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yanderambling · 1 year ago

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omg i’m thrilled that y’all like him so much!!! and these ideas were soso tasty ugh your minds~ i had a lot of fun with this, maybe too much if you look at the wc lol, so i hope y’all enjoy <3 ALSO continuity note: since Adrian is so popular, i won't carry major events through different stories unless requested, that way everyone can have their own version of his story! but i'll be keeping general facts about Adrian the same unless otherwise specified, like his parents being rich because i find it funny~ thank you and goodnight <3 (and yes i switched this gif with the last part shhhh it’s okay)

pairing: Masochist Puppyboy!Yandere(m) x Bully!Reader(gn)

words: ~ 4.6k

you can read the previous part here!

CW: 18+, NSFW, yandere behavior, stalking, bullying, physical/verbal abuse, BDSM themes, poor BDSM etiquette but neither party minds

Adrian nearly choked when he heard his name read next to yours for the school project.

It took you a second to recognize his; you mostly just call him mutt. Once you realized, you loudly groaned at the prospect of spending the week with that pest.

Adrian couldn’t hear it over his racing heart.

As soon as class lets out, he's right at your side, yammering on about project materials and meeting arrangements and times and "we should really meet at one of our houses so we don't have to worry about distractions, I'm fine with coming to yours! It's closer to school anyway, right? It'll be more private- I just think it makes sense-"

You finally shut him up by making the executive decision that you’ll work at his house (you don’t need him shedding on your furniture, or potentially getting any personal ammunition against you; he is way too interested in being inside your home, and how does he know it’s closer to school?).

Adrian was crestfallen that he wouldn’t get to go in your house (and smell the pure you imbued in your furniture, and pretend he’s really your dog while you sit together- maybe in your bedroom!-, and snoop through your underwear drawer when you go to the bathroom, and snoop through your bathroom when he goes in right after you...), but he was still over the moon at the idea of having you in his space.

(He’ll just visit your window later tonight like usual, anyway- he'll still get high off that closeness alone. Win/win!)

Adrian doesn't think about anything else for the rest of the day, zoning through his classes and plastered to your side whenever he gets the chance, just alight with energy and anticipation and not shutting up about it- he's lucky there's too many witnesses for you to knock him quiet (oh, but he would feel so much luckier if you did).

You would totally bail on this project if you weren’t already failing this class, which is mostly on account of you bailing. You’re wondering if all those cut classes were worth having to work with this, but you’re not feeling hopeful.

The day seems to drag on forever for both of you, for vastly different reasons. By the time school lets out, Adrian is buzzing out of his skin and you're seconds away from ripping it off him.

As you two start the trek to his place, Adrian can't get over how surreal it feels to walk beside you. It's like you two are a couple, and you're walking him home for an after school study date!

He gets lost in the daydream easily, giving you a brief reprieve from his energy, and allowing you to absently notice his rapidly wagging tail almost propelling him down the sidewalk. You can't help but smirk a little at the image that conjures in your mind.

He's truly ridiculous, you can't really believe him sometimes. Doesn't that thing ever get tired? What does he think is gonna happen that's got him so damn excited? That he's gonna get in good with you somehow (hopefully) and you'll leave him alone? (never in his wildest dreams.)

Yeah, fat chance.

When Adrian stops at his house, you think he's joking. But then he walks right up the driveway of this random McMansion, motioning you along eagerly, and enters a security code before holding the door open for you with a clearly anticipatory smile.

...The fuck.

You did not count on Adrian’s family being loaded. He certainly doesn't dress or groom like it.

You consider berating him for not mentioning it, but decide against it for the risk of seeming stupid- to Adrian of all people. You do make a mental note for your future errand requests, though.

Adrian’s parents aren’t home, he tells you his mom is always traveling and his dad basically lives at his office. You’re relieved that you won’t have to put on a nice face for the folks, but there’s apparently still a live-in housekeeper that floats around (are you fucking kidding?) so you stay diligent.

Adrian suggests you two work in his room; you figure the further from watchful eyes, the better.

Despite it being his idea, Adrian can't help his giddy nervousness as you enter his room (he’d texted the housekeeper to make sure it was clean as soon as you decided to come over, lucky he keeps his souvenirs hidden away whenever he’s not admiring them).

The room is frankly ridiculous, easily twice the size of yours, a king bed in the corner, a desk and coffee table and two dressers, and yet adorned with piles of clothes and clutter and more genres of nerdy shit than you even knew existed.

"Yeah, okay, parts of this make sense."

Adrian cocks his head, opening his mouth to ask what you mean, when he suddenly chokes on air.

You've made a bee-line right to his desk, covered in books and papers for hobbies and school alike, but also holding a locked drawer at the very bottom in which he keeps his "school collection" (just discarded pencils with bitten erasers, torn up notebook paper he can still smell your hands on, old gym shorts you were probably gonna replace soon anyway, a bandaid here, a plastic fork there; nothing crazy).

He watches with bated breath as you sift through the contents of his desk, occasionally scoffing or chuckling at what you find. He lets out a sigh when you seem to grow bored, just for you to move on to his dresser and have his stomach doing somersaults all over again.

Maybe he should've asked the housekeeper to hide his stuff better and just braved the questions later...

You move throughout the room like you own it (you do, as far as the both of you are concerned), making little jabs at his various posters and figurines which make his whole body flush hot with pleasure because you're noticing things about him, but every other move you make sends his heart jumping into his throat in a completely different way.

It only takes a minute or two for the stress to get to him.

“Ah- hey! Uh, maybe we should- maybe we should start on the project, right?”

You bark a laugh and spin on your heel to face him, an incredulous half-grin pulling your lips and revealing a gut-twisting flash of teeth.

"We?"

Oh, yeah, he much prefers those intense eyes boring into him.

He starts spluttering placations immediately. "No! Well, uhm, I didn't mean- you, you don't- have to- obviously, I mean, I don't- I wouldn't-"

You roll your eyes and shove past him, effectively cutting him off as you flop down onto his abominably soft mattress. "Right, yeah, whatever. Let's get one thing straight here, okay?"

Adrian nods, his whole being drawn to focus at your entrancingly commanding tone. Although, it's incredibly hard to focus on anything with the sight of you on his bed right in front of him; he's already planning how to avoid that area so it'll retain your scent longer, he wonders if he could cut that part of the duvet out and keep it in an airtight container, maybe the sheets under it too just to be safe...

"This is not a "we" situation, got it? I'm not lifting a damn finger for this bullshit, that's what you're there for." Adrian has a purpose to you! "I am only here to make sure you're actually doing it, which shouldn't be a problem because if we get anything less than an A, it's gonna be your ass."

As tempting as it is to see what punishment you would inflict upon him, Adrian really really really wants to please you- and he's pretty good at this subject anyway!

You then cross your arms and lean back just enough to look down your nose at him. "Got it?"

Adrian can't answer fast enough.

"Yes! Yes, that's perfect! Awesome, good- great!"

But then he doesn’t make a move. Ha.

He looks a little lost, standing in the middle of his own room, barely biting down a grin and wringing his hands as he seems to wait for another command.

Apparently, you’ve trained him well.

You scoff and let yourself fall onto your back as you pull out your phone (Adrian's gonna need a bigger airtight container).

"Well, go on then, we don't have all day."

Adrian scrambles to get to work. He quickly positions himself on the floor by the foot of the bed and pulls the coffee table closer, emptying his school bag carelessly onto the carpet.

You huff a laugh at the sight, all this money and the kid's parents couldn't buy him any class. Maybe sloppiness is an inherent trait, like his apparent passion for service- nobody with this much money should be such a pushover. And yet...

Adrian couldn’t be happier, sitting on the floor while you lounge across his bed and periodically weigh in with (mostly incorrect) corrections or snide remarks, an almost alarmingly wide grin settled on his face as his tail taps a steady rhythm against his carpet.

It’s not an unpleasant picture, you muse absently as you look up from your phone, it’s almost comforting to have your little puppy on the floor, cheerily working away for you while you laze about. It certainly beats doing the work yourself, or having to threaten a student with an actual spine to do it for you.

Still, it doesn't take long for you to get bored. Bored enough to notice your empty stomach, at least.

"I'm hungry."

Adrian's head shoots up from the book he was hunched over, ears raised at attention and eyes glittering with something you're not sure you care to identify.

He's on his feet in the next second, knocking his knees on the way up loud enough to startle you yet showing no signs of even noticing.

"I-I'll ask Len to make something!"

He darts out of the room before you can tell him what you want, but you trust he knows your moods and tastes well enough by this point to predict. (Oh, he does, and Len's not going to be making anything- they don't know all the special ingredients!)

The second he leaves, you decide to really cure your boredom by snooping around in earnest. Certainly this creep has something actually weird hidden in here, you just have to look in the right places.

You waste no time in sifting through his bookshelf (nerd shit), closet (nerd clothes, some dirty), a dresser (nerd clothes, mostly clean), under his bed (dirty clothes, nerd shit in boxes)- the door opens behind you.

“Wha-? Oh! Ah- Wh-what- what are you doing?”

You don’t even bother moving from your crouch, most of your upper body shoved under the bedstand while the rest of you... is not.

Adrian’s mouth is completely dry for several reasons.

“What’re you, blind? I’m snooping.”

Adrian slowly comes further into the room, hesitantly setting the serving tray on the low table. He can’t stop his voice from cracking as he stutters out,

“Uh- yeah, okay, yeah, but- um, would you maybe mind- um, not?”

You snicker, at least he has some manners. “Yeah, I do mind, actually. What’s the matter, mutt? Got something to hide?”

“N-no!”

The answer is so immediate, so fervent, that it has you pulling up just to give him an unimpressed look. He stares back at you, eyes wide and frenzied.

“Jesus you’re a bad liar.”

Looking at him now, you can see sweat glistening on his face and his hands clenching by his side. His eyes dart toward the dresser you haven't checked yet.

Bingo.

You jump up from your position and stride across the room with purpose. You only make it a few steps before Adrian seems to materialize in front of you, making you stop short and almost yelp from shock.

“S-sorry! I’m sorry, I just-" he's waving his hands wildly, head ducked as his gaze rapidly flicks between your face and the floor, "You-you can’t- please, please don’t-”

“Okay, creep, I get the gist.”

You shove past him, and he wishes he could relish the firm pressure of your hands on him.

He whirls around and watches in horror as you approach the dresser. He needs to do something, he needs to stop you, but what can he do? You’ve clearly made up your mind, it’s not like it's his place to try and change it...

All he can do is watch, a high ringing in his ears and his body filling with static, while you meticulously sift through every drawer until his clothes are strewn about the floor and you're panting with frustration.

He's about to let himself take a breath when you suddenly squat down and stick your arm into the shallow space underneath. He nearly swallows his tongue when you let out a disbelieving huff and awkwardly slide out a long lockbox.

You look up at him triumphantly, eyes sparkling with glee, and he almost mirrors your smile just for how captivating it is.

"Open it."

"N-no-"

You lean up toward him and cock your head, he has to stop himself from being drawn in by the magnetism of your narrowed eyes. “The fuck did you just say to me?"

"I'm sorry! I didn't- just, I can't-"

"Oh, I think you can. Or you're not gonna like what happens next."

That's where you're wrong, and it only really strengthens Adrian's extremely shaky resolve. He tries to keep the grin off his face as he habitually starts to picture the punishment you might give him; a cuff on the ears, a knee to the stomach, a punch in the face-

But you just roll your eyes and groan, no longer in the mood now that something more interesting has presented itself.

Instead, your gaze floats down to the flimsy looking combination lock on the box, then it fixes on some heavy-standed figurine you'd knocked off his bookshelf earlier.

Yeah, good enough.

Adrian barely has time to flinch before you're snatching it up and breaking the lock with a sound crack.

Then you're lifting the lid.

"No!"

He starts to lunge forward, but your sharply raised hand halts him dead in his tracks.

Fuck.

It's too late anyway, judging by your wide eyes and slightly slack jaw (god how he wishes he could focus on the glorious curve of your open lips, or the way your perfect teeth peek over them, or how it might feel to have those teeth sunk into his skin-)

"What. The. Fuck."

"I-I can explain- It's not-!"

"I literally do not believe that you can."

Adrian's throat goes dry, he feels tears welling in his eyes. "I'm sorry- I'm sorry! I never meant- it's not like-"

You tune Adrian out as you focus on the stacks and stacks of photos arranged in the box before you. There even seem to be books underneath those, thick ones despite the shallowness of the container. You’d say there’s easily hundreds of pictures in here.

But, more concerning than the amount of photos… is their content.

They’re all you.

Undeniable, from every angle and range and setting you could imagine, it’s all you. There’s you at your spot with your friends, sitting in class, in the cafeteria, running errands in town, sneaking off to that private spot nobody else is supposed to know about, asleep in your bed- in dozens and dozens of iterations, like you could probably make a flip book of every scene.

It’s offensively redundant, honestly, a gross waste of paper. Maybe equally as concerning.

(Adrian needs to keep physical copies, and hard drives, and backup hard drives, and another box further under the dresser... What if something happens to his phone? What if he lost all his treasured photos forever? He doesn’t know what he’d do.)

"You're a bigger creep than I gave you credit for." You murmur, mostly to yourself.

Adrian never thought he'd feel anything but sheer joy from hearing that word leave your mouth. "N-no! It's not- it's not like that! I'm not- I don't-"

While Adrian's still blustering and working himself into a tizzy, you're just... processing.

It's oddly unsurprising, once you consider all the other factors together. Looking at it now, of course Adrian had more perverted reasons for complying to your cruelty, what else could he have been getting out of it? You guess you kinda always knew, on some level, but you never thought it would be like this.

But, since it is, you can't help but wonder just how far this perversion has gone, how far it will go...

This night has been boring enough that you're entitled to a little fun, right?

And besides, looking at him now- all wide eyed and droopy eared, his tail pulled between his legs and clutched in his trembling hands- Adrian actually looks a little bit... cute? In a pathetic, dirty stray caught in the rain type of way, of course.

The only real difference is that you'd be much kinder to the stray.

"Alright, shut it, stalker."

Adrian's mouth snaps closed, his tail trying to tuck further at your dangerously low voice.

"Obviously, this severe-" you flap a stack of photos at him, causing him to duck his head and whimper, "-invasion of my privacy can't go unpunished."

Adrian's eyes become impossibly bigger as they flash up to watch you stand. His ears suddenly perk, his tail tugs against his grip as it tries to hesitantly wag.

Jesus, he's shameless.

This is gonna be fun.

But first, a plan. You don't want Adrian getting too bold, so what better way to keep him in his place than by tying him there? Looking around his room, you don't have much to work with, but you're resourceful; a lace from his sneakers should do just fine (who keeps shoes in their room? what a creep).

"Alright. Sit."

Adrian is falling to his knees before his brain can process the words. When it does, he isn't quick enough to bite down on the high keen that builds in his throat.

You scoff, mentally scorning yourself for ignoring his shit for so long, then go to pull a lace. Adrian watches in rapt attention as you test its strength, your hands flexing so tantalizingly as you pull the string harshly several times over.

He holds his breath on instinct when your scrutinizing glare scans the room again.

"Okay, bed. Back to the headboard. Now."

Adrian scrambles up immediately, pulling some of the sheets off in his hurry, eager to obey before you change your mind.

You follow right after, kneeling up and leaning over him to tie his hands to the headboard above him. His dry throat click as he gulps.

You're so close, your heavenly scent filling his lungs like a sweet paralyzing vapor, he can feel the heat radiating from your skin despite the clothes between you, he could probably taste you if he just stuck out his tongue...

He whines as you yank the shoelace tight with a grunt before tying it off. You tug on his hands once more, forcing the string deeper into his skin, and your hum of satisfaction is drowned out by Adrian's low groan.

What a wonderful feeling, the sharp sting of the lace grounding him down like he needs to be; he can't help twisting and pulling until the burn intensifies, imagining it's your firm hands holding him so tightly...

"Jesus, freak, you're already getting into it?"

Adrian just whimpers, barely registering the question past your condescending tone as he continues to squirm.

You suddenly grab the front of his shirt and pull him forward until he's partially hovering off the mattress, the combined pressure of your knuckles under his chin and the shoestring grating his tender wrists pulls a breathy moan along with.

You lean in close, practically growling as you say, "Don't do my job for me, mutt."

You press a relatively fresh bruise on his arm just to see him twitch and bite his lip (it’s actually from a week ago, that’s how good he is at maintaining your marks for you!). It is pretty gratifying.

Almost as gratifying as the bulge you spot between his wantonly spread legs.

A breathless laugh punches out of you. It's oddly jarring to see, and you would later deny that it's slightly impressive, but it's not an entirely unpleasant sight.

"God, you're fucking pathetic. But you know that, don't you, you little creep?"

If your words weren't enough to have Adrian shaking out of his skin, you lean closer and nip his ear; he jerks back instinctively at the pain, which only makes its sting so much sweeter when you sink your teeth in and pull back.

He doesn’t bother trying to keep himself quiet.

“This isn’t even a punishment for you, is it? Is it, you fucking perv?”

Adrian is so far beyond saving face, he’s mostly beyond communication of any kind, so he just shakes his head fervently and grunts and hopes it’s good enough.

“Use your words, mutt.”

He gasps as you yank his throbbing ear, pulling his face closer to yours- oh dear god he can feel your hot breath against his cheeks, every detail of your perfect face so confident and dangerous and ethereal, your sparkling eyes look positively deadly and Adrian is ready to submit himself to their perils-

“Answer me," your sharp words make his lashes flutter, but he keeps his eyes wide open to stare at your taunting smile hanging just inches from his face, "are you getting off on this?”

He nods, he’s starting to get dizzy with all this nodding but he doesn't feel capable of much else, then you tug his hair back with the most glorious burn-

“Ah-Yes! Yes, I love- I love it, please- give me- more- please, I need- I need-“

He cuts off with a choked sound as your fingers slide up his throat and tighten, all too happy to oblige.

"That what you want? You happy now?" You taunt, your breath against the shell of his ear raising goosebumps all over his body.

He tries to nod against your grip, causing you to smirk and push further.

Oh god yes please-

Garbled moans fight their way from his throat as his eyes roll back in ecstasy, his straddled legs pressing tightly together as he thrashes desperately against the headboard, his whole body trembling and pushing up and up in search of contact- but you keep pulling away, putting more pressure on his neck to support yourself, bringing out the most pitiful little whimpers.

"Use your words, puppy."

Puppy.

Adrian chokes for reasons entirely unrelated to your hand on his neck. His tail, which had been beating a rapid tempo since you sat him down, starts flailing into overdrive.

It takes considerably more effort, but Adrian needs to please you- maybe you’ll even reward him!- so he coughs and gasps until he can force out,

"Y-Yes,” a strained cough, “Tha-agh-thank- you-"

A smile curls your lips unbidden. Such initiative! You let your fingers stroke over his throat as your hand presses in harder.

"There, that's a good boy."

Adrian's vision whites out.

He’s not even aware of the stream of whines and moans that force their way from beneath your fingers, he doesn't notice how his body squirms against the pressure of you on top of him, he couldn't tell the frantic thumping of his tail from that of his heart- all he can focus on is the red hot ecstasy filling every inch of him to bursting, the transcendent bliss of being so thoroughly claimed, so completely controlled, so wholly owned by you.

He's still hiccupping moans and thumping his tail when you withdraw your hand for fear of suffocating him, these needy little noises escaping his already bruising throat.

His head lolls back and his mouth falls open as you remain suspended above him, taking in your handiwork.

He’s so vulnerable, his entire body open and happily exposed to you, every muscle trembling in the aftershocks. His chest heaves as sweat and tears drip down onto his shirt, but he seems to pay no mind as his vacant eyes flutter up at you. He struggles to keep them open as a dopey grin spreads across his bitten lips, and you have to bite your own to stop from returning it.

Then, your eyes travel down to the steadily shrinking tent of his pants, now adorned with a dark wet stain- just like you expected.

Hot.

"Pathetic."

You sit back on you heels, seemingly alerting Adrian to your absence as his hand flies up to grab his throat with a high whine- but you cut that shit off right away.

"Yeah, no, I'm not trying to catch a murder charge tonight, thanks. Besides," your eyes pointedly flick down between his spread legs, causing his face to heat up though he makes no move to close them, "it looks like you got more than your share- frankly, you should be grateful for anything I'm willing to give you."

Adrian's voice is hoarse when he tries to insist, "I am! I-" he cuts off with a heavy cough, which only has you wincing with guilt a little. "I'm- I'm grateful. I am!"

You don't doubt it, especially looking into those watery, red-rimmed puppydog eyes of his. However, you do like to be cruel, and you did just get a bunch of texts from some of your friends about this 'super crazy thing you don't wanna miss and you gotta get down here right now!', (and you're maybe feeling a little uncharacteristically giddy as you fully process your situation) so...

"Doesn't matter, I can't reward this insolence."

You untie the shoelace with a deft tug and slide off the bed without another word.

Adrian just barely stops himself from whining again, the sudden loss of the pressure around his wrists leaving him feeling untethered. He has to dig his nails into his hands as he watches you collect your things (the covered platter lay forgotten on the table, insult to injury), just to keep from reaching out for you.

He wants desperately to follow you, but he can't make his body move for how relaxed and heavy it feels, and he knows it would probably just upset you more anyway- and not in the good way.

“Oh, and Adrian?” You slap the doorframe as you hang off of it, and your use of his name has Adrian's groggy head springing up to face you instantly, ears high and eyes hopeful.

“Next time you want a picture of me, just ask. That way I can knock some sense into you right away.” You tap the frame again, a crooked grin fixing your lips before you push off.

“See ya tomorrow!”

Still too fuzzy to move, and in fresh shock from that almost-genuine smile, he can only listen forlornly as your steps grow fainter and fainter until the door shuts downstairs. Then, he's helpless to do anything beyond replay the events of the past ten minutes in obsessive detail in attempts to permanently document every single sensation you gave to him.

He only manages to move about a half hour later, when his phone buzzes with a text.

He slowly leans over the bed and lifts his phone from the floor, blinking blearily as he reads... your name. Attached to a ludicrously extravagant lunch order for tomorrow.

The phone drops from his fingers like lead.

How?

His heart starts racing as he wracks his brain to recall when you put his number in your phone- then, his tail starts up again as he wonders if he'll be punished for already having yours in his (not for anything weird! he just likes to type out walls of text complimenting every part of you and telling you exactly the ways he wants you to destroy him and then deleting them- but maybe he'll send the next one).

It must mean something good if you want to keep in close contact with him, right? That must mean you aren't really mad at him, right? That must mean you like him, right? You still think he’s a good boy, right?

Another text lights up his phone. He scrambles to grab it back, hands shaking as he holds the screen close to his face.

[ur gnna b my bitch 4evr now]

A shaky giggle escapes him.

Those are easily the most beautiful words he’s ever read.

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alonetimelover · 10 months ago

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pairing: Ginger Spice's daughter!reader x Max Verstappen (ex-Harry Styles)

fc: Sabrina Carpenter

summary: After getting over her fear of getting into a relationship, YN started to 'soft launch' her new partner. Of course everybody knew who it was, but she wanted her fun. Harry didn't like it and still was petty. Max had had enough.

warnings: swearing, some suggestive comments, talk about verbal assault and not-so-great fist fight

masterlist part 1

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maxverstappen1 and yourinstagram added to their IG story!

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formula1gossip

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formula1gossip With the one week break between Italian and Singapore Grand Prix, the two-time World Champion - Max Verstappen - was seen cozing up with a mysterious woman on his yacht near the Amalfi Coast. Any ideas who could that be?

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maxfan94 my man is gone

maxfan958 making out on a yacht in a bright day? who is this man?

landofan48 not to be bold but i think i know exactly who that is

ynsmymama GUYS GUYS GUYS Ma'x story from yesterday and YN's were definitely one photo!

⤷ maxfan67 how?

⤷ ynsmybestie YN's story was the cropped version of Max's

ynsmybestie this is YN YSN, no thank you, i don't need confirmation - I KNOW

landonorris interesting

⤷ landofan49 WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE ?!

⤷ landonorris I LIKE GOSSIP

⤷ danielricciardo he's gonna kill you! prepare to end up in the wall on sunday, lando! nice knowing you!

⤷ landonorris mclaren i need new insurance

⤷ mclaren Fight your wars, Lando. Fight your own wars.

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram life lately has been exciting 💛

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landonorris you rehearsing???

⤷ yourinstagram shhh, im making new music

landonorris will you be my photographer forever??

⤷ yourinstagram you only like the photo cause it's a thirst trap

⤷ landonorris shhhh, don't tell people

danielricciardo was the restaurant worth it?

⤷ yourinstagram you know it, dan

maxverstappen1 💛💛

carlossainz55 i like the fourth photo

⤷ yourinstagram I LIKE YOUUUUUUU

ynsmybestie WHAT IS THIS

ynsmybestie lando thirst trap???????

⤷ user84 he's not without a shirt though?

⤷ ynsmybestie HE DOESN'T NEED TO, HE'S STILL HOT

ynsmymama not only showing us that she's making new music but SOFT LAUNCHING ??? like if we didn't know already who that is

⤷ ynshands let's just pretend and see what happens

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ynxmax no way that my ship has sailed no way

ynupdates new music when???

⤷ yourinstagram sooner than you think 🫣

user92 she already has a new boyfriend?

⤷ ynsmybestie already? it's been 6 months since it was made public that yn and harry broke up. and considering all the interviews and songs, they'd been broken up longer than that

⤷ ynsmymama you can say that or just shut your mouth user92

ynshands i just know that the last photo was taken after Singapore... that man was furious

⤷ maxandyn don't even... i'm blushing

⤷ ynsmybestie they all said that lando would end up in the wall and here he was on the 2nd place

⤷ ynsmymama the way that YN was cheering for Lando, knowing that Max had no chance anymore. this is a true friendship. and her jumping up and down at the podium ceremony????? I LOVE HER

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram got a man and here's the aftermath... NONSENSE EP is all yours to listen right now!

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landonorris no problem yn for contributing to your cover photo! i am very thankful for the credit!

⤷ yourinstagram you know damn well why that credit is not there

⤷ landonorris but he took the photo with MY camera!

⤷ yourinstagram so i guess it's not my album because my pen wrote down the words

⤷ landonorris well, when you put it like that...

maxverstappen1 💛💛

⤷ ynsmybestie love me some man that comments same thing under my posts

danielricciardo STREAMING IT RIGHT NOW - KEEP YOU UPDATED

⤷ danielricciardo call it what you want - fit like a daydream? build a fire? starry eyes? yeah, he has those. you already wear that necklace he got you, don't you?

⤷ danielricciardo slut! - tangerine? what were you doing in the mclaren paddock, hmm?

⤷ danielricciardo bad for business - you've gone crazy, that's right. i've never seen you this crazily happy.

⤷ danielricciardo you are in love - i'll never forget the look in his eyes when he said "you are my best friend". and the photo on the desk is absolutely adorable (i'm going to be sick)

⤷ danielricciardo i think he knows - boyish look??? did you hear his jokes? he IS a boy! 26 yo and still a child. you'll drive? if he trusts you with the car you might as well get married, no kidding.

⤷ danielricciardo nonsense - WHY WOULD YOU RELEASE IT? WHY WHY WHY... I NEED TO BLEACH MY EYES AND DO SOMETHING MY MEMORY AND FORGET THIS SONGS EXIST. I WON'T BE ABLE TO LOOK BOTH OF YOU IN THE EYES NOW.

⤷ yourinstagram have you consider a career in doing yt reaction videos? you'd be gold

ynupdates i can't wait for twitter to react to all of these...

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Harry Styles confronted Max Verstappen

Just last night after YN YSN's secret concert in Las Vegas, her ex-boyfriend, Mr Treat People With Kindness (Harry Styles) decided to 'bump into' his ex-lover and 'talk'. According to the fans on scene - it was aggressive, blatant and simply sad how Harry supposedly treated YSN.

When the concert ended and the lights went out, fans started to exit the venue and making their way home. Some of them decided to move to the back and patiently wait for the VIP people leaving. VIP list for that concert consisted of two World Champions - Lewis Hamilton and apparent new boyfriend of YN's - Max Verstappen, plus some of other F1 drivers. In the attendance were also YN's mum - Geri Horner and step-dad - Christian Horner.

Finally, YN went out first, but no one could even start asking anything when from thin air appeared Harry Styles - drunk and rocky. The yelling match started, which caught the attention of more people, but especially the said VIPs.

"Max literally flew from the doors and stood between Harry and YN. By that time, YN was crying and shaking from all the insults and swears that were spoken to her. Harry tried to move past Max, but he held him in place, placing a hand on Harry's chest. The singer didn't like it and pushed the driver. Now, the other drivers had also gone out and surrounded the trio. Two of them took care of YN and others were in place to eventually stop the fight. They couldn't. Harry took the first swing, but considering that he was drunk, Max could easily duck and wait for his turn. At the end, Max just went up to Harry and said something - looking him directly in the eyes, knuckles white and all that. Finally, they all left, leaving Harry there, sitting by the door. Max was holding YN so she wouldn't fall from all the shaking," said one of the witnesses.

Do you think that YN or Max will report an assault?

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yourinstagram DANIEL JOSEPH RICCIARDO

yourinstagram what in the hell are you doing??

⤷ danielricciardo i'm soft launching

⤷ yourinstagram my relationship?

⤷ danielricciardo YOU SAID YOURSELF THAT YOU WANTED TO DO IT

⤷ yourinstagram YEAH ME! and there's nothing 'soft' about it

⤷ danielricciardo maybe i chose some risky photos

⤷ yourinstagram too late. he just left to give you a visit :))

⤷ landonorris pray for daniel people! the man may have a boyish look but his a mad man!

⤷ yourinstagram and then he's visiting you, lan

ynupdates that is max verstappen. if i ever saw max verstappen that's him

ynsmymama nonsense making sense know

ynsmybestie I love that they still play the 'soft launching' game when just few days ago she was singing about Max's BDE

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SCREW SOFT LAUNCHING - MY BOYFRIEND IS A 3 TIME WORLD CHAMPION, WHAT ABOUT YOURS??

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maxvertsappen1 MY GIRLFRIEND IS A NATIONAL TRESSURE

⤷ maxverstappen1 Did I do it right, yourinstagram?

⤷ yourinstagram YES YOU DID MY LOVE

maxverstappen1 I love you

⤷ yourinstagram I LOVE YOU

danielricciardo who are you and what have you done with yn?

⤷ yourinstagram that's the thing - I'm finally me, unapologetically

⤷ danielricciardo I couldn't be happier for my best friend for finding someone that makes her the best version of herself

⤷ yourinstagram you sap! love you, riccy ric

danielricciardo I thank heavens that Geri or Christian are not looking at you account

⤷ yourinstagram oh she does "dad's rethinking the christmas dinner invitation" was her text

landonorris got (love)sick all over my bed from this content

landonorris congratulations Max, you champ! and congrats yn for making it through the night

⤷ maxverstappen1 Thanks, Lando. And she did really good.

⤷ landonorris keep it in you pants, will you?

⤷ yourinstagram I'm done.

charles_leclerc Congratulations!

ynupdates daddy max??? what in the hell

ynsmymama all those photos scream: I HAD A NIGHT TO REMMEBER

⤷ yourinstagram i did.

maxfan49 i've never seen him happier

maxfan93 rue when was this?

⤷ maxverstappen1 Last night / this morning?

⤷ maxfan98 what. in. the. hell.

ynsfan49 they really said: i'm in love, i have great nights and i'm gonna make that everybody problem

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ynsfan95 my boyfriend is graduating tomorrow with an engineer degree!

⤷ yourinstagram SLAYYY

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landonorris say thank you to the third wheel of the year, max

⤷ maxverstappen1 stop flirting with my girlfriend then

⤷ landonorris i know you're thankful

⤷ danielricciardo leave him, max. it's the only thing that was left for him - hopeless flirting

⤷ landonorris do you know the sentence that starts with f and ends with u and has uck yo in the middle?

danielricciardo mama y papa

⤷ yourinstagram someone take that phone away from you

⤷ maxverstappen1 You're older than us

yourinstagram got my heartbeat skipping down 16th avenue

⤷ danielricciardo are you quoting your own song?

⤷ yourinstagram no, i'm quoting words i said to him last night before falling asleep in his arms

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⤷ danielricciardo damn

charles_leclerc finally! i wouldn't be able to keep it a secret anymore

⤷ yourinstagram you spilled the beans to your engineers twenty minutes after we had told you

⤷ charles_leclerc but i didn't tell anybody else

⤷ pierregasly you told me!

⤷ georgerussell63 me too!

ynupdates SHE IS MY ROMAN EMPIRE TOO. YOU'RE NOT SPECIAL MAXIMUS

⤷ maxverstappen1 That's not my name!

⤷ yourinstagram Maximus??? i love it

ynsmybestie screw soft launching, leave it for Max to HARD launch

⤷ yourinstagram I thought I "hard" launched???

⤷ ynsmymama double meaning queen

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a/n: do we move on from this pair or crave some more drama?

#f1 x reader #formula 1 x reader #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen x you #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen social media au #max verstappen one shot #max verstappen x singer!reader #max verstappen fic #harry styles x reader

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elizabethsnuts · 7 months ago

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Makeup Surprise

Aaron Hotchner x Daughter!Reader

Summary: You and your brother Jack surprise your dad with a makeover.

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You and Jack quietly tip-toed into your father's room, the soft padding of your socked feet was almost silent against the floorboards. You had your little makeup kit clutched tightly in your tiny toddler hands, while Jack was your enthusiastic accomplice.

With barely contained excitement, you approached the bed with a little giggle. Your sparky blue Cinderella princess dress was proving a challenge as you tried to climb onto the bed, the dress making you slip. Jack being a great big brother, pushed you up onto the bed with all his 5-year-old strength then climbed onto the bed himself. You both turned to each other with cheeky grins and little giggles escaping your mouth.

You leaned forward, looking at Aaron’s face as he slept. You turned to Jack again. “Shhhh, Daddy sleeping.” You put your finger to your lips to make a shushing gesture.

Jack nodded and opened the makeup kit. “Do it quietly N/N, he’s gonna wake up.”

Your giggles bubbled over as you carefully dipped your tiny fingers into the assortment of colourful powders and glosses. With delicate precision, you began to apply them to your father's sleeping face, your movements exaggeratedly careful as you concentrated on creating a masterpiece.

You smeared a glob of pink sparkly lipstick onto Aaron’s cheek, your little tongue sticking out in pure concentration. “He gonna be pretty like princess.” You smiled in pride.

Jack nodded and he grabbed a small brush, gathering some eyeshadow and making a long line across his forehead. “You are very good at this.”

As the soft bristles of the brush touched his skin, Aaron stirred slightly, but he kept his eyes closed, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He could feel the weight of his children's presence in the room, their excitement palpable in the air.

Jack, unable to contain his laughter any longer, let out a soft snicker, which only fueled your enthusiasm. With renewed vigour, you continued your work, your little fingers back to dipping into pots of shimmering eyeshadow and tubes of brightly coloured lipstick.

Aaron pretended to be asleep, his chest shaking silently with suppressed laughter as he felt the long careful strokes of your finger across his face. He could hear Jack's giggles growing louder, his son's amusement infectious.

Jack dipped his finger in the palette, grabbing a giant glob of it and making little stars on Aaron’s cheek with it. You smiled in pride. “You making him look fabulous, Jackie!” Jack nodded and handed the brush over to you.

Finally, you announced triumphantly, "All done!" your voice was filled with pride as you admired your handiwork, your eyes shining with delight.

Aaron couldn't keep up the charade any longer. With a dramatic yawn, he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze meeting the gleeful expressions of his children. "Good morning, what are you guys doing in here?" he said, his voice filled with fake curiosity.

You and Jack burst into fits of laughter, your joy filling the room while Jack pointed his finger at you.

“It was Y/N's idea! She just made me help.” You looked at him with an expression like he was crazy that he just dobbed on you.

As Aaron sat up, his face adorned with a rainbow of colours and globs of glitter from his daughter's makeup kit, he smirked slightly at you.

“Oh, I see. Did you at least make me look pretty?” He asked and raised an eyebrow.

You nodded vigorously and grabbed out your little mirror, showing him. “Seee! You so pretty, like princess!” You grinned and let out a giggle.

Giggles continued to fill the room as Aaron wrapped his arms around his kids. Even after long exhausting cases that drained him, he could never stop loving spending time with his children.

#daughter!reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch hotchner #aaron hotchner x daughter!reader #aaron hotch fluff #aaron hotchner x child!reader #criminal minds #criminal minds aaron hotchner #jack hotchner #child!reader

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russos-one · 7 months ago

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Jessie Fleming x Reader

Let her believe I never loved her (Part 1)

Inspired by Cigarettes Out The Window x Dangerously Yours - TV girl/That tiktok audio that goes “let her think I never loved her”

Summary- R has been hopelessly in love with Jessie ever since she joined Chelsea but has never had the courage to tell her and then it's too late

Warnings- Magda yelling in Swedish, R, Niamh and Sam being little shits, Jessie being a cutie pie, Fluff

Word count- 1783

A/N- Pretend Pernille and Magda never left because I miss them and that Sam never did her forbidden 3 letters

A/N- All the Swedish and Danish are from Google Translate and I have no idea if it is right or not

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“Just tell her! What's the worst that could happen?” Niamh urged.

“Well, I don’t know—maybe she doesn’t like me back, and I’d lose three and a half years of friendship!” you replied.

“That wouldn’t happen; she obviously likes you back!”

“You don’t know that! Just let it go,” you said, turning back to your bag.

“You can’t avoid it forever!” you sighed, zipping it up.

“Fine, yes I ca—” Suddenly, there was a knock on the door of your shared hotel room.

“Just drop it, Niamh,” you said as you opened the door.

You were met with a smiling Jessie. “Jessie! Hi!” Niamh poked her head out from behind you. “Hey, Jessie!”

Jessie made eye contact with you and smiled. “Hello, Y/N.” Niamh sighed loudly. “Okay, just act like I'm not here, I guess,” she joked, rolling her eyes.

Jessie broke eye contact with you to look at Niamh. “Hello to you too, Niamh,” she said.

“Do you want to come in?” you asked, opening the door wider and stepping aside.

“Unfortunately, I can't. Emma sent me up here because you two are taking too long, and the coach is about to leave.”

You turned to Niamh. “Look what you did! Now Emma is mad at us, and she's going to make us run extra laps!”

Niamh gasped. “It's not my fault you were too busy arguing with me about how in love with Je—jumping jacks! How in love you are with jumping jacks!”

“Jumping jacks?” Jessie turned back to you.

“Yeah, I just love jumping jacks in a workout,” You said, looking confused.

“Okay then! We need to get going.”

“Right,” you replied, grabbing your bag and dragging Niamh by her arm out of the hotel room, with Jessie following behind you, giggling at your antics.

The three of you reached the coach, where an irritated Emma Hayes was waiting. “What were you two doing!? You know what, who cares, just get in!” she said, dragging you and Niamh inside while Jessie followed closely behind.

“Y/N!” Magda called, waving you over. “You're sitting with me, come.” She patted the seat next to her. You parted ways with Jessie and Niamh and made your way to Magda.

“I’m surprised you’re not sitting with Pernille,” you said.

“Choose her over you? Never. So, how’s the love life going?”

You sighed rather dramatically. “It's non-existent.”

Magda raised an eyebrow. “So we’re pretending your massive crush on Jessie doesn’t exist?”

You instantly turned red and glanced at Jessie, who was fast asleep, cuddled into her neck pillow. You turned back to Magda, scolding her. “What if she hears?!”

“She’s the deepest sleeper in the world! I honestly don’t know how she fell asleep so fast. The chances of her hearing that are smaller than your chances of actually telling her you have a crush on her.”

Just then, you heard two gasps from behind your seat. Millie and Sam butted their heads in between yours and Magda’s. “Are we finally addressing Y/N’s huge crush on baby Canada?”

“Shhhh! What if she hears?” you hissed.

“As if she's going to hear; she sleeps like a bear during hibernation.”

“How do you know what hibernation means?”

“I just do! Now stop changing the subject!”

You sighed. “This conversation isn’t worth continuing.” You rolled your eyes and leaned further into your seat.

“Please, for the love of God, just let me sleep! I get enough of this from Niamh, and now you three?”

Niamh turned to look at you all. “Hey! I heard my name! What are you four planning?”

You groaned. “Nothing, Niamh! Now go back to fantasizing about your body pillow.”

Niamh looked stunned, and the whole coach erupted in giggles. “Y/N’s lying! I don’t have a body pillow!” she announced dramatically.

“Sure you don’t!” Sam said sarcastically.

After some teasing, everyone finally calmed down, and you were able to relax. You turned to Jessie, taking in her features: the freckles sprinkled across her beautiful face, the way she let out soft snores as she slept, and even the tiny drool on her pillow. She looked so peaceful.

Your trance was broken by Magda's voice: “You’re staring, creep.”

“I’m not staring! I’m just appreciating beauty.”

“Mhmm, sureee.”

“Just leave me alone; I'm going to sleep.”

Sam chimed in again. “Mhmm, so you can dream about your girlfriend.”

“Ooh la la,” Millie added.

You sighed, slowly succumbing to sleep.

“Y/n? Y/n, wake up!” someone said, shaking your shoulder. You groaned and leaned further into your chair.

“Just let me sleep, please.” You heard footsteps approaching and someone say, “Here, this will work.” Giggles followed, but you didn’t bother to open your eyes; you simply kept them closed.

Out of nowhere, you felt cold water hit your face, and you jolted upright. As you opened your eyes, you saw the culprit

“Niamh! You bastard!”

She started giggling. “You weren’t waking up! It was either that or a slap to the face.”

“I’d rather have a slap to the face because you’re weak.”

Niamh gasped. “I am not weak!”

From behind Niamh, you saw an angry Emma Hayes approaching. “Ladies! What are you doing? We have a game to play in a few hours, and one of you is soaking wet while the other is yelling that she’s not weak! And then there’s Jessie…” Jessie offered an awkward smile.

After some arguing and Emma dragging Niamh and I out of the coach, with Jessie following closely behind, we finally made it inside the stadium.

“So where are we going?” you asked, turning to Niamh.

“Jessie, where are we going?” Niamh echoed, looking at her.

“Do you two ever listen?” Sam chimed in from behind us. “I truly don't know what you expect from dumb and dumber,” she said, draping her arms over Niamh's and your shoulders.

Jessie groaned. “As if you can talk.”

“Blah, blah, blah. Anyway, Jessie, do you know where we’re going? I was doing media with Emma, and I got lost,” Jessie let out a breath. “Children surround me.”

Sam gasped. “I’m actually older than you, so that makes you the child. These two, though…” She messed up Niamh’s and I's hair. “They are children!”

Just then, my phone buzzed in my pocket. “Sam, shut up; someone’s calling me.” I pulled my phone out and saw it was Magda calling. I answered and put her on speaker.

“Hey Magdaaa! My favorite teammate!”

“I thought I was your favorite teammate?” Jessie mumbled.

“Where are you three? And have you seen Sam?”

“Hi, Magda,” Sam said. “You four are in so much trouble!”

“Sam made us get lost!” Niamh quickly protested.

“Whoa, okay, so blame it on me? You guys were lost before I even showed up!”

“Just shut up and get here!”

“And where exactly would ‘here’ be?” I asked.

“The changing room!” Magda yelled before ending the call.

“Anyone know where the changing room is?” you said.

“Oh my God, just follow me and don’t get lost,” Jessie said as she led you, Sam, and Niamh to the changing room.

We entered to find an angry Magda, Millie barely containing her laughter, and Zecira filming us.

“Vi har ett spel att spela om mindre än en timme och vad gör ni tre? gå vilse! Dumma, dummaste och dummaste!” She pointed at me, Niamh, and Sam. "Jessie you did nothing, but these three are terrible"

We have a game to play in less than an hour and what are you three doing? getting lost! Dumb, Dumber and Dumbest!

Zecira collapsed on the floor, laughing uncontrollably. Sam leaned over and whispered, “Yo, what the heck did she just say?” I shrugged.

Pernille stepped in from behind Magda, pulling her back from us while giggling. “Min elskede, they can't understand you.”

Magda looked like a ticking time bomb. “Just go get dressed!” she snapped, pointing to our cubbies.

The four of us headed to our cubbies to change. As we got ready, Magda came up from behind Sam and lightly slapped her on the back of the neck. “Stop getting the children lost!”

Sam looked offended. “Firstly, ow! Secondly, they were lost when I found them!”

We changed into our training kits and made our way to the pitch for warm-ups. We were paired up, and I got Jessie as my partner. I draped my arm over her shoulders. “Why hello there, pretty lady.” Jessie turned red, though it was probably just the cold. “Hello, Y/n.”

We found a free space on the pitch. “Are you ready to dominate warm-ups?” I asked.

“Obviously,” Jessie replied.

“High five!” I said, putting my hand up.

“Seriously?” she responded.

“Yes, seriously.”

“Are you going to trick me?” Jessie asked skeptically.

I gasped, “Never!” She gave me a high five.

“See? I told you I wasn't gonna trick you.”

“Surprisingly. Time to warm up before you get in trouble with Magda again.” We faced each other, using one another for stability, like that TikTok of McFoord training together.

“So, how’s the love life going?” Jessie asked.

I let out a breath. “The love life is non-existent,” I replied, switching legs.

“What about Real Madrid's goalkeeper, Misa? I saw you two talking after the game last week,” she questioned.

“Ooo, getting jealous are we?” I teased.

She lightly punched my shoulder. “Ow!” I yelped.

“That wasn't even hard! And I was just asking a question.”

“Nothing is going on between me and Misa. We’ve been friends ever since Alexia introduced us before the World Cup final. Why do you ask?”

“No reason,” she replied.

“Mhmmm, sure,” I said sarcastically.

“What do you mean ‘Mhmmm sure’? And why did you say it like that?” she asked.

“No reason,” I shot back with a grin.

#jessie fleming x reader #jessie fleming #woso x reader #jflem #canwnt #woso #portland thorns

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anapotatowriter · 2 years ago

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You belong with me

Five Hargreeves x reader

A/N: I was listening to “You belong with me” by Taylor Swift in the bus, and the idea for this story just kinda struck me. It ain’t amazing, but it’s what I whipped up in like, 2 hours?

Summary: Y/N loves Five. Five loves Dolores. Dolores loves herself. :)

Contains: Swearing, some spoilers for books, AU where everyone’s a normal teenager.

ALSO, NO SPOILERS FOR SEASON 3 (Though seriously, if you haven’t watched season 3 yet, what are you doing here?)

Requested: Hell nah

“Come on Delores, meet me halfway here!” yelled my neighbor into his phone, loud enough for me to hear in my room on the other side of the street. “It was just a joke!” I heard him defend, the wide-open windows allowing me to hear his side of the conversation. I sighed at his upset expression before turning back to my homework, the blaring questions on chemistry burning my eye sockets. I pinched the bridge of my nose between my fingers, exhausted by the school week already. It was only Tuesday! The cool autumn air carried Five’s voice through my own window, the chill leaving goosebumps in their wake. I looked back up from my homework to see him listening to Dolores intently, his eyebrows creased in exhaustion. I stared at him longingly, the stress making my own heart sink. Of course, everyone knew who Delores was. She was basically the queen of our school, the whole short skirts, high heels, and cheerleader persona. Five was more surprised that everyone else at school when Dolores asked him, the broody nerd, out for coffee. I remembered that first sting in my heart like it was yesterday.

“Come one Y/N, we have to study!” exclaimed Five, pouring over a math textbook as thick as his face. “I want a nap!” I snapped back, slamming my fist against the table. “Shhhh!” I heard the librarian whisper yell for the fifth time, making me roll my eyes. “If I work for 30 minutes, you let me take a nap. Deal?” I asked the boy. “Deal,” he nodded, before beginning to explain fractals and Newton’s theory to me again from the top as I pretended to listen to his rant. That’s when a distinct sound of stilettos colliding with wooden flooring echoed through the rather large library. “You’re… Five, aren’t you?” an airy voice echoed from behind me, making Five look up from his book and my turn around. There she stood in all her glory, short brown hair framing her sharp jawline and nose, pink clips holding her bangs in place. “I am… why do you ask?” asked Five, trying to appear unaffected, though his confusion was revealed through his indifferent mask. “Just thought… maybe we could go get coffee sometime? I’ve always wanted to try a nerdy boy,” she giggled, twirling a pink string between her fingers. “Uh… yeah, uh, sure! 7 p.m. tonight?” stammered Five, making Dolores giggle and nod before walking away, hips swaying. “... am I dreaming? Or was that my crush just asking me out?” asked Five in a daze as soon as she was out of earshot. I felt a pang in my heart, watching the boy I loved get asked out by another girl. “Sure was,” I muttered under my breath before picking my bag up and getting up to leave. Five didn’t stop me, too involved in his daydream to notice me leave. I left hurriedly, chest aching as my heart sank.

“Y/N?” I heard a voice ask, making me look up from a copy of Wonder that I had probably borrowed from a friend and forgotten to return. “Oh Five. Hey,” I said awkwardly, regretting my choice of clothes, mostly made up of neutral colors. “Hey, isn’t that my book?” he asked. I looked down at the book to turn to the first page where his name was written in black ink. “Oh, yeah. Do you want it back?” I offered, holding the book out to him in a limp grip. “No, it’s fine. I’ve read the book enough times anyway. What do you think of it?” he asked, sitting down next to me on one of the park benches. “Honestly, Miranda is my favorite character. She always feels like a fish out of water, even though Via and August love her so much. She wants that life for herself, not realizing her own worth. It gives me hope that one day I’ll also get to realize the good in me,” I stated, caressing the book while avoiding eye contact with Five. “I think I like Via the most. She seems perfect, with an amazing boyfriend and family, but she has so much missed in her life because of her best friend,” replied Five, looking up at me through his eyelashes, green eyes twinkling with mirth. “Uh huh… does this best friend happen to be the most brilliant person ever?” I replied mockingly, posing outrageously before bursting into laughter, Five quickly joining in the chorus of chuckles. A strand of hair fell onto my face, which Five quickly pushed behind my ear, the light brush of his fingers against my skin making my heart speed up. He relaxed, slouching slightly against the bench while animatedly talking about his science project. “Why doesn’t he see that it’s so easy with me,” I thought to myself as he smiled at me, answering the question I asked about his project.

“Oh, Five! Why are you hanging out with this… loser? Don’t keep me waiting,” I sugary sweet voice called, a car revving to a stop in front of the park bench, making me cringe “Coming love,” replied Five, his face falling. “Five, are you sure you’re fine?” I asked, grasping hold of his hand as he moved toward the highlighter pink car. “I’m fine,” he muttered, trying to convince me with a half-hearted grin. “I know you better than that, Five. What are you even doing with a girl like that?” I asked, making him shake his head and walk away, climbing into the pink car. His dark hair and jeans collided with the princessy attitude of the car. He seemed out of place as the car drove away, and a last glance was thrown my way. I sighed, standing up and abandoning the park bench, the book lying alone on the bench.

I heard a knock on my bedroom window, startling me awake off the bed. I glanced at the clock next to my bed from my position on the ground to read 01:28. Who was knocking at my window at this hour? I swished the curtains of my window open to see Five standing on the ground, his face a few inches below the ledge. “Five? Come on up,” I stated, making the boy clamber onto the ledge into my room, immediately beginning to face the length of my carpeted floors. “Five? What’s wrong?” I asked as I sat on the bed, making him turn towards me, a glossy look in his eyes that only meant one thing.

“Oh no! Sweetheart, what happened?” I asked, making him sit next to me and pull me into a desperate hug. He rested his head on my shoulder, the material of my shirt quickly soaking from the salty tears. “What is it darling?” I asked softly, moving him so he could lay down, his head placed in my lap. “It was a fucking joke. A bet,” he said through sniffles, immediately making my back stiffen. “Do you want me to beat her up? I’m sure one good punch would get rid of all that plastic surgery she’s gone through,” I said seriously, hoping to make the boy smile. The boy chuckled through tears, making me smile as I carded my fingers through his hair, his eyes slowly relaxing. “If you hear a voice, in the middle of the night, saying it’ll be alright, it will be me,” I hummed, making the boy nuzzle his face into my thigh. I continued singing the song, one of Five’s childhood favorites, filled with memories of sugary ice lollies, buttery popcorn, grazed knees, and fireflies. Soon, quiet snores filled the room, just as the song came to a close. I placed a gentle kiss on the boy’s forehead before switching off the lights, shrouding the room ins darkness. I eased myself away from Five, picking up my pillows and moving them to the ground, leaving Five to rest on the bed.

“Y/N, wait up!” I heard a voice yell, making me pause in my tracks to wait for Five to catch up. He joined me and I started ranting about my math professor, who insisted that he would not share any of the presentations he showed in class. “I mean, what’s his problem if we have an additional source? I need everything I can get to prepare for exams!” I complained, the boy nodding along to my complaining. The bell rang, symbolling the end of the school day. “Hey Five,” cut a shrill voice, immediately stopping both of us in our tracks. Dolores stalked towards us, her heels making a thudding sound against the linoleum floors. “I wanted to talk to you… privately?” she sneered in my direction before looking at Five sweetly. “Five, don’t do it,” I disagreed vehemently, pulling at the end of his sleeves to walk away from Dolores. “Go on ahead, Y/N. I’ll see you,” stated Five, gently unclasping my fingers from his shirt before walking away with Dolores. “AGH,” I yelled, kicking one of the lockers beside me, the empty corridor echoing my yell. I walked out of the building angrily, my heart clenched and my shoulders tensed. I slammed my bag into the wall as soon as I walked into my room. Pressing my face into the pillow as angry tears pricked my eyes. “AGHHHHH,” I yelled into the pillow, my voice muffled by the layers of cloth and stuffing. “Y/N?” A voice questioned some 15 minutes later, making me look up at my room’s door to see Five standing there, a concerned expression on his face. “Are you o-” he started to ask before I interrupted him. “No. Five Hargreeves, you will now listen to me. DO NOT go back to Dolores, of all people! I know she’s pretty, smart, and has the perfect looks and the perfect grades, but can’t you see what she is doing to you? Oh, I remember you, driving to my house in the middle of the night, I’m the one who makes you laugh when you know you’re about to cry! I know your favorite songs and you tell me about your dreams… I know where you belong, I know it’s with me!” I said without a pause, before stopping to see Five frozen in place, his lips slightly parted in shock. I breathed deeply before taking a hold of Five’s hands. “Can't you see that I’m the one who understands you? I’ve been here all along, so why can’t you see? That you belong with me?” I stopped myself from saying anything more, biting my lip and waiting expectantly for his response, grasping his hands tightly. “I went to tell Dolores that I don’t love her. That there’s someone else I know, who’s been here my whole life, and who I hope will be there the rest of my life,” said Five, gazing softly into my eyes, his pupils dilated to reveal just a thin sliver of forest green. “It’s you. Y/N, it’s always been you,” proclaimed Five, leaning forward just the tiniest bit. His lips pressed to my forehead, sealing his words into reality.

#Five x reader #Five hargreeves x reader #tua x reader #dolores x reader #AU #Tua

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teecupangel · 1 year ago

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AU where (I've never played Valhalla, bear with me) Aletheia had been lying out her ass about the whole "heir of memories must save the world from the- *spins wheel* ...magnetic field" and the whole thing was a ruse to deliver the staff (and thus, Aletheia) to someone more susceptible to Isu brain manipulation who would do as told and die to revive Basim

Imagine Layla and Desmond in the Grey finding this out and losing their shit, then starting a revenge plot through time to kick Aletheia's ass and free Kassandra (Layla), seduce save some of their ancestors/fellow Assassins along the way (Desmond), and try to keep these two near gods from destroying reality (Clay, whose brain is still a bit fried and doesn't know how he's here but he knows these two idiots are somehow his problem)

It would be fun if it was Clay who told them about Aletheia’s true nature. Hell, if you want to fully kick Aletheia to the villain category, maybe the whole ‘Yggdrassil problem becoming the next catastrophe’ had been her doing in some way, to force Layla to give up her life and Desmond, as the Reader, didn’t see it in the Calculations because he was, after all, not exactly Desmond Miles anymore. To be more accurate, he wasn’t entirely human anymore so he had ignored the ‘emotional element’ of the Calculations.

Clay could have woken up because he felt Layla and she was an anomaly in the sense that she wasn’t meant to die and become part of the Gray in the first place.

It would be Clay and Layla who makes the plan to screw up the timelines to kick Aletheia’s ass and set up the Grand Temple to automatically turn on without the need of anyone operating it on December 21, 2012.

The Reader says that the possibility of success is too low to even try and Layla suggests they find a way for the Reader to regain his humanity and be Desmond Miles once more.

Clay’s grin is full of mischief as he goes “Oh, I have an idea how we can get this idiot back to his old self.”

Cue in Layla and Clay’s “Let’s Fuck Up The Timeline To Save The World!” plan begins.

Layla insists that the best way to fuck up Aletheia’s plans is to destroy the damn polestick (“Isn’t it a-” “Shhhh, we’re calling it a polestick now.” “Yeah, okay.”) before it could get in the hands of Kassandra.

Clay suggests they just punch an old man and take the polestick. Layla is a bit hesitant about that since there was this whole thing about Pythagoras and Kassandra getting into some kind of resolution before he gives the polestick to Kassandra and Kassandra deserves that.

Clay then suggests they hijack the Atlantis memory thing that Kassandra goes thru and take the polestick from Kassandra. Layla says no to that one too since Kassandra would kick their asses.

Clay snorts and points at the Reader with his thumb as he says, “Not this guy.”

“There is a-”

“Fuck the probabilities. We’ll tag team her while Layla runs away with the polestick, okay? All we have to do is keep her busy until the polestick is destroyed.”

“Can you two even handle Kassandra?”

“I’ll have you know we are certified Bleeding Effect graduates… in the sense that the Bleeding Effect has effectively fucked us over.” (sees Layla’s expression) “Which just means Kassandra would have two Ezio Auditores to deal with. It’ll be fun.”

Cue the trio trying to get Kassandra to lower her guard enough for Layla to take the polestick by pretending to be citizens of Elysium.

Their chance finally comes when…

It became clear Kassandra was flirting with Layla.

“I think you should sleep with her for the betterment of mankind.”

“What.”

“Please, you’ll like it. We’ll steal the polestick while she’s busy with you.”

“Oh my god. What are you talking about? I am not having sex with Kassandra!”

“You want to though. This would be the two birds one stone kind of deal.”

“Clay, shut up.”

“Hey, Reader, what’s the success possibility of us getting the polestick if Layla has sex wth Kassandra?”

“Eighty-nine percent.”

“See? That’s the highest success rate we’ve ever got! You gotta take one for the team, Layla.”

“Oh my god.”

Of course, Layla does agree because, let’s face it, she wanted to get some with Kassandra anyway. Then Aletheia starts screaming bloody murder and Kassandra realized something is up.

Cue a chase scene where Clay and the Reader are both running for their lives while Kassandra runs after them and Layla runs after Kassandra.

Some clothes might be missing during the chase.

This is when Clay gets a bright wonderful idea to start Phase 2 of the plan and opens a new portal for another time period.

Kassandra enters the portal as well.

And Layla has no idea where they were. Considering the building architecture she just saw, she was betting somewhere where there were a lot of Muslims?

Oh, god…

They were being chased by knights with-

Oh shit.

They were knights!

She barely heard Clay say, “Your turn, Reader!”

And Clay gives the polestick to the Reader before bodyslamming him straight to a trio of monk-

No.

Assassins.

Oh shit.

Layla remembered those robes.

They were the Assassin robes worn by the Levantine Brotherhood.

The Reader falls on top of one of the Assassins and Clay hides behind the other two as he points at Kassandra, “Brothers! That woman is trying to get an artifact that the Brotherhood has been protecting!”

Oh god.

Oh my god.

Clay was insane.

The knights have also caught up to them.

And they were now surrounded and…

Wait.

Layla focused his attention to the Reader and the Assassin he had toppled and they were still in the ground, staring at each other.

What.

The.

Fuck.

Unorganized Notes:

Clay specifically opened a portal that brought them to Jerusalem just before Altaïr, Malik and Kadar infiltrated Solomon’s Temple.

Clay’s mighty plan to bring Desmond back can be summarized as “get the Reader to remember how much Desmond Miles loved his ancestors……… and maybe get him laid… that might help… we’ll play it by ear.”

Altaïr would be adamant that it wasn’t love at first sight but there was… this strange connection that he couldn’t shook off the moment their eyes met.

The Reader will admit that he did feel something… ‘foreign’ when he saw Altaïr and he agrees that Clay might be on the right track.

Layla is just confused because Clay’s usual plan seems to be to get her and the Reader laid.

Clay doesn’t deny it.

Kassandra becomes a reluctant ally of theirs because she is stranded in this timeline while they charge up their ‘portal juice’. Layla was sure that portal juice was not an actual thing.

The way their time hopping mechanics work is that they need a POE to charge it up and it will completely drain the POE afterwards. For their first portal jump, it was a freebie because they were in the Gray and it had the same ‘power source’ the POEs have. Clay even explains that the Gray is where the main power source of the POEs come from and the Isus just found a way to harness and store it in the POEs.

So they need a new POE to use to get Kassandra back to her time. Layla suggests they use the Apple in Jerusalem but the Reader goes “No.”. This is the first time the Reader had been adamant in his opinion about how the Apple belongs to Altaïr and no one else. Layla stares at Clay with an expression of “holy shit, Clay may be up to something with this whole getting someone to fuck the Reader to bring back Desmond Miles” and Clay just grins at her as if to say “I’m a genius right?”. It should be noted that, at this point, the Reader have not yet been fucked… yet.

That is how far I got because, okay, so my problem is if we continue with the idea that they’re trying to save (and seduce) Desmond’s ancestors (and fellow Assassins), this will be bittersweet since it’s like Desmond would have a relationship with some of them and then break up with them given a long-distance relationship was not viable.

Of course, considering how I write Altaïr, I wouldn’t be surprised if this ends up with the trio going their merry way screwing up the timeline by timehopping and then they later find out that Altaïr had been following them, looking for Desmond, and had been getting stubborn tagalongs along the way who were also looking for Desmond because he’s always a few steps behind the trio. (In other words, Desmond’s harem has been growing and chasing after him the entire time)

This… would be the kind of idea that Clay would definitely be on board with.

Although… considering the Reader is meant to have a connection to the possibilities, this meant that he should have seen this possibility… and did nothing to stop it. Which means… he wanted Altaïr to find the others and chase after him. XD

#things get screwey once timetravel is part of the plot #and i love it for that screwiness #oh if you want layla can have her own harem too #i was thinking desmond would have an all dude harem while layla will have an all women harem #i’m not sure if we should include aya because her main deal is how independent she is #but i’m thinking kassandra and eivor should be in her harem #maybe even evie and aveline?#it would be funny if elise was part of that harem #just saying #desmond’s harem has #altaïr ezio ratonhnhaké:ton edward arno and jacob #shay is included but i think in this one it has to be assassin!shay before he defected #optional: haytham #suggested harem member: bayek (hehe)#ask and answer #no usual tags because if it isn’t clear yet #this is definitely #altdes #fic idea: assassin's creed #teecup writes/has a plot

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 1 year ago

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Art Credit: @/simibraun

Midnight Mum's

Headlights ran through the room you were sitting in. It was dark, save for the soft glow of the fire dancing around.

You stood up from the couch and peeked through the large living room window to see if it was your boyfriend getting home.

He had some friends from high school visiting and they all went out to catch up on life and all of its infinite happenings.

You could hear him laughing and talking as he built up to his goodbye.

"Yeah, yeah, my girl's prolly asleep by now. I'll hafta be quiet." Reiner said, way too loud.

His friends said something that you couldn't quite catch. But the way he responded to it, you assumed it was dirty.

You chuckled as you watched him stumble up the walkway to the door.

He bent over to ... tie his boot? No, he's picking a flower from his own garden.

"Oh my -- Reiner. You idiot." You said to yourself as you hurriedly closed the flue on the fireplace and jogged down the hall to your bedroom. You have no idea why you did this, but you wanted to pretend you were asleep when he got home.

His keys jingled in the door and then you heard it open as he kicked off his boots.

"Oh-kay, shhh, shhhh, shhhhh, Reiner. Baby is asleep. Ya gotta be qu- quiet. Ok. Where's the damn bathroom at. Why'd she move it. Pffffttt she can't move a bathroom. Duh, dipshit." He always talks to himself when he drinks. It's one of the things about him you find so sweet. Stupid, but sweet.

You hear everything. Him talking to himself. He doesn't say anything incriminating - not that you'd ever assume he would do something awful. He just talks about what he's doing. How he brushes his teeth, flosses and rinses out with the mouthwash that "burns like a bitch."

It makes your heart swell with love for him, these rare occasions he lets loose. He's usually your watchful eye. Always choosing to be the designated driver so you can embark on a little journey of self-indulgence.

You always make it up to him when you get home, though. So he never really complains.

"Shit, forgot to lay out something to sleep in. Au naturel it is, then. Hmph. Serves me right. Drunken asshole -" He chuckles softly to himself as he thinks he's sneaking quietly down the hall to get into your shared room.

When you heard him say he forgot to lay out something to change into for bed, you quickly ripped your clothes off. It wasn't anything special that you were wearing. Just an old t-shirt with some band he used to listen to on the front. Your panties weren't even that sexy. Cute, sure. But not sexy.

The door softly creaked open and you heard his breathing immediately after he stepped inside.

What you didn't expect was him standing beside the bed for a couple of minutes. You assumed he was looking at you, your bottom half covered and your top half for the taking.

His breathing changed, it quickened. It got deeper and a little faster.

Oh, how you wanted to roll over like he'd woken you. But you clung to what little resolve you had. Knowing he was just inches away from you, naked. Drunk. The thought of his fingers grazing over your skin was starting to turn you on.

"Hmm ... bed. Oh, oh god, fuck I love this bed. You did so good pickin' it out baby. S'soft. But like, firm. Firrrrrmmm and s'soffffttt. S'perfect, baby. Jus' like you. Mm-hmm. Jus' ... *yawn* ... like ... *stretch* ... you.

He rolled to his left side to throw his right arm over your exposed waist but when he did he 'accidentally' tucked it up under your breast.

You stirred a little. Rubbing your bare ass against his half-hard cock. You knew it was all for a reason. But he thought you were just being sweet, trying to cuddle up closer to him in your sleep. The way your body misses him after a long day of being apart from each other.

"Ohh ffffuhh-hoo. I'm home, baby. You snuggin' in close on purpose? Or you just wanna be closer to me? I missed you t'night. Couldn't stop thinkin' 'bout ya."

He tucked his face into the back of your neck and inhaled so deeply it made you shiver against him.

"Hey, you 'wake? Did'ja hear me? I missed ya, all night long. Wan'ned to call but my boys put a drink in my face everytime I mentioned your name. That's why m's'drunk. Heyyy, where are your clothes?"

Reiner reached down to let his hand graze your ass.

"Oh f- baby, you're ... you're not wearin' any clothes." He ran his hand across the warm skin and nudged your shoulder with his nose. Kissing in between breaths.

You rolled onto your back and put your right arm above your head, praying he wouldn't tickle you. This didn't feel like it was headed toward a tickle sort of night, though.

He accommodated your shift in position and scooted back a ways.

Laying there, just staring at you like he'd stumbled upon some beauty down at the hidden part of the beach. Lounging in the sun with no cover whatsoever.

"God, you're testin' me tonight. And I'm gonna fuckin' fail. So hard. M'gonna fail. But that's all right, 'cause t'morrow is a brand new day. I'll be better t'morrow. K? God? Thank you for this meal which m'bout to receive."

He ran his rough hands over your breasts to perk your nipples. "Oh god ... you're so fuckin' soft, baby."

You wanted to jump on him. You could feel how hard he was at this point. It was driving you crazy playing this game. And with who? Who were you playing with? Yourself? By yourself. Hoping there was still a way you could win, you moaned a little in your fake sleep state and threw your right leg over his left one.

Luckily, you often sleep tangled or splayed out on one another. So this probably seemed perfectly normal to him, how you laid just then.

"Thaaat's right, such a good girl. Even ready f'me in your sleep. Goddamn ..."

He ran his middle finger up the middle of your cunt, spreading your lips open just enough that he could dip his finger inside you.

"How - wh - you're s'wet, baby. You have some fun while I was out t'night? Or you just reactin' to me bein' this close to ya? Mmm, I wish you'd wake up."

Sucking your juices off of his finger he positioned himself right between your legs. Throwing both of your knees up over his broad shoulders, he grabbed you gently around the thighs and pulled you down a little bit.

"M'gonna have a midnight snack now, ok, baby? I need somethin' on my stomach ... other'n beer n'whiskey. You've been warned."

When Reiner said 'you've been warned', that usually meant 1 of 2 things: He was going to eat you like he'd die if he stopped or he was going to be so gentle and take his time with you so much so that you wouldn't know what the fuck to do with yourself.

You kinda hoped it was the latter. You missed him ... a lot. And you loved it when he came home to you after being apart. Whether it was for 9 hours or a week. You two always reconnected immediately.

It was one of your favorite things about being with him; how he always wanted to bridge the gap. No matter how large or small.

He started off lower than he usually does. Kissing your ankles and massaging your feet a little bit. You relaxed about the tickling. If he was going to tickle you at all, he'd have done it when you tossed your arm up and left your pit wide open. You weren't worried about your feet at all.

You did shift again, though, not much. Just opening yourself up further for him. As if subconsciously, like one of those dreams that seems too real, you made room for him between your legs.

"You're gonna wish you were 'wake for this, baby. I swear ... I'm only sorry m's'drunk. But I'll remember. Y'know what, doll, maybe I'll just set up my phone over there to record this. Jus' so I can show you later how good I made you feel in your sleep. Ahh, no. Then I'll have to move. I don't wanna move."

Reiner situated himself between your thighs, sucking and licking on both of them before he exhaled heavily on your wetter-than-it should-be-while-you're-sleeping cunt.

His breath made you moan a little. The soft heat of it all washes over your most sensitive spot. He looked up at you as his tongue met with your spread lips, licking such soft swipes on your clit.

You were almost out of your mind at this juncture. Watching him eat you out was almost spiritual. His eyes never left yours as he dragged his tongue over your pussy. It was so hard to keep quiet and not whip your eyes open to see his beautiful face stuffed in between your thighs.

He memorized the faces you made with how he moved his mouth. Reiner knew exactly what the fuck he was doing to you.

You were losing this little stupid game you were trying to play. Did he know you're awake? Is he doing this on purpose?

Words were right on the tip of your tongue while you were right on the tip of his.

How content he was, holding you open, lapping at your clit.

You were doing ok until he slid 2 of his calloused fingers into you. He prodded you with his fingers, feeling around for just ... the ... right ...

"Hmm, Rei'."

… spot.

Oopsie.

"Heyyyy baby girl. There ya are. So sweet, waking up for me. Hi." He cooed. "I didn't think you'd ever wake up. But I got'cha. I know how to get'cha up."

He pumped his fingers in and out of you slowly, watching your face. You knew he'd never let you live this down and he knew you were awake the whole time.

"You're so good, Reiner. So good. You get me every time." You giggled and reached your hand out to the back of his head to tangle your fingers in his hair, pushing his face back down to your pussy.

He moaned against you as he licked and sucked on your clit. You felt like you were getting close already, he could tell. You were breathing heavily, you had your right hand on his head and your left hand over your mouth.

"Mm-mm. No coverin' up. Lemme hear ya." Reiner took your hand and laid it on his back, he put his right hand on your lower stomach to rub your clit with his thumb while he worked his tongue in and out of your pussy.

"Ahh, god. Reiner, I'm gonna cum, please -" You couldn't hold back anymore. You just needed to feel him.

He pulled his fingers out and moved his mouth over your opening, sucking and licking and moaning like he was the one getting the orgasm of a lifetime.

He kept it up until you came all over his tongue.

"That's my girl. Cum for me, baby. I love it. I love it." He whispered softly as you rocked against his mouth.

You weren't even tired. You didn't know what time it was but you knew it was late.

Reiner crawled up to you and laid beside you.

You rolled onto your side to face him.

"Hi." You said quietly, your body still feeling the effects of him working his magic on you.

"Hi yourself." He smiled, licking his lips.

"You tired?" You asked, walking your fingers around the hair just above his pelvic bone.

"Mm-mm. Not yet." Reiner leaned in to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his lips. It drove you crazy (in the best way, of course) how much he loved to taste you. You didn’t really understand and every time you bring it up, he just shakes his head and says not to worry about it. He “fucking loves it and that’s all that matters.”

You reached down to wrap your hand around his cock, slowly stroking it. He closed his eyes and groaned in your ear.

"Fuck, baby. I want you so bad." He opened his eyes to look at you as you scooted down to lay between his legs.

You wasted no time, taking his entire length in your mouth. He bucked his hips up and let out a soft "ahhhh, fuck."

You bobbed up and down, running your tongue across the bottom of his dick. He grabbed a handful of your hair and held it back for you, so he could watch you work.

"I'm gonna cum, baby. Do you - do you wanna swallow or -"

You looked up at him and shook your head no.

"Ok. Ok." He was trying not to lose his cool. He was trying so hard.

You stroked him as you pulled your mouth off of him, licking the tip and smiling up at him.

"I want it ..." Reiner let out a long sigh as you climbed up his body and sank yourself down on top of his hard cock. "... here. Can you cum for me in here, Rei'? Please? It feels so fucking good when you cum inside of me."

You gave him your best innocent look as you began to ride him.

Reiner held onto your waist, bucking up into you and kissing your breasts as you bounced up and down on his cock.

He moaned your name as he felt himself getting closer to his peak.

"Oh, shi-. Oh baby, fuck..." he grunted and groaned as he came inside of you, filling you up and gripping your waist so tight it was like he was afraid to let you go.

"Stay with me, baby. Stay with me, right here, please." He whispered as he came down.

You laid on top of him, your head on his chest. You could feel his heart beating fast, and it made you smile.

He rubbed your back as you listened to his breathing slow down.

"I have something for you." He said softly.

"You mean more than what you just gave me?" You asked.

It was quiet for a minute.

"Mm-hm, s'over on the nightstand. I wanted it to be the first thing you saw in the morning. Well, after me, I mean." He gently guided you back down onto your spot in the bed and he climbed over your legs to reach for it.

"You didn't have to get me anything, Reiner." you said as you squeezed his ass.

"Oh, no. I know. It's really nothin'. Was just comin' home and saw it and I remembered the day we planted them in the front. I jus' wan'ned to give ya this."

He handed you a chrysanthemum and watched your face light up.

“Doesn’t smell or look as pretty as you always do, but I,” he scratched the back of his neck and looked up at you from under his brows, “well, I just wanted to give this to you.”

Your heart was exploding in your chest.

You sat up to kiss him and he wrapped his arms around you.

You felt so safe and secure in that moment. You never want your time with this man to end.

"I'm gonna put this in water and then ... Do you want to try and get some sleep?" You asked, rubbing his arm.

"Yeah, that sounds good. Thank you, baby. You're so sweet." He smiled and laid back on the bed as you walked over to the bathroom to rinse out a small vase.

You smiled to yourself as you put the single flower in the water.

You sighed happily as you stared at the flower on the nightstand and felt his grip on you tighten.

You were going to cherish that memory for the rest of your days. Together. Him and you. Just like this. Just as it should be.

#reiner braun #reiner braun smut #reiner braun x reader #reiner braun x you #reiner braun x y/n #reiner smut #reiner aot smut #reiner attack on titan #reiner attack on titan smut #reiner braun aot #aot #aot smut #attack on titan #attack on titan smut

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giggly-squiggily · 1 year ago

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Umm, who hurt you?! What was your reason for dropping that on us?! Wow now I got to go and read ChiKuni fluff

Blue Lock hurt me- they know what they did :;) KJKJERkjaerkjekjkjarkjar It was a thing building up, I swear! That last episode...

Speaking of- I DO have a cute Kunigiri headcanon I've shared with a friend before that I'm gonna share with y'all now :D Under the cut for length!

-Okay so: Birthdays. I know in the most realistic canon situation Blue Lock is most likely taking the course of a school semester at best given how quick the matches are with only like- a few days between. (Exception being conditioning periods where they train between selections I believe those take around 6-8 weeks or whatever) but like- here me out.

-Birthdays honestly freaking suck in Blue Lock. It's not so much they're forgotten but rather unless it falls around or on a major holiday, you're stuck there for it. Yes, if you have the points built up you could leave for the day, but it also heavily factors in where you live in comparison to where Blue Lock that makes you wonder if taking the day is even worth it.

-That's kinda Kunigami's problem; his birthday doesn't fall around any vacation time, and he town he lives a good half-day out from the Blue Lock facility so even if he were to use his points to go home, there wouldn't be much of a celebration let alone reunion. He decides to help spare him the heartache to just pretend it doesn't exist.

-And for the most part- it works. No one knows his birthday's coming up and that's how he wants it to be. No one but a certain redhead that is. The thing is- Kunigami made the mistake of mentioning it what feels like a lifetime ago when they all first met. It was part of the whole "Introduce yourself" game they did and that was one of the prompts. Chigiri committed it to memory just because (not because he had a major crush on the ginger before he even knew his name- nope not at all what are you talking about?)

-So the day is here and Chigiri's just: "It's Kunigami's birthday holy-" Of course he doesn't say it outloud yet; it'd ruin the surprise if Kunigami knew he knew. He waits until the Hero's out of the room and in the process of showering before calling a small meeting among Team Z about the day. It's a collective gasp of "His birthday's TODAY?" followed by "Shhhh, not so loud!"s and "What do we do?"s. Thankfully, Chigiri's already got an idea.

-Two groups are made: Team keep the hero distracted and team set up the surprise. The first half is fairly easy; Raichi when desired is rather good at keeping Kunigami busy; lots of "Bet I could beat you in his" and "Is that all your made of?"s. If he can't keep him at bay, the others will. Meanwhile, Chigiri and Isagi cash in points to go out the morning. Naturally they have to tell either Anki or Ego where they're going, but that's also part of the plan cause they need them.

-To their good fortune, Anki absolutely loves the idea Chigiri had in mind and helps them out both financially and with the super important part of their plan. She's getting it all going while Chigiri and Isagi head to the nearest convenient store, getting the last of what's needed ready.

-By the time everything is set up, Kunigami's in the shower exhausted. He worked extra hard today due to the strange competitiveness of his teammates- maybe they realized he was down and tried distracting him? He kinda shrugs it off and heads out fully dressed-

-SURPRISE! He almost has a heart attack when the team screams at him. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" The room was decorated with little party things they could find, their makeshift table a combination of convenient store goodies and hearty meals from the cafeteria. Among it all's a humble little cake with "Happy Birthday, Hero" sprawled across it (clearly in Iemon's handwriting- he's got the best in the room). A phone's playing music in the corner and everyone's got party hats because why not? He's so touched by the gesture he almost cries.

-And the party is going really well! They're all snacking and laughing, ribbing Kunigami some for not telling them, just having a great vibe all around. No one will say who's idea it was- though our Hero's got a guess.

-Then the real kicker happens. Ego's face comes up on the screen and everyone's just: "???" Until he's all: "Kunigami Rensuke, a message came for you." Before he fades out and the screen is replaced by-

-"Happy birthday Rensuke!" It's a video message from his parents! Instant tears, Kunigami's got his sweatshirt sleeve pressed against his mouth as his parents wish him a good day and remind him that they love him and miss him. They tell him how proud they are of him and what he's doing, and it's just sappy and sweet. His sisters come on next and it's even more teary when his oldest goes "Take home the gold, striker hero." And his baby sister with her little tooth gap and massive grin is waving at him with both hands going "We love you, Ren!"

-By the time the video is over the room's a mess- some more weepy than other's especially at how touched Kunigami is by it all. Isagi's joking about "It's his party, he'll cry if he wants to!" while barely fighting his own tears back and Raichi's mumbling something about onions and the room's laughing once more cause they're all just so happy for the ginger.

-It's much later in the night when Kunigami puts two and two together. He goes out to the cafeteria cause that's where he saw him go, finding the team princess filling his water bottle up and yawning sleepily after a day full of adventure. He doesn't get a chance to even greet him before Kunigami envelops him in a hug, all but lifting him off the ground. "You did all that for me."

-"It was a group effort." Chigiri says automatically, voice muffled against the warm fabric of Kunigami's sweatshirt. It's nice though, and he's suddenly hyper aware of the fact the hero smells nice and has equal parts muscle and squish along his body that feel really good to lay against and could easily pick him up and- oops he's crushing bad again.

-"I was just gonna pretend it didn't exist, my birthday." Kunigami lets him go some, eyes misty and smile so warm and kind it melt Chigiri almost immediately. "How'd you know?"

-"I guess a princess remembers his hero's special day." Chigiri just kinda shrugs but feels so stupid and cheesy with that line that he gets all embarrassed but Kunigami's living for it and hugs him again. "I know I've said this already but...happy birthday, hero."

-And Kunigami reaches out and brushes Chigiri's hair out of his face with such gentle fingers before he asks: "Thanks...hey, could I be selfish and ask for one more gift on my birthday?"

-"Sure, go for it." Chigiri doesn't know if it's midnight or not- he doesn't really care at this point.

-"Could I....could I kiss you?" He's so shy asking and Chigiri's over the moon with how bad he just wants to grab his collar and smash their faces together right now but he's gonna play it cool and make it special- fuck it.

-Some self restraint is used- Chigiri doesn't smash their faces together but he's not wasting time with slow beats either. It's like receiving a tall cold glass of water after a long hot summer day how amazing it felt to finally FINALLY kiss him. And Kunigami clearly feels the same when he's grabbing him by the waist and pulling him against him like he's the only thing keeping him leveled in a world without gravity. When they pull away, Chigiri's flushed and grinning and says against his lips "Nice enough of a gift, hero?"

-"Oh yes- can we do it again, princess?" And that's how their night goes, just two boys falling in love with each other under the cool lights of the cafeteria, water bottle forgotten and not a care in the world who walks in or is watching them in that moment.

Thanks for reading!

#blue lock #anime talks #kunigiri #kunigami rensuke #chigiri hyoma #fluff #team z #team z being the best they can be #birthdays #fluff after that painful angst sess the other night lols #I love them your honor #Kunigami deserves the world #jarkjekrjkjrakerkja #I swear the next few headcanons I write will be other fandoms lols #I'm just locked in right now to Blue Lock #cupcake-spice13 #friend :3 #Can't deny I cackled when I read your ask oakelrjaejkrjakr

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hippolotamus · 1 year ago

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OMG they're so cute!!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay, so a special response for you. I greatly appreciate you letting me borrow Cal for this (he does have the best ideas after all!) If anyone has no idea what this is in reference to, then you need to go read Spotty's fic Good Knight Sweet Prince

come trick or treat!!

“Hey, Eds, look at this.”

Buck shoves his phone at Eddie presumably to show him whatever recent meme he found interesting.

Eddie takes it from him, minutely adjusting the distance he’s holding it from his face. Only because the light is dim and not because he ‘probably needs bifocals’ thank you very much. On the screen is something called a great eared nightjar. A bird that supposedly looks like a small dragon. And it does for the most part.

“Have you shown me this before?” Buck scrunches his nose like he’s trying to work something out. And forgive Eddie, he finds it adorable as hell because, well, everything his boyfriend does is adorable as hell.

“Uh, no? Not that I remember anyway.”

“Huh.” Buck takes the phone back and chews on his bottom lip.

“They just look so… familiar. Like I’ve seen something like it before.”

He shakes his head and continues scrolling mindlessly through instagram. “Probably just a weird dream I had or something.”

A few days pass, and there’s no more talk about strange birds that look like mythical creatures. Naturally, Eddie doesn’t think about it anymore. At least not until Buck wakes up, hyperventilating in the darkness of their bedroom, desperately trying to inhale.

“Hey! Buck! Look at me!” Eddie grabs him by the shoulders, meeting his gaze so he can get Buck to follow his breaths.

Eddie tries to put up a calm front, to guide Buck through the practiced inhale and exhale they’ve both had to use more than Eddie would like to admit.

“There you are.” Eddie cradles Buck’s face in his palms, noting his breathing has become less ragged but the sparkling blue in his eyes is still dark and full of something like terror. “Shhhh. Buck, I’m here. It’s okay, baby.”

“E-Eddie. I remember. All of it.”

“Remember what, sweetheart?” Eddie asks cautiously. He honestly has no idea where this is going or what could have prompted it.

“The other day, I was showing you that nightjar-”

“The tiny dragon bird thing?”

“Yeah! Exactly. And I said it looked familiar?”

Eddie nods slowly, still not sure what to make of it.

“I was dreaming — at least I thought I was — and it all came back. Eddie, I wasn’t dreaming. They were memories. The reason it looked so familiar is because the little brownish one? It looks like Cal.”

Cal??? Who the fuck is that? Eddie racks his brain but can’t for the life of him think of anyone named Cal. Especially one that resembles a dragon.

“Cal? I’m not- I’m not quite sure I follow you, Buck.”

“Right. Because you don’t remember. Yet.” As if that should make perfect sense.

Buck’s hands are gesticulating wildly while he starts to tell Eddie about — and I know this sounds crazy, Eds but you gotta believe me — the two of them in another life. That information alone is insane enough before Buck gets going about how he was a prince and Eddie was a knight and there was a whole ass dragon named Calenth. Who could talk. At least to those who could understand.

The whole thing should be positively absurd. And it is, it definitely is. What’s even more absurd is the sudden sense of familiarity tickling at the edges of Eddie’s memory. Like there’s something he should remember but can’t.

“You don’t remember any of it?” And, christ, Buck’s voice warbles ever so slightly, breaking Eddie's heart.

It doesn’t seem fair to pretend that Eddie does recall any details, so he keeps the niggling sensation to himself.

“I’m sorry, Buck. I wish I did — if there’s really anything to remember — but I don’t.”

“If there’s really-” Buck cuts himself off and Eddie realizes his mistake. Buck thinks Eddie doesn’t believe him. “Yeah, I can see where that’s all a little out there, but-” Buck licks his lips and throws off the covers. “I, uh, I think I’m gonna go to my loft tonight.”

Fuck.

“Can’t we talk about this?” Eddie pleads as Buck gets dressed, grabs his work duffel and retreats to the front door. "It's 3 am!"

“Eds, we’re fine. Promise. I just need to sort all this out, y’know? It’s- a lot.”

“Yeah, I get it. Text me when you get there?” Because what else is he supposed to say?

“I will. Love you.” Buck leans in for a gentle kiss.

“Love you, too,” Eddie murmurs against his lips, like it isn’t killing him to watch Buck leave in the middle of the night over something Eddie can’t begin to comprehend.

Buck is thankful for having the next two days off work. It gives him time to adjust to the influx of memories that continue to flood in. Eddie arriving, Buck hating him – and then falling in love with him – Eddie leaving again, the tournaments and stolen kisses, Buck’s birthday.

How is it that he remembers but not Eddie? It’s all clear as day in his mind, like it just happened.

During their time off he still texts with Eddie, reassures him they’re okay. He even makes reservations at their favorite restaurant and arranges for Carla to watch Christopher on Tuesday night.

There’s one more thing weighing on him before their next shift. How to prove to Eddie that it’s all real. That Buck hasn’t lost his mind. He falls asleep fully dressed, with an open browser window full of endless entries on helping someone restore their memories.

Near the end of an exhausting twenty-four, Eddie can only assume Buck is trying to make him remember without actually saying that’s what he’s doing. First is the blue ribbon. Then a dragon figurine. And the knight figurine. A photoshopped picture of Eddie with a beard. All casually left in Eddie’s locker or at his seat at the table in the loft. It takes everything in him to bite his tongue and tell Buck it’s not working. And he’s just preparing himself to have that conversation when Buck catches him by the gym.

“Here!” Buck smiles, bright and bubbly while he hands a plastic play sword to Eddie.

Eddie takes it, letting out a weary, exasperated sigh. “Buck.”

“I know, I know. Just- try? Please?”

How is Eddie supposed to refuse? And that’s how, in the place where they had their first ever blow up, they end up surrounded by Hen, Chim, Bobby and few others from A shift while they have a sparring session. With toy weapons.

Despite how ridiculous the whole thing is, Eddie can’t help but notice how right the sword feels in his hand. The more they swing at each other, the moves becoming more intricate, it’s as if his body leads him in a dance of thrusting and parrying and dodging. He gets lost in the motion and swears he can smell dirt and grass. That he can feel the sun beating overhead, beads of sweat trailing down the back of his neck, even though it’s well past sunset.

Finally he sees it. A weakness in Buck’s stance. He doesn’t know how he knows that, but he does. Eddie lunges forward, causing Buck to overcompensate and fall to the mats where Eddie instinctively aims his sword at Buck’s throat.

Buck simply grins up at him, not seeming to care that he lost.

“You remembered.”

#come trick or treat!!#👻 🎃 🕷️#hippo gets mail #spotty mail #spotsandsocks #buddie drabble #reincarnation fic #why not????#hippo writes

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selinascatnip · 2 years ago

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Mask 🎭 for dickkory

Mask - Trying to be quiet.

For Anon

“Shhhh,” she made just after pulling his hair to give her room to keep devouring his neck, a move, that she knew damn well, always elicited at least a gasp from him.

“Baby... Kor, Jesus,” you’d think that suddenly not being able to speak coherently would help to keep them hidden, but Dick couldn’t just shut up. Not with his back pressed against the shelves of his old workplace supplies cupboard – where he went back only for an investigation – not but with her there, not with her mouth on his throat, one of her demanding hands in his hair, the other holding his thigh in position while she rode it, her hot weeping cunt making a mess against the fabric of his pants while her knee rubbed against his bulge drove by the movement she was making trying to seek her own release.

Using him like a toy.

That thought shot another flaming arrow of arousal directly to his cock, and Dick moaned.

Her mouth covered his, and ever though her smile was initially hard to notice through his fog of desire, it was impossible to miss it when she had to break the kiss to giggle against his chest.

“You know I love how vocal you are, but we are trying to not get caught here, Grayson.”

“Are we?” he asked, his mocking tone being betrayed by his panting and heaving. Dick pulled her chin up with one hand, and pushed her curls back with the other, she was still riding his thigh, just very slowly, her knee barely scraping his cock, how selfish.

She let go of his hair, sliding her hand to his face, her thumb making circles on his cheek and going further down to part his lips. He sucked her finger and the victory on her eyes dwindled, as her own mouth fell open, smile turning into a clear expression of bliss.

“Supposed to,” she rasped.

“Hmm,” he made slowly grabbing her hips, he guided a few of her thrusts before stopping her, “you shouldn’t come then?”

“Dick-”

It was his time to laugh at the desperate look she gave him, green eyes so shiny he could see them even in that dark cupboard.

“Why did you come here, Kory?” he said against her ear while he pushed her gently but firmly away.

“I didn’t- Dick, please-”

He wanted to bite those pouty lips of hers until they had his name imprinted in every single like on them. Dick unbuttoned his trousers and batted her hands away when she tried to help, and then he reached for her again, pushing her dress up to her waist and hoisting her up, Kory’s knees digging on his hips, shins crossings against his butt.

She tried to the reach for his erection, to guide him home and be over with both of their agonies, but Dick grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head, the tip of this cock rubbing against the soaked barrier of her panties.

“No, explain yourself first.”

She sighed.

“I didn’t want you to be here all alone.”

He knew what she meant, he didn’t exactly have the best of memories of his time in the Detroit Police Department, it had been another place he had gone to while trying to run from himself. And his love for the woman, currently presenting as mess of arousal, in his arms somehow doubled even though it was already too great to measure.

“What?” he teased her, trying to distract himself from the feelings that would turn that fun encounter into something overemotional, they would have time for that later. “Afraid I’ll rekindle some old office romance?”

She snorted.

“As any woman here wouldn’t know you’re taken just by the well fucked vibe you give now.”

He rolled his eyes, and pushed forward, finally letting her hands fall free – which considering how far stronger she was than him, was always only a pretend bondage between them – and sliding his hand between them. His idea was to just pull the lacy material aside, but he ended pulling too hard and sapping it.

“Another one, Dick?” She asked, annoyed.

“Please, you buy them extra flimsy because you like when I ruin them,” the last half of his phrase extra raspy because he said as he entered her.

It never got old, how tight, wet and delicious she was. He didn’t deny her teasing because it was true. There was no way he didn’t walk around with some sort of invisible stamp on his forehead saying loud and clear how ruined he was for anyone but the woman that had chosen him, anyone that wasn’t Kory.

Much later, when he went back to his cubicle, trying to hide the large wet Koriand’r pussy shaped wet spot on his trousers' leg with a manila folder, he tried to do what he went there to do: work.

“Did you hear some weird sound coming from the supplies closet?” Asked Lorna, an ancient secretary that wore huge glasses as soon and Dick sat down on his uncomfortable chair.

He used all his years of training to keep his face straight even though he doubted that woman could see anything.

“I think a racoon went through the vents and is nesting in there,” he answered and pulled his phone as it buzzed.

Kory 💕:

Going to the mall buy some new underwear with your credit card, want something?

You:

Buy a pair of flavoured ones

Kory 💕:

🙄

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It’s amazing how I can’t keep in theme lmao.

put a ship and one of the prompts in the list in my ask box to get a Smuffy treat

#dickkory #dick grayson #starfire #kory anders #tv: titans #dcu titans #titans #my fic #ask box meme #smuffy

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lcs-library · 2 years ago

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A Tiny Love(Sakuya x Reader)

Notes/Tags: Sakuya x reader, except mc only shows up a little bit at the end so I guess it’s technically Sakuya-centric but shhhh, canon compliant, Happy Valentine’s!!!, child oc(?)(idk I just slapped her together so 😗), takes place during act 3 but has no major spoilers

Summary: “Sakuya-sensei, will you marry me?” “Pardon?” A strange request from one of the young girls at the daycare Sakuya worked at sent his entire day haywire. Happy Valentine’s Day!! Have a Sakuya<3

“Sakuya-sensei, will you marry me?”

“Pardon?”

A strange request from one of the young girls at the daycare Sakuya worked at sent his entire day haywire.

It wasn’t uncommon for the kids to play house with him(even if they called him a ham), nor was it strange for them to play wedding with their toys, but for them to ask a teacher? That was new.

Luckily, he knew just how to respond.

“That’s really sweet of you, Ena-chan, but I’m already someone else’s boyfriend!” He replied sweetly, kneeling down to the young girl’s height.

“You won’t?” She looks like she’s about to cry.“But I worked so hard on the wedding! And I love you!”

“Oh, um…”

In that moment, Sakuya had no idea what to do, but having a crying child on his hands wouldn’t be the most fun to deal with.

“How about we have a pretend wedding? I’ll be your husband for that if you want!” He exclaims with a smile.

“Really?” Her face immediately lights up.

“Mhm.”

“Yay!” She cheers, turning back to her group of friends, “Sakuya-sensei said he’d marry me!”

The girls squeal with delight as Ena takes Sakuya’s hand.

“Come on, I gotta show you the wedding spot!”

She’s smiling so bright, clearly super excited about this, while Sakuya can only let out a nervous giggle.

What have I gotten myself into…

She takes him out to the yard, showing off an array of paper chains and glitter, with the small play house serving as an altar, a group of girls surrounding it.

“You gotta go up to the marrying spot, okay?!” She squeals, running to one of the back corners of the fence.

He complies, making his way up to the “altar”, trying his best to stay composed.

At that moment, around a million thoughts and questions swarm his mind, but are interrupted by one of the girls skipping up the the crowd, sprinkling grass in her wake.

A moment later, Ena walks down the aisle, carrying an array of questionable plants from around the space, loudly singing her take on a wedding march. She held her head high, her steps stiff and practiced, as if she were waiting her whole life for this moment and didn’t spring it on everyone half and hour ago.

And, looking at her, Sakuya can’t help but feel an odd sense of pride.

That one day, this will be real for her, with someone she loves, and he would have touched her life permanently at that point. Ah, the wonders of childcare.

“Sakuya-sensei! You gotta kiss me now!”

“Eh?!”

No, it wasn’t a surprise to him that she didn’t know how weddings worked and thought of them as a fancy way to get a kiss, but the fact that she was insistent on getting one was freaking him out.

“Um, h-how about a hug instead?”

“It’s not the same!” She whines.

“But it’s a way to show our love, isn’t it?”

Please tell me I’ll get to live today…

“Hmm…alright!”

Thank God, Sakuya thinks to himself as he breathes a sigh of relief.

And so the two embrace, and they all lived happily ever after.

Until a few hours later.

“Ah, Ena-chan, your mom’s here to pick you up!” Sakuya calls back into the noisy room, welcoming one of the parents in.

Just then, all hell broke loose.

Ena rushed over, clinging to Sakuya’s leg, almost in tears.

“I don’t wanna go! Sakuya-sensei married me, and I’m living with him!” She wailed, gripping tightly to his apron.

“Hey, Sakuya, is your shift over yet?” You asked, opening the door to the daycare.

You couldn’t have picked a worse time.

Sakuya’s eyes widened, a “help me” sort of expression on his face.

“What happened here?”

“Um-“

“I’m not going! Sakuya-sensei married me and we’re gonna be together forever and ever!”

You firmly decided that you didn’t even want to know what happened, but tried to come up with a solution.

“Really?” You asked, frowning.

“I was looking forward to seeing him today!”

“Too bad! He’s mine!”

Woah, a feral one.

Thankfully, Sakuya saw what you were doing and tapped in.

“Ena-chan, didn’t we learn that sometimes we have to share our things? Maybe you should share me with my friend here.” He gently suggested.

There was a moment of internal struggle in her eyes, but with enough pleading gestures from the two of you, she gave in.

“Fine! But you’re still mine!”

“Thank you, Ena-chan.”

“Thanks!”

She let out a small “hmph” as she took her mother’s hand, yet took the time to wave “bye-bye” to Sakuya.

Once the two left, you just had to ask.

“What was that all about?”

“Well,” he replied, taking off his apron and hanging it up, “she tried to marry me, so I suggested we have a pretend marriage to prevent this from happening. I guess she doesn’t know enough at this age, and it’s all real to her.” He finishes with a giggle.

You let out a mock gasp.

“You cheated on me?! Sakuya, I thought you were a good, honest man!” You complain, lightly smacking him on the shoulder.

“Hey, I didn’t want a crying kid on my hands, okay?” He defends, taking your hand in his as you exit the daycare.

The cold winter air greets the two of you, harshly nipping at your skin.

Thank God Sakuya is pretty much a natural heater, you decide, practically draping yourself on top of him, nearly toppling him over.

“Oh! I almost forgot!” He exclaims.

He plants a kiss on your cheek.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

#cue Azami crying in the corner #should I have saved this until June? maybe #do I like it better as a Valentine’s fic? yes<3 #also yes the title is the same title as Tsuzuru’s initial R backstage I’m very lazy✨#a3!#fanfiction #a3! x reader #a3! act! addict! actors!#act! addict! actors!#a3 game #sakuya sakuma #sakuya sakuma x reader #happy valentine's day #my fics

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lightvixxen · 2 years ago

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Everyone! Shut up! I had an idea!!

So, eventually Mistress and pet break up (no they did not it’s just pretend, it’s ok, shhhh) and some time later, pet meets older! Eddie.

He recognizes her immediately from all the porn Chrissy made of them. Eddie has been in love with her for ages, wishing to get a sexy, kinky, obedient pet like her

As they’re dating he actually really likes her as a person and likes her for real, so in his mind that justifies him using the same training and triggers he learned from watching her to get her to fall for him too!

(Pet has no idea he was their #1 subscriber or that he knew of her before)

FBDJJSSJSNSBSN YES YES YES YES YES!! He just can’t help but train you to be a perfect pet for him :((( letting you get off with slightly brattier behavior…he likes a challenge. Being a little more lenient. He lets you pick out your own clothes and your sooo confused!!! You can’t make decisions on your own from years of Chrissy’s training :(

#eddie munson x reader #mistress!cunningham x pet!reader #eddie munson x pet!reader #master!eddie munson x pet!reader

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fangirlstorycreator · 2 years ago

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Terry KK3 X Reader

Context: You, Terry and your little girl go for a walk in the local national park, and she spots something....

Your daughter had asked you and Terry to take her to the national park for a walk around. It was a large area with it's own little forest, a pond with ducks, hundreds of kinds of flowers and plants, and woodland animals all over the place. It was a beautiful sunny day, there was a cool gentle breeze and the air was filled with the smell of wild flowers and cut grass. You all drove there and parked in their car park, and your daughter was so exited. Terry had been busy lately and hadn't been able to spend time with you or your daughter for a while, and he was just as exited to be out hear as she was. "Wow daddy! This place is so pretty!" "It certainly is princess, hey look, there is the pond! I'll race you!"

And that was it, they were off. Running and laughing as they both headed to the large pond. You just happily walked behind watching them have fun together. Terry was pretending to run fast, but secretly he was letting our daughter win their little race. By the time you had walked up to them, they were sat by the pond looking into the water. "Mummy I won! Did you see?" "Yes I did honey, poor daddy wasnt fast enough" Terry just smiles at his little girl while rufling up her hair. "Daddy! Dont mess my hair" "Sorry princess, come on let's see what else this place has" And with that you all started walking around the park, seeing all the little things it had to offer.

As you went around, you had your phone and were taking pictures of Terry and your daughter. Terry lifting her up to grab an apple from a tree, him showing her tadpoles in the stream of the forest, pretend sword fighting with two large sticks they'd found. It was so lovely watching them play together like that, he absolutely adored her. You and Terry were swinging her by her arms as she held onto both yours and Terry's hand, when you suddenly stoped them. "Honey, shhhh.... both of you stay quiet and walk over hear" you whispered to them. They followed your lead and knelt on the grass beside a tree, then you point out something to them in the distance. There infront of you all was a tree stump next to a strawberry plant, and on the tree stump, happily munching away was a tiny little bunny.

"Awwww hes so cute, can you see him daddy?" "Yes I can princess, hes so small and sweet, just like you" You all stay quiet just observing this little bunny. Terry looks to you and gives your hand a little squeeze, and when you turn to face him, he mouths the words "I love you" and of course you say the same you him. Terry just cant get enough of seeing his little girl in awe of this adorable little bunny, his smile just beams at her. A few moments later, after managing to take a few pictures of it, it happily jumps away and back into a bush. "Awww I'm going to miss that little bunny daddy" "I know you are princess, but at least we managed to see him and he didnt get scared of us" Giving her a kiss on the forhead, you all got up and carried on your way.

At the end of the park was a little icecream van, and of course your little girl wanted one, so you all got a mr whippy icecream and sat on the grass as you all tucked in. Your daughter was lost in her own little world eating her icecream, so she didn't pay attention to yours and Terry's conversation. "Hey baby, I have an idea" "Oh really? And what would that be Terry?" "You saw how happy she was today when we saw that little bunny. What if we got her her own?" "Her own?" "Yeh, i mean her birthday is coming up, and i bet she would love it" "Well i dont mind, but its weather your happy for there to be a little animal running around the house and garden with her?" "Trust me, the happiness i saw in her eyes today is all the convincing i need. And not only that, but i want to start doing this as a weekly thing. I haven't had this much fun with you and her for a long time, and today was the perfect way to spend time together" "That is so sweet Terry. Yes, let's do that"

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dreamwritesimagines · 2 years ago

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Hello hello:)

It’s CMA-

Note to the other anon who mentioned me: omgggg hi!! I didn’t think anyone but dream read these LOL (they’re so freaking long) but I’m so flattered that you enjoy and read them! thanks for the shoutout:) 🫣🥰

Here for a GoS reread part 2 lmao let’s do this:

(actually this is like my fourth time rereading but shhhh just go with it) (picking up at the beginning of chapter 6)

In chapter 6 he talks about protecting clover and making sure no one can harm a hair on her head. He doesn’t strike me as a violent person at all, which is part of his appeal, so I wonder how he’ll react to meeting her parents and/or someone who tries to harm her.

(note: I had to delete like five paragraphs here because I realized I’d already said the exact same thing to you last time I reread LMAO)

Clover does the quintessential trauma dump and run in chapter 6, which is something a lot of people do, but it’s just funny to see in action (it’s actually something therapists see lot. Someone will go the whole session with idle chit chat or whatever and dumps the heaviest shit in the final five minutes then leave lmao) (I joke but it’s a real thing that happens and ngl I’m guilty of doing it too)

You know what is funny is the fact that in chapter 7, fainting is seen as a huge deal, which seemed like an overreaction when I first read it before I remembered that they didn’t really have medicine in those days the way we do now. Someone could faint because they had a stroke or they could faint because they have low blood pressure and they never knew which it was.

I only say that this is funny because then consider what was one of the most socially acceptable actions for young ladies to take when around someone they fancied? They swooned aka they pretended to faint. Here’s a time where they had no idea if someone fainting was the end or not and they just went ahead and pretended all the time for shits and giggles. Idk there’s something ridiculous but also hilarious about that- it makes an already preposterous thing seem even worse

(I feel like I had this revelation in passing with Anthony because he was always paranoid about something happening to cherie and freaking out whenever someone he loved fainted, but now I’m realizing that this fear doesn’t just apply to him)

In chapter 7 when teddy is concerned over clover fainting and very solemn, this is a great example of how adult emotions affect children. Teddy wouldn’t have known to be concerned if their aunt hadn’t freaked out, and her panic and concern translated over to his behavior, though he manifests it differently.

Idk I just thought it was interesting because I was just having a conversation with my mother who believes that as long as you don’t tell children something bad is going to happen, they’re never going to worry or pick up on the adults emotions, and so as long as you tell them everything is fine, they’ll believe it and turn out healthy.

I wish I could say that this is a frankly ridiculous claim (because it is) but a lot of people believe it, so it’s nice to see that particular nuance of children’s behavior picked up on in this story, and that you portrayed a great way of how to react to their fear. You can’t stop them from being afraid when the adults are because you can’t control your own or any adult’s emotions and ways that they behave, but you can change how you respond to your own fear and the fear of those, including the child, around you.

It’s also unrealistic for them to avoid fear and they need to learn how to deal with it because it will teach them emotional regulation and self control, and help them to manage themselves when they do encounter fear better. Clover’s response is a great example of what to do in this situation; I feel like it was take straight out of a textbook on the perfect way to respond. Denying and trying to shield them from fear doesn’t work; acknowledging them and their feelings and teaching them how to respond appropriately does.

(I’m so in love with her response if you couldn’t tell lmao. Listening to him, acknowledging his feelings, explaining the situation in a calm, rational tone and child-friendly language, giving him perspective, reassuring him that despite the problem, things will still be okay, giving him something to do as a reaction to what he is feeling, etc. 12/10 no notes)

Okay sorry for my mini rant, I just see too many adults in my line of work telling children ‘it’s nothing’ and ‘don’t worry about it’ and ‘I’m totally fine! Nothing’s wrong!’ to not get annoyed lol.

Wait I’m not done- this is also why I’m not concerned for teddy’s mental health. Despite her own mental health struggles, bad habits, and faults, clover is actually great at demonstrating healthy emotional regulation in front of teddy (most of the time- when she has her anxiety attacks when he does something wrong, it’s not always the best, but that’s not her fault and to be expected). Like even though she’s bad at practicing the things she’s teaching teddy, she’s still great at explaining and guiding him through them, it’s just a matter of her applying these lessons to her own life.

But yeah with a great role model guiding him through these lessons, teddy is building a strong foundation despite his rocky start.

For all of her talk about wanting to marry an old man and the fact that she expects him to hit her, if it actually happened she would be a total wreck. I think she’s lying to herself just as much, if not more, than everyone around her, trying to reassure herself that she’d be okay if the worst did come to pass. This is probably obvious to everyone else but I just realized it lol. She could never handle that happening; I feel like it would’ve broken her…

There’s this Netflix movie called to the vine about a girl with an eating disorder. It’s a really interesting look at severe mental health concerns imho (but if anyone is considering watching it, they should be very careful about being triggered because it is an upsetting movie). Anyway, I only mention it because when the mc hits rock bottom, she has this sort of hallucination/vision of being her future self and seeing herself as she is at this moment, and her future self is…. Appalled isn’t the right word and neither is aghast, but kind of horrified and sad and pitying at the state she’s in.

I’ve mentioned this term called anasognosia(?) before in relation to this story, but the definition is a person who cannot perceive the severity of their own condition. It’s seen a lot in very severe mental health cases, such as people who lose their ability to care for themselves and think they don’t need help, including those with eating disorders. It’s also seen in people who’ve sustained chronic trauma- they’re completely desensitized to their own condition and the severity of what’s happened to them. They lack perspective, they dismiss concerns because it’s normal to them.

I would even argue that it’s a survival tactic- victims would have a break down if they had a severe response to every trauma and wouldn’t be able to cope if their brain didn’t protect them by desensitizing them to what’s happening. But it’s people on the outside who are the ones who have to convince this person to seek help, and also to realize that this isn’t normal. It’s a hard realization for people to have, and if their case is really severe, they may not even be able to do that until they get out of the situation and heal more.

It’s a double edged sword though- how do you heal someone who doesn’t know they’re hurting?

I only mention it again (mostly because I’m fascinated it but also) because clover is such a great representation of that feeling. She genuinely does not understand the position she’s in and has been in. I do wonder if when she gets some healing, if she’ll be able to look back at where she’s been, and how she would react to that.

I wouldn’t be surprised if she went through the five stages of grief during the revelation; she kind of already is in the denial stage. But she would be grieving her own childhood, the childhood she should’ve had, what her parents did. She would be angry and frustrated (understandably) as if she’s only just now realizing what happened (because she kind of is).

(fun fact about the five stages of grief: they don’t actually progress in any particular order and you can also cycle through each one multiple times, and also not everyone goes through every single one every single time they’re grieving something. Idk a lot of misconceptions about them, which isn’t really relevant but kind of interesting if we do happen to see any of these with clover)

Idk I’m wondering if her parents showing up will push her to this place where she goes through that.

(also I’m totally not projecting lmao (lying). I feel like I go through these revelations like once a year where I go from ‘oh yeah that happened it’s not a big deal’ to ‘hey it’s kind of fucked up that that happened’ lmao)

Okay so I got distracted by looking for handkerchiefs (lmao) so I’m going to end this one where it’s at and send it in. Upon rereading though I’m like 99% sure I’m just regurgitating the exact same thoughts I sent in the first time and during the subsequent rereads LMAO sorry I have a shitty memory

Okay bye love u lots; see u soon for part 3 <3

Hi my loveeeee! 🥰❤️

Awww you two are so sweet! 🥰

Yayyy chapter 6, let’s gooo❤️

I actually have lots of ideas about this! Like, you’re absolutely right, Benedict is not a violent person at all but I also feel like Clover became his red-line so to speak? So while he is usually very calm, if someone tried to harm Clover, Benedict would not hesitate to attack that person, he would absolutely snap 😏

Aw I love reading them! 😍

Lolll oh it happens with me too sometimes, the conversation gets very serious all of a sudden 😂

Fainting was very popular those times😂 Which is very dramatic but also yes, they really didn’t have the knowledge we have now! 😁

Oh yeah, Anthony being paranoid when it comes to that….😏 Aw I miss Anthony and Cherie! ❤️

Wait it really is interesting! ❤️ Because I also believe children can actually like feel it, especially when it comes to other people worrying around them. And I do feel like it is important to both acknowledge their feelings and console them in a calm way, which Clover really tries to do -and I think she learned it from Josie🥰

Aw this is really nice! ❤️ Clover wants Teddy to have a much better childhood than she and Josie did😭

I actually do agree, if it did happen it would break Clover 😭 She expected the worst but it didn’t mean she was desensitized, she was still very afraid of even the possibility💔

Wait, do you mean “To the Bone”? I watched that one! 😱 It’s been a while though…

I can totally see that in her character, like she honestly isn’t even aware of just how traumatized she is and I think it will take her a long time to completely heal ❤️

I didn’t know that about the stages of grief! 😱 I thought it happened in a particular order! And it can happen multiple times? 😱

My love, thank you so so much for this! 😍❤️ You’re wonderful, ILYSM! ❤️❤️❤️

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forgottenroderick · 4 months ago

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thelongforgottenrealm so i think that there are so good ideas here!!! I think the idea of just this cycle of life/death/rebirth and possible belief in reincarnation, too, might work w/ just how roderick views the world??? and perhaps, this idea that he might be reborn again, after death, makes him even MORE hesitant to select an heir?? especially if like ... they think that god's ~chosen~ or whatever could potentially be resurrected with his old lives memories in tack or soemthing idk ... basically roderick seeing himself LITERALLY rising the ashes of his own death one day or something?? and maybe he also thinks he is on some holy war to cleanse the world from false religions and bring about the way of the one true god and he is here to burn the world and see it reborn again in the way of the truth faith? i also love that it is a religious thing to burn witches in order to purify them again lasjflsajfj forgottenroderick @thelongforgottenrealm elizabeth, i am OBSESSED w the idea that roderick isn't just symbolically choosing himself over his kids by refusing to select an heir, but LITERALLY doing so bc ~he might be reincarnated and will want his empire back!!! laksjdfkljsjlf ooooh and the chosen being resurrected w his old memories!!! roderick def like 'that's me!!!!!' laskjdfkljdsf and lowkey tryna pretend to himself that he 'remembers' calainons life or smth slkdjfksljdf omg now im TBC like 'what if there was another charge the varmonts ~used to use but roderick made it the phoenix to represent HIMSELF ;lfjlkasdjfk and yesssss i agreeeee i feel like he's def on that crusade to purge the world of other religions and ensure that the one true god, HIS god (lowkey himself shhhh ;D but he'd burn you for blasphemy for suggesting it!) is the one the ppl worship!!!! this is the dignity and the civilization he offers these heathen heretics in his midst!!! sdakl

i feel like this could all inter-relate w the 'with greater faith, i rise from the flames' (paraphrased idr the exact wording off the top of my head -- i apologize! roderick WOULD kill me on the spot for this shameful neglect lakjsdfkljsdjf ok i went and checked: i was indeed mistaken [ with stronger faith i will arise from the fire ] ok now on to the rest of it! roderick would not let me rest laksdjfkljdsf) in a v intricate way bc its legit a repetition both of their belief system (death as life renewed etc), but also of their implacability like roderick???? say what you will abt him, once he's made up his mind he aint a quitter!! he wiLL conquer you slkjdfkljsdf (why did i phrase this like it was a good thing at the start alksjdfkjsdf not the roderick brainrot hahahaha anywayyy lajsdkfljsdf)

i can even see them having a god who died/was reborn a la osiris or odin or zagreus or christ and/or perhaps even an orpheus guiding the soul of eurydice from the underworld (but presumably it worked) type of thing/god as a psychopomp, like, descended into the afterlife, but came back stronger having passed through death into life again and thus showing the mortal soul how to do it too basically w the presumable belief that the mortal soul ~also comes back stronger after each death? and perhaps the afterlife is full of cleansing fire, a sweet fire that scours the soul and ~hardens it like fire forges a sword, kind of thing? but renewed life renewed tempers it like water w the sword analogy, and on and on it goes till one is fit to take their place beside the one god (or else presumably burn forever in slightly less sweet flames ig laskjdfkjsldf)

im also guessing, then, that viking funerals, aka involving both fire and water, may be a thing for these guys? tho that tends to go w a seafaring culture and i don't think that the og varmont nation are that...it may also be that, like...iirc, lizzy and i had discussed in [ the roderick/alaric thread ] the possibility that this particular religion is actually more a thing wherever their mom came from, and maybe roderick kinda mingled the traditions of his two parents, so it could've been that their mom's was a more maritime culture, too? idk alsjkdfkjldsf

anyway i def had more thoughts when i started writing this but they've flown now so here have a thing ig??? this is all over the place laksdjflkdsjf i agolozie alksjdfkjldsf

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sooooo im having some frankly insane ideas abt Roderick’s belief system thanks to the Phoenix iconography (like…boiled down roderick might legit worship death effectively a la the faceless men of braavos in asoiaf/got?!!?!! Though in a slightly more life/death ying/yang creation through destruction kinda way a la dark!motto ‘in my end is my beginning’ sorta way idk Sfjkhffg HELPPP!) and before I get too carried away bc idk if we need a death cult emperor 😂😭 ummmm I wondered if you had any thoughts abt the varmont faith/the one god/etc adhkkjgdgh

ok so!!! this all comes out of the symbolism of the phoenix married to the whole ~fire focus in both that and in...well, roderick's actions laksdjfkljsdf so here're some ideas i have which may or may not be any good klsdjfkalsdflkj

creation through destruction as repped by phoenix.

burning witches cleanses them, releasing their lifeforce out into the world clean and pure.

perhaps reincarnation a la phoenix or perhaps destruction and death creates new souls and life etc????

Phoenix flames, sun, light, fire — dichotomy of light/dark, good/evil — Astaira and the staffords literally take the night as their standard (three stars in the night sky) and worship demons, conquest cleanses etc

oooh maybe infuse Phoenix w Renaissance salamander motifs — immune to fire and poison etc

ok so mary queen of scotts, her motto (as mentioned above) was 'in my end is my beginning' by which she meant as a catholic that yknow she'd go to her reward in heaven etc but what if such a concept were present in like...a more ~ouroboros kinda way as represented by the phoenix

so the ouroboros is an ancient egyptian symbol of a serpent rounding on itself to eat its own tale, which representing basically...unity and the natural eternal cycle of destruction and re-creation

in ancient egypt, this meant...oof ok so not to get ~too bogged down in ancient egyptian spiritualism/philosophy which is its own huuuge topic needless to say hahahaha but they had two really bit concepts that i think could impact us here: the tension between chaos (bad) and order (good) w their god-emperor maintaining that balance and the belief that without him there to do that everything would collapse into deadly chaos AND that...in essence...the soul was split into parts, w basically like...life force which was also a familial essence being a part of the soul that recurred in the world, and personality being part that was ~just you that would go to its ultimate judgment after death

there is also the ancient saying 'death is the only god who comes when you call' right

so!!!! w the ouroboros and phoenix symbols being connected (cycles of life, death, rebirth), what if we basically connect cleaning fire w order (i know, i know!) bc...you can summon a fire, right, you can make that you can't really make earth yknow...so its ~controllable even tho we don't think abt it that way like...i swear this can work ;DDDDD as a cleansing, controllable, destructive force that gives birth to new life (after a forest fire new life bursts from the ashes in a way that it doesn't w say a flood or a drought yknow) and yeahhhh idk!!!!!!!

anyway lmk if this makes any sense/is any good as sort of a foundation for our one god religion??????? cause i feel like maybe this one is just...maybe one bridge too far? ;alskdjfkljdsf ;DDD

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