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ddejavvu · 1 day ago
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hear me out: hiccup is accident prone. his life is a constant near death experience. HOWEVER ✋🏻reader is a healer. and hiccup frequently sees her. like he’s
not getting hurt just to see her but OH NO he mashed his finger while working in the forge and it would be a shame if he had to get the pretty healer to fix him up. what a shame (he could 100% just wrap it himself but she is also down bad and will infiltrate him every time)
hiccup and healer!reader would fix me i think
Everyone knows the future Chief of Berk is what you'd call 'accident prone', but three days in a row of healer visits is starting to seem excessive. He's got a bruise on his cheek from walking straight into your door two days ago, black and blue as the blood breaks down beneath his skin. There's a cut on his eyebrow that you'd given him a salve for only yesterday, and he's standing at an angle because his prosthetic leg is bent out of shape. Of course, that's something he'll have to take up with Gobber at the forge, but all of it suggests that Hiccup has had a very rough couple of days.
"What is it this time, Hiccup?" You ask, but it's not a world-weary sigh, it's a worried glance up and down his body for any new, visible injuries. There's no blood anywhere, at least not anywhere you can see, which is always a good sign.
"Um, hi again." He limps into the forge, his dragon creeping anxiously behind him, eyeing the unbalanced prosthetic in case Hiccup falls flat on his face as he is wont to do, "It's nothing life-threatening."
"I think you're always life-threatening." You hum warily, "You're always threatening your own life. Is anything bleeding?"
"Maybe a little bit," He shrugs sheepishly, raising a hand to inspect his pointer finger, "I- uh, I hammered my finger. In the forge. And then when I was hopping around, using every swear word I've ever heard my dad say, I caught my foot under the bench and bent it out of shape when I fell."
"You smashed your finger." You blink owlishly, and he nods along, "And- you bruised your tailbone?"
"That's, uh, that's pretty much it." He nods vigorously, "Uh, am I able to get, like, a balm for that, or something?"
"You want me to give you a butt balm?" You raise one eyebrow, watching as his bruised face flushes bright red.
"Maybe- maybe not for the tailbone thing! My finger, though, it's- it hurts, do you think it's broken or anything?"
Just looking at the finger he's brandishing towards you reveals that it's not broken, but you take hold of it anyways, inspecting the very mild abrasion where the hammer had broken through his skin. It's a minor cut, merely a product of the finger being smashed, but if a bandage will make the future Chief of Berk feel better, then a bandage is what he'll get.
"I think you'll be alright." You hum reassuringly, reaching for the bottle of disinfectant you keep on hand, and rummaging through a cabinet for fine gauze to dress it with, "But I'll wrap it for you, and give you ice for your tailbone."
"Thanks," He hums, his voice now above you as he stands in front of your chair, watching you tend to his injury, "You'd think after fifteen years of working in the forge I'd know how to use a hammer."
"I wasn't kidding earlier." You remind him wryly, dabbing away at the cut on his finger, "You are hazardous to your own life."
"Probably," He hums, holding his finger stiff as you begin wrapping it, "How fast will it heal?"
"By tomorrow," You snort, "Keep the bandage on while you're in the forge, and when you're handling raw fish for Toothless- wash your hands, of course. And by morning it should be fine. Just keep it clean."
You secure the gauze and he steps back, smiling appreciatively, "Thanks, Y/N. I'll be more careful, I- I swear."
"Careful doesn't matter. You're accident prone." You inform Hiccup, but you're smiling kindly all the while. You drift over to your icebox, pulling out a hunk of the stuff wrapped in cloth to dull its icy bite, "Just try to get more of these little scrapes than you do, oh, I don't know, arrow wounds?"
"Got it." He nods determinedly, taking the ice from you and setting it in Toothless's saddle, "I'll see you around. Tomorrow- probably."
"I'll see you tomorrow." You chuckle warmly, watching as he limps down the steps of your hut, and promptly falls flat on his face in the grass outside.
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narcjsistx · 2 days ago
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— 𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ! (bllk series)
✶ FIRST PART: INTRODUCTION AND ALREADY DESIRE TO LEAVE
plot: the largest villa in japan is opening its doors to 16 guys, all with the same characteristics: hot, young and single. get ready for the life of 8 girls and 8 boys, all ready to win the main prize: to come out winners and, maybe, with their soulmate. the challenges are ready, but you are ready for the challenges? the journey begins now!
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"Are we sure it works? I mean, I don't even think it's on..." says the presenter, who happens to be me, Maya. The sound of the microphone explodes in the TV studio, causing a slight complaint from the audience who now have no eardrums "Oh yeah, it definitely works" I say satisfied, then turning to the audience that probably hates me at the moment "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the first edition of the reality show "Race to Romance", where our contestants will find their soulmate among their enemies!" I say, but a voice interrupts me in the background "Say enemies to lovers didn't work better?" says the mysterious voice, but with a quick sign to the staff I ask to cancel the propagation of the sound from the mysterious microphone. I sigh a bit "It’s time for introductions, since time flies here. Let’s start with our ladies…"
You go up on stage, yes, you who are reading this right now. The audience explodes in a huge applause, maybe because of the beautiful dress you are wearing or maybe because they are paid to do this. Probably both. You arrive at the end of the television studio, the audience stops applauding. You turn slightly towards the wings, where the girls you will be participating with are looking at you curiously: you had the chance to talk to them previously, and you think it will be a nice opportunity to spend a few days with them on this program. You notice Helen looking at you smiling, while Nikki is giving you the thumbs up, maybe to encourage you. You look at them hopefully, as you take the microphone and clear your throat "It's a pleasure for me to be here, I'm also surprised above all that I passed the auditions. But evidently they chose the best ones" you say trying to sound charismatic, and not anxious as you are. The audience applauds again, and you sincerely hope that they are not doing it just because they are paid to do so. Maybe in reality you hope so, you just need to know that you don't seem ridiculous at the moment
"Only the best for the first season of the reality show" I say, clapping my hands lightly "Tell me girl, what do you think of the group of girls you've already met?" I ask. You clear your throat again, trying to relax your nerves "I've talked to some of them, but I'm really sure a good group will form once we enter the villa. We'll be strong when the men drive us crazy" you say, and I nod "Of course! You always have to have at least someone to confide in, here you'll def have more than one. Instead, what do you think of the men's introductions?" I ask
In your mind you replay the videos you've seen, the ones where the guys introduce themselves: you also shot the same commercial a week ago, and probably the others saw it the same way you saw theirs. You've seen a lot of cute guys, but there are others you'd stay away from. Three in particular come to mind "I've seen a few, but especially the one about the German, the extremely rich boy, and a certain younger brother. I have nothing bad to say about them! They seem fine... at least the last two. The first one, the German, seems extremely full of himself" you say honestly, and the audience laughs "You're talking about Micheal Kaiser, Reo Mikage and Rin Itoshi. Why do you think that about Kaiser Micheal?" I ask, and you sigh "In his video he did nothing but talk about being an emperor. I get it! No need to repeat it... 17 times?" you say sighing, and the audience actually seems interested
"I see. I ask the audience to give another round of applause, because another person is about to join us. From the men's team, Micheal Kaiser!" I say, and turning around I notice how slightly pale you have become. You gulp down a lump of saliva, a particularly heavy one, as the slender figure of the Bastard Munchen striker steps onto the stage. The usual smirk curls his lips, as he takes his microphone "Good evening everyone. Any problems with me and we haven't even entered the villa?" asks the boy. You turn to the girls, but magically they have disappeared. You put the microphone to your lips, but a series of stuttered words only make your situation worse for you. Kaiser laughs, running a hand through his hair "You don’t know how answer to me?" he asks, but I take his microphone "Save the beef for when you're locked in there. Race to Romance officially starts now!" I say, and two assistants come to get you
As you walk back to the girls, you wonder why you wanted to participate here. Cute boys? Definitely. Chance to make new friends and become famous? Sure. But the destruction of your ego was not planned for this soon, yet it has happened
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loserabby · 2 days ago
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hi hi! 🍃 i think it’s time that I request something as well (since i love ur works so much!)
so, abby anderson x fem!reader - something fluffy and sweet. i’ll let u have creative freedom with this, do whatever fluffy bit you like!
i’d be super happy if you’ll take this request on but if you don’t - that’s totally okay as well! ☀️
love, hallow 🦋
.𖥔 ݁ ˖˚.     𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆. wlf!abby x gf!reader
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ . ** MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, THIS IS AN 18+ BLOGI DO NOT GIVE ANYBODY PERMISSION TO REUPLOAD OR PLAGARISE MY WORK. IF YOU SEE SOMETHING I'VE WRITTEN ANYWHERE ELSE OTHER THAN HERE OR MY A03, PLEASE LET ME KNOW VIA ASK **
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₊˚ 𓂃 ₊ ˚ ✧     you're not your girlfriends keeper but if hunting her down when she doesn't come back past curfew to make sure she gets a decent sleep is what it takes to make sure the patrol squad she gets paired with the next day doesn't get a grouchy abby anderson, you'll do what you have to.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 :     established relationship, fluff, kissing, mentions of lord of the rings? the barest of spoilers for the series ig but not really, wlf!reader, just kinda domestic 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 :     1,738k
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 :     i had a crisis writing this because i started to panic i couldn't write straight up fluff, then i started wondering what constitutes as fluff and it just turned into a very weird moment where i was judging every aspect WAY too harshly so this is what we've ended up with. also hallow!!! ily sm thank u for ur kind words and i really appreciate that 🥺 also despite being a big fantasy reader, i have never read the tolkien books and only watched the films once (i cried bc i did not want to watch them lmao) so the snippet where abby speaks about the book i literally got from spark notes okay.     [ read on ao3 ]
[ border credit ]     [ resources for palestine ]     [ boycott tlou ]
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A soft hum falls from your lips as you shift in the sheets, arm stretching as you move before you still and begin to softly pat at the mattress beside you with a furrow of your brow. Blearily you open your eyes, your hum sounding discontent when you realise the space really is empty and you weren’t just imagining the lack of another person beside you.
You wouldn’t quite say you’re awake but you still force yourself to toss the covers aside, fist curled and rubbing at your eyes tiredly as you throw yourself out of bed before you can think further on it. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that Abby has clearly lost track of time and there’s only two options for places you can find her. 
You don’t claim to be your girlfriends keeper but you do like to look out for, you don’t know, the rest of the stadium and if there’s one thing that could potentially ruin everyone's day and keep them on edge, it’s a tired, grouchy Abby Anderson served with a side of the well known Anderson Attitude.
Call it civic duty or whatever.
Now that summer has hit you don’t quite feel the same need to pile clothes on while you wander the near empty stadium but you still pull one of Abby’s hoodies on, sleeves falling past your hands and hem past your ass, since you know a chill still remains in the air once the sun goes down. And boy has the sun gone down, went down hours ago. It’s gotta be way past curfew, probably closing in on two am when you tredge up to the door of your apartment — your shared apartment — with your girlfriend who promised she’d get home at a reasonable time.
Your eyes are a little less heavy with sleep by the time you push the doors to the gym open, noting the few people working out in solitude but mainly the lack of one Abigail Anderson with a sigh. That leaves one last place, you think as you yawn unabashedly.
It takes a while to walk across to the other side of the stadium with a sigh, but luckily it’s quicker with the lack of other people taking up space and getting in your way. Really, beyond the few people pulling night shifts or returning to their own homes, it’s practically empty, and the only reason the few guards you see don’t pull you aside to ask why you’re out past curfew is because they likely know who you are; or more likely, who you’re after.
Creeping into the stadium’s makeshift library you shake your head softly when you spot a familiar blonde head of hair just above a book, half-sunk into the cot  with her knees up that you know she’d claimed as hers for these reading sessions. When you walk closer you can see she’s struggling to keep her eyes open — eyelids bouncing open wide every couple of seconds like she’s being repeatedly jolted awake, almost like a kid whose up way past their bedtime.
She’s not even noticed you standing in front of her with a fond but tired look on your face, eyes too fixed on the words on the paper, engrossed by whatever is going on in her book of the week. She used to read mainly classics and fiction, but she’d begun to branch out into sci-fi and fantasy books, quickly becoming enraptured by the worlds she’d discover hidden within each book's binding.
You watch her eyes attempt to close before widening, forcing herself to stay awake, one last time before you reach over and gently push the book down on her lap, making Abby finally aware of your presence.
A sleepy smile and look of surprise appears across your girlfriend's face when she realises you’re there before her face falls slightly with a look of alarm in her eyes, “Shoot, what time is it? Did I stay up too late?”
An easy laugh tumbles from your lips as you place one knee on the cot, leaning over her and placing a soft kiss to her forehead. “Yeah, baby” You tease with a grin, watching as her cheeks tint rosy as she shoves something between the pages of her book to save her place. “Your book good?”
At your question her eyes light up, nodding as she pulls you down onto the cot with her — ignoring your grumble that they need to go to bed not get comfortable here — and pulls you up against her side, your cheek pressed to her chest as she lifts the book up to show you the cover.
“So good, no wonder it was basically a classic. I know I promised I’d be back and in bed for a reasonable time but I can not put this down”
You snort, “Weren’t you telling me at lunch that all they’ve done is travel so far?”
“It’s still so good” She pouts, rubbing at her tired eyes.
“Baby, for the good of everyone you need to be in bed ASAP” Abby’s face morphs into a desperate look and she shakes her head at your words, presenting the book to you as she tries to bargain for more reading time.
It’s some worn old thing, the corners scuffed and curled but Abby holds the thing like it’s precious, careful not to inflict any more damage than already done to it. You recognise the name, sure there was a movie made on it but you listen as she rambles on about the book.
“They’ve just got to an inn and there’s some mysterious figure called Strider that Frodo — he’s the main character, you know, one of the hobbits — talks with and I swear, he’s gonna be important cause even Frodo knows that he knows more than he’s letting on”
You nod, looking up at her from where you lay your head on her chest with a fond smile as she babbles on about her book, hand coming up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear that’s from the fallout of her now messy braid.
“—And I was talking with someone about it on patrol and she said there’s a prequel about Bilbo and for the life of me I can not find it in this place so I’m hoping on the next patrol I can get away to one of the libraries in the city to scope the places out for it.” Despite her animated, excited tangent her words are interrupted by a series of yawns she can’t fight off.
“Okay, hobbit—”
“I wouldn’t be a hobbit! I’d be… Uh, I don’t know, maybe I’d just be a boring human but I wouldn’t be a hobbit” Abby interrupts, pulling a face as you lift up to move. Her hands come to your elbows, trying to ease you back down.
“Okay, well, we can figure out where you fall in Middle Earth tomorrow but you, ma’am, need to get into bed pronto.”
Abby rolls her eyes but finally relents, another yawn escaping. She laughs when it makes you yawn too, pulling herself up to follow you like a puppy and wraps her large arms around your shoulders, her chest pressed to your back and head ducked into the crook of your neck. She can smell your shampoo, greedy for the scent of you and smiles happily as you both awkwardly start walking away.
“Careful, still guards about. Don’t want your reputation going down cause people see you actin’ like a clingy octopus” You tease her, taking her book from where she’d tucked it into the waistband of her pants, and holding it carefully as you push the door to the library open.She just nestles her face further into your hair, blindly following you as you make your way home.
“Still kick their asses any day, I can be soft when I want to, especially when my girl is so pretty” Her lips press a kiss to your neck, making you squirm slightly. You’re not quite sure if it’s because she gets that spot that makes you go gooey beneath her or cause every time she calls you her girl you feel yourself going a little stupid for her.
She peppers light, tired kisses to your skin until you both make it to your apartment, finally releasing you from her grip as the two of you make your way inside. You place her book on Abby’s bedside table, ready for the next day, “There you go, ready to continue your adventures in Middle Earth another day” You tell her, watching as she strips from her casual day clothes tiredly.
You mirror, pulling her hoodie up over your head and putting it over the back of the desk chair in the bedroom area.
You know she’d showered earlier, most likely after her patrol, due to the wet towels she left on the bathroom floor (so unlike her normally but when she gets invested in one of her books she sometimes neglects other chores in favor of diving back into the pages) so you tug her over to the bed when she’d down to just her sports bra and underwear.
“Wait there,” You murmur, pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder as she sits and waits patiently on the edge of the bed. You return a moment later with a hair brush in hand, passing it to her as you take a spot behind her and remove the hair tie from the bottom of her braid.
You loved the small moments of domesticity like this, where you unwrap her braid and run your fingers through her hair, massaging gently against her scalp and feeling her melt under your touch with a blissed out expression on her face. You take your time then combing through her blonde locks, making sure not to pull at any of the slightly tangled strands until the brush runs easily through her hair.
Abby’s lips press against yours, not trying to deepen it but more show her appreciation. By the time the two of you are beneath the covers, bodies curled around each other. You both giggle tiredly as you set each other off with a myriad of yawns, but soon you both fall asleep in each others embrace. The last thing Abby remembers is the feel of your fingers tracing shapes against the exposed skin of her back
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rekino2114 · 2 days ago
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Could you do a Nemona x S/O reader? Like one centering around it being their anniversary of them getting together. They gift Nemona a starter from their home region.
Celebrating your anniversary with nemona
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There are very few things that nemona loves more than battling, but one of those is certainly you, the moment she spends with you are by far the best moments in her entire life, you just make her feel so loved and understood so she was incredibly hyped and happy to celebrate the anniversary of the day the two of you got together
She woke up excited and you could feel that every time she interacted with anyone, she could not go five minutes without mentioning you or that it was your anniversary. And it was even worse with you, she constantly mentioned how hyped she was for what you had planned but also didn't want to get the surprise ruined so she told you to not spoil anything
When the school day finished, you invited her to your dorm, and so she went to her own room to grab her gift and followed you. You told her to close her eyes and held her hand and then once you were in your room nemona opened her eyes and found you holding a pokemon in her face, she gasped and switched her gaze between the pokemon and your smile
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"Y-y/n is that pokemon.....for me?"
"Yep it sure i-"
You didn't even finish speaking as nemona hugged you incredibly tightly before kissing you all over your face
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thaaaankkkk youuuu!!! I love you so much y/n I swear"
"O-ok calm down nemona"
"S-sorry I'm just so excited!"
Nemona broke the hug and started looking intensely at the pokemon you got her
"What species is it? I don't think I ever saw this type of pokemon in paldea"
"Well you'd be right about that, you know how I'm from another region right?"
"Yeah"
"Well I phoned an old professor I know and managed to get my hands on one of the starters from my home region, to be honest, I didn't really know which one you'd prefer so I just chose the one me and my rival didn't choose, I hope you don't mind"
"Babe I love this. It's so cute, and I bet it'll be super strong once I train it and it evolves"
Nemona turned towards the pokemon and leaned her head near it, smiling very widely
"You hear that little guy? I'll train you to be so strong and then me and y/n will get to have an actual starter vs starter fight, it'll be soooo awesome"
The pokemon got nervous at nemona's excitement and backed away while emitting its cry much to your girlfriend's disappointment
"C-calm down a bit nemona ok? Why don't you catch it first?"
You handed her a pokeball as she smiled
"Oh yeah of course, i-i hope it'll work"
You put a hand on her shoulder reassuringly
"I'm sure it will, and I'm even more sure that it will love having you as its trainer"
Nemona nodded and flashed you a determined smile before throwing the pokeball right at the pokemon which got engulfed in a blue light before being captured in it. The ball started spinning as nemona crossed her fingers and muttered under her breath
"Come on, come on, come on, come on"
The pokeball moved once....then twice...and then thrice and it finally confirmed that the capture was complete prompting nemona to hug you tightly again
"I-it worked....t-that means it likes me right?"
"Of course, I'm sure you'll do a great job training it"
"You can bet on it and we'll have so many battles to train it"
"Y-you're already thinking about that?"
"Of course"
You sweated a bit looking at her bright smile, you could practically see the fire in her orange eyes
"I....should have probably expected that"
"Hehe, you know how I am babe, but thankfully I know I have an amazing partner who can keep up with all of my battles"
"I definitely can, you know I love battling you almost as much as I love you"
Nemona blushed a bit and giggled before she got closer to you and you two kissed
"Hey y/n......I love you....getting with you one year ago...was the best choice I ever made"
"The same goes for me"
You two went for another kiss and as you hugged each other happy and basking in the warmth of the person you loved most
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jessxxxfwd · 22 hours ago
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Ways to say i love you
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***introducing!... Just you and your wonderful, gentleman boyfriend <3 Hyunjin x reader bf scenarios!
- I'm backkkk!? Im going to try post a few things this week >< !!
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Words of affirmation
He's good with words, no doubt. And his voice? I feel he'd be amazing at just talking. Comfort, compliments or even just average conversation. He's a funny guy as well.
I feel like he would like nicknames "baby, darling, my love" things like that would be more casual but maybe a "my muse or angel" now and then in more private settings where it's just you and him.
Definitely compliments on every little thing, you did your hair differently? He's gushing telling you how beautifully it frames your face. You made him food? He's eating every bite whilst telling you how amazing you are.
He LOVES you and is going to tell you constantly. He says I love you at least 10 times a day. And when he goes on tour or trips with his group? He's calling every day and is even more complimentary than usual. Every sentence ends with "miss you, I love you"
Acts of Service
This man is carrying your bags, holding doors for you, paying for things. And he doesn't even ask for thank yous. He loves to just hold you and help you.
He's a sucker for you and wants you to know he's truly in love. He's an amazing guy who just helps everyone anyways, and he would be even more helpful to a partner. And when you help him back? He's gushing and thanking you, even if it's little things like grabbing him a drink or snack.
And when you try to go and grab yourself a drink or snack? He's up bolting towards the kitchen telling you he's got it (you could've done it yourself but he just wants to be sweet)
Sure he's a diva but he's your diva! And believe me he's going to shower you in affection. When he's away it probably would feel weird not having someone running around you doing everything for you but don't worry, he'll be back in your arms soon.
Receiving gifts
He probably loves buying you stuff. He's out getting himself new paints and he sees something he thinks you'll like? Yup he's buying it. Little trinkets that remind him of you or silly things.
He's definitely buying you souvenirs while away, little small ornaments or weird things he sees in gift shops that he finds funny. He comes home with a bag or two filled with things and he and if you try to tell him not to? He will just frown and be overly dramatic until you let him again.
He's probably tried to ask Donnatella for something for you, and maybe she'd say yes? (Idk Donna does seem to LOVE Hyunjin so probably!) So you'd definitely have piles of trinkets, clothing, ect ect. And he is not near stopping.
He just wants to buy you everything you could ever want, and one day that will include a shiny ring on your left hand.
Quality time
I think he'd love to just be with you he's a busy guy as an idol, traveling the world and doing photoshoots, concerts, fan events, public events, magazines, interviews. God he's busy. So I think he'd definitely just enjoy being held and relaxing with you.
He's just wanting to be with you. He likes when you sit and watch him when he paints. He's tried to paint you but never think they look good enough.
He's going to doodle you randomly throughout the day. They're just small ones but he likes to show them to you and listen to you praise him. I think he'd also like long walks, maybe picnic dates.
Even when he's away on tour he's constantly calling you telling you he misses you and wants to be in your arms. He's buzzing on the flight home and the second he sees you he's RUNNING into your arms. Trusttt!!
Physical touch
Clingyyyyyyyy!!! This man is glued to you. Cuddles 24/7 and he will stare at you and pout if you ask him to move. He just loves you too much and wants to be as close to you as possible.
Hugs, kisses (Jisoo?...), hand holding. This man will NOT let go. And he probably expects the affection back. He just likes being cuddled up somewhere quiet with you (going back to the quality time first paragraph lol, I actually made it for this bit but moved it so they're kind of similar, sorry lol!)
He seems to be a fan of PDA, maybe not in public public but with his bandmates or family. Maybe not in areas fans could see him but give him a hat? sunglasses? Face mask? And he's holding your hand down the street, pecking your cheek.
He's just a silly guy in love. I think he'd find refuge in a partner he could trust, his life's hectic and he just needs you to help ground him and love him.
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devilish-cherry · 2 days ago
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ᨳ♡₊➳ choso x reader
ᨳ♡₊➳ hurt/comfort, fluff, crack
ᨳ♡₊➳ archive of our own
"You're an artist, a recluse, and a freshly heartbroken wreck whose idea of human contact is apologizing to your Amazon delivery guy. Your anxiety is so aggressive it could qualify for its own horror movie. And then your neighbor moves in. He doesn't get people. You don't get people. Somehow, you get each other. You didn't mean to talk to him. You didn't mean to care. But the more you both fumble through shared silences and botched small talk, the harder it is to pretend you're not watching each other heal, inch by awkward inch."
꒰ chapter 1 ꒱ ₊⊹. ꒰ chapter 3 ꒱
ᨳ♡₊➳ a/n: it's awkward family dinner simulator 3000 and you've been drafted into emotional buffer duty.
good luck soldier. 🫡
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You don't even realize how long you've been staring at the same clump of rice until Luna smacks your chopsticks out of your hand. Again.
You blink. Look down at the sad little delivery bento sitting on your lap. Then at your cat, perched on the armrest with the judgmental fury of a parent who just caught their kid eating glue.
"Okay, okay," you mutter. "Message received, officer."
It's a Wednesday, you think. Maybe Thursday. Days are soup. You're supposed to be sketching a deadline comic, but the only thing you've drawn in an hour is a lopsided circle with "why bother" written inside it. Your phone's face down, but you can still feel the gravity of all the messages you're ignoring. Work. Your mom. Your editor, who started using more emojis the longer you go dark, like she thinks that'll soften the blow of responsibility.
You scratch Luna under the chin and she leans in, purring. "You'd tell me if I started going full goblin, right?" you ask.
She licks her paw and wipes her face, regal and unimpressed. You take that as a 'no.' She's probably thinking about all the times she's had to witness you cry over a man who wouldn't even refill her water bowl.
The room smells like stale instant noodles and energy drinks. It's embarrassing, but you can't bring yourself to care enough to clean. You shuffle to the window and crack it open just enough to let in a breeze. Outside, the city hums quietly, soft and far away. You watch the clouds drift by, trying to remember if you ever felt normal.
Today, you're going to try to do something normal. Like a real person. You even put on pants. Not real pants. Just a pair of cute oversized Hello Kitty sweatpants you panic ordered during your last mental breakdown. But still. It counts. The point is: you're going outside.
You have a plan. A very simple plan. It is:
Go to the corner store.
Buy the same three snacks you always used to buy.
Return to your apartment like a socially anxious raccoon.
You throw on your hoodie, the one that's basically become your armor against the terrifying world of eye contact and casual human interaction, and mumble something to Luna about not dying while you're gone. She doesn't even look up.
The hallway outside is quiet. That's the only reason you're brave enough to venture out today. Since moving here, you've memorized the neighbor schedules like your life depends on it. (It does. In an emotional, "please don't talk to me or I'll die" kind of way.)
You're halfway down the hall when you hear it: rapid footsteps, light but urgent. Your fight or flight system immediately activates, and you freeze. Maybe if you're still enough, whoever's coming won't see you. Maybe you'll just merge with the wall, become another patch of ugly wallpaper.
You barely have time to glance up before you almost collide.
"Oh, woah! Sorry!" A pink haired boy stands two feet from you. He looks to be younger than you, with wide eyes and pink hair styled in an undercut. He's wearing a hoodie that looks like he slept in it, and sneakers so red they might've been legally declared a hazard. He looks like a character from a shounen anime came to life and walked straight into your emotionally fragile existence.
"Are you okay?" he asks, voice boyish, kind. "That was my bad. I wasn't looking."
You should say something. Anything. But your throat locks up. You nod instead, quick and awkward.
He grins, unfazed. "Sorry again, I was in a hurry. I'm trying to find apartment 502. You know where it is?" He asks, hopeful, like you're the tutorial NPC he's been searching for.
You point to the door right next to yours.
"Ah, awesome! Thanks!" He looks at the number, then back at you. There's a pause. "Wait, are you Choso's neighbor?"
You nod. Again.
He brightens. "Cool! He said you were quiet. I'm Yuji. I'm… his brother."
There's a pause. A long one. A pause so heavy it needs its own ZIP code.
You're too polite to say "brother???" out loud. But your face says it anyway.
"Oh," you say instead, because it's the only sound your brain will allow.
He laughs, sheepish, and scratches the back of his neck. "Yeah, it's weird. We just met. Kind of. It's… uh, complicated. Family stuff."
You nod like you understand, even though you definitely do not. "Cool."
Why are you like this. Why are you like this.
Before either of you can say anything else, the door to 502 opens. Choso steps out, slow and solemn like he's emerging from a tomb. He looks the same as ever. Tall, serious, dark eyes ringed in that mysterious violet shadow. But when he sees Yuji, something in his expression softens.
"Yuji," he says. The word is soft, careful.
Yuji straightens. "Hey. Sup."
Choso nods. He's so rigid you think he might actually shatter if someone so much as nudged him. Then he turns and sees you.
"Hi," you say, voice quiet.
"Hi," he greets back. And then he turns to Yuji. "Did you get lost?"
Yuji chuckles. "No, just – well, yeah, a little. I got distracted."
You almost miss it, but there's something raw in the way Choso watches Yuji. A quiet desperation dressed up in stoicism. You can feel it.
And Yuji –
Yuji won't meet his eyes.
He fidgets, looking from you to Choso, then blurts, "Hey, do you wanna join us for dinner?"
Your brain short circuits.
Choso blinks, confused. "They don't have to–"
"No, seriously," Yuji insists, glancing at you. "They live next door, right? It's chill. Might be fun. You've got enough food for three, right?"
Choso hesitates, then nods, the movement slow and mechanical. "Yes. I planned for leftovers."
Yuji looks at you. Pleading, almost. His eyes are begging.
You hesitate. You really hesitate.
The right thing to say is, "Oh no, I couldn't possibly intrude," followed by some socially acceptable excuse like, "My cat's on fire," or "I'm allergic to food."
But instead, you stand there, caught between "yes," "no," and the crushing weight of people's expectations.
Yuji keeps staring at you, eyebrows raised, please please please radiating off of him like a signal flare.
Choso watches you too, but his expression is unreadable in that vaguely haunted, cryptid way he does.
"Um. Sure. I mean – if it's okay." you say. Voice too soft, too fast, like your fight or flight chose fawn again.
Choso nods, as if you just confirmed gravity. "It is. Yuji invited you."
"Yeah," Yuji says quickly, grinning. "Totally okay! Come on in. The more the less weird."
You're 98% sure he meant to say merrier but your brain is already frantically screaming into its own hands.
You just nod, dumb and overwhelmed and trying not to melt through the floor. Choso steps aside wordlessly, holding the door open. His expression doesn't shift. Still that neutral, unreadable blankness. Still that vaguely spooky aura.
You follow them inside, feeling like you're about to walk into an episode of a reality show you definitely didn't audition for. You glance back at your door, wondering if Luna will survive an hour without you. The urge to run is strong, but you swallow it down and step inside.
Choso's apartment looks almost like yours, except much cleaner. The curtains are drawn so tightly that no light filters in. There's barely any furniture. A couch that looks secondhand and broken in. A low table with no coasters. A lone bookshelf populated with exactly five books. There are still boxes in the corner, neatly stacked.
You don't see any photos. No framed art. Not even a calendar on the wall.
You step out of your shoes slowly, because it feels like the kind of place that demands quiet, like noise might unsettle the balance here.
Yuji wanders further in, beelining for the kitchen counter. "So! Uh… food! Choso, what did you make?"
Choso turns toward the kitchen. "Rice. And curry. Also, I boiled eggs." He delivers it with the solemnity of a war report.
"Nice! Eggs are protein. That's good, right? It's, like, healthy and stuff. My grandpa always said you should eat eggs with every meal! Or maybe that was noodles…"
Choso nods, serious. "Eggs are a complete protein," 
Yuji opens a cabinet, peeks inside, then closes it again, clearly just needing something to do with his hands. Then he turns to you. "Do you, uh, eat eggs?"
You nod. "Yeah. I mean, I'm not… eggphobic or anything."
The silence that follows is so awkward it feels like it should be illegal. You're convinced somewhere, the universe is facepalming. Choso doesn't seem fazed. If anything, he looks… relieved? Like someone else finally said something weird so he doesn't have to carry the team alone.
Yuji glances between you and Choso, and you swear he physically wilts at the shared stillness between you two. "Sooo… you guys know each other already, huh? Neighbors and all. That's… cool. Great."
You and Choso both nod, at the same time, same awkward, bobblehead rhythm.
Yuji is not built for this kind of energy. He tries again, valiantly. "So, uh… how long have you been living here?" He aims the question at you, like you're the less intimidating cryptid. The question is simple, but your brain glitches like a poorly coded NPC.
You frown in concentration, like you're trying to remember your own lore. "A few years."
Nailed it. Social interaction: Achieved.
Yuji looks like he's about to weep. "Cool. Cool, cool, cool. Awesome." His voice cracks on the last word.
You wonder if this is what an out of body experience feels like.
Choso, perhaps trying to help, offers, "They have a cat. Her name is Luna. She isn't lactose intolerant."
You die inside. Again.
Yuji's face does something complicated. He looks at you. You look at him. You both look at Choso.
Yuji recovers with the energy of someone clinging to a lifeboat. Shifting back into that earnest, enthusiastic vibe he's been defaulting to since you met him. "Cats are great! I love cats. I'm kind of allergic, though, so I mostly just watch cat videos. Like, all the time. Like, my entire 'For You Page' is just cats. And food videos. And this one guy who makes sushi out of weird stuff. You guys ever seen those?"
You nod, grateful for the verbal chaos. "Yeah. There's, uh… a guy who makes tiny food for his hamster. I watch that. Sometimes. When I can't sleep."
Choso perks up just slightly. "I have seen that. The hamster is very small."
You reach for the tea sitting on the counter. So does Choso. Your fingers almost brush and you both retract like you just got electrocuted.
"Sorry," he murmurs.
"No, I'm sorry," you whisper, immediately.
Yuji side-eyes both of you. His lips part like he's going to say something. But then he just squints, eyes flicking back and forth like he's watching a YouTube video in 144p.
Choso plates the food with military precision, scooping curry and rice like it's a sacred ritual. You help, handing him a spoon without a word, and he accepts it with both hands.
Yuji goes on, tossing questions at you, but it's not just small talk. He wants distractions. You can see it in how his eyes flick to Choso, then away. He sits cross-legged at the table, voice too fast and too full of effort. "I, uh, didn't think I'd be visiting so soon. But I had a free day and figured I'd check in. Choso's still kind of new to, you know… this whole… apartment thing."
Choso's expression doesn't change, but you see the slightest shift. Not annoyance. More like... shame. Or nerves, maybe.
Yuji adds quickly, "Not that you're doing bad! You're, like, doing great! Super domestic. Look at this curry, man. You boiled eggs."
You watch Choso absorb the compliment like a person who's never gotten one before. He nods slowly, staring at the rice like it might vanish if he blinks.
Dinner is quiet. Not unkindly quiet. Just... filled with unsaid things.
Yuji's trying too hard. You can see it. Hear it. He makes jokes that don't quite land, tries to bridge the space between them with pure charisma alone. But every time Choso speaks, it's stiff. Formal. Too measured. He's trying too. But his trying looks different. His trying looks like silence, like nodding at the right time, like carefully accepting the spoon with two hands.
You should feel out of place. You should feel like you're intruding. But the thing is – Yuji keeps watching Choso like he's not sure if he's forgiven him for something yet. Choso keeps watching Yuji like he's afraid he'll disappear.
And you – awkward, exhausted, half-rotted from depression – recognize it. You know that look. That desperate, silent clinging. The aching belief that if you just stay, if you just eat the curry and say the right things, maybe people won't leave.
You stir your rice without eating it. Your stomach's full of nerves. Your hands are sweating.
You glance at Choso and catch him looking at you. Not in a creepy way. Not even in a curious way. More like… wondering. Like he still doesn't understand what to make of you, but he's relieved you haven't bolted yet.
He looks away first.
After dinner, Yuji is the first to break. You watch it happen in real time. He fiddles with his phone, chews his bottom lip, glances at the clock for the fifth time in as many minutes. It's the kind of fidgeting that says 'I want to leave but I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings.' You've done it a million times before. At birthdays. Family dinners. That one time your ex's mom tried to guilt you into giving up your dream career for "stability."
You get it. The energy here is weird. You don't know what happened between them. It's above your paygrade, but there's a weight here, a history you can't even begin to guess.
Choso keeps glancing at him when Yuji isn't looking. Not intensely. Desperate, but quiet about it. He doesn't know what to do with his hands. He copies Yuji's posture, straightens when Yuji straightens, adjusts his chopsticks the same way. It's subtle, but it's there.
Eventually, Yuji pushes back from the table, plates stacked neatly. "I, uh, should get going. Gotta meet up with Fushiguro." He grins at you, bright but fleeting. "Nice meeting you. Don't be a stranger, okay?"
You mumble something that could be "Thank you for the food," or "Please let me evaporate." Honestly, you can't even tell.
He turns to Choso, slower this time. His voice dips just slightly. "Thanks for dinner, bro."
Choso nods, rigid. "Be careful, Yuji."
There's a pause. A beat longer than it should be.
Yuji hesitates in the doorway, hand halfway to the knob. "Yeah. I will. You too." His gaze flicks to Choso again, one last glance, and then he slips out.
The door clicks shut behind him.
It's just you now. And Choso.
And the silence.
A long, long silence.
You glance at Choso, unsure if you should linger or just ghost out the door. He stays frozen in place, still standing beside the table, his eyes trailing the door like he can still see Yuji on the other side. He begins to gather the plates, carefully stacking bowls as if he's trying to solve an emotional equation with ceramics.
You swallow. "Um. Thanks for dinner. It was good."
He doesn't look up. "Sorry it wasn't better. I'm… still learning."
You hover awkwardly near the couch, arms tucked into the sleeves of your hoodie like they're hiding. "Honestly, I mostly eat instant ramen and whatever snacks I find on sale. You're already ahead of me."
Choso lifts his gaze. "You're very kind. Thank you."
The words hit you harder than you expect. Not because of what he says, but how earnestly he says it.
You blink. "For what?"
He places the last bowl on the counter and stands straight, shoulders taut. "For making Yuji feel normal. He hasn't... had a lot of that. He's not comfortable around me. Not yet. " He pauses, then adds, voice low, "I keep thinking if I just try harder, maybe it'll feel normal."
You nod, your throat suddenly tight. "Families are… complicated."
His gaze finds you again. This time, it lingers. "I want to do things right. But I don't always know what that is."
You don't say anything. You can't. Because if you open your mouth, you're afraid the grief will come spilling out – not just for him, but for yourself.
Choso walks you to the door, hands loose at his sides, face unreadable. You step into the hallway, hesitating in the doorway. He stops behind you, just before the threshold, like there's a line he's not sure he's allowed to cross.
You turn back, awkward and fidgety, but you don't want to go. Not really. You just don't know how to stay.
"Um. If you ever… want to talk, or need to borrow, like, soy sauce or… whatever. I'm next door. Unless I'm, like, dead. Or asleep. Or… emotionally unavailable." The words tumble out.
Choso nods, slow. "I'll remember that."
You linger for a moment, neither of you quite sure how to say goodbye. Then you offer a small, wobbly smile. "Goodnight, Choso."
He inclines his head. Not smiling, but there's something lighter in his posture. "Goodnight."
You turn, heart skittering like a startled animal, and slip into your own apartment. The moment the door clicks shut behind you, your lungs finally exhale like they've been tied up in knots for hours.
Luna is waiting, perched like a little void on the couch, tail curled primly around her feet, eyes sharp and unamused.
You plop onto the floor, mind buzzing. But not the usual, angry swarm. No doom loop about your ex. No spiraling over texts left on read. You'd spent the last hour not thinking about any of it at all. You'd just… been with people. The room is the same as you left it – messy, chaotic, half-rotting with old grief – but the weight in your chest is lighter somehow.
Luna trots over, sniffs your hoodie, then climbs into your lap and curls up. You stroke her fur absentmindedly, the repetitive motion grounding you.
"I survived dinner," you whisper. "And I think… I made a friend."
Luna purrs. You take it as a sign.
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ᨳ♡₊➳ a/n: reader's social anxiety vs. yuji's trauma vs. choso's guilt 🧍‍♀️
thanks for reading, i've been having so much fun writing this fic and i hope you enjoyed! 🖤
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hebuiltfive · 1 day ago
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This is a long (and I really mean long this time) rant but I need to get it out somewhere because it's driving me mad and beginning to eat me alive.
Please feel free to scroll by! <3
Okay. So. I love my best friend more all my heart. We've spoken for over five years now, the last few years almost every day (which I think is part of the problem) and she came to see me in the spring which was so much fun! I love her, she's a brilliant friend and I'm so grateful she's in my life.
However, the last 6-ish months have been a rollercoaster for me and I've been doing a lot more with my time and really trying to overcome my mental health so I can actually move forward with my life. Because of that my time has become so much more difficult to manage and I've not been as available as I was before. We've gone from talking almost every day to every few days (which is mostly because I can't talk every day now).
My life has got busier and busier and it is exhausting for me to be in this stage of recovery. I'm constantly having to push myself and my boundaries to be able to get to the places I want to be in a year or two. Mentally, physically and socially, I get so, so tired. When I first joined the Thunderfam, for example, I had so much time on my hands so I spent it writing fics and planning new ones. Now, as you'll notice from my account, there is less being posted mainly because time.
Anyway, since my life has been getting busier, and my messages have been less frequent, my friend has been messaging me more. She's recently ended up with a lot of free time on her end I think and so she's been putting a lot of effort into writing this book she's been doing. (Which is so great and she shares her planning stuff with me all the time, which again I think is part of the problem - I'm the only one she shares her stuff with).
The only problem with this is that her messages recently have been feeling more on the line of guilt-tripping? And she 100% doesn't mean it that way, I know. But what started as like a funny meme she sent to me when I didn't reply for five days, she now sends after I haven't replied in five hours. Repeatedly. When she first started I was like 'lmao that picture always makes me laugh' which is why I think she sends it so often, but it doesn't feel funny now? It's starting to make me feel pressured.
But the fact that I know she doesn't mean it that way (and that I know she doesn't speak to many other people) makes it feel more difficult for me to say something? But at the same time I feel like I would never pressure my friend for a reply, especially when I've been told they were busy?
Let me give an example. On Tuesday I told her that I was probably going to go dark because my mum was on holiday from her work so I wanted to spend some time with her, and then I had this meeting on Friday which I knew would take all my energy from me for a few days. I told her all this and she was like that's fine, I hope it all goes well.
Literally the next day she's messaging me. Again, that's fine. I don't mind that. I always say to people you're more than welcome to message me when I don't reply because I'll get to it when I can. But then a few days pass and I'm starting to feel bogged down by my anxiety and the general exhaustion of doing things and my friend begins to message me with WHERE ARE YOU and I MISS YOU. Yes, in capitals. And I was just thinking... I literally told you?
Friday comes and I feel guilty for not having had the mental energy to reply (because I've found I can never just send one reply to her these days, and if I do it's an instant 'where have you gone'). I remind her I'm busy and I say to her that if I have the energy later I'll get to the replies. She says that's fine and there's no rush etc.
Except the messages I get later, and on yesterday, imply the opposite.
I literally was in bed all day yesterday. I slept so poorly Friday night because of all the left-over stress from the meeting so I was extra tired. I had 0 spoons left for anything. I finally send her a message after she sends me more messages, this time about sending out a search party (obviously as a joke but it made me feel like she was really worried, which is valid but just say that instead of sending a million messages asking where I am in capitals?)
I tell her that I've been exhausted and that's why I haven't had the chance to look at all her replies - most of which, btw, are about this story she's writing. I don't mind looking over her things because I'm the only one she sends things too and also because I like to support her in any way I can (it's just not as often at the minute, you know?)
Anyway, I give her my apologies and I'm like I'll reply when I can. Her first message was a joking OMG SHE'S ALIVE, which yeah. Okay. I'll take that. But then her second message? "Can you look at these two character descriptions and descriptions for all the houses I've done?"
It was 10pm. I'd already said I was exhausted from everything I'd been doing. In fairness, she did say I didn't have to and that it could wait, but when I said I'd rather wait because I want to read them with a brain that wasn't so tired and headachy, she replied (again in caps) OKAY I GET IT. Idk if it's because I've already been feeling pressurised but my brain read that as "okay I get it you don't want to read it/don't have time for me".
Then we message for longer. My headache got worse so I had to call it a night. This morning I had a multitude of things to do that sucked up the little energy I'd gained from sleeping so I had to take a pause to build it back up again. I'd planned on sitting down this evening to go through the stuff she sent me (which I'm still planning on doing hopefully). But this morning she sends me more photos (I'm assuming the same kind of 'memes', but I haven't opened them because if I look I'll have to reply and I didn't have the time this morning).
And I don't know how to tell her that basically "I love getting your messages and I enjoy chatting with you, but you've got to understand that I'm not as accessible anymore. Before you could message me at any point and I'd be there because I was just depressed in bed doing nothing, but now I'm moving forward with my life and these things take time to re-master for me. Always feel free to message me but maybe not 40+ messages in 4 days, some of those being messages that are kind of passive aggressive to make me feel bad so I reply faster?"
Like whenever I say to her "sorry for not replying sooner, I was..." whatever, she's always like "there's never any pressure to reply, I just get bored and miss your company"... but sending so many of those kinds of messages, where you're asking where I am even though I told you, or jokingly threatening to send a search party even though you know I'm just exhausted, kind of send a mixed message that there is pressure?
If this was a one-time thing then I probably wouldn't feel so bad about it? But it's becoming more and more frequent. Those photo memes she sends are literally sent if I don't reply within an hour. And I know I should do better by replying more often, even if it's just saying I can't right now, but she always tries to pull me into a conversation. If I say "i'll get to this later" and then don't reply to her further messages after that, the photos come out again.
Literally as I finished that sentence, she's just sent me ANOTHER photo message. Like messaging her in itself has become like a chore, and I HATE THAT. She's my best friend and I should love replying to her and receiving messages, but now it's getting a lot. Idk if it's because she recently quit her job and has all the time in the world for everything now or what, but her messages are getting excessive.
And we spoke about it literally just over a week ago. I said I'd try to do better with the whole texting her to say "I can't right now" but when I did before the end of the week/the weekend to basically say "look I won't be here and I won't be replying so don't worry okay" she STILL did the same, if a little worse this time? The messages were more constant.
I don't know what to say to her tbh. If I say stop messaging me so much, I don't want her to think I mean in general. And if I explain to her again that I don't have a lot of free time, I think she'll just forget again.
Anyway, if you've read this far, thanks. I did say it would be a long one 😂 this whole thing is just making me feel like shit. I think it boils down to her assuming I'm still available 24/7 and her not knowing how to deal with the fact that I'm not? Like yesterday she only seemed to care about me reading these pieces for her, which I normally don't mind, but after everything I'd said about not being around and feeling exhausted? It felt, and I hate myself for feeling this but it felt like that was all she wanted to talk to me about. Ugh. Even typing that out made me feel like shit for thinking it. I know it's not true, but the messages she's been sending feel like she's demanding my attention just for that, you know?
Okay, I'm done now 😂 Again, if you've read all this, I owe you a cookie or something! <3
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chosaraki · 3 days ago
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Growing Up Together.
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Jichang Kwak x R.femele ( Farmer )
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—Chungcheong, interior of South Korea
You hated visitors.
Especially those arranged by her mother, who never accepted that "quiet life in the countryside" meant just that - quiet.
But there he was, standing at your door as if he had come out of a police drama: imposing, centered, and completely displaced from his onion plantation.
- I heard a lot about you from your mother - said Jichang, his voice resonating grave, cutting the buzz of the late afternoon cicadas.
You leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, sweaty from the work in the greenhouse, with dirt on your nails and a wide T-shirt stained with fertilizer.
- I hope you didn't believe in everything. She exaggerates.
A corner of his lip moved, but it wasn't really a smile. It was... recognition. As if his answer had confirmed something he expected.
Your mother returned to the room with a tray: iced tea, cut fruit, a freshly baked cake that you knew was a trap.
- Sit with her, Jichang! She works miracles in that garden. Alone, see? The girl is an example!
You closed your eyes slowly, trying not to snort. When he opened it, he was still staring at you - but now sitting in front of you. The elbows resting on the knees, the look firm, but not aggressive.
As if he were... curious.
- Do you take care of everything by yourself? - he asked, taking a glass of tea, but without drinking.
- Since I was fifteen. I like it that way.
(It was true. The plants didn't talk, didn't lie, didn't judge.)
He nodded.
- It must be difficult to keep it all.
You shrugged, taking a piece of the fruit.
- It's hard to deal with people. The plants are predictable. They need water, sun, and a little affection. They don't complicate.
He looked around, observing the backyard, the tines, the greenhouse in the background.
- I understand. Guys, that's the problem.
You arched your eyebrow, surprised by sincerity.
- You... look like someone who solves problems, not someone who runs away from them.
- I used to be the problem - he said, without emotion. - Now I try to be the solution. It doesn't always work.
The silence that settled between you was not uncomfortable. It was the rare kind of silence in which two people recognize something in each other - without having to say it out loud.
Her mother was already talking to herself in the kitchen, satisfied to have "done her part". You knew she wanted to push you as a suitor. He probably also knew. But neither of them seemed bothered enough to run away.
- If you want to see the greenhouse, you'll have to wear boots. - You pointed your thumb at the corner of the room, where the extra pairs were.
- I can handle land - he said, getting up slowly.
- I don't promise delicacy.
You smiled for the first time that afternoon.
- Good. Neither do my plants.
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— Months later
The paperwork was quick. Faster than the heart could keep up.
You still hadn't gotten used to "my husband" escaping through your mouth from time to time - but he didn't seem to care. When you stumbled on the words, he just looked at you with that same look as always: quiet, direct, as if to say "it's okay like this".
Jichang woke up early, but you woke up even earlier.
The garden was his cathedral. The morning steam, the wet earth under his nails, the sound of the automatic watering cans that he helped fix. Everything was routine, but everything was alive.
He always passed through the side gate at 06:45 am. Uniform lined, firm expression, a lunch box ready in the lunch box and a note of yours attached with a magnet on the refrigerator door.
"Today there is peach pie. I ate a piece to test. It's good. I love you."
Or:
"I put more honey on the crust, but it's less sweet than me."
Or the most common:
"You still scare me sometimes. But I like it. Good patrol, come back soon."
He never answered with words. But the next day, the note came back with a word written on the back, in a black pen:
"I'm back."
And the pie pot was clean. Always clean.
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On weekends, he helped with the sale. With the shirt folded on the elbows, carrying boxes of carrots, tomatoes, apples. The children of the village ran by and said:
- Ahjussi! Give me that strawberry over there!
He answered with an almost military expression, but delivered the best of the basket.
- This one is sweet. But wash it before eating.
You laughed at the scene. He was a policeman who was once king of the streets, but there... selling his fruits, keeping change accurately, writing down every penny - he seemed more stable than the very soil you cultivated.
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At night, when he arrived and you were already preparing the dough for the next batch, he leaned against the door frame and kept watching you.
It didn't say "you look beautiful". But he took off his shoes in silence and washed his hands to peel apples on his side.
It was love. No flourishes, no promises.
It was presence. It was careful.
Sometimes, he passed his arms behind you, still in uniform, leaned his chin on your shoulder and said:
- Do you really need to use so much sugar?
You smiled.
- You live with the sweetness every day. You should already be used to it.
He kissed her cheek and replied, dry:
- I'm trying.
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And you continued like this.
Him, pruning dangerous silences.
You, watering the world with color and affection.
In a home where everything grew - even love, quiet, but abundant like the fruits of the backyard.
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- Warm night, end of harvest
The house was silent, except for the soft noise of the oven.
You took off the apple and cinnamon pie - the sweet smell filled the kitchen, while the heat of the firewood warmed your bare arms under the thin nightgown. I was alone for hours. He had left for a late night patrol.
When the door opened with the low sound of the keys turning, you didn't even turn around. I knew it was him. Only Jichang had that contained way of existing: firm, but without fanfare.
- The round was long - he murmured, taking off his shoes slowly.
- I left your piece in the fridge - you replied, stirring the tea that cooled. - But you can get it hot, if you want.
When he crossed the kitchen, his eyes didn't go straight to the pie.
They went to you.
- You're sweaty - he said, without censorship. It was just an observation, as always.
- I had the greenhouse open. Moisture helps new leaves.
You turned your face to him, your hair pinned anyway, your skin shining under the yellowish light. He was wearing his old nightgown, one of those that his mother said "didn't favor anything". But his eyes were fixed on you. And not in vegetables.
- Do you want a shower before eating? - you offered, in a neutral tone.
- Or do you prefer another type of refreshment?
It was light. Just Kidding. A tone I would use with any other. But not with him.
Jichang stopped.
And then, he approached.
The silence between you grew as it had been growing for days - from the long touches on the waist when he passed behind you in the backyard, the prolonged looks when you moved the dough, the nights when he lay closer than necessary in the bed you already shared.
- Another guy? - he repeated, stopping inches from you. The heat of his body was now stronger than that of the oven.
You swallowed hard.
- I can... - you started, but didn't finish. Because his hand was already on his hip, slowly going up his back, to the thin fabric of the sweater. He wasn't in a hurry. It never was.
- Are you sure? - he asked, the tone lower than a whisper. But the intensity of the gaze made the air vibrate.
You nodded, once.
He leaned you against the counter carefully, but firmly. He kissed his collarbone as if he were reading in braille, with the same concentration he used to analyze reports. His hands, calloused and heavy, held his waist like someone who holds living and fragile things.
You pulled his shirt by the buttons, your fingers trembling from the temperature difference between his body and the still warm kitchen.
When he lifted you on his lap - slowly, without urgency - you were surprised by the delicacy of that man so feared by others. As if he knew that there, among the smells of apple, mint and wet earth, you were too fertile soil to be touched in a hurry.
And that night, he picked you up with both hands.
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— Next day
You woke up with the sound of the kettle beeping.
The bed was still warm next to him. The messy sheet reminded you that he had returned more than once during the night - increasingly quiet, more intimate. There were no promises, only presence. A way of playing that said: "I'm here. I'm still."
You stretched slowly, feeling the sensitive skin where his fingers passed. You could still hear the echo of his breathing in her ear, the way he whispered his name without ever saying more than necessary.
When he went to the kitchen, he found the kettle on the fire and he on his back, shirtless, stirring the bread dough with big and bare hands. The sweatpants hung on the hips, marked with flour.
You stopped.
Just observed.
- Why are you looking at me like that? - he asked, without turning around.
- Because yes.
He finished stirring the dough, wiped his hands in a cloth and turned, still with his face calm, but his eyes... different.
Looser. More yours.
You walked up to him, running your hands down his back - those strong backs that yesterday bent over you with such reverence. He closed his eyes to the touch, tilting his head slightly.
- Hurting? - you asked, kissing the hot skin under the back of your neck.
- Hm. A little. But it's a good kind of pain.
You laughed, embarrassed, leaning your face between his shoulder blades.
He turned around. He ran his finger over his face, then over his lips.
- You make me out of control. And don't even try.
You shrugged.
- It's the side effect of very good pies.
He laughed. That way that almost no one saw.
You tiptoed, kissing his neck.
- Are you going to rest today?
- Only after helping you in the garden - he replied. - Yesterday you were... busy. He didn't take care of the new seedlings.
You looked at him, suspicious.
- Can you really stand playing the hoe after yesterday?
He took a step closer, and his hand fit his waist as if he had been born there.
- You challenge me, Y/n. And I don't usually retreat.
You smiled, leaning over to kiss him again - a slow kiss, with the taste of dawn and apple.
And so you followed the day.
Between watering cans and bags of fertilizer, between holding hands under the lettuce leaves, between long glances in the shade of the greenhouse.
Because the desire was still there.
But now mixed with affection, care.
Like the good land that receives the right rain.
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Y/n, a reserved farmer in love with her garden, lives a simple life in the countryside. Jichang Kwak, a former king of the streets now a police officer, enters his life by chance - and stays. United by the quiet routine, comfortable silences and mutual care, the two build a firm, sensual and deep love.
He, protective and intense.
She, sweet and resilient.
Together, they grow more than fruits: they build a home where even desire is born in fertile land.
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canisalbus · 2 years ago
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IDK if I'm phrasing this correctly, but in my brain, Vasco is, like, the personification (caninification?) of an afternoon chilling on a back porch swing.
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#ah#that's adorable#I can totally imagine him doing that#answered#anonymous#Vasco#to me he usually conjures the feeling of being warmed by sunlight#winters in northern Finland where I'm from tend to be pretty rough at least for me they are#they last about six months or so#sun starts to set earlier and earlier until it gets dark before 2 pm#in december the sun barely rises at all it's like this brief moment of twilight at noon between two 22+ hour nights#it gets harder to wake up in the morning and your energy levels plummet you go into battery saving mode#polar night messes up your brain seasonal depression gets really bad#and the cold and dark goes on and on and you feel like you'll never feel warm or happy or properly awake again#but eventually it starts to veer towards spring and on one day you notice that the sun is shining??!?!#not like bleakly and weakly but proper sunlight with warm hue and capability to actually warm the things it touches#you've forgotten what it looks like when it's truly light outside#and it's the craziest feeling to see bright natural light it blinds you and pierces right through into your very core#being kissed by the sun for the first time in months feels unreal it feels SO GOOD#I don't know it's probably not that big of a deal for people around me#but I personally react to things like changes in temperature and the amount of daylight pretty massively#I like to think that Vasco is a first ray of sunlight hitting you after you've spent what feels like an eternity in someplace cold and dark
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somegrumpynerd · 1 year ago
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Me all day long: hm I kinda wanna draw something but I can't decide what, I have a bunch of stuff I should work on but which one, hm how to decide
Me at 1am: Nightmare and his boys as red riding hood characters speedrun any%
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tardis--dreams · 11 months ago
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I actually realized i hate work. Won't be putting any effort into this anymore ♡
#sure whatever#it's funny because when i applied there i really really wanted this job#and it had nothing to do with that one person i got a little overly attached to#and when i started working there it was fine but i think really the only reason i liked it was because of that colleague#and now he's gone there's only annoying things left#also maybe i got too cuddled by him because he's always had my back until now#but i have to try to get things from the design team now and they just straight up ignore me lmao#like. my colleague asked me last week if i could ask them to edit some images which i did and they ignored me for 2 days#then HE sent them a follow up message and surprise surprise the images were there within 30 minutes#now again. he asked me to request some images and then built them into the journal#i request them. i hear nothing back. i send a follow up saying it's kinda important. i get nothing#oh well sorry man. guess you'll have to do that yourself after all (:#(i think it's really nice he's trying to give me so much more responsibility and all but if he's not there to back me up#it's literally not working because Everyone Is Ignoring Me :)))#also two weeks from now I'll be alone in our office because my other colleague who's in the same office as us#has announced she's gonna go share the office with someone else because she's gonna be alone otherwise#lol thanks#also some other shit someone posted in the group chat today which really pissed me off#AND the fact i got ignored AGAIN when i asked for work :) like bitches. i literally just watched netflix on my private laptop#while wiggling the mouse on my work laptop until i got off lmao#i won't go to the office tomorrow either#i was gonna go but i can't do shit there if i get ignored again#at least at home i can do whatever i want when they decide i should just get money for wasting my time ♡#i might actually just not work tomorrow#I'll probably log in just to see if there's any updates on the images situation but if not I'll fuck right off#fun times#(also maybe just maybe I'm generally a little negative these days. that may play into it. I'm sensing that sweet summertime blues ♡#((who cares if it's because of my father's death or because of my colleague's going away or because of general existential despair due to#university.... i'm just annoyed) )#void screams
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eraserbread · 4 months ago
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there's nothing your husband, nanami, loves more than watching you cook.
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he enjoys the way you get into it, crinkling your brow as you multitask from nursing your sauce to peeling your vegetables. he just loves everything you love, including your stupid, smutty tv shows and perpetually sad music.
if you carved a hole in his chest, you'd probably just see... you. every part that encaptures your soul.
tonight, you're cooking for him again wearing a matching pajama set you know he loves. you're wearing it as he slugs back in from work, frustration brewing and rising above his head like a spell. his shoulders are so heavy that it's palpable. you drop the knife in your hands.
"oh, kento." you purr, approaching him with your arms outstretched. in a single move, he drops his glasses and loosens his tie, ready for you to dote on fully. "I'm sorry you had a bad day."
"you're making something good?" he puts on a millisecond smile for you, closing his big hands across your back. the air around you smells like home, and you feel like it. soft to the touch and packed full of comfort and ease. it's why nanami married you -- there's no pain or adversity within these four walls. that's only a work thing.
"your favorite, f-
he chuckles, cutting you off from the tangent he knows you'll take him on. "I don't see you laid out on that stove."
"-ken!" you slap both hands across the bottom of his pretty face, flustered and blushing red. you knew he has a mind to say something risque, but it always surprises you when he does. he's still not the easiest person to read. "jus- just sit down and I'll finish up."
"mm, okay. take your time." nanami has to peel himself away from you, and it takes all of his might. on the upside, he can watch your back as you fuss around in the kitchen. silently, you check the pot of rice, noting the remaining cooking time, stir and lower the flame on your meat and head back to continue cutting on your board. nanami studies all of it. he truly loves you so much.
so, he can't help the fact that the beautiful meal you'd been doting over got a bit too crispy.
your nanami just had to taste you for himself, already two fingers deep into your aching cunt, he leans down between your thighs to lap at your sweetness. he could die between these thighs -- make a home in the cushioned, comforting skin and stay forever.
he needed your pheromones in a cologne -- your taste on the back of his tongue forever, because you were so delelectible. you're always insanely fucking pretty when you're mewling his name; lovely, scattered renditions only you can call him tumbling out.
he's dragging the thickness of his tongue between your folds, focusing the tip against your swollen clit. he has you right where he wants you, knowing its not enough to make you cum immediately, but just enough to send you over the edge.
you're sliding back on the counter, its slickness from your body and nanami's spit not making it very suitable to eat off of. neither of you care, because it's just so sweet to be in this shared presence.
it's so lewd to hear your husband's fingers fucking you over the sound of your dinner sizzling and burning. but, that's just exactly what you signed up for when you agreed to become
mrs. nanami kento
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httpsserene · 6 months ago
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1-800-HELP-ME-PARK — 𝐜𝐥. 𝟏𝟔 charles leclerc x fem!bipoc!reader smau (ignore dates on tweets pls). fluff, humor & probably crack adjacent. explicit language. two or three uses of "y/n." charles’ canonically questionable parking. reader goes undercover on f1twt. charles gets cyberbullied /jk. big thx to the twt girlies who had threads of charles' bad parking photos ;p
synopsis: fans notice that charles’ cars are suddenly being parked perfectly. come to find out, his (secret) girlfriend has been parking his ferrari like butter.
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༊࿐ ⊹ ˚ this is like mid-level charles leclerc stan knowledge. bro put all of his skill points into racepace and forgot about parking his daily cars😭 enjoy reading, my loves xxx
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f1fanpagemonaco the planets must be in alignment because charles leclerc has perfectly parked his ferrari this afternoon 😱
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user1 i-i can't believe my eyes 😧
user2 it's only taken him a decade to learn how to parallel park LOL
user3 monaco native here! can confirm- his cars have decreased cosplaying as road obstructions for about three months :)
user4 THREE MONTHS ??!!? how is this the first time i'm hearing about this ???
user5 i don't believe this. did anybody SEE him park the car 🤨🤨🤨
user6 we're going to find out this photo was ai generated in a couple weeks haha
user7 take this down !!! we're supposed to keep this on the dl to avoid jinxing ourselves 🤬
user8 fr, i thought every monegasque was in agreement about staying hushed :(
user9 after almost flying over the hood of his cars TWICE on my bicycle- i'm glad that he's improving his parking skills ☺️
user9 HIS BROTHERS AND FRIENDS IN THE LIKES IS EVEN CRAZIER??! CHARLES STAND UP FOR YOURSELF ⁉️⁉️
user8 didn't you just say that you almost crashed into his (badly) parked car in the comment above ? user9 i fail to see how that's relevant rn
user10 charles woke up saying "i understand it now" and performed the best parallel parking known to man
user11 y'all are getting ahead of yourselves. there's a very high chance that it was valet parking 🙄
user5 this is what i'm saying!!! user12 lol what if he decided to hire a private driver 🤣 user13 charles would neverrrrr—remember how he acted on the start-stop challenge we Carlos 👀 user14 he DOES NOT serve passenger princess ☠️
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[caption; she accepts watching sunsets on a yacht as a form of payment 😉]
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[caption; if anyone is looking for a chauffeur call me at 1-800-HELP-ME-PARK 😅]
franciscacgomes u have to take me on a joyride the next time i'm in monaco !!!
yninstagram yes! we'll ditch the boys for the day and collect some speeding tickets with the stradale ;p
yourfriend do you do weddings 👀
yninstagram weddings, birthdays, bachelor & bachelorette parties, etc. yourfriend how much do you charge? yninstagram 4 cheeseburger
charles_leclerc i thought i hired you for your exclusivity 😑
yninstagram shh mon amour you'll always be my favorite client xoxo
olliebearman if i get him for secret santa next year, i'm gifting him parking lessons 😆
yninstagram you'd be my favorite child if you did 🛐 olliebearman :DDD
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f1fanpagemonaco charles leclerc posts and deletes a photo of an unknown woman to his instagram story in the midst of a rampant discussion of his suddenly improved parking! it's captioned: "she accepts watching sunsets on a yacht as a form of payment." was this an accidental post of the rumored chauffeur that's behind the perfect parking of his vehicles?
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user17 the winky face emoji is making me think she's more than just his chauffeur 👀👀👀
user18 we really do need to open the schools :/
user19 bc how do you read the caption and not see that it's blatant confirmation that he's hired a driver?
user20 i don't even have to see behind that champagne flute to know that she's a baddie 😮‍💨
user21 now that i think about it, i think i saw a woman with this exact outfit walking a dachshund that could’ve been leo!!! wish we could see more of her face to confirm ☹️
user22 does anybody else think that this was just meant to distract us from the original issue of charles being unable to park a car???
user23 talk about it!!! user24 i mean it doesn't really matter if he can park anymore now that he's paying somebody to do it for him 🤷‍♀️
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f1fanpagemonaco the plot thickens 😱 the woman rumored to be charles leclerc's chauffer was caught parking his car and taking a photo afterward! this confirms her chauffeur status AND leads many to think that she's also the woman behind @/cl16sleftnipple on twitter. our discord members have hunted down what may be her instagram account too 🧐
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user25 why do i feel so violated!!! his chauffeur has been a double agent the entire time 🤯
user26 tbh charles better be paying her beautifully !!!
user27 iktr bc i would not try to convince everybody on the internet that he can park when it's really me doing all the work!
user28 i think i'm in love with her
user29 who is this diva 💜
user30 next thing you know we're gonna find out she has a tumblr for f1 ff's 😭😭😭
user31 i think somebody is leaking the plot to the next trending netflix original movie 👄
user32 lwk i think i could convince her to drive me around in my prius 🤥
user33 you forget how to speak around hot women and only have $12.32 in your checking acct—you couldn't even convince her to breathe the same air as you bestie 😘 user32 i know you like to think that calling me bestie after reading me to filth will make up for it, but it just makes me want to strangle you even more :)
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charles_leclerc if you're going to reveal who cl16sleftnipple is, at least get her job title correct 😠 she's not my chauffeur, she's my girlfriend and parking princess 👸🏾🤗😘🥰🤭🤤😚
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yninstagram can you believe that he doesn't like when i drive but he BEGS me to park ??? make it make sense 😅
charles_leclerc ma chérie you REFUSE to use the break pedal!!! yninstagram break pedals are 4 losers (i am speed 🏎)
user35 GIRLFRIEND???!!! 😵‍💫😵👻
user36 when you say girlfriend, do you mean that she's a friend who happens to be a girl orrrrrrrrrr?
charles_leclerc orrrrr girlfriend meaning l'amour de ma vie 🥰🥰🥰
user37 two pretty people in a happy relationship? 2025 isn't so bad 😌
user36 maybe the world is healing 🥹 user37 maybe charles leclerc wdc 2025 🫣 yninstagram pls don't jinx it 😩 go knock on wood rn 🫵🏾
user38 why did she go with "cl16sleftnipple" as her username???
yninstagram because it's my favorite one obv 😇 charles_leclerc what's wrong with my right nipple :(((( yninstagram idk it just looks at me weird sometimes... user38 how does a body part look at you weirdly 😀
user39 oh, this baddie is weird? say less, i'm sending her my credit card information rn
user40 charles leclerc core LMFAOOO
user41 waiiiiitttt does this mean she's not gonna use her fan acct anymore :(
user42 aw man i didn't even think about that; i was constantly on twt just to see what funny shit she was saying lol yninstagram if the people want more of cl16sleftnipple who am i to deny them 😌👐🏾
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yninstagram AITA for saving the citizens of monaco by parking my (25 F) boyfriend's (27 M) cars for him because he's incapable of fitting within two lines without being a road hazard?
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yourfriend TLDR: she lost the plot by starting a fan twt to try and save her bf's reputation (who's notoriously known for his shit parking) it backfired bc everybody thought she was his chauffeur
yourfriend (cont.) now charles has to suffer with the world knowing that he has his gf position his cars AND that he still can't park charles_leclerc this wasn't necessary 😒 yourfriend is that what you said when it was time to learn how to parallel park ☠️
lilymhe reminds me of the time charles blocked traffic picking you up from brunch last year 😆
franciscacgomes i remember when the honks started and yn was like "oh, that probably means charles is here!" lilyzneimer first brunch i went to with the wags and i left with tinnitus from the sound of car horns blaring 🥲 yninstagram sorry little lily! next meet up will be honk free :) yninstagram ...was v embarrassing to get into the car that's blocking traffic 🫠
oscarpiastri NTA 👍🏻
oscarpiastri is now a good time to say that charles almost backed his car into me before padel yesterday? charles_leclerc NO IT WILL NEVER BE A GOOD TIME TO SAY THAT yninstagram mb the electric scooter wasn't such a bad idea…
maxverstappen1 NTA 😹😹😹
lando thinking about how much money charles loses to parking fines 🤣
olliebearman not to pray on his downfall but
olliebearman when his license gets suspended can i get the spider 🥺 arthurleclerc NUH UH 🙅🏻‍♂️ i get the spider and you get the sf90 oscarpiastri i'll take the daytona then 👍🏻 pierregasly i think i can make room for the roma 😌 charles_leclerc yeah this isn't praying, it's PLANNING on my downfall 😒😒😒
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john price is a good man.
you can see it in the way he smiles as he orders his tea- everyday at 6:12am, herbal with two sugars- and as he stifles a laugh at the pun you leave on the side of his steaming cup- something about goldfish in a tank because you know he was military at some point- and he always, always, pours his change into the tip jar after you refuse to pocket the $50 he tries to hand you- he doesn't push because your manager is right there and he can't get his favorite barista in trouble.
and he is usually the only person in the shop that early- he knows that it picks up around seven so he makes sure he's there before that- and he's always up to talk about whatever you want to babble about as his drink steeps.
the new minecraft update and how you cried over it like you aren't a grown adult. ( 'it's embarrassing, crying over a mob in a video game that i've been plating since middle school. i am a grown adult, i should be crying over rent or taxes or something. 'i'd rather you not cry about anything, sweetheart').
how your roommate keeps leaving dishes in the sink and how it annoys you so much but you refuse to say anything about it. ('and i feel bad because we really get along and it's just this one thing that gets me but-' 'but nothin' sweetheart.' the you deserve to be taken care of, no chores, no worries goes unsaid)
how your manager makes you open and close the shop all alone even when he makes more than you. (that dick, john can make sure that you don't have to worry about mornings at least, he'll be there. you don’t have to worry about nights either, he'll get simon and johnny on it)
how your hourly wage just isn't cutting it anymore and you might have to find a second job to stay afloat. ('it's just a lot you know? i feel like i'm always fighting to keep my head above water.' 'you ever need help with anything you come to me, yeah sweetheart?' and you have no idea how much he means it.)
and eventually you have to seek him out. you got fired, your dick of a manager citing unprofessionalism and the company moving in another direction (it has nothing to do with the visit he got from that motherfucker in the cap with the union jack plastered on the front and some scot. but it really is his fault, john wouldn't have to do any of this if that snake would just treat you right). he doesn't even let you work your last day, just tells you to pack your locker and your check will be deposited next week.
john price is a good man and you know that because he gets you that second job. "bein' a barista is just like bein' a bartender. you'll be great sweetheart."
it's his bar you learn, just something small he and his colleagues bought after retiring from the SAS. you start working about four years, on the dot, after opening day- the man, kyle, says as he showed you around the building. he was your co-bartender, and johnny was some kind of chef for the minimal amount of food they served, and simon was security- whenever he was there anyway.
john mostly stayed in his office, save for the slower afternoon hours when he would join the four of you in your everlasting game of cards. (you've lost and you know it but they feel bad setting it into stone, so the game continues. kyle'll find a way to make johnny lose so you don't feel bad)
working at the bar was probably the best thing that happened to you in a long time. (best thing to happen to john too, but fucking your employee weeks after hiring them is bad business)
and to their credit, they keep you away from whatever side gig they have going on but you never feel out of place. (you don't question them when they randomly disappear in the middle of the week then come back at closing, brushing right past you into the back offices. you look past the blood, if there was an issue they would let you know).
that is until you get followed home by one of the regulars- it really was a one time thing, your car was in the shop and the walk isn't all that far in the daylight- and the only person you could think to call was your boss. john didn't leave the bar until the sun came out so you knew he wouldn't be asleep, and he told you to call him if you were ever in trouble and this was the closest you could get.
it took him less than five minutes to get to you and even less time to convince you that living so far was dangerous and that you could come stay with him until you found a nicer place. (you never question how he already had clothes in your size, or the exact hygiene products you had back in your old apartment.) but you let him guide you into his room, into his bed as he promises he'll make up the guest room another day. and you just let him hold you.
you don’t question how you never see the man again. you don't look twice as his name flashes across the tv screen and you don't think too far into his disappearance.
john price is not a good man, but you don't need to know that.
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yuukiiqwq · 1 year ago
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Satoru was confident that you liked him back. He was positive. He had no doubt in his mind that you were going to be his pretty little wife. Is he getting ahead of himself? Sure, he is, but he's that confident. That's until he noticed how he hadn't received any chocolate from you.
It was Valentine's Day, and he still hasn't received any chocolate from you. Yeah, he had a mountain worth of chocolate from all those people who gave him it, but where was yours? He couldn't find it anywhere. He was sure that you would have placed your chocolate on his desk since you hadn't given him his. He double no triple checked all the chocolates, yet he could not find the one that has your pretty little name written on it. He continued to search through the chocolate pile for the fourth time today.
He must have missed it, right? Or did someone steal it? He swear he's going to hunt that person to the end of the Earth. Who dared to steal something that was rightfully his?
"Satoru, calm down."
He looked up at his best friend, who was trying to hold down a laugh at his panic.
"She'll probably give it to you later. The day just begun."
Right. Suguru is right. You'll give him his chocolate later. He's a good boy. He can wait.
That's what he told himself, but Suguru and Shoko have already received theirs this morning, and his is still nowhere to be found. Where is his chocolate? You're just sitting there in your seat, looking all pretty as if Satoru is not going through a huge dilemma because of you.
He couldn't help his hands that kept inching itself closer to the chocolate you gave Suguru. He wouldn't know if he snatched it, right? Suguru had received a lot of chocolate! He wouldn't know if he took it... was what he convinced himself before Suguru slapped his hand away.
"Satoru," he sighs.
"But Suguru!!!" Satoru whined as he sunk down into his seat.
"Be patient. You'll get yours soon."
But how soon is soon? Satoru isn't exactly known for his patient.
It was the end of the day, and still no chocolate from you. He asked Suguru and Shoko to leave first because he thought you would finally give it to him when both of you were alone. But you haven't. Where was his chocolate?
The two of you were approaching the exit of school, so Satoru made a quick decision, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into an empty classroom. He quickly shut the door and locked it.
"Satoru?" You asked in confusion. "What's wrong?"
"My chocolate."
"Your chocolate?"
"My chocolate from you! The symbol of your love towards me!"
"I didn't make you any," you replied smoothly. "Forgot to make them yesterday, so I woke up early today to make them, but I guess not early enough. I only had time to finish Shoko's and Suguru's. I didn't have time to make yours. Otherwise, I would have been late."
Satoru swear the world just ended. He looked down at his chest because he swears his heart ripped out of his chest at your words. Nope. Still alive. Why is he still alive in this cruel world? You had no chocolate for him? None? Not even a crumb?
"That's fine with you, right? I mean, you got a bunch of chocolate from other girls! You don't need mine."
He swear he is about to burst into tears. He didn't care about other girls. He didn't care about their chocolate. He wanted yours. How could you be so cruel and deny him of your chocolate? To reject him like this? He was devastated. No. Beyond devastated. Where is the closest cliff so he can jump off?
Pure silence radiated the room as Satoru tried to comprehend this horrible situation. Then he heard a small giggle slip pass your lips. That small giggle soon turns into a full-out laugh.
"You should have seen the look on your face, Satoru," you say as you try to stop laughing.
Was this funny to you? Why were you laughing at his suffering? Do you know how much he looked forward to today? To receive the cute little wrapped up chocolate you made for him? He dreamed of today, and you didn't have chocolate for him?
He then sees you reach into your bag and pull out exactly what he had imagined. A cute little chocolate box wrapped up in a baby blue color with a touch of white ribbon to finish it off. Fuck. He thinks he just got a heart attack seeing your chocolate. His chocolate.
"Princess, please don't joke like that to me ever again. You scared me half to death. I was going to jump off a cliff," he whined as he took the chocolate from your hand.
You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his dramatic behavior. "Stop being dramatic, Satoru. It's just chocolate."
A look of offense dawned his face as you utter those horrendous words to him.
"Chocolate? Just chocolate?" He huffed at you. He can't believe you as you treat this amazing god send gift as just chocolate. "Don't you dare call this just chocolate! This! This right here is proof of your undying love towards me!"
You laughed at his antics– "You're getting ahead of yourself, Satoru."
He delicately placed the chocolate safety away in his bag, treating it as a prized possession. He's looking forward towards white day. He already knows what he wants to get for you. He pulled you into a hug, nuzzling his face against your neck as he mutters– "You won't be saying that after I wife you up."
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yoiisa · 2 months ago
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It is possible to write with Blue Lock Bys (Yukimiya, Reo, Rin, Michael, Shidou and Isagi) with a s/o who has high libido. Please😫😈
of course darling hehe (⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝)
part 2 with sae, barou, nagi, and ness is here!
all characters aged up (20+)! Tags: pwp ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ), dirty talk, unprotected sex, p in v, begging, thigh humping (yukimiya), lingerie kink (reo), fingering (rin), oral sex f! receiving (kaiser), car sex, slight degredation (shidou), and body worship (isagi), please proceed with caution as this is smutty!!
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➜ yukimiya kenyu would be such a tease with you, but like, in a knowing way ➜ like he'd pretend to jump at the opportunity to sate your appetite, but actions speak louder than words, and he would tease you by continuously putting sex off until you're actually dying for it ➜ he wants you begging for it, because then he can finally take care of you fully, caring for your every need with intense diligence ➜ he's very particular about enjoying every little detail about you, so by teasing you and drawing out your need so much, he thinks it helps him experience everything more intensely ➜ and it most certainly ensures you feel everything more intensely
"Kenyu, please~" you whine as you sit on his lap. "Please..." "What is it baby? he coos softly. It's sarcastic, you know, but still the rumble of his voice is something, and you're so desperate right now you'll take something over nothing any day of the week. Your hips begin to rub against his thighs in an unconscious effort for friction. Your eyes close as you rest your head on his shoulder. A small sigh of relief escapes your lips as Yukimiya allows the ministrations, and a tiny smile pulls at your mouth. At least there's this. Something over nothing, remember that- "Baby, I told you, at the end of this chapter, I'll-" Yukimiya's hand moves to you ass, gripping it tightly, trying to still your hips. "Kenyu, you said that three chapters ago!" your voice is high pitched and almost manic as a particularly sharp sensation of pleasure echoes through your body. You fist his shirt and nuzzle into the crook of his neck. "Mmmmm- please Ken, I . . . I can't take this anymore~" With a sigh, he closes his book. He sets it off to the side and wraps his arms around you, pulling you tighter against him. You begin kissing at his neck and jaw, your tongue darting out to taste his skin. You feel like you're floating, everything about Yukimiya furthering how deep you spiral into a sweet needy mess for him. "Okay, come on," he says sweetly, kissing your temple. "I'll give you exactly what you need my sweet baby." You can only preen at the idea that you're finally getting what you want as he lifts you bridal style from the couch and kicks the bedroom door closed behind you two with his heel.
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➜ oh reo mikage my king ➜ i think reo's favorite hobby when it comes to people he cares about is spoiling them rotten, so if you have a high drive, he's all for it, 100% ➜ if you come calling, he'll drop everything for you. ➜ also, bonus! in my mind, this man has a thing for lingerie, so you better fucking believe that this man has an entire section of your closet just dedicated to different sets. ➜ maroon, black, lavender, navy blue, gold, in silk, satin, lace, and whatever else your mind can conjure up. If you can think it, he has probably bought it and fucked you in it ➜ after all, he has the time and the resources, and he's nothing if not generous, so why not make the most of it?
Reo ran his hand over his face, then threading his fingers through his hair. The hour was wearing on him, he could feel the ache settling into his bones. He stands and walks to a chaise in his study, pouring a drink for himself and sipping it. However, he barely gets two sips down his throat before the glass is being forced away from his lips. His eyes widen and he looks down to see you, with your fingers gently pushing at the rim of his glass. You're dressed in a lavender silk robe, the fabric hanging loosely over a peak of lace hugging your skin. His pupils enlarge as he takes in the teasing glimpse and you laugh softly at his expression. "I . . . thought you might be stressed," you say, taking the glass from him and setting it on a table next to the chaise. "I wanted to come help." He's silent for a moment, before a smirk tugging at his lips. A soft blush paints his cheeks and he cups your face lovingly in his hands. "Is that the only reason?" You pout and wrap your arms around his neck, giggling softly. "Hmmm . . . no~" And that's how you end up on the chaise, your legs bent over his shoulder. Your panties are pulled to the side, and your bra is still on, but your robe has been tossed somewhere far behind the two of you. Reo hovers above you, dragging moans and cries of pleasure from your mouth with each deep thrust into you. He's intoxicating, and you can't seem to get enough of him. And as you stare deep into his eyes, you know he feels the same. As you reach your peak for the third time that night, your eyes flutter closed, your back arches, and he welcomes it with a sharp inhale of his own and a kiss pressed against the hollow of your throat.
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➜ i feel like rin itoshi's drive isn't the highest thing in the world ➜ like, he enjoys sex and he with you he really enjoys it, but it's never been his priority in the relationship ➜ also I feel like between soccer practices and other responsibilities he gets tired pretty easily ➜ that being said, he does still want to help you out whenever you get needy, so when he's too spent to use his cock, he resorts to his next best thing ➜ or in my opinion, my fav thing about him: his fingers
"Rin!" you gasp, clinging to his body like a madman. His fingers delve deftly inside of you, curling at all the right angles, and sending sparks of pure bliss throughout your lower body. When your hips give a particularly harsh buck, he tsks and grabs your ass with his free hand. "Stop moving so much," he growls. The deep cadence of his voice sends another thrill of pleasure in you and you nuzzle your head deep into neck. "Sorry, 't just feels so good," you mewl. "I love it so much . . . ah~!" A smirk appears on Rin's face, but just as quickly as it comes it vanishes. He licks his lips as he stares down at your disheveled appearance. Your hair is disheveled, and your bare from the waist down. You're not wearing a bra, so he can see the outlines of your chest as it heaves beneath your shirt, which hangs loosely over your frame. When you pull back from his neck, the look in your eyes almost makes him finish right then and there. They glisten with tears of pleasure, and are lidded. He can see the pleasure you're feeling etched into every line of your iris, and love is mixed within that. He feels a tight pull in his chest and he can't help himself from leaning down and catching your lips in his. His tongue immediately delves into your mouth, exploring your mouth. You moan softly into his mouth and he sighs. His fingers don't let up at all, continuing to tease and prod and touch every crevice it can reach. You start to writhe in his arms, but he holds fast, keeping you still. You have no choice but to succumb to his assault on your core. Rin kisses you as you finish on his hand, groaning as you go all sweet and pliant in his hands. When he pulls back, you slump against him like a rag doll and he huffs out a hoarse laugh. As you regain your bearings, he lifts his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean.
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➜ michael kaiser operates entirely on his own schedule, so to be honest, if he's not in the mood, you're kinda screwed ➜ but if he is in the mood, YOU are in for it ➜ all his want and desire make your neediness seem like nothing ➜ also, kaiser's got some good ass stamina, so if you set him off, you better pray your drive doesn't fizzle out because this man is getting his fill of you ➜ whether it's on his tongue or on his dick
You squeal as your boyfriend practically chucks you onto the bed. You look over your shoulder and your heart stops beating after you catch a glimpse of the sheer delight on his face. His smile is cocky and powerful and is so goddam sexy. You match his smile and flip onto your back, pushing yourself up on your forearms as Kaiser practically crawls on top of you. Kisses on your mouth turn to kisses on your neck, which turns into kisses along your chest, then your stomach, and before you know it, he's shirtless, you're naked, and his kissing the inside of your thighs. Your hands thread through his hair and he stares up at you, his blue eyes lidded and wanton. His tongue is gentle at first, testing the waters of your arousal, but soon he's lapping at you like a madman. His tongue works wonders on your core, leaving you fully satisfied but still achy for more at the same time. You know it doesn't make any sense, but the "Please" and the "More" still drip from your mouth even as he's delivering everything you've been craving since morning. And he is well aware of the effect he's having on you. You can feel his mouth twist into a smirk against you and it only drives you crazier. Your hands tug at his hair and he hisses, sending sweet vibrations through your core. Your whimpers and moans continue to build in pitch and volume, before finally, you're exploding on his tongue with a sharp call of his name. When Kaiser pulls back, he takes in your mussed appearance with a heat in his eyes and a smirk on his lips. His lips and chin glisten with your fluids. He licks his lips as he settles his hips in between your thighs and gives a sharp grind. "Don't give out on me just yet liebe," he coos. "I'm not done with you yet."
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➜ shidou ryusei matches your freak the best on this whole list I think ➜ he will be down for whatever and whenever you want, but also . . . wherever you want ➜ shidou lives for the thrill of life, and chases the high of something new and exciting, so if you're high sex drive comes with promises of that, sign him the fuck up!
"Ryu!" you cry out as he yanks on your hair. The two of you have climbed into the backseat of the car. You're pressed up against the leather of the seats, with his chest flush against yours. You squeal and a slutty smile etches itself onto your face as he licks your neck. "Ryu~ ah . . . oh my god- slow down-ah." "Slow down, huh?" Shidou growls, his lips pulling into a smug smile. "Why~? You were just begging for it a few minutes ago." "I-I know, but- holy shit, you- ah!" You didn't even know it was possible for someone to fuck like this, but here he was. One hand perched on the roof of the car, the other holding the dip of your waist. His face moves from your neck to between the shoulder blades, and he litters kisses there, and sucks bruises down your spine. He travels back up to your shoulder and nips at the skin there, his hips never faltering once in their rhythm. "God I love this little body of yours so much," Shidou whispers hotly against the curve of your ear. "Every single time I see you, fuck, you don't even know how hard you make me." "Mmmmmm," your head tilts back, resting on his shoulder. "I think I do," you whine. "Yeah, can you feel it babygirl? It's all hard and deep inside of you isn't it?" he laughs, the sound sharp and hoarse in your ear. To anyone else, it might be grating, but all it's serving to do right is bridge you closer and closer to the edge. "Fuck! Ryuseiii, I'm gonna- uh! Wait- I, I-!" your eyes go cross and your body shakes with violent tremors. You bite down on your lip to try and keep quiet, but Shidou presses his hand to your lips, prying them open. "Come on now, lemme hear those sweet, sweet- fucking I'm gonna come too. Oh, fuck, fuck, yes. Fuck!" The two of you lean into one another, sweat slicking your bodies as you reach your peak together.
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➜ my babygirl isagi yoichi is the easiest to get seduced by you ➜ i had this idea for a fic a long time ago where he comes home and your really needy and it was this whole ovulation type thing, but basically the point boils down to, if you want it isagi will give it ➜ in my mind, he's the most flexible to appeal to whatever type of sex you want, whether it be hard and rough or soft and loving ➜ as we all know he's super adaptable and that carries over during sex, so yay to anyone who's dating him!
Sunlight filters in through the window, the early morning glow giving everything a soft halo to it, including you. You and Isagi are laying on your sides, your chest pressed against his and your leg tossed across his hips. One of your arms are wrapped around his neck and the other trapped between your bodies, your hand intwined with his. A soft blush paints your cheeks and his, and you stare into Isagi's deep blue eyes through your lashes. His strokes are deep and send soft whimpers flowing from your lips. Each whisper of his name only sends Isagi down a path for more, more, more. "Pretty," you whisper, "you look so pretty like this Yoichi, mmm!" He huffs out a dry laugh and shakes his head. Compared to how you look right now- flushed cheeks, dilated eyes, plump lips ready for kissing- he can't imagine how he could even compare to your beauty. You clench down around him and he groans. "You feel so good," he sighs, closing his eyes. His hand squeezes yours and he leans in to nuzzle his nose against yours. "Even this early in the morning . . . how do you always feel so good?" You giggle softly, the sound dissolving into a moan. "Mmmm . . . Yoichi, I love you . . . I love you so much- mmph!" He cuts you off with a firm kiss. He can feel himself getting closer and closer to the end and an embarrassing threatens to escape his lips. For the sake of his dignity, this is the best move. His tongue brushes against yours, and your quick to return his kiss with just as much fervor. He finishes before you, but that's okay. As he says while your panting from the kiss, "It's still early. We have enough time for two- maybe three rounds. Are you okay to keep going?" All you can do is nod, and he continues earnestly, flipping you onto your back and ensuring this time you finish.
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a/n: this was a beast to write, especially Shidou. Although I appreciate his freak, I fear I cannot match it as well as I would like lol, so I had to really brainstorm with his to make sure they all didn't just sound the same (˶˃⤙˂˶)
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