#[tysm for tagging me this was a nice break from work! :]

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

Hello love!! How are you doing? 💕

I LOVE your works so much!! You are so amazing and talented!! I wanted to thank you for writing the 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 cursed technique Nanami fic, and especially not judging me for it 🫶🏽. I don’t know you but you seem like such a nice and cool person, with that being said… I was thinking about a fic I saw where Saturo Gojo got his wisdom teeth removed and he falls in love with you over again and I thought that would ADORABLE but with Kento 😭 (also I can’t remember who wrote the fic to give credit sorry) So like yeah Nanami would get his wisdom teeth removed and you’d take care of him and he would be such a charming man (he already is) but like just the most fluff thing he’d be like “you’re a very beautiful nurse” “I’m not a nurse but thank you” you feel me? Anyways that was it lol

Much love and take care!! 💗💗

(I don’t know what anon is 😅 is it like your followers cause I see request and people ask if they can be added as anon and I’m like so confused)

You’re my…. my wife?

Tags: Nanami x fem!Reader, established relationship, crack, fluff, suggestive at the end.

An: Hey Anon! Tysm for requesting again. I’m glad you liked the freaky energy fic!! Also, ofc I’ll never judge you for any fic idea (as long as it’s not like straight up deplorable with nasty kinks).

I hope it’s okay, but I changed this fic idea a little because I fear it was a bit too close to the original creator’s idea, and I don’t want to encroach on their idea. However, I hope the vibes are still there that you wanted!!

Your normally strong, doting, intelligent husband has been reduced to a confused mess. Lying in the bed in the sterile infirmary, Shoko carefully monitors his vitals while Satoru recites exactly how it all happened for the nth time.

Your loving, sweet, charming husband was hit with a very specific cursed technique while he was out on a mission with Gojo. Luckily, he was physically unharmed and mostly mentally unharmed as well… except the cursed technique is one that messes with the memory.

The curse didn’t just want to kill Nanami; it wanted to break him. The curse robbed Nanami of his memory of his most precious moments: the one’s that included you.

His hazel eyes scanned the room, wondering why everyone was making such a big fuss over him. He was fine - really.

You sat beside his hospital bed, wanting to hold his hand, but you didn’t want to overwhelm him. Shoko said that his mind may be a bit fragile after having such a crucial part of his memory tampered with.

When his hazel eyes met yours, Nanami stared at you for a moment before shifting in his bed slightly. He looked to be uncomfortable with your sheer presence, which only broke your heart more.

“Were you hit with the cursed technique too?” He finally speaks, looking over at you with a bit of a confused look. He was really trying to piece together why you were here with him.

“Oh, um… no..” You quietly respond with a forced smile. Your heart longed for your husband, and he was right here but he wasn’t your husband.

“Forgive me… Are you Shoko’s apprentice..?” He tries once again to remember. He’s seen your face before. Maybe in a different lifetime.

Satoru and Shoko are silent as they both witness what’s going on between you and Nanami. Holding their breaths, they’re hopeful that he’ll regain his memory at some point. The curse couldn’t just extract memories. As Shoko explained it, the curse probably just kept the memories hidden from Nanami. Your husband will probably slowly start to remember you over time.

“No… I’m not Shoko’s apprentice.” You politely answer again. As bittersweet as this is, it’s certainly a cute scene to see Kento trying to make conversation with you.

“Hm.” He hums to himself quietly before he gazes at you again. His hand combs through his hair, trying to fix it up from lying in the hospital bed, and Satoru quietly snickers.

“Trying to look good for her, Nanamin?” He teases lightheartedly, earning a death glare from your husband. You softly giggle too, realizing what’s going on. Your poor husband isn’t uncomfortable with your presence. He’s nervous.

“Don’t be crude, Satoru. There’s a lady in the room.” He huffs, shaking his head at Satoru’s audacity.

“Aww, thank you, Nanami.” Shoko grins, subtly playing along with Satoru’s tactic.

“I wasn’t talking about you.” Nanami responds flatly before his eyes shift to you in another “secretive” glance, except everyone notices how he keeps looking at you. Your husband can’t keep his eyes off of you.

“I.. apologize for being a bit forward, but do you think we could…” His eyes flicker down to the wedding band that’s proudly sat upon your finger. His face subtly drops to a disappointed look. “Ah, I see. forget what I was saying.”

Shoko and Satoru are nearly losing it. The irony that Nanami is disappointed that he can’t ask you out because you’re married to him is hilarious. You give them a look, and they both quickly excuse themselves from the room, so they can go laugh together.

Once the two are finally out of the room, you smile softly before placing your hand over your husband’s, using your thumb to gently stroke the back of his hand. He looks at you with an unsure look, but he doesn’t remove his hand. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows harshly.

“If you were my wife, I wouldn’t like you touching another man like that…” He mutters quietly, causing you to softly giggle.

“Well, it’s a good thing I am your wife.” You finally reveal to him, unable to keep the secret any longer.

Nanami’s eyes widen, and he looks at you with sparkling eyes but also utter confusion written all over his face. His heart is racing in his chest. The heart monitor starts to beep at a more pressured pace. The pretty woman that has been sitting next to him is his wife…?

“You’re my… my wife?” He asks quietly.

“Mhm.” You hum in agreement before lacing your fingers with his. Your wedding band rubs against his. Both of the gems were cut from the same diamond. His eyes then focus on the joining of your hands, and he notices it too. “We’ve been married for a few years now.” You explain in a calm tone, trying to ease him into the idea of it all.

“I… I’m sorry… I don’t-“ Nanami is rarely off kilter like this, but he’s just trying to wrap his head around it all. You’re his wife… You’re his wife. “I’m sorry- I just can’t seem to remember…”

“It’s okay, Ken. Take your time.” You encourage as you rub on his hand gently.

His eyes fall to his lap, and a small smile curls on his lips. He may not completely comprehend what’s going on, but he knows in his very soul that he’s the luckiest man alive because you’re his wife.

Watching Ken fall in love with you all over again and rediscover all his daily pleasures was a treat. He slowly regained his memory over time: prompted by his senses randomly picking up on familiar sighs, smells, or even tastes.

Ken didn’t only fall in love with you all over again. He fell in love with the life he cultivated with you again. He found himself laughing a bit harder. He squeezed you a bit tighter. He lounged in bed for an extra ten minutes in the morning time to bask in your presence.

Oh, and that’s not to mention the literal tears he cried the first time he felt your cherished cunt after the incident. The way you squeezed around him so intensely… the way it’s so fucking wet — greedily sucking him in… Goddamn, he’s so lucky to have you.

[love-belle]

you're the best in my life and i lost you !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which they truly are the best in each other's lives but they lost them.

or

for when you finally get to know that maybe it is unrequited. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // charles leclerc x fem!reader

prequel - i'd never walk cornelia street sign ⋆·˚ ༘ *

warnings - language

author's note - finally here!!!!! i REALLLLLLY hope u like it !!! i have so much planned for this week and i hope i can show u all of it soon !!! thank u so much for reading i love you <3

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yourusername my sophomore album "good riddance" is finally here and i'm soooo excited for u all to hear little pieces of my heart sewn together. every single syllable is what i feel and what i have been feeling. we all have that one person that we absolutely refuse to talk about so just like that, i ended up writing a whole album instead. thank you sooo much for supporting me, i love you all forever. and to the inspiration behind this, thank you. you were good to me. you're the best i've ever had.

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username SCREECHING WHAT THE FUCK

username oh my god

username now im half of myself here without you?????? you're the best in my life and i lost you????? and we had no control when it fell through???? it was one sided hate how i hurt you?????

-> username WHERE DO WE GO NOW

username i 😭 know 😭 i 😭 know 😭 better 😭 you're 😭 no 😭 guarantee 😭

username I ALMOST LOST IT I'LL HEAL EVENTUALLY BUT FASTER WHEN UR NEXT TO ME NEXT TO ME

-> username IM CODEPENDENT BUT TRYING HARD NOT TO BE IM BETTER WHEN UR NEXT TO ME

username why the FUCK aren't people talking about the blue and how it's literally her and charles???

-> username "you came out of the blue like that i never could've seen you coming i think you're everything i wanted" NAHHH FRRRRR

username there was absolutely NO NEED to break my heart like this

username charles is probably tearing up rn likeeee

-> username bro's hiding in a corner bc i KNOW lily is out for blood today

danielricciardo cool album

-> yourusername thank u i wrote it myself!!!!!!

-> username as if daniel's stories aren't js him crying and singing along the whole album 😭😭😭

username "i know it won't work" had NO business ruining me like that when i know damn well i haven't even held hands with someone

username THE VOICE MESSAGE IN THE INTERLUDE OMGKMGKMGKGSJJAJS

-> username i bet you my first born that it's CHARLES

-> username lost it when it was cut from charles' message (yes it was charles and yes it broke my heart) to y/n's like THERE WAS NO NEED TO HURT ME LIKE THAT

username i wish for pain and im glad we only live once bc this woman WILL find more creative ways to hurt us with her amazing songwriting and vocal skills

lilymhe LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVEEEEE

-> yourusername I LOVE YOUUUUU

lilymhe SO SO SO GOOD AHHHSJSJSJS

-> yourusername STOP TYSM IM GONNA CRY

lilymhe the only album to ever exist btw

-> yourusername ur the 1 for me ❤️

username still not over two people like what do u MEAN "hate how we touched just to push things aside. when u take me for granted i make it alright"

username she's never attaining peace for releasing this and ruining my nights

username OH I KNOW SPIRALLING IS MISERABLE I SHOULD PROBABLY GO BACK HOME WHY DOES THAT FEEL DIFFICULT DIFFICULT

carmenmmundt still crying

-> yourusername same 😭😭😭

carmenmmundt george wants to comment but he can't see through his tears

-> yourusername PLEASE OMG

username "and to the inspiration behind this, thank you. you were good to me. you're the best i've ever had." DO U WANT ME TO CRY

username charles i am in ur walls

username i will never understand how she wrote "it's nice to have a friend" for charles and now she wrote "two people" like how did THAT transition happen

-> username the worst transition ever btw

landonorris thid is si good anf im cryjng so harf whay thr fucj

-> yourusername lando deep breaths

-> landonorris DINT TELL MR TI TAKR DEEP BRESTGS I SWRAR

-> yourusername wow

-> username i identify so much with lando it's INSANE

username somewhere in monaco pascale leclerc is listening to this album and it's a good day ❤️

-> username bet u literally my bank account the entire leclerc household is BLASTING this

carla.brocker words cannot explain how proud i am 🩷🩷🩷 i love you so much big sis

-> yourusername carlaaaaa 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 u own my heart i LOVEEEE you

-> username this made me tear up whatcthebfuck

username no bc i KNOW charles heard "will u cry" and CRIED like that man is not strong enough to bear that

-> username no bc "u don't move me???? i see through u????? i don't follow???? i don't want to?????"

-> username that man is in SHAMBLES about this rn

username GOOD RIDDANCE TOUR WHEN

username this will be my personality for years to come

lorenzotl proud of you y/n/n 🤍

-> yourusername i love u charlotte's bf thank u

username cannot breathe bc "it's almost like you like to let me down" and "i hate the fact that i miss u around"

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charles_leclerc so proud of you. seeing you live your dream is the best feeling ever and i hope you get to see the world just like we talked about. things aren't the same but my support for you will always be unwavering. this is what you were made for and i couldn't be more happy 🤍

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username what the actual fuck

username WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

username stfu this isn't DONE like u CAN'T do this

username "things aren't the same but my support for you will always be unwavering" WHAT IF I CRY

username so u mean to tell me that he went to her show after MONTHS even when they're not together just to support her???? bc he wants her to see the world even if things aren't the same????? what the fuck

username i did NOT need this at 7am in the morning come back later

username babe wake up new y/ncharles lore js dropped

danielricciardo amazing show!! aren't you glad i dragged you there?

-> charles_leclerc i literally booked the tickets myself what are you on about?

-> danielricciardo let me have this one mate

username last night was UNREAL bc wdym y/n's ex fiancé was there and wdym she sang full machine and the blue for him and wdym he came on stage and spoke so fondly about her and WDYM MAX VERSTAPPEN AND LANDO NORRIS THREW WATER AT THE AUDIENCE JS FOR THE HELL OF IT

username this is my roman empire

username i know he was dying inside like

username imagine fumbling a bad bitch like y/n couldn't be me LMFAOOOO

username y'all brutal in the comments let my man grovel in peace

landonorris nice caption. now say i love you.

-> charles_leclerc i love you lando

-> landonorris not to ME to HER (i love you too 😘😘😘🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍)

-> charles_leclerc oh (no)

username SCREAMING DANIEL SNATCHING Y/N'S MIC FROM HER AND SINGING HIS FAV SONG FROM THE ALBUM

-> username THEY'RE SO UNSERIOUS 😭😭😭

username this caption will haunt me in my dreams

username is it js me or did her voice crack when she said "now i know it's unrequited"

-> username NO BC I FR THOUGHT THAT IT WAS JS ME

-> username she genuinely looked on the verge of tears throughout "405" like

-> username imagine being y/n and singing the most heartbreaking song ever about ur ex IN FRONT OF UR EX

username no bc this feels like a confirmation that they'll never be together guys why does this feel so final i want my parents back.

username SCREAMING WHATHEBRCUKXKSKA

carlossainz55 surreal night. loved seeing you lose your cool every time she was nearing your side of the stage

-> charles_leclerc just because we can speak doesn't mean we should

username the camera switching from y/n to charles when she sang "i know it won't work" was so me like the camera person is messy js like me fr

username genuinely in ruins on my bedroom floor rn y/ncharles nation we LOST

username no bc i CANNOT enter their friendship era ever again after seeing what i have seen for the past few years

-> username fr like people don't GET IT!!!! they were supposed to get MARRIED

username forever crying bc of them 💔💔💔

yourusername forever grateful for u!!!! thank u so much 🫶🏼

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yourusername u deserve the world

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username charles replying to everyone but y/n on the post HE made for HER makes me so idk like it's weird

username no bc why do i have the feeling that y/n and charles are NOT good and this is js something done for "damage control" or wtv

username im.

[pucksandpower]

hi can I request an au with charles leclerc x fan!reader please. tysm❤️

Charles Leclerc x fan!Reader - Social Media AU

yourusername posted a story

yourusername

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yourusername horsing around 🐎

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charles_leclerc nice photo! i wonder who took it?

yourusername this guy named chuck leclerc. you might have heard of him

yourbestfriend i have questions

yourusername and you won’t be getting any answers quite yet

yourusername posted a story

yourusername

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yourusername red has always been my color

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charles_leclerc don’t mind me, just signing a lifetime contract with ferrari so i always get to see you in red

yourusername 🎶 what if I told you none of it was accidental 🎶

scuderiaferrari not how we expected contract negotiations to go but we are definitely not complaining

scuderiaferrari it was a pleasure having you around the paddock this weekend, come back soon!

charles_leclerc i’m working on it

yourusername he can be very persuasive

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc ma chérie ❤️

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f1wagupdates social media detectives, go do your thing

lordperceval or maybe respect their privacy since he probably did not tag her for a reason

leclercupdates do you hear that? that’s the sound of thousands of hearts breaking around the world

lovelyleclerc happy for them but it should’ve been me 😭

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yourusername you could say our love was predestined 😘

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carlossainz55 be honest, have you called him “il predestinato” in bed?

yourusername it may have slipped out once … or ten times

charles_leclerc and it does wonders for my ego every single time

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc she puts the hot in hot lap

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yourusername i could say the same thing about you 🔥

yourusername especially in your fireproofs

yourusername i need a looong cold shower

charles_leclerc good thing our shower is big enough for two 😉

leclercupdates some days i wonder if they know that their comments are public

arthur_leclerc oh they know, they just do not care that the rest of us are actively getting traumatized by them

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f1wagupdates charles leclerc was asked about his newly public relationship with y/n y/l/n during a press conference earlier today with y/n watching from the audience

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leclercupdates they have the most wholesome relationship ever

bananaleclerc proud to say y/n and i were mutuals from the start 🥲

f1wagupdates do mutuals get a wedding invitation?

ferrarifever i’m delusionally holding out hope for a livestream when the day comes

[m1sa-w1sa]

Can u do a head canon of Arlecchino with S/O who's also from the Crimson Moon Dynasty? that she wasn't be the only left.

(Sure!!! Tysm for your Request!! Sorry if this isnt to good i just read the lore rn to so i hope you enjoy!)

My Crimson heart

Its A little hard for me to picture Arlecchino to just randomly find you so of course, you were a descendant and you couldn’t just wonder around like a complete idiot so you would work as one of the caretakers at the House of Harth

When Arlecchini first met you she saw that you were playing around nicely with the children there, she felt like she had a pull towards you, like theres something about you that was similar to her in some sorts

She starting talking to you after all the kids were alseep every day, wanting to know more about you, the person she was so attracted to, some kids called you ‘mother’ as a quick scolding to them alrecchino of course didnt mind (not like she would say that at all)

When arlecchino found out you were a descendant from the Crimson moon dynasty she was shocked to say the least she doesnt know or meet anyone else that was also a descendant besides herself because she thought she was the only one left!

After that she got closer and closer, maybe getting you little gifts and a little excuse saying, “the kids can always be a hassle..so heres your payment” maybe jewelry or new clothing anything the she sees fit (maybe also going as far to tell the kids to call you mother)

When you and her got together she felt content, of course it was a few weeks or a month or two to get comfortable with each other but it worked out perfectly fine, at least Arlecchino has her Significant other

Arlecchino is (over)protective of you, since you are the last one left of the crimson moon dynasty what if she loses you? She wouldnt want to take that chance, she tries to be the best she can for you

Breaking up? Yeah ok buddy thats not a option, you need time to heal? Have a band aid! Your tired? Take a nap. You dont see eye to eye? She would bend down/ get on a chair to meet your eyes, but really she loves you dearly and she doesnt want anything happening to you in general

(OK IK THIS SUCKS ASS but i hope you enjoyed it!! I didnt know much so i tried to work with what i had in mind! Tags: @jadestone2 )

[oneshlut]

I loved your hcs for Varian so much! 😍 Could you possibly write some fluffy headcanons got him having a crush and how'd he confess? Tysm for bringing me back to the TTS fandom 🙇‍♀️

A/N: OOH YESYES!!! im so glad you enjoyed my var hcs!! honestly one of my fav nerds to write forr, these already sound so fluffy to write! tooth-rotting, even.. oh, and good to have you back in the fandom !

SORRY FOR THE LONG HIATUS!!

Angel (Varian x Reader) [Headcanons]

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Summary: General fluffy crushing and confession headcanons for Varian

Extra Info: haha hello dolly reference at the end because im obsessed

In Corona, love at first sight isn't necessarily common. Sure, Rapunzel and Eugene got together in the maximum of a week, but Rapunzel was threatening him at first sight. And when it comes to Varian, you're gonna have to know him for a while until real feelings start to develop. Not just puppy love.

Normally, the two of you would hang out.. maybe two days a week. If you're coming over to his place, you'll probably just spend the day chatting while Varian works on whatever new invention he's workshopping at the moment. Sometimes he'll let you help. Sometimes. Otherwise, at your place the two of you will usually.. uh. Well, leave. There's a forest right outside your house, which leads straight to a breathtaking view of all of Corona. Varian never cared for "pretty views", but.. if you did, he did as well. That same forest has equally great places for cloud watching, but when you didn't feel like being calm all the time, you and Varian would explore the depths of the forest, discovering new things. When he wanted to, Ruddiger would tag along.

The first "sorta" hint of feelings "somewhat" developing was Varian inviting you to hang out more often. Two days a week turned into three. Then four. Maybe five, if your schedule allowed it. Even then, he still couldn't get enough. On days when you wouldn't be able to see each other, hr would send letters to you to check up on you. Still keeping in mind to not come off as clingy.. despite how truly clingy he was. Of course, Varian still viewed you as a friend--a best friend. How oblivious.

Speaking of which, Varian is extremely oblivious to his own emotions. Ruddiger would be the first to know that he was crushing before Varian himself knew. Whenever he mentioned you as a "friend", Ruddiger would subtly roll his eyes. Especially when Varian would talk about you to him. Ruddiger knew better by the look in his eyes when he practically ranted about you, but Varian didn't.

The way he finds out that he has a crush on you is actually a bit cute. It was Rapunzel's and Eugene's anniversary, so they had a celebratory ball with most of the town invited. Varian had asked you to join him so you could meet people like Lance and Cassandra, since you hadn't really properly met them yet. That was a shocker. It wasn't a fancy celebration, almost like a birthday party, but it was enough to send butterflies to your stomach when he invited you.

There was a sort of "climax" in the party, where Eugene and Rapunzel danced together in the middle of the ballroom. Almost like something out of a fairytale. At the time, you and Varian were on opposite sides due to the group of people shuffling back to give the couple room to dance. You were talking to different people at the time, causing you two to be further apart than usual. Further than Varian wanted at this time.

Varian watched the couple dance around the marble-like floor, sighing at the scene. It was cute, and the idea that the two found eachother and stuck together in the end was.. nice. The idea of a soulmate.. it was sweet.

And for "some" reason, Varian found himself thinking about you. You and him on the dancefloor, instead of the couple that his eyes were glued on. Breaking away from the trance that was the rhythmic dancing, he switched his focus to the back of the room, channeling in on the sight of you. Embarrassingly, heat rose to his face. Varian looked away before you got the chance to notice his longing stare.

The thought of his feelings troubled him. Not in the way that he didn't want to like you--more so in the way that he knew that he would mess up even more infront of you now that he had the knowledge of his feelings. Maybe this was just another Cassandra crush. Maybe it'll just pass over time. After all, there is no way you'd even like him back. Is what he thought.

He was absolutely right. Now more than ever, he was extremely clumsy around you. When he saw you, he tripped over his feet. When he caught a glance from you in the middle of an experiment.. the experiment would blow up. Sometimes he would stumble over his words, saying things he didn't mean to say. He was so obvious, it was adorable. You could probably pick up on his feelings before he even confessed. Varian, as oblivious as he is, still thinks he's being super secretive about everything. He's not.

Like with Cassandra, Varian will constantly offer to help you with certain chores or just personal tasks. His love language is probably "Acts of Service", which is partly why he'll do anything and everything for you. Oh--and by the way, he was wrong. This crush did not pass over with time like Cassandra.

After about 2 months, he finally gets the courage to tell you. He knew he would just keep making a fool out of himself in front of you if he didn't. Over letter, he asked you to meet him out in the forest that the two of you always hung out in. Ruddiger had insisted to come along with him, as some sort of "hype-man". Reluctantly, Varian let him follow him out the door.

It wasn't hard for you to find him. It was your normal spot: a clearing in the trees that let the sun shine on the forest floor. When you saw him.. a rose color flushed to your cheeks. The sight was beautiful, Varian sitting on the forest floor, (not noticing you), with the glimmering light from the sun that made him look like an angel. Swallowing down your butterflies, you took a seat next to him in the soft grass.

Only then did Varian notice you, mumbling an awkward 'hello'. After a bit of comfortable silence, sounds of nature surrounding you two, Ruddiger slightly bit Varian's hand: a signal for him to get on with it. The raccoon quickly fled the scene with a 'shoo' hand signal from Varian.

You watched as he took out a flower from his opposite hand, surprised you hadn't noticed it before. He must've had it for a while--you didn't see him pick it up earlier. It was a sunflower, fitting for the area in the forest. You were glad now for the somewhat-blinding sun, it hid your blush fairly well.

If Varian's heart could stop beating, it definitely did now. He was already nervous about the very idea about telling you how he felt, but seeing you in the sunlight.. how breathtaking you looked.. it was almost too much for him to handle. So he decided to keep his confession short and sweet. If he talked for longer than 20 seconds he was sure to pass out.

"I.. I like you. Mo-More than I should.. a-and ifyoudon'tlikemebackthat'sfinejustpleasedon'thateme--and this is for you-!"

After rushing his confession, he quickly gave the sunflower to you before immediately looking away. You couldn't feel more flattered. And.. you felt suddenly bold.

Tapping him on his shoulder, he reluctantly turned to you to see your reaction.

And, with a sudden kiss, Varian was frozen. Not frozen enough to be cold--his face was actually extremely warm.

Realizing what had just happened, he fell to the forest floor on his back, laying down with his hands on his face. He couldn't be more embarrassed. He was supposed to be the confident one, not you. But thinking about it more, he minded it less. At the time, he just felt embarrassed for himself. And the situation. He wasn't dreaming, was he? Cracking open his hands to peek at your grinning, teasing, and.. blushing face, Varian now knew this was reality.

"Maybe give me a warning next time, will you..?"

His voice shook, but still chuckled through the humility.

Ruddiger perked up from behind a tree, chirping in happiness from the success. Varian sat up suddenly, laughing as the raccoon jumped into his lap.

You watched as he pet Ruddiger calmly, before meeting your gaze a moment later.

It only took that very moment to be loved a whole life long.

[therealplaguedoctor]

Logan Sargeant x famous.boxer!reader(fem)

Flordia Girl

(Part one of three, completed)

Summary: Y/n is a famous boxer! She's a known influencer and boxer, but she's taking a break from boxing professionally. She hangs out in Miami (where she lives) for a bit so she could attend the gp! After the race she leaves up to her extend families farm up north in the wild west! (I resisted the urge to put a cowboy emoji). But the west wasn't the only thing that was wild, someone happened to be wild over her... will he make a move? Read more to find out!!

Warnings: fluff, mutral pining, cursing, author doesn't know shit bout anything, southern(as in cowboy) spelling, author is American so bare with her, and improper name tags for like the entire grid lol

Genre: kinda smau,

Fc: Random people on pintrest

A/n: Hey so this is my first proper fic on here!! So uhh good luck!! And sorry that it's a bit poorly written!! ALSO I'm sorry how the summary is written I kinda rushed it oops-

Here's a little table of some people relation and name because I needed it while writing:

Andy- yn brother

Kylie- yn sister

Paige- yn friend

Thomas- yn brother-in-law (via Kylie)

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Y.n just posted!

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Tagged: ynbrother, ynsister, ynfriend

Y.n Hey everyone I know yall have been waiting for me to talk about it. Yes it is true I am not boxing this year. I love boxing but right now I have different projects that I'm working on that need my attention.

As well as my family, I'm spending more time with them. I WILL be boxing next year. And as for everyone speculating about my health and such: I am a okay. There is no medical reason for this break.

As for people who may ask about the project, just know that it will be revealed soon enough. But in the mean time I will relax with my family!

User1: OMG THANK YOU I WAS WAITING FOR THIS POST

User4: take all the time you need!! Family is important

User5: WHWTS THE PROJECT

User6: she said she'll say later in the post..

Ynbrother: imagine being a boxer

Y.n: imagine being famous for being my brother

logansargeant: family is very important!!

User7: LOGAN WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???

User8: Logan has been a fan of y/n since her rookie days!!

User7: WHAT????

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logansargeant just posted!

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logansargeant Good bye China and hello American! Can't wait to race my home grand prix!! This will be fun!

User9: YOU GOT THIS LOGAN 🦅🦅🦅

User10: LETS GO LOGAN 🦅🦅🦅

WilliamsRacing: Lets go win it!

User11: stop prioritizing Alex then...

User12:🦅🦅🦅

Y.n: You got this next one trust!

User13: MY 2 WORLDS COLLIDE?? Y/N WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???

User14: y/n has been a HUGE fan of f1 since forever!! She recently became a Logan fan but she's always supported mclaren!!

User13: tysm!! I can't believe this...

User15:🦅🦅🦅

User16:🦅🦅🦅

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I finally was able to sleep in for one day waking up at 10am I checked my phone:

I immediately go and text my best friend:

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Y.n just posted a story!

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After posting my insta story I walked through the paddock gates. There was many people along the sides some people recognized me cameras quickly shuttered taking picks of me.

Even though I'm used to this attention it never gets any less exciting. After a snapping a few pictures with fans I said a quick good bye and went to the mclaren hospitality following the instructions that I was told.

It was a Thursday meaning it was media day there was hustle and bustle EVREYWHERE. I meet with a girl in the mclaren hospitality lounge.

"Hello your y/n right?" a girl questioned me

"Yes that's me" I smiled

"Great! It's so nice to meet you!" She beamed "my names is Sarah, I'm actually the social media admin for mclaren!"

"So you're the one who invited me?"

"I am the one who sent the invite, but actually it was one of our drivers who wanted to invite you" she chuckled

"Really?" I asked "can I ask who?"

"It was Oscar, he said something about someone oweing him later" she said

I nodded "Oh okay" I wondered what Oscar meant by someone oweing him.

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I walked around the paddock meeting some fans of mine. Which was a little surprising how many people that were there who knew me. I quickly posted on my insta:

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Tagged: mclaren, Oscar piastri

Y.n That's right guys I've been invited to the paddock by MCLAREN this is unreal. I live f1 and to be here right now is truly amazing! Also a little outfit check for media day!

Also I may or may not have been invited to do some interviews with the drivers later... BUT ANYWAYS- I am thankful that I am here and trust I will get yall content of the drivers I'm an f1 girly at heart 🫶🫶🫶

User17: YES GET US THAT F1 CONTENT

Mclaren: Thanks for excepting the invitation!!

Y.n: NO thank you for inviting me this is a dream come true 🫶🫶🫶

Mclaren: 🧡

User18: Admin interacting with y/n heals me 🥹

User19: PLEASE MEET LOGAN YALL WOULD GET ALONG SO WELL

User20: I HOPE OSCAR INTRODUCES THEM

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User20: HELP OSCAR LIKED THAT COMMENT

WilliamsRacing: You should stop by our garage 😉

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After posting I walked back to the mclaren hospitality meeting Sarah.

"Hey Sarah" I greeted

"Oh hey! We're setting up an interview right now" she smiled "it's gonna be posted on the mclaren YouTube channel. Do you mind joining it?"

"Of course not!" I smiled "I don't get the opportunity to do much interviews and I actually enjoy them I don't mind" I smiled

She nodded "okay!" She said "then it will be you, Lando, and Oscar!"

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I sat in the chair I was directed towards. I was sat on the far right, Lando on the far left and Oscar between us.

"Okay so we pulled a bunch of questions from the fans and sorted through them!" Sarah said off screen "and we were able to get quite a few" she smiled "okay to start: Lando, will you ever try fish"

"No" he responded immediately

I started cracking up "not even a bite?" I asked

"Never" Lando said "I'm sticking with what I like" Oscar just shook his head and Sarah moved onto the next question:

"Now Oscar who is you best friend on the grid?"

Oscar thought for a moment before answering: "Logan definitely, me and him have known eachother forever"

Sarah nodded "okay now y/n: how long have been a fan of formula 1?"

I sighed while thinking "well I've technically been watching since I was born cause my dad loved it" I said "but I've been a fan of mclaren for only a few years"

Sarah smiled and nodded turning back to Lando: "now Lando: what's your favorite football team?"

"Easy: Bristol City" Lando smiled

"Ah you mean soccer?" I said

"Leave it to the American to ruin the question!" He laughed

"Hey! Fun fact it was originally called soccer we kept calling it that and yall are the ones who changed it!"

Oscar was just laughing at the argument before Sarah started again:

"Okay okay, Oscar: what is your opinion on the dynamic between you and Lando?"

"I feel that me and him work well together. While we do have our moments" Oscar chuckled "we do push eachother to do our very best. Lando is very supportive of me with anything I need help with I am greatful for him" Oscar smiled

Sarah then asked me "y/n who is your celebrity crush?"

I started laughing "we go from Oscar's sappy answer to that" I crack up "Oh my god-" I grab my chest "give me a minute" I said as I catch my breath.

"Okay okay celeb crush?" I think for a moment "Oh god I don't think I could say" I laughed "I'd die if he sees this, and I know he'd watch this" I chuckled

Lando then spoke up "come on y/n" he smiled "tell us!"

I shook my head "only if it's censored in the video"

Both the boys look up at Sarah. She was intrigued by my answer and nodded "just cover the mic and say it."

I nodded and cover the mic, I looked back over and said-

Both Lando and Oscar fell out of there chairs basically chanting "no way!"

I uncover my mic as I laughed.

Sarah now also laughing said "okay thank you boys and y/n we'll end it here" the cameras cut "the video should be out later tonight"

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Part two

[double-vandammage]

Title: Unexpected

Word count: 2,404

Rating: 18+

Ship: Bret Hart x Shawn Michaels

Tags/Warnings: Shawn POV, Drinking, Fighting (mentioned), Blood and Injury, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Pining, Quickie, Hand Jobs, Making out

Also posted to my a03: aa_beatrix

This is what happened when they buried the hatchet right? Right? 🙀

Timeline is 2010.

My sister @taydaq and I decided to do an Art Trade and her only request was Shawn and Bret on a counter top. I decided to write older Hartbreak and this was the result! I hope both her and you guys like it. I certainly had fun typing this out. 😜 It's mostly Bret telling Shawn to STFU.

I used the prompt: "do right people with wrong timing get a second chance?" from nightprompts. I really liked it and was going to use it for another fic I have in the works, but it ended up here. 😏

Tysm for reading as always! 💕

Fuck, he was too old for this shit. Bar fights were a younger man’s game. He wasn’t twenty something anymore. Shawn had taken his fair share of beatings inside and outside of the ring, but he couldn’t afford to take risks these days. Two guys had gotten into a heated argument and in a millisecond the first fist was thrown. In Shawn’s infinite wisdom, he thought he could break it up. Now he was left rummaging around his kitchen trying to locate bandages, an ice pack, and quite possibly another beer. He opened one of the drawers and felt around, pushing various junk aside. “Oh for Christ sake.” he muttered. Unexpectedly his cell rang. “Yeah?” he answered without a glance at the screen to see who was calling.

“Did you forget?” the voice on the other end asked. Shawn stopped shuffling through the drawer, squinting at the nearby calendar. “What?” He hadn’t a clue what he was supposed to do tonight. It was likely the blow to his head earlier. “Dammit Shawn, I waited for your skinny ass.” he barked through the phone. “Oh shit. Was that today?” he said, squeezing his eyes shut. “You’re the one who asked to meet Shawn. Are you home? I’m outside.” Shawn looked toward his front door, “You are? Um, okay yeah. I’ll be right there.” He hung up, abandoning his search for the bandaids. He walked to the door, smoothing his disheveled clothes and hair. He had no idea the current state of his appearance, but it would have to do.

He opened the door where Bret stood at the bottom of the steps, clearly irritated. “What the hell happened to you?” he asked, pocketing his own phone. “Heh, you should see the other guy.” he laughed, trying to play it cool. He hadn’t seen or talked to Bret much in the last few years. He wanted more than anything to be on good terms again and this was his chance to maybe repair the damage. Bret still had that same swagger and ruggedly handsome face. His hair had begun to show silver, but he managed to keep it long. “Oh don’t give me that. What really happened Shawn?” he demanded. “Alright, alright why don’t you start by coming in.” Shawn stood to the side of the doorway, motioning for Bret to enter.

Shawn led Bret to the kitchen, “I was trying to find something to patch myself up with and a nice cold beverage. Do you want one?” he asked, opening the fridge. “Sure.” Bret said, taking the offered beer. Shawn popped the caps off their drinks before hopping up to sit on his counter. He took a long swig of his beer, “How have you been Hitman?”. Bret stared at him puzzled. “Aren’t you a little old to be doing that?” he pointed. Shawn scanned his surroundings, “Doing what?” knowing exactly what Bret was referring to and began kicking his legs back and forth. “Jesus.” Bret muttered before taking a sip of his drink. “Don’t you want to take care of your face first?” he asked. “I can’t find the damn first aid kit.” he groaned. Bret wandered out of the kitchen, “Where’s the bathroom you idiot?” Bret said, setting down his beer and already starting down the hallway. “First door on your left.” Shawn shouted.

After a few minutes, Bret came back toting his first aid kit. “Most people keep these in their bathroom.” he stated. Shawn rolled his eyes. Bret placed the kit beside Shawn, opening it up. He surveyed Shawn’s face, taking in every cut and scrape. “Whoever did this sure banged you up.” he observed. “So what really happened?” Bret began taking out various supplies. Shawn watched as Bret meticulously sorted out different ointments and materials. “Well, not much to tell. Two dumb guys got into it and I tried to break it up.” Shawn shrugged. “To tell you the truth, I kinda forgot my age.” he smirked. Bret didn’t meet his gaze, but chuckled as he ripped open a packet of gauze and q-tips.

He poured some disinfectant on a gauze piece and moved into the space between Shawn’s legs. Shawn shifted nervously at the sudden proximity. Bret started at Shawn’s eyebrow, wiping gently at the open wound. Shawn sucked in his breath at the slight sting. “Sorry.” Bret said before moving down to his cheek. Shawn tried his best not to make eye contact as he helped to clean him up. How long had it been since he experienced a friendly touch from The Hitman? Bret then dabbed cautiously at Shawn’s split lip. When did it get so hot in here? Something in his stomach fluttered. It was a feeling he hadn’t remembered until now.

Bret threw the gauze into the trash bin and picked up a q-tip. He coated the q-tip with some of the ointment he had procured and delicately spread it across the cut on his eyebrow. He then carefully positioned a small bandaid over the cut before moving on to do the same to his battered cheek. “Ouch.” Shawn winced. He was definitely going to be sore tomorrow. “It’s already beginning to bruise, you got a plastic bag?” Bret asked as he opened the freezer door, pulling out an ice tray. “Yeah, bottom drawer.” Shawn replied, gesturing with his chin in the direction of the drawer. Bret filled the plastic baggie with ice and tied the end off to secure it. Shawn extended a hand to take it, but Bret was already back in his space to lightly press the cool plastic to the skin of his cheek.

Shawn tensed, his eyes meeting Bret’s. He wanted to say something witty or maybe just an asinine joke, but he was drawing a blank. Bret always had such an intense stare, but tonight he could see something soften in his eyes. “Feel okay?” Bret asked. Did he feel okay? Hell no. His face throbbed like a son of a bitch and for some reason Bret Hart was situated between his thighs icing his boo-boos. What the fuck was Bret doing here again? Shawn took in a deep breath, “Um, yeah, yeah I feel fine.” he answered, taking hold of the ice pack. Bret placed his fingers beneath Shawn’s chin, tilting his face upward to take one last observation. “Yep, you’re gonna be fine Michaels.” he decided confidently. “Thanks Doctor Hart.” Shawn teased. “Shut the fuck up.” Bret countered, unable to stop the grin spreading across his face.

For a minute they giggled like two kids, forgetting they barely tolerated each other. Bret composed himself first, his eyes falling to Shawn’s mouth. His hand was still under Shawn’s chin, his thumb tenderly caressing the split on his lower lip. Shawn felt his chest tighten and heartbeat quicken. The fluttering in his stomach returned with full force. There were times during their careers where Shawn felt similar knots in his heart toward Bret. These moments were triggered by a passing glance, a handshake, a hug after winning a tag match, and even during their most heated segments.

Shawn dropped the ice pack to the floor as he threw his arms around Bret, dragging him roughly into a kiss. The plastic bag unfurled, ice cubes scattering around the kitchen floor. Shawn’s lip stung as their mouths clashed together. Bret’s hands braced against the edge of the countertop in response to Shawn’s sudden advance. Shawn was entirely prepared for Bret to pull away and dismiss him altogether, instead Bret’s hands found their way to his waist and kissed him back with just as much enthusiasm. Shawn gasped as the slit on his bottom lip reopened, tasting beer mixed with the metallic flavor of his blood. “Sorry.” Bret mumbled against Shawn’s mouth.

Bret moved his hands down to grip Shawn’s thighs, tugging his body closer to ease him off the counter. Shawn held onto his shoulders as he slid off the countertop, pressing in closer to Bret. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting this.” Shawn confessed as he tried to catch his breath between kisses. Bret pressed his forehead to Shawn’s, “Shit, me too. What the fuck?” he asked before meeting his lips again. Neither of them wanted to waste time and began to lower themselves to the kitchen floor. It wasn’t graceful by any means, Bret had a bad knee and Shawn’s back was basically shot. Bret fumbled backwards in order to catch Shawn before they both crashed onto the hard floor. Shawn struggled on top of Bret, straddling him to regain his composure. He leaned forward to bury his face in Bret’s chest, attempting to muffle the cackle threatening to escape.

Bret covered his own mouth as he tried his best not to completely lose it. “So the thing about our age…” he said. “Old fucks.” Shawn laughed into the fabric of Bret’s shirt. He rose up, to look at his long time rival. “I think I forgot why I called you here.” Bret’s hands returned to Shawn’s thighs, his thumbs lightly rubbing at his jeans. “You forgot, period.” he said, reminding him. Shawn really didn’t want to talk now that he had The Excellence of Execution under him, kissing him was much more ideal. He took a risk, kissing Bret’s forehead before running his lips down to the side of his neck. He felt Bret softly grip at his ponytail. Bret’s eyes closed, relaxing as Shawn sucked at the exposed skin of his throat.

How much time had they wasted being angry with each other when they could have been making out on a kitchen floor instead? Shawn moved back to Bret’s lips which parted slightly allowing his tongue to slip inside. He let his mind wander to when they were both at the height of their careers, Bret wearing his pink singlet and black tights. Tanned skin glistening with sweat after a match, the water in his hair drying and beginning to fluff wildly around his head. God damn he was sexy and at almost sixty years, he still was. He could feel his erection already straining his jeans, his hips grinding into Bret. Bret’s hands had roamed to cup at his ass, following the rhythm of Shawn rocking on top of him. Shawn grabbed at his hands, forcing them off him and pinning them above Bret’s head.

Bret didn’t seem to mind his taking control. In fact he appeared to welcome it, Bret’s own hard on trying to gain some friction against him. Shawn reached between them, undoing Bret’s belt and pants with practiced fingers. He wriggled his hand deftly inside, grasping Bret’s slick cock. Bret moaned into Shawn’s mouth at the touch. He kept one hand steady on Bret’s wrists, securing them above his head. “That’s it Hitman, that’s it.” Shawn coaxed, breaking apart from Bret’s lips. He stroked Bret briskly, low whines emitting from him. Shawn kissed Bret’s cheek before nuzzling into the crook of his neck. Bret tilted his head back, his hips rutting madly into Shawn’s palm. He lasted only a few seconds before he released a mangled cry as he came.

“Still so sensitive at this age, huh?” Shawn mewed, kissing Bret's ear and letting go of his wrists. Bret covered his flushed face with one hand, “Oh shut the fuck up Michaels.” he said, breaking into a smile. Shawn brought their mouths together again and Bret wrapped his arms around Shawn’s neck, deepening the kiss. Eventually they lost track of just how long they had spent rolling around on the floor playing tonsil tennis. Reluctantly they had managed to tear themselves away from each other and sat with their backs to the kitchen cupboards. Bret reached up to the counter and grabbed his now lukewarm beer, taking a long gulp. “I was not expecting that. Hell, I almost didn’t come.” he said. Shawn raised his eyebrows, “I beg to differ.” he snorted. “Once again, shut the fuck up Michaels.” Bret grinned.

They sat side by side, quietly finishing the rest of their beers. Shawn didn’t know where to begin. He wanted so badly to apologize for everything and anything, even stuff he wasn’t guilty of. “I’ve missed you.” he blurted instead. Bret set his now empty beer bottle down, glancing at Shawn. “Honestly…me too,” he admitted. Shawn felt his cheeks redden. He envisioned their reunion countless times, but he truly hadn’t anticipated Bret had missed him, not even a little bit. Shawn had always been reaching for Bret’s validation, but it always slipped through his fingers. “I never meant to push you away, but a part of me- a big part of me doesn’t regret a single thing. I also know in the last 12 years, a lot has changed. We’ve changed.” he said. Bret sighed heavily, nodding his head in agreement.

“We don’t need a lengthy drawn out conversation Bret. I know you want to bury the hatchet as much as I do.” Shawn said. He extended a hand out to Bret, waiting for a handshake. “Are you ready?” he asked. Bret appeared hesitant, but only for a second before joining their hands together. “Okay Shawn…okay.” Bret said. “Consider this matter closed, no takesies backsies.” Shawn said gleefully, dropping Bret’s hand. “You can’t be serious for a fucking minute can you?” Bret sneered, leaning over to shove his shoulder into Shawn’s. They remained seated on the kitchen floor cracking up all over again. “Stay in touch will ya?” Shawn said, tapping Bret’s shoe with his own. “I will.” Bret said.

They were both silent as Shawn walked Bret to the front door. He wasn’t ready to say goodbye, but knew he had to go. This was possibly the beginning of something new. It was also entirely likely they wouldn’t see each other again after tonight, maybe a call here and there. It happened all the time. Shawn opened the door, the cool air wafting inside. “Thanks again…for this…” he said, motioning to his face. “Yeah, no problem.” Bret said, bringing his hand up to faintly run his thumb along the cut on Shawn’s bottom lip again. “Take care of yourself.” Bret turned to go, hastily stepping out into the night. Shawn watched as Bret took off, that pesky pull in his chest emerging once more.

He closed the door gently and wondered if the right people with the wrong timing got a second chance.

[kairiscorner]

helloooo ^~^ I was wondering if you could do a noir fic where he and the reader were in itsv and now have a daughter together so since they were in the spider society they were able to reunite with miles? tysm have a nice day/night ;D

hi anon !!! OMG THAT'D BE SO CUTEEEEE YES PLEASE

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

"oh, sweet marmalade, look out everyone!" noir exclaimed in a hurried voice as he chased down a loose spider daughter through the halls and winding pathways of the spider society, his daughter babbling and giggling the whole while at the chase. you had followed behind your husband, despite having no powers of your own, you were practically superhuman already by being your daughter's other parent, which was no simply responsibility.

thanks to jess, you were able to have access to a few spider mom equipment she made in preparation for her own baby once it was born, and you promised to put everything you found back in its proper place--if you could just figure out how these darned devices worked. noir, on the other hand, was already wearing himself thin from all this chasing his daughter around the building, causing for a small scale alert to be sounded as a spider baby was deemed on the loose.

as noir was about to give out to his fatigue, he caught his daughter swinging over to the other side of east wing of HQ to the west side. "darling!" he called out for his daughter as you passed by noir, stopping abruptly and almost tripping as noir helped you up and ran with you to catch your daughter before she did serious harm to herself. everyone else was panicking too, they had missions to take care of on their own watch, but they all scrambled in panic to save your baby.

before you and noir could faint at the sheer pressure and anxiety you two were feeling right now, a black and red spider man swung in immediately to save the day. "gotcha!" he exclaimed as your daughter squealed and cooed as she squirmed in miles' arm. "ay, whose baby is this?" miles asked as he lowered himself to the ground, with you rushing over to miles as you called out for him and your daughter. miles couldn't believe it, she was your baby? "figures why she's so pretty, uh, who's the da--" "that'd be me, miles. glad to see ya again, fella." noir said in an exhausted tone, feebly tipping his hat as his legs finally gave out and he knelt on the floor due to sheer tiredness.

miles' eyes widened as he pointed from him to you and you to him, his mask's lenses widened as he realized--you two have a family now. "no way, first peter b, now peter, too?" he asked aloud in a surprised, happy voice. you and noir nodded in your out of breath and tired state, with your daughter trying to crawl out of your arms, but you not letting her. "sorry she's... phew, such a handful..." he breathed out as miles approached you two and entertained the young girl for a little to get you two to recuperate for a bit after that whole chase.

"she's a cutie! yes you are, lil cutie--ow!" miles exclaimed as your daughter pinched his cheeks when he got too close and she giggled. "right... i forgot to mention, she has spider powers, so..." noir said in an exhausted breath as miles managed to get her to let go, with his cheek stinging. he chuckled, however, and looked at you two. "if you'd like, i could try babysitting her with gwen. you two really look like you could use a break." he offered as you two practically lay on the ground, breathing heavily. "thanks, kid. we appreciate that." you answered for noir as he gave miles a weak thumbs up and slumped his arm back down on the ground as miles scooped your baby up from your arms, looks like he's gonna be a big spider brother in training this time around.

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @sabcandoit @binibinileonara @luvstarrstruck @maxoloqy @k4tsu3 @fiannee @thee-fantastic-mrfox @fictarian @yuridopted0

[enid-rhees]

Hey! Can you maybe write a Rosita x reader? (Smut) where Rosita is just kinda working and doing stuff and Y/n is teasing her and being very touchy (maybe even moaning in Rosita's ear or something) and Rosita acts like she's annoyed but secretly she enjoys it and eventually Rosita ends up taking Y/n behind a building like kinda out of sight for the rest and Rosita "punishes" her? Idk i just thought of this i think its a pretty nice idea😭🙏

i love this omg 😮‍💨 tysm for requesting !! hope you enjoy 🫶🏻

— warnings: SMUT, fingering, edging, slight overstimulation, semi-public sex. MINORS DNI.

— a/n: hope you all enjoy! reminder that requests are open! if you’d like to request, just read pinned for rules beforehand! 🫶🏻

Rosita was working in the garden today. you tagged along with her because you had already finished your work for the day, but didn’t want to be bored inside.

you laid on your back, watching her add more seeds to empty spaces and pour water over them, patting down the dirt to make sure it’s fully covered.

your hand reached over, brushing over her glove covered fingertips. Rosita looked over at you, a small smile painting her lips. “what’s up, sweetheart?”

“nothing. you just look pretty.” you replied. she shook her head and looked back down at the plants, “don’t start distracting me from work now.”

a smirk made it’s way to your lips, “i won’t.” you said, looking back up at the sun. your eyes closed as the sun soaked into your skin. you loved days like these, it wasn’t hot outside, but it wasn’t exactly cold. it was the perfect weather.

you turned back to Rosita, she was now focused on checking on the vegetables, making sure everything was growing properly and nothing was turning rotten. biting your lip as you thought, you sat up and crawled over to her.

slowly, you trailed your finger up her arm, leading it all the way up to her neck. you leaned forward, pressing one light kiss in that spot.

Rosita froze, “what do you think you’re doing?” she questioned, still not turning to you. you hummed, “what do you mean?”

“i’m working, baby. not now.” Rosita stated strictly. you pouted, but knew you weren’t going to stop until she finally broke. when she got back to work, you started to think of a new plan.

you moved to sit behind her, and wrapped your arms over her from behind. while placing your head in the space between her neck and shoulder, your hands slid down her thighs, squeezing them lightly.

one of your hands trailed back up, and slid between her legs, cupping her whole. Rosita tensed as she let out a slight gasp, “you’re playing with fire, baby.” she whispered.

“i want you.” you whispered back pleadingly. your lips were directly next to her ear, so you whimpered out, “i want you so bad.”

it seemed to be the breaking point for Rosita as she stood up and grabbed your hand to pull you up as well and drag you towards behind the building.

Rosita pushed you against the wall and trapped you in, her lips attaching to your neck. your jaw fell open with silent moans.

“what’s wrong with you? teasing me and touching me while i’m trying to work?” she hissed out at you in between kisses. you gasped, “need you, Rosita.”

“yeah?” she taunted, and you can tell she was at her limit with you. her hands worked on the button and zipper of your jeans and she pulled them down along with your underwear.

Rosita placed her fingers at your wet entrance, barely prodding her fingers inside of you. you whined, hips bucking up into her fingers, “please.”

she finally pushed her fingers inside of you and you let out an accidental loud moan. Rosita slapped her hand over your mouth, “do you want people to know what i’m doing to you back here? how i’m making you feel from just my fingers? you want everyone to see you with my fingers so deep inside of you?”

you felt your legs go weak at her words. your hand reached up to grab onto her shoulder as her fingers ruthlessly thrusted in and out of you. suddenly, her thumb reached up to run at your clit. you moaned into Rosita’s hand, eyes rolling back. 

deep inside of you, you felt the approaching orgasm. Rosita removed her hand from your mouth, “i’m close.” you whispered. as you said that, Rosita removed her fingers.

you whined again, and she smirked. “you really thought i was just going to let you cum? after what you did to me?” a scoff left her lips as she teasingly rubbed feather-light circles on your swollen clit.

Rosita leaned forward and sloppily connected your lips, slipping her fingers back into your hole. your hips jolted at the overstimulation and moaned into her mouth.

she resumed her fast, unrelenting pace on you. your juices ran down her finger as she repeatedly plunged them in and out of you. Rosita bit your lip and when you moaned out, she slipped her tongue inside, swallowing all of your moans.

the pleasure was overwhelming, and you were struggling to keep quiet. her fingers worked magic on you, she knew your body better than you did. she knew just what to do to make you go insane.

her fingers kept pushing in and out of you until you felt your orgasm approach once more. you whined into her mouth and squeezed your legs around her hand. your whines became louder the closer your orgasm got, but before it could hit you, Rosita removed her fingers again.

“Ro, please.” you cried out. “please, i’ll do anything. please baby, i want to cum. i want to cum for you.” you begged.

Rosita’s mouth opened in a smirk, “i didn’t even have to ask you to beg for me. you’re so fucking needy, aren’t you?”

you nodded into her neck, breathing heavily. “okay, i’ll give you what you want. but only because you’re being so good for me.”

Rosita entered her fingers into you once more and you moaned out, gripping onto her shoulders for balance. the squelching sound filled your ears as she moved her fingers at a fast pace.

her thumb rubbed at your puffy clit simultaneously again, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

your legs tensed and you squeezed them together as you felt the feeling rise in your core. “close?” she asked in a whisper. you nodded, gasping when she moved her fingers even faster.

your orgasm came closer and closer until it hit you like a truck. before you could scream out, Rosita slammed her lips against yours to swallow your pretty sounds. her fingers fucked you through your orgasm until your legs became shaky from the powerful feeling.

“so good for me.” Rosita whispered against your lips. “don’t tease me while i’m trying to work again, yeah?” she asked with a small chuckle.

“if you’re gonna fuck me like that? i don’t know…” you trailed off teasingly. she raised her eyebrows, “oh you’re such a little shit.” she mumbled, pushing you against the wall again and shutting you up with a kiss.

[princesstarfire1234]

hi um i see you draw transformers i want to ask how you start with that cuz i want to draw my dad's car as a transformer but i have no clue where to start. do u have a rough process or something? hope you have a good day :)

Hello! Apologies, I've only gotten to this now, but here's a bit of a rambling on my process and the improvements/stuff I've learned since my first time trying to draw an original transformers design aha

I know you asked as to HOW to draw a transformer like in general, but I'd like to focus on how to brainstorm up a transformers design since that seems to fit your case more

SORTA LENGTHY REPLY UNDER CUT ⬇️

First off are references, they are an absolutely big help! Get photos of the altmode you want for your silly guy from as many angles as possible and plop them all somewhere, try creating a moodboard of sorts for them! Here's a bunch of old moodboards I made for my ocs (typically created in either jamboard or canva, whatever works):

I also recommend putting down images of existing transformers designs or characters that have the vibes or little design aspects you want/really like! Like for example here, I've put up images of Aileron because she had the sort of body type I wanted for Stargazer; I put in Tailgate because he was a small bot with big shoulders like how I envisioned Astrofire, etc etc. You can sift thru tf wiki pages, look at images of existing tf characters you know, or even look at the oc tags over here on tumblr to get inspiration!

Another thing I know I and probably a lot of other people struggle with is colors. Making up color schemes for any character is a bit of a pain when you've got no clue where to begin, and you never want to settle with a single color, it's good to break it up with a secondary one to make the design easier on the eyes!

In your case, I'd take your dad's car's color, think of a possible secondary color and plop the choices into colorhunt.co

This site's helped me a lot with trying to figure out how to make my color choices fit nicely with each other. I know I mentioned only a first and secondary, but it's also good to keep in mind extra colors for tinier parts of the design. Like for example, Firecracker's color scheme here started from me wanting to give him that classic decepticon purple and black, the orange was an addition I got from looking thru pallettes on colorhunt and I think it really made the whole design pop!

Above is his original design (left) vs his current redesign (right); he's a lot more refined now, proportions are closer to how I wanted them and I've learned a whole lot since making his first character sheet aha

These are the two main things I try to consider when designing transformers characters, actually drawing the bot yourself is a whole other challenge that I'm not really sure I'm equipped enough to tackle that well aha. One thing I can give though that's consistent throughout my process is that, I very much recommend making a rough sketch or creating a silhouette for your character before getting into the details!

But yeah, that's pretty much the main stuff, hope this helps you out even with how messily worded it is aha

Also to reply as well to your other ask, tysm!! I'm so surprised but also happy that a lotta people over here on tumblr seem to really like Stargazer aha

[riddlerosehearts]

OC ask game!

i was tagged by @nerdalmighty! tysm for tagging me! 💖

going to talk about my tav, elenion, and will try not to ramble too much about them!

do they have any special hobbies or skills?

well, aside from being a skilled musician (he is a bard, after all), i guess the main thing would be that he's also a great storyteller! and he's very passionate about history and anthropology, so he reads and researches a lot and uses topics like historical figures and folk tales as inspiration for songs to write and stories to tell. needless to say the adventure he ends up on during the game gives him plenty of material, lol. OH and they've always had an affinity for the night sky and loved stargazing as well due to the influence of their mother, who's an astronomer.

do they have any unique scars, marks, or tattoos?

hmm, i don't imagine that they do! so i'll answer an extra question at the end since i don't have much of an answer for this one lol

what's their fighting style? do they stick to the back and wait for a strategic opening, or charge in guns blazing?

oh, they definitely try and stick to the back or the sidelines and rely on ranged spells and crowd control abilities, while also doing everything they can to buff their allies/debuff their enemies. they're very overly cautious because of something that happened in their past--specifically, they've always believed that their own lack of caution while using fire magic during a performance caused their father's death. so in combat they want to be able to keep their distance and carefully plan and strategize as much as possible.

what does their tent look like? what do they keep inside it?

ooh okay so i've actually thought a bit about this already because i came across a fun little template on here for describing your tav's tent and i kept meaning to fill it out. i even looked at photos of tents on pinterest for it and i decided that elenion's would have a design similar to this, but imagine all the gold accents are silver instead. inside, he'd keep his lute or his lyre (whichever one he's not using at the moment) and probably other instruments the party finds on the journey, alongside a big pile of books. included among that pile are several journals he's filled with a combination of song lyrics and research notes and random personal thoughts, and his father's old songbook which he carries with him wherever he goes. he's also got a small music box, and some skin/haircare products because yes he's on a super dangerous journey and has a parasite in his brain to worry about, but if he doesn't at least try to take care of his appearance he's sure he'll go insane faster than you could say "ceremorphosis".

they'd also have a little exterior area that's similar to shadowheart's--some nice decorative pillows and a stool beside a table with a quill and inkpot, even more books and journals stacked up, and sheet music on a tabletop stand. everything they need to be able to sit under the stars while they attempt to relax or work on things. they have their own telescope too, but unlike gale's, theirs is a much more compact telescope that's meant for travel. and finally they've been accumulating a small collection of artifacts that they find while traveling and think are interesting!

...and now i've just rambled on a bunch about what might be in my character's tent LOL, whoops! i'm adding one additional question and then i'll be done.

what song represents them best?

i've been listening to pluto by sleeping at last a lot lately because it makes me think of elenion, so i'm going to say that one! to explain why as briefly as possible, by the start of the game he's been very much stuck in his past and in self-destructive patterns for a long time and throughout the game's story he realizes that he needs to let go and break those patterns if he ever wants to actually heal and be happy. so i think this song represents that really well.

tagging @smooti if you'd like to do this for your tav, but no pressure! i don't have a lot of bg3 mutuals and i'm not sure who else has OCs for it that they'd like to talk about! so if anyone sees this and wants to participate just say i tagged you.

my questions for your OCs:

Where is your OC from?

Do they have a romantic partner (or multiple partners), and if so then what first drew them to their partner?

Do they have any unique scars, marks, or tattoos?

What does their tent look like? What do they keep inside it?

(you can also answer any of the other ones that i answered above if you'd like to!)

[cupcakeinat0r]

🌵 here!!!

It’s been a while since I’ve submitted anything (it’s 25 June rn) but I wanted to say hiiiii!! My weeks been pretty great so far tbh I had a party thing on Monday evening which was SO fun. I’ve just finished rereading the prof!miguel series again (in the UK there’s currently a heatwave so I can’t sleep) and each time it just gets better and better. You inspire me sm!!!!! Maybe I’ll start writing a fanfiction one day :))

I’m an artist, so I’ve drawn Miguel plenty of times, and there’s loads of drawings that I would LOVE to show you but I don’t want to break my anonymity hahahshsfn 😭 maybe one day I’ll just be like “who cares!!” And send it through your asks. Not any day soon though, being the anonymous cactus girlie is quite fun. I’m really enjoying it actually.

How’s your week been?? Been up to anything fun?? I hope it’s been great, and if it hasn’t then I really hope it gets better!! Good luck with part 8 of the series, don’t rush it :) it doesn’t even matter if you haven’t written any of it yet haha some of the greatest works take a while to complete. I’m definitely your biggest fan and I eat up whatever you post like a hungry dog tbh (positively). Keep being amazing!!!!

- 🌵

Omg hai 🌵‼️

Aw that sounds nice, I hope the party went well luv <3

The fact that there’s ppl who reread my works is astonishing to me. Doin’ heel clicks as I type this. Tysm. AND PLEASE IF YOU START WRITING (and become comfortable enough to leave anonymity) PLEASE TAG ME I WANNA SUPPORT YOUUUU<3333 I’m honored that my fic has inspired you! Thank you so much for reading it <3 I honestly just can’t stop thanking you, you are just the sweetest <3

And omg, nationality reveal! My fic is worldwide ⁉️⁉️ I’ve always wondered where all my readers are from……🤔

Omg you draw ⁉️Artists always amaze me like I’m just flabbergasted every time I saw fanart on here. I would love to see your work, whenever you are comfortable enough <3 Can’t wait!!! You stay anonymous for however long you want, girl <3

It’s been fine, thnx for asking! Just preparing for my trip to Italy, I’m sooo exciteddd! I’ll def have time to write during my flights n my free tome before bed! Hopefully the romantic atmosphere of the Tuscan night sky will inspire some rlly nice scenes for Prof!Miguel <3

Ty my luv🫶🌵 To be completely transparent, I haven’t even started it, I’ve just been brainstorming a plot line in my head for the past few weeks, but I think I’m finally coming to the bare bones of it, so hopefully I’ll start writing it on this 6hr plane ride!

Ty 🌵, you are truly the sweetest, mwah!!!

[sungbeam]

tag game—!

post snippets from 3 wips and 3 published fics

tagged by: @zzoguri tysm for the tag, mon <3

no pressure tags: @tranquilpetrichor @loveliestfelix @stayarmytinyzenmoa-l @biaswreckingfics @jaehunnyy @hqrana

wip: the love scenario

this was actually meant to be a scene from deeper within the fic, but i wrote it separately at first cuz it was the first thing that was coming to mind :')) it supposedly gives romeo and juliet lol so they're in love, but not supposed to be </3 and i planned to maybe make this the teaser but the more i write the full thing, the more i think i'm gonna decide on something different 🤔

wip: night terrors

this is from one of my personal favorite wips at the moment! i wrote night terrors during a writing slump and it was one of the things that have been marinating in my brain for awhile and it just kind of poured out when i took a brief break lol it's a supernatural creatures au!! and meant to be a challenge for me to develop my abilities in suspense, fantasy, and horror/thriller elements! and mixed in w slow burn stuff too ofc haha

wip: slow dancing

i would post an actual snippet of slow dancing, but i literally don't have enough written to choose TT but i wrote this blurb in my notes app where the fic is outlined! it was one of the first scenes i came up with when brainstorming for the fic and it holds a dear place in my heart, no matter how brief :')

fic: in all your endeavors, forever

we return to one of my "older" babies :') this fic is still a beloved of mine, and i think this little bit shows the relationship between our two artistic main characters quite well. i remember coming across this quote thing on pinterest that inspired the dialogue btwn them here. i also just really like the wordage here lol

fic: off the record

another changmin fic? yes, oops? i actually have a really interesting relationship w all of the love in unity finished fics. i always find myself somewhat unsatisfied with the finished product, and sometimes it's a little hard to find actually writing within that i like, and not just plot matter. but i liked this one part a lot bc i REALLY imagined it like a scene in a movie w cherry blossoms and golden hour, and it's like,,, a new beginning btwn our mcs, finally. i just found it serene and nice.

fic: rhapsody anonymous

one of favorite idols to portray ever has to be woozi lol he's just,,, very underrated, and i found myself really sinking into yn's shoes in this scene. i wanted jihoon to take yn under his wing, and for yn to see him as a role model. it's all in the dialogue, really—the way he instructs her and praises her good work, how he picks up that something's wrong, the subtle humor and offer of advice. i love him very much :')

[placeebo]

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻.

repost, don’t reblog

basics !

FULL NAME. Owen James Harper PRONUNCIATION. I don’t think it needs to be spelled out lmao NICKNAME. He doesn’t really have any. He goes by his name, though he dubbed himself King of the Weevils.  GENDER. Male HEIGHT. 5′9″ AGE. 27 is his default age, but it varies depending on the verse ZODIAC. Aquarius (he was born on Valentine’s Day!) SPOKEN LANGUAGES. English

physical characteristics !

HAIR COLOR. Brown EYE COLOR. Brown SKIN TONE. Fair BODY TYPE. Wiry, slim ACCENT. English, London VOICE. Not sure what to say here, so here’s a voice clip. DOMINANT HAND. Right. POSTURE. Relaxed and impersonal. He doesn’t slouch, but he does favor putting his weight onto one leg and folding his arms/shoving his hands into his pockets, so nothing prim and proper.  SCARS. Gunshot scar (left shoulder), gunshot scar (waist; left side), gunshot wound (chest; not healing; post-“Reset”), slice on left palm (from scalpel; wrapped up; not healing; post-“Reset”), broken left pinky (wrapped up; not healing; post-“Reset”). TATTOOS. None BIRTHMARKS. I imagine a few small birthmarks, like freckles, but nothing noteworthy. MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). I’d say his facial structure. People say it’s shaped like a Dorito lmao. Or his mouth being slightly wider and his lips being almost of the same height, like one solid line instead of a noticeable bow.

childhood !

PLACE OF BIRTH. Plaistow, London, England HOMETOWN. Plaistow, London, England  BIRTH WEIGHT. On the low end of average BIRTH HEIGHT. Average FIRST WORDS. ?? Who knows. a mystery SIBLINGS. None PARENTS. Unnamed PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT. Lacking. His parents were always at each other’s throats and too busy shredding each other to pieces when they, particularly his mother, were not taking anything out on him. His mother kicked him out at the age of 16 and I could only imagine his father, before his death, was either out of the picture, for the most part, or neglectful, seeing as nothing was done about Owen’s being banished. His relationship with his parents has always been wrought with turmoil and interspersed with very rare moments of a stepping-on-eggshells kind of peace. Owen does make an effort, to an extent, to repair whatever is there, but it never works and often dissuades him from trying again.

adult life !

OCCUPATION. Doctor and chief medical officer of Torchwood Three CURRENT RESIDENCE. Cardiff, Wales CLOSE FRIENDS. Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Gwen Cooper, Toshiko Sato, Suzie Costello (past), Amira Hussein (past) RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Single. He was engaged to Katie Russell before her death and before the events of Torchwood. FINANCIAL STATUS. Average DRIVER’S LICENSE. He has one. CRIMINAL RECORD. None VICES. Drinking, sex, sleeping, ill-tempered

sex and romance !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Bisexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. Biromantic PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. Submissive  |  dominant  |  switch   PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. Submissive  |  dominant  |  switch LIBIDO. High TURN ONS. People who know what they want. A sharp mind, witty, and with a biting, playful personality. Someone who’s strong-willed. Of course, sexiness. Seductive and charming. That said, really, he values kindness, tenderness, brains, and loyalty. He’s always honed in on casual sex before, but he later starts caring about and actively seeking the qualities that make for a good life partner rather than a one-night stand. TURN OFFS. Cutesy, callousness, indecisiveness, someone who is wholly submissive and bends to someone else’s will too easily.  LOVE LANGUAGE. Touch and physical affection. Gifts. Remembering details about them. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. Owen, in a relationship, is quite supportive, protective, loyal, devoted, and reliable. He is a full supporter of continually wooing, flirting, and surprising --- it doesn't stop just because you’re in a relationship. He does, however, also have the tendency of keeping things close to his chest. Lack of communication is a terrible weakness of his, and this can often manifest into spats and arguments.

miscellaneous !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. There’s always “Owen’s Theme.” Honestly, though. everything on this blog is comprised of The National lyrics, and I’d think their entire discography fits him. I also named my url after the band Placebo in tandem with, well, a placebo being medical-related. A lot of their songs also fit him. HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. Drinking, sex, sleeping... He also games! MENTAL ILLNESSES. I cannot say for sure, but Owen is not well-adjusted.  PHYSICAL ILLNESSES. None. He’s very healthy, minus being dead post-”Reset.” LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. Left-brained, although Owen’s emotions usually control him. FEARS. Abandonment, loneliness.   SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. Confident, but on the surface. He hates people doubting him --- he’s aware of it --- and used to chase casual sex due to the fear of being hurt in a relationship. You can’t be wounded if you’re not invested. But what he really wants is a relationship, not meaningless sex, even if he persuades himself that that is what he really wants. When put in a position of power, he can make poor choices, feels the weight of those choices and choices still yet to make, and crumbles.  VULNERABILITIES. He’s very emotional. Although Owen puts on a tough front, a lot of who he is manifested out of the need to protect himself from emotional pain. He can additionally make decisions that protect the people he loves rather than the good of all, which can be exploited, though he cares a lot about people. More than he lets on. He’s noted to brood and be too fixated on death --- there’s always someone to save; he thinks his own life is worthwhile if he can save someone else’s --- and he gets riled up easily. His ability to put himself in other people’s shoes is lacking. I’d say he doesn’t critically reflect on himself as much or as long as he should, either. He “moves on,” but with little of the healing.

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[btsydtrash]

Euphoric Endeavours [17]

vampire bts, poly ot7 x uni student yn

(AN: Hi, all! This story is actually already posted on AO3. I hope that you like it!)

also, i don’t have a tag list, but if you follow/put notifications, you’ll get alerted. tysm loves!

find me on twitter        word count: 2.1K

(angst / fluff / smut / yandere / gore)

Chapter 17: ‘Invigoration’

Classes start back the following week and you are glad for the change in pace. Your creative writing class got swapped out for a history module that you weren’t over the moon about taking, but still, the change felt good.

Your job at the café had been waiting for you after your sudden decision to go back home, and you were welcomed with open arms, considering the Christmas period had been a hellish experience, you took on plenty of shifts to ease your guilt and make things easier on Areum.

That all meant you hadn’t been able to see the boys at all for two weeks, despite being back in the same city. You had muted the chat, so you didn’t see when they messaged you, but sometimes you would peek in. Really, you hadn’t been avoiding them, per se, but you weren’t exactly chasing them down either, still tender from your own feelings of guilt.

But now, rather than simply being because of Mei Li’s death, you also felt guilty about how you reacted to them. And their secret.

It came to you one night, that if they really didn’t often expose their affliction to outsiders, because they feared the consequences of their vulnerability, you had proven them all right. Your reaction to their secret had been proverbial spittle in their faces, and you felt bad.

“Are you done with housekeeping, YN?” Areum asks, snapping you out of your reverie.

You look up and nod, a perfunctory smile working its way onto your face. “I can sign out now.”

“Okay, thanks. You were a real help tonight,” she says, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Get home safe, okay?”

You nod, wrapping your scarf around your neck and kicking into your boots.

Pushing open the back doors to the establishment, you step out into the bitter wind and let out a low groan.

It was late, just after eleven at night, so the subway is still running. You could probably get home before midnight if you hurry, but the floors are still icy from the cold temperature, so you crunch, awkwardly, through the slush-snow-mush that coats the ground, careful of any translucent, shiny patches on the floor.

An obnoxiously loud series of beeps makes you jump out of your skin.

“Fuck!”

“You shouldn’t curse so loud, YN,” Namjoon’s pleasant tone rings from the driver’s seat. His hair is purple now, and shorter. It suits him so well, you almost drop your satchel at the sight of his honey-skin contrasting with the deep violet shade. “You look well. It’s nice to see you.”

“Mmm,” you reply, brain still catching up with your body. You know you’re just staring, dumbly, at him, and he lets out a soft chuckle, dimples appearing. That just isn’t fair.

“Do you want to get in the car and out of the cold? I can give you a ride,” he suggests, softly. There’s no compulsion in his voice, but he does seem a little uncomfortable with the idea of leaving you alone so late. “I don’t want you to think you have to – you don’t. I could get you a cab instead if you’re uncomfortable?”

“I’m not uncomfortable,” you reply, a touch too quickly. “Open the door.”

He does so, pushing it open and the heat tickles at you, invitingly. Settling into the car, you notice that the air smells strongly of vanilla – an aroma you closely associate with the tall literature major.

He doesn’t push you to talk, he just drives, taking special care of the stoplights, eyes on the road the entire way. The way he holds tension in his shoulders betrays his newly learner status as a driver.

You ask, scrambling for anything to fill the silence, “When did you pass your driving test?”

He glances at you, once the light overhead turns red. “Uhh, over the break actually. I’ve been saving for this car for a couple of months. My Mom said she’d match whatever I put up, so even though it isn’t as fancy as the others’, it’s all mine.”

He looks so proud of himself, chest puffing a little and his eyes are fucking sparkling. You can’t find it in you to laugh at him. You wouldn’t anyway. You don’t have a car, you don’t even have a license, so what right do you have to mock him?

“It’s nice,” you compliment. “Really, I’m happy for you.”

He smiles, dimples deepening before he turns his eyes to the street ahead, focused. The light changes and the silence returns.

“Did you have work?”

He nods, carefully. “I thought I’d stop by after, you know. To see if you were okay.”

“You work across town,” you remark, quirking a brow, the challenge clear in your voice.

The apples of his cheeks pink. “Yeah, I do, don’t I?”

“What time did you finish work?”

He pauses. “… Seven.”

“Namjoon!”

“I didn’t wait the whole time, I promise,” he says. “I went to dinner with a colleague, and then to the library for an hour. I just- I wanted to make sure you got home okay.”

You stare at him, the earnestness practically etched in every pane of his face, before you enquire, “And you couldn’t just call like a normal person, because…?”

“Because you wouldn’t have answered,” he replies, a touch sulkily.

You can’t say he’s wrong, because you aren’t sure if you would have answered the call, seeing his nickname flashing on your phone screen. Your panic would have probably choked you.

“You’re right,” you mumble. “Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about,” he answers. “You are entitled to your space. We fucked up, big time, YN. We aren’t hiding from that.”

“You always say ‘we’,” you remark. “Why?”

He seems surprised for a second, contemplative, even. “Well, that’s because we are a ‘we’. There’s no ‘I’ in a cluster. I think of them as extensions of myself.”

“Yoongi said that you think of me as part of your coven too,” you suggest, shyly. “Is that- Is that true?”

Namjoon’s collar feels hot. He didn’t think he’d be getting into such personal matters so quickly, but he owes you an explanation. A brief one, but still – it’s there.

“Yes,” he replies, after a moment of thought. “Subconsciously, we’ve all begun to think of you as a part of our cluster.”

You bite your lip, lightly, at the confidence in his assertion.

He continues, carefully, “That’s why Hoseok brings you food, and why Jimin waits for you after class. It’s why Kookie will carry your things, and why Taehyung massages your feet without you needing to ask. Jin-hyung buys you little trinkets that he thinks you’ll like, because you’ve become a priority of his. Yoongi has one of your scarves in his room, because your scent feels comforting to him. All of us feel responsible for your well-being. It’s as natural for us as breathing.”

You chance a glance at him, and you notice that his face is just as red as yours is, maybe more so. “And you?”

He blinks, the car jerking a little in his nervousness, before he asks, shakily, “What about me?”

“What do you think of me?”

“I think you’re special, YN,” he says, after a long pause. “I think that we’re lucky to have you in our lives, and that I’m sorry we put you in a compromising position. I’m sorry you lost trust in us, and I want to somehow get us back to how it was before.”

“I don’t think that’s possible,” you reply, quietly.

His face crumples in regret, but you see him try to control it. He bites down on his bottom lip firmly, practically chewing on the skin in an attempt to keep the anguish off his face. He doesn’t want to make you feel guilty, even now, as you crush his heart in your hand.

You amend, quickly, “I just mean that because I know your secret, things have to be different, don’t they?”

He looks over at you, cautiously hopeful surprise written across his gorgeous face. “D-Do you mean that, YN?”

You let out a sigh. “I did wrong too. I didn’t listen to you, too caught up in my own… feelings that I didn’t think of how vulnerable you guys might feel. Yoongi explained that you guys are super-duper private creatures by nature. And I trampled on that, by reacting so badly.”

Namjoon shakes his head, finally pulling up outside of your apartment. “Not at all, YN. You’re human, we didn’t expect roses and a red carpet once you realised we fed on your kind.”

The visual of his words makes you cringe, and you cling to the reminder that they had said that they don’t kill humans. You remind yourself that this is Namjoon, and you’ve seen his collection of fluffy toys and the hand-knitted sweater than he wears, gifted to him for his birthday from Jimin, and the fear instantly dissolves.

“Still, I’m sorry I took your openness for granted and for ignoring you for the last few weeks. It was immature of me,” you reply, turning to face him head on. He’s already watching you, expression carefully withdrawn. “I want to try… I miss you guys so much.”

You blink back tears that sting at your eyes, and before you know it, the friendly giant has you bundled in his arms over the console. He exhales, shakily, “I’ve missed you so much, YN.”

He breathes into your hair, the hands that hold you are trembling, and you try to ignore the fact that your own are doing the same.

“Do you want to come to our apartment? The other boys would really appreciate seeing you soon,” he suggests, eager to have you back in their space that had long diffused itself of your natural scent.

“We’re already at my place,” you reply, sighing, before an idea strikes you. “How about you come up?”

Namjoon hadn’t been inside of your place yet – the only one of the seven to have never stepped foot in your place – so you are excited to take that step with him.

“If it’s okay with your housemates, sure,” he answers, unclipping his belt and turning off the engine. The two of you climb the stairs to your apartment and he hovers behind you as you struggle with your keys, palms slightly sweating with nerves.

“The place might be a bit messy, but my room’s fine,” you warn, stepping over the pile of shoes in the hallway. “I guess Young-mi or Nayeon might have some company.”

Lively chatter fills the living room, and you wince as you see Nayeon’s group of friends all turn their disinterested gazes over to you, barely acknowledging your existence.

“YN, you’re late,” Nayeon remarks, flippantly. “Sorry for the mess.”

“No worries,” you reply. “My friend and I will be in my room.”

Namjoon steps into the living room, and you see the moment where the girls all realise just who has stepped into your apartment. Not wanting to deal with the armed militia, you rush past the girls, stepping over neatly pedicured feet to get to your room, grip unyielding on Joon’s sleeve, and you slam your door shut.

“Was that Kim Namjoon?”

“How does she know him?”

“Do you think she could get me Jimin’s number? He blocked my other one…”

You close your eyes and wince at the revelry in the girl’s voice. Joon doesn’t seem to be paying attention, although you are sure he can hear every word.

“Your room is… just like I thought it’d be,” he says, fingers playing in the cotton blanket draped over your bed. He eyes your funky alarm clock in the shape of a cartoon bumblebee (a gift from your Mom), the photo-frame shaped like a book filled with one picture on each moveable page (your parents and yourself, you at your high-school graduation, a sepia picture of your parents on their wedding day, one of your childhood pet puppy, Ddeul, and the rest are empty), your giant cartoon pig plushie (from Mei Li), and your assorted posters dotted around the room.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you retort, strangely defensive, “And what does that mean?”

He glances at you, eyes glowing softly in the faint light from your bedside lamp, and he says, “It’s homely. Just like you, YN. It feels like a home.”

Namjoon ends up spending the night, taking the floor while you sleep on the bed, and you feel guilty the whole time. He’s wearing some ratty old sweats and one of your Dad’s college shirts that you had stolen to wear as pyjamas. He looks cute, in comfy clothes, even though they’re a touch too big for him.

“Your Dad must be huge,” he had murmured, somewhat frightened at the prospect. “Why are you do tiny?”

“My Mom is barely five-foot-tall,” you had replied, shoving at his shoulder. “I think I come somewhere nicely in the middle.”

That had been an hour ago. After getting yourself showered and into some PJs, you had come back to find Joon rooting through your barren shelves of books, appraising them, endearingly. Before long, the yawns set in, and you got into bed.

But, now you couldn’t really drift off.

“You can sleep here with me,” you mutter, moodily staring down at him, as if you could change his mood with your mind. “You’re being obstinate.”

“I’d rather not spend my first night in your apartment in your bed, YN,” he says, before he winks playfully. “What would the neighbours think?”

“That I was finally getting some,” you mutter, cynicism escaping before you realise he can hear you, perfectly well. “Ignore that.”

He nods, ducking his head further under the pathetic attempt of a bed you haphazardly made.

“The floor can’t be comfortable,” you murmur, staring down at the lumpy form that has taken up most of your floor space. You hadn’t realised just how long Namjoon was until you’d tried to create a makeshift bed for him.

He sighs, softly. “YN. Drop it.”

“Why?”

“I’m still a guy, you know,” he grumbles, suddenly glaring hotly up at you. “Men are dangerous to girls like you.”

“The implication that you would hurt me is laughable,” you reply, rolling your eyes so hard you almost black out. “Outside of the whole, you know, vampire thing, you’re practically a teddy bear.”

He growls something indistinguishable into your sheets before rolling onto his side, effectively ending the conversation. You don't know why he's being so grumpy with you, but you're so happy to have him back in your orbit that you don't really care. Just staring at the fluffy of purple atop his head is enough to make your stomach flutter with excited little butterflies.

“Fine, Moody,” you retort, pettily. “I’m changing your name in my phone to Namjoon No-Fun.”

Nothing.

“Not a fan? Okay, how about Joonie No-Jams?” You suggest, giggling.

He scoffs, lightly.

You tap your chin, contemplative. “Miserable Moni?”

He throws his pillow at you with frightening accuracy and growls, but there's no heat behind his words, only fond frustration, “Go to bed, YN!”

You don’t bother him for the rest of the night, but the two of you fall asleep with identical smiles on your faces, comforted by the presence of someone you cared about so much and appreciated so dearly.

- end - 

Masterlist / Chapter (1), (2), (3), (4), (5), (6), (7), (8), (9), (10), (11), (12), (13), (14), (15)

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So, I was reading A work in progress (which I’ve loved, btw, like all your other works) and I was wondering if you’d be up to write some headcanons for a similar scenario we’re the reader is Silco’s partner and jinx doesn’t like her, but on the other hand the reader took her as her own since the beginning.

How would their relationship and dynamics evolve? What if when Jinx is a teenager (around 16/17) she tags along the reader for a mission and the reader saves her by taking a bullet for her and nearly dying? (Not me being a sucker for angst!)

tysm! lol this is literally the progression of a work in progress. i promise by the end of the series jinx and reader are 🤞 i don't want to give away too much (tho u kind of hit the nail on the head with that request -3o) i can give some hcs that probably won't make it in the final draft due to relativity.

jinx was a major cockblock. sometimes it was the by product of her being a child who needed constant reassurance. other times she just hated you and wanted you to suffer. she's better now that you two are on better terms.

jinx starts trusting you more when you stand up for her against sevika. it wasn't anything heroic. sevika and you were just having a drink and jinx was listening like she always does. sevika made a comment about how spending so much time with jinx must be hell. "it's fine." you answer, taking a measure sip. "she's a good kid. i like her jokes."

she tells more jokes around you. you'll laugh at some and tell her to work harder on others. and she does. her sense of humor is greatly calibrated towards yours and silco's.

birthdays aren't widely celebrated in the lanes. but you know jinx's favorite restaurant is across town and make a special trip for her. silco gets her a nice gift, wrapped neatly by himself. they eat the food you brought and as you excuse yourself to give them some bonding time jinx takes initiative, "you bought way too much stuff! there's no way we're going to be able to eat it all on our own, you might as well stay and eat some too." heh. yeah, might as well.

jinx made silco's monkey mug as an apology for breaking his auto-injector.

she mentioned one time making one for you and without thinking you said "please don't." instantly you could see the hurt in her face and had to recover fast "--because i like..." you list the first animal you can think of it. next week you're gifted with that animal's head in mug form.

silco and you compare mugs. he likes his better but you gloat that yours is custom.

pda is still a big no no between you and silco. sometimes you will steal a quick kiss from him but just know that jinx will retaliate with a long hug that she will expect him to return. silco: jinx, it's been long enough. jinx: sorry silco, you're on the hug train and the hug train has left the station. silco: :T

you don't go on missions. you're more of an independent contractor just working with silco for his dick resources. think singed. he deals with science and you with magic. silco stays out of your way, never interested in that kind of stuff. but jinx?

she's been exposed to the volatility of magic in its essential state. in fact, she even knows where to get some if you want 👀

i gotta stop there bc that's where chapter 4 or 5 will pick up.