#but i laugh with him now and i love him and i know he wasn't cruel on purpose

[dcxdpdabbles]

Holiday request: child support

John is in a meeting with the Justice League when Clockwork comes knocking. It's a regular update on security and safety procedures, the kind of boring stuff John would have customarily skipped out on, except that this meeting also covers how to provide younger teams support.

Teams that his son was a part of. If Danny was ever on a mission, that could have ended in him passing simply because some wanker didn't know how to find him or how to help him in time?

So here was John, half slumped over his chair as Batman droned about procedures and policies. He had barely gotten through Wonder Woman's long lecture on support combat.

He was thinking of grabbing a coffee- John's been working on his drinking after making a promise to try and get sober for his son- so he was replacing the urge for alcohol with coffee. It was one of the hardest things he's ever done.

Thankfully, he knows some spells that help with withdrawals. It's better than the alternative, even if some days are shitter than others.

"Hello, Johnny," Coos, the Ancient being of Time, flouting before him in his human form. John can feel every hero's jaw drop even as he smiles awkwardly at the other parent of his child.

"Clockwork." He greets, eyes taking in the gorgeous features of Time. He nods his head towards the bag, flouting by Clockwork. "Lovely to see you as always. Got a gift for me?"

"Hmm." Clockwork flouts down, landing on his feet and surveying the room. His pure red eyes sparkled in amusement as the awestruck members of the Justice League. Even Batman seemed momently thrown- though if that was because of Clockwork's beauty or the insane amount of power pushing down on all their souls was anyone's guess.

"I've come to spend a weekend with my son. And you, I suppose, if you do not mind housing me." Clockwork says, at last, patting the bag. John feels his mouth go dry. Yes, he slept with Acient before and wouldn't be opposed to another round, but Clockwork wasn't his average ex.

Clockwork held the entire multiverse at the tip of his fingers, suspended on his amusement, and it could all be destroyed with a mere snap from the other. If he found disproved of even the slightest thing about how John was raising Danny, he could kill billions of people, or worse, he could take Danny away.

John feels cold dread grip his heart even as he laughs. "Of course, I can house you. I hope you won't find being in the human world too much hassle."

"Oh no. I have the perfect disguise to blend in with the humans." Clockwork assures, pulling out a pair of fetching glasses and a white cane. He places them on his head and taps his stick on the ground before grinning. John finds himself instantly spotting the same cocky curve to Danny's own grin, and his heart swells.

"Now, where is my boy? It's been years since I last saw him." Clockwork pauses before shrugging his head. "Or it's only been nine months in this realm. Still a long time for my son."

The Ancient snaps his fingers, ripping a portal open to the front of Danny's school. He offers his arm to the blond man, nodding toward Gotham Academy. The soft ring of the dismissal bells rings as students start pouring out of the front door in drones. Classes for the day have just ended.

"Come along, Johnny. Guide me." John shoots the Leauge an apologetic smile, knowing they will understand how important this visit is. He loops his arm through Clockwork, while heaving the man's bag over his other shoulder. The soft tapping of Clockwork's cane on the ground is the portal's only sound before it slams closed.

It cuts off the explosion of noise the Leauge makes, but with all those overlapping voices, John has no idea who said what.

Danny walks out of the school with Damian, Jon, and Colin, laughing and beaming at the younger boys. Clockwork pauses for a few seconds before he beams.

"You're doing a great job, Johnny." The Ancient says just as Danny's gaze locks on them. His face fumbles with ripples of emotion before lighting up in glee. He races towards them with a gutted shout, "Father!"

Clockwork opens his arms just as Danny slams into him. John steps back, but the Ancient grabs the sleeve of his trench coat and drags him into the hug.

"A really great job." The non-human whispers into John's ear. He feels a soft caress against his magic as if Clockwork was brushing the hair out of his face. His heart flutters softly, even as Danny beams at them, and various teenagers panic at his boy's beauty.

Something tells John that having his ex visiting won't be as bad as he initially thought.

[my-castles-crumbling]

first love - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 395

The air is quiet as Sirius passes Harry another tissue, squeezing his Godson's shoulders while he blows his nose and wipes at his eyes.

"First loves are difficult, Haz," Remus murmurs sagely from Harry's other side, squeezing his knee and giving him a reassuring smile. "I know it feels awful, now, but Sirius and I are here for you, and it'll get better. Promise."

"How long did it take you both to get over your first loves, then?" Harry asks a bit desperately. He's been crying for a good twenty minutes, now, and it seems he's welcoming the distraction.

Sirius frowns at the question, but Remus seems to be ready with an answer. "It was a summer thing for me," the tallest man says, shrugging. "I think I always knew it would end, so I was prepared for it. It hurt, but I was okay with it."

Harry nods in understanding. "Yeah, Ginny and I...I new we would end, but it still..." his lip quivers as he holds back tears. All Sirius can do is squeeze his shoulder harder. "And you, Sirius? How long did it take you, then?"

But Sirius still has no answer. Because, honestly, he never had to get over his first love. "I...I'm afraid you're not going to like my answer, Harry," he says sheepishly, pulling back a bit. "That is, I don't really have one to give."

"Oh, come on," Remus cuts in, looking a bit annoyed. "Don't pretend like you're made of steel. You took a bit to get over McKinnon! And MacDonald!"

But Sirius just laughs at that. "They weren't my first loves. Neither of them. It sucked a bit when we broke it off, yeah, but...It's always been you, Moons. What I felt for them...it wasn't a tenth of what I always have felt for you. You were my first love. And, hopefully, my last."

The look Remus gives him them holds so many emotions. Sirius wants to dive into the depths of his husband's adoring stare.

"That doesn't help me feel better at all, you know," Harry pipes up, rolling his eyes.

"Aww, sorry, Prongslet!" Sirius apologizes, pulling Harry into another hug. "Though with the way you look at Lucius Malfoy's son, I wouldn't be surprised of you look back and find you feel the exact same way about him that I do about Moony."

"Oi!"

[kailoweenie]

*⁠.⁠✧My good Looking Boy

Dae-ho/player 388 x GN! Reader

Author's note: no games/debt AU, established relationship, a bit of angst in terms of his insecurities yet mostly fluffy for the guy!!

I love him so much, Also I'm going to keep most of my fics as gender neutral as possible!!

It was just one of those lazy days in your shared apartment room. You were sat side by side on the comfy sofa, his arm lazily stretched on top of the plush cushion, all his focus on the TV screen.

He let out a soft chuckle, pointing out a funny joke that was said on the screen which you merely nodded in response. You paid no mind to what he was watching, more focused on the man himself than the screen.

The black locks of hair almost reached his shoulders, opting to tie a small part of his hair up and leave the rest as it is.

It was how he usually styled it. You've seen it times and times before, yet, it didn't stop you from admiring him every time he did so. How he'd run his hand through his hair, brushing them back behind his ear, taking out one of his spare hair ties- the ones you bought for him- before splitting the upper part of his hair and pulling it into a small pony tail.

It took him a few more minutes before he finally noticed your gaze on him. He tilted his head as he spoke "what's up?" A small giddy smile on his lips as he turned his focus towards you

"your hair." You responded "it's really nice." You quickly added on afterwards

He smile falters a bit, seemingly a bit surprised at your words, his hand slowly reaching up to the back of his head, his fingers threading his locks of hair.

"you...you think so?" He sounded almost insecure, not truly sure if you were serious or not. Considering its length and how his...dad always seemed to have berated him for it.

Despite moving out years ago, his father's words seemed to still stick to him even now.

"yeah. It looks nice, especially when you tie it up like this" you nudged your head towards the tiny pony tail. Hand slowly reaching out to idly twirl the hair around his nape, an adoring smile on your face that practically made his heart flutter in response.

He glanced away for a moment, composing himself before looking back, a giant grin on his face this time as he leaned in closer. Like he was about to tell you a secret

"you know....a lot of people...they get really jealous when they see my hair and I can't blame them. It's really nice isn't it?" He chuckled, flaunting off his hair in a joking manner.

Even as he waves off the compliment, the flush on his face betrays his words "oh stop it..." He rubs one of his flushed cheeks, trying to ease the embarrassment he was getting for being so flustered easily.

You chuckle alongside him, your focus never leaving his face as you spoke "I'm being serious Dae-ho, you're good looking.”

He soon regained composure, not yet ending the conversation. "ya know, I've seen more good looking people. For example" he raised a pointer finger up before poking you gently on the forehead, a playful smile on his lips "you."

You rolled your eyes at his antics, your own smile still present on your lips. "Then it seems we're both good looking then. It's just that you're my favorite good looking boy~" your words were playfully flirty, but the hint of genuineness was easily caught on by him.

He reached for your hand, resting it on top of yours. "I appreciate you so much..." He trailed off before his gaze flickered towards the TV. "but also, we totally just missed half of the movie" he pointed out with a small laugh. Though he wasn't upset by it at all.

He meant every word he said. Any moment talking to you...he appreciates every single second of it.

[sanguineterrain]

"they're giving me a few minutes to try and talk some sense into you." With Jason? As either the speaker or the one being spoken to? 🙏

This one was a thinker to come up with an idea for but it was fun to write!!

jason todd x gn!reader. reader is a civilian turned rogue from experimentation and is jason's ex. reader has poison ivy-esque abilities. tw violence, threats, angry reader who tries to hurt jason. happy ending.

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You've lost count of the days. You're not even sure where they're keeping you. It's a cell, but it's not in an asylum. It's not in a prison either.

Wherever it is, it makes your teeth itch. You haven't seen another human since you got caught. Once, someone tried to leave you food through a slot in the door, but you messed that up by grabbing their hand and trying to claw them.

So now the food trays get dropped from the ceiling. You're too weak to attempt any crawling ivy up there.

You're sitting against the wall dozing when the door slides open with a quiet chirp.

Jason Todd walks in, dressed like a civilian. He looks comfortable in his Gotham U sweatshirt and jeans, but you know better. You see the small blade in his pocket and the way he sets his shoulders. You knew him too well and for too long to think that this is a regular visit.

Still, you're shocked to see him. After all, he broke up with you.

"Well, this is special," you say, unable to keep the bitterness from your words. "Am I finally being interrogated?"

Jason looks at you mildly. "They let me have a few minutes to talk some sense into you."

You scoff. "They sent you to do that?"

He's quiet for a moment. Then he walks over and sits across from you, on the floor. He crosses his legs.

You can touch him from this distance. Hurt him.

"I can help," Jason says. "If you'd let me."

"Is that Batman I hear coming out of your mouth?"

That renders him silent. You take the chance to speak, drive the knife into his gut.

"So I wasn't enough to stay for before, but as soon as I cause a little trouble, get experimented on and become a real threat, you come running? Was my old self too boring for you?"

"You didn't bore me. You know that's not why we broke up."

"I don't know, actually," you snap. "You dropped off the face of the earth one day and now you're here."

Jason shakes his head. "I know. I'm sorry. I should've—you deserved better than me. I thought I was doing you a favor by leaving."

"Oh, God, you're a cliche!" You throw your head back and laugh, the sound hollow. "Don't give me that martyr bullshit. We were happy. You were a coward."

"I was," he says. "I was cowardly and selfish and stupid."

Your eye twitches. Jason's softness rankles you. What happened to the Red Hood who beats rogues into submission? Talking sense wouldn't mean an actual conversation.

Then again, Jason probably doesn't take you seriously. He only remembers you as the harmless civilian that would tend to his bruises and make him eggs in the morning. He didn't see you break out of a lab or destroy everything in your path until Batman restrained you.

He thinks you're good. Gentle. Easy to love. You'll prove him wrong.

"I could've killed if I wanted to," you say. "Did you see what I did to Dick? I did a lot of damage."

"I saw," Jason says, leaning back on his hands.

You grit your teeth. "Well, I'm sure he'd prefer me locked up. Bruce, too. And you. Two problems solved in one."

"No one wants to lock you up. Anyway, I wouldn't let 'em. I know how to recognize someone in need of a second chance."

That pushes you over the edge, referring to you like you're just a common thief on the street in need of mercy. You don't need anyone's mercy, least of all his.

You lash out, savagely bracing your arm and aiming for Jason's throat. He feints your attack and catches you both, landing on his back on the floor. You just as quickly wrap your other hand around his throat.

Your powers are weak in this cell after they injected you with something that burned, made the hatred inside of you shrivel up for a brief respite. In this weakened state, you have to make skin contact to inflict any real damage, and Jason knows that. Jason's beyond smart enough to figure out how your abilities work.

You manage to push out a single vine from your hand. It's a little brown, a little dead, but it's strong enough to curl around Jason's neck and hold on.

You hear noise outside, a muffled shout of alarm. Jason raises a hand calmly, signalling them to back off. You feel him swallow against your vine.

"'S okay," he says, loud enough to carry outside of the cell, steadily looking at you. "We're just talkin'."

"Is that what we're doing, Jason?" you ask, rage tunneling your vision.

"Sure it is. If I say we're talking, then we are."

"Even if I hurt you?" you snarl. "I'm a criminal. I went crazy. That's why they put me here."

Slowly, Jason rests a hand on the middle of your spine. It's warm and solid. Your stomach jumps at the feeling. It's been so long since he's touched you. It used to be your normal, Jason touching you, holding you, sharing your bed.

"You're not a criminal and you're not crazy," he says softly. "You're in pain, and you're angry, and this feels like your last resort."

Something cracks in your chest. The day you said those words to Jason rushes back to you. It had been raining and you'd found him on your fire escape, helmet off, eyes thick with tears. He hadn't been able to go through with his plan for Bruce.

"Why don't you use the knife in your pocket?" you ask. He could sever your vine at the root. It would sting and make you cry. He could make you weak.

"'Cause I don't wanna hurt you," Jason says. "If this is what you need to feel in control, so be it."

Your grip tightens. Jason grunts and rubs his hand up and down your spine. His other hand goes to your hip and squeezes.

"I can hurt you," you say, trying to believe it.

Jason nods. "That's okay, baby. It'll heal."

Tears spring to your eyes and you close them. "Don't call me that. You left me."

"I'm sorry. It's the worst mistake I ever made."

More tears pool. Your voice shakes. "They did awful experiments. They—I'm not normal anymore. An' I'm so angry."

"I know, sweetheart," he murmurs. "I know. 'M so fuckin' sorry. I'll kill 'em. When I find 'em, I'll hunt down every single one that did this to you."

"You just came back because I'm a case to solve," you say. Your vine is slipping. You want Jason to hold you instead.

"I came back because I missed you and because I wanna help you. It was a mistake to leave."

"What if this is how I am? Permanently?" you whisper. It's been in your head since you were lucid enough to realize what they did to you in that lab. What your attackers called a blessing feels more like a curse. And it might not ever go away.

"Then we'll go on from there," Jason says. His hand goes from your hip to your face. He strokes your cheek.

"Just like that?"

"Just like that."

Your vine thins out and slackens completely. Tiny, red flowers bloom as Jason pets you. You quickly retract the vine, hot with embarrassment.

Jason graciously doesn't say anything about it.

"I wanna go home," you confess.

Jason nods. "I got you. Let's go home."

[melminli]

I LOVEDDDDDDD your Thanos “bang bang bang” post and it made me very curious abt how they know eo and stuff and like I’d love to read more about it in general if you don’t mind. It’s so great and I love your writing <333 have a fun day / night 🫶🏻

BANG BANG BANG ll

summary - thanos was always just such an easy person to argue with. you really hated the guy and that was something that was never going to change, even if your life was on the line and it fucking was.

pairing: (thanos) choi su-bong x fem. reader

word count: 1.8k

contains: violence, angst, death, drug use and addiction, dark content - just usual squid game stuff really

a/n: ty so much! this turned out kinda freaky but that is because thanos is a freak so, i didn't really have a choice.

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There was an eerie silence among all the participants for the first few seconds after the first death happened. The realization of what this meant for everyone present slowly sank in, and you thought that maybe the crazy man with all his screaming, wasn't quite as crazy as you originally thought. The real madman was probably the person somewhere upstairs or - you didn't know exactly where, but you knew that they were watching you.

“Don't move!” His voice shouted again, but this time with a completely different force. It may be that this was the most logical conclusion one could draw from what had just happened, but some seemed to throw all logic out of the window as soon as the fear of death hit. It only took one person to panic to set off a domino effect and from one second to the next loud gunshots could be heard, following the fearful screams of one person after another. The participants were being slaughtered like frightened animals in a cage, what kind of sick game was really going on here?

You too began to tremble as you looked down at the floor, dissociating and trying to ignore your surroundings as best you could. You had to stop yourself from flinching when the person right next to you was killed, even as you felt his still warm blood covering your cheek, even as a small river of it started pooling around your foot. You were most likely going to leave a trace of him all over the ground as soon as you started walking again - whoever he was. It didn't take very long for everyone who had moved to be shot, maybe half a minute - and yet it must have been the worst half minute of your life so far.

“Don't you dare move,” Thanos said in a voice you weren't used to hearing from him. “I'm serious, don't make me mad.”

You just looked at his back from behind, with a tense posture while you tried to regain control of your breathing again. Finally, there was complete silence on the pitch again. Even if it wasn't an entirely welcome silence.

The voice from the loudspeakers began to speak again and you already knew that this would be a voice that would haunt you in your nightmares. “Let me repeat: You can move forward while the tagger shouts, Green light, red light. If your movement is detected afterward, you will be eliminated.”

Ah, so that's what you meant with eliminated. A bit literal but no biggie! The game continued, but no one really dared to move a muscle even when the puppet looked away. You then saw Thanos shift slightly out of the corner of your eye and noticed that he was pulling his cross necklace out of his t-shirt. Safe to say, that you could barely believe what you were seeing right before your very eyes. You've got to be kidding me, they took everything we had from us, but he was allowed to keep that old thing? “Are you seriously going to take that stuff now?” you whispered in disbelief but didn't really judge him for it. You were this close to just laughing out loud at the absurdity of the scene, but you didn't.

“You don't have to be jealous, sweetheart,” he replied with slightly shaky hands as he stopped his movement abruptly when the doll finished talking. He just stared longingly at the colorful pills in front of him. “I don't mind sharing with you, you know that.”

You sighed inwardly at the thing you were about to do. You had been clean for maybe about six years by now and quitting drugs of any kind overnight was really fucking hard - definitely one of the hardest things you had to do in your life. On the other hand, your life was still as shitty as before, the only difference being that you were now consciously depressed and unhappy, so who cares? You could die every second anyway. “Thanks.” you just said after taking the pill out of his hand and threw the thing as quickly as possible in your mouth as soon as the doll looked away. Yeah, you were the biggest hypocrite on earth, old news.

It only took maybe a few seconds after that for you to feel the effects of the pill and then finally, all the stress started to dissipate. Your muscles relaxed, all the shouting about whatever felt like a soft pillow hugging you and the weird laying positions of the dead around you suddenly seemed incredibly funny. These were really strong pills, you could practically feel your whole body tingling. “why are they all suddenly forming a line?” you asked with a grin and Thanos just hummed, not knowing the answer himself. “No idea, but watch this,” he said and waited until the puppet had turned towards you to push the person next to him, causing everyone in front of them to fall over too. “Ding! You lost,” he told them while wiggling his eyebrows and smirking after he watched them get shot.

You didn't even try to stifle your laughter at the scene. “You really are such an asshole.” you replied, shoving him aside this time as the doll averted its gaze, then running as fast and as far away as you could so that he couldn't take revenge on you for what you had done. As soon as the girlish voice emitted red light, you quickly stopped with both hands in the air as if you were surrendering to her. You stifled your grin and pretty much failed when you noticed a slightly older woman standing relatively close to you. “Hey, are you trying to hide behind me to use me as a shield?” you spoke out without moving your mouth much and watched as she began to sweat more after you realized what she was doing. Still, she didn't pay you any further attention. “And now you're ignoring me too?” you spat out annoyed and grabbed her by the arm when you were free to move and pulled her in front of you against her will.

She tried to fight you off but you forced her further forward while she tried to defend herself. “You're older than me, aren't you ashamed of yourself?” You asked her and stopped walking before the robot's face turned towards you.

Number 57, who was still resisting your grip, stumbled a little to the side when you suddenly let go of her. She was about to howl in delight when she noticed how everyone else stood still. “No…” she mumbled out fearfully. “It's because of that bitch! I didn't -” she tried to defend herself to someone as she looked around the room, but her head caught the bullet before she could even finish her sentence.

“I may be a bitch, but at least I'm still alive.” you sang to her dead body on the floor before running past her. You didn't know how much time was left, but you had almost made it to the finish line anyway. You stopped with your back to the robot girl this time and it didn't take you long to spot the purple hair in the crowd. “Su-bong!” you shouted his name, since you had somehow gotten separated while running. You waited until he yelled back with a what?! “Last one there, gets fucked in the ass!” you yelled out without any shame or filter and saw his facial expression turn serious at the challenge. “Let's Go!”

The whole game went by relatively quickly once you took the pill from Thanos. It was actually quite fun, you thought to yourself as you both jumped around like two crazy people with grinning faces, waving your arms around wildly. I know it's not socially acceptable to say this, but I fucking love doing drugs! It was like everything around you was happening in slow motion and all the decisions you made felt foggy, like you didn't even realize what you were doing.

You loved being this person, it felt great to forget everything and just - not think. “I have won! No, really! You crossed the line two steps after me, I saw it!” you exclaimed before Thanos could object to a single thing. “Didn't anyone else see that?” you exclaimed in disbelief as if the others weren't busy staying alive while watching several others die right before their faces. You didn't care about the looks they gave you as you waved your hand. “No, they definitely saw it. I won.”

Thanos just gave in with a heavy sigh and a roll of his eyes. “Yeah yeah, I'm getting fucked in the ass which is gay, very funny.” he just mumbled to himself annoyed, and continued to avoid your gaze, but couldn't help grin again when you slapped him on the shoulder laughing. “Hey, why did we stop doing all this again?” he asked you when he couldn't remember the reason. All he knew was that he hadn't had this much fun in a long time, even though he knew that he always had a great time with you - no matter what.

You laughed. “Oh, that's because you promised me that we'd both get clean together, and then you spent the money I gave you for rehab on more drugs behind my back. “ you laughed along with him, even if Thanos frowned a little at the memory and you started to smile forcedly after remembering again how he had betrayed you. “Or what was it again? Was it something about that Youtuber you told me about…” you mumbled to yourself obliviously, feeling any sense of happiness begin to fade. You finally gave up, the details weren't that important anyway. “It doesn't really matter though, right? In any case, you used the money for something else, whatever it was. Even though you knew how hard I worked for it - hell, I didn't even eat most days to scrape it together, man.” you stated while you looked him in the face, even though he averted his gaze from you. “That's just fucked up dude.”

Exactly. You actually hated being this person. You might not remember it right now, but you would as soon as the effects of the pill wore off, which hopefully wasn't soon. You really hoped it wasn't soon, because you didn't want to be aware of anything that had happened today.

[66ejna]

synops ୨୧ : kaiser and his tattoos' intentional mistake in unfolding your secret relationship.

slight ooc, fluff, drabble, brain rot

you're watching from a rooftop overlooking the stadium, a private spot you both secretly love. when kaiser scores, he runs to the edge of the field, tilting his head upwards, knowing exactly where to find your gaze. the stadium roared with cheers as he and the team secured, yet another victory. his grin was brighter than ever as he waved to the crowd, basking in the glory. but amidst all the chaos, his eyes only searched for you.

your gaze meets his, but it doesn't stay there for long - it drops to his number 10 jersey, damp enough to give a sneak peek of his abs. not just that - the tattoo on his arm catches your eye (even countless times before). it snakes up his bicep and stretches toward his neck, just visible under the fabric.

'his fans would absolutely lose it,' you thought, pretending you hadn't just stayed up four nights in a raw, stalking his fan pages.

later, after the crowd had thinned, he found you waiting in a secluded rooftop of the stadium. the distant hum of celebrations faded into the background as he approached, his golden hair disheveled from the match.

"enjoy the show?" he asked, his voice carrying that familiar teasing lilt.

"the match or that routine you always do after scoring?" you replied, arms crossed but smiling.

a deep, hearty laugh escaped him. "both, obviously."

without warning, kaiser lifted his jersey slightly, wiping sweat from his face. his toned abs and the usual tattoo tracing his torso became visible.

"for real?" you said under your breath, glancing away.

"what's the issue?" he said, smirking as the shirt fell back. "a guy can't cool off?"

you rolled your eyes, willing the redness on your face to disappear. "you're hopeless."

"own up - you were looking," he said, inching closer.

"i wasn't," you retorted, though your tone was a little shaky.

"sure, sure," he said, stretching with a smirk. "let's go. there's something i want to show you soon~"

what he revealed was entirely unforeseen.

days later, while scrolling through your phone, a notification appeared: kaiser's newest instagram post just revealed his latest photoshoot. you tapped on it, not expecting what was about to unfold.

photos were bold, showcasing kaiser shirtless, his body fully visible. tattoo, already fascinating, looked even more vibrant in the professional lighting. but what really stole your breath - and made your heart skip - was surprising new addition to his ink.

on his broad shoulder, your name was etched in bold, graceful script.

your hand went to your mouth as you stared at the screen, re-reading the caption beneath the photos. it was vague, mentioning the campaign with no explanation for the tattoo.

still, the comments were already flooded with speculation:

@/aikuoliver

→ wait, is that someone's name?

@idk

→ who's [y/n]?? kaiser, i thought we're married??

@66ejna

→ plot twist! : i'm actually the third party in this relationship!!

panic bubbled in your chest. kaiser being bold? classic. but this? this was straight-up wild. your phone buzzed, and there it was - his name lighting up your screen like a main character moment.

"hello?" you answered, barely managing to keep it together.

"so," he said, all smug and casual, "thoughts on the pics? i know you saw them."

"kaiser, my name is on your shoulder!" you blurted. "do you understand the internet is losing it right now?!"

"yeah," he said like it was the most normal thing ever. "didn't i tell you i'd something unforgettable? surprised?"

"surprised? try speechless!" you snapped. "kaiser, do you realize how extra this is?"

"exactly. now they all know - you're my girl."

your heart skipped a beat at his words. it wasn't just chaos - this was kaiser's way of keeping it 100. the way he said it oh so nonchalantly makes you want to ends your next 7 generations.

"god, you're insane," you grumbled, but your voice didn’t sound too convincing.

"and you're unforgettable," he shot back effortlessly. "so? you into it?"

you sighed, flopping onto your couch. "i hate that i actually am."

his laugh was rich, that kind that made your defenses crumble. "perfect, meine liebe. because you’re stuck with me, forever."

later that night, still reeling from everything, you opened your tumblr private account and posted a random rant :

what do you even do when someone tattoos your name? anyone got tips? (btw, no, it hasn't sunk in yet. but yeah, it's real.)

and another one :

my name on his shoulder ... help. permanently.

the photo he sent? just the tattoo, cropped to hide his face. subtle, but if someone knew you well, they'd put two and two together.

not even ten minutes passed before another text from him.

micha ♡

"you're not mad, right? saw your post."

you rolled your eyes, but deep down, your heart was full. he was as impossible as ever, but somehow, that made you love him even more. though you legit forgot that only he, is in your private tumblr account.

s/n : haven't write in a while heh … i logout from this acc and literally forgot its password + i lit wrote this in 2 am rn + KAISER GETTING ANIMATED LORDDDS

[your-hockey-mom]

One shot after the news of quinn being week to week? 🥺

"I'm bored," Quinn grumbled, flopping onto the bed while you were looking through things in the closet. Turning around you'd catch him just before he landed into the blankets, his hair falling over his eyes in the process. He did nothing to fix it, just laid there like a lump. Seeing him like that made you frown, mainly because there wasn't much you could do to help him. Poor thing just wanted to be on the ice and he had no real time table of when he'd return which meant you would have to deal with his frustrations.

"I'm sorry, babe. I wish I knew what to tell you." Frowning, you'd walk over to the bed and sit beside him. His eyes were closed when you brushed the hair out of his face which just revealed his sad puppy eyes afterwards.

"I couldn't tell you the last time I've felt like this," he sighed, looking up at you.

"Do you feel like you're grounded?" You tried to laugh to lighten the mood, but Quinn wasn't having any part of it. Instead of going along with it, he just closed his eyes with another sigh. "Am I really that boring?"

"No, it's not you," he whined, grabbing for a pillow to smother himself with. "I'm just bored."

You give his chest a couple taps with your hand before leaving the bed and returning to the closet. You couldn't help but look over at him still laying there now with the pillow covering his face. Nothing was coming to mind that could fix his mood.

"Wanna go out?" You asked, pulling a cute dress from the rack.

"No."

"Not even if I wear this?"

Quinn poked his head out from beneath the pillow to see what it was that you were tempting him with. For a second, it looked like you had had him on the line, but as soon as that pillow covered his face, you knew it hadn't been enough to sway him.

"You'd look good in that, but I'm just not in the mood. Sorry, sweetheart,” he apologized, voice muffled but audible.

Putting the dress back, you felt defeated. Going out actually sounded like fun, but you weren't about to go out without him. Sure, you had some girlfriends that would be available, but he was the one you wanted to spend your time with. It wasn't often, that you had him to yourself for weeks on end, but it was unfortunate that he had to be injured for you to get so much time with him.

'What do you want to do, babe?" You'd ask, turning off the light in the closet to go lay beside him on the bed.

"Nothing," he mumbled, beneath the pillow.

"Nothing? Not a single thing?"

"Nope."

Rolling your eyes, you'd move to straddle his waist which got him to look at you. You weren't trying to excite him that way, you just wanted him to actually look at you for more than five seconds. Honestly, he looked more confused than aroused.

"Baby?" Quinn questioned.

"Well, I just wanna have a little fun, Quinn, c'mon," you'd wink but he just wouldn't bite.

"Not right now, okay?"

"Oh, honey," you remarked sadly. "I was just trying to make you laugh."

Quinn puts his hands on your hips, "I know. I suck right now and I'm sorry you've gotta deal with me like this.”

“I know you’d rather be elsewhere~”

“I love being with you, you know that.”

“I know, but I also know that you want to get back to your boys.”

Quinn’s eyes dropped to the side. You knew you were right, and you also knew that he didn’t want to admit that he really wanted to get back on the ice. Sure, he loved being with you but even you knew that nothing rivaled playing hockey for him. It’s what he was born to do; who could argue that that’s where his heart was most of the time?

“Baby,” Quinn mumbled.

“It’s okay,” you smiled, leaning down to give him a quick kiss before getting off of him. His hands would be slow to leave your body like he was silently pleading for you to stay close to him. “I’m going to go make dinner, okay? Why don’t you take a little nap?”

“Yeah, I might. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, sweetheart,” you smiled. “I’ll come get you in a bit, okay?”

“Okay, thank you.”

- - -

You weren’t sure if Quinn moved from where you had left him, or if he had actually crawled into the bed. However, when you went in to get him after finishing dinner, you would find him curled up under the duvet in the middle of the bed. You hated having to wake him, because he just looked so comfortable, but you had made a promise.

“Sugar?”

Quinn grumbled, almost like he hadn’t heard you.

“Baby, dinner is done, or do you want to eat later?”

“Hmm, what?” He finally replied, groggily.

“Dinner, baby.”

“Oh, okay. I’m getting up,” he yawned, pushing away the blankets but moving slow to actually leave the bed. “I’m coming, I’m coming.”

You’re halfway into the hallway when you hear him mumbling. “You’re okay. It’s not going anywhere.”

“Smells good, what is it?” Quinn’s hair was a jumbled mess of tousled curls when he finally entered the kitchen. He somehow looked more tired now than when he had before he had laid down.

“Stuffed mushrooms.”

“Really?” His tone conveyed his shock. “You haven’t made those in forever.”

“You could have asked for them anytime, Quinn. They’re not that much trouble,” you tried your best to smile, fearful you were coming off as bitchy.

You handed him a plate, watching him move about the kitchen. Poor thing looked like he could fall back asleep if he could just lean up against the counter for a couple minutes. Stepping up behind him, your fingers would do what they could to tame the wild mop of hair atop his head. Quinn would let you play with his hair whenever you wanted and even now, as he was trying to put dinner on his plate, he still stood there while you fussed.

“I really love when you do that,” he would admit.

“Well, you have the nicest hair.” You were always jealous of how soft his hair was, the length of his eyelashes, all of the things you spent so much money on to have yourself, and he had them naturally and without much effort.

“I’m glad you like it.”

It was hard, but you pulled your fingers from his hair to let him finish getting his dinner. You would take your seat at the island before he turned around. When he saw you sitting there he stopped. “Aren’t you going to eat?”

You shook your head, resting your chin on your hands. “No, I don’t think so right now.”

“What’s wrong, babe?” Quinn sounded so concerned, brows pulled in as he moved to stand beside you. Even though he was still half-asleep, he let his hand run up and down your back several times, his touch so warm.

“Nothing.”

You could hear him sigh as he stood beside you. You figured he had tried to keep it to himself and you tried not to take it personally. “It’s me isn’t it?”

“What? Oh, no, baby. It isn’t you.”

“Would you tell me if it was?”

“Probably not.” You were being honest. Considering what he was dealing with, there was no way you’d tell him he was being as unreasonable ass, just because. Quinn was a sweetheart; a soft soul that you would never wish to hurt. You’d take it out on yourself before you’d direct any sort of pain at him.

“Have I hurt your feelings?”

“No, baby. I’m okay.”

Quinn took his seat next to you, and let his hand rest upon your thigh. His touch made you shiver, the good kind, the touch-starved kind almost. You just wanted to be wrapped up in his arms, to forget about the pains of the season, and the struggles of being in a relationship with one of the best players in the whole league who, right now, was carrying an entire team on his back. You wanted to see him happy again, to see him smile.

Quinn touched your face with his free hand, pulling your gaze over to him. “I’m worried about you.”

That broke your heart, and you would give him an apologetic look before you broke down. “Don’t be, Quinn. I’m okay. I just want you to be alright. You’re who I’m worried about. I just know how hard you’ve been playing, how hard you try every single night, and I see it on your face how much it gets to you. I know you’re strong, baby, but you’re human, too, you know? I’m not trying to smother you, but I worry that you’re going to break yourself in two."

He looked down, like he was deep in thought trying to find the words that would reassure you that he was getting by, and that you shouldn’t worry, but he was failing.

“I’m sorry I made you feel this way.”

“Please, baby, please don’t feel sorry. I feel like I’ve said too much and made a mess of everything.”

“You haven’t!” Quinn pleads. “You just care about me, and I love that! I love you! I’ve never had a partner put me so far ahead of themselves, like you do.”

His kind words nearly make you cry. “I love you, too. I just wish things were better for you.”

“I have you, everything else will fall in place soon enough,” he smiled, asking you for a kiss.

“Chin up, buttercup,” you whispered, so close to him now which made him smile. He would give your leg a gentle squeeze before your lips touched and all of the tension, sadness, and worry would melt away with the heat of your shared affections. You couldn’t help but put him before yourself, but Quinn would never take advantage of you or your kindness. You would always feel safe with him, and him with you. Together was where you both felt comfortable.

[mirrorball-leclerc]

karma - part eleven

series masterlist

mark webber you people weren't being serious about the marriage thing were you?

oscar piastri-leclerc why? jealous? mark webber you are spending way too much time with aurora aurora button excuse me? he was this way when we found him oscar piastri-leclerc FOUND ME?! I'M NOT A STRAY DOG AURORA! aurora button i don't know where they found you

natalia leclerc wedding preparations are going great mark, thanks for asking

kimi raïkkönen who's getting married?

max verstappen fernando and santiago kimi raïkkönen oh, i didn't know they were in love. oh congrats 🌈 logan sargeant-leclerc i don't know if i should laugh...

liam lawson wait, so that wasn't a joke?

yuki tsunoda-leclerc no liam, that wasn't a joke

oscar piastri-leclerc WHEN DID YUKI BECOME A LECLERC?! natalia leclerc we adopted him last week. he brings me delicious food. logan sargeant-leclerc damn, he stole your mum and your grid mum

fernando alonso i would look radiant in a dress would i not?

santiago ruiz the second best bride out there amor fernando alonso WHO THE FUCK IS THE FIRST? santiago ruiz i'm sorry my love, but my daughter fernando alonso well you're not wrong natalia leclerc i'm crying

ben santos-ruiz can't wait until mom is calling dad about this.

mark webber yes, where is your wife in all of this? santiago ruiz fuck if i know and it's ex-wife, we're divorced

daniel ricciardo wedding of the century. do i get to be best man?

jenson button fuck off we all know that's going to me

ollie bearman-leclerc do i get to be flower boy?

pato o'ward-leclerc you're ring BEARer ollie bearman-leclerc that was a horrible pun aurora button i thought it was great ollie bearman-leclerc oh my god, you're so right, it's the best pun ever jenson button what the fuck is this? liam lawson isn't it obvious?

aurora button i'm flower girl right, with kimi?

jenson button since when are you friends with kimi antonelli? aurora button even since our super top secret mission against ferrari logan sargeant-leclerc oh my god what the fuck did you do? ollie bearman-leclerc the less you know the better. aurora button the less likely you are to end up being sued over what we did

lewis hamilton what the fuck did i miss?

mark webber finally someone with some common sense around here. tell them they're being stupid. lewis hamilton well that depends, what are they planning on doing? santiago ruiz fernando and i are getting married to mess with the sainz family lewis hamilton can i be best man? santiago ruiz if you agree this isn't a stupid idea and it's one of our best yet, then yes, you can be my best man. lewis hamilton deal, this isn't a stupid idea. mark webber WHAT THE FUCK?

ben santos-ruiz all of you are lacking several brain cells

george russell why did i just get a wedding invite via email to a wedding between natalia's dad and fernando?

lando norris i got one too

alex albon so did i, can someone please explain to me what the fuck is happening right now?

pierre gasly charles, what the fuck are you guys doing?

charles leclerc why do you think i'm planning something? they're in love calmar, let them get married max verstappen yeah pierre, let them be happy together. i didn’t take you for a homophobe pierre. pierre gasly do not start that shit back up again verstappen, the rumors just stopped.

esteban ocon i wasn't aware fernando also liked men

lance stroll just look at the tension he's had with jenson and mark

lando norris have those two always been here?

daniel ricciardo i'm also here, for the record

logan sargeant-leclerc does he not know that this is the unofficial grid group chat?

oscar piastri-leclerc mate, i don't think he's realized it.

george russell WILL SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON WITH NATALIA'S DAD AND FERNANDO?

lewis hamilton fernando and santiago are getting married to piss off the sainz family. liam lawson which i thought that they were joking about but turns out they're being very much serious about it.

yuki tsunoda-leclerc i think it's a fantastic idea!

oscar piastri-leclerc stop coming for my title of favorite child yuki! logan sargeant-leclerc we all know leo is favorite followed by ollie. yuki tsunoda-leclerc i stole your mum and now i'm stealing your grid mum charles leclerc i feel like i should do something about this but i'm helping my wife plan a wedding

lance stroll DO I GET TO BE A GROOMSMEN??

max verstappen ask nando lance stroll HE SAID YES!

daniel ricciardo seb just texted me saying he's officiating the wedding.

lando norris you people are going too far for the bit

max verstappen don't you dare tell carlos or i'll take you out next race

lando norris my lips are sealed.

oscar piastri-leclerc don't worry, i'll have aurora threaten him

logan sargeant-leclerc just heard lando's girly scream

pierre gasly you people are afraid of a pipsqueak?

alex albon say what you will but aurora is a small ball of fury much like yuki logan sargeant-leclerc she's terrifying mate yuki tsunoda-leclerc i like her, she gets me

natalia_leclerc, francesca.cgomes, and aurorabutton added new stories

aurora has not let go of leo since we got here, now he wants my ice cream...how do i tell him no? everything is so tiny and adorable 🥺 i will never again agree to go out with both kika and nat, this is the third 'errand' we've ran today because of our super top secret mission.

liam lawson genuine question, what gender are baby leclercs going to be?

natalia ruiz there's a bet going on that it's going to be girls but i'm like 83% certain that it's going to be a girl and a boy. yuki tsunoda-leclerc who are we to argue with momma leclerc? natalia ruiz yuki, you might just be my favorite person today

max verstappen damn yuki really is coming for that favorite child title

natalia ruiz i don't have a favorite child but if i did it would be whoever brought me more stroopwafels right now

ollie bearman I'M ON MY WAY! oscar piastri-leclerc OLLIE STOP IT! I'M ON MY WAY!

pato o'ward-leclerc if you see me in max's apartment, no you didn't.

max verstappen HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET INTO MY APARTMENT? pato o'ward-leclerc penelope let me in, after kelly said it was okay

aurora button jokes on you guys, i broke into lando's apartment, it's much closer

jenson button SINCE WHEN ARE YOU A LECLERC? aurora button my plan is to marry into the family. i still don't know how i'm going to achieve that. maybe i'll marry ollie or logan

logan sargeant-leclerc no thanks, you can marry ollie.

logan sargeant-leclerc he just let out an unholy screech

fernando alonso oh i get it now mark webber there was something to get from that?

lewis hamilton when's the wedding?

natalia ruiz this sunday, clear your schedules

ben santos-ruiz at what point have we gone too far for the bit?

santiago ruiz not yet

sebastian vettel just got ordained, this is going to be great!!

mark webber this is going to be a disaster

alex albon WHY MUST I BE FORSAKEN?! WHY MUST I SUFFER?! WHY DO I HAVE TO BE THEIR NEXT VICTIM?! WHY DO BAD THINGS HAPPEN TO GOOD PEOPLE?

max verstappen what the fuck is wrong with him

aurora button have you seen the announcement? on the f1 twitter page?

max verstappen twitter doesn't exist anymore aurora it's x now

aurora button i refuse to call it fucking x

logan sargeant-leclerc all my homies hate the sainz family

charles leclerc why does this group even exist?

aurora button because we all hate the sainz family, duh?

natalia leclerc you okay logan?

logan sargeant-leclerc it's not like james it a secret that he was looking for my replacement

alex albon LOGAN! ARE YOU OKAY?!

logan sargeant-leclerc i could be better but it helps that i'm staying with osc

alex albon MAX, YOUR ASS BETTER RETIRE! I WANT THAT RED BULL SEAT! I'LL BE SECOND DRIVER AGAIN!

charles leclerc i'll take alex as a teammate

ollie bearman-leclerc damn, guess i'll die or something. charles leclerc in the sense that you still need time to mature at haas before you drive at red bull aurora button sure, just say you hate him or something. charles leclerc this is why you tripped this morning

mick schumacher spending an awful lot of time with the leclercs aren't you aurora?

aurora button shut the fuck up, focus on alex's mental breakdown

alex albon IT'S JUST UNFAIR! THERE'S NO FUCKIGN WAY THIS IS HAPPENING TO ME!

alex albon why do bad things happen to good people? i've never done anything wrong

natalia leclerc that's a lie, you dared me to jump off the roof into the pool and i broke my leg alex albon and somehow it's my fault that you didn't stick the landing?

max verstappen 🫵🤣

oscar piastri-leclerc at least he won't me terrorize us and will be at the back of the grid

pato o'ward-leclerc rip ollie bearman, he's going to get killed by carlos sainz ollie bearman-leclerc WHAT THE FUCK WHY? logan sargeant-leclerc you're a leclerc lovechild. man am i happy to be gone for once

ollie bearman-leclerc i hope everyone's pillow is warm on both sides

aurora button damn what he say fuck me for ollie bearman-leclerc except for you of course

max verstappen back to our regularly scheduled clownery i see

aurora button fuck you ollie bearman-leclerc fuck you

alex albon I'M SUFFERING! DOES ANYONE KNOW ANY MERCENARIES?? OR PAID ASSASSINS?

mick schumacher alex, mate, let it go, you're fucked alex albon I'LL LITERALLY KILL MYSELF BEFORE I HAVE TO DRIVE ALONGSIDE THAT MAN AS MY TEAMMATE! HE'S GOING TO KILL ME!!

natalia leclerc this family is a fucking nightmare...

alex albon YOU'RE LITERALLY PLANNING A WEDDING BETWEEN FERNANDO AND YOUR DAD TO PISS OFF THE SAINZ FAMILY!! charles leclerc IT'S A GENIUS PLAN ALEXANDER!! alex albon I'VE BEEN CURSED AND YOU'RE FUCKING LAUGHING? max verstappen pretty much, yeah

alex albon fuck you guys, i'll go complain to george or lily instead.

natalia leclerc remind me to pay lily and george for dealing with you instead of us alex albon FUCK OFF!

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marvelgossip well marvel nerds, we've got some new hot gossip this week, starring none other than the lovely santiago ruiz who will be playing reed richards aka mr. fantastic, in the new fantastic four adaptation. while arriving on the set of marvel’s fantastic four, mr. ruiz, was seen wearing a ring on his ring finger that wasn't there before. could this be a plot detail or is mr. ruiz perhaps married to someone unknown? 

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user1 JOEL MILLER I SWEAR TO THOR IF YOU SECRETLY GOT MARRIED-

user2 this is probably just another plot point guys because if santiago ruiz, one of the hottest names in hollywood got married, we'd for sure know about it.

user3 you people call yourselves marvel nerds but you don't know that canonically reed richards is married to sue storm, of course he's wearing a fucking ring user4 i only watched the movies with jessica alba and chris evans and even i know this shit

user5 guys it's cool, he's married to me, no need to worry about it

user6 boring, old news, santiago got married like a week ago

user7 HE'S MARRIED? TO FUCKING WHO?? user6 he's married to fernando alonso?? a 2x spanish formula 1 world champion, i fear this is old news user7 OLD NEWS TO FUCKING WHO? THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I'M HEARING ABOUT IT??

fernandoalo_oficial oh when will my husband return from war

user8 this man has 7.3 million instagram followers and he's thirsting over santiago ruiz on a marvel gossip page fernandoalo_oficial have you seen him?

estebanocon wedding of the century folks, wedding of the century

olliebearman wedding was in spain, i ended up in portugal with kimi and aurora

oscarpiastri i'm convinced you three would've ended up in the harbor had the wedding been in monaco aurorabutton you don't know shit, this was a decision we made while sober

user9 i've never been so confused in my life and i take ap chemistry

marvelgossip there's never been this many verified pages on my account, holy shit

natalia_leclerc that's papa right there

marvelgossip natalia, is your father married to fernando alonso? natalia_leclerc yes, my dad did in fact marry fernando alonso charles_leclerc it was the highlight of my year and i won monaco and found out my wife is pregnant

jensonbutton guess i just lost my husband

user10 are you talking about fernando or santiago? jensonbutton yes

user11 millions of fangirls around the world just let out the ugliest scream of pain

user12 forget the fangirls the f1 drivers, who are known to love santiago ruiz just let out the ugliest screams ever alex_albon they get me, i waited years to marry santiago ruiz and white man did it in 3 weeks landonorris truly mourning the loss of single santiago ruiz and i guess fernando too but mostly for santiago

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natalia_leclerc helped put together a top secret wedding in two weeks with a some help, what did you guys do? 

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mrsamclaflin thanks for the invite, it was very fun!

natalia_leclerc thank you for stopping by on such short notice sam mrsamclaflin of course, call me for any other super top secret wedding and i'll be there.

user13 wait, so this wasn't a joke?

liamlawson30 that's what i thought the entire time fernandoalo_oficial you were there when i proposed, much to my displeasure user14 these two beefing even off track will never not be funny to me

yukitsunoda0511 abuelo looking great in that picture!

user15 when the hell did yuki become a leclerc? yukitsunoda0511 when i became the only one mom knew who could cook a good meal oscarpiastri i can cook too yuki logansargeant mate, i hate to tell you this, but no, you can't

lewishamilton i couldn't tell this wedding was pulled together in a few weeks

francesca.cgomes that's such a huge compliment coming from you pierregasly i complimented you guys too? aurorabutton but is your name sir lewis hamilton? do you have 7 world titles? do you sing the words, "i like to play the doctor, operation?" user16 that song will haunt lewis for the rest of his life

olliebearman shoutout to my super great ring bear skills

aurorabutton ring bearER kimi.antonelli that joke wasn't funny the first 300 times olliebearman the flower girl who tripped doesn't get to speak kimi.antonelli GABRIEL TRIPPED ME? gabrielbortoleto_ i should've been flower girl not you or aurora aurorabutton stay pressed fernando's 2nd favorite child gabrielbortoleto WHO THE HELL IS THE FIRST? aurorabutton me bitch

user17 summer break so crazy a marvel actor and an f1 driver just got married

user18 don't forget the f1 announcement user19 thoughts and prayers to alex albon, he's going to need them ♥︎ liked by charles_leclerc, natalia_leclerc, aurorabutton and others

aurorabutton i think we outdid ourselves with this one

francesca.cgomes it almost makes up for the stress we caused you? aurorabutton not a fuckign chance, you two owe me big time natalia_leclerc but i'm pregnant? aurorabutton once you're no longer pregnant then

fernandoalo_oficial is this, my hija?

natalia_leclerc papa?? bensantos_ruiz i refuse to call this man dad santiagoruiz that's not very nice benjamin fernandoalo_oficial aurora said to put, "who's your daddy now bitch?"

user20 i hope santiago knows that by marrying fernando he just became a stepfather to all of fernando's grid children.

sukiwaterhouse santiago made a jaw-dropping groom and i guess fernando's there too ♥︎ liked by landonorris, georgerussell63, liamlawson and others

user21 not all the drivers in the likes of that comment

user22 i can't be the only one confused on the fernando alonso and santiago ruiz dating timeline, right?

user23 when the hell did they start dating is my first question? user24 how long have they been together is my second question? user25 so many questions and so little answers

jenson button WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO IDIOTS?!

jenson button AURORA KATHERINE BUTTON WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?

jenson button AND SOMEONE ADD KIMI!

natalia leclerc added kimi antonelli

kimi antonelli i didn't do it!

jenson button WHERE ARE THEY?!

kimi antonelli hiding at lewis' apartment aurora button SNITCHES END UP IN DITCHES KIMI!

ollie bearman-leclerc your middle name is katherine?

max verstappen that's information you should know about your wife before you marry her ollie bearman-leclerc YOU'RE NOT HELPING VERSTAPPEN!

logan sargeant-leclerc well she did say she was going to become a leclerc one way or another

liam lawson wow, one leclerc got married in vegas and the other got married drunk in portugal yuki tsunoda-leclerc don't forget one got married for the bit

lewis hamilton don't leave blood all over my apartment jenson

ollie bearman-leclerc IS THAT HIM POUNDING ON THE DOOR?!

aurora button IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! WE WERE DRUNK!

ollie bearman-leclerc I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE! LEWIS DON'T LET HIM IN!

natalia leclerc what the hell is going on?

kimi antonelli ollie and aurora accidentally got married in portugal and now jenson's going to most likely kill ollie. oscar piastri-leclerc does this mean i get to be the favorite child now?

daniel ricciardo what the hell did i fucking miss?

liam lawson so fucking much dude

yuki tsunoda-leclerc jenson's probably killing ollie as we speak

lewis hamilton the fuckers barricaded themselves in my room with roscoe

ollie bearman-leclerc I HAVE SO MUCH LIVE FOR! I JUST GOT AN F1 SEAT! I GOT MARRIED?!

jenson button YOU'RE NOT FUCKIGN HELPING BEARMAN! I'M GOING TO FILET YOU!

aurora button man, where the hell is mick to talk some sense into me when i fucking need it?

kimi raïkkönen jenson, don't you dare touch a hair on his head or i will have one of my drivers run you over

max verstappen and think about it like this, they may be married but they still haven't consummated the marriage

ollie bearman-leclerc IT'S LIKE YOU FUCKING WANT ME DEAD OR SOMETHING? jenson button WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN BEARMAN?!

aurora button he's pounding on the door and roscoe's barking again

ollie bearman-leclerc WE DIDN'T CONSUMMATE THE MARRIAGE! WE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WE WERE MARRIED UNTIL KIMI SENT US A PICTURE OF THE DOCUMENT!

ben santos-ruiz this isn't the middle ages. we don't need to consummate a marriage

aurora button now my dad is arguing with lewis on the pros and cons of pissing off kimi by killing my husband

jenson button STOP CALLING HIM THAT! aurora button legally he is my husband? jenson button legally i can kill both of you aurora button legally mom would kill you for killing me and her son-in-law who she hasn't even met

charles leclerc jenson, please don't kill my son

ollie bearman-leclerc THAT'S IT? THAT'S ALL YOU'RE GOING TO SAY? natalia leclerc he's painting the nursery, he's very busy ollie

ollie bearman-leclerc SOMEONE ELSE IS POUNDING ON THE DOOR!!

ollie bearman-leclerc oh it's seb, thank god oscar piastri-leclerc this is better than any show i could ever watch sebastian vettel ollie, please come out now, jenson is restrained. we need to talk about this.

liam lawson man don't take away my favorite reality show

aurora button i'll let you know how it goes liam

pato o'ward-leclerc what in the everliving fuck did i fucking miss?

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¡leclerc-s speaks! 𝜗𝜚 yeah, i have no excuses for this. i was sleep deprived when i started writing this and just continued it after. and yes, the faceclaim for natalia’s father is pedro pascal, but that’s because i love him. 𝜗𝜚 anyway, happy new year!! note: this will transfer over in the mastermind fic but it will be more in depth.

¡disclaimer! 𝜗𝜚 this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

[tension4mari]

hiii so ive had this idea for a while now but i just dont have the skills to write it myself, its not really a reader x character but more of a maybe actor!reader x the actor of the character if u get me??😭😭

so the idea is actor!reader plays a character that is also played as the love interest/partner of hwang inho (lee byung hun's character) and during their scenes together (in can be like a cute/lovey dovey interaction between their characters or u can also make it a sex scene or both if ur up for it🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️) reader just keeps messing up her lines or having trouble staying in character because she keeps getting flustered/shy by lee byung hun causing them to redo the scene over and over again so him and the whole cast just keeps laughing and teasing her about it😣😣🙏🙏🙏

I got you! NOW. I'm not the best at writing smut ^-^ so bare with me here!

✮⋆˙Paring - Actor!Reader x Actor!Lee Byung-Hun

Summary - Just read 😭-

๋࣭ ⭑⚝Working with Lee Byung-Hun was always hard for you. Seeing his handsome sharp features always had you in a chokehold. You didn't know exactly what it was about him that drawled you in with him. Was it his hair? personality? His amazing acting skills? You just couldn't put your finger on it.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝You were now in the indoor filming set with your crew getting ready to film you and Lee's part of the movie. Your roll was acting as his wife. Finally getting in check you get up and walk over to the set getting ready to film both of you guys part.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝"Ready 'y/n'?" called out one of your supervises "Yeah! All good to go" you said "You got it!" Lee walks onto set and you swear you could feel the wind get knocked out of you. Looking straight in your direction "You're all set 'y/n'?" he says coming closer. "Mhm!' you quickly say, stepping back just a little to create a distance you don't need between the two of you.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝"That's great, let's start" Lee say's "

The sence was simple. All it required was for you to get pulled over from your waist by Lee and get told a few words. See? not so hard, you told yourself.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝"Aright, take one... Go!" the director called out.

Soon enough Lee came towards you, gradually grabbing you from the waist, speaking from his angelic voice, "I've heard what happened while I was at work. Are you alright Mylove?" He says and you can feel your face start to burn up "Yes I'm fine, I wasn't caught in the crossfire fortunately" you Stummer out "Thats wonderful to hear Love, I was worried sick about you" he spills Getting closer to you. This was the part you were supposed to kiss at, and God, were you not ready once he pulls in, face slowly but surely inches from yours Comes in and kisses you.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝You pull back and throw your head to the side, Lee frowns and askes you what's wrong. And all you could do is shake your head and backup "Um uh- nothing, Its nothing!" all of the crew members are staring and starts to crack up. "Y/n, what the hell was that!." you coworker says jokily while dying from laugher, "Hey that's not even funny! You guys are a joke" you defend yourself while covering you face with your hand, Lee hand comes up to yours and pull your hands down so he can see our face "Oh God, and look even her face is burning with red!" Another coworker says laughing "Ughhh! you guys are the worse!" you say while turning away.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝You both ended up having to redo the sence more than 3 times each time you were messing up

๋࣭ ⭑⚝'Im calling in a break" you hear your director say Lee then turns to you "Y/n, I need to speak to you" "oh.. Yeah, um what's up?" "privately" he says. He leads you towards his trailer and open the door so that you can walk in first.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝You both are inside his trailer and he speaks "So. What was al of that about earlier?" "uh..Huh? i have no idea what you're talking about" you mumble looking away. He grabs your chin softly and make you look at him "Don't pay foolish with me. You know exactly what I'm talking about." he says, staring at you daring for you to lie again.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝"I- ok. I admit it. I've got a crush on you Mr. Byung-Hun." "..." it gets quiet for a moment, he's still staring at you. But then he leans forward and kisses you. "Mm, how long? he says while breaking from the kiss looking at you. "Uhm, two years." "Really? two years? why'd you didn't say anything earlier' 'Y/n'"i feel the same way." "Well i can only assume since... you just kissed me." You speak "You got a mouth on you, you know That?" He says grabbing your waist. "Yeah... I do, are you going to do something about that?' "I might just have to." he say

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ "Oh yea?" "Yeah" He says kissing and sucking on your neck gradually. You let out a small moan that has him ushering to get more out of you. He pulls his knee up in between your tights , onto your cunt. "Oh, fuck-, that feels good" you say out of breathe from all of the moaning you've been doing. He pulls his knee down which causes you to frown at the loss of friction. "C'mere" he says pulling you towards the couch.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝"He sits down, pulling his cock from his pants. "Take off those." He says hurriedly wanting to feel you on his cock immediately. You take off your jeans along with your panties in a quick swift.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝You climb ontop of Lee's lap slowly sinking down on his shaft "Fuck- You feel amazing" you only hum in agreement. He then starts moving his hips, throwing his head into the crook of your shoulder.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝"Mmp-i need to feel more of you" he says as he stuffs inch after thick inch into your cunt. "Shit, I don't think I can take anymore-". He lifts up his hips fucking you deep and hard, thrust after thrust.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝"You're doing so good for me. J'-Just take it-,hmhp. I know you can" He mutters against the skin of your neck.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝The way he fucks his way into your tight pussy you thought you saw stars. "M'm close" you spoke , pussy hugging his cock. Ah! shit!" you screamed while arching your back further.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝Lee quickens his thrusts, adjusting to the rhythm. You moan once more, cumming on his cock. He continues to fuck into your hips none stop, He grunts loudly as he cums hardly into you.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ "I want to take you to dinner 'y/n'." Lee spoke softly. "Yeah?" you said turning to look him in the eyes. "This weekend." "I'm up for it!, Can't wait till then" you say laughing

๋࣭ ⭑⚝He thinks you're the most beautiful person he's ever seen when you laugh. "Well, that's settled. We have to get back on set before breaks over. he voices.

Bro- this is so bad I WANNA CRY.

I am also so SORRYYYY this took so long to write. I had to start this over 4 different times 😔 i just cant- UGHHHH

[cjlouwho]

I Like the Taste of Vanilla

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Day 2: Is This a Punishment of Some Kind?

“Ev- Evan I really need-” Tommy's chest heaved as Buck slowly pushed into him, holding himself there before pulling back out just as slow. “I need to come.”

“Not yet. Just wait.”

Tommy groaned, rocking his head from side to side on the pillow.

They'd been going at it for nearly an hour now. The way Buck had looked at him the whole time they were at dinner, the way he couldn't keep his hands off him in the Uber home, how he slammed him up against the door the second it shut behind them, Tommy had expected sex.

He hadn't expected to be on the verge of an orgasm five different times, just for Evan to stop and refuse to let him come.

Tommy shivered as Evan's hands moved up his body, tracing over his abs, his scar, his nipples.

“You're so pretty like this,” Buck said, taking his time as he pushed his cock into Tommy again. “So sweaty and desperate.”

“Oh fuck,” Tommy whined. He bent his knees, pushing himself down on Evan. Evan grabbed onto his hips, stopping him from doing it again.

“You gotta wait. It- It'll be worth it.”

Tommy whimpered. “Is this a punishment of some kind? Did I- ohshityeah, Evan- did I forget to take out the trash again?”

Buck laughed, “No,” he answered, then he cocked his head to the side as he thought. “Well, I don't know. Maybe. But- mmm, you're so tight still, Baby- but this what you wanted, remember? Hard for me to wait too. Gotta- uh, yeah- gotta go slow.”

Tommy brought a hand to Buck's chest, eyebrows furrowed. “Ho- Hold on. What I wanted?” he asked, wrapping his legs around Evan so he wouldn't pull out. “What are you talking about?”

“On the phone,” Buck reminded him. “When you called on your way home, we were talking about dinner and you said, 'oh yeah, don't let me come' and then you mentioned you were probably gonna get the eggplant parm.”

Tommy stared at him for a moment, face blank and unreadable, then his legs dropped to the bed and his face scrunched up as he started to laugh. Confused, Evan went to back away, but Tommy quickly drew him in. He wrapped his arms around Evan and pulled him flat to his chest, holding him close as he tried to catch his breath.

“What's so funny?!” Buck asked, face smushed against Tommy's shoulder.

“I- I just... Oh God.” He wiped the tears from his eyes and pressed a kiss to Buck's temple. “I love you, Evan.”

“Well, I need to think about it,” Buck pouted. He pushed himself back up, slipping out of Tommy in the process. “What's funny?”

“When I was talking to you on the phone, I was trying to move lanes and,” he placed a hand over his stomach, taking a deep breath, “and this jackass wouldn't let me over so I said to him 'oh yeah, don't let me come over'. I guess you missed the last little bit.”

Buck's eyes widened, a blush rising over his body. “Oh. My. God.”

Tommy shook his head. “It's no big deal, Evan. Really, I promise. It's just... It's funny.”

“No big deal?” Buck asked. “No big deal? Tommy, I haven't come either. I've been dying because I didn't want to come until you could come!”

“Well, good sir,” Tommy's smile widened as he spread his legs open, “I'd still really like to come if you'd let me.”

Buck rolled his eyes, but wasted no time lining himself up and fucking into Tommy hard and fast. It didn't take long for either of them to come, loud and desperate from holding off for so long.

Buck wasn't totally wrong. It was worth the wait.

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"You should stop smoking, especially with how many sticks you smoked today Shoko." Geto says, leaning against the balcony.

She sighs, putting her head down in shame. "I'm just stupid, why did I think any of this was such a good idea" She exhaled her cigarette. "I didn't expect Satoru to actually go up to her and for them to kiss."

"Well, he got a well deserved beating." He laughed. "Choso did a number on him."

"He wasn't much of a fighter."

"He wasn't much of a lover either until Name." He joked.

"Remember when he would constantly ask us questions about how to be a good boyfriend." She tries not to smile.

"Yeah and his fit checks to see if they were up to Name standards, it's funny to believe he wasn't interested at first."

Shoko's attention diverts to him. "What do you mean?"

"He didn't like Name." He crosses his arms, "She wasn't exactly his type, you of all people should know his type."

"Over the top models were more his type."

He laughs at her response. "Exactly imagine my surprise when you introduced him to Name pushing him to get to know her."

"She was different and I like to think that he knew too."

"It changed him in a healthy way until he got clingy and had an unhealthy obsession with her." He throws his head back. "That clearly held back Name on her career, she could've been bigger than she is already." He sighs, "A shame really, with how things came to be."

"Never understood why he cheated when he loved her so much." Shoko grabs her cigarette crushing it to the ashtray.

"Only answers Satoru knows."

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[rabotimagines]

"Pet names" pt2 GN! BOT Reader + Prowl, Ratchet, Blaster, Bumblebee, Skyfire

Summary: Reader has become partial to using human pet names for everyone.

Warnings: none.

Genre/Theme: Platonic/with hints of crush

G1 characters included: Prowl, Ratchet, Blaster, Bumblebee, Skyfire.

Notes: Cybertronian Reader, Reader is around Ironhides age so older in mind

Prowl is trying to get a verbal review of your report while finishing up his own. You've all been busy the past week, so you're walking through the ark hall while conversing. And you finish, so you move to hand him the physical report on the datapad. "Here you go, Pudding."

Prowl full-on stops in place when he hears what you say, fully expecting his audials to be glitching. "What did you just say?"

"Here you go, Pudding." You hold the datapad out, still completely unperturbed by what you'd just done and even more so when having to repeat it. Prowl processor lags- Because you're calling him- human pet names of all things without reason. But he forces his system to straighten out and consider your personality. This stops it from getting worse since this may just be you behaving like... you.

"You know my designation." Prowl settles on stating the fact.

"I do." You stated back, still wordlessly holding the datapad for him to take. Annoyance slowly seeps into Prowls frame at the exchange, and he takes the datapad from you.

Prowl gives you a long calculating look. "Do not do it again." He settled on.

You just shrugged, a small smirk curling on your derma. "Okay later then, Pumpkin." You turn and leave before Prowl comprehends this pet name, which makes his helm snap to your retreating form.

Prowl does not enjoy it. The incessant pet names you'd elected to now refer every autobot with. His wings twitch in annoyance whenever you call him "Pumpkin" or "Pudding" or allspark forbid "Peaches." Optimus fully pauldron shaking laughed the first time you'd called him that one. You humiliating Prowl was not how he wanted Optimus to get his R&R. However, he will tolerate it slightly more when Optimus is in the room. If not to watch you make a fool of Optimus, instead of him. Prowl had attempted to scold you the first time he'd seen you call Optimus "Sweetspark." their leaders' finials had pulled back when you'd done so- Optics brightened. But Optimus informed Prowl that he actually does enjoy the pet names. Prowl doesn't understand even after Oprimus's explanation of the supposed "benefits" of your behavior.

But he does look and watch after that and must conceded that there was- some, however mild, merit to the autobots general mood when you'd use your pet names. It was merely a bother in Prowls system, but he supposed he could make the sacrifice for the morale of the autobots.

Prowl wouldn't like it, however.

-

Ratchets resetting your leg juncture back into place after a battle. You hadn't bothered to come to him till after he got through everyone else. You'd apparently "forgotten" about it in the hustle of making sure everyone else got seen first. Slag is what it was, and Ratchet made sure you knew exactly what he thought. It realigns and clicks into place with you digging a servo against his pauldron with a hissing vent. You relaxed your jaw and nod in gratitude. "Ha- Thanks, love."

Ratchet almost coughs in shock, his plating flaring a touch. But after years of hearing everything from patients in pain or in surgery high on something, he just clicks his glossia. "Next time, don't forget to mention your own injuries."

Ratchet had assumed it was just a slip of the glossia at the time due to the pain and let it slide. Then the next time you're reporting from Optimus to him and call him "Handsome." And he's asking you to repeat that, which you shamelessly do with a smirk. Ratchet scoffed and told you he wasn't going to go any easier on you the next time you forget to come in. No matter how much you try flattering him. Then he sees you with the other autobots and learns you've simply picked this up as a habit.

Ratchet has to resist the urge to roll his optics every time you do it with him. He's gone from being prickly in response with you to half seriously threatening to short your mouth circuit if you didn't stop. But you only continued to do just that. Whenever you called him "Love," his damn spark hummed a touch louder. You've realized that too and tend to only use that more often or not. Much to his- exasperation. Ratchet does enjoy the casual affection to a degree. Reminds him of his younger days. The easier ones. So he doesn't ever throw a wrench at you for the pet names themselves.

Ratchet does definitely enjoy watching the others more than being on the receiving end. Watching Optimus's finials twitch, then pull forward slightly and his plating fluffing in response. Or Ironhide looking like he was going to blow a minor fuse from how bright his own optics were while he unsuccessfully tried to get you to stop. Even Prowls door wings twitching in obvious disdain makes Ratchet crack a smirk at least. So Ratchet let's it be for the most part. They could use some "softer" interactions around the base.

...

He's still telling you to stop whenever you do it to him, though.

-

Blasters cool with it. He's been in it with the humans at parties or at clubs (the ones he could fit in anyway.) And he's seen and even been on the receiving end of flirting pet names on the occasion. You calling him "Babe" didn't trigger much but an amused smirk. Blaster will return a few casual pet names himself a "Babe" here and there. But what is not cool is Jazz and you being as cringe inducing as possible on his audials. Blaster is sooooo sick of being subjected to you and Jazz's "flirting." It ain't flirting it's a failing clown show!

You'll get more of a fond smile when Blaster sees you pet naming his cassettes. They all fumbled a touch when you'd called them something with sweetness in your tone. Steeljaw, like always, is aloof and focused when you're on the clock. But when you're off? Just chilling at the ark? Steeljaw is a little slagger. Rewind and Eject at least have the decency to only do it when it's natural. Steeljaw will seek you out with his olfactory when you're both off duty to get called sweet names by you.

"I'm so glad you're still here, Foxy." You waved at Jazz, who was standing next to Blaster.

"And I'm so glad to see you too, Snookums." Jazz's tone is so absurd it actually makes Blaster feel physically tired.

"And I'm gonna purge." Blaster bluntly remarks, causing you both to turn to him, then share a look with each other. Jazz smiles in a way Blaster recognizes and is immediately cautious. Blaster jolts when you're suddenly leaning into his space. Your digits are now just barely tracing his boombox buttons.

You smile like a felinoid, and Blasters tries to back up, but Jazz is suddenly pressing up behind him, preventing his escape. Jazz's arms even wrapped around Blasters middle. You speaking makes his gaze snap back to you. "Come on, Baby, don't you wanna have some fun?" You worried your optical ridge, and Blasters glossia is feeling really thick in his mouth now.

Then, his dock compartment snaps open of its own accord, and Steeljaw ejects and forms right into your arms. You just chuckle and heft his cassette into a more comfortable position. "Hey baby! I know you won't say no to a little TLC, Blaster, however..."

Blaster, now broken out of that little trance, shook to break out of Jazz's hold. Jazz, however, did not release him - "Sorry Blaster! You're not approved for release until you enjoy at least five compliments from both of us!" Like pit Blaster was! He wasn't sticking around to hear the kind of slag you both called flirting! Blaster looked at Steeljaw for help only to slack at the smile on his cassettes muzzle. The little traitor!

-

Bumblebee isn't ambushed by it like the others- He's already heard through the autobot gossip about your new little routine. So he's mostly prepared and more wondering when/what you'd call him. You haven't used a pet name with him yet, so he's waiting on his pedes for it to happen. He half ends up wondering if you'll exclude him for some reason when you finally do it after a minor battle with the cons.

You're doing head count and injury report for Ratchet and get to him. Bumblebee almost trips, but you catch his arm and steady him. "Careful Honey, don't injure yourself after the battle."

Bumblebees optics burn only a touch brighter, but he's mostly amused. "Honey? Because of my designation translation?"

You just smirked, your own amusement growing in your em field. Bumblebee could feel it with how close you were right now. You leaned a touch further into his space. "What? Can't be because you're so sweet?" The heady wave of playful affection in your field mixed with that makes Bumblebees optics brighten in embarrassment proper. You just chuckled and squeezed his arm before moving to continue to make your post battle rounds. While Bumblebee wordlessly watched you go.

Bumblebee enjoys the attention even if it's admittedly embarrassing. Bumblebee thinks he might almost enjoy seeing the other autobots' reactions more than getting your attention himself. Almost anyway. While yeah it's definitely funny watching Ironhide especially try and get you to stop. Bumblebee enjoys each time you share a pet name with him just a little bit more. Bumblebee does admittedly feel a bit giddy whenever it happens. It makes him stand up a bit taller and makes him smile a touch whenever he hears it. A small rush of confidence courses through him every time.

The first time you called Bumblebee, "Lovebug." Though? Bumblebee walked right into one of the ark walls.

-

"Hey, teddy bear!" Teddy bear-? The small plush toys human children carry around? Skyfire stops when you call it out in the ark hallway, because he had no clue who you'd be directing the name towards... only to watch you wander right up to him. Skyfires optics widen a touch when you stop in front of him and look at him expectantly.

"Am I...?" Skyfire wondered aloud.

You only smirked and simply held out a datapad for him to take "Yeah you, teddy bear, need you to review this for me so I can approve it for Perceptor or not."

"I- Alright." Skyfire took the datapad unsure if he should ask about the name or not.

"Thank you, Darling." Now that one makes Skyfires optics brighten a touch. But you just salute him with two digits and go on your way again.

Skyfire quickly learns this was something of a habit you had picked up when he overhears the twins complaining about their pet names from you. Skyfire finds himself enjoying the affectionate names even if they do fluster him a touch. The affections were kind and freely given out by you. It was refreshing for Skyfire, especially after having joined this vorns long war, to hear them roll off your glossia. To see the crinkle in your optics. And to feel the light affection in your em field if he happened to be close enough to you when you did so. It was- normal. A touch embarrassing yes, but almost painfully normal.

You'd keep switching, but you mostly called him "Bear" or "Teddy bear," and on occasion "Darling". He'd asked about the Teddy bear nickname in particular since he understood darling as a pet name a touch more. And you just smirked and completely unabashed and said, "Humans say it's for someone big, dependable and lovable. So I think it fits pretty well." Skyfire ends up so embarrassed by the casual remark he can feel cobalt on his own faceplate. He ends up putting his servo over his own faceplate and looking anywhere but you. While you just laughed light at Skyfires own expense.

After that exchange, hearing you call him "Bear" or "Teddy bear" makes Skyfires optics brighten more than "Darling."

[harumasa-wifey]

Omgomg i love your writing sm 😭‼️

Since you're open for request, can I request a doctor!reader with Harumasa? Imagine he is going to infirmary just to see reader 😔 maybe he pretend to be sick as an excuse just to see reader

➹Just Because I Like You a Lot

✖Asaba HarumasaxFem!doctor Reader

Warning: none just some fluff, not proofread

Note: yea i almost died last week/srs but only my left hand is injured so it's fine. Thank you for waiting i also have another similar request for doctor Reader and I am currently working on it.

The moonlight falls on the papers placed upon your office desk as you go on reading while sipping on your cup of tea with more papers in the piles beside your desk.

You weren't expecting any patients at this hour as you were checking some reports before ending your shift but as the saying goes, Expect the unexpected. So there he was entering your office with a pout on his lips looking beat up.

Your instant response was putting down your cup as you stood up, several thoughts running in your head. Did he get these injuries in a Hollow? Or worse fighting some high level ethereal.

“Who hurt you?” The worried look on your face was obvious as you asked him to sit down to take a look.

“Chief”

.....

“Huh?”

The worried expression was now replaced by confusion. Why would miyabi do that? Of course she should have a reason, those thoughts ended as he spoke up again.

“Well well isn't this embarrassing, the chief and I had a sparring session and now I look like this”

“Man she wasn't playing this time” he murmured under his breath which was pretty audible in the peaceful office. A light giggle broke out your lips as you came to the conclusion on why this had happened.

“Really Miss doc? I came up looking this injured in the night and you are laughing,Won't you at least treat me with care?”

“Pfft, it's just some minor injuries you been through worse asaba but don't worry I'll ask a nurse to fix your bandages”

You were about to make your way to your desk to call upon a nurse when he pulled you back hugging you from the back, his breath fanning over your ears as he mumbled.

“I didn't come all this way for you to push me out, you know how much i hate travelling long distances”

It's true he is lazy like that and it's not like he cannot do this by himself yet he is here asking for your help when he could be home sleeping.

You held his hand which was interlocked around your waist as you faced him.

“Alright, sit back down I'll do it”

He smiled like a kid winning a prize and sat back on the bed watching you move around the office gathering the first aid kit, you came back with the kit and several bandages in your hand placing them on the desk.

“Okay, show me the wounds that have been reopened”

“Do I really need to do all that doc? You already know where it is, can't I just sit here all pretty for you?”

He said as he gave you a teasing smile clearly stating his intentions once again.

You sigh as your hands hover above his his tie first then the shirt buttons undoing them one by one as he quietly indulges you taking it off him with a satisfied smile resting on his until you pulled off his waist and stomach, he lets out a low grunt trying to make it look like it hurt while you just stared at him unamused.

“Can you please be gentle with me doc? I am a really fragile person”

“I am sure no fragile person can charge into hollows like it's nothing but whatever you want”

You checked around his wound and it hasn't been opened which was good. You just need to change the dressing, as you were thinking of changing the dressing your fingers were hovering around his abs, and how could he miss out on a chance like this.

“You like what you see doc? It took a lot of effort so i would like you to parise me more if you wanna” he asked with a slight smirk adorning his lips. You quickly take your hand back tearing your gaze away from him to the box besides.

“Ahem, i was checking the wound” even though what you said was true he surely doesn't mind you checking something else out on him.

You slowly but carefully wrapped the bandages around him and put the box aside giving him space to dress up but it seemed like he didn't want to do that either.

“won't you help me with this doc?” you wish you could dig yourself a hole, his advances were getting too much for you to act nonchalant even though the blush on your face is quite obvious to him and he is enjoying every second of it.

You help him put on his shirt and tie back, whispering quietly under your breath which was clearly audible to him.

“You cannot keep getting away with this” before leaning in to give him a final kiss as you ward him out of your office to pack your stuff to leave with him, you know he is standing outside and he won't go anywhere without you.

[kazucee]

TO CAUSE A SCENE !

PAIRINGS: gn! Reader x Mr Reca (from the hit game HSR!) Modern AU where Reca is a hotshot director and reader is a rising super star.

SYNOPSIS: Not so secret dating AU (they become public in the end) + tooth rotting fluff + SMAU (if you squint, like heavily squint. No there's only one so you can't even consider it as so but hey it's there TT) + not proofread (apologies for the mistakes) WC: 1.6k

BREAKING NEWS: Famous play director Mr. Reca caught in arms with his latest acquisition?

JUST IN: Who is this Mystery Person? Hearsays and gossip are bubbling to the surface as the newest photos of award winning Mr. Reca and his newest prize leaked online.

RUMORED TO BE: The Famous rising star—?!

“This is madness.” Your agent mutters for the nth time in a row clearly panicking. It was quite comical to see him pacing back and forth looking like he's about to have a heart attack right then and there.

What was even more comical was the fact that across from his frantic state was you, hands properly poised on your lap, an easy smile drawn, and chin tilted upwards as the make-up artist busied themselves with your face.

“It is a misunderstanding” You replied, glancing at the multiple tabloids placed on the quaint mahogany coffee table, your voice taking a light tone as your lips curl into a smile that could be plastered on every billboard in this damned city.

“It is reckless. You both were reckless. You told me you both were going somewhere private- oh this is a disaster.” A huffed laugh escaped your lips.

“You. How are you so calm about this entire ordeal?” As the make-up artist finishes up the final touches she grins back at you to which you return. As she tidies up the different shades of rogues and eyeshadow palettes you finally turn to meet your worrywart of an agent.

“Because these are measly tabloids and those are all just rumors” a shrug as you stare at the blurry photos of you and your ‘assumed’ lover.

“The photos-”

“-Don't even look like me. Firstly whoever took it chose such an unflattering angle—” The photos were clearly taken by some amateur, it was all blurred lines and unfocused blotches of colors and the lighting was horrid. “If they were going to expose something, could they not have taken it somewhere with more light? I look—”

“Your entire career is hanging by a loose thread and you're worrying about the tabloid photos and the lighting?!” Your agent thinks back to the times where he wasn't assigned to you, the times where the most stress he's ever had was a wrong coffee order.

Sure he loves you to death but the reason for all his headaches came in a conveniently wrapped you-shaped package and now it apparently comes with a buy one take one deal.

“My career is fine. The photos are terrible. And it's precisely why we can just deny I have anything to do with this entire conundrum” You say pointing to the blurry blob that is supposed to represent ‘you’.

“just keep denying it, say it was photoshopped by some fan, you know scandals come and go quickly” But the truth is. A part of you didn't want to deny it, the small selfish part of you wanted to just confirm all the rumors and gossip by clicking on the simple heart-react to any one of the endless tabloids on social media.

“And knowing Mr. Reca he'll probably get another rumored lover in a span of a couple days—” your words tasted bitter as they left your tongue even if it came off as a joke to ease up your agents anxiety.

“Is that really what you think of me, my darling star?” A new voice joined in the fray and you jumped when you felt two arms circle easily around your waist and the smell of old parchment paper and leather surrounded your senses.

“Mr. Reca.” Your agent lets out an exhausted sigh at his presence, as if the director being here added an additional load on his shoulders. The newest load that was currently taking solace in nuzzling his face against the crook of your neck.

“Dearest?” Your voice came next—pleasantly surprised, shouldn't he be at his filming site right now?—and you can almost physically feel how the other melted against your figure, arms tightening gently and bringing you into a back hug.

“What's this about me getting a new lover in a few days?” He mumbles softly, lower lip jutting out in an exaggerated pout and you can feel it touch the thin skin of your neck making your heartbeat pick up its pace ever so slightly.

“Well…” you drawl out as you try to detach yourself from him but that only results in him squeezing you tighter against him, his face still against your neck (which was now growing hot at the constant contact)

“You aren't Penacony’s most eligible bachelor for no reason” a small jab disguised as a tease. You can't help it, the small pinch of jealousy that seeds itself in your very very patient heart.

He was a celebrity, he was stupidly handsome, stupidly charming, and that meant that he had everybody fawning and bending over backwards for him. Not that he paid attention to any of those frivolities always rudely turning the other cheek. It still didn't help the rumor mill from cooking up another theory about him dating some random celebrity figure and it didn't help that sour feeling you get whenever you read about it online.

Although It did help that you were dating the real thing, Penacony's darling director. Wrapped tightly around your fingertips.

It helped very much to know that most of his films were love letters directed at you. Directed for you. In which his films would always start off with a cursive ‘for my darling muse’—it was his signature tell and something that was known by almost everyone in Penacony.

There were endless theories that surrounded those four sudden words that appeared in his recent best selling films.

You spent hours sifting through all the comments with a small knowing smile. You were there throughout the entire process (saved for the parts that required you to actually be seen with him) so you knew the genius that was him, how he somehow managed to turn the films into an allegory about the two of you. Delivered with flowery words, plot twists, and breathtaking cinematography.

“I'm the most eligible bachelor?” He mused with a faint smirk before pressing a soft chaste kiss at the junction of your neck and shoulder, pulling away slightly to allow your heart to return back to its normal rhythm. His carmine eyes full of mirth and arrogance at the title. You are sure he's seen those words and his name written in tandem to each other multiple times, to him it's just words written by some amateurs but hearing it from you turned them into ammunition he can use.

“The most annoying one too” a small huff leaves your lips making him let out a chuckle, the rumble of his chest felt against your back. You see your agent suppress an eyeroll, gathering the tabloids before making up some random excuse to allow the two of you some allotted alone time.

“I take it you saw the news?” His tone was lofty as if he was enthralled by the whole prospect of getting found out by the public. With his hands positioned on either side of your waist he turns you around so that he's able to scrutinize your facial expressions, holding you close to him as sways you both to an imaginary beat. The action softens your heart and you follow along with him.

A scoff. “I'd hardly call it news. Just the usual chatter amongst the tabloids” His eyes search your own sincerely as if trying to gouge out every individual thought you have conjured up in that complicated brain of yours.

“I wouldn't call it chatter if it's true.” He says with a small smug grin and your eyes roll back, both of you are smiling fondly at each other, swaying in each other's arms.

‘I wouldn't call it true if we're hiding it.’ the sentence that hung with the few pin pricks of silence.

“I'm sure it'll blow over soon” and he hums in acknowledgement at your statement, the small furrow of his brow an indication of his disapproval. He holds your hand in his bringing it up to press a kiss against your knuckles.

“I don't want it too” he mumbles against your skin, pressing another fleeting kiss. Your brow raised curiously at his words, carefully mulling it over before asking-

“You're implying-”

“We go public about it. About us.” and boy did his eyes light up at the idea, similar to a fuse sparking before escalating and eventually causing a dramatic explosion. You always have admired that look of his, a sort of crazed expression that made every fibre of your being tingle like a thousand firecrackers and soon you found himself sharing his excitement at the prospect.

He smiles, presses one last kiss against your knuckles and moves to twirl you around, a small laugh bubbles out of you as you adhere to the director's movements. You could see him grinning again before finally ending this silent waltz of his with a stolen kiss from you.

“We'll cause quite the scene” his tender lips pull away from yours with that telltale smirk.

“A scene? Why not a whole blockbuster while we're at it?”

BREAKING NEWS: From Secret Rendezvous to Sharing Clothing? What does this entail?

JUST IN: Our Rising star spotted wearing a shirt a size big for them? A shirt that we've seen the famous director wear multiple times?!

HOT TOPIC: “it's not that we actively wanted people to know about us, we just stopped trying to hide it” — Mr. Reca [his latest interview]

AN: HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE !! STARTING OFF STRONG WITH A RECA KISSER FIC WOOPIEE + He's been on my mind (koue can confirm) + it's actually shocking how I'm posting left and right, watch this disappear when school comes back ⚰️+ cooking up another Reca fic as we speak + HAVING A CONSISTENT WRITING STYL IS HARD GRGRGRG+ I'm still tryna figure out this writing bit (I hope this wasn't too all over the place ?) but I hope y'all enjoyed it^^ reblogs, comments and likes are much appreciated 𐙚

[writemekpop]

Best Enemies | Huang Renjun

Summary: Renjun makes your life a living hell - but you can't keep your hands off him.

Genre: Enemies to lovers, High school AU, Jock!Renjun

Word count: <1k

As soon as Renjun’s hand shot up in the air, you knew you were in trouble.

“Sir,” he said, “I can’t focus.” His eyes slid towards you. “Y/n keeps… trying to touch my leg with her foot.”

A groan spread through the class, and you heard the words ‘class slut’ pass through people’s lips.

“Come on, sir” you said dryly. “You and I both know not to believe anything Renjun says."

“Look… I know you have a thing for me, but this is taking it too far,” Renjun sighs, his eyes crinkling in the faintest smile.

Everything from his hair gel to the football jersey he wore even when he wasn't exercising sweated smugness.

“I wouldn’t touch that with a ten foot pole,” you muttered, so only Renjun could hear.

The teacher told everyone to get back to their work - but you weren’t finished.

The second Renjun turned back to his work, you slid off your chair, making a loud crash as it hit the ground.

“Hey! What the hell?” you cried, looking at Renjun with shock on your face. “I’m sorry, okay, but there’s no need to be violent!”

Bright red started spreading from the roots of Renjun’s hair down his face. “I didn’t - sir!”

The teacher told him sternly to be quiet, which you loved.

It was silent.

The battle was over.

Finally, you thought, Renjun would leave you alone.

Until, just a few minutes before the end of class, you heard his stupid voice sing out over the classroom.

“Can you just stop?” he said.

Your eyes narrowed. You didn’t have much in the way of popularity to lose, but you loved Maths, and you had annoyed your teacher enough already.

“Oh no… what have I done?” you said in a monotone.

“I will not…” Renjun started, his whole face swelling with glee, “sign your bra!”

You had no idea when you lost your temper. Suddenly, you were bunching the thin fabric of Renjun’s jersey in your fists. You were forcing his body back against the desk.

He grabbed you back, almost lifting you up with his strength.

You felt a flicker of fear. Renjun was stronger than you’d expected. You were almost ready to accept defeat.

That was when the strangest thing happened. You felt a jolt of energy run through you, and suddenly, you had the upper hand.

It was exhilarating to have his body in your hands, to be able to crush him the way you constantly fantasised about. You had power over him, and it was excellent. Although your arms were burning, you felt like laughing.

“You’re so done!” Renjun growled in your ear.

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“We’re so done,” you groaned, as you slid onto the floor of the sports supply closet. The room was a mess. You moved a cricket ball out from under your butt.

“Look, it's your fault we're in detention,” Renjun snapped, dribbling a ball across the floor.

“Are you kidding?” you said. “You were the one who called the teacher in the first place!”

Renjun slid onto the floor next to you. You stiffened, but he made no move to hurt you.

You tried to ignore how much you wanted to fight Renjun again, to feel his muscles straining to resist you. His body was so close.

“Why are you sitting down?” you snapped. “One of us has to clean the damn place, and it isn’t gonna be me.”

“Well, it’s sure as hell not gonna be me,” Renjun said.

You glared at each other.

Then, you remembered something, and reached into your pocket.

“Let’s flip a coin,” you said. “If you lose, Renjun, you have to clean up everything.”

Renjun added, his eyes glinting sharply, “And if you lose, Y/n, you have to clean up everything… and kiss me.”

Blood forced its way through your arteries, making them swell painfully.

Up went the coin, time slowing as it glinted in the electric light, and as it fell, Renjun called, “Heads!”

You flipped the coin onto your wrist.

Heads.

“I guess I have to clean up now,” you said, a smirk spreading over your face.

“And?” Renjun said.

You pushed him onto the ground, straddling him with your legs. Your hair fell over his face.

“And…” you whispered, as you leaned down towards him. “I have to kiss you.”

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A New Year's Kiss

[Barbatos x GN Reader. Perfectly SFW. Have a happy new year guys– I know me and Barbie will]

"You're staring."

"I know."

He chuckles, his pretty face flushing a light pink. How could you not stare? The love of your life was next to you, dressed in clothes you brought him, glowing beneath the human world's moon. All the stars seemed to twinkle in time to your heartbeat. You swear the wind whispered his name. Even the faint beat of music from the city far across the sea seemed to tell you something.

Lean in.

Kiss him.

Kiss him.

Kiss-

"Do you also know that you're drooling, my love?"

You snap back to reality, frantically wiping your mouth only for your hand to come back dry. You snap your head up right as Barbatos bursts into laughter, his joy more infectious than the flu.

"You look so nervous... Can you blame me for teasing you?"

You huff, your false annoyance unconvincing with that smile splitting your face. "Yes, I can! You'd be nervous too if you could see what I do. You're stunning, Barbatos."

Each time his blush deepens, you fall deeper in love.

"I'm so happy to have you out here tonight. I've dreamed of this since October; everyday I imagined sitting here with you, getting closer and closer as the night wore on. Resting our heads together while we whisper secrets. Then, right before the clock strikes twelve, I'd confess."

He's speechless for a moment, surprise widening his eyes and raising his brows. Perfect, pink lips were slightly ajar with something unspoken, and the silence between was filled with crashing ocean waves.

The wind blows, ruffling his hair. You brush a few strands out of his face.

"My love.... We're already dating."

It's finally your turn to laugh. The sound echoes across the ocean before being thrown to the wind.

"I know." You gaze into his eyes, and he holds it, transfixed. "But I don't feel the same way I did when we first got together. The words I once said to you aren't enough to describe how I feel now. I have to get it out, these new words, these new feelings, before my heart bursts."

Just then, a timer goes off on your phone. 11:59 pm.

Shutting it off, you look at him again. "I guess my little speech came out earlier than intended." You smile at him, watching as his face slowly moves from shocked to amazed. There wasn't much difference between the two expressions, really, other than the shift of emotion in his eyes.

Then, he surprises you with a question.

"Can I kiss you?"

You didn't surprise him with your answer though.

"Of course."

Your hands slide up his legs to hold his waist while he wraps his arms lazily around your neck. Your lips meet, and fireworks explode in the background. They're as grand as your love for him, as loud and proud as every "I love you" you've ever exchanged. And as bright as his eyes when he pulls away to breathe.

"Happy New Years, Barbatos. Can I kiss you again?"

He doesn't say "Of course," but with the way he kisses you, he might as well have.

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Happy New Years!!! Love you guys. Here's to another long year of obey me, Barbatos, and writing 🥰🫶🏾