#feel free to message me again if you want to chat about the show some more at any point! my inbox is always open 🌸

[seaofthesoul]

hi! I have a fun lil anecdote I thought I'd share with you.

So I've been following you since the golden age of skam, but after skam ended I left tumblr and only reactivated recently. Since all the former skam blogs I was following had moved on to different fandoms, my "for you" page was filled with random stuff I'd never even heard of. Most prominently, some weird cdrama called The Untamed, thanks primarily to you.

Now I don't watch TV. I haven't watched a single series since skam ended. I don't have the attention span, and my autistic brain tends to struggle connecting with the characters. And if I was gonna watch TV, I had absolutely no interest in cdramas, and frankly tumblr's point-blank insistence that I look at The Untamed content was getting on my nerves, and I was basically working full time trying to get it out of my recommendations bc I Was Not Interested Goddammit!!

...anyway I'm on episode 17, have legally adopted Wei Wuxian and am planning my wedding with Jiang Yanli. Thank you for your time

Hey Annika,

Thanks so much for your message! ✨

I do remember you from my SKAM days - seems almost like a lifetime ago now haha 😄 Welcome back to tumblr! It must've been pretty strange coming back and finding your dashboard and most blogs you follow to be completely different sdfssds

I'm very pleased every time I'm told I've contributed to someone looking into a piece of media I love, and it was great reading your story 😌 I know exactly what you mean about refusing to give in and watch something everybody seems so intent on promoting haha, but I gotta say I'm glad you decided to give The Untamed a try in the end 😂👀 It's one of those dramas that really suck you in, I'm not surprised you're hooked! Hopefully you'll enjoy the rest of the season just as much 🙏 Good luck with all the emotional damage dfsddfsds

[endereies]

JUST NEED YOU - CS

No Nut November - Day 3

NNN Masterlist...

-➤ After a long day, Chris goes to you for comfort

Being awake late into the night repeatedly created such a messed-up sleep schedule and it was taking its toll. Ever since the triplets made a new schedule to fit around meetings and events, they found themselves filming into the dark hours of the day so that they could publish a higher quality video.

Chris was always energetic, and he portrayed that during every free opportunity. However, today was slightly different. Him and his brothers planned a stream about midday, along with a late filming session. Nothing he couldn’t handle until his team wanted to have a sudden meeting about his upcoming Fresh Love merch drop. It was early in the day compared to what he was used to.

The meeting wasn’t anything special, but it cut into the hours of rest he hoped would get him through the day. He wasn’t even sure of the meeting wasn’t necessary or a topic that couldn’t be discussed over a few strings of emails.

Then the streaming session followed. So many interactive tasks messed with his brain. Reading out the subs, communicating with the chat, following the requests, playing games while having to make the content engaging with commentary, it was becoming too much. Everything started to blur together, and his brothers could see that. They picked up on the subtle changes of their brother and brought the stream to a close.

“You going to be okay for filming dude?” Matt��s voice caught his attention and dragged it away from the day dream he didn’t even know he was having,

“Yeah, yeah. I’m just a little tired but I’m fine. I’ll grab an energy drink or something.” He shrugs, hiding the mental exhaustion on his face behind a meek smile. His brothers chose not to bring it up again and trust Chris with his words.

“Alright then, see you later.” Chris mumbled a goodbye to Nick, leaving the room to grab a drink from their fridge. The crack of the can giving him some hope that he’d feel more awake. But that’s the opposite of what happened.

The triplets had scheduled a car video for this Friday and if Nick wanted to have it edited by then, they had to film tonight. He was sat in the passenger seat, his third drink laying in the centre console. The filming started promising. Even with no topic, they each found small topics of conversation to entertain. He felt the drinks start to wear off and he couldn’t help but feel more agitated. Bantar turned into insults and left his mouth before he could process. Guilt filled his stomach as more words came out, eventually falling to silence.

When the camera finally stopped showing the red light, Chris sunk into his seat. Overstimulation ran through him by now and he hated it. Every cell in his body practically vibrated and he didn’t feel okay.

“Matt?” He offered a sincere tone to his brother, not opening his eyes while he leant back.

Matt glanced over to his body, evidently full of fatigue. “Yeah buddy?”

“Could you drop me at y/n’s house, please.” His brain felt fuzzy, he needed to just take his mind off his life for a moment. With his own home full of cameras, social media plans and reminders of what he had to do next, he needed a secondary. Your place held sanction to everything that made Chris feel calmer, safer. Away from cameras, away from his job and into your arms. When Matt hummed in response the car grew silent once more. Relief flooded him and a gracious smile twitched at his lips.

Neither Nick nor Matt uttered a word about the situation to Chris. They understood. There had been times where both of them had been in the same boat. The weren’t about to ridicule and tease Chris for that. Chris was just staring out the window at this point, falling silent which allowed the aux’s music to be heard. His eyes traced the painted lines on the road awaiting the moment those lines turned into the gravel of your drive way.

Chris knew you were home, he had been on and off messaging all day. Every few hours he’d receive a text from you just asking about his day. It wasn’t uncommon for Chris to seek your attention after a harsh day, today was no different.

He found himself stood in front of your door for mere moments before pushing the door open. His breathes instantly levelled and a feeling of relief filled his body as he took in the familiar surroundings. “Baby?”

“I’m in my room, Chris!” It didn’t take him long before he wondered into your bedroom.

When he pushed the door open, the scent of your vanilla candles breezed past him, the light casting a soft glow against your skin. You were stood by your closet, organising out piles of clothes freshly washed and dried. He couldn’t help but admire the way the flickered candle lights lit up the room. You feel his eyes baring into yours.

“What’s s’matter babe?” You don’t lock eyes with him briefly as you stretch your body to place a t-shirt away. Chris dawdled towards you, a breathy chuckle leaving his mouth.

“Too fucking much, m’exhausted and stressed.” His arms easily wrapped your waist, the feel of your skin making him sigh softly. You felt the pressure of his face, buried into your neck as he breathes in your scent.

“Would you want to lie down for a bit?” A small giggle passes your lips when Chris’s grip on your waist gets tighter. “Thought you’d never ask…”

Reluctantly, he let go of your body only for his hands to find yours, dragging you both towards your bed. Your bodies align so easily so that you were lying on his chest. Peppered kisses trace your features gently. Chris loves these moments more than anything, the times of the day where he could just be him with no camera or responsibility pushed into his face.

You settle your body in his arms, his heartbeat prominent when you placed your head flat on his chest. Chris’s hand finds his way to your scalp, running his fingers back and forth.

“You want to talk about your day?” You whisper softly, tilting your head to meet his gaze once more. Something in the way you look at him makes his body relax further.

He is quick to shake his head, planting a kiss on your lips. “ Jus’ need you…”

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© ENDEREIES 2024

[bunnys-kisses]

the group chat (lando's version)

lando norris

cw: smut/pwp, (consensual) filming, blow jobs, lando's infamous keycard, cum play, facials, cum eating,

bunny says: 🚬🐰

want to find a different driver? check out the list here!

the infamous driver's group chat was talked about in the fandom like it was the holy grail of the behind the scenes of formula one. some thought it was where driver's duked it out over text messages. others thought it was steamy gossip. but in reality it was a typical group chat.

that was until one evening after free practice, when the chat received a new message from lando. a lengthy video file shot in high definition, titled "come_and_get_it.mp4"

the chat was quick to peek at what lando had sent.

the first few seconds was you on your knees naked, looking up at the camera. you blinked a few times before you asked, "why are we doing this?"

"because." lando said, "it's for the boys."

you made a face at the camera and half-heartedly said, "i hope you enjoy this then."

"hey, don't make it seem like you won't have fun!" he said, "i know how much you like giving me head." he reached down and cupped your face as he leaned in to kiss you in front of the camera.

he kept the phone focused on you as he showed you the keycard and you said to him, "seriously. this is stupid." you looked up at him. your eyes gleamed in the soft lighting of the hotel room.

you knew the boys were sadistic little fucks who got off to watching other driver's fuck their partners, but to wear lando's infamous keycard while he fucked your throat was something else.

lando dangled his lanyard in front of the camera and your face. the plastic of the keycard almost hit you in the nose, "i need to find a way to keep it from getting stolen again."

"i think you mean lost." you corrected. you made a face when he put it around your neck. not a single stitch of clothing on you except for the lanyard and keycard.

lando grabbed you by the face and pulled you in fro a hot kiss in front of the group chat, "i know the boys would love to watch me punish the hell out of you, but we don't have much time. gotta get to the track."

"you're giving the boys an early morning wake-up." you said as you reached out for the front of lando's sweatpants. you looked up to him and the camera with a darling smile.

the driver's were surprised that lando managed to pull someone like you. you were just so nice. when it was a home race in silverstone, you happily baked for all of mclaren, from the mechanics through to upper management. you painstakingly made shortbread cookies that you iced to look like the union jack.

now lando had you between his legs with a camera on your face and his other hand grazing your soft lips, "you look so good like this. maybe next time we should live stream it so i can see what the others are truly thinking." he chuckled.

you whined, there was a slight rush to it all. you rubbed your thighs together, the camera got a perfect view of your body and you got lando's cock out of his pants. you leaned in and gave the tip and small kiss which made the driver shudder.

lando remarked, "bet the others are creaming their pants right now." he rested against the bed for a little stability as he got ready for you to go down on him.

you placed your mouth on his cock like you had dozens of times. you braced your hands on his thighs and teased it against your lips. the shudder from lando excited you. you prayed that this didn't get leaked from the group chat.

"that's a good girl." he groaned as he gulped in a heavy breath. one hair was on his phone, filming you, and the other was in your hair as he pulled at it a little, "you're so pretty like this."

you whimpered his name but it was mumbled by his cock in your mouth. you shifted on your knees and looked up at him. the limited light in the hotel room made you feel a little ethereal as you pleasured him orally.

"i love how you feel around me." he said with a laugh, "pretty girl. you always look so nice on the track. but i know what you do after. whole separate wardrobe just for my eyes."

your cheeks felt hot but you couldn't look away from lando's oppressive gaze. his words curled in your gut as you felt his cock nudge against the back of his throat. you let out a whimper from the back of your throat as you tried to get a little further.

your eyes closed as you got into the rhythm. the video showed you in a debouched state, the pretty, almost innocent girl that lando was dating was on her knees sucking his decently sized cock. you clutched onto his thighs for support and kept steady.

"holy shit."

you whimpered and quickened your pace. you could see how hot he was getting. you worked your tongue across the bottom of his cock and lando was moaning.

he was moaning louder than the wet sounds of his cock in your mouth. his hands tightened in your hair as he rocked against your throat. his hissed through his teeth as he felt his pulse quicken.

you looked up at him one more time and felt a flutter in your chest. the expression on his face was a sign you were doing a good job.

"fuck, yeah, baby girl." he groaned as he felt so close to climax. this was going to be a sight for the boys!

he pulled out and jerked his cock a few times before cum spurted out all over your face and hair. you whined as you squeezed your eyes shut to ensure you didn't get it in your eyes.

you were both panting heavily, and lando was about to stop the video when he saw you wipe the cum off your face and eat it.

"holy shit." he said as he got closer to your face, the pearly white of his cum gleamed on your face as you wiped it off, leaving streaks behind that you'd have to properly wash, the camera was in your personal space as he asked, "how was that?"

you slowly opened your eyes at him and said, "best i've ever had." then lando ended the video there to do god knows what to do you (fuck you till you were bouncing on the bed), and sent the video file to the chat while you were riding him.

after he was finished with you, with you now curled up in the soft hotel bed. he snapped a picture of your nude back and one of the key card in the bed beside you, with the caption "won't lose it this time!"

[lunarforager]

Little Ways to Worship

In our current day and age, it can be hard to find time and/or energy to devote to the deities you worship or look upon for guidance. So here are some small ways to worship in your day-to-day that don't take too much effort!

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1.) Carry around crystals, stones, or other objects you think your deity would like --> An example from my pracitce is carrying around rose quartz (a crystal known for its love related properties, such as increasing one's self confidence, attracting love and compassion, and healing relationships) for Aphrodite, a goddess associated with love, both from other people and towards yourself

2.) Incorporate worship into day-to-day activties --> An example from my practice is one again tied to rose quartz and Aphrodite. I love placing rose quartz crystals in my shower while I bathe to infuse the shower and steam with self-love while showing myself care and compassion as I bathe. (NOTE: Be careful with putting crystals or stones into water! Some cannot touch water as they will either dissolve or leech harmful chemicals or elements into the water they touch. Make sure to do your research and make sure your crystals are water safe!)

3.) Research your deities! Read their stories! Research the religions and peoples that originally worshipped them! --> This might be easier for some (for example I read a lot of Greek myths and legends as I'm a classics major and that's like, more than half of my degree) but it can still be as simple as purchasing a book of myths or watching YouTube videos about them! (If you want a good channel for hellenic deities and their myths, check out OverlySarcasticProductions! They do a wonderful job speaking about and animating the stories and both creators are LGBTQ+ and have a very inclusive community!)

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Well, there's my list of simple ways to worship your deities in day-to-day life! I hope something from this post was helpful or interesting and if you want more informaiton, more ideas, or just want to chat, feel free to message me! I always love making new online friends!

Valete, friends! <3

[xhfics]

Honeybee ~ Seungmin (O.de)

Pairing: camboy!Seungmin x subscriber!reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 2.9k

Notes: reader frequently visits a cam porn site and pays for it, mutual masturbation, anonymous sex, voice kink, hand kink, everything is pretty vanilla, seungmin is called 'ode', reader is a bit awkward (mood tbh)

[italic writing is text messages between them]

collab with @joocomics , she's writing a camboy Jooyeon part~ 💜

*new message*

The little ding sound that comes from your laptop startles you, you barely get any private messages on this website. You're pretty much a ‘laying low’ subscriber ever since you joined this platform.

You click on the purple envelope that signals the unread message and let out a soft, surprised gasp.

Ode: Hey Honeybee, I’ve been thinking about sending you a message for a while now!💜 I know you've been a loyal subscriber to my account since day one, and soon it'll be a year since I created this account🎉 I always notice your support and sweet comments, and I wanted to show you my appreciation by asking if you'd be up for a private session some time? Totally free of charge, my treat! 😉 If you'd like to arrange it, let me know which day and time~

You rub your eyes and read the message again, then click on his username and see the purple check mark next to it on his profile. It's really him.

His status is on ‘idle’, so you aren't sure if you want to message him back right away or wait a little. You think back to your shower half an hour ago and how you weren't able to get yourself off after seeing your half-year-long gym crush again today.

Biting your lower lip, and taking a deep breath, you type away at your reply.

Honeybee: Hi! I had to do a double take ngl, I didn't expect you to send me a message👀 It's really nice of you to offer that and I’d actually love to accept it🤭 Your schedule is probably busier than mine, so whenever works for you!

Ode’s status changes to ‘do not disturb’ the moment you send the message, and you see him typing in the private chat.

You lowkey panic, not expecting him to talk to you right at this moment. But you chuckle to yourself when you read his reply. Seems like you're not the only one who’s horny right now.

Ode: glad you're up for it☺️ I would actually be available now… if you're in the mood🫣

You chuckle to yourself at his use of emojis, you didn't expect him to send them. After all, you've only ever heard him talk. But it fits him.

Honeybee: right now sounds good.. I was hoping you'd go online tonight anyway so..🤭

A few seconds later a video call invited pops up on your screen; just his cam would be on, not yours. You click accept and you’re greeted by the image you're very much used to right now.

It shows Ode’s upper body, the webcam image stops right under his chin. You’ve never seen his whole face. None of his subscribers have, to your knowledge.

He’s got his laptop on a lower table, so you see him sitting in his desk chair wearing a casual outfit. Just some dark sweatpants and a white, loose tank top. His room is dimly lit, but the brightness of his screen illuminates his body nicely. He also has a purple neon light on his desk for some extra light if needed.

He always shows one side of his body more than the other, it's probably a personal preference.

You can't help but be mesmerized by him; the gym crush nearly forgotten by the sight that's in front of you.

“You were hoping I’d be online tonight?” Ode says with a small chuckle. “Did you really need me that badly?”

He gives you a small wave then rests his chin on his hand, making sure his face is still out of frame. You notice the dainty bracelets around his wrist, his long fingers are barely touching his face.

You feel slightly awkward that you're the only one talking to him right now, but you know he's seen and read way worse things.

Honeybee: Actually yeah. You're my favorite way to get off😌

He sinks down his head slightly, so you can see him smiling as he reads your message. His mouth is so pretty, it's a shame you barely ever get to see it when he streams.

He sits back a bit and stretches his arms behind him. “Hm, that's cute. It's nice to read that. I have to be honest, your comments are usually the ones I look forward to the most.”

You scoff to yourself, he’s probably just saying that to make you feel good. But you happily take the win.

Honeybee: that's smooth, you know how to make a girl happy😉

“I can do a lot more than just make you happy.” He replies quickly. He grabs a bottle of water that's beside his computer and takes a sip.

You feel embarrassed that you get turned on by the sight of his hand grabbing the bottle, and his adam's apple moving as he swallows the water.

Honeybee: you're barely doing anything and I’m already melting 😮‍💨 sorry, I don’t really know how to do this sexy talk stuff 😓

He closes the water bottle and keeps it in his hands as he looks at your message. “Honey~” he almost sings your nickname. “I’ve got you.”

“Tell me who or what got you so worked up that you decided to log on.” He then says with a soft but low voice. He sounds less performative than he does in his streams. He sounds different, but definitely not in a bad way.

Subconsciously he’s playing with the cap of his bottle, and you can't stop looking at his hands. You desperately wish you could hold them, that you could have his fingers where you need him the most.

His hands remind you of the way your gym crush holds his weights. You shift your legs, getting more comfortable in bed as you're getting needier.

Your gaze goes from his hands to the microphone icon in your chat. Should you…? You’ve never done this before on this website. And you actually don't even know if he’d accept it.

Honeybee: do you want me to write it, or do you want me to actually say it?

You watch him put away his water bottle and he’s fidgeting with one of the rings on his fingers. He doesn't say anything.

Oh no. You said something you shouldn't have.

“Are you sure you want to do that?” He then asks, his voice has a hint of concern in it. “You know you don't have to.”

How can he be so caring? Any other cam guy would have already asked you to show your tits to him the minute you accepted the private chat.

Honeybee: I don't mind it, it’ll be more fun when we both talk. Don't you think?☺️

Ode leans back again, one hand behind his head and the other resting on his stomach. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn't curious what you sound like.”

You feel your cheeks warm up a little and you shake off your nerves before clicking on the microphone icon. “A stranger at my gym made me feel this way. I took a shower just now in the hope it would help.”

Ode sits up in his chair as he hears your voice, then lets out an amused chuckle at what you said. “Tell me about the stranger, what about them makes you feel so needy?”

You feel yourself blushing a little, it feels embarrassing. But he doesn’t know the guy anyway. “Well, he’s really handsome. I might have a little crush on him. He’s got a good body, I’m pretty sure he’s a regular at Pluto Fitness. He has a cool tattoo that sometimes shows when he’s wearing specific shirts. I really like the way his muscles look when he works out. Not to sound like a weirdo, but he has sexy hands and arms, kinda like yours.”

Ode is silent for a few seconds and then lets out another soft chuckle, which sounds slightly different than usual. Somewhat surprised maybe?

He then shifts in his desk chair. He gets up and swiftly takes off his top. You let out a soft ‘oh god’ which you entirely forget he can hear.

He sits back in his desk chair again and you feel your heartbeat in your throat when you look at his toned upper body. Bare and in front of you.

“I know how to get you satisfied.” he speaks, making sure the webcam is showing his body nicely. The soft purple glow of his neon light by his desk illuminates his body perfectly. “Pretend I’m him. Tell me what you think about when you see him, when you think of him.”

Your breathing gets slightly heavier and you feel yourself getting more and more aroused by the sight of him. His idea might just work well for you. You set your laptop in front of you, then quickly take off your pajama shorts.

“I… really want to feel your hands on my body.” you say softly. The visual of Ode’s toned body perfectly fits the image of the gym crush you have in your mind. “I want you to make me feel good.”

Ode moans softly, his toned stomach tightens up with every little sound. You notice his hand slowly rub over his sweatpants. “I’ll make you feel good, touch you exactly the way you want me to.”

You're fixated on his hand, the veins are prominent as he pushes down his sweats and touches himself over his boxers. His bracelets make a soft dangling noise as he rubs himself slowly.

Your own hand is following his movements as you give yourself some much needed friction over your panties. “I really need that, I need your fingers in me. Want you to fill me up.”

You pant softly, eyes glued to the screen and looking at his movements so you can match them as best as you can with your own hand.

“I can imagine your pussy feeling so wet for me, so good.” He replies, his voice dropping lower. His other hand is slightly gripping onto his chair, his chest is moving up and down with his breathing and panting.

God he looks fucking gorgeous like this. You're infatuated by him. You have been for a while now. Ever since the day you subscribed to him.

“Ode, I need you so badly.” You speak out your wish to him, breaking your little roleplay.

Gym crush who? He’s in the far, far back of your mind. You desperately need some sweet release. And you want it from one person only.

“It sounds so fucking hot when you say my name.” Ode’s voice gets even deeper than ever. “I never thought I’d ever hear your voice. It's better than I imagined.”

“You’ve imagined what I would sound like?” You ask curiously.

“I have.” His cute and slightly shy laughter sounds like music to your ears. And the sight of him trying to give himself some friction while talking about wanting to hear your voice, makes you so horny. “You're my favorite.”

“I’ve imagined the way you sound like, what you might look like.” He continues, slipping his hand into his boxers, and you see his large hand palm himself. “I’m fairly sure you're as pretty as you sound.”

You follow his move and start to slip your fingers in your panties and through your folds. A soft moan slips out of your mouth. “Ode.. you make me shy when you say that.”

“Fuck, that's cute.” He chuckles softly, followed by a slightly louder groan. “I wish I could see you.”

You watch his hand rubbing his bare hard on and the veins, of both his hand and his dick, are prominent and beautiful. You bite your lower lip trying to suppress another moan.

“Maybe next time.” You sigh, slipping your fingers into yourself. The sight of Ode gulping when you say that, makes you feel good about yourself. You hope he takes the offer.

He speeds up when he hears you whining as you finger yourself and he pants rhythmically along with you while you breathe heavily along with him.

The both of you are exposed, but you're the only one who’s actually seeing something of the other.

“Fuck.” you whimper, slipping two fingers in and out of your wet hole, as your other hand slides under your pajama shirt to play with your nipples. “I wish you were here to take care of me.. I know I never say it when you stream, but you really do turn me on so much.”

You’ve not thought about anyone else but Ode for a few minutes now, it almost feels like you’re not being fair to the gym crush.

“Honey…” he sighs, his grip firmer and his voice is slightly shaky. “I know I don’t know you, but I want you so bad. I want to touch you, fuck you, just the way you like it.”

The second he says he wants to fuck you, you make yourself cum. You try to pretend that you didn’t, but your whimpers and moans are too strong to be kept to yourself.

You look at your laptop screen, your fingers still in you, and you see Ode’s cock covered in precum. He’s rubbing his thumb over his tip, his fingers and rings covered in his juices now. He’s messier than he is on streams, but it's so much better.

You slightly see his jawline and lips; they’re parted and he makes the most beautiful and needy noises.

“Can you do one more for me, honey?” he asks. You know he’s close, and you desperately want to cum with him.

“Yeah.” you breathe heavily, sliding your fingers in and out your sensitive hole again slowly. “I can’t stop thinking that it’s you doing this to me.”

“Good, that’s good.” Ode replies with a soft smirk. “Gonna pretend you’re here with me.”

You’re squirming on your bed, chasing your second high as your room gets filled with the heated noises coming from your laptop.

“I wanna be there.” you confess with a sigh, biting your lower lip as you rub your clit with your fingers and overstimulate yourself. Your bed sheets are soaked underneath you. “Wanna have my hands and mouth all over you, make you feel so good.”

It seems that’s what he wanted to hear, as it only takes a split second before he cums. Ode releases himself half in his hand, half on his stomach, with the most erotic moan you've ever heard him let out.

The two of you catch your breath for a few seconds. Although it wasn't any actual, physical sex with him, it sure felt like it.

You awkwardly wipe your hand on your bed sheets and fix your underwear and pajama pants, when you're startled by a ringtone coming from your laptop.

Ode has barely cleaned himself up, but he quickly moves over to the other side of his desk to grab his phone, flashing the side of his body he never shows on stream. And it suddenly makes a lot of sense to you why he never does; he has a tattoo on his ribs. A tattoo that you know all too well, even when the room he’s in is dimly lit.

“Sorry, that was my friend Jay.” Ode apologizes as he gets back in frame again. He snickers as he wipes off his stomach and pulls up his sweatpants. “I thought I had turned off my phone.”

“It’s okay, that’s life.” you say with a slight chuckle. “So.. you have a tattoo?”

Even though Ode’s face isn’t visible, you know he just realized what happened when he moved to grab his phone. You see that he’s scratching the back of his head, and he’s probably coming up with something to make sure you keep your mouth shut to anyone else.

“Ah, you saw that?” he states, gauging your reaction.

You nod, even though he can’t see you. It all happened so fast, and you’re trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together. The fact that your gym crush is also your favorite cam guy. “Mhm, it’s cool. I like it.”

“Thank you.” Ode replies happily, and you know he’s smiling. “Let’s keep that between us. I trust you.”

He doesn’t know that you now, somewhat, know who he is. But you decide to keep it that way. You still can’t wrap your head around what just happened though.

“My lips are sealed.” you reply with an amused voice. “Thanks for tonight, it was fun!”

“Thank you as well.” You hear a slightly nervous chuckle under Ode’s breath, but he acts a little cooler than his voice seems to be. “Did you mean it when you said you wanted to cam face to face?”

“I did.” you answer way too quickly. Your answer ignites a slight panic inside you and you frantically try to find a reason to change the topic. “But it’s up to you. I have to go. Thank you again, and happy account anniversary.

“Thank you, Honey. And I’ll let you know.” Ode replies casually, he seems to have noticed your slight shift in your mood. “Also, I think you should talk to your gym crush some time. You seem to really like him! See you around!”

“I might.” you say, not wanting to end the conversation with him. Your mouse hovers over the ‘end session’ button and just before you click it, you say a quick “will definitely see you around.”

[spitdrunken]

i am absolutely insane about your headcanons with the vee's, my mind is so full now... this is exactly what i was hoping to find when searching through the hazbin x reader tag after watching the episodes 👁️🙏🏻 please i'm so!! the being a writer for the vee's imagine is such a good idea, val and his.. comment especially got to me..

also, for your consideration:

Val — or all of the Vee's, really —, but, in the beginning, he's really not convinced about the quality of your dialogues, despite all the lines he's read (or, well, has had Vox read to him), so naturally you have to read your previous stories out loud to him, cheeks flushing and squirming when it gets to particularly graphic scenes and his gaze on you is so very heavy, smoke caressing your jaw while you stumble over your words.. It's worse if you've written about them and a character who resembles you, and Val's smile widens when you skip from story to story, mentioning the character — definitely not you — sucking Vox off, bending over willingly for Val and begging for Velvette to touch her, or even take all three of them at once, greedy...

Also the. love potions Velvette makes have me feeling things.. Her or Vox but they might end up putting a drop or four into your glass — purely accidentally, of course! —, and...

this is terrible.. my mind is too full now... i might have to post writing for hazbin now and it is your fault alone.. (affectionate; truly, I've enjoyed your thoughts so very much!! thank you for sharing!)

I'm glad you enjoyed it so much :D!! I had an absolute blast writing it myself, and I've been thinking about it lots!! Your ask made it even Worse (/pos) and I simply had to write more!! Please please please let me know if you write something for Hazbin, I can tell from your ask already that it'll be wonderful! And if you ever wanna chat about these guys, feel free to message me again, haha.

Notes: power imbalance, sexual harassment, heavily dubious/noncon due to love potion usage.

The fact Vox even bothers at all to take the time to sit Valentino down and read to him is already a show of your quality— He really wouldn’t go through wrangling him like that for just anyone, especially not with Val getting a bit pissy when being reminded your works were being compared to his. He needs to be told that, obviously, Val, some mere written words are never going to compare, especially not in earnings, to his creations. This placates Valentino. But all Vox gets for his efforts are a lazy flick of one of Valentino’s four wrists, his eyes not even looking at him. “Look, I still think it fucking sucks. But if you wanna hire them so badly, whatever. I’ve got better shit to do than listen to daddy’s horny story-time.” Suffice it to say, he becomes a lot more… Amiable (poor you) once you’re actually working there, and he has a face to attach to the stories. He can tell upon first glance that you’re one of those pathetic little hermits, too scared to leave your own shitty apartment, barely scraping by— He’s recruited plenty of those types as whores, after all. So easily pushed around that it shouldn’t give him nearly as much satisfaction as it does.

When Valentino practically demands you join him in his room and read your previous work to him, you sputter out protests, heart skipping a beat. Every employee in the company has something bad to say about this man, and so he’s about the last person you want to be caught alone in a room with. Especially not his bedroom.

“Ah, sir, I’m not really sure—“ But he’s already wrapping one of his arms around your shoulders, pulling you flush against his side as he drags you through the halls. The first thing that strikes you is how different the texture of coat is than you were expecting. It doesn’t even feel like anything at all. “Oh, sweetheart, call me Valentino. No need to be so unfamiliar with each other.” He practically purrs, a single finger tracing up the contours of your chest. “I feel like we’re going to get quite familiar.” If all the alarms weren’t ringing in your head before, they most definitely are now. But there’s nothing you can do. His grip on you is tight and, underneath his red coat, you can feel the hard metal of a pistol pressing against you.

He takes you to his room, walls covered with posters featuring himself, and you hardly have the time to look around before he sits you down on one of his red couches, still caught underneath one of his arms. It’s hard to think, much less speak, as Valentino starts to prod you to pull out your phone and start reading. “No need to be shy. You’re such an artista, aren’t you? Don’t keep me waiting.” It’s easy, at first. When the scene hasn’t grown explicit yet, and you can pretend you’re only reading the text out loud to yourself like you always do, making sure the sentences sound right. But Valentino makes it hard for you to distract yourself entirely. He rubs circles on the skin of your thigh, and the smoke from his pipe has long since been the only thing you can smell. The red smoke makes your head a little hazier, tongue a little looser— Though that all just might be because you’re not getting enough oxygen. Your every muscle is tense and, you think, this is what being a prey animal must feel like. The first time you stutter out the word ‘cock’, Valentino barks out a laugh, loud and sudden, entirely contrasting with the sultry demeanour he’s been putting on the whole time. You jump, gaze flickering from the screen to his face, before continuing. It gets worse when you realise exactly what story you’re reading out loud to him, one of the ones you’d never even posted anywhere, so utterly self-indulgent and poorly thought out that you regret it with every ounce of your being. (Unbeknownst to you, Vox has already read every draft you’ve ever typed up, but that’s neither here nor there.)

“Sorry, can I maybe, um, read a different one?” You practically squeak out. “I realised I have some better drafts, and…” “No,” Valentino shuts you down, tone temporarily harsh. “Don’t get too fucking cocky now, you’re already taking up enough time as it is. Shit’s about to get interesting, finally.” He’s saying all of this as if he wasn’t the one to drag you there in the first place.

So you trudge onward, reading as fast as you possible can, just trying to tough it out. As you read about a scared, unaccomplished demonic main character catching the eye of a trio of some of the most famous demons in town—through entirely unrealistic circumstances—you can see his grin grow wider from the corner of your eye. His nails dig into the flesh of your thigh, the smoke surrounding your face turning to caress your cheeks.

“So, let me gets this straight… You wrote about a trio of powerful demons with matching names, taking turns fucking an absolute nobody silly. One of them’s a pimp, the other a fashion designer, and the other a business man.” Valentino doesn’t give you the chance to respond. “Greedy little slut. You even chose this one specifically to read out to me, huh? Seems I got you all wrong,” he hisses out. “This must be a dream come true for you, isn’t it?”

Let’s just say that you got enough ‘material’ to write another four or so stories, just from that line alone.

----- A drop of love potion, and models always behave the absolute best, or so Velvette thinks! (As long as you don’t put in too much. It’s very hard to take good pictures when the girls keep trying to kiss you.) No bitching, no whining, only an easy to pose, cute demon to work with. And if she dresses you up in clothes that reveal more than they obscure, purely for her own enjoyment and usage, who’s going to blame her?

Certainly not you. You won’t remember a single damn thing. Not even the parts where you babble on about how pretty and gorgeous and cool she is, and how you’ve admired her for so long— All things she’s heard a million times before. Normally, she wouldn’t care less about it, but such words coming from someone with only a drop of her potion in her system means they’re all the absolute truth. She thinks it’s almost cute when it’s coming from you, really. ------------ Vox, on the other hand, would be more likely to use his hypnosis on you than a love potion. Just to have a few minutes in the middle of a meeting where you’re practically putty in his hands, all of your usual anxiety and shame having slid right off of your shoulders. He doesn’t feel any guilt about it whatsoever. Having read all of your works, he finds it safe to say that this is the exact kind of scenario you would enjoy…

And even if you didn’t, he still would. He gets a bit of a thrill out of the loopy, relaxed smile on your face as you nuzzles your cheeks against his arm, professing all of the thoughts you had about him before working at VoxTech, and the ones you still have today. It’s during one of these exact moments, that he’d likely find out that Valentino had fucked you already, something he hadn’t found necessary to mention. They’ll have a bit of a discussion about that later!

[tinydefector]

Hello Tiny, I heard about the question board and I’m not sure if my question disappeared. If this is not the case, feel free to ignore this message.

I noticed there aren't many stories about Blurr or, more specifically, about Blurr and humans. I was wondering if you'd be interested in writing a story with him. I think he’d be the type who loves compliments, and although he doesn’t show it on the outside, he’s really interested in humans.

HE IS SEXY💖😭💖

Strange meetings

Blurr x human reader

Word count:1.5k

Warnings: none

Ahhhh sorry this took so long, mind you still trying to figure out hoe I like to write blurr but couldn't pass on the Swerve fanboy moment.

I hope you enjoy it Woose and I'll do some more reading on him and hopefully get some comics on him so I can write him better in the future.

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Blurr's optics are focused on the strange little organic stands off to the side of the bar. Humans... they were fascinating things, he didn't often get to see or interact with them and the fact that there was one on this ship was rather surprising. 

They are rather caught up talking to the bot that is bartending, a smile across their lips as they chat away eagerly with the minibot. The bartender has his face rested in his servo as he eagerly replies. 

Blurr glances over at the human with a flicker of curiosity in his optic, Humans were such a rarity on Cybertron - he had never had the chance to interact with them directly, he wasn't expecting to see them on the Lost Light. 

Swerve follows Blurr's gaze, grinning as he leans back down to his friend, in the midst of regaling the human with yet another wild tale from his "pre war" days when he caught Blurr's gaze drifting over from across the bar. The speedster's optics were fixed squarely on the human sitting with Swerve, his expression unreadable.

The minibots visor brightened with a smile. "Oooh, primus he's here, his optics are on you," he said before shoving his servo into his mouth to stop the sound the excited squeal he nearly let out, giving the human a nudge. Once he had calm down enough he speaks again.

 "You know Blurr is a very big celebrity on Cybertron." He leaned in closer, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial murmur. Swerve glanced back over at Blurr. "Maybe I should introduce you two? I'm sure he'd love to chat." He hums. 

It makes them chuckle softly. "A fan huh?" They tease Swerve.  Swerve let out a nervous laugh, his field practically vibrating. "A fan? Oh, you have no idea!" He leaned in even closer, his voice dropping.

"Blurr's actually been a hero of mine for centuries. I used to follow his races back in the day, you know. Went to all his matches, collected his autographs, the whole nine yards." He glanced back over at Blurr, who was still watching them intently from across the bar. 

"In fact, I even tried to get him to go into the bar business with me once, before the war. Figured we'd make an unstoppable team, me with my metallurgy skills, and him with his... well, everything." He chuckled and shook his head.

 "Of course, that never ended up happening. But let me tell you, the day he first spoke to me I swear, I thought my spark was gonna short out from excitement!"

Swerve turned back to the human, his field pulsing with excitement. "So yeah, you could definitely say I'm a bit of a fanbot when it comes to Blurr. Probably always will be, if I'm being honest." He shot another sly glance in the racer's direction. "Although, who knows - maybe I can finally get that bar partnership off the ground, hmm?”

They take notice of Blurr making his way over. "Hmm, he's pretty. Drinks says I can get more than an autograph. " they wager teasingly. Swerve's visor brightened comically as he watched Blurr start making his way over to their corner of the bar. "Wait, you mean to tell me you think you can - " he cut himself off, shaking his head rapidly.

 "No no no, you definitely don't want to go down that road, my friend. Blurr? He's, uh... he's kind of a big shot, you know?" 

Swerve leaned in closer. "I mean, sure, he's plenty good-looking. But trust me, you do not want to try and get that kind of attention from him." He gave the human a significant look. "Blurr's way out of our league, if you catch my drift."

As the racer drew nearer, Swerve's field flared with barely contained fanboy fervour. "Oh Primus, here he comes!" he hissed under his breath. "Just, just let me do the talking, okay?"

Straightening up, Swerve plastered on his most winning smile as Blurr approached their table. "Blurr! Fancy seeing you here in my humble establishment." He gestured grandly to the human beside him. "I, uh, I don't think you two have met. This is my friend  " he paused, shooting the human a mildly panicked look, not really knowing how to continue.

"Hello? Blurr right? It's nice to meet you " They call out with a smile towards the Blue speedster before turning their attention back to watching Swerve. 

Blurr nods, his optics briefly sweeping over the human's form. "Yes, my designation is Blurr.” it takes the mech a few moments of just looking them over in curiosity before he speaks again. 

 I haven't encountered one of your kind before. What is your designation? And how did you end up here, on the Lost Light?" He asked, sounding rather shy with his inquiry. 

Swerve chuckles. "Ah, the human doesn't have a Cybertronian Designation - they go by [ Name]. As for how they got here... well, that's a bit of a long story. Let's just say they've become quite the fixture around here."

It earns an eye roll from them towards Swerve, a small smile on their lips as they watch him try desperately to make small talk. 

Blurr hums thoughtfully, his processor rapidly cataloguing the new information. "Interesting. I'll have to make sure to remember that."

"Swerve your getting side tracked again" they laugh as they watch the smaller mech, still waiting for their next drink.

Blurr glances briefly at Swerve, who's already returned to mixing the human's drink, then redirects his attention back to them. "I must admit, I don't often have the opportunity to interact with your people."

Blurr tilts his head slightly, his optics studying the human with unabashed curiosity. They are very different from what he had expected when he had been told about humans. They are dressed in what looks like a uniform, it fits to their frame, they look much softer than he expected as well. 

" How did you come to be here? I thought humans only stayed on earth." He leans in just a bit, his field thrumming with a blend of fascination and cautious friendliness. This human was an unexpected discovery, and Blurr was eager to learn all he could about them.

"I'm a member of the Galactica union, there's a few of us humans around the ship. We work alongside the Lost Light helping set up communication points and shipping docks, the Ambassador is our lead officer" They explain but settle in.

 "Thanks Swervy" they hum happily before enjoying a sip of their drink. “Beautiful as always, going to put David out of his job” they tease which makes the minibot fluster as his engine chokes. 

Blurr's optics widen slightly at the human's explanation, his processor whirring as he processes the new information. "The Galactica union? Fascinating. And you work in tandem with the crew of the Lost Light?"

He's thoroughly intrigued by this human's presence, eager to glean as much insight as possible about their kind and their role on the Lost Light. Interacting with non-Cybertronians was a rare occurrence for Blurr, and he was determined to make the most of this opportunity.

They hum again for a moment before turning their full attention to Blurr.  "We are mainly here to keep things peaceful, kinda a peace keeper sort of ordeal. But also to be Able to find new resources for earth and forge new alliances" they explain. "What about you, your not one of the Lost lights locals I haven't seen you around before" they hum, deciding to play dumb with the knowledge Swerve had told them about the blue speedster. 

He leans in a bit closer. " I'm not a regular crew member of the Lost Light. I'm actually visiting when I heard the ship had returned and was hoping to catch Hotrod. He's a friend" 

“Oh well I don't know if you will catch him, he's been quite busy recently” they explain only for Swerve to speak up. “Don't you mean he's chasing after the Ambassador like a turbo fox in heat, like half the ship” he teases. 

It earns a shocked look from the blue mech, his intake hangs open. It earns a laugh from both Swerve and the human. “opsie, right new to the whole ordeal, half the ship seems rather invested in umm interspecies relations” they explain to him. 

Blurr offers the human a faint, but still shocked smile. "I.. I wasn't expecting that, your presence here has piqued my interest but not that way. I'd be most intrigued to learn more about your kind and your involvement with our affairs. Perhaps we could exchange information - I have much to share about Cybertron and the wider landscape and culture." He begins his speech beginning to sound much quicker and almosted ‘blurred’ together. 

He pauses, canting his head slightly. "That is, if you're willing to indulge my curiosity. I imagine the life of a Galactica representative must be quite eventful." 

"I'd be more than willing to if you can keep up with my questions" they tease, a small glint in their eyes. Blurr's field flares with amusement at the human's teasing challenge. "Keeping up, you say?" he replies, a playful lilt to his voice. "I'll have you know my processors are more than equipped to handle even the most rapid-fire inquiries."

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I had some thoughts…(spoilers for 2.3 update)

The Charmony Festival comes to a close, and the craziness of Penacony has begun to calm down. You watch as Aventurine interacts with Boothill via video call as you stand a few feet away from him. Clockie Studios Theme Park is relatively abandoned as most guests are in the central part of Golden Hour for the festival. The two of you needed somewhere private for him to interact without the potential of being overheard. After all, he did cause a big rift in the screen at the park and tried to get himself killed in a very flashy and public way.

You hear him chuckle as the broadcast ends. His boots click on the ground near you, alerting you of his closeness. He wraps a confident arm around your shoulder, briefly getting distracted by his phone buzzing. His eyebrows furrow as the messages flood in from a group chat. “Hmmm,” he ponders aloud. Aventurine’s touch isn’t romantic by any means, something you’ve come adjusted to since you realized your harbored feelings. His poker face and heartbeat give nothing away and you fear you may never know his true feelings. Of course the two of you have bonded over the course of his career and this trip, but he is still too much of a mystery to you.

You sigh deeply before indulging him. “Are you gonna tell me why your phone is blowing up?” You feel him chuckle next to you as he shows you the thread. Something about a bomb or multiple bombs on the Feldspar? His tone suggests there’s something eating at him but it’ll be pulling teeth for you to get the answer.

“Something about a bomb and Miss Sparkle. Although she is a Masked Fool, she’s been somewhat helpful in this trip I must admit.” You roll your eyes and remove his arm from your body. You miss the way he pouts slightly as he tries to catch up to you. The rift zig zags with specks of red and black flying all around. An uncomfortable feeling settles in your stomach as you crane your neck upwards. Your hands hold your arms and squeeze tightly. This man, your higher up, the one who holds your heart, tried getting himself killed in a dream all for the IPC’s gain. Was life not sacred? He was willing to do the unthinkable, and sure he lived, but he was willing to potentially die and that just-

“Something on your mind?” His purple and blue eyes travel to where your eyes are looking and he sighs. He can tell you’ve got some bad thoughts in mind and wants to calm whatever thoughts you have. Hi huffs and rests his elbow on your shoulder. “You shouldn’t concern yourself too much with the past. I’m here now aren’t I?”

You merely shake your head and try to escape his lingering touch. Your eyes gaze to the ground before shutting them lightly. “Look, I get that I hid some of my intentions with this mission. And maybe,” he extends, “I shouldn’t have flirted too much with the trailblazer to get what I want but everything worked how I wanted.” He tries again to touch you but you shrug him off.

You sigh and stop in your place. “It’s not that, although the flirting…w-whatever.” Your hand finds purchase on the back of your neck as you finally turn to him. “Why do you gamble your life away like that?”

Aventurine’s smile softens, finally happy that you’re facing him again. “I guess I’m just lucky. You know that. I’ve never lost.” He steps toward you and tries to hold your free hand. “You know that better than anyone,” he whispers.

“And that’s exactly why I care so much! Someone needs to care about your life even if you don’t! What about,” you heave as your voice gets louder. “What about the people that care about you, Aventurine? The ones that don’t want you to bet your life? The ones that want you to live!”

Aventurine is taken aback at your emotional display. He knows he can’t hide too much of himself from you. He lets his eyebrows furrow slightly with the frown settling on his face. The last time someone scolded him about this was his sister and then she…

You continue in your tirade. “I know you didn’t tell me because you didn’t want me to worry. But I also know how incredibly lucky you are! But, aeons Kakavasha, why do you let everyone use you to the point where you’re going to die?”

Kakavasha.

His real name slipped so effortlessly from your lips. And never had he heard the name sound so beautiful and cared for ever in his life. The fear and anxiety in your gaze starts to pierce the layers of his facade. The Sigonian stays silent as he lets your emotions take over.

“You’re, you’re way too important to me and others a-and you gamble your life away like it’s nothing! I know you’re blessed but…” you begin to pace back and forth in front of him, frustration eminent from the tension in your muscles. “You’ve made it out of insane predicaments but damn it!” Tears that had been held back finally release and it’s like a damn has finally burst.

Kakavasha gently steps toward you to cup your face. You don’t resist his touch as you lean into his embrace, shoulders shaking from your crying. He pulls you into his chest for a tight hug, breathing calmly to help bring your elevated heart rate down. Resting his chin on the top of your head, he softly confesses, “it’s been a while since someone other than family has taken a true interest in me. I’m not used to someone genuinely caring for me. And not trying to exploit or use me for something.” He shakes his head with a gasp from feeling your arms around his body.

He sighs again. “You just want me…for me. And that scares me.” His voice lowers to barely a whisper from his admittance. His shoulders relax and you can feel him melt into the hug. “I forget I don’t have to keep being Aventurine around you. Thank you.”

At that moment, fireworks erupts in the sky illuminating it in a myriad of colors. Your face is awestruck as the gorgeous colors dance across the sky. Kakavasha chuckles as he realized what Sparkle had actually done. He lifts his chin off of you, takes his pointer finger and thumb to lift your chin. Soft lips kiss yours as the fireworks display continues on. You kiss him back reverently, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him closer. A deep and warm feeling settled in his heart as it dawns on him what is happening.

He loves you, another human being. Someone who saw him for him; all of him. Sure he couldn’t be at the negotiations with Old Oti, but somehow he thinks this is where he was supposed to be.

[clarisse0o]

Camp Wiegman-Part 74

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternative Universe: Military School

Words: 5K

Masterlist

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Friday, March 25th; 9:15 a.m. - Camp Wiegman

I arrive in the common room where a large number of students have gathered. The head teachers and some instructors, including Lucy, have been called to a big meeting. The students are saying it’s about yesterday’s scandal, as several of them, myself included, suffered from indigestion. I’ll ask Lucy if that’s true. They were smart about it; they scheduled it for 9 a.m. to make sure we couldn’t leave before noon. So, we have an hour of free time. I spot Alexia sitting on the couch, chatting with a guy I don’t know. I’m glad she’s here too. We didn’t know which class would be freed due to the meeting. I walk over to them with my friends. I wanted to use this break to catch up on the form we had to fill out for the trip. The others assured me I didn’t miss much. They were bored to death, especially Leah, who was left alone because of me. The good thing is they’re going to give me their notes to help me fill out the questionnaire. I want to show my teacher I’m capable of working. Especially since he’s developed a kind of disdain for me recently. He didn’t even check on me yesterday or say I didn’t need to turn in my work. Well, according to Alessia, the questions were simple, and she thinks I wouldn’t have had any trouble answering them if I’d gone on the trip.

"Hey," I greet Ale.

"Oh, you’re here too!" she exclaims, hugging me. "How are you feeling?"

"Still the same as this morning," I joke.

Alexia was really worried when she found out I was one of the affected students. Fortunately, I was just sick yesterday. This morning feels like yesterday never happened. Of course, I skipped the hot chocolate today. It’ll take me some time before I can drink it again, but for now, I’m sticking to orange juice.

"Can you lend me your notes, Alessia?" I ask my friend, who’s now sitting on my other side.

"Oh, forget about school for a bit! You’re with us for once!" Ale scolds me.

"Alright, alright," I laugh. "You sound just like Lucy."

"She scolds you too?" Leah teases from the couch across from us.

"Yeah," I groan, stretching. "She dragged me out all weekend to make me stop. According to her, I always find something to obsess over when I’m stressed."

"She’s not wrong. Speaking of stress, have you heard back from the galleries?"

"It’s better not to talk about frustrating things right now..." Alessia comments on my behalf.

I cross my arms, feeling a bit down. I’ve gotten a few rejections this week, which I shared with Alessia. She also loves art and is happy that I’m pursuing it. She doesn’t have the same courage as me, though, since she plans to stick with administration to secure her future. I have to admit I’m starting to feel anxious about the feedback. Maybe I’ll have to do the same as her. There’s no way I’m staying home doing nothing, though.

"Don’t worry. I heard Mapi’s coming this weekend. That’s cool; she’ll be able to cheer you up."

I raise an eyebrow.

"What do you mean, Mapi’s coming?"

"Uh... You didn’t know? I called Jenni after class. Lucy told her this morning that she’s coming."

"Lucy?!"

This news catches me off guard. How is it that she knew before me that my best friend is coming? And even if that’s the case, why didn’t she just tell me? Alexia feels bad about my reaction.

"Maybe it was supposed to be a surprise...? Crap. I probably shouldn’t have told you! Lucy’s going to kill me! Can you pretend you don’t know?"

I smile despite myself and shake my head. Maybe she’s right. I hope so, honestly.

"What are you offering for my silence?" I tease, amused.

She playfully hits my arm, and our friends laugh. It’s so easy to tease her. I laugh too, but I’m glad she’s getting along better with my girlfriend. Suddenly, I start thinking about Mapi. It’s not surprising I wasn’t informed by her; I’ve been out of the loop, buried in my studies. Maybe she did message me, and I missed it. That would be more worrying. I already feel bad just thinking about it.

"So, what are we doing? Besides catching up on boring school stuff, of course."

"Hey. Calm down, will you?"

"Nope. By the way, Alba’s meeting Jenni next weekend. She’ll probably stop by the gym."

"Really? Where is she anyway?" I ask, glancing around.

"Probably with her girlfriend somewhere. I haven’t seen her since we got let out."

I chuckle, imagining exactly where they must be. Normally, we’re not allowed to have «intimate relationship », but with the supervision lightened, now’s probably the perfect time.

"I see. So, she’s stuck in for the weekend?"

"Yeah. Misa’s staying with her. That’s why we’re doing it next weekend. She’s excited to meet her..."

"I bet. How did Jenni take it?"

"She doesn’t know yet. Don’t say anything, though. I’m planning to break it to her gently this weekend..."

I laugh heartily. I’d pay to see her face when she tells her. I think she’s going to be totally shocked. Alexia explained to me that her only fear is that her sister won’t accept her, which would strain their relationship. I understand that. The opinion of someone close to you carries a lot of weight. I’ve been a victim of that between Lucy and Mapi myself.

"And why are you introducing them at their gym? Is there no other place?"

"What’s ‘their gym'?" Leah asks.

"Oh, uh... You don’t know."

"You’re not allowed to talk about it, are you?" she teases.

We glance at each other, and I shrug. I’m not sure, actually. Lucy hasn’t mentioned anything, but I don’t think she wants the students to know it’s her last year.

"Sorry, Leah," I simply say.

She shrugs indifferently. She doesn’t seem upset, so it’s fine.

"Anyway, so?"

"Well, I figured it’d be a neutral place. Plus, she’ll see that she has ambitious plans and that she’s not irresponsible."

"Hmm, hmm," I tease.

"What? You don’t think it’s a good idea?"

"I just wonder if you’re not trying to convince yourself..." I giggle.

"A little..." she admits. "Plus, I figured you guys would be there just in case..."

"Oh no, I’m stopping you right there. Lucy’s already told me she doesn’t want to be there when it happens."

"Oh no," she pouts. "Don’t tell me that."

"I swear. I didn’t even have to ask. She brought it up herself, and I don’t think it’s negotiable. She keeps saying she doesn’t want to see any of my friends from here before the end of the year. I’m sorry..."

"What if I organize a party?" Leah suggests. "It would kill two birds with one stone since I’d like to see her outside of here."

I grimace a little. She doesn’t realize I’m going to get scolded again if I keep pushing.

"That could be fun, being all together," Alessia agrees.

"You guys are unbelievable. You really can’t wait a month and a half?"

"Tell that to Alba," Alexia retorts. "She’s the one trying so hard to bring the events closer."

I sigh, running a hand through my hair.

"When would this party be?" I give in.

"In three weeks," Leah tells me. "My parents will be going away for the weekend with some friends. We figured it’d be the perfect time to throw another party. Plus, it’s right before the holidays."

Alessia nods beside her, confirming what Leah just said.

"OK…" I mutter. "I’ll see what I can do, but I can’t promise anything. Lucy can be really stubborn when she wants to be."

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! You’re the best!" Ale replies excitedly.

She kisses my cheek several times before letting me go. Meanwhile, I keep glancing at every door that opens, hoping Lucy will walk through. We don’t know how long the meeting will last, but I’m optimistic. I smile when I see it’s not my girlfriend, but Ingrid. I interrupt Ale and Leah’s conversation, where my roommate is asking if it’s okay for her girlfriend to come, since she’s now planning to delay the meeting between her and her sister until then.

"I’ll be right back," I say as I stand up.

Alexia watches me, confused, until she spots Ingrid.

"Oh no. Please don’t tell her you know about Mapi. I’ll get in trouble again!" 

I laugh and wave her off. Whether she likes it or not, I’m definitely going to question Ingrid, who’s probably the first to know what’s going on. I approach her, and she spots me right away, greeting me with a smile.

"What brings you here, Ona?"

"Hey, how are you?"

"Good, and you?"

"Good too. Is Lucy still in the meeting?"

"Yep. You probably won’t see her all morning. She’s got a meeting with Wiegman right after."

A lightbulb goes off in my head. Damn! I completely forgot about that! She had told me earlier in the week that she scheduled a meeting with her to resign. Ingrid laughs, clearly noticing that I just remembered.

"I’m such an idiot."

"If you say so," she teases.

I bite my lip. I wish I could’ve said something to encourage her, but now it’s too late.

"Don’t stress about it. She won’t hold it against you. She knows you’ve got a lot on your mind. And you weren’t feeling well yesterday either."

I nod. It doesn’t erase the guilt I feel, though. I’ll try to make up for it this weekend. In the meantime, I remember why I’m here in the first place.

"I heard Mapi is coming."

"Did Alexia spill the beans?"

"Was it supposed to be a surprise?"

"Oh no. Mapi’s tried texting you several times this week, but none of the messages got through. She thinks your phone’s off. Lucy wanted to tell you yesterday, but you weren’t feeling well."

I groan, realizing what’s happened. I feel really bad now. My phone must be off since I haven’t used it since Monday.

"At least you found out she’s coming before we go pick her up, so it’s not too bad."

I scowl as she clearly makes fun of me. Well, I deserve it. At least she doesn’t beat around the bush when telling me things.

"So, we’re going together to pick her up?"

"Yep. Lucy suggested we all have lunch together after we pick her up."

I nod, grateful she’s taken the initiative without needing my input. Damn, I really need to make up for all of this this weekend.

"OK… Thanks."

"No problem."

I can tell she finds this situation amusing. With an embarrassed smile, I turn back to my friends. Hopefully, once I apologize to everyone, I won’t feel as foolish. 

Friday, March 25; 12:15 PM - Camp Wiegman.

I was waiting for Lucy outside the school, like we usually do. I had already seen Ingrid’s car pass by, so I figured Lucy would be next, and sure enough, her car pulls into the parking lot. She parks in the open spot right in front of me. I have so many things to tell her, I don’t even know where to start. I put my suitcase in the trunk and join her in the front seat.

"Hey."

"Hi."

I lose my smile when I see the serious look on her face.

"Is something wrong?"

"Get in. It’s windy."

I do as she says, closing the door behind me. The bad weather has passed, and we’ve got sunshine, but a cool breeze has followed it.

"What’s going on?" I ask, seeing her stare straight ahead.

I don’t like seeing her like this. Luckily, she’s not one to beat around the bush with me.

"Wiegman knows."

My heart skips a beat at this unexpected news. Then it starts racing, and I can’t calm it down. No, this can’t be happening. Not now, not when my exams are in a month. Not after all the effort I’ve put in. Tears well up in my eyes. I blink to get rid of them, but it’s no use.

"Is it…? H-how? This is crazy!"

"Hey, hey," she says, noticing my state. "Calm down. It’s not as bad as you think."

She takes my hands and kisses them, one by one. Her calmness manages to soothe me, even though I still don’t know how things aren’t as bad as she says.

"How did she find out?"

"Your management professor… He saw me kiss you yesterday while you were still asleep. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I was planning to this weekend."

"He… That jerk!" I fume. "Did you talk to him?"

"No, I didn’t get the chance. What caught me off guard was that he reported us to Wiegman before I could even do that."

"And Wiegman!? Did she believe him? Just like that? Without letting us explain ourselves?"

"Calm down, baby. No. She asked for my side of the story… I didn’t want to lie, especially when I had my resignation letter in my hand."

I must look shocked. She didn’t do that, did she?

"Stop panicking. Neither of us is getting expelled," she tells me.

"Wait—we’re not…?"

A small smile appears on her face. I remember her first expression. She must have been just as angry as I am. Now she looks like she’s teasing me. How can she? Our principal knows! Shouldn’t we be packing up and getting out of here? That’s what happened to Jenni!

"Given the circumstances, no, I’m not."

"Are you going to explain?"

She chuckles softly, still holding my hands in hers. I don’t find this funny. She dropped this bombshell on me and is now laughing about it. It’s hard to understand.

"We had a long discussion. I spent nearly two hours in her office. When she brought it up, I didn’t know what to do, but I decided to be honest, and it looks like that paid off."

"We’re really not getting expelled?"

"No. I think the fact that you’re your mother’s daughter helped a lot."

I relax, and for the first time in my life, I’m grateful to be her daughter.

"I confirmed our relationship, but I also explained all the good I’ve brought to you. I told her about how hard you’re working to pass your exam, your progress, and your future plans.

- And what did she say?

- She was hesitant at first, until I showed her the pile of exercises you gave me to correct. She realized that our relationship is serious and that it’s helping you.

- Of course! And that’s it?

- Sort of. I told her that if she has to expel someone, she should only expel me, and I handed her my resignation letter. I didn’t want her to ruin your future over this.

- But I thought...

- I’m not expelled, Ona. Let me finish.

- Sorry, I said, blushing.

She’s talking a lot without getting to the point, but I can tell my impatience is amusing her.

- She initially thought I was giving her my resignation because of this, but I told her about my plans to open a gym. Thanks to our evening classes and Ingrid’s testimony, she recognized my professionalism and honesty. She didn’t want to destroy your efforts or our future, so… she’s cutting us some slack. I’ll remain your supervisor until the end.

- So… Wiegman knows, and we’re not expelled…?

I mutter the words, struggling to comprehend them. It feels so surreal.

- It’s not without consequences. She’s going to talk to your professor to make him drop the idea. As for us, we need to stay discreet. If anyone else sees us together and reports it, she won’t be able to protect us, and both our futures will be at risk. Do you understand?

I nod, feeling completely lost. Wow. I never saw this coming. It’s insane.

- Then why did you look so serious earlier? You scared me!

- Sorry. I don’t know. Shocked and angry, I guess. I’m having a hard time processing it too. I always imagined I’d be leaving the day she found out.

- Well, that’s not happening. Isn’t this good news?

- Oh, definitely.

- I suppose I should forget the question I was going to ask you...

- What question? she asks curiously.

- Leah invited us to a party she’s throwing with everyone. Alexia wants us to come because she’s planning to introduce Jenni to Alba.

I quickly explain while playing with her fingers. I knew it would be complicated, but it’s even more so now.

- You know we’ve had this conversation before, Lucy begins, tilting my chin up.

- I know. It’s the others who pressured me...

- I know it’s complicated for you, but we need to stay discreet a little longer. After that, I promise we can shout our love for each other to anyone.

- And go out with my friends?

She rolls her eyes with a small smile. At first, I could tell this situation suited her. I mean, it must be strange for her too, hanging out with people who were once her students.

- Yes, sweetheart. We can go out with your friends. I’d do anything for you.

I kiss her tenderly at this admission. She’s a sweetheart.

- We need to go. Ingrid’s probably waiting for us, she murmurs between kisses.

I pull away and buckle up at the mention.

- Yeah, I heard Mapi’s coming this morning...

- That’s right. Ingrid told me how upset you were about it, she chuckles, placing a hand on my thigh as she starts the car. I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you yesterday, but I completely forgot because of your condition.

- It’s my fault too. I’ve been so out of it...

- Don’t beat yourself up about it. You’re allowed to work hard during the week, she unexpectedly defends me. Mapi will understand.

- Hmm...

- If it helps, I gave her updates on your behalf.

- Really? I asked, surprised.

- Well, yes. She worries when you don’t reply, so she comes to me.

- Thanks.

- You don’t have to thank me for that. She’s your best friend.

- Yes, but it’s not like you’re her biggest fan, I chuckled.

She rolls her eyes in amusement.

- True, she mutters. But you’d be surprised what we could do together for you.

I smile at the thought. I think she’s right. Even if they don’t exactly get along, they’d tolerate each other for my sake. We finally arrive at Ingrid’s place to pick her up. I offered to let her sit up front, but she insisted I stay there. Next stop: the airport. Our chat with Lucy made us late, so by the time we get there, Mapi is already waiting with her suitcase. She greets us one by one, finishing, of course, with Ingrid, whom she can’t stop kissing.

- Couldn’t resist coming, huh? I teased.

- Nope, not really. I’m taking the opportunity to bring some things over and see you both, since I heard you won’t be around for the next holidays.

- That’s true, I admit with a shy smile. Sorry about that.

Lucy pulls me into a hug when she notices how I feel. It’s a fair complaint. I didn’t handle these holidays, but I do know Lucy booked our tickets—and Jenni and Alexia’s—this week.

- It’s okay, I’m just teasing. Your girlfriend defended you enough for me to forgive you, she says, giving me a little hug.

I really need to thank Lucy for that. Usually, Mapi holds grudges much longer. Finally, we head to the restaurant. We’re all starving. Our girlfriends take us to a place I haven’t been before. Mapi seems in good spirits, chatting non-stop about her plans to move here after the school year. Her doubts are far behind her now. She hasn’t heard from her parents in a long time either. She confided that she thinks it’s time to cut ties with them for good. I can only support her in that. I’ve met them once, but they were never really around due to their work. When they did talk to their daughter, it was mostly to criticize her or try to convince her to change her mind about taking over the family business. In that kind of situation, there’s no point in staying in contact. I really admire Mapi’s courage. Even though my mom and I were estranged for a long time, I don’t know if I’d have the guts to do the same. I’m very tied to family, especially because of the promises I made to my dad. Plus, if Mapi were in my situation, I doubt her parents would have offered the help my mom gave me last year. I can blame my mom for a lot of things, but not that, and it’s why I decided to reconnect with her.

- I ran into Abby this week while grocery shopping, Mapi tells me.

- Really? I say, not looking up from the menu.

I’m thinking of getting a burger. I saw one go by, and it looked delicious. Our drinks arrive within minutes. The service seems fast, which is good because I’m starving.

- She told me about the wedding... Is that why you reacted so strongly the last time she visited?

- Not really. There were a lot of things that set me off.

- I’m not going to force you to talk about it, but I think Abby believes you don’t want to come. You should give her a call if you plan on going. That’s all she’s waiting for.

- Do you know the date? She didn’t have time to tell us, Lucy asks.

- Uh, I don’t remember exactly. I think it’s in June.

So soon? I must have shown my surprise because she gives me a sympathetic smile.

- Well, I guess you should call her today, huh? Lucy advises, rubbing my thigh to comfort me.

In just two months, my mom will marry another man. I’m struggling to process it. Everything must have been planned behind my back for months. Lucy kisses my temple, and the conversation moves on. I have trouble following. It’s like my mom was waiting for me to finish school so I could attend the wedding. It warms my heart, in a way. She’s hoping I’ll be there, despite everything that’s happened between us.

We’ll talk more about it when we get home, if you want, Lucy whispers in my ear. »

I nod and snuggle up to her on the bench we're sharing. I'm not sure if it will be necessary, but it always feels good to confide in her. Meanwhile, Mapi keeps talking about how hard she's been working lately. Looks like I'm not the only one pushing myself for this final stretch. The only difference is that she manages to juggle her two lives without anyone saying anything to her. I think I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed, too. It's not easy to catch up on everything I've missed. But I’m going to hang in there. I'm almost there.

Friday, March 25th; 10:15 PM - Ona and Lucy’s Apartment  

We’ve just come home for the first time today. I’m glad to be back in our place. The atmosphere immediately puts me at ease. We spent the day with the girls, in town, then at the gym later in the afternoon where Jenni, Alexia, and Beth were still working, preparing to receive the first pieces of furniture in two weeks. Then, it’ll finally be vacation time. I sigh as I settle next to my girlfriend on the couch.

- “Relieved to be home?”  

- “Oh yes!” I reply. “It’s good to relax too.”  

- “Definitely.”  

I sigh contentedly as my head falls onto her lap. Lucy immediately starts running her fingers through my hair. I close my eyes to enjoy the moment to the fullest.  

- “Do you want to call your mom?”  

- “Oh no,” I groan. “Not tonight. I’ll do it tomorrow, when I can take my time.”

I lay on my side, placing my hand on her thigh. It’s a pretty comfortable position. Lucy is sitting with her feet stretched out on the other side of the couch, facing the TV. She flips through the channels before settling on some random series I’m not really paying attention to.

- “Are you feeling good about going to your mom’s wedding?”  

I nod, lifting my head to look at Lucy. She’s watching me intently. She’s always so worried about me, and it’s adorable.

- “She wants us there, so we’ll be there.”  

- “Alright…”  

- “Shouldn't we be thinking about our next vacation instead?” I ask.  

- “If you want. I didn’t tell you, but… I booked a ticket to land in Lisbon.”  

- “What? How come?”  

- “Well, since we’re already going to Portugal, I thought we might as well visit the city where you grew up and where your dad is buried.”  

- “That’s amazing! Thank you so much.”  

- “It’s no big deal,” she smiles.  

- “How long will we stay? I guess you’ve already planned everything?”  

She laughs and nods.

- “We’ll arrive in Porto around the same time as Jenni and Alexia, for about a week.”  

- “You’re so sweet, always thinking of me.”  

- “I know,” she jokes. “Do you have any family we could stay with?”  

- “Of course. My grandfather.”  

- “Oh, right. The one you like so much, right?”  

- “Yes! I can’t wait for you to meet him! I’ll let him know as soon as I can. He’s going to be so happy.”  

I sit up and straddle her to show my gratitude with a big hug.

- “Thank you, really. I love you so much.”  

- “I love you too, my love.”

We kiss tenderly before I rest my head on her shoulder.

- “Are you sure your parents are going to like me?”  

She laughs, running her hand through my hair, sending shivers down my spine. It’s a fear that haunts me. I’m afraid they won’t accept me, and that Lucy might leave me because of it. When I lift my head again, she looks at me with adoration, her eyes filled with all the love she has for me.

- “I promise they will.”  

- “You seem really sure of that…”  

- “Stop worrying about it. They’re going to love you. They’re actually really excited to meet you.”  

- “Really…? You’ve already told them about me?”  

- “Of course. I’ve had plenty of chances to call them from school and talk about you. They know you exist and that we’re coming in a few weeks. They also know you were my student at school, why you were there, but most importantly, they know how much I love you.”  

- “Y-you told them everything!? Oh my God!”  

I try to pull away, but Lucy holds me back with a small laugh. There’s nothing funny about this! How could she tell her parents that I was a former junkie who ran away with my ex to ruin my life?

- “Calm down. I did it to save you from a bunch of awkward questions. I wanted to tell them myself so they’d know what to expect. Mostly, I wanted them to understand how much you mean to me and that they’d better not traumatize you. Well, at least not my dad. He’s a saint compared to my mom.”  

- “Fantastic,” I say sarcastically.  

Lucy smiles and presses her lips to mine.

- “I promise you don’t have to worry. And how about we head to bed now, huh? We’ve got a busy day ahead of us tomorrow, again.”  

- “OK…” I murmur. “Speaking of tomorrow, I made a few sketches for the walls of the rooms you guys want me to decorate.”  

- “Oh, really? I won’t ask when you found time to do that.”  

- “In my room,” I reply. “Who do you think I am? I’ve become responsible!”

I squeal as she lifts me up, turning off the TV in the process. The way she carries me to our bedroom brings back so many memories.

- “Of course, my love. We’ll take a look at them in the morning. Right now, it’s time for bed.”  

I smile, snuggling back against her shoulder. I’m not going to argue with that.

[the-offside-rule]

Liam Lawson (Alpha Tauri) - Streaming Buddy

Requested: yes

Warnings: none

Liam sat laughing along with his chat as he read through some of the messages. He stretched and let out a tired groan before sitting down and wanting to do something else. "Ah guys I'm absolutely shattered. I'm so bored. What should we do?" He waited a few seconds for people to send in some answers to his question which he quickly skimmed through it. "Okay, warzone again, we've already played. Marbles, not the same without Marcel, come on guys let's get creative here." He read through them all. They were very plain, a bit boring. He was seriously contemplating finishing the stream up when he spotted one sgmuggestion that he liked. "Simulator with Y/n. I like that idea." he chuckled. The chat went ballistic, they wanted that too. They rarely ever saw Y/n on streams so of course they wanted it.

Liam took out his phone and began texting Y/n who was sitting in the living room, watching some Netflix. She needed a break from a very stressful year at university so having some time to relax and not worry about anything was a nice change. Her phone lit up on the table, meaning someone had just messaged her. She stretched and reached for it, almost falling off in the process and had a look at who it was. She smiled as she saw Liam's name pop up. She opened her phone and read through his message, confusing her a bit. He probably just wanted her to order some food.

"You wanted me?" Y/n whispered to him. "Sit down." He said, scotting over a bit in his chair. "We won't both fit there Liam." Liam grinned. "Feel free to sit on my lap then." Y/n felt her cheeks burning red but thankfully it was hard to notice because of his coloured lights. She slowly sat down and looked toward the camera almost as if she was silently saying this guy. Liam wrapped his arms around her and held her closer. "So, why am I here?" she asked. "Well, somkeone suggested that you try out the simulator." Liam said. Y/n closed her eyes and slid down a bit. "No." She whined, making Liam laugh at her reaction. "I can't drive to save my life." Y/n was already starting to make up excuses. "Nah, you'll be fine come on." Y/n stayed on his lap. "Babe-"

"You can't get up if I don't get up first."

Liam let out a sigh. "Really?" he asked. Y/n nodded her head and grinned before Liam shot her a cheeky smile and picked her up. "Hey!" she squealed as he carried her to the simulator. "Just do one lap come on." Liam said putting her down and then fixing the camera on her. "Oh fine." She said giving in. She began racing around, making a complete mess of everything. She was breaking too early, going onto the throttle too late, Liam felt the need to go and show her how to do everything. "No, you're doing it wrong, you have to change the gears when all the lights on the steering wheel go on." Liam started explaining bit by bit to her as she drove agonisingly slow around the track. "Right, pick up the pace. Come on." Liam said. Y/n stepped on the pedals the pick up the pace and she was doing just fine until her tyre touched the grass and moved her line completely. In an attempt to save the car, she corrected herself but ended up spinning and crashing into one of the barriers. Y/n's eyes went wide as she took her hands off the steering wheel slowly.

"What just broke?" he asked as Y/n crashes. She kept quiet for a while until she mumbled a little "everything." Liam shook his head and tutted as if she was a child. "How did you spin on a straight?" he asked in disbelief. "Look right, I don't know what you expected-" Y/n said in between laughs. "To finish at least one lap maybe." Liam replied sarcastically. Y/n groaned and slid down the chair. "It's fine, you just don't know how to do it." Liam laughed. "Right, teach me then." Y/n said. Liam nodded his head and moved her again before he lifted her up and sat down, placing her back on his lap. "Right, watch carefully then." Y/n's smile softened before she lay back. "So yeah, you have to be careful into turn one, it's a hairpin pretty much. As for the rest-" He paused and looked at her face in the stream. She wasn't even focusing on the simulator. "Babe, you listening?" he asked. Y/n lifted her head back until she saw him. "No." She replied sweetly. Liam arched an eyebrow and continued on driving. "Why? Why aren't you looking at the screen?"

"I'm looking at something way better right now." Liam tried to contain his grin when she said that but failed miserably. "That was so cheesy." He mumbled. "Well I can't help it I love you, you little- oop, you crashed." She said pointing at the screen. "Oi, that was your fault."

"You shouldn't have been distracted." Liam grinned before kissing her hair. "Yeah, yeah. Let's just race huh?" Y/n laughed a bit before relaxing and watching Liam go around the track. "I love you too." He whispered, making her smile. "Yeah, yeah. Let's focus on the Racing now eh?"

[wayfayrr]

By your side from day one <3

finally set aside some time to finish off wilds turn for being self aware, the smartest one who found a way to get out without breaking your tv and getting the glass shards of screen everywhere. I'll be back on requests and such soon though!! <3

[masterlist]

“Come on [name], you can’t be serious about missing out on plans just to talk to someone you don’t even know is real.”

“You say like I would want to go clubbing tonight either way, besides he’s said he’s just been working up the courage to video call.”

“And you trust that?”

They’ve got enough of a conscious to look a bit ashamed when I look at them, I know they’re worried for me but of all the things to be so worked up about this seems harmless. 

“What if I told you that he was messaging me and telling me to stop talking to you.”

“Can you show me the proof.”

“Well… no. he deleted them immediately afterwards.”

Are they just jealous? This is so unlike them that it’s offputting. I know they can get a little worked up when I get close to other people but accusing my online friend - accusing wild - of threatening them? It’s petty and childish. Are they afraid I’ll replace them or something? 

“Okay, alright. This isn’t going to make me cut him off you know?”

“[name]...”

“Reach out when you don’t feel like senselessly trying to cut me off from others. I’ll see you around.”

Hopefully, it’s sooner rather than later, but if they don’t? It’s their own fault they thought they would need to sabotage my other relationships to get closer to me. They even have the audacity to call out after me as I’m leaving, still trying to warn me about him, like they can’t accept I would dare get close to anyone else. Not like it doesn’t feel awful potentially losing a friend like this, but what can I really do?

The trip home seems to pass in a blur, until I’m already collapsed onto my couch with a familiar notif going off on my phone. Opening it proves it is exactly what I expected it to be, a message from him, asking me how my day has gone showing me more care than nearly every other person in my life ever has. Not expecting me to drop everything on a dime for him, even if recently he’s been getting more possessive in his messages like he wants to be serious when I’ve never seen his face. 

- I’ve been decent, met up with a friend. Not much really, you? - 

- Had to do chores for someone I don’t like >:( wanna get away from everything tbh - 

- why not just up and leave? - 

- I mean, it’s not like I haven’t been planning something - 

Seems like the possessive streak has worn off now then, so I don’t have to worry about mentioning friends again. There isn’t even a reason he should be possessive of me though, unless he’s got a secret crush or something. Which I hope he doesn’t, he’s been speaking to me for barely a couple of weeks. 

- You free to call tonight? It’s been a while. - 

- I’m good rn if you are. I’ll just grab my headphones - one sec - 

- :DD perf perf - 

Honestly a call will be nice, I can just zone out for a bit, play some games and chat. It’s the perfect way to destress after everything that happened earlier, I still can’t believe they threw away our friendship over something so small. Maybe I should just block their number and drop them even if they do try and apologise, I don’t really need people like that in my life. 

“So then love, any plans for tonight?”

“I thought you said you were gonna drop calling me that?”

“It’s silly and you didn’t answer my question anyway.”

“Nah not really. I’m just loading up breath of the wild, been a bit since I’ve -”

“Oh shit.”

Has wild been link this whole time, wait - how did he get access to the internet, HOW IS HE SENTIENT?  

He’s just sitting in his hateno house, holding the sheikah slate like a phone and silently, through the switch anyway, talking. The look of horror on his face is gut-wrenching though.

“You - you…”

“Oh - uh - I mean. Come on love it’s not that bad is it? I - I’m not going to hurt you, I swear.”

“I don’t think I want to deal with this right now… I’m sorry I just.”

The look of horror and shame shifted terrifyingly fast when he noticed me moving to turn off the switch, replacing itself with fear and anger before he steeled himself, and presses his hand against the slate’s screen?

…

He - he’s reached through my phone to grab onto my wrist. 

“No, don’t turn me off, I can’t go back to being just a voice. Please”

“How… how are you DOING THIS?”

“That… Isn’t what matters right now.”

His grip feels so nervous, he looks it too - which makes sense, I would probably be petrified if I lost my body just because I was trapped in a game. I can’t turn him off that would be cruel… he deserves better than that. 

It instantly lightened as I moved to sit back down, a sigh of relief echoing through both my tv speakers and my phone, as he let go the second I sat with his hand retreating through my unbroken phone. 

“Okay, you promise you won’t try to turn me off?”

“I won’t if you’ll explain.”

“That - that’s fair, I can do that for you love and - if I told you that I think I’ve figured out a way to get out? Would you let me live with you?”

“So that’s why you were so forward abou- yes you can. When you’ve explained everything. And made it certain you’re not planning to kill me because you’re scared of me sending you back.”

The reverb’s stopped now, which makes talking a lot more pleasant and less like he’s trying to intimidate me now, not that I blame him for it if I was about to condemn him back to that hellscape. I just, I really hope he isn’t trying to get out just to kill me, I don’t think I would ever be able to get over my childhood crush wanting to kill me even if he has every right to want that.

“What- No no I don’t - why - why would you think I would ever want to even hurt you let alone KILL. I - love I. I love you. That’s why I’m doing all of this - I - I.”

He’s crying. I should’ve known that he wouldn’t do anything like that - it’s within his right to - but he’s link, he’s the hero, the protagonist who was stuck to my side through it all. I know I shouldn’t have said that it wasn’t meant to be cruel but it was careless enough to hurt him. 

“I’m sorry, I came on to strong, you - you have every right to be scared of me. I promise though love I - I will never hurt you ever.”

“I know… I just panicked. You can explain now I won’t overreact again I swear. Or if you’d prefer -”

“If I would prefer..?”

“Why not get out first, then explain?”

Lighting up a firework in my face would have been less blinding than his smile in that moment, it’s such a sweet smile - a genuine one too. Meaning that I said the right thing, that I’m doing the right thing by giving him this chance. 

Hopefully, I won’t regret it.

“Really? You’ll let me do that?”

“I think it’s a good idea, it’ll be easier to talk to you as well. Just - how are you going to go this?”

“Um, oh, well uh, I think I could possibly make your switch into a mock version of a warp medallion? Then link my slate to it and just well”

“That makes sense, you can go ahead then, shouldn’t take long right?”

“No, no it won’t.”

A couple of seconds was all the wait it needed for him to stumble out of the blue lights and right onto me, clearly disorientated by the shift into reality. Probably not as bad as any of the 2d links would have struggled to be fair to him. It was an even shorter wait for him to jump onto me and cling even tighter than a koala could ever hope to, nuzzling up against my neck like it’s the only - because - it’s the only real touch he’s ever felt. 

“So you want to explain then?”

“Could we wait? That took much more effort than I thought. I just want to rest a bit if that’s alright.”

“As soon as you’re rested enough to. You going to sleep for a bit then?”

“No I still want to talk, just about something less taxing?”

Seems like he’s more dodging the topic than anything, which is fine I can get him to talk about it later, there really isn’t a rush for anything. It’s fine. Besides he’s like an excited kid that’s staying up way past his bedtime right now, where’s the harm in staying like this for a bit?

“Mind if I ask why you’re so determined to call me ‘love’ then?” 

“Because you’re everything to me, my light, my love, my life - you’ve been with me through everything. From when I woke to killing ganon and you didn’t abandon me there. You’ve shown me your favourite cities, stuck with me when you had the choice to choose others because you said I am you favourite, so really? How could I not love you?”

“You were aware even in Mariokart?” 

His giggle is sweet, he’s so charming right now, especially with how unaware of it he is. It’s so earnest and unfiltered, just so raw, I could go the rest of my life with that being the only thing I ever hear again. Compared to how he acted in cutscenes as well? He’s happy. Tired but happy.

“Oh before I forget, You should be expecting a delivery actually!”

“What.”

“I’ve been wanting to get out of the game for a while so I ordered some things to try make myself more appealing to you.”

“Like what? Link you didn't need to do anything like that.”

He just shrugged, seems like I won’t be getting an answer to that till whatever arrives whenever it does. Seems he really wasn’t lying about being tired though, he’s already starting to fall asleep laying against me like this. Thankfully he’s light enough to move to a more comfortable position, although theres nothing I can do about how tightly he’s holding me and truthfully? There’s nothing I want to do about it.

“Y’know I think I could get used to this.”

“Yo’ will I pr’mise, I’ll make you addicted to m’.”

“Well that isn’t ominous at all… and you’re already asleep.” 

[psychelis-new]

pick a pile: "Loving letter from your higher self"

take a breath and choose the photo or number that calls you the most to read about what your higher self would like to tell you right now and how they may want to encourage you or show you the way to reach for them.

don’t take the reading too seriously. only take what resonates with you and leave the rest. if you're not called by any pile, let this reading slid as it may not hold messages for you. if you're called by more than one pile, there may be messages in each of those piles. remember that is a general reading and some things may not resonate with you. energies can change and readings are based on present ones (as you read); you're always in charge of your life.

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pile 1

Darling, it's time to heal the past. What do you want to say? What do you want? Who cares what others say, just go. Follow your guts. And if it won't go well, you've tried, you'll have nothing to blame yourself for and you know you won't have regrets or live in fear. I know you're scared, I was too. So much scared. We are humans, it's okay to be scared of what we don't know, of life in general. But we need to be true to ourselves. Take a pause and have a chat within us. It's time to stop giving up or renouncing to things for others or even just because we don't feel they belong to us... we are doing it for what? For sure, we're not getting prizes for this. It's our life, nobody else matters. So just be you, let's just be us. Listen to us. To our heart. If people will ever judge us negatively or think we're any less, it's their problem not ours. Stop thinking about them. Take charge. Regain control. Stand up for yourself, free yourself. It's all in your hands. You need to realize deep down all your worth, all your desires, and start working towards them, no matter what else will come in between. You're deserving of love, and much more. People come, people go, there's nothing fixed, not even in their words or thoughts: they're all as uncertain and insecure as us. Do you really want to have such an unstable source validating and guiding you? You're the only one who needs validating yourself, ourselves. But you need to start doing it for yourself, only yourself. Not because of others and what you fear they'll think of you or if you'll hurt them. You have feelings too. You are important too. So, what do you want? Whatever it is, know that you can get it or at least try to get it, no matter how difficult it seems now. No matter how impossible. And even if you won't get it at first or at all, it'll be fine anyway. But be you, and consider trying a new road if you need. I'll wait for you here. I have trust in you, so trust us too.

[you may be called by pile 4 too; letter A may be important; your letter kinda reminds me of the dialogue on the beach between Adrian -with the A, love it- and Rocky in Rocky III, where you are Rocky and your higher self is Adrian asking you for truth; there's a chance you're trying to manifest love -any type- or feeling lovable: you are, simply cause you're here. You don't need to do or be anything in particular to be lovable and/or find love, just believe you deserve]

song: open your eyes | hoobastank

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pile 2

Dear one, I know things are pretty confusing right now. I know you feel stuck and as if you were keep working on the same thing but cannot see a way out of it. But keep strong for a little more, would you? I know you wanna give up sometimes, just let go, sleep it all away... Take a nap then. Give yourself a break and then start all over again. More corageously, more bravely, more focused and determined on your goal. It is not time to give up: you don't know what may happen if you hold on for a little more. It's all I am asking you: hold on. I know it seems a lot on some days, but on those days just give yourself a break. Start again on better days, even if it's after a week or two. But do not completely give up, especially not on you, not on us. Be strong willed as I know you are, as I know we are. All the scrapes in our soul will be healed, we'll find peace. This I promise you. Curl in into yourself, embrace yourself as if you were in an egg. You're going to be born again soon. I know you cannot see it now, but you will. You are your own (our own) embryo. So take your time to work on you, learn to treat yourself with kindness and love, and get ready to be born into a new person. The amazing person you already are inside but aren't aware of. The amazing person you'll realize you are one day soon. Let our insticts guide you: they never really failed you, unless when you let our mind in. Find a different way to look at the problem: this will be the start of it all. Find your own reasons, find your own real self. Re-connect with your core. Re-learn how to talk with yourself. Everything will change. Everything is changing. Take care of you, I am always here. You are not alone, and you're not supposed to stay alone or do anything alone. Once you feel ready, get out of the shell. The world is waiting, and I am waiting for you too. I am waiting to show you all the beautiful things you deserve.

[letter T may be important; you're transforming into another you atm, I keep seeing this person in an embryo with their eyes closed, in a fetal position; atm you may be undergoing a huge change but also an internal battle: the advice is to take your time and learn more about yourself; if you fear going deep inside alone cause you don't know what you will find, ask for help; it's hard to keep the focus, maybe you are easily distracted or suffer from adhd/ocd or are dealing with too many things at times and are overwhelmed... try to find ways to distract from this and calm your mind; talk with someone, even your Guides or anyone really; if you're grieving, give yourself time to go through the whole porcess, maybe learn about it online -a positive message/sign may be coming in soon; drink water and stay hydrated, ily<;3]

song: with me | sum41

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pile 3

Hello little one! It's time to write your own story! Are you ready? There's gonna be big things and little things, big random stuff and smaller ones, big changes and smaller ones...remember to keep in consideration all of them. And never despise little things as they may carry the most valuable experiences for you. Be open to anything my love! It's time to be brave and get our there and show who you are, be proud of what you did and who you grew to be. I am. I really am. You're kind, determined, strong and so energetic... and you totally need to be hyped and get ready for this new start. You're not seeing anything now, you need to trust. To leave the past behind and go forward with all your positivity and good luck by your side (you have it!!). Feel it in your bones, follow that feeling. Take this leap of faith and trust you'll end up where you have always dreamed of. I know there are still some things that make you feel unsure or feel like willing to postpone this jump in the unknown, but trust me: if you'll wait for the day you'll feel ready, you may even wait forever. Let this go. Okay, okay. Maybe I'm trying to rush you a bit. Okay. Got it. Keep healing what is causing you stress inside, have a deeper look, understand yourself, ourselves, maybe take a break from all the people/socials and the stress of internet and its messages so to really focus on what is important for you and how beautiful you really are... but then please PLEASE *praying hands emoji* jump! Jump all force, jump big. Do not make a little random insecure step and an awful dive, we need to jump and take all the 10s we can from the 10 meters trampoline! I promise it's gonna be fine. SO-VERY-FINE. I'm so excited for you babe!

[your higher self is very funny and cheering, their expression/face remind me of an old tv sketch in which Jerry Lewis pretended to use an imaginary type-writer; I am also seeing this emoji •ᴗ•; letters E and R may be important; maybe diving or swimming or any sport related to water can be important for you or water can be of help/healing -even swimming in a swimming pool; also time is very important, either as divine timing or as taking time for yourself or... "making it in time"? If you're stressing about running out of time, don't. You're plenty of time]

song: time | ellaharp

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pile 4

My love there's so much you can't see! But I want you to be ready and learn to receive, to be so bold you ask for the highest prize and wait for it to be delivered to your door. You are in charge of your own life and you know it, so just stand tall in it and forget doubts: these only hinders you. Don't be afraid, you're not asking for anything too much, and it's not up to you to decide what is too much and what not. You did a lot, you grew up so much... And it has been tough, I know. Many of the things that happaned to you, you didn't deserve them, but trust that all your effort is not going unseen. Higher forces are at work for you, to give you back something after all you gave. I know it seems impossible to change what has been, to start something new, to experience something new. To even think about all this makes you dizzy, right? And kinda stresses you cause at the moment, everything is still in the making, "it's all so quiet"... but it's the calm before the storm. And I know you know storms so well. You have seen many. And for this reason, because you've seen how things can change during and after a storm, I want you to believe that things can change for you too. That you can get what you wish for. That it's time to change course of things, to let the wind blow you in the right direction. You'll be getting a news soon, just remember to get infos about it before answering and to not get your self doubts or insecurities in between. We have learned our lessons, it's time to put them into practice. Do not let anyone fool you. We need to make a different move/decision, if we want to have a different result. And I know you have all it takes to make it. I am here for this reason, in fact. Thank you.

[you may be called by pile 1 too; letters V, T, C and O may be important; bjork song "it's oh so quiet" may hide messages for you; if you want to fall in love, you are getting ready to or falling in love with yourself first now; you may like windy days or like to sail or be air dominant/have air signs especially in the big 3]

song: (crack it) something going on | bomfunk mc's ft. jessica folcker

[brownsugar-dreams]

Another Approach To Online Sugaring

Recently I took a break from dating. The dating apps can get exhausting and sometimes you’re just not in a place where you have the physical/emotional energy to get dressed up and go out. I didn’t want the money to stop, so I decided to start camming again but only for online sugar dating(OSD)/girlfriend experience (GFE). It’s been such a success I decided to make a post about it.

When I reactivated my no face cam accounts, I started casually talking to users in my chat rooms. There were a good share of users who just want to chat. If you have an outgoing personality, this is really easy and comes natural. We would talk about all sorts of things from what they do for work/fun, casual interests, kinks. I’d tell them stories, my POVs on pop culture topics, fantasies, made up stuff. At this point I noticed specific users were tipping in the general chat. I focused on those users and made sure to show them the most attention and they continued to tip. They’d often initiate a private session (more $ per min) and we’d continue chatting.

If you’re consistent with signing in at least 1-2x a week, it’s easy to find someone who adores you. I created a Snapchat (SC) profile and advertised it on my cam site as a way for users to connect with me 1:1. Set it up so they have to pay to get the username. Using SC, I posted no face pics with a link to my wishlist/cashapp and sparingly answered messages (mostly messages inquiring about pricing/services never free endless chatting). Later I created a price menu for services offered and shared that from time to time on my story. Once a relationship is established, it’s super easy to straight up ask for money. Since they met you on a paid cam site they already know what’s up so don’t let anyone pretend to be naive or use your time for free.

Overall this has been a flexible way to earn money that is relatively easy and low maintenance. Most of these clients are lonely and desperate for female attention so making each feel special is the key.

Things to Note/Logistics

I personally don’t show my face by having the cam positioned from the neck down. But other no face cam girls have talked about using full or half face masks to conceal their identity. Given the nature of “professionalism” in our fields I can understand a lot of us wanting to preserve our identities. But do what you’re comfy with! I’d suggest no nudity in free chat otherwise users will be less likely to pay for private.

Each cam site is different and pays differently. Most let you adjust your price settings as you like. I researched the sites with the most consistent/quickest payout schedule and reputation by searching Reddit posts and cam girl forums. I picked my favorite sites shared below.

To maximize earnings, I stream multiple sites at a time by opening tabs. Some use OBS software but I haven’t had the time to figure out how to incorporate that yet.

I changed the settings to allow only users with money to participate in chat. This helps reduce hecklers and incels looking for a free show.

Sites have varying popularity during different times/day. Keep that in mind when starting out so that you can develop a schedule. We’re busy professionals irl so making sure to cam on days/nights that have the most earning potential saves a lot of time.

Different clients have different needs so it’s important to be flexible and only take on clients you’d be comfortable with. I have clients that want me to be bossy and mean while others want a more traditional GFE where they’re the caretaker (think MTS “daddy am I your baby” type of thing lol).

Tips to Earn More

Share your wishlist in your bio across platforms. I like to use throne.

Create a links page and share to let your big spenders get notified when you’re online. I use beacons

I use sextpanther to supplement on weeks that are too busy to cam. I love the convenience of texting and it yields good money.

If you want to incorporate toys in your private shows when you’re starting out, use Aliexpress to order cheap toys. Eventually when you gain a consistent following, I suggest making the guys pay for anything they’d like to see you use and of course non sexual gifts for you too!

Keep a list/diary of users to keep track across platforms. Make note of their interests/kinks/imp things they’ve shared so you can refer to it during sessions.

Successful Cam Sites: CB CS

Keep working towards your goals!😘❤️✨

[miloformula123fan]

Could you do fic for James Vowles with wife reader? With her being in the Williams garage, she witnessed Alex and Danny incident at the Japan GP and was so worried about them that she ended up going to James at the pitwall for his comfort. He decided to hug her while calming her down and going to both of the drivers to make sure they're okay. Just something fluff and little angst. Add something if you want to. Thanks!! :)))

what is it with me only getting these fics out like 2-3 weeks after the race, anyway, it's again so short but my mental health is suffering right now, so, and im happy with it the length it is.

Please keep requesting - y'all have awesome ideas we agree on a lot of stuff :) - my guidelines are here, and if you want some prompts, they are here.

also feel free to come in and start chatting to me in my asks, would love to get to know y'all better

and if you want to be added to my taglist let me know :)

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“Come on Logan, show ‘em why you deserved to be in the car last weekend.” 

Logan nodded as he pulled his helmet on and gave a thumbs up and a fist bump to Y/N. It was her first weekend at the grand prix, as she preferred to stay at home, and let James call her to give her an update. But James had been pleading with her to come ‘just once’ and after the disaster weekend they’d had in Australia, she had braved the timezone and flown out for Japan.

She sat down on the folding chairs with the rest of the pit crew, while PR managers and assistants and anyone who liked James, which was 90% of the garage, was trying to persuade her to sit on a more comfortable chair. She shook her head smiling, insisting she was fine as long as she wasn’t in the way, on the folding chair, with the pit crew. 

James shook his head fondly, gazing at his wife as she chatted to Alex’s race engineer, before he slung his headset on and walked out to the pit wall.

Unfortunately the joy in the Williams garage lasted all of about 1 corner. A cheer erupted as they all got through turn 1 okay, but it was yelled too soon.

“As they make their way through AND OFF INTO THE WALL, off into the wall goes the 2 cars, and a big crash into the tire barrier,”

“Yeah, that’s going to be an immediate safety car, a heavy impact for Ricciardo and Albon…”

“Red flag, red flag.”

Y/N could see the anger as the mechanics grew angry, yelling stuff, but it all felt muffled underwater, as the camera cut to a replay of the crash. She sat there, staring as she watched Daniel and Alex’s cars clobber the barriers again.

So much for good luck this weekend. She watched as Daniel hopped out of the car, and she saw that Alex was having a little trouble due to the tyres almost balanced perfectly on his halo.

She heard the other cars filtering into the pits and as the pit crews dash around the cars Y/N escape through the garage and up to the pit wall, where she spotted James chatting to some of the other mechanics. She quickly crossed the pit lane and hopped up to the pitwall.

“Hey darling, what are you doing here?”

Y/N didn’t know what to say to that. What was she doing here? She looked at her husband trying to convey all of her current thoughts through her eyes. Thankfully he seemed to get the message and embraced her in a hug.

“Don’t worry, don’t worry, they’re both fine, they’re both okay. The red flag is because the barrier is destroyed and they’ll be here before the end of the red flag, okay? I’m sorry darling, that must have been terrifying to see that crash, especially when you have no information. How about you stay here, I think Alex and Daniel will come from there,” he pointed somewhere, Y/N wasn’t paying attention properly “so they’ll walk past here and you can see that they’re completely safe and sound.”

Y/N nodded at that, and snuggled in further to her husband’s embrace as he asked about tyres for Logan’s restart and discussed new strategy, keeping an eye out for the 2 drivers.

come walking down the pit lane. She careful extracted herself from James’ embrace, he nodded as he saw the 2 drivers arriving.

Y/N ran over and embraced them both in a hug, ignoring the commentators comments of ‘mom’ and ‘awwww’ and she pulled them in close and started rambling

“Oh my god, are you okay, that was a big crash, are you sure you don’t need to go to the medical centre, wait, hang on, what’s the test, uuhhhh, how many fingers am i holding up?”

“2, Y/N, relax, we’re okay.” Daniel put a hand on her shoulder

“Y/N breathe okay, I know that was a big crash and that I think was your first big crash while being here, so I’d imagine it's a little scary, but it’s okay. We’re both okay, Daniel and I in one piece.” Alex pulled her into a hug, before releasing her.

Y/N didn’t trust her voice, just nodding and furiously wiping away at the tears falling down her face.

“C’mon, I’ll get you back to James and then by the time the red flag is over, I’ll be back from media and we can watch the race together, okay?”

Y/N nodded again, smiling more than she was as Alex led her back to James.

“Keep her safe until I get back, yeah boss?”

“Oh come on Alex, you don’t trust me with my own wife?”

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taglist: @leosxrealm, @tallrock35, @wolf-knights, @janeholt3, @pear-1206

[twisted-tales-of-all]

My Universe Returns to Me

Summary: Missing your boyfriend, you surprise him by watching the final concert of his group's tour, followed by a wonderful night together for the first time in months. Pairing: Stray Kids' Bangchan x afab!Reader Genre: Smutty One-shot with loads of fluff AUs/Tropes: idol!AU, established relationship, temporary-ldr, first meeting after a while Word Count: 2.1k Warnings: description-heavy, slight tinge of jealousy, occasional teasing, body worship (f. receiving), praise, unprotected sex, slight begging, orgasm (m. and f. receiving), breast fondling/nipple play, creampie, slight overstim during aftercare, it's pretty fluffy sex because Chris is a so deeply in love A/N: a drabble request turned into a full piece oops, I still italicized the prompts like the drabbles. Special thanks to the spirit who came to help me write this (they want to stay anon), and I hope everyone enjoys! As always, feel free to point out any missed warnings, and please reblog with feedback/reactions<3

It'd been far too long since you'd last met your boyfriend since they're currently on tour, so you decide to surprise him at the last concert. Sitting in the company-designated seats towards the back of the crowd, you take a picture of the stage and send it to him while they're doing soundcheck. When they head backstage again, you get a slew of messages in response, some just keyboard smashes and others excitedly asking whether he'd be able to see you later. Finally, he pouts about having to put his phone away and wishes for you to enjoy the show.

You choose not to answer most of his messages, simply telling him to have fun and that you can't wait to see him. The concert goes as smoothly as any last stop does, with plenty of tears and sappy moments sprinkled amongst the singing, dancing, and rehearsed skits. You take plenty of pictures of the screens that project the members to their fans, especially when your boyfriend is plastered on screen for all to see. After the concert ends, the VIP event begins. You watch all the lucky VIPs line up for their high fives and quick chats with the members, but you know better than to join that line - even if the company tickets come with the option to. The boys would all be too excited to see you, and you're not trying to get jumped by hundreds of fans for befriending the group. You walk out of the venue and make your way to the hotel, silently thanking Felix for telling you where they were staying so you could get a room in the same hotel.

Lounging in your room for an hour or so, your mind wanders to the VIP event. A pang in your chest alerts you of your slight jealousy of the fans who see your boyfriend before you, but you shove the thought away by remembering Chris' words from the last time you felt undeserving of him.

"No matter how well I treat the fans, I'm always thinking of you, y'know. You never leave my mind, and even all the stars are by your side. You're perfect in my eyes, and I'm always going to be by your side."

Taking yourself out of your head, you hear your phone ring. Answering without even checking the name, you don't get a word out before the chaos erupts from the other end.

"Where are youuuu? I want to see you and hug you and kiss you and hold you already." Chris whines, making you smile but roll your eyes.

The disgusted screams in the background prompt you to ask him whether they've returned to the hotel yet, but Felix's screams answer before Chris can, "Tell 'im to wait until he's alone to do this! We don't wanna hear him gush!"

Despite his pouts, you tell your boyfriend to call you back when he reaches the hotel, knowing he'll call the moment the van pulls up to the building. When you get the call, you give him the room number and tell him that he can come straight up if he wants or wait until he washes up. Within minutes, you hear someone knock on your door. He has a bag with his change of clothes and insists that it's easier to wash up in your room instead of waiting his turn for the showers in their four rooms. You roll your eyes, but he hugs you so tightly the moment the door closes that you can't help but smile. When the boys say he's whipped for you, these moments prove that for you.

After the initial hellos, filled with long hugs and dozens of kisses of varying intensities, he asks how you enjoyed the concert. His eyes fill with worry and anticipation, but they soften again as you tell him about all of the new pictures you have to tease everyone with. At the end of your ramble, you mention the event and pout about how he's STAY's boyfriend. He tilts his head as his face twists into a sad apologetic gaze, so you finish with a half-joke.

"Call me selfish, but I don't ever want anyone else to touch you."

He cups your cheeks as he teases you for being possessive, "Awh, my love feels like they aren't getting enough attention? Is that why you came all this way? You missed me that much?"

Even though he's eating it up, you point out that he's even more possessive, "You'd miss me just as bad if you didn't beg me for pictures every single day!"

"Shh, don't worry, I'll take very good care of you. You came all this way, after all."He deflects, turning on his deeper, more sultry voice as he leans in to kiss you again, trying to distract you from the topic of his own neediness.

The kiss holds more longing than those from earlier, as it's somehow softer but more sexually charged than before. Deepening the kiss, Chris puts a hand on the small of your back, guiding you to lean back and lie flat on the bed. As he holds himself above you, he relishes the moment - you're finally here with him after months of being apart for the tour, your lips soft and your hands safely resting on the back of his neck. You were right, after all; he'd lose his mind if he wasn't getting your daily selfies and updates. It showed in his movements now, as he melted into you, verifying to himself that it's not too good to be true - that the love of his life was in his grasp again.

He pulls away slightly, brushing a stray hair from your beautiful face as he gazes at you with love-filled eyes, getting himself lost in the sparkles in your eyes, shining as brightly as the stars in the night sky.

"Chris, stop staring at me. I'm getting shy."

"But you're so beautiful, I want to admire you some more." The distant smile on his face tells you more than his words do; how happy he must be and how unreal it must feel.

"It's not a dream. I can't lie here for you to stare at forever."

Taking that as his cue, he starts kissing your body, worshipping your very existence. Careful not to move your clothes much yet, he takes his time to kiss every knuckle on your hands and each mole on your exposed skin. You squirm, giving him another sign to move forward, and he obliges by slowly sliding his hands under your shirt. He hooks his thumbs under the hem as he glides his hands up your torso, leaving goosebumps from how softly he touches you. As he reaches your chest, his fingers graze over the lacy fabric of your bra, and you notice his jaw tighten as he resists the urge to pull your shirt off faster. Already committed to his worshipping today, he resists where he otherwise wouldn't.

Fully removing your shirt, his fingers gloss over your shoulders and make their way to your beautifully decorated breasts. Tracing the edges of the fabric, he muses about how beautiful you look in between kisses to your collarbones and upper chest. Careful not to focus on your breasts too much, he lowers himself, leaving a trail of soft kisses from the bottom of the bra down to the hem of your pants. He isn't as slow removing your pants, undoing them and pulling them down quickly to see you in your adorably delectable matching set. A deep growl forms in the back of his throat, prompting praise after praise of how wonderful you look and how glad he is knowing that you're all his.

Your face and core heat up even more at the praises thrown at your exposed body despite him praising you endlessly throughout the relationship. No matter what he says nor however many times he says similar things, they always feel so deeply genuine that you can't help the knot in your stomach or the blush forming on your face. As he lowers his face between your thighs, the knot in your stomach tightens. Alternating his kisses between your thighs, you continuously feel his warm breath, especially when he hovers over your covered entrance to admire the soaked-through fabric.

Getting desperate for him to touch the places he's actively avoiding, you whine, "Chris, please. I need you. Stop teasing."

Although he insists that he wasn't teasing, your begs kick him enough to stop fighting his urges. Quickly removing his clothes, you notice his cock throbbing already. Not one to waste time teasing himself, he quickly works to pull your panties down, groaning as a string of your wetness follows the movement. Too tempted by seeing you exposed to him like this, he doesn't bother to remove your bra. As he settles between your legs, you quickly remove it yourself, letting your breasts free of the cage you chose to show them off to your boyfriend in.

Before lining himself up, he drags two of his fingers between your lower lips, gathering up your pre-cum. Rubbing it on the tip of his dick, he counts that as enough lube as he's too eager to feel your walls engulf him to do more preparation. As he lines himself, he looks to you for approval, sliding in slowly after your nod.

The noise leaving his lips as he bottoms out sounds heavenly and feral mixed perfectly together. And you can't even blame him; he feels so good inside you, filling you up perfectly with his thickness pressing against your walls and fighting against your tightness. He pulls back slowly until he's only half inside before thrusting in again sharply. You love it when he does this, feeling like he's trying to connect the two of you together so eagerly, wanting to feel you always.

He picks up the pace, rocking his hips to continue hitting your best spots. You try to cover your mouth to muffle the inhuman noises he's pushing out of you, but when he lifts your legs over his shoulders, you can't contain yourself anymore. The sly one-sided smile painting his face tells you that he's enjoying himself, earning those kinds of sounds from you.

Between thrusts, he teases, "You, you missed me, a lot, huh?"

Moving one hand from your hips to your breast, he cups it to display your nipple to him. Keeping pace, he leans forward and takes your nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and sucking gently. As you tighten from the sensation, he groans against you, sending vibrating chills from your perky nipple to the rest of your body. All of the combined sensations work you up, and you feel your orgasm building as he continues thrusting deep inside you.

"Don't stop... Please, I'm close." You warn him.

He focuses on his thrusts, keeping a steady rhythm as he feels you clenching tighter around him again. A deep, guttural moan against your breast brings you over the edge, your orgasm rippling through your whole body as you shake and moan uncontrollably. Riding it out, Chris lifts his head to watch your face contort from the pleasure, praising you for not hiding yourself this time.

"There you go, my love. Feel it out. Let everything out. Good job."

When you come down from your high, you notice his thrusts getting sloppy. With both hands back on your hips, his grip tightens as he nears his own climax. As his grunts become more animalistic, he finishes inside you with one final deep thrust. The warm liquid fills you as his fingertips dig into your skin, only to release seconds later as his high comes to an end.

You watch his face writhe as he slowly pulls out of you. He quickly grabs one of the washcloths from the bathroom, wetting it slightly with warm water, and rubs your opening lightly with it. Wincing from the stimulation, you grab at the sheets. You know he's just trying to clean you off, but you're so sensitive from your orgasm that you can't help your reaction.

"Shh, I know. I'm sorry. I just want to help love." He places the cloth over your throbbing core and adds, "I'll draw you a bath, too. I'll hold you in there so you can rest properly."

Quietly, your voice hoarse from your screams, you call to him as he walks to the bathroom again, "Thank you, Chris. You're the best."

"Only because it's you. I love you, Y/N."

[fakeboycorrection]

Fakeboy storytime 3(I think?)

You wake up, tired and groggy, trying to remember what happened.

Last thing you remember, you were at the local gay bar. There were tons of dudes around you, but you had taken interest in one of the biggest guys in there. He was tall, handsome, and huge as hell, exactly your type....

Most of the guys around were twinks, a little feminine, or trans, like you. But not this guy. He was 100% masculine, and you loved it. You started flirting with him as soon as you saw him, and he seemed receptive. You were upfront with him about being trans and he was extremely respectful about it, still interested, though you were surprised at how much this shocked him. You never thought that you passed very well, but apparently he couldn't tell. Nice.

He offered to buy you a few drinks across the night, and you gladly accepted. You never considered yourself a lightweight, but the second drink he gave you, right after you got back from the bathroom, hit you hard. You were feeling tired. Confused. Dizzy. But he was kind. He offered up his water to you, took you outside, and got you in the back of his car, promising to get you home. You felt so nice and safe with him, slowly falling asleep in his car.

And now, there you were, waking up, strapped down to some kind of metal table. You felt like a piece of meat on display. You tried to yell out, but your mouth was gagged. You looked around. The room was dark and looked like some kind of basement. The walls looked thick and hard, and you weren't sure how deep you were. Wherever you were now, no one was going to hear you, even without that gag in your mouth.

You heard footsteps behind you. Slowly walking into your vision was the man from the bar last night. Your eyes suddenly widened as things started to make sense.... you couldn't believe how dumb you'd been. You'd fallen right into his hands.

"Well, good morning, sweetheart..." the man said. It was only then the you realized, you didn't even know this man's name, and he'd never bothered to ask yours. You two barely knew each other, and yet you'd been dumb enough to trust him this much...

"I'm sure you've already figured out where this is going, but if you haven't, I'll try to be upfront with you." He said, tearing off the small amount of fabric hiding your front hole from the world. You could only stare down in horror as he gazed at your body hungrily, getting ready to feast...

"Such a beautiful pussy... it's a shame that you hide it behind the disguise of being a girl." A wave of embarrassment washed over you. Not only was this man going to rape you, but he had lied about everything... he didn't even see you and crave you as a man, he wanted you as a girl. You struggled against your restraints, but it was no use. You were much too weak to break free.

The man started touching your pussy lightly, and you jolted up at the stimulation. "We're going to have plenty of fun, but I have another surprise to show you first..." he grabbed a remote from a nearby table and turned a monitor on, revealing a live camera feed of you, accompanied by a long list of chat messages.

"Say hello to your adoring audience, my beautiful girl..." the man smirked at you as your eyes flicked up and down, reading the chat messages. "They'll be giving me some... suggestions... on what to do with you tonight... you better hope they're merciful. Although, usually their arousal trumps any feelings of kindness they might have."

You read some of the messages.

'Fuck her pussy and make her cry'

'Breed her and leave the stream up 24/7! I want to see her swell...'

'Torture the bitch! She needs to know her place'

And there were some darker ones as well, some that scared you... some that made you worry that you'd never leave this basement again, if your captor decided to give in to those suggestions. You started shaking in fear, already crying, trying to plead with him their your gag.

"Oh? Feeling a little nervous about your first live performance? Don't worry, my dear... I'll start off slow with you, then ramp up over the next few weeks... but, by the end of this, I'll be doing literally anything they ask... I hope you weren't too attached to your freedom before this, because you can kiss it goodbye." He smiled, turning to read some of the messages for himself. "Ah, 'Make her admit that she's just a girl'. That's a good one... you did try to fool me at that bar, claiming to be a man and everything... you'll need some severe fixing for that." He started unbuckling his pants getting up onto the table and straddling your trapped body.

"Let's see how long it takes until you throw away all those silly "boy" thoughts, my pretty little girl.

You closed your eyes, trying to hide yourself from him in any way possible as he leaned in, kissing your neck and feeling up your sides. You could hear his throat growling quietly, right as his cock met the entrance to your front hole. Then, you heard him laugh.

"You're already wet for my cock? This might be easier than I thought..." your eyes shot open. Why the hell were you wet? You knew you weren't enjoying this, and yet...

You couldn't finish the thought as his cock entered you, deeper than you'd ever felt before. You'd only ever fooled around with other trans guys in the past, usually just doing stuff with your hands and mouths. But this... this was different... it felt like an entirely new experience. You felt your body betraying you, starting to enjoy the man's cock thrusting in and out of your pussy... you couldn't stop yourself from lightly moaning. The man just smiled down at you, proud of how easily you were being broken down.

"Such a good girl... your audience is loving it..." he grunted, thrusting harder. You couldn't deny it now, that it felt physically good, but in your mind, you were still terrified of him. Scared about what he might do to you in the days to come. Afraid of how far he might go. The chat wasn't scared of going too far though, as you read a few more messages, feeling his cock fill up every inch of you hole. You glanced over at it, reading more.

'Cum inside!'

'Never let this bitch go, she's taking it so well already. She's a keeper.'

'Get some of the toys out, this is boring'

And one more messages, the implications of which scared you more than you could ever have realized...

'Do you think he'll do an auction on this one, or just dispose of her when he's done? I'd love to own that piece of meat...'

Reading that made you realize that there were only two ways that this captivity was going to end, and neither sounded pleasant. You started to cry again, a harsh contrast to the incredible feelings happening inside your cunt. Your captor just laughed.

"Finally figuring out just how fucked you are, hm? Well, don't worry, I've got a gift for you..." he leaned in and bit your neck hard, probably drawing blood, until you finally felt a warm feeling filling up your insides, accompanied by his grunts. You could feel his cock pulsing as he filled you up with his load, to the point that it started dripping all over the floor, spilling out everywhere, such a massive load...

After nearly a minute of cumming, he finally pulled out, looking down to admire his work. "Yep, that's a properly used pussy... I'm sure you feel like a real "man" now, don't you cunt? Dripping cum out of your pussy, so 'masculine'." He said, laughing. "Well, that was fun, but we've got plenty more work to do." He got up and walked over to the monitor, reading through more chat messages. Your heart sunk as he looked through more and more messages, that just seemed to be getting more humiliating and violent by the second.

"Let's see... that one looks fun!" He said, pointing to a specific message. "Should help us break your dumb little boy thoughts..."

You read the message, and your heart sunk.

'Breed her.'