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i am ill (achoo)

[cosmic-glow]

Request: "May I request soft akatsuki headcannons for a reader who loves to bake and cook? It's a passion of mine, and a great stress reliever! There's nothing I won't try and try to make!"

Notes: First of all, I'm sorry it took me so long to respond 😭 I also like cooking and I completely agree with you! I hope you like what I wrote, good reading!

"Are you hungry, love?"- Akatsuki

Warnings: no pronouns; no use of "y/n"; pure cuteness. Gender: Soft Headcanons. Characters: Itachi; Kisame; Deidara; Sasori; Kakuzu; Hidan; Zetsu; Tobi/Obito; Pein; Konan.

Itachi Uchiha

He always offers you help in the kitchen.

He is very picky when cooking for someone but is easily satisfied with whatever you cook for him.

He feels obligated to return the favor by cooking for you too. That's why he took charge of breakfast, always waking up before you to prepare what you like.

Likes hot foods and pasta. Loves handmade sweets.

He prefers traditional foods, but accepts trying new flavors when he's with you.

He loves going out to buy new ingredients with you, he knows a lot about the subject and would be of great help.

Kisame Hoshigaki

You know that popular saying that the best way to conquer a man is through his stomach? It applies very well to this man.

He likes to be spoiled with food and will be grateful for it so.. please cook for him.

His heart feels warm when he comes home and smells something delicious you are preparing.

He likes foods with a sweet and sour taste, and he loves meat. He also loves sweets, so it's not hard to please Kisame.

He loves trying new flavors with you. If you want, he'll even help you in the kitchen, but he's not very good (he's a bit clumsy).

He'll find a way to say thank you, whether it's washing the dishes, giving gifts, taking you out to eat, all of the above, whatever you prefer.

He's the kind of guy who would eat what you prepared even if it was completely burnt if he knew you put effort into it.

Deidara

He likes fast food, but is very happy when you cook for him.

Thanks to you, he's starting to eat more healthily, because he has a childish palate and is very resistant to exploring new flavors.

He likes spicy foods because are like an explosion in the mouth.

"I have to say, honey, your cooking is an art!" - he says with his mouth full when he really likes it.

One of his favorite moments of the day is when you're eating something you've prepared or he's bought, watching a movie and talking about anything.

It's something very simple, but if you make a cake just for him on his birthday, he'll feel so loved that he might even cry a little.

(Sometimes he brags to the other members about having such a skilled s/o in the kitchen).

But please keep this boy the hell away from the kitchen! When I say he's a complete chaos cooking, it's because the kitchen almost always explodes! Literally!

Sasori

He often forgets that he still needs to eat due to his puppet body, so he's grateful that you remind him. He still needs to eat a little every now and then to ensure a bit of vital energy or something.

And yes, that was the lie he invented to not disappoint you. And regardless of whether you believed it or not, he always eats your food, even though he knows how much work it will take to clean his insides afterwards (don't worry, he'll probably come up with something to solve this).

Understand, he lied because he knows how important cooking is to you, he sees how much you work at it, but had the misfortune of being with a guy who doesn't need to eat… but he couldn't risk hurting you for something that's his fault.

Sasori only eats your food and no one else's, no matter how much they insist.

He likes foods with strong spices, he no longer feels flavors in the same way as when he was a human.

At the end of every meal, he politely thanks you for the delicious food and offers to help with the dishes.

Kakuzu

He likes hot, very hot, and traditional foods. Doesn't like sweets.

He's great in the kitchen and sometimes cooks for you too, as a thank you. Kakuzu has many years of experience in the kitchen, take the opportunity to ask questions and get some tips, he may not show it but he really likes to help you.

Maybe you don't know, but Kakuzu practically never eats out, he knows that some people want him dead and could easily poison his food. So for him to eat everything you prepare without hesitation is really a great show of trust.

He is very silent while eating, but he doesn't mind if you want to talk about your day, he will be listening to every part.

He really appreciates your food, getting involved and asking about the spices you used, how you prepared it, he really likes it when you test a new recipe.

Always at the end of every meal he thanks you for the food and gets up before you to clear the table and wash the dishes, a silent way of thanking you.

Hidan

Spicy and crunchy foods and sour desserts, it's true heaven for him...

As incredible as it may seem, Hidan is very picky about his food, it's unbearable to go out to eat with him, it seems like he always makes a point of finding some flaw.

But it's the total opposite with you, he eats everything you prepare without complaining too much, just teasing you a little as always. Except if he is angry with you for some reason, then he will be impossible, no matter what you prepared, he will not eat it.

Hidan has a very annoying childhood palate, so don't force him to eat something he doesn't really like, like vegetables for example.

You'll probably have some arguments about him drink any kind of blood but not wanting to eat the soup you made (for example), but it won't change anything.

Whenever you enter the kitchen, Hidan follows right behind to find out what you're going to prepare and also because he loves to annoy you while you're cooking. He tickles you, bites you, hugs you, kisses you and even steals some utensils to disturb you before you kick him out of the kitchen.

Zetsu

He likes meat a lot, in fact you thought it was the only thing he could eat.

He is very impatient and even hugs you trying to convince you to let him eat before you finish.

"I don't care that it's not ready yet and it's raw, I'm hungry, love. Let me eat it just the way it is."

Not a very good critic of your recipes, he will eat literally anything you put in front of him and thank you for it.

You are the one who teaches him to have a more refined palate and he loves trying new flavors with you.

Zetsu grows a vegetable garden just for you, with everything you need fresh and tasty for your recipes.

Tobi/Obito Uchiha

Tobi >loves< sweets, make sweets for him and you'll have him curled up in the palm of your hand.

Both Tobi and Obito don't like spicy food.

He feels so loved when you cook for him <3 (a tip: prepare ramen for him when he's sad, it'll make him feel better).

Whenever he comes home early he brings you some sweets he bought at the bakery as a treat.

This is another man who is very easy to win over with his stomach. He'll feel very special if you tell him you've prepared something just for him. Make him your guinea pig for new recipes, he really doesn't mind and always gives you great feedback.

He always offers you the first bite out of respect, he is as happy to see you eating and talking about how tasty it is as he is to eat something you prepared.

Pein

Pein went through long periods of starvation as a child, so as much as it may seem, he isn't very picky about what he eats.

Likes hot and spicy foods. Hate sweets.

He is a great fan of your food, even if you've accidentally burnt it or overdone the seasoning, he'll be happy to eat something you've lovingly prepared.

Due to his work as leader of Akatsuki, he often forgets to eat properly. It's you who show up at his office and remind him to eat, with something you've prepared in hand, he's really grateful for your care.

He is always attentive to your needs. Did you like a cuter utensil kit than the ones you have? Are your. Wanting new seasonings? Suddenly they appear in your pantry. Everything you need.

Pein always makes it clear how he likes you to cook but that he doesn't want you to be overwhelmed with it, so he does everything to make this task easier for you, including ordering something from restaurants for you to eat and enjoy your free time together.

Konan

He likes mild sweets and, ironically, spicy foods. (Please make sweets for Konan, she likes a lot).

She will always feel like she is bothering or burdening you when you cook for her.

Konan isn't that good in the kitchen, so she's grateful to have a s/o who cooks so well. Sometimes she watches you cook to try to learn something, in an attempt to return the favor one day.

Buy a lot of sweets for you and make a point of always keeping your pantry well stocked so you don't have to worry about buying ingredients.

As I said, Konan doesn't like to burden you, so very often she takes you on restaurant dates.

Konan loves the culinary tours you plan, she could listen to you talk for hours about techniques, recipes and ideas. She loves seeing how excited you get talking about it.

Sorry for any typos;

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Doctor's Orders

before i say anything else, huge thank you to @victoria-styles for the idea and inspiration, i really hope you enjoy.

WC: 2.8k

warning(s): afab descriptions and she/her pronouns, language, sexual content (fingering), extremely inappropriate relationship with gynecologist (just a work of fiction if your gyno starts to finger you please call the cops lol)

Your eyes and ears are completely tuned in to the sound of the clock ticking on the wall next to the big flat-screen TV. You obsessively check the time every couple of minutes in anxiety that your appointment will come sooner than you thought. 

As soon as you made the appointment you regretted it. You’re an incredibly shy person, you keep to yourself and your two friends that you made in college who never strayed. And you know that it’s so dumb and so childish and irresponsible, but the mere idea of having to go to a place where a person sticks something up your parts is just too much for you. 

Your fingers are starting to feel raw from picking at them and you tilt your head up to the ceiling and blow out a frustrated breath. You wish your anxiety didn’t make doing everyday, human things so difficult for you. It’s even worse that the only time you’ve come to the gynecologist, it’s for something you deem kind of embarrassing. 

One day, you got home from work, exhausted and irritated, you got under the covers, imagined your favorite sexy scenario, waited for the sparks, and…nothing. Just nothing. It felt like you were trying to finish for hours and hours and you got nothing. And since then, nothing’s been able to do it for you. And for some anxiety-boggotten reason, you absolutely refuse to buy a sexy toy online or anything like that. Some crazy part of your mind thinks that the Amazon driver knows exactly what you would have in there and you can’t bear to see their face when they hand you your package. 

So after a grueling couple of months, you finally caved, and here you are, at the gynecologist. 

The sound of a door opening tears your attention away from the clock, and your heart immediately drops, a pit forming deep in your stomach. You almost want to squeeze your eyes shut and cross your fingers in hopes that your name isn’t called, but you’re in public, so you don’t. Instead, you hold your breath and look at the lady who just came out, praying that it isn’t you. 

She calls your name. You release a breath. 

“That’s me.” Your voice comes out shaky. She’s looking down at her tablet as you walk up to her but when she looks up, it’s like she notices your nervousness and gives you a sympathetic but encouraging smile. 

She takes you back and sits you down in a chair, “just gonna take your vitals, honey.” Her voice is soothing, like a mother, and you’re glad she’s the person you’re interacting with before the doctor that you’re so scared about. You look around the room as she does her work and you notice, the place is decorated really nicely. As if it had a woman’s touch. You know that more than one doctor works here, but you wonder if yours is going to be a woman, honestly that would make you feel a little better. 

She finishes rather quickly after asking you some questions about your medical history and things of the sort, and then her cadence changes, “Is it okay if I touch you?” She asks. You frown in confusion but nod. She places her hand on your arm and squeezes, “I know that this is your first time and I can tell that you’re really nervous, but trust me, Dr. Styles is the best we’ve got. He’s incredibly professional and kind, he’ll make you feel comfortable. And it’s better for you if you relax anyway.” She smiles gently, giving your arm one last squeeze before she picks up her stuff and walks towards the door.

Before she leaves, she turns around, leaning against the slightly ajar door, and shoots you a teasing smirk, “I’ll make sure to tell him to be extra gentle with you, dear.” And with that, she leaves. She’s sweet. And she definitely made you feel much better about the whole thing. 

It’s only a couple minutes of just a little internal freaking out before the door opens and your senses are automatically overtaken with a waft of strong cologne. 

“Alright…what do we have here…ah!” Your name falls perfectly from his lips, and an involuntary smile graces your face at his apparent goofy nature and the smile only grows when he grins back at you, dimples poking in his stubbly cheeks. 

“How are you feeling today? Hannah told me you were looking a bit nervous before. Has any of that subsided or do I need to do some breathing exercises with you?” He quips brilliantly. I guess being a doctor he’s well aware that laughter is the best medicine.

“I’m doing okay, actually. Much better.” Your voice comes out soft, unable to get it any louder than that. He gives you an approving smile and then offers his hand out for you to shake it. 

“M’name is Dr. Harry Styles. You can call me Harry, Dr. Styles, or Doc. Whatever you’re comfortable with. I’m personally fine with it all. I know your name already and…” he blows out a breath with his eyes comically wide “...basically your entire medical history so I think it’s safe to say we’re well acquainted!” You take his hand and shake it softly, a small giggle leaving your lips. You don’t miss the way he glances down at the contact. His hand feels nice. And you know it’s weird to be thinking that about your doctor, especially when that same hand will probably be somewhere near your genitals in the next couple of minutes, but his hand feels really nice against yours. Calloused and sturdy, yet gentle and soft.

You appreciate how he immediately got in tune with how cracking jokes made you more comfortable. It feels like extra effort to you and a warm feeling blooms in your chest at how attentive he is. You can tell that he cares about his patients and takes pride in his job, and it makes you feel so much more comfortable. 

“Okay m’darling. Says you’re here for a regular check up. Are you sure there’s no concerns? Nothing we should be worryin’ about? S’more helpful if you tell me now so I know what to look for.” His hand goes out to motion you to lie down on the examination table. You oblige and he grins at you again, waiting for your response. 

“Oh um…it’s nothing really just a very minor issue…” his eyes flick down to the movement of you fidgeting with your fingers and he presses his lips together and sighs, he looks up at you for permission before he takes your hands in his and starts to press them out with his.

 “This is okay, yeah?” he questions softly, nodding along with you when you nod, “I absolutely need you to relax, darling. This’ll be so much easier if you’re relaxed and calm. Need you to loosen up. Do that for me?”

You nod and try your best to follow his instructions. Something about his hands on yours and his gentle voice filling your ears only makes it that much easier. And you have a feeling he knows that. 

“There you go, honey. Now tell me what’s wrong so I can make it better.” 

“I just…ever since like a month ago, I haven’t really been able to um…finish. And ever since then I’ve barely been able to get turned on… or wet. Is that normal? Because I was fine before but all of a sudden I just…couldn’t anymore. It just feels like something might be wrong with me.” You let out a huge breath after you’ve finally revealed your problem. And as much as it feels like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders, it also terrifies you what his reaction is going to be. 

He doesn’t even blink. You imagine he’s dealt with things like this before, and you’re not surprised that he has little to no reaction. It’s literally his job. You figure you shouldn’t have been this nervous to begin with.

“Don’t worry m’darling. We’ll figure it out.” he coos, his thumbs rubbing softly on your knuckles, “alright. Let’s get started shall we?” 

You had already put your surgical gown on before he got here so all he has to do is lift the bottom up and get to business. And that’s exactly what he does. He puts his gloves on and lifts your gown on, his brows furrowed in concentration and his lips pursed in a cute pout.

He feels around, brushing his fingers through your folds. You jerk when his fingers brush your clit in a feather-light touch. He rolls his lips into his mouth briefly and you suddenly wish a hole would open right now and swallow you into the floor. You try not to, but you can’t stop ogling his concentrated face. He bites the inside of his cheek and squints his eyes slightly as he takes a closer look, “s’perfect, honey. Everything looks fine.” 

“Gotta figure out what’s going on with you though, hm?” He looks you right in the eyes as he says it, his hand resting on your thigh dangerously close to your cunt and you nod quickly, taking deep breaths in as quietly as you can. Something about the way he’s looking at you, handling you, talking to you, it’s got your stomach warming, and your core tingling in a way that you’ve sorely missed. He’s touching you like he wants you.

He gently talks you through the speculum, using his hand rubbing softly on your thigh and his voice to calm you down. After he’s done he praises you softly and heat blooms in your chest.

“Still shy on me?” he teases, turning around. He starts to fiddle with his things on the desk, picking a bottle of lube and squeezing it on his finger. You immediately hold a breath. This is the part where he’ll actually be inside you. All words that you could have said in response to his teasing are immediately stolen from your lips, all you can do is wait there in anticipation as he gets himself ready for you. 

“M’kay, darling”, he returns to you, placing his free hand on your thigh, “just gonna check on you. That okay?” 

“Mhm.” You feel like an idiot, unable to speak to your literal doctor because for some reason he’s got you feeling things you haven’t felt in months. 

“I’d prefer it if you used your words.” 

“Yes, Dr. Styles.” You manage to get the words out and he offers you a proud grin. When he pulls your gown up again, he sucks in a breath, his pupils dilating. He looks back up at you and it’s like you can feel the condescension in his gaze before he even opens his mouth. 

“Oh honey…nothing’s wrong with you.” He strokes his finger through your folds, eyes honed in on your cunt and a far-away look in his eyes as if he’s mesmerized by it. He presses his fingers at your entrance and you suck in a breath, “you’re okay, honey. S’okay.” He soothes you as he slowly slides his finger in. Both of your mouths part from the tight stretch. A soft puff of breath leaves his lips and a soft moan leaves yours. 

The second the sound leaves your mouth, your cheeks flame in embarrassment, you whisper out a slew of apologies and he only shushes you. His thumb on his free hand stroking your thigh soothingly. His finger leaves you until it reaches the knuckle, then it pushes right back into you, ripping a sharp gasp from your throat. 

“Shh shh. Just takin’ care of you like I’m supposed to.” He curls his finger up inside of you and a shaky moan leaves your throat. As soon as he hits that sensitive spot inside you, it’s like all of the orgasms you could’ve been having in the past few months come back to consume you tenfold. Your jaw hangs open as he starts to move his fingers faster, playing with you like a damn fiddle. 

“How’s that feel, honey? Feels like you’re better already. Made such a mess and you’re already squeezing me so tight.” Every word that leaves his lips goes straight to your cunt, his husky deep voice releases a cage of butterflies in your stomach, and when he coaxes a second finger inside of you and adjusts his hand so his thumb rubs against your clit, it immediately feels as if you’re about to burst. 

“Oh god—Dr. Styles.” You shriek out. 

“Harry, honey. Say Harry. Say m’name while I’m making you cum.” He demands, his fingers fucking you harder and robbing the breath from your lungs. You manage to stutter out his name and an approving groan leaves his lips, “look at you, honey, following the doctor’s orders. Such a good girl.” 

The warm feeling brews in your tummy before it starts to spread and bloom in your whole body. Your body tenses up to brace yourself for the intense amounts of pleasure you know you’re about to feel and a staccato of moans leaves your bitten lips. 

“Don’t fight it, honey. Let yourself have it. You deserve this.” It’s amazing how he can expertly coax you through an expressively powerful climax with his words, he knows exactly what to say to you and what tone to say it in to make you putty in his hands, “know you’ve needed this for so long. S’been so hard, hm? Bet this pussy was aching without someone to take care of it. Let me take care of it, darling. Cum all over my fingers like I know you can.” 

You can almost taste it, it climbs and it climbs, your stomach tensing and your thighs shaking, each firm rub against your g-spot makes you crumble and it swirls and sparks in your tummy. Light tremors turn into full-body shudders when the build-up of pleasure finally explodes like an earthquake. You moan brokenly, your voice cracking as you gasp for air and let yourself feel the pleasure you’ve been missing.  

He talks you through it, leading you through the most powerful orgasm you think you’ve ever had. You instantly feel the tension leave your body with it. He takes away all the pent-up frustration and dissatisfaction with every word and movement of his hand. 

It’s when he keeps going that it begins to border on the painful side of painful pleasure. That sexy concentrated look is back on his face as he pulses his fingers faster inside you with a second wind of determination. 

A pained whine leaves your throat and your hand shoots out to grab his arm. You attempt to tug him away and squirm away from his touch, but he doesn’t relent. He uses his other hand to pin you down and your other hand shoots up to your mouth so the scream that you let out isn’t heard throughout the whole office. 

“Take it. We’ve got to make sure you’re better. Cum again for me.” Your legs shake uncontrollably. You’ve never felt pleasure so intense that it hurts before, and it’s making you feel like your brain has liquified. You fully give in to him, your body submits and you let him play with your body exactly how he wants. 

Before you know it, he’s driven you over the peak again. Your head falls back onto the exam table, thoroughly exhausted. He smiles gently at you, so innocent and nonchalant, as if he didn’t just completely ruin you on his fingers a minute before. His pointer finger brushes against your cheek before his hand cradles your face. 

“You’re all better then, yeah?” His voice is soft and comforting, it fills your tummy with warmth, and you suddenly have the urge to let him talk to you sleep as he holds you right here on the exam table, “think you’re my new favorite patient.” He whispers with a smirk.

He lets you get up and shakily put back on your clothes. And in all honesty, you’re surprised you can walk right now.

He took such good care of you. You naturally feel indebted to him and you start to thank him but he just holds up his hand and stops you with an incredulous look on his face. 

“No need to thank me, darling. Just doing my job.” He assures. “The only thanks I need is you coming back here next time you need my help.” 

After all your stuff is packed and you’re walking towards the door of the exam room, his voice stops you. You turn around to face him and you’re met with his gorgeous face. He wears a gentle smile but teasing eyes. When he speaks you immediately know that his words have promise written between the lines.

“Drive safe, honey. M’looking forward to your next appointment.”

[ferrstappen]

max the extra wag l Max Verstappen

a/n: this is so bad im sorry but it just came to my mind! I hope to post the second part of the Lando break up series tomorrow, hopefully after he gets on the podium!!!!

pairing: Max Verstappen x female reader

genre: fluff

FIND THE REST OF MAX THE WAG SERIES HERE

summary: you can't keep up with all the drama outside the track, but your boyfriend keeps you updated.

It's not like you didn't check social media or that your algorithm didn't show you edits of your boyfriend driving, trauma dumping, looking cute and hot as always, but after a couple of weeks being exploited as an intern, you didn't really have the time to keep up with the usual gossip from Max's work.

Monaco GP, 2023

It was great to be home. The best of the Monaco Grand Prix was that you could sleep on your own bed, you and Max could walk back home hand in hand, stopping to buy things you may need: sweets to fill your purse to binge while sitting on the garage, the special herbal blend Max liked to have before going to bed, condoms because the last box was almost empty.

Adored and precious routine. almost.

You had to admit Monaco made you a little more nervous, not only because of the narrow streets, but a lot of important, well-known people were all over the place, and Max was the center of it all. Even after years of relationship, you still felt nervous when he looked at your with glowing eyes.

This is my girlfriend, (y/n). She has this great internship because she's the best of her class. I'm sure you've met before.

When all that was over, you chatted a bit with known photographers from the paddock, and right when you were speaking to one of them, you noticed the special white and red look of Charles Leclerc, walking hand in hand with a girl.

It didn't catch your attention immediately, but when you were back home, comfortably sitting on your bed reading an article for work while Max viewed the photographs of the day, the image sneaked in your thoughts.

"You didn't tell me about Charles and Charlotte!" you released the statement a bit harsher than expected, Max's eyebrows furrowing.

"Tell you what?" Max was confused and his face showed it, it was funny.

"Charles Leclerc? Charlotte Siné? Sounds familiar?" you said playfully rolling your eyes.

"I know who they are, schat, but I don't know the thing I was supposed to tell you about? They broke up months ago, they even announced it on instagram, although it was completely unnecessary if you ask me," The last sentence painted a smile on your face, recognizing the change of the tone of his voice, posture and facial expressions, he was ready to gossip.

"But I saw them walking together today! They were walking towards the Ferrari garage, they were holding hands and everything!"

Right in that moment, you observed how his expression changed before realizing a chuckle, his loud and gorgeous laugh that instantly made your insides flutter because it came from his stomach, his lungs; the purest laugh, your favorite.

"She is his new girlfriend, babe," Max told you and your jaw dropped. "Checo said the same thing to me and Daniel when they walked in together for the first time, Checo was sure it was Charlotte until Charles introduced us before the press conference," Now he was in full gossip mode: sitting straighter, phone left behind, blue eyes open wide.

"I'm speechless," you told him, repeating what you saw in the morning over and over again, but your feelings suddenly deviated from surprise to betrayal, playfully hitting Max's thigh. "Honey, why didn't you tell me that sooner?!"

Barcelona GP, 2023

Today you entered the paddock alone, coming straight from the hotel room after landing just an hour ago. You were sad to miss Friday, but your boss said it was vital for you to be in the office on Friday, insisting the meetings couldn't be held on Zoom.

You knew it was because he's a Mercedes fan and hoped Max would be distracted without having you there.

As if. your presence wasn't very vital during the weekend and you were well aware of it.

Admiring the amount of fans cheering for their favorite drivers, a sea of red Ferrari merchandising and flags, you walked by the Ferrari garage to greet Carlos, letting him know you (and Max) were cheering for him to get P2.

P1 belonged to your boyfriend, always.

Quickly scanning the drivers lounge you noticed the Sainz family, very close to each other, Carlos Sainz Sr. listening to everything the engineers were saying about his son's strategy and car.

But something was missing, and it was easy to notice because every friend and family of Carlos was there.

With that idea roaming, you reached your destination, grabbing a sugar free Red Bull before finding your boyfriend with his suit hanging from his hips, tightly hugging him from his waist while carefully extending your neck to meet his lips.

Max was required to stay longer on the track, Christian letting him know they added a meeting to discuss strategy because of the changing wether.

This left you with almost an hour to kill; your head resting on his thighs as he carefully juggling.

"Max, have you heard anything from the party last week? after the gp?" this got Max's attention, already knowing you had a piece of information.

"I know Lando almost hooked up with a girl from Latin America, from Chile I think? but nothing happened because his brother was staying on his flat. Charles and... ex girlfriend 2.0? made it official. Checo didn't go anywhere because last year still haunts him..." Max was mentally remembering every piece of information he'd heard during the week. "Oh, and I think Carlos was with a girl that wasn't his girlfriend? Christian said they didn't do anything, but Max Fewtrell said they left together,"

"Interesting because you know who's not in the Ferrari garage? at his home race? Isa," You told Max, which caused him to drop the colorful balls he was juggling.

"No! So it's true? he cheated?" He whisper shouted.

"Maybe they've been broken up for some time, now that I think about it I haven't seen her since testing?"

Neither Max nor you heard when someone walked in, calling for Max. Because now Max's head was resting on your legs as your fingers caressed his hair, his hands moving around as he came up with a possible theory, tying loose ends and trying to remember anything he'd heard.

The subject was forgotten once you arrived to the hotel room; lights off, eyes almost closing, but Max gasped when he remembered something Alonso mentioned during a press conference, apparently after hearing Lance talking with Esteban.

"Lance said Esteban and his girlfriend are over, do you think it's true?" Max asked you, and this brought up another thing.

"Did you hear anything about Lance cheating or whatever at his sister's wedding?" now you asked him, bodies coming closer to each other.

Now sleep was long forgotten and the only important thing was the gossipy whispers, the loud giggle leaving Max's lips when something sounded too ridiculous, and the security of knowing you'd never be the subject of those rumors.

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Painkiller 2

— PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Pregnant!Fem!Reader

— SUMMARY: You begged Patrick for a good fuck, and who is he to deny it to his sweet little girl?

— CONTAINS: Smut, Dom!Patrick, pet names, degradation (reader is called some names), Daddy kink, dirty talk, vaginal sex, oral sex (f receiving), pregnancy sex/kink, creampie/breeding kink, semi-public sex.

— WORDS: 1.5k

— A/N: Sorry for the long hiatus in posting, I'm still trying to restore some energy, but I hope you enjoy this little piece of text!

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"Now you be a good girl and keep those pretty lips of yours quiet." Patrick drawled, his eyes ablaze with wicked intent. He lowered his head, pressing a fierce kiss on the side of your neck.

Trembling, you gasped breathlessly as your inner walls clenched around nothing, yearning for his hot, rock hard flesh to be inside of you.

“Patrick,” you murmured, pulling him closer, your taut nipples were visible through the thin material of your hospital gown. “I… I want you.”

"You needy little slut," Bateman hissed, his eyes fixed on the tantalizing sight of your hardened little peaks, then he leaned down to capture one nipple with his teeth, biting down gently through the fabric, eliciting a muffled whimper from you. "I'm going to fill you up, babydoll," he promised in a dark whisper. "Every fucking inch of you, until you're dripping with me."

With his free hand, Patrick began to fumble with his belt, every nerve on edge with anticipation, his dick aching with desperate need, bulging against the tight confines of his Armani pants.

"Mmhm—Daddy," a muffled moan escaped your lips, your hands clinging desperately to his strong biceps. "I w-want to give you as many children as you want."

Shaking like a leaf, your body desperately longed to be claimed by him again and again, a feeling even stronger than despair — belonging to him was as vital as breathing air.

“Oh, you have no idea what you're in for… Do you, honey?" Bateman taunted, his voice low and possessive.

Patrick couldn't help but groan as the heat of your hands threatened to burn right through the fabric of his expensive shirt.

"Do you really like seeing me pregnant?" You wondered as you sensed his long, thin fingers playing with your tender flesh. "I'm so nervous about gaining so much weight, Daddy." Your voice was tinged with embarrassment as he removed your hospital gown.

"Like?" Patrick rejoined, a devilish chuckle rumbling from his chest. "Damn, dollface, I fucking love seeing you pregnant." His words were infused with raw desire, his gaze sweeping over your swollen form with predatory intensity. The sight of his seed blooming in life within you was a heady combination of possession and power, a tantalizing cocktail that sent his nerves ablaze.

Carefully, you got down on all fours on the hospital bed in front of him, your legs already trembling with sweet anticipation from what about to come. "I need you so much, but please don't hurt the baby."

"Don't worry, darling, Daddy knows just what he's doing." His words hung in the air between you two, possessive and domineering.

Then without further ado, Bateman plunged his throbbing length into your heat, his low groan echoing off the walls of the room. With skilled control, he began to move against your shivering, little form; his grip retaining a firm hold on your hips as they moved to the rhythm of your shared lust. The sensation of your soft inner walls beginning to clench around him, already coaxing gruff moans from his lips. This was where he belonged, buried deep within you, imprinting himself onto every fiber of your being.

"It's so deep… a-awww," you whimpered, and then you had to bite the pillow to suppress all the lewd sounds as you were desperately doing your best to take him in completely. "Daddy, p-please!”

"Oh, sweetness," Patrick grunted in response, pleasure clawing its way up his spine as you tightened around him. Gently, he traced a single manicured thumb in circles around the small of your back, the reminder to be careful tucked safely in the back of his mind. "You like it deep, don't you? Like feeling me fill up your slutty little pussy?"

The potential of being caught only seemed to add an extra dose of adrenaline to your veins, the thrill of it making your hearts practically thud in their cages.

"Now hush," Bateman ordered with a sharp thrust of his hips, his voice a low growl in your ear. "Don't want the good doctors to find out how much of a slut their patient is, do we?" He quipped, his fingers tightening around your hip as he continued his relentless pace; his other hand came down to rub teasing circles around your clit, his aim to drive you as crazy with need as you drove him.

Panting, you leaned on your elbows to minimize the weight on your pregnant bump. The fear of damaging the baby couldn't really let you relax and enjoy the moment of intimacy you were sharing, but you kept quiet, only the sounds of heavy panting and flesh hitting flesh filling the hospital room.

"I w-want you to make me pregnant again, Daddy…" You mewled against the pillow, gripping it as hard as you could from the overwhelming sensation of being so full.

Why was it so hot? To be claimed by his seed, even though you were already pregnant, you had a wicked desire to be bred again and again.

"God, you drive me fucking insane, honey," Patrick groaned as your pussy clamped around his cock once more, truly testing his control. "Give you another one, huh?" He snarled, the sound echoing off the stark white walls of the room. "Fine… a-argh… I’ll spill my fucking seed inside you again…" He growled, losing himself in the fierce desire to mark you in the most intimate way possible.

Nothing was as intoxicating for him as the glazed look in your beautiful eyes, the satisfaction of knowing he would paint your insides with his seed, claiming you as his again and again. Even in a twisted world such as his, this was his greatest conquest, a show of dominance and possession that only spurred his desires further.

As you felt his pounding getting rugged and sloppy, you clung to his hands on your hips, gasping quietly in delight. "Cum for me, Daddy, please, c-cum for me!" Bateman couldn’t hold back it anymore as he spiralled into a blinding crescendo of pleasure, releasing his seed deep within you and keeping you close like a predator trapping its prey. Even though you didn't reach your high yet, you felt elevated by the blissful sensation of his warm liquid filling you from the inside. With a muffled sigh, you turned to look at him, but you couldn't see his face clearly in the darkness, though you knew how smug and arrogant he might be right now, so you decided to continue playing this game, boosting his ego even more.

"Gosh, it feels so good," you purred, spreading your legs wider as your own hand began to work on your feverish, little bud. "But I need you more."

Bateman leaned back, momentarily lost in the obscene picture you painted. "Uh, do you?" He teased, his words laced with thinly veiled lust as he maneuvered himself to his knees, the movement causing ripples in the muscles of his sculpted abs. "You want me to taste you, babe?"

With a smirk, Patrick dove right in, his tongue dipping into you with a harsh swipe as he tasted you, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he feasted. The taste of his cum mixed with your own flavor was intoxicating. God, he would never get enough of you.

Whimpering obscenely, you pressed your face against the hospital bed, your insides ready to burn from pleasure as his masterful tongue knew exactly what to do, drawing invisible lines along your delicate petals, forcing you to soak so hard — you could feel your juices running down your inner thighs, but Bateman was immediately cleaning it up with his eager mouth.

"Ah, Daddy," you were so close and yet so embarrassed at the thought of someone outside hearing what the two of you were doing. "Please, please, please! I love you... I love you s-so much!" You almost wept, praying that you wouldn't get caught and that he wouldn't punish you for not being a good, obedient girl like he wanted you to be.

"You sound so pretty when you call me Daddy, sweetheart," Patrick moaned against your soft flesh, his voice a saccharine poison dripping into your ears. His tongue slid back up your slit, slower this time, the flat of it pressing against your bundle of nerves with agonizing restraint. "I'm not done with you yet." He warned, his tone foreboding as he dived back between your thighs with renewed energy, his tongue darting in and out of you in rhythmic motions.

"I'm cumming, D-Daddy, a-aww, I'm cumming," a quivering yelp escaped your half-open lips as you clutched the sheets of the hospital bed, your legs shaking in his tight grip. "Pat-Patrick!"

Paralyzed, you forgot how to breathe as your inner muscles began to spasm around his tongue, the sensation was so intense, so overwhelming — the knowledge that you belonged to this man completely and irrevocably was as astonishing as rain in the dry desert. After all, you wanted to carry as many children as he wanted, and the idea of being a tradwife for him didn't seem strange to you anymore.

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"cmon you know i don't get sick" + “i’m just trying to get all this work done! i have no time to rest” for supercorp pleasee

i love your writing sm, thank youuu

"Take Me Home?"

〚 Notes - It’s been a while! I’ve been so swamped with work and other stuff, that I honestly haven’t had the chance to write in a while! Hopefully this makes up for it! <3〛

〚 Pairing - Supercorp 〛

〚 Summary - Lena is overworking herself again, Kara has come to take her home. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 1250 〛

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“Hey you, I’ve brought lunch!” Kara pushed opened the door to Lena’s office with a bright smile, the chirp in her bubbly voice brightening the room a little, “They were all out of those cajun fries you like so I got curly fries instead because who doesn’t like curly fri-“

She paused. Her smile slowly turning into a worried frown as she released something wasn’t right. Sure, the big stacks of piled up newspapers, reports and other random documents weren’t new. Ever since buying CatCo, it seemed Lena’s new office was constantly drowning in paperwork but usually there was a pretty ravenette sat neatly amongst the chaos.

Today, however, Lena was slumped over her desk, her dark hair disheveled and her usually sharp eyes were glassy and tired. She glanced up blearily as Kara entered, quickly trying to muster a smile that turned into a series of sneezes.

“Bless you,” Kara said softly, her brow crinkling a little as she tried to work out what was wrong, “You look awful Lee.”

“Gee, thanks, aren’t you a charmer?” Lena replied, her voice raspy and thick with congestion. She tried to laugh, but it ended in a harsh, wet cough. “Just what I needed to hear.

“Oh Roa, are you sick?” Kara exclaimed as the realisation hit her, dropping the takeout bag on the nearest surface and rushing to Lena’s side. “Why didn’t you tell me? What’s wrong, are you gonna be okay?”

She still wasn’t great at dealing with human sickness. Alex wasn’t one to get ill often and on the occasion that she would, the brunette would often hide it anyway, so Kara still wasn’t the best at judging when someone wasn’t feeling well.

In reply Lena sighed a little and shook her head in denial. Kara’s worried babbling was a little amusing, but her worry was misplaced, “Come on, you know I don’t get sick.”

“Well, that’s a lie.” Kara blinked a little cluelessly, “Everyone gets sick. You had the flu 2 years ago and then was that time just after you moved to National City when we ate that dodgy takeout, and it made you-“

“Okay!” Lena interrupted before she could continue her sentence, not wanting to relive the events. She rubbed her temples for a moment before sighing as she pushed yet another file aside, “You know what I meant, I don’t get sick easily. It’s honestly nothing, just a small bug.”

A “small bug” which moments later had her falling into a rather nasty sounding coughing fit, leaving her barely able to catch a breath before pitching forward helplessly with a series of sneezes, demonstrating quite perfectly how not okay she was.

Kara only hummed softly, shaking her head disapprovingly as she folded her arms over her chest, taking a few steps to stand just in front of her wife’s desk.

“Try again. That doesn’t sound ‘just a bug’ to me. You sound dreadful love.” The blonde sighed, reaching into her bag to pull out a packet of tissues which she offered out to her.

“Kara, honey, there’s nothing to worry about. I just caught a bit of a head cold, thats all,” Lena finally admitted but waved her hand dismissively at the offered tissues, but a damp sniffle undermined her action. “I’m still just trying to find something to link everything back to Edge in these old reports, I know it’s in here somewhere.”

It was work she’d been at it for days now. There was vital proof of Morgan Edge was behind some of the ongoing antics in National City. Just the sort of proof she needed to get finally get him. It was somewhere in these files, she knew it was! But chasing the already loose paper trail she was looking for was no easy task.

The Luthor opened up another file, reading over it for a moment before sighing and pushing it to the side when she realised it didn’t contain the information she needed. Lena turned her head away to muffle another short, rough cough into her elbow before letting her head fall onto her hands, “This is useless, it’s gonna take ages to find what I need like this.”

Kara sighed sympathetically, “I think you’d do better if you could actually focus love, let me take you home?” She offered as she went to the side to pour some water into a glass before offering it out to her.

Lena accepted the glass with a soft smile. She seemed to debate her offer for just a second, her tired eyes gazing longingly at Kara for a moment before she stubbornly shook her head with a firm decision, “I’m just trying to get all this work done, I have no time to rest. I can sleep when it’s done.”

This wasn’t going to satisfy her wife, however. The Kyrptonian knew how stubborn the Luthor could be, especially when it came down to work, but Kara was stubborn too, especially when it came down to the health of someone she cared about.

Kara raised an unimpressed eyebrow, her hand coming to rest on her hip, “And just how much sleep have you been getting recently?”

“Enough.” Lena mumbled somewhat evasively, her tired gaze not quite meeting the blonde’s eyes. She hadn’t been home in a few days, instead she’d been opting instead to sleep at the office or her lab at L-Corp.

Kara narrowed her eyes, clearly not convinced. “Lena,” She began slowly, her tone gentle but firm, “You know you can’t keep running on empty like this. If you don’t take care of yourself, you’re going to burn out. Then where will you be?”

Lena opened her mouth to argue, but the words were cut off by another round of violent coughing. She turned away, trying to suppress the fit, but it left her breathless and drained. When she finally caught her breath, she looked up at Kara with weary eyes, the fight in her slowly ebbing away.

“I just... I need to get this done, Kara,” Lena said, her voice cracking slightly, more from the strain than emotion. “Edge has been untouchable for too long, and if I don’t find something to take him down...”

Kara’s expression softened as she moved closer, placing a hand on Lena’s shoulder and squeezing softly, “I know how important this is to you,” She murmured reassuringly, “But you’re not going to be any good to anyone if you work yourself into the ground like this.”

Lena hesitated, her resolve wavering under Kara’s pleading gaze. The thought of curling up in bed, of letting herself rest in the warmth of her love’s arms, was becoming more and more appealing. She knew she couldn’t keep going like this—not if she wanted to be effective in any of her roles, as a CEO, as a friend, as a wife.

Finally, she sighed in defeat, nodding slightly. “Okay,” She spoke, her voice was hoarse and barely audible, but Kara heard the whispered words nonetheless, “Take me home?”

The blonde smiled, finally glad to have broken through, “Of course sweetheart, come here.”

Kara extended a hand, helping lift Lena her up from the seat before pulling the Luthor into her arms, Lena let out a content sigh. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” She murmured, nuzzling her head into the safety of Kara’s neck.

Kara only smiled and kissed the top of Lena’s head as she held her a little closer. “You’ll never have to find out.”

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[dadsbongos]

hii can i ask pavel bf hcs pretty pleasee i am soo in love with him….

kinda just general fluffy ideas that ignore the various plot implications of pav actually having a significant other

you two will not organically meet, pav sees you and thinks you’re perrrdy and then amasses schemes and flowcharts and data on how he can best introduce himself to you so you’ll like him

in his head, as you’re first meeting, is basically computer code for him to find the most charismatic version of himself to make you swoon

Pavel “if smile and nod = true then kiss” Yudin

but to him its justified because he reasons his feelings are honest

he is kind of a menace tho, he ACTS very polite opening doors buying flowers, even paying your tabs

his words though… oh god he’s terrible

pav is kinda THE “i only like my partner” trope guy cuz he genuinely cannot stand talking to people that irritate him, and most people that aren’t you irritate him

openly passive-aggressive to people that interrupt his time with you

he’s also prone to just saying bizarrely horny shit out of nowhere, you’ll be on a nice date :3 a cute dinner :3 and he goes

“I like this wine, it makes me want to suck your cleavage.”

“Your hands are cold, should i warm them with my testicles?”

i also have a personal hc that he HATES unfamiliar men unless they’re visibly timid/scrawnier than him 

so he SEEMS like the jealous type at first, but his absolute disdain over you hanging around other men actually has nothing to do with jealousy he just hates mfs

speaking of: pav isn’t very jealous at his core, he figures anybody who wants to leave him will so he’s not going to embarrass himself by clinging onto someone who doesn’t want him 

however, he lovesssss jealous partners, that’s one of his toxic traits

pav loves the possessiveness and passion, being shown that he’s important to you is soso vital to him

he doesn’t actually want to be controlled and chained down, but he likes pretending he does and teasing the idea so you’re sometimes forced to play the crazy s/o when you’re… not lol

goes out of his way to say to his lil bunker buddies “oh yeah, might not wanna read this letter, my love is kinda crazy. kinda out there. a little unhinged, even, they can get super intense.”

and then your letter is just like “hi honey hope you’re sleeping well :) love you lots and keep doing your best!!”

he is VERY affectionate also -- whenever he’s home he’s clinging to you constantly

you’re cooking? he’ll be hugging you from behind

you’re reading? he’ll lay on top of you

he has to go back to work? you should come with! he’ll sneak you in :3 the bremen army will never even notice you’re there!

wants to get married so you can hurry up and move in the family housing, but also doesn’t want to get married in case you’re tied to him for his extreme treason

[worriedvision]

I love your tighnari fanfic angst!!! how about Cyno & Tighnari x reader ( not polly) finding reader getting injured after argument?? it can be fully angst or angst > fluff!!

Gender neutral reader, decided not to kill off the reader so that'll be nice lol, tagged as angst.

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Cyno:

"You really need to stop fretting over a silly little cut on my leg." Cyno shakes his head, you refusing to leave the wound unattended.

"Honey, you don't know if the instrument had poison on it!" You huff, inspecting the wound closer as you begin to apply the powder you produced to detect such a substance.

"See, the wound isn't a threat." Cyno huffs.

"You need to look after yourself more." You retaliate, disinfecting the wound before reaching to apply the bandage. Cyno stands up, walking away as you try to call out to make him stop. "Cyno, I wasn't done!"

"No, _, you are done." Cyno states. "I cannot afford to waste my time here, I'm sorry. You know how my work is."

"And a few more seconds was just that important to you, huh?" You tell out, Cyno ignoring you as he closed the door on you.

--

You had been talking to doctors all day the next day. The argument was fresh in your mind, but you couldn't help but think of him. Was he safe? Did his wound get exposed?

Oh, no matter. You had to focus on the medical mumbo jumbo these doctors were trying to impress you with. See, you weren't open to just giving the powder to any doctor, and you knew the ones who approached you were purely wanting to figure out the exact formula, selling it at a horribly high price.

Walking back home, you felt like someone was watching you. Deciding to take a longer route, through the Avidya Forest, you wanted someone to see you in the case someone hurt you. Feeling someone plunge a scalpel into your back, your eyes widen as you seem to lose the ability to hear. Was it adrenaline? Fear? You didn't know. You see Tighnari rushing over with a forest ranger, pointing at the culprit as the forest ranger wrestled them to the ground as he performs care on you. You trust him, and you hold out the powder to him. Furrowing his brows, he grabs it as you pass out.

--

You wake up to Tighnari taking notes, Cyno sitting by your bed and clearly nodding off to sleep. Groaning out, you slowly start to get familiar with your surroundings.

"Morning, sleepyhead." Tighnari cheers, nudging Cyno awake. Cyno looks over, seeing you awake, and he sighs out of relief. "Your powder was certainly interesting to use. After using the powder, and treating you for a possible poisoning, Cyno demonstrated the reaction that takes place when there isn't poison."

"Yeah, I had doctors trying to buy the lot. I could tell they didn't plan on using it for direct treatment." You shake your head.

"Well, the criminal who assaulted you was apprehended." Tighnari states.

After a couple seconds of silence, you get an idea.

"Say, would you like to have a delivery of the powder?" You ask. Tighnari nods, tail wagging.

"Tighnari, can I have a word alone with _?" Cyno asks. Tighnari nods, grabbing his clipboard and continuing his writing after leaving the room.

"I do appreciate the effort you put into taking care of me." Cyno states. "You're only being cautious about the possibility of poison. Seeing you get poisoned with a small wound like the one on my leg made me realise you had a point."

"...Do you have work today?" You ask. "I wouldn't want you to skive off work because you wanted to say sorry to me." You bitterly spit out.

"No. After hearing what happened last night, I made sure today would be off. I want to spend time with you, to show you I love you"

--

Tighnari:

"So you didn't get the materials?" Tighnari raises a brow, completely unimpressed.

"Nari, the deserts had bad sandstorms. I couldn't get the materials!" You protest, Tighnari groaning out of frustration.

"I need these materials for medicine. Do you not realise I am out?" Tighnari tuts, crossing his arms and shaking his head.

"Fine, if it's that vital I'll just go out in the middle of the current sandstorm that's been predicted to last for a few days." You huff, walking out.

"Stop your excuses, I need this medication for several people!" He screeches, you not daring to turn back. "Don't come back empty handed."

--

Unfortunately, you couldn't get far. The sandstorm grew worse and worse as you ventured further, hoping to get the fruits required. Dehydration, heat exhaustion and the pain of the sandstorm was enough to knock you out.

You got carried by Dehya to Aaru Village, where Candace allowed you to stay while you recovered. The recovery was not speedy, and she was not allowing you to leave as the sandstorm hadn't finished up. Upon asking you why you were there, you explain the situation.

"We have a supply, I would be more than happy to aid you. If it means you don't venture out into the sandstorm again, that is." She explains, you nodding.

"Oh, and your boyfriend got these flowers delivered for you. He must have done something silly, he's written you a letter. Of course, I don't know the contents, but I know these flowers usually are gifted as an apology." She giggles, handing you said letter.

'_,

I'm sorry I didn't believe you when you explained the situation regarding the Sandstorms in the desert. Upon reflection, I should have controlled my temper with you. I heard through Cyno that you had been found in the middle of a particularly bad sandstorm, and I know this was because I pushed you to get the desert specialties.

When you return to your home, I can assure you I won't make this mistake again. You don't need to fear the idea of coming back with nothing - if I had to choose between you and some materials that could be obtained easily, the answer is obvious.

I hope you like the flowers. Usually, I'm not one for gifting bouquets, however I know you can find a creative way of appreciating them in their beauty.

I look forward to showering you with love when I next see you,

Tighnari'

[acti-veg]

Why is honey not vegan it dosent harm the bees and it helps the environment

Honey is not vegan by any reasonable definition of the word. As vegans we avoid animal exploitation, whatever you may think about bees and honey, honey is very definitely the result of exploiting bees. Bees are amazing pollinators and they are vital for plants and natural ecosystems more generally, but that really has nothing to do with buying and eating honey.

Most pollinator bees are solitary bees, pollination in natural eco-systems is performed by these individuals, other insects and birds. They are the ones who are under threat, not the kind of bees we use to make honey. We are talking about managed hives of domesticated bees, most of whom are non-native and compete with natural pollinators for the same food sources. It is even thought they may be spreading disease to wild pollinators, too, who do a far better job of pollination than managed hives do.

Commercially owned hives are shipped in on-mass to pollinate some crops, but this is not sustainable and far from how natural pollination works. It is a symptom of our over-intensive farming system, and certainly not a point to make in favour of buying and eating honey. This just helps make honey production more profitable, it isn’t good for the environment and certainly isn’t good for the bees.

What’s more, honey in many instances does harm bees. As I mentioned bees compete with and sometimes even infect wild pollinators. On top of that, bees being crushed during harvesting is very common as any honest apiarist will tell you, even when using smoking techniques. Wing clipping of queens is also pretty common, as is selling and shipping queens in the post; I can’t imagine how stressful that must be. Keep in mind that even without any of this, we’re taking about taking their life’s work and often replacing it with a sugar syrup substitute. Bees just don’t make honey for us, it’s not ours to take.

The best way to actually support wild pollinators and their ecosystem is to grow local, pollinator-friendly flowers and to provide them with natural habitats and constructed ones like bug boxes, which are widely available to buy and very easy to make. The claim that honey is in some way good for bees or good for the environment is nothing but effective marketing.

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remember the nights | chapter one — new beginnings

WORD COUNT — 2,403

WARNINGS — none

NOTES — i'm legit sobbing i can't believe this series is already 2 years old

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This morning was the last one you’d spend in your childhood home. After 17 years of memories, you were saying goodbye to the place you were overjoyed to call home. It wasn’t bad — that was something you were sure of — but it was upsetting. This place is where you came home after being born, where you spent birthdays and holidays and had almost all of your firsts in. You learned to walk here, to talk, to read. It was here that you decided you wanted to be a ballerina, only to decide you wanted to be a teacher just a week later. It’s where your mom lived, where you lived. And now, for a very good reason, you were giving it up. 

Your father was trading away his two-bedroom, floor to ceiling windowed, eleventh floor condo for a lovely blue suburban just a few hours away. No more big city, no more 10 hour shifts at the office. Finally, your dad was getting married.

His fiance, Maggie, was the most wonderful woman you’d ever met, and damn near perfect for him. Her sons, who look nearly identical to her, were the most well-mannered teenage boys you’d met. Thomas, her eldest, was the same age as you — give or take a few months — and one of your closest friends. 

Chuck was her youngest, and was turning 13 early next year. He was shy, but once he had warmed up to you, he became the funniest kid you’d ever talked to. He shared all of his interests with you, even if you didn’t know what he was talking about half of the time. 

Over the past three years, you’d had plenty of time to get used to Maggie and her sons, seeing as they’d spent every other weekend here in the city for the past year or so, so it wasn’t as though you were completely uprooting your life. You’d already seen them as family, and have for a while. Every time they came to town, you and Thomas would make the most of things, wandering the city for things to do or look at or buy until well after sundown, while Chuck normally spent his time with Maggie and your dad. 

You had no reason to be sad, and you weren’t. It was just nostalgia, rooted deep within your chest, of the few vital memories you had left of your mother that had all taken place in this condo. 

“I know this is hard for you, honey,” your father said as you carried your last box of items through the living room. 

“I’ll be okay dad, don’t worry.” You assured him with a childlike smile. “This is a good thing for us, you know? And I’ll have Thomas and Teresa to help me out, so I won’t be completely lonely and friendless.” 

Your father nodded, his lips pressed together tightly as he rested a hand on your shoulder. Whether he was comforting you or trying to comfort himself, you didn’t know. Still, he took the box from your arms and walked out the front door, leaving you to take one last look around the place that had once been your home before walking out yourself, closing the door and leaving that part of your life behind. 

Though the drive took nearly three hours, it felt like half an hour. Most of your time in the passenger seat of your father’s sleek black Camaro was spent messaging your best friends about how much you already missed them, and replying to other school friends to thank them for their well-wishes and promises to meet up soon, even though you knew it would never follow through. 

Traffic-jammed highways quickly turned into two-lane blacktop, surrounded by farmland and forest, which then faded into cookie-cutter homes and family-owned stores. It would be quite an adjustment compared to bodegas, high rises and packed streets, but you knew you had no choice. 

You’d been in this town quite a few times before, and the route to your new home was quite familiar, seeing as some weekends it would be you and your father making the trip instead of Maggie and her family. A left turn on the main road, right after the only cafe in town, then a right turn, then another left. 

Maggie’s house was tucked into the right corner of the cul-de-sac, and it still looked as charmingly beautiful as ever. With dark, gray-blue siding, a lovely white painted front porch capped with a shingled awning, and deep red brick supporting the foundation, it was like it was built straight out of a fairytale. The garage extension jutted out of the house, and its wall marked one end of the porch, while the other was supported by a bay window that looked into the kitchen. To the very left, a white-painted fence and gate led into the backyard that, while you couldn’t tell from the front, was fairly large, and decorated entirely by a beautiful garden, wicker furniture, and a light gray brick fire pit. 

The second the car was in park, you were hopping out of the vehicle, ready to pull your bags from the trunk and bring them to your new room. It had been the office/storage room for Thomas and Chuck, but Maggie cleared it out as soon as they told you that they were engaged. There was a room downstairs near Chuck’s that wasn’t being used, but it was isolated and therefore would be your father and Maggie’s shared office so that he can work entirely from home. 

In her last FaceTime a few days ago, Maggie showed you the room, already filled with the furniture you’d sent from New York weeks prior. One window inside faced the front of the house, and the other faced the side yard and part of the neighbors backyard. 

You pulled your duffle bag from the trunk just as the moving van that had been following you from the city parked on the street. Thomas and Maggie had stepped outside to help bring boxes in, and you greeted them both with short hugs and a wide smile before asking where Chuck was. 

“He’s inside,” Thomas rolled his eyes. “Been hiding in his room all day.” 

There wasn’t much heavy lifting to be done, since your bed, desk, dresser, and nightstand table had already been moved in, and the boxes contained mostly clothes, personal items, and whatever technology your dad needed to be brought with him. The rest was sold or given away, considering Maggie had a house full of stuff on her own. 

By mid-afternoon, boxes covered the floor and most other surfaces in your room, and you were elbow deep in a box of hangers and whatever clothing wouldn’t fit into your bags when Thomas poked his head in the door. 

“Having fun?” You could hear his mischievous smile in his words as he stepped inside. 

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t know. Does untangling a mess of hangers and tank tops sound like fun to you?”

“Nope,” Thomas winced, crossing the room and dropping onto your bare mattress. “Glad you’re here, though.” 

“Me too,” you said, “I think.” 

Thomas lifted his head to look at you. “You think?”

“Well, I only know you and Teresa, and I’ve never had to deal with living someplace where everything closes at 7pm.”

“Everything does not close at 7pm,” he scoffed. “The diner doesn’t close until 10pm, and the convenience store closes at 8.”

“Oh, wow, a whole extra hour for the convenience store,” you mocked the boy, who scoffed once more at you. “My point is, I have a lot to get used to, and it’s not exactly like I can say  I don’t like it here and everything goes back to the way it was.” 

Thomas sat up. “You’ll be fine, I swear. You’ve got me and Teresa, plus you’ll be meeting our friends in a few days.”

You only nodded, working through the mess of clothes and hangers as Thomas fell silent for a few moments, typing on his phone for a bit. 

“Do you wanna do something with me and Teresa?” He asked as you began putting the hangers into your closet. 

You immediately perked up at the mention of Teresa. “Of course I would. I haven’t seen her in months,” you said, “Why? What does she want to do?”

“We’ll probably take you to the cafe, or go to hers for a movie night,” Thomas said. “There’s not much to do around here.” 

“That’s fine,” you shrugged, “I’ll be fine with whatever, you know that.”

Thomas made a quick noise of acknowledgement and returned to typing on his phone, before getting up and walking past you toward the door. “Alright, well she’s down. I’ll come get you in like a few hours, maybe.”

“Oh-” you started, looking at Thomas as he left the room. “Okay, then,”

You continued to untangle and pack away your clothes, mind wandering to almost any thought that crossed your mind. Shortly after Thomas’ departure, though, a knock sounded at your bedroom door before opening. In the doorway stood Chuck, silently observing the room now that you had begun to move into it. 

“Chuckie!” It was his least favorite nickname by far, especially when Thomas used it on him, but you couldn’t help yourself. To you, he’d always be 9 years old, hiding behind his mother’s leg in your condo’s living room. 

You stopped what you were doing as he stepped into the room, meeting you by the bed to greet you with a wordless hug. He ended up helping you out with the hangers, talking adamantly with you about how his friends were spending the night next weekend to watch  Star Wars with him, and how now he and your dad could do more stuff together since he wouldn’t have to wait for the weekends to see him anymore. 

After the box full of hangers was organized and put away, Chuck left and took the broken down box with him. You opened the one you’d put all of your knick knacks and other items in, beginning to organize them around the room when you pulled out your favorite mug, wrapped delicately in layers of bubble wrap and newspaper. 

You decided to take it down to the kitchen immediately, peeling the layers from it as you headed back downstairs. It was a gift from your grandmother, a white mug with a black handle, a silhouette of a ballerina painted onto one side. She gave it to you when you were nine, a tribute to your mother, who used to be a ballerina herself. 

You found a space for it on the bottom shelf of the cupboard of mugs, smiling gently at it. Somehow, this was what cemented the fact that you were in a new home. That you’d gone through a positive change for once. For the most part, the life you used to live was long gone, and you had much more to look forward to, despite how terrified you were.

The next couple of hours included you dressing your bed in its sheets and pillows and blankets, plus rearranging and re-organizing things in your room. It was a little small, sure, but you didn’t mind, as everything fit perfectly. Now, all you were doing was waiting for Thomas to get you to bring you to Teresa’s house.

When he finally did, the sun was beginning to set and Maggie was helping your dad organize his DVDs in the entertainment center under the TV. They muttered quick goodbyes as you headed out the door, hopping into Thomas’ old truck and heading to Teresa’s house. 

You arrived at the familiar white-siding home in no time, and you already had Teresa in your line of sight before you had closed the door to the truck. You both ran for one another, crashing into one another in an excited, bone-crushing hug in the walkway to her front porch. 

“Jeez, why don’t you greet me like that, babe?” Thomas said, casually walking up the pathway. 

Teresa pulled back a bit, glaring over your shoulder. “Because I see you every day, Thomas. I haven’t seen N/n since June.”

“That shouldn’t matter,” Thomas muttered under his breath, obviously defeated as a pout formed on his face. 

You and Teresa laughed before the brunette girl spoke up, grabbing your hand. “Come on, I’ve got everything set up inside. Movies, snacks, and I ordered pizza from the takeout place across town. I wanna hear everything I’ve missed out on since I saw you last.” 

Thomas trailed behind you as Teresa led you inside her home, despite knowing you’d been there quite often over the years. 

You spent over four hours at Teresa’s house. By the time you were pulling back into the driveway, the entire town had gone quiet, lights turned out as everyone wound down for the night or were already asleep. 

The first hour of your time was spent catching Teresa up on anything interesting that had happened in New York, then she and Thomas did the same for you. They also took the time to explain the school and how things worked in a small town as best as they could, but you quickly decided you’d just learn as things went on. You managed to watch two movies, devouring whatever food Teresa had set out for the three of you relatively quickly. 

Once you stepped inside, it was quite clear that everyone else in the house was already asleep. You and Thomas managed to sneak upstairs without waking anyone, bidding one another a quick ‘goodnight’ before heading to your own rooms. 

Soon after, you found yourself in an oversized fundraiser shirt your dad got from a work trip to Arizona years ago, laying in bed as your eyes scanned and took in every inch of your room. Thinking over every detail, about how different it felt, how this new space held every aspect of you and your life up until this moment. And as you thought, you felt your heart grow and swell within your chest, getting lighter and lighter. 

This town, these people, had yet to prove themselves to you, to show you if you belonged or not, and you were eager to see it all, to experience everything it had to offer. All you had to do was give it a chance.

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i've recently had surgery and i need to pass along three vital pieces of advice (assuming you have similar post op instructions)

1. ocean spray apple juice. not mott's. i cannot emphasize this enough, it's so much better

2. if you can have apple juice you can almost certainly have apple cider for the ✨autumn vibes✨ (get the ones made from honey crisp apples, trust me on this)

3. buy a cane. oh my gosh buy a cane. didn't think i needed one because my main issue was getting out of bed, but here's the thing YOU CAN USE THE CANE TO PUSH OFF THE WALL YOURE LEANING ON! 100,000% easier to get up that way, its incredible. you can move all the muscle work to your arms and off your stomach/knees/legs

4. if your fridge is far from where you're sleeping during recovery, consider buying a mini fridge (my roommate found mine at a yard sale for $10) and maybe bring your tea kettle to wherever you sleep if you like tea. its helped me so so much

5. didn't do this but i wish i did- take your least favorite sweater (or buy one at a thrift store for like $2) and cut off one of the arms just above your elbow, cause otherwise you can't wear a sweater if they put the iv in your elbow and hospitals are damn cold

6. buy a button up pajama top!!! (or if you're crafty you could try altering your current pjs to have buttons) much easier to get dressed after if putting your arms above your head is difficult l. ALSO makes it way easier for doctors to place things like an ekg overnight and not make you freeze to death with it pulling down your shirt. also ALSO doctors can do exams on your stomach without your whole chest being on display if that's a thing you want to avoid. overall one of the best decisions i made and it only cost me $5

7. this is a stupid one but i had assumed hospital rooms wouldn't let me use the outlets in case they needed them, but they totally did. i charged my phone and used my heating pad (highly recommend investing in one if you haven't so far) all night and it was great

[hughiecampbelle]

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Requested: Lovedddd the preferences with the succession characters, got me really inspired to possibly request a general dating headcanons for Connor Roy possibly? - anon

A/N: Y'all, idc what anyone says, Connor deserves love just as much as the rest of them. I hope this headcanon does his character justice, my love!!! Ty for requesting!!! Feedback is appreciated!!! 💜💜💜

Connor truly just wants to be loved. He wants to be loved in a way that makes up for all the time he wasn't, for all the time he felt unlovable, all the time he was forgotten over and over again

You and Connor meet at one of Waystar Royco's annual galas. You're a friend of a friend going because you were forced to. When you started talking, you hadn't even known Connor was a Roy. He said nothing, just laughed and agreed, when you started to shit talk Logan and everything his company stood for

It wasn't until after you'd exchanged numbers did you realize, immediately apologizing for what you said. He merely shrugged, assuring you his Pops had a reputation, that he was a lot better once you met him. You doubted it, but agreed anyways

Since then, you'd been together

Connor called you the day after the gala, wondering if you were free that Friday, if you'd like to go out with him. You weren't expecting him to reach out after what you'd said, but was pleasantly surprised by the offer. Of course you would

Your first date was at this extra fancy place where you felt totally underdressed. Connor didn't notice at all, making jokes through the whole night. He listened intently and actively. At the end of the night, he was so nervous he could barely ask you if he could kiss you. You kissed him instead

Connor could be a bit oblivious to things, but he was kind, loving, he considered himself lucky you'd even looked in his direction. He was sweet and affectionate and always talked things through with you, as a couple, as one. He wanted to be sure you were on board with everything, even if it seemed a little out there or wild

Calling you honey, sweetie, sweetheart, babe, honey-bunny, etc.

You can't have Connor without his family. Being a big brother is a vital part of his life. He would be nothing without his little brothers and sister. They can be mean to him though, and that you will not stand for. You're quick to defend him and remind him that just because he loves them, it does not mean they can get away with it

"Cute date, what website did you buy them from?"

"Very funny, Rome."

You like Shiv the most. Kendall can come across as self-absorbed and Roman has a complete lack of filter, but Shiv has a good head on her shoulders. She, too, takes Connor for granted, but less so

It's not long after dating that he wants to introduce you to his father. You have a few choice words about him, but you keep them to yourself. Logan barely registers that his son is there, let alone you. After that brief introduction, you stick by Connors side desperately, wanting to get the hell out of Logan's company

When he talks about his childhood, he gets the same sad look in his eyes. You remind him that he's okay now, that you love him and you'll always be here for him. He always makes a point to take back the bad things he has to say about his father, not wanting to speak ill of a man he so admired, he so wanted to be loved by

"It wasn't all bad, I make it seem worse than it is."

"Con, I think it really was that bad. . . "

He's so affectionate. He has to be touching you always. His hand in yours, around your shoulder, waist, even just standing beside one another. He never wants to be apart from you. It's the same way when you sleep. You don't mind though, you know it helps him relax and it makes you feel wanted. Always

He tells you he loves you a thousand times a day, in a million different ways. Be safe. Call me when you get there. Wear a seat belt. Be careful. I'll miss you. Call me when you're free. I'm always a text away. He cannot stress how much you mean to him

Though he loves to show you off as fancy restaurants, Connor desperately wants to do normal things. Going to a fast food place and getting burgers and milkshakes. Going to the arcade or carnival and winning you the biggest stuffed animal there is. Going to the movies and sharing popcorn. And yes, singing karaoke. He enjoys it all so much more than any fancy place

Connor would much rather cuddle on the couch with a movie playing than take you to some club or bar his brothers would enjoy

You help him pick out his clothes for events. He's so nervous about making the right impression, so indecisive, it's hopeless without you. He even models a few options before packing it away

"This tie or the blue?"

"Blue, it brings out your eyes."

When his family comes over, you definitely have to calm him down. The house isn't clean enough or cool enough and everything is a disaster. You have to remind him that they love him, in their own special ways, and that everything will be fine. He will be fine. Most of the time it isn't, someone or something goes wrong, but you have to keep telling yourself that to keep going

A few times you've talked to his siblings about taking him for granted. They don't change their ways, but at least you're able to get it out in the open. You understand why he loves them so much. Without them, for a long time, it was just him and Logan. What a nightmare. But they could be a little nicer to him

"They're not like that."

"That doesn't matter, you do so much for them, Con."

He's a big fan of forehead kisses. He's quite tall so it just works out

Connor can be very spontaneous. You're constantly being surprised by him. Some ways good, like spur of the moment vacations, and in some ways not so good, like his idea of running for President. Regardless, you stick by his side

Everyone thinks you're with him for the money, but that couldn't be more untrue. Sure, there are perks that come with the money, but you'd be just as happy with him in a teeny tiny apartment trying to make ends meet. Even happier if that meant his father wasn't in the picture any longer

He's constantly singing those cheesy love songs to you, using a hairbrush or a fork, whatever he's got in hand at the moment, serenading you until you kiss him to stop

"L is for the way you look at me, O. . . "

Singing in the car together at the top of your lungs. You're both quite bad and off-key, but nothing makes you smile more than seeing him let himself be goofy and childish and silly

You call Kendall, Rome, and Shiv his "kids". You're always ready to jump into action if the kids need you, if there's something wrong with the kids, etc. You don't resent them for this, or him. It's just a part of the relationship you have to accept

"How are the kids today?"

"Good, good. You know them, always making jokes."

You get bits and pieces about his mother, mostly from the kids. The more you find out, the more horrified you become and the more angry you are on Connors behalf

Connor very excitedly proposes that you get a furry friend. Cat, dog, gerbil, bunny, doesn't matter. You pick something small and easy to train, knowing this is his first pet. They sleep in the bed with you. Connor Jr. you decide on, and that makes him beam

Like a proud dad, he has to show everyone every picture of them on his camera roll. It melts your heart every time he does it

He remembers the little stuff. How you take your coffee. What book you're reading and how it's going. Whose birthday it was and where you need to send flowers. How that meeting last Thursday went. He remembers everything because it's all important, it all means something

Your family, as complicated as they can be, are a lot warmer than the Roy's and welcome him with open arms. Your friends all adore him, too. What's not to love? He's a giant stuffed teddy bear

It's not always easy with Connor. He tries so hard to make his father see him, listen to him, recognize his existence, and each time, it kills him that he doesn't. You're there to soothe him to pick up the pieces. One day, you'll give Logan a piece of your mind, but you know the relationship, even one as frail as the one they have, means a lot to Connor. It means the world. You can't ruin that because your feelings are hurt for him

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Replies won't let me type the full response so here

@thefalse first of all, there's more to meat/dairy consumption than "it tastes good". There are health issues that necessitate eating meat and animal products, and they provide vital vitamins, minerals, and proteins. Your body will specifically even give you cravings for food high in these nutrients when you're in need. Secondly humans are omnivores, our healthiest diets consist of meat AND plant. Livestock also consumes a huge percentage of food waste that humans, including vegans, can't or won't eat. This can be "ugly" food, food too close to expiration, food you can't keep overnight like baked goods. 30% of the diet of that pork chop that I had last Tuesday was food people threw away. Only 36% of food (by calorie) grown globally is eaten by livestock, 55% makes it onto the plate of a human. 9% goes to biofuels.

If you're as worried about resource scarcity as you claim maybe start trying for renewable resources??? The problem isn't "oh wow animals are so bad for the environment", the problem is "companies and corporations are doing bad things for more money and they're only getting worse." You can stop eating milk and honey all you want, but that's not doing literally anything towards what you claim to be advocating for. We can develop new ways to farm that are sustainable and renewable but we can't unfuck the environment with a simple "just don't buy meat lol". It's infinitely more complex than that.

Did you know it's illegal to harvest seeds you got from a tomato at your local Walmart and cultivate them for yourself? That is assuming the plant hasn't been rendered sterile to enforce reliance on whatever company sells the seeds. I personally think that's a bit more fucked up than having a grilled cheese every so often.

Also no one is arguing animal abuse is good, but it's pretty common knowledge that if you abuse your livestock, it reflects negatively in the product. Put simply: animals that are abused then slaughtered for meat make shitty meat. Is there some sketchy shit happening in factory farming? Abso-fucking-lutely. Many livestock animals live on the bare minimum. I absolutely think that livestock should have good lives. Obviously not every cow and pig and chicken can be raised with the same quality of life as a champion show poodle, but they absolutely deserve a nice pasture and good scratch and a warm, comfortable shelter.

You know who provides these things? Local farmers or even just hobbyists. I have several family friends that raise chickens, and we get more eggs than we could ever hope to reasonably eat as a family of four. If you don't eat the egg, toss it back to the chicken! She will happily eat her eggs because they're nutritional and make a damn fine meal. My family also has connections to a family owned cattle farm, and we split a cow up the middle every year, and did for almost 20 years before the owner got cancer and stopped selling beef to focus on his health, and it was damn good beef too. Pigs aren't prominent in my area, but I'm sure I could find one semi-locally. My DM keeps bees and my family went from basically never using honey to buying it by the pint. I think the only thing that my family buys from the store that we couldn't get anywhere else is milk and cheese because pasteurization and cheese making is a huge expensive process that isn't really reasonable to maintain for just a small family.

Ultimately the argument of "but animal abuse" boils down to factory farming, but the solution then becomes just don't buy meat and other products from factory farms.

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The first comprehensive monograph on the work of one of the world’s most influential art directors, Ezra Petronio

Having a strong brand identity has never been more vital than it is today, and yet the real creative visionaries who can transform and reinvigorate a brand are few. Ezra Petronio is a true master, and his work with leading fashion and beauty brands is bold and impactful.

An immersive visual survey of 25 years of impactful art direction, product design, and image making, with examples taken from across the entire range of his work, this book includes work for Chanel, Chloé, Comme des Garçons, Gucci, Hermès, Louis Vuitton, Prada, Saint Laurent, and Jil Sander, as well as Glossier, H&M, Revlon, and Zara. With 1,000 images of ad campaigns, branding, Self Service magazine spreads, graphics, and his polaroid series, which features the likes of Louise Bourgeois, Edward Enninful, Kim Kardashian, Kylian Mbappé, Kylie Minogue, Rick Owens, and Juergen Teller, it also includes texts that reflect on the process of image making; conversations with industry insiders on the art of art direction; and quotes from the likes of Honey Dijon, Marc Jacobs, and Chloë Sevigny on their creative process.

This impressive book is the first retrospective monograph on his career, illustrating the full breadth of his creative vision, from ad campaigns to his iconic Polaroid series, and demonstrating what it takes to make a brand truly stand out.

03/03/24