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goldsbitch · 3 months

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Just don't talk

summary: Enemies to lovers on steroids. Lando can't stand Y/N, the first female driver in F1. He also can't stand not having her with her clothes on.

warnings: please don't be offended by weak ass feminism debate, swear words, minors do not interact, just generally don't take this one too seriously, smut (that's what we came for)

He radiated stupidity. Reckless, annoying, careless and just plain stupid. Blood boiled hard and fast in Y/N when he entered the room. Cocky smile, as if he was the shit. And those poor fans did not even realize, because his PR managers worked around the clock to stop the scandals getting out and to remain his bubbly, down-to-earth image he seemed to hold in general public. Now, she never doubted his driving genius. It was honest respect on that part. No, this was about everything else. Even the way he grew his "so called" beard annoyed her.

She radiated arrogance. Being the first female driver on the grid had everyone looking differently at her, as it would be the opposite if she was just another rookie driver. He could not stand that. It felt strangely misogynistic. But what sent him to levels of annoyance he had not discovered prior to meeting her, was how she did absolutely nothing about this. Danced around as if she did not see it. But Lando could see through her, she was a calculating bitch that knew exactly what was happening.

It's not like either of them got it wrong really. Lando had his personality that did not correlate with the desired persona the public wanted him to maintain. For as long as he remembered, he had to be a grown up, missing his young adult experiences completely. Sometimes, it just got the better of him. Lando was not exactly proud of that or anything. Y/N was indeed calculating. But it would be hard to argue that she could have chosen not to do that - yet, the world was simply not ready for any kind of female driver to enter the grid. She had to be smarter than an average rookie. There is a possibility that this was all just in her head, but it was hard to prove it at this point.

They avoided talking to each other like they would avoid the plague. Lando felt like all the years of media training lead to the moments where they shared the interview room. Their disenchantment with each other was not exactly a known thing, they were deceitful enough to do keep it between themselves. Well, the more observant drivers and members of their team were well aware of the truth. There was not a single member of the close inner circle that would dare to speak about how when these two had to share the pre race interviews, it would be the driest interview of them all. Frankly, drivers dreaded that. Daniel would be the one to try and break the ice. George found it mildly amusing. Max could not give two shits about them.

And to the luck of everyone involved, there was Lando, set next to Alex Albon, who was sat next to Y/N. He sighed heavily before taking hold of the microphone.

First interviewer asked about the lasted updates on Y/N Aston Martin car. The second one went to Lando, with a request to address the bad strategy the team had on the last Grand Prix, which he answered very diplomatically.

Third interviewer asked Y/N on whether the talks have started regarding her contract for the upcoming season.

"Yes, we are talking about that. I love racing and I'm planning on staying here," she laughed lightly. "I want to be here to...possibly to inspire and attract young girls, same as those like Fernando was a role model to both Alex and Lando. The female audience of F1 is growing and that is absolutely amazing. And perhaps now will the female fans have an opportunity to cheer for one of their own."

"May I have a question?" Lando entered the chat. His tone was indicating fire being lit within him and him intending to spread it wide. The game was on. Y/N tensed up. Alex smiled nervously.

Both Lando and Y/N shot a look at the interview moderator, who was prepared for many scenarios, but not this one exactly. Once Lando received an unsure nod, he continued. "We both know the numbers, we sit on similar meetings. The percentage of female audience is now nearing almost half, is that correct?"

"Well, we are nowhere near that - more like 30-40%"

"Right. And this trend has started prior to you joining the grid, right?"

"Yes, that is correct."

"Are you saying that the female viewers did not have anyone to connect with before that?"

"I'd be brave enough to assume so. Where are you heading?"

Alex wanted to stop them, he shot looks to multiple people who had the power to end this. Members present from both teams woke up from their slow mundane afternoon. But the conversation was too fast for anyone to interrupt.

"So, what was the motivation of the female viewers to watch F1? Why were they watching?"

"Um, well the sport is fascinating and can capture one. The quality of our media teams has risen greatly, social media and-"

"Yes. So are you saying that young boys and teenagers were watching this for a different reason that girls and any other genders?"

"Like I was saying, it might be hard to connect. Young boys and teenagers can relate and even imagine themselves as the future F1 driver."

"So why do, in your opinion, little girls and female teenagers watch races? Are you saying that prior to your start, their reasons were less valid? Less noble? Does miss misogyny over here think that female audience is now validated due to her representation in the sport?"

The room went silent. Y/N took a deep breath and without missing a beat she replied.

"I'm sorry, there must have been something foul in your cornflakes this morning. After all, even in these progressive times, some of the people involved did not get the memo about the way how to interact with the fanbase in a healthy manner. It must be hard hard to think straight and not draw over-the-top conclusions when one's mind is stuck in an endless cycle of "Hello, gorgeous" and "Sure, I'll text you back.""

Alarmed looks were shared accros the room. Alex tried to laugh it off. The moderator ended the discussion. The pair kept staring at each other, until their prompted their exits orchestrated by their team.

Asshole. Obnoxious idiot. She wanted to slap him. The social media was on fire, this topic clearly resonating among fans. It was clear the opinions were divided and this was just not good to have on your track record. She was mad at herself as well. Got caught up like a fly to a spiderweb. He won this one. She'll just have to beat him during the race or shoot him in the leg at the next opportunity.

"Stay true to your beliefs" was the caption under his newly posted photo. Smiling as ever. Some photographer with under-appreciated talent managing to capture him in the perfect light. Total thirst trap. Her PR team was figuring out how to salvage this, but everyone knew Lando stuck a good one this time.

But that was not the opinion of the McLaren media team, who really did work their butts off the last few months. This was not good, as his haters were currently busy pointing out holes in his argument, making Y/N the hero they wanted to have. PR team picked the photo of him they had in store in order to play it safe and nonchalantly. Lando got a big threatening talk right after the press conference. McLaren was not letting the word misogyny be connected to their brand. He defended himself for a while, but at the end agreed to avoid bringing these subjects to light prior to the knowledge of the team. In his eyes, she won. He got her free attention. The nickname miss misogyny was not going to stick. The only thing this brough him was a headache and built up anger.

She was bursting with anger and was not about to leave it in for herself. "You can stick this bullshit up you ass, Lando."

"Don't assume I like the same things you do," was his immediate response.

Confidentiality. That was the only thing she believed he could uphold. Both of them had too much to loose.

They were bad for each other. Bringing out the worst traits, putting others in discomfort and creating drama out of nowhere. But the once the night covered the daily routines and worries, the truth would start crawling out. Once the chequered flag got packed up after a race, it was time for a parade of red flags to begin.

It was suppose to be a one time mistake. Party that go out of hand. Club bathroom sex that was better than they'd be willing to admit. They never spoke of it. Nobody knew.

Like magnets they circled towards each other on the quiet nights on the road. Always her place, never his. As if she'd make the effort to come toward him. Like he would ever let her invade his private safe space. It worked for them, transforming the anger into rough bites and hickeys. Lando enjoyed leaving them on her, just at the line where he knew she'd have to think about how to cover them up and made sure she never made any mark on him. Hate fucking, that's what that was.

Once again, his hot breath cut through the crispy Monaco night air coming from the opened window of her bedroom. He had her handcuffed to the bed side and legs wrapped around his toned torso. He was driving her crazy, not letting her stay on top this time, robbing her of the pleasure of watching him submit to her moves and direction. He watched attentively, making sure he changed his tempo whenever she was about to climax. She was not one to enjoy delayed gradification, not when this obnoxious idiot was watching her and having fun with it. One thing he had to admit was that she was fucking hot, mainly in the way how she able to carry herself around. From the first moment he had the misfortune to see her in person, it had been the one thought unable to leave his mind. What did she look like when she was just about to come? Was she the one to make any sounds? Did she like it rough or soft? Would she be able to dominate him? During the day, he let his frustrations out verbally, during the night he thrusted into her as if there was no tomorrow. Like a drug addict getting his hit. She was even more mad at him when he was fucking her. Because it was just so good. They had the same rhythm and their bodies spoke in a language no one would have understood anyway. So she just surrendered. It drove her crazy, not being on the top. He licked and bit her nipples and did forbidden things - like stopped fucking her out of nowhere and buried his head in her waist, slowly twisting his tongue around her clit. When he felt like she adjusted to that, he continued back with thrusting in her. He moved so fast that she started get dizzy from the motion, the heavenly kind of dizzy. Lando watched her like and animal would observe his prey. Not often did he manage to get completely under his control, but tonight was one of the precious days he'd be recalling in the shower days after. He delayed his own orgasm for as long as he could, but there was a point where he just gave in and released him into the condom. There was always a hint of disappointment in the joyous moment. His darkest wish was to have her walk the day after with his cum dripping out of her. She was his little work slut, his nemesis, his Vegas girl.

Y/N never wanted to cuddle afterwards. She appreciated that Lando always swiftly got up and left without a word. Because what if he had spoken, what if the oxytocin started flowing in and she'd loose her guard and get herself in even bigger of a mess than this little game was. She was the first female driver. There were things she had to prove to the world. Fucking one of the other drivers was not one of them.

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sparkle-d · 2 years

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waiting game | daniel ricciardo

pairing: daniel ricciardo x you

summary: in which you switch your phone with daniel's without knowing

tags: falling in love; chatting and messages; kind of enemies to friends to lovers

warnings: insecure reader; f!reader; dumb people

chapter: 3/?

(you: blue/ daniel: orange)

✧.* tag list: @bloodyvalentine93 @organasith @verstappens-hat @idkiwantchocolatee @landhoe @theplobnrgone @iamasimpingh0e @chiliwhore @buendiabebeta

chapter 3 - secret

You enter through your apartment‘s door and lean against it when you close it. You feel tired - more like drained - arriving home late at night. You had to use all of your social skills with these drivers that you usually aren’t close with. Max and Lando were one hundred per cent okay, but who kept messing out and annoying you was Daniel.

He noticed that you were a bit stiff around him, not really distressed about being in his presence, but he wanted to make you get used to being around him. Daniel made jokes with you, about you and your best friends, debated with you about the world's economy even though he didn’t say anything that made sense at all and you were sure he was describing the plot of Game of Thrones without noticing. He dared you to take some shots and you only did two and fooled him into thinking that you drank more than that.

Daniel was drunk and at some point you got comfortable with him. He made you laugh when he wasn’t being a pain in the ass and discussing with you about which racing movie was the best. Cars was the only option for the spot in your opinion.

“Listen up, the soundtrack is amazing, McQueen character development is amazing, his friendship with Mater is wholesome and in Cars Two there’s Lewis Hamilton, what’s better than that?”

You sound as drunk as Daniel when you start to state your points. Maybe being around him makes you as silly as him. You even stopped being so concerned about your surroundings while talking to him.

“The lack of a character based on me is what doesn’t make Cars better than Speed Racer.” Daniel answers you with a grin.

“Why would they put such an annoying character in their movie?” You smile at him sarcastically when he looks offended, feeling like you’re winning the discussion “Okay, Speed Racer is a good movie, but the cartoon is better. There’s no discussion here.”

“Exactly!” He shouts jumping from the couch “Now we are speaking the same language, cupcake.”

Without noticing, he steals another genuine smile from your face, turning it into a giggle.

Only when you left Max’s apartment, it’s when you realize how out of energy you were. Daniel got all of your attention and you didn’t notice that your phone had completely died out of battery too. You didn’t touch it during the whole night.

You groan as you head to your room, searching for your charger. You connect it to the energy and use your time to get ready to bed. It’s when you lay down that your phone lights up and comes back to life.

You watch the messages pop up on your screen and notice that your phone has been off for way too long.

buttercup said: daniel is so drunk

buttercup said: do we need to save her from him?

bubbles said: if she needs help she would’ve texted us about it

bubbles said: she’s just fine i bet

buttercup said: he’s telling her about his monaco win he loves to brag about it

bubbles said: he talks so much omg

bubbles said: we should wait until their conversation is over so we can leave

bubbles said: max is so wasted too

buttercup said: yeah

buttercup said: when she’s finished with daniel we can go

You slap your face almost too hard, because they could’ve saved you from the misery of listening to drunk Daniel, about things you didn’t care about because you were already annoyed about Daniel himself. But no, they decided to wait for you to come ask for help, as if they weren’t your best friends since forever and didn’t know when you were struggling with something.

blossom said: yes fuck face, i didn’t send you a bottle with a rescue message inside of it because my cell phone ran out of battery

blossom said: but i was asking for help with my eyes for you to save me from daniel

blossom said: i hate you two

After letting a snort out and closing your group chat with Pierre and Charles you go through your older notifications. There’s a couple of messages from your mysterious boy, and as you read the notifications, your face warms instantly. Your cheeks are red and your ears are so hot they even feel sensible to the touch.

You read again, making sure your eyes didn’t fool you.

hot stuff said: well

hot stuff said: i ahve a lingerie kink

hot stuff said: does thsi count as a screet?

Your phone is on top of your bed and you stare at it, your hands landing on your hips as you sit on the bed to take a breath. You try to think about what you would answer to hot stuff. You aren't very familiar with these kinds of things, but you probably have an idea of what a lingerie kink is, and just thinking about it makes your cheeks red again.

Hot stuff likes to see people in lingerie, right? Well, you don't understand it very much, but he probably doesn’t enjoy seeing EVERYONE in lingerie, only certain and specific people. People he has second intentions with. You can’t even think about this matter without almost bursting with only the thought of it.

You need to be very sure of yourself to agree to be only in lingeries in front of another person. It’s too vulnerable in your opinion.

You try to think about yourself showing a part of your body to someone else like that. Maybe your torso? Or your legs? Your chest? You couldn’t do it. No, no, no, no, no. Your body isn’t something you think others would like to see. Not even with beautiful lingerie on.

Would hot stuff be turned on if you showed up to him with lingerie?

No.

Jesus.

Scratch that.

You shake your head, because your mind is going in a certain direction you don't want to think off. You shouldn’t think about it because hot stuff isn’t even a close friend of yours, why would you jump into something else like this?

But… you wonder what is hot stuff’s type.

You look good in dark blue…

Before you can continue on thinking about things you shouldn’t, your phone lights up with a new message. Your heart rate increases without noticing, it could be anyone, but from where you are, you can kind of see the “hot stuff” stamped on the notification.

You watch it for a few seconds, when another notification pops up, startling you. You decide you should answer it, at least show hot stuff you're there and didn’t disappear after he said something like that.

hot stuff said: well sorry for these messages skdjfng i think this was a very intimate secret for me to share

hot stuff said: i’m really ashamed right now that i’ve come back to my normal senses. i was a bit drunk and

hot stuff said: i-

You let a soft laugh escape, you could imagine hot stuff getting nervous from telling you about his kink out of nowhere. If he’s as anxious as you, he’s totally freaking out at that moment.

ma fraise said: no worries! i found it amusing that i think i can totally imagine it being your preferences

You shake your head. Why would you imagine it being his preference? You don’t even think about these kinds of matters. You’re getting nervous too.

ma fraise said: but also it made me intrigued by it

ma fraise said: so that’s why i didn’t answer

ma fraise said: it had me thinking i guess

ma fraise said: are you still drunk?

You wait, but the answer doesn’t come very fast.

hot stuff said: what were you thinking exactly?

hot stuff said: no just took a shower and only embarrassment is left in my body

There’s two options here: you could simply end this conversation here and go to sleep, or you could answer hot stuff’s question. Even if you feel like this conversation is going in a different way than you imagined, you have nothing to lose here. It won’t hurt to chat a little with someone you enjoy the company of, after a horrible night.

ma fraise said: don’t worry we all get drunk sometimes xD

ma fraise said: well i was thinking about how different people are

ma fraise said: i tried to think about what makes that your kink, and i think i figured it out, but that’s a very strange concept for me

hot stuff said: why is it strange? i think it’s a very common kink

hot stuff said: i mean…

ma fraise said: it’s not a very common thing for me about enjoying people using lingerie

ma fraise said: actually i wouldn’t know if i enjoy or not because i never thought of it

ma fraise said: what’s the basic criteria for your kink?

hot stuff said: be someone i have an attraction for like any other kink i guess

hot stuff said: i don’t crave on seeing everyone using lingerie - don’t get me wrong

hot stuff said: binotto for example i, not in a million year, will want to see him wearing lingerie you know

hot stuff said: he’s not my type

You have a small smile on your face, because he mentioned someone he’s almost sure you know since you let out by accident that you’re a Ferrari fan. Sometimes you think that hot stuff is very caring in your friendship and you feel like you’re growing more and more into trusting and enjoying having his company with you.

Maybe switching your phone with a stranger wasn’t the worst thing after all.

hot stuff said: but you i would be interested in seeing

hot stuff said: even tho i have no idea what you look like

And you throw your phone away from you.

(prev chap // next chap)

#daniel ricciardo #f1 #daniel ricciardo fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x you #formula 1 #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo x you #abi #f1 fic #awriting #weird to put blossom as blue but it’s reader’s color ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#a little shorter but i hope it’s good!

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windsweptinred · 2 months

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Hey, had this image of Morpheus as a massive Raven hovering in the air behind Daniel in my head and thought you would maybe like it as well. Maybe I'll draw it one day but until then I've written it. Hope you enjoy this :)

The dark entity rises in front of Dream while he watches with neither anger nor fear only a hint of curiosity on his fine boyish features.

"Now Dreamlord what shall I do to you, after I’ve slayed your oh so loyal pet?" The entity gestures dismissively to the bloody body of the Corinthian lying on the ground. "You are just a child after all nothing like your predecessor. Not even worse a challenge, letting others fight your fights."

Dream’s lips twitch. "I apologize for the transgressions of my nightmare, he is sometimes a bit overeager." A short glance to the side confirms that said nightmare is already getting up again while cursing quite colorfully under his breath. "But if you rather want to measure yourself with my predecessor than me I can certainly ask him if he would be willing to do so. But I should warn you he won't be in the best mood. As far as I know, he had a date planned for this evening."

"What?" The entity frowns in confusion. Dream however closes his eyes and hums under his breath. The Corinthian has by now staggered to his lord's side complaining about his ruined suit. After a moment the new Dreamlord opens his eyes again and smiles a little bit brighter now. "He will be here shortly." The smile gets a little mean tilt. "I hope you don't mind his form though, he was indeed not pleased to be interrupted."

Before the entity can answer a strong wind sweeps over the area. Sand and little stones swirl around and lift into the air. The wind picks up more and more before a huge black shape dives out of the sky.

With one powerful beat of its massive wings, it stops short of touching the ground. Black as night it hovers behind the young man, making his white curls and clothes dance in the gust of its beating wings.

Dream smiles up at the monstrous raven, the stars in his eyes reflecting back at him from the dark ones of the beast.

"I'm sorry for the interruption of your evening but this guest here thought you would be a worthier challenge than me," the young man says with a beatific smile.

A deep rumbling scratching sound, a grotesque rendition of a chuckle, comes from the raven. "Then he must not know who he faces."

"It appears to be so. But perhaps he would like to compare, if you would like to join me?"

Again the rumbling scratching chuckle from the raven, "With pleasure. Let us show him the old and new terror of Nightmare. He may decide afterward which was more to his liking."

The Corinthian scoffed, "Sure you haven't gone soft in your retirement Morpheus?"

The raven turns his massive head towards the nightmare. "You are welcome to judge as well, little nightmare. Though I do not think this will take long." With that the raven turns to the entity in front of them. It seems to flinch when the dark eyes fix it in place. "Not long indeed. Shall we, my dear successor?"

"After you, Morpheus," the young man in white says, smile still on his soft lips, though as he turns to the entity, sharp teeth seem to glint behind them.

Just Morpheus and Daniel tag teaming and completely obliterating whoever thought to stand in their way. Morpheus would be so offended on Daniel's behalf here. How dare anyone think his successor would not be better than him.

Btw no idea what the situation with Morpheus here is, he is retired but can still visit the dreaming and be either nightmare or dream, really no idea, only had the image and no context XD

Anon this is glorious! I cannot express what an honour and delight it was to find this waiting in my ask box!

I love how you captured Daniel, the 'boyish' sweetness with something decidedly more sinister lurking beneath the surface. He's so assured in this and it's sublime. The way his challenger uses Morpheus as a goad, but Daniel just shrugs it off in a, 'Well, it's your funeral' kind of way. 😅

I absolutely adored the relationship between Morpheus and Daniel. I think so often, we (myself included) picture their relationship as an imbalanced mentor/ student or retired!human/Endless one. But here, they have such a fist bump, we got this moment. They've got a perfect equilibrium in power and relationship and I love it! And Morpheus being offended on Danny's behalf. My heart! 💖💖💖

And the Corinthian rushing in there like a protective attack dog. Even though he knows Dream can more then handle the situation. Because ofcourse he would. And I think I'm now going to have to offically headcanon Cori getting a cheeky one liner in about retirement/here's the old guard/OK boomer whenever he meets Morpheus. 🤣

Hmmm, I've always liked to picture the relationship between Daniel and retired! Morpheus being more fluid. Almost a ying yang in that they have a little of each other in them. There's no saying Morpheus can't still tap into a little Endless in the Dreaming, while Daniel can tap into a little humanity in the Waking. Especially in regards to your fic, I love to think the links not entirely severed.

Once again thank you so much for this! I can't express how happy I was to read it. If you ever do illustrate it, please let me know!

#dream of the endless #morpheus #daniel hall #the corinthian #the sandman #Fic rec #Cause it's heartwarmingly perfect #Asks #Anon I was definitely picturing my own ships while reading this #But if you'd like any particular ones tagging #Just let me know

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merv606 · 3 months

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Puritanverse: Poor newlywed Daniel gets criticized soundly by an Omega elder at Church for tempting his Alpha husband, and therefore making him display so much physical affection to him in public. The hand holding, the tight holds, the kisses.

“Do you want other Alphas to think poorly of your husband because of you? This behavior is unseemly, both in public and private. If you tempt your Alpha like this in public, it makes me shudder to think of your behavior with him in private. Have some restraint!”

Which makes Daniel worried and and frightened sad that he has brought shame upon his Alpha, and offended the Lord in the process—and which makes him shy away from Terry when they are out in public, but also shy away from him in private. Avoiding even the most simple of touches.

Which concerns Terry as to why his normally sweet and affectionate Omega is suddenly keeping him at bay, and why he is so aloof as of late…

They’re at market, holding hands as they walk through the crowds that are just starting to gather.

They come earlier than most.

Terry has a firm grasp on the hand tucked in his, and sometimes it moves to Daniel’s wrist or upper arm.

Warning off any alpha who should have the wrong idea that his little mate was available.

Even though he’s showing, his appeal now is even greater than before.

Daniel is talking to an older beta woman manning a stand selling various spices.

Terry has staff for this but it makes his little mate happy.

To be out and about, talking to the vendors and people around him that seem to flock to him.

Picking out ingredients for supper tonight.

Although he doesn’t technically have the duties some omegas have, not needing to lift a finger really, he insists on cooking for them, and Terry finds he cannot deny his little omega anything he wants.

Not that smutty but long under the cut

Longing glances as they approach a flower stand, Daniel stopping to smell the various ones.

He has quite the green thumb, this little mate, and the gardens around their house for which Terry gave him free rein have never been better.

Although as the small bump he’s sporting continues to grow he will have to accept more of the gardener’s help.

“Would you like them?” Terry asks, a hand on the small of his back.

His little omega never asks for things - something Terry is working on.

He nods, daring a small kiss to the alpha’s cheek, which he has to lean down to accept, and they leave with the bouquets they can carry - Terry will have someone pick up the rest.

Once home he watches his little mate busy himself with getting ingredients out for baking, once he has arranged the flowers in various vases around the house.

Daniel loves the smell of cookies as it fills the house, and although Terry doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth, they never last long with all the staff that he can share them with.

Today though, they have a different intended audience. There is a bake sale at the church and Daniel’s cookies are always highly sought after. They are always the highest money maker.

Terry steals kisses where he can, and a few handfuls of supple flesh before he’s playfully being pushed away and remanded, spoon up and pointed in Terry’s direction.

After that he starts supper, some new casserole dish he saw in his omega magazines he loves so much. Various ones about how to keep home and a happy husband, how to be a good omega and mate, and more recently, on having pups.

Putting the food in oven, Terry comes up behind him, resting his hands on the small swell of Daniel’s stomach, his hands covering it entirely.

“Will it take long?” He asks.

“A few hours - I’ll check it in a bit.”

The still have a cook - his little omega had suffered on and off with sickness in his pregnancy and sometimes tires in the afternoon.

“Are you hungry? I can make you something now to tide you over.”

He had been remiss in his duties if his alpha is.

“Oh I’m hungry all right,” he says grabbing his little mate by the waist and turning him, opening his shirt to reveal the slowly hardening nipples, puffier than normal, as their child grows inside.

Daniel blushes. He had given himself to his husband this morning, but it seems it’s never enough for his alpha, who himself, while older than Daniel, is still young and virile himself, and Terry ends up having him there in the kitchen. Terryon his knees, face buried in Daniel’s omegan cunt, before burning himself in there, Daniel flat on his back on the table, his legs spread wide on his husband’s broad shoulders.

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Terry stays away from the chittering omegas for most of the bake sale, talking to the other alphas he knows.

As predicted, Daniel’s goods sell out first, and Terry remarks wistfully that there is nothing left for him to buy and take home, before taking his mate’s lips in a kiss.

“Guess taking you home will have to do.”

Daniel’s face burns bright red, at both the innuendo and the kiss, which, turned out anything but chaste.

“I’d prefer to eat you anyway,” he whispers and now his face is scarlet.

An older omega walks by, tsking and Terry doesn’t recognize her from Daniel’s usual group he surrounds himself with.

He sees his little mate shrink back a bit and wonders what drama went down in the weird world of omega politics.

She had waited until he was alone. The little group of omegas he surrounds himself with are protective of him.

She had spat vitriol at him, insulting him and Terry before finally adding, “and some propriety. That outfit shows your bump. No one needs to know you and your alpha had relations and are with his child - that is hidden.”

Daniel looks down - he doesn’t think the outfit is inappropriate.

Terry had picked this out after all - as he does all of Daniel’s outfit. He likes to show off that he has gotten his mate with child so quickly - a source of great pride.

It had taken on their wedding night after all, the first time Daniel had an alpha inside him, the first time he was filled with his husband’s seed.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you still were having relations,” she had continued, “even though everyone knows a good and proper omega only receives their husband for the purpose of having a child.”

They head home, and something comes up that requires Terry’s attention and he sees his mate again at supper.

However, after, when Daniel has served him his nightly drink of scotch, he goes to pull him in his lap, and the little omega softly admits he wishes to head up to bed.

“Are you tired?” Terry asks. He did a lot today, and yesterday, preparing for the sale, and did not take a nap. He may be exhausted.

He nods and Terry kisses his cheek, walking him up to bed, helping him in.

When he finally joins his mate in slumber, he gathers him in his arms, Daniel’s back to his chest, hand going to rest on the curve of his stomach.

His little mate, still sound asleep, snuggles back, sighing contentedly.

The next morning is a different story though.

It’s not as though he’s avoiding Terry, but he seems to be avoiding Terry’s touch.

His little omega had been shy when the, so far, small changes to his body had started, but Terry had assured him how much he loves him like this, and how he can’t wait for more.

He wonders though, if he’s discomforted - aches and pains would be normal - he is growing Terry’s child safe inside. Terry has a masseuse and whatever else he may need on call but if he needs to call for the doctor ….

“Are you feeling okay?”

“Or course.”

Maybe it’s his hormones. Terry lets him be - seeing how receptive he will be come afternoon.

Afternoon though, seems to not be much better and his little mate seems sad almost.

This goes on for a few days before Terry hits his limit.

It was also not lost on Terry that the little omega has taken to wearing his old shirts which Terry loves, although it swims on him concealing the form and bump under it - seeing him in his clothes drives Terry crazy.

The wearing Terry’s old shirts is normal, the scent of his alpha calms him, but it’s only normal around the house.

When out, Terry prefers that Daniel wear something which highlights the current state he’s in. Daniel knows this, yet still he is there, in an oversized shirt, waiting for Terry to take him to the market.

“Why are you denying me little one?” He asks gently.

Daniel looks on the verge of tears.

“If something is wrong,” he lays a hand on the small swell. “If you feel unwell.”

“Nothing is wrong alpha.”

And that’s another thing. While he loves being called alpha while Daniel is in the throes of passion, in their day to day he usually refers to Terry by his name.

“I am worried,” Terry starts, “of your behaviour these last few days.”

“I don’t mean to worry you, I ….” he starts to sob now. “It seems no matter what I do my behaviour is unacceptable.” He sobs harder.

At a loss for what that means, he’s never reprimanded his omega for his behaviour. Why would he have to? In Terry’s eyes, it is impeccable.

“Come now,” he gathers his omega in his arms rubbing comforting circles on his back.

Once in the safety of his alpha’s arms, the story comes out and if his little omega wasn’t so upset, Terry would find it humorous.

“I’ve been a bad mate. I didn’t mean to bring you shame.” The crying starts over again.

Terry sighs, having a feeling this is to do with the mysterious reaction at the bake sale. He’ll get what a happened out of his little mate, at any rate.

“You,” he stress as he takes his mate’s chin in his hand, forcing Daniel to look at him, “are anything but. You could never be a bad mate and you do not bring me shame. Only pride at having such a lovely mate.”

Red rimmed eyes stare at him.

“You are everything I want. Everything I didn’t know I needed. Everything I didn’t know I was missing.”

“I like holding hands when we are out,” Daniel admits, like it’s some great scandalous secret. “I didn’t know I was tempting you.”

Terry has to stifle a laugh at that one. The little omega is so very tempting that is true but, Terry’s behaviour towards the omega in public is innocent at best, only truly skirting the edges of propriety once or twice.

If he could, he’d take Daniel in front of everyone, show them how good he gives it to his mate; how he begs and pleads for the alpha’s touch.

“I am your alpha, am I not?”

“Of course,” he agrees, fiercely.

“And I and I alone know what is best.”

“Of course sir. I do not doubt this,” he says indignant now.

That little spark of attitude tells Terry he’s coming around.

“Well, these touches are because I want to - because it shows everyone who you belong to.”

“So It’s not me tempting you?”

“Oh you tempt me,” he leers obnoxiously, and it has the desired effect, his omega giggling, “but touching you in any manner brings me joy.”

A hand on his face now and he is pleased when the little omega leans into it, like a cat being petted.

“Besides, touching you, having you, are my husbandly rights. My god given right as your alpha.”

“What were our vows?”

“To honour and obey you, sir.”

“That’s right, and what is your number one job?

Daniel lays a hand on his stomach.

Terry smiles, “and after that?”

“Be a good omega and mate.”

“And …” Terry prompts, “how do you do that?”

“By keeping you satisfied.”

“And how do you satisfy me?”

He blushes, unable now to answer, but it’s from embarrassment now. The innocent act, although genuine is down regards, he is still naive in the true depths of Terry’s desire, and the things he has yet to be introduced to, drives Terry wild because he knows once Daniel’s on his cock, bouncing like some wanton cock slut, he goes from coy and innocent to whore almost instantly.

That he can be fucked so dirty but unable to speak the words.

“This keeps me satisfied,” he answers for him, a chase kiss to the lips while he hands drops down to rest where his special omega place is, just beyond the fabric of his clothes, although he doesn’t try to put his hand inside.

“You fulfilling your marital duties is being a good mate.”

He beams as the alpha wipes away the tears.

“From now on I want you to tell me things as soon as they bother you little one. It pains me to see you so distressed, and it isn’t good for the baby,” he adds.

Daniel looks horrified now, but Terry cuts that off.

“Now now, I never meant it like that,” and the omega relaxes, snuggling into his alpha’s embrace.

“Actually,” he announces, “from now on, you shall be telling me all the conversations you have at these things.”

“Yes, alpha.”

Daniel wonder if there isn’t any problem his alpha can’t solve.

A hand works up under the large shirt finding a plump nipple, and the omega whimpers.

“And you’ll be a good omega for me and spread for me now?”

Terry brings his omega’s hand down to his cock, hard under his pants.

“That is because of you after all …. For being so tempting,” he winks.

Daniel blushes but, looks at Terry through lowered lashes.

“Of course, Sir. Whatever pleases you. I wish to be a good mate for you,” he says as he takes the shirt off, standing in only his underwear; Terry’s handiwork on full display.

Daniel does please his mate, several times over that afternoon alone, making up for lost time.

#ask #I got an ask 🤩#cobra kai #daniel larusso #karate kid #terry silver #silverusso #silverrusso #I need a puritan verse

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International Incident Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Offended, Lando turns back to Daniel with his signature frown, "I don't want a pity win!"

"Then why are you offended Max wouldn't give you one?" Danny asked with his eye brow raised.

Sputtering, Lando answered, "that's not what I meant. I just want to know that he would help me the same way he would help you!"

"So you think your relationship with Max is the same as mine then?" Danny tilted his head to side, scrutinizing Lando, trying to figure out what he really wanted.

Meanwhile, Max continued to make his way around the room. He had visited Pierre first and quickly continued onto Alex, who was in the center of the "problem solver" group. Alex was talking adamantly, and Max kept looking around the room at the other people as if trying to convey his annoyance at having to wait. But he did wait. Even though he didn't like it, Max clearly recognized that what Alex was saying was more important than his truth or dare game. Once Alex paused, Max quickly spoke at him, then Carlos across, and continued swiftly on his way to Checo. Alex and Carlos looked incredibly confused as they watched Max continue his path. After a quick comment to Checo, Max started back to Danny and Lando, and it seemed clear about what was happening. Alex and Carlos shook their heads and turned their attention back to George, who appeared to have the floor now.

"There!" Max declared triumphantly, as he sat back next to Daniel and Lando on the floor. "I completed your silly dare Lando."

"That wasn't my dare," Lando grumbled.

Max ignored Lando's comment and asked his the question, "truth or dare?"

Lando was suspicious and took a moment to decide. "Truth," he answered, narrowing his eyesat Max. "At least then I don't need to get up." He leaned back against Danny, moving beyond their earlier conversation.

Max considered his options. "If you were stuck with 1 of your teammates for the rest of your life, like not just as a teammate, but roommate, friend, whatever, who would you choose? F1 teammate," he clarified quickly learning from Daniel's earlier suggestion.

Lando put his hand on Danny's kneecap and started rubbing his nail back and forth. "That's a hard one." Danny squeezed his knees on either side of Lando's body, as if assuring him any answer is fine. "So, I love Danny of course," Lando answered carefully, lifting his hand to wave it around. "I wouldn't mind him being in my life forever. I wouldn't want to force him to come back to McLaren though. I'm not sure how your little hypothetical, or whatever, world works but I couldn't do that to him. Oscar is fine. I don't quite want to commit to life with him yet. Of course Carlos is my good friend but I don't know about living with him." Lando looks up at Max and asks, "did you know Carlos is a neat freak? Like, he complains about my house when he comes over and he doesn't even have to live there."

"I complain about your mess too, mate," Max reminds him. "You're kind of a slob sometimes."

"I'm not a slob!" Lando exclaims to Danny's laugh. "I know where things are. I just don't always want to put them there!" Max just states at him, obviously in disagreement. "Whatever," Lando mutters. He turns back to look at Danny's face. "Do you think I'm a slob?" He looks vulnerable.

Danny can't help but smile. "I would never call you a slob," he says with a sweet smile. "I would, however, want you to keep your crap to your room if we lived together."

Rather than respond to the intended poke, Lando asks, "moving in?" with raised eyebrows.

Danny chuckes softly and says, "you tell me. This is your hypothetical truth."

Lando sits back against Danny's chest again. "OK, you can move in in my hypothetical truth," Lando decides.

"Like that's a surprise," Max mutters.

"What?! Why did you ask if you already decided the answer?" Lando asks.

Max shrugs. "Thought you might say something interesting. You didn't."

"Jerk," Lando responds, dropping his head down on Danny's shoulder.

"Also, notice that you havent asked how long you need to sit in between Daniel's legs. Comfy?" Max asks with a careful eye on Lando's newly crimson face.

"I just assumed to the end of the game," Lando said softly, raising his shoulder in an attempt at nonchalance. He changed the subject by asking, "think the smart guys have a plan yet? You were over there, Max. What did you hear?"

"Alex was talking about money and paying them off. They haven't asked for money yet but he suggested that we offer an amount and see what they say. George disagrees but I didn't stay to hear why."

"I hope we can get out of here soon. This sucks. I just want to go home now," Lando said despondent. His eyes roamed the room to see how everyone was coping. Danny slipped his arms around Lando's waist and squeezed, offering what support he could.

"They want something and once the FIA agrees to it, we'll be free to go home. I'm sure we won't race now. Sucks for the fans but we'll be ok."

A movement in the middle of the room drew everyone's attention. George stood on a folding chair and waved his hands around. He yelled, "hey, everyone. We are going to do a vote." He motioned for everyone to come to the center of the room around him while most of the drivers just stared.

"Get down from there!" Alex exclaimed, clearly exasperated, grabbing at George's wrist. He then turned to the room and said, in a much more appropriate voice, "we have an idea and we need your input. Please."

Lando sighed as Danny gently pressed on his back. "Guess your dare is done bear, let's go see what the smart people think we should do."

#dando #maxiel #drabble #daniel ricciardo #Still figuring this out

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My RL Sims-Story (18+)

CW: addiction

Okay, I was fucked! That night was the last straw. At least for my parents! My dad had enough of me and my lies, so he kicked me out!

While Ana and I were away, having fun with D. & Jacob, my dad found out some things about me. He had already tried yesterday, to call my doc from the addiction clinic. He told the doctor that my mom found drugs in my room & that I’m with a drug addict, but my drug tests have always been negative, so how can this be? And tonight, my dad got a recall from the addiction clinic. My doc told him that I just stopped coming and that he was worried too, which is why he called my dad back now! But more, like my findings...he may not tell him! I am of legal age!

When Ana and I got home, my parents were waiting for us/me. Ana said goodbye to Jacob and went in. But I wanted to sneak into my room with Daniel, to spend the night with him. Yea, I know, this wasn’t smart of me! For this I had to leave my home!.....I didn’t know exactly where to go??? But Daniel of course took me to his place. Where else would I have gone? 🤷‍♀️ I couldn’t go to Sandra anymore, because she told me off and I was angry with her. Maybe I could go to my grandparents, but I was so ashamed! 😕

This whole damn situation was so embarrassing! Agh, and Ana! 🤦‍♀️ 😟 Saying goodbye to my sister, broke my heart! I don’t want to write about it now, 😢 but you’ll see anyway later. The rest is under the cut!

Dad (to me): Where have you been all night? 😠 You shouldn’t have left your room! Can’t you do what you’re asked to do?

Me: NO, hell! I can’t! And I don’t want it either! Every time I come home, I have to be afraid, that you are going for me! I have enough of it!

Dad: You lied to us for weeks, and you don’t go to the addiction clinic anymore. You don’t give a shit! You keep frakking up, and I am officially sick of it! 😠

Mom (to me): What’s he doing here? 🤨 I told you, you can’t be with him anymore, you’re both addicts!

Me: Daniel doesn’t give me drugs! I really don’t need him for that! So stop it! He’s not to blame for my fucking situation! I relapsed before I met him!

Mom: But you and him, you cannot stay together! That just doesn’t work! So you will never stop this shit! 😠

Daniel: I can quitt I’ve done it before and I can do it again! And I’ll show A. how, she can do it too. It’s not too late for her.

Mom: Um.... sorry D., I don’t want to offend you. I mean, I see, you’re a nice guy and maybe you can even do it, but not with her! And you’re not the one, who can help her! Help yourself by staying away from her! Trust me, I know my daughter! This is not the first time! Exactly this situation we had a few months ago. 🤦‍♀️

Me: Yea, because you always want to tell me who I can be with and who not! Always something bothers you about everyone! No matter who I was with. Just stop it! 😩 I don’t listen to you anyway!

Dad: No, I’m not discussing anymore! Get out of here! 😠 You are no longer welcome! You want it the hard way? Fine! I want you to go, A. !

Me: You kicking me out? 😦

Dad: Yeah! I think you’ll never learn it any other way.

Mom: No! That’s exactly what you did last year!

Dad: No, I’ve had enough! You’re leaving right now A.! I don’t care if you go to Daniel or anyone else! Out here!

Daniel: Are you doing this just because she’s with me? What if I can’t let her live with me? Do you know what will happen to her? 😦

Dad: Just fuck off, man! I don’t care if she lives with you or anyone else!

Me: Come on, Daniel! Let’s go, he’s insane! 😨 You don’t know him! You can’t talk to him when he’s like this!

Ana: No, A.! Don’t go! Please! 😟

Me: I have no choice! 😔

Ana: Then I’ll come with you!

Mom: No, Ana! Stop it! You’re just making it worse! I’ll get your sister back! 😢

Dad: If you don’t like it, Ana, you know where the door is! You’re both totally disrespectful! You guys screwed up even though I warned you so many times! So don’t you dare interfere again like last time!

Me (to Ana): I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll come when he’s not home to pick up my stuff.

Ana: Ok...😢

I left out a lot, because you know the story. They said that I did the same thing last year and bla, bla, bla..But well, for my parents, it always looked like it was my fault. Sure, I wasn’t innocent and I did a lot of shit, but I never wanted to run away voluntarily, there were always reasons for that. Agh,yea. It was complicated, you know.

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Ranking Skam remakes based off of ✨issues✨ I had with them part 2.

Lmao like everyone hated when I did this like 2 years ago so here’s the updated version.

Ps. This is in no way shape or form meant to offend anyone or anything because at the end of the day it's just my opinion and it really isn’t that relevant. So if you think I have no idea what I’m talking abt, it is what it is.

I was going to finish this like 4 months ago, but I completely forgot it existed and I’m terribly lazy. Anyways…I love italia. Sorry.

7. Skam France 🇫🇷

Um where do I start? I feel like personally the show fell off around the 5th season and has just been unsuccessfully trying to regain that ✨je ne sais quoi✨that it used to have.

The character writing was also extremely inconsistent and I’ve never shyed away from calling out the writing for drastically changing characters to fit the current storyline.

Imane’s character was extremely underdeveloped in my opinion and her season felt more of an obligation than it did a desired project. There are so many sides to being Muslim in France nowadays and they opted out on giving a quite generic view on that.

All in all this show still feels very forced. The new generation especially. They’ve darkened the show a lot which I’m not opposed to, but they don’t always execute it very well.

6. Austin 🇺🇸

The amount of hate I got the first time around for criticizing the show…eek.

The show in my opinion, maybe it was just me but it felt awkward. And not in a cute charming way like the OG, but in a it felt weird to watch way. Maybe it’s cuz I’m used to typical American shows and this one was an American show trying a European narrative but still making it American. I don’t know.

The chemistry was atrocious. I’m really sorry. But Grace and Daniel were cute but their chemistry was kind of weak. Not to mention the girl squad? They sometimes hardly felt like “best friends” at all, but I wanna give props to Jo for being the glue of the group.

Zoya was boring. There was no depth to her character. I won’t blame the acting because I feel like the actress did what she was told to do. Her character just felt out of place. She came off colder than Sana and we never got a chance to see her grow all that much.

I really didn’t like Kacey. I know that’s the point, but the other Vilde remakes were all bearable, some of them are even my favourite characters but Kacey?? Gosh no.

Last point but how dare they cancel it before Shay’s season? She would’ve been the first wlw main representation but that fell through and instead we got Cris from Espana (no tea no shade, I would’ve just liked seeing a fellow gay black woman become a main)

5. Wtfock 🇧🇪

Now let me tell you something, it hurts putting Wtfock here but I have to. She’s my favourite remake but she’s also very iffy.

Kato. I won’t even elaborate because you ALL already know.

The little racist comments in the show that would go unpunished or not talked about unless Yasmina stood up for pocs??

Zoë as much as I loved her, was really annoying towards the end. She was constantly contradicting her earlier unchanging morals. The writers made her somewhat unlikeable tbh.

JANA???? Where did she go?? Why was she replaced by a literal racist??

The whole “Blonde Ambition” name sounds like something my black ass would steer clear of and yet people couldn’t fathom how Yasmina was very uncomfortable around them??

Yasmina’s entire season irritated me because instead of focusing on the actual Islamophobia present they decided Yasmina’s the one being sensitive and she has to forgive her very ignorant white friends.

Moyo went from being the most disliked character, to a somewhat decent guy and then to the victim of a toxic toxic relationship, to an idiot, and then back to one of the most disliked characters simply because the writers f*cked up really bad.

And I’ll die on the hill that if anything season 4 should’ve been about Noor.

Fuck Britt. Like truly. How is she the antagonist in three separate seasons and people still wanted to be her friend?? En tout cas c’est pas mon problème 🙄

4. Skam NL 🇳🇱

Ok hear me out, this remake was crazy unique and super aesthetically pleasing but take away all the jazz and it’s quite plain.

There are major plot holes that to this day I can’t wrap my head around. Like where did Jaden come from? No one explained what happened to Imaan? Though I love her, why add Ezra? It felt very weird to replace her like that.

Kes man you’re gorgeous but you’re an absolute fucking idiot. Isa deserved better from the get go.

Noah is such a random character, like I get it, but I don’t. He’s dreamy and artsy and witty but what else??? He was so bland it made him and Liv’s relationship fall short for me personally.

I don’t know, at the end of the day, this remake is like that super cute girl that’s always really social over text but when you first start talking in person she’s really really dry and it just kills the mood for you.

3. España 🇪🇸

Personally, it’s not my favourite but I can’t say it wasn’t one of the better executed remakes.

I don’t necessarily have anything bad to say except for maybe the dragging out of the Nora and Alejandro storyline. I completely understand why they changed Nora’s season but most skam fans love the second season because it highlights their relationship but instead we got breadcrumbs and then bam they were together and then they weren’t? I do like the change but I still feel like because of how long it took, it wasn’t as impactful. But again, Nora’s season was baller.

2. Druck 🇩🇪

The fandom is a very interesting place. Very “we want pocs, we want lgbtq+ rep” which I love but guys, don’t hate on a character cuz they’re straight and white. Like I get Mailin is annoying like 90% of the time but she’s a very realistic character and changing her to be perfect wouldnt make any sense.

Constantin?? He’s like the toxic make equivalent to Britt and no, I don’t want to hear any Constantin apologists cuz he’s honestly so rude and condescending and just an all around mean person and I can’t fathom why people constantly forgive him? Like I understand people go through stuff, but he’s just rude to almost everyone and says such stupid stuff.

Though I love Sascha, Isi was a horrible friend to him and they should’ve had to deal with those consequences longer because they put Sascha through a lot and he deserves better. Also, the season was super rushed and so we never really got to see the depths of their relationships.

Mia and Alex had amazing chemistry but gosh those kisses were hard to watch. They had zero chemistry when it came to romantic scenes but they were amazing to watch when they were just being themselves, talking and bantering.

The music is over the top. Like why is there Doja Cat in almost every episode and what happened to the songs that correlated to the plot?? I get the whole staying current thing but pls whyyyyy?

#skam remakes #skam austin #skam italia #skam españa #wtfock #druck #skam france #skam nl

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✨Galaxy Anon ✨ here!

Oh no no no viví no worries. The funny thing is I actually sent you my responses before you posted that so it’s all good. No worries viví!

Viví No!

Viví no you got it all wrong. I’m just blunt as hell you didn’t offend me or anything. Sorry if it came across that way, I just say it more like a mindless thought kinda way, so like I said you didn’t offend me. Hey no worries, if you want to put more context it’s fine, I like to hear your thoughts so go nuts. No worries viví I never detected malice out of it at all and I get your concern as well, it is true as well people spend things that they really don’t need as well. I never thought you said your friends in a bad light as well so please don’t apologize. I see more points to each argument. This is how my brain works I’m not kidding.

It is a great show and the characters are so intriguing and the villains are actually fun to watch not to mention I love how sometimes it isn’t afraid to be itself. So I definitely do recommend watching it. Thanks! I hope it works out for you or find a way to watch the shows! You will definitely especially season 2. The brain is a interesting thing.

Oh no worries me neither. I only know some of my hero academia since I used to be obsessed with it and only know fnaf since I was very interested in the lore and also thought security breach looked interesting. Though I mostly stay for the fanfics lol. Ahh so basically a scam. Well that sucks.

Well guess I have to another person to nag you about it as well. Yes like I don’t want to be forced to kill someone even if there dead and not to mention I wouldn’t be able to have a normal life again and be able to appreciate things like silence and music without fearing a zombie can eat my brains.

I have been listening to these songs

Colors- Halsey

The Horse and The Infant- Jose Rivera- Herrans

Haircut- From Mulan

Enemy- Imagine Dragons

Don’t You Dare- Daniel Pemberton

Love is Gone-Slander

Here are the ones I hear lost right now. Funny enough colors I found yesterday while finding a gravity falls song comic

I mean ay least there nice about it. Huh well something new I learn everyday. I definitely I feel that, I don’t want to hear happy music when I’m sad so sad music it is. Honestly I think sad music I hear regardless since it’s so catchy and everyone thinks I’m depressed sometimes because of it when I’m just vibing lol.

Unfortunately no. We can always ask a server to take over a table if it’s too much or get a manager but I rather go for the first even if I rarely do it since at least they do something about it. The manager either says I’m right but to basically let the customer win or rarely actually more confronts them and stand there ground. I would love to kick people out but I’m sure that’s against the rules for my job but I have to check that.

No worries sweet viví anything for you!

In all honesty unless you want to be the manager angry, get people against you instead of leaving you alone or even get fired you really can’t. Yeah it sucks and it’s sad they don’t realize I ask for way less help from them but honestly I rather still have a job. I mean one of my co workers hit fired for yelling at our main boss about them telling her she can leave at a certain time but still kept her on even when she said she couldn’t. So yeah it won’t be good for me if I do. I have to play the role of the sickly sweet I need to tell you something but in a way that strokes your ego kinda tone. The manager who yelled is always about rules and how everything is supposed to be when honestly no one follows them half the time. She can be too strict sometimes.

There are more but one of them actually wasn’t about me. One of my coworkers was talking to someone about how if he actually had a son who said there were transgender he would disown them because the child should accept who they are and he has a son not a daughter and I was shocked. And yes he is known for joking but even this I know he wasn’t joking and even if he was that would be disgusting to joke about. As much as I was surprised he said that honestly it shouldn’t have. He is a dead beat dad and talks shit about his baby mama so yeah he’s not good news. And he’s in his early twenties I believe you think he be more accepting.

Whew, okay, good! But still I'm happy to hear from you! 💕

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Okay, good! Sometimes, text can be confusing cause there is no real tone with it. If it was more private, then I might give note context, but I don't want to air out things like that even though I wouldn't share names. Thank you, though, dear.

I'll keep you updated on my adventure and let you know what I think! Oh! I'm excited 😊

I was, too. I may or may not have a small collection of Dabi and Hawks merch 👀. I've been in and out of the FNAF fandom. Since i couldn't get the games, I always watched Markiplier play the new games and occasional lore video. However, that was the extent and stopped paying attention after sister location. Now I'm interested and again trying to piece it all together again. Yeah, pretty much the only cool thing you can get is wacky earrings.

EXACTLY also not to mention I'm sorry to be graphic, but the pain of them tearing you part if caught or just being bitten knowing there was no cure. Aaaaaahhhh

I know colors and enemy (colors remind me of Joseph just saying) I'm definitely gonna have to listen to the others. Also, with music, I'm gonna give you a sneak peek into some upcoming fics.

Love Game - Lady Gaga

Burn for you -Barlow and Bear

Mary on a Cross - Ghost (kate sent in the lyrics, and it's been in my head)

Everybody wants to rule the world - Tears For Fears

Colors is such a good song, tho 👀

ME TOO, my sister is always asking if I'm okay and yeah with no care in the world. Let me tell you sad songs, which is where I get a lot of my angst prompts. Like I'm coming up with one with Dimitri from fire emblem.

I'm sure it is because all workplaces are on the side of the customers cause they are what brings in the money. If they started getting kicked for an attitude, they would lose money. So they would rather lose the worker. I don't like it.

God, that sounds terrible. I'm so sorry, dear. I hope it either gets better for you or you find a better job that doesn't treat you like that.

Oh that shit makes my blood fucking boil. I hate people who think like that. My real father has that line of thinking, and it's one of the many reasons why im glad I cut him off.

#vivi talks #galaxy anon

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After I missed last week, I can finally present another one-shot for this week's off-season winter sports fandom challenge. The subject was:

“you just disappeared” 😰

This fic is about Daniel's 19th place in dh at the Swiss Championships last spring.

Not that easy

rating: E (only the beginning) pairing: Daniel Yule/Justin Murisier characters: Daniel Yule, Justin Murisier, Niels Hintermann, Gilles Roulin length: 2'100 words

A warm sun rose over the breath-taking mountain sides and turned the old, withered snow into crystals for one last time before it would die and make way for spring. The lakes lay calm and serene at the bottom of the long valley, surrounded by dark green firs in all shapes and forms. The view from the understatedly luxurious hotel was spectacular but neither of the occupants cared about that at the moment.

"Fuck…" Daniel swore breathlessly just as Justin's arms buckled and his whole body convulsed around Daniel's cock. His fingers left deep marks in Justin's hips, he pushed in one last time, and followed his boyfriend over the edge. They lay for a long time afterwards, their bodies tangled up with the rumpled sheets and each other, until their breathing came steady again, and the sheen of sweat on their skin had dried.

Daniel was the first to speak. "By the way, I'm sorry."

Justin lay on his stomach with his eyes closed, and his hands buried under the pillow. He hummed softly while Daniel stroked his skin, from the nape of his neck down to the dried streaks of cum between his legs. "Sorry for what?" he asked drowsily, enjoying the few remaining minutes they had together.

"For using up all your energy. I've read it's bad for men to have sex before a sports competition. Something about losing tension in the body and what not."

Justin snorted softly. "As if! This body's as ready as ever." Finally he opened his eyes to look at Daniel's wide grin. "Also I let you do most of the work for once…"

"For once!" Daniel exclaimed.

"…and a little sex isn't going to wreck me anyway," Justin finished.

Daniel thought for a moment. "I'm not sure if I'm not supposed to be offended right now."

Justin smiled. "I have no idea why."

Daniel snorted, and leant closer until he could kiss Justin. "You're lucky your pretty face makes me overlook your insult against my game."

"I would never dare to insult you!" Justin smiled, and with a soft groan rolled over. Slowly he traipsed through the dimly illuminated room, and pulled the drapes apart. Daniel sighed as the bright sunshine burst in, and he rubbed his eyes. The crisp wind from outside cut the stuffy air apart, and Justin shuddered as the last remains of sleepiness left him. He combed through his suitcase, collecting new clothes and his toiletry bag while Daniel observed him from the bed.

"Do you think I'd make a good downhill-racer?"

Justin laughed. "You?"

"Hey!" Daniel exclaimed, smashing his fists down into the mattress. "That's the second time today that you're insulting me. I haven't even left the bed yet!"

Justin kept laughing, and sat down on Daniel's side of the bed for another drawn-out kiss. "Your game is unmatched, and I'll have to scrape together my last reserves for today's race," he then said, and smiled down at Daniel. "And I'm actually not sure it'll be enough. But, and I say this with all my love, you would be the worst downhill-skier. Of all times!"

Daniel tried to pout but could not keep his smile down. "I don't see why."

"Because you think too much," Justin answered matter-of-factly, and kissed him again. "For you, the gates need to be close together, they need to approach so fast that they override your big, neurotic brain and force you to act on instinct. If you tried downhill, you'd fall into an existential crisis between every gate, wondering if you're approaching it wrong, and if you should have chosen another line."

Daniel rolled his eyes as Justin gave him one last smack on the lips. "I still think I should have signed-up for today's race."

Justin stood up, and walked towards the bathroom. "Then who would be my pretty arm-candy, waiting for me with a glass of white wine behind the finish line?"

“Oh, so that is all I am to you?” Daniel shouted as the door to the bathroom fell shut.

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Compared to the races of the world cup, the Swiss Championship was more akin to a party than a race, a chance to catch up with old friends, and bid each other goodbye before the long summer began. It was also a possibility to try new things, or old, which is why Justin had signed up for every race from downhill to slalom. The cog railway leading to the finish area was stuffed to the brim with athletes and spectators and tourists. Slowly they sputtered upwards, leaving the suspiciously understated chalets of St. Moritz’s sunny side behind.

“Everything okay with him?” Gilles asked Justin, and jerked his head towards the window.

“I can hear you,” Daniel answered without lifting his head from the scratched surface, and kept staring morosely out into the splotchy brown-white world.

A gaggle of junior athletes was crammed together in he middle, the patch on their lapels revealing them to be from Berne, and watched the spectacle with wide eyes and burning cheeks.

“And?” Niels piped up from the other end of the cabin when Daniel did not continue.

“He regrets not signing up for the race,” Justin explained.

Gilles laughed. “You?”

Daniel huffed. “You downhill-pricks really think you’re God’s gift to skiing, don’t you?”

Gilles grinned, and high-fived Niels over a forest of skis and helmets. “Of course.”

The railway slowed to a crawl, and softly arrived at the mountain station. The doors opened, and the people inside swarmed out as if chased. Justin and Daniel followed at the end, neither in a hurry.

“Okay, important things first!” Justin announced, put his skis against the railing, and eyed the patio of the restaurant overlooking the finish area.

“No!” Daniel interrupted him, and eyed him sternly. “No way!”

Justin turned around. “What?”

“You will not have any wine before the race.”

“But…” Justin began but Daniel stepped to him, and interrupted him with a kiss.

“You have to promise me that you’ll win this bloody race!” he explained. “You can’t let these pricks win!”

Justin’s brows furrowed. “Daniel, it’s not that easy…”

“Promise me!” Daniel insisted.

Justin sighed, and gave Daniel’s kiss back. “I promise,” he smiled. “For you!”

Satisfied, Daniel nodded. “Very good. Then I’ll go prepare for my arm-candy-duty.”

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The audience cheered and clapped, the announcer yelled into the microphone, yet it was one voice in particular that boomed above all else. Justin raised his fists high, and yelled into the warm spring day above St. Moritz. Daniel was still hollering as he ran towards Justin through the soft, heavy snow, and jumped into his arms.

“Oh, so I wasn’t allowed wine, but you were?” Justin laughed while Daniel clung hard around his neck.

“You’re the best!” Daniel answered, cupping his behelmeted-face between his hands. His eyes gleamed, not just from joy. “You’re allowed everything you want today.”

Justin’s laughter turned into a grin. “Am I, now?”

“Careful!” Daniel warned. “I’m not sober enough to be the sensible one of us.” Yet he let go of Justin, and they made their way back to the restaurant. They had barely toasted to Justin’s Championship though, when Niels ruined the party.

“Come on!” Justin yelled, though it drowned in the rest of the cheers. Niels gave a little bow towards the patio, and Justin laughed, raising his glass in return.

“I’m sorry,” he said to Daniel as he sat down again, putting one arm around his shoulder. “I really wanted to avenge you.”

Daniel smiled at him. “I know you did.” He picked up the bottle of wine standing between them, and gave it a tentative shake.

“You know what?” Justin said, and gave him a kiss. “The next one’s on me. As an plea for forgiveness.” With that he stood up, and made his way towards the bar. The patio was crowded with spectators, friends and competitors, and with every step he had to greet people left and right. When he finally managed his way back, Niels had long since changed out of his race suit, and a dozen other racers had arrived. The group of juniors from Berne sat at the table next to the one where Justin had left Daniel, and which now lay abandoned. Justin tapped a young guy on the shoulder. The boy blushed furiously when he recognised Justin.

“Did he say where he went?” Justin asked, and pointed at Daniel’s empty chair. The boy looked at him completely confused. For a second Justin wondered if he had spoken French, then the boy pointed somewhere towards the finish line.

“Great, thanks,” Justin muttered, and squeezed through the masses of people again. He walked the length of the area without bumping into Daniel, and his confusion grew to uneasiness. He tried calling him but nobody answered the phone, which, actually, was not that unusual for Daniel. He asked around without but received nothing but shrugs and shoulder claps.

“Did you see Dani?” he asked Niels as he strolled past.

Niels frowned. “Wasn’t he getting drunk at the bar with you?”

Justin rolled his eyes, and hurried on, now pushing and shoving his way through the people until he finally arrived at the table with his jacket and helmet again. Still, there was no sign of Daniel, and Justin tore his hand through his hair as he tried to choke back an ugly mixture of anger and desperation.

“Everything okay?” Gilles asked as he ambled past, a bottle of beer in his hand, a pair of sunglasses over his eyes, and another on his head.

“Do you know where Daniel went?”

Gilles frowned, and shrugged. “I thought he was drinking with you.”

“No, he’s not!” Justin shouted; not that anyone bothered to listen. Gilles shook his head, and continued on his walk.

Justin’s patience was running out, and when someone tapped him on the shoulder, he whirled around. “What?” he barked at the junior with the flag of Bern on his jacket lapel from the next table.

“Ehm…you wanted to know where Daniel Yule is?”

“Yes!” Justin exclaimed. “And you helped shit-all, thanks.”

The boy blushed again, even more than the first time around. “I’m sorry,” Justin muttered, and rubbed his eyes. “It’s just a strange day.”

“I wanted to tell you but you ran off before I could,” the boy managed. “He went to your skis.”

“But I was there,” Justin shot back. “And…” He pressed his lips together, and forced himself to breath through the nose. The boy frowned at him, clearly waiting for something. Inwardly, Justin choked back the choice words that came to his mind about Bernese speed.

“And then?” he eventually managed, calm and collected.

The boy shrugged. “I also wanted to tell you that the group from Geneva had a spare number because one of theirs broke his foot yesterday.”

Justin waited but apparently the boy thought he had told enough, and an uncomfortable silence stretched between them until Justin realised: “What?” he shrieked, and looked upwards towards the slope. “He…?”

“He should come next. Or the one after that,” the boy explained, and turned towards his friends again. Justin did not care, he ran towards the finish line again.

The slope had long since turned into a wet slurry, with deep craters around the gates. It was a death trap for the ankles of experienced downhill-racers. For Daniel…

Justin did not dare finish the thought. He tried to get the attention of the officials loitering around right at the finish line but it was too late. Justin’s breath hitched as the next racer shot around the curve, and jumped into the last flank.

“Oh my god,” he groaned as he stared at Daniel bouncing through the ditches and holes in the slope, flinching every time his shoulders swiped a gate and the skis turned direction. He jumped the railing just as Daniel crossed the finish line, and barely came to a stop before the rubber fences caging the finish.

“Are you out of your mind?” he hollered as he ran towards Daniel. “What did you think you’re doing? You just disappeared!”

Daniel could not answer, he was still too busy getting enough air into his lungs. Justin did not give him any time anyway, and shook him by the shoulders. “You didn’t warm up, you didn’t inspect the course, you…”

The kiss was rough and tumultuous, teeth on teeth, and hot breath on Justin’s skin, sucking the anger out of him until only the fear shaking his heart remained.

“You idiot,” Justin scolded Daniel when they broke apart. “Don’t ever do that again!”

Daniel smiled. “You’re right.”

Justin sighed. “About what?”

“Downhill is only for people who don't think too much."

"Hey!"

#osws fandom challenge #justiel #justin murisier #daniel yule #rpf #text #mine #alpine skiing

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cutielatias · 10 months

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funny me and ana starting to remember some school memories, very random, but this days i was remembering of a situation that happen on school too (idk in each year/semester),i remember i was in the bathroom (you know, to change to the P.E clothes)as usual i always was the last person to left the bathroom and i remember that then appear some girls, i don't remember very well but somehow the girls thought that i had already left the bathroom, and i overheard they conversation and the moment that the girls thought that i left the bathroom, some of the girls said "imagine if she (me) was like the carrie the stranger, like, she is all shy and quiet but she's actually demoniac"(it was something like that)sounds silly, i know, but i felt a little hurt/sad by thoses words on the time (cuz the girl that said that, was a girl that i treat nice, like, i never was mean to her or something, but even with that she thought as me as someone that could be a freak/creepier)i remember just hearing that and waiting till the girl and her friends left, then i was alone in the bathroom, and by a moment my anger apper,and i thought mentally "humpf,carrie the stranger, i will show they the carrie the stranger💢",of course,i did nothing,but i felt very betrayed on that day, how dare the person compares me to that😒, not cool

The only thing "nice/cool" about I being "like" this Carrie would be cuz i would share the same power as daniel😑(only that)

I hope i don't sound too angry on this post cuz (how do i explain) like, i does felt a little offended but at the same time i kinda don't care, idk nowadays i don't care😒 (and who knows, maybe the girl didn't meant to offend, though is not a cool comparasion😑)i think feel more offended cuz is a Stephen King story/character😅

#How dare the person compare me to that😤💢i feel offended i don't like this Stephen King stories😒#and no its not because is a horror its not cuz is gore or heavy is not any of that i just don't like it(even i don't know why)#Me complaining about the girls comparing me with something creep being that i was acting literally like a ghost overhearing them😅...#Without they notice #random things #personal

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rolling-restart · 11 months

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Hellooooo I'm back ☂️(finally lol) and I read the latest chapter of desecration on a long bus trip the other day and did take some unhinged notes in my notes app that I will now try to put together into English sentences hehe. I hope you're doing good:)

Look, first of all, you know how much I adore that work as a whole and every chapter is fascinating to me in different ways. Well, I don't always find time and above all, the energy to spam your inbox lately but I will do that with ch23 now :)

Let's talk about the absolute blast of a phone call between Nico and Seb. I laughed .-. no, I in fact, giggled at this scene - not because I'm weird (ok maybe I am) but because it just makes so much sense. This built up tension, Seb being Seb. My notes just say;

I didn’t scream at him. It was just…” “Just what?” -> FACEPALM.

You sent him like that, without informing him fully when he needed it the most-” “Now don’t you fucking dare twist it. I didn’t tell him because I respected George’s privacy.” -> FACEPALM AGAIN!! Seb is way too busy TRYING to do everything right for fucking everyone involved, he doesn't even get what he's really doing, does he? "He doesn’t need public humiliation" SCOFF, YES, Sure.

I love that. It's so *character have flaws* but in a *I am trying my best* way I can't describe. I totally went into this scene expecting them to have a bit of an argument of course and I really like your way of telling it.

He felt somehow unresponsive against the baggage Nico just casually decided to spill over except for the burning shame rising in his chest.

I loveeee this part so much. He doesn't want to burden- He doesn't want to breach privacy- He doesn't want to hurt- He wants to do this right RIGHT. Maybe it's overcompensating for the things he's said and done in the past, maybe it's just who he is in general.

He didn’t know what he expected and he knew he was supposed to feel relieved. He couldn’t dive into the past because it was just too shameful to remember things he spent so long justifying.

HM YES YES YES. You sure know how to get your characters to think. UHHH. Your sentences always hit. Sure, he's got flaws and maybe he does realise now he's selfish but aren't we all? It's so raw and I think that's why I'm always at the edge of my seat for this story. Everyone's feelings are so valid and you could spend a lot of time looking at things from different perspectives here which I adore a lot.

SECOND OF ALL, Mick and Daniel conversation - very nice indeed. The frustration that is building up in Mick is so tangible, I was almost getting into the same mood even though I know the whole picture with George and Daniel and Toto.

And Daniel worries about George again of course, ahh.

My notes only stated this if I'm being honest here:

“That’s what you all keep saying and honestly I started to get sick of it.” -> Exactly, THE WATER IS RISING. BEWARE OF OVERFLOWING PEOPLE.

Daniel’s mind seemed to be somewhere else after Mick’s last point about George. -> Story 🤝 connecting dots 👀 I am watching.

It really is getting frussssstraaaating

sksss okay.

I should move over to GALEX wouuuhhh.

How shall I start this? I think the reaction my mind produced when reading this paragraph sksss.

Was he really thinking that he was so deep that there was no reason to try climbing up? Would an act of progress, one step in the right direction make a difference?

Okay phew. 😃 LET'S GO. YES I'll be your cheerleader Georgie 😩

It was all thinking from Alex’s point of view, of course.

Oh. Oh? OH!! 😳

According to George, eating wouldn’t be a step in the right direction. He was already abandoned, scarred beyond belief and there was indeed no way to climb back up.

AH the intrusive bad horrible terrible thoughts have arrived. Yeh yeah try to tell that to yourself, George!

Nevertheless what Alex thought mattered to him, somehow. It could be pride, it could be caring but even if he died, he wanted to die without offending Alex. It was pointless because nothing actually mattered in that case but George still couldn’t let go of that crumb of dignity he had somewhere inside him.

I totally view this as some weird ass progress in the right direction. I know it's not the healthy way to look at things. Of course not. But I cannot help but feel like it's so important that George has these feelings about Alex, a lifeline somehow.

Even though we go back to this:

The disappointment of the sincere people who cared about him felt even worse. That wasn’t the most horrifying part, though. If Alex reacted to him like this, he didn’t want to think of the occasion he had to face everyone else who cared about him. That was something he couldn’t handle.

After facing the meal. There's so muchhhhh in this scene it hurts my brain in a good way. Alex is being such an amazing friend I would've shed a tear if I hadn't been in public.

AND of course, speaking of handling disappointment - WE have to talk about thisssssss:

Here it was, the anticipated expression of disappointment written all over Alex’s face. George almost felt relief. It was familiar, known. It wasn’t like whatever the hell happened in his brain only seconds ago.

Ahh it hurts to see him welcoming it like an old friend when simultaneously he doesn't want to see the disappointment on ALEX. He doesn't want to disappoint ALEX 😭 This inner chaos is so real and so sad.

Oh. and you know what made my heart break?

Something pooled in his chest, so long gone so forgotten. Yet it was quite short-lived when George started to feel very uneasy with the search for a familiar action.

Not knowing how to handle praise after the disappointment became his most loyal emotion. This is so wow. I kept thinking about this part of the chapter and it's so awesome how you manage to make him doubt his own reality and thoughts and it's so conflicting and I took my time processing it while reading. SO much in these few thousand words. You really cannot miss any sentence hehe.

Now now now, THE END???? Excuseee meeee.

“Do you want to live or do you want to die?”

George scoffed and a choked voice came out of his throat.

“Because if you want to die, there is nothing I can do for you.”

I was in my whole oh-my-George-oh-my-Alex-oh-my-feeeeelinggs phase already and this quote you used gave me the rest. Okay I don't mean to sound dramatic, I'm fine over here but wow how dare you be so good with words ahhh.

It was really BOOM HERE! HERE IS THE TRUTH George! Take it or leave it - I can only do so much.

THE FEELS. I won't even attempt to translate my notes for this part.

I still appreciate reading this so so much. ❤️❤️❤️

Oh god, this is such a good, comprehensive and mind-blowing message!! Thank you so much. I was going to keep it in my inbox until I started working on desecration again but here we are. Sebastian's phone call with Nico was supposed to be one long facepalm just to reiterate how terrible Seb become when he panicked! And also, in my plan, everyone's sins will be spilt onto the floor and there will be a reckoning for the smallest of the offences. Sebastian is just seeing his portion. Also him trying to do everything right in an environment where everyone has to compromise was bound to blow but I really want to see it spelt out for him! He might be trying his best but he is still selfish and he will face a reckoning for every bit of wrong he did. Yes, everyone's feelings are valid but Seb's Orwellian double-think where he is a saint somewhere and the complete villain in the other will bite him in the ass.

Mick is a very key person here. He is a much better person than all the oldies. He is very willing to help but he also has the agency of mobilising people, unlike Alex. George might be uneasy with Alex but he would be less embarrassed with Mick because they are not as close. If he only knew, Mick would be the key to everything but he is deliberately kept in the dark at the cost of stopping the bad people from hurting the vulnerable. Even though Daniel has good intentions as well, he lacks organisational thinking over his own worries and insecurities regarding being the saviour.

Galex, oh Galex... I really didn't want to use emotional ransom regarding Alex's intervention and I still feel like I can do without it but the recovery is supposed to be ugly and testing for both of them. George's self-preservation instincts are non-existent so he has to be coerced into saving himself by outside force at this point. The recovery can follow this fucked up route but it sure will be bumpy and it all depends on how much of a bad guy Alex is willing to be in this scenario. Honestly, unlike many people, I have very little sympathy for George and I am not planning to make things easier for him. And if Alex wants to join the ride, things will be difficult for him as well. George doesn't care about anything but the remnants of his dignity and the love he has for his dear ones. Will this be enough to save him? The fact that the people who care about him don't know the severity of the issue, will it drive them to be more tough on George and have the opposite of the desired effect. Honestly, I know Alex is the step in the right direction for George but he is not all of the solution.

Thank you so much for your insights, it really was very useful for me to rethink the last chapter! I am glad you enjoyed it and decided to drop a comment!

#☂️#answered asks #desecration: gr/tw fic #nsfw.

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princeofgod-2021 · 1 year

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LIGHT OF LIFE 344

John 1:4

TOO LATE 7 – BUT WHY? 4

Eze 14:19-20 “Or SUPPOSE I WERE TO SEND A PLAGUE INTO THAT LAND, AND POUR OUT MY RAGE ON IT WITH BLOODSHED, killing both people and animals. EVEN IF NOAH, DANIEL, AND JOB WERE IN IT, AS SURELY AS I LIVE, DECLARES THE SOVEREIGN LORD, THEY COULD NOT SAVE THEIR OWN SON OR DAUGHTER; THEY WOULD SAVE ONLY THEIR OWN LIVES BY THEIR RIGHTEOUSNESS. NET

We continue to look into why God could close the door of mercy and shut His ears to some person’s cries.

Please note that I am not trying to defend God here; he is unquestionable in all ways.

Isa 45:9-10 DOES A CLAY POT DARE ARGUE WITH ITS MAKER, a pot that is like all the others? DOES THE CLAY ASK THE POTTER WHAT HE IS DOING? DOES THE POT COMPLAIN THAT ITS MAKER HAS NO SKILL? Do we dare say to our parents, "WHY DID YOU MAKE ME LIKE THIS?". GNB

But our God is upright in Justice and Judgment; everything He does is with sound reason.

Deu 32:4 He is the Rock; HIS WORK IS PERFECT. FOR ALL HIS WAYS ARE JUST, a God of faithfulness, and WITHOUT EVIL; JUST AND UPRIGHT IS HE. MKJV

“All His ways are just” implies that there are standards of judgment and rule to all He does.

This thence brings us to the 6th point as to why His Mercy can cease.

6. LESSON TO THE WICKED – It’s a “Scapegoat Mode”, where someone will have to be “chosen” to suffer severely and serve as a grim lesson to other possible offenders.

Isa 26:10 EVEN IF YOU ARE KIND TO THE EVIL-DOER, HE WILL NOT GO AFTER RIGHTEOUSNESS; even in the land of the upright he will still go on in his wrongdoing, and will not see the glory of the Lord. BBE

There was this French Atheist called Voltaire. God truck him with a dementing and grievous experience and vision of hell, and no prayer could save him.

Nobody could help him as he screamed for days on his death bed till he died. From his screams, you could hear the description of hell’s horrors.

He could only serve as a warning to all other Atheists alive then.

Act 5:9-11 Then Peter said, "Why did the two of you agree to test the Lord's Spirit? The men who buried Ananias are by the door, and they will carry you out!" At once she fell at Peter's feet and died. When the young men came back in, they found Sapphira lying there dead. So they carried her out and buried her beside her husband. THE CHURCH MEMBERS WERE AFRAID, AND SO WAS EVERYONE ELSE WHO HEARD WHAT HAD HAPPENED. CEV

Notice that Ananias and Saphirra never had the chance to respond after they were found out.

Like David, they probably would have asked for mercy over their lies, but no room was given for that.

But everyone there, learned to fear God for His swift judgment, and to stay away from sin.

Pro 14:27 The fear of the Lord is a fountain of life, by which one may be turned from the nets of death. BBE

The big question now is: who gets to become the Scapegoat and what is the reason for that choice?

Exo 9:13 And Jehovah said to Moses, Rise up early in the morning, and stand before Pharaoh, and say to him, So says Jehovah, the God of the Hebrews, Let My people go, so that they may serve Me…For now I will stretch out My hand, that I may strike you and your people with plagues, and you shall be cut off from the earth. And for this I have made you stand, to make you see My power, to declare My name in all the land. MKJV

God was about to deal with Egypt and show the world His great name and Power, so this Pharoah was chosen.

We could say then that he was the incumbent king then, so his choice was inevitable.

Exo 1:8,11 THEN, A NEW KING, WHO KNEW NOTHING ABOUT JOSEPH, CAME TO POWER IN EGYPT… SO THE EGYPTIANS PUT SLAVE DRIVERS OVER THEM TO CRUSH THEIR SPIRITS WITH HARD LABOR. The Israelites built the cities of Pithom and Rameses to serve as supply centers for the king. GNB

What of in the case of Judas Iscariot?

If we insist that his Greed was his own undoing, do we agree that there were many greedy people in his time then?

So, why him in particular?

Could it also be because he happened to be the truly [acknowledged] greedy one amongst the 12 right then?

Mat 26:23-25 Jesus answered, "SOMEONE WHO HAS DIPPED HIS HAND INTO THE BOWL WITH ME WILL BETRAY ME. The Son of Man is going to die as the Scriptures say he will. BUT HOW HORRIBLE IT WILL BE FOR THAT PERSON WHO BETRAYS THE SON OF MAN. IT WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER FOR THAT PERSON IF HE HAD NEVER BEEN BORN." THEN JUDAS, WHO BETRAYED HIM, ASKED, "YOU DON'T MEAN ME, DO YOU, RABBI?" "YES, I DO," JESUS REPLIED. GW

Imagine the effrontery: Judas also asked if he was the one?

Well, just like Pharoah, God had “hardened” his heart and he wasn’t going to be remorseful till his deed was done; he’d been “chosen”.

Instead of prayers of mercy, like for Peter, Jesus only “encouraged” him to haste.

Joh 13:27 And after Judas took the piece of bread, SATAN ENTERED INTO HIM. Jesus said to him, “WHAT YOU ARE ABOUT TO DO, DO QUICKLY.” NET

I seriously pray for us all, may we never be given up as instruments of satan and may the door of God’s Mercies never close against us, in Jesus name.

Join us on Wednesday as we progress with this intriguing Subtopic.

Keep Shinning!

Brother Prince

Monday, April 24, 2023

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would you do headcanons for Laszlo,

On John Moore engagement party, Mistress!Reader was holding a fancy fan, walk around the palace, lots of people talking but there this person bump in the shoulder, Laszlo was apologize, they even introduce, get to know better.

i appreciate your writing and hope you have a great day

Thank you so much! I definitely don't write enough soft!Laszlo. Hope you guys enjoy!

Title: A Fresh Relationship

Daniel Brühl tag list: @anteroom-of-death

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @imjustassaneasyou, @spngingerbread21

You walked along the outskirts of the room, ignoring the looks that people gave you. You took a deep breath as you heard the whispers from the other ‘respectable’ people. You knew why you were receiving the stranger looks- how dare someone like you dare grace the presence of people like them. Didn’t you know your place in society?

You gaze across the room and made eye contact with John. From his facial expression he was clearly stuck in a boring conversation. However, his face lit up when he saw yours and he gave you a brief wink. The corner of your lip twitched and you looked away in embarrassment. It wouldn’t do John’s already frayed reputation away good to be seen with you. Not that people didn’t know of your past relationship already. You glanced down at your empty wine glass and grimaced. You turned on your heel, looking for a waiter, when you crashed into someone. You sighed internally before forcing yourself to turn on the charm.

“Excuse me,” you said with a fake smile, “I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

“The apology is all mine.” said the man and you stiffened at the voice

The smooth accent cut through the noise in the room. Your breath hitched and you had to remind yourself not to get attached to anyone. You had made a promise to John and you were comfortable now. Your future was now secure, you weren’t on the lookout for a rich husband (or just someone rich).

“Ah,” the man said, “You must be Miss l/n.”

You blinked at his voice and for the first time properly looked at him. He was undeniable handsome, incredibly so, and you found yourself regretting your promise to John. You gripped your fan tightly in your other hand as you realised who you must be speaking to.

“And you must be Doctor Kreizler.”

A flash of surprise crossed his face and you couldn’t help but smile.

“What’s the matter?” you asked, “Surprised that someone like me would know who someone like you is?”

“And what would you mean by ‘someone like you’?”

“Come now Doctor,” you gave him a cynical smile, “Don’t act like that. Pretending to be stupid is an incredibly unattractive trait.”

There was a spark in Doctor Kreizler’s eyes and you couldn’t help but be intrigued by him. You had heard John rant about him many times. How Laszlo was a genius, one of the most brilliant men he knew, but how he was also one of the most infuriating as well. You had to admit, you were curious to meet him and now you finally had.

“I did not mean to offend.”

“I never said I was offended,” you replied with a raised eyebrow, “I said you were being unattractive.”

“You think I am unattractive.”

“A handsome face does not equal an attractive personality.”

This earned you another amused look and you couldn’t help but return it with a genuine smile. Laszlo signalled to a waiter and you quickly grabbed a fresh glass of wine. You could feel John’s eyes on the back of your head but you didn’t care. Laszlo interested you unlike any other man and you wanted to get to know him more.

One thing was certainly clear- Laszlo, despite clearly knowing your reputation, didn’t care. He paid no attention to the looks and whispers the two of you received as you walked around the ballroom. By the end of the evening you were certain you were going to meet Doctor Laszlo Kreizler again and this time it was because you genuinely wanted to get to know him more.

You would have to thank John later.

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Unfaithful | Part Five

Series Summary: After dreaming of your perfect wedding since you were a little girl the big day is almost here. But after meeting the priest you start to question your relationship.

Pairing: Hot Priest x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2005

Warnings: angst, lots of angst, drunk priest, bad friend

A/N: Please be warned there will be some themes of toxic/abusive relationship in this series. Also, spelling and grammar is not my strongest skill so please be kind :)

Part Four | Masterlist

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I can’t sleep.

Half excited for my hen party, and half nervous for the talk I know I need to have with the priest.

I spend hours lying awake imagining how the conversation will go, all the possible outcomes. I must of drifted off some time in the early hours because I'm awakened at 9am by a text from Daniel:

‘You looked so peaceful when I left for work I didn’t want to disturb you. But I just realised that since I’m going straight out with the boys for my stag do later, the next time we see each other I’ll be in my suit and you’ll be in your dress walking down the aisle to me. I can’t wait. Enjoy the fundraiser and have and wonderful hen party tonight. I love you Mrs Davison xxx’

The text makes me smile, until I read the last sentence. ‘Mrs Davison’ send a panic rushing through me. This suddenly all feels very real. I’m getting married tomorrow. I take a deep breath. It’s fine. I'm fine. This is just pre-wedding nerves. Completely normal.

I take another deep breath and get out of bed.

— — — —

“Ah Y/N! You’re here” Pam greets me at the church doors and swiftly ushers me around the side of the building towards the church garden where the fundraiser has already started “We’ve got an emergency”

“What do you mean?” I reply as she leads me through crowds of people till we reach a table lined with various numbered prizes.

“Ruth was supposed to be running the raffle but she’s just called to say she can’t make it, ate something bad she thinks and now she can’t stop throwing up.”

I grimace slightly at the story but mostly I’m just wondering what any of this has to do with me…

“So if you wouldn’t mind taking over and running it for us that would be wonderful. Tickets are a pound each. Thank you!”

Before I can say anything she’s gone, rushing off to check the youth band are ready for their performance. I stand bewildered for a moment, looking around at the crowds until I spot the priest who is currently admiring cupcakes at the bakery stand and laughing about something. Suddenly he turns and locks eyes with me. His face drops, he stares at me like a deer in headlights. I give him a small smile, which he doesn’t return. My heart hurts.

“Excuse me, how much is a ticket?” Someone asks, forcing me to turn my attention away

“One pound”

“Can I get five please”

By the time I complete the transaction and look back to the bakery stand the priest is gone. I scan the crowd again, but there’s no sign of him.

An hour later I still don't know where he is. What I do know is I really need the loo. I ask the person on the stall next to me to watch the table while I head inside in search of the toilets, but when I enter the building I bump into someone.

It’s him.

“What are you doing here?” He asks

“Just trying to find the ladies room”

“I mean here, at this stupid event”

“Pam didn’t really give me a choice” I explain and he just looks irritated “I’m sorry, I didn’t realise I wasn’t welcome”

“I just wasn’t expecting to see you here today”

“Well here I am” I say dryly and there’s an awkward silence. I take a deep breath before I speak again “I actually wanted to talk to you… about what happened-”

“Nothing happened. We agreed”

“But it did happen, Father, we need to talk about it”

“Oh, fuck you calling me Father like it doesn’t turn you on just to say it”

My mouth drops open, dumbfounded by his comment. I shake my head slightly as I try and think of something to say.

“I know what you’ve been doing” he continues

“Please, enlighten me because I have no idea what you're talking about!”

“Playing the sweet, innocent girl. Making me like you, fall for you. Making me think that you needed saving from the douchebag boyfriend… Was any of it real? Was anything you said actually true?”

“I never lied to you” I almost whisper as he gets really close to my face, moving my hair off my cheek to study what’s left of the burn scars.

“Did he ever really hurt you? Or did you just make that up so I’d feel sorry for you”

“Fuck you!” I say through gritted teeth as I start to walk away, tears threatening to spill from my eyes. I stop and look back at him “You’re the one who told me you loved me, remember? That was you! If you regret it, that’s fine. There’s no need to be such a dick about it”

I turn and leave again, his final words repeating through my head as I walk away.

As I walk home I can’t stop the tears from coming as I replay the conversation in my head over and over again. Why is he being like this? How can he be so loving to me one day and so nasty a few days later? What changed?

I get home and go straight to bed. I wrap myself up in the duvet and try to push everything out of my mind so I can get in a quick nap before I have to get ready for my hen party. The last thing I feel like doing right now is going out celebrating, but I know there’s no way I could cancel.

Thank God there’s going to be alcohol there.

— — — —

“Bride’s turn! Truth or Dare?”

“Truth” I say happily, finishing off my third glass of wine.

“Okay… if you could have a free pass and choose any celebrity, who would you sleep with?”

The girls start whooping and laughing, but before I can even answer Tiffany cuts in.

“She won’t answer that, she’s far too vanilla”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask, slightly offended by her tone.

“Don't start Tiff” Eva rolls her eyes

“I’m not starting anything, I’m just telling the truth. She’s only ever had one boyfriend and she’s marrying him tomorrow. She lost her virginity to him and I bet you anything that they schedule the days in the week when they’ll go to bed and have boring missionary sex. Vanilla! She’s never even kissed another guy…”

Maybe it’s the alcohol in my system or the way she’s talking about me like I’m not here, but I can feel myself getting more and more irritated.

“Actually I have!” I speak up and she laughs.

“A kiss from your dad doesn’t count”

The room falls silent as everyone stops to watch my reaction. I can see from Tiffany’s face she instantly regrets her words. She knows how much I miss my dad, but it’s too late to take it back now.

“Well done Tiff” I hear Eva say as I walk away from the group. I head outside and take a deep breath of the fresh air. Looking up at the stars I find myself thinking of my parents and wishing they were here.

“I’m sorry” Tiffany’s voice makes me jump, I hadn’t realised she’d followed me outside and was now leaning against the wall next to me “that was a low blow, I shouldn’t have said that”

“It doesn’t matter” I mutter quietly

“It does! I should have thought about what I was saying… I just forgot”

“I forget too. So often I pick up my phone to call him and realise he won’t be on the other end. I would give anything for them to be here right now”

“I know, come here” she pulls me in for a hug, squeezing me tightly before leaning away to look me in the face “I’m sorry I called you vanilla”

“Maybe I am. You were right, I’ve only ever been with Daniel. Until this week he was the only man I’d ever kissed!”

“This week?” She pulls away completely and my heart drops as I realise what I’ve just said “You kissed someone? Who?”

“No I- I didn’t mean to say that”

“Its okay, you can tell me. We have been friends forever haven’t we?”

“I guess… but you can’t tell the others!”

“I won’t”

“Promise me Tiff!”

“I promise!”

I take a breath.

“I kissed the priest”

“What priest?” She replies blankly.

“THE Priest! The one who’s doing the wedding tomorrow!”

She stares at me blankly for a moment as she processes what I’ve just told her. I can almost see the cogs turning in her brain and suddenly the penny drops.

“OH MY GOD!”

“I know”

“Y/N!”

“I know!”

“Does Daniel know?”

“Of course not”

“You have to tell him!”

“Are you insane?! He’d go mad!”

“He deserves to know that his so called fiancé has been cheating on him”

“I haven’t been cheating on him, it was just one stupid drunken kiss”

“If it was ‘just a kiss’ why haven’t you told him?”

“Because-” I think about telling her the truth. That if I told him he’d get angry and most likely hurt me. But I don’t. “I just can’t”

“If you don’t, I will”

“No, Tiff please you can’t”

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t go there now and tell him” she says and stares at me as I silently stare back at her. When she begins to walk away I panic.

“Because he hurts me!” I finally admit, and she looks back at me confused “That’s why I’ve been too scared to tell him”

“No” she shakes her head “No he wouldn’t, he swore he’d never be like his dad”

“And he’s not. He’s not as bad as his father was, he just gets angry and sometimes he takes it out on me.” I explain but she’s still shaking her head in disbelief “a few days ago I had to go to the hospital because he burnt me” I pull the collar of my dress down to expose the burn scars on my neck “this is what’s left of him throwing boiling hot coffee in my face”

She looks from my neck to my face, sadness in her eyes as she processes everything. After a few moments she finally speaks.

“I won’t tell him”

“Thank you!” I breathe a sigh of relief

“But I also won’t be at the wedding tomorrow”

“Tiff, you're my maid of honour! My best friend! I need you”

“I can’t pretend to be happy for you, pretend that I agree with this marriage. I’m sorry”

“Tiff! Tiffany!” I call after her but she continues to walk away, hailing a passing taxi and disappearing into the night.

“Y/N? What happened? Where’s Tiff?” Eva asks, poking her head out the door and looking around.

“She’s gone” I say simply, turning to look at her “Guess I need a new maid of honour”

— — — —

The following morning goes by in a blur. The girls, minus Tiffany, stayed at my house over night while Daniel stayed at his mate’s house. I was awakened by the sounds of the girls running upstairs, screaming excitedly that “today is the day” as they jumped into my bed.

Once they’d calmed down we had all gone downstairs for a light breakfast before the girls began getting ready. Maybe it’s the constant sound of laughing and chatting, or maybe its the slight hangover from the night before but I suddenly feel the need to get out. I excuse myself and head outside to get some air, taking a seat on the front step of my house. I take a few deep breaths and allow my head to drop into my hands, my elbows propped up on my knees. A few seconds later I hear footsteps up the driveway and look up to see the priest.

“Hi” I say, unable to hide the confusion in my voice.

“can we talk?”

Final Chapter

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