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verstappensrealwife · 2 months

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Last Request - Fernando Alonso x Reader

Part 2/2 part 1 here. Angst. Fluff. Smut approx. 1900 words.

Warnings: Sex, P in V, oral (Fem receiving), swearing/cursing, drinking, being drunk

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You hadn't seen him since that night. Of course, you missed him, but you couldn't have him anymore. It had been almost 3 months and still he wouldn't get out of your head. You couldn't stop thinking about him. About the way he loved you, the way he held you, the way he listened to every word you spoke.

Your friends however, agreed you needed to move on- or at least get a rebound. You really weren't sure about leaving your bed, nor up for the idea of a cheap hook-up to distract you from the once love of your life, but you agreed to go out with them since you did need to get out your apartment for a little while.

You went to a club in the nearest city- well a few clubs- and after a few drinks you were officially feeling like yourself for the first time in months. You took shot after shot, drank a dozen glasses of aperol spritz, and by the end of the night ended up singing Dolly Parton to a whole club of people for karaoke.

Once you stumbled off the stage, giggling to yourself about the applause you were getting, you realised your friends had disappeared. Huffing, you walked outside the club and you pulled your phone out, hitting your friends caller ID and immediately hitting call.

After two rings she picked up. "F-Fiona? Hey Fi, where are you. I think I'm a bit lost," You hiccupped down the phone.

"Y/N?" A man said.

"Who- Who are you!" You shouted at the phone confrontationally. "Where is Fiona Harris, Mister."

"It's Fernando," He said. On the other side of the phone, he was lay in bed, at 1am. He- in all honesty- was hoping you'd called him purposely, to get back together, or to meet up for... things... He felt slight disappointment when he realised he wasn't who the call was meant for, but he didn't hang up, he wanted to hear your voice again. "Where are you?" He said, already getting out of bed and pulling the first clothes he could find, on.

"Where's Fernando- w-wait..." You laughed at yourself getting the names wrong, "Where is Fiona?"

"Where is Y/N?" He asked, already out the door.

"I am at the club!" You announced happily, "The one with the pretty flamingo on the sign."

Fernando knew, by such a small clue, "Don't move okay, my lo– Erm, I mean Y/N,"

"Okay mister man." You slurred, "Can you stay on the phone please mister man..." You asked, but then interrupted him and started talking about how much you really hated the club scene. He already knew every single thing you spoke about during the quick 10 minute drive.

When he got to the club, you were leaning against the brick walls of the club, still talking into the phone as it the receiving end of your call wasn't 10 feet infront of you. "O-Oh hey Fernando," You hiccupped, "What you doing here- hey!"

He picked you up and literally carried you to his car- to any passers by they would be inclined to think he was kidnapping you. Once you were settled in his passenger seat and fought your drunk hands from trying to grab at his face while he was trying to put a seatbelt on you, he drove you both to his home. "When did you get this car..." You asked, as you inebriatedly messed with the radio, dash board, and glove compartment.

"A few days after you broke up with me..."

"Oh- I don't like that answer... Make a new one please."

He chuckled, "A new one?" You nodded quickly and snapped your fingers for him to hurry up with his new answer. "Oh- Okay... I got it last week after a party."

You smiled and nodded. "Is it home time now?" you frowned confused.

When you got to his house, you already knew the procedure he'd make you do. He did it anytime you were drunk.

First, drink water, water and more water. Check.

Then brush teeth. Check.

Then, attempt, to wash your makeup off. Half check.

And finally, kiss him goodnight...

You stepped out the bathroom into the bedroom. He was stood stiffly with a pair of your old pyjamas in his hands and another bottle of water.

"You- You are so good." You slurred, "C-can you help me." You said as you struggled to unzip the back of your dress.

He nodded, putting the items on the bed and turning you around. His hands lingered a little long on your shoulders after pushing your hair from your back. He, slowly, dragged the silver zipper down to the bottom of your back. He shamelessly stared for a moment before turning around. "What you doing?" You asked, "Why you not looking... You've seen before?"

"I- I know I have I just don't want to intrude."

"You can intrude..."

"Not when you're drunk," He replied. You simply nodded- not that he could see- and began to dress into more appropriate clothes to sleep in.

After a few minutes, when you got into bed, he was about to leave when you stopped him quickly, "Don't leave baby..." You babbled, tiredly. Baby... "I trust you- sleep here."

"I- I don't think–"

"I think yes. Come please." You demanded.

He gave in. Lying stiff next to you. You wriggled towards him, giggling to yourself as you, in your eyes, sneakily got over to him and grabbed him. He melted at the touch of your hands on his stomach and your head on his chest. You both fell asleep quickly, it was the first full nights rest Fernando had gotten in a while. When you woke up, you had rolled over to the other side of the bed. Nothing out of the ordinary since you moved alot in your sleep.

He heard you groan under your breath as you were waking up, then a gasp. You sat up quickly and looked at Fernando next to you. "Oh my god." You mumbled. "Oh, my god, oh, my god." You repeated it a few times before Fernando shut you up.

"I didn't sleep with you, stop shouting it is early." He said, in that deep morning voice you always loved.

"Oh."

"You called me drunk about how you lost Fiona and whoever else,"

"That's absolutely humiliating." You mumbled, "S-so nothing happened? Nothing at all?"

He shook his head, "Only you tried to get naked for me so," He laughed, when you groaned in embarrassment. "Don't worry, I looked away..." He said, "You want me to make you breakfast?" He asked, before you could reply he interrupted himself, "N- no, never mind I'll get you an uber- stupid thing to ask..." He mumbled, taking his phone from the side table.

You quickly snatched his phone. He looked at you stunned. "You know how i like my pancakes," You smiled. He looked at you, almost with hope in his eyes. When you smiled at him he felt his heart burst open. He shot up out of bed.

"These will be the best pancakes you've ever tasted," He promised. You chuckled and watched as he ran out the room, then minutes later hearing a clatter in the kitchen. You rolled your eyes and ventured the house to find him.

There was a bowl on the floor, three forks and a spoon, as well as a cook book.

You stared at his back muscles, you won't lie. You didn't forget he slept shirtless. "How's the cooking going 'Nando?" You laughed, his heart skipped a beat. He spun around quickly with a nervous look on his face. He slowly shuffled to the side to reveal a mess of what looked more like cookie dough than pancake mix. "Need help?" You laughed at him, there was flour on his forehead and half an egg yolk on the counter. He nodded silently. You're smile was still on your face as your laugh died down. You stepped infront of him, first throwing whatever he had made away, then picking up the items from the floor and finally standing infront of him. "You have a little..." You pointed at his forehead, he tried to wipe it off and missed. Completely. You smiled and pressed your finger to his head, carefully wiping it off his skin. He stared at your face, eyes, nose, the few freckles on your cheeks and finally your lips. He couldn't help but imagine himself against them again.

"Kiss the cook, huh?" You chuckled.

"Huh?" He was pulled out of his trance. You pointed to his apron, "O-Oh yeah, Lance got it me... the same day we uh... yeah."

You nodded silently, you were between the counter and his body, you hadn't even realised until he got closer and you were against the cold slab of marble. His chest was rising and falling quickly, his eyes staring all over your face, lingering on your lips.

You pressed your hands on his chest, he took a step back, maybe it was too far.

That was what he thought until your hands gripped the fabric of the apron and pulled him back into you.

"Is this wrong?" You questioned him.

"How can this be wrong?" He replied.

"Kiss the cook?" You asked quietly. He was quick to pick you up and put you on the counter, pressing his lips onto yours, he stood between your legs and held you by the waist, while you hands held the back of his head. "God, I missed you," you sighed.

"Not as much as me, my love." he replied, his lips then immediately back on yours. The kiss was needy, wanting and longing for you for months.

You pulled the apron off his body, putting your hands on his bare chest, wrapping your legs around his waist before he pulled you off the counter and to the bedroom. You shrieked a giggle as he carried you through the house, his lips never leaving your neck, his lips tracing the skin, savouring the taste.

He let go of you as you got to the bed, "This is okay?" He checked, to which you nodded thoroughly.

He pulled your pyjamas off your body like it was an inconvenience to him. He crawled down the bed and pushed your legs apart, licking his lips before putting his head between your thighs, your hands instinctively grabbing at his hair, your heels digging into his back as his hands firmly held the flesh of your thighs.

After pulling 2 orgasms out of you he was lining his cock up with your entrance. You nodded as he looked at you once again for a go ahead. He pushed in slowly, dropping his head to your shoulder and groaning curses. He sped up after a moment, and you quickly became a wreck beneath him.

A whining, moaning, shaking, wreck.

"F-Fernando..." You whimper, "I- I'm going to..."

You don't even get the words out before you scream and spasm, everything tingling and throbbing as you tighten around him, bucking and thrashing, pleasure and heat flooding your entire body. He's quick to follow you, bottoming out inside of you before pulling out of you and rolling next to you. "Jesus." You say, before laughing a little. "That was probably the best sex I've ever had."

He nods in agreement, he's staring at you like you're God yourself. "S-So does this mean like-"

"If you'd like to, then yeah it does."

You barely finish what you're saying when he jumps back onto you and smothers you with kisses making you laugh hysterically. "I love you so so much, my love, I'm not letting you go again," He announces, before getting up, pulling a robe over himself and then going to the window of the bedroom before shouting out of it, "She's all mine!"

El fin.

hope this was enjoyable. first fic I've wrote for Tumblr. anywho.

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dear-ao3 · 5 months

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Can I ask for a translation on what happened in Vegas?

what didnt happen in vegas!

-carlos sainz ran over a drain cover that was not welded down 9 minutes into the first practice session. it ripped a hole through his car basically (he narrowly avoided getting royally and permanently fucked up by it) and he got a 10 place grid penalty for fixing said car

-toto wolff, the mercedes team principle, said very emphatically that carlos deserved this penalty. carlos did not in fact deserve this penalty because it was not remotely his fault.

-probably out of spite, carlos managed to finish the race above both mercedes cars

-back to practice 1, it was redflagged 9 minutes in after he crashed and it took nearly 7.5 hours for them to fix the track because they had to check all the other drain covers

-practice was already late to begin with and reportedly at 1am ish they kicked all the fans out who had bought tickets because it was "too late"

-tickets btw were over 1k USD

-practice two started sometime around 2am and didnt finish until nearly 4am

-yes, people were driving cars at over 200mph at 2 in the morning, jetlagged to hell and back. idc if you're a professional, that sounds dangerous

-the announcers were descending into madness the whole time and during practice two i think tried to talk about oceans 11 but fucked it up

-there was also the sphere. the sphere was relatively unhinged.

-the drivers didnt get back to their hotels until after the sun rose that day. and they had to race again that night

-oh also it was fucking freezing and when its freezing the cars don't work cause the tires don't warm up and the brakes don't warm up

-tires also warm up best on corners, high speed ones. the vegas track had mostly all low speed corners and really long straights. not ideal

-the pit lane exit was also smack in the middle of a really tight turn. which they would be exiting onto on cold tires with cold brakes.

-also the track looked like an upside down pig

-practice three was normal until the very end when alex albon crashed into the wall. no one was allowed to do practice starts because the session was red flagged and not resumed.

-the most notable thing to happen at qualifying was that both williams cars (which are basically tractors) managed to place p5 and p6 on the grid. especially interesting considering that logan sergeant has placed dead last in qualifying for the last several races.

-also both mclarens were at the bottom. this is not super relevant or particularly interesting but i was upset about it.

-ferrari went p1 (charles leclerc) and p2 (carlos sainz), but sainz had a 10 place grid penalty for fixing his car that had a literal hole through the bottom, so he started p12.

-weirdly, sir lewis hamilton and checo perez also started pretty far down the grid.

-anyway onto the race.

-there were so many safety cars. literally on the first lap the whole back half of the grid rammed into each other.

-then! terrifyingly! lando norris ran over a bump in the track on lap 3 or 4 i don't remember and spun several times before ramming into the wall. he sounded not ok on his radio but he got out of the car. eventually they ended up taking him to the hospital, he is quite fine but it was still a terrible crash

-his teammate, oscar piastri, seemly got possessed by someone or something, possibly lando himself, because he had a very impressive race until mclaren decided to use the worst tire strategy possible (as in, pit him in the last 10 laps to change his tires when this was largely avoidable by all accounts). he could have ended on the podium potentially if they hadn't fucked him up. still, he ended 10th and got the fastest lap and as a result the track record.

-there was also another episode of French Civil War at alpine when they told esteban ocon to stay behind his teammate, pierre gasley, and he said no !! and passed him for funzies

-charles leclerc also got possessed by something, possibly his own bad luck, because he managed to finish p2 after overtaking checo perez on the last lap.

-the same checo perez whos f1 career has been basically dead for half the season

-also lance stroll weirdly slayed

-despite starting high on the grid, both williams managed to finish out of the points

-surprisingly there were only 3 DNFs and 0 red flags

-this is surprising because of all the tire and brake issues that people thought there would be

-unsurprisingly max verstappen won. what was surprising was that he sang viva las vegas over his radio afterwards, especially surprising considering that he spent the whole weekend shitting on the race, saying that the track was terrible, he hated it, and that the fans should burn the place down for getting kicked out on practice 1 day and only getting a voucher in response

-related to that, the fans sued f1 over getting kicked out

-someone thought it was a good idea to put max charles and checo in the back of a rolls and film them driving to the podium. it was incredibly memey.

-there was definitely more that happened but this is all i can remember right now

#not a tag #from saph #f1 #las vegas gp 2023

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luova-lola · 1 year

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Dance of Death - Inspired by @cherrifire thoughts and feelings below!

i found @cherrifire's tongues and teeth animatic literally last night at like 1am and not even a full 24 hours later it has consumed my entire being. i've watched it 10 times. i've gone insane in the comments. it wasn't enough. here is a silly funny little redraw of one of the ending shots (you know the one) with some bonus angst for the fun of it. i'm obsessed

only on my last rewatch did i realize that grian's wings probably weren't fairy/pixy wings but i was already in too deep and obsessed with the idea. i took creative liberties bc i couldn't find any good back references so grain gets the silly open-back sweater like he deserves

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yourlocaltrashpandaa · 1 year

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Red son and monkey trio[Wukong, Macaque, and MK] that fall in love with mei's sister[reader lolz]?? (btw do you write for azure lion?)

A/n: I wasn’t planning on doing requests but I changed my mind when I saw this, it was hard to pass up. So thank you for this! And I don’t write for azure lion as of yet haven’t watched S4 yet. I’m waiting for the EN release

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Falling In Love With Mei’s Sister

{monkey trio + red son x mei’s sister!reader}

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Macaque

You met macaque around the same time MK did. You noticed that MK was acting strange and when you found out it was macaque, you went all dragon rage on him. He had to admit that you packed a punch {you literally punched him in the face}

You were a bit hotheaded “a bit” is an understatement, mei bet that you could level buildings if you wanted to with your power. So yeah you two dragon sisters were very different from each other. You, the serious one and mei, the loud and outgoing one.

Your power was what macaque took interest in. He saw you as more of victim to be manipulated than someone he’d eventually catch feelings for.

Yet when you finally got passed the ‘I want to punch you’ phase of your relationship, you thought he was a pretty cool guy.

When he finally got you to crack a smile and laugh at something he said. He was done for.

Monkie panic set in. He honestly didn’t know what to do. So, he ignored you. And you were pissed about it. You decided to let your petty side shine and ignore him back. Let’s just that it lasted for two weeks before you got sick of it and confronted him.

You were more sad than pissed when you found him you memorized his travel patterns you found that he stops at your place during the night at 1am every night

It was hard to admit why he was avoiding you when he did. You laughed not in a mean way though. You were just surprised that’s all it was. You could tell he was in love with you. Just by the way he looked at you. I mean you like him too and you told him so without much hesitation.

Macaque was kinda embarrassed but tried to play it cool. But you can bring a different side of him out and he loves you for it.

But let’s just say Mei wasn’t too happy about you and Macaque became a thing. She did come into your home without any heads-up. Caught you two on the couch cuddling. Sure Mei didn’t like macaque but she cared more about your happiness, it been awhile since she’s seen you smile

Mei did threaten Macaque, if he hurts you. He nods getting the message, like he’d hurt you even though that was his intention before he got to know you yet he didn’t dare to tell Mei

Sun Wukong

Wukong met you when you asked Mk to take you to Flower Fruit Mountain. One, because you wanted to meet Mk’s monkey mentor and two, you wanted a few training pointers.

Sun was surprised that you joined Mk and wanted some pointers from him of all people and not because you were fangirl like Mk

Of course Wukong took you up on your offer and trained you along with Mk that day. He surprised to learn that you were related to Mei. Honestly he should have known better.

“So are you and Mei like cousins or something?”

“No. She’s my kid sister.”

“Huh…”

Yeah, you were two years older than Mei. It kinda shocked Wukong a bit. That you were the older one you were a bit on the shorter side in Wukong’s words you were small but that doesn’t mean you were any less powerful.

Wukong liked sparring with you. He felt you were more on his level than Mk was. He’s asked you questions about it. You’d mostly answer with just kinda had this much power, maybe because you were your parents first kid you just have that much power but you’d say your sister was quite powerful in her own right you just practiced more.

Making trips to FFM turned into frequent things you went even without Mk. Wukong didn’t mind, he liked seeing you. Sun has found your humor interesting in a good way of course. He’d laugh even if the jokes were dumb. I think that’s when he started falling for you.

He didn’t even realize until pointed it out him one day.

“Sun?”

“…”

“Wukong!”

“Uh! What!?”

“You’re staring again.”

“Oh…”

Of course you’d tease him. But he’s the type to brush it off and flirt with you after your teasing. Which you’d roll your eyes at.

Someday he’ll tell you how he feels, but right now he likes his relationship with you.

Oh yeah, Mk knew you. You were friends, just like him and Mei were. You’d come to the noddle shop for lunch during your break at work. Sometimes you’d go there for the food, talk to Tang and sometimes just to see Mk. Mk was always excited to see you, Pigsy too mostly because you pay for your food unlike someone else Tang

Mk would get distracted every so often when you’d come in for your lunch break. One, because the two of you like talking to each and two, Mk has an existing crush on you.

Yeah, Mk was already in love with you. It was actually love at first sight. Mk felt a little guilty since your his best friend’s sister. Not to mention you’re a couple years old then him and mei. This love is very one-sided on Mk end.

You treat him like a younger brother and it sort of frustrated him. Mei has told him that he couldn’t tell you about his Monkey King powers or you’d have an overprotective meltdown.

So you don’t know anything about Mk and his Monkey Mentor. Though that didn’t mean you didn’t know about your family heritage. But you’ve stated that you wanted to live normally and moved out and into your own apartment and started working at a shoe store.

So, Mei did her best to keep you away from all the monkey shenanigans. But you did start to get suspicious when started to rarely see Mk at Pigsy’s.

“Hey, Pigsy? Where’s Mk?”

“With the Monkey King.”

“Who?”

Pigsy spilled the beans. You were livid, you called Mei. You asked if everything that Pigsy said was true. Your sister hesitated yet said yes. Mk was called by Mei telling him that you found out.

“Oh no…”

“What’s wrong, bud?”

“Something really bad.”

You rant to Mk about how much you’re angry at him and Mei about not telling you anything. But then you pulled him into a hug and told him to be safe while he was out there saving the world.

“Be safe when you’re saving the world.”

“R-Right, right. Of course.”

This crush is never going to go away.

Red Son

Oh no, not another one. That’s what he thought when he first saw you. You weren’t just Mei’s sister, you were her twin. Identical twins, yet your personality are like the sun and moon.

It was funny to some degree when Red Son mistook you as Mei when you met. That was until he saw your clothes and hair. Very different from your sister. He has found that you are timid yet quite intelligent.

Even though he just sits and listens when you talk, he likes the way you words things and talk about certain topics you like. Red Son finds some of things you talk about interesting he’s researched some just to join in your conversation.

That’s when he found out his feelings for you. Red Son was bit embarrassed by the fact that he, Red Son, had feelings for a mortal and the fact that you are related to that Dragon Horse Girl and friends with Noddle Boy made it worse. Yet he felt that you were worthy of his time.

Your meetings with Red Son were in secret. Yet Mei has become suspicious about where you go since you usually tag along with her and Mk. She told Mk and they decided to investigate.

“What is my sister doing with Red Boy?” That what she exclaimed to Mk when they found the two of you in the park together. Of course this ended up with Mk and Mei trying to fight Red Son. And before that could happen you stepped in.

A sister argument ensued. This is the first time Mei, Mk and even Red Son have heard you yell. It shocked everyone. You were happy that Mei cared about your safety but Red Son hasn’t done anything to you. Even though Red Son was supposed to be your enemy yet you found a friend within the fire demon. You like him a lot.

His face flushed a light pink color, hearing that from you. Sure you called him a friend but he knew someday he’ll tell you how he really feels about you.

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maybankluvrrr · 5 months

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first love

y/n perspective

summary: it’s y/n’s 2nd year at columbia university in new york. she thought she’d left her life in OBX in the past, but she’s in for a treat when her first love visits her city.

warnings: kissing

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jj maybank, the boy who stole your heart. you’d lived in this city for 2 years now, with endless opportunities, and therefore, endless hookups.

no one compared to him, though. your first love. he was undeniable. yet completely out of reach, as after high school, he stayed in obx. you mutually decided to part ways when you chose to pursue your dreams up north.

even with the endless hookups you had experienced in your 2 years in new york, no one compared to jj maybank. you thought he was in your past for good, but maybe not..

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you’re so excited it’s summer and you’re heading to the hamptons with some of your columbia friends. needless to say, their families are comfortable. many have houses in the hamptons. you’re packing your bikinis when you get a heart stopping notification. your phone reads the unthinkable.

‘jj maybank’

“hey y/n. been a while, hope ur doing well in new york. speaking of new york, i got some surfer friends up in the hamptons and im heading up there tomorrow if you want to meet up. i know its kind of far from the big city, but im gonna be in your state after all, so i thought i’d reach out. no pressure. hope to see u soon”

fuck.

you decide you’re going to wait to respond since you’re busy packing and road tripping today with your friends. you can’t let him ruin another good thing for you. he’s so chaotic, and you’ve finally found some sort of peace in life. although, he has always been in the back of your mind the past 2 years he hadn’t graced your presence. no matter how many one night stands you have, no one is jj. nothing with compare to the butterflies you got around him, the unforgettable late nights you had together at the beach and the chateau. most of all, no one had pleased you as well as jj did. his loving hands, gorgeous voice, you could never replace him.

during the endless summers you spent in obx, jj and you always had an on and off relationship. late night hook ups, early morning sneak outs, you were a kook and he was a pogue after all. whenever you thought things might be getting serious with you guys, he’d end things. you knew he couldn’t commit, so when you moved to new york, you swore off of guys like him. of course he had to stroll back in right at the beginning of your sophomore summer.

*jump ahead*

you’ve made it to the hamptons and you’re settling in with your friends. it’s late so you all decide drink a little bit then go to bed.

the next morning you wake up. even with this beautiful view and nostalgic sounds of the ocean, the stupid text is still floating around your brain. you still haven’t responded. maybe he’ll forget? he’s pretty fucking stupid. clever, but overall, stupid.

you put on a crop top and jean shorts and put your hair in ponytail. you and your friends go out at around noon to go shopping and eat. the day turns into night and suddenly it’s a cool 7pm. you’re about to head to your first bar of the night. 3 bars later, it’s 10:30pm. all pretty buzzed, you all go into an uber heading to the last bar. you mostly stick to drinking these days rather than weed.

the final bar was literally right on the beach. you all stumble in confidently together. your friends have been trying to find a guy for you all night, most of them have steady rich boyfriends, but those guys were never your type. you and one of your friends, brooke, were the only single girls on the trip. you always joked that you two would get married if all else failed, men wise.

you’re on your final drink of the night and it’s getting late. this is the liveliest bar you’ve ever seen so late at night, you thought the hamptons would be more chill. 1am creeps up on you and you find yourself alone. all of your friends off with some guys, even your taken friends have found a hookup at this bar, there must be something in the air. frantically looking for your friends, your eyes land on brooke.

holy shit.

her arms are wrapped around a blond guy’s neck. this is not just any blond guy. jj fucking maybank. brooke is the newest to the friend group, so she doesn’t really know about jj. she doesn’t know she’s dancing in a beach bar with my first love, she just thinks he’s any other blond guy.

our eyes lock. those deep blue eyes i’ve yet to forget and i’ve longed to reconnect with. his arms to detach from brooke’s neck and he tells her he’s going to go to the bathroom. i’m pretty good at reading his lips.

as he walks towards me, a wave of that similar scent i once loved hit me. it’s jj, of course he’s high.

“hi” he said.

“hi” i respond.

“what are you doing here alone”

“i’m not alone” you say.

“you look pretty alone”

he’s still a bitch.

“that girl you were with over there is my friend”

“i didn’t know that, y/l/n”

“how could you? we haven’t talked in what, a year? two years?” you ask obliviously.

“well, i.. texted you. got no response”

“i’ve been busy”

“drinking at bars alone?” he asks.

“no. i mean, whatever” you say.

“why didn’t you respond?”

“why should i have, jj? im trying to leave you in my past, you know that. you couldn’t just stay away from new york? for god’s sake there’s 49 other says to go to.”

“i didn’t come for you y/n. i just thought it would be nice to let you know i was coming in case we bumped into each other like right now.” he said.

“whatever jj”

you walk away and onto the beach not far from the bar.

he follows you out there, forgetting about meeting back up with brooke.

“i just want to talk y/n!” he yells from 30 feet behind me.

“fine jj. talk. enlighten me. i’d love to hear what you have to say since it’s so important” you say.

“you know i’ve missed you y/n. obx isn’t the same without you. i have mo purpose there.” he says.

“i had to leave, you should know that better than anyone.” you reply.

“i know, y/n. but im older now and i get if you never want to even look at me again, but if you want to just be civil im totally down. that’s all i want, no bad blood. just give me a chance, ok? i know i’ve fucked up time and time again but-”

your phone drops out of you hand and onto the sand, you kiss him.

“y/n” jj said.

“jj..” you reply.

part 2 soon <3 let me know if u like this!

#jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x you #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank smut #outer banks #obx fic

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multiverse239 · 4 months

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Reposting my Velvet analysis Twitter thread I wrote at 1am last night

The thing about Velvet’s character is that the movie doesn’t want you to believe she’s “irredeemable” It shows us how fame tears people apart, not just from their peers but from themselves. I do wish that the movie gave us more insight into what she was like before the popularity so that we’d have a clearer view of why she acts the way she acts but, until we get more content it is what it is.

Here’s the thing, she was the one taking action throughout all of this, sending the letter to JD, tricking Crimp into making the shoulder pads, all of that was her doing. I think her claiming she doesn’t want to work for her popularity goes a lot deeper than what’s on the surface, she doesn’t believe that she’ll ever truly be famous without the trolls' talent, and she has to rely on others for the attention because she has such low confidence in herself (there is no canonical evidence for this so, that this with a grain of salt)

Now cut to the Rave Dome show, she insists on doing an encore despite her brother’s warning and Floyd quite literally being on his last breath. She was desperate, nothing else mattered to her at that moment. When Veneer admits the truth to everyone, it all comes crashing down, those months of retaining that popularity is gone, erased, nothing left. (not ripping on Ven we love him and he did the right thing, just looking at Vel’s pov)

Her story isn’t done, not even close at least from my perspective, she’s locked up into that mindset of. Her hostile behavior wasn’t fake per se but, it comes from a place of corruption of upholding that perfect image fans have of you. You know who else acts like this? John Dory but that’s all for another day.

TLDR The movie does a fantastic job of showing that fame leads to ppl becoming distant towards themselves through Velvet and

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #trolls velvet #velvet trolls #character analysis #this was supposed to be a quick little thread #but I ended up writing an entire essay whoopsies #autism was too strong #this trolls shit gets serious be prepared to die behind it #call me lulu

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nutlessspeedrun · 2 months

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Denial Journal: February 23rd

sooo... last night was fun :)

i didnt cum, obviously, but i did have like. two and a half accidents?? i was only allowed to use the bathroom three times yesterday, and i needed to make each one count, because i also had to drink a gallon of water over the course of the day. not all at once, that'd be insane.

for my second pee of the day, i was trying so so hard to hold it as long as i could, so i could save my LAST pee of the day for bedtime. well... i ended up leaking about 30oz of piss... over the course of two accidents. i count the whole thing as One Bathroom Break, since i didnt fully empty until after the second bout of leaks? i did accept some punishment beverages afterwards though

i tried to make it until bedtime for my last bathroom break, but just two hours later, i HAD TO GOOO. i couldnt even finish my movie, i was literally leaking on my way to the toilet... i measured that i peed a little over 40oz that time. so... basically, by 9pm, i had used up all my bathroom breaks for the day, and im only just now laying down for bed at 1am. so, obviously, ive gotten thirsty and had to drink since 9pm lol

im kinda expecting to wake up needing to pee at some point. today, i can only use the bathroom to pee twice, and its another "drink a whole gallon" day. so. um. yeah. gonna have to make that morning pee REALLY count...

#dante's journal #denial journal #nsft #omorashi #pee holding #piss holding #piss kink #omo #nsft omo #bladder holding #bladder torture #bladder desperation #full bladder

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thegeminisage · 3 months

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oh boy IT'S tng update time. last night* we watched "imaginary friend" and "i, borg."

*tonight. it's 1am. whatever. it's posting tomorrow when i'll be awake but busy. anyway im gonna have to start splitting these up so tumblr will stop FUCKING me re my character count

imaginary friend:

what i like about this episode and indeed tng as a whole is that the little girl was fucking adorable. tng fans, your show has at least one point of validity. whenever there was a child on tos i wanted to throw them out of the airlock because they acted possessed. all the children on tng inspire within me motherly concern.

HOWEVER. THERE SHOULD NOT BE. CHILDREN ON A STARSHIP.

we've gone over this at length. we don't need to do it again. i am sick to death of hearing myself talk about it. i want to stop. and yet. every. and i mean EVERY. SINGLE. PROBLEM. in this episode. happened because there were children on a starship.

problem #1: child is making up a fake imaginary friend instead of making real ones = it's because her dad hops from starship to starship

problem #2 her imaginary friend is real now and wants to drown her in the pool like in that one episode of s*pernatural = this is because an alien, from space, read her mind, which it could not have done if she wasn't in space on a starship

problem #3: the alien HATES the grownups and thinks they should die = because she is seeing the ship from a child's pov, because there are children on this starship

and on and on and on.

aside from this huge and ongoing point of contention it was solidly watchable. i liked the little girl. i like guinan. i like worf being a big old softie when he found them out of bounds. i like people not undermining deanna's counseling work. i liked the horrifically unsettling imaginary friend with laser eyes who definitely absolutely inspired 2.11 playthings.

can anyone tell me if the other star trek shows just let them have kids on the ships? ds9 i get because that's a space station but are there kids on the ship in enterprise? voyager? discovery? genuinely please write in i can't take living like this

i, borg:

ooooooh. ooh i am twirling my hair and kicking my feet and giggling about it. OHHH finally we get a good tng episode. and not just a good episode a GREAT episode. the liz community has forgiven tng. oh baby where do i even begin

okay, firstly, beverly. she so instantly sees someone injured and HAS to help, i mean HAS to, it's so good. it's very bonescore in a way that doesn't feel like they're trying to make her a cheap bones knockoff but rather a spiritual successor. he would have also helped his enemy rather than watching him die. hell, he DID do that and got quite literally mind-raped for his trouble, and he'd probably do it again. i was really really lukewarm on poor bev at first but she's come into her own so well and i'm proud of her

the borg himself - third of five, aw, just like seven of nine - but no, hugh - the name is dumb but whatever i'm glad he has one - was well-cast. it would have been easy to make him uncanny and an unpleasant presence onscreen (this was my biggest issue with data's daughter even though the ep DID make me cry, deeply sorry to data whomst i love the most). his "you will be assimilated resistance is futile" song and dance was actually really funny when played off of geordi's wry indifference. "ok, but before we get assimilated, can we please finish x test?" so true king

geordi's a natural choice to pair with this guy because when he's not being the creepiest person on earth to holodeck girls he's sociable, outgoing, and patient. PLUS he has experience befriending machines because of data. hugh actually reminded me of data in some ways because of his general lack of understanding re: humanity but - and this is critical to me - HE IS HUMAN

like, i feel like the episode didn't quite nail the point home hard enough possibly because they were afraid of the implications but the cold hard truth of the matter is that each and every person on the borg cube IS A PERSON. they have been assimilated, but we've twice now seen that it's possible to unassimilate them with only a few days of effort. picard (and guinan!) consider the entire collective their enemy but the collective is comprised of brainwashed prisoners. those fucked up little borg babies they found in the cube were assimilated as INFANTS - i assume they weren't born on the cube bc if the borg could reproduce on its own it wouldn't need to assimilate - but even if they were born on the cube, they had no choice but to be this. you know.

which is whyyyy it's so fucked picard was like yeah give hugh some digital poison let him carry it back to his cube and we'll kill them like ants <3 like, oh my god his lingering borg trauma or whatever. MWAH. when he told deanna he didn't wanna talk. when he and guinan had to trauma-bond while fencing. when he told geordi that he needed to unattach himself because it was nothing more than animal experimentation. STONE FUCKING COLD BY THE WAY. he is fighting in the war on animal experimentation on the side of animal experimentation. he was going to let his cre heal and feed that kid and then send him back laced with poison. diabolical <3

and, of course, when he didn't want to speak or associate that borg kid at all because that's who he used to be AND WHO HE STILL IS in some corner of his brain (!!!)

LIKE. WHEN HE WAS FINALLY CONVINCED TO INTERROGATE THIS KID. and IMMEDIATELY broke out the locutus voice. he still remembered all the protocol! the way of speaking! everything! i was so shocked and thrilled.

i love also how everyone who spoke to hugh came away extremely unsettled but also totally convinced of his humanity. even guinan, which was so fun, because she was even more anti-borg than picard at first and they were bonding over trauma and fantasy racism. that bit where hugh, who had only known about the concept of loneliness for like an hour, immediately pegged her as lonely after like three lines of dialogue. oh my GOD???

i was decently satisfied with the ending - obviously they couldn't send him back with poison nor could they protect him from the borg, but i wish they had informed him of the inevitable memory wipe before he made his choice. (a selfless choice! he loves geordi!!) still i think he mostly walked into it with eyes open. very sad but very proud of him.

my one tiny nitpick with this episode is that for all beverly's genuine and justified concern about hugh, i don't think theyre ever gonna address the fact that she shot and possibly killed some of the borg in the episode where picard got assimilated. i feel like after realizing they are all people, like hugh, she should also realize she's broken the hippocratic oath, and have a little crisis about it. i have no idea why we had the DOCTOR shooting and killing anybody but let alone if we aren't gonna get into that. i don't think anyone cares/cared except me though.

but tbh, for me this is one of the main draws of the borg. they're ALL brainwashed cyber-assassins and they're ALL prisoners and in theory ALL of them could be saved if only they would stop attacking first. sure, yeah, in fights you gotta do what you gotta do because your own life has gotta come first, but the unique scifi horror aspect of all of those guys being perfectly innocent people fucks and they should utilize it a little more!!!

NEXT TIME: "the next phase" and "the inner light."

#personal #star trek blogging #tng lb

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aching-tummies · 10 months

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Midnight Symphony

Been busy the last few days. Family-friends decided to drop by last-minute and stay over for a weekend (it's summer, people travel). On top of that, I just got off of 3 straight days of working 9-10 hour shifts at work so I'm exhausted...but I’ve been dying to archive the amazing symphony I enjoyed last night.

Anyway...the impromptu guests as well as the busy work schedule and the fact that these guests ended up turning meals into a huge deal (when I was around for them) meant that the last five days have wreaked havok on my stomach.

It started maybe two days before the guests arrived. One of my family members was really nervous about cooking for the guests so they did trial-runs and fine-tuned a specific dish until they got it right...with us eating the results. So...two days of beef something-or-other reheated over and over for dinner and lunch (packed lunch at work too). Beef is alright and I usually love it...but three days in a row was overkill and my poor stomach eventually had trouble with all the fatty sinew-y red-meat causing days worth of digestive issues. The day after the "real thing" with the beef, guests decided it was all about sushi...so I came home from a 10 hour shift to a bunch of raw fish and a boba that had sat in the fridge for half the day, waiting for me to come home 'cuz they all got boba and didn't want to leave me out even though I was at work. And...yeah...due to the long hours and being kept up entertaining our guests and ensuring they had everything in order for a comfortable stay, I was basically running on coffee and cola all day at work...so by the time I came home (late), I was not expecting a full dinner and dairy-packed boba on top of a stomach that was already pretty full-up from cola.

Sushi night was last night and I couldn't sleep because my stomach was gurgling louder than I've ever heard it before. I'm so glad I bought a cheap stethoscope a while back, but honestly, wouldn't have needed it to hear the racket my poor, overworked guts were making. I finished eating around 10PM and entertained the guests until about 1AM--pouring drinks, watching TV, chatting, etc. So it was around 1:30 when I got to bed. The second I laid down, my guts let out a distressed gurgle. I immediately got my stethoscope out and pushed it to my left side, between my navel and my stomach-organ. I could hear my poor digestive system still working hard--hours after the meal. It came in waves, I could hear liquidy gurgles and feel a squirming in my guts...what I assume was a torrent of chyme or whatever being pushed around in my digestive tract. I'd feel something convulsing and then hear the liquidy gurgle as something was squirted into my intestines. And the gurgles snaked around my stomach. If someone wanted to, they could have probably mapped out my intestines just by following the sequence of gurgles that churned through my intestines.

I basically spent from 1:30AM-4:45AM pushing the stethoscope around my belly and triggering wet gurgles and revelling in the sensations as I literally felt digestion happening. The gurgles were ridiculously audible even without the stethoscope (the scope definitely helped, and having the diaphragm pressed deeply into my guts definitely irritated my guts to no end, likely causing more of those distressed gurgles than would have sounded naturally.

#upset stomach #stomach gurgles #stomach noises #digestion #tummy kink #tummy ache #stethoscope tummy

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starpirateee · 5 months

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Richie's movie

@lautski-week day 3 - movie

Warnings: none / read on AO3 here

Richie's movie came out on Sunday. Pete didn't know what it was actually called, but he knew that Richie was really excited about it. Originally, Pete thought it was his attempt to finally step away from the anime scene, but when he asked about it, Richie had launched into a small ramble about the source material, which just so happened to be one of his favourite light novels.

Pete hadn't been all that interested in watching it originally. But Richie wasn't actually here anymore to watch it for himself.

Maybe he owed it to him to try.

But, there was no way he was going alone.

It was late at night on a Friday when he decided that he owed it to Richie to watch this movie, and the thought had consumed him. He couldn't sleep.

Briefly, he thought about texting Ruth. She would like something like that, wouldn't she?

But he couldn't even do that, could he?

Really, there was only one option, wasn't there?

Pete:

Hey, I cant sleep. You still awake?

He stared at the empty text box for what felt like ages, and then finally, he got a reply:

Steph:

im still up sure, something wrong?

Pete:

Not really. Just thinking

Steph:

thats not good at 1am

whats wrong?

Pete:

That movie that Richie wanted to see came out

Pete:

And I kinda want to watch it in his honour, y'know?

It sounded stupid, didn't it? He wasn't even interested in the movie itself, he just wanted to feel less alone in this crazy world. He turned over, throwing the sheets over his head.

Pete:

Sorry. I know how stupid that sounds

Steph:

not at all! you wanna go to the movies for richie?

Pete:

I guess... You wanna come with?

Steph:

sure, sounds fun :)

Steph:

is tomorrow good? i can probably see you there if youve got a time

Pete:

Tomorrow's fine

I can get there maybe after lunch? 2 ish?

Steph:

see you there, pete <3

Even after confirming the date with Steph, and feeling a little more at ease with himself, sleep still didn't come easy to him. He spent ages scribbling in his phone's notes, random ideas that my or may not turn into something some day...

Eventually, the tiredness he felt caught up to him, and he drifted off, thinking about Richie and hoping that there was another side where he was having the time of his life. After everything, that was the least he deserved.

The next day, the tired sensation was promptly replaced with a deep pit of nervousness, and he couldn't source where it had come from. More likely than not, it was down to the constant stream of thoughts that had all surrounded Richie. This was his day, really, and Pete knew he was going to think of that no matter what else happened.

Steph had been kind enough to offer to keep him company for the day, but by the time she'd agreed to that, it was close to 1:30 in the morning. Was she still going to show face? Would she even remember?

He had a text. He'd been so caught up in his own rampant thoughts that he hadn't even realised.

Steph:

still up for today?

Once he'd read it and really got into his head that yes, she did want to come, his heart fluttered with relief.

Pete:

Yeah, I'm still gonna be there

Steph:

okay

dont worry about it, its gonna be okay

Pete:

Thanks, Steph :)

Pete sighed. She said it was going to be okay, but was it? Was it really? The two of them had collectively lost more in the last few weeks more than anyone could comprehend in a few years. With the weight of the world quite literally on their shoulders, who was really left but each other?

That didn't do an awful lot to lessen his nerves, but it did make counting down the remaining hours a bit easier. Slow as it was, that time did pass, and he set on his headphones to start the walk down. He knew he'd invested in such large ones for a reason... At least that way he could look like he was trying to block out the world.

Steph was already there when he arrived, and waved him over. He braced himself for something he didn't even know, and noticed how much less tense he felt, just by seeing her there.

"Hey, Steph..." He removed his headphones with one hand and managed the most sincere smile he could.

She took his free hand and returned the favour by shooting him a smile that seemed totally reassuring. "How are you?"

"Honestly, I kinda feel sick. No idea why, I've just been dreading the hell out of this since I gave myself the idea.." He knew why he felt like shit, if he was really honest. It was his own fault. A constant stream of thoughts that he thought he could solve by airing out his panic in the shower? That was ridiculous, and he knew it.

Her brow creased. "Why?"

"I don't know! I mean, it's got nothing to do with you, you're great! I love-" he hesitated so subtly that Steph almost didn't notice. "Hanging out with you... I just- I guess it's cos this was supposed to be Richie's movie..."

"Hey, I get it. We don't have to do this if you don't want to..."

"This is for him. I wanna do this... For him."

Steph nodded. "Alright. Which one is it?"

The two of them looked up at the board, and Pete tried to figure out which was the right movie. There were a lot of titles he recognised, and then...

"That one. I remember the name of the book Richie told me about."

"Absolutely no offense to the guy, but that looks like it's gonna be cheesy as shit."

Pete couldn't help but laugh at that. She was right, in all fairness, it did look like it was going to be quite the movie.

#lautski week #stephanie lauter #peter spankoffski #starkid #void offering #i am just incapable of lighthearted things arent i #oh well :)

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