#Pls don steal

[asinusrufus]

Ptah, the Cosmocrator / Memphite Triad (WiP)

[0097linersb]

Sour Candy (m)

Pairings: Mingi x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 5k~

Warnings: Very very very needy Mingi, wouldn't say exactly sub!mingi but kind of sub!mingi u know, good boi´s just very desperate. consent lines are kind of blurred in this one so pls skip if it makes u uncomfortable, this was just written in like an hour with absolutely no thoughts or grammar-checking, head empty only filled with crying whiny men <3

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“What time did Yunho say he was coming back again?” You asked for about the fourth time that afternoon. 

“In like an hour or two,” Mingi answered patiently like he did all the other times you asked before. “Bro, why do you hate me?” 

“Because you keep making me play this boring game and it really fucking sucks.” 

“That´s just because you´re bad at it.” 

“You´re literally worse than me.” 

“Maybe modernity was wrong all along, maybe women really shouldn´t be allowed to have opinions.” 

“It is a fact, not an opinion. Maybe you men should still be in planes being shipped off to war and leave us alone.” 

“Fine. Do you want to play something else, princess?” 

“Let´s play Overcooked,” You squealed.  

Mingi didn´t even groan this time when you mentioned the game you and Seonghwa were obsessing over lately, simply going back to the home screen on Yunho´s Playstation and looking for the colorful icon. He knew there was no arguing with you. 

While the game was loading, Mingi handed you the main controller and stood up, fixing his shirt that had scrunched up and stretching his back, “Set everything up, I´m gonna go find some snacks.” 

You happily did as told, driving your little animated truck towards the level you had last failed at and playing with your phone to wait for your friend, at least until your vision was blocked by said friend pushing a red plastic bag in front of your face. 

“What´s that?” You asked, already reaching into the bag and picking up one of the soft candies inside. 

Mingi simply shrugged, already chewing on one of the jellies, “Dunno, found them in the kitchen. They´re pretty good though.” 

You trusted his words, popping the candy into your mouth and waiting for the flavors to kick in - and hell you wish you didn´t. 

“Oh my god this is disgusting,” Your face contorts in distaste. 

“It´s cinnamon,” Mingi stares you down, clearly not amused.  

“Yeah, with candle wax. Ew.” 

“Just swallow it and stop being a baby.” 

“I will literally kill myself.” 

He gave you another judgmental glare and sat down next to you on the couch once again, already reaching for his third candy from hell as you forced yourself to let it slide down your throat. You handed him the main remote and picked up the secondary one, coughing to see if flowing some air into your lungs would get the taste of rotten papaya out of your mouth.  

“Maybe it´s poison that Yunho left out as a trap because you keep stealing his food.” 

“Nah, it was right on top of the counter,” He waved it off, pressing play on the game. 

“My point stands.” 

“Yeah, whatever.” 

“You´re very eloquent today.” 

“You´re very annoying today.” 

“The salmon Mingi, the fucking salmon!!” 

“I´m getting it!” 

“Bro, you gotta throw it!” 

“Fuck. I know, but if I leave the fucking rice is going to burn.” 

“I´m throwing you more rice.” 

“I don´t need it.” 

“Yes, you do. Oh my god.” 

“What I do need are some clean plates.” 

“Oh, yeah. On it.” 

“Why do you like this game?” He groaned, cleaning the sweat from his forehead and reaching for another candy in the bag. “You´re making me stress eat.” 

“Doesn´t it make you feel pumped?”  

“Yeah, pumped to punch the TV.” 

“We have one more minute, we can do it if you stop being dumb.” 

“There are literally two plates on the counter ready to go and you haven´t delivered them yet.” 

“Jeez, done. Can you slice me some tomatoes?” 

“One sec,” He answered, mouth full of yet another candy. 

“It would be faster if you would just stop eating.” 

“We´re not making it anyways, let me enjoy one thing at least.” 

And he was right: a few seconds later the TV screen was filled with the sad numbers displaying how you didn´t reach the minimum score - didn´t even come close to it in fact. 

Mingi let out his frustrations by popping the nth white jelly past his lips and you stared at him in disgust, reaching for the bag to understand what that malevolent creation even was.  

“Huh...” 

“What?” He asked. 

“Hm, I mean, this is all in German or Dutch but I´m pretty sure this word means aphrodisiac.” 

“Come again?” His mouth was hanging open mid chew, unblinking eyes staring at you. 

“Hm, yeah. Wasn´t Yunho´s friend just in Amsterdam? The one with the big smile? Maybe he brought those as a souvenir, since you know, it´s Amsterdam. Like, ‘haha look at this candy that makes you horny´.” 

“Oh, yeah. But it´s like a placebo touristy thing, right?” He laughed nervously. “Like, these won´t actually make me horny, right?” 

“Nah, I don´t think this kind of stuff works. It´s probably just for shit and giggles. Do you feel any different?” 

“I don´t know, my heart is beating faster. I think I´m going to die.” 

“Mingi, relax. Now it´s probably just because you´re nervous.” 

“No, what if there´s some kind of drug in these? I ate almost 10 of them! Oh my god I´m going to die. Am I going to overdose, Y/N? What if I start hallucinating?” 

He was being a bit overdramatic, but he did have genuine concerns. 

“Wait, let me call Yunho.” 

Mingi didn´t even hear you, too busy at his own pity party as he whined and stared at the bag´s labels like he could suddenly speak Dutch.  

“Y/N?” Yunho´s voice filled your ears. 

“Hm, hi. Sorry to bother you at work but we´ve kind of got a situation.” 

“Oh my god, did Mingi break my door playing with the bar? I already told him-” 

“No, nothing like that. Huh, do you know that candy that you left on the kitchen counter?” 

“What? No. What cand- Oh. Oh.” 

“Huh, yeah. So... Mingi found it and ate like 10 of them?” 

“Y/N.” 

“Is that bad? He´s kind of freaking out, he´s afraid there´s like drugs in them or something.” 

“There are some stimulants in them but like, in minor quantities. He won´t die because of it. But bro, bro.” 

“What?” You whined, Yunho´s tone making you anxious. 

“He had 10 of them? San had like 3 and said he was at it for hours.” 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah, oh.” 

“So I guess these do work, huh?” 

“Haven´t tried them, but from what San says it´s some strong shit. Did you take any?” 

“Just like one, tastes like organic trash.” 

“Yeah, good. Let me know how it goes, please just stay out of my bedroom.” 

“Your bedroom? Why would- What are you trying to imply, Jeong Yunho?” 

“Oh shit, client calling. Byeee,” He laughed. “Stupid.” 

As soon as you put your phone away, Mingi stopped talking to himself like a mad man and stared at you with big hopeful eyes. 

“I have good news and bad news.” 

“Am I going to die?” 

“That´s the good news: no, you´re not. No.” 

“And what are the bad news?” 

“Apparently you will get very horny, though.” 

He froze at your words, looking down at his pants, “I don´t feel it, though.” 

“Maybe you won´t, it might be different for everyone,” You shrug, standing up and grabbing your sweater. “All I know is that I am leaving because if it does happen, that´s not a sight I want to be here for.” 

“Please no,” Mingi whined, literally throwing himself on his knees to catch your arm before you could walk away. “Don´t leave me alone here. I just ingested unknown substances, what if my body reacts badly and I actually die? What if I throw up and drown in my own puke here all alone?” 

Once again, over-dramatic but right.  

“Yeah, you´re right,” You sighed. “I would still rather die than see you with a boner so here´s what we´re gonna do: I´m locking myself in Yunho´s room and you can freely roam the apartment and do whatever you want, I´ll check up on you every few minutes. Sounds good?” 

“Yeah, ok,” Mingi agreed. 

“Also, if you´re going to like - ” You motioned vaguely towards his pants hoping he would get what you were trying to say. “Give me a heads up so I can put on some earphones.” 

“Oh my god,” He whined in shame, cheeks going flush. “Yeah, ok.” 

“Ok, good. Huh, bye,” You awkwardly waved as you made your way towards Yunho´s room. “Good luck.” 

You closed the door behind you, hearing as Mingi opened some other game back in the living room. There was not much to do in Yunho´s room so you decided to lay in bed and scroll through Tiktok until Mingi stopped thinking he was going to die and you could leave. Also, you did eat one of the candies too, so you guessed that if they did work, you would feel it as well. 

10 minutes later you still heard Mingi normally playing and cursing outside, but you still decided to yell out an “Everything good?” just to be sure. 

“Yeah!” Was his answer. 

Another 15 minutes went by, and you shot him a text. 

Not dead yet? 

Mings: Still good, I don´t think these things actually work. 

Maybe Yunho was just messing with us.  

Mings: Yeah, fucking asshole. 

You went back to watching your silly little videos, not even noticing the time passing or how everything suddenly went quiet outside. Over half an hour had gone by when your ears finally perked up at the lack of your friend´s loudness.  

You sat up in bed worried. 

You good? 

No answer. 

Mingi? 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

You were already picturing his dead body looking all stupid on Yunho´s carpet, thinking about how you were going to explain to the paramedics that he died because he ate too much horny candy.  

No, even worse: How would you explain this to his family? 

Oh, no. Not your best friend. How would you live without him? You liked teasing him and you bickered a lot but you love- 

Your little spiral of insanity was interrupted by a knock on the door and your body was finally able to move after how it had been paralyzed with fear for a few minutes. 

“Mingi?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Oh, thank god. You scared the shit out of me,” You took a deep breath in relief, staring at Yunho´s white door. “What´s up?” 

“Huh, can I come in?” 

You furrowed your eyebrows at his tone.  

Something sounded weird about this.  

“Sure,” You answered skeptically.  

Mingi opened the door and came in, head cast down and gaze not meeting your eyes. 

“What´s wrong-” You started asking worriedly, about to jump out of the bed to go check up on him before your eyes finally zeroed in on the very prominent bulge in his pants. “Song Mingi! What the fuck?” 

“I- I don´t know what to do,” His eyes finally met yours, cheeks tinted in pink and hands trembling. He looked at you like a kicked puppy.  

“And what do I have to do with it? Go deal with it yourself. Eeew, we talked about this,” You raised your hand in the air to try and block the bottom half of Mingi from your line of vision.  

“I already did,” He groaned, rubbing his face in frustration. “Twice.” 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah. Nothing fucking works - and also, I just can´t stop thinking about you.” 

“What?” You never heard your voice go so high before. “Nuh uh, we´re not going there. Absolutely not.” 

“I´m not happy about it either, ok?” His fingers were squeezing the corner of the door so thigh they were almost white. “Just please, help me out this once. Please.” 

Oh. 

Oh. 

Oh. 

You just prayed that the reason you started clenching around nothing was because the candy was finally kicking in and not because stupid Song Mingi was practically begging in front of you. 

“No!” You screeched, weirded out by your own sudden reaction. “This isn´t you talking, it´s just th stupid candy, you´ll regret it after it wears off -” 

“No but I won´t,” He disagreed, closing the door and rushing towards you like a madman in three large strides. 

You had never seen him like this, you never once in a million years could have gone as far as even imagining the look in his eyes right now. 

“Fuck. It´s just - your skin is so soft, you know?” Mingi pushed the covers to the side so his hand could squeeze your thigh, his knees dipping into the mattress as he crawled on top of you. You were too shocked to move away, frozen in place with your mouth open wide, not really knowing what to do as he rubbed the palm of his hands up and down your skin, squeezing it occasionally with a heavy breath like he had just reached heaven´s gate. 

“Mingi,” You warned, but your voice didn´t sound that threatening anymore. 

“Please, just once,” He breathed out, practically rubbing himself against your body like a cat in heat forcing you to slowly lie back in the bed, his hands gently guiding yours over your head as you slid down. You looked up at his glazed eyes, at the way his hands were shaking around your wrists, the way he was discreetly rutting against your thigh without even realizing he was doing it. He looked so vulnerable and frenzied – And it was doing something to you. 

“Mingi,” You whined, not even sure what you were trying to say or do. 

“You kept walking around with this white top all day,” He let out a broken groan, looking down at said top. “Your boobs look amazing in it. I just- I – Can I?” 

His begging eyes were enough to get you automatically nodding before even realizing what you were agreeing to - When you did process what he was asking for though, his right hand was already squeezing your boobs and kneading at them like his life depended on it, his calloused fingers firm on your body. You could feel how hard he was every time he subconsciously ground against you, shaky hot breaths leaving his lips and hitting the sensitive skin on the side of your neck where his plump soft lips kept lightly brushing against with every move. 

Mingi took advantage of the position, sucking against your vein and leaving pleas in the form of little kisses around your skin. His thumb played with your nipple and your hands were still abandoned on top of your head against the sheets, not sure if you would really let this happen yet - but Mingi didn´t seem to mind, too lost in worshipping you into compliance.  

“I need to fuck you. Like, right now. I´ll - I´ll make you feel good too, I promise,” The shakier and breathier his voice sounded the wetter you got. “I promise. I promise. Please. We -we don´t even need to fuck I can – I can – Let me – Just the tip- Anything-” 

“Just the tip?” 

“Yeah,” He eagerly nodded, his eyes so hopeful you could melt. 

“Ok,” You agreed, physically not being able to say no to his pleading eyes.  

“Fuck,” He groaned in surprise, not actually thinking you would agree to it - But since you did, he wasted no time and made quick work of practically ripping your cotton short down your legs in one harsh tug. “Under normal circumstances I would, you know – But, I – right now I – I can´t.” 

“It´s ok,” You assured, afraid he would actually cry if you made him wait another single second with how desperate he was. 

He hooked his finger on the bottom of your panties and pushed them to the side, not even being able to take them out. He stared at your pussy for a moment, his eyes looking even more insane than before at the sight, like he would actually growl at you. 

“Fuck,” Mingi cursed as he went out of the little trance he was in, pushing his sweater pants and boxers down in a rush - once again not even bothering with taking them all out.  

And oh fuck. 

His cock was so hard you could imagine how it actually hurt; it throbbed against the skin of his abdomen without even being touched, looking swollen and angry with all the veins surrounding it - And man were you glad you agreed on just the tip because there was just no way that would fit without a lot of preparation first. Even with how wet you were right now. Who knew? 

Mingi leaned on top of you once again, one arm supporting the weight of his body in between your legs as he gently guided his dick up and down your folds, his eyes closing at the feeling, a violent shiver taking over his thighs and up his spine with a loud groan.  

Like he had absolutely no control over his body, Mingi positioned himself against your entrance, slowly pushing just a little bit in as promised. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” His groans sounded so raw against your ear as he cursed over the initial resistance of your walls, his forehead meeting your neck to try and ground himself. 

You even let a moan out yourself because this was absolute madness, it felt insane. Your whole body was buzzing like you were electrified, your fingers ached to scratch Mingi´s back and pull him all the way in - Damn, those candies were good.  

And you only had one. 

“Y/N, fuck,” Mingi gasped as he started moving his hips in shallow little thrusts so he wouldn´t break your agreement. “Ah - Ah. I can´t think strai - You´re so pretty. Fuck, fuck.” 

His lips met your neck once again, messy kisses full of saliva and teeth as he shuddered on top of you, leaving marks that would soon turn purple. You could feel how tense every single muscle in his body was as he fought against himself to not rut deeper into you every time he moved, and you were biting onto your lip so hard to keep the noises inside that you could taste blood.  

“Thank you, thank you,” You shivered at the way cold air hit your neck when Mingi pulled back a bit to look you in the eye, “Can I go ah- a little deeper, please? Just a little. It feels so good, I need ah- more. Fuck.” 

“Mingi.” 

“Please,” He cried out and you just couldn´t believe the sight in front of you. 

Tall big strong Song Mingi with the deep voice, reduced to a disheveled delirious mess. His ashy blond hair rumpled, his cheeks burning pink and skin glistening with sweat, his pupils huge and shiny and he just looked so disheartened that it was breaking your heart to not let him just use you however he wanted.  

“I need you,” He agonized, his right arm clinging onto your shoulder like you would run away from him if you could, so out of it that he was already pushing deeper into you without even noticing, eyes shut so tightly at the sensation of your walls around him. “Please, please, please, please,” It was like a mantra. 

He was far gone. 

And kind of so were you. 

You whine in pain and raspy moans left Mingi´s soft lips every time he thrust back into you, hitting farther each time, “I´m sorry, baby. I´m sorry. You can take it right? Ah – Just a bit more, I promise. Fuck. I´m almost ah- in. Why do you smell so good? It´s driving me ah – insane.” 

It hurt, it did hurt, but you also didn´t seem to mind that he was practically splitting you open when his voice sounded this pretty apologizing for it. 

The speed and strength of his hips started picking up to match his urgency, his plush lips were open so captivatingly and his weight was now supported by both arms so he could pistol into you. He didn´t have a specific angle or rhythm to it, his moves were strictly instinctual and carnal, your nails finally finding your way down his back to keep yourself anchored to reality. 

“You´re so so so beautiful, fuck. Your lips - can´t stop thinking about them around my ah- cock. Will you show me?”  

You loved how broken his voice sounded. 

“Yeah, baby. Whatever you want.” 

He shuddered once again at your words, “I´m so close.” 

“Me too,” You nodded, still doing your very best to not let noises of pleasure escape past your lips – and kind of failing. 

“Let me hear you,” Mingi growls, managing to somehow snake his hand in between your bodies to start drawing quick circles on your clit. “Please, I love your voice.” 

You wouldn´t be able to hold back even if you wanted to.  

His chaotic rhythm had an appeal of its own, every broken moan that left his mouth drew you closer to the edge until you finally reached it. Your vision went black, nails digging into Mingi´s biceps so harshly you would feel bad for it later, every muscle in your body tightening as it all washed over you in a devastating wave, leaving your body in the form of gasps and breathy moans. 

“Oh my god, fuck,” Mingi cursed at the way your walls were clenching so tightly around him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” 

He wouldn´t slow down and you were still coming down from your high, twitching with the aftershocks as the oversensitivity quickly began to rise, but you decided to ignore it the best you couldand push through it - you could tell Mingi was close anyway with the way his thrusts became even more erratic, and his voice went up with every moan.  

You were mesmerized by his glossy unfocused eyes, the frown on his forehead, so frantic to get what he needed by ramming into you. He looked so pretty like this, you wanted to destroy him-  

Wow. 

Wait. 

Now where did that come from? 

“Shit, I´m gonna- Fuck, fuck.” 

You watched as his whole body froze for a second before violently shaking, his eyes shot so tightly he was probably seeing white as he continued thrusting into you to ride his orgasm to the end as you felt something warm hitting your walls. And his moans, oh his moans – I mean, you were not deaf, you had always been well-aware that Mingi had an attractive voice, but to hear it like this, so raw and relieved, was truly something else. 

Mingi let out one last broken cry as he slowly stopped moving, dropping his weight on top of you to catch his breath, chest heaving up and down against your ribcage as his muscles continued twitching here and there. You took advantage of the moment to get yourself together too, stabilizing your breathing and trying to figure out what the hell just happened as you two went down, but you also kind of expected Mingi to say something or try to joke around a bit to lessen the burden of the fact that the two of you just fucked - and when he didn´t, well, you started getting worried. 

You were mustering up the courage to say something after the two minutes of silence when the last thing you expected to happen, happened.  

Your eyes were blown wide, “Mingi-” 

“I can´t stop, I´m sorry-” He whined, his still rock-solid cock now slowly moving inside of you once again, rutting into you like he had absolutely no control over himself. 

He was still hard? 

Wasn´t this like his third time already? 

His whole body was shaking in overstimulation but he wouldn´t stop grinding into you, “I´m sorry.” 

“Mingi,” You tried pulling away from him thinking that´s what he was asking for. 

“No, don´t. Ah- Need you,” He desperately grabbed onto your thighs and wrapped them around his hips, your chests flushed against each other's as he hid his forehead on your neck to keep fucking deep into you. Literal whines of pain were leaving his lips, it was like he was an animal incapable of rational thoughts, and it was making you feel dizzy. 

“Mingi, love. You´re going to hurt yourself.” 

“No, feels so ah- Just one more,” He moaned, body shuddering. His whines got you clenching involuntarily around him, suddenly realizing you were kind of close to the edge already. “Please.” 

You felt a strong bite on your shoulder disguising a groan, the animalistic act crashed with how smoothly he was sliding in and out of you, but it also showed how deranged he was at the moment. You tightened your thighs around Mingi´s hips and pulled at the hair on his nape, not bothering with trying to cover up your moans anymore. 

Mingi took the action as permission and started gradually moving his hips faster, broken little whines getting louder and more frequent each second until he was once again supported by both his arms and pistoling into you.  

“I can´t - I can´t,” His voice was so shaky, so broken. “I - Please.” 

And then your whole world stopped as you watched the first tear roll down Mingi´s cheek. 

You were mesmerized, you wanted to frame it.  

“It hurts,” He whimpered, another tear falling, followed by another and then another.  

“You´re almost there,” You cooed, deciding to be useful to the poor giant man breaking down on top of you. “Aren´t you? So close.” 

Mingi nodded, blinking harshly to clear his vision which resulted in more tears running down his face. You just couldn´t help supporting your weight onto your elbow so you could lean up and hold his jaw, kissing the salty traces across his cheeks until his face was clean. He immediately started shaking, moans growing whinier and choppier, his thrusts started losing their patterns as he plowed into you like his life depended on it, entering a mental state he never knew existed before. 

His right hand grabbed your thigh with enough force to bruise it badly as he came for what you imagined was the fourth time in an hour, holding you so close that you could feel his cock hitting impossible places deep inside of you. Mingi was breathing so hard you were kind of worried for his well-being but the noises leaving his lips assured you he was feeling pleasure at least as his nose found its place on your neck once again. 

“Feeling better?” You asked once he had calmed down a little. 

“Kind of,” He pushed back to look at you with a low chuckle, his eyes looking a tad bit saner already. “But I also kind of need to eat you out.” 

You felt his dick twitch inside of you at his own words and how the fuck was that even possible? 

A painful whimper left his lips at the slight stimulation, already way past oversensitive, “Please?” 

 He had the nerve to pout. 

[koiiiji]

✧˖° — windbreaker men & their nasty, perverted habits

✧˖° — mdni, smut, description of not safe for work content.

✧˖° all characters aged up ° ˖ ✧

idk why app let me add only 10 pics, so pls sorry, i added mostly rare characters✌🏻🥹😭

HANDSY! vinny

who is always seeking for your attention and physical touches unintentionally. vinny isn’t a big fan of showing feelings on public but he would keep his hand when hugs you by the waist suspiciously close to your ass or boobs. when you two in private, be prepared for a lot of ass spanks and vinny’s nimble hands to be all over your body under the shirt.

SPYING! jay jo

filthy motherfucker who would rather die then admit that he want to fulfill some sexual tension. so he would do everything, but not initiate sex - spying on you while you in bath, or his favorite, when you taking shower and and he can watch how streams of water flow down your hair, down your back, going lower and lower, and clouds of steam create some kind of obstacle, not allowing to fully enjoy the view, but still leaving an intimate picture that he is watching as if mesmerized, from behind a half-closed door

WHINY! min u

min u sometimes moan as a joke when you in hangout together, for example when you slap him on a shoulder after another joke, or when he accidentally hits his hand on a table or corner in your presence. AND he is super vocal in bed, like super super… even if he is on top, his voice go wild sometimes, when he's already euphoric and you're both chasing your second or third orgasm.

DIRTY MINDER! noah

noah thinks about sex in general and sex with you almost 24/7. she not thinking about it only when training and cycling, even in her sleep she saw dreams about having sex few times. she thinks about poses you two can try, about how you would look like under her or on top, or how it would look like in the mirror reflection, or if you try handcuffs, or if…. it’s always on her mind. she likes to experiment, as long as you comfortable with this, but even if you not, she would try to talk about it and comfort you into her experiment.

HORNY! harry

here is a little bit different from noah. harry just wants to have himself inside you, make love with you, hold you, rearrange your insides, all kinds of words that describes fucking. he is not thinking about experiments or things he want to try, he just want to be inside you. especially, he likes after training or after race sex, when he is still full of adrenaline and came to you to relieve himself. it doesn’t matter to be rough and aggressive sex, no, he hates to give you pain. yes, sometimes he likes to be a little bit rough but mostly he stops himself unless you saying him opposite, so mostly it’s just such a passionate sessions of making out, preparing, sex, and after care when he’s already calmed down, rubbing your back and humming softly.

PANTY STEALER! hwangyon

pervert. even though you two in relationship don not wonder that you won’t find your underwear after sleepover at his place. and if on this weekend you decided to stay at your place, don’t wonder if you won’t find pair of thong in your closet, this nasty whore definitely woke up earlier and took pantie to his pocket. it is not necessary for him to do something with them, but hwangyeon will definitely wrap them around his dick and will jack off, so when he finishes he will took photo of your panties covered in his cum and send it to you. you will phone him right after receiving photo and yell for stealing your new pair.

BREEDER! sangho

sangho likes the idea of having wife and his own small family. just him, you and your swollen tummy where will his own child come from soon. (and no annoyingly loud siblings) he likes to be on top, in control, and the idea of impregnate you makes him feral. thought about your fertility, and that he is actually able to make you a child, makes him feel that strange sensation in his lower abdomen, as if a knot is being untied. of course firstly you two had a talk about it, and both probably agreed on having protection initially, but god damn, sangho always cumming harder after imaging you having his child.

[santanasaintmendes]

la mano arriba, cintura sola, da media vuelta, danza kuduro 

part5! to the ¡cosmic girl records!

!cosmic girl records!

summary: carnival, beaches, feijoada, the brazil grand prix, your best friend and boyfriend team up to . . . bully you? 

olliebearman x reader & platonic!grid x reader 

fc!: random pics and girls from pinterest, all credits go to their rightful owners in the images used below

warnings: swearing, aussie slander (i’m sorry, turning on my own kind fr), lando insults y/n’s singing 😔, girlfriend stealing

a/n: thank you for how quickly ‘make tacos not war’ got to 100 likes! Here’s part 5 to the cosmic girl records!

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unfortunatelyy/n: her name was lola, she was a showgirl 🇧🇷

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user2: WITH YELLOW FEATHERS IN HER HAIR

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 user4: AND A DRESS CUT DOWN TO THERE 

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 user5: SHE WOULD MERENGUE 

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 user6: AND DO THE CHA CHA 

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 user7: 💃💃💃

 user10: who’s lola i don’t get it 😓

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 user15: the entire nation just took a sigh 

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 user11: suffer in silence you uncultured swine 

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 user12: damn 😭

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 user13: it’s a song lol, yk Copacabana by barry manilow 

user14: always count on y/n to give you best f1 content 

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 landonorris: not to brag but we absolutely smashed you guys 

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 lilymhe: no need to rub it in lando onewin 

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 user1: LANDO ONEWIN HELP 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: yeah pal, you guys literally won by 1 point 

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 landonorris: we still won 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: I DEMAND A REMATCH

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 lilymhe: y/n nO

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 landonorris: so you can lose again?

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 unfortunatelyy/n: SO WE CAN BEAT YOUR SORRY ASSES 

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 olliebearman: you’re so scary when your mad, i can see your fuming while you stare at your phone 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: why do you like exposing me so much 😞

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 olliebearman: it’s out of love 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: sure whatever 😒

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 olliebearman: she’s literally hugging me right now

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 unfortunatelyy/n: I’M BREAKING UP WITH YOU 

user8: ugh to have friends like the f1 grid 

user9: COPACABANA, MUSIC AND PASSION WERE ALWAYS THE FASHION

 georgerussell64: thank you for capturing my good side in that photo

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 unfortunatelyy/n: you just want to talk about your abs don’t you?

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 georgerussell64: yes 😌

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 unfortunatelyy/n: GET OUT OF MY COMMENT SECTION 

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 georgerussell64: OKAY OKAY GEEZ SO AGGRESSIVE 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT 

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 georgerussell64: OKAY I’M GOING 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: GO AWAYYYY📢

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unfortunatelyy/n: i love my friends 🥲

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user1: LET MY GIRL SING HER DISNEY SONGS 🗣️

user2: “do i look like national geographic” OSCAR PLS 😭

 user3: HELP “friends” how does it feel ollie 😭😭

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 olliebearman: 🥲

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 unfortunatelyy/n: whoops 🫣

 oscarpiastri: i’m sorry but it was a dumb question

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 unfortunatelyy/n: IT WAS VALID THOUGH DO THEY

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 oscarpiastri: why would u ask me tho 😭

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 unfortunatelyy/n: isn’t it obvious, you’re one of those vegemite eating people who ride kangaroos to school and go “crikey mate” 

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 oscarpiastri: I-

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 user6: she’s not wrong 

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 olliebearman: it’s okay you get used to it 

user4: it’s okay guys, ollie and y/n are sophisticated adults who purchase vegetables responsibly 

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 landonorris: okay but u were loud asf and it was 2am 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: u a grown ass man who goes to sleep before 2am?! 

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 landonorris: YES??? I HAVE A JOB??

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 unfortunatelyy/n: damn ok 😒 that’s still unfortunate

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 landonorris: okay miss insomniac, no one wants to hear a live production of Frozen on a budget at 2 in the morning 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: ouch that hurt 

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 landonorris: i’m sorry it's just the truth, i’m pretty sure the entire hotel doesn’t want to be hearing it too 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: was i really that loud??

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 landonorris: we share a wall. and yes. 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: damn ok 😔

user5: i can confirm as an australian, koalas do get angry 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: I KNEW IT 

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unfortunatelyy/n: um, dois, três . . . carnival!

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 user1: she’s STUNNING how did ollie bag her

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 user2: pasta.

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 user1: what?

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 user2: long story.

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 user7: only the real OG’s know 

user2: Olá do Brasil! 🇧🇷

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user3: oh to be y/n 😔

 user4: does she have a job or does she just travel and cling off ollie

|  user5: damn so aggressive and for what 

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 user6: she just graduated and is going to be an engineer for mercedes next year 

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 user4: damn my bad ya’ll, respect 🫡

 lilymhe: MARRY ME 😍

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 unfortunatelyy/n: 💍

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 alex_albon: nO StOp 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: @lilymhe u know this loser?

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 lilymhe: nope he doesn’t ring a bell 

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 alex_albon: I’M LITERALLY COOKING LUNCH FOR YOU 

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 lilymhe: hm you seem to be on your phone rather than cooking 

|  alex_albon: BECAUSE THIS LOSER IS SHAMELESSLY FLIRTING WITH YOU 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: are you feeling okay honey? i’ve got the psychiatric ward on the phone 

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 lilymhe: cancel that mf 

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 alex_albon: do i mean nothing to you

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 lilymhe: who are you again?

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 alex_albon: I’M GOING TO EAT YOUR LUNCH 

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 lilymhe: no wait 

 olliebearman: hey there gorgeous 😍

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 unfortunatelyy/n: i’m going to light you on fire

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 olliebearman: WHAT 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: yep say goodbye to that mfing ice cream hair

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 olliebearman: i didn’t realise you hated the hair that much 😔

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 unfortunatelyy/n: well now u do 🤗

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 olliebearman: ☹️

user5: i’m sorry ollie she’s right, the hair is just not hitting 

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unfortunately/n: dig, set, spike . . . right?

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 landonorris: yes duh if that wasn’t obvious 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: that block button is looking really nice right now 

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 landonorris: mhm we all know how that went down last time 

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 user2: GUYS THEY’RE TALKING IN FULL SENTENCES WHAT DO WE DO 

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 user3: who knew they had that many words in their vocabulary 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: @landonorris that was a moment of weakness 

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 user4: what are they yapping on about 😭

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 landonorris: what if i told everyone 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: you wouldn’t live to see another day 

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 user5: HELP WE STAN A PSYCHO

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 olliebearman: oh hey guys are we talking about the time y/n was threatening to block lando and she accidentally called emergency services at 3am and they heard her shouting so they dispatched police to her house and kicked her door down 😃

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 user6: WHAT 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: WHY DO YOU HATE ME 

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 user7: when did it become lando AND ollie bullying y/n 😭😭

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 landonorris: and may i add, that occasion wasn’t the only time y/n called someone when threatening to block me 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: 🖕🖕

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 user8: not the double middle finger 

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 user9: oh she mad 

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unfortunatelyy/n: lovely photos, boys 

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 user1: sorry but i speak for everyone when i say WE LOVE Y/N

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 user2: SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK 

 user3: the ollie pic 😭

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 user4: y/n was not joking when she said she had mad photoshop skills 

 charles_leclerc: WHAT DID I DO 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: live.

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 user5: charles must be having deja vu 

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 charles_leclerc: WHEN DID U EVEN TAKE THAT PHOTO

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 unfortunatelyy/n: your girlfriend took the photo for me 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: i mean, my wife 

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 charles_leclerc: WOW. @alexandrasaintmleux 

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 alexandrasaintmleux: 😊

 olliebearman: sorry 😔 it’ll never happen again i was getting blackmailed 

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 user6: ollie’s such an easy target in everything im afraid 

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 landonorris: YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO TELL HER U DUMBASS 

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 olliebearman: whoops 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: @landonorris 🤨

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 landonorris: i have no idea what hes talking about 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: sounds suspicious but ok 

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 olliebearman: WHY ARE YOU BELIEVING HIM 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: WHY DO YOU ASK SO MANY QUESTIONS 

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 olliebearman: just say you hate me already 😔

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a/n: thank you for reading! i hope it made you laugh, have a happy + safe day xoxo santanasaintmendes <3

[penvisions]

zest {chapter two}

Pairing: Chef! Joel Miller x Professor! Reader (formally known as Bartender! Reader)

Summary: Encounters with people from the past, a breakdown, a physical altercation, and an end of the semester getaway all bring you closer to Joel.

Word Count: 4k:

Warnings: canon typical violence (fleeting), canon typical language, canon typical angst, generational trauma, religious trauma, feelings of isolation and loneliness, reader goes briefly catatonic, reader has a breakdown, reader has a lot of emotions, blood, minor injuries, falling apart on the bathroom floor (i know i've been there), rude people, offensive behavior, body shaming, fat shaming, reader gets shoved one (1) time, feral joel, joel beats the crap out of someone, joel goes into protective mode, threatening words, um i think those are all the major ones pls let me know if i need to add more!

REMINDER: this is a sequel series, the previous series can be found here {garnish}

A/N: uh, so the opening scene of this is very reflective of how i've been feeling lately. generational trauma + close quarters living situation with a mother who i have a complicated relationship with + trying to pick myself back up after what seems like an entire year of intense events and emotions + the recent drama i faced on here + preparing to move across the country in three weeks' time= a very very emotional dev. apologies for that, sincerely. hopefully the rest of the chapter makes y'all excited to read about them again.

ao3 link || series masterlist || joel miller masterlist || ko-fi

The trip gets marked down on the calendar at the restaurant as well as the one in the kitchen of your home. Ellie had been rifling through the pantry when she noticed it and she immediately whipped her phone out and snapped a photo before letting out a suspicious cackling laugh.

“Hey, what are you doing?” She jumps, completely blindsided by you walking in from the backyard, the sliding door hushing shut behind you. You had decided to get some sun while you worked on the last few finals that needed to be graded. The laptop you need to desperately replace closed and held to your side as you cross the space to set it atop the dining table. When you turn to look back at her, Ellie’s phone is mysteriously gone and she’s coolly watching you.

“Just lookin’ for something to eat, I’m staaaaarving!”

“Joel’s getting stuff for dinner, if you want to stay. But I was gonna sneak that last piece of pie if you wanna share it with me?”

“I’ll get it, just sit and take it easy.”

“I swear, all you Millers are the same. I’m fine, Ellie, only two months along.”

“Just lemme be nice, will ya?”

“Being nice to me won’t change your grade.”

“So it needs to be….better, right? When you say changed? As in an A plus plus?”

“All I can disclose is that you passed.”

“The course or the final?”

“Both.”

“Fuck yeah!”

The funky song for Joel’s ringtone goes off and you reach for it from the pocket of your sweatpants. It had been a bare minimum effort day for you, stealing one of the man’s shirts and donning a pair of baggy bottoms despite the heat, a chill having settled in your bones out of nowhere.

“Your daughter is cussing at me.” She’s waving her arms across the kitchen, signaling for you to stop and you wonder if she hadn’t told him if she needed help with groceries this month.

“Well, the fuck are you doin’ to her?” Is his cheeky response, you can hear the grin in his voice, and it makes you smile as you look down at the pile of stuff that needs your attention.

“Being nice.”

“Uh-huh, you two are- oh excuse me, didn’t see ya there. Oh. Uh, darlin’, I’ll call you back.” You faintly hear her name as the line drops and your heart goes with it.

Valerie.

Ellie settles across form you with the pan that holds the pie, whip cream added all around it and some chocolate syrup. But you don’t even smell the assault of sugar as a feeling of dread overwhelms you makes your stomach tighten. You’re unable to hear her concerned calls of your name, of her claims to have just been joking and she didn’t mean to upset you. They don’t register as you leave everything behind at the table and tread up the stairs and close yourself in the master bathroom.

“Sabrosa?” Joel’s voice is low on the other side of the door, but you can’t muster up a response. The rosary your grandmother had made you wear every Sunday and Wednesday to services tight in your grip as you sit on the fluffy rug you had convinced Joel you needed to cover the tiles in the bathroom. You feel it ingrained into your skin, if you were to get up, indentations of the texture would begin to itch from how long you had been settled atop it.

“Darlin’? You in here?” The handle to the door jiggles a little, signalling his attempt at coming in. He calls your name, worry lacing his gravely voice and making your insides clench that you were pulling such a reaction from him. He’s knocking on the door, but you can’t bring yourself to answer, consumed by the thought of being completely and utterly alone. Tommy’s questions about family circling in your head, the realization that Joel had voiced about the guests for the eventual wedding that you weren’t sure was even going to happen because he hadn’t asked you yet.

You had no family, none that would show up even if you did send out invitations. But Joel…Joel had family. A mother, a brother, two daughters, a sister in law, a nephew…the mother of his first born child.

Tears well up again, hot as they race down your cheeks, tender from the way you had been pressing your palms to them, your nose is raw from rubbing tissues against it to wipe away snot and the ugliness of your emotions. Your lips were swollen from the way you worried them with your teeth, unable to help the actions as you broke into pieces on the bathroom floor of the man whose child you carried in your belly.

The knocking turns into thudding, his shoulder colliding with the wood of the door now but still you can’t get your voice to work. The thought of him running into someone he knows on an intimate level, who he still carried some form of love for hurting deep in your chest. It’s all so much, the edges of the cross dig into your palm as you clench around the blessed glass. You hear it crunch faintly, feel the sting of it as it slices your skin open, the blood dripping down your arm as you hang it from your propped up knees.

Splitting wood sounds and it’s so loud it should jostle you from your catatonic state, but it doesn’t. Not even the door thudding into the inside wall of the bathroom as Joel’s form shoves it out of his way rouses you, the lock now broken, and the knob barely connected to the door as it hangs from where he must’ve kicked it in.

You can’t see him through your tightly clenched eyes as he falls to his knees in front of you, his arms coming around you as he sees you huddled into yourself on the floor. He’s murmuring something, but you can’t hear it over the ringing in your ears. Hurtful words and judgments in the voice of your stepmother echoing and bouncing off of each other. He’s burring his nose into your hair, pulling you into him as he settles down in front of you, tugging your limp body into his lap and cradling you close.

He's shouting now, though there’s no anger in his tone, no heat to his words as he begs with you to come back to him, to say something, anything. You can’t see anything when you do open your eyes, his arms so tight around you, your face held into his chest by the back of your head. One large hand tangled into your hair. You hear a small voice from the doorway, asking if someone needs to be called because there’s blood.

Something is dripping onto you, and it confuses you as you begin to descend back into your body. Tears are dripping from Joel’s chin, raining down onto your forehead and the feeling reminds you of being blessed with holy water, but you’ve never felt less deserving of such an act. The christening of his tears doesn’t bring anything but shame as you try to pull your face away from the fabric of his shirt that smells so much like everything you’ve ever wanted. He’s looking down at you as you manage to tilt your head up and meet his glistening eyes. Your mouth feels dry, tongue made of cotton as you try to soothe him, soothe the hurt you’ve caused. But all that manages to sprout from your chest is a whimper, your hand suddenly on fire as you feel the damage done by the rosary.

He's gently prying your hand from where both are curled into your chest, causing your breath to huff out as his thick fingers shakily unfold your own to reveal the glass imbedded into your skin. Blood smearing across his skin as he touches your own.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I think we need to take you to the emergency room for this.” His eyes meet yours and you feel monumentally worse for the fear and concern you see swirling in them. They’re rimmed red from his tears, his face flushed from his efforts to get to you through the door, his breathing a labored staccato as you realize his heart is beating harshly in his heaving chest. He’s trying to be calm, he’s trying to focus on the one thing he can do something about in that moment: to get the blood to stop dripping down your arm.

He’s reaching for the hand towel on the counter but Ellie’s stepping into the room to hand it to him so he doesn’t jostle you too much. She’s quiet, her earlier mood completely gone and it’s all because of you. A hiss passes through your lips as Joel carefully extracts the unbroken part of the cross from your palm, the beaded chain dragging across your forearm as he hands it to Ellie, she has a washcloth ready to wrap it up in, to try and keep the remainder of it safe. She’s frowning, face so serious as she watches her father hold you on the floor.

“I-I’m so-sorry.” You hiccup as you feel more tears well up, but Joel is gently shushing you as he presses his lips to your forehead, your cheek, the corner of your mouth. The towel is being pressed to your hand, light pressure hurting even though you know he’s doing his best to be as careful as possible.

“Nothin’ to be sorry for, got a little overwhelmed is all. It’s okay, you’re okay.”

“I-I don’t know what happened, I just- you- I…” Words don’t make sense, nothing could explain the wave of intense emotion that had slammed into you. All over the uttering of a name.

“It’s okay, we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to or can’t.” Joel’s gently tying the towel into a knot to keep it secure. “We gotta get you up, get you into the truck. Can you feel your legs or would you rather me carry you, it don’t matter to me. Don’t want to push your body anymore, okay?”

“I…I think I can stand up.” But when he tries to help you do so, the fuzzy feeling in your legs doesn’t allow for you to. He’s already got an arm around your waist, the other holding your non-injured hand, ready to catch you when it happens. He’s warm, so warm when he quietly murmurs to you as he bends his knees and lifts you up into his arms. Securing yourself with one arm over his shoulder, the other rests in the curve of your lap as he descends the stairs and loads you up into the truck.

“Gonna set you down and run back downstairs for somethin’, okay? I’ll be right back, I promise.” Joel’s voice is so soft, so close as he brushes the end of his nose over yours as he lays you down on the freshly made bed. He’s careful as he pulls back the covers on your side, exposing the soft micro plush blanket between the comforter and the fitted sheet. He angles the pillows exactly how you prefer before he scoops you back up in his arms and lays you in the spot. The blankets are laid over you, body pliant and willing under his touch as the medicine from the hospital works its way through your system. A mild sedative, fluids, and a shot of pain killers had all been administered in an IV.

He's smoothing your hair from your face with a brush of his hand before he kisses the corner of your mouth and disappears through the doorway. Your eyes follow him and then glide to the door of the bathroom. But the splintered wood and broken knob are gone, a new door in its place. You feel your lower lip tremble and you tuck your face into the pillow as you roll slightly to your side and face his part of the bed.

Your favorite candle is burning, the rich honey and cotton blossom scent filling the room in a soothing caress. Ellie had followed in her car, a bag of clothes you typically lounged in warm from a spin in the dryer. An oversized Miller contracting short, faded black and dulled yellow wording. A pair of sweats that didn’t have blood stains all over it. A pair of your thick hiking socks to keep the chill of the hospital away as you lay there for hours while the nurses poked and prodded at you, ensuring the health of you and your baby was okay.

Neither her nor Joel mentioned the exact details of the state they had found you in, knowing the state’s penchant for tossing mentally ill patients into the building just down the road, the inpatient behavioral health center. It was known for its mandatory seventy-two hour holds on people dumped or transferred there, lack of communication and lack of funding making it a nightmare to emerge before a week is up and your entire life is upended. It had a bad reputation, to say the least, and no one wanted to have to fight for your release should the doctor sign you over.

The smell of fresh coffee wafts up the stairs before Joel appears back in the doorway with two mugs, decaf. He had agreed that it would be better for your niggling headaches and nausea to compromise on this version of your preferred drink versus the jarring switch to tea for ever morning and evening. It was more than a way to get your caffeine, it was comfort in a cup and Joel carefully hands the one he doesn’t set aside to you. His large hands are cupped around yours as he helps you to bring the rim up and take a sip from it.

“Figured the real thing would be better right now. But just the one cup, okay baby?” His voice is raspy from his yelling, you realize, and you flick your eyes over the mug to find them already trained on you.

“Th-thank you.”

“Anythin’ for you, you know that.” He’s pulling the mug from you and places it beside his on your bedside table. He’s caught off guard when you fling your body toward him, settling in his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck, burying your face into the crook of his neck. His little ‘oof!’ of surprise loud in the silent room.

“It’s okay,” He whispers as he presses his face into your hair. The stitches beneath gauze and bandages sting a little as you pull back to press your palms to his chest.

“I…I got overwhelmed…” You can’t meet his eyes, gaze focused on his bottom lip. Trying to ground yourself in the moment, the pink of it from him worrying the skin as he held your non-injured hand throughout the entire visit, the way it forms part of the face you love, how it tastes against your own, how it feels against your skin. All of it was helping you to stay in the moment, the medications beginning to make you a bit dizzy now that you’re safely in your shared space with him once again.

“Nothin’ wrong with that, I promise.” He’s still whispering, afraid of being too loud, of startling you or spooking you. “We’re here for you, no matter what.”

“My head feels funny…” You sway in his grip, his large hands holding your back through the motion.

“Let’s get you to bed, you’re probably a little stoned, mama.”

You only hum in response as he lays you down against the pillows, his nose brushing over yours as he lays over you, hovering to not put any of his weight on you as he balances on his elbows and knees. A long blink and you’re looking into his eyes, seeing the concern and worry swirling in them. Adoration and love in them as he leans down and presses a chaste kiss to your chapped lips.

“I love you so much, please- please don’t ever forget that, darlin’.”

“Won’t.”

His lips are trailing down your chin, pressing underneath your jaw, down the side of your neck, one of his hands sneaking below the fabric of your loose shirt to rest over your heart. The warmth of his skin and the feeling of him pressed close as he settles down between your legs now feels like home. He’s still moving lover, his lips ghosting over your collarbones over the shirt, the slight swell of your stomach.

“Love you both so much.” He’s looking up as he uses his other hand to expose the bump that is your baby, a silent question. At your small nod and fluttering eyelashes, his lips pepper kisses all over the skin of your stomach, your ribs, before he finally shifts a little to rest his cheek against the bump and breathes in deep. You’re asleep before he even exhales.

The city of Austin on either side of the highway is a blur as Joel guides the truck at a fast pace away from the hustle and bustle of where you share your lives. A week away, to Dallas, as promised that one morning when he had been trying to sooth your worries. A prominent theme that you try not to feel ashamed of, something he said he would do every day t0 assert the love he has for you. Would always have for you.

He’s got a hand on your thigh, the fabric of your sundress rucked up slightly but he’s not teasing or playing games. You’re sipping the last of your clear soda from a fast-food lunch a few hours back when you had just gotten loaded up and on the road.

There’s a small notebook in your lap with a list of things you wanted to check out. Some Joel had spent evenings looking into with a pair of thick rimmed glasses on the edge of his nose as you slept soundly beside him. He marked the free ones and then the ones with exhibits you had fawned over. He always admired the way you talked about things that interested you, even if he didn’t understand the first thing about any of it. The way your eyes light up as you paused movies to talk about certain historical facts or the fun facts you had to share with him in those moments. He wouldn’t trade them for anything, relishing in the way you weren’t nervous or afraid to voice the thoughts that sprung up. He was looking forward to seeing it happen as you guided him through exhibits and to see the excitement and happiness he hoped this trip would bring you both.

His hands are on the steering wheel now, the sight of you slightly slumped back and just watching the world pass by through your sunglasses making him glance down at where yours are lax beside the notebook.

The bandage is still there on your hand, from that terrifying moment he had found you crumpled and shut down on the bathroom floor. His heart had been in his throat, the blood loud in his ears and his mind screaming at him to do something, anything to make the moment pass and for you to come back to him. The time spent in the hospital that night had worried him they would see the incident as a reason to screen your mental state, with how despondent you had been the entire time. The worry of them asking to speak with you alone while he answers a few questions of his own in the hallway.

He knew they had been doing their jobs, covering all of their bases, ensuring you were truly okay and not there of something done to you. The tests detailing your pregnancy alerting them in a way he hadn’t anticipated. Just the thought of deliberately hurting you made his stomach uneasy and his heart ache, he wanted nothing but the best for you. The proof of such in letting you go when you had asked, hopeful you would return to him. And you had. But he was glad they had been thorough, should his own daughters show up in a similar situation he would want them to do the same.

“Feelin’ okay with the driving?”

“Hmm?” You’re rolling your head toward him, reminding him of the way you had done so when you were drunk and munching on French fries the first night you had kissed.

“Asked if you were feelin’ okay?” He’s reaching for your again, tangling his fingers with the ones on your left hand. “No nausea or dizziness?”

“Nah, I’m okay.” Lifting his hand up, his heart thumps in his chest as he’s all too aware of the item he’s got hidden in the depths of his bag behind his seat, he feels your lips on his skin. He wants to for the rest of his days and he only hopes you want that too.

“Darlin’,” He’s breathing into the back of your neck, walking up behind you standing on the balcony of the room to wrap his arms around you, palms resting over your middle. Your heart is beating wildly, the scent of him and the memories you share with him all consuming you in that moment. You’re gasping as you feel a flutter in your stomach and you both freeze.

“Joel, did-“

“Our baby just kicked for the first time, mama.”

Turning to face him, you don’t bother to hide the tears of happiness wetting your eyes. His own are shining in the setting sunlight, every sound from the street below of the bustling city fading as you meet them. Your hands are resting alongside his, feeling the flutter again. A nervous giggle falls from your lips and he’s smiling so wide as he huffs out an incredulous laugh.

“Oh my god, this-this is really happening.”

“It really is,” Confusion furrows your brow as he’s shifting down to his knees. He’s nosing along your middle, one hand slipping away as he groans at the feeling of the ground below him. “You make me the happiest man, make me feel like I’m getting the chance to catch my breath.”

“What-“

“I didn’t know it when you first came to work that you would end up being one of the most important people in my life. But I’m so grateful that you did, because I have so much love for you. For the life we created right here,” Pulling back a little, he’s looking up at you with eyes so earnest and deep you feel your breath catch and the fluttering kicks up again in your stomach. “I want to do right by you and give you everything you feel like you missed out on, that you deserve.”

He’s holding his other hand up, the one still touching you breaking away as he opens up the small brown velvet box he’s cradling. The tears are now trickling down your cheeks, the ring catching the golden light shining down on your both. It’s as beautiful as he is, all polished gold and sparkling diamonds. It’s simple but it makes you feel seen in a way you never had before.

“Darlin’, will you do me the honor of letting me be your husband?” His nerves are obvious as he tracks the way your eyes rove over the ring, the box, your hands still over your middle, his face as he looks up at you. The shaky nod of your head and the warbled ‘yes’ of your answer gifts you the biggest, gummy smile that does nothing to quell the fast beating of your heart.

He’s surging up, kissing the tears from your cheeks as he laughs, stealing the same sound from your mouth as he slots his lips against yours. Again and again until the sun dips below the horizon.

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[xxcalicofemmexx]

hey i wrote another smut!! 18+ pls&thx!!

Underfell Sans x Reader smut, 7.1k

BLURB: "fuckin- wait," His smile gives way to annoyance as he grabs your hand, "i'm tellin' ya, i ain't fuckin' sick."

You open your mouth, but he barrels over you, "an' i can prove it! have sex with me."

... Your eyebrow raises, skeptically.

"If that was supposed to drop my panties-"

"no! just-" He takes your other hand, looking exasperated as he drags you between his knees, "r'member what i said abou' how we deal with flares?"

"Fighting, fucking, or meditation?"

"exactly," He steals a chaste kiss, "i don' wanna fight'cha. not the real, drag-out kinda brawlin' i'd need, anyway. meditation don' do jackshit for me. so..."

reader's reviews:

"Really fun, really sweet fic. The characters are nice, the sex was pretty hot, it was great. It’s gonna be a big hit with the skeleton fuckers ❤️" - my fiancée

"This is SO GOOD" - my friend who beta'd for me

[sweeneydino]

Bro why my brain gotta make ideas 24/7. Damn adhd wtf man.

Another au thing suggestion, idea, idk feel free to get inspired, but it's a crossover of tmnt 2012 and rottmnt.

I just- I can't get it out of my mind. Like what if Mud Dogs Dastardly Danny randomly found some turtle baby in, idk, an alley and adopted a reincarnated 2012 Donnie, basically becoming his mafia dad.

Like bro just pulls out a gun on people who threaten his turtle baby because they confuse Donnie for the other turtles or just cause he's in the mob...

And he steals stuff to support his scientific endeavors...

Then maybe throw in some friend drama where Don meets rottmnt Donnie and they become friends but Danny is kind of peeved about getting tricked by Raph still...

Or Don feeling uncomfortable because of his dad's mob stuff...

Maybe some resurfaced memories of his past life...

Maybe his brothers are also there but he never knows...

Just. I need it. I might make it. I will not stop anyone from making instead. I must be fueled.

Gib me Father!Dastardly Danny of Reincarnated!Donatello 2012.

Pls, I'm just gonna start randomly making doodles of this aren't I 💀 dammit

[marvelous-llama]

EXO recs

<<original book

most of the mentioned works is 18+ NSFW, MINORS DNI

pls don´t hesitate to hmu, if any of mentioned links doesn´t work or you have suggestions for more fics... thank you so much for all the love and comments

one shots

Be Mine by @bvidzsoo

Baekhyun x f.reader (wc - 18.5k) sugar daddy AU - smut Sometimes you meet the most weirdest people at the most unexpected places. Kang Y/N, you, is just a simple, broke, university student who goes out clubbing to try and relieve some stress where she meets Byun Baekhyun, young CEO, who miraculously proposes to be your Sugar Daddy...but you are stubborn, will you accept?

goodnight n go by @its-not-sof

Baekhyun x fem!reader (wc - 3k) friends to lovers - fluff, smut

How To Kiss A Boy by @gyudior

Baekhyun x fem!reader (wc - 1.3k) - fluff how to kiss a boy: 1.) grab his waist, 2.) slip your hand in his pocket, 3.) steal his wallet, 4.) don't even kiss him, just run

What If I Kissed You? by @kwanisms

Baekhyun x fem!reader (wc - 2.5k) roommates to lovers - fluff, bit of angst Moving in with your best friends ex boyfriend sounds like nothing but trouble, even if he has a girlfriend. But what happens when they break up?

Better Than Revenge by @byunified

Baekhyun x fem!reader (wc - 20.1k) - fluff, angst, smut, romance All those years you are convinced that you only like the same gender. However, after ending a long-term unhealthy relationship, you decided to start anew. Not expecting to meet new people, and him.

Don´t Go by @anyamaris

Baekhyun x fem!reader (wc - 2.7k) best friends to lovers - fluff, angst, smut Your longtime friend is thrown off by you mentioning going to dinner with a mutual friend and the misunderstanding causes events that you'd only played out in your dreams.

Enchanted by @byunified

Baekhyun x fem!reader (wc - 21.1k) time travel AU - romance, angst, fluff Tired of constant fights of your parents, you found herself in the attic where an old wardrobe stood at the corner years before your family moved in the house. What could an antique furniture do to change your life? Meet someone from the past? Because you totally did.

Guys My Age by @bvidzsoo

Baekhyun x fem!reader (wc - 6.7k) best friend´s brother - fluff, angst(ish), smut Baekhyun was your best friends brother. You grew up knowing him and his sister. Having feelings was a thing,,,but him liking you back, not so expected. You had enough of stupid high school guys, but did Baekhyun want you?

home by @baekhyunsbestie

Baekhyun x fem!reader (wc - 4.4k) established relationship - fluff, smut

sweet by @kaleidohscopic

Baekhyun x fem!reader (wc - 4.4k) friends to lovers, mutual pining - fluff, suggestive it's one thing to run into the guy you maybe, used to have a little bit of a thing for at your mutual friends' birthday party. it's another thing to find out he maybe, used to have a little bit of a thing for you too.

series

For Me by @spacequokka

Baekhun x fem!reader (wc - 6.5k + 7.3k) best friends to lovers - fluff, smut When your best friend Baekhyun asks you over to his place for dinner, you see this as your chance to make your feelings known. But what to wear? You drag him with you to pick out a dress sure to drive him up the wall. part 1, part 2

Siren by @cyberexo

Baekhyun x fem!reader (wc - 7.1k) supernatural, strangers to lovers - fluff, smut part 1, part 2

Lost and Found & Stay the Night by @icequeenbae

Baekhyun x fem!reader (wc - 3.3k + 3.2k) exes to lovers, second chance - fluff, angst, smut (only 2nd part) Baekhyun bumps into you while dropping his friend’s niece off in daycare. It’s been almost three years since you’d disappeared, so you definitely have a lot to catch up on. Especially because your carefully maintained secret is now out…

City Lights by @suhoerections

a collection of stories

[thegamingcatmom]

OKAY I KNOW I LITERALLY JUST SENT AN ASK BUT LIKE- 😭 I need your opinion on this.

How would each of the sisters (and then the 3 of them all together) react to MC being kidnapped.. this can be in the Feral world or the normal one up to you!

Imagine it's one of the cullens or something, they see a human all alone at the Denali's home (Don't ask how MC is home.. alone at that) and they don't think to ask before stealing.

BUUUTT would it be worse if it was someone like Victoria?? Or a random nomad that seen MC at the store (with idk Kate I feel like Kate would HATTEE the store) and MC gets snatched?

-💙

THAT´S TOTALLY FINE LOVE GO WILD PLS AND TY. 😭

(Honestly: Asks keep the thirst alive. ❤️‍🔥)

As for your question:

That's it that's my answer, lmao.

On a more serious note though:

It doesn't really matter which universe we're talking (at least when we fast forward a bit in The Sisters where MC's no longer in danger of getting her face eaten by Irina, lol) because the reaction would be more or less the same:

All-consuming wrath that will obliterate everything in its path.

(In other words: Stay out of their way and you´re good. Perhaps.)

As for their separate reactions:

I actually don´t think there´s much to "separate" here because it´s really just one massive inferno that will burn you alive if you step too close. Vampiric rage, especially when it comes to their mate/chosen one, is a force to be reckoned with because it´s blind to everything else. It´s uncontrollable and doesn´t differentiate between friend or foe. Anyone who stands between them and their mate becomes an enemy.

That counts for the Cullens as well, of course. No matter which universe.

Yknow, it´s kinda funny you mention the Cullens in the context of kidnapping someone because I do have some plans for them in The Sisters that may or may not involve MC getting "removed" from her current situation and moved to somewhere else instead. 😏

Does that mean they´re literally gonna steal her? Well, when you ask the Denalis, that´s a clear YES, lmao. Vampires are territorial creatures, and not just when it comes to their land.

MC, on the other hand?

Somehow, I don´t think she´d mind being "stolen" all that much. Guess we´ll have to wait and see. 😅

ANYHOW-

I think it´s safe to say no stone would be left unturned if MC got kidnapped.

...Again.

Honestly-

When has this become her life? Why has this become her life? Girl´s being passed around like a bag of potato chips. 🥔🍟😭

But, yknow, I think it´s just so funny to imagine the Denalis acting all outraged and righteous in the face of MC being abducted when they´ve literally done the same to her. Talk about fucking double standards-

Kate: "But we stole her first!"

...Well okay then. Makes sense.

(It really doesn´t.)

ANYWAY-

I don´t think "our" Cullens would ever steal anything, much less anyone, that belongs to their cousins and vice versa. And, if they did, the feeling of betrayal would be so severe that it would destroy any kind of trust they´ve built over the decades (or centuries? not sure how long they´ve known each other tbh). There´s just no coming back from that because, in the territorial world of vampires, stealing is kinda the lowest you can get. It´s just...you just don´t do that, aight?

If it was a nomad or someone like Victoria, well-

There´s no "family ties" holding them back this time.

No mercy.

.

.

.

Thanks a lot for your ask! 💋

[solariumrph]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐑 🎭

a vintage playbill inspired doc!

it’s been a hot second since i’ve done anything docs-related but i wanted to share my latest adventure!  i made this doc to house a version of my muse that’s a 1920s era actor, complete with sepia-toned faceclaim photos & an alt title page that’s been run through photoshop w some free textures & things.  i tried putting the textures on the whole doc, but it made it extremely difficult to read, so i ended up leaving the textured title page as a header on the actual blog, and kept the doc itself unaltered.  though, if you found the right texture pack, you could probably run it through photosh.op and set it as a pdf for your mutuals to get into. (make sure you have all the fonts installed on your computer, i Did Not)

this doc can be found here and in the source link if you want to take a stab at customizing it, though i recommend it only for people who have moderate to maybe advanced?? skill in docs.  placing some of the object pngs inside the table was out of my skill range to begin with and the fact that it figured itself out in the end is a miracle.  but anyway.  all images are replaceable if you can get under the other images to them.  i did my own coloring but docs does have a built-in sepia filter if you’re not about doing all that yourself

there is a title page, a rules page, a character page w images, and another sort of empty unformatted page at the end you could delete out or customize with extra information.  i personally think the last page is the best place to put the backstory and the little squares can be all your info spots / connections / verses, but that’s not even what i did lmao so you do you!!

ngl i’m not sure if i will be much help about it but do let me know if you have any questions on formatting the doc.  start by going to file > make a copy and renaming your new doc.  docs are for personal, individual use only & credit must remain intact.  i worked hard on my baby.  also sterling is my oc plz don steal etc etc.  specifically 'the cutting room floor' is my tagline on sterling's blog so that title belongs to him as well.  but yeah if you make anything using my docs pls pls pls tag me or dm me and show me??  i wanna seeeeeee.  ok ty ily have a good timezone 💕💃

[sh0esuke]

" Journalist "

𝗠𝗲𝘁 𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗰𝗲̀𝗻𝗲 : Vinsmoke Sanji

𝗥𝗲́𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗲́ : Tandis que Sanji concocte le dîner des chapeau de paille, sa petite amie lui tient compagnie. Lui aux fourneaux, elle sur la table à manger, les deux amants discutent, passent du bon temps ensemble, tout en profitant du calme que leur apporte leur voyage maritime, sans nouveau défi à relever ni ennemi à vaincre. À s'y méprendre, l'instant est d'une perfection sans pareil.

𝗔𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 : aucun.

ENG : PLEASE DO NOT STEAL MY WORKS. If you want to translate it, ask me first then we can talk about it. If you want to find me on Wattpad, my account is in my bio, this is the ONLY ONE i have. FR : MERCI DE NE PAS VOLER MES OS. Si vous avez envie de les traduire, merci de me demander la permission avant. Si vous voulez me retrouver sur Wattpad, j'ai un lien dans ma bio, c'est mon SEUL compte.

𝙽𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚜 : 𝟑,𝟓𝟐𝟏.

Commentaires, likes et reblogues super appréciés. Tout type de soutien l'est, merci beaucoup !! <33

Sanji arrive près de moi, contournant la table et déposant dessus une assiette ainsi qu'une tasse fumante. Je relève la tête, abandonnant mon article.

« Et voilà pour toi ma douce, un chocolat chaud et une part de tarte à la pomme. Bon appétit. » il déclare dans un sourire.

Sa phrase me fait arquer un sourcil, je le questionne du regard. Je dépose mon stylo à plume près de mon papier et tâche de me souvenir si je lui ai demandé de me servir quoi que ce soit, cependant, rien ne me vient à l'esprit. Enfin, à vrai dire, j'ai été tellement occupée à travailler aujourd'hui, même me souvenir de ce que j'ai mangé à midi serait complexe. Il est vrai que j'ai un léger petit creux, par contre, il doit être assez tard dans l'après-midi, peut-être bientôt l'heure de dîner, voilà pourquoi mon estomac s'est soudain mis à grogner, et la vue alléchante de la dite tarde ainsi que l'odeur de ma boisson n'aident pas. Le sourire flamboyant de Sanji me fait face. Je lui souris en retour, qu'il est beau... Puis, sur un ton pensif je lui réponds :

« Je ne me souviens pas de t'avoir demandé de me faire quoi que ce soit. »

Sanji essuie ses mains humides sur son tablier, il attrape sa cigarette entre ses doigts.

« Je me suis dis que tu devais avoir faim à force de travailler. » explique-t-il en expirant de la fumée.

« Je vois, merci beaucoup alors. »

Ma réponse semble lui plaire, puisque je vois son sourire s'agrandir et ses yeux se plisser. Sanji se penche au dessus de moi et embrasse mon front, puis il se redresse et prend une taffe de sa cigarette.

« Tu me diras ce que tu en penses ? »

« Bien sûr. Laisse moi finir ma phrase et je suis toute à toi. »

Je rattrape mon stylo à plume et tire mon article au bord de la table. Pendant que Sanji retourne dans sa cuisine, moi, je conclue mon travail. Cela fait depuis hier que je suis dessus. Sur cette feuille de papier, j'y conte mes aventures avec Luffy et l'équipage, les gens que nous avons rencontrés à Wano, les ennemis que nous avons vaincus à Dressrosa et Punk Hazard. Ces dernières semaines ont été particulièrement agitées, je n'ai pas eu une seule minute à moi, pas une seule minute à écrire. Ça n'est pas vraiment une passion. J'ai le don de l'écriture, je m'en sers, mais ça n'est pas par plaisir, plutôt pour satisfaire la curiosité de mon père. Peut-être aussi mettre sur papier ces choses folles que j'ai vécu depuis mon arrivée sur le Sunny. Et qui sait... Peut-être que cet article finira publié.

En guise de bruit de fond, j'ai Sanji et le dîner qu'il nous prépare. C'est plaisant. Je l'entends trancher de la viande, mélanger des ingrédients, marmonner dans sa barbe et sortir des restes de son immense frigo fermé à double tour. Parfois, je l'entends goûter sa propre nourriture et faire des commentaires, affirmant qu'il manque ceci, que cela est parfait, ainsi de suite. J'aime cette atmosphère.

Sur le Sunny, je ne trouve rien de mieux que de me réfugier dans la cuisine lorsque Sanji y confectionne des plats. Le bruit des vagues et les mouvements du navire qui tangue est tout autant agréable, sachant que, puisque nous sommes en intérieur, le tout est atténué. Et puis, savoir Sanji proche de moi a quelque chose de réconfortant. Je me sais en sécurité. J'aurais pu rester avec Robin, elle lit souvent au calme, ou même Nami, pendant qu'elle est chargée d'observer les directions que le navire prends. Ou Zoro, lui qui a cette fâcheuse tendance à s'entraîner dans la tour de pie sans jamais vraiment dire ou faire quoi que ce soit. Mais, il n'y a pas à dire, je ne me sens bien qu'ici. La table, tous ces bruits autour de moi et l'idée que, dans quelques heures, je serai encore assise ici, cette fois mon travail terminée et auprès de mes amis à dîner. Nous serons tous présents, à nous chamailler, rire et boire, jusqu'à ce que la fatigue nous emporte.

Alors je reste là. Je reste là et je continue d'écrire mon article.

Les lignes et phrases s'enchaînent, je conte mes aventures sur Wano en attendant que Luffy nous revienne, je conte mes combats contre les hommes de Kaido aux Cents Bêtes et les révélations sur le pays de Wano que nous avons faites au cours de la bataille. Mon père en sera ravi, j'en suis persuadée, après tout, ça n'est pas tous les jours que les secrets de cette terre fermée au publique sont dévoilés.

Lorsque j'ai fini, quelques secondes plus tard, je dépose ma feuille dans une pochette rouge et mon stylo à plume dedans. Je repousse le tout et me saisis ensuite de mon assiette et tasse. La boisson est encore chaude, parfait.

« Alors dis moi, ton père, ce Morgans, pourquoi il s'intéresse autant à nous ? »

Sanji cuisine dos à moi, de sa poêle, il fait revenir du riz. J'esquisse un rictus tout en apportant mon chocolat chaud à mes lèvres.

« Je ne sais pas vraiment, je t'avouerai.. Il m'a juste demandé de le tenir au courant des décisions de Luffy et de citer le nom de tous nos ennemis. »

Mes mains sont un peu froides, elles commencent à se réchauffer.

« Je crois qu'il l'aime bien, c'est tout. »

« Je me souviens l'avoir vu sur le territoire de Big Mom. » affirme-t-il en attrapant sa cigarette de sa main libre. « Il n'a pas cherché à nous arrêter. Il me semble qu'il nous encourageait, à vrai dire.. »

Ma réponse s'accompagne d'un léger rire.

« Ça lui ressemble bien. »

Mon père est un personnage haut en couleur, toujours à la recherche du dernier scoop et à fouiner là où il ne devrait pas. D'aussi loin que je me souvienne, We News ⸺le ballon gonflable dans lequel il écrit, poste et imprime ses articles⸺ a toujours été ma maison. Mon terrain de jeu aussi. J'y ai écris mes premières histoires, j'en ai imaginé des centaines, et combien de fois me suis-je imaginée grande journaliste.. prenant le siège de mon père et tenant le monde dans la paume de ma main, reine des informations, cheffe de la vérité. Puis, un jour, Monkey D. Luffy est arrivé avec son équipage, et j'ai été forcée de prévenir mon père que non, je ne rentrerai pas à la maison, que j'étais à présent une ennemie du gouvernement. Je me souviens encore parfaitement de sa réaction, il avait ri et m'avait dit de m'amuser. Ce morceau du passé me met du baume au coeur. J'ai écouté son conseil, je n'ai jamais été aussi épanouie..

Pendant quelques semaines après mon départ, nous n'avons pas pu nous parler. Les communications entre pirates sont souvent détournées par la marine, c'est un fait, mon père était persuadé que ça aurait aussi été le cas avec nous. Il m'a affirmé que notre équipage détient des vérités et secrets que le gouvernement mondial convoite dans le but de les faire taire. Nous avec. Nous nous sommes donc résolus à nous envoyer des lettres via ses Martins Facteurs, une fois, deux fois tous les trois mois. Et cela me suffit amplement.

« Je lui ai parlé de Kinémon. »

Déposant ma tasse sur la table, je m'attaque à ma tarte aux pommes.

« Kinémon ? » s'étonne Sanji.

Il est toujours dos à moi, coupant quelque chose. Je le vois remuer sa lame et déplacer des morceaux de nourriture d'un bol jusqu'à sa planche en bois, pour cela, je me suis penchée en avant. Je me rassois ensuite.

« De lui et sa femme. » je précise. « Tu te rends compte qu'elle l'a attendu pendant vingt ans ? Elle n'était même pas sûre qu'il reviendrait un jour ! »

« Oh, ma douce.. Que tu es romantique ! »

Sanji fait volte-face dans ma direction, les yeux brillants. Je lui offre un clin d'oeil et lui fait mine d'être touché en plein coeur, poussant une plainte au passage. Nous échangeons un rire complice. Mon coeur s'est légèrement emballé, quant à ma main elle a raffermi sa prise sur la petite assiette. Je me pince mes lèvres. Ce jeu entre lui et moi ne me laisse pas indemne... Depuis que je le connais, je n'ai jamais pu vraiment résister aux charmes de Sanji.

Celui-ci reprend d'ailleurs la parole. Il est retourné à sa précédente tâche.

« Mais, tu es sûre que c'est le genre d'informations que ton père veut entendre ? »

« Je ne vais pas non plus lui dire que nous avons trouvé un ponéglyphe ou lui donner les coordonnées de la tombe de Kaido. » je me justifie. « Je le connais, il a beau dire qu'il ne postera rien, il voudra quand même titiller le commandant en chef de la marine. »

« Il a déjà fait fort avec nos affiches de recherche.. » il acquiesce.

« Exactement ! Tu sais qu'il m'a dit que celle de Luffy les terrifie ? Ils lui ont demandé de la retirer, mais c'était trop tard quand il a reçu l'appel. Je doute d'ailleurs qu'il aurait accepté de le faire. »

« L'affiche de Luffy ? » s'exclame Sanji. « Pourquoi ça ? »

J'hausse les épaules. J'apporte ensuite une partie de ma tarte entre mes lèvres et la goûte, je reprends donc une fois ma bouchée finie :

« Peut-être que c'est l'éveil de son fruit qui a fait paniquer la marine ? Après tout, ça doit être spectaculaire si c'est grâce à ça qu'il a vaincu Kaido. »

« Peut-être, ça me paraît pas faux. »

Sanji m'a l'air surpris par mon hypothèse, pendant ce temps là, je finis de trancher ma troisième part et l'enfourne dans ma bouche. Sa tarte est succulente, finement fraîche, sucrée à souhait, elle fond sur la langue. Je suis à deux doigts de pousser une plainte liée à l'extase. Sanji a vraiment des doigts d'or..

« Quoi qu'il en soit, mon père n'en saura rien. C'est un secret ! Je garde nos informations les plus importantes dans un coffre fort, je le lui donnerai lorsque Luffy sera devenu le roi des pirates; et qui sait, il me laissera enfin une place en tant que journaliste indépendante. »

« Qu'elle merveilleuse idée ! »

Sanji fait volte-face, une carotte à la main qu'il épluche.

« Je t'imagine déjà écrire des articles sur nous et notre mariage ! Tu serais si mignonne avec un clapet et un trench-coat ! La plus belle des journalistes ! »

Son enthousiasme me m'arrache un gloussement. Je me cache derrière mon poing, l'expression hilare avec mes yeux plissés. Sanji continue son monologue et, l'espace d'une seconde, je crois même apercevoir des coeurs à la place de ses yeux, de gros coeurs palpitant et d'un rose pétillant. Mes doigts se retrouvent et, nerveusement, je me mets à les triturer. Sanji abandonne sa carotte épluchée, il s'en saisit d'une autre sans pour autant arrêter de me sourire.

« Je n'en suis pas encore à là, mais un jour, oui, sûrement... » je murmure.

Sanji me sourit grandement.

« Tu es si talentueuse, ça ne fait aucun doute, ma douce ! »

Je termine de boire le fond de mon chocolat chaud et dépose la tasse au coeur de mon assiette vide. Mon goûter conclut, je me dépêche donc de rendre la vaisselle à Sanji. L'assiette et la tasse assemblées en cette jolie sculpture, je me lève de la table à manger du Sunny et marche en direction de la cuisine pour les lui rendre.

« Merci beaucoup Sanji, c'était délicieux. »

Il me regarde d'un œil curieux.

Sanji se dépêche de poser la pomme de terre qu'il épluche et de me vider les mains. Surprise, je le laisse faire.

« Laisse moi m'occuper de ça, c'est mon travail. »

« Oh��� mais je peux m'en charger, tu sais ? Ça ne me dérange pas. »

« Je sais. » il répond, un petit rictus au coin des lèvres. « Mais c'est mon plaisir. »

« Mhh, d'accord alors. »

Me voyant approcher, Sanji se penche sur moi, il tourne légèrement la tête sur le côté et accueillit mon baiser à bras ouvert. Ce sont les mains dans le dos, posée sur la pointe de mes pieds que j'embrasse sa joue. Toutefois, cela ne me suffit pas. C'est soudain; j'en désire plus. Un simple baiser me paraît bien trop maigre pour remercier Sanji de tout ce qu'il fait au sein du Sunny, pas seulement auprès de moi, lorsque mes après-midis s'écoulent à ses côtés et qu'il prend le temps de discuter avec moi et de me donner à manger, non, il y a tout le reste. Sa position sur le navire, sa détermination et force. Alors qu'il se tient devant moi, aussi aimant, aussi attentif, je ne peux m'empêcher de l'aimer davantage. Pire encore, j'ai l'impression de retomber amoureuse de lui. J'attrape donc son visage en coupe, et embrasse ses lèvres.

Nos bouches se rencontrent dans un délicat baiser. Il est bref, ne voit le jour que pendant à peine deux petites secondes, c'est apparemment le temps qu'il faut à Sanji pour commencer à trembler. La vaisselle entre ses mains se met à frétiller bruyamment. Depuis la paume de mes mains, je sentais sa peau chauffer.

Je me recule une fois satisfaite.

Mes lèvres pincées en une fine ligne, je rejoins mes mains devant mon corps et m'incline légèrement en avant.

« Encore merci, Sanji. Ça m'a fait plaisir. »

Soudain, il m'apparaît en 2D. Sanji tombe en arrière telle une feuille de papier, balancée de droite à gauche guidée par le vent ⸺alors que nous sommes en intérieur ?⸺, avant d'atterrir au sol. J'arque un sourcil. Ses yeux palpitent, tels de cœurs enragés et un sourire béat frôlant l'idiotie s'est incrusté sur ses lèvres. Je le regarde faire, tenant toujours ma vaisselle dans ses mains, il me paraît ailleurs, dans un autre monde. Je l'entends murmurer mon prénom, à l'instar d'une incantation, suivit de "ma jolie", "ma douce" et mon propre cœur s'emballe. Il ne bouge vraiment pas. Sanji est figé sur place.

« Euh, tout va bien..? »

Je me risque à le questionner, ne sachant pas si ce sont ses sottises habituelles, ou si il est temps que j'aille chercher Chopper. C'est une première toutefois : il ne saigne pas du nez. Mais ça, c'est peut-être parce que je ne lui avais pas montré mon décolleté..

Tout de même préoccupée, je refuse de l'abandonner, je me rapproche donc de lui. Cela se déroule en silence. Je contourne sa silhouette élancée pour m'accroupir à côté de son visage et le toucher, Sanji ne répond toujours pas. Le débarrassant de l'assiette de tasse, que je dépose au sol, je me mets à titiller sa joue. Plantant le bout de mon ongle dans l'onctuosité de cette dernière, je répète l'opération, murmurant son prénom au passage, jusqu'à le voir finalement cligner des yeux.

« Tu as besoin que j'appelle Chopper ? »

Sanji a l'air hébété. Un sourire presque immédiat prend place sur son visage lorsque son regard encontre le mien.

« Pourquoi donc ? Je ne me suis jamais sentis aussi bien de ma vie. »

Peu satisfaite de sa réponse, je fais la moue. Pendant ce temps, il apporte ses doigts à ses lèvres. Il semble pensif, il est plongé dans ses pensées.

« Tu n'es vraiment pas croyable quand tu t'y mets... »

« Tu t'es inquiétée pour moi, ma douce ? Comme c'est gentil ! Je⸺ »

« Pas croyable, j'ai dit. » je peste.

Je lui donne un petit coup de pied aux côtes, plutôt une bousculade, de manière à le faire taire. Sanji cligne des yeux, cela fait fait son effet.

« Je t'embrasse tout le temps, tu devrais t'y habituer... »

« Quoi ? Jamais ! » il s'offusque.

Sa main se saisit brusquement de la mienne, cela m'arrache un hoquet de surprise.

« Tes lèvres sont le nectar le plus délicieux qu'il m'ait été donné de goûter. Si il m'arrive un jour de m'en lasser, alors je suis devenu fou, j'ai perdu ma raison de vivre. Car pour rien au monde je ne voudrais m'en séparer, si ça ne tenait qu'à moi je⸺ »

Furieusement gênée, je m'éloigne.

« J'ai compris ! »

Je cache ensuite mon visage derrière mes mains, espérant qu'en faisant ceci, il comprenne mon embarras et cesse son numéro. Qu'est-ce qu'il peut être charmeur quand il s'y met, je peine à y croire ! Mon corps se redresse de lui-même, j'entends Sanji m'imiter. La vaisselle et le dîner sont depuis longtemps abandonnés.

« Ne sois pas embarrassée, je t'en prie, ma douce. Je ne fais que dire la vérité. »

Il se saisit de mes avants-bras et les abaisse de manière à faire tomber mon masque. Face au sérieux de son expression, je suis incapable de tourner la tête, c'est à mon tour de me retrouver figée sur place. Sanji me sourit timidement et se rapproche de moi.

« Puis-je en avoir un autre ? »

« Un⸺ Un quoi ? »

Il pointe ses lèvres de son index.

« Oh⸺ »

Mon cœur bat si vite désormais... J'ai l'impression que des tambours palpitent en mon sein. Rythmés et puissants, ils s'en vont jusqu'à faire trembler mes tympans, et faire tressaillir ma jugulaire.

« Je⸺ Je suppose. »

« Tu pourras travailler sereinement après, je te laisserai tranquille. »

« D'accord... »

Je me pose sur la pointe des pieds, et tandis que abaisse son visage dans ma direction.

Sanji m'embrasse.

Mes yeux se ferment et nos lèvres se touchent de nouveau, encore une fois dans un baiser si tendre et amoureux... Il s'est approché de moi, consciencieux, puis s'est emparé de ma bouche, sans avoir cessé de me contempler. Ça n'a rien à voir avec un baiser sensuel, plein de vie voire empestants la luxure. Ici, non, c'est totalement différent. La manière dont Sanji tient mes poignets entre ses mains, celle dont il se colle à moi, sans pour autant se frotter. Il est entièrement focalisé sur notre échange. Sûrement a-t-il lui aussi fermé les yeux. Mes doigts se referment jusqu'à former des poings et mes sourcils se froncent. Malgré moi, je gémis contre lui, Sanji me répond dans un grognement et, à cela, nos langues se frôlent.

Il m'emporte ailleurs. Des portes s'ouvrent sur une toute autre dimension. Je sens le vent me caresser les cheveux, une chaleur me dévorer l'estomac et mes pieds se faire léger. Ce... C'est indescriptible. Je m'accroche à ce sentiment jusqu'à en redemander plus.

Sanji m'a fiévreusement embrassée. Lorsque je le force à se séparer de moi, il me laisse bouche bée. Je suis sans mot; haletante, le visage couvert de gêne.

J'ai les yeux grands ouverts.

« Je crois⸺ »

« Je vais⸺ »

Nos regards se croisent, puis, à l'unisson nous parlons :

« Toi d'abord ! »

Nous rions.

« Je.. je t'en prie ma douce. » déclare Sanji en relâchant mes poignets. « À toi l'honneur. »

« Je⸺ Je disais... Je vais⸺ Je vais retourner travailler ? » je balbutie, tant bien que mal.v« Enfin⸺ Poster ma lettre ? Mon père doit attendre. Enfin non ! Le Martin facteur, je.. je veux dire. »

« Oui et, quant à moi je⸺ j'ai le dîner à finir de préparer. Alors⸺ »

« Oui ! »

« Oui, oui ! »

Sanji et moi échangeons un coup d'œil. Un petit rire s'échappe de mes lèvres, il m'imite et cela me fait sourire, malgré le fait qu'il a l'air totalement paniqué. Sanji est tout rouge. Ses joues sont rosies au possible, c'en est stupéfiant. Plus je le regarde, et plus j'ai envie de⸺

Un grand fracas nous arrête.

Surpris, nous faisons volte-face en direction de l'entrée de la cuisine, là où la porte a violemment été ouverte. Celle-ci claque contre le mur. Une seconde plus tard, les silhouettes de notre capitaine et du canonnier y font leur apparition.

« Sanji ! » se lamente Luffy. « J'ai faim ! »

C'est mon signal. Jetant un dernier coup d'œil à Sanji, je presse le pas jusqu'à atteindre ma pochette sur la table. Il est à présent bien trop occupé pour me remarquer, c'est dommage... Ma pochette n'a pas bougé depuis que je l'ai refermée. Elle y est abandonnée. Je la visse donc contre ma poitrine, évitant le regard lourd de suspicions de Usopp au passage et profite des plaintes poussées par notre capitaine pour prendre la poudre d'escampette. J'entends Sanji élever la voix et Luffy s'écrier ⸺plutôt le supplier⸺, les deux ne tardent pas à se chamailler. Apprendre que Luffy s'est jeté sur le frigo ne me surprendrait pas, il a toujours été un énergumène sacrément gourmand..

Je referme la porte de la cuisine derrière moi et me dépêche de descendre les escaliers menant au pont principal du Sunny. Ensuite, je fuis jusqu'à rejoindre ma chambre à coucher. C'est le cœur battant à mille à l'heure et l'esprit embrumé que je marche. La sensation des lèvres du joli blond imprimée dans ma tête, et la chaleur de ses doigts enroulés autour de mes poignets hantant mes souvenirs, je commencé à sourire.

Il me tarde d'écrire mon prochain article. Qui sait.. Peut-être que celui-ci lui sera dédié..?

[theemporium]

i think we're all forgetting that lesteappen werewolf!reader works for ferarri and is literally a race engineer on carlos' side. like she is there every race and max is just like "why can't u come over here :(" like he's so upset about it and is always trying to pull reader over to the red bull garage.

and like charles is just as bad, don't get me wrong, but max is always like "u don't get to fucking complain >:(" and like clockwork charles replies "SHE"S LITERALLY NOT MY RACE ENGINEER I DON" T GET TO SEE HER AT ALL" to which max is like "you literally have eyes she's right there in the ferarri garage what do u mean u can't see her" and charles is like "ok u have eyes too ??? if u wanna see her that bad just use those fucking baby blues to look inside the ferarri garage ?????" and it's like a whole routine a whole thing™️

and you know it's the austin gp and max is doing his whole song and dance to try and to come over to red bull and not do her job but "also pls don't steal our secrets baby" 🥺🥺 and like always reader is hemming and hawing and then max is like "i really want to introduce you to danny too please come" and reader is like "oh yea slay" and max is like "OH I SEE HOW IT IS >:("

anyways max all but drags her over and is talking to danny and just casually goes "oh yea have u met my mate yet?" and reader is just like 🧐🧐🧐 EXCUSE ME? MATE? in which way do u mean that ??? AND MORE IMPORTANTLY which way did danny take that ??????? 🧐🤨🤨 and later when danny asks max "you and your mates wanna get drinks later with some of us?" reader is actually flabbergasted she's all like is there some secret f1 werewolf society that i don't know about ?????? and more importantly why am EYE not a part of it ?????

also just wolf in a cowboy hat and a little bandana 😭😭😭

-🌠

(i'm so sorry this is so long i think i am slowly going insane)

PLEASE THIS IS SO SHSJWBSJSJSJSJ😭

the way the boys would pout and whine and complain about the reader not being in their garage or even their side of the garage is so funny😭she rolls her eyes every time but it doesn’t stop them from doing it

and her thinking they need to keep this big secret whereas max and charles have literally told everyone because they love you and they trust these people and they just REALLY wanted to boast about you to people agshsbjssbsjsb

[redraven393]

Catching up with Philza QSM Vod

July 22

hai phil-Early birbs lets go

You do have so many shits laying around

AUSIE AUSIE OIOIOI

Tallulah Darling hi :D its SO early for u-CHAYANNE HONEY YU AWAKE! - KIDDO buddy You give us ALL a HEARTATTCAK

Yeah scold him Phil >:(- PFFT Tallulah! -  CHAYANNE PLS SHE HAVENT SLEPT

ETOILES WOULD BE PUT IN PRISON

Safety first :D- no joint room

Well the kid literally have been sleeping a lot Lullah what do you expected?

PFTT 3 HOURS? CHAYANNE BUDDY PLS REST

Pretty – LMAO PHIL PLS THE 4th WALL PHIL

Yeah the room is not orange enough- Gordon ramsay tangent-

OMG TALLULAH SWEETY WHY DIDN’T YOU HAVE ANY FOOD?!- AVACADO toast FOR THE WIN!- CHAYANNE you too!

Food Check- DÉCOR time – Judging ur vibe-

Oh no u stuck- YAY FREDOM – IKEA LETS GOO

Lol the kids- all pumpkins- YAH STEAL THE RICH

Oh what about forever?- DID YA WIN SON??- AWWW noo

Woah that’s far- that is such a unique pattern- jumping blok-

Where is she?- PlANT TIME- WOAHH COOL- hey Tallulah

Oh ? good news first- white puffball U can eat them??

Yeah so Storage rooms

Grappling time- HERE WE GO

Yeah must be Dappers doing- Dapper is so crazy- HOLLY SHIT DAPPER U ARE CRAZY- ITS IN ALPHEBITICAL ORDER?!- It’s the Tesseract

Lol yeah you guys spend way to much time marveling dapper’s farm

Lolwas that enough?- fastest adventure we had- yeah don’t wory Lullah ur safe now

YEAH DÉCOR TIME AGAIN- yeah this looks good

Oh hey Tubbo

Oh?- Spanish music?- dance time cant hear the song thou

If you don’t know about love FUQ OFF lol- opp TOXIC- good guy behavior?

Lol yeah put all of it

CHAYANNNE- we did all that huh

Oh wait? They have titles??- YEAH CHAT GET YOUR TOAST

That is so cool- oh yeah you did that

AWW So CUTE

Yeah it look so good

AW YEAH WILL’S LETTERS

Phil’s pls he was assassinated by a baby

PFFT PHIL PLS NOT THAT ONE

A picture for the whole fam

Ahh a trip down the memory lane

Ah yes his favorite pic

Lol he got a pc-yeah not a good idea to put it next to the fire-well a kid got to have his fun

AWW THAT IS SO CUTE :D

AGUSTIN

Lol “no. MINE”

New song- yeah2 vod watchers cant hear anything lol- SPYxFAMILY??-OHH COMEDY that one

Yeah that is sweet

LET HIM COOK

Yeah it is pretty

LMAO Phil pls-PERMITED LETS GO

Phil pls

YEAH LETS GO to the TOP

Wicked lets go

Oh? A shulker box? Eyyo?

Lol bird brain go brr

:)

“Probably trash “he said LIES

PFFT LMAO he did it the son of a ditch

Lol its all fun Chayanne don worry- phil pls

STAR GAZING LETS GO

To the uppies place-safe and sound

Heloo-it DOES LOOK like a nest – birdza strikes again-The crows nest :D

AWW :D- so cute- an ECLIPSE- CUTE-

YEAH BED TIME STORY – OHH a SUPERNOVA

Oh the Beetlejuice :D- Yeah INFO DUMP

YEAH that is Cool

Gotta pay that bill

Yeah he did do that- Chayanne pls buddy

Yeah well they have reasons to be paranoid Tallulah, years of experience ca do that

:( PHILZA – YES WE DID SO PLS STAY SAFE

:’)

AWW KIDS WE LOVE YOU TOO – what happened with the squid?- aww buddy

Ah shit, imma cry – music paid actor

Goofy picture

Oh? – AWW KIDDO :’D

UGH MY HEART – AWW BUDY – PFT Tallulah sweety

AWW YOU TWO

Holly Lullah u have plenty

YEAH BED TIME

Opp ur stuck - oh okay good

Old chair

Etoiles have high standards- lmao- ??? holy – opp she voided

Question time- iron? Oh its not/j- pfft

Opp welcome back!- pfft

Yeah lets goo- oh so the Fed didn’t kidnaped you?

Yeah go get rest kiddos- oh that’s okay Tallulah

a hotel brunt down?-

?

who

OH FUCK OFF YOU BINARY BASTARDS

STOP TAKING PHOTOS U SHIT

WALTERBOB?!

FUCK OFF

STAY AWAY FROM CHAYANNE YOU SON OF DITCH

YEAH GO OFF PHIL- YEAH AND STAY THE FUK AWAY YA SHIT

Yeh he did- scuff encounter- YEAH NO MERCY- NOT IF HE WAS THE BINARY BASTARD

Vote for Walter

Pfft ever the humble Tallulah- okay stop fighting

Yeh MUSIC BOX

STAY SAFE KIDDOS

GOODNIGHT TALLULAH CHAYANNE

a fresh BRUISED Lettuce

BYE KIDS

Yeah those guys are creeps

?? oH YEaH IT DID- Failed egg? I mean why did the FEDs even made the EGGS

Chat?- PFT THT IS TOO BIG

YEY BYE PHIL

[101flavoursofweird]

Emiliana Perfetti’s father

I can’t decide whether it would be funnier if Carmine Accidenti or Don Paolo could be Emiliana Perfetti’s father… Because of course all the Italian characters have to be related. If someone else wants to offer another headcanon for my faves, I’m all ears.

At one point in the LMJ game, Emiliana notes that her mother ‘used to make tandoori chicken’… which, as this cool post points out, could suggest her mother has Indian descent. Em does say ‘used to’ but this doesn’t necessarily mean that her mother is dead

Yes, there’s the whole *tragic backstory* Emiliana discusses in Episode 40 of the anime— about the poor girl and her mother who lived in an apartment in London, until the mother suddenly disappeared, and the girl had a sad life, being passed from relative to relative… But turns out, much to Kat and Ernests’ chagrin, this was just the plotline to a movie starring Emiliana’s favourite actress. I reckon the only part that matches Emiliana’s life was how she went to university to study psychology.

During Case 8 in the game, Emiliana also mentions her ‘Nona’ (Italian for grandmother). Perhaps this was her father’s Italian mother?

I propose that Don Paolo was Emiliana’s biological father, but for whatever reason, he ditched her mother. (This was the same guy who ran away when he saw Claire kissing Layton.)

Little Emiliana had a happy life with her mother, but she always wondered what happened to her father. Her mother said he was a swindler, a liar, and a criminal and they were better off without him. (They really were!) From a young age, Emiliana decided she wanted to become a criminal analyst, so she could track down her father and bring him to justice. Emiliana fell in love with a film called ‘Lonely Study Girl’, as her life mirrored the protagonist’s in some ways… although, Emiliana was much happier.

Rather than having another PL mother die, we’ll say Emiliana toddled off one day in the Italian town where they lived. There’s a case afoot and she wants to solve it. She wonders if her father might have returned and he might be the perpetrator.

She runs into Carmine Accidenti, who has been summoned to solve the same case. Carmine tries to send her home, but she’s determined to help, and wants to help him solve more mysteries. Emiliana’s mother, knowing how much her daughter wants to become a criminal analyst (yes, of course Em knows what that is), just shrugs and goes, “Sure, we’ll move to England so you can become this guy’s apprentice!”

Like Professor Layton, Carmine inadvertently ends up adopting a random child.

Carmine returns to England with Emiliana in tow and he calls Janice and/or Professor Layton for help. (“Janice, help, I accidentally adopted a child!”) Carmine doesn’t leave his kid at home like Layton during his cases. He takes Emiliana along with him for the ride, much to Janice’s shock.

A few years down the line, Don Paolo gets lonely and he remembers: “Oh right, I have a kid back in Italy!” He returns to the Italian town, only to discover that his ex-girlfriend and his child have moved away. Desperate, he calls upon his ex-rival, now friend(?)— Hershel Layton to help him find his missing family. Layton does a bit digging and realises that— oh, dear— Don Paolo’s daughter is now the apprentice of his former student, Carmine. Emiliana might even see Carmine as her father… 

From past experience, Layton worries that this will enrage Don Paolo. Paul might try to extract his revenge on Carmine for ‘stealing’ his ex-girlfriend and his daughter. He could even end up hurting Emiliana and her mother. Layton immediately drops the case and avoids Don Paolo’s calls on the matter.

Don Paolo is furious with the professor. (“The one time I ask you for a favour, Layton, and you give up?”) He breaks contact with Layton for years and returns to his thieving ways. 

The next time Don Paolo crosses paths with Layton is when he’s kidnapped Luke, who was investigating the Relic Stones. Don Paolo was totally investigating the stones and he didn’t kidnap Luke just because he was jealous and lonely and wanted his own apprentice, whatever gave you what idea? 

Layton goes missing. Don Paolo also disappears. Ten years pass and Kat becomes a private detective. She finds a rival in Emiliana Perfetti, criminal analyst at Scotland Yard. One day, when they’ve become friends, Kat brings up her father’s old rival— criminal mastermind and master of disguise, Don Paolo. Emiliana questions Kat extensively about him and does her research, until she realises… Don Paolo could be her swindling, criminal birth father. 

When Layton returns home, he reveals that Emiliana’s theories are correct and tells her the whole story. He gives Emiliana an old class photo from his student days— he and Don Paolo (Paul) are amongst the students. Em shows her mother the photo of Don Paolo and her mother confirms. Yes, that’s him. 

Emiliana sets out to track Don Paolo down. Layton, Luke, Kat, Ernest and Sherl accompany her. Don Paolo’s just drinking in a bar somewhere and he’s flabbergasted when they all confront him together.

[shriekinghavoc]

WAIT okay i am actually so invested in the god tier concepts. pls. pls explain (if you want, i mean. i am genuinely -eyes emoji-)

OH MY GOD THANK YOU

This also counts as a character analysis so if anyone wants to read that.... I guess this is also a Hank, Don, Dawn, and Holly character analysis!

For those of you who don't read Homestuck but are interested, here's a quick explanation on what God Tiers are. For those of you who have read Homestuck and are wondering what qualities I consider to be "behind" ones God Tier being what it is, let this serve as an answer.

Homestuck is basically like Sword Art Online in that it's about kids stuck in a video game. The difference is the video game manipulates the players' reality instead of being a virtual reality. God Tiers are the "final form" a player can achieve in that video game and grants them abilities they'll naturally unlock both before and after they achieve God Tier.

These abilities are determined by a class (ex: page, bard, rogue) and an aspect (ex: life, hope, blood.)

Aspects are vague categories of concepts and things. For instance: Light means both actual literal light as well as information, money, and resources. Breath can mean the literal wind and it can mean freedom. Even hobbies can be related to one's aspect: (space is about creation so hobbies such as gardening, sewing, painting, and writing are all known hobbies for space players)

Classes are how someone relates to their aspect and would use it to fight. This can change the whole meaning of the aspect, which I will explain for each Hawk and Dove. These relations determine/are determined by the character arc each character goes through in Homestuck.

Holly Granger

Class: Rogue of Time

For Holly's temper and offensive nature, I still chose the passive Rogue class. The Rogues are those that steal their aspect from others for the good of their allies. For a Rogue of Time, this means Holly is steals time from others for the greater good. For as little as we saw of her in canon, she mostly treats herself like a tank in fights, putting herself at the fore front of things while others worked on a solution. She literally buys time.

Holly also has some of the fastest speeds we've seen from any Hawk or Dove (not including Justice League Unlimited) out running Dawn on two occasions out of her few appearances (and Dawn was always faster than Hank, and Don wasn't much faster than him.) She also has a known interest in music (tempo and rhythm themed.)

Lastly time players tend to have strained relationships with others and tend to distance themselves in some way, putting up acts to drive others away, genuinely not caring what people think, or just generally being vocal about how they're fine are all canon traits.

Dawn Granger

Class: Mage of Breath

This may surprise some to hear, but Dawn is very much a lonely character.

Yes, she knows Ren and Donna before Hank meets them but she is barely seen hanging out with them on her own after. Hank, however, is always hanging out with them (as we'll get into later.) As Dawn, she sits squished against the diner wall so the "couples" can talk and tries to boost her own confidence by dating a guy as herself. For fucks sake- she dated Boston Brand. Even before she became the kind of girl who can't hold her beer, she and Holly were talking about bars not being her thing. She was the kind of person who upon finding out she wasn't the only Dove went an ocean over to find Hawk.

In the 80s, at the least, part of her arc was very obviously that she felt more confident as Dove. I'd like to think it's because, as Dove, she was still isolated and unwilling to let other heroes know their secret, but she was more open and freed by her solitude. She maintained her friendship with Hank, but she's also more confident because she has freed herself from their expectations.

So long as she's behind a mask, that is.

Onto powers: Flight is really Dawn's shtick and main, memorable trait. Since Don never got the chance, she's the only canon flier on their team. All god tiers can fly, but breath has domain over the wind. I made her a Mage because Mages gather knowledge about their aspect- which is what Dawn wanted to do with her Dove powers. She wanted to become a master of manipulating it.

Her seeking out new languages to learn, offensive but calculated for minimum damage approach to enemies, and her attitude towards bonds made this one pretty easy.

Don Hall

Class: Seer of Space

Space players get the most important job in every game in Homestuck: Getting the "Win" condition. This is done by breeding frogs. The person who has this job has to be incredibly kind, devoted, and judgemental and controlling and-

I love Don, but if he was not a space player, he would not be having a good time and neither would the space player. More than that, this is the most removed and creative task complete with a final boss that you actually need to speak to and talk to instead of attacking like some others.

Space, being a creative aspect, is great for a character that loves art so much he teaches it in one universe as an adult and knew more than one local artist as a kid.

A seer can see or divine through their aspect, which I think is perfect for Don's "Danger Sense" power. All Hawks and Doves are said by "word of god" to have this (in-comic bios, dc databases, most third party websites-) but Don uses it the most frequently in his time, Dawn uses it sparingly, and it's even suggested a few times the Hawks don't have it at all. Terataya (by name and context of their realm) is heavily implied to be a creation deity, their powers linked to that of pure life energy through the White Lantern rings. I did consider life for this reason, but ultimately Don was never a healer, he was a creator with a plan for the future of the world.

Hank Hall

Class: Prince of Blood

This may surprise some to hear, but Hank is very much a lonely character.

His entire character relates to his experiences with others and their impact on him. For as bold and loud as he is, he really does care about the other people in his life. He's always reaching out for people- grabbing Don to pull him over a fire escape, pulling Dawn away from Sal, hugging Ren over the shoulders and kissing her when she was scared, hugging his mom before breakfast- and when he loses those people- he's driven out of his mind wanting them back.

He did some really messed up stuff in canon when Don died, and I know it was retconned and I hate the plot point myself, but they sure did choose to have him turn into Monarch by loosing Dawn.

Hank would kill for everyone he loves, and he loves a lot of people very quickly and makes non-superhero friends very easily. Depending on the writer, he might still make superhero friends fast (Bette, Beast Boy, Barbara- love the Bs) and those relationships last a long time.

A prince destroys with their aspect, and Hank is definitely fueled as a protector (... even if he's usually the one getting protected in the end.)

Being a destroyer class also falls very in line with him being a Hawk, usually creating space for his Dove rather than just buying time (Though he did do that as well at one point- He's often seen making advances and driving foes back away from Dove and civilians, trying to control the fight or disorient.)

Other Notes Homestuck Fans Will Enjoy:

-Time and Space as well as Blood and Breath are opposites of each other and are actually a perfect cross on the aspect wheel, each of them being extremes of "concept" and "connection."

-Being a time and space player respectively actually works great for Don's "sky's the limit" and "it's worth a try" approach to enemies compared to Holly's more practical "let's get it over with" approach.

-I did customize the outfits (most notably Hank's and least notably Dawn's) this is because I think the God Tier outfits as-is look ridiculous on adults most of the time and especially adults without the Homestuck Body Type.

-It was an accident that the Hawks turned out red and the Doves both got knowledge gathering classes. I actually went through the whole aspect wheel deciding who would be what very carefully before I picked these four.

-It was NOT an accident that both Holly and Don are passive and Hank and Dawn are active classes.

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

Henry VIII (La Monnaie De Munt, 2023): Reactions, Part I

enfin!!!

fancy schmancy painting

yup! it’s an olivier py production! (also lionel lhote my beloved)

lights camera action (also dear god pls let this be better than the wieler/morabito film studio prod of les huguenots)

rigoletto reference! (kinda) @leporellian​

she is beauty she is grace

two guys definitely just being bros

spinny spinny spin spin

tfw you fall in love with THE anne boleyn

definitely not foreshadowing also i want that dress

making a myth

sneaky sneaky also wait which red belle époque dress girl is anne

are you really surprised? (also the music here is *chef’s kiss*)

uh oh (also @monotonous-minutia​ i believe we have spotted our first shirtless extra)

and that’s on being in the court of a sociopathic, power-abusive monarch

don’t let him hear you

“oh hey we totally weren’t just writing a diss track about you”

“and now i’m gonna steal your girlfriend lolz”

the pope: why are you dissing me henry :/

“dude what the fuck is wrong with you”

“shut the FUCK UP surrey i’m having my EMO SAD BOY MOMENT” (also genuinely this aria is really beautiful)

DROP THE KNIFE HENRY

bravo m. lhote!!!

girlie looks out for her friends

liar liar black dress pants on fire

everyone’s telling you not to be a douchebag

yeet

cosplay couple (victorian and tudor respectively)

how people SHOULD do the whole “living christian values” thing

well congrats for figuring it out usually it takes people at least a couple acts

and this is how people should NOT do the whole “living christian values” thing (also great descending string motif here)

extra standing above: *drops a copy of the bible down from the second story*

henry: HA! I TOLD YOU! I CONNECTED THE DOTS!

catherine: you didn’t connect shit

saint-saëns you MASTER (also this production aesthetic is contributing very well to the vibe)

“oh fuck i think my wife is smarter than i thought”

yup that’s anne boleyn!

don gomez is a good egg

the star of the lady-in-waiting squad

the beginning of…certainly something

fancy flirting

Area Woman Possibly Has Visions Of Her Own Execution

oh i LOVE this scene (though this tempo is a bit fast for my liking)

hmm (but the choral music is gorg)

oh dear

it’s one of those concertantes that just slaps you in the face and it’s AWESOME

anyway this is significantly longer than i expected so…part two coming soon!