#♪never going out of style | wanted pairing

[p3ach3snplums]

Tags personales pt 1

♪and they said speak now | ooc talk

♪your obdient servant | about dannie

♪omg look at that face you look like my next mistake | wanted fc

♪show me how to say no to this | wanted opposite

♪never going out of style | wanted pairing

♪awesome wow | memes

♪if you ask me who i should promoted | promos

[dreamauri]

♪ — 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗦 - part five charles leclerc  x  fem! driver! reader (fluff) “… forgetting is troublesome especially when you used to be enemies.”

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"What's been taking you so long?" You heard Charles whine as you stepped out of the washroom. "My eye hurts." You explained, moving over to him while rubbing your eyes.

"No- don't touch it." He pulled you to sit on his lap, praying your hand from your eye gently. "Let me see." He held your chin, leaning closer to take a look.

After a few good minutes of investigation, Charles was able to brush out the eyelash that made you uncomfortable. "No 'thank you' for the best husband in the world?" He chuckled, watching you lean on his chest and snuggle into him.

"My ego is too big for that." You joked laying your head on his shoulder. Charles shook his head, returning to the crossword puzzle he was doing.

"Thank you." You whispered as if you didn't want him to hear. You gave a soft kiss on his cheek before falling asleep in his arms.

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You kept a baseball cap on as you traveled through the airport. Your disguise was good enough now that your hair was in a common style. As for Charles, who decided not to hide, has been stopped multiple times for pictures and autographs.

You tried to avoid people for the most part, but you photo bombed the pictures from time to time. Charles would crack a laugh after feeling you come up from behind him and lean an elbow on his shoulder.

You couldn't help but giggle deeply to yourself upon watching Charles pull out a pair of glasses to read some papers and documents. "Never knew I was married to spectacles." You teased him.

"You didn't even know you were married." Charles replied amused with his eyebrows raised, holding out the box to show you where your own pair of rimless glasses waited. "Touché." You chest vibrated with giggles as you held his hand to continue your walk out of the port.

Instead, Charles wrapped his arm around your waist pressing a kiss to your temple. "We could see what's to love about that Tim Hortons guy before we go to the circuit." He offered.

You nodded quickly, walking faster and pulling him along. "Can you get me that coffee I liked?" He liked the way you smiled up at him. It felt like the old times.

You ran into a few more of your fans. Charles had to stand by, watching you closely while you took pictures or shared hugs. "Psst, Charles." He hummed, leaning down so you could whisper in his ear. "What does my autograph look like?"

He could help but laugh quietly, shrugging. "I'm going to have to make a new one on the spot, if you don't mind." You told a fan shyly who just urged you to go on.

You actually liked the signature. You took a photo so you could practice later. When you were finally able to get a cab, you went to the hotel where you dropped off your stuff before opening Google maps for the closest red Café.

"What do you think that is?" You pointed the distant green field aside. "Might be a golf course. You want to check it out later?" "Later." You nodded.

You held open the door when you did eventually get to Tim's. Charles wiggled his eyebrows as he entered first, choosing a table somewhere at the back.

You sat next to Charles, both of you snuggled into each other as you scrolled through tiktok. "Wait, do I have my own account?" You pressed on his icon to see his following. And yes, you did. The content you posted was more centered about your personal life outside of F1.

"Is that you?" You pressed on the video. You were secretly filming Charles and your brother while they tried to play “just dance”. You found yourself cracking up, closing the app and opening instagram instead.

Charles opened the discover tab, pulling out your .jpg account. Your jaw dropped at the husband centered account. "Am I your personal photographer? And what is this username?" You chuckled while scrolling through some of the pictures. "I like him. He's very cute don't you think?"

"Haha." Charles laughed pushing the phone away. You chuckled watching him get up to order your drinks.

You found a few pictures of your friends like Lando or Alex, Carlos and Max at times as well. But the account was mostly centered around you and Charles. You felt jealous. The two of you looked happy and close, like true soulmates.

You never thought about having such a life, nevertheless with Charles. "What are you thinking about?" You leaned your hand on your palm looking up at the brunette. "Can you tell me more about us?"

Charles smiled like a puppy, sitting back down and wrapping his arm around your waist. You listened intently as he shared a few stories from your adventures of living together.

"What about our wedding?" You held his hand as you sipped the chocolate latte, swinging your hand as you balanced on the sidewalk, walking back to the hotel. "Or wedding hmmm . . ." Charles pretended to think, raising an eyebrow in thought.

"You don't remember our wedding?" You gasped in offense, putting a hand on your heart. "I do, I do. You know I'm joking." You laughed with him as he pulled you in a side hug, kissing the top of your head.

"Our wedding was . . . Peaceful. Just us. It was quite a rash decision to get married, but the best one we've ever made. It was January in Tuscany 2019." You listened closely as you entered the hotel, making a B-line to the elevator.

"You wore a cute little white dress and we had a little cake just for us. It was the winter break so we could eat all we wanted and mess around as we liked."

Charles nuzzles his nose in your neck with a faint giggle, tickling you. He pressed the button to the lift. "We had a little dance just me and you, in the backyard." "I remember that." You murmured quietly.

"- ---- ---." He sang quietly, one hand on your back the other in your hand as you swayed together. His smile was wide as he twirled and spined you.

You could still vaguely feel your bare feet on the grass and his cold hands in yours. You don't remember the words to the song, but bits and pieces from the melody.

You hummed what you could salvage from your memory. Charles felt his back relax. And just like in the memory, he held your back and hand.

"It's our favorite song," he reminded you before beginning to sway with you. Just two idiots, dangerously in love, dancing in an elevator.

"I love you." He began to sing, clearing his voice once he heard you giggle at him. "For sentimental reasons. I've given you my my my my heart. Given you my heart because mmm love you. And you alone were meant for me. Please give your loving heart to me, and say we'll never part."

You giggled silently as he twirled you before pulling you close and leaning down for a passionate kiss.

"I think about you every-"

Ding!

You both froze looking at the elevator doors which opened slowly revealing an awkward Bottas who pursed his lips at the sight of you and Charles waltzing in a 8x8 elevator. No one moved a muscle for a few minutes until the doors closed.

You and Charles looked at each other before bursting out in laughter. He held your hand as he pulled you back to the hotel room. You hugged Charles' back as he unlocked the door.

You saw Gorge Russell pull his door open to see the source of noise, only to wave and flip you off. You could feel yourself fall over and wheeze on the floor as Charles pulled you in the room from your ankles ( the same way criminals drag around a dead body ).

Charles fell on the floor beside you, laughing with you.

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You walked out the kitchenette, listening to Lando scold Charles over the phone about how your laughter woke him up from across the hall.

"We're sorry, Lando." You sat beside your husband as Charles apologized for the millionth time.

"You guys were so loud! And I needed my sleep before today! How am I going to deal with all these annoying reporters?!" "How about you get over it and actually catch sleep before we have to go." You butted in before saying a quick bye and pressing the red button.

"You are free of Landito." You patted Charles lap before laying your head on. He brushed your hair gently, smiling down at you. "I wanna shower." You got up walking to the washroom, pulling your shirt off.

"Join me?" His smile widened as he followed you, hopping out of his pants and pulling off his shirt, eventually pinning you on the shower wall.

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"How are we feeling for Sunday?" "Absolutely Exhausted." You chuckled, leaning back into the couch. "Charles dragged me through an hour of hair care routine, I'm not letting him touch my hair again."

"But it's fluffy and shiny." Charles from across the couch leaned forward to look at you. "I could've taken a nap in that amount of time." You countered. "If you did take a nap, you'd be all tired and lazy. Plus we needed to shower that long flight off."

"I could've had a short shower in the motorhome." You went back and forth with the audience of reporters laughing amused and entertained.

"I'm not losing this round." You chuckled getting up and sitting on Charles lap instead. Lando who had been sitting beside him looked unamused and traumatized.

The press conference continued with you holding the mic for Charles because he had his arms wrapped around your stomach. "Two questions to Y/N. How comfortable is your seat and how do you-" the room broke out in laughter upon hearing the question.

"My seat is very fluffy and comfortable." You answered wiggling around Charles' lap happily. "You'd think it'll all be hard muscle but it's really fluffy and soft."

"Way to make a man feel single, Y/N." Lando tsked, making you stick your tongue out at him.

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You sat in your car, snuggling into the seat you've come to love for about thirty minutes now. "This always feels so heavenly." You hummed in satisfaction, watching Charles talk with a few engineers and mechanics before he came over.

"You ready for the media pen?" You held your hands upwards, gesturing for him to carry you. Charles chuckled, reaching down and lifting you up. God dang he was strong, holding you up from your thighs and walking around with you.

"You're so cute." You whispered in his ear. "Too cute. I wanna squeeze you." You and him shared a quiet laugh. You listened to him chat with his PR on the walk, laying your shoulder on his head bored.

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liked by pieregasly charles_leclerc and 89M others ylerc i think he was trying to impress me . . . should i be impressed?

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charles_leclerc i'd call myself impressive ↳ ylerc.jpg impressive when it comes to burning our dinner, thank you charles. i love eating black pasta. ↳ charles_leclerc like you could do any better ↳ carlossainz55 she can. ↳ ylerc.jpg thank you, carlos. I'll let you pass on turn 4. ↳ alex_albon dibs on passing in turn 6 ↳ landonorris WHAT ABOUT ME?! Y/N!! ↳ ylerc.jpg nah, you didn't let me join in, so . . . i'll be lapping you on turn 7? 11? ↳ landonorris NO FAIR!

voice notes 🔊 . . . ( just a nice short one, more fluff. next one is going to be rough )

[sergeantelvis]

"I'm Sorry"

SUMMARY: After following Elvis throughout his career and being there for him, he seems to forget what's most important... you.

warning: ANGST, hurt to comfort?, shouting, miscommunication, insecurity.

A/N: This is my first ever post on Tumblr I've been on here a while so I thought why not give a shot at writing, please keep in mind English isn't my first language :)

Pairing: Elvis x reader (can also be Austin elvis!)

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As the sun set over Memphis, the vibrant city whispered tales of heartache and passion. Among the countless souls navigating the streets, a young woman could be found strolling the dimly lit pathways with what seemed to be a small frown perched upon her face.

That woman also happened to be one of the worlds most talked about people in this current moment, yet she felt like she was the only one talking and no one was listening. That woman was who teenage girls could only dream to be, yet she didn't want to be herself in the very moment. Why would she?

Today was supposed to be different she told herself, he would actually remember, she really tried to believe her own husband would be there to support her during one of the biggest achievements of her life, just like she had done for him the last seventeen years. You see she had been there for him through all walks of life, since he was a tiny little blonde haired ray-of-sunshine and when he dyed his hair black and decided to switch up his style, she was there. And he couldn't even show up for one stupid court-case?

God she felt pathetic, she knew he wouldn't come, so why did she think this time it would be any different. But what could she do? She was Mrs Presley, and thats all people would see her as. As she walked along she moonlit streets she became more wary that she had been pushed aside by her husband, she had made a fool of herself letting him walk around with his wedding band off and acting like a single man with women surrounding him. People warned her about marrying Elvis but she would never listen to them because he was her Elvis and no one knew him like she did, and for a while that was true... until it wasn't.

Her beautiful Navy suit had been especially picked out for this trail, hoping that people would see her, hoping that He would see her. Thoughts swirled in her mind as she tried to process why she had let herself go so far as to have to beg for his attention, she was not some groupie he had picked up from his concerts or some teenaged fan that adored his music, she was his wife.

And she had enough.

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The night air clung to her like a heavy shroud as she approached the hallowed gates of Graceland. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale glow over the sprawling estate that had once been her sanctuary. But tonight, it felt more like a prison.

The grand entrance of Graceland loomed ahead of her, its ornate ironwork giving way to a long, winding driveway. As she ventured further in her green Beatle, the faint sound of music reached her ears, weaving its way through the evening breeze. Laughter, muffled and distant, hinted at a revelry she was not a part of.

Stepping across the threshold she had first hesitated towards, she entered the foyer. Dimly lit chandeliers bathed the room in a warm, golden glow, casting intricate patterns onto the polished marble floor. The air was thick with the mingling scents of expensive perfume and the anticipation of a vibrant gathering, yet it only deepened her pit of despair that was building inside of her.

Through the open doorways, she glimpsed the living room, ablaze with colour and movement. Lavish gold accented decorations adorned the walls, reflecting the vibrancy of the party within. The room seemed pulse with energy, the laughter and voices of the guests hanging in the air like an invisible veil.

In the midst of the festivities, Elvis stood at the centre, a star among the crowd. His charismatic smile drew people to him, their adoration evident in their eyes, but as her own guys met his, he remained transfixed by the merriment, not even batting an eyelid in her direction.

Her heart sank the steps, becoming slow and weighted with the sorrow she could no longer bear. She carved attention, his understanding of this passing sea of celebration. She appeared to be nothing more than a ghost existing in the peripheral of his attentions.

There, at the centre of the circle of vibrant guested, Elvis, his charm radiating like an Ethereal light. He was locked in at dance of words with a fan Her face flashed with the light basked on his attention. She observed the ease with which he engaged in stranger, his smile more genuine than she had seen in months.

The woman's voice, light and melodious, carrying hints of infatuation as she flirted shamelessly with Elvis. Hello, after accompanied by the soft music in the background seem to melt with the rhythm of his wife's own shattered heart. She could hardly fathom have someone. He didn't even know how to more sway over him, and she is devoted wife.

As she watched her husband, his eyes, twinkling with amusement, she felt an indescribable pain gnaw at her chest. She had dedicated her life to him, bent over backwards to keep their love and life. I need to find herself reduced to an inconsequential presences.

As she leaned against the wall, her tears subsiding, but her pain still palpable. Elvis's eyes flicker towards her. His eyes lingered for a moment before realisation, dawned on him, and with Swift footsteps, he crossed the room to reach her side.

"Hey, baby," He drawled, attempting to dismiss the intensity of the scene, she had just witnessed. His voice infused, with a southern twang still sent shivers down the spine, had once been the balm to her weary soul, but now it only served as a reminder of the golf at grown between.

Her eyes, once filled with love and admiration, now held a mix of sadness and anger. She took a deep breath, collecting the fragments of her resolve, before confront the man she had given her heart to all those years ago.

"You've missed my court case, my own battles and achievements, all while you were caught up in this whirlwind of adoration from strangers," She finally blurted out.

Elvis blinked, his azure eyes mirroring the confusion in his voice. "Satnin? Why didn't you say anything?" He cooed, attempting to soothe her. "You know I've got a lot on my plate."

The word "Satnin" would have once brought a smile to her face, an endearment she cherished, due to Elvis's late mother Gladys who was her second mother growing up in the small area of Tupelo. She shook her head, causing her locks to cascade around her like a waterfall of frustration.

"How can you think we are okay?" She exclaimed, her voice quivering. "

"Elvis, I can't help but feel pushed aside. It's not just about this one encounter; it's about so much more. You've missed my court case, countless family dinners, and it feels like our connection has dwindled to empty conversations. I've been left here, alone, while you bask in the adoration of fans."

Elvis's brow furrowed in confusion as he attempted to grasp the gravity of her words. He had been so immersed in his own world that he failed to recognize the depth of her emotional turmoil. "Satnin, I didn't realize you were feeling this way. I've just been caught up in the whirlwind of fame. Ya know it's not personal, right?"

y/n's frustration simmered beneath her surface, threatening to erupt like a dormant volcano. "How can it not feel personal, Elvis? We used to be each other's entire world. Now, I'm just an accessory on the fringes of your life while you play the role of the adored superstar."

Elvis's eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and offense clouding his features. He tried to interject, but her pent-up emotions poured out like a torrential rainstorm, unable to be contained any longer.

"You think this is all about my support? It's not about that, Elvis! It's about feeling invisible, unappreciated, and alone. I've offered my unwavering support, but what have I received in return? Empty promises and missed moments. Is this how our love is supposed to be?"

A flicker of realization darted across Elvis's face, but his natural stubbornness lingered. "Satnin, I've been trying my best, but I can't be in two places at once. This music, these fans, they're a part of me. You knew that when we got married."

Her voice reached a crescendo, her frayed patience snapping under the weight of Elvis's dismissive attitude. "I didn't expect you to choose, Elvis. But I did anticipate that you would make an effort to make me feel like a priority in your life. Instead, I feel like I'm a distant second to the screaming crowds that cheer you on night after night."

Elvis, his patience waning, raised his voice in frustration. "Listen, baby, I have responsibilities, commitments. This is the life I've chosen. Can't you understand that?"

She gritted her teeth, her frustration boiling over. "Understand? I understand that you're using your fame as an excuse to neglect your responsibilities as a husband. You blame me for not understanding, but what about the countless nights I've spent alone, waiting for you? What about the promises you've made and broken?"

Elvis's expression turned defensive, his charm morphing into frustration. "You're being unreasonable, Y/N. I can't be at your beck and call all the time; I have a career to manage."

Y/N's voice trembled with anger. "Unreasonable? You have the audacity to call me unreasonable? All I wanted was a partner, someone who would be there for the important moments, to listen and support me. But you're too wrapped up in your own fame to even notice."

Elvis's obstinacy overshadowed any semblance of understanding. His tone hardened as he lashed out, trying to deflect his own guilt. "Maybe it wouldn't feel so empty if you were more supportive, if you understood the sacrifices I have to make!"

Her patience snapped, her voice resonating with a mix of fury and hurt. "Sacrifices? Where do my sacrifices fit into this equation? I've sacrificed my dreams, my desires, to support you, to be the wife you needed. And all I ask for in return is a fraction of your attention, your time."

Elvis and Y/N stood face to face in their lavish Memphis mansion. The room crackled with tension as their argument escalated, both parties unwilling to back down. Her eyes were brimming with tears, reflecting her hurt and frustration, while Elvis stubbornly refused to see his faults.

"You just don't understand, Y/N! I give you everything, I give you this beautiful home, luxurious cars, and all the fame you could ever want. Why are you so miserable?" Elvis exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief.

Y/n took a deep breath, trembling with the weight of her emotions. She knew this was her moment to speak her truth and reveal the depth of her pain. "Elvis, material possessions and fame aren't enough for me. I want emotional connection, intimacy, and a partner who truly understands me. But lately, it feels like I'm living in your shadow. You're so consumed with yourself that you've forgotten about our marriage."

Elvis's eyes widened, struck by her heartfelt words. For the first time, he began to truly comprehend the gravity of his actions. "But Baby, I don't mean to neglect you. I love you more than anything. How can I make it right?" His voice wavered, a mix of desperation and regret seeping through his words.

Her gaze softened, her love for Elvis still evident despite the pain she felt. "It's not just about apologies, Elvis. It's about changing your behavior, showing me every day that I matter to you. I can't keep living like this, always feeling secondary to your career."

A mixture of guilt and sadness washed over Elvis as he realized the damage he had caused in their marriage. He reached out, gently cupping Y/Ns face in his hands. "Baby, I never intended to hurt you. I know my words haven't always been kind, but you're the center of my world. I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'm truly sorry."

The air hung heavy with silence as she contemplated his words. She searched his eyes, seeking a sign of sincerity. Slowly, she nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Elvis, I want to believe that you mean it, but forgiveness doesn't come easy. We need time to heal, to rebuild the trust that has been shattered."

Elvis nodded, his heart sinking as he realized the consequences of his actions. They moved towards the hallway, away from prying eyes, their voices lowering to whispers. "Mama, please don't leave me. I can't imagine my life without you. I'll do whatever it takes to make things right."

She looked into his eyes, her pain alongside her love for him evident. "Elvis, the road to forgiveness will be long and arduous. I need you to understand that. It will take more than just words to mend what's been broken. We both have work to do."

Elvis took a trembling breath, feeling the weight of his past mistakes. He gently squeezed her hand, a solemn vow crossing his lips. "I promise you, Satnin, I'll do whatever it takes. I'll be a better husband, a better man. Just please, don't give up on us."

As they stood there, enveloped in the intimacy of their private moment, Elvis and Y/N knew that the journey ahead would not be easy. But their love, their shared history, and the desire to rebuild what was lost provided a glimmer of hope. Their path to healing had just begun, one step at a time.

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A/N: I got a bit carried away! But I'm also looking to make more friends in the Tumblr/Elvis community and would love to follow people or have proofreaders :) thank you <33

[sumeruin]

♫♪: strip tcg!!!

♫♪: warnings: written by a minor, sub reader, gn reader, marking, mentions of edging

♫♪: pairing: cyno x reader

♫♪: a/n: tried to use a different writing style this time, lmk what you guys think!!! the reader is described as shorter than cyno i’m totally not projecting he’s actually 6’0 in cannon. also there will probably be a part two to this later i just wanted to post it cause i’ve been writing it for too long hehe

♫♪: minor writing smut, dni if uncomfortable!!!!

you were so excited for tonight. you almost never got to have date nights with cyno because of his busy schedule, so even if it was just a night of staying in a playing tcg together you wanted to make sure everything went perfectly. you knew what these usually ended in and so you spent hours deciding on which outfit an lingerie to wear, cyno always liked it when you dressed up for him after all.

you had even made him dinner and already set up the cards, so now you just had to wait for him to arrive and then you could finally spend some well deserved time with your boyfriend.

after another half hour of waiting, you suddenly heard the doorbell ring, and you rushed over to open the door for cyno. you immediately wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug once he stepped inside your home, too excited to wait.

you could feel a light chuckle rumble through cyno’s chest as he hugged you back. “are you really this happy to see me?” his voice still had a slight hint of laughter to it.

“mhm! i missed you so much, you’ve been gone for so long.” you pouted against his chest.

“oh i’m sorry lovely, i missed you too. i’ll do my best to make it up to you tonight, ok?” he gently cooed down at you, softly rubbing your back with bare hands.

“okay. you better keep that promise.” you tried to muster up your best glare to look at him with but the uncontrollable smile on your lips betrayed your true feelings.

slowly, cyno pulled himself away from you. “i will, don’t worry.”

“anyways, we should go eat before the food i cooked gets cold! it’s always so much better fresh.” you moved away from him and started the walk to the kitchen, cyno eventually following behind you.

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after you two had finished eating, you brought him over to where you had set up the game.

“i have an idea this time.” you looked up at him curiously, his words sparking some confusion in your head. “tonight, i think we should spice our game up a bit. whenever someone’s cards get taken out they have to strip one piece of clothing. we play as many rounds as needed until one of us is entirely bare, and the loser has to do whatever the winner wants for the rest of the night.”

you could feel your face heating up at the suggestion. “so? what do you say?” it was hard to formulate your thoughts on the suggestion with cyno smirking at you like that.

“i don’t- i don’t know…..” you couldn’t help but stutter at the thought of it. while it excited you, you were hesitant to agree. you knew he probably wouldn’t lose, and you doubt you’d be able to focus on the game if one of his cards was knocked out. on the other hand, you would probably end up naked in front of him tonight anyways, and it never hurt to try something new.

cyno looked at you with an expectant expression. “i don’t know isn’t an answer pretty, i need you tell me if you want to do it or not.”

you felt your face heat up even more at the petname.

“ok, yeah, we can do it. get your cards set up and i’ll put out mine.” you looked over at him and gave him a slightly nervous smile.

“good. you’ll like it, i promise.” he shot you a reassuring smile, scanning your face to make sure you were really comfortable with it before finally starting the game.

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it had been three games and you were miserably losing, cyno only ended up removing his headpiece and some jewelry, but you had had to remove everything but your underwear. you had known this would happen so you weren’t too disappointed, but you couldn’t help but pout a little at the outcome.

noticing your expression, cyno laughed “are you that upset about losing?”

“i’m not upset! i’m just thinking about what to do for my turn.”

cyno just chuckled and gave a little shake of his head. “whatever you say. go, it’s your turn.” he gestured towards your cards.

you just attacked with the first one you could, all your cards were close to getting knocked out and his were still on full hp so you knew it’d only be a couple more turns until you ended up completely losing.

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by the end of the round cyno had taken out your last character card and you had to admit full defeat.

“i think i actually want to be the one who takes off the last piece of your clothes, you’ll be such a pretty present to unwrap.” he had a smug smirk on his lips as he spoke, beckoning you over to him from across the table.

you huffed in mock annoyance before moving towards him and crossing your arms over your chest, waiting for him start taking off your last article of clothing.

cyno smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist before pulling you against him, making you loose your balance and fall on his lap. his hands started to slowly move down to your waistband while his head moved closer to you neck. you could feel him smile against the sensitive skin before he started to press light kisses all over, every so often pausing to suck little marks into the more sensitive areas.

you couldn’t help but start to squirm under his careful ministrations, letting out small whines under your breath and grinding down against his lap. cyno’s hands tightened around your waist, his head lifting up from your neck. “why- why’d you stop!” you whimpered, disoriented from the kisses and the sudden shift in atmosphere.

“do you not remember the second part of our bet? the loser has to do whatever the winner says for the rest of the night. i don’t recall telling you hump me like a whore.” cyno’s voice was rougher than it usually is, a clear sign he wasn’t as unaffected as he let on. “now, i’m going to keep doing what i was doing earlier, and you’re going to sit there and be good for me, or else you won’t be cumming tonight, ok?”

“ok…” you couldn’t stop the disappointment from seeping into your tone, making cyno smirk at how worked up he could make with just a couple touches and a few kisses. he smiled and kissed your forehead before going back to marking up your neck and rubbing teasing circles around your underwear.

you were in for a long night.

[lovebatty]

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐊 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒: 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 | 𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨 & 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 ♡

Warning(s): none, be happy!

Note: Is this another scenario that I've been thinking about for a while but for some reason never executed❔ And I think it turned out very nice so I put it here anyway. (⁠灬⁠º⁠‿⁠º⁠灬⁠)🩷

New pair of sneakers.

Romantic: (I can't believe I was able to buy so many things in one day! ♡)

Romantic: (I knew it was a good idea to come when I saw that promotion, but I think it's time to return to the Sakamaki mansion.)

Romantic: (Ayato-kun must be at home waiting for me to eat together, after all, I promised I would teach him how to make takoyaki!)

Romantic: He-he ♪ Well, then let's go home.

Person A: Look at those sneakers! I want to buy some of those someday.

Person B: Yeah! They are a new collection line!

Romantic: Oh? Sneakers?

Romantic: (Wait... I feel like someone had told me something similar about sneakers, but who?)

Romantic: ...Oh! It was Ayato-kun, wasn't it?!

Romantic: M-my godness, how could I forget?!

Romantic: (Ayato-kun...)

Romantic: (It's true, he has a game this weekend and he had told me that his shoes were already quite worn out after so much time.)

Romantic: He said maybe he would go buy a pair of sneakers when he felt like it, but I'm already here.

Romantic: ( And... what if I buy Ayato-kun some sneakers? I don't think he would dislike the idea! I would like to do it for him as well. ♪)

Romantic: Will I? W-well! Trying never hurts anyone! I'm going to sent him a message right now.

—Ayato's Room, Sakamaki Mansion.—

Ayato: Mh... hah...

Ayato: Pwaah... who the hell is texting at this hour?

Ayato: Ah? It's Chibimushi... What does he want now?

My Romi ♡«

꒰ 💗 ꒱ Ayato-kun! ♡⁠ (⁠˃͈⁠ ⁠દ⁠ ⁠˂͈  ⁠) Sorry for texting you so suddenly, it's just that I'm here at the mall and I wanted to ask you something really quick.

꒰ 🍓 ꒱ Yeah? What's up?

Ayato: (I hate being woken up...)

Ayato: (Oh? He already responded?)

꒰ 💗 ꒱ It's just that while walking here I remembered that you had told me that you wanted a new pair of sneakers because the ones you have are already worn out.

Ayato: So that's about it...

꒰ 🍓 ꒱ Yes, that's true. I have been meaning to get myself a new pair.

꒰ 🍓 ꒱ Why do you ask?

꒰ 💗 ꒱ Well, I saw some models here at the mall that I thought you might like, I would like to send you photos of some so you can see, is that okay?

꒰ 🍓 ꒱ Yeah, sure. I guess that's fine.

꒰ 🍓 ꒱ But don't expect me to be praising you for it or anything, hehe.

꒰ 💗 ꒱ Alright! ╰⁠(⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠´⁠꒳⁠`⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠)⁠╯🩷

꒰ 💗 ꒱ Don't worry, wait a moment, okay? I'll tell them to show me a few sneakers, take a picture and I'll send them to you.

꒰ 🍓 ꒱ Don't be late, Chibimushi.

*Romantic sends the photos after 20 minutes.*

Ayato: He finally sends them! Let's see..

Ayato: Che, there are too many models, I can barely concentrate on one...

Ayato: (I don't think any of the sneakers here will convince me...)

—Kaminashi Shopping Center, Shoe store.—

Romantic: He replied! I'll see what he said...

Romantic: (Oh... Ayato-kun didn't like any of them? I assumed something like this would happen, but I was a little hopeful.)

Romantic: (None of these models are his style after all, I should try with something else... I'll tell him if I can look for more.)

Ayatito chulo ♡«

꒰ 💗 ꒱ Ow... :( I'm sorry, Ayato-kun, these are the ones I found in the store that were a bit similar to the ones you had.

꒰ 🍓 ꒱ It's 'kay, stop worrying about that.

꒰ 🍓 ꒱ Maybe I’m not even going to buy a new pair of shoes anyway. I don’t even know what I want.

Romantic: (Ayato-kun...)

꒰ 💗 ꒱ (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) Then?

꒰ 🍓 ꒱ No, Chibimushi. I'm fine like this, I appreciate the detail but I'm hungry, just get your ass back home, will you?

꒰ 🍓 ꒱ I will be waiting, plz take care.

꒰ 💗 ꒱ Yes, I love you. ♡

Romantic: ...That wasn't what I had in mind.

Romantic: There must be something that might be his taste... Ayato-kun can't keep wearing the same sneakers all the time!

Romantic: I know he's not too patient for these things...

Romantic: I need something like... Oh! I know!

—Ayato's Room, Sakamaki Mansion.—

*Another 25 minutes later.*

Ayato: Tsk, what the hell is he doing? This is ridiculous, he already took too long and I hate having to wait... and he knows it.

Ayato: Chibimushi...

Ayato: (I know he likes to show me affection with gifts... and he appreciates me, as he should! But— only Chibimushi spends his money on crazy or even useless stuff.)

Ayato: (I can buy it all myself, I don't need anyone to do it for me.)

My Romi ♡«

꒰ 🍓 ꒱ Hey.

꒰ 🍓 ꒱ Are you okay? Is something holding you up?

Romantic: Ayato-kun, i'm here!

Ayato: Chibimushi—!

Ayato: You're lucky I'm not mad at you! Your late, what's with that? Why did you take so long?!

Ayato: ...Why did you even bring a whole shopping bag if you were only buying the takoyaki ingredients?

Romantic: He-he ♪ that's because I bring a surprise with me.

Ayato: Huh?

Romantic: Ta-daaa! ♪ Your new pairs of sneakers!

Ayato: ...!

Romantic: B-before you say anything, I... would like you to see them and try them on...

Ayato: Romi...

Romantic: They are even nice in person, open them!

Ayato: Pfft—! Hahaha~! ♡ I have no idea of what to say now, these are atrocious!

Ayato: These shoes are even better than those that you showed me in the photos! How much did these even cost?!

Romantic: I-it doesn't matter! The price is the least important thing.

Ayato: Thank you, Chibimushi. As expected of my boyfriend you could only bring me the best.

Romantic: Well, of course!

Ayato: But, seriously, Chibimushi.

Ayato: You didn't have to do it, we're not on a holiday and it's not my birthday either, isn't?

Romantic: W-what?! Don't say that! Giving you gifts is like giving you little parts of me...

Romantic: Your happiness matters to me especially when it is something you have wanted for a long time...

Ayato: You're kidding, right? Romi...please stop that speech already.

Romantic: I... I think you deserve it for all the good you have done, not only for me, but also for yourself.

Ayato: ...Heh.

Ayato: Thanks, Chibimushi. You know I love your gifts... big or not, if they are as important to you as they are to me, then I will put them to good use.

Ayato: Besides, I could never refuse you after making a fool of yourself with such pretty face saying how much do you love me.

Romantic: So, will you use them?

Ayato: Duh, and you will go to the game with me.

Romantic: Y-yes!

Ayato: That's it... Now, let's eat takoyaki together, okay? That's an order, I'm starving.

Romantic: Mm... Alright. ♡

Romantic: (His kisses are so sweet, I can feel his words filling my heart completely... knowing that now he will have a memory of me in the next game.)

[akehoshimystar]

Chapter 5

Roka: Hello, Okoge☆ It's been a while, how's it going?

Okoge: Meow.

Roka: Yeah, I'm glad you're doing well. Here's a face-rubbing greeting ♪

As soon as we arrived at the Administrative Dept. house, Roka-san went straight to Okoge for some skinship.  Okoge purred in pleasure as his fingertip rubbed the back of his ears.

Taiga: I didn’t expect Suoh-san to come at all.

Ito: When he happened to stop by the office, I invited him and he immediately said yes.

Haruhi: Even though he tends to disappear and appear out of nowhere, he must have some kind of ability to never miss such a timing.

Taiga: It's reassuring to have the person who came up with the project sample it. I’m very grateful for that ability.

While talking, Tsukimoto-san skillfully advanced his preparations.

Roka: I wish I could bring Rare-kun too... It's been a while since you last saw each other, right?

Ito: Oh, Rare-kun used to come here?

Taiga: When there's no one in the office for a long period of time, such as a holiday, the Administrative Dept. sometimes takes care of him.

Ito: I see.

(I sometimes see cats and birds getting along on social media, but I wonder if I can see that here too.)

I couldn’t help but smile when I imagined the interaction between Okoge and Rare-kun.

Taiga: Okay, let's get started.

Roka: Hmm, I smell the scent of happiness all over the table.

Now, everyone, let's do this properly. Put your hands together and say "Thanks for the meal!"

Ito: Thank you for the meal.

Taiga: ...How was it?

Roka: Wonderful! Delicious! Bono!

I'm so impressed that I think these can be served to customers right at this moment.

Taiga: Really?

Ito: I agree with Roka-san.

It's amazing that he was able to produce these in such a short time.

Haruhi: All worth every night that you’ve spent practicing. Right, Taiga?

Taiga: You’re supposed to keep that a secret!

Haruhi: That won’t change the fact that you’re a good cook anyway.

Your challenge was how well you could make it fit the concept, and I think you did very well.

Ito: (It may sound emotionless, but I can sense his respect for Tsukimoto-san.)

And that’s what softened Tsukimoto-san's expression.

Taiga: I was especially particular about pairing it with black tea. Given that my role is a hatter. What I want to emphasize is…

Roka: An endless tea party ♪

Taiga: Yes. Not to mention, the story of Alice takes place in England. 

I originally had an image of black tea, but I learned and practiced in my own way to bring tea time to another level.

I tried to reflect the wonderful particularity of it in the menu.

Ito: So you made every dish go well with tea.

Roka: What's more, it's not just the classic tea set, it's amazing that you also made Japanese-style sweets!

Sheesh, aren’t you playful, Taiga?

Ito: You also made this matcha roll cake, Tsukimoto-san?

Taiga: Yes. There were some tea leaves that I really wanted to use, so this is what I came up with after thinking about what would go well with it. 

Roka: Oh yeah. The tricky combination is as interesting as the story itself!

Taiga: Thank you.

It was a little challenging because these are not some usual tea leaves out there, but it was well worth the effort.

Roka: Our customers will definitely be pleased. You’ve earned my stamp of approval!

Haruhi: ...Is there only tea?

Taiga: Nope, there are drinks on the menu that you would find at a regular cafe too.

Basically there're afternoon tea sets for tea parties and high tea sets for meals rather than snacks.

This way people can order food individually and enjoy their own favorite combinations.

Roka: Simply wonderful!

It's amazing that each table has their own tea party.

Roka: I really wish Urara had come too...

Haruhi: Why Manami-kun?

Taiga: Have you forgotten that he is also the cafe member for this time? Do some research.

Roka: I asked him on the way here, but he turned me down almost immediately.

Though I can already sense his stubbornness. Take a look.

Everyone came to see a message from Manami-san appearing on Roka-san’s phone via LIME.

Urara: [I said I'm not going, you're so damn persistent.]

Taiga: Oh, this is…..

Haruhi: I mean… If I suddenly got something like “an invitation to a tea party ♪” I'd turn down too.

It's practically spam.

Roka: Really? If it were me, I'd be all giddy-up!

Haruhi: Yeah, I’m sure you would. Even if it’s really a spam message.

Ito: (I definitely can picture that.)

I could even imagine Kosaka-san and Kise-san telling Roka-san to set up a strong spam filter to prevent that from happening.

Taiga: Manami-kun plays Cheshire Cat, right?

Roka: Yup! His tendency not to show up often renders him a perfect man for that role, don’t you think so?

Haruhi: That's exactly what's happening now.

Chapter 6

[angelsnaiils]

diary 08/05/23

okay i’m writing this in the morning so it’s actually mostly going to be about yesterday heh ◝꒰ ´ ˘ `♡ ꒱ my sister and i went thrifting yesterday!! i was honestly pretty successful, i got a cute new sweater, a pink button up for layering, a white blazer, low waisted vs pink yoga pants, black uggs!!?, and white mary jane heels!

quick happy rants about what i’m most excited about …

like pretty much any other clothing product made from animals (such as leather), i would never buy uggs new, however i don’t mind buying secondhand. they’re in pretty good condition and they’re not the iconic brown but i think these will actually fit my style needs better!! that’s why i love thrifting, i often end up finding things that fit MY tastes so perfectly hehe - much better than normal shopping.

im also THRILLED about the heels!!! i have my first ever lolita meet in two weeks (!!!!) and i was a little worried because i don’t have actual lolita shoes yet, i only have these amazon shoes i got as a gift and they do the job but ugh i didn’t want to wear amazon to a meet ૮꒰ྀི ◞ ⸝⸝⸝ ◟ ꒱ྀི�� typically i wear converse or boots because i just wear lolita on campus and am a little lax with rules … anyways!!these came at the perfect time!! i also picked up a bag of various pink and white ribbon at one of the thrift stores and i was able to create the perfect little bows to attach to the heels so they’re properly lolita ໒꒰ྀི ๑ ´ ˘ ` ू ꒱ྀིა

finally the yoga pants! i’d been considering getting a pair for a while now, which is funny bc i had them like 10 years ago.. ah, fashion cycles.. anyways, my mom found them and they fit like a glove! i really love the low waist, i discovered that i actually LOVE low waisted bottoms so i’m very happy to add these to my closet. they have the classic little vs pink dog on the waist which i love ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭ i’m excited to wear these on my study-at-home days this fall!

phew, okay!

after shopping i got to hang out with my bf and friends (ﾉ´▽｀)ﾉ♪ we usually would have played dnd, but since i’m still recovering i didn’t feel up to it so instead we played a board game and just relaxed and chatted :3 it was really nice! AND one of my friends had put together a whole care package for me ૮꒰ྀི ◞ ⸝⸝⸝ ◟ ꒱ྀི১ she got me pudding, soup, a candle, a soft pink blanket, and YARN! she’s seriously the sweetest, i have the best friends ♡

today, i desperately need to clean my room… will probably also do some discord work and crochet or work on my accessories for the meet! right now i’m about to plan my meals for the day since i’m still on extremely soft foods and liquids :”) id also like to take a walk! i’ve hated not being able to do much exercise, i miss running :( but i’ll be fully healed soon!

thanks for reading + have a lovely day my friends!! ໒꒰ྀི ๑ ´ ˘ ` ू ꒱ྀིა

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS 5th Anniversary Book - Mukami Kou [Character Interview]

QUESTION 01. What is your favorite thing right now?

A. Lately this hair pin and this rubber band have been my favorites! One’s shaped like a heart, the other like a cat! I picked them out together with M-neko-chan~! ♪ They fit me perfectly, I like them veeeery much!

QUESTION 02. What are your recent preferences in regards to fashion?

A. I pay quite a bit of attention to my fashion. I’m an idol after all! Lately I’ve been choosing a lot of pink-colored clothes, while also incorporating the current trends~ Pink is such a cute color, but there’s only a limited amount of people who can pull it off, don’t you think? That’s why I can’t help but pick them out. 

QUESTION 03. Do you have any subconscious quirks?

A. Let’s see. When I don’t have anything to do, I start fidgeting with my fingers a little, for example? I end up doing it in between photo shoots and such~

QUESTION 04. How do you spend your off days?

A. On my off days, I’ll sit back and take my time reading magazines, or head out together with my siblings. Of course, sometimes I go to town to buy clothes as well...Although, most of the time I just sleep the time away until I get woken up by Ruki-kun or Azusa-kun. I don’t get a lot of off days, so I try and get some rest as much as possible. 

QUESTION 05. What does your sleepwear look like?

A. That’s a secret! ...Is what I would say, but I’ll make an exception and tell you! Actually, as of late l’ve been sleeping in pajamas which have a pair of cat ears attached to them~! They feel comfortable and are cute as well, so I really like them. I’d love to wear matching ones with M-neko-chan.

QUESTION 06. What’s one thing you always do before going to bed?

A. Every day before I sleep...I stretch and do some light muscle training! Physical strength is a must for any idol, and when I play a part in action movies, muscle power and flexibility are necessary as well. Also, after getting some advice from my make-up artist, I’ve started going to bed after applying some body cream. 

QUESTION 07. Which part of your own body do you like best?

A. A part I like, huh~? My tied hair which springs up is my trademark, but I’m confident in my physique* as well so I’m not sure which one to pick...But if I had to name my favorite body part, it would have to be my eyes. They are special to me after all. 

-> The word スタイル or ‘style’ which comes from English actually refers to a person’s physique/figure/body shape rather than say a fashion style.

QUESTION 08. What do you like best about your own room?

A. My room’s rather pretty, you know? Whenever it’s a mess, Ruki-kun and the others will clean it up for me after all. ★ Which is why I’d be fine whenever a magazine or a TV program decides to host a tour of my room. The thing I like the most has to be the large mirror. I head out every day after checking my hair and clothes in said mirror. 

QUESTION 09. Tell us your most vivid memory with your brothers!

A. I have lots of memories with my brothers, but the one that left the biggest impression on me has to be...when we escaped the orphanage together and looked at the bright, blue sky, I guess. There’s tons of memories which are important to me, but that blue sky is a precious memory which I can never forget. 

QUESTION 10. How do you feel about Karlheinz?

A. That man? I’m extremely grateful to him. I mean, he’s our savior after all. The fact we were able to become a family, or that I got to meet M-neko-chan, all of it is thanks to him. That’s why I’m grateful. 

QUESTION 11. Where would you go on a date?  

A. Hmm, there’s tons of places I’d love to go so it’s hard to make a choice. However, if we’re gonna go all out anyway, I’d really like to adapt to the season and visit various places. ♪ I want to watch the cherry blossoms in spring, go to the beach in summer or the mountains in fall, and see the Christmas lights in winter~ However, I’m sure that if I’m on a date with the girl I love, I’d have fun anywhere! 

QUESTION 12. Which kind of gestures from a girl make your heart skip a beat?

A. Let’s seeー This one’s pretty standard, but when she looks up at you, for example. Also when she puffs out her cheeks in frustration is cute as well. When I see her make those kind of faces, I can’t help but want to tease her~ But in the end, a smile still fits a girl the best!

QUESTION 13. What does her* blood taste like?

--> 彼女 or ‘kanojo’ in Japanese can be transated as ‘she/her’, but it is also used to refer to someone’s girlfriend.

A. M-neko-chan’s blood tastes sweeeet~! Not even the sweetest nectar can compare! You feel like you’re gonna melt even from just licking it once!

QUESTION 14. Which body part do you like sucking her blood from?

A. M-neko-chan’s blood is delicious regardless of the place I suck from but...Personally I like drinking from the upper arm! Not only is it soft and easy to sink my fangs into it, I like how I can watch her expressions as I suck her blood. I like watching her make a pleasurable face as her cheeks turn red. ♪ Ah, that part’s a secret, okay? 

QUESTION 15. What does she mean to you?

A. To me, M-neko-chan is like the blue sky. I guess you could say she’s someone precious who I definitely don’t want to lose. Of course, Ruki-kun and the others are important to me as well, but I believe my feelings towards M-neko-chan are still somewhat different from those. I want to continue watching the blue sky I love so much, with M-neko-chan by my side.