#708 baby

[upwards-descent]

Me: My resolution has been to be annoying about my HRT progress--

Them, every time: You're not being annoying at all :) tell me more

Me:

[esbee-daisy]

babys first time making a gif

[hauntingblue]

'I am here because kind cora-san couldn't pull the trigger that day. I am here just to pull the trigger' damn

[gunnerfc]

okay so yk how foxy is into her skincare, what about her coming home to you after a team night out , too drunk to do her skin care so you sit her down and do it for her and she just goes on about her love for u

E. Fox - Sweet Moments | WC: 708

You mumbled quietly as you read the book in your hands, your back resting against the bed's headboard. You opted out of going out for drinks with the team, having recently picked up an ankle injury, you preferred to spend the evening in bed reading. Emily originally wanted to stay home with you, but you eventually convinced her that spending time with the team would benefit everyone. 

The defender had left a few hours ago, and based on a slew of gibberish texts, you knew she was on her way home. You were proven correct when you heard the door to your apartment open and close, hurried footsteps to the bedroom following closely behind. You smiled to yourself as you sat your book on the nightstand just as Emily entered the bedroom.

“Hi baby,” she giggled softly, climbing onto the bed and crawling to where you were seated.

Her lips met yours in a soft kiss, and you could taste the alcohol she had been drinking. You wrinkled up your nose at the taste as you pulled back slightly. 

“Hey! I wasn’t done,” Emily pouted as she tried to lean back in for another kiss.

“You taste like alcohol, babe,” you laughed as you dodged her attempts. Emily scoffed at your words before lying down on her side of the bed. “You can’t sleep just yet, you gotta go change and stuff,” you reminded her, earning a groan from her.

You laughed at her response before gently poking her sides to force her to open her eyes. “C’mon, I’ll help you,” you murmured as you moved to get off the bed gently, avoiding putting too much pressure on your ankle.

Emily’s eyes popped open at your words, and she lifted her head slightly to watch you walk around the bed towards the bathroom. You turned your head slightly, throwing her a look as to say, “come on.” The defender was quick to her feet, though in her slightly drunken state, it wasn’t the best move as she groaned once more.

Once you were both in the bathroom, you handed Emily her toothbrush, wanting her to get rid of the alcohol taste. You spent the time getting everything you needed to help her with her skincare routine. 

“Sit,” you hummed as you pointed to the closed toilet when she was done, and she was quick to listen.

You have spent plenty of evenings watching the skincare routine she followed, knowing exactly what the steps were and how everything was used. You smiled down at her as you slid a headband over her forehead to keep her hair out of the way, and you placed a quick kiss on her head before turning back to the sink.

“I missed you tonight,” Emily mumbled, her words slightly slurred as she watched you.

“I missed you too,” you threw her a quick smile as you picked up a makeup wipe. 

Your touch was gentle as you wiped her face clean of the makeup she put on earlier, smiling at the peaceful look on her face. “I love you,” she cooed once you were done, her eyes still closed. 

Your smile grew upon hearing her words before repeating them back to her. Having a lot of experience watching her with her skincare, you were able to complete everything in a similar timeframe. The entire time you were working, the defender kept mumbling various things, all relating to how much she loved you. 

“All done,” you mumbled, pulling Emily out of her peaceful state. You could see her night out was catching up to her, her eyes fighting to stay open. “Come on, let's go change and go to bed,” you whispered, pulling the headband off her head and tossing it to the counter. 

Emily took your hand so you could guide her into the bedroom, and she quickly shed her clothes for something more comfortable before joining you in bed. Once you were both settled, Emily’s face was nestled into your neck, her warm breath hitting your skin.

“I love you so much,” she yawned, sleep catching her quickly as her breathing evened out.

“I love you too,” you whispered, even if you knew she was already fast asleep and couldn’t hear you.

[tuesdaykiss]

“touching toes”

rafe cameron social media au

“he’s over more and more, had to give him a whole drawer. to be honest, kinda like seeing his trainers by the door.” — olivia dean, ‘touching toes’.

synopsis: after finishing her fashion studies at college in nyc, y/n moves to outerbanks to live with her grandparents. she worries about the loneliness that comes with being in a new place, knowing only her cousin topper and other relatives… that is until she is acquainted with a certain cameron.

part — 9 | 10 | 11

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it was around three o’clock by the time you had gotten there. approaching ‘heyward’s’, the older of the pair straightened up at the sight of you, a broad grin erupting on his face. your lingering worries soon seemed to evaporate, as he waved you over in such a warm and welcoming nature.

“hey, kid!” he called, his voice nothing but friendly, “come to lend a hand, yeah?”

“if you’ll have me,” you replied, your expression now reflecting his, “figured i owed you a favour.”

heyward shot you a playful wink, a silent gesture of his thankfulness.

“pope!” he bellowed, as you followed him inside the shop, “get your ass in here, boy!”

a laugh bubbled in your chest at their dynamic, as you friend appeared; sweat and dirt littered his face, a result of his long day’s work.

“hey, y/n,” pope greeted you, sharing a familiar bright smile despite the clear exhaustion in his voice and appearance, “y’alright?”

“better now i’m here with you guys,” you remarked, gesturing to the father-and-son duo standing before you.

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restless and searching; rafe’s gaze flicked across the crowd of people. he scanned every inch of the room, hoping — needing — to catch your eye again. but to his dismay, you were nowhere to be found.

his icy eyes darted through the bodies of people. there was sarah. focusing in on his sister’s surroundings, rafe’s confusion only depends when he was unable to locate you: you weren’t there.

needing answers, he pushed his way through the bustling country club, a surge of determination washing over him. he dropped into the seat beside his sister, his voice remaining casual.

“uh, where’s y/n? stuck in the bathroom or something?” he joked, forcing a grin as he attempted to make light of the situation, in an attempt to conceal his disarray; mask his concern for bewilderment.

sarah sighed, as she looked up through her glass. the volume of alcohol pumping through her system, only heightened her emotions. “y/n went home,” she rolled her eyes, “headache.”

rafe felt his smile falter. home? headache? questions began to pollute his mind. why hadn’t you announced your departure? why hadn’t you at least said goodbye?

his brows knitted together, his face scrunching as frustration began brewing beneath the surface. leaning back in his chair, he attempted to piece together what had gone wrong; he was left with only disappointment, growing in his chest.

your phone

you couldn’t send it: you were too afraid of the answer…

a/n: anyways, i love heyward <3 best dad award goes to him!

tomorrow is gonna be a writing day for me; had a few days off over the christmas period, but now i’m all caught up on my drafts!

if you have any thoughts of what has happened so far, feel free to comment - i’d love to hear them!

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[facioleeknow]

How to treat your hardworking boyfriend • Bang Chan

Chan is working hard so you decide to surprise him on valentine’s day ;)

Wc: 708 Genre: smut 18+ ONLY

Tw: smut, mommy kink, subby chan, sex in a bathtub, unprotected sex, creampie, face cumshot, cum eating

Part of my Valentine's day collab!

The light from the candles danced on the white walls of the bathroom. The water shone and glimmered, the soft foam swayed lightly in the tub as you dipped your hand and gently stirred the warm water.

Chan felt lightheaded and not only because the room was full of steam. It clang to his skin, like a stuffy warm blanket. In front of him was the most spectacular sight he had ever laid eyes upon. 

You sat on the edge of the tub, body clad in a skimpy red lingerie. A heart cutout exposed almost your whole tits, giving easy access to your chest and uncovered more skin for him to gawk at. It was a fairly simple two piece, a thong and a corset top but it made Chan salivate and whine at the sight, his jeans becoming deliciously tight.

“I take it this is a fitting valentine's present?” you giggled. Chan swore he ascended to heaven. He couldn't even answer, he just gulped and nodded enthusiastically.

“Come in silly,” you urged, giggling again at his shy antics.

Chan widened his eyes and swiftly threw off his socks and his shirt. His trembling hands then  started fumbling with his belt and he let out an annoyed sigh at the garment.

“Stop, come here I wanna do it.”

Chan raised his head and nearly passed out at the sight. You had entered and now sat in the tub, the lace clinged to your skin deliciously, your nipples pebbled for him to see.

Your hands reached out and touched his legs. Chan let out a heavy sigh at the feeling. 

His belt was undone in seconds and his pants pulled down in mere moments. His boxers had a big wet spot from where his precum was leaking from his fat hard cock. You pulled them down as well.

His cock was now free, precum leaking onto the edge of the tub. Your hand wrapped around it and started stroking him slowly. Chan moaned loudly.

“Are you close already baby?” you taunted him. He didn't care, and he was close, your sight alone in that lingerie was enough to make him bust. He nodded simply and shut his eyes.

“Eyes on me pretty boy,” you ordered. Your hand started to pick up speed, until the only thing you could hear in the room were the slick noises you were making and Chan’s pornographic moans.

“Do you want to cum on my face, baby boy?” 

Chan felt his balls tighten, you knew the effect that nickname had on him. The force of his orgasm almost made him scream. White hot ropes painted your face prettily.

Chan looked at you like you were a goddess but soon widened his eyes once again and felt his dick get hard, when you scooped up his cum with your middle finger and then pressed it down on your tongue. A moan escaped your lips.

“Get in the tub my love.” Chan wasted no time in climbing inside the bathtub and sitting down in the hot water, his dick painfully hard again. Your legs trapped him at the edge of the tub, his back pressed against the white porcelain.

“Can I bounce on you baby, please?” you moaned in his ear.

“You can do whatever you want to me,” he answered breathlessly. The effect you had on him was insane.

Pulling your panties to the side, you wasted no time and fully sat on him. 

“So full,” you whimpered. You knew how much Chan liked it when you praised and talked dirty to him.

Your movements were quick, his dick pushed against your g spot at every thrust, your clit rubbed against his pelvis. 

“Channie,” you whined against. Your boyfriend was completely fucked out, head thrown back and mouth wide open, it was a sinful scene.

It didn't take long for him to cum again. His seed shot inside you and dripped down his shaft. Your hand reached your joined bodies and started rubbing quick circles on your clit. 

Chan's hand gripped the bathtub tightly as you overstimulated him. 

“Please mommy, come for me,” he whimpered. It didn't take long for you to cum after that, your juices mixed with his.

“Happy Valentines day, my love”

[lowerthenet]

Birthday mornings

Pairing: T. Kuroo x fem!reader [3rd person POV]

Contains: pure fluff; subtle mentions of 🔞

Word count: 708 words

Kuroo wakes up to the feel of lips pressing onto his cheeks, on his forehead, on his nose. The kisses are soft and gentle, moving slowly across his entire face, and every press on his skin gets him more and more awake.

He becomes aware of the body a top of his, laying on him like a weighted blanket, warmer on the spot where his left hand had been resting as he slept. He feels the soft, bare skin beneath his fingertips as he moves them ever so slightly, and the gesture prompts the kisses to move to his lips, giving him a longer peck there. He kisses back gently, just enough to confirm he's awake.

She pulls back from his lips to go back to the rest of his face, going up his cheek to his temple, and his lips curve into a lazy, relaxed smile. He stretches his fingers further across her body, starts trailing them up, and his smile briefly twitches into a smirk when he strokes over a bare hipbone, flashing into his brain memories of last night's shenanigans.

He moves his right hand to her back, pulling the body fully on top of him and wrapping the woman over him in a tight hug, squeezing her against himself with a long sigh. She lets herself be squeezed like a plushie, moving her lips down to his one more time, briefly, before trailing to his jawline.

"G'morning..." His voice his raspy, still laced with sleep, and he can feel the lips on his skin stretch into a smile like his own.

"Good morning, Tetsu." Y/N answers, voice much softer than his and gentle, before going back to kissing him.

He gives her one last tight squeeze before he rolls them both on the bed. She wraps her legs around his waist and her arms around her neck as he moves them, and keeps the tight embrace as he sets her down. He doesn't hold any of his weight back, yet he's still careful as he settles on top of her, moving his head to nuzzle her neck.

He feels her hands drift away from his neck. One of them moves up to his scalp, and she uses the tips of her fingers to massage him, while the other moves across his entire back, alternating between lightly racking her nails over his skin or massaging just the right spots. He can't help but groan against her neck as his body further melts.

"What time is it?" Kuroo asks, even though he has no plans of getting up no matter the answer, shivering slightly at the pleasant touch of her hands where she knows he tends to store up tension from the day.

"Ten something. Probably eleven, if I'm being honest." Y/N answers, just as unbothered as him.

Kuroo hums. "Kinda late." He moves his head off to the side, making sure his eyes are still hidden but his words are no longer muffled by her neck. "Not used to being here this late."

Y/N chuckles. "I know, baby. 'S exactly why I didn't wake you up any earlier." She turns her head to press a kiss to his forehead. "And also why I did my best to tire you out before sleep."

Kuroo's smile shifts to a smirk once more. "You did that quite well, let me tell you."

"Trust me, I know." He can hear the smirk in her own voice as well, before it goes soft again. "But how are you feeling?"

"Like I slept for a whole week." He admits, stretching ever so slightly on top of her, before going limp once more, melting into her body as if he were a puddle. "Thank you."

Y/N kissed the top of his head. "No need to thank me, baby. I'm glad you're feeling good."

They stayed silent for a while after that, with Y/N's lips pressed on his forehead and her hands stroking his scalp and back, before she broke the silence once more.

"Hey, Tetsu?"

"Yeah?" He hummed, feeling his body drifting between sleep and wakefulness yet again.

"Happy birthday." He hears the wide smile in her voice, and his own lips mimick it, wide and happy like a child.

"Thank you..."

A.N.: the beginning of this got magically deleted while I wrote it. I have no clue what happened at all, and it made me incredibly frustrated, because I was in such a good headspace to write it and felt the words were flowing really well, only to then find it all gone with no explanation... I hope you guys still like it

Anyways, happy birthday to the man himself❤️🖤

[staysdelulus]

Stray Kids - Felix [MDNI!!]

Kinktober Day 16!!

Warnings: fem!reader, pinv, no protection, oral (fem!receiving), etc.

Word Count: 708

“Right now?”

Your boyfriend nods happily, looking out the window, eyes sparkling at the nice weather, the light reflecting his eyes. “Yes! Right now. Please?”

Giggling softly, you nod, grabbing your purse before he stops you, his voice scolding yet soft. “Baby. I’m paying, I don’t care. Let me treat you just this once.

He raises an eyebrow at the nervous look you give him, and he continues further, his voice gentle. “It’s just grocery shopping, remember? Nothing else. Not luxury purses, clothes, anything. Just food.”

“But-”

Felix cuts you off again, shaking his head softly. “I’m being serious, Y/n, baby. I know you can afford it yourself, but I’m choosing to pay because I want to, and because I love you. So just let me. Please?”

You nod, agreeing to him finally as he sighs in relief, straightening his back before he takes your hand in his firmly. “Good. Let’s go, yeah?”

The whole journey is full of fun and love, him running through the aisles as if he’s never been to a store before while you trail behind him, adding things to the basket. He buys flour, sugar, milk - all ingredients of love to make you your favorite cinnamon rolls. As you make your way to the self check-out line, you pause, looking at the cupcakes. “Lixie, look. It’s buy one get one free.”

Without hesitating, he grabs two boxes, you giggling at his antics before finally paying and heading home.

This will be perfect for the party. Those were the thoughts that filled a satisfied Felix, his mind already racing with what’s to come.

The night is loud, his band members coming to celebrate another perfect all kill with their new comeback. Chan greets you warmly, as he was the first you had met, while the others grin shyly. Soon enough, though, the music and drinks had everyone dancing, and you can’t help but grin proudly watching Felix dance in the living room, the couches pushed to the sides. You pick up the cupcakes, the boys gathering around you excitedly as they thank you.

Felix smiles at you, kissing you gently before he takes one himself. The two of you settle on the couch, his body slightly sweaty as you take a bit of the cupcake. Felix’s hair is slicked back, his eyes fixed on you almost hungrily. Flushing under his gaze, you clear your throat, mistakenly pushing some frosting onto the sides of your mouth.

“Baby, you have frosting on you,” Felix whispers, his voice almost oddly in awe, yet husky and needy.

Flushing, you nod, quickly swiping your tongue over the creamy, white frosting. The look in Felix’s eyes knows you made a mistake. Because the next thing you find is you being carried over his shoulder and into your shared bedroom, the music still pounding softly through the wall.

“Fuck, baby, taste so good,” he mutters, gasping as he licks your entrance, his lips glistening from your increasing wetness. His nose nuzzles into your entrance, your eyes wide at the sensation before he pulls out and swipes at your clit, hands holding your inner thighs down.

Mewling softly, you whine when he pulls up, his eyes dark. “Y/n. We have to be quiet. Don’t want the boys to know what’s happening, hm?”

You only manage to nod helplessly, whimpering softly when he presses his lips against you again, sucking you off harshly as you groan again. As the sensations build, you find yourself coming in his face, gasping as you shake, your hands clutching his hair as he holds you down firmly.

Climbing over you, he presses your legs to your chest, pushing his hips deep into you, whining at the feel of him. His hips thrust upwards, your core clenching at the new angle as you let out a cry, him unable to hold back his groan before he collapses on top of you, coming harshly as his heat shoots right into you.

“Should we go back out?” you ask, gasping softly as you catch your breath, eyes fixed on your boyfriend’s face.Felix shakes his head, rolling over and holding you gently in his arms. “No. They’ll know not to bother us. Let’s just… enjoy us for now.”

[hoshigray]

Let me get this out of my system before I forget: toji x fem! reader, both assassins who take each other's missions. But on the one occasion you work together, Toji feels that no good deed goes unrewarded. Cw: dom! toji - fem! reader - mating press - praise - toji acts cocky the first half but is a soft menace in the other half - pet names (baby, sweetheart, sweetie, darlin', good girl, princess) - drool/mention of sloppy kissing - mention of overstimulation (fem! receiving). Cw: 708

You and Toji are the top assassins in the league, and titles like that spark competition. You constantly outdo each other, taking up his missions because you need the money, and taking yours because he's a petty bastard. Flashing a snarky grin at you whenever he walks by, his canine peaking under the scar on his lips. He knows you hate him and finds it adorable how you roll your eyes whenever you see him.

But you two make an excellent team when you go on missions together! Not that it matters to you two because you both argue about the other's performance; he's too messy and carefree, and you're way too cautious and like to take your sweet time.

Exhaling a heavy sigh, exhausted from the mission and his reckless behavior, you turn on your heel to head home. But Toji calls out to you, "I'm gonna grab somethin' to eat, wanna join?

The quirk of your brow doesn't go unnoticed. "Relax, it's on me. Think of it as a reward for not being a complete thorn in my side today."

You scoff. "Yeah right." After Toji's multiple pleas more like teasing than pleading, you agree to accompany him to dinner. However, you keep your guard up while you're with him. Even if it's past work hours, that doesn't mean he can't pull something out of his ass.

Well, that promise did nothing for you as you're crying, panting, and making the most embarrassing noises you never thought you could make.

Folded into your life's most intense mating press, Toji surveys your disheveled appearance in relish. Sweat and cum connect your bodies together while drool slides down from your mouth. His hips go at an irrational pace that has you see stars, and the sounds of his balls smacking your wet folds make you hide your face in shame. Why the hell did I get myself into this situation? I could've just turned and gone home!

"Haaaah, shit..." His hoarse groans compel you to squeeze around him even tighter. He jolts a bit, smirking at your body's reaction."Haha, damn, baby. Had I known I'd see you like this earlier, I'd — hnngh! Oh shit" Toji moves your legs further with his shoulders, his body weight pushing onto you and making you feel so helpless being trapped under him like this.

"Hey, c'mon now," He chuckles when he sees your face is still covered up. He uses one hand to remove them, trapping them above your head. "Don't wanna miss the perfect view, sweetheart."

Through watered eyes in a haze, you stare up at the man making you feel so fucking good tormenting you. The bedroom lights behind him make Toji appear so deliciously alluring, his tanned skin bathed in sweat that some strands of his hair stick to his forehead. With blatant lust looming over his eyes, you feel small under his sharp emerald orbs.

A small chuckle escapes his lips. "Damn, sweetie, lookin' so beautiful fr' me, ya know that?" He surprises you with a deep thrust, and a sudden yelp becomes sweet music to his ears. "My beautiful darlin'."

You immediately turn to the side, biting your bottom lip before he sees it quiver. "Aht aht, don't do that." He's quick to grab your chin to face him again. "You can't hide from me, not like this." He draws closer to press his lips onto yours and you melt on the spot. You instantly become a mewling mess, his sloppy kisses turning your brain into mush.

And it doesn't stop there, of course not. He then slithers his hand down to your clit, giving it unnecessary yet gracious attention for being disregarded.

That was it for you, your walls spasming around his cock as you cream onto him, your euphoric orgasms taken by his ravaging mouth. He breaks the kiss to see a trail of spit still linking the two of you.

"Good girl," He praises you as he lets you ride out your high, admiring how pretty you look. However, "Sorry, baby, but I still gotta finish here." He grinds his hips into your messy cunt, the overstimulation nearly choking you in your own spit. "Stay with me for a few minutes, okay, princess?"

[wandanatsgf]

Why Won't You Love Me

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 708

Summary: You can tell your relationship is falling apart, but maybe there's still some hope for it

“I’m sick of always fighting, Wanda,” you say into the phone. Wanda was currently away for yet another mission, leaving you alone in your apartment for the millionth time.

“If you would just listen to me for once we wouldn’t be fighting,” she retorts back.

You can feel your frustration and anger rising and you knew you needed to hang up before you said something you’d regret.

“Whatever Wanda,” you say. You quickly hang up and put your phone on airplane mode, not wanting to deal with this right now.

You knew yours and Wanda’s relationship was falling apart. You were constantly fighting and arguing, but you didn't want to let her go.

You glance down at your phone to check the time and you see Wanda’s face, your screensaver. You had just gotten home one day and you saw your girlfriend cooking in the kitchen. She was singing and dancing along to a Taylor Swift song. She looked so happy you just had to take a picture. It quickly became your favorite picture of her, even though she hated it.

“What are we doing?” you say to yourself. You can feel tears threatening to fall down your face. You love Wanda and you don’t want to lose her. You just can't take the loneliness anymore. She was always away and it ate you up inside.

You switch airplane mode off and your phone starts to blow up.

"Why did you hang up on me?" the first message reads.

"Call me back," another says.

"I'm on my way home," the latest message says.

You're not sure whether to feel relieved or anxious. You sit in a brown armchair in the living room until you hear the front door open an hour later.

"Hi," you hear Wanda say.

"Hi," you greet back. You can feel the tension in the air.

"We need to talk," you say.

"I'm listening."

"I love you Wanda, I really do, but I'm so sick of feeling alone all the time," you let out. You can feel hot tears fall down your cheeks, but you pay them no mind.

"What are you talking about? You're not alone," she says, gesturing to herself.

"But I am, Wanda. You're rarely ever here anymore."

"That's not true and you know it."

"Yes, it is Wanda and we both know it, no matter what you say, you know it's true."

"Oh please I'm always here."

You can feel many tears falling down your face, some from sadness and some from frustration. Wanda just doesn't see it.

"What more do you fucking want Y/n," she yells at you as she sees your tears.

“I just want you to fucking love me,” you scream out. “I wake up alone, I go to bed alone. You’re never here Wanda. You’re always busy with missions. Something’s always more important and I’m sick of being the only person in this relationship.” You can feel the tension and anxiety roll of your back at your outburst. It felt good to no longer bottling up your feelings.

Wanda is silent. She doesn't say anything as she wraps her arms around you and kisses your head. You can feel yourself breaking down in her arms.

"I'm so sorry dorogoya. I didn't realize," you can hear Wanda's voice start to shake.

"Please let me make this up to you." Wanda pulls away from you and takes your face in her hands. "Please detka," she begs. She pulls out her puppy dog eyes, which she knows you can't refuse.

"Alright but you have a lot of making up to do," you say.

"I'll take the whole week off and spend it just with you and we can do whatever you want ok."

"Ok Wanda," you say. You bring her in for a hug and just enjoy the feeling of her body against yours.

"Now let's go to bed, I'm exhausted from all of this," you say. You drag Wanda with you to bed and cuddle up against her.

"I really didn't mean to hurt you baby. I just...I didn't realize what I was doing until I realized how it was affecting you."

"I know you didn't Wanda. It's alright. I'm not going anywhere," you reassure her. You place a gentle kiss on her cheek.

"I love you Y/n and I'm gonna make this right."

A smile forms on your lips. "I love you too Wands."

[galaxygurlll]

First Day - Aussie GP 2019 - Part 1

A new team? With two females? This is unheard of and will most certainly shake things up in F1! Meet Y/n Rose-Ocean and Evelyn Match as they get assigned seats into a new team into the F1, Porsche Royal racing. Y/n holds the number 38 whilst Evelyn holds the number 72. The two are introduced as rookies in the 2019 season, but, their area has been yet to be revealed, it being closed by tarps, and the two girls' identities have also remained a secret. Over time, even though she’s one of the youngest, she soon becomes the “grid aunt” and even “grid older/younger sister” as well.

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- y/n_roseocean So good to feel happy and healthy again!!!

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-Y/n pov-

"Ev?" The older girl hums in response whilst looking out the one-way blacked-out windows, "I'm scared..." This causes her to turn to me, "What if no one likes us? I mean, there is absolutely no warning for this to be happening and-" she cuts me off with her left hand going over my mouth, "Y/n, sweetheart, we will be okay. If they hate us, they hate us. If they love us, they love us. Don't let that get to your head though, okay?" She asks and tells me to which I nod.

Upon removing her hand, she pulls me into a side hug before she grabs out her phone and we take a selfie together that will most likely be posted later on, after this scary reveal; if all goes down well, that is. Today, we're just checking out the track and area before FP1 in the next few days, but will need to wear our hoods up and glasses on as we can't be found out, not yet at least. Lance has somewhat caught on, but neither Ev nor I have given him a 'yes' or a 'no' answer.

The grid line-up is powerful, which is why I am worried.

Evelyn Match. Where do I even start with this girl? She's the sweetest human being alive but can also cause the most havoc if and when she wants to. She's a 24-year-old Thailand girl and is, obviously, a Formula (1) driver with me. Her hair is jet black and is quite long with chocolate oak eyes and relatively tanned skin. Being 5'8, she towers over me and my shorter form (NOTE: Doing it this way is easier for me to write for right now) which is hilarious to her but can also be seen as quite cute and adorable. Especially in arguments. She's been there for me since I was around 14 years old and she was 20 years old. Been a rock for me. Love her so very much.

"Y/n!" I jump and face Ev who looks at me pointingly, "We're here," she informs me and I look out the window that's to my left and see it there, my home track, the Australian Grand Prix. As quickly as possible, both me and Ev put on our sunnies and pulled up our hoods before checking each other to make sure that no hair stood out before grabbing our backpacks and jumping out on either side.

It's around 4:20am, and the only reason that we're here early, is to make sure that we can make it to the garage without anyone spotting us. My dad hops out of the driver's seat as one of my four older brothers, Javier, jumps out of the passenger seat. See, my four brothers and I, we're all adopted by two loving and caring fathers that adopted us all when we were just babies, me, of course, being the last one. Dominic is referred to as Dad, is 48 years old and is Australian/Greek and works as an all-round teacher at one of the schools close by whilst my other parent, Miguel, goes by Papá, is 59 years old, is Spanish and owns his own multi-milliner company that owns many music producing buildings and also does financial stuff that I find boring.

My eldest brother, Nolan, was born in America and is currently 29 years old and is an author, the next one down, Hassan, was born in India and is currently 27 years old and works as a baker by day and chef by night, the one after that is Javier, originally from Spain and was adopted at two years old and is now 26 and is a DJ, and the last brother of mine, Atlas, was born in Greece and is currently 24 years old and is a dancer/actor. And then, we have me. Y/n Rivera García Luna Ramírez Scott, an 18-year-old girl born and partially raised in Australia, Victoria, Melbourne, who had a passion for karting that started at the young age of 5 years old. I just use a nickname that was given to me by some of my close friends when I was around 7 years old as my last name on Instagram, Rose-Ocean, because I love both of those things. I still don't know why my parents adopted so many kids. And the fact that they accept me with my little adopted baby boy, River. But, that'll come later on. BACK TO THE STORY!

Of course, I couldn't hide this from some of my closest friends though, who, have also moved up in Formula 1 this year! That being - George Russell, who's driving for Williams, Alex Albon, who's driving for Toro Rosso, and finally, Lando Norris, who's driving for McLaren. They've actually kept this secret quite well, surprisingly well. Admittedly, I haven't known these boys as long as they've all known each other, only really knowing them for around two-three years prior to this year, but it's been great. Ev also reckons that I should let Lance know (even though he most likely, or even most definitely, already knows) but I just don't want to, just not yet at least.

As us four make our way through, we're greeted by the Team Principal, Aurel Hartmann, who is a 47-year-old man from Germany and is very kind and generous yet stern man who also hired his younger brother, Urs Hartmann, 35, as my performance engineer for the team. Ev has Callum Maxwell, 40, Scottish as hers. As he (Aurel) leads us towards the still hidden garage of Porche Racing, I'm getting nervous about hearing, and seeing, who mine and Ev's race engineers will be as all we've been told is that we'll be quite happy and pleased with them. 

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-Time skip to garage, 3rd pov-

The group quickly sneak into the garage that is still yet to be uncovered, but will be on Thursday on media day which is in two days time. The girls are handed some booklets that hold what the final looks of their racing suits look like and stuff like that.

⬆️The racing suit

⬆️The racing helmet

The sponsors are also listed on the front, throughout on the edges, and on the back:

MECCA, Milo, KFC, ROBLOX, Headspace, Starbucks, Universal Studios, Pinterest, Upfield Holdings, and Dunkin' Donuts. Weird mix and a lot, am I right? I know. This is a lot to still take in for the two females as what they are going to be doing, will forever change this sport, forever.

Aurel then proceeds to lead the four of them over to the cars (see at top) that the girls will be driving during the Free Practices, Q1, Q2, Q3, and the races in the near and coming future. The girls have already been introduced to their cars but Dominic and Javier have not and they are in complete and utter awe. Javier has been in two garages before in the past, that being Red Bull and Mercedes, but never one like this. The car is new and freshly coated and has that new smell to it that everyone loves. The garage feels so lively and has a sweet sugary smell to it that is probably from the lollies that are alongside the back wall that also has other treats that are both sweet, savory and sour, sith some vegan, vegetarian, pescatarian and other diet food placed neatly around the large set-up.

Mechanics are hustling around going from place to place whilst saying their greetings and all in all, it's just a very happy and lively place to actually be inside of. It's beautiful. So very beautiful. Stunning, even. "You can take a closer look if you'd like Dominic and Javier," Aurel informs the two who then look like it's a full-time dream come true.

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[sunny44]

Now everything is fine

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x girlfriend!reader

Warnings: blood, hospital, discussion and mentions of abortion.

Summary: The FIA event brings to light many revelations but also makes some relationships fixed (or nearly so).

Previous part

Y/N POV

FIA event and for the first time I would be going, not only me but Lewis and the baby.

I put on a black dress that he had bought for me that he said would look great with my tiny baby bump.

As soon as we arrived at the event Lewis and I posed on the red carpet as we knew we would not escape this part and we finally made it inside. We were taken to our table and unfortunately for me it was the same table as the other drivers, so obviously Max was there with his sister which surprised me as she didn't like that sort of thing.

But times change and so do people.

"Y/n?" I hear her voice and Max sees me for the first time that night. "Wow you look beautiful, what are you doing here?"

"I came with my boyfriend." I said pointing to Lewis who was talking to Toto who was at the team principals table.

"Oh I didn't know you were dating him." She says smiling.

"It's recent, for the public actually. We’ve been together for a while" She agrees.

"you're really beautiful."

"Thanks, so are you. I heard you had kids."

"Yes and they are the most beautiful things in the world." She says taking her cell phone from her purse and showing me a picture of them with her and I couldn't help but notice that the boy she said was "Luka" was the exact copy of her brother.

"They are beautiful, congratulations."

"I guess I should congratulate you." She points to my belly and smiles. "Is it recent?"

"Yes, a few months. We don't even know the sex yet."

"You're going to be a great mom, I'm sure of it." I smiled at her who returned there seat and sat down next to Charles since I didn't want to say next to Max so Lewis would be next to him.

"How are you?" Charles asks me.

"I'm fine and you?"

"Fine too, you look fantastic."

"Stop hitting on my girlfriend Leclerc." Lewis says sitting next to me passing his arm across my back.

"That's kind of hypocritical of you to say." Max comments taking a sip of what he was drinking.

"What was that supposed to mean?"

"You telling Leclerc to stop being all over your girlfriend when you are dating my ex."

"Max." His sister speaks up.

"Look Max I'm not your property, the fact that I'm your ex doesn't change anything in my life or your life so stop acting like I dumped you because that wasn't the situation."

"Y/n..." he says and I stand up.

"No Max, I was the one who got hurt so can you stop reminding me of one of the worst times in my life and let me be happy? Is that too much to ask?" Just then I feel a sharp pain and liquid running down my legs and the next thing I know there is blood on the floor. "Lewis."

"Okay calm down, let's go to the hospital."

"Y/n I..." his sister holds him up as Lewis carries me away.

"Lewis the baby."

"It's going to be okay love, just take a deep breath."

Lewis POV

After we got to the hospital they took her to do some tests and I stood outside waiting and the doctor appears and I stand up.

"Is she going to be okay, what about the baby?"

"They are both fine and Mrs. Hamilton will be fine but she needs to avoid stress as much as possible or the pregnancy could become risky so situations that make her too nervous should be avoided."

"All right, thank you." He squeezes my hand.

"She's in room 708, you can go there now.”

I agreed right away hearing footsteps and looked up seeing Max and his sister.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, already getting defensive.

"Is she awake?" His sister asked.

"I haven't gone in yet but if you can check for me I'd appreciate it." She agreed. "Room 708."

"Thanks." She leaves.

"So?"

"My sister wanted to come check on her and I came to apologize." I was surprised to hear those words coming out of his mouth." She doesn't know what I'm about to tell you now and I know you'll keep it a secret."

"What is it?"

"I was going to propose to her the day we broke up, or rather the day I was forced to break up with her."

"What are you talking about?"

"Because I was very influenced by my father and in his mind me getting married at 21 was too crazy so he yelled and said that I would never be anything in life but a husband, that I would never achieve anything in my career and that I would never be a champion if she was in my life. So I gave up the best thing in my life for a chance to win the championship." I just listened to him. "You know how special she is and how easy it is to fall in love with her. And I just want to apologize to you but mostly to her."

"Look, I'll see if she wants to talk to you or not. The argument at the party is what made her nervous and she can't stress any more or she might lose the baby."

"Okay, I'll wait here." I agreed and walked into the room seeing her laughing with his sister.

"Well I'll leave you two alone, I just came to see if you were alright." They smile at each other and say goodbye.

"Hi love." She says in a weak voice.

"Hi, how are you feeling?"

"Weak but fine, the doctor said the baby is fine."

“Yes, the baby is okay and that’s great news.” She smiled.

“Are you ok?”

"Max is here." She took a deep breath.

"I know he is the last person you want to see right now but he asked me to ask if you can just listen to him."

"What do you think?" She asks holding my hand and the other was on top of her stomach.

"I think it costs nothing to just listen but just if you feel up to it, the doctor said you can't stress yourself."

"You can let him in."

I agreed and kissed her forehead leaving the room letting him know he could come in.

Y/N POV

The door opened and he entered the room, gave a half smile and sat in the chair next to me.

"Hi, how are you feeling?"

"Could be better." He agreed. "What do you want? And please if you are going to talk about our situation please don't, I can't stress myself and you know I can't lose this baby."

"I know, the last time it happened broke you." I was just listening. "I just came to apologize. I shouldn't be forcing you to talk to me, you don't owe me anything. In fact I owe you a lot and I'm sorry."

"I don't know if I can forgive you, you hurt me so much and I can't get rid of the feeling of sadness when I see you." He agrees. "But I accept your apology and based on the situation we’re living I will probably be more present in the paddock, so since we will see more of each other next I think we can move on home with our lives."

"I would love that." He smiles and stands up. "Well I’m gonna get going, you probably want your boyfriend's company and I'm here getting in the way. I hope you get better and I know you are going to be an amazing mother."

"Thanks Max."

And after that day I was finally able to move on without having past hurts getting in the way of my future.

I thing this is having a part 3.

[takecareluv]

vinnie hacker req! 🤍

u & vinnie getting matching tats and showing them off on his twitch stream <3

ink baby | vinnie hacker x reader

word count : 708

author’s note : i just reread your request and realized i forgot to add then showing them to vin’s stream, i’m sorry :/ i hope it’s still okay !! <3

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

as hard as you tried to hide the jitterbugs that were crawling through your mind, they were quick to spread throughout your entire body, causing your legs to bounce uncontrollably and your fingers to tap dance across your thighs. a dead give away you were in fact nervous. and vinnie, knowing you like the back of his own hand, immediately picked up on your anxiety.

moving his right hand from the steering wheel, he placed it on top of yours, intertwining your fingers and giving them a gentle squeeze as to say i’m here and i love you.

“it’s gonna be okay, baby. there’s nothing to worry about. i’m gonna be right there with you.” he cooed, his voice instantly calming some of your nerves. “and we could always cancel if you’re not ready.”

while vinnie had been a veteran to the process, and pain, of getting a tattoo, you were a total newbie. your skin like a blank canvas waiting to be inked by the needle you were only slightly terrified of.

“no, no, i’m ready. i want to do this. i dunno why i’m so nervous. i guess i’m scared it’s going to hurt a lot,” you rambled.

“it’s okay to be nervous,” vinnie reassured. “i was too when i got my first tattoo. and look at me now,” he smiled, which caused you to let out a giggle.

“i’m happy you want to do this with me; that you feel comfortable enough to get your first tattoo with me.”

“of course i do, vin. you always make me feel so safe n comfortable. there’s no one else i’d rather do this with.” you reached over the center console to press a chaste kiss to vinnie’s cheek, prompting it to immediately flush a bright red.

. . .

for the remainder of the car ride, you sat in a comfortable silence; until finally, vin pulled into the first open spot in front of the small shop.

walking hand and hand into the building, you no longer felt the nerves that took over your body during the car ride over — you were ready to do this.

vinnie still went first to show you how the process went, and before you knew it, he was up and done — checking out the finished product through the mirror, leaving the chair empty and waiting for you.

“you ready, baby?”

you nodded with a small smile, “as i’ll ever be.” moving slowly into the daunting chair, you showed the artist exactly where you wanted the tattoo to go.

they quietly counted down before beginning your tattoo, as to give you a short warning.

three,

two,

one.

you let a short gasp as the needle first touched your skin — instinctively reaching for vinnie’s arm to hold him close to you.

“look at me, baby.” he pressed two fingers to your chin, turning you to face him. “keep your eyes on me, sweetheart. breathe for me.”

your eyes stayed on vinnie as he used his thumb to stroke your cheek and whispered sweet praises in your ear.

“you’re doing so good, baby. you’re almost there, almost done.” vin cooed lovingly, causing you to now blush.

you continued to hold his hand as you began to play with the rings that adorned his fingers, a nervous habit of yours that vinnie didn’t at all mind if it meant keeping your anxiety at ease.

a few more minutes lost in each other’s eyes, and the needle finally stopped —knocking you back into reality. “you’re all done. did good for your first time.” the tattoo artist remarked, giving you a soft smile.

"you did so good, baby! i’m so proud of you,” vinnie smiled brightly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before turning to the artist who was now cleaning up the station and preparing for their next client. “it looks great, man. thanks for doing this.”

eyeing the beautiful design that was now permanently inked on your skin forever, you grinned from ear to ear. “i love it so much!" you marveled, thanking the artist as well.

after paying and bidding farewell to the shop owner, vin turned back to you, “how ‘bout we go get some ice cream, hm? what do you think, princess?”

i simply do not know how to end fics. i hate this

[yuyinesque]

WINDBLUME BARD | “𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀…”

⚘ précis. = you’ve noticed changes in your lover’s temperament the closer the two of you have grown. they’re not negative changes, per se, but you’re having trouble comprehending how exactly a guileless face could inure such terrors.

⚘ disclaimers. = blind!gn reader x venti/barbatos, poetic writing (he’s a bard, hadda switch up my groove), the baby gust of air goes by they/them, major character death mention (the nameless bard), not proofread.

⚘ category. = sfw fluff/angst headcanons/drabble.

⚘ wc. = 708.

𖦥 m.list. oc.list.

𖤥 Venti is the ballet dancer to your boxer. While all bards possess the ethereality to poetically enact stories that pertain to universal crises, this surrealist in question is the one that stuck out to you the most. You like to imagine that when you're in their vicinity, listening to them charm the ecstatic crowds with their intangible anecdotes, ivory cecilias scampered to flourish each time the mysterious individual would ramble, their trusted diaphanous lyre rejoiced in their memorable tunes to influence the tear-inducing plots, and their guileless giggles mistaking songbirds for melodic flirts from their mates. You naturally developed the obsessive need to protect them, casually and uncharacteristically threaten the ones who would dare disrupt his silly stories, earning a mischievous titter from Venti. Especially since they've been assisting you and your cecity ever since you've moved to Monstadt.

𖤥 You didn't need it, but you didn't say anything, for you believed that they'd leave you alone since there was no reason for them to linger around you anymore. Meanwhile, you're their anticipated fan, adoring the fact that you're the first one there when they're going to sing another song. The nostalgia was overwhelming for the both of you; they could never forget how concerned you were when they received minor backlash that didn't move them in the slightest. It left quite the reputation. How fast you almost ditched your walking stick to follow the voice of their awkward replies to the said outsiders who dared treat them in such a way; it was truly an adorable sight to keep embedded within their memory for eons.

"Well, aren't you as sweet as an ambrosia apple? Ehehe, thank you! Buuut, if you really wanna ensure my peace, I accept libations in decanters, if you know what I mean~... Huh!? What do you mean I "seem" too young to drink!? I'm as old as the Anemo Archen themself!"

𖤥 Meanwhile, Barbatos is the boxer to your baller dancer. As the two of you've grown closer, you've learned a thing or two about the bard who derived from an Archon. Or perhaps is an Archon; your expression was utterly priceless when they confided in you! They would seem to carry more of an aura of an Archon the more you ponder about it; was it because they seemed rather... serene with you now? Previously, they were the personification of bustling billows of suffocating winds, but now the winds practiced tranquility, converting into whispering zephyrs who implored to tell you all the truths needed to understand their character. Their implores were merely in vain, resulting in the bard to continuously quaff down bounties of alcohol to subdue the helpless sentiments they wish not to sing about. To think that he was a retired boxer all this time, subtly swaying you away from the evil of Teyvat to avoid another important loss. The idea of losing you was overwhelming; the thought of being incapable of burying themself in those achromic eyes of yours as they serenaded you under the moonlight was heartbreaking.

𖤥 You could tell that something was bothering them that specific day with the way the tunes were drearier than usual, slower than before, and even some notes were uncharacteristically misplayed.

𖤥 These were one of the rare times they adored the fact that you couldn't see, but loathed the fact that they could. The more they doted at your concerned expression, the more their face suffused with crimson, the more their under eyes surged, reddened, and swelled with disruptive tears, and the more their throat seethed with fears they failed to subdue. Although it's been a while since they last cried to someone, they refused to ruin such an amazing time with you. Because of such, they wiped out their doe, viridian eyes with a feigned giggle, scooting closer to you in order to cuff your hand, which only proceeded to worry you even more.

"Very intuitive. Hehe, as expected from my flawless lover. There's something that's been pestering me a bit, but don't you go worrying about it. Even Archons need to feel something every once in a while. Come on, come on! Let's indulge more in each other, I promise that your presence will wash every dread I have stored in my heart."

yuyinesque | translate with permission & peruse without theft.

[little-emerald-snake]

Duncan - degredation kink (on himself) ("who's my little coward?") Leander - praise ("you are so strooong" (we all know you aren't but please fuck me) )

Garreth - feral/kinda breeding kink

Ominis - lingerie/clothed - touch-different fabrics

Everett - body worship (him on male mc? "MC is build/ quidditch player maybe)

all I could think off, hope this inspires/helps :)

I’m SO doing more than just this one prompt you gave me but this one jumped out to me because I LOVE Ominis. You’ve clearly inspired me! I hope you enjoy 💕

Fabric - Ominis Gaunt X F!MC

🔥NSFW 🔞 MDNI

708 words

She’d known for a long time that Ominis loved feeling the different layers of her clothing and comparing how the textiles felt different under his slender fingers.

At first she’d found it a bit silly but after hearing him describe the textures of different things she’d worn that day while he was buried deep inside of her, it had left her hot and heavy that he truly paid that much attention to things he could feel on her.

Right now in his bed, tucked away behind the thick Slytherin green curtains, he was on top of her, kissing her softly while his hands explored the soft wool of her thigh high stockings.

He teased the hem at the top, dipping his cool fingers underneath just to draw patterns on her soft sensitive thighs that spread for him like butter.

Her breath hitched as his lips left hers dipped down so they met the column of her throat, hot breath cascading over the sensitive skin there.

He delicately rolled her stockings down, finally pulling her legs up to tug them off one at a time. His attention turned to the thick linen of her skirt next, sliding it down her long legs.

Her skirt met its fate on the floor with her stockings while his fingers teased the silk between her legs. He pressed two fingers over the damp spot, comparing the dry silk to the soiled bit where it had been dampened by her mess.

He tsked her, sliding off her underwear. “What a waste of perfectly good silk panties. You’ve gone and made a mess of them with your weeping little pussy, my love.”

She groaned softly, his teeth scraping against the column of her neck before repositioning himself between her legs. His tongue slid through her folds, causing her head to tip back against his pillow, the feel of him was overwhelming.

His hands carefully crept up under her shirt to the lace bralette she wore. He groaned, licking at her pussy again while he let his fingers trace over the intricacies of the lace pattern.

His fingers were distracting to say the least, she knew he was just letting himself get worked up over the texture but his fingers deftly swept over her nipples and if she didn’t know better she’d think he was purposely driving her crazy with those long alabaster fingers.

She arched up, pussy chasing his fluttering tongue and begging for more stimulation to her nipples. Her arching caused him to groan above her. She could only imagine how hard he was. She knew he loved it when she wore special things just for him to touch and caress while he pleased her.

Finally deciding she’d had enough he stopped, hands still on her body as he lapped up her mess and sat up. He used his hands on her body to help flip her over and get her on her hands and knees.

Once he had her positioned, he pulled himself from his trousers, lining up with her soaking entrance before plunging into her willing sex. She gasped at the feeling, stretching around him expertly.

He groaned, leaning over her to reach up and cup her breasts under her shirt once again. “These fucking tits feel perfect like this, I love what you’ve worn for me tonight.”

She shivered in pleasure as his hips thrust into her, his fingers teasing her nipples through the fabric, driving her absolutely mad. She arched into his touch as he drove into her body, fucking herself back into his thrusts till she felt him deeper inside. “Oh! Ominis…”

He pinched her nipples, bucking into her exactly where it would make her see stars. “That’s right baby. I know. Cum for me, needy little thing. You feel so good in my hands and on my cock.”

Lights exploded in her vision as she came, starbursts danced across her eyelids while she tightened almost impossibly around his twitching member.

He toppled over his own edge directly after, pumping her so full of thick ropes of cum he knew it would be leaking out of her well after she left his bed. “Mm fuck. Now this will surely ruin your silk panties when it drips out of you.”

[password-door-lock]

Mystictober Day 2-- Domestic life/Sweater weather

You visit Saeran in the garden (708 words)

You take care in balancing the warm mug in your hands as you open the back door and make your way out to the garden. The ends of your sweater sleeves serve as little potholders, protecting your skin from the hot ceramic as you walk over to Saeran. He’s clad in his gardening clothes, including a pair of moss-green overalls and a heavy gray sweater that he got second-hand. 

“What are you doing, baby?” You ask, settling yourself into the dry grass beside him. Your light-colored pants may suffer for it, but proximity to your husband far outweighs the cleanliness of your clothes on your list of priorities. 

Despite the weather, Saeran has torn up an entire flower bed, removing the foliage from the annuals that grew there over the summer. “I’m planting tulips,” he explains, holding up a small white orb. “The bulbs need to stay in the soil over the winter to bloom in the spring.”

You try to imagine the flowerbed overtaken by tulips. It’s a nice thought, though it occurs to you, from your limited knowledge, that different colored tulips have different meanings in the language of flowers. “What color are they going to be?” Knowing Saeran, he’s made considerations for floriography while planning his garden. 

“I’m not sure,” he admits, “I asked Mrs. Park at the garden store to give me a variety. That way, it’s like the tulips are talking to us  rather than me planning what they’re going to say.” While you’re processing the weight and implications of this very profound gardening philosophy, your husband takes notice of the mug in your hands. “Did you bring me something, my angel?”

“Hot apple cider,” you report, “I thought you’d like something warm, since it’s so chilly out here.”

Saeran strips off his gardening gloves and carefully takes the mug by the handle. “Yes, thank you, my love. You know me so well.”

You lean over to plant a kiss on his cheek. “Of course. I can’t wait to see what the tulips look like in the spring.” 

Saeran takes a sip of his drink. “It’s very good,” he assures you, before redirecting his attention back to the garden. “If they don’t get cold enough, they won’t be able to put in their roots. I hope I gave them enough time— but if not, we can plant something else here in the spring.”

“I’m sure it’ll be beautiful either way,” you assure him, “Plus, Mrs. Park helped you, and her garden is almost as good-looking as yours.  I know it’ll turn out well, since the two of you put your heads together.”

“That’s true,” Saeran agrees. Ever since the pair of you moved into your marital home, he’s been friendly with Mrs. Park, the owner of a nearby garden store. You and Saeran have gone over to dinner with Mrs. Park and her husband a few times, and once, you even hosted them at your place.

“Oh, honey, before I forget,” you cut through the moment to address your husband, “Did you have anything to put in the laundry? I’m going to do a load before I start on dinner.” You’ve spent much of the day poring over cookbooks in search of an appropriately festive fall recipe, and you plan to work on one while the clothes are in the machine. 

Saeran considers your question, cheeks heating as he admits, “My brown sweater got a bit muddy yesterday afternoon.” 

“That’s okay,” you assure him. “I’ll throw it in.” You don’t mind washing the mud out of Saeran’s gardening clothes when it’s your turn to do the laundry. After all, he’d do the same for you. “Okay, love— I’d better start dinner. I’ll come out and get you at the fifteen-minute mark.”

You know Saeran dislikes being abruptly dragged away from his hobbies almost as much as he dislikes missing the chance to artfully set the table. “Oh, okay.” He gives your hand a little squeeze, leaving a smudge of the dirt that always manages to collect when he works in the garden, regardless of his gloves. “Please do.” 

You catch his lips in a sweet kiss before rising and returning to the house, sending a flirtatious smile over your shoulder as you go.