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LaDs pairings and my personal headcanons on their dynamics
Warning, this post contains: threesomes, polyamorous relationships, male x male x female dynamics, mentions of dom/sub play and dynamics.
A/N: just a silly little post about the various love and deepspace pairings and what I headcanon their throuple / threesome dynamic to be like :3 also this looks way better on mobile than desktop so forgive me for my aesthetic needs lmfaoooo

Xavier x Rafayel x Reader (StarFish)
Cutest name among the pairings first of all
Possibly controversial but I think Rafayel mainly tops in this dynamic… here me out
Xavier is a freak in the sheets but compared to Rafayel? He’s very mellow. He’s so focused on you and your needs that he can drown out some of Rafayel’s antics when getting down to it.
It’s not until Xavier snaps that Rafayel is the center of attention. You and Xavier team up to put the brat of your trio in his rightful place.
Not saying Rafayel loves it… but he loves it.
Xavier x Zayne x Reader (StarSnow)
The silent but deadly duo (lmfao)
I think these two are fighting for dominance while also being civil about it? Taking turns if you will.
In this trio, you are definitely the sub with your two doms. Very little room for switching imo
It’s very rare that you get a chance to top either of them, the two of them always being two steps ahead and getting you railed until you can’t see straight.
Xavier x Sylus x Reader (StarCrow)
Prepare to never feel your legs again.
You are once again the sub in this pairing, but with some free reigns thanks to Sylus
You and Sylus like to team up on Xavier, making the prince of Philos see the stars in which he came from by the time the two of you are done with him
Xavier and Sylus have…wrestled… much to your amusement but Sylus typically always comes out on top. Mostly thanks to his evol and size. Not that Xavier is complaining… he secretly enjoys it.
Xavier x Caleb x Reader (StarApple)
They bicker all the time, they’re always fighting for your attention.
They’re both headstrong, needing to be in control and both equally as obsessed with your pleasure.
Someway, somehow, Caleb manages to get Xavier to give up — his evol held he man down — and you had a time riding him until he was a sobbing mess
Caleb would let the roles reverse willingly after seeing how much fun Xavier got to have being under you.
Rafayel x Zayne x Reader (SnowFish)
We’re looking at two bratty subs with their tamer
You and Rafayel are menaces when together, in and out of the bedroom. Poor Zayne (he fucking loves it)
A common position is you riding Rafayel within an inch of his life while Zayne holds you by your hair and helps himself to your… back door.
Roles have also been reversed, with Rafayel getting fucked senseless while trying not to slobber all over your pussy — and failing miserably in the process.
Rafayel x Sylus x Reader (CrowFish)
Sylus gets off watching you and Rafayel play.
He often partakes in the activities, don’t get me wrong, but he has a thing for watching you and Rafayel get each other off. The struggle of two switches trying not to fall into submissive tendencies… and failing. Cute.
Though, it’s not always the case, when Sylus is involved, Rafayel gets feral. You’re not leaving that bed with working legs… or any feeling in your lower half for that matter. It’s your turn to get fucked within an inch of your life and be pampered on for the coming days.
More than one bed has been replaced…
Rafayel x Caleb x Reader (AppleFish)
Kings of yearning…and stalking… and trying to act like they didn’t plot everything ever.
They initially hate each other, then they realize how likeminded they are and it’s game over for you.
They are torturing you low-key, expect to be tied up, edged until you're sobbing, and then overstimulated until you're begging them to stop. And, spoiler, they won't stop.
Evil ass dynamic for real, they feed off of each other's dramatics
Zayne x Sylus x Reader (SnowCrow)
Oh bitch. Maybe I'm biased (I am) but this combo is elite.
You've got three brat tamers who can all be brats. A group of switches if you will. Couple broken beds with Sylus and Raf? You're looking at multiple broken beds, couches, tables, chairs, fucking destroyed bathrooms, ruined carpets, you get the idea.
You are ruined every time, even if you're on top. You've gotta call out of work the next day, Zayne goes to work limping, Sylus is overly smug about the whole thing
You can plot against each other and still end up fucked stupid
Zayne x Caleb x Reader (SnowApple)
Zayne is putting y'all in your rightful places. Caleb thinks he has a shot at dominating Zayne and is sorely mistaken by the end of it. You really did try to warn him too, now he can't even walk.
Linkon's best surgeon has a time putting Linkon's best hunter and the Farspace Fleet's colonel in their places. Fucking them both to damn tears is is specialty.
We're looking at one dominant with two switches who lean towards bratty subs whether they want to or not
Punishments go crazy with this throuple
Sylus x Caleb x Reader (CrowApple)
You've never known Caleb to be shy until Sylus gets involved. Caleb couldn't stand him, Sylus found it utterly amusing. You? You just enjoyed the show.
Sylus forced Caleb to watch as he fucked you stupid, tears streaming down your face while he's balls deep and kissing you senseless. In the end, Caleb came untouched and realized that being a brat against Sylus would result in real punishment.
Even with his gravity evol, Caleb can't win against Bossman. And either way, you get to have the time of your life with both of your lovers trying - and failing - to work it out.
Either way, you'll be getting wrecked daily... multiple times.
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Alright!
I’ve officially decided to return to this site after years of being away.
Let me (re)introduce myself, I’m Mandi I’m 29, from the Midwest and I’m a veteran here on this hell site.
(For those who I’m moots with who still are here, my old urls were bokutosupport, seasaltsisa, lashton2k13, poedamson, and martinimagnus)
I’m a cosplayer, makeup fiend and collector of far too many things.
My current big interests are:
• Trigun
• IT movies (2017/2019)
• Hazbin Hotel
•Horizon Zero Dawn games
•Haikyuu!!
• Chainsaw Man
• Kingdom Hearts (yes still)
• Vocaloid
• The Sims
• Halsey (again. Yes still)
• 5SOS (my roots here!)
I’d love to make some new moots to be active on here again 🩷
#Trigun#IT 2017#IT 2019#do the tags work on here anymore??? man it’s been forever idek but I have missed yelling in the tags#oh how I’ve missed it#I can feel it all coming back to me lmfaoooo#hazbin hotel#5sos#kingdom hearts#horizon forbidden west#horizon zero dawn#vocaloid#chainsaw man#csm#haikyuu
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I <3 blowing up my save files mid-playthrough or after I've beaten the game and feel aimless or I'm three hours in and incredibly indecisive and perfectionistic and have to start over Better this time or I just get really into One Idea and blow up the save for the sole purpose of achieving the One Idea and once I have it's like. Well. What was the point of that actually. And then I blow it up again
#IDK IDK I FEEL LIKE I'M CURSED.........#i swear to god it all started when i realized i'm transgender. experience that changed me forever#OBVIOUSLY. IN POSITIVE WAYS.#but also i just feel like i'm constantly starting over. i used to have master files.#it was actually such an emotionally fucked up experience i used to write my deadname on the back of my 3ds carts#i used to be ambivalent to my deadname until i felt like i had to prove it to myself. and in doingvthat#i did come to appreciate it and it did feel associated w me. or at least what i was meant to embody.#i was always trying to Prove It. to myself. that if i can Prove It i can make this work and get all i've ever wanted#like love. ect ect#in ways i won't elaborate on my name now does honor my deadname. without really being reflective of it at all#which is exactly what i needed esp at that time in my life. it was SUCH a sudden upheaval.#like all of this i've been burying and stomping out for so many years like. once i finally just allowed myself to question.#and be at peace w it. it just all spilled out full force and like. i think i still experience side effects from it LMFAOOOO#like my save files. being unable to revisit certain games. hell even fe becoming one of my main interests#was a direct side effect of me needing a game where i could be myself and not have any prev memories attached#also just. the fucking type of person i am. guy who loves to leave and start over all the fucking time#but also also like. i think it's just the perfectionism sometimes. like eo2 i'm trying to get my party/lore Just Right#so i can fully immerse myself in it and NOT feel bad. for making any amount of changes to my party 😭#I'M SUCH A SENTIMENTAL BITCH. WHO CAN'T HOLD ONTO ANYTHING. WHO REFUSES TO LET GO. WHAT‼️‼️‼️#and w miitopia it's just. i need to update the artwork here it's insane. i gotta fix this. no one is allowed to see this.#anyways. starting over in miitopia and fixing it. i don't even know what my party is gonna be tbh#i usually plan this shit out but again. deep deep DEEPLY rooted Need to just blow everything up forever.
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the subtleties of being in love
summary: kuroo tetsurou is the spider-man. he’s also your best friend. he’s also hopelessly in love with you. between fighting crime and juggling college, kuroo barely has the time to confess his feelings to you. lucky for him, you’ve got him covered. or, five times kuroo tetsurou tries to ask you out, and one time you ask him out instead.
⇢ pairing: spider-man!kuroo tetsurou x fem!reader ⇢ contains: fluff, mild angst, best friends to lovers au, spider-man au, college au, debatable attempts at comedy, idiots to idiots in love, 5+1 things, profanity, mentions of violence but nothing graphic—please let me know if i’ve missed anything! ⇢ word count: 5.0k

ONE — THE SUBTLE ART OF SWINGING INTO A WALL
Kuroo Tetsurou swears he isn’t trying to be stupid.
It’s just that when he sees you, his mouth dries up, the words he want to say get stuck on the tip of his tongue and he can’t force them out no matter what, he feels his brain turn to mush and his legs turn to jelly, and—
You’re laughing. At him.
All because he swung face-first into a goddamn brick wall.
You don’t even know it’s him—he has a mask made out of spandex covering his face, thankfully—but he saw you on the street, talking to the old lady who sells churros next to the sandwich place both of you love. He may have lost all directional sense after that, because one minute he’s watching you gesture animatedly while you converse with the shopkeeper, and the next he slams solidly into the brick-red compound of the building he was supposed to swing over.
At least his webbing is still intact.
Kuroo’s pride, on the other hand? Completely, utterly shattered.
For a minute, there’s silence—a sort of muffled, hazy silence that blankets everyone, the kind that’s impossibly rare to come by in a city which never sleeps—and then every single person whips out their phones and takes pictures, giggling to themselves throughout. It’s not every day Spider-Man accidentally swings into a wall, after all.
Kuroo can already picture the headlines: City’s Masked Superhero Can Fight Aliens But Is Apparently Blind When Confronted By A Gigantic Barricade. Or worse. He can hear J. Jonah Jameson’s voice in his head, bellowing into the cameras, “Breaking news everyone, this just in: Spidey has been caught lackin’! Is he truly good at his job or is he just a farce? We may never know.”
He peels his head off hard brick, contorting his neck to relieve all the cricks, and that’s when he makes direct eye contact with you.
He swears his heart stops beating—but it starts again in less than a second, starts rabbiting around like it always does when he sees you, before settling back down into its regular rhythm. It’s only then that he remembers his feet and fingers are still glued to the wall.
He pries them off, wincing at the hoots and hollers from the crowd, and glances at you again.
You have a few churros in your hand, wrapped neatly in butter paper��no doubt a gift from the old lady—and you have your phone in your hand. He watches your fingers fly rapidly over the screen, notices the slight tilt to your head, the way your tongue pokes out of your lips slightly, the amusement at his mishap still running through your veins.
He hears the ping of the notification through his mask before you even put your phone down.
The letters swim in front of his eyes, on the screen in front of him.
(11:36) You: KUROO!!!! u wont BELIEVE what i just saw!!!! I SAW SPIDERMAN CRASH INTO A WALL LMFAOOOO
Kuroo winces. He should probably tell you that there’s a hyphen separating the words ‘spider’ and ‘man’, but he doesn’t want to burst your obvious elation at the city’s most prominent superhero’s accident. (Despite the fact that you’re the cause for him losing all common sense, in the first place.)
He doesn’t get the chance to form another coherent thought before a yell from below gets his attention. Specifically because it’s your voice.
“Hey!” You have your hands placed on your waist, your bundle of churros tucked into the corner of your arm as you squint up at him. “Need some help getting down?”
Unlike the jeers of the onlookers with their phones still out, you don’t sound malicious at all. You sound genuinely concerned, as though he isn’t Spider-Man, who’s fought off a hundred different villains and rescued the earth from alien infestations. You talk to him like he’s just a regular guy who accidentally swung onto a building and now finds himself in this precarious position.
His chest warms at the thought. “No thanks!” he hollers back. “I’m good.”
He lets his feet loosen up, feels his muscles relax and then he pushes himself off the wall, letting the momentum pull him through a graceful somersault before he lands softly in front of you.
“Are you okay?” You ignore the passersby.
“I’m fine,” Kuroo replies. “Are you okay?”
You look at him strangely, and Kuroo can feel his cheeks heat up. “I’m not the one who almost broke my nose because I wasn’t looking at where I was going.”
Kuroo shifts from one foot to the other, chewing on the inside of his cheek. You have a point, he supposes. He clears his throat. “Right, um. Thanks for offering to help me out.”
“No problem,” you reply easily, the corners of your lips rising upwards. “I’m glad you’re okay. Can’t have our city’s best line of defence get obliterated because of a wall.”
Kuroo’s not sure whether he’s supposed to feel happy about the fact that you’re worried about him despite not knowing who he is or if he’s supposed to be embarrassed at you pointing out his lapse of attention.
“Listen,” he begins, feeling a rush of adrenaline surge through his veins, run its course throughout his body, and settle at his heart, “do you… maybe want to get some coffee with me? As a thank you. For offering to help.”
You raise an eyebrow sceptically. “I’m not sure that warrants a coffee date.”
“It’s not,” Kuroo hurriedly says, heart thumping erratically, “I swear. I just want to thank you.”
You purse your lips, drawing out a sigh that’s in between contemplation and refusal. Kuroo’s heart sinks—he knows that expression of yours all too well. “I’m sorry, Spider-Man. You’re a great superhero and I’m sure you’re a really nice person behind the mask, but… I’m actually running late for a meet-up with my best friend. I’m sorry.” You shrug apologetically. “Maybe next time.”
“Okay, uh—” Kuroo licks his lips— “n-no worries. I’ll see you around.”
“Break a leg, Spider-Man.” You salute him with two fingers. “Not literally, but you know what I mean.”
He manages a smile, then realises you can’t see it through his mask—and then realises that the friend who’s meet-up you’re running late to is with him, so he’s going to see you again, anyway. The thought makes him smile again, this time wider, and he can feel his cheeks crinkle at the corners.
He stretches an arm out, presses his web shooter and swings onto the top of the building. Maybe he’ll have to deal with you retelling the story of how he crashed into a wall with extreme detail and lots of exaggeration, and Kuroo should probably feel extremely embarrassed about it. Instead, he finds himself looking forward to it.
Maybe he should crash into walls more often.

TWO — THE SUBTLE ART OF ACCIDENTALLY ASKING YOUR PROFESSOR OUT
Kuroo Tetsurou is decidedly fucked.
He’s late—unbearably so—but what else is he supposed to do if a platoon of aliens show up in the middle of his Introduction to Organic Chemistry class and he has to stop them from blowing up the president’s summer retreat? Once the situation is wrapped up and the foreign visitors agree to sign a peace treaty with earth, he’s effectively missed three classes, skipped lunch, and is currently running late to a study session you planned out after classes.
He supposes he can make up for it—he’s not sure how, but… something is better than nothing, right? He swings down in front of a flower shop, hurriedly asks for a bouquet and a box of chocolates, places a wad of money bills on the counter and swings away. The whole interaction takes place in less than fifteen minutes, but Kuroo is in a hurry. He has a slew of texts from you, all detailing the same thing: That if he doesn’t magically appear in the next ten minutes, you’re leaving, and you better make it up to him somehow.
Kuroo touches down on the rooftop of your university’s library and quickly removes his Spider-Man suit, stuffing it into his backpack and shouldering it. He heads down the fire escape, taking two steps at a time, and comes to a standstill in front of the Biology section of the library. It’s the least crowded part of the library, which is why you and Kuroo have chosen it as your designated spot.
He sees you immediately and braces himself for the telltale quickening of his heart. You smile at him as soon as you spot him, raising a hand in greeting. Books and sheets of paper are scattered around the table in front of you, and your hair is messy, swept up hastily. You’re wearing your favourite sweater with the coffee stain down the front, because even though it’s not something you would wear in public, it’s still the most comfortable piece of clothing you own.
Kuroo’s lips curl upwards on their own accord. The words form on the tip of his tongue, as they always do. He wants to tell you—he’s been in love with you since he first laid eyes on you—and it would be so easy to confess right then and there. He walks towards you.
Fate is never kind to him, it seems.
Kuroo keeps his eyes fixed on you, which is why he doesn’t notice his Organic Chemistry professor walk right across him.
In his defence, Professor Suzuki is short, with a head full of bountiful grey curls and a pink flower-patterned umbrella always tucked underneath her arm. She barely comes up to Kuroo’s shoulders, so she’s never in Kuroo’s line of vision unless he’s sitting down.
It’s no wonder he collides into her.
Professor Suzuki lets out a startled “Ooh!”, the stack of papers in her hand flying out of her grip and falling around him and his teacher like snowflakes on a winter morning. She twists her lips at him, mouth downturned like she just sucked a lemon raw, and tuts disapprovingly at him.
Kuroo feels his cheeks blaze as he bends down and gathers all the loose sheets of paper and stacks them. He doesn’t need to look at you to know you’re gleefully watching the whole encounter. He tucks the bouquet and chocolates into the crook of his arm and hands the stack of papers to Professor Suzuki, mumbling an apology.
“Well, you better be sorry,” she says, looking up and down at him—except she has to crane her neck at him to meet his eyes, and the sight is so hilarious, Kuroo needs to stifle his laughter. Then her eyes narrow in recognition, and Kuroo stiffens, dread pooling in his stomach.
She pauses for a minute. “Aren’t you the young man who ran out halfway through my class? Is your stomach feeling better now?”
Out of the corner of his eye, he can see you snort and then cover it up as a cough.
Kuroo wants to melt into the floor, pretend like he’s one of the tiles on the ground. “Yes ma’am,” he answers politely instead, hoping his voice doesn’t betray him.
“Hmm.” She scrutinises him carefully, reaching out with her free hand and pinching his stomach. “Indigestion is a serious issue, young man. Make sure you have enough ginger in your diet—it helps with your toilet problems.”
“I will, ma’am.”
“Now, how do you plan to make up for your lost lesson?”
Kuroo licks his lips. “I’m… not sure. I could come over for a remedial class—”
“Oh, please. You insult me.” Professor Suzuki lets out a giggle. “Remedial classes are such mediaeval methods. These days teachers will let anything go for a small price. Young, handsome men like you especially…”
Kuroo nearly chokes on his own spit. “I—”
“Just some flowers and chocolates will be fine,” his teacher waves him off good-naturedly, as though this is a conversation she has all the time. Her eyes land pointedly on the flowers and the chocolate box still tucked safely in his arms.
“Oh. Um.” Kuroo curses his luck. He’s Spider-Man, after all—shouldn’t he get some slack? All he wants is to ask you out, and if not that, at least spend some time with you without getting caught up in outworldly situations all the time.
Professor Suzuki’s expression turns serious upon noticing his hesitation. “Of course, not every teacher is as lenient as I’m being. Some would—and I’m really just throwing it out here—assign compensatory essays, or—”
He hurriedly shoves the bouquet and the chocolates into Professor Suzuki’s waiting arms.
“No, ma’am. Thank you very much for being so kind to me.”
“Not a bother, not a bother,” she waves him off again, smiling thinly at him. “Anything for my students.”
Kuroo bows and waits patiently for her to skitter away from him, finally letting out a loose breath that has his shoulders slumping forward and his head hanging dejectedly. He drags himself to your table, places his bag on the desk, and buries his head into his arms in such a way that half his upper body is spread-eagled across the wooden desk. A tired, muffled groan escapes his lips.
“Rough day?” Your voice is soft, and you tentatively reach out and gently run a hand through his hair.
Kuroo lets out another groan in response, closing his eyes when he feels your touch. He lifts up his head and props his chin on the desk, glancing at you. You have a soft smile playing on your lips, eyes twinkling.
“You recorded all of that, didn’t you?” It’s more a statement than a question; Kuroo has all your tendencies mapped out in his head, and you would never pass up on an opportunity to record his humiliation.
“Yup.” You grin at him, patting your pocket where your phone is stowed away. “I won’t show it to anyone, don’t worry.”
It’s a small consolation. He decides to let it slide. “By the way, the flowers and the chocolates were for you. To apologise for being late.”
“Oh.” To Kuroo’s surprise, you sound… bashful, almost. His heart skitters at the revelation. “That’s alright. I’m not a big fan of flowers anyway. Are you hungry? You skipped lunch, too, didn’t you? We could go get some ramen.”
“That sounds good.” Kuroo smiles wearily at you. He just hopes there isn’t another national emergency to divert his attention from you and the time he gets to spend with you.

THREE — THE SUBTLE ART OF ALMOST DATING YOUR HOMIE
If Kuroo Tetsurou has been Tokyo’s one and only Spider-Man for the past two years, then Bokuto Koutarou, his roommate, is his designated Guy-in-the-Chair.
He’s the only one who knows about Kuroo’s secret identity, and Kuroo relies on him to make up some believable reason for his often and sudden disappearances. The last time, when he had to escape in the middle of his Organic Chemistry class and that whole debacle with Professor Suzuki took place, Bokuto had said Kuroo had indigestion. He assumes his roommate has fun coming up with excuses. As long as his secret remains safe, Kuroo’s not too concerned.
Despite all the help Bokuto has provided him with, he wants nothing more than to toss him over their shared apartment’s balcony.
For the past half an hour, he’s been consistently badgering him. Specifically about you.
“Have you told her you like her yet?”
The question drags a tired sigh out of Kuroo’s lips. He’s hunched over his Physics textbook, scribbling down notes, and he could really appreciate some peace—but that’s not something he should expect when he lives with the human equivalent of a hamster on a wheel.
“No, Bokuto,” he reiterates, “I haven’t had the time.”
Bokuto flops dramatically across the couch. “Dude. You need serious help.”
“Do I?” Kuroo murmurs absent-mindedly, wondering how to calculate the coefficient of friction with the variables he’s been given.
“Yes.” When he notices his roommate not paying attention to him, Bokuto rolls his eyes. “Stop doing homework, you have more important matters to attend to.”
Kuroo finally tears his tired gaze away from the numericals printed out on the page. He locks eyes with Bokuto, barely aware of the tic in his left eye. “Like what?”
His roommate throws his hands up in the air exasperatedly. “Like your best friend! And the fact that you’re in love with her!”
“Okay.”
“This isn’t going to work. C’mere.” He gestures to Kuroo to come sit next to him on the couch. Once he makes his way to the couch and sits next to him, Bokuto takes both his hands in his. “Consider this an intervention.”
Kuroo leans back and lets his head fall against the couch cushions. This is going to be good.
“Okay, so,” Bokuto begins, “she doesn’t know you’re Spider-Man—no one knows that except me—but you love her, don’t you? Just walk up to her, tell her you can show her something she’s never seen before, swing her up to a rooftop somewhere, and watch the sunset with her. Tell her you love her and that you can’t live without her, and your heart beats only for her—trust me, girls love romantic stuff like that—and then tell her you’re also Spider-Man. Easy.”
All Kuroo can do is laugh. There’s no way Bokuto is serious about this.
“I’m being serious,” Bokuto says. “How long are you going to keep hiding this from her? She’s your best friend, don’t you think you should tell her that you’re basically in mortal peril every other day?”
“That’s exactly why I’m not telling her,” Kuroo says. “What if some villain finds out she’s special to me and does something to her to get back at me?”
His friend looks dubious. “You really think that could happen?”
“Yes.” Kuroo turns his head to look at Bokuto. “That’s why I didn’t want to tell you either.”
Bokuto chews his lip thoughtfully. “I kind of see what you mean. But…” He squeezes Kuroo’s hand once, gently. “I think she would want to know.”
Kuroo considers it—for a brief half-minute, he actually thinks about it—and then shakes his head. “It’s better to keep her safe.”
You have the worst possible timing. (Perhaps it’s Kuroo’s fault for having given you a spare key to his apartment.)
The door swings open and you walk into the living room, two bags of takeaway in your hand. “Guess who’s got food!”
Then you pause, survey the situation in front of you, and your jaw drops.
Kuroo and Bokuto, both on the couch, sitting so close to each other, their knees are brushing. Kuroo’s hands are still being held by Bokuto, the latter rubbing circles on his palm. Belatedly, Kuroo realises what this must look like to you.
He shoots up to his feet. “It’s not what you think—”
“Oh my God.” You raise your arms. “Am I interrupting something? I’m so sorry, I had no idea! I’ll just—”
“No, wait! Bokuto and I, we’re not—”
“No, no, it’s okay!” Your repeated reassurances don’t do anything to assure him. “You guys look good together! Congratulations on graduating from cherry boy university, Kuroo!”
Kuroo lowers his head, crimson creeping up his cheeks. He turns around and faces Bokuto, who’s busy snickering on the couch. “This is all your fault.”
You look between them curiously. “Are you both dating?”
“No,” Kuroo says at the same time Bokuto says, “Possibly.”
He glares at his friend. “No, we are not together. Bokuto knows I like someone else.”
“You like someone else?”
There’s the barest hint of hurt in your tone, a slight hitch in your voice that Kuroo picks up on easily. “I—yes.”
“You never told me.”
Your voice is carefully calm and you fiddle with the handle of the takeaway bags. Kuroo winces; he takes a step forward and grabs your elbow, gently forcing you to look up at him. “I was going to tell you. I just… forgot.”
It's the worst possible excuse he could come up with. Your eyes harden. Thankfully, Bokuto swoops in. “He’ll tell you soon. He just never has good timing.”
You poke your tongue in the inside of your cheek. “It… doesn’t matter. I brought Chinese,” you say, lips pursed into a threadbare smile, “so all that’s left is to pick the movie.”
You move into the living room and playfully poke Bokuto’s legs to make space. Kuroo closes the door behind you, a heavy feeling in his gut.
He’s fucked up. Big time. No matter what, he can’t get the look of dejectedness on your face out of his mind.
Kuroo decides he’s going to tell you. Somehow. Even if you don’t return his feelings, at least he’ll be free of the burden of keeping them hidden.
With new conviction in his head, he strides over to where you are.

FOUR — THE SUBTLE ART OF GETTING HIT ON
Kuroo loves you—he really does—but despite his obvious affection towards you, he still thinks you’re acting slightly (read: extremely) delusional.
“A… Spider-Man love blog?” he asks weakly, sitting opposite you.
“Yeah!” You nod your head vigorously, obviously excited. “J. Jonah Jameson started a Spider-Man conspiracy theory blog, so I figured I need to start a blog to support Spider-Man and all his endeavours. Too much hate is a bad thing, and… well, he is kind of hot. Objectively speaking.”
Kuroo doesn’t know whether to grimace at the fact that J. Jonah Jameson started a page on conspiracy theories about him, laugh at the fact that you want to start a blog to support him, or melt like an ice cream on a hot summer afternoon at the fact that you just called him objectively hot.
He tries to do a mixture of all three. You glance at him, concerned. “Did you just have a stroke or something?”
Kuroo purses his lips together. “I’m fine.”
“Okay,” you say dismissively. “Well, what do you think of the blog idea?”
“I think it’s a good idea,” Kuroo agrees. “It’s like a little Spider-Man support group.”
“Exactly!” you agree, perking up even more. “That’s actually a really cool slogan, thanks Kuroo.”
“No problem.” Kuroo feels his mouth dry, but before he can second guess himself, he says, “Hey, you said Spider-Man is hot?”
“Hm? Yeah, what about it?”
“You know who else is hot?”
“Tom Holland?” Your eyes widen excitedly. “Oh, I know! Andrew Garfield!”
“No—I mean, yes but—” Kuroo heaves out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I wasn’t talking about them.”
You cock your head to the side. “Who do you mean, then?”
He takes in a deep breath, forcing his heart to calm down. “I was talking about—”
He’s about to say you when the fire alarm rings. You stand up, eyes widening—not with excitement, but with panic flaring up inside you. Kuroo stands up too; how did he not notice something was off? The hair at the back of his neck tingles. He needs to get you out of here—now.
“Hey,” he says hurriedly, “you need to leave. Go out the fire escape.” He shoves you none too gently towards the fire escape, but you stumble forward and then stop.
“Kuroo,” you say, and he can hear the mounting fear in your voice, “what about you?”
“I’ll be right behind you,” he assures. A series of bangs follows his statement, and he narrows his eyes at the direction of the sound. “But you need to leave. Now.”
You open your mouth to say something, but when you hear a loud clang echo down the stairwell, you close your mouth and run towards the staircase. Kuroo waits for you to disappear from his sight, before turning on his heel and grabbing his suit from his bag.
God, supervillains really have the worst timing. All Kuroo wanted to do was tell you he thought you were hot, too, but that he found you more beautiful than anything else.

FIVE — THE SUBTLE ART OF EXPOSING YOUR CRUSH
Kuroo is so, so tired.
He lands in front of a small, quiet lake in a park you used to come to with him. The ambience is perfect for when you want to spend time alone, in solitude. A family of ducks paddles gently over the water; it’s peaceful and serene—completely unlike the destruction he just had to deal with, and the turbulence currently running through his mind.
He pulls his mask off his head and runs a tired hand through his hair. Wearily, he sinks down onto the grass, feeling the cool breeze caress his skin and the rustle of the leaves of the giant tree under whose shade he’s sitting.
He blinks once, slowly, and then again, and when a duck lets out a quack, he opens his mouth and lets everything spill out, like sand pouring through an overturned hourglass.
(He’s aware he’s talking to ducks. He doesn’t care.)
“Screw this shit. I never wanted to be a hero, you hear me? I never wanted to be bitten by a stupid spider, I didn’t ask for all this—I didn’t ask for all this! God, what does a guy need to do to have some time to tell his best friend he’s in love with her?!”
His rant falls on silent ears—but then, he hears the crunch of dried leaves, and he whips around.
Your head pokes out from behind the tree trunk. “Kuroo?”
“Oh,” he breathes out, scrambling to his feet. “What are you—”
“You said you’d be right behind me!” Despite the false bravado in your voice, he can hear how wobbly you actually sound.
“I-I was. Technically.” He takes a tentative step towards you, one arm stretched out placatingly.
“You never told me you were Spider-Man!” Your voice increases in pitch steadily with each word.
“I didn’t tell you to protect you—”
“Oh my God, you were in mortal peril every day and I didn’t even know!”
“Bokuto said the same thing, but—”
“Bokuto knew all along, of course he did!”
“I only told him because—”
“And—and now you’re telling me you’re in love with me!”
“Okay, I wasn’t telling you, I was telling the ducks, but—”
“Kuroo!” You throw your hands up in the air wildly, gaze roaming rapidly across his face. “You’re in love with me!”
He sucks in a breath sharply. “I feel like that’s not the most important thing here.”
Of all the ways he thought he would confess to you, this is decidedly not something that crossed his mind even once. He’d always pictured flowers, holding your hand, maybe even a romantic stroll down this very park. He’d certainly never imagined you’d find out about both his secrets on the same day—all while he was busy ranting about his hero complex to a bunch of birds who didn’t pay him any attention.
“Please,” he tries again, “please let me explain.”
You shake your head. “No. There’s nothing there to explain.”
With that, you turn away and walk past him. Kuroo’s heart sinks. He crumples the material of the mask in his hand, feeling the cloth twist underneath his fingertips just like his heart twists into knots with every step you take away from him.

PLUS ONE — THE SUBTLE ART OF KISSING YOUR BEST FRIEND
You have Kuroo cornered, your arms crossed across your chest and your expression stern. “You need to listen to me.”
Kuroo gulps. It’s been a week since he accidentally let both his secrets slip, and this is the first time he’s talking to you in person since then. You’d sent him a text with a simple message. Library, first thing after lunch. Kuroo had complied, and here he is now.
“So. Bokuto explained everything to me,” you say.
“He—he did?”
You glance at him shortly. “Yeah, he did. I… I understand why you didn’t tell me about—about your condition, Kuroo. I’m sorry I didn’t give you a chance to explain yourself.”
“It’s okay,” he replies immediately. “If I found out my best friend was a secret vigilante risking his life every day, I think I’d react the same way.”
You smile at him then, and his heart jumps inside his chest. He smiles back. “But that’s not the main reason I called you here,” you continue. “What I really called you here for was…”
You trail off, looking down, and Kuroo is hit with a sudden sense of nostalgia. Why are you being so bashful around him all of a sudden? “Was…” he gently prompts.
You swallow, lifting up your chin and looking him in the eye. “I wanted to tell you that I’m in love with you too.”
Kuroo Tetsurou swears time stops, and the whole world comes to a standstill. The words ring in his ears, echoing inside his head. His lips part, and he stares at you, flabbergasted.
“I— Say that again.” His voice is barely more than a whisper.
He sees the flicker in your eyes, notices how you’re ready to compete with him for this. “I love you, Kuroo Tetsurou. I don’t care about the fact that you’re Spider-Man.”
Kuroo takes a step towards you, holding your shoulders gently, like you’re made of glass. “I love you too.”
You grin at him, your own arms encircling his waist and coming to rest on his back. “I know that.”
And then you tip your head forward and capture his lips with your own. He gasps at first, before kissing you back with equal force, one hand tugging you closer to him and the other curving around your torso.
You giggle into the kiss, and Kuroo’s lips twitch upwards. He’s giddy, weightless, floating through the air like a feather being carried by the wind. The feeling he gets when he’s swooping through the rooftops of the city is nothing compared to the feeling of your lips slotted against his and his arms wrapped around you.
Kuroo Tetsurou swears he doesn’t try to act stupid normally. But if it makes you smile, he’s willing to do anything.

#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu fluff#kuroo x reader#kuroo fluff#kuroo tetsurou x reader#kuroo tetsurou fluff#hq x reader#hq fluff#kuroo#kuroo tetsurou
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HII!! could you write the gang with a reader that has an rbf and seems really intimidating/unapproachable but is a sweetheart? they arent very talkative and seem very cold but their love language is acts of service/gift giving & sorta quality time?? <33
୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ pretty as a vine, sweet as a grape. ⋄ 𓍯

…REQUESTED: you never judge a book by it’s cover. especially when it comes to y/n!
tags/warnings: people being judgy asf/spreading rumours, gang defending reader with their soul, reader is a softie i fear, reader is kinda shy, probably stupid:3c, steve threatening a manLMFAO
ೃauthor notes⁀➷ READER IS SO ME CODED HELLO also if two-bits part sounds stupid it ‘s because i’m high rn and even if can admit it’s a little iffy
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dallas winston
thought of you as someone to be threatened by at first ngl
he heard of this scary, mean mugged, tuff looking girl and went ‘mh. an enemy🐺😒’
he went up to you one day, acting all tuff and shit just for you to look him up and down and nervously wave
look, he may not be the smartest cookie but he can see someone shy a mile away. and when he seen you wave, he felt like such an ass LMFAO
did he show it? no. obviously.
this is dallas. he’s an asshole.
“little miss tough girl, huh?”
“…pardon?”
that teasing from him DID continue until you walked away because dallas is the type to never back down, even when he’s wrong
expect for the next time you met him!!!!
he was actually asking you your name, where you’re from, etc, etc!!!
turning a new leaf dare i say…
and everything after that was history! cutest scary looking couple ever!
HE THINKS IT’S SOOO FUNNY THAT PEOPLE ARE SCARED OF YOU LMFAOOO
he plays into it sm if someone brings it up bro
“y/n? like..scary y/n?”
“yeah, like scary y/n. and i’ll get ‘er on ya if you keep talkin’ ‘bout her.”
“oh!😰”
he thinks it’s so silly to see you look really pissed off when he isn’t around just to greet you and see your whole demeanour change!!
dallas thinks it’s so cute😭 it’s like one of his favourite things about you!
“😠😒”
“hey, baby.”
“oh! hi, dal!<3”
LMFAO IMAGINE SOMEONE SEEING YOU, A MEAN LOOKING GIRL, SHOPPING FOR MENS LEATHER JACKETS
yuppp spoil that dickhead!😫 he lovelovelovesss getting gifts, ESPECIALLY from u!!!
if you’re clingy, i feel like he wouldn’t mind it. he teases THE FUCK out of u tho!😊
“big tough girl wants to hold hands, eh?”
“…yea😞.”
“awh, look at ya. come ‘ere.”
johnny cade
you might think he’d be scared and intimidated, right? but NO! he’s literally bff’s with ponyboy, he knows damn well what rbf is!
you two are sooo cute together
little kicked, scared puppy with his feral doberman!!!
tells people to stfu whenever they try and spread rumours that you’re scary, mean, and rude.
“you’re dating y/n? don’t you know she-“
“i don’t care, shut up. ‘s not like you know her😒.”
sometimes refuses your gifts.
johnny’s not used to them :( but all u gotta do is say please and flutter your lashes and u got em!!!!
“i can’t take it.”
“please?😞”
“…okay😣.”
and he DOES NOT regret it! he might fight you at first, but he cherishes those gifts with his life<3!
loveloveloveLOVESSS having u around constantly!! since your love language is quality time, you two are always hanging out together.
and, with your scary looks, you often keep the socs away from him!
hip-hip, hooray‼️‼️
the gang was like…worried for johnny at first.
THEY DIDN’T KNOW U WERE COOL THO😭😭💔💔💔
they were all like, “??seriously, johnny?? you pick the meanest girl?? ever???” and johnny was QUICK to defend. “y’all ain’t even meet her, and you’re already sayin’ she’s bad for me?”
when they did though, they were like ‘ohhhh….she really isn’t rude…..oh….’
HE’S SO PROUD TO DATE U THO LMFAOOO
and to know the real you?? treats it like an HONOUR
ponyboy curtis
was intimidated by you.
forgot he was also like you and accidentally glares at people who walk past him LMFAOOOO
You two are like two peas in a pod istg!!
“you look mean from far away,”
“???so do you, pony??”
“…no??”
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, ‘NO’?”
mean looking couple who are truly just a bunch of nerds deep down to their soul<3
the gang was a little protective of ponyboy until they realized ur just like him LMFAO
They get having an rbf<3
pony loves spending time with you!
gift him a book and he’ll love you forever!!! (maybe even read it to you when you two are finally alone to help you fall asleep🤍)
he’s such a cutie…..
stays close to you in public because he thinks you’re scarier looking than anyone he’s ever met😊😊.
“cm’ere,”
“why?🤨”
“BECAUSE🙄!”
SCARY DOG Y/N IS REAL.
glares at anyone who goes around telling people that you’re mean and rude.
if looks could kill, they’d be dead already!!!
ponyboy does not fuck around with u i fear.
Sodapop Curtis
LMFAOOO GREEK GOD OF A MAN WITH HIS PISSED OFF GF WHO IS NERVOUSLY HOLDING HIS HAND !!!
he was NOT afraid of you!! in fact, he thought the rumours of you being an asshole were all fake
“you talkin’ about y/n?”
“yes, bro! they’re so rude-“
“how do you know?”
“well, i don’t-“
“so, shut up?😒”
cuz like??? did they not bother to understand you???
soda literally made it his mission to prove that you weren’t a dick!!😭😭
and GODDAMN HE WAS SO RIGHT
you’re such a sweetheart to soda! he lovesss telling people about how cute you are around him since it’s his own way to squash the rumours.
“my y/n is so sweet, you wouldn’t get it.”
“isn’t she the same girl who beat the soc to a pulp?”
“she can barely kill a fly.”
you don’t need to do much to scare off the girls that flirt with him at the DX, just a nice little glare every now and then and they’re already gone!
(soda doesn’t have to know that you play into the rumours sometimes. it’s our little secret.)
steve randle
HATES EVERYONE WHO TALKS ABOUT YOU
he’s petty AS FUCK LMFAOOO
they can’t handle the randle😜💯
“ew, y/n-“
“MAN, GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY FACE WITH THAT WHAT DO YOUUU KNOW ABOUT Y/N🗣️‼️”
that was an over exaggeration but you get the point.
gets very defensive when people try and ‘warn’ him about you lmfao
gift him a tool box and he’ll use it until it’s literally falling apart at the bolts<3
no seriously. it could be holding on by one screw and he’ll still use it. he doesn’t gaf. steve will use anything u give him.
he accepts ur rbf cause he thinks it’s SO FUNNY?? like he’ll see you far away with your friends looking all angry before one of them says a really funny joke and just watches your expression change so quickly
one of his fav things ever<3!
two-bit mathews
he makes so much jokes about it LMFAOOO
“jesus, y/n! you sure yer glare ain’t the thing that killed the dinosaurs?”
—
“swear i see the devil in yours eyes sometimes. it looks soooo good on you, though🤭🤭”
HE THINKS ITS SO ATTRACTIVE
and he lovesss your sweetheart side sm it’s like he gets best of both worlds
RAHH GIFT TWO-BIT MICKEY PLUSHIE OR ELSE
He’d totally have it on his bed 24/7. his sister has tried to steal it before to scare him btw.
skmetimes just to spend time together with him—you just go walking around town with him while he has an arm around your shoulder the whole time<3
#2knightt#the outsiders#the outsiders x reader#dallas winston x reader#johnny cade x reader#ponyboy x reader#ponyboy curtis x reader#sodapop curtis x reader#sodapop x reader#steve randle x reader#darry curtis x reader#two-bit mathews x reader#two-bit x reader
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daddy's home - JENSON BUTTON
pairing : sugar daddy!jenson button x sugar baby!reader
summary : art and money have always been the two constants in y/n's life, what happens when those two constants result in a sugar daddy who happens to own an art gallery?
warnings/notes : swearing, smut, protected sex (please use a condom!), daddy kink, oral (both!receiving), face-fucking, multiple orgasms, photography and filming (in an nsfw context), nipple play, hair pulling, fingering, public-ish sex, praise kink, use of "baby" and "daddy"
word count : 2.5k
a/n : I KEEP THINKING OF GOJO CUZ OF THE TITLE LMFAOOOO (probs gonna change the title)
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Jenson stood in the center of his gallery, the soft glow of the lights illuminating the various paintings and sculptures that adorned the walls. He smiled as he heard the click of heels approaching, turning to see Y/n walking towards him, her hips swaying seductively with each step.
"There you are, my dear," Jenson purred, his eyes roaming over Y/n's curvaceous figure appreciatively. "I was beginning to think you wouldn't show up."
Y/n giggled, pressing herself against Jenson's firm chest. "And miss out on seeing the new collection? Never." She leaned in, her lips brushing against Jenson's ear as she whispered, "Besides, I had a feeling you might have something special planned for us tonight."
Jenson chuckled, his hand sliding down to rest on Y/n's lower back. "Oh, I always have something special in mind when it comes to you, my sweet." He led her further into the gallery, pointing out various pieces as they walked.
As they made their way through the gallery, Jenson couldn't take his eyes off Y/n's alluring figure. Her tight dress hugged her curves in all the right places, and he found himself growing harder with each step.
"This piece here is particularly striking," Jenson said, gesturing to a large abstract painting. "The way the colors blend together, it's almost... sensual."
Y/n tilted her head, studying the painting. "Mmm, I can see that. It's quite... stimulating." She turned to face Jenson, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Almost as stimulating as the way you're looking at me right now."
Jenson's breath hitched as Y/n pressed her body against his, her hands roaming over his chest. "You're playing with fire, little one," he growled, his voice low and husky.
"Maybe I like the heat," Y/n purred, her lips hovering just inches from his.
Jenson couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed Y/n's waist and spun her around, pinning her against the wall with his body. His lips crashed against hers in a hungry kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth to taste her sweetness.
Y/n moaned into the kiss, her fingers tangling in Jenson's hair as she arched her back, pressing her ample breasts against his chest. She could feel his hardness pressing insistently against her thigh, and it only fueled her desire.
Jenson's hands roamed over Y/n's body, caressing her curves and leaving trails of fire in their wake. He gripped her ass, squeezing the supple flesh as he ground his hips against hers.
"You drive me crazy," Jenson groaned, breaking the kiss to trail his lips down Y/n's neck. "I can't get enough of you."
Jenson continued to place kisses along Y/n's neck, relishing in the taste of her skin. However, he felt her push him away gently, and he looked up to see a nervous expression on her face.
"What if someone sees us?" Y/n asked, her voice trembling slightly.
Jenson smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Don't worry, my dear. This part of the gallery is closed to the public for the moment. But even if someone did see us, who cares? Let them watch."
Y/n's eyes widened at Jenson's words, a mix of excitement and apprehension coursing through her veins. She bit her lower lip, considering the thrill of being caught in such a compromising position.
"You're right," she whispered, her voice filled with a newfound confidence. "Let them watch."
Y/n's hands moved swiftly, tugging at Jenson's blazer and unbuttoning his dress shirt with a sense of urgency. She wanted to feel his skin against hers, to lose herself in the heat of the moment.
Jenson watched her with a hungry gaze, his own hands working to remove her dress. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but a lacy bra and panties. He drank in the sight of her, his eyes roaming over her exposed flesh appreciatively.
"You're absolutely breathtaking," Jenson murmured, his voice thick with desire. He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her breast, teasing her hardened nipple through the thin material of her bra.
Y/n gasped, arching into his touch. She reached behind her back, unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts bounced free, and Jenson couldn't resist leaning down to capture one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive bud.
Y/n's breath hitched as Jenson's mouth worked on her nipple, her fingers threading through his hair. The sensation was too much, and she found herself arching into him, her body begging for more.
"Daddy, please..." she moaned, the word slipping out without her realizing.
Jenson's eyes flashed with lust, the endearment sending a shiver down his spine. He released her nipple with a pop, his gaze locking onto hers. "What do you want, my sweet little girl?"
Y/n's cheeks flushed, her eyes dark with desire. "I want you to take me, right here, against this wall."
Jenson grinned, his cock throbbing in anticipation. "Consider it done." With that, he slid his hand between Y/n's legs, finding her already wet and ready for him. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her clench around him.
"Oh, fuck," Y/n breathed, her head falling back as she felt the exquisite pleasure building within her.
Y/n's moans echoed through the gallery as Jenson's fingers worked their magic inside her. She couldn't help but cry out, "Daddy, oh god, daddy!" as he expertly stroked her most sensitive spots.
"That's it, baby," Jenson growled, his voice low and husky. "Let everyone hear how much you love daddy's fingers inside you."
Y/n's body trembled with each thrust of Jenson's fingers, her juices coating his hand. She could feel her climax approaching, her muscles tensing as she neared the edge.
"Fuck, daddy, I'm gonna cum," she panted, her nails digging into Jenson's shoulders. "Please, don't stop!"
Jenson increased his pace, his thumb rubbing circles around her clit as he continued to plunge his fingers deep inside her. "Cum for me, baby. Show me how much you love daddy."
As Y/n's orgasm crashed over her, she buried her face in the crook of Jenson's neck, muffling her screams of ecstasy. Her body shook with the force of her climax, her inner walls clenching around Jenson's fingers as she rode out the waves of pleasure.
Jenson held her close, his own arousal straining against his pants. He could feel her heart racing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she slowly came down from her high.
"That was incredible," Jenson murmured, his lips brushing against Y/n's ear. "But we're not done yet, are we?"
Y/n pulled back, her eyes hazy with lust. "No, we're not," she agreed, her voice barely above a whisper. She reached for Jenson's belt, quickly undoing it and tugging his pants and boxers down in one swift motion.
Y/n's eyes widened as Jenson's impressive member sprang free, standing at attention and begging for her touch. She licked her lips, her gaze locked onto his throbbing cock.
"Can I suck you off, daddy?" she asked, her voice dripping with desire.
Jenson groaned, his hips bucking forward involuntarily. "Fuck yes, baby. I want to feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock."
Y/n wasted no time, dropping to her knees and taking Jenson's shaft into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip, savoring the taste of his pre-cum before taking him deeper.
Jenson's head fell back, his eyes closing in bliss as Y/n worked her magic. Her mouth was hot and wet, and the sensation of her tongue sliding along his length was driving him wild.
Y/n's mouth felt incredible, and Jenson couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as he began to thrust into her mouth.
"Oh, fuck, baby," Jenson groaned, his hips moving faster and harder with each passing second. "Your mouth feels so damn good."
Y/n moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure through Jenson's body. She relaxed her throat, taking him deeper as he fucked her face with abandon.
Jenson could feel his climax approaching, his balls tightening as he neared the edge. He looked down at Y/n, her eyes watering and her lips stretched around his shaft, and the sight only spurred him on.
"I'm gonna cum, baby," Jenson warned, his voice strained with the effort to hold back. "Swallow every last drop for daddy."
Y/n nodded eagerly, her hand moving to cup his balls, gently massaging them as he continued to thrust into her mouth.
With a final, powerful thrust, Jenson buried himself deep in Y/n's throat, his cock pulsing as he released his load. Y/n swallowed greedily, her throat working to take every last drop of his essence.
Jenson's body shuddered with the intensity of his orgasm, his grip on Y/n's hair tightening as he rode out the waves of pleasure. As he finally pulled out, he saw strands of his cum dripping down Y/n's chin, and the sight made his spent cock twitch.
"You look so beautiful like this," Jenson murmured, his thumb wiping away the remnants of his release from Y/n's lips. "My perfect little cum slut."
Y/n smiled up at him, her eyes shining with adoration and satisfaction. "Thank you, daddy," she purred, her voice husky from the rough treatment her throat had just received.
Jenson helped her to her feet, his hands roaming over her body appreciatively. "You're welcome, baby. You did such a good job, I think you deserve a reward."
He led her further into the gallery, to a secluded alcove where a plush chaise lounge awaited. Jenson guided Y/n onto the lounge, positioning her on her hands and knees. He knelt behind her, his fingers trailing up her thighs, teasing the sensitive skin.
"Spread your legs for daddy," Jenson commanded, his voice low and authoritative. "I wanna see you."
Y/n complied, her legs parting to reveal her glistening folds. Jenson groaned, his cock already hardening again at the sight. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her, his fingers spreading her open for better access.
Jenson's tongue delved into Y/n's wetness, flicking and circling her clit as his fingers continued to spread her wide. Y/n moaned, her head falling forward onto the chaise lounge as she arched her back, her body begging for more.
"Please, daddy, I need you inside me," she pleaded, her voice shaking with need.
Jenson smiled against her folds, his fingers slipping inside her as he continued to torment her clit with his tongue. "Not yet, baby. I want to make you scream first."
Y/n's hips bucked, her body trembling as Jenson's expert ministrations brought her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel her climax building once more, the tension coiling within her.
"Daddy, I'm gonna cum," she cried out, her body tensing as she approached the peak. "Please, let me..."
Jenson removed his fingers and tongue, leaving Y/n panting and desperate for release. "Not yet," he repeated, his voice firm. "You'll cum when I'm inside you."
Y/n whimpered, her body aching for release as Jenson teased her mercilessly. She could feel the heat pooling in her core, her juices dripping down her thighs as she begged for him to take her.
"Please, daddy, I need you so badly," she pleaded, her voice raw with desperation. "I can't take it anymore."
Jenson chuckled, his hand reaching into his wallet to retrieve a condom. He tore open the packet, rolling the latex down his length with practiced ease. "I know, baby. I'm going to give you exactly what you need."
He positioned himself behind Y/n, the head of his cock teasing her entrance. With a swift thrust, he buried himself inside her, filling her completely.
"Oh, fuck, yes!" Y/n cried out, her body stretching to accommodate his size. "You feel so good, daddy."
Jenson groaned, his hips beginning to move in a steady rhythm. "You're so tight, baby. Your pussy feels amazing."
Jenson pulled out of Y/n, causing her to whine in protest. He reached into his pocket, retrieving his phone. "Hold on, baby," he said, his voice tinged with excitement. "I want to capture this moment."
Y/n's eyes widened as Jenson set his phone up, positioning it to catch their every movement. "Daddy, are you going to..." she trailed off, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.
Jenson grinned, his eyes filled with lust as he repositioned himself behind Y/n. "Yes, baby. I want to see that pretty face of yours on video. Besides, it's a turn-on knowing someone might walk in and see us."
Y/n bit her lip, her heart racing as Jenson resumed his thrusts. The thought of being caught only added to the excitement.
"Fuck, daddy, you're so big," Y/n moaned, her voice thick with pleasure. "I never knew sex could be this good."
Jenson's phone captured every movement, every sound, and every expression of pleasure on Y/n's face. The camera lens zoomed in on her bouncing breasts, her face contorted in ecstasy, and the way her body writhed beneath him.
"Look at you, baby," Jenson growled, his hips snapping forward with increased force. "You're so fucking sexy. I can't get enough of you."
Y/n's moans grew louder, her body trembling as she neared her climax once again. "Daddy, I'm so close," she panted, her nails digging into the fabric of the chaise lounge. "Please, don't stop."
Jenson could feel his own release approaching, his balls tightening as he pounded into Y/n's willing body. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in tight circles, pushing her over the edge.
Y/n's moans grew louder and more intense as Jenson's fingers worked her clit, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. Her cries of pleasure echoed through the gallery, and it was clear that anyone on that floor could hear her.
"Oh, god, daddy, yes!" Y/n screamed, her body shaking uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. "I'm cumming!"
Jenson groaned, his own climax triggered by the sound of Y/n's ecstasy. He thrust into her one last time, his cock pulsing as he released inside her. The condom muffled the sensation, but the feeling of his hot seed filling the latex was still incredibly satisfying.
As they both came down from their highs, Jenson reached for his phone, turning it off and pocketing it. He pulled out of Y/n, discarding the used condom before turning his attention back to her.
Jenson pulled Y/n into his arms, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. He poured all of his desire and affection into the kiss, his tongue dancing with hers as he savored her taste.
When they finally broke apart, Jenson cupped Y/n's face in his hands, his eyes shining with admiration. "You were incredible, baby," he murmured, his voice filled with genuine praise. "The way you submitted to me, the sounds you made... it was perfect."
Y/n blushed, her heart swelling with pride at Jenson's words. "Thank you, daddy," she whispered, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. "You made me feel so good."
Jenson smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I'm glad, baby. You deserve to feel that way"
Y/n giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "As much as I'd love to stay in your arms forever, I should probably go get my dress from the other room before someone comes looking for us."

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sadie rhode mackintosh . . . formula 1 driver dr.

THE BEST PART ABOUT SADIE MACKINTOSH IS THAT YOU'LL NEVER SEE HER COMING.
the then 21-year-old's second f1 win after fans believed she wouldn't even make it the rest of the season? in abysmal conditions in são paolo, brazil in 2024. the announcement that she would be the next red bull f1 driver? at the back-end of a season when we believed max verstappen would stay at red bull forever. that's her talent. a true star is born in formula 1 once in a millenium it feels like - the american did it in 2 seasons.
BORN TO INFAMOUS FERRARI ENGINEER jon and DAUGHTER OF FERRARI LEGEND CHARLES BELL marie, sadie mackintosh is TWO THINGS - born for this and ready for this.
driver for scuderia alphatauri, rookie class of '23, #29. 5 foot 10, darling of fashion house miu miu, part-time runway model. 20, only child, aquarius. monaco-based, austin-grown.

soundtrack of my life . . . 2 hands , tate mcrae. circus , britney spears. oh no! , marina. kiss it better , rihanna. vroom vroom , charli xcx. shut up and drive , rihanna.

STATS & THINGS . . .
scuderia alphatauri driver in 2023, oracle redbull driver in 2024-26, scuderia ferrari driver from 2027 forward.
winner of her first f2 season in 2022 with prema, sponsored by the redbull driver academy.
nicknamed 'speedy' for her aggressive attempts in overtaking & abnormal lack of hesitation. her other nickname, given first by will buxton 'drive to survive' is 'britney jr.' in her parallels with formula 1 champion and now monaco-based youtuber nico rosberg, (it's mainly the gorgeous locks lmfaoooo) as well as her apparent love for popstar britney spears.
races under #29, her grandfather, former f1 driver charles bell's old racing number. she is the only of his 5 grandchildren to race in any motorsport.
has been in 3 crashes as of the end of the 2024 season - twice in 2023 (saudi arabia w/ leo dempsey (#99, aston martin) & dutch gp w/ oscar piastri (#81, mclaren) and once in 2024 (silverstone w/ george russell (#63, mercedes))
as of the end of the 2024 season she has won 4 grand prix - united states (austin), brazilian, las vegas, and abu dhabi, all in 2024 within the last four races of the season.
is rumored to be in a relationship with aston martin driver leo dempsey. (allegedly they married after sadie's las vegas gp win.)
she has graced the cover of american vogue and modelled for several high fashion brands including miu miu (whom which she is an ambassador of), vivienne westwood, chanel, and most recently yves saint laurant. she is also the face of victoria's secret pink and has been gifted angel wings as a vs angel.
she and fellow f1 driver anna jones, as well as current head of f1 academy susie wolff, have received collector's barbie dolls as apart of the 'barbies in sports' collection by mattel (and none for danica nasty ass bitch)


⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆ hiiiiiiiii (can y'all tell i love this dr) this is essentially my f1 dr intro!! i'm shifting to the beginning of 2023, right before my first f1 season begins! *side note if anyone wants the 'my first day' f1 template lmk! send me a dm or an ask and i'll gladly post it!* yes i stole hailey bieber's middle name. i thought being an f1 driver and having the middle name rhode would get me some aura points!!!! sue me!!!! the inspo to make this post obvi comes from tate mcrae's new song sports car (i looove tate & i actually scripted that i'm the stunt driver in her '2 hands' mv lol)
#mack's f1 dr#mack makes things#mack's intros#shifting motivation#shiftblr#reality shifting#shifting#anti shifters dni#formula one shifting#shifting to formula one#formula one driver dr#f1 dr
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mami (m) | myg/knj
title: mami (m) pairing: myg x reader(f) , knj x reader(f) , slight jhs x reader(f)😛 rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut ; battle rap au , roommates au summary: you somehow have a conversation with yoongi, and you tell your roommate about a date date. note: heavy 00s vibes, this is just the beginning of a collection of parts instead of just a oneshot let’s fucking goooo🦋 note 2: this is pretty unedited lolll if there are mistakes i'm so so sorry! warnings for this part: language, choking, joon in sweats, bathroom s*x, b*ckshots, friendly sp*nks from your roomie🤪, it uhhh starts right out the gate lmfao, hobi in silk and a robe, yoongi is a warning in his own right, light sl*pping, you get called mamiii😗 so if that’s not ur thing i’d skip this series !!, joon is too smooth, a secret fourth guy lmfaoooo, battle rap scenarios! drop date: september 26th, 2023, 10:07pm est word count: 3.7k mood: here
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“You like that, huh?”
Breath short, you can only gasp as the hands you’ve been eyeing all night clutch your throat, a fiendish hum the first response to your satisfied grin.
“Knew you would.” As your delicious captor speaks, you just know he’s fixated on your makeup—at least, the way it’s smearing onto a bathroom mirror that has seen better days. “You all do.”
Fuck, he knows what he’s doing. Fucking hell, he always knows.
Your lust condenses and slides down the glass in rivers, and with each experienced thrust inside your folds, it’s getting harder, and harder, and harder to see the man wrecking your shit.
But it’s coming. The end. The coil inside you is screaming and tightening and you know he can feel every potent pulse as you slap the tiny counter with a palm. “Yoongi—”
“You gonna come, mami?”
Yes yes yes you really fucking are. It’s so truthful that you can’t even voice your agreement in words, your moans higher and higher in pitch the only tell you can possibly give.
“Then fucking do it.”
Light bounces from your eyes and rebounds off the mirror the same time your whine does, every limb locking while bare shoulders bang against your reflection.
“Fuck.”
You spring right into the ground floor above, eyes rolling so far back you could probably see the way Yoongi’s smirking at your ass if your dumbfounded mush of a brain wasn’t in the way.
Again, and again, you milk his cock for all it’s worth, spurning him into gripping your bouncing hips with rough hands and faster strokes. Laughs and conversations seep through the door at your side, but you can’t make out a thing as you garble,
“Yoongi, please—”
“One more.”
“I can’t—”
“Don’t play dumb,” he tuts. “You won’t hustle me a second time.”
Busted.
Your pout quickly stretches into a devilish curve instead, and you hear his sound of approval before you brag,
“I spent all that already, by the way.”
Air whizzes past your ears as you’re hoisted upwards, and your mirth reverberates as you’re spun and shoved into the sink, cheap laminate bruising your back.
Yoongi must also be remembering the time your pussy sucked the soul out of him. After you both made a bet that you couldn’t beat someone’s record time making him come.
You won half of his prize money that night.
And that was the night he won the entire thing.
“You’re lucky I respect it,” he snarls, sweaty fingers gripping your chin as he slings a leg over his pelvis. When he grins, you wanna lick the white off his teeth. “And you’re lucky I made it back the next night.”
Oh, shit. Did he really?
Battle rap events usually stack so that everyone gets a chance. How did he get invited back the same weekend?
Well, other than being a monster on the mic. There’s a reason you can’t stay away from him, and you may or may not admit you get turned on by how effortlessly ruthless he is.
Lips smushed, you ask with genuine curiosity, “You won again?”
Yoongi lightly smacks your cheek, chuckling when you grit out a moan. “Nah. The sponsors loved me,” he claims, finally bringing a hand down to guide himself back inside. “So they paid me to come back.”
“Sick,” you praise through a grunt, fully catching his eyes for the first time tonight. Pushing past the way he fills you so fantastically, you huff out, “That doesn’t happen on south side.”
“So I’ve heard.”
“Yeah, apparently west and east side do it a lot. Especially with that guy Randa—”
“Fuck Randa.”
Ah, so Yoongi knows him? You haven’t ventured into the west scene yet, but the one thing you know about it is that dude’s name.
So he must be a beast.
Especially if Gloss himself had some choice words.
At this little slip of emotion, you don’t hide your smirk at all. “Oh? Maybe I will if that’s how you feel.”
The sudden possessive shove of his cock into your folds is delightful, your high giggle pinging off the bathroom walls.
“Fuck whoever you want, princess,” he chides right against your lips. “You’ll always come back to me.”
“Duh.” You flick your tongue over his plush. “You wouldn’t last a week without me anyway.”
Yoongi pushes into you again, stare heavy and coaxing butterflies from your belly. “I’d manage.”
“As if.”
But even through the pleasure, you still wonder. How are you both having a regular conversation right now? This never happens with him. You’ve wanted it to, but there simply hasn’t been any talk when he’s involved.
The high from your orgasm compounds with this strange feeling that you turn a little playful.
“What I meant was…” Fingernail poking his tank, you joke with a sly curve, “Guess you must be like, good or whatever.”
When he looks down, you childishly swoop your finger up to bump his nose. “Ha. Loser.”
Predictably, Yoongi pauses before only his eyes raise, suppressed emotions hiding behind long dark strands. “Really.”
And even though you felt him twitch in your core, you’ll spare him. “I don’t make the rules.”
You think this is when he’ll start ramming into you again, because none of the times you’ve hooked up ever lasted this long. It’s always been quick with him, and never in any other place other than bathrooms or broom closets.
Which isn’t bad. Just a pattern you’ve noticed.
But Yoongi huffs in amusement before shaking his head. “Since when were you this weird?”
“Wow, rude?” Your scoff is full of mock annoyance. “I’ve always been this way.”
It’s just that no one’s taken the time to get to know you.
“But you’re so…”
All they care about is one thing.
Which, granted, is the same in your case.
It just gets a bit lonely sometimes.
Offering to finish for him to stiff arm any more incoming awkwardness, you blurt, “Hot? Slutty?”
“Fast.”
Oh.
Did you both just assume the other person wanted it over and done with?
That’s entirely possible considering the first time it happened lasted a grand total of three minutes. Max.
“I mean…” You lean back on your palms, not caring to adjust your very mussed top because your chest finally snags all of Yoongi’s attention. How he’s still hard inside of you is a complete mystery. “I don’t just fuck, you know.”
“And here I thought we were similar,” he teases, groaning through his teeth when you roll on his dick. Again.
And again.
Of course you’re both similar. The only difference is that people dub this guy a sex god and you’re an easy lay.
But you won’t get into that with him. Not now and probably not ever since you don’t dare even label Yoongi a friend.
Panting, you observe him watching your movements as you switch the subject, “You fucked that one sponsor chick for the invite, huh.”
And he takes the out hilariously quick,
“Both of them.”
Of course. Your head kicks back in laughter, remembering that there were two people running the event instead of one.
Truthfully, you would’ve paid to see that.
“Can’t stand you,” you lie, the way you chuckle as he slaps one of your tits saying otherwise.
“Good.”
As he rubs a rough thumb over a nipple, an announcement blares over deejay scratches and cheers, tugging both of your eyes to the door.
Before things quickly devolve into how they always go.
When you arch forward, his lips devour your breast; when you rock your hips into his, the groans against your chest make you feel alive.
Your nails claw through his hair before you can’t decide if you wanna rake them through his shoulders or his neck. Here, there, everywhere you can grab, you take hold.
Suddenly, Yoongi clutches the top of your skirt before thrusting in hard, and his laugh when you whine out a curse strikes your soul. “It’s better that way.”
It’s always better that way.
“Agreed,” you murmur, eyes flickering to the janky ceiling before sighing out, “I think they just said your name.”
“Mm.”
He plunges into you so hard you see his impish curve imprinted among the stars.
“Then hurry up, mami. Gimme one more for luck.”
MAMI
“Who’s on the menu tonight?”
You hum while peering into your mirror—a much cleaner, brighter mirror than the one you were pressed against a couple weeks ago. “That nice guy I’ve been seeing at the gym.”
“Wait, what? Are you going on a date date?”
“Hobi,” you giggle, loving your roommate very much despite the way he just forgets sometimes. “We went through this already.”
“So… Is that a yes, or.” His laugh blurts out when you throw a middle finger next to your head. “Okay, okay! You can just say it, you know.”
“I just”—you spot check your makeup before vacating your vanity stool—“You know me. I never do dates.”
As Hobi leans back on your bed, the way his hot pink robe matches your comforter makes you highly amused. Almost amused enough that you don’t react to his nosy question,
“Nervous?”
Extremely.
“Uhm,” you start, all pretenses dropping at the sight of his cocked brow. “A bit.”
Springing up, your roommate pads over and rests thin palms over even thinner straps of your sundress.
“What’s got you nervous, love?”
Pouting, you look out your window before your chin is gently swiveled back forward. Thankful for his insistence, you confess to the only guy that you feel like you can trust,
“What if I like him?”
The laugh you get is full of disbelief and pity. “That’s what you’re worried about? Really?”
When you nod, he chuckles again, but it’s smaller. And more understanding than the first.
“Pathetic, right.”
“No, no no,” Hobi starts, sliding his hands down to warm your biceps before squeezing. When he pauses, his expression gives his thoughts away before he can utter them. “Well, a little.”
“Hoseok.”
“But! Only because you’re making it seem that way.” He squeezes again before sitting back down on your bed. “If you just let things happen without thinking, isn’t that better?”
Does he really have to flop down to rest his head on his palms? Now?
Talk about not thinking.
Whatever. You didn’t expect Hoseok to do that, but he looks hot, so you’ll let it slide.
And you don’t shy away from his silk-covered package before retorting, “Says you.”
“Me? I overthink. That’s different.”
“How!”
“Don’t think about it.”
When he winks, you both laugh, and his grin slowly devolves into a smirk before he motions you over with a mere head cock.
And you gladly oblige.
Because your dynamic with Hobi still hasn’t changed.
Slowly, you arrive at his knees before mounting the bed at his hips, being steadied over his pelvis as he keeps his prone position.
“You look hot as fuck, you know.”
“Mmhmm.”
“He’s gonna like you for sure.”
“Naturally.”
“So what if you end up liking him, too?”
As he smoothes a hand over the side of your ass, you purse your lips in thought. “Uhh… Feelings? I guess?”
“You can have those, babe.”
“Not mine,” you correct, knowing yours are too fucked up to share with anyone. Which is exactly why you’re all for the so-called fast title that Yoongi clipped onto your persona. “His.”
Does the lifestyle you chose come with regrets? Yeah. Complications? Also yes. But at least those hurt less than the regrets and complications actual relationships come with.
You’re just fine with how things are.
Which is why you’re scared about seeing Namjoon, because he seems like the type that wants something steady. If you end up liking him, you’re gonna have to choose between options that are vastly different in color.
Despite all that, you still said yes when he asked you out at the gym last week—while you were drenched, bare-faced, and wincing from the last set you completed to failure.
Why did you say yes anyway? What drew you in to this guy?
“If you’re scared of hurting his feelings, then just tell him straight-up,” Hobi advises, pulling you back to the present. “Guys won’t know shit unless you spell it out.”
Looking down at his perfect features, you fake disbelief, asking the most rhetorical question in existence, “You mean you can’t just read our minds?”
“Baby, we can’t even figure out our own, let alone yours.”
“You said it.” Fully reassured, you rest on Hoseok’s chest, careful to not smudge your face on his clothes. “…Pity fuck if the date goes wrong?”
“Of course.”
Your chuckle is soft. “Thank you.”
“Now get up,” he orders, smacking your ass so perfectly that it offends you. “Before I give you another necklace.”
“Hoseok!” When his cackles follow you up as you stand, your jaw cannot hinge back in. “Goddamn, you’re bad.”
“Not as bad as you,” he says, following you out of your room. “Mami.”
That goddamn nickname.
Hobi knows it’s a common term. And he knows it’s one you hear from multiple people, especially on south side. Literally nothing new or groundbreaking.
But he also knows it makes you unwell because of one specific person. Because you confessed that you didn’t expect it from them during a fuck and it made you weak in the knees.
Which caused the same motherfucker to say it over, and over, and over again.
Fucking Yoongi.
Why the hell is it only potent when he says it?
The psychology of that needs to be studied yet you will completely refuse to be a subject.
After checking to make sure you have everything, you fish out your phone to double-check the address before calling a ride.
“Where is it at?”
“Some restaurant on west side.”
“Damn, all the way over there?”
“I’m okay with it,” you assure him, inwardly wincing at the cost on your screen.
Virtually anything on west side is far from your condo, but that’s partly why you’re alright with going. As much as you get around, you don’t prefer taking people back to your place.
Besides. No one needs to know where you live unless you really fuck with them.
And it’s only happened twice.
Hoseok’s unconvinced reply cuts your thoughts in two,
“Alright… Well. Lemme know if you end up somewhere else tonight.”
Smiling, you offer him a warm look, positive that his lean against the kitchen wall would put models to shame. “I always do.”
“What did I say earlier?”
“Spell it out for him.”
“Okay, good.”
When you grin, he does, too.
And you hope this Namjoon guy at least does well with words.
Turns out, he does a fucking splendid job with them.
At least, the things this man is saying has you absolutely melting under dim lights, and you haven’t even gotten your drinks yet.
“You look damn nice tonight, by the way,” he mentions with a dip of his head, fiddling with his napkin and giving you an upsettingly perfect view of his fingers. “I feel underdressed as hell.”
Underdressed? Looking around, you feel like you’re the one that dressed way too formal and you’re in a damn sundress.
You should’ve known, though. The restaurant that Namjoon chose occupies one of the few streets known for its laid-back, easy-going fare. Even you have heard of its unique charm and you reside quite a ways away.
Before you respond, you remember how you arrived, checking around the small space before spotting him in a booth. And while you loved the lax way he dressed, you were even more charmed when he got out just to greet you with a cheek kiss.
And the night has been so pleasant that you forget to be worried.
“Why? I mean, thank you, but why?”
Namjoon gives his sweatpants-covered thighs a glance. “I dunno. You just look bossed up and I’m like, your errand boy.”
Your mirthy disbelief leaks out of your grin before he can finish. Watching a nearby table point at their menus to order, you go along with his compliments,
“I mean, I could use an assistant…”
He only smiles at his hands. “Order me around anytime.”
Cute.
Maybe that’s why you’re drawn to this guy.
Even though he’s huge and can lift like a motherfucker, there’s a soft side that he’s got no shame showing.
Also, as the night goes on, you quickly discover more traits you rarely come across.
Curious, suave, humble—all of them surprise you in the best way. He’s already let you talk much more than he has, and the two of you have debated on not one, but three topics. Including one that you would have left his ass for if you both weren’t on the same page.
“Okay, so we agree.”
“Yes,” he responds in relief. “Definitely would’ve rethought this whole thing if we didn’t.”
“Uhh, yeah, because I would’ve walked out and let you pay for everything.”
“Damn!” Fuck, his grin is charming. “And I would’ve paid it, too.”
Laughing—and realizing that you’re doing that a lot tonight—you rest a hand on his shoulder, “No, no, I wouldn’t do that to you.”
Fuck, he’s solid.
“Wait, I’m getting us this time, though.”
“Yeah?”
Holding a round glass up to his lips, he coolly adds,
“And next time, too.”
Well.
There’s no way you’re saying no to that.
“To next time,” you offer, clinking cups and taking a nice sip of your wine.
Things end with both of you just having dinner—a concept so foreign that it makes you wonder if he wanted something more than a second date.
But judging by the times he kept stealing glances and the way his curve stayed at a slant, it’s an open and shut case.
It’s always a bit crowded in the front few rows, so it doesn’t bother you to hang back for the first time in awhile.
Besides, you’re a little late from your date anyway.
Since nothing else happened with Namjoon—he had to leave pretty quick—you determined that you could make it to another Gloss smackdown.
After you greet all the people and bodyguards hanging around the front doors, you arrive downstairs just in time to hear the deejay ushering everyone in.
And based on what you hear, it seems like Yijeong’s got extra volume in his mic tonight.
“Alright, alright, let’s give it up for our two up here, yeah?”
Everyone cheers as you clap to yourself, leaning against a chilly column and ignoring the stares your outfit gets.
The stage looks quite different from back here, with its huddled occupants talking amongst themselves. While you watch both crews laughing and standing around, you wonder what it would be like to support Yoongi from up there instead of on the ground.
You really would if he wanted you to.
“I don’t have to introduce either one but I’m gonna do it anyway. Cus that’s the rules or whatever and they both deserve some love. Give it up for my man K Shine!”
You aren’t familiar with him but you support anyway. A tiny whoop leaves your mouth as a big portion of the room shouts, and you watch as the guy nods to the people that came to see him.
“Oh, we’re showing out, okay. Alright, now let’s hear it for my guy Gloss!”
In contrast, your energy evolves tenfold, and you gladly yell with the rest of the floor as Yoongi stays piercing the ground at his feet.
This guy.
Still the same routine.
You always muse that he could look into the crowd once in awhile, especially since his audience is steadily growing.
If they ever saw his smile, maybe more people would be drawn in wait is he looking up this time?
Wait.
Despite there being rows and rows between you and the stage, you don’t miss the slight shift in his demeanor. It almost looks like he’s scanning the people in front.
What’s he doing? Is he looking for something? Someone?
…He’s not looking for you, is he?
You’re there quite often and always in the same area, but you didn’t think Yoongi would really notice or be checking for you right now.
…But is he?
Before you can think any further, the quick blares of an airhorn shove your thoughts away.
“K Shine, you win the toss,” the middle man on stage announces. Fuck, you think you’d know his name by now, he’s been here a lot ever since the first guy disappeared. “What you got.”
When the man answers, he stares right at Yoongi’s hooded head, fire flaring up the walls already,
“Mister Big House, Big Car, Big Rings can go first.”
Oh.
He—
You really fucking regret not being in the front now.
Immediately, the whole room ooh’s, with the middle man pursing his lips and giving the two opponents space.
Light illuminates the whole stage as both sides back up a bit, heavy cameras set to roll and some feedback ringing through the musty air.
And you wait with bated breath as the crowd goes quiet.
Heart stilling as Yoongi holds a mic right up to his lips.
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tbc :)))
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my personal spiral down the rabbit hole that is the prosenna tag on tumblr led me to read 'the power and the glory' by david sedgwick and. well. i had a lot of thoughts. well, mostly feelings, but they're still thoughts, and because i am an impulsive being with no self-restraint i am going to share them with the rest of you guys. expect a lot of rambling and incoherent sentences and jumbled rants that make no sense. may the forza be with you.
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thots while reading tpatg alain: im kinda boring compared to ayrton hehe also alain: *forges weekend pass for funsies to pursue racing* babes pls bfsfr
sneaky little shit (affectionate)
i love how david consistently refers to alain as a "little french guy" like yes he is tiny yes he is smol yes you are mentioning it at opportunity given tf
not them never failing to mention his nose too like ok doja cat i see you
he is a nailbiter thats so cute
"Who could not possibly warm to a man who chooses to call his yacht Wet Dreams?" me tf
"Who is the Prost asshole anyway?" girl bye 😭😭
"Shit, I have to take care of this guy!" and just like that, prosenna was born
"Water, water everywhere" must be the water
senna after a rainy monaco race: i win! f1: um, i think tf not
i know people (read: ladies) thought senna was the shit back in the day but like that was kinda weird to read ngl
tyrell + the media: the french won the french race led by french people because of some french rando waving the flag so the french is to blame! ickx: im actually belgian tyrell: i dont give a FUCK keisha!
them: we call racism! prost: pls i just want to go home and sleep
"Alain Prost. That name again." yes ho the same guy you put up posters of on the walls of your childhood bedroom we know
"Had the driver not been able to extricate himself from the burning wreck, he might well have ended up a Brazilian marshmallow." this is funny to me im sorry
"That most residents are unable to distinguish a Nelson Piquet from a Nelson Mandela hardly matters." LMFAOOOO GET REKT
man f nelson me and my homies hate nelson (senna momentarily possessed me during this idk what to tell y'all)
"Rosberg, Alboreto, Lauda, Piquet, Mansell, they will all cross swords with the Lotus protégé in 1985, but there’s just one driver who Senna is gunning for, one driver that matters: Alain Prost."
cue that one The Office meme: OH MY GOD ITS HAPPENING EVERYBODY STAY CALM (whats the procedure man whats the procedure?) STAY FUCKING CALM
senna documentary 2004: anything senna says, the opposite happens the power and the glory: anything alain says, it happens right so, alain, im gonna need you to say "senna is alive" so that the fcker will come back from the dead and i can interview him to filth with a stick thank yeww
elio: *wins grand prix because alain's car was underweight* wtf just happened
not ferrari ferarri-ing in 1985.
must be the water
'Alain giggles. Selina blushes. Others cringe.' others was senna and me btw
"It is not enough though. Only one thing will quench his thirst: to be acclaimed the undisputed king of his chosen sport, a title currently held by a certain Frenchman." my reaction to this was not in fact normal
"Ayrton Senna had just become public enemy number one." first time?
"When he predicted Senna would take ‘at least ten poles this year’, as usual Prost had been right on the money. Poles will come all too easily, wins less so." i love it when shit he says becomes real
"...back in the McLaren pit in company with that rarely seen creature, Madame Prost." MAMA PROST?!?!!? oh no wait its his wife. MADEMOISELLE PROST?!?!?
prost: i am the best, i am number one senna: and i took that personally
crazy ass nutting because the car felt good 😭😭 1988 equivalent of "shit so good made my dih hard" dawg what 😭 inchident #1
"‘It’s not fair! It’s not fair! It’s my turn!’ By now Ayrton is on the point of eruption." relax ho
mind games aint even start yet and he was already acting up
alain rein it in a bit hes boutta go feral
i need to remind myself that they hated each other's ass back in the day
"Enzo Ferrari is senile. Nigel Mansell thick, his wife ugly and Senna gay." DAMN i just started reading part two calm down 😭 senna is, btw, for prost i mean. the psychosexual obsession tag in ao3 is not there for show yknow
"Maybe they have also found their own worst nightmares: each other." strap on mfs this is where it truly begins
tpatg: there's rain in this race me: *immediately knows who the winner is* i take it back alain won HHAHAHHAHAHA
"Four years later, it still hurts." meanwhile prost absolutely dgaf abt that race bro LET IT GO
"I’m going to blitz him …" this ho's motto for life. what you gonna do when he aint on the grid no more, huh, kill yourself? ...too soon?
dawg everytime piquet is not having a good time senna possesses me and dunks on his ahh like pls stop hating vicariously through me bro 😭😭 like whens it gonna be alains turn to possess me 😔
"Three races into their partnership and already the two drivers are watching one another’s every move like a couple of eagles, worried lest the other man should gain even the slightest of advantages." ong they just don play abt each other 😭😭
that paragraph of piquet's yacht just casually inserted in the middle of a prosenna monologue felt like an "and bumblebee!" ahh moment
the girls are fighting
i know it aint so (tf is this miss yeehaw bad boy all the way across the fcking sky ahh grammar) but like i cant help but imagine senna speaking telepathically to his bestie berger in the back like 'mate i need you to defend tf against him pls its important shit like this give me an immense ego boost as well as an immense boner pls' and berger's just *thumbs up*
"I’m going to lap Alain Prost! At Monaco!" i just know his dih was hard the entire race. inchident #2
"Until an encounter with the Portier corner, that is." the ho just had to one up his teammate now didnt he
ayrton: *in a fucking mental crisis* alain: :P ✌️
i cant believe i just addressed senna by his first name tf
me as i continue to read senna's parts in tpatg: *with dawning horror of the realization* oh no... oh no... he's just like me fr...
who i wish i was like: alain prost who i really am: ayrton senna i will be back within three business days... let me recover from this first
"As for the shining light at sea and the compelling urge to follow its aura into oblivion – that he keeps to himself." not the foreshadowing
on a much funnier lighter note that could've been alain chanting "pls crash pls crash pls crash pls crash pls crash' in his head and then it suddenly manifesting lmaoooo
"‘Psychologically, this was an important win for me,’ grins Prost afterwards." its all about the mind games for these hoes now isnt it
aw nostalgia <3<3<3<3
little man word count: lost count
idk the outcome of this race (yet) so im going to pretend that this is happening just now for me instead of 30 plus years ago, so im keeping my fingers crossed and hoping that alain wins or outqualifies senna at least lol.
im scared to read the next lines lmao.
"I have to be as close to perfection as possible because Alain is always like that too – close to perfection." bro just admitted in front of the whole wide world that alain is the shit. just say youre gay for each other, kiss and move on. god these two keep making me feel things
"‘So Senna says he has to be perfect because of me,’ smiles Prost in response. ‘I’m facing the same situation – I have to be perfect because of him. He wants the championship and he wants to beat me. No problem between him and me. He is quicker and I have no excuses, but honestly I don’t think he is that much quicker.’" i cant explain it but alain is giving it girl here like yas queen slayyy. i love my sneaky little psychological tormentor
"His objective is clear: break Prost’s heart in front of his home crowd." and his back— WHAT WHO SAID THAT
rahhh the girls are FIGHTING fighting ts giving me goosebumps i feel like im watching the race itself
lmao he forgot hes a mclaren driver. its giving carlos missing the williams pit in 2025
YALL TS MAKING ME NUT BRO IM PULLING AN INCHIDENT #1 ONG IT GOT ME SO HYPE
ron: economy mode! prosenna: f the economy i gotta put this ho in the wall first
its funny how nelsons much more interested in them fighting than in winning a race. its giving that one meme where two guys are beating each other up in the back and then one guy is just posing chill in front of them. nelson 'this is what i like to see!' ahh piquet
OH MY GOD HE TOOK THE LEAD OHMYGODOHMYGODOH MY GOD HOLY SHIT HOW MANY MORE INCHIDENTS AM I GOING TO EXPERIENCE
HE WON HOLY SHIT THIS IS THE NUT OF MY LIFE HE ACTUALLY DID IT VIVE LA FRANCE YALL KNOW WHAT IM SAYING LIKE no cus fr im actually getting insane goosebumps rn. tears in my alain prost eyes.
the last line of the french grand prix chapter: Round seven to the Professor. me: slay the first line of the next chapter, the italian grand prix: Prost is finished! Prost is a coward! me: wtf what the hell is this whiplash
if this book so much as mentions a 'wet race' i immediately think of senna, like you cannot lie he is the undisputed master of the rain fr
genuine question why is senna called a young pretender. what he pretending to be, straight? mb mb
"Can anyone stop Senna?" yes me lmfaoooo
"‘It’s over. Ayrton is the new world champion. He deserves it,’ declares Prost after his team-mate takes a facile victory in Belgium – his seventh win of the year." i know for a fact senna started giggling, twirling his hair and kicking his feet when he heard that
damn the number of times alain finished second to senna? i know bro mustve been on a power trip then. fck me i cannot get the idea of him having such an huge ego blast that he starts nutting out of my head. this is all haruchimaki's fault
"...back then, the world champion was decided on the number of wins not points." *immediately starts counting how many wins prosenna has*
"For the first time in a while, the Italian squad believe." was 1988 also the last time they believed? lewis is starting to throw a fit dawg someone save the 2025 ferrari
"...unable to accept being bettered by the younger, hungrier man?" ayo haha lets not insinuate now hold on
"They are hoping, praying for a miracle. Forza Ferrari!" literally the tifosi rn hahhahah
ohohh shit the girly's plotting. i love it when he does that dawg
"Prost can afford to smile: his team-mate has taken the bait." ooooh you devious little man!
not me praying for berger to win
God bless the french LMAOOOO
nah cus alain definitely manifested that, he was like, 'if im not the one who will take senna down today, at least please let it be another french' and it was another french HAHAHAHAH bless you jean-louis
"‘No problem,’ replies Ayrton. ‘I had enough fuel to last.’" i know alain is smiling behind his hand under the guise of biting his nails lmaooo a win is a win
"Not long after that infamous day at Monza where he played such an unwitting role, Jean-Louis will marry the ex-wife of tennis legend Bjorn Borg. Among the guests will be one Alain Prost." bro really said 'gotta pay my respects to my homeboy for ruining my rivals day' HAHAHHAHA
"...fumed a victorious Prost post-race before disappearing into the McLaren motorhome for a ‘chat’ with a very sheepish team-mate.'" oh so the ho actually knows how to be self-aware. this is so me i cannot— STOP SHOWING SIGNS OF BEING MY KIN DAMMIT for some reason though all i can think of is small alain going off at senna pissed off and all and then ayrton is just 'blah blah blah proper name place name backstory stuff' good material for the femprost fic im brewing in my head hehheheeh
"...but are Honda manipulating the outcome of the world championship?" nah its just alain manifesting. pop off queen
nobody hates the french more than the french
"Besides, Balestre has long been thought of as a little unhinged – a garlic-breathing megalomaniac who just happens to wear a blazer." so what that does make mbs?
"...sleep-deprived Prost..." probs the only time i'll ever relate to the guy 😭
"Where’s the fire? Answer: In Alain’s pants!" wtf i just flipped back to the tpatg tab on my laptop and this is the first sentence i see 😭😭😭
little man word count: still lost count. david just loves referring to alain as short now doesnt he. like we get it hes a short king but come on
"Race morning and the bright skies gradually start to disappear behind a cloak of grey. Perhaps this is the moment that Alain Prost knows the 1988 world championship will be heading for Brazil. On a dry track the Frenchman reckons he is more than capable of holding his own, but on a wet surface …" aw hecks nahh its a wet race even alain knows who boutta win this gp we're severely cooked.
something about the fact that senna is good at rainy races makes me feel giddy though idk i just think its pretty neat
"Not a chance in hell." oh shit its about to go down
"The rain is coming, so too a Brazilian rain master." shiiieeeet this made me hype idk why idk i guess i just love rain races and people who master them im sorry alain its just really cool that hes a pro at ts cant help it
yup its a wet race ayrtons obviously winning. guess im on a first name basis with him now. eh, hes sort of earned it
"I made a special effort to be close to Alain" i love taking sentences out of context hehehehhehe
im starting to think ayrton's kink is breaking alain mentally like that guy gets off that shit fr fr can confirm i am ayrton senna
"They all knew that Alain and I were fighting for the championship and I expected them to be nicer about letting us by, but no." my guy really said 'can you guys not im trying to beat the love of my life here'
bro just cry about anything, whether he loses or wins damn
"By turns swearing, weeping, choking, and babbling, their man has become insensible. As he rounds the final corner, Senna gasps in astonishment. There, filling the heavens, is the face of … Christ! The driver becomes hysterical. F***! F***! F***! Both arms flung out of his cockpit, Senna finally takes the flag." he is so dramatic and so me i will never come to terms with this
"‘I would like to thank McLaren and Honda…’ begins an emotional winner, before adding archly, ‘for the big improvement in my car over the last two races.’" HES STILL HOLDING A GRUDGE this asshat i swear stop that youre being too relatable stop it alain pls come back im scared
"There is just one unoccupied seat – directly behind Prost. Senna sits down and proceeds to nibble on the smoked salmon. ‘Hey, you were so far behind me, I felt sorry for you …’ From the adjacent table, Alain Prost has swung around and now rests his hand on his team-mate’s shoulder, ‘… so I let you catch up!’ Much laughter. Senna smiles: ‘That’s very kind of you, because I was just about ready to give up!’ The two gladiators laugh. It is a rare moment of accord, one that will never again be repeated." i... no word for this moment tf? its giving george and max having to sit next to each other at the driver's dinner but george moves his chair far away, but neither of the two here did that obviously, they just sat next to each other. no seriously, the fact that ayrton's seat is directly behind alains? nah fate design ts fr. and they laughing at each other? they're actually sharing a smile and laughing? see me in the air rn boy. see me in the air rn. unbelieveble. and fym it'll never be repeated?? hecks nah man this shit give me the tingles it HAS to repeat. but then again its one of the most intense rivalries to date lets be fr
the number of times i had to give myself a reality check is insane
"No retreat, no surrender." the book of life reference (not i just had to say it)
its not enough for them to win physically noooo they just HAVE to win mentally too
"‘I wanted to win this one to prove a point,’ grins Alain as he and Senna embrace on the podium." THEY EMBRACED I REPEAT THEY EMBRACED I CAN NOW RETIRE IN THE ARMS OF MY BED IN PEACE
"... A watershed moment." what does this mean. is it going to be a wet race? david what does this mean?! help!
"Five years into the future, on a grim May afternoon in 1994, the circuit will bear witness to the sport’s darkest weekend." there was no need to drop this bombshell man come on i was just enjoying their rivalry
"He had been impulsive, they say. He needs to know when to back off, they say." he also needs to know when to stop being obsessed with his team mate like oml most of their spats is because he just has to beat him or he will dnf a nut come on man
"Indeed, on Friday afternoon the Amalfi coastline looks anything but a tourist haven as a band of black cloud appears, stubbornly refusing to return from whence it has come." ANOTHER WET RACE OH MY GOD i just love wet races man its the most entertaining kind of race ever
"It is Gerhard Berger though who snatches provisional pole in the dying moments of the session. Perhaps Ferrari are back in the game after all. Gerhard shrugs: ‘Too early to say. Let’s see.’" our humble king. live laugh love gerhard
"Ferrari have flattered to deceive. Last year McLaren scored a crushing one-two victory and there is every reason to believe that history will once more repeat itself." i was so engrossed in the prosenna battle that i forgot that there is also a wcc and was immensely whiplashed by this lmao
"We should not risk an accident tomorrow. Prost and I should make an agreement: not to cause an accident at the first corner. After the first corner though … The pact of San Marino is thus conceived. 'What do you think? Is it a good idea?’ Prost pulls on his overalls. He has to admit, his team-mate’s proposal makes sense, quite a lot of sense. ‘D’accord. We do not overtake until after the first corner.’ The two men shake hands. Whoever makes the better start come 2pm will have immunity – until the second corner that is." they... actually agreed??? on something?? crazy absolutely crazy i cant believe this is real
"Sunday starts with a bang – a literal one as Berger’s Ferrari catapults into the concrete wall at Tamburello at an estimated 170mph, bursts into flames and then proceeds to ricochet along the wall for a further 100 metres. Race stopped." im telling you guys that corner is evil. tamburello is cursed yall
senna went back on his word oh my god i am on the floor while my heart rate is in the air these two are trying to kill me istg
"The little man feels betrayed." i dont know what moves me to say aww about this, but aww. little alain throwing a tantrum. *deep breath* AYRTON I TOLD YOU TO STOP POSSESSING ME DAMMIT IM GOING TO CRASH OUT STOP IT
and embarassed senna makes a return. i swear hes doing it on purpose so that alain wold yell at him again. i know what you are. we kin after all. no i have not come to terms with it yet
"Ron Dennis can only look on impotently. The McLaren chief senses the stench of civil war in the air. Going on 18 months he has gone out of his way to keep both men happy – a trick that has required the diplomacy of Henry Kissinger, the patience of Mother Teresa and the psychological knowhow of Sigmund Freud." pov ron: pls God im not your strongest soldier pls knock some sense into these idiots pls
"I’m thinking of quitting for good,’ announces Prost." so pissy he’s about to quit. you absolute diva this is not the time to say periodt.
"Though ostensibly a test, today’s meeting is a rather elaborate marriage guidance session between his two superstar drivers, with Ron cast as marriage guidance counsellor." TS HAD ME SCREECHING AHAHHAHAAAAAAAAAA DAVID!!! DAVID KNOWS WHATS UP HE KNOWS THESE SNEAKY AHH BTCHES ARE BASICALLY AN OLD BICKERING MARRIED COUPLE WE LOVE TO SEE IT
Im scared for ron LMAOOOOOO i hope his marriage counselling works
IT WORKED HAHAHAHHA YOU SNEAKY HO HAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA GOOD OLD DENNIS TFFFFF his plan was to make them angry at him instead of each other and it. FUCKIN. WORKED. HAHHAHAHAHHAH OH MY GOODDDDD
Im commentating on their fighting like im watching a reality tv show what the hell lmaoooo. the divorce has begun.
DAWGGG THE DIVORCE. THE DIVORCE IS HAPPENING AAAA IM WATCHING IT ABOUT TO BEGIN AND IT HURTS NOT EVEN ONE SENTENCE INTO THE STORY AND ITS HURTING ME AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
"‘I am very careful to control what I say,’ Ayrton tells the veteran journalist, ‘because I see the danger of damaging other people.’" bfsfr rn boy bfssssssssssssfr rn you aint been controlling sHIT in yo past seasons lets be honest
this is the part where he starts referring to him as frances baixinho lmaoooo
nelson’s still here? Lmaoooo i forgot he still existed lolol
hi jamesss
bro was losing so hard he thinks his only way out is by literally having an out of body experience im creasinggg
"Racing – winning – is everything to Ayrton Senna, almost." almost was not enough apparently he lives and breathes and nuts on that shit
oh my gad. he left. hes in ze ferrari. waeouw. supearb. i am now saying my prayers. hows senna doing.
dawg i feel bad for alain like im the one being beaten by senna pls ferrari work well for my guy before you start ferrari-ing again pls pls
oh theyre still teammates lmaooooo i thought alain had already left
"Prost rolls his eyes…" ok divaaaaa
"Poor Alain, so sad to see a great champion looking for excuses. A shame." poor alain is right babes stand upp quit moping and get to workk
oh my god whenever theyd go wheel to wheel im on the edge of my seat its like im watching a replay even though im not im just reading 😭😭😭
BOOMSHAKALAKAAA YES GAWDDD. YESSSS. im sorry ayrton but a win is a win. a win is a win.
…oop. he broke the trophy. relax!! you can get a new one made ron calm down. eughh i can feel alain’s sheepishness through my laptop screen grr. i can almost see senna smirking about small satisfactions and small victories in small battles, and, honestly, understandable, he's had a shite day
not the fisa adding fuel to the fire 😭😭😭
oh my god the next chapter is suzuka 89 😭😭😭 stop the planet im getting off
"‘So, when he retires yet again from the next race at Estoril, some fear for Senna’s sanity. ‘Who put the f***ing right-rear wheel on? Who?’" about damn time he starts getting pissy honestly
"Prost does not even figure in his calculations, not anymore." holy shit this is rare as fuck somebody write it down and take a picture
"‘Both men, believe you me, are driving on the very edge of their personal abilities,’ remarks James Hunt in the BBC commentary booth.’" AHHHH james you dont even know the HALF of it. asdfagaj ts got me scaling my wallss tffff
im scared i cant read im scared its the same with the french grand prix so im pretending it happens for this first time this year instead of 30 plus years ago somebody help
"‘Senna could lull Prost into a false sense of security,’ muses James Hunt, as prescient as ever. ‘He could then catch him unawares,’ adds the Brit.’" PERIODT!!! PE. RI. ODTTT!! OH MY GOD.
im scared for the next line oh my god senna is going to try something i just know it i swear if this is the part where they crash i will ascend good motherfuckin bye
"Had not Alain promised not to open the door this weekend?" dont count on it girl he motherfuckin hates you now dont count on it. theyre going to crash arent they? Shit.
and they crashed. i knew it. i. motherfuckin knew it. i *clap* knew *clap* it. I KNEW IT. SABIA. LO SABIA. i cant with these motherfuckers i swear
oh hes playing dirty rrr i love to see it. DONT EVER CALL YOURSELF BORING AGAIN ALAIN YOURE A SNEAKY LITTLE SHIT AND YOU KNOW IT
IT WAS GOING SO WELL TFFFFFF
AAAAAAAAAAA I CANT READ THE REST IM TOO HYPE RN IM GOING TO TAKE A SHOWER TO COOL OFF AND THEN COME BACK ISTG
(im back btches) HE DIDNT WIN HE WAS DISQUALIFIED RR. hooo okay we can calm down. neither won so im kinda disappointed but at least my heart can relax we can calm down ayrton is pissy ngl i would be too just kin things but i dont care we can calm down. God the hos werent lying this WAS their most heated moment. hooo gave me goose bumps fr so much i had to take a shower before continuing
"Senna v Balestre: the immovable object v the irresistible force." not ayrton always beefing with the french ho relax
"‘What the f***! This is ridiculous!’ Senna is on his feet, Dennis too. ‘Mr Senna, sit down! Sit down!’ He will not and does not. The driver is incensed. ‘You screwed me at Monaco and now you’re screwing me again!’ Accusations fly on both sides. With emotions running high, the hearing threatens to descend into chaos. Dennis and his legal team are taken aback: ‘Like preparing a case of shoplifting, and then being hit with charges of rape and manslaughter!’ says a shocked CEO of McLaren International. Judgement deferred.’" SHIT they fighting in the fia courts too 😭😭😭 the only thing im worried about though is the backlash alain is going to get for this im so scared for my queen somebody please protect him
"Given the vibes that had not been entirely unexpected." me when im reading tpatg
"‘They are treating me like a criminal,’ Senna tells the press, eyes moistening, the voice trembling." stop the whiplash that im getting this is where the media starts portraying alain as the villain isnt it? aw hecks nah man i cant do ts anymore. on the flip side, STOP DOING THINGS I WOULD DO DAMMIT SENNA PLEASE WE’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO RELATE TO EACH OTHER FUCK
"Nigel Mansell wades in too when he describes a ‘certain individual’ who has ‘got away with so much in the past and now it has come to a head’." nigel comin through my man thats my homeboy right there
"‘The sonofabitch blocked me!’ hisses the Brazilian. ‘He did it on purpose!’" i get insane whiplash whenever hed swear man
"Berger (and of course) Prost are adamant the race should not start and say just that." oh so now his bestie up against him too everybody just a senna opp atp
"While all around him heads are lost, Senna remains in his car with all the serenity of one who has found peace within. Now to put the plan into action." nahhh now im trippin immensely. he thinks of alain as such a sore loser when he is one himself. this is the craziest divorce i have ever witnessed to DATE
"Jenks also notes that F1 drivers are supposed to be amongst the elite, the best of the best. They are also paid more than enough money to prove as much. If that means racing in ‘diabolical’ conditions, then so be it." tell it to the past dead drivers’ graves bro, tell it to senna in 94. bfsfr rn man.
"1989 – F1’s annus horribilis – ends with Alain Prost as its world champion. Senna has to settle for the runner-up spot." i hate the shit we had to go through to get here, but a win is a win. a win is a win.
"Instead, he is consumed with Suzuka. It is all he talks about, night and day." and the ho is back to pondering. pop off ig senna.
"On the one hand the prospect of family life and marriage, on the other unfinished business in the world of Formula 1. He spends many days and nights in deep contemplation." contemplation of what, racing is practically in the man’s blood, sweat and jizz, i know the outcome of this contemplation
"And to think Nelson Piquet reckoned he was gay!" well he aint that far off ngl. that's probably the only real thing he ever said in his entire career.
"1990 is on. Prost v Senna III." aw shit. here we go again
"With a revitalised Frenchman declaring he feels like a ‘new man’, 1990 promises to be a vintage year." im sCARED. DONT JINX IT.
awww gerhard bless you such a sweetie compared to your monster of a teammate and his stubborn headed rival. YEAH THATS RIGHT IF THIS WAS A KINDERGARTEN I’D PUT BOTH OF YOU IN TIME OUT CUS THE BOTH OF YALL JUST DONT KNOW WHEN TO QUIT GODDAMN. im now mad at the both of them
"The FIA president laps it all up: ‘I would have come here on a stretcher just to annoy that lot,’ chuckles El Presidente, blowing kisses to a huge crowd of jeering Paulistans." no wait because who is this cheeky diva. he's problematic clearly but this was funny ngl. mohammed ben suckmydick could never
"The perception that Prost wins by default has haunted the Frenchman throughout his glorious career." nah cus same here pls this shit scares me ong
"Although well used to the attention, it is always a shock for this highly religious man to comprehend the effect he has on so many people. Often accompanying the letters are the types of photos that would make his mother blush. The messages, too, are to the point: My husband is away tomorrow afternoon; please I must spend just one afternoon with you … The half-smile. He selects another letter. This time the accompanying picture comes straight out of the pages of Playboy: I have loved you and only you forever. I want you …" nah cus the insane whiplash i got from reading this threw me off. there was NO need to put this in the book david. NO need.
pls let gerhard have a win pls i am taking a break from prosenna as i read this book because they are not doing wonders for my cardiovascular health pls bergie's a sweetheart let him cook
"All that hard work starts to pay off. Prost takes consecutive wins at Mexico City, France and Britain. Ferrari are on the move. Suddenly Senna’s world championship is under threat. As of Britain, Alain has 41 pts to Ayrton’s 39." shiet. i know i said id take a break but. shiet. dont tempt me. dont tempt me now ho dont tempt me.
"‘Will you guys ever bury the hatchet?’ The question comes from nowhere. A hush descends upon the Monza pressroom. A frozen stare from Senna, a frown from Prost. The question hangs in the air. Like a couple of sweethearts on their first date, the two men glance coyly at one another. Prost offers a nervous hand. Will Senna take it? Yes! Much to the delight of the media, the two men finally shake hands. The feud is over, for now. ‘We are both professionals who share the same passion,’ says Prost. ‘It is a start. And yes, I was moved by it,’ says Senna. So, friends again – at least for now …" NO BECAUSE I WAS FOUND ON THE FLOOR WHEN I READ THIS. I DIDNT EVEN READ IT PROPERLY, SKIPPED A FEW LINES AND ZEROED IN ON ‘SWEETHEARTS’. DAVID WHAT IS THIS WORDING. MONZA PRESS PEOPLE WHAT IS THIS QUESTION? DID YOU GUYS JUST MANAGED TO PULL OFF A LEGENDARY MYTHICAL TRUCE? I SAID DONT TEMPT ME HO I SAID DONT TEMPT ME NOW. GIRL I CANNOT. I AM READING THAT ‘LIKE A COUPLE OF SWEETHEARTS’ LINE OVER AND OVER AGAIN. SEND ME INTO CARDIAC ARREST WHY DONT YOU IT WOULD BE MUCH EASIER TO DEAL WITH THAN WHATEVER THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH YOU TWO HELLO????
hello james. hows it feel like to comment on this hellhole of a season.
"‘He [Senna] is a great driver,’ gushes Nigel. Ayrton repays the compliment. Prost’s reaction is best described in the words of Autocourse who note that the reigning champion, ‘looked as though he wanted to throw up over the pair of them’." its giving ayrton being immensely allergic to proquet in the 80s lmaooo. I know for a fact alain be complainin to elio’s grave rn.
"‘He [Prost] is very good at getting people on his side,’ adds a driver under no illusion as to his position in the Ferrari hierarchy. More tensions. Prost, for his part, suggests Nigel play less golf and spend more time in the garage." he’s just hella good at this psychological bullshit now, isnt he?
not suzuka again im boutta spin off the floor my god
"He thinks long and hard about many things: Balestre, the FIA, Formula 1, Prost, tomorrow’s race." uh yeah um uh question, how hard exactly? no i refuse to elaborate on hard thank you
"After several hours obsessing in the dark of his hotel room, he comes to a momentous decision: you work hard and try to do your best and they screw you. If Prost takes the lead at the green light tomorrow, I will take him out. Besides, he still owes the French driver for ’89." ah so EXTREMELY hard is the answer, got it. still refuse to elaborate
"Before he can continue, Senna is out of his seat. He cannot believe what he is hearing! Isn’t that precisely what he had done at last year’s race? Precisely why he had been disqualified! Precisely why he and Ron Dennis had been back and forth to Paris over the winter months arguing their case! Silence. All eyes on Senna." i know for a fact the rest of the drivers on the grid are eating the drama up
"If Prost takes the lead, I’m going to take him out." this race is going to shit isnt it. man these two cant just— gerhard? gerhard where are you? gerhard come pick me up im scared
"Prost opened the door ajar and Senna went for it. Déjà vu. Alain should have known better, and so should Ayrton. They’ve only got themselves to blame." FACTS tf these two just gotta gravitate towards each other every time they’re on track i cannot, not anymore im done gerhard come back here
"He is greeted by ESPN reporter John Bisignano, the man who routinely refers to a certain driver on the grid as ‘Elaine Proust’." this is funny though ngl this is how im going to refer to the guy from now on. on a more serious note has senna used this against alain and if he has how many times has senna used this against alain
"Nelson Piquet eventually wins a race described by Autosport as ‘one of the most tedious GPs on record’." once again i forget hes still here lmao im too engrossed in the prosenna rivalry lol
"When told of his former team-mate’s threat to retire, the Brazilian, usually a model of restraint, launches into an astonishing attack on his rival." this ho refuses to let him go dawg LET HIM GO. LET HIM GO— its his fucking life if alain wants to retire he will retire you can exist without him on the grid– okay, thats a lie, this is ayrton motherfucking senna we’re talking about here his entire life revolves around alain who are we kidding here why am i even fucking surprised tf
"Although nobody could have known it at the time, 1990 would prove to be the very peak of Ayrton and Alain’s bitter rivalry." please tell me this is a sign that it will start to mellow out
"Decisions, decisions. Such is the nature of Formula 1’s shifting sands, it only takes one bad call to jeopardise an entire career. Just ask Fernando Alonso." there was no need to dunk on the guy 😭😭😭
"‘Perhaps it won’t work, but we both want to try,’ announces a sober Brazilian, sounding like one half of a married couple." lmao i think we all know who the other half is. prosenna never beating the married allegations fr fr
not the ferrari ferrari-ing for prost. this must be what team lh must be feelin this year and what leclerc fans have been feeling practically all their lives
"Ayrton Senna has his third world championship in four years. Elation. Relief. Who could have guessed it would be his last?" not the foreshadowing again
"If you get f***** every single time you are trying to do your job cleanly and properly by other people taking advantage of it, what should you do? Stand behind and say ‘Thank you, yes thank you?’ No, you should fight for what you think is right and I really felt Iwas fighting for something that was correct because I was f***** in the winter and I was f***** when I got pole. I tell you if pole had been on the good side last year, nothing would have happened." aw hecks nah he’s popping off again i know for a fact ron regrets not media training him.
thank god he got sacked ferrari was going to shit anyway
"Prost catches the drift. A wholly French Formula 1 team. Hmm … where has he heard that one before?" lmao not the renault french civil war flashback
bro got fired because he was sassy af i love to see it like okay charli xcx play 365
there was a female f1 driver? dang, imagine the possibilities and opportunities this coudlve unfold… too bad she failed to qualify man :( i now have a new reason to be smad
"He is not the only one left cold at the news: ‘Just who does Prost think he is that he can walk into the best team of the day?’ asks an angry writer in Autosport’s letters page." ok ho, is you a driver? uh huh i thought the FUCK not btch okay square up
"Boom! A Budapest bomb erupts. Mansell quits!" a budapest bomb is right, cus what? wtf hes actually retiring. what do i do with this information?
"Mansell and third-placed Berger stare impotently ahead." they really said ‘we do not exist in here we will pretend we are somewhere else and ignore this raging idiot next to us we do not claim him and his energy’ lmaooo
"For once, the mighty one is wrong." well thank God
they just not never think about each other now, do they?
the girls are fighting once more and now the limits of my cardiovascular health are being tested. somebody pray for me. how they even managed to become friends towards the end of the year will forever be a mystery to me
hes like ‘idgaf man, sennas all the way in the back, this lead is just a bonus for me lol’
"Hasn’t he always believed in driving just as fast as it takes to win and no faster?" thats because his teammate was ayrton dawg, with senna there was a need to be fast, with damon, bless the guy, alain can relax. huge diff
"‘Boring’ says old sparring partner Niki Lauda, adding that ‘viewers can’t even keep awake long enough to switch off the television’." translation: prost domination be boring fans. welcome back king. also hey niki how you doin
"Post-race Alain’s anger is evident for all to see: ‘Just take a look at the video,’ growls the winner. A seventh win of the year at Hockenheim all but seals Alain’s fourth world championship." but he wins regardless ok let the boy rage
"While such tactics hardly endear him to the fans, it’s mission accomplished for one of France’s greatest sporting icons." WRONG it endears him to ME LETS GO ALAIN LETS GO
"They are going out in the same way they started, at the front, way ahead of their rivals." this gets me emotional oh my god for all of my slandering and hollering and hyping and cheering i will forever miss and cherish this rivalry dawg. prosenna you are very dear to me <3
"Lauda, Rosberg, Mansell, Piquet, Berger and more recently Michael Schumacher – great drivers and formidable foes each and every one, but Ayrton Senna has only ever had eyes for one driver, only truly feared just one man: Alain Prost." no because im actually going to tear up, this is so heartwarming to me tf 😭
"On the Adelaide victory podium all is forgotten. Senna hauls his rival on to the top step. His eyes are glassy. It all ends here. In an odd way he feels an emptiness, as if he is losing a part of himself today. All the rancour, the bitterness is swept aside; just Ayrton and Alain. Nobody else has ever mattered, not really. Embracing, it is as if both men sense that their eternal struggle has paradoxically brought them closer together, closer to an understanding of themselves. Neither man will ever step on to the Formula 1 podium again. It will be a last embrace. End of an era." and you’ve done it. im crying now. oh prosenna my prosenna you will be very dear to me. if i ever have a girl child im naming her prosenna i do not care i love them very much for all of their ugly fights and clashes and rivalry and murder attempts at each other you cannot deny that it was what truly made them special as well as entertaining nobody will ever do it like them ever again bro NObody fr
"All the rancour, the bitterness is swept aside; just Ayrton and Alain. Nobody else has ever mattered, not really." NO BECAUSE LET ME ZERO IN ON THIS THOUGH THIS LINE WILL FOREVER HAVE A PLACE IN MY HEART IM PUTTING THIS ON A TSHIRT
AHHHH THE PICTURE MONTAGE HAS ME ROLLING MY SHAYLAS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH
awwwww niki and alain :((((
"A typically nonchalant Prost during Brands Hatch testing 1986. © Peter Denton" og nonchalant queen
"Smiles were a rare commodity at McLaren during the Senna–Prost years. Here at the 1988 San Marino Grand Prix, the veneer was holding – just. © Getty Images" NO BECAUSE WHAT WAS THE CONTEXT BEHIND THIS PICTURE THO???? when i see alain in real life, because i will and he will live to 200 trust me, i will ask him about the picture.
"End of an Era: The 1993 Australian Grand Prix would prove to be the last time either driver ever set foot on an F1 podium." AAAAAAA MY SHAYLASSS AAA MY SHAYLAS I WILL FOREVER LOVE THEM
aaaaaaand i finished the book. all i have to say is, what a read, and, these two have been both the greatest comfort to me as well as the biggest pain in my ass. God bless the Prosenna rivalry, God bless David Sedgwick, God bless Alain Marie Pascal Prost, and may Ayrton Beco Senna rest in peace.
a more accurate description of my thoughts after reading the book would be ahsdyuaasocqagwuydgsygcygasuygayusdvyu qywe c8g w8fe wdycugsuydc uasg yua aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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Lost and Found: A Pirate's Promise
These guys stay bickering lmfaoooo
A/N: We are back at it again with a Chapter 3!!! Yall writing this was so much fun, and you guys will find out why (wink, Wink). Our beloved Sanji really needs to confess his feelings to Y/N. Now chapter 4 is currently being written and will be posted tonight! That Chapter is going to be filled with angst! Like always the stories will be linked as well. So without further ado, here's Chapter 3.
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 (Here),
Word Count: 5.3K
Sanji X Reader, OP x Reader,
Chapter 3: A Captain’s Resolve
Luffy comes rushing down the steps, eyes wide with concern. “Y/N, are you alright?” he asks, his voice laced with worry. “Sorry guys… I might’ve complicated things by punching that Celestial Dragon.”
You smirk, trying to shake off the pain. “I’m fine, Luffy. Don’t worry about me.”
Pappag waddles over, his little eyes wide in disbelief. “I can’t believe you took a bullet for Hatchi!”
Hatchi, who is now by your side, looks down, his expression filled with guilt. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. This is all my fault.”
You wave him off, trying to ease the tension. “It’s fine, Hatchi. We’ve got bigger problems to deal with. We need to figure out how to help Camie.”
Just then, Luffy’s gaze sharpens as he notices movement in the far corner. Guards are coming from all directions, ready to attack.
“We’ve got company,” Luffy warns, his voice turning serious.
One of the guards sneers, “What kind of idiot would risk their life to save a damn fish... and a girl?”
Luffy’s eyes narrow as he notices guards in the far corner, swarming in from all directions. Without hesitation, he springs into action. “Gum-Gum Whip!” he shouts, his leg stretching out and sweeping through the crowd of workers, sending them flying.
Zoro, with a smirk, unsheathes his swords. “Looks like I’m getting in on this too,” he says, slashing through the attackers with swift, precise movements.
You try to get up, frustration bubbling up inside you. “Damn it, if only I had my weapons…” you mutter, scanning the chaos around you.
Sanji notices your struggle and springs into action, kicking away anyone who dares come near you or Hatchi. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this covered,” he assures you, his eyes sharp and focused.
Nami, meanwhile, is sprinting down the stairs when she suddenly trips. But instead of panicking, she seizes the moment. “Thunder Tempo!” she shouts, releasing a burst of lightning that strikes the oncoming enemies, electrifying them.
“Nice shot, Nami!” you call out, impressed.
As the chaos unfolds, Saint Roswald, watching from a distance, begins to shake with anger, his eyes fixed on Charlos, who was left beaten and humiliated. Saint Shalria screams at the remaining guards, “Do something! Kill those pirates!”
As the chaos unfolds, Saint Roswald watches, his anger boiling over as he takes in the scene. “Why can’t you guys just accept your fate!” he roars, his face twisted in fury.
Luffy, still in the heat of battle, launches into another attack. “Gum-Gum Battle Axe!” he shouts, smashing through the guards with a powerful blow. He then turns, his gaze locking onto Saint Roswald. “Back down! My friends are not for sale,” Luffy declares, his voice full of resolve.
Saint Roswald recoils, taken aback by Luffy’s fierce determination. But before he can respond, Usopp, who had been above, suddenly falls from his perch and crashes directly onto Saint Roswald, knocking him out cold. “Oops… didn’t see that coming,” Usopp mutters, rubbing his head as he scrambles to his feet.
Luffy, turning around from the commotion, spots Usopp, Brook, and Robin making their way through the chaos. “Usopp, Brook, Robin! Glad you made it!” he exclaims with relief.
You look around and see the remaining members of the crew all together. Happiness fills you, knowing they’d all come through. Before you can shout out anything, a guard starts advancing toward you. “Get back here!” he growls, brandishing his weapon.
You quickly begin to slide backwards, narrowly evading each attack he throws at you. Using your good leg, you kick out and send him stumbling. “Come on, is that all you’ve got?” you taunt, trying to keep your footing and maintain distance.
Luffy, catching sight of the struggle, shouts over, “Usopp! Camie is still in the fish bowl, but we need to get rid of those collars first!”
Nami, glancing around nervously, adds, “We better hurry or the Navy might get here any second!”
At that moment, a voice with a chilling edge cuts through the noise. “It’s too late. They’re already here.”
Everyone freezes. Luffy, eyes narrowing, demands, “Who the hell are you, and what’s with the polar bear?”
Bepo, the bear, blushes slightly at the mention. You look up, your eyes widening. “No way… it’s…” you mutter in shock.
As the realization dawns, Robin finishes your thought with a calm certainty. “Trafalgar Law,” she says, her gaze steady. “Luffy, they’re pirates just like us.”
Luffy, glancing at the imposing figures around them, raises an eyebrow. “Even the bear?” he asks, pointing towards Bepo.
“Yeah,” Robin confirms. “The guy standing in the back is Eustass Captain Kidd.”
Brooke, always ready with a bit of trivia, chimes in. “You mean the one who has a higher bounty than Luffy?”
You mutter under your breath, your eyes widening in recognition. “So that’s Kidd?”
Trafalgar Law steps forward, his demeanor serious. “The Navy has had this place surrounded since before the auction even began,” he says, his gaze sweeping over the chaotic scene. “You’re not getting out of here easily.” He pauses, his expression softening just a fraction. “Not sure who they’re trying to capture, but I gotta say, I’m quite impressed. You put on a good show, Straw Hats.” The crew looks at each other with a look of worry.
Law's eyes then lock onto you, and his gaze feels almost palpable, sending a shiver down your spine. “Especially you, Y/N,” he says with a strange, unsettling intensity.
Before you can react, Law’s fingers move with precision. “Room,” he announces, and a blue orb envelops you.
Sanji’s voice cuts through the chaos. “What the hell?”
The orb expands and contracts, and with a quick “Shambles,” you find yourself teleported. You look around, disoriented, and see that Sanji is no longer next to you. Instead, Law stands before you, his gaze unyielding.
Sanji’s frustrated shout echoes in the distance. “You bastard! What did you do?”
Law ignores Sanji’s outburst, his focus entirely on you. You stand firm, meeting his gaze with a determined look. “What do you want from me?” you demand, trying to keep your voice steady.
As Law moves closer, he suddenly reaches out and places his hand lightly on your shoulder. The touch is unexpectedly gentle but electrifying, sending a rush of warmth through you. The proximity of his body and the intensity of his gaze make your heart race uncontrollably. It’s a calculated gesture, not just physical but also psychological, designed to unnerve you.
His fingers brush against your skin, and with a flick of his wrist, you feel a strange, tingling sensation that seems to emanate from the point of contact. This move is part of his Devil Fruit powers, creating a brief but intense link between you. The touch leaves you momentarily paralyzed, caught between confusion and a deep, unsettling awareness of his presence. His lips curl into a faint, enigmatic smile, adding to the effect.
Law continues to hold your gaze, you find yourself struggling to maintain composure, the blush on your cheeks betraying your internal turmoil. The combination of his touch, the intensity of his eyes, and his close proximity creates a powerful, disconcerting moment that leaves you shaken.
Brooke and Sanji, catching sight of what’s happening, prepare to intervene, their expressions tense and ready for action. But before they can act, you notice a figure approaching rapidly from the corner of your eye.
Without warning, you’re shoved into something hard, the impact leaving you dazed and momentarily stunned. You look up to see a shadowy figure standing over you, their features obscured. The suddenness of the collision leaves you reeling, struggling to regain your bearings as you try to assess the situation and find a way out. You begin to shake your head and, as you’re about to move away, hands grasp you firmly in place.
“You’re not going anywhere, doll,” the voice is laced with a menacing energy. Slowly, you turn around to see Eustass Captain Kidd, his eyes glinting with a predatory gaze.
Usopp, from across the chaos, yells out desperately, “Y/N! Snap out of it!”
You shake your head vigorously, trying to dispel the disorienting effects of Law’s earlier move. The power still lingers, making it hard to think clearly. "That’s some power," you mutter to yourself, trying to steady your nerves.
Kidd’s smirk widens as he holds you in place. “Struggling, are we? Not so easy to escape from me, doll.” He lowers his head, his breath warm against your ear as he whispers, his tone laced with menace and seduction. As his tongue traces a teasing path along your earlobe, you moan involuntarily, a shiver running down your spine. Kidd smirks triumphantly as he continues to hold you firmly.
You grit your teeth, struggling to free yourself from his grip. As you do, you notice Shalria, holding a gun trained on Camie. “Oh no, Camie!” you shout, panic rising in your voice. Everyone turns to assess the dire situation.
Nami’s voice cuts through the chaos. “We’ll never make it in time!”
Just as Shalria cocks her gun, she is immediately stunned along with the other guards, their bodies collapsing to the ground. “It’s the same power as before,” you recognize, feeling a surge of hope.
Seizing the opportunity, you kick Eustass hard, breaking free from his grasp. As you make your way down the stairs, your heart pounds in your chest. A loud explosion echoes nearby, causing you to stumble. You open your eyes to see the same man who had helped you with the explosive collars and the giant walking out of the smoke.
The old man looks at you with a knowing smile. “My, what do we have here?” he says, his voice carrying a sense of calm authority.
Luffy, breathless but relieved, steps forward. “Who are you?”
The old man bows slightly. “I’m Rayleigh, and I’ve been eagerly waiting to meet you, Monkey D. Luffy.”
You step forward, your eyes locked on Rayleigh. His warm smile reassures you. “Good to see you reunited with your crew,” Rayleigh says, turning to you. “Now, let’s get your mermaid friend free.”
He turns to Camie, who looks nervous. “Trust me and don’t flinch. I’m going to remove your collar.”
Pappag and Hatchi shout in unison, “No, don’t! It’ll explode!”
Tension grips the crew as they look on in worry, but both you and Luffy trust Rayleigh’s expertise. With one swift movement, Rayleigh removes Camie’s collar. The expected explosion happens, but it’s controlled and nothing more than a flash.
Franky emerges from the chaos, waving a set of keys. “Hey! I got the keys! What the hell happened here?”
He tosses your weapons toward you with a smirk. “And Y/N, I found your blades too.”
You catch them and feel a wave of relief. “Thanks, Franky!” you exclaim, examining your weapons. Your joy turns to disappointment as you notice one sword is damaged beyond repair.
“These bastards must have been toying with them,” you mutter, assessing the damage. “No worries. Once we get to Fishman Island, I’ll get a new one made.” For now, you have one good sword and two small blades.
Rayleigh’s presence has left Law and Kidd stunned. Law, his eyes widening slightly, says, “Rayleigh? I didn’t expect to see you here.”
Kidd, equally shocked, mutters, “That old man... he’s the Dark King?”
Rayleigh chuckles softly. “Indeed. Now, let's focus on getting everyone out of here.”
Franky, with a decisive gesture, throws the keys toward the remaining slaves. “If you want to escape, now’s your chance!” he calls out, his voice booming with authority. The keys scatter,the free slaves begin to unlock their collars and start rushing toward the exit, desperate to escape their tormentors.
Franky then grabs Camie and Pappag, making sure they’re safely with him. Rayleigh, ever composed, reaches for Hatchi, pulling him away from the chaos.
Suddenly, a loud voice booms through the auction house’s remains. “This is the Navy! We have this place surrounded, pirates! Step out and surrender!”
Luffy, brimming with determination, starts moving toward the exit, ready to face whatever the Navy has in store. However, Kidd and Law step up beside him, their faces set with equal resolve.
Kidd, with a confident smirk, steps forward. “I’ve got this,” he says firmly. “Law, Luffy, you two stay back. Let me handle the Navy.”
Law raises an eyebrow, his tone clipped. “Just stay out of my way.”
Luffy scowls. “You’re the last people I need to deal with right now.”
Nami, watching the bickering, shakes her head in disbelief. “Are all captains this childish, or is it just ours?”
You chuckle, your gaze shifting to Zoro, who’s smirking and readying his swords. “Looks like we’ve got ourselves a challenge,” you say, your excitement palpable.
Zoro’s grin widens. “You bet.”
Sanji grabs your wrist firmly, his usual flirtatious demeanor replaced by a deep concern. “Y/N, you’re still injured. I can’t.. lose you…
Sanji POV..
Grabbing Y/N wrist, I try to get her to understand my point of view. She just got out of an injury she is in no condition to fight. “Y/N, you’re still injured,” I said, my voice strained and trembling. “I can’t… lose you…
I look up and watch as her determined gaze meets mine, a fierce resolve in her eyes. “Sanji, I’ll be fine. I promise. I’ve got this.”
But that still wasn't enough, I'm scared something else might happen,“You don’t understand. You’re important to us… To me… If something happens to you... I don’t know what I’d do.” my hands tremble as I cling on to her, trying to steady myself.
Y/N’s touch on my cheek is warm, comforting, and for a moment, it eases the panic I felt inside. “Sanji, I promise I’ll be careful. Just trust me, okay? I need you to stay strong for the crew.”
Taking a shuddered breath, struggling to keep my emotions in check,I mentally say “Now’s your chance, tell her how you feel”. But instead I said “Alright, but if you get in trouble, I’m coming for you. I swear it." My voice is firm but laced with vulnerability.
You offered me a reassuring smile, and your fingers gently squeezed my hand. “I’ll be safe. And when this is all over, I’ll be right here with you.”
I nodded, my face etched with anxiety “Be careful, Y/N. Please.”
As you prepare to leave, Chopper approaches with a small vial in hand. “Hey, I’ve got something to help with the pain. It should last about 45 minutes.”
You take the vial with a grateful nod. “Thanks, Chopper. I’m going to need this.”
Y/N POV…
You take the vial with a grateful nod. “Thanks, Chopper. I’m going to need this.”
Opening the cap, you drink the liquid, and begin to feel a bit better. You move your injured leg to see if you can add weight to it.
Smirking you say “Ok, now i'm ready”
As you prepare to head out, Bepo, looking a bit nervous but determined, steps up. “I admire you, Y/N. I hope you can stay safe.”
You smile at the cute bear, touched by his words. “Thanks, Bepo. I’ll do my best.”
Bepo looks up at you with a mix of shyness and determination. “Y/N, can I... can I have your number? Just in case something happens, you know?”
Penguin and Shachi exchange glances and shake their heads. “Bepo, what are you doing? What about Captain Law?”
Bepo lowers his head, clearly embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make things awkward. I just... I really admire you.”
You smile warmly at Bepo, finding his nervousness endearing. “It’s okay, Bepo. I appreciate it. Here, you can have my number.”
Bepo’s face lights up with relief and gratitude. “Thank you, Y/N! I promise I’ll keep it safe.”
Giggling, you turn to Bepo with a playful smile. “I’ll see you out there, Bepo.”
You then glance at Penguin and Shachi, giving them a mischievous wink. “And as for your captain,” you say, looking them up and down with a grin, “I’ve got something special planned for him.” You give a final wink before turning on your heel, heading out with Zoro by your side.
Zoro smirks at you, his sword ready. “Looks like we’ve got some fun ahead.”
You grin back, feeling the adrenaline rush. “You bet. Let’s show them what we’ve got.”
Outside the Auction house….
As you and Zoro head out, the battlefield’s chaos unfolds before you. The clash of steel and the shouts of combat fill the air. Just as you’re about to engage, you notice someone standing nearby. Without turning to face him, you smirk and call out, “Nice of you to stop by, Killer.”
Killer, his mask revealing only his intense eyes, looks at you. “Didn’t think I’d miss this,” he replies, his voice muffled but serious. His grip tightens on his weapon, ready for action.
The first cannon shot is fired, but Luffy quickly reacts with his Gum-Gum Balloon, deflecting the blast and sending it crashing into a group of navy soldiers. “Gum-Gum Balloon!” Luffy yells, grinning as he lands among the enemies, his infectious enthusiasm lighting up the scene.
You watch in awe as Kidd’s powers come into play, metal bending and twisting around him. The sheer force of his abilities is captivating. You can’t help but feel curiosity. "What’s it like to wield such raw power?" you wonder silently, watching him with a mix of admiration and intrigue.
Law’s powers are equally impressive. You’ve seen him use his “Room” ability before, but witnessing the precision and control up close is something else entirely. The way he manipulates space with a flick of his fingers is mesmerizing. You can only imagine the extent of his abilities.
Zoro and you both shout, “Luffy!” in unison. Luffy turns, his face lighting up with his trademark grin. “Hey guys!” he responds, clearly thrilled to see you both in action.
As the battle rages on, Kidd’s voice cuts through the chaos, calling out, “Nice moves, doll!” The term stings, and you see Law’s expression darken. He turns to Eustass with a snarl, “Don’t you dare call her that. She’s not some object to be tossed around!”
Luffy, charging in with a determined look, adds, “Yeah, she’s not just a doll. She’s my crewmate!”
Killer, on the other hand tries to advance, his eyes locked on you with an intent that suggests he’s about to flirt, even amidst the fight. Before he can make his move, you spot a cannonball hurtling towards him. Without hesitation, you leap into action.
With a swift, acrobatic maneuver, you land on top of Killer, your legs securely around his waist. The cannonball explodes harmlessly in the distance, sending debris flying. You find yourself in a striking position, your eyes meeting Killer's with a playful smirk.
Killer’s eyes widen in surprise as you land securely, your position giving you the upper hand. You sense a faint blush behind his mask. Your gaze briefly meets Kidd’s and Law’s, then you lower it back to Killer.
Leaning in close, your lips brush just above Killer’s ear as you whisper, your voice low and sultry, “It’s a shame there’s such an audience, don’t you think? I rather enjoy having you beneath me like this.” You press your body closer, your breath hot against his skin as you continue, “Tell me, Killer… wouldn’t you agree that this position suits us perfectly?”
Your words drip with dominance, each syllable meant to tease and unnerve. You feel the slight shiver that runs through him, the tension in his muscles betraying the effect you’re having. The power dynamic is unmistakable—you’re in control, and you both know it.
Killer’s breath hitches,the playful glint in your eyes doesn’t go unnoticed as you hold his gaze, letting the weight of your words linger.
You lean in even closer, your lips just grazing the edge of his mask as you purr, “Too bad we’re not alone… I could show you just how much I enjoy this.”
Your teasing smile widens as you feel him tense beneath you, your words clearly hitting their mark. From the corner of your eye, you catch Zoro’s knowing smirk, fully aware that you’re playing a dangerous, thrilling game, and you’re winning.
Sanji, who’s been watching the entire exchange, can’t hide his irritation. He’s seen this trick before—you’ve pulled it on him more than once. His eyes narrow, burning holes into Killer as he watches him pinned to the ground beneath you. With a frustrated sigh, Sanji pulls out a cigarette, lighting it with a flick of his lighter. “Does she really have to do all that?” he mutters under his breath, unable to tear his gaze away.
Robin, catching his reaction, smirks and leans in slightly. “Is someone jealous?” she teases, her voice soft but laced with amusement.
Sanji grumbles, taking a drag from his cigarette. “Yeah, yeah… Let’s just get out of here so we can make our quick escape.”
As you glance up, you see your crew making a swift exit toward Grove 13. “Perfect,” you think, watching them disappear into the distance. They’re making their move, just as planned.
Kidd, who has been silently observing the entire interaction, feels a surge of possessiveness boil up inside him. His eyes narrow dangerously as he lashes out at Killer, his voice sharp and accusatory. “What the hell are you doing, Killer? We’re in the middle of a fight, and you’re letting yourself get distracted?”
Killer, now pulled out of his daze, looks up at his captain, realizing the predicament he’s in. “Captain, I can explain—” He hesitates, his usual calm demeanor shaken. “I think… I might be in love.”
The absurdity of his confession hangs in the air for a moment, and you can’t help but chuckle softly. With a fluid motion, you gracefully rise from your position, leaving Killer lying there, flustered and bewildered. You cast a final, teasing glance his way before turning back toward Zoro.
Zoro, still grinning, shakes his head as you approach. “You sure know how to stir things up,” he comments, his tone admiring.
You shrug playfully, adjusting your grip on your blade. “Just keeping things interesting. Now, where were we?”
Luffy, still laughing at the scene he just witnessed, dodges effortlessly as the Navy soldiers fire cannonball after cannonball at him. He weaves through the explosions with ease, grinning as if this were nothing more than a game. The Navy soldiers, growing increasingly desperate, switch to firing bullets. Zoro and you move in sync, your blades flashing as they deflect the incoming rounds, the sharp clang of steel on metal ringing out.
In the midst of the chaos, you notice a Navy soldier charging toward you, blade drawn. With a swift move, you sidestep, slashing through the soldier’s defenses with precision. But then, out of the corner of your eye, you catch sight of another threat—a soldier poised to strike Law from behind.
Without a second thought, you shout to Zoro, “Cover me!”
“What?” Zoro mumbles, momentarily confused by your sudden request.
“Just do it!” you yell as you sprint toward Law, determined to intercept the attack. Your heart pounds as you close the distance, ready to strike the soldier down before he can harm Law.
But just as you’re about to make contact, Law glances at you, his eyes sharp with concentration. With a swift gesture, he uses his ability, switching your body with the soldier’s in an instant. You barely have time to register the change before you find yourself tumbling forward, only to land squarely on Law’s chest.
Law’s arm wraps around you instinctively, holding you close as you both catch your breath. His usual cool demeanor cracks slightly as he looks down at you, his expression somewhere between annoyance and amusement. “You really need to watch where you’re going,” he mutters, his voice low.
You smirk up at him, your face inches from his. “I had it under control. But thanks for the save”
Before Law can respond, Bepo comes bounding down the steps, followed closely by Penguin and Shachi. The sight of you lying on Law’s chest doesn’t escape their notice.
“Captain, looks like you’ve caught something interesting,” Bepo teases, his voice a mix of admiration and embarrassment.
Penguin snickers, nudging Shachi. “Hey, Shachi, think the captain’s finally met his match?”
Shachi grins, adding, “Or maybe he’s just found a new way to ‘switch’ things up.”
Law’s grip on you tightens slightly, his eyes narrowing at his crewmates. “That’s enough out of you three,” he snaps, though there’s a faint blush creeping up his neck.
You can’t help but laugh at the banter, the tension of the battle momentarily lifted by the playful exchange. “Careful, Law,” you whisper teasingly, “wouldn’t want your crew to get the wrong idea.”
As Law helps you to your feet, you take a moment to brush yourself off, your eyes lingering on his for just a second longer than necessary. A playful glint sparkles in your gaze as you step closer to him, close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from his body.
“Thanks for the assist, Law,” you purr, your voice dripping with flirtation. Before he can react, you lean in and press a quick, soft kiss to his cheek, leaving a faint blush on his usually stoic face.
Law freezes for a moment, clearly caught off guard, his cool demeanor slipping. “What was that for?” he mutters, his voice a little rougher than usual as he tries to regain his composure.
You smirk, stepping back with a teasing grin. “Consider it a thank you. You know, for keeping me from getting skewered.” Your tone is light, but there’s a sultry edge to your words that leaves Law momentarily speechless.
Bepo, Penguin, and Shachi, having witnessed the whole thing, burst into laughter, unable to resist adding their two cents.
“Oh, Captain, you’re really moving up in the world,” Penguin teases, his grin wide.
Shachi chuckles, nudging Bepo. “Guess our captain’s got some charm after all.”
Law’s face darkens as he glares at his crewmates, though the blush on his cheeks betrays his usual composure. “You all really don’t know when to quit, do you?” he grumbles, clearly flustered.
You can’t help but laugh, thoroughly enjoying the effect you’ve had on the normally unflappable surgeon. “Don’t worry, Law. I’ll be around if you need another ‘thank you’ later,” you say with a wink, your voice teasing.
As Luffy’s voice echoes outside the auction house, you feel the weight of the battle and the urgency in his call. “Hey Zoro, Y/N! Let’s head out! The coast looks clear! Right!” Luffy’s voice is full of determination, but before you can make a dash for it, a marine manages to grab you from behind, pulling you down with a strong grip.
You struggle against him, adrenaline coursing through your veins. “Luffy, don’t worry! I’ll stay for a few more minutes! You guys go ahead!” you shout, trying to keep your voice steady despite the situation. “I’ll yell out when you pull me, got it, Luffy?”
Luffy hesitates, his wide eyes full of worry. “I can’t leave you!” he yells back, torn between his loyalty and the need to keep moving.
“Just do it! Trust me!” you command, grabbing the marine by his uniform and slamming him to the ground with a forceful move. “Go now!”
Luffy grits his teeth, torn but knowing he has to trust you. With a reluctant nod, he dashes off, joining Zoro as they make their escape. It’s not long before Luffy catches up with Sanji’s group, but the tension is palpable.
Sanji’s eyes darted around, his heart pounding with anxiety. “Luffy, why is Y/N staying behind?!”
“She’s only staying for a few minutes, but she’ll signal me when it’s time,” Luffy explains, his voice tight with worry. “Damn it!” Sanji curses under his breath, his fists clenching in frustration. He can’t stand the thought of you in danger, especially when he’s not there to protect you.
Back at the auction house, you fend off wave after wave of marines, your movements becoming slower as the effects of Chopper’s medicine start to wear off. “Damn it, I only have a few good minutes left,” you mutter to yourself, feeling the exhaustion creeping in.
Suddenly, a marine captain looms over you, his blade raised high, ready to strike. “You’re mine now, pirate!” he snarls. But just as his sword begins to descend, something strange happens. The blade slips from his grasp, clattering to the ground. The captain’s eyes widen in shock as he watches all the metal around him, including the armor of his men, get sucked away by an unseen force.
You feel your own blade tugging in your hand, but your strong grip keeps it in place. Before you can fully comprehend what’s happening, a flash of movement catches your eye. Suddenly, you’re being lifted off the ground, strong arms holding you securely.
Kidd’s power repels the metal toward the marines, knocking them out one by one with a relentless force. You look up to see Killer holding you tightly, ensuring you’re not hurt. His presence is both comforting and protective.
Kidd hovers over Killer, his gaze intense as he kneels down to check on you. “I got you, Doll. You’re safe now,” Kidd murmurs, his voice surprisingly gentle as he caresses your cheek and hair, his fingers lingering a bit too long.
With what little strength you have left, you reach up, your hand resting against Kidd’s chest. You smirk, your voice low. “You know, Kidd, you’re not so bad up close. Maybe next time, we’ll skip the battle and get straight to the fun.” You let your fingers trace lightly over his chest, enjoying the way his eyes darken with a mix of surprise and desire.
Kidd’s grin widens, his possessive side flaring up as he leans closer. “I’ll hold you to that, Doll. The New World’s gonna be a lot more interesting with you around.”
You chuckle softly, but before things can get any further, you yell out, “Luffy! Now!”
In an instant, Luffy’s stretched arm wraps around your waist, and you’re pulled away from Kidd and Killer’s grasp. As you’re being drawn back toward your crew, you blow them a playful kiss. “This was fun, boys. Can’t wait for a repeat in the New World,” you tease, your voice carrying a flirty edge that lingers in the air.
Kidd watches you with a heated gaze, his hand still tingling from where you touched him. Killer’s eyes, though hidden behind his mask, seem to follow your every movement.
As you’re pulled back toward safety, a sudden bright light flashes from your left side, catching your attention. Your eyes narrow as you try to discern its source, wondering if it’s another enemy lurking in Grove 13. The light grows brighter, and you feel a new wave of tension rising within you, knowing that whatever’s coming could change the course of this chaotic battle once again.
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. We Got another long chapter! What can I say I love the details and this was very fun to write. Looks like Sanji got himself some competition with Law, Killer and Kidd. and Y/N cant help but flirt with these men! cant complain cause id do it too lmfaooo!!! This next chapter you guys don't want to miss! Thank you guys for following, liking, and reblogging the story. Chapter 4 will be written tonight and posted tonight!
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I was thinking- what if Vil does one of those celebrity documentaries when he's older? He's settled down with you, you have kids, his career is still going good. He'll talk about when you guys decided to settle down and have kids (the home video clips of him loving his kids 🥲). They'll sit you down and you just radiate loving housewife energy and someone will sneakily catch on camera Vil looking at you so softly while you're recording your part. Him admitting his problems with Neige (and the team interviewed him too but he still has no idea about Vil's true feelings), how he always wanted a role outside of being a villain. Rook having his own interviews being his usual self but also suddenly showing up in your home during filming. Epel wanting to get in on it to kinda reveal the bs Vil made him put up with (and Vil just chuckles cause he still knows he was right) and to promote the farm. And then Vil mentions how he owes Malleus favors (does he reveal he overblotted?). Cue the screen suddenly showing Malleus sitting comfortably in a chair and smiling smugly. And then you notice he's in your home. And he's just like, "Oh, yes. I did Schonheit some favors back then." And it shows some backstage footage of the film crew wondering if they should even try and contact THE Malleus Dragonia to get an interview, and if they do if they actually have the guts to. But before they can decide you pull up, "Oh? You wanna talk to Mal? Let me ask him!" And you just speed dial him and ask and once you hang up he's magically poofed into your home for the interview. He doesn't mind talking about Vil and you but also sneaks in some gargoyle stuff. There's also extra footage of your still young kids hearing Mal is here and running up to him, "Uncle Mal~!!" And you, Vil, Mal, and the kids having a small tea break.
Oh man, what're you doing dropping this beautiful piece in my inbox when you should post it on your page and get the attention it deserves?? Because this is ADORABLE and AMAZING! All the ideas you threw out in here were so cute, Vil finally having the confidence to talk about you and his family, his carreer as a total...plus that Malleus blurb LMFAOOOO, When you're asked what person in your school years affected you most other than Vil or what friends you had that were most prominent, you say "Oh, Malleus Draconia! I think he's king of brair valley right now, though."
Everyone just stares at you in shock, but Vil kinda like "You have his number, right? Call him over." (He did it for the drama...he thought it would be funny for the documentary, and he was right. It became the most replayed part of the entire section.)
AND YOUR KIDS WITH VIL TALKING AND HANGING OUT WITH MALLEUS LIKE OL' CHUMS IS SO ADORABLE. When Malleus comes over, he always has some sort of riches or treasures for your children. He's constantly playing with them. He's your go-to baby sitter and he LOVES it. You being best friends with Malleus while married with Vil HAS to be my favorite thing about ALL OF THIS. It's so adorable i'm sobbing crying shaking throwing up.
The home clips...oh my gosh i'm so soft. YES!! Imagine when the documentary gets released, so many people point out places that they noticed Rook was in the background in the videos when you didn't see them before. It was insane, an entire conspiracy theory trend came out of it.
I like to think you have home videos of VIL being the housewife, cooking in his "Kiss the queen" Apron while holding one of your children on his side and using a spatula to flip the pancakes with the other. He had no idea you released this to the director, it came a shock to him when there was a section of the documentary dedicated to how you felt being married and having kids with one of the worlds biggest stars. He probably cried a little about it, ngl.
PLEASE I IMPLORE YOU reveal yourself!! Or post this!! Because it's such a cute idea and I think you truly deserve the rightful attention! But thank you for sharing, this was such a fun read and I enjoyed exploring / expanding more on it heuheuheu.
#Vil#Vil schoenheit#Twst#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland headcannons#Vil X reader#vil schoenheit x reader#Vil schoenheit headcannons#twst headcannons#etheries rants💜✨#Malleus#malleus draconia
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Taking the Mikaelsons to a Concert
IK a bitch was gone, but a bitch is back… sparingly. I been on tumblr doing my shit but ummm I started this shit while in highschool like sophomore year… It’s been a year since I graduated college…. Anyway, fuck it we ball bc someone needs ot get this shit wet first with the Mikaelson’s… shout out to @starlightandfairies @wholoveseggs @klausysworld for holding it down. I love everyones work, y'all be feeding the fandom
If it’s snowin’ I ain’t going… leggo (once again, I write this for niggas. Mwah, to freedom)
So primarily I feel like the Mikaelsons would all be down to going to a concert, I mean Nicki, Doja, Lil Nas X, Mariah the Scientist, Chloe Bailey, Drake, Jhene Aiko, Victoria Monet, the Weekend, Kendrick Lamar, Travis Scott--- you get the point. You are the object of their desires and affections so they’ll go…. But what will ensue???
KLAUS
For nosey bitches in the back I got y’all…. This is Klaus finally biting the bullet and taking you to a Nicki concert, the Pink Friday 2 tour!
First, it would take hella time to even get him to go, this man is busy running lives, making hybrids, acting like he a real active party in whatever council shit he bullied his way into in New Orleans, and like running Rebekah’s love life…. He be busy
He probably feels like he should take you out for something, so he asks you what you want. Anything your heart wants he’ll give it no problem: private helicopter tour of NYC, a week in Brazil, couples massage, hell even go see puffins up in Iceland. But you know what your bitch ass asks for?
To see Onika Tanya Maraj…. As you should
This man is staring at you like “Love… who is that?” And you look at him and tell him “Nicki Minaj, Nicki Lewinski, Nicki the Ninja, Nicki the Boss, Nicki The Harajuku Barbie…. Have you not learned????” And he just stares at you in amusement like ‘it’s no Mozart, you modern women have such…. Vulgar tastes… but I will endorse this, for you my love”
Wait till he gets there AHAHAHAAAAA
You’re pulled up in all your glory, pink everything, sunnies on, gloss on, heels as big as his dick… And you know I don’t think Klaus would ever let you put him in pink spandex. But I think he’ll allow like a shirt of Nicki’s face on him, and like maybe a barbie chain on his neck… He’s a hybrid, he can’t be seen out like this (you def sent photos to the rest of the family of this).
I feel like Klaus would be chill af with the crowds and shit, until bitches start getting rowdy when Roman comes on stage. I feel like he’ll just be vibing, but mostly looking at you as you lose your shit
“A 100 MUTHAFUCKA CAN’T TELL ME NOTHING, I BEEZ IN THE TRAP”... bby chill, you’ll sweat that wig off and it’ll slip back. But deadass, it’s like another beast when she comes out and it activates something in you. Like the regular old human that Klaus knew of is gone, and is replaces by a bad bitch that would definitely put her shoe on his neck and he likes that
Funny enough, there is one song that Klaus would know all the words to… Moment for Life-- HEAR MY OUT, DAMN. Ok, the song is about literally getting everything you want and being at a point where no one can touch you or even fathom to be at your height of success or clout. Klaus Mikaelson gets whatever he wants, no one touches him-- or if they do, they won’t live long enough to tell the tale. King shit, so imagine your surprise when you hear this man over everyone else singing along and being into it
Yeah, did that shit. “What I tell 'em hoes? Bow, bow, bow to me, drop down to ya knees” Drake type man…. And towards the end just reminisce of all the people, woman, children, and villages he pillaged to get where he is now… mentally deranged, having a god complex and inferiority complex at the same damn time, and daddy issues while treating his siblings like his own dad LMFAOOOO
Good luck Klaus whores
And then when she starts bringing in old shit like the songs with Sean Kingston or Gyptian…. Oh boy, I know that man is catching a whine as you yell at him “YOU’RE SO PRETTY AND YOU’RE NICE YUH DUN KNO SEH NICKI AS YO WIFE” Ik you bitches telling Klaus exactly that and putting emphasis on wife bc where tf this Icelandic viking silverback think he going????
But as the show goes on, it’s a cute experience between you two as you guys kinda switch roles and you get to be super unhinged and rock out with the other people there and go bar for bar. Like you couldn’t fuck Michael Kors if you was FUCKIN’ Michael Kors
dabs sweat off my forehead
He’s happy to take you home and baby you when you come from the energy drop, but he will be wondering were that energy comes from bc you ain’t putting all that work in when he fucks you soooooo
REBEKAH
Ok so for this one…. Give me a Lil Nas X, Doja Cat, and Rico Nasty ass collab in a concert (bc that’s my dream lineup and y’all can take all my money). I feel like Rebekah needs the girl power and the gays for this so let me cook
I deadass feel you wouldn’t need to convince her of shit, she’d be the one to ask if you wanted to go because she’s heard some of their songs via you jamming in the bathroom and just booked tickets as soon as you said yes. Hey, it’s to make you happy and you deserved to be pampered-- and she’s trying to get in her modern experiences since she was in a box for a long ass time
1st song is Montero, it has to be she definitely wants to fucked out from the jet lag and becoming part of the mile high club-- it’s her thing. Plus she loves the glitter and probably being two glitter gay/bi/whatever floats your boat people that are dressed in matching outfits, but different color combos. Titties are out, and y’all are sprayed down in glitter

Then after that I feel like it would be Rico Nasty coming in hot with “SLAP A BITCH” and I know you and Rebekah felt this song on a spiritual level, so it’s both you screaming in each others faces while she has her arms wrapped around you bc she loves love.
Then it pops off with “STFU” bc a lot fo y’all hoes needs to take a seat and shut the fuck up when big bitches are in the room… anyways, personal issues. A lot of y’all do not need a mic and are not the big titty bitches y’all make yourself out to be… and take the mics away from podcast men, please. I BEG
But anyways, it’s really a whole anthem to all the rock/rap alt girlies out here. Rebekah isn’t used to the music, but she can get buck wild to it, especially when it comes down to Doja and RIco when they interchange with “Swamp Bitches”.... That’s my shit ngl
Nah bc opening a verse with “I WISH DEATH ON ALL YOU BITCHES” was insane… love you Rico <3 That song makes you wanna fight ever bitch in the state that ever did you wrong, every bitch working at goodwill that couldn’t take your brothers army discount bc you wasn’t personally in the army, the wack ass bitch at the post office that didn’t want to work there that day, and that grandma down the block that keep eyeing you and telling you that you ain’t hot shit… she wasn’t even hot shit when Project C hit the neighborhood and niggas were getting sprayed with hoses
Anyways
I truly feel like she’d appreciate the girl time with you, and just to be, and have her shit out and have fun. It’s what she deserves
KOL
THERE IS NO HEAR ME OUT YOU WILL LISTEN: NF
I know I been on the black artists wave, but for the niggas that really be feeling shit NF just knows and I feel like with Kols past of always being the forgotten sibling, not being i the pack of “always and forever”, dying all the fucking time, and getting treated like shit by everyone else unless they need to minute magical thing that’s super important he’s left in the dark
He is the most self-aware sibling out of everyone out this fuck ass family. And I feel for him honestly, being the black sheep, being the outcast. Being able to use your magic when you were a witch and then all of a sudden you can’t do that shit anymore because you’re dumb ass mom wants to make y’all fucking vampires and freaks of nature and then wants to kill you, like it was your fault in the first place? Shit was really whack.
Like he calls his family and siblings out for having a para social relationship that is super into emotional and measurements, and having no boundaries whatsoever, killing other peoples lovers, putting them in coffins just so Klaus doesn’t feel like he’s losing his siblings because he can always take them whenever he goes. But they’re still in a box, they’re not living life they’re not being happy. And that just shows how much class is really his daddy‘s son, even though his dad really isn’t his dad because his mom cheated on, her husband with a werewolf. And Kol clocks all of that.
So I feel that he would really vibe with NF, I really do. Therapy session, intro, hope, all of those songs the whole album really would have him crying in your arms at sometime around midnight when he just came over to listen to some tunes and have a good time, and I feel like you introduce NF to him. He gets hugged, and he knows that NF is speaking about his life someway somehow and it just really hits him and he just cries in your arms for that time
I don’t care how corny you think this man is, this is real music and he writes about things that are real, and that happens to him. The song mansion is legitimately about Kol’s life with being being abandoned and abused by his own family, and his own father, as class was taking most of the beatings, he still had to watch all of that. But being the middle child that he was, he just was overlooked, and that probably speaks as to why he acted out and didn’t get any of attention that he deserves.
And I feel that as Kol gets into a relationship relationship with you, you being his black queen, because I know that man was up in Hady for some reason helping him with the revolution. He just doesn’t give a fuck does what he wants to do so it makes sense why he would be with the black woman because it’s just everything, they are on earthly, they are Wisdom and magic and chest seal combined into a specific human type. And I love this for them, I love this for me.
But anyways, back to the subject at hand. I feel like you, dear reader, would surprise Kol with NF tickets because he’s been wanting to go for a long time, and you guys went dress up any fancy just probably black, cute little combat, boots and things like that. And then just head to the show. But as soon as the show starts, he probably starts off with one of his hard hitters. I’m imagining either therapy session, or mansion to really get the tears going. And it’s really just the two of you standing side-by-side, maybe even hand and hand shouting every single lyric word for word, and just letting out all the shadow work and trauma, that you two have built up over the past couple years, granted Kol is Literally hundreds of years old, and you’re probably someone your 20s or 30s. But trauma is trauma and y’all need to deal with that.
Bc deadass, these lyrics are Kol: “What's my definition of success? Listening to what your heart says. Standing up for what you know is. Right, while everybody else is” because in every single episode, when Kol says not to mess with some dumb shit that causes about to fucking do everyone else ignores him, even Elijah, and they fuck around and find out, and they all of a sudden need help. And then complain like no one told them exactly what the fuck was going to happen in the first place. This man is always right, and he needs people to listen more to him. He’s been listening to what his heart says, he’s been going out and meeting new people and trying to live a life that he would really be proud of. Even though he’s very much unhinged and still acts out because he wants to be king of the world and wants to have some form of control like Klaus has because he knows that he can never get away from Klaus.
And then, when I feel like it’s towards the end of the show, and NF finally drops, hope, I feel like that’s when Kol really starts to let go of things a little bit, and really start listening to lyrics and make a promise to himself with like, maybe fighting against his dark side, a little bit of all the things that he’s known, and then just digging himself a deeper hole. He wants to actually get better for you, and for himself to have a healthy relationship. Because he’s never had that in his life, and you’re just not a play thing to him at all.
“Thirty years of running, thirty years of searching. Thirty years of hurting, thirty years of pain. Thirty years of fearful, thirty years of anger. Thirty years of empty, thirty years of shame. Thirty years of broken, thirty years of anguish…. I’m taking the reins” so it’s really just him taking the reins of his life, and just making it better than whatever it actually was. And I hope that can be therapy, I really do. But this whole concert experience would really just be a gigantic therapy session for Cole, but also having fun with you because there’s no one else that he would let see that vulnerable and that lively and have his whole façade slip down like that besides you.
But he’d be a Drake fan, Travis Scott, and probably XXXtentacion… he’s still a menace, but he’s a healed menace…. well, healing.
ELIJAH
Here is the black womans whore himself… and my man *does the debby ryan*
I know that Elijah appreciates music in general, that man literally writes his own concertos, plays the piano, plays the violin. He is classically trained. And I expect nothing less. Honestly, he really is him. And he is also still very much worse than Klaus, even though he would like to believe that he is not.
Honestly, I don’t think you would really have to introduce Elijah to rap or hip-hop music. I feel like he would already be in Erykah Badu fan, probably really like the Beastie Boys, was into old school, underground in New York, hip-hop and rap. He was probably there, underground, too, for shits and giggles when he wanted a break. So no, I don’t think you would have to introduce him to hip-hop, maybe to a couple artists and everything. But, that doesn’t need help with that department
I feel like Elijah would definitely be a Kendrick, Lamar, J. Cole fan in the rap game and even Lil Wayne too. But I want to get into some good old Tom foolery before I say my crème de la crème.
With the whole Kendrick, J. Cole and Drake beef, that’s happening, I don’t think that Elijah would ever take any sides. But I do feel like he would definitely keep up with the news, even though you wouldn’t expect them to, with the whole suit and everything.
To start off, I feel like you being the reader would bring up the whole rap beef thing to Elijah. Since two weeks ago, you already brought up the Megan Thee Stallion versus Nicki Minaj rap beef that was happening. And now, this time it is Kendrick versus everyone, fuck the big three it’s just big me nigga BUM
And I feel like it would be brought up during lunch or something since you guys have lunch together, and you’re just giving him the whole play-by-play and then letting him listen to the song. And I feel like you need to play a couple times for him, so he really gets to like listen to lyrics and understand because one thing about it is…. Metro dissed everyone in morse code
NAHHHHH CUZ YALL NOT HEARING HIMMMM BEEP BEEP BOOP NIGGA
Mans said “BUM” with his chest
Like I know, J. Cole was on his bike on his way to the studio. As soon as he heard what Kendrick Lamar said, but then again, he could also not be doing anything because he’s not the type to just be on Rappy just to get some shit going you know?
But anyways, I feel like Elijah would totally indulge in this, and he would write down a whole play-by-play with what everything means because the power money and respect? “Sweetheart, Drake is the money, Jermaine Coke is the respect, and Kendrick is the power….” I can fully foresee that man giving you a dissertation on every single line and lyric and how it is a jab at every single one of them, and the meaning is behind it. You got not only a history professor, but one of the great literary investigators of all time for no reason.
I feel like Elijah is low-key. Also waiting for Drake and J. Cole to respond to what Kendrick said about them. And he’s so messy, for he really is, because he acts all high and mighty but he’s really waiting for the gossip about what people about to say
But moving along from the rat beef, I really do feel like this man would be a Lil Wayne fan because Lil Wayne was setting a standard early in the 2000s and probably even before then about how he really is one of the best rappers out there. Like, no one else was doing it like him and no one else doesn’t like him, and will never do it like him. You would catch yourself humming to a Lil Wayne, and I feel like that man would pick it up instantly, and just go bar for bar on whatever humming note that you were on and it’s amazing, but it seems so out of character for him, but it’s really not.
Because this concert is going to be one hell of a trip because first and foremost he is not going there with a suit on, you’re going to have to get this man to be casual. Which shouldn’t be hard because he loves you, you’re his little chocolate drop, pumpkin. But putting this man in a leather jacket and some jeans and whatever shoes that are comfortable for him to wear at this concert is gonna be one thing. Fighting off other bitches while in the crowd is going to be another thing entirely as well.
But listening to him, actually let lose for the good two hours that you’ll be there at the concert screaming at your lungs, and listening to this man stay on rhythm beat and have actual breath control when he’s going for a speed to is going to be insane in mind melting
Let’s be honest, you wanna fuck this man on the regular basis just because he’s him. But you’re telling me that he’s cultured and he can wrap and knows what the fuck he’s talking about?
Coochie hours have been extended
And it gets even worse when he knows that this turns you on so anytime that you turn back to look at him he’s already looking at you, wrapping the verse with little to no effort and giving you those bad eyes because he just knows. He knows what he’s doing to you and you have no Other choice but to either look away or to hold eye contact because we both know this is gonna end up messy when you guys get back to the Airbnb or hotel room
“I said, "He's so sweet, make her wanna lick the wrapper" So I let her lick the rapper”, and this mans eyes are dead set on you and his gives the lip bite… Yeah yeah… time for me to gooooo
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I FEEL LIKE I SHOULD PREFACE:
these are NOT meant to be soundalikes. i think our guys would use their own intonations, inflections, and creative decisions for things like cadence and ad-libs in these songs. this is meant to be a showcase of what vibes i think their songs would be. under the cut, i'll have notes on why i chose tracks, certain covers of songs, etc.
All that to say—This Is: Wings of Illyria
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01 The Great Escape — BOYS LIKE GIRLS the song that started it all.... i've definitely said this way too many times, but i'll say it again. the bridge. 'we won't hear a word.... they.... say / they don't know us anyway.' that is azriel's part. that is where the crowd goes batshit (buh dum tss). i think their songs would be a range of stuff like pop-punk, alt, rock. this one might be a bit different than the rest of the energy of the playlist, but i was not folding on this one, it HAD to be in the playlist.
02 Seven Nation Army — The White Stripes the bass in this is so iconic and i thought az deserved it. thats pretty much the only reason, i can't even lie
03 Take Me Out — Franz Ferdinand i just really love this song LMFAOOOO also i can see rhys KILLING IT on guitar. i ALSO really like the thought of az and cass having fun shouting the backing vocals. OH OH and az and rhys playing their instruments back to back with these shit-eating smirks on their faces mmm yum
04 Somebody Told Me — The Killers this is the first of the "fun" songs i chose for them, i think that'll make more sense when you listen to the rest of the "fun" ones. like i think these are the slightly less serious songs that they'd enjoy performing.
05 Kryptonite — 3 Doors Down i think this is one of the ones i find truer to their usual sound (usual, i say, as if i didnt just make it all up lol)
06 Sex on Fire — Kings of Leon a more mellow one comparatively. the instrumentals are great in this and i see them having fun with it
07 Come As You Are — Nirvana also a bit more mellow, but i think rhys would kill this
08 Aerials — System Of A Down so.. serj tankian has a very unique voice and i love it but obv rhys wouldnt sound like that yknow? i just think the guitar in this song is awesome and i think rhys would have a lot of fun playing this one (also az on harmony yum)
09 The Kill — Thirty Seconds To Mars a classic emo/alt song. this one all around is AMAZING for them. the backing vocals, the belting, the DRUMS. cass would have so much fun on this one
10 Everlong — Foo Fighters starts slow but picks up, i think the instrumentals all around are very them. i see rhys being super passionate on vocals (not to mention how iconic the guitar is HELLOOOO), cass smashing the mf drums, az with the mellow backing vocals
11 Dance, Dance — Fall Out Boy i think if any of these songs are a bit out of the realm of the others, these two fall out boy tracks are it. dont get me wrong, it still fits into the vibe with those "fun" songs i was talking about, it's just one of their less serious songs i think
12 Thnks fr th Mmrs — Fall Out Boy three hot guys singing about casual sex. need i say more?
13 Fashionably Late — Falling in Reverse ANOTHER FUN SONG AHAHHAHAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! listen they would eat this shit up. im noticing a pattern that i find songs that objectify women or talk about them in the most dude way ever to be extremely hot. specifically when i think about rhys, az, and cass performing them. sue me. the only lyric-specific notes i have for this one are these: r: without a doubt, sorry about making out with your friends c: MWAH >:D and also the r: without a doubt, sorry about fucking all your friends a: *hyper feminine voice* what? something just tells me rhys and cass would gang up on him and make him do that one live but over time there are like fan-made compilations of his "what?" and he ends up looking forward to it to hear the crowd go nutso
14 Dear Maria, Count Me In — All Time Low pop punk singer rhys!! i love!! another "fun" song
15 Are You Gonna Be My Girl — Jet yet another "fun" song! ugh idk i just find them singing about a girl to be very hot and sexy
16 Good Girls Bad Guys — Falling in Reverse surprise surprise another fun one >:D but make it sexy >:D
17 You're Gonna Go Far, Kid — The Offspring the guitar.. the aggressive lyrics.... the shouted ad libs (def cass on the 'trust, deceived' at the end of the second verse) and the lower harmony by az
18 Prayer of the Refugee — Rise Against i love love LOVE imagining them going full rock band on stage like head banging and throwing 100% of themselves into it, i just love the chorus of this song and imagining rhys going in on this is so like..... loving sigh
19 Scotty Doesn't Know — Lustra A "FUN" SONG!! ONE OF MY FAV "FUN" SONGS ON THIS LIST!! like i said,, these hot guys singing about a girl.. add in the fact that theyre singing about fucking her>>>>>
20 I Was Made For Lovin' You — YUNGBLUD OKAY. i have a good bit to say about this one bc i realize it's an interesting choice. i had the original by KISS on here at first, but the sound was a bit too classic rock compared to the rest of their stuff. this cover gives a bit more of a modern-alt-rock sound? i want to make known that i HATE the way "can't" in the first "i can't get enough of you baby" is sung, but it's only once. i also love the PICK UP IN TEMPO AAAAA its really good. let me walk you through the thought process. im seeing in concert we've got like.. a dark stage. a spotlight on rhys seated at a piano, singing into the mic. once he sings the first chorus, he stands, the lights come up, az tosses him his guitar, he catches it with one hand, throwing the strap over himself, the guitar spins around him and then rhys starts fuckin GOING AT IT. anyway..... yeah that's why i chose this cover instead of the original
21 You Give Love A Bad Name — Bon Jovi ik i said classic rock wasnt their sound but this one is just so good. i can see them giving this one a slightly more modern feel
22 Savior — Rise Against do me a favor. listen to this with headphones. start the song with just the right earbud in, then at the end of that intro verse, put the left one in so the guitar grows. those isolated vocals would be az. thank u.
23 Situations — Escape the Fate remember how 19 was one of my fav "fun" songs on the list? THIS is my fav one. its just so openly sexual, vey raunchy, they'd be very sexy singing this and the crowd would cream their pants
24 Sexy Drug — Falling in Reverse take one listen to this one and you'll see why i added it on here i think im getting predictable LMFAOOOO
25 The Drug In Me Is You — Falling In Reverse this one's just as simple as great vocals, bitchin guitar, amazing drums
26 Paralyzer — Finger Eleven again, BITCHIN guitar
27 I Hate Everything About You — Three Days Grace the AGGRESSION!!!!! RAAAA!!!!!!! thats it, it's aggressive and they'd be hot playing this song
28 Covet — Basement another slower song, but i love it so i put it. duh. every album has one or two slower songs, this is one of them.
29 Zombie — Bad Wolves i absolutely LOVE this one. it has more of that rock feel for these guys than the original by the cranberries. thats why i chose this cover. i can see them head banging to this one
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yall were interested so just gonna tag you here!! hope you enjoy :D @anarchiii @chairofchaos @blushingfawnsposts @mellowmusings @acoazlove
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paper rings | bang chan
waking up in australia next to your fiance was better than you ever could have imagined // 18+, minors dni
words: 1.32k // warnings: established relationship, engagement and marriage, reference to trying for a baby, soft dom!chan, sub!fem!reader, slapping (once), unprotected sex



a/n: yeah icl i tried to wrap this up asap because i had no motivation to finish it anymore LMFAOOOO
with the six am sun fluttering through the blinds of the beach house you were staying in, the warmth radiating off of your skin, and your fiance’s chest pressed against your bare back, you truly felt like you were in heaven. it had been approximately 10 hours since chris got down on one knee outside the beautiful sea-front restaurant you were eating at, and you were convinced the smile hadn't left your face since.
feeling him shift behind you, you carefully rolled over to face him, eyes carefully tracing every inch of his face. you truly could look at him forever. “you’re staring again, baby.” he mumbled, eyes blearily opening as he gave you a smile. you shrugged lightly, reaching up to brush his hair out of his face. “can’t help it. you’re so pretty, channie. can’t believe i get to marry you.” at your admission, the tips of his ears flushed red. “oh yeah? well, i can’t believe you want to marry me. you’re so gorgeous, sweetheart. n’all mine, too.”
it may have been the way the sun bounced off his skin, each freckle reflected back to you, or it may have been the overwhelming realization that you were going to spend the rest of your life with him, but you couldn’t help but lean in and plant your lips gently on chan’s. he kissed you back with equal tenderness, his tongue darting across your lower lip, ever so kindly asking for permission to go further.
and of course, you accepted. only a fool wouldn’t allow chris to have his way with them. all you wanted was to stay in this moment, wrapped in his arms forever, craving him always but never quite satisfied. a calloused hand pulled your hips flush against his, no inch of your bodies untouching, as he nipped at your lips, wrapping his other hand through your hair, never quite close enough to you.
a gentle sigh left your lips as he trailed kisses down your jaw, leaving his mark across your throat, and your hands wandered lower to finally give him some of the relief he’d been craving. the heat radiating from your core and turn in your stomach was enough to allow you to move without thinking, chris was already straining against his boxers - the stretch making the material feel so much thinner than it already was. his fingers gently palmed at your core over your panties, your brows furrowed, lower lip caught under your teeth as you tried to suppress a groan.
“you can be noisy, baby, no one’s gonna hear us,” his hand slipped under your underwear, the warmth of your slick across his fingers making him throb. slowly, you slipped your hand below his waistband and began stroking him, thumb paying extra attention to the sensitive head. he breathed a shaky moan into the crook of your neck, other rubbing circles into your hips.
you bucked your hips into his palm, needing more friction than he was currently willing to give you, eliciting a chuckle from him. “more baby? oh, you’re so needy. lucky i don’t make you work for it more.”
in one swift motion, he’d flipped you onto my front, kneeling behind you and running his pretty hands across the expanse of your ass. god damn his obsession with your ass when the place you needed him most was merely inches further forward. “gonna fuck you so good, baby girl. fill you up with my cum, yeah?” the moan you let out at his words was almost embarrassing, but you both knew your ever-present breeding kink would come in handy with the prospect of starting a family.
“please, channie. need it so bad, need you to fuck me so full,” you whimpered, hips pushing back to graze against his boner. “you wouldn’t deny your wife-to-be that, would you?” and if his reaction hadn’t been just what you needed you may have regretted trying to rile him up like that. instead, a large hand came down swiftly on your ass cheek, the blunt force of it forcing you forwards, nearly losing your balance and going face-first into the pillow.
the moan that left you lips was exquisite in chan’s mind, his body moving without much meaning, and ripping your panties down you legs to expose your glistening cunt. taking a breath to compose himself, chan’s demeanor once again changed, the sweet, caring man he was when you made love - rather than just an amazing fuck - reappearing.
his palms spread your ass, and you could almost feel the way he was looking at your core with such hunger. “god, you’re so perfect. my perfect girl. gonna ruin you soon, but first i need a taste of that gorgeous cunt.”
“no, no chris please. need you inside me right now or i’m gonna go fucking crazy. please, baby, you stretch me out so good i need it.” you whined, words slurring at the amount of want in your voice.
you heard him groan behind you, the kind of groan he only let out when your words affected him much more than he wanted to admit, and you felt him crawling back up the bed. you turned yourself back to face him, absolutely enamored with the way his eyes were looking at you so softly, and heart leaping as he scooped you into his arms.
“my pretty baby, you just wanna be stuffed full, huh? wanna let me hear those pretty moans and watch as you fall apart on my cock?”
you keened, planting wet kisses across his throat. “please, channie. need it so bad.”
unable to hold back any longer, chan spread your legs, running his fingers through your folds. god, you were soaking. he’d be surprised if you weren’t dripping so much we stained the sheets below you.
groaning softly to himself, he pulled your chest closer to his, hiking one of your legs over his hip. this was undeniably your favourite position to fuck in - it was so comfortable, and so intimate that nothing could compare to it when you needed chan to be soft, and slow, and sweet.
he teased his length along your folds, tip catching your clit and causing you both to let out a gasp into each other's mouths, tongues moving lazily against one another. you rolled your hips gently, testing the waters of chan’s patience, before he bit down lightly on your jaw, tongue licking over the mark as soon as he released the skin from his hold.
“please, channie… need you inside, no teasing.” you whined, eyes rolling back as he gave in and pushed his length into your core.
you both took a moment to catch your breath as he bottomed out, the feeling of being full making you feel both so relieved and so at home. its not like you didn’t have a healthy and fulfilling sex life with chan - because you did - but everything he did got you so worked up and desperate it was almost like you needed him to be inside you to function.
pulling you in for a scorching kiss, chan rolling his hips gently, the tip of hs cock kissing that gooey spot inside you just right. you moaned into his mouth, back arching ever so slightly, pushing your chest further into his.
the feeling of his hands on your skin, tongue in your mouth and cock buried inside you was almost too much to bear.
“please move, baby. just wanna make you feel good.” you whispered, one hand grasping chan’s back while the other wrapped itself in his dark curls.
of course, he complied instantly. he’d do anything for you. rocking his hips gently, he connected your lips again, hand rubbing soft circles into your hip.
as he pressed kisses down your neck and to your chest, you caught a gleam of light hitting the stone in your newest ring, and a grin crossed your face.
you’d never been happier.
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in the spirit of living like jordaiden has a thriving 2010s tumblr era following, I felt compelled to fill out a ship meme for them...
cleaner crop, more insights, and a blank template under the cut xoxo
Age/Height
JORDI'S AGE/HEIGHT NEVER GET REVEALED!!!! I just made it up based on what my heart wanted, and my heart wants Jordi to both be slightly taller and a little older than Aiden bc it makes for a cuter dynamic. Annoying old man bothers similarly old, but slightly younger, man.
How it Happens
I don't think either of them fully intend for it to happen, nor does it happen particularly quickly because, in Scotty's words:
“What is it about your generation? Why can’t you just talk to one another?”
Jordi inadvertently trips face first into having Genuine Feelings for Aiden because for some inexplicable reason, he cannot stay away from Aiden for long. He makes excuses for himself all the time but we all know what he is (🌈🌈).
Aiden is slightly different in that he doesn't actively try to create opportunities to see Jordi... it just so... happens to work out... their schedules align and Jordi crashes into his life... or something goes sideways and he needs Jordi's help... and then post Legion DLC he gets his fanfic-esque "Oh" moment.
Handling Conflict
RESIDENT SHIT STIRRER JORDI REPORTING IN. HE LITERALLY TRIED TO KILL AIDEN LMFAO. He moved on real quick from the attempt too LOL, bro doesn't take anything That Seriously. He's not always difficult for difficult's sake though—Jordi and Aiden have frequent ideological disagreements but I imagine that time tempers them both... and in the end, Jordi goes where Aiden does...
And we know how Aiden feels about disagreements. He still hangs on to Lena's death and pursues revenge rather doggedly... also, I think it's really funny if he just keeps bringing up the fact that Jordi tried to kill him Once. Aiden isn't completely conflict averse though and we see him butt heads quite a few times in the Stars and Stripes novel.
Relationship Attitude
ok. so Jordi has a reputation of being a hotshot playboy that never commits to anything and strings all his lovers along bc commitment isn't really his style. UNTIL AIDEN.
Jordi forgets all about his flings and somehow falls FACE FIRST into monogamy bc all he thinks of anymore is Aiden and the only person he booty calls is Aiden. So yes, he is Very Committed to Aiden EVEN IF HE TELLS HIMSELF HE ISN'T.
Aiden is... Aiden. He's never letting Jordi go.
Attachment
this one is funny to me bc I KNOW Jordi doesn't think himself as being protective of Aiden AND YET HE COMES RUNNING BACK TO SAVE AIDEN AT THE VERY END OF THE BOOK, AND THREATENS WRENCH DURING LEGION WHEN HE THINKS HE'S HOLDING AIDEN HOSTAGE.
Aiden is once again Aiden. I don't think Jordi can top that. We saw the lengths he went to protect Nicky and avenge Lena.
First to apologize after a fight
Jordi's pride is riding on the line at all times and he doesn't think he's wrong most of the time LMFAOOOO so Aiden usually ends up apologizing first... <3
The best caregiver when the other is sick
Jordi simultaneously has horrific and amazing bedside manners. Aiden is pretty consistently pleasant though... and it comes from caring for Nicky when she was sick, and then later Jackson and Lena when they got sick...
Designated driver
they both fight over this one tbh LMFAOOO Jordi does most of the driving in the novel but I just knooooooow Aiden hates being a passenger princess if he can help it... same thing for Jordi... both just feel more at Control when they're the one behind the wheel
(drunk or otherwise)
Sensitive to changes in their partner
The entire novel is a WEALTH of tidbits where Jordi and Aiden just Wordlessly Understand each other. They know what the other is thinking, how they operate, what they want, and so so much more GOD I CANNOT GET OVER IT THEY'RE OPEN BOOKS TO EACH OTHER
The one who proposes
Jordi "I have nightmarish commitment issues the likes of no one you've ever known before" Chin struggles to say "I love you" let alone "Will you marry me?" so the responsibility falls on Aiden both times HAHAHAH the proposal happens post legion, btw <3
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8x14 reactions "sick day"
👆🏼🤓 ackshually bananas are berries too
Botanists are always forgotten 🥲 signed: a paleobotanist
Denny my man thank you for contributing to the chimney disbelief fund
LMFAOOOO
Me: Another bus??? 🐔: "oh good, a bus"
8b is really leaning into the throwback bits--or maybe I'm seeing things and the guy with his leg stuck is just a guy with his leg stuck
Bobby going full buck
Bobby disappearing into the mist that was some good cinematography
Anirudh great job at sounding distraught
🎶DONT JUST STAND THERE AND WATCH IT BURN🎶
MAY!!!!!!!!!!
oooh a Spanish colonial!!!
Guys they're literally rebuilding the house I don't think it can be considered "your old room"
Athena being like "ain't no chance my mom is staying with us"
harry, may, unless I am mistaken y'all have both moved out you don't need dedicated rooms, maybe 2 guest rooms
Buck really said "NOBODY ELSE IS ABANDONING ME THIS MONTH SIT YO ASS DOWN"
Oh buck has gotten back on that horse too many times ravi
Virus foreshadowing 🙄
Why the hell would you tank an incubation period that much unless you wanted to kill people...
Ok making an antiviral doesn't negate the above statement IT MAKES IT MORE DANGEROUS bc people get overly comfortable with it and also it poses even more risk if it gets out SMH
Feels like an angstier version of Meredith grey with all this rule breaking
That needle is way too big even for a human vaccine what the hell
👨🏼💻Wiki rabbit hole interlude👨🏼💻
cchfv, aka crimean congo hemorrhagic fever virus is a virus similar to ebola or dengue with ~25% risk of death. No formal treatment, on both US and WHO global priority list for r&d "a disease posing the highest level of risk to national security and public health"
👨🏼💻Wiki rabbit hole interlude👨🏼💻
OK FOLLOWING THAT INTERLUDE, YOU REALLY SHOULD BE FOLLOWING REGULATIONS‼️‼️‼️
Also any lab dealing with viruses like these almost certainly has more than 3 people wtf
FIRE HER
90 minutes vs 2 weeks is not gonna matter in the climate aspect
There's no way a level 4 center only has 55 staff total
Bobby really is going full buck this episode damn
"hot zone" I loved that show
This really is #greatest hits, sending Chim up into the vents?!?!
Ok if it's remove the suit or die Imma roll these dice 🎲
⚠️⚠️BUCK SPIRAL TIME IMMINENT⚠️⚠️
There's our beautiful boy trying to go "full buck"
"I've got someone on scene"
A DAY?!??
Ok how long til buck panic calls eddie
CAN HEN CATCH NOT A BREAK THIS SEASON??
"I still have my face"
Mr executive man mention the fucking 90 minute shit
You're telling me the med kits don't have n-95s?!?!
"you can do that" "we're the army" 💀
Another #greatest hit with the ribs???(Iykyk)
MADNEY CANT CATCH A BREAK EITHER WHAT THE HELL
hell yeah roz tell em moira's a bitch
they're saying this like they're guaranteed to die... Fatality rate is typically around 25%
There's got to be more than 4 doses of that antiviral?
"you didn't think I was coming here to ask for permission did you" LMFAO ATHENAAAA
TERRORISM CHARGES??
👨🏼💻Wiki rabbit hole interlude👨🏼💻
Ok have they googled the legal definition of international terrorism bc this is not it, and domestic terrorism has no formal charge associated with it, and domestic terrorism usually has the requirement of being ideologically driven and with intent to intimidate or coerce civilians or influence governmental policy/conduct
👨🏼💻Wiki rabbit hole interlude👨🏼💻
LMFAOOOO BOBBY NASH
🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉COMMIT CRIMES RAVI 🎉🎉🎉
oh shit
Preview
I'm noticing a lack of Ravi in the preview, that might mean something
Buck gonna be distraught again lfg!
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