#god i'm sorry again for doing this on here

[ari-ana-bel-la]

Can you please do a George having a daughter the same age as Kimi, and he finds out there dating, and freaking out?

The boyfriend/teammate

"I can't believe he thinks he's faster than me through Sector 2," Kimi scoffed, tossing a protein bar toward Yn, who caught it effortlessly.

They were sitting on a low wall just behind the hospitality area, the warm hum of the paddock swirling around them. Mechanics rushed by, PR people clicked down the walkways in sharp heels, and the ever-present sound of tires being rolled echoed nearby.

"You are faster," Yn said with a smirk, unwrapping the bar. "But he's not wrong about your starts. Those are a disaster."

"Okay, rude," Kimi mock-pouted. "I'm trying my best."

"Your best almost ended up in the pit wall in Bahrain."

Kimi blinked at her. "That was one time."

Yn arched an eyebrow. "Two."

"Okay, fine. Twice. But we’re not talking about that anymore. We’re talking about how awesome I am in Sector 2."

"Your ego needs its own garage space."

Kimi grinned, leaning back on his hands. "You love it."

Yn flushed, just barely, the warmth rising in her cheeks not from the sun.

She did. God help her, she really did.

Yn had grown up in the paddock. Her earliest memories included race day adrenaline, the scent of burning rubber, and her dad’s voice on the radio. By the time she was twelve, she could tell the difference between tire compounds just by looking. By fourteen, she was helping her dad review telemetry.

And now at eighteen, she had the run of the paddock like it was her second home.

Which was great.

Except for the part where her dad’s new teammate was annoyingly charming and exactly her type.

Kimi was just a few months older. He was confident, a little too pretty for his own good, and had a laugh that made her stomach flutter.

It had started slow. A shared joke here. A walk back from the media pen. Watching data together. And then... more.

Now, they snuck hand squeezes behind hospitality tents, exchanged texts all through the night, and once, memorably, made out in the motorhome when the team was at a strategy meeting.

But they'd kept it quiet.

Until now.

"You what?!"

George stood in the team’s motorhome, eyes wide, voice somewhere between a shout and a squeak.

Yn winced. "Dad, calm down."

"I am calm!" George said, clearly not calm. "You’re dating him?"

Kimi, ever unbothered, lifted his hand in a little wave. "Hi."

"Don’t 'hi' me! I trusted you! I mentored you! I— I— I taught you how to heel-and-toe!"

"That was very helpful, thank you," Kimi said earnestly.

George flailed. "Kimi!"

"Dad," Yn said, stepping between them, voice steady. "It’s not like we planned it. We just... started spending time together. You know how often I'm around."

"Yes, and I trusted him!"

"I’m still me," Kimi offered. "Just with your daughter’s number now."

"Not helping!"

"Sorry."

George paced a few steps, hands on his hips, then turned to his daughter.

"Yn. You’re my little girl."

"I’m eighteen."

"My baby girl."

Yn groaned. "You let me drive a car at Silverstone at fifteen."

"Exactly! Because I trust you! But this—this is different."

"Why? Because it’s Kimi?"

"Yes! No! I mean—he’s my teammate!"

Kimi raised a finger. "I’ll never crash into him on purpose."

George stopped pacing. "On purpose?"

"I mean—I wouldn’t crash at all. Sorry. That came out wrong."

George sighed dramatically and sank onto the couch.

"This is going to be a disaster."

"Or not," Yn said softly. "Dad... we care about each other. A lot."

George looked up at her, then over at Kimi, who looked surprisingly earnest. He’d taken his cap off, ruffling his hair like he always did when nervous.

"I’ll take care of her," Kimi said. "Promise."

There was a long pause.

George sighed again. "I need coffee."

The next day, the entire paddock knew.

Not because they told anyone.

Because George told everyone.

"Did you know my daughter is dating Kimi?" he said to a stunned Toto at the morning briefing.

Toto blinked. "...Congratulations?"

"Thanks. I think. Maybe. I don’t know!"

When Max wandered into the lounge later, George cornered him.

"She’s seeing Kimi."

"...And you’re telling me this why?"

"Because you’ve known him for years! Should I be worried?"

Max blinked. "About what? That he’s gonna crash her into a wall of roses? He’s the most boringly respectful guy I’ve ever met."

George frowned. "That's what worries me. No one is that respectful."

Later that afternoon, Kimi was cornered by a swarm of drivers in the cool down room.

"You’re dating George’s daughter?" Lando asked, grinning wide.

"Please tell me you told George in the car."

"No, it was in the motorhome," Kimi muttered.

"Coward," Pierre said, flopping onto a beanbag. "I would’ve done it in the garage. With the radio on."

Oscar leaned over. "Are you scared of him?"

"Terrified," Kimi admitted. "He keeps looking at me like he’s imagining pit stop sabotage."

George, for his part, was trying to be supportive.

He just... had moments.

Like when he stood outside the motorhome while Kimi and Yn were inside, dramatically clearing his throat every five minutes.

Or when he "accidentally" sat between them at dinner.

Or when he started casually asking Kimi about his intentions. Every day. In public.

"So, Kimi," George said, strolling up with a totally fake smile, "where do you see yourself in five years?"

Kimi blinked. "...Still racing, maybe. Traveling. With Yn, hopefully."

George narrowed his eyes. "Mm-hm."

"You asked," Kimi said defensively.

"Just making sure we’re on the same page."

Yn rolled her eyes so hard she almost tipped over.

But slowly, things softened.

George saw how Kimi waited for Yn outside of interviews. How he held her hand protectively in crowded media zones. How he watched her with the same tenderness George remembered in Carmen’s eyes when Yn was born.

One evening, George found them sitting under a canopy of stars behind the paddock, Kimi’s jacket wrapped around Yn’s shoulders, her head on his shoulder.

George didn’t interrupt.

Just watched for a moment.

Then smiled.

The race that weekend was a blur of chaos—rain, safety cars, unexpected pit stops. Kimi managed a podium. George finished just behind.

As they stepped off the podium, champagne-soaked and exhausted, George nudged Kimi.

"Nice drive."

Kimi turned, blinking. "Thanks. You too."

George gave him a long look.

Then smirked.

"Hurt her and I’ll replace your steering wheel with a baguette."

Kimi grinned. "Noted."

"Good. Now go kiss your girlfriend before the photographers find her."

And with that, George walked off, already planning to call Carmen and tell her everything.

Kimi ran straight to Yn, swept her up in a hug, spinning her slightly before pressing a kiss to her lips. She laughed into it, arms wrapped tight around his neck.

"He smiled," Kimi whispered.

"My dad?"

"He didn’t even flinch."

"Wow. Progress."

"Do you think he likes me now?"

Yn grinned. "Let’s not get ahead of ourselves."

Back in the motorhome that night, George flopped onto the couch beside Carmen.

"She’s in love."

Carmen looked up from her book. "We knew that."

"With Kimi."

She smiled. "I know."

George groaned. "I’m not ready."

Carmen kissed his cheek. "You don’t have to be. You just have to be there."

He sighed. "Do you think I can still scare him a little? Just to keep him on his toes?"

Carmen smirked. "Oh, absolutely. That’s a father’s job."

George nodded. "Good. Tomorrow I’m sending him a list of dating rules."

Carmen raised an eyebrow. "Color-coded?"

"Laminated."

She laughed, leaning into him.

And in the next room, Yn and Kimi lay curled on the couch, watching old race replays, fingers entwined, hearts full.

Love, it seemed, had found its place on the grid.

Even if it had to dodge a few protective elbows along the way.

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Authors Note: Hey loves. I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you!

Also, please ignore that the ages of the people don't really make sense. Thank you!

Another also, thank you to 🐴Anon for your kind words (OMG, I have an anon (can I even say that?)).

To answer some questions, yes I can speak German because I'm from Austria. About writing Part 2's for some stories, I'll have to think about that.

Thank you for all your kind words and support!

Special shoutout to @heyitspapayaontop for defending me with their life. Now that's what I call a real girls girl

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[rafesheaven]

how i met your mother જ⁀➴♡

warnings — fluff, strangers to lovers, story of how rafe & reader met, being set up on a date, reader & rafe both being stood up, light teasing, rafe making reader easily flustered, the entirety of this is the past & the present is under the heart divider. a/n — reuploaded valentine's event fic (originally posted 2/10)

"why did i agree to this again?" you mutter, wishing you were home. yet here you are, waiting in a restaurant for your date to arrive. you had only agreed to this date because there was no use in arguing with your friend, who decided to set you up on a date with one of her co-workers. you knew she was only looking out for you and didn't want you sulking to yourself in your apartment, but you were dreading the date after being broken up with on valentine's last year.

you huffed as fifteen minutes passed, and there was still no sign of your date. you reached for your phone to thumb through your messages in case he sent a text about running late before placing your phone onto the table when you found zero messages. your eyes scan the dimly lit restaurant before propping your chin onto the palm of your hand. your fingers drummed against the cloth, frowning at the sound of laughter from couples surrounding you. "happy valentine's day to me," you stared at the empty seat.

the hostess made her way over, and you could see the pitiful look on her face as she made her way to the table. "i'm sorry, but we're going to have to ask you to give up the table." your shoulders slumped, wishing the ground would open and swallow you whole, "oh…um, can i stay a little longer? in case he's running late?" she gave you an apologetic smile, "i'm really sorry, i hate doing this. if it was up to me, i would let you."

"no, it's okay, you're just doing your job. i understand, but thank you," you gave her a small smile, grabbing your phone to slip into your purse. you stood up, throwing your purse over your shoulder, and exited the restaurant. frustrated, you pulled your phone out to call tyler, who was supposed to be your date, when you bumped into someone. "shit, i'm sorry, i wasn't looking where i was going," you ushered an apology. "it's okay, it was partially my fault," rafe chuckled, picking up your phone.

"hey, are you okay?" your eyes snapped to the man in front of you, "yeah, i'm fine, just ready to be home. it's been a long night," you muttered. “yeah, tell me about it,” rafe snickered, "i was walking up to the restaurant to meet my date, only to see her leaving with her ex-boyfriend." his fingers brushed against yours as he handed you your phone. you couldn't deny he was attractive, which made it hard for you to believe his date just up and left him, "if it makes you feel better, i was stood up."

"you’re telling me someone decided to skip out on a date with you? not only is he a dumbass, but he’s clearly blind." rafe snorted, shaking his head. he was just as confused as you were when he told you his date left him. “yeah, it seems like i don’t have luck with valentine’s day,” you joked, hoping he wouldn’t notice how easily flustered he made you. rafe noticed how you avoided eye contact with him, “i guess we should change that, huh? you know…i still have ten minutes till my reservation, it’d be a shame to let it go to waste.”

“i-i don’t even know your name, and we’re going on a date?” your cheeks grew warmer by the second. “oh, so it’s a date, huh?” he hummed, enjoying the way your eyes widened as you struggled to find words. “n-no, that’s not what i meant–i just–” you stuttered. “getting all shy on me already? you’re cute when you’re flustered,” he teased.

“n-no,” god, you wish you would stop tripping over your words. you can’t even remember the last time someone made you this nervous. “rafe,” he laughed, “huh?” you furrowed your brows. “my name is rafe. i figured i’d tell you my name if we’re going on a date,” he grinned, knowingly using your words against you.

“that’s the story of how i met your mother,” rafe kissed the crown of your daughter’s head, bouncing her up and down his leg. you smiled to yourself, pushing yourself off the doorframe, “no more stories for tonight, you have school tomorrow.” rafe stood up, carefully setting her down in her bed to tuck her in.“i’m glad your dates didn’t show up,” your daughter yawned. “me too, baby,” rafe chuckled, his eyes already fixed on you before planting a kiss on your cheek.

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[bernardsbendystraws]

You Don’t Own Me

SERIES MASTERLIST

Chris Sturniolo lives by his own rules, refusing to be controlled. Some see him as a rebel, a troublemaker—but is that the full truth? Meanwhile, Y/N is focused on making the most of her last year of high school, determined to have a normal teenage experience. But when their worlds collide, they realize they may have more in common than they ever expected.

WARNINGS: COPYRIGHT NOTICE. Kissing, making out, face sitting, munch!chris, fem!receiving, slight family angst, mentions of previous relationship age gap

A/N: I'm sorry but they have so much chemistry that the smut is irresistible to write sometimes...(I'm not sorry)

With love and big tits, Rose

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P22: Relax, Baby…

It’s warm. I feel the soft caress of one of his hands on my waist, the other massaging under my thigh. My head is nuzzled on his chest, my leg resting across his body as I try to keep my heavy eyes open, the slight rain against my window creating a peaceful aura that makes it hard to stay awake with the exhaustion pulling on my mind. 

“Morning,” he says, his voice still rough with hints of sleep. My crusted eyelashes pulling apart with each flutter of my eyes makes a sigh of frustration leave my lips. 

The light rain against my window is comforting and so is his touch, but it’s not enough to make the ache in my heart any less apparent. 

“How’d you sleep?” he asks, looking down at me with a sullen expression. I shake my head against his chest, my eyes squinting shut as I try to push the relentless anxieties aside. 

Sleeping with Chris has always been refreshing, but right now I feel awful—exhausted, even. I know I slept, but it doesn’t feel like my brain ever stopped looping around the memory of my ex in my house yesterday. 

Shrugging, I hear Chris part his lips, closing them with a subtle smack. 

He wants to ask, I can tell he’s dying to know more, but he’s trying to just comfort instead of pry for once. Thank god. I don’t think I could handle another thing going wrong. Especially not with him. He’s the one thing I’ve been looking forward to when I wake up, sometimes the only thought that makes it easier to take deep breaths throughout the day. 

“Do you—” His words are cut off by a knock at my door. 

Chris grips me tighter, his body tensing as my moms voice sounds, “I’m leaving for my trip. Baylen has your phone, he’ll give it back later today, just—he’s in charge.” 

Of course he’s in charge. 

Of course he has my phone. 

Of course she only said goodbye instead of even checking up on me. It would suck to be caught with a boy in my room, but maybe then I’d feel like she cared. 

I don’t respond. Chris relaxes beneath me as we hear her footsteps drift further away from my bedroom. Before I can truly let out the breath stuck in my chest, another knock occurs. 

“Hey, I’m, uh, going to the gym, be back later.” 

Baylen. He sounds annoyed to even have to be telling me through the door, but he walks off before I even have the chance to process his words. 

Chris pulls me in tighter, kissing the crown of my head as he rolls us over, both of us on our side facing towards each other. “Are you…you okay?” he asks, bringing a hand upwards to caress my messy hair behind my face. 

Giving him a blank look, I spare a small shrug. Chris wordlessly pulls me into his chest, cradling the back of my head as I bathe in the comfort of his arms. 

“My ex…he’s gonna be Baylen’s new roommate apparently.” 

The statement leads to silence. I feel the subtle tighten of his grip before it loosens, his chest heaving with a deep breath as his jaw clicks. 

“Isn’t Baylen in college?” he asks, his voice horse and rough. I nod against him. Chris clears his throat, his hands shifting to comb through my hair again. “I…I’m trying not to push, but…but, help me out here…what’s going on? what’s this, um, what’s this…mean?” 

I melt at his soft request. My nostrils flare as I take in a big inhale, letting my lungs fill before slowly letting the air fall through my lips. “We dated a while ago—almost two years ago, but—but, um, Baylen doesn’t know. I knew he’d freak if he found out I was dating a college guy–” 

My words halt as Chris lets out a huff of air. He relaxes, his body collapsing into the bed as his hand soothes through my hair, almost as if it’s more his comfort more than my own. 

“I hate him,” I breathe, my lips pursing together as I stare into his chest, “-I hate him so much and now he’s acting like he’s all buddy-buddy with my brother. It—fuck, it’s so stupid. I just wish…I wish he’d just…disappear.” I mumble, my words barely coherent. 

Chris pulls away from me, looking down and peering directly into my eyes with his own. I feel my face grow hot, the lump in my throat unbearable as I try to swallow. 

“If…if you need me, I’m here, alright?” he says, his voice firm and direct with a hint of sympathy laced in his features. 

As I nod, he pulls me into his chest tightly. I let my body melt against his, breathing in his scent as I take a large breath of air. 

This sucks—this is absolutely awful—but it doesn’t feel as horrible in his arms. 

And at least that’s something. 

___

I didn’t wait for Baylen to come home, Chris and I walked to his house, immediately greeted by a big hug from Jimmy as soon as we went inside the home. 

A couple pieces of bacon and some hash browns later, we were both sitting on his bed, his hands on my hips as I straddled his lap, his eyes peering up at me with a soft gleam as the light rain patters harder against his window. 

Jimmy had taken Trevor to some pet store. He asked if we wanted to come with, which I thought was really cute, but Chris said he wanted to ‘lay down and relax,’ which obviously required me. 

He’s such a dumbass, but in a good way. 

And Matt wasn’t even home, he was with Mia. The thought of them together made it impossible for me to let the smile fall off of my face, even more impossible when Chris kept showering me in affirmations. 

“You’re pretty.” 

His words make my pulse hammer against my chest, the repeated compliment resulting in my cheeks hurting from how red and tense they are. 

My skin is crawling with warmth under his delicate touch on either side of my hips. I’m currently dressed in his sweatshirt and some sweats, but his fingers are underneath the fabric of the hoodie, resting above the hem of the pants with no intent other than to feel my bare skin against his own. 

“Shut up, Chris,” I joke, pushing my hands through his hair playfully. 

He leans into the touch. I watch as his eyes squint with a smile, his face flushed as he mumbles under his breath, “It’s true…can’t help it, baby.” 

Oh. 

Baby?

I freeze, my hands falling limp on his shoulders as I stare down at him with wide eyes. Chris bites on his lower lip, an evident smirk growing on his face as his eyes twinkle with mischief. My stomach drops, a knot of heat piling as he teasingly runs his hands up my sides. 

“My bad, my bad,” he laughs, licking over his teeth as he squeezes lightly under my breasts with both hands. Chris lets his hands fall downward. The heat of his bare skin on mine dissipates as he rests his hands on the tops of my thighs. 

He’s such a tease. 

Greedily, I reach down, pulling his hands back underneath my clothes. Chris laughs, squeezing lightly onto my sides, tracing his fingers lightly. “Want me to touch you, huh?” he taunts. 

Something burns inside of me from his words. I lean down, his eyes widening from the lack of distance. His breath fans across my lips. I let myself close the gap, my lips curling as I feel him slot his lips between my own.

A puff of laughter falls from my mouth as he holds the back of my neck, straining to close the miniscule distance between our lips as he slides his tongue across my bottom lip. I immediately let him venture the muscle into my mouth, his movements feeling slow and passionate. 

“Hmmmm,” he hums, the vibration against the kiss making my chest tighten as I feel the pressure build between my legs. 

The way he’s kissing me is everything—it’s warm, romantic, and torturously slow. 

I feel his tongue slide against my own, my hands clutching onto his shoulder tighter as my balance wavers on top of him. Chris drops his hands back down to right below my breasts, gripping firmly to keep me steady as we pull away from each other, gasping for air. 

“You—you good?” he pants. 

I nod my head, dizzy with my ears ringing. Chris tugs at the hem of my sweats, his eyes plundering into mine with a pleading expression etched on his face. 

“Can…can these come off? Can I…can I touch you?” he asks. 

My eyes bulge from the question, my back arching slightly, an automatic reaction from his breathless request. 

Nodding, I lift my hips as he tugs the fabric down, kicking the pants off and letting them carelessly fall to the floor. Cold air rushes up my legs, the shocking temperature change most apparent against my core as he pushes my inner thighs further apart while I straddle myself over his lap again. 

“Fuck…” Chris mutters, his eyes entranced at the sight between my legs as both of his hands settle on my upper thighs, one of them inching upward as he looks up at me with yearning. 

Biting my lower lip, I nod. Chris lets out a shaky breath, his fingers lightly tracing just along the hem of my underwear. 

Oh god. 

The cool air of his room intensifies as I feel myself grow wetter. His teasing touch travels right beside the bridge of my panties, the pads of his fingers delicately pressing against my core through the fabric as my jaw drops open.

My eyes plunder into his. He’s staring directly at me, his lips slightly parted as he hesitantly rubs the pad of his thumb in circles around my entrance through the thin cloth. 

I let myself grind into the touch, a sharp breath erupting through my lips as he carefully drags his hand upwards, using three fingers to flatten and push against my heat, rubbing circles as I feel my clit ache beneath his touch. 

“Chris,” I pant, my brows furrowing as he presses his hand further against me. The added friction makes my thighs quiver, my legs tensing as I try to create more movement. 

Before anything intensifies, it stops. 

My hips roll desperately, my muscles burning as I hear Chris gulp.

“Please, I—” I look down at him, watching his lips smack open and shut as he stares up at me with desperate eyes, “-please. Sit on my face, I…please,” he whispers, completely breathless as his hands massage over the tops of my thighs.

My body freezes hearing his request. He gently pulls on my hips, but I plant my hands on his chest, staring down at him with thoughts sprinting through my head. 

“I’ve, um, I’ver never done that, I don’t wanna hurt you—”

“You won’t,” he rushes, his eyes softening as he places his grip on either side of my hips, “-you won’t.” 

Swallowing thickly, I feel my head get lighter. The thought of him between my legs like that makes my heart skip over a beat, but it also makes me nervous. 

Well, nervous and excited. I can’t differentiate the two when he stares at me like he needs me more than anything.

“Please, baby, I…I want it so bad,” he purrs, his voice strained with longing as the nickname rolls off his lips naturally. 

His words lure my thoughts to silence. Instincts radiate over my skin, consuming my racing heartbeat as I drag his hands to the side of my underwear, helping him as he drags the fabric down. 

“Fuck—thank you,” he whispers, a heavy gulp from his end making my body itch with desire as I awkwardly shift to let my panties fall to the ground. 

Chris directs me to straddle him again, this time pulling me upwards. I halt, my hands tangling in his hair as I hover over his face. Chris tugs on my hips, whining before staring up at me with pleading eyes. 

“Just…let me know if I’m hurting you—”

“I will, I will,” he interrupts, licking over his lips as he peppers light kisses on the inside of my thighs. 

Slightly lowering myself, I gasp as I feel him lick against my hooded clit. Chris moans from the taste, immediately pulling me harder onto him before starting to sloppily make out with the sensitive bud like he was with my own lips just minutes ago. 

“Oh…oh—my god,” I gasp, my hands latching onto his head board as I feel his mouth desperately devouring me. 

My hips buck against his face as he sucks onto my clit, my pulse thumping through every pore of my body as I feel his hands lock around my thighs, keeping me steady as he continues to eat me like he needs it to breathe. 

“I—fuck, just…” he pants, my dripping slick against his lips echoing with a sloppy noise as he kisses me between his words, “-so good, tastes so damn good,” he praises, not wasting another breath between burying his tongue between my legs.

My mouth drops open. I feel his wet muscle prod against my entrance, tracing around the rim of my hole as I clench around nothing. 

He slowly slides in his tongue, the intrusion feeling utterly intimate. “God, Chris,” I moan, his nose wiggling against my clit as he shakes his head softly from side to side. 

One of his hands readjusts, his thumb writhing against my sensitive bud as I feel him crane his head to push his tongue even deeper inside of me. 

He hums into me. The vibration makes an elongated moan fall from my mouth, the sound seeming like encouragement for him to repeat the same action again.

And again. 

And again.

It’s so good. I can’t think of anything but him, the way he’s holding me—the way he’s making me feel. 

Every inch of my body burns with a warm electricity, my limbs starting to tighten as I feel the knots in my stomach build with pressure. 

I’m so close, but something is holding me back. 

Chris seems to notice, pulling back breathless as he kisses my inner thighs between words, “-c’mon, just—relax. Let—let go for me,” he says, diving in even hungrier than before. 

My body seems to comply with his words. I feel palpable to his touch, hot waves of bliss crashing over me relentlessly as he rubs on my clit, fucking his tongue into me with sloppy noises echoing in the room. 

“Chr—fuck, Chris!” I yelp, my voice cracking as he rubs me just right, the feelings so consuming that the knot in my stomach bursts before I can even give him a proper warning. 

My hips rock on his face. Chris slowly brings his actions to a stop, letting me ride out the high before helping me hover over his face as my legs shake on either side of his head. 

“You’re…you’re perfect for me, you know that?” he praises, his words making me let out a humors sigh. 

A breath halts in my chest as he lightly presses a kiss against my pulsating core again. I look down, watching as he gives me a sympathetic smile with devious eyes. 

“Hmmmmm…sorry, couldn’t help myself,” he whispers, slowly helping me climb off and lay on the bed. I rest on my back, the sound of his shuffling barely registering as I try to ground myself. 

The sensation of fabric gliding over my legs makes me look down. My eyes crinkle with amusement as he pulls my underwear over my hips, his eyes struggling to stay on my face as he licks over his lips while staring between my legs. 

“All good?” he asks. 

I nod, smiling as he spares me a soft grin, his eyes gleaming into mine as he slowly leans down, pressing a gentle kiss against the top of my underwear. “Good,” he murmurs. 

My chest slows rising and falling as I reach my hand down to comb through his hair. Chris gets comfortable, laying on his side with his cheek resting against my pelvis and his arms hugging one of my legs as he kisses my thigh mindlessly. 

“I thought you wanted to ‘lay down and relax,’ hm? What happened to that?” I tut, his words from earlier echoing through my head. 

Chirs hums, clutching my leg closer in his hold. “I’ve been laying down and relaxing, I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about...” he puffs, his voice silky and calm with a slight sarcasm that makes my nose scrunch from a lighthearted feeling washing over the energy in the room. 

I really like him. I like how he makes me feel, I like how he tries to compromise and always tries to be mindful of my needs. 

I like how he’s him—I like how he makes me feel like me. 

[yoiisa]

what kind of drunk are they?

a/n: FIRST POST YAYYYY!! I wanted to cast a wide net with this one, so when I say I had like five tabs of character wikis open at once of all the different shows, I mean that. Im sure I still missed someone's fav characters tho, and Im sorrryyyy ToT.

Anyways, tag yourself as what kinda drunk you are, or tag your other favs as their type of drunk. I'm mopey/cuddly!!

THE MOPEY ONE!

"Y/N!" You turn your head from your drink to see your boyfriend hunched over the counter of the bar. He throws his head back as he wails for you, before putting his head back onto the counter. You giggle and walk over to him, just for him to open his mouth and call out, "Y/N!!" As you approach the counter again, one of the bartenders gives you a relived look. "Thank god, he's been like this for the past ten minutes. Are you his partner?" they ask. You nod and take the seat next to your boyfriend. "He gets like this when he gets really drunk. I'm sorry if it's a disturbance." The bartender shrugs. "As long as he's not shouting anymore-" "Y/N!!" "Oh my god, I'm here, I'm here," you laugh and pat his head. He lifts his head from where he'd burrowed it into his arms and pouts as he stares up at you. His eyes are wide and wet, and he sniffles. "Where'd you goooooooooo? I was so lonely..." "You were drinking babe," you giggle, petting him softly. "I thought you were kept company?" His pout somehow grows deeper and shakes his head. He leans into your touch and shakes his head. "I only wan' you..."

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THE CUDDLY/GIGGLY ONE!

There is absolutely no universe where you should've been able to actually carry your boyfriend home from the bar. Maybe the alcohol had given you super strength though, because here you are. "Stop going to the gym," you groan as you dump your boyfriend on your couch. You stare down at him, considering the likelihood of him throwing up. No. He wouldn't. You don't think so at least. He stares up at you and smiles. A string of erratic giggles pour from his lips as he reaches up to you, his arms ready to wrap around you and yank you straight down to his chest. "C'mere!" he cheers. "Wanna cuddle!" "Umm," you laugh, "wait, stay like that." You reach for your phone from your pocket, but your heart stops when you notice it's not in your pocket anymore. No, no no no no- Did you leave it in the bar? Did it fall out of your pocket on the way home? Hopefully it's in the car maybe- "Looking for this?" he asks coyly, holding up your phone in between his thumb and index finger. He waves it in front of your face, "Snatched it from your pocket!" You sigh and rub your hands over your face. "Thank you, now give it-" "No!" he shouts and tosses it onto the floor. You watch it for a moment as it (thankfully) falls onto the plush carpet. In your moment of fear and surprise, you freeze and he attacks. He leaps from the couch and wraps his arms like a vice around your shoulders. Before you can think, he practically drags you down to the couch with him. He legs wrap around your waist and he nuzzles his face into your neck. "Perfect," he hums and you finally give into your fate.

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THE STOIC ONE!

You could not stop laughing. Your stomach was beginning to hurt. Your boyfriend - sweet, perfect, loving boyfriend - looked so fucking stupid right now. His face, flushed from the amount of alcohol he'd consumed, was still as stone. You had your camera in his face, and was prodding his cheek, but he would not look at you! For anything! It was hilarious. He was so laser focused on just being able to stay upright, you honestly felt a little bit bad. But then he'd do a frog blink, where one eye'd go down before the other, and you'd be back to losing your fucking mind over his state. "Maybe you had too much?" you suggest, but the silence you're met with makes you burst out into giggles. You try to take it a step further after another moment, and prod him in his stomach. You're gaze drops to his side when you feel his abs. There's no way. This fucker tensed his stomach. In fact, he's tensed his whole body! You slump against his shoulder and try to calm down, but it's a bit of a losing battle. You look up at him once you've finally slowed down and beam up at him. "Baby boy, how much did you drink?" Finally, you seem to snap him out of it. He slowly turns his head to look at you, as if he's terrified that if he moves too quickly, his head'll twist right off. When he finally manages to meet your gaze though, his heart stops. Perfect. Oh my god. You're so perfect. You're eyes are glowing in the dim lighting of the bar, your skin glows red, but it's just the right amount to make you look like you have a romantic aura. Your hair is falling just right over your forehead, and your cheeks are puffed up in a smile. His mask finally cracks ever so slightly, and he leans down to press his forehead against yours. His nose brushes yours, and you hum. "I think I had too much," he whispers. "I might puke." "If you puke on me, I'll poison your toothpaste." "Gothcha."

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THE SOBER ONE!

You're head was pounding, and you blearily looked around at the shot glasses, martini glasses, champagne flutes, wine glasses, and every other type of glass known to man. You'd dared your boyfriend that you'd be able to out drink him, but right now you just felt like crying. You and him had drank the same amount, who knew how much the tab was. And yet, you were the one completely drunk out of your mind, while he was chilling in the stool next to you, watching you with a smirk. No, actually, you were pissed as hell. You whip your head around to look at the bastard, and all you get is blurry vision and a sensation akin to getting shot in the head. "It's okay, shh, shh," he says, petting your head and cooing. "Just cool down, I ordered you water." "Nnnnnnnoooooo! Screeeeeeewwwww you!" You slap his hand away and whimper. "My head hurts..." "Yeah sweetie, I'm pretty sure you drank half your weight in alcohol . . ." he sighs. He adds, more to himself than anything, "I didn't even know that was possible." " 'Ts not fair," you whine. "You always beat me in everything!" "You're so whiny all the time," he teases. You punch him in the ribs. "Babe, what the fuck!" he coughs. He doubles over and his head hangs as he tries to regain his standing. You giggle and his heart aches at the sound. He looks up at you and his eyes soften as he sees you laughing softly. "Well, you're stronger than me so at least there's that." "Mmmmm, carry me!" you ask, stretching your arms up, even though he's still hunched over. "Yes princess," and after he pays for the tab, he has one arm hooked beneath your knees, another wrapped behind your back, and your heels dangling from his fingers.

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[littlelovelunette]

Okay, I have this funny idea. Where Vi and Reader are babysitting Isha and they were having fun. Isha saw candy and went to see some, but when she got over there. There was a 20 year old man who was talking and told her, you are so pretty, I can’t wait to see you grow up. Isha smiled and went back to Vi and Reader. Vi asked, you alright? Isha asked in hand sign language about, “hey what does the man said that he can’t wait to see me on 10 years? When she said that Vi eyes widened and Reader face changed into something dark. Vi saw Reader’s face and in her mind she thought, “oh shit she is pissed.” Reader sweetly told Isha to stay with Vi. After that, Reader found the man and she said in a dark voice, “If you ever go near her again, I’ll make sure you will never be found and that is a damn promise.” The man was scared of his life and he flew. She got back to Vi and Isha and let’s just say Vi was turned on.

Confronting

Vi x Wife!Reader

Contains a creep who's a pediphile, mentioned death of said creep, vi is horny, violent talk.

Isha mutely pointed towards the cotton candy stand and you were Vi were taking a break on the bench. God forbid taking care of a kid could've been so physically straining. "You want that?" You asked and Isha nodded.

"Go ahead then, we can watch from here." Vi said, her legs man spread as she absentmindedly licked her ice-cream cone.

As Isha stood in line for an ice-cream, she looked up at the man that approached her. He wasn't too shabby looking, just very tall and he had bags under his eyes.

The man crouches down to Isha's height, "You alone in here, kid?"

She gave him a long silent stare before she shook her head, pointing towards you both. The man looked at the pair of you having a playful banter and some ice-cream on the bench. Vi's muscles seemed to make him visibly shiver.

"What's your name, sweet thing?" The man asked Isha, clearly not getting the hint that she's mute. Isha didnt reply to him verbally, and gestured to the man selling candy to give her one. She paid with the change you gave her.

"Oh, so you don't speak." The guy speaking to her straightened, standing up and rolling his shoulders. "Good, I like my girls quiet. No backtalk."

Isha tilted her head at the man in confusion. He laughed. "Don't worry about it, sweetheart, for now you only worry about growing up. Pretty little thing."

Isha blinked before fixing him with a toothy grin, her innocent mind could only comprehend so much. She hopped away towards the both of you with her cotton candy.

"Hey, there you are, bunny!" Vi picked her up, doing a dramatic swirl with Isha before settling her onto her lap, "Got your candy?" Isha nodded with a big smile, slowly starting to enjoy her cotton candy.

"Who was the raccoon-looking man?" You asked her as you watched the guy stealing glances at the three of you. Isha shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly before signing. "He said I would be really pretty when I'd grow up."

Your jaw clenched and Vi blinked. "Huh?" She looked at you and she knew it. You were pissed. You hated these child predators since you were a child yourself and now one of them targets Isha? That was it.

You got up and Vi cussed under her breath, "Oh shit, she's pissed," Vi held Isha on her lap, letting the smaller girl devour her cotton candy.

"Stay with Vi." You told Isha before pressing a kiss to her head and you turned on your heel, fixing the man across from you with the deadliest glare known to mankind. You strode towards him, heels clicking with a dominant aura.

The man looked up, grinning wolfishly but you wiped it away with a careless smack of your hand to his cheek. He recoiled, "What the—" you grabbed his collar and roughly pinned him against the wall.

"You go anywhere near that kid again, I will make sure you will be gone for good, and trust me when I say this," you laughed darkly, "Your traces won't ever be found."

The man audibly whimpered, trying to merge with the wall, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, just leave me alone!" He said, shaking at his legs.

That's all it took? Too pathetic. You let go of his collar, giving him a glare. "Better watch it now. Or I will gut you."

The man shivered, "U-Understood..." He stammered and shakily breathed in fear of his life. You gave him one last dirty look before you stalked back to the bench.

"Fuck." Vi muttered when you sat back down. "That was kinda hot."

"Vi," you sighed and rubbed your temples. "Keep it in your pants."

[graycoin]

Okay, I tried writing this up last night, but it didn't quite work so I'ma redo it now. I'm gonna gush about this, and I'll put it under a readmore, but before that, I wanna say...I really appreciate this gift? It makes me realize just how cool and impactful fanart is. I can't really...experience my work as an audience member. I'm too close to it, the best I can do is go back and read it and go "oh yeah, this is pretty okay :)".

But, seeing this? I can experience this from the outside, and realize...wow. Someone thinks my fic is a really, really cool, huh? That is...quite motivating. :) I'll go into it more in the readmore.

Speaking of...

Page 1

Okay, I love the initial inclusion of the areas from the story at first. :3 Bordered by Dark Matter's dripping, inky substance...gives the whole thing an ominous feel. The contrast of dark and light gives the whole thing a vibe that feels kind of oppressive, in a way.

I'm only noticing this now because every other time I looked at this I was so taken with Dedede's design. Holy shit. X) I need you to understand, dear reader, that my main visual reference for this character is like, this guy.

So I'm like, yeah, dark red/brown coat, pirate hat, gold embelleshments, that's my visual mental image. Big. Fat. So you can imagine that I got absolutely jumpscared by how fucking dapper my boy looks. God, that fluff. He would wear that fluff, 100 percent. That shit is canon now. How are artists so powerful? My guy lookin' good.

I love how the Waddle Dees look like such little guys. Gazing up at their Great King. Guided by his Grand Majesty to a new world. Except.

It wasn't just him.

That hammer. :) The eye in the hammer. Again the artist is making Dark Matter look cooler than I even did in the fic! Peeking out looking ominous as hell, and then...

Man that bottom right corner. The various eyes closed, and one opening, suggesting the start of action, and then...

Page 2

Boom! Eyes everywhere. Again, very different from how I portrayed them, but I love how Snappy captures the emotionless, grim stare of Dark Matter here. The looming, leering eyes. The deep red space background implying a grander narrative but the central figure is Kirby trapped in a dripping, grim cage.

(Man, funfact, I was worried about hucking Kirby in there. Like, is it stupid, to put the franchise protagonist into a cage? Damsel this dumb child. And I guess it's one of the artist's favorite scenes!? I never would've reckoned.)

Okay. Okay, I think about this page, sometimes. This one in particular, because - look at it. Look at how Dark Matter's inky, oppressively-dripping substance forms the borders! It sets a mood, a mood I didn't know my fic had, and you know what? It works! I get to find out - oh, Dark Matter just feels like this ominous, oppressive thing, even as the characters are going through these scenes.

The artist said these are some of it's favorite scenes, it picked out for this. It makes me really, really happy that it's just...Meta and the Squad interacting.

(I'm really glad the artist wasn't afraid to take creative liberties. I know I made Waddle Dees basically all clones. I'm sorry. I am not an artist. ;-; I don't think about visual interest as much as one. The little guys are so cute! I love how the artist has portrayed them as so innocent! Like, sure, some of them are very worldly! They swear! They can be mean! But they're just little guys! They're so little.)

I like how Galaxia has an eye. :) That's fun. God. I can't believe my weird little AU Meta has a visual representation, that's so -

Page 3

THAT'S SO PEAK.

God, what the fuck. Okay. Okay.

I didn't know this line would be such a big deal. It's...it's a line for me, in the end. It's me, telling myself I have to believe. And I do, or I won't be able to write, I just...I didn't...

I didn't expect it to resonate so much. Look at this. It's a splash screen. Meta is falling, reaching up to Morpho. It's just such a perfect distillation of his whole situation and the feel and...fuck. It's so good. I don't have a lot to say, other than I still look at this sometimes and can't quite wrap my head around the fact it exists. Man.

Page 4

I have this as my desktop. Like, I have animated wallpapers, but when I turn my computer on for a few seconds I see these two and go ":) Thass my boys".

Is that weird? I hope it isn't weird. It's such a good, heartfelt, honest capstone to this whole set of images. God, I love it. Kirby putting his nub over Meta, looking up to the sky with his too-starry eyes (intentional, I specifically mentioned he has too many stars in his eyes), Meta looking down contemplatively to Morpho, who is resting delicately on a flower...

...god, this whole thing is so peak. I don't meant to discourage anyone who...um...

...if anyone else ever wanted to make fanart? Ever? I don't want this to be discouraging. I think love and the honest expression of it are the important parts of art. Skill only works in service to those elements, so if I ever got, like...a pencil sketch on lined paper, I'd be just as honored to receive it. The fact someone puts their time and creative energy into something I made? My thing?

The two cakes doesn't cover it, I'm honored. I don't know how to react. I just...

I just thought this deserved some gushing. ^_^; So here it is. Thank you so much, Snappy. I'm so glad you like my fic this much. I might slow down here and there, but I'm gonna keep writing.

I've got fans now, after all.

From: @what-is-love-babey-dont-hurt-me (Instagram)

To: chesgray (Ao3)

Message from Santa: "Surprise!! Happy Secret Santa!

I was very excited when I saw that you were my recipient for this event--I've told you before how much I enjoy your fic 'A Knight Must Be', The worldbuilding mixed with a refreshing and compelling  take on the cast makes it a compelling read, and it's truly a great work! I didn't want to make a comic with super heavy spoilers, and instead I based it off both some of my favorite lines and allusions to my favorite scenes... and a bit of artistic liberty taken for Cool Factor. I sincerely hope you enjoy this :D Happy holidays to you :)"

[goldenclover-16]

TPOT 17 SPOILERS

Ok so it's finally out and I need to word vomit about it cause this episode was PEAK

First off Pen being sad and watching Blocky's old show for comfort, at least TV is finally doing something. Pen is going through some shit losing both his best friends and seeing it expanded upon is great.

IM SORRY BASKETBALL IS JUST HERE?? SHES OKAY?? I had thought One kidnapped her too but I guess not, but none of the other eliminated contestants mention anything about One. Has Basketball NOT SAID ANYTHING TO THEM!!??!! She was one of the people to resist their the deal and knew something was up. Even is One jumbled her speech or something so nobody could understand wouldn't they at least mention something?? Either way nice to see these guys again, also theories on where the EXIT door leads, I personally agree with it being either the second hotel door or equation playground. No Gatey though so they've more then definitely been kidnapped.

Oh Bottle's hosting this episode? Cool I like her silly vibes god knows CloudYay need it right now they stresses about the elimination. But also it's kinda sad seeing other people keep hosting for Two I really enjoyed them.

Pencil's panic attack was cool to see, last she remembers it was vote to eliminate so frankly it was pretty reasonable. Donut having to calm her down and remind her it's vote to save.

Anyway eliminations and honestly I think this was best case scenario. As much as I like Pillow and YellowFace most of the team was going through more important arcs. The only person I feel could be switched in without too much changing is Winner. Also YellowFace being so panicked and not wanting to go, things were finally going really well for him with Taggy. Hopefully they will be able to keep the warehouse going without him.

This whole scene with Fanny and Tennis Ball was cool, seeing how One is actively attempting to stop word spreading. I've already seen other people decipher the board so I'm not going to put it here (I'm lazy ik and also don't care).

Damn, Two still got depression and looks like shit, they're just bed rotting. I can't personally comment on how accurate the portrayal is but from what I've heard it's pretty accurate. Give them their wife back PLEASE I NEED TO SO THEM HOST AGAIN.

THE FOURSE RETURNS HAHA IT'S SO ANGRY I LOVE HIM

The eating contest was some fun comic relief while everything else was happening, interesting teams to put on it as well. We got Black Hole sucking his up, Taggy selling theirs (nice to see the failed debuters out and about as well as the giant David) and Winner just... absorbing it? Liy being the only one who has to eat normally. Black Hole's little moral dilemma with the bugs was great, seeing him learn to balance the P.A.C.T with finishing challenges, he was trying so hard. Also Winner with the Loser O's, seeing that Loser maybe cared more about him then he thought, Also Loser not being famous anymore? Damn that episode really came back to haunt him.

I don't really have much to say about these guys, it was pretty tame compared with everything else going on. Nice to see Pen trying to branch out and connect with people.

Pencil and Book crash outs HOLY SHIT THIS WENT HARD! Pencil is traumatized from being in the E.X.I.T for years and wants things back to the way they were before with the alliance but has no idea how to convey her emotions properly which leads to her seeming obsessive and selfish. Her actions are sill bad but it's clear it's because she's hurt and traumatized and because of that is left emotionally unstable which leads to her accidently pushing away the people around her. Despite this I find Book pretty reasonable in her reaction if you look at it from her perspective, she had just managed to repair her relationship with Icy by giving her space and has practically forgotten about Freesmart till Pencil joined back. By this point Book has moved on and found new friends in Winner and Taggy but Pencil just comes in and expects Book to immediately want the alliance back. Book needed the same space Icy did for there to be a chance at healing their relationship but Pencil, unlike Book at that time, is highly unstable and unable to regulate her emotions so she suffocated Book which only leads to things getting worse. Pencil desperately needs some therapy.

In the end, Pen's talk with Pencil does give some hope at a redemption arc, it would be messy and painful but possible. Pen understands what it's like to lose all your close friends, and he could have become like Pencil except he still had people to catch him, namely Liy. Pencil had nobody going back into the game. Hopefully Pencil will listen to him and maybe Pen could continue helping Pencil become better.

Going back to some tamer stuff for a bit the haunted house group was interesting to watch. The writers finally gave TV something to do which is great but he's still one I wouldn't mind getting eliminated. The nature vs mechanical theme was interesting and just more showing of the slight negative bias towards mechanical minds from the contestants. Admittedly though Tree had a point for leaving TV to save both himself and Grassy but TV still had a right to be mad. Him controlling the spider mech was cool, Spid-TV lol. The fight scene was cool and just having Tennis Ball and the Fourse crash onto the mech was funny

Now onto the best part of the episode, Donut unironically just became on of my favourite characters now because of this episode. One's room is destroyed and she is clearly unstable, things are falling apart for her and Donut's ass is not helping that. He is suspicious from the start about the contract and is the first I believe to actually ask what's in it which One immediately deflects. As their interaction continues One becomes more and more agitated by Donut's refusal to sign, eventually having a full crash out while slamming him against a table and stealing his legs as well. Props to Donut here for sticking to his guns and not changing his mind despite having his last limbs actively ripped off which kinda reminded me of BFDIA Pin when her limbs were removed. Connection? Probably not but fun to note. Also notice how One has switched from manipulation and sweet talk to straight up threats and blackmail to get deals, most people left in the game to take for deals are smarter and questioning her which isn't great for One. Her facade is breaking apart as she has to put more and more effort into securing deals.

I also wanted to go into Donut getting his limbs back anyway at the end of the episode. I believe this could represent how One is actually quite powerless in a way. Sure she has her magic which we've seen to be very powerful but it can't control others. While we don't know right now why One needs to make deals with the contestants it's clear they're important to whatever plan she has. And to get those contracts the contestants have to actively sign them, she NEEDS the co-operation of the contestants and that's not something she can force through her magic, they always have the option to deny her no matter what she does. We see through this scene that the contestants don't need One to solve their problems and without her they will find a solution on their own. I like to think that if One hadn't interfered when she did for any of the deals they would likely solve their own problem soon after like shown here. And that's not even mentioning the POWER Donut has right now. While contestants like Fanny, Ice Cube, Gatey and Basketball know something is wrong, especially Fanny as we see her actively try to show Tennis Ball he research, they are all under contract. They have all accepted a deal. DONUT NEVER ACCEPTED THE DEAL AND NOW KNOWS WHATS GOING ON WITHOUT ONE BEING ABLE TO CALL IN A FAVOUR TO STOP HIM. He is now arguably the most powerful out of the resistance gang now due to this.

Now this last part is purely speculation so it could easily be proven false but I noticed how both Fanny and Ice Cube could make out their research while Tennis Ball couldn't. While this could just be One messing up his vision specifically what if knowledge about One determines if someone can see the board. Tennis Ball has never seen one like Fanny and Ice Cube and would, by this logic, not understand the writing. But Donut, who has seen one would be able to. I hope that makes sense.

In conclusion this episode was peak, thanks for listening to this long ass ramble

[lxdymoon0357]

Hello, I saw your post about a yandere Benjamin Lemberk with an elf. It occurred to me if he could be the same yandere Benjamin Lemberk x reader with the appearance of Florentia Lombardi and a personality between Helaena and Gael Targaryen is autistic with ADHD and sensitive please

(Warnings: reader is mentioned to have a mix of ginger hair with a mix of reader's original colour and heterochromia with one green-coloured eye and one has your eye colour ||Florentia Lombardi! reader.

PLEASE forgive me for not getting things right..I'm a pretty neurotypical person and I have no idea what I'm doing. Tried to make it from whatever information I got from google. 2nd Warnings: non acceptance of mental illness, ableism, murder, mutilation, everything bad except SA and cannibalism, we don't do that. Keep in mind, I don't condone this and you're very much valid, Benji here is just an asshole, too much of a douche, sorry.. Again, sorry for any inaccuracies or anything, I got everything off of google)

© Writing belongs to me, Lxdymoon0357. Do not plagiarize, but reblogging, liking and commenting is deeply appreciated.

Yandere!Benjamin Lemberk HCs

◈ The moment Benjamin fell out of Claudia's circle, his eyes were left onto you. An eccentric, soft-spoken, hyperactive, restless little elf. Of-course in no way was he going to let you go. You're just the cutest thing ever!!♡

◈ He does find it a bit irritating how you hyperfixate on certain things, especially bugs and other things, can't you see he's doing things and going out of his way for you? He doesn't care if your autism or ADHD is the cause of it, stop being selfish!

◈ But depending on how much you behave regarding him, he finds you soft-spoken behavior appealing though he would have preferred you being a bit more like Claudia; bright and out-spoken.

◈ but your soft spoken and cryptic language speaking and non society conforming behavior, hyperattentive traits, stimming and all of it bothers people, so he's somewhat okay with it as long as people don't get too close, he doesn't want to kill as many people. Too much work in his eyes, but as long as it's for you, he'll do whatever you want!~

◈ He'll always be beside you if he can't keep you locked away forever, help you with societal cues and everything and kp your hyperactivities are bay, but not really, he doesn't really care if you end up annoying people away. I mean, it's only working in his favor.

◈ Always listens to you talk about your bug collection or new hyper-interest in whatever you have, the weird way of systemization and your intense routine you seem intent on following. God, you're so hot when you blabber about stupid things no one seems to care about to intensely!~

◈ But he does feel like you're going half-insane when you start speaking in cryptic language, your eyes may be pretty..but he can only sit so much before he feels like you're cursing him with your cryptic language, please.

◈ But you're not just some timid girl, your firmness and you do put him in his place, despite your soft-spoken, reclusive and sensitive, eccentric traits. You do have firmness and manners of authority in yourself. He does stop being so shitty to you and behaves better regarding your mental health.

◈ His jealousy issues are off the charts, keeps you locked up everyday..but in a way he lets you hyperfixate on all interests and burn out all hyperattentivity, impulsivity and keeps you so occupied your lack of attention on certain things and time blindness doesn't really matter.

◈ Lets you use his fingers for stimming or his clothes, he gets jealous of everything and anything.His clothes are very fancy, but sometimes too over-stimulating with heavy perfumes, rough textures and evn the way it can sometimes snatch on your own clothes with it's jewels and all..So there's that.

◈ But speaking of his clothes, you may get easily overstimulated by his clothes and sometimes even his presence, the fucker is very much in himself a asmr video of type. You may even end up maybe crying and he has to control the urge to really just burn his clothes right then and there so you would stop crying. He may be the biggest, ableist and even deny you your mental health..but the moment your mental health does affect you, he'll be dying to get it fixed. He may be an asshole, but he's only your asshole.

◈ But in a way, he also uses your mental health against you. Using anything that overstimulates you for keeping you chained down, though it doesn't work like magic..but you're more subservient when he does use anything that you get overstimulated by; heavy perfumes, weird textures, nothing to stim with, tight closed rooms, even if keeping your own hair down overstimulates you, he'll force you to not put it up in hairstyles, till you can behave atleast.

◈ One time he got into this dilemma with you where he came home to you with your autism and adhd battling against each other. Apparently you were trying to 'arrange' numbers (because everything you do is universally correct), but very time you did come around, your attention never stayed and you moved on. So you removed all distractions and started to again 'arrange' numbers correctly. But again, attention never stayed so you only sat there with nothing, you wouldn't move and wer adamant.

◈ He had never thought in his life that one day, he'd have to sit down with love of his life and the bane of existence to 'arrange' numbers by their 'correct' order because you wouldn't move otherwise and literally. It took seven hours because you two kept getting distracted by your conversations to 'arrange' around a hundred numbers from 0-100. He hopes you don't get the idea of 'arranging' numbers again for 0-1000 or something because their feeligns hurt they wer left out or something.

◈ But leaving that..If anyone, other than him at-least, dares to comment on your mental health in a way you don't like like babying you or refusing to acknowledge it's something you struggle with or literally ANYTHING he does, but it's someone else. He has a whole procedure; first he'll kidnap them, torture them to get apologies so loud, you can hear it from your own room in his manor and then once he's satisfied, he'll kill the person off..but not before mutilating and really using them as a dart board or disfiguring their faces to the point of non recognition of their corpse.

◈ Yeah, it's a lot being with him with mental illness and soft spoken and eccentricness. Him as a yandere is even worse than him with Claudia, which is already borderline yandere.

[potheadkiki]

Love is in the air

Warning ⚠ 18+

I have an author's note at the end guys

I binged the ENTIRE show in like 2.5 days...

Alien sex (duh)

Dubious content (obvi)

inexperienced reader

Viltramite stamina

slight breeding kink

Mark is lowkey kinda mean (he's desperate but feels bad about it)

Chubby reader in mind cuz ik he liked Chubby Eve

Attempted break and entering (he tries to get in through your window)

Passionate rough sex

Friends to lovers cuz I'm corny like that

Your window rattles and jiggles in hopes of opening, waking you. Your eyes snap open in fear, but then you realize you're on the second floor, and the person would have to be super tall or flying. Sighing as you pull back your curtain and see Mark on the other side, his cowl pulled off, exposing his clearly flushed and feverish face, gently panting, he knocks on your glass, only to crack it slightly, causing you to gasp, mostly from shock, considering Mark has always had a handle on his powers. Stepping closer, unsure of what to expect as you unlock and lift your window up, the second your window is up, Mark comes zooming in, grabbing you by the waist and pinning you to the bed as your window drops back down with a bang.

"Mark! What the hell has gotten into you?" You ask as you feel his hips grind against yours in a desperate act of relief, he's panting heavily, chest heaving as his hips grind harder into yours. You push at his shoulders, roughly attempting to close your legs and get him off. It's not that you don't want it, God, it's the complete opposite, but this is wrong. Mark isn't himself; he would never do this any other day. Does thinking that break your heart into a million pieces? Yes, absolutely, but it keeps you safe. Mark pulls away reluctantly, sitting up on his trembling hind legs, a bulge clear as day in the moonlight, your own face flushing deep down

"M sorry, got in this fight, and when I hit him, this pink smoke came out from the top of his head, and I basically inhaled all of it and now all I can think about is you. The fly over here was brutal, baby, you don't get it, I NEED you." He says crawling back to you, grabbing your sides with his gloved fingers he squeezes and kneads at the chub spilling out of your impossibly short shorts as he grabs your ass rough gasping you can feel how sweaty his palms are even with his gloves still on, his thighs trembling under his own weight. Your mind is reeling, and your heart is in your ass I mean what the fuck is happening right now.

"You don't mean that, Mark. Please don't say things like that." You say as you place your hand square on his chest, pushing him again gently. The feeling of his hands on you everywhere is overwhelming as he slides one hand up your body grabbing both wrists, making sure to be gentle as he pulls you to him, sitting down as he gets you situated on his lap, one hand wrapping around your waist as the other runs up and down your sides/back making sure to be careful with where his hands land

"Baby please think-' He says as his hips rut up against yours "I could have gone anywhere, gone to any window. I ended up at yours " He says hips moving on their own as they push up against you desperate, he buries his face in your neck leaving gentle love bites and hickeys in his wake as his teeth scrape against your jugular, breath caught in your throat as you begin to feel the weight of his words. He can be anywhere in the world, be with anyone, and choose you. At that moment you decide fuck it, he's here for you, he wants to be with you, the circumstances surrounding the confession are a bit strenuous but still. You wrap your arms around his neck kissing his cheek, you can see his eyes go wide out of shock, but a smile spreads on his face.

"Are you sure? Once I start- I don't think-" you interrupt him, leaning in and kissing him passionately, carding your fingers through his sweaty hair, any other time it would be a major turn-off, but he fought an alien so it's fine. The feeling of his lips on yours is addictive, feeling as he begins to lean forward, placing you on your back and kissing you one last time before he pulls away, standing up and off the bed, you watch as he strips himself of just his boxers, which are obviously too tight. He climbs back into bed, crawling on top of you as your hands run along his flushed chest, your nimble fingers fumbling along the defined lines of his body, making your way to his abs as you feel his stomach tighten nervously. His own hands explore your body, pinching at the fat around your body, causing your breath to hitch. His hips grind down against yours, kissing you passionately one more time before he pulls away, slipping his fingers past the hem of your shorts, looking up at you for permission, which you give him in the form of a silent nod. Still, he happily accepts it pulling your shorts and panties off in one fail swoop tossing them somewhere in the corner of the room before quickly turning his attention back to you and your now exposed cunt. This is a lot for you, you've only ever had sex once before, neither enjoyable, but this is Mark you're talking about you've been in love with him for years and he seems to know what he's doing which does make you feel a little insecure and sad which he instantly notices pulling away from you sitting up a little his hand never leaving you

"Hey? Is everything alright? I know this isn't how I was going to do it; I was gonna go all out and fly you to Paris or Rome, have a romantic picnic, and confess as we watch the sunset, or I don't know. Am I messing this up?" He asks as he rubs the back of his neck, his blush deepening, you quickly sit up

"No! No. I just don't have that much experience, and I'm a little insecure about myself." You say looking down, and he leans in, ducking his head down and capturing your lips in a heated kiss that completely dispels any and all hesitations you had before as your head hits the pillow. He uses one hand to prop himself up as the other spreads your thighs, his lips never leaving yours as the same hand travels up getting closer and closer to your exposed cunt. His hand is just inches away from where you need him, waiting for your permission to move higher, to where you need him. Pulling away from his lips

"It's okay. You can- you know, touch me if you want," you say shyly, avoiding eye contact out of pure embarrassment. This feels like your first time; one you hopefully won't regret. Your heart is pounding in your ears as he adjusts himself, lying beside you, pressing himself against your hips, rutting as his fingers trail up, finally reaching where you desperately need him. Kissing your cheek gently while his index finger rubs slow circles on your clit, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as your thighs begin to shake gently. He groans rubbing your pussy

"You're so fucking wet baby." He says pressing another kiss to your cheek

"It's only for you, baby, just for you," you say, turning your head and kissing him passionately, feeling as he leaves your clit in return to slip a finger inside you, Mark groaning at the feeling of you spasming on his fingers, a gasp escapes your lips as you feel the digit curl up finding that spongy spot that has you seeing stars and your back arching and thighs shaking. Your mind goes completely blank as he adds a second finger, the stretch alone has you gasping eyes watering slightly, the feeling fleeting as you become consumed with pleasure a moan slipping past your lips shamelessly under his strong grip, his palm rubbing against your clit, and it has your eyes rolling back. Mark panting in your ear and rutting against you desperately has you absolutely reeling, because how is this actually happening? You just hope he won't regret it in the morning, but those thoughts are quickly squashed as his fingers curl rougher and his palm presses harder into your clit, hips rutting against his hand, the coil in your stomach tightening, your orgasm comes crashing down, fingers gripping the sheets as your thighs tremble as you moan out

"Fuck Mark please." You say heart racing as you attempt to close your thighs, embarrassment written on your face, you didn't think you'd finish this fast, but instead of making you feel bad, Mark kisses your cheek lovingly

"You did great, baby, but I can't wait any longer," he says, pulling away from you, instead opting to situate himself between your bare thighs pressing himself against your sopping cunt. Leaning in, he kisses you passionately. One hand by your head holding him up as the other shimmies off his too-tight boxers, kicking them off wantonly, landing somewhere with the rest of the pile.

"You ready, baby?" He asks, rubbing the tip of his leaky cock against your clit, all while nipping, kissing, and biting at your neck as he pushes into you slowly as to not hurt you. Gasping at the feeling of being stretched out, gripping his shoulders roughly, nails digging in, breaking the skin only for it to heal instantly.

"Oh, fuck baby, fuck you feel so good." He says, coming out somewhere between a sob and a whimper as his hips twitch with need, inching further into you, Mark stretching you out has your eyes flooding with tears threating to spill over as your back arching into him as your thighs wrap around his lower waist, pulling him in further, deeper,

"Fuck baby. I can feel you sucking me in. Making me feel so fucking good. Fuck you're gonna make me addicted to this pussy." Mark is babbling at this point, now mostly muttering to himself, the need consuming you both. He's kissing you with a passion you've never felt, and it's addictive. The feeling of his cock filling you has you gasping, you can practically feel him in your stomach, and it has your eyes rolling back. You feel as Mark shifts, adjusting his weight, has him thrusting at a right angle, gripping your thighs roughly keeping you in place, the tip rubbing against that spongy spot that forces those tears to spill over as his left hand moves in between your bodies finding your clit with expertise, an expertise that has your thighs shaking and eyes rolling to the back of your skull as you scratch at his down his toned and muscular back, you can feel as he tenses under your touch, fuck you're so close. You begin to rut your hips up into his, matching his thrusts

"I can feel you squeezing me so tight, baby. Trying to milk me for everything I've got. Cum for me baby. Be the good fucking girl I know you can be." He says, punctuating every word with a harsh thrust that would have put your head through a wall if he weren't holding you so tightly, you're defiantly going to have bruises tomorrow, not that you're complaining. The feeling of him fucking you with such abandon all the while he continues to toy with your clit sends you over the edge.

"Fuck Mark fuck, I'm cumming, baby I'm cumming." gasping as your thighs shake and spasm, clawing at his back with vigor, back arching into his as he kisses you roughly, he pushes you over the edge with one harsh thrust, crying out his name as you cum on his cock. More tears slipping down your face as he fucks you through your orgasm. Hips never faltering, not even for a second. All you can think of in this moment is thank God your parent are out of town.

"Mark, please slow down. Baby, please *gasping* slow down, I just came." You say, practically sobbing at this point, but he doesn't stop, instead just leans down, lifting your leg up, hooking it over his broad shoulder. Shifting his hips again hitting deeper,

"Cmon baby, you got one more in you, I know it. I know you do, I can feel you squeezing me. Cum baby, cum." he never gives you a chance to respond instead kissing you roughly, feeling as Mark begins to pull another orgasm out of you, gripping the pillow under your head for some type of stability. That's when you feel it, that same knot forming, but this one is different, almost like you have to pee. Pulling away, attempting to push him off, slapping his chest gently

"Please. mhm slow down at least please." You say back, arching as he drags his teeth down your neck.

"Slow down? Baby, why?" he asks, leaning down further as he slips his hand under your head, all you can think about is just how deep he is, you're gonna be able to feel him for days after this

"Mm feels like I gotta pee please," you say, attempting to reason with him, maybe if he gives you a moment to breathe, then it'll go away, but instead he gives you a lazy smile, hips thrusting so hard that it's causing your own hips to lift off the mattress with each rut of his hips

"Let go, baby. Let go," Gasping at this new feeling of pleasure that begins to consume you. The feeling in your stomach grows until it becomes too much, and you let out a wail as you squirt all across his lower stomach.

"Good girl. Fuck I knew you could do it for me. I'm gonna cum. Fuck you want me to cum don't you baby?" He watches the way you nod desperately, laughing.

"Where do you want me, baby?" He asks clearly hinting at where you want him to cum and everything inside you screams that you just want him to paint your walls white, so you decide to go with it.

"Inside. Cum inside please." He groans at that, leaning in to kiss you passionately. He groans into the kiss, you can feel his hips stuttering as he pulls away, pressing his forehead against yours as he moans, you can feel his hot breath fanning your face. You feel as he thrusts a few more times

"Fuck that's it. Take it, baby, take it," The feeling of thrusts becoming sloppy as he cums deeps inside you. Groaning as he cradles your head, fucking his cum into you until your sobbing and thighs are twitch, him pulling another orgasm out of you with ease. He chuckles at that finally pulling out and he sees as his cum begins to drip out of you, a smug look clear on his face as he leans in kissing you passionately before stepping off the bed. Watching as Mark slips on his boxers, you won't lie, it did make your heart drop, the thought of you two having this incredibly intimate moment only for him to leave. Your eyes follow him as he walks around the bed leaning down to kiss your forehead, and you watch with confusion as not only does he not leave, but as you roll following is movements you see as he makes his way to your bathroom, emerging with a damp rag, and you smile at him as he makes his way back to the bed, you rolling onto your back

"Spread your legs for me," and you do, opening them back up as he climbs back onto your bed a clear blush on his face

"I'm sorry." He says, gently avoiding eye contact as he finishes cleaning you up, tossing the damp rag in your laundry bin

"It's okay, I enjoyed it." You say, gently stroking his arm, you can see the clear conflict going on behind his eyes, almost like he doesn't believe you, just saying what he wants to hear, but you have other plans

"Hey. Kiss me. Please?" His eyebrows scrunch up in clear hesitation, but he still leans in, slowly, but still. He pulls away

"Is it okay if I get into bed with you?" He asks, gently rubbing your bare thigh, a comforting gesture that seems more for himself.

"Of course you can love. Just grab my blanket off the floor." You say, giggling, and he laughs at that comment, clearly loosening up as he stands up. You watch as he picks up your blanket and t-shirt, climbing into bed, he has you lift your hands up as he slips the shirt back on and pulls the covers over both of you, pulling you in tightly as he presses his chest against your back. He kisses your temple softly, holding you until you both fall asleep.

Author's note: I'm currently working on a Bakugo one, so until then, please enjoy. I also created a Twitter account 18+ (MDNI) idk if anyone wants that tho...

[cressidagrey]

I found you by accident! And of course I immediately started reading your works. The first thing I read was "Such a Mystery" and then I found Lando and Elizabeth. I fell in love with both stories and read them several times. Currently my obsession is the new story "White horse" I LOVE IT! Every day from the morning I refresh your profile to check if there is a new chapter. when I see that it is my day immediately gets better..

1. I love it when someone new finds out that Max is in a relationship. Pure chaos. Sometimes I get the feeling that Lando will have a heart attack because of it (especially because of dinner 😂)

2. The ring is gorgeous. It suits Belle

3. Charles, Arthur, and Lorenzo make me want to punch them in the face

4. I'm trying to gather information from your answers and put them more or less into a whole. But oh my God I feel like it's going to be interesting.

5. Can we expect some bigger drama?

6. Can we know if there's another chapter today?

7. How did you come up with the idea for this story?

8. Are you overwhelmed by the number of people asking for more chapters because they're unsatisfied?

9. I’m sorry for my English, it’s not my first language (Polish is)

Once again I love your writing! Remember you are amazing! Have a nice day!

Ahhh I’m so happy you found me — even if by accident!! 🥹💛 Such a Mystery and The Queen of Romantasy and the Race Car Prince hold such a special place in my heart, so hearing that you loved those and are now deep in the White Horse obsession?? Truly the highest compliment!! Thank you so much for being here, and for rereading — I’m so honored 🫶🏻

Now let me go through your amazing list because I LOVE this message:

You’re absolutely right — someone new finding out about Max and Belle every chapter = pure chaos. And yes, Lando is absolutely one dramatic reveal away from passing out in a restaurant 😭🍝

I’m so glad you love the ring!! I imagined something vintage and intricate and very Belle — quiet, timeless elegance.

Charles, Arthur, and Lorenzo... yeah. Fully valid. The rage is earned.

You're gathering clues like a pro 👀 and yes... it's going to get very interesting very soon.

Bigger drama? 👀 Let’s just say... yes.

I never want to make promises about exact updates because life (and law school 😭), but I do try to update as often as I can. If not today, then very soon! ❤️ (I had the chapter nearly finished and then I had another idea and it has now snowballed...once again.)

The idea for White Horse actually started as a one shot of May 2024. So that was the starting point. And then I realise that to give the story the time it deserved, I needed to start much earlier. It was pretty much a thought experiment at one point about how it would be to be a sibling to a famous driver who is the golden child of the family...and the main character just gets pushed to the side. again and again and again.

I’m not overwhelmed — mostly just very grateful 🥹 Sometimes it’s hard or even lightly annoying when people ask for more chapters in a way that feels like pressure, but most of the time, people are so kind and patient, and that makes it all worth it 💛 Though asking me when the next update is, is not gonna make me write faster. Mostly the opposite, because I need to answer that question and I could have written something in the time that took lol.

And please don’t apologize for your English — it’s fantastic and I understood every word perfectly! Dziękuję bardzo (I hope that's correct) for reading and writing to me — it truly means so much 🫶🏻

Sending you the biggest hug!! Can’t wait to share more of Belle and Max’s story with you ❤️✨

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ch. lxviii - 119 on speed dial

cursed!jongho × reader

genre : mythology!au, smau

rating : mature; crude jokes and filthy language

wc : 1.3 k

a/n : i got lucky with this plot oh my ghawddd

buy me coffee ?

so long i've been here, so long are the stories i've written. of what i gathered and lost, loneliness becomes me and pain refuse to depart from me. i've embraced that which ate me away so when you came along, i had no part of me left to give.

The party went splendidly to say the least.

Everything that was planned went on without a hitch, but maybe it went a little too well because by the end of the night, you had to stuff three useless men into three cabs and send them, HOPEFULLY, home. Truly the boys were absolutely useless because you, Wonyoung, and Liz were the only three left to take care of the mess.

After the boys were (somewhat) safely sent home, it was your turn to leave. You had planned on going home a bit later, knowing that Wonyoung's birthday celebration would continue until midnight to also celebrate her other friend's birthday. But if you stayed out, you knew Jongho would just stay up and wait for you, going as far as to pick you up himself. So you decided to tap out at 11 pm and true to your prediction, Jongho told you that he had been waiting at a 24-hour cafe 15 minutes from where you were so OBVIOUSLY he was going to pick you up.

So there you were, outside the barbeque place with Wonyoung, enjoying the night air while Liz stay at the table, nursing her meat hangover.

"Thank you so much for tonight, it was the best birthday/going away party ever!" Wonyoung beamed, locking her arm with yours. You smiled back and nudged her hips with yours gently, "You're very welcome, but it was a group effort. So you ABSOLUTELY know that the meat fest was not my nor Liz's idea." She chuckled at your words and nodded, "Yeah... I kind of have the feeling that the men were behind this because had it been your or Liz's idea, we would have pretty food at a pretty location. But this is nice too," then she let out a long sigh, "I'm gonna miss this when I'm away for my internship." Seeing her sad even for just a bit made you feel bad and you immediately consoled her. "Hey, don't be so down about that! It's not like we're going to immediately lose contact or whatever. We're going to still be friends and when you come back, we'll go out like this again!" Your words seem to bring comfort to Wonyoung because a small smile blooms on her face, "Scratch that, I think I'll miss you the most." You rolled your eyes at her but didn't say anything back to that.

"You know, you should really stay a bit longer. I'm sure Yujin unnie would love to have you together with us to celebrate and we can spend more time together before I get busy with packing and preparing to go abroad!" she batted her eyes at you and as bad as you felt for her, you were thinking more about Jongho. "I'm sorry Wony but I can't, Jongho is already on his way and I don't want to make him wait for too long! He should be here soon anyway," you pouted.

Hearing his name made Wonyoung's lip twitch in amusement. "Oh? Mr. Bossman Choi is picking you up at this hour now, is he? And are you two going home together? Wind down together? Do other... Things together?" Her mischievous tone made you blush as you couldn't help but let your mind be shoved into an... interesting territory. You shoved her away slightly, making her laugh in amusement, "Oh my God, not this again!" you huffed, "Haven't I had enough teasing from Taehyun and Hyunjin? Not to mention Mingi has been quite annoying about this as well." you pouted. Wonyoung shook her head and bumped her shoulder on yours, "It's amusing! I see how happy and comfortable you are with him and It's obvious you're smitten with him! It's adorable, (y/n), truly, I love that for you."

It was one thing to feel your feelings about Jongho but to hear someone affirming it made you feel all... giddy. You wonder if it's time to finally face your feelings and talk about them with Jongho.

"Oh, hey!" Wonyoung's voice cut through your train of thoughts, "I asked my mom about this and she gave it to me as a birthday present!"

Your eyes zeroed in on her finger that was pointing at the necklace with its pendant resting just under her collarbone. "Oh my God," you gasped, taking out the necklace Jongho had allowed you to wear to see the similar-looking logo. Where yours had a horse, hers had an additional Chinese letter.

"They're so similar... Other than the Chinese letter," you pointed out, still in awe. Wonyoung looked down and smiled at her necklace, "Yeah, that's the Hanja for my family name, even the box where this necklace was stored had it as well. Whoever packaged it had to be a true aesthetic genius because- oh my God, I can't even explain it with words. Anyway, I was told that this necklace had been passed down from one daughter who was born during the full moon to the next. There had only been a handful so it was kept a secret amongst the patriarch until the next daughter was ready to receive it. My dad had shown me this necklace when I was little so that's why yours caught my eye," she explained.

While the historical nerd side of you found her lore intriguing, so much so that you wanted to ask more questions, something felt odd. There was a tugging in your heart and you couldn't figure out why.

The oddness multiplied when she touched your necklace and it began to glow. Like an actual glow as if someone had shoved a flashlight through it. Then her own necklace started glowing very brightly to the point that it almost blinded you.

Both necklaces probably glowed for only a couple of seconds but to you, it felt as if it happened for five straight minutes because it made you extremely disoriented. When you came to, you were still trying to blink away the blinding pain but the first sight you saw was Wonyoung looking up at the sky with her eyes glistening as tears threatened to spill down her cheeks.

"What the..."

You snapped your head to the side to see Jongho looking in your direction. You weren't sure but you could tell that he was at least worried and confused, another emotion that was hidden and you weren't sure of was hope, but that might just be you overthinking things.

"What was that?" Jongho asked, trying to step closer to you.

Right at the moment he spoke up, Wonyoung broke off from her trance with a shake of her head before her eyes landed on him.

"Jongho..." She gasped.

To say you were surprised was an absolute understatement because for a moment you thought you had misheard. Or gone crazy. Or both.

Jongho was not better.

The moment his name left Wonyoung's lips, his body froze. Not out of fear or surprise, but because how familiar it felt when she called my name. He hated to admit it, but the way he felt when she called his name had never happened in recent times, not even with you. His heart was beating but it was not the nerves that got to him, it was the familiarity. Like his past was calling him.

Wonyoung then broke into a gentle smile as one single drop of tear finally rolled down her cheek.

"After all this time... I can't believe the moon is still reflected in your eyes," she said softly.

You saw Jongho's knees visibly buckled and he had to lean on the wall for support. The situation was so bizarre for you that all you could do was look back and forth between Wonyoung and Jongho, not knowing what was going on or what to do. Despite the unfamiliar predicament, you were sure of one thing.

Shit is about to go down and you need to buckle up.

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[adhd-fandom-hyperfocus]

Here's hoping recent events go smoothly, with peace and a bright outcome. With all my love and best wishes, here's a prompt as a distraction:

What goes through a Primarch's (mainly Ras') mind, when they commit a social fumble, fail a simple task or make an accidental slight against a respected figure? Always liked the internal dialogue of Robu when around the Lion, how oddly cute, petty and insecure he can be.

Thank you! And I am so sorry for not getting to this sooner. I've just been tired with treatments. Also I love this question!

Ras (since you mainly were asking for him):

How am I supposed to look more alive?! I'm breathing, am I not?! I am responding to these stupid questions...How was I supposed to know they wanted me to ask how their day was? I do not care, so why would I ask?

All this power, all this strength, a demigod if gods were real....and yet I am incapable of opening this damnable jar without shattering it! Child proof? I just watched a toddler open this, and I could not!

They really think I care that they're offended...they keep complaining and I will swallow them whole.

Lion (30k):

He's so autistic he's not even having thoughts, just looking over at his sons to see how he should be acting. Then use their reaction to see how badly other people THINK he fucked up. Because obviously he didn't fuck up, and everyone else is stupid.

The Lion doesn't fail in tasks, you didn't see him fail, the was the outcome he wanted.

They're angry with me?! I am the first son of the Emperor; they should be grateful I bother listening to their petty grievances.

Dorn:

At least I am not known for my social graces, but I should strive to better accommodate the humans. I forget many cannot read micro expressions or note the slight inflection changes in my voice.

I cannot let this failure happen again. I need write this down and plan how to avoid this in the future. I cannot fail to live up to what is expected of me.

How did I offend? I answered their question honestly; those pillars do not match with the type of tiles used for the roof.

Guilliman:

Throne look at me fumbling around like I'm a child again. Mother would be having a giggle fit over this. Lord of Ultramar forgot his tongue, it seems.

If I keep this up the ecclesiarchy will likely implode from realizing how human I really am. The silver lining to this all, I suppose.

It's just his mind rapid spitfiring practicals and theoreticals on what the best outcome would be to smooth things over if the figure was someone who's good side he needed/wanted to stay on. If they were someone who didn't fall into those two categories than it's likely he meant to offend. He may be a good statesman and understands politicking, but in the 41st man is tired of everyone's shit.

[lvlybin]

hii ! i've been feeling a little down lately :( this is a sfw/fluff ask, kinda angst tho idk

could u write something with gunwook or multiple members comforting reader while she is crying from stress about her life please?

cw stressed reader, crying and mental breakdowns, little bit of angst & comfort

✉️ I'm so sorry to hear that nonie :( some days are hard, but you are so loved and things will get better <3 I'm always here if you need to chat with someone

You’d been having a hard week.

It hadn’t even been anything in particular, just little events and an icky feeling that left you feeling drained and in much need of some TLC. But no, instead, you had to finish assignments for your classes, and you had to go to work, and you had to find a good gift for your friend’s birthday, which was in two days. The list seemed never-ending. And it was overwhelming. 

You had been so go, go, go, that in this first moment you’ve gotten to yourself, you instantly break down. 

At least you were in the safety of your room and not somewhere public. You sniffle, sobs wrecking through you as you curl up on your bed. Honestly, it felt good to cry, to let everything out in a way. You just wish that you didn’t have to pull everything together to get back to work after this mental breakdown. And God forbid if anyone saw you right now–

Your phone rings.

You let out another sob, frustrated at the fact that you’re just so busy as you flip the electronic over to see who it is. The word ‘Wookie <3’ stares back up at you as you continue crying. Fuck, you were supposed to see your boyfriend today. Your thumb shakes a little as you answer the call, knowing that he’s going to be able to tell that you’re crying.

“Hello?”

The other side of the line is quiet for a moment. “YN? Baby? Are you okay? You sound like you’re upset.” His concern makes your chest ache with love, and you sniffle softly. 

“I’m just… having a hard day, that’s all. But we can still go on our date, I’ll be fine–”

“I’m already here,” Gunwook interrupts, and in turn, you hear a small, distant knock on your apartment door. You sit up, and a rush of dizziness washes over you from how hard you’d been crying and also probably from dehydration. “Will you let me in?”

“Of course,” you whisper before hanging up the call, getting off your bed to go answer the door. When it swings open and you see him–the epitome of your comfort and happiness, you feel yourself crumble again. It’s like it’s second-nature to fall into his open arms, his soft shushes meeting your ears as one of his large hands rubs up and down your back soothingly. 

“It’s okay… Take a deep breath with me, come on, baby.” He gently guides you back inside your apartment while still keeping his arms around you, and when you’re sitting back on your bed, Gunwook places one of your hands on his chest so you can feel his heartbeat. So you can line up your erratic breathing with his, slowing the air rushing in and out of your lungs and ultimately calming you down. “Now, tell me what’s wrong, okay?”

You nod weakly. “It’s just… I feel like I’ve been overworking myself. I have so many things to do and no time to do it, but it all needs to get done and– I have no time–” You cut yourself off as Gunwook takes a deep breath, subconsciously following his movements. “I’m really stressed,” you finish lamely.

He unwraps his arms from around your trembling frame, opting to hold onto your arms and to rub them softly. “You have all of the time you need. And you’re not going to get anything done if you’re so worried, baby. You need to rest.” He’s right. You know he is, but you didn’t want to rest. Resting was for when everything was done. It’s almost like he can read your thoughts. “You can rest for one night. We’ll do it together, okay? I’ll always be right here for you.”

[cecoeur]

lando and daniel are just so... special. because you can tell that lando didn't want to like daniel during that first season together. like he fought to not get put under the daniel spell. idk if lando was finding it hard that carlos got replaced or if he was just doing the classical "be mean to your crush so they stop talking to you and you never have to face the possibility of being rejected" thing

but daniel just kept trying. he was tearing down lando's walls brick by brick. and oh my god, did he manage to tear them down. like that man is obsessed with daniel now. always bringing him up, gushing about having dinner with him... and i can't blame him! if i had dinner with daniel, i'd never shut up about it ever again

(sorry, i didn't even intend to come in here and do a dando thesis but it's almost 3 am and i'm very emotional and tired and the way everyone loves daniel so much has made me even more emotional)

My inbox is always open for a passionate thesis. I love that it’s 3am and you committed to emphasis with italics. Obsessed with you and thank you for sharing. A core tenant of Daniel’s personality is that he likes a challenge and he needs to be loved, which then mixed with Lando’s desire to never be know or perceived made them a dangerous combination.

[tabsters]

*taps mic* testing testing I have an announcement to make

okay so uhhhhh how do i say this

to put it briefly: I need beta readers for this story that I'm writing.

I'm currently in the process of writing a book. like an actual book. and it's my very first time writing an actual book, and I am currently going through the various highs and lows of being a writer. I don't plan on actually publishing this thing any time soon—maybe in a few years when I'm financially independent and have much more writing experience. however, this is a story I've been thinking about telling for about a year, and I really want to ensure that it's the best it can be.

some of my older mutuals will already know about my extensive lore involving my zodiac characters, and I'm sorry to say that this story is not about them. my ideas for my those characters have unfortunately stagnated and not really gone anywhere. I don't really know how long it'll take for me to become interested in them again. however, this story that I'm writing is set in the same universe as the zodiacs, and some of them will be briefly referenced.

now, what is my book about?

its title is The Many Masks of Chau Huynh.

"In a world where demons and angels and gods solely hold all the capabilities of magic, humans are compelled to take magic by force. Everybody knows that the only way to get magic is to fight a demon or an angel, take the energy that flows through them, and grow ever stronger. But only the most power hungry would deign to do this.

Welcome to Hunter Society, an organization made up of the most power hungry assassins, spies, hitmen, and mercenaries the world has ever seen. They operate in the shadows of every country—some motivated by the sole promise of money, some motivated purely by the thrill of the job. All are prodigies. All are very, very dangerous. After all, it is likely they have fought forces of nature for their own gain. Who would dare to challenge them?

Demons and humans have been at odds for centuries. Demons have loathed humans for killing their brethren for sport and for power. Humans feel the same. But what rarely ever comes to light is this: humans have been taking credit for the accomplishments of demons for thousands of years.

History is made by the winners. In human museums all across the continent of Astralis sits art made by demons—elaborate paintings, decorated sculptures, shining pieces of jewelry. They stand there, akin to the spoils of war.

Chau Huynh plans to force this entire system to a screeching halt. Raised by demons, Chau Huynh considers themselves barely human at all. Their heritage lies with demons. They will do anything to gain recognition from their demonic brethren.

Even if it means planning the biggest heist the Kingdom of Hydrokhoos has ever seen.

Two years to accomplish this mission. Countless pieces of art to locate. Four Hunters to help them achieve their goal.

They will make sure they succeed, no matter the cost."

i realize that I am actually shit at writing summaries, so I hope you'll forgive me.

there will be 60 chapters in total, with an additional prologue and epilogue. each chapter will alternate between the five POVs of the five main characters. the themes that I plan to address in this book are gender roles, life and death, identity, and family.

I don't really have any other means of uploading my work, so I will be using AO3. chapters will update weekly, on friday.

please, please, please, do not go easy on me with your comments. I know I am a good writer, but I am not the best writer. there are many flaws that I can't pick out by myself. I need other people to point out what I can improve on, what I can fix, what I can develop further.

(I mean, compliments also wouldn't hurt though lolol)

the AO3 link is here. the prologue is uploaded, and the first chapter will be uploaded this friday. I will also be posting weekly updates on Tumblr. if you'd like to be a beta reader for my story, you can comment on AO3 itself, or you can leave comments on my Tumblr update posts. again, please tell me what I can fix and what I can improve on.

much apologies for tagging you guys: @mythicalmagical-monkeyman @hyperfixation-tangentopia @cryptidwithaninternetconnection @filijester @maiawhimsicalt @illumiiiz @sweet-star-cookie @addrianastarflower @probably-a-human-being @stars-and-birds @hecateisalesbian @bloodied-dagger @thegh0st-of-ingrid @hoisinblackcat @starboy2461 @ventiilatte @gvtz-xd @renaorsomething @professionalwaterbender @yourlocalapplejuice @im-just-here-for-the-comics-r18 @iirexenii

if you don't want to be tagged in future posts relating to TMMCH, please let me know!

thank you so much for reading if you've made it this long, and I hope you enjoy my new book!!! - tabs

[infoglitch]

Ugh my fucking skull.. the fuck did I do when I blacked out?

Oh.. oh god I lost track of writing, FUCK.

Well anyway back to being stupid.

Lancaster skit: back dash.

Jaune: hey ruby.

Ruby: yeah?

Jaune: so you know how you can go super fast?

Ruby: mhm.

Jaune: and that's like your semblance right?

Ruby: nope.

Jaune:... Pardon?

Ruby: that ain't my semblance, I just am really good at mistralian back dashing.

....

Jaune: what?

Ruby: I can teach you.

Jaune:... Sure.

A few minutes later.

Jaune: HEY YANG!

Yang: oh hey vb! Wassup.

Jaune: punch me!

Yang:.. why?

Jaune: just do it, come on, come on!

Yang: listen lady-killer I'm not gonna-

Jaune: your built like a pornos version of a teenager and your hair looks like a mop.

Yang:... I'm going to beat you till you're bleeding from your nose and mouth.

Yang proceeds to try and punch Jaune but misses as he's now a few feet away from her.

Yang: WHAT?!

Yang tries again, and again, and again, and again, over and over but she keeps missing.

Jaune: YOU WILL NEVER BE TO HIT ME YANG! FOR I CAN BACK DASH-

FREEZE

Jaune and yang both look down and see jaune feet covered in ice before looking to see a very annoyed Weiss.

Weiss: I've had to wake up at 2:00 in the morning because of studying. I am not going to come in here and see you two fighting. So just get it over with.

Weiss proceeds to leave as yang and Jaune stare at each other, Jaune releasing an audible gulp.

Jaune: yang, we can talk about this

Yang just had a devious grin before arming ember Celica

Jaune: yang.. Yang! YANG WE CAN TALK-

One ass beating later.

Ruby: so.. did you get your revenge?

Jaune: *covered in a body cast* no..

Ruby: that's why I told you it was a stupid idea to pull that stunt today of all days, and to my sister of all people.

Jaune: ... Sorry.

Ruby: ... At least we have an excuse to cuddle more.

Jaune: that is true.. love ya crater face.

Ruby: you too vomit boy.