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i present my latest offering of an au first meeting: the poker game.

Big Blind

Tommy's been on plenty of bad dates in his time, but this one might actually take the cake for worst first date he's ever had. They're just -- not right for one another, and it's clear they can both feel it, but for some reason Jeff just -- keeps talking. About his border collie rescue, and his sixth fourteener (this year), and the his upcoming promotion and the Cybertruck he's thinking about getting wrapped in matte black --

"Jeff," Tommy cuts in, when he starts in on Tesla stock talk. "I'm gonna pay the check and head out. It's been..." he gestures. Considers calling Stout right here at the dinner table to tell him no more blind dates with his stock broker brother-in-laws friends, no matter how gay they are.

He's gonna get shit from Stout's wife the next time she stops by with a casserole, but honestly a half-hour tirade on politeness from Heather Alexandra Stout sounds better than learning how much of an Elon Musk fanboy Jeff really is. Jeff looks like he might be offended by the implication that he wouldn't have paid, but Tommy's already waving down his server and gesturing to the bar by the time Jeff even thinks to reach for his wallet.

"You have a good night."

Andrea slides his check under his elbow with a raised brow and doesn't say a word when he hands her his card immediately, but he can tell she's judging him. Third date in a month he's barely contained his disdain for long enough to pay up, although this is the first he's outright ditched before the bill was even paid.

Gary slides a beer across the bar to him and refuses the cash Tommy tries to give him for it. "Do I look that pathetic, Gary?"

Man of few words, Gary just taps his nose and tips his chin to his date, who is doing a terrible job of trying to sneak out the door.

"You're too good for him, anyway," says Andrea, back already with his card. He tucks an extra twenty into her folder and downs the beer in silence while they watch through the window as Jeff seems to get into an argument with the Uber pulling up in front of the restaurant.

"Maybe it's me," Tommy says, and Gary hums in commiseration. Or maybe he just has gas. "Maybe I'm the problem."

It's been a string of bad dates, and before that a relationship that'd gone up in metaphorical but nearly literal flames. Tommy's spent a lot of introspective time wishing he could kill Gerrard with lasers so that he doesn't have to blame himself for staying in the closet so long that blind dates and Grindr meetups were his real introduction to the dating scene.

"Someday, Tommy, you'll meet someone who can't get enough of your morbid humor and your pessimism and your obsession with haunted cars."

"One car," Tommy argues, although that's beside the point. "I think maybe I should give the search for love a break, Gary."

Gary hums, again.

Tommy drinks the rest of his beer in companionable silence and pulls up his phone to order an Uber himself. Jeff is, thankfully, long gone, and Tommy's halfway through confirming his home address when he remembers the invite he'd received last week that he'd hesitated scheduling a date around. He shoots off a text instead, and updates the address before he slides from the bar stool.

Gary shoots him a look. "Headed home?"

Tommy shifts on his feet. Shoots a look behind the bar. "Nah. Gonna try to hit up a work thing. Pour me a shot of Tullamore for the road?"

Gary accepts the twenty this time and doesn't make a comment about the way Tommy downs a sipping whiskey, which Tommy appreciates.

He's halfway to his destination, enjoying the chat with his driver, when the text comes in from Lucy.

Had to bail, but you should go if the date went that badly. Williams will enjoy slowly ruining the remainder of your night.

Tommy taps his phone once, twice, three times before he makes up his mind not to be the asshole who changes his destination halfway through the ride. Worst comes to worst, he'll tap out early and Venmo Mehta the rest of his stake.

Better than moping at home with the pint of freezer-burned Ben and Jerry's.

-----

He's fairly rushed down the stairs once he's in, because apparently Williams is on some sort of time crunch, or something, and he's fairly certain the drinks are catching up to him as he takes in the table. Mehta and Wilson are regulars, and he's seen Rosen around, but there are two new guys settling in across the table and Tommy has to take a long, long moment to remind himself this is technically a professional setting before he can look too closely at either one of them.

Yeah. Shit, he'd definitely drank most of that second pitcher by himself, listening to Jeff talk.

"Kinard. We weren't expecting you." Rosen's eyes glimmer with amusement. He'd caught maybe six months of her probationary year, but every time she sees him she likes to remind him of the first time she'd seen him post-transfer, at a gay bar in WeHo, and introduced him to the first guy he'd dated seriously in his entire life. Tommy returns the favor by reminding her exactly how terribly that had ended for all parties. "Poker night dress code usually includes more buttons than date night," she jabs, finger circling the olives in her martini glass, and Tommy contemplates tossing one of Mehta's chips at her. Her grin goes wide.

With the momentary distraction, Tommy feels a little more prepared to face the two men now eyeing him curiously.

"Tommy," he says, leaning over the table, hand out to shake. Turtleneck raises a curious eyebrow when Mr. Red Velvet Smoking jacket practically leaps across his lap to shake back. "I'm over at 217."

"This is Eddie," Red Velvet introduces, and Tommy's gaze dances between them, curious. "I'm Evan. We're with the -- wait, 217 -- Chimney's Tommy?"

Tommy's brows dance up the same time as Eddie's do. He is still shaking hands with Evan. Or - holding is more accurate, he supposes, but for the sake of his sanity and the possible date Evan and Eddie are on, if he's reading the introduction or any of the vibes right (they're both stunning and Tommy is smarting from another shitty date, so who knows), Tommy keeps it to shake in his mind. "Well I don't think Howie can claim ownership of my person, but -."

"Sorry, no, I just meant..." Evan's gaze drops to their clasped hands, still now over the felt of the poker table. He gives one more firm pump and drops Tommy's hand. "We're both at the 118. Pretty sure you helped save this guy's ass once." He tips a thumb sideways to indicate the man he'd introduced as Eddie.

Tommy's eyes drift. He's had a few drinks, and up until about halfway through the date he'd been expecting a very different outcome for his night, so he's maybe not keeping a lid on things the way he normally would in a work setting. He's guessing the ass he's purported to have saved would look great, if it weren't firmly planted in his chair and out of view. The rest of the view ain't bad, either.

And.

Shit.

Williams is giving him a look, which means he's not being even a little subtle. "The gas main explosion," Tommy finally gathers from the cobwebs of his brain, and wouldn't it be his luck to transfer out of the 118 just in time for two annoyingly attractive men who may possibly be boning each other to take his place.

Evan grins. Beams, more like, and Tommy slides firmly into his own chair and tries not to be blinded by it. Or entranced by it. God he needs to get laid. Get this - whatever this is - out of his system.

Tommy's cool. Tommy's calm and collected and he hadn't even had that much to drink, actually, so why is he having such a hard time behaving like he's had forty years of experience dealing with attractive men?

Tommy sorts through the memories.

Eddie he can pinpoint fairly easily -- he'd shot off a message to Chim the moment they'd learned one of the 118 had been shot, and had been happy to break the news of his recovery to an anxious Harbor station in the tense days after it had all gone down. Evan, though - he doesn't have a clue who that could be. He's still got a few buddies from B Shift he talks to on occasion, but he doesn't remember any stories about an Evan from them, and Howie hasn't mentioned one, either.

Of course, it's not like either one of them does a great job of keeping in touch.

The mystery is solved a moment later when Williams tips her head at him. "Feels like we're being overrun by the 118 tonight," she says with a grin, but her gaze slides to Evan, rather than Tommy. "And we've got an honest-to-goodness legend tonight."

"You know I still can't believe you survived that, Buckley," Mehta says, and the puzzle piece slots itself into place. "Uh, although we're all glad that you did."

Buckley. Tommy shifts. Reassesses. Eyes the glance between Diaz and Buckley like he's gonna figure out their deal while he's already four and a half drinks deep into the night and hasn't already heard the larger than life tales of this duo from half-a-dozen gossipy paramedics. According to some, there's a secret torrid love affair going on behind the scenes of their codependent friendship. According to others, the ones he more or less trusts not to stretch the truth too far, they're friends -- closer than most, and maybe a little weird about each other, but friends all the same.

Buckley's a shark. Or, if Williams is to be believed, a bit of a cheat.

As the game goes on, and the conversation drifts from the morbid details of Buckley's three-minutes-seventeen-seconds of lifelessness, past the special skills near death experiences are rumored to cause, past the time out where they'd all admired the pictures of Buckley's Lichtenburg scars ("They faded pretty quickly," Evan says, with a soft little frown like he's a bit disappointed not to have any physical proof beyond a few shots of his naked brick shithouse of a chest.) Tommy can't help but admire the shift from bashful to smirking and smug as Evan keeps racking up monumentally improbable hands. He's a bit of a brat, actually, and Tommy can feel Rosen's eyes burning into the side of his head every time he ups the ante just to watch the flicker of triumph aimed in his direction every time Evan wins a hand Tommy raised.

Tommy's no slob with cards, on a normal day, but he's too busy trying not to read anything into the way Evan's eyes keep drifting to the v of the shirt he hadn't buttoned back up just to spite Rosen, or the way he keeps licking his fucking lips every time Tommy takes a sip of the whiskey at his elbow to really care as his chips dwindle to nothing. Tommy can't be entirely sure, but it seems like maybe Evan pouts, a little, when Tommy pushes back from the table to join the rest of the losers crowded around to watch Williams, Mehta and Buckley battle it out.

He's trying to think of a subtle way to ask Howie if Evan Buckley is just like that with all the men in his life when Eddie slides in beside him with a refill on his whiskey. Tommy grimaces. "I shouldn't."

"Thought you were trying to drink away a bad date?"

Tommy shoots Rosen a glare over Eddie's shoulder, but she's too busy chasing her straw with her tongue to notice.

"He was a Tesla fanboy," Tommy intones, and the braces himself for the reaction. He's used to it, now -- the constant cycle of coming out and waiting to see which new acquaintances bow out of getting to know each other any better. This is... earlier, than he usually drops it, but he hasn't been in the mood to lie about it in years, and Eddie had asked. He gets a raised brow and a grimace.

"Don't tell me you didn't know ahead of time," Eddie says, and Tommy loosens the grip on his glass.

"Hazards of blind dating."

Eddie's look is commiserating. He tips his beer bottle against Tommy's rocks glass. "Yeah, my tia keeps finding reasons for me to run into the eligible daughters and granddaughters of all her friends." Which Tommy supposes is answer to half of the question that's been plaguing him since he sat down.

Buckley gets cocky a few times, but it's clear the night is going his way even before Jeshan Mehta's pot gets swept up in Evan's arms. Williams holds out as long as she can.

"Beginner's luck!" Buckley crows, when Williams' last chip is added to his pile. Eddie's been supplying him with a steady flow of drinks for the past thirty minutes, and his smile is crooked as he tilts backwards in his chair for a fist bump. His eyes flick to Tommy's once he's received his congratulations from Eddie, and Tommy pretends he's not a little bit fascinated by the pull of his jacket over his arms, or the way his closed hand lingers near Tommy's even after Tommy has smacked his knuckles against his as well.

Evan Buckley is frustratingly adorable. Tommy's had too many drinks for any kind of decent decision making. He bows out while Evan and Eddie are collecting his winnings.

-----

Tommy's eyes flick to the readout on his phone. He doesn't recognize the number, but it's a local area code, so he picks up on the forth ring. "Go for Kinard."

"Uh - hey, hi. Hey Tommy." The voice is familiar, sweet and low. "It's Buck - Evan. Evan Buckley. I uh -- I got your number from Chim, I hope that's alright?"

Tommy's got a solid fifteen minutes before he has to leave for work, a raging headache that has thus far refused to accept electrolytes or Advil as tribute to his overindulgence the previous evening, and a full understanding that he's going to spend his shift listening to Donato swear up and down she's the better option for finding him a man, but the voice on the other end of his phone might at least give the headache a run for it's money.

"Evan. Hi."

"Hey. So -- you dipped before I could ask -- which is fine, obviously, I'm not -- uh..." He pauses. Tommy can practically picture the way he wets his lower lip while he searches for the right words. "Anyway I was wondering -- would you maybe wanna grab a beer, sometime?"

Tommy spends about fifteen seconds rearranging his entire schedule in his mind. Says, cool, calm, collected: "Sure. When are you free?"

Evan's voice goes distant for a second -- he's putting Tommy on speaker. "I, uh -- I didn't expect you to say yes so quickly. Actually I didn't expect you to answer -- who answers unknown numbers, anymore?"

"Who calls expecting to get sent to voicemail?"

The brat rises up immediately. "Uh, literally everyone. The missed call is just an excuse to text. It's basic phone etiquette, Tommy."

Tommy likes the way he says his name. Soft, sweet and slow, rolling over his tongue like molasses. This feels incredibly like flirting, but he can't get a fucking read on this kid. "Clearly I've missed out on an important cultural shift. I can hang up and we can do this the right way, if you want."

"No!" It's sharp -- louder, like he's raising the phone back towards his mouth. Tommy can't hide the grin leaking across his face. "Uh -- no, it's fine. Too late, anyway, I already know you don't know phone rules."

"Hopefully that doesn't change your opinion of me too much."

"I could be convinced to ignore it, with the right incentive."

"I'll buy first round," Tommy says, and wonders if he's got any other shirts he can play off as fitting better with three buttons undone. The flirting should be enough, but -- Tommy's still not sure drinks isn't just drinks.

"Wednesday night," Evan says, voice further away again. Tommy has a sudden, desperate urge to see what his Google calendar looks like. For all that he'd cut loose at the poker game, Tommy bets it's color coded by type of activity. "If that works. Or Saturday, any time, really. I'm uh -- I'm free then."

If Tommy bows out of trivia on classic car week Cynthia will have a whole ass bitch fit. And it makes him seem a little less eager, to boot. "Saturday. I've got a shift early Sunday, though, so maybe something in the afternoon?"

"Yeah -- yes, th-that works." The stammering isn't something Tommy can get a read off of. He'd done it just as much with Eddie as he'd done with everyone else. "There's a new brewery just off Pico and Prosser -- Chim said you were a fan of craft beer?"

Sounding more date like by the minute, but -- some guys toe the line. Could be Evan Buckley just wants to know more about flight operations, for all Tommy knows. "Text me the details. Look, Evan, I'd love to stay on this rule-breaking phone call and chat but I've got to head in for a shift. Just -- let me know the plan." He's got five minutes to brush his teeth and rue the moment he'd asked Gary for his first whiskey of the night. He's also rolling back his last few sentences and cringing at how abrupt he'd been. "And yeah -- good to know Chim hasn't forgotten the three facts I ever told him about me."

Evan laughs, just a soft little huff but Tommy already knows the grin behind that sound is all sorts of knee-meltingly sweet. "Cool. So. Yeah, I'll text you."

"I'll talk to you later, Evan."

"Yep. Talk to you -- talk to you soon."

Tommy waits a moment in silence. The call doesn't end. "Goodbye, Evan."

Evan huffs out another awkward laugh. "Yeah. Bye, Tommy."

The call disconnects just in time for Tommy to press his forehead into the cool tile beside his bathroom mirror. He might be monumentally screwed if this isn't a date. He hasn't been this fucking charmed by a man since -- well, it's been a while.

Tommy's phone buzzes in his hand. It's a pinned address from a number he doesn't have saved. Tommy swipes into the contact and updates it before the next text makes it through. Saturday 3PM?

Tommy brushes his teeth, downs the rest of his preworkout in the hopes that it'll ease some of the nastier parts of his stupid decision to keep drinking liquor past midnight, and stares at the text all the way out to his truck.

See you then, Tommy sends back, and he has to toss his phone into his passenger seat when he gets a series of incomprehensible emoji's almost immediately in response.

He holds up a hand to Donato the moment she catches his gaze, halfway across the parking lot. The brow goes up, the hand slots to her hip, and she rolls her tongue over her teeth, clearly ready for her speech about how Stout doesn't have a clue how to find Tommy a proper date. Tommy has other problems.

"You worked with Evan Buckley, for a while, didn't you?"

Her head tilt rights itself. The second brow dances up to meet the first. Whatever she'd meant to say disperses behind her eyelids as she seems to work through something in her mind. "Oh, this is compelling," she says, and practically skips forward to loop her arm in his.

#bucktommy #bucktommy fic #tevan fic #listen idk shit about poker #i do know tommy would be absolutely smitten with evan buckley as he got cockier and cockier with every hand of that poker game #anyway after this tommy realizes the drinks aren't a date but they COULD be #and like an idiot he decides he's gonna befriend and then romance the shit out of the oblivious bi boy #tommy helps buck deliver kam and connors baby and buck maybe kisses him about it #bucktommy alternate meeting

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leclerc-s · 13 days ago

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karma - part ten

series masterlist // previous // next

natalia leclerc fuck charles leclerc and his super sperm

daniel ricciardo what happened to hello? how are you? good morning

liam lawson talk about top 10 things i never want to see first thing in the morning

yuki tsunoda considering your current situation, i would say you have fucked charles leclerc

ben santos-ruiz max is trying max verstappen fuck you benjamin

oscar piastri-leclerc somethings are too much for me

sebastian vettel does this have something to do with the doctor's appointment you had this morning?

natalia leclerc yes sebastian, it does

ollie bearman-leclerc did you kill charles? is that why he's not here?

natalia leclerc that bitch is too busy laughing at my predicament natalia leclerc he participates all of five minutes and somehow I'M stuck carrying TWO of his spawns!!

max verstappen wait, have you picked godparents? do i get to be a godparent?

pato o'ward-leclerc what on earth makes you think they picked god parents already??

natalia leclerc i'll have you know, no, we're still thinking about that

logan sargeant-leclerc I VOLUNTEER!!

ollie bearman-leclerc so pick me, choose me

max verstappen ??

ollie bearman-leclerc you are the most chronologically offline f1 driver i have ever met. i bet fernando would get that reference and he's ancient

oscar piastri-leclerc thank you for the blackmail for when you want to do the thing

ollie bearman-leclerc FUCK YOU! DON'T DO THAT SHIT!

jenson button what on earth are they arguing about?

natalia leclerc nothing. i swear.

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natalia_leclerc surprise, but not really because someone spoiled it. p.s. don't worry people, he's still alive, but not after i see him in hungary.

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charles_leclerc thank you for giving me the best gift i could've ever asked for 💙

natalia_leclerc i'm sorry for nearly giving you a heart attack when you found out the day before your home grand prix 💙 charles_leclerc no, you're not but that's okay. i wouldn't have it any other way.

arthur_leclerc I'M GONNA BE AN UNCLE!! (NOT CLICKBAIT) (FOR REAL)

maxverstappen1 you don't have to worry about her killing you over this one arthur_leclerc what i did is small compared to what lando did

landonorris I SAID I'M SORRY!! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!!

natalia_leclerc you're dead norris. dead ⚰️

uesr1 wait, how did charles find out? with the cake?

natalia_leclerc you know that day where he was spotted running around the paddock like a maniac? user1 yeah? natalia_leclerc that day. i sent a picture in our family group chat with three different positive pregnancy tests and then ghosted them 💀

user2 you're telling me charles found out through a text?!

natalia_leclerc I PANICKED OKAY? HE WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF QUALI WHEN I FOUND OUT! bensantos_ruiz we found out she was dating charles through a gossip page. this is nothing new for her maxverstappen1 and then you found out she was married through her instagram stories bensantos_ruiz my sister has a flair for the dramatic, what can i say? charles_leclerc it's okay because i love her.

olliebearman GUYS! I'M GONNA BE A BIG BROTHER!!

user3 you are taking this way too seriously bensantos_ruiz i was told to inform people that my dad says to not tell ollie anything. and seb. user3 oh so they're family, family.

sukiwaterhouse congrats!!! can't wait to meet baby ruiz

charles_leclerc this is new levels of haterism suki sukiwaterhouse oh i know 😉 psa to carlosainz55 only i'm allowed to hate on charles. not you. charles_leclerc oh my god natalia_leclerc it's leclerc-ruiz suki, we've talked about this sukiwaterhouse of course my love, anything you say my love charles_leclerc 🫵 simp sukiwaterhouse i know your ass ain't talking leclerc

redbullracing if admin let out a loud scream, no can legally tell us anything.

natalia_leclerc red bull admin, i seriously love you.

aurorabutton congratulations!! if the way you treat your grid kids says anything it's that you're going to be great parents!!

natalia_leclerc thank you aurora! charles_leclerc thank you little button! maxverstappen1 why the fuck does he get to call you little button but not me? aurorabutton he's charles leclerc you sid the sloth

aurorabutton currently waiting for peter pettigrew to find a way to ruin the moment and make this about him

user4 not peter pettigrew 💀😭 user5 never has he been described more accurately.

carlossainz55 you just had to find a way to tie him down didn't you?

maxverstappen1 you speak like someone who was in love with charles and not natalia, which we all know you were or still are, it’s hard to remember sometimes olliebearman don't you have other things to do? like find your jobless ass a seat for next year? natalia_leclerc i tied him down when we were 6 and he pulled on my pigtails because he didn't know how to talk to me but thanks! charles_leclerc so this is what the children call pick me behavior?? patriciooward no one wants you here, go away!! oscarpiastri don't you have a girlfriend to go cheat on? logansargeant man why do you have to ruin the moment? we're having a good time and you just ruin the vibes, like always. aurorabutton oh go fuck yourself sainz. maybe norris can help you out? landonorris WHY THE FUCK AM I CATCHING STRAYS??

alex_albon petition to have myself be godfather??

natalia_leclerc done. you're hired! maxverstappen1 THAT'S ALL IT TAKES?! alex_albon i can't tell if she's being serious or not? natalia_leclerc you are quite literally the reason charles and i are together? silverstone 2017 ringing a bell? alex_albon OH I DID DO THAT! user6 ALEX ALBON IS THE REASON THEY'RE TOGETHER?? alex_albon we were all sick and tired of the will they won't they thing they had going on so i locked them in a closet before silverstone race day in 2017 and wouldn't let them out until they confessed their feelings for each other

rileykeough congratulations to the happy couple!! excited to meet baby leclerc-ruiz!!

natalia_leclerc thank you my love ❤️ charles_leclerc please stop asking me to name our child after you rileykeough OH COME ONE! ALBON GETS TO BE GODFATHER BUT I CAN'T GET ONE NAMED AFTER ME? alex_albon why am i catching strays??

pierregasly WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO HELLO? HOW ARE YOU? WHY WAS I NOT TOLD ABOUT THIS??

charles_leclerc so that's who i forgot to tell pierregasly APOLOGY WITH TEARS!!!

kellypiquet congrats, you look beautiful 💙

natalia_leclerc kelly, i'm not kidding, i might cry kellypiquet oh, i understand, trust me

isahernaez felicitaciones!! no cabe duda que van a ser los mejores papas para sus pequeños 💙

natalia_leclerc isa, me vas a hacer llorar más 🥹 te extraño, tenemos que encontrarnos pronto isahernaez obvio! dime cuándo y a qué horas y allí estaré! user7 my favorite ex-ferrari wags 😭💔

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charles_leclerc il n'y a personne d'autre au monde avec qui je voudrais devenir parents à part toi (there's no one else in the world who i would rather be parents with)

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maxverstappen1 two photoshoots for a pregnancy announcement seems like a lot

natalia_leclerc just say you're bitter that he picked me and not you. maxverstappen1 never ever natalia_leclerc you're the other woman! maxverstappen1 no, YOU'RE the other woman! aurorabutton pack it up emily, victor, and victoria

danielricciardo congrats!!! can't wait to meet baby leclerc-ruiz

natalia_leclerc have i told you how much i love you mr. honey badger?? charles_leclerc thank you daniel danielricciardo yes, i'll steal more stroopwafels from max natalia_leclerc you're the best mr. ricciardo

liamlawson30 A MINI LIGHTNING MCQUEEN!!!

yukitsunoda0511 you have to stop calling him lightning mcqueen liamlawson30 the day carlos stops being bitter about charles having everything he wanted with natalia is the day i'll stop user8 oh so this is a red bull v sainz family thing liamlawson30 no it's a leclerc-ruiz v sainz thing but we firmly stand on charles and nat's side.

redbullracing brb preparing the red bull baby gear!!

charles_leclerc please don't over do it. redbullracing what do you mean?? it's not like we mass ordered a baby pram?? for every stage of the babies life?? charles_leclerc oh mon dieu

lorenzotl maman hasn't stopped crying since she saw nat's post

bensantos_ruiz oh i don't think dad's gone a day without bursting into tears arthur_leclerc wait, does this mean i'm not the favorite anymore? natalia_leclerc you never were, that was me charles_leclerc that's because you were the only girl and let maman do your hair all the time

pierregalsy wtf does she mean when she says i can't be godfather??

natalia_leclerc i meant what i said gasly charles_leclerc she said she doesn't trust a man who makes 🐶 jokes pierregasly SO YOU PICKED ALEX OVER ME? natalia_leclerc alex is a very responsible man, who sometimes does questionable things but we love him. alex_albon name one time i've done something questionable natalia_leclerc before your appendix surgery you texted me saying i had to be ready in case you didn't make it. alex_albon i've seen greys anatomy.

user8 the stars have really aligned for charles leclerc this year haven't they?

user9 bestie, what do you mean? user8 well, he's championship leader right now, he's married to the love of his life, he's going to be a dad, and he won monaco user10 charles leclerc, what sacrifices did you make to get to this point? user11 carlos' seat at ferrari 💀 ❤ by charles_leclerc user9 this man is messy as fuck and i love that for him

charles leclerc i wasn't going to ask but natalia said i had to, thoughts on going to the eras tour?

ollie bearman-leclerc DO YOU EVEN HAVE TO ASK?! I WANT TO GO!! TAKE ME WITH YOU!!

natalia leclerc i told you they would want to go

pato o'ward-leclerc i am a swiftie first and human second.

oscar piastri-leclerc it's like you hate us or something

logan sargeant-leclerc i just know max wouldn't treat us this way.

charles leclerc fuck you logan, i'm a way better parent than max.

ollie bearman-leclerc i bet max wouldn't forget about p if he was going to the eras tour with kelly

charles leclerc okay, i didn't forget about you guys, but we are going with pierre and kika

pato o'ward-leclerc OH SO YOU FORGET ABOUT US BUT NOT PIERRE AND KIKA?

natalia leclerc in his defense kika and i were the ones who wanted to go and i told him you four would want to go too

oscar piastri-leclerc oh? and what did he say?

charles leclerc i said that you wouldn't want to go

logan sargeant-leclerc IT'S LIKE YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW US!!

pato o'ward-leclerc DISHONOR ON YOU, DISHONOR ON YOUR COW!!

ollie bearman-leclerc so we're not going to the eras tour??

ollie bearman-leclerc 🙁🙁

charles leclerc i have 4 extra tickets??

ollie bearman-leclerc LET'S FUCKING GO!!! I HOPE I GET THUG SONG AS MY SURPRISE SONG

pato o'ward-leclerc REPUTATION ANNOUNCEMENT!!!

logan sargeant-leclerc DEBUT ANNOUNCEMENT!!

oscar piastri-leclerc lily's going to kill me for going without her

natalia leclerc at least one of you has your priorities straight

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video transcript: "look amore, i learned this last night!" - charles "people have been doing that for ages charles. stop acting so old!" - ollie "yeah charles, this behavior is kinda embarrassing." - oscar "this is why logan and i are the favorites." - pato just so we're clear... the best lunch date 🩷 don't tell the boys by the way, taylor sang wonderland for me. i know because the voices told me (this is a joke. please don't start saying i'm crazy) mi corazón 🥹🥹 the boys are arguing over what we're getting for dinner in the back btw.

HUNGARY 2024

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oscar piastri!! grand prix winner!! a well deserved victory, no matter what anyone says. (that is my son and i will fight anyone who says anything about him)

oscar piastri-leclerc patricio ask rossi when he's going to win a race with mclaren?

pato o'ward-leclerc damn he wins one race and suddenly he's bold ollie bearman-leclerc let him have this. he almost lost it to his teammate

natalia leclerc i'm willing to commit murder if you need me too

charles leclerc please don't. logan sargeant-leclerc no, no, please do. it's the least they deserve. ollie bearman-leclerc i can get someone to light their hospitality on fire again oscar piastri-leclerc please don't.

pato o'ward-leclerc sounds like you guys don't like fun.

charles leclerc no, we just don't want them to end up in prison for attempted murder or arson.

ollie bearman-leclerc fine, we egg zac brown's car and mclaren hospitality.

logan sargeant-leclerc legally we won't get in trouble for that

oscar piastri-leclerc there's literally cameras everywhere on the paddock

natalia leclerc fuck you guys, we want to burn down mclaren for this shit and you won't let us

ollie bearman-leclerc to be fair, she also wanted to light williams on fire after australia and she didn't have an emotional attachment to logan yet.

charles leclerc WRONG!

charles leclerc she's had an emotional attachment to logan since last season. she was always asking about him.

logan sargeant-leclerc aww, she's mother guys

ollie bearman-leclerc that's the worst joke you could've ever fucking made. logan sargeant-leclerc i've made worse jokes and you know it ollie. oscar piastri-leclerc oh ollie, you haven't witnessed how bad his jokes can get

pato o'ward-leclerc i bet mark would let us egg mclaren and zac's car

logan sargeant-leclerc that's literally your boss

pato o'ward-leclerc and i'm just supposed to forget that he paraded the orange donald around the paddock??

natalia leclerc i feel like we moved on too quickly from that as a society

ollie bearman-leclerc the orange donald??

oscar piastri-leclerc oh ollie, sweet innocent naïve ollie logan sargeant-leclerc oh ollie ollie bearman-leclerc i'm so fucking confused charles leclerc i am too, who is this orange donald? natalia leclerc someone get the presentation ready.

SPA 2024

yuki tsunoda i'll bite his fucking ankles

liam lawson i'll take his kneecaps

santiago ruiz why is your first resort always violence??

yuki tsunoda why isn't it yours?

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aurora button i can light his house on fire?

mark webber jesus christ, that's your kid jenson? jenson button yup sure is

max verstappen i'll take him out the next race, trust me.

kimi raïkkönen ???

sebastian vettel don't act dumb now kimi, you're literally the one who sent the threatening email to fred. kimi raïkkönen when the hell did i do that? jenson button earlier this morning? i was literally there with you and seb when you sent it?

pato o'ward-leclerc they're having a threesome

aurora button and somehow i'm the crazy one here daniel ricciardo talk about dream foursome fernando alonso what the hell?

yuki tsunoda and what will the war criminal himself be bringing to the revenge table?

fernando alonso the psychological torture of the sainz family.

natalia leclerc can you marry my dad?

santiago ruiz i'm straight??

fernando alonso to torture the sainz family?? count me in.

mark webber there's no way you're willing to marry someone to fuck with the sainz family. oscar piastri-leclerc hell, i would do it if would fuck with carlos. logan sargeant-leclerc mr. ruiz is a dilf. i would marry tf outta him too. ollie bearman-leclerc i see we're finally admitting that we find mr. ruiz hot max verstappen i had a crush on him too

ben santos-ruiz WHY DO ALL OF YOU FIND MY DAD HOT??

jenson button have you seen your father?? natalia ruiz oh my god not you too kimi raïkkönen sebastian said to say that i agree too max verstappen free kimi from us (but not really we actually need him here)

santiago ruiz i'm flattered but i'm not marrying fernando

fernando alonso consider this, it would make the sainz family livid. santiago ruiz i'll think about it.

yuki tsunoda i can't believe we're doing this for the bit.

daniel ricciardo i mean, i think it would so much funnier if max married him but i doubt kelly would allow that.

aurora button max's old lady is so boring for not letting this happen

max verstappen can we not call my girlfriend old? thanks.

logan sargeant-leclerc so are they getting married over summer break or??

mark webber FERNANDO HAS A GIRLFRIEND?

fernando alonso she understands why i'm doing this.

sebastian vettel this is the best joke we've ever planned

mark webber WHY ARE YOU AGREEING TO THIS?? sebastian vettel because it's fucking hilarious man

oscar piastri-leclerc sounds like someone's mad fernando didn't want to marry him

mark webber die.

ben santos-ruiz god help us all

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natalia_leclerc a week spent with the grid kids + grid dads

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user12 so i max their grid kid or a grid dad??

user13 he's liam's grid dad?? i thought that was universal knowledge??

francesca.cgomes yes, flaunt that fucking baby bump

natalia_leclerc they already think it's fake, might as well flaunt it

jensonbutton when did my daughter become one of your grid kids??

natalia_leclerc somewhere between bullying carlos, defending my honor, and another secret third thing. jensonbutton what's the secret thing? aurorabutton it's a secret dad, that means you can't know jensonbutton i'm your father? aurorabutton yes, and?

user14 so is fernando natalia's grid dad?

user15 he totally is. i've seen him glare at carlos one too many times this season. user14 oh you're so right. i fear carlos made a mistake, he pissed off the entire grid.

alex_albon so am i not your grid kid??

natalia_leclerc you're more like my grid brother alex_albon i'll take it and if the rumors are true, i'll make his life a living hell charles_leclerc i've never been more proud

maxverstappen1 let the world know you crashed my padel date with charles

natalia_leclerc HE ASKED ME TO COME YOU SID THE SLOTH! danielricciardo i remember when he used to be in love with me, now he's obsessed with charles charles_leclerc i took your seat and your man danielricciardo TOO SOON!

olliebearman at what point can i convince you to adopt kimi?

patriciooward i don't need another brother logansargeant the baby on the way is more than enough oscarpiastri this alone convinces me that i was better off with three sisters instead of three brothers.

yukitsunoda0522 petition to have me as your next grid kid?

natalia_leclerc food included? yukitsunoda0522 anything for the pregnant lady natalia_leclerc score, you are so in yuki, welcome to the family user16 yuki took oscar's mum and his grid mum user17 i can't explain it but it's such a yuki thing to do.

sukiwaterhouse can i be the next mother of your children??

charles_leclerc suki, i will run you over redbullracing he's joking. i promise. sukiwaterhouse i've seen you mad, you look like a disgruntled kitten, bring it car-boy charles_leclerc CAR-BOY??

redbullracing boss man (leo) looks so cool here. kimi is alright.

natalia_leclerc this is why i love you admin redbullracing i'm blushing ☺️

olliebearman so about that family vacation?

logansargeant they might need some time away from us ollie patriciooward from you maybe, not from me. oscarpiastri FROM ALL OF US! aurorabutton speak for yourself aussie. i'm clearly the favorite oscarpiastri YOU'RE NOT EVEN IN THE GROUPCHAT! natalia_leclerc dinner after break? olliebearman as long as charles doesn't cook, i'm in. logansargeant deal!

user18 mother, you have to put us out of our misery. is it 1 or 2 baby leclercs??

natalia_leclerc he participates 5 minutes and suddenly i'm stuck carrying 2 of his spawns bensantos_ruiz it's actually your fault because tio pablo and tia patricia are twins. charles_leclerc i told her that but it's still my fault. user19 TWO BABY LECLERCS?!!

user20 oh this is going to make carlos sainz go even more insane. he's going to be plagued by a mini charles and a mini natalia

user21 dare i say it's a reincarnation of ollie and aurora?? who are basically mini charles and mini natalia?? user22 holy shit, you're so right user23 love that we've all decided it's going to be a boy and girl user20 the world needs to humble carlos sainz so of course it's going to be a boy and a girl

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¡leclerc-s speaks! any ideas on who should be the face-claim for natalia's dad because after this week i would just find it absolutely hilarious if it was pedro pascal because the pictures of him and charles just look like charles is enamoured with him. but any other ideas besides pedro?? now, on a serious note, i will forever hate mclaren for tainting oscar's first win, and he also deserved a proper celebration on the podium, so in my delulu land charles and max were on the podium with him. before anyone asks, yes it does hurt to write logan in this story knowing what's coming but there's no way i'm going to write him off after the williams thing.

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enbysiriusblack · 17 days ago

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rereading lily's letter to sirius:

starting off strong with 'dear', very formal letter writing but also kinda endearing depends how you look at it. BUT she follows with his 'padfoot' soo it's def endearing. it already shows just how close the two are from those two words.

ofc harry's favourite present was the one sirius got him (#bestdogfather)

ofc sirius gets a 1yr old a toy broom (#funnestdogfather)

i love how chill lily is about harry almost killing the cat and smashing a vase. she's so the fun mum. also petunia and lily still sending each other christmas presents, like why do i find that so sad/sweet?? idk. i love their relationship sm it's so interesting. and ik some people are gonna be thinking 'oh petunia probably regifted the ugly vase' but no. i think she went shopping specifically for lily and picked it out thinking it looked great (she's got horrible taste)

lily saying james found it funny as if she didn't also. girl please, you know you found it so fucking funny. also james already planning out harry's quidditch career. the man is obsessed. (no war au hari def would've became a professional qudditch player i fear)

btw if you're not british, "we've had a very quiet birthday tea", basically means like an afternoon tea. they're not just drinking tea, they do have tea but also some food (like lunchy food, sandwiches and cakes) and sit down at a table and chat basically. and harry will likely also be opening presents during it too

harry kinda having a doting grandma with bathilda>>>

lily prioritising the order !! she's so responsible, smart, dedicated i love her. plus she's being so real about babies. like. yeah he ain't gonna remember it anyway (also i'm guessing this means like. sirius had an order mission so couldn't come to harry's birthday? but does this mean peter and remus did too? or was only sirius invited??)

james having trouble with just staying at home constantly <33 and trying to hide it so lily doesn't worry <333 cutest husband ever.

fuck dumbledoreeeee. i don't mind him sometimes, but how dare he take james' cloak (his family heirloom) so james and lily and harry can't go on secret outing together??? they are NOT made for staying inside. james needs his runs and flying and fresh air and chats to strangers and lily needs her woods and nature and hiking and camping.

"if you could visit, it'd cheer him up so much" SHE GETS THEM.. SHE GETS THEM

lily also calling peter "wormy", they're so also her best friends and not just james', do NOT even argue.

ik people argue this bit about the mckinnons as a proof lily was never close to marlene, but it so is proof of the opposite to me!! maybe i'm coldhearted, but i would NOT be crying all fucking evening just cause a family that i kinda know and am colleagues with one or a few of them got killed.. all evening??? ALL EVENING?? yeah, they were def close friends for sure. (and she's not just gonna single out marlene because it was ALL her family, it'd be a bit weird and disrespectful to only say marlene. especially if you, as a lot of people do, hc lily and marlene as roommates and close friends all throughout school. like lily would've visited marlene's family quite a few times. she'd know them fairly well)

lily getting ALL the gossip about dumbledore from bathilda. love that for her. also her not believing dumbledore was friends with grindelwald i'm giggling. she would've lost her mind at the idea of them as exes fr (also lily building up the suspense about dumbledore being friends with grindelwald by putting the "friends with grindelwald" part on the next page so he'd have to read the next page.. she totally didn't just run out of room. that was on purpose)

"lots of love" SCREAMING. THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SM. lilypad ily. lilypad ily. bestfriends fr!!!!!!!

also not related to the text itself, but severus taking the page where lily says "lots of love" and cutting lily out of the photo of harry on his broomstick like... FUCKING MAN.. that was for SIRIUS. that's lily's love for SIRIUS. don't take her love, she didn't fucking mean it for you, don't try to pretend it was you, you absolute wanker.. anyway

#lily evans #sirius black #lily's letter to sirius #marauders era #lilypad #secretly but probably not so secretly #harry potter

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jude-duarte-wannabe · 3 months ago

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Good day! I’m looking for Carlos Sainz go take me order if that’s ok? Could I have a extra sweetness with the brownies and possibly please a side of angel food cake? And I’d love some tonic water on the side please 💗

Thank you!

order up!

hi lovely thanks for the request, so as soon as i saw this an idea immediately popped into my head and as requested i made your order extra sweet <3 your requested prompts will be bolded and i once again couldn't stop myself from adding the victoria sponge prompt, with stories like these the idea of the victoria sponge prompt makes me all giggly and warm <3

pairing; carlos sainz x younger girlfriend reader

blurb; you've had a lot of bad relationships in the past, ones you've never fully recovered from so when your older boyfriend wants to try something new in the sex department you can't help but feel nervous but don't worry darling, soft boyfriend carlos is here to help.

warnings; oral fem!receiving, thigh kisses, google translated spanish, fingering, a speck of spitting and soft!dom!carlos [let me know if i missed anything]

dulce chico; sweet boy angelito; little angel

tonic water; age gap [carlos is 30 and reader is 23] brownie; "no fucking touching" angel food cake; "did you just squirt, since when could you do that" victoria sponge; "you wanna hold my hand"

currently playing; water by tyla "make me sweat, make me hotter, make me lose my breath, make me water"

"i don't know carlos" you mumbled from your position on the sofa beside him, he had asked you if he could try something new and while it's not like you didn't trust him because you did, you trusted him with your life but what he was suggesting you'd tried before and gotten shamed for it by previous partners but they had all been boys, carlos however was a man and one who knew how to take care of you like the goddess you were.

he practically worshiped the very ground you walked on, people all asked why you were with someone older than you and your answer was simply "he treats me right" and when they asked how you met.. well you could remember that moment in your life pretty vividly.

you had ended up meeting in the most meet cute way you could ever imagine, you'd been on a vacation with your family in madrid, your parents had been wanting to go back ever since their honeymoon 24 years ago.

you'd stopped at a farmers market close to your hotel to pick up some flowers for your parents wedding anniversary when you'd run, literally into carlos who'd been wandering the markets with his mother while on a quick visit home, while you had kept apologizing profusely, carlos simply couldn't take his eyes off you in your little pink plaid skirt and lacy white tank, you looked so soft and sweet and innocent, fuck did he love it.

you'd offered to buy him a coffee or even a pastry of some kind to make up for running into him and he'd said yes mainly just to be near you, to get to know you and that's how you found yourself wandering around the market nibbling on pastries while you chatted away with carlos, it seemed innocent enough, at least that's what you thought.

he'd ask to see you again sometime and you'd agreed thinking that he would make a great friend for while you were in madrid.

but when carlos first started to show an interest in you that was more than platonic after only knowing you a few weeks, you ignored him like the plague, he was just another guy capable of destroying you more than you already had been by the multiple exes in your past.

what made it even more nerve wracking was the fact he was older than you and not by much, at least that's what you thought. carlos on the other hand couldn't stay away and didn't get why you were ignoring him.

meeting you changed his life for the better and having to go a day without hearing you giggle or call him merely just say good morning was killing him.

at least it was until your sister who had met him randomly when you were out together and had decided to meet up with carlos, had explained everything to him, the trauma you'd gone through at the hands of your ex boyfriends, he could understand why you were scared of his advances now.

after a little convincing by your sister and little begging from carlos, he finally got you to agree to a date, he had promised to go slow and treat like every women deserved to be treated, the man worshiped the very ground you walked on after all for christ sakes.

you had kept in touch after leaving spain and when you felt ready you traveled back to madrid to spend time with him and you just never left.

and so here you were a year later, happier than you've ever been in any of your previous relationships and sure you'd been intimate with carlos before but what he was asking now made you nervous, he asked to eat you out saying that you looked so sweet just sitting next him reading and that's what lead to the current situation that you were in "what do you mean you don't know" he asked.

his question had you fidgeting but as always carlos was there to comfort you, placing his hand on your thigh "no fucking touching" you snapped before feeling bad and so you mumbled "please" you pushed his hand off your leg "i need to think and i can't do that with hands on me, your very distracting" you explained with a soft laugh, it just made carlos smile but then said smile faded at another thought.

"why don't you want to.. do you not trust me" he seemed worried and your hand immediately went to his arm "no dulce chico, i trust you it's just the last person i let down there... they didn't ask, i asked them and i was told i was gross and that no man ever does it willingly"

oh now carlos was angry, he couldn't believe that one of your old boyfriends had said that to you "no baby, it's not gross.. i want to make you feel good" his hand went back to your thigh, rubbing small circles on the skin there, carlos noticed you wriggle around and squeeze your legs closer together, your slight very quiet whimper had him raising his eyebrows while he smiled "is the idea of this turning you on angelito"

"maybe" you murmured, your hand taking hold of his own, tangling your fingers together to ground yourself as you sat there thinking and after a few minutes, you'd finally decided "alright you know what.. lets... lets try it" you told him and the way carlos pounced on you then made you giggle.

he moved you onto your back while you kept laughing at his eagerness, he placed a sloppy kiss to your lips before laying himself down in between your legs, fingers moving your underwear to the side quickly before pushing your sweet little skirt over your hips and wrapping his arms over your waist, placing sweet little kisses to the skin of your thigh making you squirm even more.

"carlos.. don't tease me" you whimpered making him chuckle against your thigh "patient angelito" he gently kissed at your folds, groaning at the taste of you on his lips before diving straight in, licking at your juices like a man starved.

"gross my fucking ass.. you taste so perfect.. like honey" he mumbled as his tongue slipped inside you slurping up all the juices that slipped from your aching hole.

the new feelings you were experiencing were euphoric and you just couldn't seem to keep your head on straight no matter what you did, you gripped at the couch cushions and even carlos's hair.

so as a last resort you reached for his fingers that rested on your stomach, when he felt your hand brush his own carlos couldn't help smile against your folds as he pulled away for just a second "you wanna hold my hand" you merely nodded, your other hand gripping out the couch cushion above your head.

carlos couldn't get enough of the way you looked right now with flushed cheeks and your chest rising and falling as you panted in excitement.

he tangled his fingers with yours before going back to work, bringing his thumb to your clit to rub little circles as he licked and sucked at your sweet pussy.

carlos continued like this for a while, listening to you moan blissfully above him, if carlos could describe heaven it would be this, this moment right here with his face buried in your cunt licking at you while you made such beautiful noises, your hands holding onto eachothers, a symbol of your connection and love for each other, after a while he pulled away to kitten lick at your clit and he slipped his fingers inside your tight cunt, feeling you clench around his fingers "jesus angelito... so tight"

your hips started to rut against carlos's hand, causing them to push deeper and deeper in and then you squealed as a sparks zipped up your spine "what the fuck was that" you asked as your breathing calmed down"your g spot" carlos chuckled and hit it again as his fingers kept thrusting in and out at a fast pace and so you kept squealing.

it wasn't long before your gripped carlos's hand a little too tight as you tumbled over the edge, your orgasm hitting you like a truck.

as your breathing calmed down, you sat up slightly to look at carlos, hand still clutched in his, carlos just lay frozen between your legs face wet "you alright baby" you asked and he just chuckled "did you just squirt, since when could you do that"

you stared at him surprised, you had done what? "i did what now?"

to say that you were both surprised was an understatement but when carlos scampered up your body, you giggled at his excitement "i wanna make you do it again" he said, voice shaky and you smiled softly at him

"go on then baby.. make me water" you giggled, hands cupping his face, god he was adorable, this was perfect, this moment, this relationship.. you'd never been happier than this and you hoped that it would never ever end mostly because you had never felt safer than you did right now while wrapped up in carlos strong arms.

#carlos sainz smut #carlos sainz x reader #formula 1 #formula one #formula one fanfiction #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz x female reader

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kurishiri · 3 months ago

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95k bonus . . . Liebe geht durch den Magen

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ notice ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ this translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to characterization or narrative flow purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don’t repost these or claim these as your own!

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ warning ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ none; it’s really just vogel being silly! hope you’re ready for the dari, nica, and ring galore, hehe.

Kate: A tea party with all of the members of Vogel…?

Victor: Mhm, it seems like all of them have taken an interest in you. So they asked for a chance to speak with you.

Kate: Well, seeing as I’m the only one who isn’t Cursed, I guess it makes sense they would hold an interest.

Victor: Indeed. …How would you like to answer? It’s completely up to you.

V: …However, both parties hold their own secrets.

V: And we do often take care of them, seeing as they are diplomatic guests.

V: Should there be anything making you anxious, or you feel even slightly you don’t want to do this, or anything of the sort, then you are always free to turn them dow—

Kate: …Victor. I will attend the tea party.

Victor: Wait, really? Are you sure?

Kate: Since they have come here to deepen relations between the organizations, turning down an opportunity like this wouldn’t leave a good impression, I’d imagine.

K: And besides, I would like to be of some use to you and Crown, for extending such hospitality to me.

When I expressed my honest feelings, Victor’s expression softened in turn.

Victor: I’m grateful for your honesty. Well then, it’s about time I give them a response.

V: Ahh, but… I’ll have Roger listen in from nearby, so if something happens you can just give a shout, okay?

V: No matter the time and place, I’ll come running.

After Victor’s words resonated in my heart, several days passed——

Darius: Thank you for accepting our invitation, miss fairytale keeper.

D: Did you perhaps prepare everything on this table?

Lined up on the table was filled to the brim with snacks, causing Darius to blink.

Kate: Victor and I prepared them. We were hoping it would be nice if you could eat these…

K: And that we can be on more friendly terms as we’re chatting like this.

Ring: You want to be on more friendly terms with the ones who might kill you? I don’t see the point?

Kate: …Gh.

Nica: Riiing, now don’t go saying gruesome things like that. You’ll bother the Spatzi.

N: So sorry about that? Ring is a Jungfrau [1] who tends to get a bit more nervous around cute girls.

Wearing an amiable smile as he faced me, Nika lifted the heavy air around us.

Kate: Jung…?

Ring: Y-you don’t have to ask what it is! …And also, it’s not like I’m nervous.

R: But, I won’t deny… that you are… cute…

He was simply cautious around me; it was not as though he was really doing me any harm for now.

…Even so, though, I myself had become ever so slightly anxious.

(The members of Vogel are also Cursed, if I recall, right…)

(If they had such intentions, they could easily take my life.)

The fear that I had first felt when I started working for Crown started to paint over my heart, when…

Darius: …Are you nervous, by any chance?

Donning a childlike innocence, Darius looked into my face.

Kate: Ah… umm…

Darius: Well, well… if we did possess a strong ability much like Sir Rex…

D: I wouldn’t blame you for feeling powerless even while simply conversing.

D: But you can relax around us. My ability will not kill you.

D: ——In fact, there is absolutely no way it will. Okay?

Nica: Oh, me and my brother’s abilities aren’t really harmful too.

N: That said, it can probably make you feel really good and maybe make you feel a bit fuzzy, but that’s actually a good thing, isn’t it?

Kate: R-right…

(Just what ability does that entail…?)

Although I still held my doubts, I knew that their abilities didn’t pose a danger to my life, which ebbed my fear.

Darius: Now then, now that you know we mean you no harm, how about we partake in these?

With Darius’ encouragement, Ring quickly reached out to a cake in front of him.

Ring: Mm…! This is really good.

Taking large bites, the cake was gone before I knew it, and Ring then reached out for another snack.

Nica: Geez, Ring, why are you just taking whatever’s in front of you? Pick the ones that especially look good.

While saying so, Nica reached for a baked pastry diagonal of him.

Nica: I recognize this shape. Isn’t this from the high-class bakery near the castle?

Kate: I’m surprised you know of it! That shop——

Nica: Mn… hm? It’s good, but did it really come from that shop?

Kate: Well, what I wanted to say was that shop’s pastry shapes were the inspiration for these homemade sweets.

That said, this time, Victor and I did make our rounds around a variety of bakeries, and put this together.

And I tried to make homemade pastries here at the castle that were freshly made or were hard to obtain.

Nica: They’re ‘homemade’? So they’re basically cheap foods, in which case I don’t want any.

Kate: Eh—

Nica: Here, Ring, say ‘ahh.’

Nica pushed his half eaten pastry into Ring’s mouth.

Ring: Mn… this is also really good…

When he was eating it, Nica said it was ‘good,’ but maybe he’s actually not good with homemade pastries…?

Darius: Hey, miss fairytale keeper, this is Baumkuchen [2], isn’t it?

This time, Darius called out to me while pulling on my sleeve.

Kate: That’s right. We figured since you’re here, we could prepare some German pastries… or that’s what Victor said.

Darius: Ho-oh…

Darius used a knife to lightly cut a slice before he carried it to my mouth.

Darius: Here, have a bite?

Kate: Mn… mmm, it’s really fluffy and delicious!

Darius: I’m glad to hear. Then it’s my turn.

With layers of the Baumkuchen spilling, Darius brought it to his mouth.

Darius: Mm, it’s delicious. …But, I take it it’s not something made in most of England. So where did you get this?

Kate: Actually, while I was racking my head on how to make Baumkuchen…

K: Victor made a gadget that could make it.

In order to make a delicious Baumkuchen by the tea party, I practiced baking it day in and day out.

…I feel that I can keep the fact that for some time the castle’s snacks consisted of nothing but Baumkuchen to myself.

Darius: He made a whole gadget just for this? Hmm… he’s quite strange, I’d say.

Kate: I can’t argue with that… but I’m sure it’s just that he was happy.

K: Happy that you guys, who are also Cursed, have come to England——or rather, to Crown.

Darius: …The pleasure is ours. I’m delighted at how warmly we’re treated here.

D: I do like the Baumkuchen, so do make it again sometime.

Kate: Alright!

I was so glad he liked it that I gave an immediate answer, but…

(Making it is quite time consuming and requires skill… but I’ll try my best.)

Nica: This topic’s all well and good, but what I really want to hear about the Spatzi [3] herself.

N: You know, like what fragrances you like, or which types of guys you fancy, that kind of thing… what about you, Ring?

Ring: Mngh…!? U-uhm…

R: ………M-maybe, like, which color of the sky she most likes?

Nica: The sophistication’s lacking, I see.

Ring: And what’s the problem with that?

Darius: I do agree with Nika here though. I would also like to get to know you better.

D: But simply asking would be a bore, so how about we play a guessing game?

Nica: So, Ratespiel? Now we’re talking.

Darius: Let’s make it so each person can make a single guess, and until then, we can continue asking questions…

D: Come play with us, why don’t you, miss fairytale keeper?

D: If possible… I would prefer you choose a topic that pertains to yourself.

Kate: Alright, then…

K: Out of the foods on this table, which one is my most favorite?

Darius: Hehe, that’s quite a charming topic? Then let’s start.

Nica: Sounds good to me, though I’d like to propose another twist.

N: The first person to guess the correct answer will be able to ask the Spatzi out on a date. Well, how about it?

Ring: A date…!? [surprised]

Darius: You do make a good point. A competition does call for a prize of sorts… well, miss fairytale keeper? Are you fine with this?

Kate: U-um, I think a date may be a bit——

When I tried to speak up, though, the three of them looked at me, causing my breath to catch in my throat.

Ring was looking at me with a guarded look, as though he were a guard dog who could tear my neck apart with a single order.

Nica was looking at me with a scrutinizing look, as though he was thinking about how to play with a toy.

And Darius was wearing an amiable smile, but his eyes alone were sharp, like that of a predator aiming for its prey——

With the three of them looking at me in their own way, I couldn’t bring myself to disagree, feeling myself surrounded by a heavy air.

Darius: ‘I think a date may be a bit’ what was that now?

Kate: …Nope, never mind. That works for me.

Overwhelmed by the pressure, I could only nod, and Darius returned the gesture with an angelic smile.

Like a signal, the tense atmosphere became more lax.

Darius: Thank you. Then, let the game start.

With that, the tea party proceeded such that Darius, Nika, and Ring asked me questions.

While the discussion occasionally went off track, this peaceful time continued to pass by——

Ring: I got it!

The one who had his answer ready first was Ring.

Darius: A friendly reminder that you only have one chance. If you miss the mark, that will be the end… are you sure you would like to answer?

Ring: Don’t worry, I’m sure of this.

R: The answer is——that fruit before your eyes!

Kate: …Miss.

Ring: Wh…!? I-I see… so it was wrong…

Ring looked a bit despondent at my answer, and though he looked like a guard dog before, in an instant, he looked more like an abandoned puppy,

and I had to desperately fight the urge to say ‘actually, it’s a hit.’

Nica: …Hey, Ring. Mind if I say how you got to your answer?

Ring: ‘How I got to my answer’?

Nica: When you were about to grab that fruit, the Spatzi said ‘go ahead’ to you with a smile and put it on your plate,

N: and so you held a positive association with that fruit, leading you to your answer?

Ring: N-now that you mention it… that might’ve been the case… it was completely unconscious…

Darius: Ahaha, you’re so adorably honest, Ring.

Nica: Well then, it’s about time I guess too. The correct answer is… this chocolate.

N: It’s a bit on the mini side, and it looks cute too, and not to mention the packaging is also intricate. It practically oozes the traits a girl would like.

Kate: Miss.

Nica: Oops, too bad.

As opposed to Ring, who seemed down upon getting his guess wrong, Nika didn’t show any signs of caring, even if he did.

It was as though he knew from the beginning his answer was wrong.

Darius: I would prefer you make a serious guess, or this game will really end up in a bore.

Nica: But I thought long and hard about what girls would like and picked based on that?

N: Besides, this is where a subordinate hands the torch to the master.

Nika gave a smug wink, and Darius shrugged his shoulders in response.

Darius: It seems I bear a great responsibility now. If I’m unable to answer correctly, I’m afraid the little miss fairytale keeper——

D: And Crown as well would be disappointed in me.

Kate: Don’t worry, I won’t be disappointed even if you don’t answer correctly. It’s just a game, after all.

Darius: Hmm, so you believe I won’t get the answer right, is that it?

Kate: That…

(If I’m being completely honest, yes, I did think that.)

(Because the answer to this question is… a bit special.)

Darius: Hehe, seeing you have such low expectations of me makes me want to try my utmost hardest.

D: Alright, I have my answer.

D: I see you were trying not to eat this chocolate cake, right?

D: Because you like it, you saved it for last, I take it. So, my answer is that chocolate cake.

I was about to reply with an immediate ‘miss,’ when he opened his mouth before me.

Darius: …is what a normal person would say, but that would be incorrect.

Kate: Eh…

Darius: The answer to your question is——-

D: ‘Everything here on the table.’

Kate: …That’s a hit.

Ring: A-all of it…!? Is that answer even possible?

Nica: Well, we never established that the said thing had to just be a single thing, so yeah, it’s fully possible.

N: But even so, way to bend the rules there, Spatzi. I didn’t think you had it in you.

N: …You really are an interesting one, aren’t you.

Darius: I did think it was a strange answer, but considering the little miss fairytale keeper’s character, it wasn’t too difficult.

D: Perhaps you thought something like, ‘If I’m preparing something for guests, I would choose the things I believe are the most delicious’… am I right?

Kate: It is as you say…

While consulting with Victor, I chose all of the pastries here.

So, that’s why if I were to choose my most favorite among these, the answer would naturally be ‘everything.’

Kate: It was a bit of an underhanded answer, so I didn’t think you would get it.

Darius: Hehe, but I did. Oh, but, I don’t think it’s underhanded.

D: After all, I take it you thought up of such an answer so that you didn’t have to assign winners and losers, yes?

Kate: Yes, there was also that. Since it was such a fun tea party, I didn’t want to label anyone as winners and losers…

Darius: To see you try to put us on an equal footing without assigning a winner…

D: You truly are sweet to the point it’s cloying… and kind as well.

Ring: B-by the way… will Darius ask her out? O-on a date, that is…!

Darius: Ahh, that nearly slipped my mind. Well, miss fairytale keeper, will you go out on a date with me next time?

Kate: …I will.

I didn’t have much reason to turn him down, and now that I got to talk with them like this, I started to become more interested in the members of Vogel.

(…And going out together with them seems pretty fun too.)

Nica: Okay, then, when you’re done with your date with Dari, let me know, okay? We can plan a date of our own then.

Kate: Eh—

Nica: The prize for the game was the right to ask you out on a date, but there’s no need to hinge something like that on a game, right?

N: Besides, if the answer to the question is ‘everything on the table,’ that would technically make my answer right, too, yeah?

Kate: I… guess so…?

Nica: And you caught my interest too anyway…

N: …Ah, that’s right. Since we’re talking about this, why don’t you invite the Spatzi on a date too, Ring?

Ring: O-on a date…!? I… I’ll pass.

R: …But when you go on your date with Nica and Darius, I’ll tag along behind you guys.

Nica: Wait, why though?

Ring: If she’s around, you’ll let your guards down and lose sight of your surroundings, right?

R: So I’ll cover those bases during your date.

Nica: Ehh…

Darius: Hehe, thank you, Ring.

D: …Hey, miss fairytale keeper. I must say that half a day isn’t nearly enough.

D: Why don’t we take our sweet time chatting on our date, the two of us?

A smile played on Darius’ lips, and I couldn’t look away from his honey-colored eyes.

Just then, I remembered Victor’s words from before I went out.

—— Flashback ——

Victor: Ahh, that’s right, Kate. There’s one thing I should say.

V: If you wish to return to your normal everyday life after this month passes… you mustn’t let your heart get stolen by them.

—— End flashback ——

(It’ll be alright… I think I was able to enjoy this time today when I tried talking to them.)

(This feeling won’t blossom into love. Surely…)

Fin.

will vs darius jude vs nica alfons vs ring

NOTES:

[0] according to our handy google translate, the title of this story, Liebe geht durch den Magen, translates to “love goes through the stomach.” I assume this may reference or be the equivalent to a similar English saying, “the way to one’s heart is through their stomach.”

[1] “virgin” in German nhdkshfds

[2] and here we have a quote from Wikipedia: Baumkuchen is a kind of spit cake from German cuisine. It is also a popular dessert in Japan. The characteristic rings that appear in its slices resemble tree rings, and give the cake its German name, Baumkuchen, which literally translates to “tree cake” or “log cake”.

[3] originally, I had Rotkehlchen, which is like the literal translation for “robin” as far as I know. Spatzi means “sparrow,” but can be used as a term of endearment in the same way the Crown members call Kate “robin” out of endearment. In his collection story event, he mentions that the word he used is German for robin, but it could be localized to something like “it is a German-equivalent term of endearment for robin.” Thanks to @.citrusmornings for providing this link!

END NOTES: did you enjoy this story? because i know i did, haha. i really enjoy all the vogel characters so far; they all have interesting personalities, and they bounce off each other in a fun way as well.

honestly, i’m still trying to sort of get an idea of how i want to sort of translate and write these characters. overall, though, i tried to give darius a more innocent air, with some hints of his nobility, while also having a strong sort of presence. and i tried to capture nica’s sort of casual and flippant (but also clever and sharp) air, which contrasts with how ring gets shy and flustered pretty easily.

i’d love to hear your thoughts!

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r3dcherri3s · 4 months ago

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Celebrate with me ?

pairing: billie eilish x fem! reader

warnings: jealousy , insecure reader , slight angst and comfort at the end— i promise :)

word count: 1.5K

The lights of Billie’s house glowed brightly, casting a warm, inviting ambiance across the spacious living room where the celebration was taking place. Friends, family, and random people that Billie was close with filled the house quickly, glasses clinking and laughter filling the air. The party was in honor of Billie’s latest album, “Hit Me Hard and Soft,” a testament to her unique artistry and emotional depth.

A piano stood in one corner, its polished surface reflecting the twinkling lights of the chandelier above. Near the fireplace, a group of musicians who were invited to the party by your girlfriend. The dining table was laden with an array of delectable appetizers and a stunning centerpiece—a cake decorated to look like the album cover.

You stayed close to Billie, basking in the joy of the moment and feeling immensely proud of her accomplishment. Dressed in your favorite outfit, you felt a swell of pride every time someone came up to congratulate her. You watched as billie chatted away about her album and you couldn’t help but smile in awe at how excited she gets when she talks about her album.

However, amid the sea of faces, a particular group of people caught your attention.

A cluster of people approached both of you, their chatter growing louder as they neared. Most of their attention was on Billie, their smiles wide and eyes gleaming with excitement. It was clear they were thrilled to see her, eager to catch her words. Among them was a particularly striking woman who seemed to be especially intent on Billie. Her eyes sparkled with an intensity that suggested more than just casual interest.

As you observed her, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease. You took a moment to scan her, noting the way she moved with confidence and grace. When she glanced down towards your girlfriend’s lips, your discomfort grew. It was a subtle gesture, but one that spoke volumes. You felt a knot form in your stomach as jealousy and protectiveness mingled within you.

Instinctively, you tightened your grip on Billie’s arm, your fingers pressing into her skin just a bit more firmly than before. Billie, engrossed in conversation, didn’t seem to notice the shift in your demeanor. You stayed silent, not wanting to cause a scene, especially since the woman hadn’t really done anything overtly inappropriate—yet.

But you couldn't shake the feeling that her intentions might not be entirely innocent.

As the group continued to chat, you kept a watchful eye on the woman, ready to intervene if necessary. You didn’t like how that woman made you feel uneasy.

She sauntered up, her confidence evident in every step, moving with the kind of grace that drew eyes effortlessly. “Billie! Congrats on the album, babe! It’s incredible,” she gushed, her voice dripping with a flirtatious charm that was impossible to ignore.

Billie’s face lit up with a grin, the warmth in her eyes unmistakable. “Thank you! That means a lot,” she replied, her tone friendly but unmistakably pleased. The woman’s gaze lingered on Billie, her eyes sparkling with a keen interest that was becoming more apparent by the second.

“I have to say, you’re even more attractive in person,” she added, her fingers lightly brushing Billie’s arm. The touch was subtle, but the intent behind it was clear.

If looks could kill, that woman would’ve been on the floor dead five minutes ago. You didn’t even know who she was, but the moment she began speaking to Billie, a wave of hatred washed over you. The audacity she had, blatantly throwing herself at your girlfriend in front of everyone, it made your blood boil. Everyone knew about your relationship with Billie, you both had come out about it a couple of months ago, and the support had been overwhelming.

Yet here was this stranger, acting as if she had a slight chance. She didn’t even bother giving you a glance.

What made it worse was that Billie didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she seemed to be enjoying the attention, her smile growing wider, her laughter more genuine. She leaned into the woman’s touch ever so slightly, her body language open and receptive. It was as if you weren’t even there, as if your relationship meant nothing in the face of this stranger’s brazen advances.

The more they talked, the more you grew insecure about everything. You clenched your fists, the anger simmering just below the surface. How could Billie not see what was happening? The woman’s hand remained on Billie’s arm, lingering longer than necessary, her fingers tracing idle patterns that sent a chill of possessive rage through you. Each second felt like an eternity, the scene playing out before you like a slow-motion nightmare.

Finally, unable to take it any longer, you stepped forward, your voice shaky. “Ex- Excuse me, I think I’m going to freshen up in the bathroom,” you stammered, the words barely audible but enough to catch the attention of both Billie and the unwanted woman.

The woman glanced at you, a smirk curling on her lips as she kept her hand on Billie's arm. "Oh, I didn't see you there," she said, her tone laced with feigned innocence. Billie's eyebrows furrowed at the woman's words, but before she could respond to you, you had already turned and headed towards the bathroom, leaving a frown on Billie’s face.

With your heart pounding, you hurried to the bathroom, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside you. Once inside, you leaned against the sink, gripping the edge tightly as you stared at your reflection in the mirror. Anger and jealousy filled your thoughts, your mind replaying the scene over and over. How could Billie enjoy that woman’s attention?

Minutes passed, each one feeling like an eternity. The bathroom door creaked open, and you tensed, hoping it wasn’t someone else coming in. Until you saw your girlfriend’s reflection in the mirror, her expression filled with concern.

“Hey,” she said softly, stepping closer. “Are you alright, love?”

You turned to face her, the jealousy evident in your eyes. “Why didn’t you shut her down, Bils? She was all over you, and you didn’t seem to mind.”

“Oh.” Billie’s face softened as her smile grew slightly once she realized how jealous you were. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how it was affecting you, love.“

You took a deep breath, and tried to steady your voice. “I just didn’t like how she was flirting with you..”

Billie’s eyes filled with understanding as she took your hands in hers. “I get it. I’m really sorry. When she first came up to me, I thought she was just being friendly.”

Billie gently grabbed your hands and spoke softly. “After you left, she started crossing the line, and I promise you, I immediately shut it down right away. You have nothing to be jealous about. You’re the one I love, the only one I want.”

She pulled you into a warm embrace, her arms wrapping around you securely. “I promise I won’t let anyone come between us. You’re my everything.”

You rested your head against her shoulder, feeling the anger and jealousy slowly ease out of your body. “I’m sorry for being sensitive about this, I just don’t want to lose you,” you whispered.

Billie pulled back slightly, her eyes locking onto yours with a teasing glint. “Lose me? To her?” She chuckled softly. “Please, she doesn’t stand a chance. You’re stuck with me, babe.”

A reluctant smile tugged at your lips, and Billie’s grin widened. “There it is. There’s that beautiful smile I love.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, Billie’s eyes softened as she cupped your face in her hands, leaning in for a kiss. The world outside the bathroom seemed to fade away as you lost yourself in the moment, the kiss making you forget about that stupid woman.

When you finally pulled away, Billie’s forehead rested against yours. “Come back in and celebrate with me?” she asked softly. “Please?”

"Of course, I will," you said, a smile spreading across your face. You grasped Billie’s hand, enjoying the warmth of her touch as she intertwined her fingers with yours. She led you back into the party. As you moved through the crowd, your attention was drawn to one corner where the woman was standing.

you gently cupped Billie’s face in your hands, without a word, you leaned in and kissed her softly. Billie responded back immediately, her hands resting lightly on your waist. When you finally pulled away, Billie looked at you with a mix of surprise and amusement. "What was that for?" she asked.

You shrugged, a playful smile on your lips. "Just felt like it."

Billie's goofy grin spread across her face as she took your hand, intertwining her fingers with yours. As you both began to walk away, you couldn't resist glancing back at the woman who had been flirting with Billie. Your smug smile was met with a roll of her eyes and an irritated turn of her head, clearly upset by the display.

You felt satisfied, your own smile growing wider as you and Billie continued to weave through the crowd and finally enjoy her party.

i didn’t feel like coming up with a name for that random woman 😭😭 enjoy tho <3

#billie eilish x y/n #billie eilish x reader #billie eilish x fem!reader #billie eilish #fem reader #billie eilish x you #anyways stream hit me hard and soft

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cuubism · 4 months ago

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a small snippet of math au - elopement chapter

In part 3 of Math AU Dream rage quit the family group chat after Desire started making fun of Hob. More than a year later he finally rejoins just to drop this.

Monday, 7pm

Dream rejoined the group.

Dream

Behold.

Delirium

Omgggggggggggggggggggg 🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌

Desire

I’ll believe it when I see the marriage certificate Dream Wait is it for real still Hob??? That actually lasted this long????

Dream

Silence. I’m killing you in my mind.

Desire

I’m so scawed @ Death make him stawp 🥺

Death

This is news to me Wait when tf did this happen??

Dream

Today.

Despair

You can’t get married in 1 day There’s paperwork

Desire

Your favorite, bureaucracy

Despair

My favorite :)

Desire

So you’re not actually married YET Dream oh my god 🙄

Desire added Hob to the group

Desire

@ Hob IT’S NOT LEGALLY BINDING YET. STILL TIME TO BACK OUT BLINK TWICE IF YOU’RE BEING HELD HOSTAGE

Dream

🔪

Hob

🖕 Tell me you’re jealous without telling me :)

Hob changed Dream’s nickname to Hob’s Beloved

Dream changed Hob’s nickname to Most Gallant of Husbands

Desire

I’m literally throwing up in my mouth rn

Delirium

Aww it’s cute congratulations Dream! ✨

Most Gallant of Husbands

[ Selfie of Hob kissing Dream on the cheek ] [ Second image of their clasped hands both wearing wedding rings ]

Death

I’m happy for you both Dream come talk to me later about the logic of getting spontaneously married overnight

Hob’s Beloved

No ❤️ We are going to get cake. Goodbye.

#i love writing the texting chapters XD #soon enough i'll finish this #complex mathematics #dreamling #my writing #long post

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unique-high · 8 months ago

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ATEEZ S/o Popular YouTube Live Streamer Reaction.

Requested: i would like to request how ateez members would react to their s/o being a popular YouTube streamer and them accidentally walking in on their s/o live stream in the chat would go crazy.

a/n: this is a birthday themed request. I enjoyed making this. It was funny to me. 🤣

NOT EDITED BUT PROOFREAD A LITTLE.

MINGI: "HAPPY BIRTDA-" He stops at the threshold of the door wearing a party hat and holding a cake. "Oh, are you live streaming?"

You turned in your gamer chair looking at your boyfriend. "Um, yeah."

"Oh, really?" He steps further into the room, looking at the computer screen.

The chat box started going crazy

Zen: Omg is that who I think it is?!?

Baby Tee: Is this your boyfriend y/n? Why does he low-key look like Mingi from Ateez?

Theodore: Oh my freaking nuts. MINGI? Is this a prank? Or is this some crazy video editing somehow?!?

Suan: their boyfriend can't b Mingi. Not THE Mingi. This has to be some kind of prank fr fr.

Psycho: It makes sense now why Y/n never showed us their bf. Its cause he is just as famous as they are!!

You pulled your boyfriend into the screen smiling. "Um, Everyone so yeah... Mingi from ateez is my boyfriend."

Mingi sat the cake down so he could wave. "Hi, Everyone, I am Y/n's boyfriend. Nice to meet you all." He smiles. "If you all don't mind, I'm going to steal y/n for a few hours."

YUNHO: He didn't know that you were in the middle of live streaming when he came dancing into the room singing Happy Birthday and popping confetti poppers.

"Yunho, I'm living streaming right now." You pointed at your computer.

"Oh, shit." he quickly bows. "I didn't mean to ruin your live."

The chat box started to go off.

Kill la Kill: Okay no, cause is dat YUNHO I see? lol.

Mint Mint: U CAN RUIN MY LIFE!!

Prince Charming: Is he ur boyfriend?

Rugrat: Y were u keepin him a secret from us?

Paul: Is this guy famous or sumthing?

Lizzy Bear: Don't tell me he's Y/n's bf like they're my WAIFU!!

NOT OKAY: I hope Y/n can fight. LMAO

"Would you like to join the live with me, Yunho?" You ask him.

"I don't want to steal the attention from you, but if you want to I will." He pushes you out of the way and smiles into the camera. "Yunho, taking over."

JONGHO: While you were in the middle of showing off your new headset, a fan gifted you. Jongho burst open the door blowing a party blower. "Let's get the party start-" he pauses. "Oh. Oh, are you streaming already?"

"Yeah." You said. "Want to say hi?"

Jongho wobbles over, waving. "Hi, I'm Jongho. Y/n's number 1 supporter."

The chat box starts flooding in with messages.

Bambi: No way. NO FREAKING WAY THIS IS THE JONGHO!!

Jaya Jaya ya: He should be grateful to have bagged a baddie like Y/n.

Shy Mariah: BLOW THE WHISTLE!

sUpEr MaRio: I just started stanning ATEEZ and Jongho is my bias!!! i'mma go cry in a corner.

My lucky lady: New Ship?

BBQ Sauce on my tittes: Jst waiting for the crazy fans to enter the chat *sips tea*

SAY MY NAME: Does dis mean we getting couple stuff now? cuz I don't mind at all :)

Jongho laughs at the ship comment saying. "What can our ship name be?"

You rolled your eyes nudging him out of the way. "Jongho has boyfriend duties now. Say bye Jongho."

He pouts. "Bye Y/n's live stream fans."

SEONGHWA: He was rubbing his sleepy eyes in his other hand was a gift bag with your birthday gift, he sleepily walked into the middle of your live stream yawning, holding out your gift in front of you. "Y/n, happy birthday."

"Baby, say hi to my fans." You beamed.

"Huh?"

You pulled him down to be in frame and pointed at your computer. "I'm live."

"What?!" Seonghwa nervously laughed, running his fingers through his messy bleached hair. "Um, Hi Y/n's fans I didn't mean to interrupt."

Fever Fever: Mother Seonghwa is that u?

Bad boi dwn: Oh, wonder how his company is going to cover this up?

Queen of tha South: Wasn't expecting to be blinded by a handsome man.

Lil Lotto: We need a story time cause like wtf?

U can call me monster: Y/n musta did something in a past life to be this lucky to get a K-POP man.

Crazy Form: whenever he eat the cookie he got good form?????

Alice In Wonderland: This man makes me forget I'm lesbian.

"Should we do a small q & a?" You ask your fans.

Seonghwa sits on your lap. "Yeah, should we?"

WOOYOUNG: He was wearing a pink lace apron and carrying a homemade cake when he walked into the middle of your live streaming while you were doing the dance to Bouncy.

"I baked you a cake for your birthday but I see you're busy. I'll come back later." Wooyoung said.

"I'm having a birthday live. You can join in. Everyone would love to see you."

Your fans started flooding the chat.

Pirate King: R my eyes deceiving me? Wooyoung is that you my boy?

Kitty Kat: Oh they really living the Y/n life.

White boy wasted: Haters gonna say this fake.

i stole ur bias: adding to the hit list.

Alpha Josh: So are we going to ignore the fact that this man is overly gorgeous?

Pizza HūrT: Life isn't fair because how can I live the Y/n dream? do I need to play “I'm not like other girls” card?

Dirty Sprite: K, that explains why she never shows us her phone screen saver.

Woo Woo: I can't right now. Because like Wooyoung and Y/n are together? Two of my favorite ppl n the world!

“Well, since I'm in the live stream, can you all help me wish, Y/n a very happy birthday.” Wooyoung gives you a kiss on the cheek.

YEOSANG: He didn't mean to barge in during your live stream. At first he doesn't notice because he puts his phone in your face. The rest of Ateez faces were shoved into the phone camera yelling happy birthday to you, it was so chaotic and loud. You smiled at Yeosang.

“Babe I'm in the middle of a live stream right now.”

“You are?”

“Yeah. See everyone is commenting.” You point at the chat box.

Yeosang reads the incoming messages.

Depresso Expresso: idk how to explain it but he's the product of his mother during all the work doing sex.

Dat girl Maya: yeah what they said ^^^

Get'em Gates: r u 2 dating?

Ur Faves Can't Rap: I'm suddenly gay.

M0lLy: Oh I know he's cracking her back like a glow stick every night.

I got that dog in meee: Funny of u to assume he does the cracking ^^^

Princess Tee: he's a work of ARRRT.

Megan Thee Goat: He's the definition of HOT BOY. If ykyk.

“Okay say bye to Yeosang everyone before he gets a big head.” You laughed, poking your boyfriend in the ribs.

HONGJOONG: “Okay make a wish!” Hongjoong burst into your room with a cupcake in his hand and a big smile on his face.

You spun in your gaming chair. “Where are your clothes?”

“I'm your birthday gift.” Hongjoong winks at you.

“Thats nice in and all. But there's like 100,000 people seeing your junk.”

“You're joking right?” He lets out a nervous laugh, using the cupcake to cover himself.

“Nope. Live stream.”

“Live stream?” he swallowed and waves at everyone watching. “Hi, I'm um Hongjoong Y/n's birthday gift.”

The chat box went crazy.

Vanilla baby: At least he came unwrapped. My God!!!

GUERRILLA: ooou he's a big boy indeed.

Choke me spank me: sssjjiokhdgfertgyjbfrfv.

San's left nut: I can die happily now.

Icky Vicky: He your man?!?

Touch sum grass: HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!!!! But please get your naked man off the screen. My mom walked in and thought I was watching porn....

Jimin's baby momma: am I in a fanfic right now?

Peru Peru: He slanging.

Sativa: he really gifted us all.

Bill Nye: isn't this how most porns start?

3D: Can he make it bouncy?

Olivia: This man is sex on legs.

“Sorry, everyone. Hongjoong will go put on some clothes now.”

“But I like the attention.”

You ended the live playfully beating up Hongjoong.

SAN: He had the same idea as Hongjoong but instead of being naked he wore a silk black robe but still naked underneath. San walked into your room with a bottle of champagne and from somewhere in the house Birthday by Katy Perry played.

"Y/n, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!" San drops his robe, bare ass to the camera. "This is all for you. but when isn't it?" he smirks.

You stared at your boyfriend. "Um babe, you're mooning my live stream."

"What the fuck?" He hurries to grab the robe from the floor to cover himself. "Why didn't you say anything sooner!”

You laughed. “I wasn't expecting you go all Chippendale's on me.”

The messages started to flood in.

Isamu: Um... Continue please?

Misty Blue: lol mooning yes. A FULL moon indeed.

Hawaii Five - O: Lol is it just me are does he look like San from ATEEZ?

Jazmine: Yea was watching with my dad...Thanks...

Lisa: CAUSE IT IS SAN FROM ATEEZ. *screaming and punching the air*

Da Kid: Boyfriend or Roommate?

Hailey: noooo y is my husband there with Y/n!!!! San you come home this minute!

Supernatural Fan: Didn't think I'd b seeing a guy's bare ass while enjoying my salad.

Beth: Thank you for the heart attack.

Charlie: I don't think roommates do this kind of thing @ Da Kid.

Angelina: PUT IT ON MEEEEEE!!!SCXSYBXQTIVKSWTCHOUDWWXGHGD

Kimmy: Are u getting dick downed by him every night?

iPad adult: Too much junk in the trunk lol.

“Now that everyone has seen my boyfriend's butt. I'm ending the stream.”

“Does that mean you're going to enjoy your birthday gift now?” San smiles at you.

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satorusugurugurl · 5 months ago

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The Leisure Streamer is a Hottie! (Chapter Four)

Summary: Rumor had it the top donor of the-strongest-streamers chats get to see him naked! Now that you're the top donor, will you get to see the goods, or was it just a rumor? Time will tell.

Pairing: Streamer!Gojo x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 4,169

Warnings: language, suggestiveness, social media drama

A/N: o my gosh! This series has about two parts left! I love it!! Ahdndndndnd!! ! 💚💚💚

Part One Part Two Part Three

The soft bubbling from the fist tanks wakes Gojo up; he stirs, blinking sleep out of his eyes before slowly pushing himself onto his elbow. The bed is still slightly warm with the traces of your body heat. You, however, were nowhere to be found. Sitting up to scratch his head, Gojo looks around the underwater-themed room for you.

You're gone, vanished, nowhere to be seen. Did you seriously walk on him after he asked you out like this was just a meaningless one-night stand? Satoru felt his stomach flip upside down as he reached for his phone, only to find a note.

‘Good morning, Satoru!

I went out to get us some coffee. I’ll be back soon! You should take the bathroom; you thought the bed was the star of the room. You should see the bathroom.

See ya soon!’

The biggest, dopest smile pulled at the corners of Gojo’s mouth, and he flopped back down on the bed, holding the note close to his chest. God, you were getting him coffee. It should’ve been the other way! If you could walk properly after last night, he didn't do a good enough job of making you feel good. Something he planned on correcting the second you got back to the room.

Until then, he had to see this bathroom, and you hadn't been kidding. The bathroom was as tacky as the rest of the room. Satoru barked out a laugh as he took in the bathroom. The floor has been painted to mirror what the water looks like on the seafloor, complete with detailed hand-painted seashells. The sink and toilet were relatively normal. But the star of the bathroom as a whole was the giant sea turtle bathtub. Where she would be is the place you would get in to bathe.

“Oh my god, this is great!” Suguru had to see this! Running back into the room, Satoru snatched his phone up, tapping on the screen to unlock it, only to find hundreds and thousands of notifications on his screen. “Eh?”

Forty missed calls from Nanami, a dozen texts for Suguru, thousands of notifications from Discord, Twitter, and his Twitch account. Oh god, what the hell happened?! Satoru nervously hovered his thumb over Nanami’s name before hitting Suguri’s name instead. The line rang twice before he heard a groggy groan from the other line.

“Hello?”

“Suguru, is everything okay?”

The line is silent, aside from the sound of wrestling sheets. “Satoru—”

“Yeah, it's me.”

“Oh, I know it's you. I was going to tell you I'm going to miss you.”

Too stunned to speak, Satoru nervously laughs instead as he hears a woman laugh in the background of Suguru's line. “As curious as I am as to why I hear your favorite employee in bed with you, what the hell do you mean you're going to miss me?” There’s another giggle and a bed creaks.

“Nanami’s going to kill you~ then bring you back just to kill you again. What do you want me to put out on your altar? Mochi, boba, maybe a cake?”

“The fuck do you mean? Mochi, obviously, you asshole. But why is Nanami going to kill me?”

Sure, Gojo had said some stuff in the past that got him put in the trending section online, like how he was the best streamer. People called him arrogant for that one. He also played a semi-raunchy game online once and almost got canceled for that. But none of those times he had ever seen his phone blow up like this. he could understand if he said something.

“You’re telling me you saw all of those notifications on your phone, and instead of calling, I don’t know your PR manager who handles all this stuff, you decided to call me first?”

“Well, you are my best friend. I figured you wouldn’t bite my head off for whatever I did.”

Satoru can hear Suguru rolling his eyes on the other side of the phone. “You should call Nanami about this. I don’t know the details, but I know a photo was taken.”

Worst case scenario pops into Gojo’s head. Did his WebCam get hacked when he was doing your first meet and greet, which led to a killer masturbation session? Or did some of his photos from high school get leaked? Oh god, the masturbation session would be the worst thing that could happen! His dick would be on the Internet forever! There was no taking that back!

“Oh fuck, what photo? Is it mini Gojo? Please tell me it’s not mini Gojo.”

“First off, gross; secondly, no, your dick is safe this time. Just call your PR manager, please.”

The line disconnects, leaving Gojo staring at his phone on the edge of the sea turtle bathtub. If Surguru was telling him to call Nanami, it was severe.

Before he can muster the strength to call the tall blonde, who would likely wring his neck later, Gojo jumps on his Twitter, discord, and Twitch accounts. On every single one of his social media platforms, he’s greeted with the same picture, which wasn’t his dick. But a photo of you and him checking into the hotel together.

A specific relief comes with the realization that it wasn’t anything controversial but short-lived. Because he knew his fans, particularly his fan girls, and knowing they would not be happy about this, he didn’t care if they were upset about that. They didn’t know the real him, and they continued to thirst after him, but he knew how ruthless they could be in their comments when he was photographed with his friends, who happened to be girls.

They were cold, mean, and cruel.

That was one of the things he hated about his job. Sure, he played leisure games on stream, half-naked, with just his sunglasses on. But that didn’t mean he was something to be objectified. People tend to forget that he was a human, too. He had a life outside of his streaming room. A life that he liked to keep personal. Which was one of the reasons he didn’t attend conventions. He was thankful for his fanbase, and he was so grateful most of them wanted to support him, allowing him to play video games instead of being stuck in a boardroom like his family wanted. But sometimes, his fans were a little too much to handle.

That was why he paid Nanami big bucks. Nanami ensured that all of Gojo’s social media were kept on a tightrope; problematic fans were banned or warned, depending on their behavior and actions. Despite Gojo giving him a hard time (which was all the time), he truly appreciated everything Nanami did for him. He also knew Nanami was going to rip him a new asshole.

Satoru’s thumb hovered over Nanami’s contact information before his phone lit up with Nanami’s name. Either his PR manager was psychic and knew he was about to call, or his best friend had narced on him. There was no avoiding the issue; the faster he got lectured, the quicker this ordeal would be handled.

With a quick slide of his thumb, Gojo answered the phone call, holding his phone next to his ear. “Mornin’ Nanami—”

“Two years.”

Gojo runs his fingers through his bangs, grimacing at the cold tone of Nanami’s voice. “Nana—”

“For two years, I’ve been telling you how important it is that you wear your damn mask out in public! When we’re out and about together, you have no problem keeping it on.”

“Because you scold me otherwise.”

“Shut up.” When Gojo huff’s Nanami lets out an irritated sigh. “So, care to explain how it is after two years of wearing a mask out in public. You suddenly forget the second you run away from me and responsibilities for a day for mochi.”

“It’s Kikufuku—”

“I’m not done!” Yikes, Nanami was pissed. “Regardless of whether it was for an emergency or some rice cake, we had issues to discuss, schedules to maintain, and a worldwide convention to call, and you run off on the first bullet train out of Tokyo for fucking rice cakes.” Gojo swallowed hard, staring at the painted floor, as Nanami took several deep breaths to regulate his blood pressure. “But what’s done is done, and we can't go back in time. What we can do is focus on damage control. You need to come home; both of you need to come home. We have much to discuss, so you two must catch the next train home.”

Gojo rolls his eyes before slamming his hand down on the side of the turtle tub. “Alright, fine.” Nanami, let’s have a sigh of relief from the other line. “Uhm, how are the fans taking the news?” He already knew the answer to his question.

“Like rabid animals. Make sure you both wear masks, sunglasses, and baseball hats, please. The last thing we need is another photo of you, too, leaving the hotel to go viral.”

As he hangs up the phone, the room door opens, and you step inside. You’re wearing his shirt and your pants from the other day. Your mile is warm and welcoming, making his heart swell with happiness. God, he could get used to this. The second your eyes meet him, you're running forward but stop to put down your bag and coffee cups.

“I-I uhm—” you begin with an adorable stutter, “I don’t know whether you’re okay with a hug or maybe a ki—”

Gojo answers your question by grabbing the back of your head and pulling you towards his mouth with a deep, welcoming kiss. It takes your breath away. But you recover just as fast, wrapping your arms around his neck; with a happy moan, he kisses you deeply. Tingles and butterflies swarm in your stomach as he slightly tilts his head to the side, deepening the kiss. You moan as he pushes you back against the wall, the back of his hand protecting you from the rigid wall while his other hand grabs your hip, holding it tightly against your boxer-clad crotch.

Satoru pulls back, panting softly, his cheeks flushed as he presses his forehead against yours. “A kiss would suffice for now.” You giggle breathlessly against his mouth before gently pecking his lips again.

“Noted.” Your arms remain wrapped around him as he pulls you towards the coffee on the table. “I don’t know how you take your coffee, but I brought cream and sugar.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Did you see the bathroom yet? I found it quite shell-shocking!” Gojo sputters, eyebrows, and knitting together at your terrible pun. “Oh, come on! That was a good one!”

You plop down on the mattress, watching as Gojo begins preparing his coffee, which involves ripping six sugar packets open and pouring all of them into his cup. “You’re right; it was a good one.” As he adds the cream, you can’t help but notice some things are wrong. He had a look in his eye that told you something was going on that he wasn’t sure how to talk about.

“Is everything okay?” It better be after the way he just kissed you.

You weren’t sure what this was going to become. You guys had joked that you were boyfriend and girlfriend at the receptionist counter when you first checked into the hotel. And Gojo had asked out on a date for Friday! So that at least meant this wasn't, hopefully, just going to be a one-night stand. But in reality, you were both still strangers. Strangers that had slept together, after just meeting each other. Which was something you never did!

Stranger or not, you could tell something was on his mind.

“Uhm, so about that.” At least he wasn’t trying to hide the fact that something was wrong. “You, uhm, remember how I told you last night that my fans and community were great?”

“Yeah, they don’t seem toxic or anything.”

“Well, you probably haven’t been a fan for as long as I’ve been active. When I first blew up and started getting lots of viewers, Collab requests, and sponsorships, an incident occurred.” you did not like where this was going. “ before I tell you about this, please do not all my fans are—how did you put it—?” He takes a long sip of his coffee. “Toxic?”

The few sips of coffee that you’ve had sour in your stomach. “But some of them are, yeah, I get it. Every fanbase has toxic fans. What are you getting at with this?” Gojo takes another long step of his coffee before scratching at his undercut.

“A photo of us checking in at the reception desk yesterday was taken and leaked online.” The words sound like gibberish to you for a second while your brain processes what he has just said. “And said photo sort of went viral online.”

“Oh—”

“Yeah, so we need to get you a baseball cap and a mask. Because your pretty face is all over the Internet, and if they see us together without a disguise, I know there’s going to be more pictures, and Nanami is already pissed off enough at me right now, so we gotta go.”

“A photo—?”

“Yep!”

“Of us—got leaked?”

From how your skin is slightly pale, a lighter tone than your natural skin, Gojo, no, you’re not taking this very well. He wasn’t sure if you were either going to throw up or pass out, or maybe a lovely combination of both. Being told that you were going viral on the Internet isn’t something many people know how to handle. Especially people that haven’t been used to that sort of lifestyle before. Gojo used to trending or going viral for some of his clips online. Some of those clips became famous TikTok sounds. That was what came with his job, though. He was putting himself out there for millions of people to watch. You were the freelance artist and fan that caught his eye.

So, your reaction was valid. Gojo was sure he had the same reaction when he first went viral online. But that was because he said something funny. This was something he wasn’t even familiar with.

When he noticed how your hands were trembling, he placed his coffee down before he stepped forward gently, grabbing them. They felt cold in his large palms, but he brought them slowly up to his mouth, where he kissed the back of your hands. It was a sweet and gentle gesture meant to provide some reassurance that everything would be okay. An action that did seem to put some of your nerves at ease, at least for the time being. You knew a simple kiss on the back of your hand wouldn’t fix the problem you found yourself in.

“We’ll get through this,” Gojo said softly against your hands as he slowly trailed kisses up your arms before he pressed his lips against yours. “I promise it's going to all work out in the end. Nanami is sure to have a plan for this!”

With a curt nod, a gentle smile united your head in agreement. “Yeah, you're right; everything will be okay.”

Thanks to your baseball hats, masks, and matching sunglasses, nobody seemed to recognize either of you the whole ride home from the pictures or Gojo’s streams. You were able to leave Sendai without any issues and get back to Tokyo safely and in one piece, without rabid ripping you apart.

The moment you stepped into the Rainbow Dragon Café, you and Satoru released heavy sighs of relief as you began taking your disguises off. “Welcome back,” Suguru called out from the counter With an almost condescending smirk. “You look like shit Satoru. Did you not get enough sleep last night?”

“Haha.” Satoru mocks back, tossing his hat and glasses onto the couch in the middle of the café. “Did you even look at yourself this morning bitch? You look like you were in a marathon or two.” Satoru hummed, looking around and tilting his head with a sarcastic hum. “And what do we have here? Your precious ‘Princess’ isn’t here again? Is she sick, or did you break her back last night?”

Suguru just shut his eyes as he smiled gently before turning his head toward the back of the shop. “Nanami, he's back!” fear can be seen in Satoru’s eyes as you both listen to thundering footsteps heading your way. Nanami appeared around the corner, looking just as tired, if not more, than Gojo and Geto combined.

“You traitor.”

“Thank you, Geto; Gojo, let’s go.” Nanami motions for Gojo to move, with half your favorite streamer gently, take your hand and leads you to the door down to the basement. “Hurry up, some of us haven’t slept all night, and I would love to nap sometime today.”

Gojo, what is something you can’t make out under his breath? Even if you could, you’re too stunned to think as he leads you to his apartment. It’s nicely decorated with costly furniture. It didn’t look like some streamer who lived in a basement. No, this was almost a condominium underneath the coffee shop! Just how rich was he?

A huge eighty-five-inch television, huge kitchen, and bookcases lined with movies. There are a few stands with awards he had and some vintage-looking Digimon collectibles. You find yourself wanting to explore the space some more, but Gojo leads you to the couch instead, where the both of you sit down While Nanami slowly sinks into a recliner with a groan.

“I think right now we need to lay low.” Nanami sighed, rubbing at his temples. “We can issue a statement. Maybe ask your fans to respect your personal life and not comment. We could say you were making a video for your YouTube channel about different themed love hotels, or you can tell them that you have a girlfriend, and you both were wished off to Sendai for a weekend getaway.” Gojo frowns, his fingers gently squeezing your hand. He glances towards you as if you had any say in this.”As much as I would like to say that we could ignore this, for now, we can’t. Not with all the conventions you’ve been asked to appear at.”

“I know, I'm just thinking. I hate to lie, so we’ll scratch the YouTube video off the list.” His fingers gently squeezed at your hand a little harder. “What would you be more comfortable with? Tell them not to pry into her business, or would you like me to announce you as my girlfriend officially?”

Both men's eyes settle on you, waiting for you to decide, which seemed a little out of left field, seeing that you weren’t the streamer in question. “Well, I mean, we've just been on a couple of dates so far, so maybe for the time being, it would be best to ask them not to pry into your personal life?” Gojo gives you a gentle smile before turning towards Nanami; as he opens his mouth, you blush, “Just for now—can we touch base on the statement in a couple of weeks?” The gentle smile on Gojo’s face turns wide, revealing the dimple on his cheek.

“I think that sounds like an amazing idea. gives us time to get to know each other better without Internet drama.” Gojo turns back to look at Nanami. “Wouldn't you agree?”

“Yes, I do believe that's a peaceable plan for the time being.” the blonde pulls out his phone, quickly typing away on it. I’ll write up the statement and email it to you. That way, you can copy and paste it onto your social media tonight. In the meantime, I suggest you both tread very carefully. Make sure you’re wearing masks, hats, sunglasses. Avoid crowded places if you can. At least for the next couple of weeks until you can decide what you want to do. Or you can leave it as is. It's up to you in the end.”

“Right, we can do that.”

“Yep!”

Nanami sighed, glancing at you briefly before focusing back on Gojo. “Let’s discuss the way to word it.”

“Right, sweetheart, you can go hang out in my room or the office. This should only take—”

“Several minutes because I want to thoroughly discuss how important it is for you to wear a mask.”

“Ugh, fine.” Gojo tilts his head back against the couch. “Go on, sweetie, bedrooms down the hall and to the right; the office is to the left.”

You thank Nanami for all his help before you go down the hall and take a leave in his office. You were dying to see his setup. Entering the room, the LED lights around the ceiling lit up upon your entrance, glowing a soft blue hue, revealing his desk. His chair was the best on the market, and he had two monitors for every gaming station you could think of—PlayStation, Xbox, Nintendo, and more.

You pulled his desk chair out, sitting in it before focusing on the camera hooking up on his monitor. The cap was on, but you knew what it had captured several nights before. Gojo jerking off with you the same night you supposed Q and A changed your life. You twirled in the chair, looking up at the lights that lined the ceiling as your phone buzzed in your pocket for the tenth time since you got off the train.

But when you notice they were from your account, where you posted all of your pictures, Selfies, and food you ordered at restaurants, you didn’t care what it was about. Your art profile was focused on, so everything else would be on the back burner. You didn’t want to look at your phone because you were in Satoru’s gaming room! One you had only seen on camera before.

You stayed like that, looking at his desk, running your fingers over the different video game cases lining his desk. When the floorboards behind you creaked. You don’t need to look over your shoulder to know who it is. Large hands gently reach around, rubbing at your shoulders, causing you to softly moan out as they kneaded into your muscles, rubbing the tension away. The hands try lower, rubbing your arms before the chair is turned to face him.

Gojo towered over you with a grin. “Hey, sorry to keep you waiting. Nanami just left, so it's just the two of us. He will work on a statement after he takes a nap.” You nod in understanding, pushing yourself off the chair.

“Good, he looked tired.”

“Yeah, he busts his ass all the time; I think I’m gonna tell him to go on vacation after this whole fiasco.”

“That would be a really good idea; this whole thing is just—”

“Crazy?”

“Yeah.” you bite your bottom lip.

Gojo cups your face, sighing softly. “I'm sorry about everything that happened this morning. We were in a rush, and I wanted to spend more time with you.” The thought of lazily lounging in the seashell bed all day sounded like a great time.

“Maybe I would love to return to that hotel and bathe in that bathtub!”

“Oh, I agree; I have to bathe in there at least once. It has been added to the bucket list.” You giggle as he wraps his arms around you. “I know you probably have to go home soon, seeing that you have classes to attend. But I would like to offer a proposition.”

His finger gently hooked under your pants, playing with it teasingly. “Oh, and what might that be?” The warmth of his touch as you shiver as he continues to tug at your pants.

“I may not have a sea turtle bathtub, but I have a nice tub with Jacuzzi streams. Would you like to take a bath with me here? Maybe let me make up for the not-so-great morning that we had.”

“Ooh~ you had me at Jacuzzi stream.”

Without another word, Satoru is pulling your clothes off as you pull his off. Both of you make your way to the bathroom, slamming the door. Your phone starts dinging with notifications from people you didn’t even know. People who have found your social media and your artwork page. More and more notifications popped in as packs of rabid fangirls stalked your account like wolves that circled an injured rabbit waiting for the kill. And you were the rabbit.

Forever Tag List:

@darkstarlight82 @pandoness @nealeart @simp-plague @sugurubabe @chilichopsticks @reap3erslov3

LSIAH Tag List (AGE MUST BE IN BIO):

@witchbybirth @zoeyflower @missmuffinr @kalulakunundrum @matchalatte06 @aussiemeerkat @gojoful @ilovebattison @getoloverr @dottedhalfnotes @sonicsolos @manyno @candy-s72 @smolbeanzzz @ya9amicide @strychnynegirl @jaeminaur

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iliketangerines · 5 months ago

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Can you write a scenario where Smoke and his significant other are on a walk, spending time together but they both get attacked and Smoke does both of his fatality kills on the attackers, leaving the reader terrified because it's the first time they've seen someone get killed and Smoke calmed down, feels guilty and comforts the reader?

a gentle killing

a/n: i've been staying up too late lately...ugaghhg

pairing: tomas vrbada x gn!reader

warnings: mentions of violence and blood

he really shouldn’t be looking for you, shouldn’t be meeting you, shouldn’t even be thinking about you, the sweet baker in the small village near the Shirai Ryu base

but when he had gone down to satisfy and ache of a sweet tooth and try to forget about the stress of leaving the Lin Kuei and starting the Shirai Ryu, he had walked into your bakery that was

and then there you stood behind the counter, happy and warm and so cheerful, the scent of fresh bread and lots of cinnamon wafting inside the cutesy little store

he had taken a seat after ordering and stared out the window, a heavy exhaustion settling into his bones, and then you had brought his food over with a tea he hadn’t ordered

you winked at him and told him it was on the house, he looked troubled and you wouldn’t want to add onto the stress anymore than you had to

that was the first step in falling for him, and then he had actually tasted the small cake he had ordered and by the elder gods, it was perfect and warm and moist in just all the right ways

Tomas startled as you plopped down in front of him, asking how he was doing and you tilt your head at him with a warm smile as you observe his stature

it the beginning of the end with how cheery and open and talkative you were

he started coming every week, buying him, Kuai Liang, and Harumi some pastries, but mostly it was to see and talk to you

and he always made sure to come in on the least busiest of times so that you would have time to talk and chat and flirt as you boxed up his order and handed it over to him

somehow, Tomas always managed to find an excuse to keep talking to you after you had given him his order, but you never waved him off or told him you were busy

sometimes, you would invite him behind the counter as you cleaned everything up, checked on the pastries cooking in the oven, planned out new pastries to bake with Tomas by your side

it was pleasant company, and he found himself falling for you hard, smitten with your every word and your cheerful voice and the soft curves of your body

you were so different from his life back at the Lin Kuei and even the Shirai Ryu, tough jagged, and hard lines that allowed for no mistakes

no matter how often Tomas fumbled over his words or how he stuttered when he talked to you, you didn’t care and always encouraged and waited for him

when you had invited him to the back after hours of the store and taught him how to make cupcakes, it had been a disaster

still, you didn’t laugh at him and said that everyone started somewhere before helping him clean everything up and then close up the shop

he hadn’t even realized it was a date until a week later when he heard you bring it up in front of one of the customers and referred to the activity as one

you shot him a wink and a smirk, and Tomas nearly melted into a puddle right then and there

after that, he came down every weekend to hang around the small bakery, very much abusing his privileges as one of the founders of the Shirai Ryu to come down so often

of course, he still kept up with his trainings and still taught the initiates and still helped Hanzo out with his own movesets

but every other minute of the day, he thought of you, your lips, your eyes, your hands

Tomas finishes walking down the mountains and finds you in your bakery, the lights still on but the shop closed for cleaning

he walks in nonchalantly, and your voice rings out from the back, saying that the shop was closed and to come back in tomorrow

his voice rings out in the empty store, and he can hear you let out a small gasp and then your head pops out from around the corner as you wave at him

you beckon him to the back, and he gladly listens to your orders and sees you hanging up your apron and washing your hands

slinging your bag over your shoulder, you turn off the lights to the kitchen and hook your arm with Tomas’s, saying that the pastries you wanted to give him were at your house

it was a new recipe, and you had to get him and his friend’s opinions

the lock clicks in place, and you pocket the key and complain to Tomas about the long day that you’ve had, that one of the customers in particular had been rowdy

he nods and listens along, staring at you with adoration as he walks you to your place underneath the pale moon

but it’s silent, sure the town was quiet as the moon rose into the sky, but there was almost always a constant murmur in the background from the houses

today, there is no noise, and Tomas forces himself to tear his gaze away from you and survey the surroundings

there’s movement in the corner of his eye, and Tomas hastily lets go of your arm to stop an attacker from stabbing him, their eyes ablaze with fury

they hiss at both you and Tomas, calling out something, and suddenly several more attackers come out wearing Lin Kuei colors

panic sings through Tomas as he pushes you behind his back, and you seem on the verge of tears as you clutch your bag tighter to your chest as you eye the sharp weapons

you’re just a civilian, never supposed to be caught up in this mess, and Tomas had dragged you into it by making you a part of his life

he lets out a breath, putting on the mask of indifference and years of training comfortably settles into his bones as he lunges forward

it’s quick and fast and brutal, blood splattering along the sidewalk and grass, and thunderclouds rumble up ahead as the first few drops of rain drip onto his face

no matter, the pounding water and dark growls of the clouds hide the pained grunts and shouts of the soldiers as Tomas disposes of them quickly

the batter is over faster than he can comprehend, and he heaves in breath, water cooling his body and washing away the blood on the sidewalk to somewhere else

he follows the trail of washed away blood, and you stand there shivering, frozen, terrified of the man before you

Tomas holds his hands up, trying to convey he wasn’t a threat to you, and you don’t move even as he hooks his arms with yours and guides you back to your home

you don’t speak, cry, or scream as Tomas unlocks your front door and guides you inside and finds a towel in your bathroom to hand to you for drying yourself off

he pulls his cellphone from his pocket and calls up Kuai Liang, telling him that he’s been attacked by the Lin Kuei and their bodies needing disposing

when he turns back to you, you’ve wiped the water from your skin and have changed into something drier, but you wrap the towel around you tightly as you stare at him

there’s no noise in the room, just the sound of the murmuring rain outside, until he breaks the silence and says that he apologizes for tonight

you nod and ask who he is, and Tomas grimaces and settles onto your couch, beckoning for you to sit down next to him

you obey slowly, curling up in the furthest corner of the couch away from him, and something pangs in his heart as he slowly starts to explain who he is and why those people were after him

as he finishes explaining, he waits for your answer, waiting for you to reject him and tell him this wouldn’t work out

if that happened, he would have you sign a contract swearing your silence, and he would never see you again like this, so intimate and close

the seconds tick on as you don’t answer, and finally, you stiffly stand up from your spot and walk over to the fridge, pulling out that familiar box of pastries

you tell him what you always do, if something was wrong with the taste, that he tells you, and then you playfully add on to not kill you if he didn’t like something

there’s a weak smile on his lips, and Tomas smiles back at you, setting the box to the side and saying that he swears that he’ll make it up to you

he brings your hand up to his lips and gently kisses the back of your fingers, and your face warms and your eyes dart away as a genuine smile creeps upon your lips

Tomas swears he would make it up to you, protect your village from the Lin Kuei and protect the careful existence you had carved for yourself here

he would protect you

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Words Like Honey 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, power dynamic, age gap, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Lee Bodecker, Ransom Drysdale (Professor AU)

Summary: it's hard making friends at college, but you might just be looking in the wrong places.

Part of the Bad Professors AU

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You reach for the last coconut bar in the basket. As you take it, another hand stops short and you turn to the man you didn’t notice right beside you. You have a bad habit of zoning out in crowded places. Your sister calls it tunnel vision. Often times, you would just sit and stare at family gatherings with all the people and sound.

“Oh, oops, sorry,” you hold out the bar, “did you want this one?”

The man glances at you, a tick in his cheek, “aw, sweetheart, don’t you worry about that. I’m just fine with a brownie.” He reaches to take a brownie from the basket instead, “nice of ya to offer, though.”

“It’s not problem,” you say, “I don’t mind trading.”

“No, no, now what kinda gentleman would take from a pretty gal like yourself? You go on and enjoy that,” he smiles. “Don’t meet many polite ladies ‘round here, now.”

“Oh,” your cheeks heat up, “thank you, sir.”

“And I’m sure you don’t need old men sayin’ so,” he rubs the back of his neck. “I’ll be on my way then.”

You smile as he moves to get around you. The space is tighter than you expect and his belly presses slightly against you as he sidles past. He gives and apologetic nod, “sorry, sweetheart.”

“No worries,” you assure him and slip past, turning to peruse the packets of flavoured hot chocolate by the hot water karafe.

You choose the smores flavour and tear it open. You fix up your cocoa and pop a lid on top. You take your sweets to the cashier and swipe your student card. It isn’t the best use of your meal plan but that sweet tooth kills you.

You have about an hour before your next class. You come out into the cafeteria area and glance around. There’s not much room in the midday rush. The first week is always the busiest.

You could sneak your hot chocolate into the library but you’re not sure it would be any less crowded. You see the same man at a table. He shimmies on his seat as he puts his briefcase next to him. He’s older and judging by his checkered button-up, a professor.

You measure your options. Second year and you still haven’t found any friend. Your grandma says to put yourself out there but Cameron in your baking class said your souffle looked flat and laughed with Dustin and Penny.

All you want is a place to sit.

You approach the man, your stomach fluttering. You really hope you’re not bothering him. You keep your hot chocolate close to your chest.

“Ahem, erm, excuse me, sir,” you say. He looks up as he presses his thumb down to unlock his phone. He lays it on the table and retracts his hand. “Sorry, I don’t mean to be a pest, again, but...” you look around, “do you mind if I steal this seat? I promise I’ll be quiet.”

“Go on,” he gestures to the chair. “I’ll only ask ya one thing.”

“Oh, sure,” you look at him like a frightened fawn.

“Your name? Must be as pretty as you.”

You could melt. The way his accent turns his voice to syrup and his words make it even sweeter. You grin.

“Saffron, sir,” you set down your cup and square. You extend your hand in an overly formal gesture. “And you?”

“You can call me Lee, sweet cake.” He shakes your hand. His grip is firm and tight. He reminds you of your neighbour who used to mow the lawn for your grandma. Always helpful.

“Lee,” you sit and blow over the slot of the lid. “You must teach. Oh, sorry, I said I’d be quiet.”

“Nah, it’s alright,” he waves away your apology. “Is it that obvious then? You count the grays?”

He touches his temples and you giggle nervously. “No, no, I didn’t mean that. I only... well, you could be a student. Gerry in my pastry class, he’s got grandkids.”

“I ain’t got none of those now,” he snorts and points at you tersely.

“I--” You pull back and touch your cheeks, “oh boy, I didn’t mean it like that. I swear.”

He laughs, “I know. I’m yankin’ ya chain. So, I s’pose you’re a student then? Culinary? You mentioned pastries?”

“Oh, yes.” You nod and cross your arms over the table. “I always cooked with my grandma and I figured, if you’re good at something, you should keep doing it.”

“That does sound like a good plan,” he says.

“Mmhmm,” you hum and nod.

Awkwardness sets in and you try to figure out what to do with yourself. You scratch your shoulder then reach for your hot chocolate. You take another drink and set it down. You take the coconut square and put it in your bag.

You take out your laptop, hoping to busy yourself as the tension builds. You should have just gone and sat in the quad. Too late now.

You open up the lid and type in your password. Of course, it needs to update. As you wait for the rolling circle to finish, your vision blurs. All this activity makes you want to disappear.

Your eyes come back into focus as your computer chirps. You blink and notice movement on the other side. You glance at Lee as he pulls his phone close and squints at the screen. There’s something odd about the intensity of his gaze. You swear, he’d just had it right across from you.

Well, you weren’t paying attention. There you go again, blocking out the world. If you stopped that, you might actually make friends! You frown and cup your chin in your hand.

“’samatter?” He asks, once more jarring you from your self-imposed isolation.

You shake your head and sit up, “nothing. Just... thinking.”

“Hm, well whatever ya thinking of, it can’t be so bad. Not enough to make a sweet thing like you so sad,” he says.

“Really, it’s not. You know, college can be stressful,” you force a smile.

“It can be. Piece of advice,” he leans forward, “get out while you can. Don’t stick around like me.”

“Oh, well, thanks,” you reply. “I think I’ll end up in a kitchen somewhere. Hopefully.”

“Kitchen’s a nice place to be,” he winks. “Make all sorts of tasty dishes. Make people happy. Not many people happy about a term paper, ya know?”

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