her older brother, Friedrich! " hori appears and charged him with her sword. he quickly ducks and run forward towards you.

" when I asked about you, you're a despicable man who cheats and make women cry, " hori says.

" you misunderstood the situation and exaggerated it! " yanagi replies.

" you want my juliet? fight me! " she charges at him as he runs around the stage.

" m-miyamura! take her, please! "

" even he can't save you! "

yanagi finally runs down the stage as she runs after him. yoshikawa and hori's father was next to them when yanagi ran up the audience.

" please catch her! " he begs as yoshikawa grabs her by the arm and her father takes the other arm.

" kyouko, why do you have to bully poor romeo? " kyousuke says out loud, making the audience around him laugh as hori freezes.

" now that they've finally caught juliets brother, what's next to come? " shu says.

" i-im coming, juliet! " yanagi shouts as he bolts towards you, climb the ladder to grab your hands at the balcony.

" o romeo, romeo! wherefore art thou, romeo? deny thy father and refuse thy name ; or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a capulet. " you read your lines.

" then I'll take you. in exchange, please call me your lover. if you do, I will no longer be romeo. my beloved juliet. " he says.

" okay... I love you, romeo. " you finish as you two hold hands and the crowd cheers.

the casts bow and thank the watchers as everyone slowly leave the place, you and yanagi walked side by side off stage. fellow classmates were congratulating you two for the heart felt work.

" ahem, juliet could you come with me? " yanagi says as he offers his hand out. you two haven't changed out of your outfits.

you take his hand as he leads you away from the stage area, he walks you to the quiet council room as you two enters he closes the door and take a seat on one of the chairs. you take a seat across from him.

" well? " you question as he swallow sharply.

" y/n l/n... would you take my hand and be the juliet to my romeo? " he asks, looking at your face as you blush slightly from his words.

" oh romeo... are you asking me to be your lover? if so then yes I'll be your juilet. " you smile as he leans in to kiss your cheek, making you both blush.

ଘ(੭ ᐛ )━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ inspired by nisekoi lol

#sakumz.pdf #yanagi akane x reader #akane yanagi x reader #horimiya x reader #yanagi x reader

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bluesky-kitty · 1 year

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Kai Anderson x fem reader || angst, fluff ||

“Mother”

tw-kai, fighting

As I tucked my two years old daughter in the bed, I heard the door slam behind me. Who could it be? Oh, her father.

“Why the fuck I am not informed about our sick child?” He said angrily with wide eyes.

“You were working so I didn't wan-”

“Are you out of your mind?” He knelt on the floor next to Victoria's bed and looked at her sadly. “It's nothing serious, just a little cold..”

“When you will understand that everything about her is special and serious?” She fake coughed. She always does that around Kai. Always some sign of injury. She always wants his attention.

“My poor baby”

“D..da…daddy!”

“Daddy’s here.” He placed his large palm on her small forehead. “She’s burning, we have to do something.” He said panicked. I put my arm on his shoulder. “I already gave her medicine.” He stood up sharply and dragged me away from Victoria.

“Not enough y/n. That is not enough, what you’re doing.” I looked at him confused and shocked. “How could you let her get sick? What kind of mother you are?”

This made me mad. “Excuse me? What kind of father you are? I always take care of her, I try to make everything easier for her and make her life better, and most importantly, I love her!” This last part of the sentence made me nervous, I don't know why I said it. I just had to. I felt need to tell him.

“Oh yeah? Really y/n? Now I don’t love her? I don’t take care of my blood, my skin, my heart?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mea-” He quickly went to our daughter and took her in his arms harshly. She got nervous and started crying as Kai carried her around like a plastic doll.

“Stop! You’re hurting her!” I ran after him all over the house, slapped his shoulders and tried to take my child back, but nothing. When he left her on the bed in our room, he turned and slapped me. I fell to the ground from the force of the blow of his hand.

“Maa..ma okay?” Victoria's big eyes looked at me with a spark.

Shit, Kai didn’t realize he hit me in front of her.

“Mama just fell, she’s okay sugar” He picked me up and acted like the slap never happened.

He took me to the basement and threw me on the ground. “Let me go fucker I am her mother!”

“I put her into you, I made her, she’s my messiah but you act like she’s your enemy.”

I wanted to laugh so bad but I couldn’t.

“I just can’t belive what are you saying”

Again his episode. Kai would say some things that are insane and think that’s true. Drugs blurred his boundaries of reality.

“You stay here till I let you go.”

He was gone as I heard the lock. I know he won't harm our daughter. He is too protective over her which puts me in situations like this.

Kai was giving all his past weakness to her. She always wanted daddy to feed her, daddy to put her to sleep, daddy to sleep on, always daddy.

I don't even remember how many times I thought I was a bad mother. It always hurt me, but Kai said I was exaggerating. She loves both of us? I don’t think so. I remembered the time when he tickled Victoria's neck and stomach with his nose. Her giggles could be heard to the other side of the world. Then he would pretend to be a monster and bite her hands while she kicked him with her little feet. I don��t think he’s pretending to be a monster anymore, I think he became one.

I heard his voice in my memories. “Hey” He was standing at the door. “What?”

“I think she’s hungry..”

Then why don’t you feed her? fucking daddy

I wanted to yell. But I didn’t. I stood up and started to go through the door but his hand stopped me.

He definitely noticed I was crying. He gently pressed his rough lips to my wet dark circles, hoping to soften them.

“i’m sorry babe.”

“She good?”

He nodded with smile. “She good baby” We finally hugged. “Now she wants your tits so lets go” I smiled slightly.

As I walked into room, she was on her stomach trying to move. Kai and I looked at each other exiting. She was everything we had.

While I was breastfeeding her, Kai couldn’t stop talking. “I mean what if one day she kick us out of the house we build for her or even run away-”

“You’re really hungry Vic”

“I’m hungry too mama”

“Shut up” I could see smirk on his face.

“Make sure the milk is warm”

“Are you stupid? It’s always warm.”

“Good to know. Is she cold?”

“Stop worrying, I’m here too, I know things”

“Sorry mama”

I smiled at his apology. Kai ran his hand through her young curly hair. She had long dark eyes. When she finished, I laid her down between me and Kai. The baby's scent wafted across our bed, it felt heavenly. My eyelids got heavier and heavier until they finally fell.

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The cold air woke me up. I heard deep sighs. My boyfriend was not in bed. In total darkness, I got out of bed and went to the open window, in front of which Kai was standing. His muscular back bare, filled with my incised nail lines. I hugged him around the waist and kissed his shoulder.

"My beloved, my king, my lover, my whole world…what’s wrong?” He wiped away his tears and continued to look into the distance.

“I don’t know..I guess I’m afraid something bad will happen to her. ” He said biting his lip. After Kai lost his parents he was afraid of losing all of us. “But we'll never let anything happen to her, will we?” I asked him, pushing the blue locks out of his face. “I’m losing my shit.”

He turned and put me over his shoulder. I giggled quietly as he threw me onto the bed. He lay down next to me and slipped his hand under my nightgown. “Kai you horny maniac calm down”

I laid down on top of him and place a little kiss on his lips which turned into a makeout session. It wasn’t some preparing for sex. The feeling of being in his big warm hands was stronger than anything. And just like that, all three of us fell asleep pressed against each other.

Yes, your daughter’s name is Victoria, hot just like her daddy is.

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Devil May Cry Spice Tolerance Headcanons:

I had some mango habanero boneless wings (highly recommend if you love and tolerate spicy food), and that made me think of this idea for a series of headcanons.

Abnormally high spice tolerance:

Dante:

Dante can definitely tolerate spicy.

If he was younger (DMC3 Dante) he would definitely be exaggerating about how his mouth was on fire.

Since we’re talking about a much older Dante here, he has built up his spice tolerance.

Give him multiple One Chip Challenges and he just eats them like they are normal potato chips.

Try to prank him by putting pieces of Thai Chili peppers on his pizza, he’ll enjoy it even more.

Dare him to eat a ghost pepper, he will do it.

You cannot get this guy to tap out and drink milk.

Vergil:

Like his twin, he has spice tolerance but for completely different reasons.

He has willingly ate a habanero before and shrugged it off, which horrified Nero.

Hates buffalo sauce, not because it’s too spicy, but because it’s salty to him. Anything that is too salty or too sweet, he can’t eat, because he can’t tolerate it, he says as he pops another habanero in his mouth.

Whenever Dante gets pizza, he tells him to put extra jalapeños on his half when they share. (Or they don’t share and Dante eats the whole thing)

Ghost peppers are his favorite.

He’s been in hell for years. Spicy food can’t phase him.

Sparda:

Has been around for a very long time and has tried various spicy foods.

This is where the twins’ love of spicy food comes from.

He has a bigger appetite than his sons as he eats more portions of food than the two combined, which yes, includes spicy food.

In his opinion, sushi is at its best when spicy. Hence why he seeks out scorpion hot sauce and DRENCHES the sushi in it, which horrified Eva.

He was a legendary demon knight, spicy food can’t phase him. (Like father like son)

Nico:

“HOO-WEE! Who’s ready for an impromptu pepper eatin’ contest?”

Nico is the reason why Dante and Vergil now compete in eating the worst ever peppers.

Nico LOVES eating 4x Spicy Balduk noodles (I can’t even eat these) with some Carolina Reaper Pepper cheese on top, again which horrifies Nero.

Gets giddy at the suggestion of spicy food.

Give her some scorpion hot sauce, Carolina Reaper Pepper cheese, basically any spicy sauce or snack that Nero can’t even eat, you win her over easily.

LOVES Kyrie’s homemade chili especially when she makes a spicier version in a different pot just for her.

One chip challenge? She laughs and eats two and says that the chips ain’t spicy and eats chips like these on her break.

Girl is from the south and has eaten plenty of spicy food, she can handle a lot more heat.

Has Limits:

Trish:

Trish herself can debunk the myth of all demons can handle spice. No, not all of them, she argued.

Jalapeños, spicy chips, red hot pepper flakes on her pizza she can eat with no problems or hesitation.

Trish will beg Dante not to put a crap ton of jalapeños on the other half of the pizza like last time.

Trish has tried mango habaneros wings before. Three wings in, she grabbed the milk and drank it in defeat.

“Yes, I am a demon who shoots lightning bolts who can’t handle a 577,00 Scoville unit pepper, deal with it,” she sassed Dante with her runny mascara.

She will stick with her hot Cheetos.

Lady:

Also hates it when Dante and Vergil put too many jalapeños on the other half of a pizza.

A moderate amount of jalapeños is good enough for her. Same with buffalo wings, ignoring Vergil making a disgusted face.

Has judged the twins hard on eating a ghost pepper and a habanero.

“What the hell is wrong with you guys? Those things light your tongues on fire!”

Ate a small portion of a ghost pepper. Immediately tapped out and Dante quickly gave her the glass of milk.

She prefers to watch Dante and Vergil eat insanely hot peppers rather than participate.

Kyrie:

Is intimidated by the sight of a Thai Chili pepper.

She is willing to sprinkle cayenne pepper seasoning on things like her homemade chili she gives to the kids, Nero and Nico, but doesn’t go too far knowing her limits and Nero’s.

Kyrie coughs after taking a small whiff of Nico’s chili. “Okay, hers is done.”

Jalapeños is something that she also enjoys as it’s not trying to destroy her tongue.

Trying Nico’s 4X Spicy Balduk noodles, even one bite was enough to make her face turn red and tear up.

“Girl, you got guts, but you got limits, drink up.” Nico gave her some milk to extinguish the heat.

“I’m not doing that again.”

Instantly Nopes Out:

Nero:

Nero wanted to eat some pizza with Dante and Vergil, but after opening the pizza box, he immediately closed it.

Is scared by the sight of a ghost pepper. Only to witness Dante eat it like it’s a strawberry. Nero is once again horrified.

The only sensation he likes in his mouth (get your mind out of the gutter) is minty freshness like from gum.

“Does… cinnamon flavored gum count as spicy?” Nero asked Dante.

Dante, “No, that’s just sweetness with a hint of spice.”

Nero hesitantly ate a small piece of habanero. He very quickly went to the fridge to pour milk into his mouth. And onto his clothes. And onto the floor. “Do not tell Nico about this.”

Eva:

Nero definitely inherited his grandmother’s hatred for anything spicy.

Eva absolutely hates the smell as it stings her nose.

She knows her husband loves spicy food and tolerates it, but she cannot handle it.

Because she loved him and wanted to eat some delicious food he made with him, she took a bite.

Sparda said, “My dear, you didn’t have to do that,” and tried offering her water Eva shook her head and said, “If you can handle surely I can…”

Eventually she gives up and drinks the water after snot and comes out of her nose much to her embarrassment.

In conclusion, never give Eva anything spicy. Only give it to Sparda.

#devil may cry #dmc #dmc headcanons #random headcanons #spicy food #Nero is like Eva he does not like spicy food #dante #vergil #nero #trish #lady #nico #kyrie #eva #sparda

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xx-thedarklord-xx · 5 months

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when you said enemy goes to hero because there was nowhere else to go i NEVER expected the emotional rollercoaster you put me through. I was sobbing, I was laughing, I was cheesing, I was crying again. your story means everything to me. i have never felt so many things when reading before. you handled the after effects of the cruciatus curse so beautifully that i wish i had considered it before. thank you for giving us a Draco who says no. thank you for giving us a Sirius who is still alive. thank you for giving us wolfstar who take in Draco and care for him. thank you for giving us soft Harry who helps Draco recover. thank you for giving us such a beautiful story. it's now my all time favorite story and i've been in fandom for years. just thank you

I am not exaggerating when I said that this made me tear up a bit. Thank you so much for this ask. I love that I was able to make you feel things because when I wrote this story, I felt all of those things too, and I always try to have my words showcase my emotions. When people tell me what the story made them feel I always feel like I did what I set out to do—immerse the readers into a bit of my mind.

This story meant a lot to me too and I think it might be my favorite story I've written (although the Dementors' Child is right there too) and I know I'll re-read it myself over and over when I need a good pick me up.

Your ask is so sweet and you don't know how much it made my whole day and my entire week. Thank you!

The Only Hope (was you)

#asked and answered #Drarry #Draco Malfoy #Harry Potter #THANK YOU #this was so sweet #you don't even know #adore you anon!

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ladykissingfish · 5 months

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can you do sasodei with jealous Deidara or jealous Sasori? 👀

Hidan: Hey, puppet-dick … you worried?

Sasori: Worried? Over what?

Hidan: Over blondie goin’ to see his girlfriend, that’s what!

Sasori: *chuckles* Nice try, brat, but she is not his girlfriend. Kurotsuchi is just an old friend of Dei’s, that’s all.

Hidan: You’ve got a stone cold heart, man. If it was me I’d be fucking freaking out if Kakuzu was just suddenly goin’ to see some chick he used to bang!

Sasori: … used to bang? But … but Deidara was never with anyone like that before he met me. R-right?

Hidan: Maybe “bang” is over exaggerating. But you know what isn’t? *lowers his voice* When they were kids, blondie told me they used to kiss all the time!

Sasori: Kiss? Really?

Hidan: Yeah. *puckers his lips and makes obnoxious kissing gestures* I saw her picture, she’s pretty damn hot. Makes ya wonder what they’re doin’ now, eh?

Sasori: Nothing. They’re doing nothing besides having lunch and catching up with each other. He … he would never do anything like … like what you’re implying.

Hidan: He might not want to, but blondie is fuckin’ young, and he’s always horny like a dog. Who knows what that little worm in his pants might lead him to do? He —

Kakuzu, coming into the room: Hidan. Enough. Get out of here, go bother somebody else.

*Hidan leaves*

Kakuzu: You needn’t pay any attention to him, Sasori. You know he only lives to antagonize others. You haven’t a thing to worry about regarding Deidara. His level of attachment to you is such that the rest of us find his devotion concerning.

Sasori: I … I know. You’re right, I have nothing to worry about. Er, please excuse me, I have some puppets I’m working on … *walks away*

*later that night*

Deidara: ‘Sori! I’m back, hm!

Sasori, back turned, tweaking a puppet arm: Welcome back. How was your afternoon with your friend?

Deidara: *sinks down into a chair* Exhausting, really. I’m worn out, but I had a great time!

Sasori: Y-you’re exhausted? Why would you be exhausted?

Deidara: Let’s just say there was something I had to show Kuro, and once I started she couldn’t get enough, hm.

Sasori:

Sasori: *slowly turns to face Deidara*

Sasori: Dei. You and I have never had this talk before, but it seems it’s time to. I … am not someone who shares. I have never once put any demands on you, made any requests regarding this … this situation between us, but I feel I must make one now. You and I belong to each other. There is no room for anyone else in that same capacity. Friends, yes. Teammates, yes. But outside lovers? NO. It’s where I put my foot down. I love you, and when you truly love someone, you don’t —

Deidara, eyes wide: D-did you just say … that you love me?

Sasori, eyes also wide: Y-yes. Yes, I did. Because I do. I love you more than anything, Deidara. I —

Deidara: *rushes to Sasori and throws both arms around him, hard, nearly knocking him over* I love you too, Sasori!! I never thought you’d actually SAY that! *starts to cry*

Sasori: *pats his back* There, there, calm yourself. *raises Deidara’s chin with his thumb and forefinger, and pulls him into a kiss* No tears, but please, promise me you won’t … you won’t seek out the romantic company of that girl anymore.

Deidara: *starts to laugh* Kuro?! What, do you think I did something with Kurotsuchi??

Sasori: Well, you said you were exhausted, so —

Deidara: Yes, you idiot! *holds up his phone* I have over one thousand pictures of you, and of us together. Kuro kept asking to hear the stories behind them. *rubs his face* My jaw feels like it’s gonna fall off from talking about you so much, hm!

Sasori: *chuckles* How painful for you. *starts kissing along his jaw* Perhaps you’d allow me to put you in my bed and take your discomfort away?

Deidara: Oooh, I’d really like that, Danna ~

Sasori: *lifts Deidara off his feet and carries him across the room before gently laying him in the bed*

Sasori: Right; I’ll just run to the kitchen and make you up some tea to take some painkillers in. Be back in a flash! *leaves, whistling*

Deidara:

#ask #sasodei #sasori x deidara #sasori #deidara #kurotsuchi #implied past deikuro #jealousy #first time saying I Love You 🥹#feelings confession #love confessions #2800th post 🥳

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running-with-the-feels · 2 months

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I saw a post about how people like us (ADHD/autism) are ostracised a lot for just existing and that reminded me of a lot of my ha past.

I have asked this question to every neurotypical I know and no answer ever helped. So I ask you the same question Tundra “How do I become normal ?”. Every single time I ask this question the answer is always different be less blunt, be more sensitive, try talking less, listen more to what others have to say, have you tried seeing things from others prospective, be less angry and my favourite get a better attitude. I tried everything and still I was never normal enough.

You know tundra neurodivergent is a really new word before that there was “weird”. From as long as I can remember I was the weird kid, the kid that no one wants to talk to because she rambles too much, the kid no one wants in their team because just her existence will make them lose the game, the kid that sat alone in the front seat her whole life because no one ever wants to sit with the weird girl, the girl that other only talk to when the want help with homework/test because being nerdy was the only thing she was good at, a kid that every single teacher wrote of as problematic because she asked too many questions,can’t socialise for shit and would argue back to the authorities abusing her, a girl so pathetic she would sold every bit self respect she had to the help the people that bullied her ever day for a single chance that they will start liking her and she will finally have friends like all the normal kids do. A girl who laid awake every night praying for 15 years that when she woke up she became normal and people like her and she have friends like everybody else who are normal. A girl who for the last 20 years has been trying to make the perfect mask and still all people can do is point out the cracks.

Do get me wrong I love having adhd/autism I really do but I still can’t help but hope that one day I become normal, that I became human, that one day someone else also sit with me on that empty set, that I don’t stay alone anymore. I am sorry for the rant Tundra but after see that post I remembered every bad thing that happened to me for being neurodivergent and all I can do right now is cry because I would never be normal and the world isn’t a good enough place right now to accept my weird.

I just wrote this because you having adhd and autism makes is so that at least I would not be laughed at for saying that I was essentially friendless and lonely my whole life just because people think I am too weird and wont assume it something I probably made up and things were probably never that bad and that I am just exaggerating

And I don’t even know where I am going with this I just can’t stop crying and I need to write this to get it all out to tell someone how much it hurts and I just hope you will understand

I do understand, and I have been exactly where you are so the advice I have for you is advice I learned the hard way

You don't become normal. That is not something that is ever going to happen and you are allowed to be angry about that. You are allowed to be upset that the world is not built for people like us and that getting people to treat you well is a struggle. That is worth being upset about don't ever let anybody tell you different

But becoming normal is impossible, and trying is only going to hurt you at the end of the day.

So instead what you do, is you find the other neurodivergents and if there's none where you live then you find them here (be safe on the internet tho, just like you would on the street). You find the people who are going to understand and you surround yourself with them bc there is support there that is invaluable

You find ways to cope with the world when it works against you, you make systems for the things you struggle with and ask for help when you need it. There is no shame in that, it's actually better for your health (seriously there are studies to prove it) to work with your adhd and autism rather than against it.

And at the end of the day, there is one thing that you need to remember:

You already are normal. Everything you struggle with, every reaction you have, all the things that make the other kids call you weird? Those are all normal reactions for an auDHD-er to have. Your brain is working exactly as it should.

You are the normal one, its the neurotypicals that are the freaks and weirdos

And I know that it is really hard to throw off the shame they've ingrained in you, and it sucks to have people treat you like you're strange or stupid bc you do things differently and that's not ever gonna stop stinging. But it will get better as you get older bc you will find the people who you can trust to support you, and you will find the systems and tricks that make your life easier.

For me, the way I rationalize it is that my autism and my adhd are inseparable from my personhood. They inform everything I do from how I solve a puzzle, down to the way I take a piss (forgive my vulgarity). So to change those things would change who I am into someone unrecognizable, and I'm not too keen on that

I got into fandom and started writing bc mortal kombat became my special interest, and maybe neurotypical me would have never done that

That doesn't mean there aren't days where I don't get angry about it and wish that things were different, of course there are. If I had a dime for every time I snapped a pencil just to satisfy the need to break something bc of how unfair it all is, I'd be rich. But at the end of the day, it is not our fault that things suck, we are simply reacting to the world around us. A world that is, thankfully, changing.

Be as angry as you want about it, and honestly, if you need to break something once in a while, go ahead, just wear protective gear and be careful not to get hurt. If you need to cry, then cry, sob as long and as loud as you want and make sure to drink water and have an ibuprofen ready for when you're done.

And then, when the big tidal wave of emotion is over, you take a breath, remember that you are the normal one and you have a right to exist in the state that is most natural to you, and you keep going.

And you do that as many times as you need to

as cliche as it sounds and as hard as it may be to believe it really does get better, and if that better isn't good enough when you find it, then we make it better until it is.

#ask answered

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spookmemepls · 1 year

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☠ ― 𝑀𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 (𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟶) 𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠. (𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝐷𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑚 "𝑀𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑".)

"If only the world had a reset button."

"I've looked into the reset button... *sobs* the science is impossible..."

"Okay, ___, you were right! I was... less... right!"

"Why do you need MY help?"

"I just happened to be speed-walking nearby when you called."

"Oh you're a villain alright, just not a SUPER one!"

"Imagine the most horrible... terrifying... EVIL thing you can possibly think of. And MULTIPLY it... by SIX!"

"Don't let ___ pay for my wrongdoings..."

"Because you're the smartest person I know."

"Why are you so EVIL...!?"

"I just wanted to thank you for inspiring me the other day."

"...Do I have a son?"

"Can I go home now?"

"Oh, I wouldn't say freed. More like... under new management."

"I was just about to make my frontal assault to save you, but like... 50 ninjas tried to attack me, so I had to... beat 'em all up, and I did, and they were all like... crying and stuff."

"Oh no not you, ___! I'm just yelling at my... mother's... urn."

"...Well that seems kinda petty, don't you think?"

"___, you really need to empty your pockets more often!"

"Do you really think that I would EVER be with you...?"

Congratulations, another one of your genius plans has backfired on you!"

"Wow, your hair... looks exciting!"

"Hey, remember that night that I dumped you?"

"Okay, now you tell me something. Something you've never told anyone."

"My death was... greatly exaggerated."

"You were very strong in there!"

"So. You're the punk I've heard about."

"KNOW me? You never took the time to KNOW me!"

"We should just stick to what we're good at. Being bad."

"Please don't do this. I know there's still good in you, ___."

"There is no Easter Bunny, there is no Tooth Fairy... and there is no Queen of England."

"Going somewhere? Besides jail?"

"Ask me how I'm going to do it. Go on! ASK!"

"___, I think this is a bad idea."

"YOU DIM-WITTED CREATION OF SCIENCE!"

"Heroes aren't born. They're made."

"___ and I... were never really a couple."

"Well, in school... none of the other kids... really liked me."

"Do you have someone special in your life, ___?"

"Did you ever look back...?"

"Who wants churros!?"

"Are you HAPPY now?"

"___, I didn't know you had... feelings. Are you okay?"

"With that, ANYONE can be a hero!"

"I'm not allowed to insult guests directly."

"You know I never had the chance to say goodbye... it's good that we have this time now."

"Um, that's a pretty tasteless costume."

"I'm sorry... I really am, but. I. I'm done."

"Hello? Who's there!?"

"Well, thank you for... letting me stay."

"As long as there's evil, good will rise up against it."

"It's taken a long time to find my calling. Now it's about time you find yours."

"I think we should run!"

"It's time to put the past behind us."

"Are you a ghost...? Speak, apparition..."

"But we saw your skeleton! You were DEAD!"

"Each and every citizen in this place had something I didn't. A choice."

"That's when I got the brilliant idea... to fake my death."

"How could you DO this!? The people of the city RELIED on you and you deserted them!"

"You know? You look pretty good in white."

"___, I never knew you were so funny."

"You were right about that door being exciting...!"

"I've... never heard you laugh before."

"You don't get out much, do you?"

"Where did you get all this stuff...?"

"Maybe ___ isn't so bad after all."

#sentence starters #rp sentence starters #sentence meme #rp sentence meme #roleplay starters #[ General Starters. ]#[ Starters. ]#[ My Starters. ]#[ Mine. ]

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call-sign-shark · 18 days

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hi shark,

I saw your recent post on heaven's habit of not eating and arthur catching her fainting and so on..

I wanted to share my thoughts since I've actually been diagnosed with/struggled with anorexia in the past

To make not eating a sort of, “personality trait” for heaven, feels a bit insensitive considering some people struggle with disordered eating. And arthur’s reaction, “catching her” is sort of romanticizing eating disorders too..

It feels unrealistic to real life, and the fact that arthur just routinely catches her fainting doesn't really show concern. Someone needs medical intervention if they are starving themselves.. intentionally or not

I think his tendency to notice when she is about to faint sort of perpetuates the issue, because he’s allowing the behavior and not really helping her

That idea in general of heaven “forgetting to eat” also might lead people to imagine that not eating will lead to having a man fawn over them, and that could potentially invoke the intentional neglect of food.. it’s l not realistic to real life, and might be sending a bad message

I don’t know.. I think that whole concept just kind of triggered me a bit and left a bad taste in my mouth

Maybe it’s my own personal issues with eating in the past that are making me feel upset about it..

I’m really not trying to attack you at all, and I know your heart intent wasn’t bad. I just wanted to share my thoughts and give more awareness on that sort of eating disorder realm to consider when conjuring ideas/scenarios like this.

If there’s more to it I’d be open to hearing an explanation

TW: Eating disorder and very harsh discourse.

Hey, thank you so much for this message. I am glad you took the time to send this to me and write it so politely. Don't worry I don't feel attacked at all, and I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. I should have put a trigger warning for sure. Let's make things clear: I've never intended to make ED a personality trait nor to romanticize it. By the way, it really hurts the fuck out of me to read this - but that ain't your fault, I'm glad you shared your feelings. First of all, you have to know something about me: Some people here already know it but I've been suffering from eating disorders for the past ten years and it is still literally impeding my happiness. It keeps me from enjoying simple things and it leaves me crying in the middle of the bathroom pinching my stomach/thighs and making me feel like I should grab a knife to cut the excess of fat or, at least, starve myself. And I'm not fucking exaggerating. The only reason I have a healthy weight and try to get better is my family/partner, so please don't think I'm trying to romanticize it while it's literally impacting my everyday life.

I decided to share this headcanon in a light tone because I wanted to shed light on a more fragile aspect of Heaven, who is a character with an aura of a monstrous, supernatural, and murderous creature. It doesn't make her cool or cute, it does show that she's plagued with trauma and disorders. That was the process behind my post. When people started to joke about it and find it cute I went with the flow because taking this issue lighter and turning it into a "fun fact" makes me feel better. Yes, it's selfish. Yes the jokes make the issue unrealistic, but it doesn't mean that my actual depiction of it is. Also, yes, meming isn't everyone's way to cope with things but it's mine. I am personally convinced that we can laugh about everything as long as it isn't done with malicious intents. Maybe I'm wrong, but that's how I feel. I'm really sorry if it came out insensitive to you and others.

Your thoughts about Arthur's lack of concerns are really interesting because as I shared this fact as a light-hearted headcanon without any details, I knew someone would eventually come at me with this so let me expand on it with more precisions: He doesn't just "routinely" catch her. What I meant to say is that it's something he's aware of and he's always worried about her, that's why he's keeping an eye on her. When he's home he makes sure she has eaten properly, but he can't be 100% behind her back. When his wife faints it doesn't make him laugh and he doesn't brush it off as if it was a casual/trivial thing, quite the contrary he's insanely concerned and immediately proceeds to give her something to eat. Moreover, I already mentioned that he hates her relationship with food in this ask. It doesn't come from nowhere.

Also, Arthur doesn't encourage the issue. He obviously actively tries to help her the best he can but I think you're in the right place to understand that external help doesn't do the entire job. In addition, I think we should take into account that they come from the '20s and that seeking mental help was probably harder than it is nowadays. Heaven herself is not aware that it's a disorder and that it's not normal.

Another part I'd like to briefly comment: "That idea in general of heaven “forgetting to eat” also might lead people to imagine that not eating will lead to having a man fawn over them" While I perfectly understand how someone could think these kind of things now that you have explained it to me, I literally didn't think about this AT ALL when writing my headcanon. Like, It didn't even cross my mind. I'm not the most empathic person so I'm going to be honest with you, when I read this part I was like "??? ah ok ??". For me, the fact that it's not the case is obvious. But my apologies if someone had understood the headcanon in this way because it's literally false and not what I meant to write. Please keep in mind that while it's okay to tell me when I am inconsiderate, I'm by no means a role model and it's not my job to overthink every of my posts. Yet, I do think I should have put a trigger warning.

Now, I'm going to stop here because it's already long enough and honestly I don't want to have a serious talk about EDs. It's already something I have to face IRL and as I said, EDs ruin my life on fucking daily basis. Moreover I have a bad case of sinusitis and my head hurts. The most important info I want you to take from this reply are that: I didn't intend to romanticize or normalize EDs / I know the struggle and I exorcize it through Heaven, even if this fact doesn't make me exempt from flaws and being careless/ While I talk about this in a light/casual tone it's actually concerning for Heaven / Arthur dislikes it, it's not entertaining it's frightening for him. It's the source of many of their arguments. Thank you again Nonny, I hope my explanations make things clearer. Take care of you by the way and once again, I really appreciate your honesty! :)

#Shark talks #Arthur Shelby #Arthur Shelby x reader #Peaky Blinders #HYE Squad #Heaven Shelby

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isabelldrabbles · 1 year

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Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Imagine: the couple watches Titanic and Natasha gets upset.

warnings: kinda sad at the end

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You huffed and rolled your eyes at the scene that was currently playing on tv. Somehow, your girlfriend Natasha made you watch ‘Titanic’ on your movie night - she has never seen it before and insisted on learning about the popular film. You have regretted it since minute one, but you kept silent to not ruin the experience for her.

At least you kept silent until now. But the ship just sank and Rose was laying on the door, Jack drifting beside her in the cold water, and you couldn’t hold back your annoyed comments anymore.

‘I love you, Jack.’ Rose confesses on screen.

‘Really?! They know each other for like two days and-’ you sigh, ’she just could move on the door and make space for him. What the-’

Natasha slapped you lightly on the back of your head and urged you to be quit with calling out your name determinedly. ‘Fine.’ You mumbled and snuggled into the redhead’s embrace.

Only a couple minutes later the iconic promise scene played and you were fighting your tiredness to not fall asleep when you noticed Nat’s irregular breathing and heard a sniffle. You moved your head and searched Natasha’s eyes.

‘Awww, Tasha…’ You put your hands on her cheeks and tenderly wiped her tears away. She turned her head embarrassed and tried to hide her crying, but you couldn’t stay away when you heard her sobs. ‘Come here, Nat,’ you held your arms wide open, ‘please.’

Natasha rushed into the embrace and clutched onto you. She hid her face in her neck and started crying hard, covering your shoulder in warm tears. After you rubbed her back and prepped kisses on her hair, your girlfriend finally seemed to calm down. You sat through the end of the movie and later you were getting ready for bed.

‘Leonardo Di Caprio made the Black Widow cry. You surprise me over and over.’ You teased her while putting on your pajamas. Natasha just watched you through the mirror and rolled her eyes.

‘Listen, Rose, you're gonna get outta here, you're gonna go on and you're gonna make lots of babies and you're gonna watch 'em grow.’ You quoted the movie exaggerated and made mocking moves while speaking your words. You changed your voice to imitate the other character. ‘I love you, Jack, but my body is co-’

‘Stop.’ You smiled at Natasha’s comment and motioned to get to her and hug her from behind - it was just then when you noticed Nat’s sad expression. ‘Please stop it.’

‘Oh Nat come on, i didn‘t mean to upset you, i was just joking.’

The redhead toweled her face down and scurried to the bed, not even looking at you. You sighed and turned around defeated. Natasha finished lotioning her hands and had already turned off her bedside lamp by the time you slipped under the covers.

You faced her in the dark and barely could make out her side profile before you searched for her hand on the blanket. When she didn’t pull away, you sighed in relief.

‘I’m sorry.’ You absently drew little circles on the back of her hand with your thumb, but she still stared at the ceiling. ‘What’s the matter with my girl?’

Finally, Nat turned to you and you could see her watery eyes.

‘Promise m-’

‘Nat, you can’t be serious.’ You laughed incredulously, but when Natasha stayed serious, your expression faltered. ‘Nat…’

‘Promise me that if something happens to me, you’ll survive. You won’t give up, no matter what happens, no matter how hopeless. Promise me now, and never let go of that promise.’

‘Natasha I-.. that’s a joke, right?.’

She just whispered your name and looked at you with pleading eyes.

You cursed yourself for the words you were about to say, but you knew Natasha wouldn’t let go if you didn’t do it. ‘I promise.’ You sighed and kissed her hand.

‘Thank you.’

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‘Am I supposed to say ‘Never let go’ now?’ You laughed ironically while stepping forward.

You laid her favorite flowers on the ground and raised your hand to run it over the letters that were engraved in the cold stone.

‘I love you, Nat.’

Hot tears streamed down your face, and you wished nothing more than to be able to hold her again.

That was the day you swore to yourself to never give a promise again.

#fanfic #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff drabble #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x reader #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu drabble

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naffeclipse · 8 months

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*Inhales*

Okay, I know you've heard this so many times but I can't help myself!!

You are beyond amazing. I'm personally quite the reader, and have encountered so many writers, but none of them have even the remote ability to be compared to you and your incredible stories. I am not exaggerating when I say that I have read every single one of your fanfictions over and over, practically vibrating every time there is sn update! I've nearly memorized a few paragraphs!!

Your way of writing has made me laugh and cry in all the best ways and I love each and every series with all my heart. From painfully losing my sanity in the never ending void of bloody terror to dancing with the wonder of otherworldly demons, you manage to build these beautiful worlds in our minds with such expert precision that never fails to leave me in awe.

Every one piece of writing is crafted so uniquely and yet you manage to keep them all as vibrant and enrapturing as possible. That's such an incredible skill. Weaving so much meaning and care within each spectacular passage.

You have brought me and all your readers along on so many countless journeys with these stories, and I really want to thank you over and over for that. I know it's not much Naffeclipse, but please know that you are my favorite writer in this whole pizzaplex of a universe.

I can't wait to spend another adventure with you and your jesters, lots and lots of love!! 💙💛💜

I've had this in my inbox for a while and I kept rereading it because it makes my heart explode and I'm also rattling you so hard right now, ah! Thank you so much! Your words mean so much to me and I'm incredibly honored that you enjoy my writing! ♥

#starlitnightfall44 #compliments

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bohnsky · 9 months

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two and a half months into liking f1, here are my favorites:

1. Alex Albon

I think this is obvious. I just love Alex too much. Sadly this weekend wasn't great for Williams and it stressed me so much that Valtteri was on a mission to snatch P11 from my boy, but Albono's defending is so good, still sadly no points😭😭

2. Sergio Perez

This was a very hard decision, but I thought it's true for me right now and I can still change it back later so now Checo is on second for now.

I'm so obsessed with this man, I even wrote a Chestappen fic. It rarely happens that I'm so inspired that I actually put my ideas on paper.

FP1 made me want to cry and the German commentator couldn't stop hating (it wasn't really hating, just stating facts with a negative untertone, but it annoyed me) and I'm really starting to dislike Ralf Schumacher, he's always acting like he's so much better than every other driver lol (easy to say those things when you're not driving anymore, yes I'm looking at both of you, Ralf and Nico). But honestly I'm exaggerating, they're not that bad.

Also all the memes about Checo's crash. I was desperatly looking for posts that empathize with him and only found memes😭

(if I wasn't this deep, I would find them funny lol)

The race today was great tho. I would've loved to see him get P2 and I believe it would've been possibly, but I don't know anything so whatever. And I'm super happy for Lando and podium is podium. And driver of the day is well deserved. Checo knows how to gain positions. Now he just needs to start performing in Quali again :D

3. Charles Leclerc

Not the best weekend for Ferrari. The race today was a mess for them. Charles' first pit stop made me want to cry. It did seem like the team was trying to fuck Charles specificly over, with the water problem and that pit stop. I just want to see Ferrari back in the front.😭

Honerable mentions:

Nyck and Daniel. I just have to talk about that. I can't really be happy for Daniel. I really started to like Nyck and I think there is a reason he got into F1 in the first place. He's a good driver and I really believe that he just needed more time. I understand that the team felt like they needed to do something, but to Nyck it's unfair. I just hope he gets over the pain quickly.

And Danny deserves better than Alpha Tauri. Like what is he supposed to prove in that shit box. Also I am so obsessed with Checo that I'm still so scared that they might drop him if Danny does really good and I keep thinking what would that mean for Yuki? etc

Now after the weekend, I still don't know how to feel about the whole situation and I actually started avoiding Danny content, which is stupid and sad. Danny deserves a seat and it's not his fault that the circumstances suck.

the Haas boys. Never thought I would say that, but I kinda dig their dynamic.

George. I've been thinking about George a lot lately and I really like him, but somehow he is super weird to me. Idek what exactly, somehow everything about him is weird, but lovable. From his stupid big eyes and his ridiculously long legs, to his strange laugh and his accent. I really don't know anything about the differences in british accents but his accent is the weirdest to me. I like it and I understand it perfectly, but it's just weird (I'm sorry, I'm not trying to offend anyone😭)

Also his PR stuff is so cringy. I love how he's just embracing it all, but it sometimes feels like he is an old man, who doesn't understand the internet but loves learning about it😭

And his race was impressive af. He really knows how to drive.

Fun fact: my brother thinks he should be Mercedes' first driver.

Lance. I've grown extremely fond of him. He's just a sweetheart and getting dangerously close to my top three. I might have to take him into consideration soon.

He's a cat. I love cats.

Initially I disliked him for the dumbest reason (being a rich kid), but even then I knew (or I was expecting) that the day would come that I start liking him and here we are. He's the kind of person I would want to be friends with.

Logan. Through Alex I've become somewhat of a Williams fan. And I really like it when Logan has a good day. The FPs were great for him. The race sucked tho (whatever happened there), but he didn't seem too mad about it.

Lewis. I couldn't believe my eyes when he took pole. I was so happy, but then the race start was so bad😭😭

And I feel incredibly bad that I didn't want him to get P3😭

He was just so close to Checo in the last few laps and I really wanted Checo on the podium. Please don't get me wrong, I would have loved to see Lewis on the podium. I would've loved to see him win, but with Max, Lando and Checo in front, I just couldn't cheer for him😭😭😭😭

Lando. I love this man and I just want him to finally get a win. But it seems like he takes P2 as some kind of win, knowing that Max is just unbeatable.

Max. His hair.

Also I just need to say how much I love it when Max speaks German. The Dutch accent when speaking German is like the cutest thing ever and I'm really impressed of how confident he is in the language.

And there's my internal Red Bull dilemma. I drink a Red Bull for every Quali and for every race. I don't want Red Bull and Max to keep dominating, but I want Checo in front and Max deserves to win because he is that good. Do I support Checo or the Red Bull domination by drinking too much Red Bull?😭😭😭

Either way, I love Red Bull and I will keep on drinking it lol. Also I might be a RB fan at heart. Still Ferrari all the way, but I came into F1 being a RB fan, because of rallye sport and almost every driver I like there, is driving for RB. And then there's what they did to Alex and Pierre and now Nyck.

It's a love-hate relationship.

Valtteri. I don't think I ever said anything about him here. I love this man! He is such a vibe. Just doing whatever the fuck he wants and slaying every second of his life. He's not at the top of my favorites, but generally speaking, he might be one of the coolest drivers on the grid.

In terms of race positions, I like to see him doing good, but I like to see my favs in front more. Alex > Valtteri, I had to cheer for Alex there.

Zhou. I'm positively neutral about Zhou, I don't know much about him, but from what I've seen so far there's not much to dislike. But here I just wanted to say that I loved seeing him slay Quali. Alfa Romeo in general. It's good to see them in better positions every now and then. The start today was just unfortunate.

Carlos. I was surprised by how Ferrari was treating Carlos today. It seemed like the team was actually listening to him. I hope they sorted themselves out and they keep being nice to my man Carlito😭

But the German commentators kept saying that Carlos Sr. is already looking around for a seat in a different team for his son😭

I love him in Ferrari, but I would totally understand if he wanted to leave. But I also saw something about the possibility of him joining Audi and I gotta say, as much as I love Ferrari Carlos, seeing him in an Audi would be so cool! Might be because Carlos Sr. is driving for Audi, but that doesn't matter. It'd just be cool.

Pierre. I'm starting to find my love for Pierre again. It's not nearly as strong as it used to be (obviously, as he's not first anymore lol) For some reason I didn't really care about him for a few weeks, but it's coming back now. Also bad day for Alpine. Must be devastating, a DNF for both cars and it not even being their fault. I hope they're okay and don't kill Zhou.

Esteban. I'm starting to dig the whole Alpine dynamic. They might not be the best of friends but they make it work and I love that.

And still, I'm obsessed with Este's accent and I keep coming back to the squirrel clip. I just can't with him.

Also he gives me young Jeff Goldblum vibes, idk why, but I love it.

Might be the hair. Or the sunglasses.

Oscar. It's frustrating to watch Oscar almost get on the podium. He deserves a podium, he's an incredible driver and I'm happy that the car is finally good enough for him and Lando.

Yuki. Now that I named 18 drivers, I can just say some things to the last two as well. Yuki is such a cool person. I wish he was higher on my list (the honerable mentions are in no particular order). And like I said before, I'm a little scared of what Danny's performance means for him.

Fernando. I like him a lot. I like his laugh and his accent. He's serious but silly and he treats Lance well. I like to believe that he has no evil master plan and just actually likes Lance lol

Sometimes it seems that Aston is the only team that works together and just like Lance said, it's romantic.

Also Strollonso might actually be my favorite ship currently. They're so unlikely, but they just work and it's cute. Thay might not be a Lestappen or a Carlando, but they have my heart just as much and I need more content.

Wow, I didn't know I had so much to say. And I hadn't realized that I just named most of the grid until I counted them.

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justiceamberheard · 2 years

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Amber Heard’s rebuttal

Julian Ackert, a computer forensics investigator

Mr Neumeister told the court he had analysed photos of Heard with alleged injuries and said there were different versions of some images and that some had gone through editing software.

Mr Ackert says that for all but one of the photos Mr Neumeister analysed, he found that the original versions of the pictures did not show that they had been through editing software in their exif (exchangeable image file format) metadata.

He says the specific photos that he reviewed were authentic.

Mr Ackert says that based on the photo metadata he has reviewed, he has no reason to question the authenticity of the photos.

Dr Hughes

Dr Hughes determined the actress suffers from PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder), while Curry says she has exaggerated symptoms of this and actually suffers from personality disorders.Dr Hughes tells the court that Heard did not exaggerate on one test that she used to assess her for PTSD, as Curry suggested.Curry also said that Dr Hughes misinterpreted her test results. Dr Hughes disputes this and says it was actually Curry who misinterpreted them.Dr Hughes also dismisses Curry's testimony that victims of PTSD are "effectively unable to function", as Heard's lawyer Elaine Bredehoft describes it.Dr Hughes says this is a common "myth and misconception" and adds: "People who are struggling with trauma and PTSD are very strong, courageous, resilient people, even though they are struggling,"

Dr Hughes is questioned once again about boxes she left blank on a form, which came up during her original testimony. She says she didn't fill them in as the necessary details were covered in 88 pages of notes she made on Heard.

Amber Heard

"I am harassed, humiliated, threatened, every single day," she says, and is very emotional. "Even just walking into this courtroom, sitting here in front of the world, having the worst parts of my life, things that I have lived through, used to humiliate me.

"People want to kill me, and they tell me so, every day. People want to put my baby in the microwave, and they tell me that. Johnny threatened, promised me, that if I ever left him he'd make me think of him every single day that I lived…"

"Every single day I have to relive the trauma. My hands shake. I wake up screaming."Heard says her friends have to live with "unspoken rules" about how they can "not scare me", and "how to not touch me". She says intimate partners also have rules."I live my life with these sets of rules," she says. Even training for something such as a combat scene in Aquaman, she says, can be triggering and spark a "meltdown".

"I am not sitting in this courtroom snickering. I'm not sitting in this courtroom laughing, smiling, making snide jokes. I'm not."This is horrible. This is painful. And this is humiliating for any human being to go through. Perhaps it's easy to forget that - I am a human being."And even though Johnny promised that I deserve this and promised he'd do this, I don't deserve this. I want to move on."

Heard says she receives hundreds of death threats "regularly, if not daily". Thousands, she says, since the trial has started, and people "mocking her testimony".Crying, she says: "I just want Johnny to leave me alone. I just want him to leave me alone. I've said that for years now."Asked what she hopes to reclaim "after this is over", the actress tells the court: "Protecting the secret I did for as long as I did has taken enough of my voice. Johnny has taken enough of my voice. I have the right to tell my story..."I hope to get my voice back."

Heard denies alerting US entertainment site TMZ that she would be at the court.

Johnny Depp's lawyer Camille Vasquez says she wants to show Amber Heard a picture already admitted to evidence.

She says she had no expectation of whether Moss would "show up" or not, saying "it didn't matter... it doesn't change what I believed at the time when we were on the stairs and I thought he was going to kill my sister."

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