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mclqren · 19 days

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SUCCESSFUL ★ MV33

PAIRING ✦ max verstappen x fem!singer!reader

SUMMARY ✦ between you winning an award in the grammys in february and him winning the first grand prix of the 2024 season, you and your boyfriend are proving to be very successful [ SMAU ]

WARNINGS ✦ cursing

REQUESTED ✦ here!

NOTES ✦ my first max smau!! reader is implied to be american (refers to america as her home). as per request, the fc i've used is sabrina carpenter, but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are open so feel free to leave a request :)

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yourusername grammys tomorrow 😘

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user1 respectfully, she’s so fine

user2 FORGET MAX PLS COME HOME W ME

user3 I CAN TREAT YOU BETTER 🙏😔

user4 THE LAST SLIDE Y/N WHAT'S THE MATTER

yourusername these are tears of happiness trust me 💗

user5 OMG YOU GOT A REPLYYY SO LUCKY

maxverstappen1 so excited ❤️

yourusername yeah but i’m most excited so 🙄💗

user6 THEIR DYNAMIC HELLO??

user7 okay but MAX IS GOING W HER TO THE GRAMMYS??

user8 he usually does go w her to these events, like how she goes to his races!

oliviarodrigo BABY GIRLLL CANT WAIT 😉❤️

yourusername MY BABYY CANT WAIT TO HANG OUT TOMORROW 😘😘

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( caption one: omw to the grammys!! (i swear i'm happy to be going my boyfriend is just pissing me off) | caption two: you'd think i wasn't even in the car with him 🙄 )

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yourusername guess who won her first grammyyy!!!!! thank you all so so much for ur endless support, im forever grateful! 😘❤️❤️

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user9 BEST GIRL WON A GRAMMYYYY

user10 I LOVE YOU Y/N

user11 wait what category did she win??

user12 best new artist!!

user13 SHE'S STUNNINGGG

user14 max is punching idc

maxverstappen1 so proud of you ❤️

yourusername love you maxie 💗

reneerapp CONGRATS ANGEL 💗💗

yourusername OMG I LOVE YOU!!

user15 oh to be y/n.

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yourusername who said i couldn't go to a beach in february?? 🤷‍♀️🏖️

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user20 HOW WERE YOU NOT FREEZING COLD

user21 she IS the moment!

user22 ur life seems so fun omg

user23 literallyyyy

user24 is she not in monaco w max rn??

user25 nooo!! she's staying in the usa for a bit while max goes to prepare for the start of the f1 season :)

reneerapp photo creds? ☹️

yourusername SORRY ANGEL yes photo creds to you!!

maxverstappen1 only you would go to a beach in february

yourusername awww are you missing me maxie 😘

charles_leclerc can confirm he is

maxverstappen1 charles you weren't meant to tell her ☹️

yourusername I'LL SEE YOU (BOTH) SOON TRUST

user26 what did y/n mean in her replies w 'see you (both) soon'??

user27 she always goes to the first gp of the season, so she probably means that!

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yourusername coming home's been a blast 🚀

user28 MY TWO FAVS HANGING OUTTT

user29 Y/N IN LA HOW DID I NOT KNOW THISSSS

user30 so are her and renee friends then?

user31 they're very good friends!! when y/n first joined the music industry, renee sort of took her under wing and they become super close! 💛

user32 this friendship is just everything to me

maxverstappen1 cant wait to see you❤️

yourusername likewise max emilian!! 💗

reneerapp I CANT BELIEVE UR GOING TO LEAVE ME

yourusername I'LL BE BACK YOU BEFORE YOU KNOW IT ☹️

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( caption one: two flights and almost a day later and i’m finally here 🇺🇸➡️🇧🇭 | caption two: back in the garage 🏎️ )

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yourusername VAMOS MAX VAMOS 🏎️ (i'm so sorry i don't know any language other than spanish)

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user33 THE CAPTION??

user34 shes so funny stop

user35 Y/N IN BAHRAINNN WE LIKE TO SEE IT!!

user36 the last slide awww

user37 y/n's spirit animal

maxverstappen1 not dutch? ☹️

yourusername read the caption hon im so sorry 😘

carlossainz55 🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸

yourusername SIIII

maxverstappen1 oh.

yourusername shh look away max ❤️

user38 HELP???

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maxverstappen1 unbelievable start to the year, 1-2 finish is absolutely fantastic 🏆👊

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user43 THE CHAMP IS BACK 🏆

user44 AND THE DUTCH NATIONAL ANTHEM PLAYS AGAINNN 🇳🇱

user45 RED BULL REMAINS SUPREMEEE

redbullracing Best start to the season! 👊❤️

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yourusername WOOHOOO THAT'S MY FUCKING CHAMPION!!

maxverstappen1 ❤️

yourusername RED BULL RAHHHHH

user46 HELP ME Y/N

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yourusername HE ONLY WENT AND DID ITTT!! congrats boyfriend, guess we're both starting this year off as winners ❤️

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user47 Y/N BEING SORT OF NICE IN THE CAPTION FOR ONCE?

user48 it usually depends on her mood ❤️

user49 'congrats boyfriend' HELP MEEE

user50 SHE'S SO FUNNY

user51 ugh i love you guys!!

maxverstappen1 love you ❤️

yourusername love you more!! 💗

maxverstappen1 the last slide 🤨🤨🤨

yourusername you can thank pinterest for that one 💗

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sulfurz · 9 months

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ೃ༄ MEANT TO BE YOURS (sheamus x fem!reader)

ೃ༄ PAIRING: sheamus x fem!reader

ೃ༄ REQUESTED BY: @lambofjudgement

now that I've finished screaming about how much I love your writing I have a request (to fill out your masterlist a little bit) for sheamus jealousy fluff? where the f!reader's been teaming with the brawling brutes for a while and when they're feuding with Imperium the Imperium tries to convince her she's too good for them? Maybe before they're together, where he's trying to convince her to stay by being extra nice and thoughtful or overprotectiveness of "his girl" that he lets slip accidentally? whichever route you take will be awesome I'm sure of it! <3

ೃ༄ WARNINGS: um idk like?!?! possessiveness ig??? sheamus is just hot n y/n fancies him

ೃ༄ WORD COUNT: 2.6k😳

ೃ༄ NOTE: UMMMM can u tell i got carried away……. i love sheamus sm i met him once and he is genuinely the sweetest guy in the world so a stephen request ????? i am in heaven pls enjoy

in theory, the moment you saw the camera you should have known something was coming.

it was one of those peaceful saturday nights on raw, a rare evening where you didn’t have a match to be a part of in any shape or form. you were simply enjoying the energy backstage as you could hear the crowd thrumming beyond the walls, watching matches that didn’t involve you on the monitor. management had requested you come along for some segments, so you were somewhat on guard, but the most you expected was an interview with renee.

you did not expect for the imperium to trudge towards you, trailed by a camera man as they came over with their proposition.

“are you ready to be on the losing side again?” gunther asked, trailed by his lackeys sad they stopped before you, circling like hyenas on the prowl.

you could only cross your arms in defence. “what makes you so sure we’ll lose?”

ludwig laughed from his leader’s left side, an air of certainess to his posture. “oh come on, y/n. you know as much as we do. you’re too good for those brutes, pardon the pun.”

the brutes in question being the stable you had taken on under your management. the brawling brutes were a separate endeavour to your solo career, but it was no secret the group had thrived under your care. if you had been coerced into joining in the first place by a particularly charming irish man, no one would have to know, either. it just so happened your management were looking for another way to push you, and acting as manager for such a powerful stable seemed like a dream when that opportunity fell in your lap.

but of course, once you proved to yourself and the rest of the wwe universe that you knew how to handle yourself both inside and outside of the ring, it wasn’t long before others tried to hunt you down. the brawling brutes were gaining power quicker than a steamroller, and of course people would give anything to stop them in their tracks.

“and what’s in it for me? if i betray them?” you crossed your arms in front of your chest, playing up to the camera, but asking more for your own gain than anything.

“unprecedented power, y/n. sweet, sweet power.” gunther added, motioning for the rest of his stable to follow as he began to walk away. “think about it, you’ll make the right decision.”

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you gave a knock to the men’s dressing room door, a telltale shout of ‘decent’ giving away exactly who was in there — his accent certainly stood out amongst most.

pushing open the door, you were met by one single figure hanging back, but the man you needed to see. sheamus was standing there as decent as decent could be for a wwe superstar. it made you blush slightly, but you couldn’t quite understand why. you were used to going arm in arm with the man weekly when he was in nothing more than tight underwear and body oil — yet seeing him standing, clad in nothing but sweats, felt more intimate than before.

“heya, sweetheart.” he mused, charming as ever even when his in ring persona was lessened by the absence of cameras. “missed me that much?”

you rolled your eyes fondly, giving a light shove to his shoulder as you passed to take your place on a bench nearby. “don’t flatter yourself.”

sheamus grinned, a secondary emotion that you couldn’t place flashing past his eyes momentarily. he would never relent, and whilst you always had a rebuttal on the tip of your tongue, you wouldn’t deny how you were consistently forced to turn away, mainly so the man couldn’t see the reddening of your cheeks.

as the leader of the brawling brutes, it was sheamus who you came into contact with the most, and the two of you had built an interesting dynamic over the past few months. he had never hidden his affections for you in the ring, always jumping at an opportunity to be by your side, but you had foolishly put this down to his character, and never thought much of it. he was a naturally charming man, wildly different from everyone else in the roster, and it would have been easy to fall for someone like that. so, aware he was simply just being a character, you shut yourself down to every attempt to place that charm on you, not allowing the possibility for heartbreak.

“i had an interesting conversation today.” you commented quietly, crossing one leg over the other as you watched sheamus ruffle his wet hair from the shower with a towel (bright pink, and strangely familiar? was that a little decal of a flower? where did he get your towel from????). “let’s just say the last thing i was expecting today was to be accosted by imperium.”

sheamus stopped his drying motions immediately, hands coming back down to his side. “imperium? what the hell are they doing? trying to intimidate you?”

you hummed, considering how to approach this. “quite the opposite. in fact, they’ve got it into their minds that i’d be better off by their side, instead of yours.”

then, sheamus barked out a laugh and returned to his prior movements, seemingly unconcerned by the initial offer from your opponents. “well, can’t fault them for trying. as if they’re worthy of you.”

you stayed silent, watching as your friend and in ring partner raided his gym bag in search of a shirt.

“i mean. they’re not wrong when they suggest my style fits theirs slightly better. when i’m on my own i think anyone would have put me with them over you guys.”

silence met you, and when you glanced at sheamus, he wasn’t even looking in your direction. too focused on untangling his shirt straps. for a moment you thought, if that was how much he cared, then you might just take imperium up on their offer—

“you really think that?” sheamus asked darkly, not sparing a glance to his side.

shrugging, you added “i mean, we don’t know for certain but, what have you exactly got to offer me in terms of furthering my career?”

sheamus barked a laugh, but it was void of any humour. “i could list a million reasons why you suit us, sweetheart. how many do you want?”

you raised an eyebrow, his tone rattling straight through you. he was intimidating when he wanted to be, and it was clear that on stage persona was blurring with the man behind the camera for just a second.

“stephen.” you offered as warning, rarely choosing to use superstars’ real names unless the moment required it.

he spun quickly, taking one look at you before any of that hardness slipped away from his features and he was back to looking at you with a level of respect and awe.

“you’ve seen what we can do with you by our sides, y/n. you’re a warrior in and out of the ring. imperium don’t want to further your career, they want to use you for their own benefit.” he took a moment to pull the shirt over his head, before making his way to sit beside you. there was a couple of feet between your positions, but somehow the distance felt even greater.

you hummed, contemplating for just a second. “and? isn’t that what you’re doing? using me for your own benefit?”

when sheamus spoke again, there wasn’t the harshness in his tone like there was before, replaced by the sound of honey dripping off of every word. “we’ve never used you. sure, there’s no denying we’re better with you by our side, but you did all that. imperium want to use you as a pretty show piece, but to us you’re our lifeline.”

you smiled everso slightly, more having to fight the upturn of your lips than anything. “sure you don’t just like a hot woman on your arm every night?”

your stable mate grinned, playfulness returning to the air as he buttered you up. “sure, that’s a bonus, sweetheart. but you’re so much more than that.”

if your heart fluttered slightly at the tone he used, deep and rooted with genuineness, you wouldn’t tell anyone. that was a secret for you to keep.

“you’re a fool if you think we only want you to make us look good.” sheamus began again, shameless as he reached across the space between your bodies, brushing a stray strand of your hair away from your face and behind your ear. another flutter of your heart, this time more like a whisper of wind. “imperium want you to be their arm candy, we want you to be our soul. half the stuff we do wouldn’t be possible without you. you’re one of the strongest women in the roster right now, and that’s not just opinion but a fact, and it’s an honour getting to prove that. you can hold your own, hey, you can be even better, amongst the men, and i think that says everything.”

“you think that highly of me?” you asked, half jokingly, half from a place of needing reassurance. it was easy to doubt yourself amongst so many powerful opponents. “you’re already fighting pretty hard to get me to stay and i barely said anything.”

“you said enough for me to know i don’t want them getting their hands on you.” sheamus muttered, and suddenly the gap between the two of you seemed much smaller than before. “i won’t let them take my girl away that easily.”

your eyes widened at the same time his own demeanour cracked, both noticing the slip of tongue at the same time. again, you were used to the flirting the irish man undertook in the ring, and half of the time outside of it, but any semblance that those layers ran deeper than just kayfabe and your head was in a spin.

another knock at the door brought you out of the moment, a staff member poking his head in to let the two of you know they were closing up soon.

so with a few last goodbyes, you parted ways, this time with a new feeling of confusion in your chest. it was no longer the question of whether the brawling brutes wanted you more than the imperium, but now whether sheamus wanted you more than you wanted to leave.

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after the segments on the show the week prior, it was no shock when the brawling brutes had one of their promos cut by the imperium themselves. you had expected it really, but it didn’t make the image of the four men wandering down the ramp towards the ring any less intimidating.

you stood just by the curtain of the ring, watching in concern as predator stalked their prey. you could see imperiums eyes on you, and you knew sheamus had noticed too, for he seemed to step in between their view of you protectively.

“well if it isn’t our favourite manager and her lackeys.” gunter began, practically toe to toe with sheamus as they stood leader against leader. “have you given any thought to our little conversation last week, y/n?”

before you could even react, sheamus was speaking on your behalf. “she doesn’t want to run around with little boys, she wants to stick with the men.”

gunther only chuckled into the mic, not quick enough to give his own response before giovanni was adding in himself, “if she wants men, she’s with the wrong team.”

“i wonder, if we asked her now, who’d she’s choose?” gunther challenged, the crowd hollering for you to join the conversation.

“stop fooling yourself, gunther, it’s getting embarrassing—“

sheamus was cut off by gunther once more “why don’t we let the little lady speak for herself?”

if the imperium wanted brownie points, they certainly weren’t getting them speaking about you like that. sheamus seemed to think the same, if the way his fists clenched had anything to do with it. he didn’t seem happy about it, but turned to offer you a hand to climb in the ring nonetheless.

you took his offer of help, jumping inside and trying to ignore how you were sure he was squeezing your hand just a little harder than usual. he seemed reluctant to even let go, but dropped the contact only when butch offered you his own mic to join the chorus.

the outcome of this promo was up to you, your manager had made sure that you knew that fact. he was prepared to damage control whichever side you chose, but how was the moment, and you were more unsure than ever. one look at imperium had you wanting to change allegiance. for all the talk about their true intentions, you knew one thing for certain, and that was imperiums power. they were a force to be reckoned with, and having gunther as an ally? that could do wonders for your career both in the stable and in your own solo endeavours.

yet, as you glanced to your side, seeing how sheamus watched you with uncertainty, the decision began to unblur.

he hadn’t spoken to you since the little dialogue mishap in the locker room. you had, at first, thought maybe he was disgusted by his own words, wishing he could take them back out of sheer unhappiness — but when you looked at him now, you could see past sheamus, and just see stephen, and you realised everything he had said was true.

“sheamus over here seems to have gotten it into his head that your allegiance to him is stronger than your want for success.” gunther’s menacing tone brought you out of your realisation, and you turned back to see how the man towered over you. “but you and i know better, don’t we, y/n? you’re a strong woman, you’ll make the right decision.”

a deep breath. “you’re right gunther.” a gasp echoed throughout the crowd as you seemingly made your decision to turn sides. the man in question watched you with a sly smirk, thinking his plan had worked. “my want for success is stronger than anything. so, i have to choose the side i know will get me there.”

you could practically feel the panicked looks of the brawling brutes, and when you turned to hand butch his microphone back, the expressions of betrayal were just as expected — especially from one particular redhead.

taking a step back, you made to stand with the imperium, facing your other stable-mates as the crowd shouted all sorts of nonsense directed at you, surely horrified by your abandonment. you waited a second, revelling in the reaction and allowing the imperium to glow in what they thought was a victory, before in one swift motion, you landed a back elbow straight into gunther’s stomach.

the crowd cheered again, and you wasted no time in stepping back across the ring to sheamus’ side, the grin creeping across the man’s face larger than you had ever seen before.

as you joined back by his side, he didn’t bother removing the microphone from his lips as he solidified his comment from the week prior. “that’s my girl.”

for once, you didn’t think about consequences, not caring that this wasn’t part of the plan or even prior discussed by the two of you — you knew he wanted it as badly as you by now. so, in one swift motion, coupled with a whisper of ‘your girl’, you grabbed sheamus by the back of the neck and pulled him down to crash your lips together.

if the shout from the rest of the brawling brutes was loud in your ear, the screams of the audience were practically deafening, but you barely focused on the reaction as sheamus dropped the microphone he held to the floor in favour of grabbing ahold of your waist.

#✍🏻 requests : lamb of judgement #wwe imagines #sheamus imagine #sheamus wwe #stephen farrelly #sheamus wwe imagine #wwe x reader #sheamus x reader #the imperium #the brawling brutes #gunther #butch #sheamus scenario #wwe scenario #wwe #wwe headcanon

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anakinfallen · 3 months

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Inspiration Saturday

tagged by: @disasterbuckdiaz <3

life has been so hectic recently between work and concerts and applying for new jobs and dentist appointments (too many dentist appointments, look after your teeth pls) and hanging out with friends (i am not hungover because i threw up in the shower) buuuuuttt i finally have something to share

the inspiration for this fic was what can i do by renee rapp and i've also decided i do by renee fits this as well

"what can i do (so you feel it too)" has hit 1.6k words and it's still just at the start but here's what i wrote before i left for the hottest 100 yesterday

“But, you’re his best friend and you know him better than anyone else.” Better than you anyway, Eddie thinks bitterly to himself.

He knows he’s not being fair to Natalia. He knows. That he doesn’t resent her for being with Buck so much as he hates himself for not saying anything sooner. He hates himself for waiting weeks, no years to speak up. But he had thought they were almost there before that day in the graveyard when he realised that he’d let his chance slip through his fingers.

“It’s just- I- I’m worried about him- about us. He’s working so much and he won’t talk to me about why and I was hoping maybe you knew?” She looks so unsure of herself and Eddie, he doesn’t have the heart to tell her that the last time Buck worked this much was when everything was going to shit with Taylor. Instead he says:

“Chris has a birthday coming up, he’s probably just taking overtime to get him a really good present.” Liar. He knows for a fact that Buck has already gotten Chris a present because he'd checked with Eddie to make sure the he wasn't getting it for him.

Natalia looks only slightly relieved by that. “Okay, thanks. He hasn’t said anything to you about us?”

“Nope. Nothing,” even though it’s the truth it still feels like a lie. He knows something is wrong he just doesn’t know what. Yet.

tagging: @shitouttabuck @jeeyuns @buckitup @courtspiracy

#that's everyone i can think of #i might've lied about being hungover #if there's random extra commas that aren't needed please do the polite thing and ignore them #my mum had a Time reading my job apps #911 #wip #inspiration saturday #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie #Spotify

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humongousgothskeletonfarm · 14 days

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chapter 6 thoughts: (spoilers ahead!)

oh. fuck.

he was king. now he’s a martyr.

holy shittttt

aftg really brings us all together, this is random but i love talking to other fan accounts about the books

anyway fanfics will no longer have to speculate when rikos funeral was, and if kevin attended or not (or if he had a mental breakdown about it)

also neil u have no tact babe and i love u for it

oh renee ur so lovely ur so insightful (neil u should listen to what she has to say)

jean and his ‘i won’t grieve him’ ❤️🫶

- ‘promise me’ jean said with a desperation that should have kill him, nathaniel didn’t hesitate, ‘i promise’ SHUT THE FUCK UP I LOVE THEM THANK U NORA THIS IS EVERYTHING I WANTED FROM THIS BOOK

THE SWAP FROM NATHANIEL TO NEIL IS JUST AS POWERFUL FROM JEANS PERSOECTIVE IN TSC AS IT WAS IN FROM NEILS IN TKM I LITERALLY CANNOT THE PARALLELS ARE KILLING ME

it’s 1:40 am and i’ve just made a cup of tea to keep myself awake

feeling many things about jeans perusal of the fox photo wall and taking renee’s picture

i know these motherfuckers aren’t accusing neil kevin and jean of abandoning that cunt and leading to his ‘suicide’

WE ARE THE RIGHT PEOPLE I THINK JUST NOT THE RIGHT TIME (look i am admittedly not a jean/renee shipper but good god they are so sweet in this)

A COOL EVENING BREEZE AND RAINBOWS

screaming as silently as i can rn

- petition for someone to put summertime sadness on the jean playlist

whattttt is the mystery about jeremy’s family?? what is this fabled fall banquet that tore his family in half im so intrigued i have to know more

ALSO JEREMY IS IN THERAPY AND HAS SOME SORT OF FAMILY ISSUES I KNEW IT IM SURE THATS ON A BINGO SOMEWHERE

jeremy dad of the trojans checking to see that they’re safe and also cody first cannon non binary character??? pls say yes

accidentally fell asleep in the middle of my planned all nighters whoops it’s currently 7 am

chapter 7:

“I like to indulge,” Jeremy said with a dimpled smile. Kevin’s words mocked him in the back of his thoughts: “Some of them you like.”

i did. notice this in chapter 2 or whatever but is this?? are we getting jerejean???? that’s what this means righ??

jeremy wdym ‘oh to be the pampered elite’ u have a butler??

jean defending kevin saying he’s earned the right to be arrogant be still my beating heart i love these stubborn mother fuckers

He was years away, watching a different beautiful boy lean in close to say, Will you teach me when he’s not watching? It could be our secret.

STOP IT RN

chapter 8!!

flicked him a sly look. “Easy on the eyes, maybe.”

AHHHHH!!!

also so glad that there’s 100% confirmation cat and laila are dating (shared bedroom!)

the description of laila and cats lounge room is so soft and cozy im so jealous i wish i was there

barkbark von barkenstein u will never top sir fat cat mcatterson (although props to nora for always having simultaneously the worst and most creative names for pets)

jean telling cat she’s a good player but misses every ball at her hips is literally every raven! (someone) fic ever come to life where they meet a relatively normal other team and have absolutely no tact or awareness of what others considered rude and immediately tell the other players what their weaknesses are (i’m obsessed)

“Yes,” he said, and if he didn’t sound sure, he at least sounded angry. “Let them all burn. I hope none of them survive.” BABY I LOVE U IM SO PROUD OF U UR SAFE NOW FUCK RIKO FUCK THE RAVENS FUCK THE MASTER

“Oh, he’s good. A bit rude, but I like him. I think we’re going to be good friends.”

i’d say the exact same thing

*jeremy giving jean the keys*

well it’s not andreil levels of drama and symbolism but love a good comparison

or they do not care enough about her wellbeing. It’s unforgivable either way.”

giggling a bit over jean being up in arms about boba knowing that he’d be seriously unimpressed with me if he knew how much boba i drank

he wants to know what it was for

AND WHAT IF THAT LINE BROKE ME NORA?? AND WHAT THEN??

The Ravens had given up everything to be the undefeated champions, only to be destroyed last month by a tiny team from South Carolina.

I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE

“Loving something is not enough,” Jean told him, right on cue. “When is the last time you enjoyed playing?” Jeremy asked. “Irrelevant,” Jean said. “I am Jean Moreau; I am perfect Court. I do not need to enjoy it to be the best backliner in the NCAA.”

that was what Jean felt safest in, Jeremy would back his decision wholeheartedly.

LITERALLY LEAVE ME ALONE

chapter 9999

also i’m so glad that we have jeremy/laila/cat friendship like in fics and stuff they were always best buddies coz they were the only trojan characters named in the books but it’s great to see they’re actually good friends in cannon

“I need you to listen to me for one moment,” Laila said, “and I need you to believe me when I say it. Fuck Coach Moriyama.”

AGREED AGREED AGREED FUCK THAT CUNT

COOKING LESSONS WITH JEAN THIS IS THE WHOLESOME CONTENT I SIGNED UP FOR

cat talking macronutrients and promising to help with his diet so it’s still familiar but more fun in order to begin healing jeans relationship with food is so important to me

nora bleaching jeremy’s hair blonde after telling us she was shocked we all headcannoned him as blonde while she thought he was brunette is so funny to me,, don’t worry fan artists u do not have to change a thing!

(frosted tips made me giggle too, jeremy u pussy)

“Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?”

chapter 10

jean learning basic household chores like sorting and washing clothes and deep cleaning the apartment and learning his way around a supermarket <3

LAILA CAT JEAN FRIENDSHIP IS REAL

Afternoons were filled with whatever the women were in the mood for that day, be it wandering downtown, shopping, or combing through estate sales.

Jean went where they took him because it was better than being left in the house alone,

COOKING IS HEALING JEAN ITS A COMFORT THING SHUT THE FUCK UP THIS IS EVERYTHUNG HES SO REAL FOR THAT

Ravens graduated; they didn’t leave.

fuck if that didn’t just stop my heart

i definitely should have been more wary of the trigger warnings. if anyone is wanting to read the book but is worried about certain parts, i’d be happy to let y’all know what sections are triggering so u can try and skip around them.

But Jean was not a Raven, and Wayne was dead.

FUCK YEAH BABY NOT ANYMORE U ARENT

the thought of that quiet space with its single bed was so repulsive he turned toward the living room instead. - this is so important to me

He could sense the others’ presence even if they weren’t around to bother him, and that was enough to take the edge off the loneliness eating at his heart.

literally end my life i’m so happy for jean, he’s healing slowly but surely

this was better than anything he’d ever had. It was worlds more than he deserved. He feared it as much as he wanted it;

JEAN U DO DESERVE IT I PROMISE U

wait wtf,, zane is reacher??? in literally every raven fic ever reacher is the most abusive character other than riko

OMFG BEACH SCENE??? THEYRE GONNA TAKE JEAN TO THE BEACH??? CHECK THAT OFF EVERY SINGLE BINGO CARD MADE FOR THIS BOOK

^ yeah i wrote that two seconds before then reading jeans panic attack about drowning and the trigger of riko waterboarding him and neil and now i want to cry

#aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #tsc #the sunshine court #jean moreau #jeremy knox #laila dermott #catalina alvarez #nora sakavic #usc trojans #renee walker #neil josten #andrew minyard #kevin day #david wymack #nathaniel wesninski

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simonsrosebud · 15 days

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TSC FIRST REACTIONS (SPOILERS)

i have many more but my brain is mush rn

jean watching the championship game was heart racing bc WE all know what happens at the end. his reaction to riko’s death is… the detached description of it is so fitting because he barely remembers it himself, he was so disassociated

the fact that his first knee jerk reaction to fear and panic is to claw at his neck until it bleeds is so interesting bc hello that takes strength and PAIN to dig that deep, i don’t understand it even after finishing the book but hoping i get more clarity on my second read.

jeremy and kevin’s relationship is very trusting, i think more than we thought. not the fangirl of each other that we joke about.

jean taking the picture of renee pls shoot me

jeremy’s rage and grief when he finally starts getting a bigger scope of everything jean lived through is a LOT. i wanna scream at jean to just LET HIM IN even knowing he won’t

the in depth explanations of the 16 hour days and all these other little evermore facts that we’re learning and have wanted to know for YEARS… yikes

jeremy calling kevin with no warning asking “did riko break ur hand?” SO BOLD

jeans notebooks crush my soul so hard it’s heartbreaking. and his trinkets😭

“Jean was exactly the kind of guy Jeremy was prone to trip himself up over” OH MY GOD?? there’s a difference between me wanting jerejean vs them actually being attracted to one another.

jeremy is a golden retriever confirmed. “This is Barkbark von Barkenstein. You can call him Barkbark or Mister B for short. It's a bit of a mouthful on its own.”

BLOND JEREMY YAS

jeans reaction to blond jeremy. fully took this man out of orbit.

although he hasn’t confirmed fully, jean being gay (assumption) was almost surprising bc from what i remember from the EC i almost thought he’d lean more pansexual since the ravens kinda slept with whoever (not that he seems like the type to use labels anyway)

“Kevin's words mocked him in the back of his thoughts: ‘Some of them you like.’ Jean cut off that line of thinking so fast he felt dizzy. It didn't matter that Jeremy Knox was annoyingly easy to look at; Jean knew better than to look at another man too long.” SCREAMING?? WAS JEAN THE ONE W THE CRUSH ON JEREMY THIS WHOLE TIME WHILE KEVIN WAS JUST FRIENDS??

and now my chest hurts bc “He was years away, watching a different beautiful boy lean in close to say, Will you teach me when he's not watching? It could be our secret.

Jeremy Cat and Laila seeing the notebooks broke me a little, the accidental invasion hurt

the ravens dropping like flies…

“he hadn’t missed the way Jean’s gaze tracked him when he readied for bed. Since Jean was quick to look away when he was caught, Jeremy had promised himself he wouldn’t ask. This was too good an opening to pass up, though, so he finally said, “More exclusively than you do, I think. Does that bother you?” AHHHHHHHH WOAHHHHHH i threw my phone (also can’t tell if jean looks at cat/laila the way jeremy assumed in that paragraph or if it’s just curiosity, cause it always seems like it’s just curiosity not attraction

Grayson. think we all saw smth like that coming from jeans time in the nest but holy shit

Neil showing up WOAH. i knew his FBI business wouldn’t be over in one day but i didn’t rlly expect that, although it makes sense

im still not over jeremy actually being gay its a dream come true that we all saw and hoped for but still

#the sunshine court spoilers #the sunshine court #tsc spoiler #tsc #ravens #jean moreau #jeremy knox

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stabbyfoxandrew · 6 months

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Arsonist neil pls? Am obsessed ngl

WIP Wednesday (10/25) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU (Part 44)

Andrew nurses his bowl of cereal until there’s nothing left but sickeningly sweet milk left behind. Then he drinks that, too, and sets his bowl back on the table. And still nothing. He checks his phone about ten times in five minutes and finally, Renee asks.

“Who are you talking to?”

Andrew looks over at her and puts his phone face down on the arm of the couch, “No one.”

“You don’t have to tell me.” She says, ignoring his lie as moves to cross her leg under her in the chair across the room. “I just think it’s nice.”

“What’s nice?” Andrew asks.

“That you’ve got someone to talk to.”

Andrew holds in a sigh. This isn’t exactly a friendship and certainly not a romance, but he doesn’t say so. He just grunts in reply. Then his phone zrrts beside him and he nearly knocks it into the floor trying to grab it. Renee obviously notices his urgency and hides a laugh behind her hand. Andrew glares at her.

Renee holds up her hands. “I didn’t say anything.”

<- previous | first | next->

#andreil #aftg #WIP Wednesday #Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew #answered #🕊️#yes-i-exist-shutup

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capcavan · 7 months

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pls tell me more abt the mer riko with his funky black teeth and renee bc I love them so much

Riki does not know how to speak every meer does but riko was never socialized . He is afraid of large open bodies of water and after being moved to the reservation he keeps to shallow ponds and small fake beaches.

Aaron will be riios speech teacher and general therpist (Aaron is lime shark !!!) I wil try to doodle him today

Riko's first spoken word is Renee

Aaron is meer while Andrew is human it's because their mothwr is human and their father was meer . They don't get along and feel like there is world apart between them

Neil is also crossbreed - marry seduced a sailor who then proceeded to chase her not ready to move on after his brief affair with siren.

#aftg #riko moriyama #all for the game #aaron minyard #andrew minyard #neil josten #nathan wesninski #rikoiau #rikoi

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fbfh · 1 year

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rocks at your window pt. 7 - ricky bowen x reader

disclaimer: this series contains smut and chapter by chapter warnings, so as with all nsfw works, ricky is aged up to 18+!! ricky and reader are 18 and in their senior year

additionally, we're working towards a ricky x therapy plot so he's going to start expressing some symptoms of mental illness and bpd but he does get therapy eventually and has a good support system but he gets worse before he gets better yk. Obviously I'm not a professional and this is for entertainment so while I have done my research pls take this with a grain of salt!! or several!! /lh

!! contains some spoilers for season 1 of hsmtmts, and previous chapters of this fic !!

wc: 4.5k

genre: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut

pairing: ricky bowen x (afab she/her) reader

warnings: post school theater burning down, ricky is spiraling, one "look at me" but it's necessary and works, more of reader comforting ricky, ricky has a lil dissociation moment, op being gratuitously horny for the inherant beauty of theaters and rehearsal spaces, descriptions of a panic attack/some ptsd/mild trauma, square breathing to come down from said panic attack, brief trauma sharing, reader's dad was abiguosuly "scary when mad, reader's dad didn't show up to important events, ricky comforts reader, disgusting cursed backstage couches, fingering, protected vaginal sex, yet another mid fuck near love confession bc duh it's ricky, almost getting caught, I think that's it

summary: After a tragic incident renders the school theater unusable, you find a beautiful theater to perform the show. You're getting really excited about it, and Ricky is too. When tech rehearsals begin with a more than rough start, Ricky gets the opportunity to comfort you, to be there for you like you've been there for him.

song recs: 27 - fall out boy, I can't handle change - roar, at the ballet - a chorus line, bop to the top (kourtney's version) - dara renee

a/n: been reading my immortal again and in chapter 34 there's a line where Enoby tries to describe a dress that professor sinister was wearing as "kinda lik da one Amy Lee wears in this pic" followed by the http/ of a link and nothing else then she just continues on and I almost wept about that in public and I love it so dearly so fangz 2 Cici for proof reading, u rok, mcr rox. fuk off prepz.

tags @afidiofobia @aliyahsutherland @hopefullhearts @pikzel @demirunner @brinaslittlefreak @girlfriendwhoseawitch @thatawkwardlittlefangirl @matiere-detoiles @ifilwtmfc @uselesssapphickitten @nxstalgicnxbxdy @ggclarissa @n-slayaaaaa @stormi-ames @rainforest-daisies @sunshineangel-reads

It’s a bad dream. It’s another bad dream that Ricky can’t wake up from. Soggy ash carpets the formerly scuffed floors, as serious looking adults clad in reflective yellow and khaki drag hoses around and talk to Miss Jenn. Everything is ruined. It’s all destroyed. This is worse than anything, any flooded basement or mildewy props, this is the worst thing that could happen. There’s not one thing in this goddamn theater that hasn’t been tainted by destruction, there’s nothing left to salvage. He feels sick. He pulls out of this horrible spiral of thoughts when he feels your hand tug his arm gently, guiding him into the hall. You can tell by the look on his face how bad this is before he even starts.

“We’re gonna figure it out.” you start. He runs a hand through his hair, eyes still stuck on the ruins just through the doorway.

“H-how can-”

“Ricky, look at me.” you place your hand on his jaw, getting his attention back on you. His teary brown eyes are locked on yours, desperate for something to grab onto. You take a steadying breath, and he follows with a shaky one. “We are going to figure this out.”

Your touch, your gaze, the unwavering confidence in your voice grounds him. He takes another breath, this one slightly deeper.

“If a flooded basement didn’t stop Matilda, some scorch marks sure as hell can’t stop the Wildcats.”

He nods absentmindedly at your words.

“Okay?” You ask. He nods again.

“Yeah,” he breathes. He grabs tight onto your hand and you both head back into the smoky theater with everyone else, where Miss Jenn quickly gets everyone’s attention.

“Hug your neighbor, take a moment,” she directs, still holding the deflated, scorched basketball in her hands, “let’s reconvene in the cafeteria after school to talk about options.” She addresses Nini and Ricky, then, when her eyes linger on the way Ricky is holding onto your hand with both of his, you as well.

“Spread the word.”

“Got it.” Nina says quietly.

“Of course,” you acknowledge with a small nod.

He’s trying to breathe, trying to think, trying to do something, but he can’t. He’s trying to listen to Miss Jenn, but he can feel himself spacing out. His eyes are fixated on a soggy, burnt piece of neon tape that had peeled off of the floor, and his chest rises and falls automatically in shallow breaths. It’s not supposed to be there. It’s supposed to be downstage left, it’s supposed to be where he stands for Get’cha Head in the Game. That’s why it’s orange, because that’s where Miss Jenn said he’ll fly up in a harness and dunk a basketball in slow motion. She made it sound so easy, but they haven’t even done the choreography for that number yet. How the hell is he supposed to know where to stand if his strike tape isn’t in the right place. Strike tape? Or is it spike tape. Maybe-

“Ricky?” Miss Jenn calls, and he snaps out of it.

“Uh,” he sputters, “yeah.” He hopes he didn’t miss too much in the few seconds he had totally spaced out. You don’t let go of his hand until you get to your next class.

“We just have to get through today, okay?” He nods, agreeing carefully. You just have to get through today. Then everyone will be together in the cafeteria and Miss Jenn will know what to do. That will fix everything, and it will all be okay again.

As soon as Miss Jenn proposes looking at other venues to host the show, you’re already pulling out your phone. You’d been thinking the same thing, and spent every free moment between classes not texting your castmates or helping console them googling neary (or nearby-ish) theaters and potential venues. You’re no stranger to this; when you were in Fun Home, the whole production had to change theaters twice. You were a kid and it was years ago, so you don’t remember what the reasons were exactly, but you all adapted and the run got extended by two months, so it all worked out.

You skip past the ones you ruled out earlier, the first option on your list is the El Rey. It’s pretty close, and business has been slow, so it shouldn’t be too expensive to rent.

“What about the El Rey?” Seb asks.

“I think that could work,” you say, “it’s not too far from here, and it doesn’t look like they have any shows or events going on right now.” You tilt your phone so Ricky and your other friends sitting nearby can look at pictures while Seb does the same. “It shouldn’t be too hard to rent out.”

“Well-” Miss Jenn starts, seeming a little hesitant.

“My uncle Reuben’s the listing agent,” Carlos says, pulling out his phone to call him. One short excited conversation in Spanish later, you get the green light for the El Rey.

Once Ricky’s beetle is stuffed as full as you can get it with salvaged costumes, props, and anything else you could fit, you start the drive over to your new theater. You have their website pulled up on your phone, and you start reading him some of the past events, shows, and concerts they’ve hosted. He’s not sure why he’s so excited if he hasn’t even been there yet, but you’re making it sound… magical.

“Oh my god,” you turn to him, shocked. “This is the same theater where the touring cast of Into the Woods performed in 1989.”

“Really?” he smiles at how excited you are.

“Yeah! Oh my god…” you chuckle in disbelief, then look at him again. “This is going to be really, really great.”

He smiles. He thinks you’re right. If anyone would know what makes a great theater, it would be you. A few minutes later, he pulls into the parking lot, recognizing the other few cars there, and seeing Nini and Kourtney help Miss Jenn unload the props and costumes from her car. You get out of the car, and Ricky watches you jog over to Miss Jenn, asking where she wants you to put stuff, while Carlos talks to his uncle, who’s unlocking the door. You head back over, grabbing a few boxes and walking toward the door.

“She said to put them backstage and we’ll organize it all once we know what we’re working with.”

A few of your friends are right behind you, arms filled with boxes. Carlos opens the back door, and Miss Jenn passes around some flashlights before guiding you all into the building. You pass through the backstage area, past the dressing rooms, and into the wings, finally stepping onto the stage. Even in the dark, with miscellaneous old props and storage boxes, it’s breathtaking. The dust floats down gently in your flashlight beams, reminding you of the first snow of the season.

Next to you, his flashlight beam sweeping over the dusty couches and empty chairs sitting on the tables, Ricky’s breath is gone from his lungs. A huge wave of emotion overcomes him, and he sees it. The inherent beauty in all theaters you had been telling him about. Next to him, Miss Jenn rests her hand on his shoulder, giving it a little squeeze.

“Welcome home.”

He feels it, he feels that he’s finally home. A little while later, everything has been brought in and stacked somewhat neatly. As they’ve been bringing in boxes, moving props, and sweeping up, there’s a tangible sense of togetherness growing between the cast and crew, one Ricky notices. Miss Jenn now has her cast on stage while her crew tries to make sense of the lights, soundboards, and other backstage areas.

The lights are finally up, you’ve cleared off the stage for the most part, and Miss Jenn gets ready for her welcome to tech rehearsal speech. No one has been able to get a hold of Gina, and Natalie is still recovering from getting her wisdom teeth out. She’d sent a selfie of her with her cheeks all swollen, accompanied by the caption, I lived bitches. Her sister texted on her phone a few minutes later letting the cast group chat know she’s totally knocked out, and will be asleep for a while, so you all sent her nice messages for when she wakes up.

Miss Jenn gets everyone’s attention to introduce tech rehearsals, expectations for the cast and crew, and some words of inspiration, and the excitement is palpable. Before she can, a large sandbag falls suddenly, crashing less than a foot away from you. You scream, hands flying to your ears as you jump back, and Ricky pulls you close to him reflexively, one arm over your head, the other around your waist.

Every muscle in your body is tense, and he can feel you shaking in his grasp while the shocked frightened noises from your castmates die down. He suddenly hates this theater. He looks up at the catwalk with a venomous glare, a warning not to scare you like that again.

“Are you okay?” he asks quietly. You don’t answer. You’re staring into space, hand clutched over your mouth and shaking like a leaf, breaths fast and shallow. Miss Jenn takes one look at you, eyes widening in realization.

“Okay, Ricky, why don’t you two go backstage and run some lines while we… sort this out.” she gestures vaguely above you. He agrees, guiding you into the wings, while Miss Jenn gets everyone’s attention back on her.

Ricky ushers you through the wings, past the dressing room, and into a secluded storage room. In the back behind the piano and table stacked with boxes, sits a couch, that like everything else in the building, is covered in a thin layer of dust. You sit down next to him, shaking and trying not to cry. A binder slips out of one of the boxes and falls to the ground, loose paper fluttering down, and you jump like a terrified alley cat. You cling onto him, and he rubs your back, hoping that will help. You haven’t said a word yet, and he’s starting to get worried.

“Are you okay?” he asks again. You’re clearly not, and he’s struggling for words, for something that will help you feel better. He doesn’t notice you pulling out your phone and typing until his dings with a text from you, the familiar text tone he set just for you resonating in the quiet room. He checks the text you sent him. It’s a diagram for breathing exercises for panic attacks. That’s what’s going on, he realizes, you’re having a panic attack. He freezes for a second, mind racing. He realizes after a moment that freaking out isn’t going to help you at all. He takes a shaky breath, then looks at the diagram.

“Okay,” he says, “you ready?” You nod.

He inhales, holds his breath, lets it out, and holds it again in four second intervals, counting you through it as you breathe together. He repeats the steps again and again, feeling your grip on his arm gradually loosen. He notices the changes, slow and gradual, as the breathing exercises start to work. The relief you both feel as he witnesses you progressively come down from this is unlike anything else he’s ever felt. A little while later, you think you’ve calmed down enough to talk about it.

“Are you okay?” he asks, voice soft and tender.

“Yeah.” you say. He’s never been more relieved to hear your voice. You take in a shaky breath, fumbling for the words you’re looking for.

“Hey, you don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to, dude.” he says, nudging you gently. You pause, then let out a breathy, weepy laugh, remembering the first time you said that to him. It gets quiet again. You can tell him, you think. You’ve mentioned that your dad was an asshole in the past, so you’re sure it won’t be too much of a shock. Your therapist has said it’s good to talk about this stuff in places where you feel safe enough to. You don’t think you’ve ever felt safer than in a theater, than with Ricky right next to you. You take in a steadying breath.

“My dad, before he left,” you start. Your voice is so small, he’s never heard you speak so quietly, “he got… scary… when he was mad sometimes. Loud noises still make me kind of jumpy, you know?”

He understands what you’re saying. More than he hates this theater for putting you in danger, he hates that someone ever made you afraid like that - especially someone who was supposed to take care of you. He’s never met him, and he’s sure you wouldn’t want him to, but Ricky really hates your dad now.

“Yeah,” he says softly, still rubbing your back. You fidget with your fingers. It’s quiet again.

“He never came to any of my shows.”

There’s a retroactive, humorless laugh towards the end.

“I started giving my comp tickets to friends cause I knew he wouldn’t come.”

Ricky somehow hates this guy even more. You look up, eyes moving around, taking in the details of the room.

“I guess that’s why theaters have always felt like more of a home, you know?” you chuckle, remembering how much normal stuff you missed out on to be at rehearsals so much. “Even when things were bad, they were still good. Plus, it was the one place he was guaranteed not to be, so…”

At some point, you curled up against him, and your head now rests on his warm chest. His hoodie is soft under your cheek, and you feel close to him. It’s a nice feeling.

“So, why did you stop?”

“Stop what?” you ask, snapping out of your train of thought circling around how nice he feels against you.

“If theatre’s your home, why did you stop?” Maybe he shouldn’t ask, but you’ve told him so many times how glad you were to start acting again when you started at East High. You let out a dry laugh, a cynical tinge of hindsight present in your reply.

“I thought it would be easier.” you state. It sounds so stupid to say out loud now, but it did make sense at the time. “Going from such a face paced, high pressure environment to normal life in a suburban town… I thought I could be normal. I thought I would feel more fulfilled if I really committed to letting myself be a normal teenager for a while, but…” You laugh again, this one warmer.

“I couldn’t stop.” you confess. “I did one summer completely free of any and all performing arts - I even quit dance - and I practically lost my mind. It was terrible. In a profession like this, it either drives you totally crazy or keeps you sane. I guess I need theatre to keep me sane.” You laugh again. “God, listen to me. I sound like such an actor…” you chuckle, hoping he doesn’t think you sound too pretentious.

He understands. There’s a certain peace he’s noticed he only finds in rehearsal spaces. He wonders if that makes him an actor too. He hopes it does. He can sense how comfortable around him you are, and it makes his heart feel full, that you trust him when you’re so vulnerable. You trace your hand across his chest, then idly through his hair, and he feels like his heart is going to burst. It gets quiet again, the only noises are your soft breaths mixing together and his pulse racing under your fingertips.

“Thanks for this…” you begin, but the words dry up in your throat as you look over at him, realizing how close you are, how alone the two of you are. It hits you how close you’re pressed against each other, how badly you want to touch him. Based on the way he’s looking at you, he’s thinking the same thing.

You can’t hold back from kissing him any longer. Besides, why should you? Life is short, who are you to deprive yourselves of the pleasure of kissing someone you’re really into? Especially in such an intimate moment like this, all cozy and tucked away together. You start to lay back, letting him pin you against the cushions of the couch, but a cloud of dust rises up on impact, followed by the noise of something that you swear was a rat scrabbling away. You clap your hand over your mouth, you and Ricky staring at each other in shock.

“Nope.” you say.

“Nope.” he agrees, standing up.

“Nope.” you echo, both moving quickly away from the couch. Before you can take a look around for another convenient place to make out for a little while, Ricky picks you up in one swift motion, setting you on the table full of boxes stacked nearly as high as your head that he can just see over. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you back in for another kiss.

“Ricky…” you giggle when he bites your neck, moving his hand into your pants.

He’s never felt closer to you than he does now, holding you tight in his arms while his fingers plunge in and out of your dripping heat as you sigh against his skin. No matter how many times you feel them stretching your tight walls and rubbing that spot that makes your eyes roll back, it never fails to amaze you how good his fingers feel inside you like this. They reach places yours could never, and maybe it’s the years of playing guitar, but they always seem to know just what to do to make you throb and squeeze around them.

Soon you’re ready for more, you need more, and he can feel that. You watch in anticipation, breath bated, as he undoes his jeans enough to pull out his cock, hard and leaking for you, pulsing in his hand. He quickly rolls a condom up his shaft, just as needy to be inside you as you are for him, and lines himself up with your entrance. He works his way in, gently, slowly burying his cock inside you. He peppers your face with kisses until he’s all the way in, his pelvis nudging against your twitching clit.

He starts to thrust slowly, settling into a rhythm and squeezing your hips in his hands. You wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him closer to push your tongue into his mouth. He makes you feel good, so good, and he’s barely gotten started. He ruts his hips into yours, giving you everything you need, fucking all the residual stress and sadness out of your sweet, pretty head. He’s careful not to go too crazy, toeing the line between comforting pleasure and overstimulation.

You cling onto him so tightly, so vulnerable in his arms, batting your pretty eyes up at him and god, it makes his stomach twist. Your breath fans warm across his face with every little pant, every moan he draws out of you, and it feels better than the warmest shower on the coldest day. He’s dizzy with pleasure, burying his face into your neck to get high off the sweet scent of the perfume you’re wearing today - this one smelling like book pages and fruit.

In spite of the way you cling to him and clench around him and moan his name, he doesn’t know how you feel, what you are. He wishes he had an answer, because he can feel it building up. You’re so tight and wet, squeezing him so pretty than any strength he would have had not to say it so soon is gone.

“I-”

“Ricky?”

You both freeze at the sound of Nina’s voice making her way through the crowded room. Ricky sees the instant your eyes get wide and you bite your lip, eyes locked with yours, and he has to try not to cum on the spot from how goddamn cute you look and how quick you clench and squeeze around him. He doesn’t hesitate, pulling your head down to his chest, below the line of the boxes as Nini finally walks past the piano and sees him obscured by boxes. Tucked into his chest, you’re out of her line of sight. You can feel yourself squeeze around him, pulsing, a breath away from cumming. You’re surprised at how turned on the protective gesture makes you, the feeling of his hand on the back of your head keeping you tucked away. He lets out a low hiss of air only you hear.

“Um, Miss Jenn wants to know where you guys went.” she says. If Ricky hadn’t been so focused on looking relaxed and casual instead of like he wasn’t balls deep in the tightest wettest warmest cunt he could ever dream of, he would have noticed the shape her mouth made. He would have recognized it as the same tell she’s had since they were little and asked why she was lying, what she really wanted. Nini tries to look around the room for you, but Ricky jumps in before she can.

“I think she went to the bathroom,” he gestures toward the doorway, “I’ll go find her and we’ll be there in a couple minutes. You can head back, and tell Miss Jenn.” He takes slow, shallow breaths, trying to keep a poker face, trying not to let her realize anything is going on. She looks around the room a little more.

“...Okay.” she sighs. “Hurry up.” She looks back at him once before leaving. You both wait with bated breath until you’re sure she’s gone.

“That was such a close call,” you breath, ethereal and glowing lighting his skin on fire wherever you touch and he feels it build up in a rush again.

“Yeah,” he chokes out, hoping the wrong words don’t slip out instead, “It was.” He’s teetering on the precipice, the words about to spill out, practically edging himself by staying still when you throb and squeeze and pulse around him like that, so he does what anyone would do - he presses hot, wet, open mouthed kisses against your soft pretty lips, and bends over to fuck you within an inch of your life. He moves down your neck as his hips piston into yours, knocking all the air from your lungs.

“Ricky!” You giggle, overwhelmed with the pace he’s set and the playful kisses he’s smothering you with.

“Shh, peach, we don’t want someone to find us in here again, right?” he mutters into your skin, that sensitive spot below your ear, and you let out a shuddering sigh. You’re trying so hard to stifle your noises but the best you can do is dampen them. Everything he does feels so good, and he’s so… excited to touch you like this, to make you giggle, that it makes you light headed from all the attention. He pants, resting his head on your shoulder and nuzzled into your neck, overwhelmed by you. He squeezes his eyes closed and scrunches his nose when he smiles in disbelief that someone can make him feel so good, that he love someone this much, and god, he loves you so much.

The nerve builds again, and he can feel himself getting dangerously close. It’s not the first time by any means, and he’s sure it won’t be the last. So fuck it, he thinks, throwing caution to the wind. What’s the worst that could happen? You don’t do stuff like this in a dusty storage room full of cobwebs and props unless you really like someone, right? And really liking someone is close to loving them. Maybe he should take a leap of faith. He takes in a breath.

“I love-”

The words and air alike are knocked out of his lungs as you clench hard around him, cumming hard. You hide your face in his shoulder in an adorable attempt to muffle the sounds you're making, nails lightly scratching his back as you hold onto him for dear life. The breath he was going to use to tell you that leaves his mouth as a moan instead. You catch your soft, pretty lips with his, and shove your tongue down his throat to quiet both of you, and it’s enough to send him over the edge. He cums hard, drowning in that pleasure that only you can give him.

“Fuck,” he moans into your mouth, panting against your skin as his hips rut and spasm against your sensitive walls, your throbbing clit. You gradually come down from your high, and manage to run into the bathroom to get cleaned up before walking back together, trying to be inconspicuous. Miss Jenn gestures for Ricky to come over to her so she can ask if you’re okay. During his brief absence, Nina shows up next to you.

“You were gone for a while,” she starts quietly, trying to see if your story lines up with Ricky’s. You look over at her smiling, mouth agape, and point to Kourtney, who’s belting her heart on stage.

“Oh my god!” you breathe, excited and trying not to interrupt, “Did you know she could sing like that?”

“Yeah, of course,” Nina starts. She’s Kourtney’s best friend, of course she knows she can sing.

“She’s amazing…” you smile, wondering why she didn’t audition initially. You hope she will in the future, you’re sure Miss Jenn could use someone like her in the cast as well as the crew. Before Nina can wrap back around to her initial question, you’re slipping away to get your water bottle from your bag. Miss Jenn catches your eye, silently and sincerely asking if you’re okay. You flash her a smile and thumbs up. You are now. She nods, then continues typing something on her laptop.

On your way back, you catch a glimpse of her screen. It’s a total accident, but you don’t like what you see. She’s emailing Principal Gutierrez about using the school gym for the show instead of the El Rey. Your brow furrows. Why wouldn’t she want to use the El Rey? It’s beautiful, affordable, and available, it’s the perfect fit. The school gym? How would that even work? You pull out your phone to text your mom, determined not to let Ricky perform his first show in a gym when a beautiful theater is ready and waiting for you.

One quick text to your mom - who’s just as confused about that as you are - and she tells you she’s on top of it. You thank her, glad to have someone that great in your corner. You look over at Ricky, who’s currently sword fighting EJ with a wrapping paper tube. You smile. He’s so sweet, and he’s been through so much, the least you can do is make sure he has the best experience with theatre you possibly can - and that means performing right here on opening night.

#hsmtmts #hsmtmts x reader #hsmtmts smut #ricky bowen #ricky bowen x reader #ricky bowen smut #rocks at your window #I think when I die I want to be a theatre ghost #also there's an actual el ray theater in I think california which is what I'm imagining in terms of imagry

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whataperfectwasteoftime · 1 year

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Can we pretty pls have a small little Control snippet? 🥺❤️🥺

Hi!!!!

Yes! And I know I have another ask buried wayyyy down in my inbox about Control snippets--the problem is not "do I want to share Control snippets" so much as it is "WHICH Control snippet should I share????????" It's very hard for me to throw out what I think is the best/most representative of the book/most likely to get people to want to buy the book LOL.

The following is a snippet from Chapter 1, which is from Noah's POV. He's currently in a relationship with someone who's.... not that great for him.

The problem is, Noah already knows how to calm that beast inside of him. He knows exactly how to cater to his possessive streak, that part of him that has always wanted just a little too much. It’s not that Noah doesn’t realize he’s… intense. But, since dating Renee, he’s tried to dial it back, knowing she thinks that he can be a bit of a control freak, sometimes. It’s a small price to pay, he thinks, for a lifetime of love.

Noah’s hands come up to the clasp of Renee’s dress, slowly undoing it and pulling the zipper down. Renee gives him more than enough, more than he deserves to take. He slides the dress off of her shoulders and lets it pool on the floor. Renee’s hands automatically move to help him, starting to reach around for the clasp of her bra to undo it herself. Noah gently stops them.

“Indulge me?” he asks softly.

Renee huffs a little laugh out of her nose, knowing what he’s asking for. “Taking care of people isn’t an indulgence,” she teases.

It’s not a ‘no,’ so Noah keeps going, taking off her bra, sliding her pretty thigh-highs down her legs, not letting her lift a finger to help.

“You’re always treating me like a china doll,” she grumbles.

Noah chuckles, taking in the bare expanse of her skin. If only she knew the half of it, he thinks. He wants to mark up her pretty skin with his teeth, his fingers, his hands, then treat her like the most delicate piece of glass afterward—putting her back together patiently and carefully. He wants to undress her, brush her hair, fall asleep with his fingers buried in her cunt, but the accusations of his ex-wife ring in his ears. Depraved. Clingy. Possessive. Renee’s common refrain that he’s being too much, to dial it back a bit, makes him stuff those urges down.

She always argues that she’s too independent to be what Noah really wants. It’s an argument they’ve had enough times that Noah no longer pushes back—no longer insists that it’s not about independence or strength versus weakness. Renee’s submission would be a comfort to him in a way he can never find a good way to explain, so he’s stopped trying. He isn’t sure how to give voice to what he really wants, and either way, if Renee isn’t interested—and she clearly isn’t—it’s a moot point, anyway.

The two of them fit well together in so many other ways, Noah thinks to himself as he slides inside of her. He and Renee seem to always be on the same wavelength, able to finish each other’s sentences, to know what the other is thinking with just a glance. It’s helpful at parties—all he has to do is look at her and know exactly what she thinks about a topic, the corners of his eyes crinkling with mirth as he sees her agreement with him written all over her face.

We fit well, Noah thinks as Renee comes undone for the first time. They have the same career goals in life, the same political views, the same sense of humor. They both like the same pizza toppings and the same movies. Having differences is important. Isn’t that what they say? That’s what keeps the relationship interesting. It wouldn’t do to see eye-to-eye on everything. Everyone makes compromises in a relationship. He can stuff all of those feelings down, suppress those urges, bury his desires for control.

Renee clenches around him a second time, eliciting a fairly self-satisfied smirk from Noah in response. His thumb finds her clit again, already searching for a third, but he can tell from the small crease on her forehead that she’s done for the night, too overstimulated to go again. Noah stops holding himself back, giving himself over to the feel of her hot, velvety walls dragging against the length of his cock until his hips stutter and he finishes inside of her with a soft groan of her name.

“Come take a shower with me,” Noah murmurs in Renee’s ear after they’ve basked in the afterglow for some time. “Wanna clean you up.”

Renee makes a little groan of protest. “It’s late, Noah.”

Noah glances over at the clock on the bedside table. It’s nine-thirty. He makes a face, despite himself. They’ve stayed up far later simply watching TV on the couch.

“Better to get clean now than wait until morning, don’t you think?” he asks. His hand trails up her inner thigh to swipe his fingers through the mess of both of their releases, proving his point.

“I’ll just grab some tissues,” Renee mumbles, rolling over.

“Let me,” Noah protests. He’s not one to leave his partners high and dry after sex; he’s always been one to be there with a glass of water, tissues, a warm cloth, or, preferably, a nice hot shower where he can feel the soapy planes of someone’s body as he gently washes them clean.

“It’s fine,” Renee says, raising her voice just a little. “Stop making such a fuss.”

Noah pouts playfully. “I like to make a fuss,” he argues.

“No shit,” she agrees, her tone a mixture of affection and exasperation. “Go to sleep, Noah.”

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bellafragolina · 2 years

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So i had this idea..Ingo,Emmet,Piers and Guzma with DJ s/o?

Oooh, DJ's are super cool!

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Ingo:

He thinks you're very impressive. It takes a trained ear to be able to great the tunes that you do, to be able to tell what the crowd is feeling and line up songs, including requests, with it. He's proud of your talents, and takes no shit from people who try to discredit your profession

Ingo loves listening to you do you thing. If you have a public gig, he'll love to attend. Loud parties aren't usually his forte, but he wants to support you and listen to your music.

He's more into slower songs and classical pieces that help him relax, so if you can create him something with those types of tunes in mind, he's incredibly grateful and extremely touched. He'll tear up, and kiss you in thanks. You're far too good to him

Emmet:

Thinks you're the coolest thing to ever exist. He loves songs that are upbeat and make your blood pump, so he's right there with you as you create mixes and playlists, his own two cents added into everything, mixed with praise and plenty of proud kisses

He's at your every gig, even more private ones. He uses his status as a Subway Boss to crash parties, and dances away to your music. He cheers loudly for you too, making sure everyone knows just how amazing he thinks you are. He's got glow sticks and everything (babe, pls, this is a wedding??)

He'll scream if you make him a mix or similar. He loves it so much, and plays it constantly at the station, sometimes without headphones if he's alone in the office or his train car. Depot agents and challengers alike have to deal with waiting for him to finish jamming out before they can talk with him. The music is fire tho

Piers:

Y'all are the definition of a power couple. He makes music, and you mix it. You're in charge of all his remixes, and he has you work most all of his gigs. You make sweet music together, and always have fun playing off one another in a show. The crowds love it too, for there's nothing like the combined creativity of two partners ready to go hard

He attends all your other gigs too. He's a little low key for ragers, but he likes sitting at the bar, nursing something sweet as he watches you have fun with the crowd. It makes him smile as he nods along to the music you play. He jokingly asks for your autograph afterwards, laughing when you slug his arm

You two are both semi-famous, so going out anywhere is always a treat. People usually are fans of both of you, excited to meet you both, but some lean which way or the other. A few of Piers' snarkier fans try to make mean comments towards you about your profession, but Piers has Obstagoon chase them off. Yeah, not happening

Guzma:

Guzma thinks you're so badass. He loves the stuff you make, and wants to learn how to DJ himself. He'll beg you to let him try, then act haughty behind your equipment, even if he doesn't understand any of the buttons or dials or knobs. He'll make the foulest sounding mix you've ever heard, and get all chuffed about it. Bless him

The grunts are tripping over themselves whenever you come around, especially if you bring your equipment. They all want to learn from you too (usually with the same results as Guzma) but they're also in awe over how cool you are. They have your music playing constantly, which Guzma approves of

If you make him a mix, though, he's boasting to any and everyone with ears. You're paraded around, and everyone that you happen to run into is told about how you're a famous DJ that made him a mix. He'll play it loud in a public space to force everyone to listen until the cops (Nanu) come and chase him off

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Can you tell I don't know a lot about DJ-ing. I hope you enjoyed it anyway, love! Have a great day!

~Renee

#ingo x reader #emmet x reader #submas x reader #piers x reader #guzma x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader

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sycamoretrees · 1 year

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your rj/renee/mox agenda you say..... I'm intrigued

i've reeled in another one

[because certain people are on tumblr we're going to be referring to ONE of the people involved solely as DJ Roomba from now on. anon legally you have to tell me if you are in fact DJ Roomba. also for the love of god don't be weird and show this to anyone involved]

1. DJ Roomba and renee have a prolonged pigtail-pulling twitter exchange of 'antagonism' and 'mockery' (flirting)

1a. Also note renee's episode of Hey ew, more of the same

2. This one of danhausen's vlogs where he made a seemingly reluctant and embarrassed DJ Roomba stand next to renee while pointing out to renee how DJ Roomba had dressed like her husband (leather jacket, boots, lollipop) VERY MUCH in the manner of a friend who knows his friend has a crush, while DJ Roomba avoids eye contact with renee (who is having a GREAT time)

2a. I truly cannot do justice to the face journey DJ Roomba goes on in that video, you just have to watch it (see this post also)

3. yknow, yearning

4. and then of course mox beating the shit out of DJ Roomba (no link can't find it) and I know what you're thinking, Hey this is Jealousy right? Mox is mad that DJ Roomba has been crushing on his wife? No my dude, what do we know about Jon Moxley and why he beats people up: HORN. Mox is into it, Renee is into Mox beating people up, DJ Roomba is horny and alarmed and confused and they're both into that also.

(also I can't keep calling him DJ Roomba jesus christ it's just DJ from now on)

I think with DJ, like. the fact that his whole show/persona is predicated on 1. Ironic remove and 2. maintaining both an intellectual and emotional superiority over his guests makes me extremely into the idea of... How long can he keep that up? How long can he jokingly brush off the humiliation/arousal of a totally-in-control Renee who knows 100% that he's into her and also that he doesn't want to admit it and how far can she go before he can't hide it any more?

I had a vague outline for a fic where renee invites DJ over and comes onto him in front of mox while DJ gets more and more flustered (I think I envisage DJ as chiefly being scared of mox but then also finding him hot because, yknow, it's mox) (in this specific iteration it's like a dom!renee thing, DJ overwhelmed and uncertain and eager, mox happy to go along with whatever his superhot wife wants etc.)

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marsbar17 · 19 days

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Hello! I was wondering if maybe I can old get some sfw/nsfw hcs for mirage x wriath? If you haven’t don’t them already pls ;-;

Of course! Everytime I see this ship I think about the early days of apex back when I was like 13 hdjdhsjka

Also I just like an hour ago I got another anon ask for this ship so this worked out pffff

Anyways I hope you like this, I put my heart and soul into it :)

Mirage x Wraith Headcannons :)

Contains: NSFW further below

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《SFW》

• Two bisexuals in love <333

• We all know Wraith holds the reins in this relationship, ain't no way she's letting Mirage boss her around

• Just like in my Mirage x Reader headcanons, Mirage is like a lost puppy looking for affection

• Wraith is the type of person to go up to the fast food workers and tell them that Mirage asked for no pickles pffff

• Wraith is Mirages scary dog privilege, anyone who fucks with him gets a kunai to the throat

• Mirage gets invited to game night with Wraith, Wattson, and Crypto

• He feels very betrayed that they made a weekly hangout without him, and they let him win uno to make him feel better

• I feel like Wraith would have a stutter due to the amount of voices in her head, it's hard to talk while a bunch of other people are also talking in your head

• Mirage is patient and comforting with Wraith's stutter, he knows well enough how embarrassing it can feel to stumble over your words constantly

• Mirage is a great cook, he likes to make fancy-ish dinners for Wraith and he sets the table with like candles and wine and shit and he comes out like "I have your filet mignon with cranberry sauce, ma'am"

• In terms of dates, they probably stay home a lot, but occasionally Mirage will drag Wraith out to the paradise lounge or to a small coffee shop

• Wraith adopts a cat and Mirage pretends he doesn't like the cat but then Wraith finds him baby talking the cat and falls even more in love with him

• I feel like Wraith would lovingly bully Mirage with nicknames, she probably calls him dumbass, idiot, or just Elliot or El, maybe the occasional hun

• Mirage calls Wraith baby, babe, darling, Renee, or Ren

• Mirages love languages are physical affection and quality time

• Wraiths love languages are the same

《NSFW》

• Wraith pegs him, no questions asked

• They probably switch top and bottom depending on the day and on the mood, but Wraith is always in control IM SORRY I LITERALLY CANT IMAGINE THAT MAN BEING DOMINANT

• Mirage has an oral fixation and loves having his mouth put to use, Wraith gets piercings on her nipples and her clit just so he has more to play with

• Wraith, on the other hand, isn't as into giving oral. I feel like she wouldn't enjoy the feeling of sucking dick, she'll suck on the tip and kiss all along the length, she'll even suck on the balls, but she doesn't like going too far with it

• Mirage is perfectly fine with this, plus Wraiths hands are enough to drive him crazy

• Wraith doesn't want to be vulnerable in public but she will tease the hell out of Mirage and jerk him off in public spots during the games because she knows he loves it

• Wraith leaves as many hickeys as she can all over Mirage so everyone knows he belongs to her

• Their favorite positions are riding and doggy (Mirage receiving)

• Wraith calls Mirage puppy, good boy, and whore

• Mirage calls Wraith ma'am, baby, mommy, and maybe mistress

• For the most part, even during rougher and kinkier sex, their actually very loving and intimate. Theirs lots of soft kisses and touches, comforting words, and communication

• Aftercare always consists of cuddles and talking about likes, dislikes, anything and everything

• Mirage likes to give Wraith back massages afterwards once he's got the energy back, she doesn't ask him to, he just does because he wants to

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My requests are always open, so if theirs anything Apex, Overwatch, etc on your mind, shoot me a request and I'll do it!

Have a good day!

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suiciderape · 8 months

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u dont even like him hes being nasty! well thats my daughter and i love her! so lets get started on why shes the best daughter in the world no! ok so lets get started on why shes the best cunt in the world shes her best friends pussy destective she gets raped by her best friends bfs friends for no fucking reason! shes like hella much insane on suicide rape its hella much murdery and awkward to have the russian mafia in ur house bc they are cool as shit! whats her name? veronica why? she likes me and she doesnt know why? whats wrong with her? she likes my bf! whats that about? shes into my friend? who? her bfs daughter is she blonde? yes! ok so whats up with veronica? shes into my friend hes hella coolA but hes my best friend too! um whose he? shes my daughter? veronicaas daughter? um who is this? paranoid whose that? me yoon daamn! who is this? desarae renee hollins ohA whats going on? the whole world is confusing and i need help writing eboy manga rome my manga about kpop idols thats it? yes! :) and aniyah and the world are trying to put me into mental wards um kamakazi style i want to meet no limit soliders yoon he said hes my daddy? and i heard it in jock hell nation oouut um im scared bc i can write and i want to meet him he might sue me for this shit its all true and i am attractive so pls help me meet him pls im a huge fan of yoon keeho plus i dont want to go to the mental ward i like writing and im im the romeo! romeo! romeo! universe its hella jock hell natiom tight pls help a bitch ouut aleiah and desarae oout ok so suicide rape is when um me a little girl is intelligent and kind ewA but everyon ew! wants to kill her and shes asian but looks black bc her family is filipino and egyptian but they adopted her soo her father keeho lets her live ew! with them and shes stuck between high school and 2011s jock hell nation oouuut shes gonna keep writing dude shes a writer and shes been trying nvm! ok were gonna help u! thank u :) ok! who are they? those ppl shes writinf as a 28 yr old woman who was bullied in 2011 on tumblr as totaltrasg for no reason and romeomtd9 is stuck btwn chak lord universe and romeo romeo wherefore art thou romeo jock hell nation tight! universe so pls help us understand why shes stuck here and cant ew! nvm! dont talk about anything yet! nvm get her out of here get s life! whose veronica? she wants t know eho nevet ever nevrt never never tell her anything whh? no@ no! shes jock hell nation tight like in the russian mafia tight dudee dont kill me ! pls she right its weird im poe rich still! and keeho yoon is her daddy thats it! oh nvm! get awawy from her thank u! no getting away from her never! ewww shes gay hahah fuck tard what language is this english latin bitch ass nigga its weird dude heeeell me! help me is he gonna kill me? nvm! ok? no ohmgd! what a waste of time! hahahaha what the fuck bitch? suck a fuck bitch that is it i dont wanna die alone without keeho hes my daddy he told me fr hell nah i did kill jesse vidal jr. tho in tha streets well do it@ nah ah go to bed ok end it end it end it russian mafia sucks ass!! byee

#russian mafia never never #it rocks

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hannahsmusings · 1 year

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Renee

*I wasn’t even in little space right now, feeling so submissive but it was in a different sort of way, just wanting him to claim me and own me and mark me, not caring about anything but him being inside me right now* *I let out a moan into his mouth as he slips his fingers inside my panties, biting down on his lip and tugging on it harshly, knowing he loved the pain, panting against his lips* I’m yours, Daddy.. no one else can fuck me like you do. No one else can make me feel as g-good as you do.. Only you, Daddy. *I moan loudly as his fingers were suddenly inside me, the intrusion so welcome but it wasn’t enough, I needed more and I needed it right now* Pl-Please, Daddy, n-need you inside me.. *I needed his cock like it was rain and I was living in a neverending drought, trying to bounce myself on his fingers, just frantic for more* Please, please bend me over.. fuck, please! *I was whining as I continued trying to bounce on his fingers and get more, my hands gripping at his shirt everywhere I could, just needing him so fucking bad right now that I felt like I was going crazy and if I didn’t feel him inside me I was going to die*

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*gasps and grunts as you tug on my lip with me teeth, groaning out as you say you were mine, heart pounding and feeling like that was the only thing that could quell the hunger in me that I had for you, heart pounding* Fuck, mine. My baby. *growls out as you call me Daddy, flushed and panting myself as I fuck you hard with my fingers, the wet sound filling the air with each pump of my fingers inside you, loving how you were begging and grabbing at me* So fucking desperate for me. *keeps pumping my fingers inside you as my thumb rubs messily against your clit, my other hand attempting to undo my trousers and belt, desperate to get inside youu and feeling like we both were chasing this connection for us as it had been so long, being inside you was so intimate and crucial to us showing our feelings and need for each other and because it hadn’t happened in awhile I felt it had driven us both crazy, feeling totally beside myself with desire* Renee, so fucking ready for me. You want Daddy inside you, babygirl? Tell me how much you want it. *leans in to kiss you hard and messily as I withdraw my fingers and hike your dress up, pulling my jeans and boxers down before I fist my cock and line myself up* Tell me you’re mine. *whispers against your lips, eyes black and feral as my chest heaves with my breaths, waiting for the words before I slam into you, pushing in with force and letting out a guttural groan at how good you felt*

#renee plot

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liptonsbabe · 3 years

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Time [J.B]

Jacob Black x Swan! Fem! reader

Summary: You are Jacob's imprint, but he is in love with your older sister Bella. Billy asks you for time so Jacob can clarify his feelings and realize that the imprint bond is stronger than everything, but you don't want him to be obligated to love you, anyway, you grant him the time his father asks for, however nothing changes until you decide to put an end to it.

Word count: 1.03K

Warnings: angst(?. Same note as ever, english not my mother language so pls tell me if something’s wrong

Gif’s not mine

Jacob Black ran out of the house with the rain soaking him from head to toe. His cropped hair dripped and the heat in his chest dried the water into a light mist that rose into the sky. You followed him running, stopping when you heard Billy's voice asking you to let him go.

The man approached you with difficulty, squeaking the wheels of his chair, stopping in front of the forest behind you with the letter that had just arrived clutched tightly in his hand.

Your eyes remained fixed on the forest where Jacob's fur was still blurring through the thick trees. You wanted to run after him and stop him from doing something crazy, but you weren't sure it would work out. You had just received Bella's invitation to her marriage with Edward Cullen and Jacob was devastated. You felt no different. Bella was your older sister by a year and you never got along with her, not because you didn't want it that way, but because most of the time she lived with her mother Renee and you had spent your whole life with Charlie in Forks after your mother's death. You and Bella were very different and that made your ideas diverge from each other causing you to have some disputes regarding your relationship with the Cullens and the feelings Jacob had for her.

You and Jacob were friends since childhood, Charlie, Harry and Billy used to go fishing every weekend so you grew up being very close to the Clearwater's, the Black sisters and with Jacob. You realized you were in love with him when on your fourteenth birthday he gave you a handmade necklace, with a beautiful pink topaz in the center carved by himself in the shape of a heart. You remembered feeling your stomach turn from the excitement of the gift and seeing Jacob's huge smile as he wished you a happy bday.

From that moment your love for him grew as time went on and you even thought he liked you too, however Bella's arrival ruined everything and Jacob went head over heels for her.

You had no hateful feelings towards Bella, after all she was your sister and you loved her, but it was clear that her relationship with Edward was a priority for her and that Jacob was nothing more than a friend. Their relationship became strange when the Cullens left the town and then Bella needed you and Jacob to get out of the depression in which Edward plunged her. You insisted her to get out of the house, do things together and Bella agreed only so Charlie wouldn't worry about her anymore. Then Bella would convince you to go to the Black's house and get into the garage to help Jacob repair the motorcycles she had bought with her college fund.

Then you became a ghost. You were there, but at the same time you weren't. Jacob became engrossed in your sister's presence leaving you aside. It hurt you that his attention was focused on Bella being that you had shared more together, however you thought that was what your sister needed to get over Edward and you were fine with that.

But then the Cullens came back and everything around you fell apart. Jacob began to change and his true nature emerged from the core of his body. Watching him turn into a huge wolf in front of your eyes made you realize that the legends Billy used to tell you were real and that the Quileutes were indeed descendants of warrior spirits who transformed into wolves to protect the reservation.

You thought everything in your relationship had changed when suddenly you were thrown into a spiral of confusion as Jacob's eyes locked onto yours after his first transformation. His eyes widened and he began to shake violently falling to the floor on his knees. You tried to grab him by the arms and felt as if an invisible force was pulling you to his chest wanting to take refuge in him forever.

Billy was with you when that happened and with a smile on his lips he told the story about the imprints, the importance they had in the pack and that you had become one of them.

Being Jacob's imprint didn't change the situation much. He was still in love with Bella, Bella with Edward and you with Jacob. It was an endless circle that was getting harder and harder to undo and that afternoon, as the invitation slipped through the Black's door you knew that even if your souls were connected in some way, you were never going to be first but Bella.

You kept looking out into the woods. A thunderstorm fell in the city and you felt Billy's hand squeeze your soaked jacket. You looked down meeting his gaze, silently pleading you.

"Give him time" he asked. You sighed

"Time" you repeated "for what, for him to continue to get his hopes up? for his heart break even more? no matter how much I do or how much I stand by him, Billy. Jacob will never stop loving Bella and letting him continue to be infatuated with her will only make his pain grow."

"You are his imprint."

"That stopped mattering for both of us a long time ago" you said, returning your gaze to the forest "We can't keep fooling ourselves, there may be a bond between us, but that doesn't mean he loves me. He wants to protect me, to have me by his side, but that's not really his desire, it's because his nature have forced him. Even my presence hasn't stopped him from running off after Bella."

Billy was silent. He squeezed your arm and you felt him pull his chair closer with his other hand. He stood beside you looking out into the damp forest where Jacob's plaintive howls could be heard.

"Time," Billy said earnestly. You half laughed

"Time? I have plenty of a lifetime to give him," you replied. A tear slipped down your cheek "But I highly doubt that he wants it."

Pt2

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