#i think i'm doing fine does it sound like it :)

[theyluvjake]

our little secrets — lhs

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pt1 pt2 pt3 (make sure to read pt1 first if you havent!!)

Synopsis: cam boy heeseung. class president reader. the schools perfect student harbors a dirty secret, a dirty secret thats alot closer to her than she realizes. what happens when their paths cross? will they discover eachothers little secret?

MINORS DNI!

PAIRINGS - camboy!heeseung x innocent!reader

CONTENT - college au, smut & fluff with plot!! series, slow-burn, multiple chapters.

WORDCOUNT - 8k

WARNINGS - smut, this chapter doesn't have any sex (yet), just mutual / guided masturbation. caming, dirty talk, use of pet names (baby, doll, slut), praise & degradation, honestly hand kink. mentions of corruption kink. like last chapter, hee is a bit of a perv. but we like that <3

NOT PROOFREAD!

"ook.. so, what was that all about?" sunghoon sort of spoke underneath his breath. it was silent for a while amongst the group minus some of them taking sips of their drinks.

"she probably just... - had to pee! " sunoo blurtted out to fill the silence, only to make it fall silent again,

"ill go check on her-" yunjin was just about to turn to leave when heeseung stopped her.

"no, i can go check,"

his smile was soft and reassuring. yunjin was slightly taken aback as he volunteered, but her curiosity in whatever was going on with him and his new found interest in you, made her back down, silently agreeing by nodding her head.

maybe it was a bad friend mood sending a guy you didn't really know that well to check on you instead of her, but she just needed to see where it would go... y'know, for the plot.

heeseung swiftly made his way through the crowds of people heading straight to the guest bathroom,

*knocks* "um.. y/n are you okay?" fuck. wait what if its not even her in there?.. –

shit. why is he here?! the sound of his voice instantly sent your mind into a panicked spiral. - umm.. maybe i can just pretend im not in here and he will go away? yea! so you did, and you stayed silent.

"your friends just wanted to make sure you were okay... well and i wanted to talk to you."

he bit his lip, thinking he was probably just making whatever was going on worse. but he couldn't go back to the group without checking on you.

talk?? to me? why? this can't actually be happening right now. – y'know, maybe it's not him? maybe my thoughts are just all clouded... i'm just making up stuff..

— because there's no way. that would just be too insane.

you were full on in denial. it was unfortunately the only thing you realized you could do to get through the night. closing your eyes you took a deep breath before opening the door eyes instantly meeting the boys pretty doe eyed brown ones.

"um, sorry, yea i'm ok! just... had an eyelash in my eye.." you giggled nervously.

"ah, ok ok... i was worried it was something i said.." the corner of his lips tugged upwards as a small rush of relief washed over.

"is.. that what you wanted to talk to me about?"

"yea, well, and i wanted to still offer you that drink" he couldn't help but smirk as he noticed the light flush of pink painting your cheeks.

you paused for a second. "...well, the thing is i just don't really usually drink..."

"yea, and you usually don't go to parties." he chuckled.

he did make a good point. you didn't, so why would you draw the line at your new experiences now. one drink, that's all. it would be fine right?

"that's also true," you smiled, still feeling anxious, but now having a burning curiosity about him. "sure, i'll take one drink"

he nodded satisfied and before you could register anything, his hand moved to your lower back ever so slightly, just to guide the two of you back towards the kitchen.

the simple feeling of his hand just barely grazing, hovering, over your back was sending waves of electricity through your body.

"so, class prez, what are you doing out at a college party tonight?"

"oh.. um, well it was sort of yunjin and sunoo's idea. i wasn't super on board but... i was curious since i'd never been before."

"ah, i see. i was surprised to see you here." he chuckled, "well, i think everyone was" -

you were about to respond when his voice continued on,

"pleasant surprise though," he said ever-so casually.

you gulped down the knot in your throat and tried to steady your racing heartbeat, but thankfully, before you knew it, you reached the kitchen.

you nervously leaned against the counter while he poured the two of you some drinks before he went to pass you the cup. you hadn't yet looked down, hand reaching for the cup, "thank yo-" then you saw it. his hand.

his awfully familiar, perfectly veiny hand, that just so happened to have 2 identical silver rings on the exact fingers gamer.lhee also frequently had ones on.

you couldn't even finish your sentence before you mumbled something along the lines of 'you had to go', before embarrassingly turning around and completely sprinting away from him.

not long after your disappearing act with heeseung you stayed on the other side of the house, hidden behind yunjin and sunoo, before you managed to make a good enough excuse to leave.

—

after you had gotten home that night, you refused to even look at his page. although that was all your mind wanted to do, to end the burning question and just try and confirm or not confirm that it was him. but you couldn't. not when it felt so possible. not when you knew you had to be in class with him tomorrow.

you attempted to get as good of a night's rest as you could. but it wasn't much, not when you basically got home at 1 am, and weren't able to shut your brain off until around 3 before you could sleep. leaving you with approximately only 5 hours of sleep the next day.

in the morning, you got ready for class, your usual almost uniform-like attire. you just prayed you'd be able to make it through the day without anyone asking about you at the party last night. and above all, not running into heeseung.

you were so embarrassed, you honestly had no clue what you would be able to say to him. it's not like the two of you interacted much, anyways. so why would it be different? yea! it will be fine!

besides before the conversation you two had at the party, you weren't even aware you shared the same literature and physics class, meaning he probably typically sat far across the room from the spot you always sat in. so in theory, all you had to do was try and focus and not think about whether you could feel his eyes lingering on you or not.

however you did not plan for what you saw when you walked into your literature class. lee heeseung, already there, sitting in your chair. sure, there wasn't technically, 'assigned seats' but everyone in the class knew, you sat in that spot every single class.

karma. you weren't sure what for, but this had to be some kind of cruel form of karma. you stood in the doorway for a little too long, to where students now had to nudge past you to get inside the classroom. you were just trying to think of any possible way out of this interaction. but you couldn't avoid him forever. you took a deep breath, fully aware your cheeks had definitely started to turn pink, before walking over to your seat.

heeseung instantly looked up at you with a smirk painting his face, "what? i just figured I'd see how the class president's view of the classroom looks." he shrugged.

"well... now that you've tested it out, could i possibly have my seat back?"

"i don't know... now that i've tried it out, i realized how nice the view is... plus, i'm not doing that great in this class, i think maybe sitting closer will help me with my notes~"

"but-"

"well the seat right next to me is open, you should sit there. you don't mind if i just have yours for the day, right?"

he still wore the same playful smirk on his face, only leading to your face heating up more by the second. you briefly took a look around, at the room, and then the clock. noticing how it was only a couple minutes until the class was starting, and pretty much every empty seat had already filled except for the one next to heeseung.

you sighed and set your books down on the desk, and reluctantly took a seat next to him. before you could even appreciate the shared silence between you two for not even a minute,

"y'know, i didn't really expect you to be the type to ghost a guy mid-sentence."

you gulped and tried to come up with some better excuse but you had nothing.

"yea... um i'm really sorry about that, i don't usually do that or anything.."

he raised his eyebrows curious as to the actual reason to why you ran off, but he didn't push further, instead he chose to use it to tease you.

he chuckled lightly, "don't worry about it, you looked cute running away from me"

he said so matter-of-factly that your jaw almost dropped before you heard the professor speaking, causing the class to finally silence.

"ok class, everyone phones away"

the rest of class, you could barely focus. which was completely unlike you. you couldn't stop thinking about the words.. "pretty", "cute" replaying on loop in your head. as much as you wanted to just pay attention, you couldn't, not when he was only a couple feet away from you.

he easily took note of it too. subtly glancing over at your dazed, flustered expression throughout the entire class.

thankfully, the rest of the class no other words were exchanged. no more teasing or flirty remarks, you finally felt a bit of relief like that was the worst of what would come out of today. but heeseung, he had other plans, he was just starting. this was only your first of three shared classes of the day and his main goal was just to get your attention in every single one.

your next class, you got a break. and then it was on to the two last classes of the day, both of which you shared. economics, and physics.

when you got to your economics class, you took a look around, noticing he wasn't there yet. you quickly took your seat in your usual spot before yunjin joined on your left side.

"ugh, i am so tired," she whined to you,

"tell me about it..." you muttered underneath your breath. the class slowly filled as you chatted with your best friend for the remaining time before the class started. getting so distracted you forgot about heeseung. it wasn't until a little while into class, you heard a familiar voice whispering in your ear. your eyes went wide.

"hey, what page were we on again?"

heeseung. you had been so distracted you failed to even notice heeseung had came in and sat directly behind you.

you carefully turned your head just a little before realizing how close his face was to yours. "um-.. it's 32" you quickly whispered directing your attention back to the front of the room.

"thanks, pretty" he winked before leaning back into his own chair, smiling satisfied.

the heat instantly rose to your face upon hearing the familiar nickname again. the same one that ignited a visceral reaction within you that night at the party, due to the familiarity of the tone, the voice.

the remainder of the class, he continued making up excuses to teasingly lean over, whispering into your ear and your best friend was nothing short of intrigued.

as soon as the professor turned away from the class his lips were practically pressed up against your ear and you felt like you were going insane.

"hey, i missed that part, could i take a quick look at your notes?" he hummed quietly, face so close to yours you could feel his hot breath fanning your ear.

"s-sure, just.. quick" you muttered quietly afraid of being caught speaking while your professor was still mid-lecture.

you carefully passed your notebook over your shoulder, his hands taking it from yours, purposely brushing his fingers over yours in the process. - anxiously tapping the floor with your foot, waiting for him to give it back to you.

"are you almost done?" you slightly leaned to the side, whispering, as the professor had turned around and continued speaking, and you were anxious to have your notebook returned.

"yea, you want it back?" the boy smirked, not that you could see, but you could feel it through the smugness in his voice.

"say please~."

he cannot be serious. "what..?"

"just say please"

you sighed, ignoring the hammering of your heart against your chest.

"please?" you whispered, looking straight forward. but it was more than enough. right as the professor turned away for a brief second, he leaned over enough to place your notebook back onto your desk.

looking down, you quickly made yourself busy, continuing to take notes and try to stuff down all the emotions flowing through your body. that's when you noticed a tiny note written in the corner of your paper.

you look cute when you're blushing. ;)

and just like that you were sure your face was now completely red.

"hey are you okay?" yunjin leaned over noticing how red you were.

"yeah, i'm just hot.. it's a little hot in here" you muttered before removing your sweater.

thankfully the class was nearing the end, finally. as soon as the class was dismissed you quickly packed up your bag and grabbed yunjin's hand rushing the both of you out of the classroom.

"so... what the hell was heeseung doing all up in your space the whole class??"

"i don't know!"

"oh my god, that's why your face was red! you were blushing! do you have a crush on him?? since when?!"

"shut up!" you whispered trying to keep her from practically yelling about this in the hallway. "no! i don't, so since never."

"okayy well can't say the same for him..~" she giggled and you hit her arm.

"shut up. you're imagining stuff." you huffed before the both of you made it into your physics classroom.

this time you were determined to make sure he couldn't sit near you. quickly hopping into the seat next to jake and instructing yunjin to sit on your other side, before you also waved sunoo over, who had just come walking in the door to sit behind you. a sigh of relief left your mouth, seeing how all the seats in your close proximity had already been filled.

you hadn't even noticed heeseung walking in, and taking the seat across from yunjin.

"hey y/n!" jake smiled at you and your gaze lifted greeting him back with a friendly smile.

"hey jake!" - "how was the party last night? everyone was surprised to see you there, did you have fun?"

"oh yea, it was fun.. i guess, - not exactly my thing though." you chuckled quietly before continuing your friendly chit-chat with jake before the class eventually came to a start.

jake was easy to talk to. you two weren't exactly close, but closer than you and heeseung. jake was really good at physics. everyone knew that, so there were a few times he helped you out by offering a few quick study sessions after school at the library. so naturally the two of you did talk when it came to this class.

thankfully, the rest of this class went by smoothly. it was just about nearing the end before the professor announced you would be doing a partner assignment.

"so, pick someone to pair up with. this will be due next week, so please make sure to schedule some time outside of class to work on this with your partner. once you have chosen, before you leave today, just come write down your partnership!"

before you could think,

"hey, do you wanna be partners?" jake smiled, turning to you. and you almost sighed in relief. though yunjin, who had also turned to you, rolled her eyes.

"sure! honestly, i could use some extra help with this unit.. " you smiled to him before the two of you walked to the front of the class to write your names down.

none of which went un-noticed by heeseung. practically burning holes into his friends back. before he could stare any longer he got a backup plan in mind, turning to your best friend just before she had turned to sunoo. "hey, yunjin, do you wanna be partners?"

she was caught off guard at first but then she put 2 and 2 together figuring this was some effort to still get close to you. "sure" she smiled and sunoo rolled his eyes dramatically.

"ugh, i hate you both, you are both the worst." he pouted before turning to sunghoon, "sunghoon, do you have a partner?"

the boy pushed up his glasses before looking up "uh, no?"

"ok, now you do, come on," he said giving him almost no room to even argue before they both walked up to the front together as well.

after all of you had written down your partnerships you all exited the lecture hall agreeing to go to the library so you guys could plan what days you needed to get together to work on the assignment.

"y'know, why don't we all just get together at our house and we can all work together? heeseung was quick to suggest as soon as you all sat down.

"don't the three of you also share a dorm already?" he asked pointing to you yunjin and sunoo to which you all nodded.

"so, since jake, sunghoon, and i share a place and ours is bigger than a dorm, we should all just meet up together there." all of you looked around to see what everyone thought, and it was quickly agreed upon that that was a good idea.

not that you agreed necessarily, but you were quickly outnumbered, on top of that yunjin's enthusiasm was utterly confusing. you all agreed to meet up on friday to work on the assignment. all of you exchanging numbers before going on your separate ways.

—

the next few days rolled around and heeseung seemed to have let down on his teasing for a little bit, and thank god. because you were already stressed about friday the rest of the week. then, thursday came around. your phone dinged as you lay in your bed rolling around on your phone, seeing the notification pop up,

gamer.lhee is live now!

you hadn't even been on his page since the party last sunday. but you couldn't even deny how much you missed it without more time to think, you joined the stream.

you sat up feeling the heat rising to your face, he was fully clothed, the angle just showing his lap and his hands fidgeting with his rings while he chatted with those on the stream.

blushy.baby has entered the chat

"hi blushy.baby, welcome in~" he chuckled to himself, reading the username. oddly or maybe not, it reminded him of you. "cute username, reminded me of someone,"

who??

maybe he has a girlfriend?

maybe a crush?

the comments started rolling in, causing him to chuckle a bit more. "no, i don't have a girlfriend," he clarified, but carefully neglected the ones regarding if he had a crush or not. causing you to try and swallow the lump in your throat. intently watching between the screen and the chat room.

"blushy baby, joins but never talks~ is it because you're shy and blushy~?"

you felt the air get caught in your throat, hearing him single out your username. making your head spin, could he... know? fuck. no! i mean, it's probably not even lee heeseung. like you said, there's no way.

"it's okay, it's cute, i have a thing for cute shy girls." he hummed

blushy.baby: really?

"yes, something about.. about them, i don't know,.. maybe i have a corruption kink." he chuckled darkly before trailing off again ", proud of you for finally commenting something, baby. keep it up, yeah?"

and just like that you carefully squeezed your thighs together. fuck. it wasn't until now, when the comments were so direct, so personal, that you realized how much you loved hearing praises from him. if there was any way to keep you commenting, this was it.

blushy.baby: i will if you keep talking to me like that...

"oh yea?, you like being praised baby, hm? "

"- i was wondering what i should do for today's stream... maybe we can do some praising. maybe some guided masturbation? what do you pretty dolls think?"

the chat instantly sped up with enthusiasm and he chuckled at the eagerness.

"you're gonna be good for me, right?" he hummed his hand lightly grazing over his crotch area where you should start to see the outline of his boner growing.

"alright, now be a good girl for me and take off your pants first hm? dont worry ill follow along." he said as he carefully lifted his hips up in his chair before pulling down his pants leaving him in just his boxer briefs.

like you were put under some sort of trance, you set your phone down against your pillow before lifting your own hips and pulling down your pajama shorts leaving you in just your underwear.

"thats it, just like that," he hummed satisfied, and it almost felt like he could see you. like it was just you and him.

"okay, now leave your panties on, just touch outside for me, hm? just like this" his hand slowly started to stroke the outline of his hardened cock through the strained fabric of his boxers.

and you did the same, slipping your hand down cupping yourself, feeling the moistened material of your underwear clinging to your skin already. letting out a small helpless mutter.

"you're already wet for me arent you? dirty slut."

the sudden use of such degrading words, mixed with his still soft tone, and praises l make your hips shudder. you liked that too... really liked it.

"its ok though, b',cus you're my pretty little slut~, aren't you?" he cooed before letting a small deep chuckle breathe past his lips. he continued, painstakingly slowly stroking himself, the wet patch from his pre-cum leaking out now evident, only soaking you more as you stared at the screen and continued to palm yourself.

"ok lets get rid of these now too, they are in the way." he lifted his hips again just enough to slowly pull down his boxers simultaneously also pulling his shirt over his head. letting his big, stiff and hardened cock hit his stomach as it sprang out.

"look what you do to me.." he grabbed himself in his hand making sure the camera got a good angle of his angry red tip, leaking of pre-cum. "wish i could see what i do to you..." he hummed slowly starting to stroke himself.

on the other side of the screen you were practically drooling just at the sight. your hips needily rutting against your hand. before you too removed the last remaining of your clothes.

"go on, touch yourself." his voice was low and demanding. and it didn't take long for your fingers to slowly start circling your clit.

"mm, thats it baby" he hummed. "now, i want you to imagine its my fingers ok? not yours, mine touching you."

you gulped and closed your eyes doing just as he said and the second you let your imagination roam the better it felt. imagining what his large hands, long fingers would feel like all over you. having the precision that you lacked deeply.

"good girl." - "faster."

at this point, you could barely suppress the whines leaving your mouth, but fearing your roommates would hear you, you turned your head to the side muffling the sounds into the pillow as best you could.

"fuck, i wish i was inside you right now. wanna fuck your tight little cunt." he moaned lowly. and little did you know, the entire time he was thinking about you. about fucking you.

the dirtiness of the words made your brain start to feel weird and fuzzy. your pussy fluttered clenching helplessly around nothing. not even your fingers because still, you had yet to venture into doing anything other than stimulating your clit.

"fuck. im gonna cum. you wanna cum for me, hm baby?" his hand sped up the squelching sounds from the way he was fucking himself into his hand were pounding in your earbuds.

you mindlessly nodded your head as if he could see you, feeling the knot in your stomach building, you were so close.

"lets cum together, yeah? i wanna cum inside you." the sheer thought of that alone sent you flying over the edge the second the words left his lips.

and just like that he started to reach his high as well. imagining what it would feel like to stuff you full. "oh fuck, yes, im coming.." his moans got louder and you continued to rub messy circles on your clit as you rode out your high, your legs and hips shaking and squirming beneath your own touch.

your eyes fluttered open as you slowly started coming down from your immense high. seeing the lewd image on the screen, hee's hand still wrapped around his cock, messy, with cum dripping down everywhere.

"good girl, you did so good for me, pretty." he hummed sweetly. and in that moment you heard it again. not gamer.lhee, lee heeseung. 'pretty'.

it was him.

the sound rang in your ears all you could think about was what it would actually be like to actually be on the receiving end of those words. not through a screen. not to the thousands of others watching him. but to you and only you.

not long after that, the stream ended. leaving you with a world-wind of emotions. but it was already so late. you didn't have time or honestly even the capacity in your brain after all of that to think. you carefully cleaned yourself up before getting back into your bed and passing out almost immediately from exhaustion.

how the fuck. where you going to face him tomorrow.

—

the next morning when you finally woke up, you felt so nervous about the day that you felt physically sick. after the stream last night, it only strengthened your theory on whether or not gamer.lhee was lee heeseung.

you were almost sure of it. and there was no way you could face him today. but yet, you had to.

situation being what it is, you devised a plan, well. kinda. the plan basically entailed ignoring heeseungs presence at all costs. just focus on the project and jake. easy enough, right?

after the day of classes went by, you and your two best friends returned to your shared dorm to get ready before heading over to the boy's house.

"ok, what should we wear?" yunjin spoke almost excitedly as if you were going out to hang out with friends, not work on some boring assignment.

"um... i was gonna wear sweats? what is that not appropriate study attire?" you asked as you walked together through the dorm,

"no that's perfectly appropriate! that's what i was gonna wear too!" sunoo was quick to reassure you only to receive an elbow in the side from yunjin. "OW! what was that-" he rolled his eyes and clutched his side dramatically while giving him a face before continuing with you.

"like sweatshirt and sweatpants?"

"yes?"

"no."

"no?"

"no. how about sweats and a cropped baby tee? still cute but comfy!"

"what is up with you?? why do you care what i wear to work on a school project??" you quickly nipped back at her, unlike your usual demnor, but you were getting slightly irritated, confused as to what the reason for all of this was.

"ok seriously? y/n. heeseung has literally been flirting with you ever since the party, are you that clueless?? i saw all of it in class. plus pretty much all of his friends were eating you with their stares as well. and well, they are all hot. this is your chance!!"

"my chance for what exactly?" you questioned noticing the sudden warmth that had risen to your cheeks. quickly turning away as both of them followed into your room.

"like i don't know, a boyfriend, a sex friend? so many possibilities.." she giggled but not in the way that she was joking, in the way that she was completely and utterly serious. "and that means you admit it right? he was flirting with you!"

"you're crazy. and i don't know! ok! i don't know what's going on with him lately, he's being weird." you obviously were trying to deflect because you obviously couldn't believe let alone admit any of this yet.

"just trust me ok, ill be the best wing-woman, just let me help." she pleaded.

"no, not tonight i need to focus, i need to get a good grade on this project."

yunjin sighed dramatically. "ugh. fine, but you are wearing what i said. i won't interject anything, but the outfit I'm just gonna test a theory ok?"

"whatever.." you finally gave in, just hoping it would make her shut up, and it did. for now at least.

the three of you all got ready which didn't entail all that much since you were already coming from class. you changed into a pair of low-rise baggy grey sweats that pooled at your ankles and paired it with a basic white baby tee that was practically skin tight, just slightly cropped showing the tiniest bit of your stomach. leaving your hair down you fixed your already practically perfect curls, before touching up your flawless makeup.

"you guys ready?" you walked out into the living room finding sunoo, yunjin not far behind.

"yup!"

by the time you guys arrived at the boy's shared house, it was around 4:30pm. yunjin carefully knocked on the door and you anxiously shifted on your feet fidgeting with your school bag before the door was answered. it was jake. you sighed a little in relief.

"hey guys! come on in!" the fluffy-haired boy smiled and the three of you entered into the shared home.

"the guys are in the living room, it's pretty big so we figured we could all just work in there or if it's too loud we can split up around the house, i don't know whatever you guys think works we are cool with!"

jake smiled before leading you all to the living room, not before he got a nice look at you though. he hadn't really taken the time to notice how pretty you were. not until the party when everyone saw you outside of your school persona. but seeing you in his house, in daylight, in casual clothes you looked adorable.

once you reached the living room everyone started to greet each other slowly taking seats around. but as soon as you stepped foot in there you could feel a particularly heavy gaze set on you. heeseung.

you didn't even look at him but you knew it was him. and it was. he didn't even hold back the small lip bite as his eyes drank in your figure from top to bottom only to be brought back to reality when your best friend stepped in front of him.

there was a few other figures lingering around as well. it was jay and jungwon. i guess they didn't need a reason, this is their house but it felt a little strange before the two of them talked. just chatting and letting everyone know they were around if anyone needed help finding anything or food. it was clear though to most that they were just curious, as to what was going on, and more so who was in their house right now.

after everyone got sort of settled in different areas of the room, you and jake took a spot in the corner with some pillows on the floor and spread out your notes and textbooks. "so, did you look over any of the requirements yet?" jake spoke softly,

"oh, uh, no... not yet sorry.." your tone was quickly guilt-ridden and worried before jake was quick to reassure you.

"no, no problem at all, i already did so you didn't have to." he smiled, getting out the instructions given by your professor. "ill just give you a small run-down, and then we can work together on the rest, sound good?" you nodded.

"oh and let me know if im going too fast or you don't understand something, not that you won't... you are like the top student of the school. but just in case y'know,... i know physics isn't your favorite, so honestly, i don't mind doing most of the work!" he smiled reassuringly and for some reason it almost made you blush. you weren't sure exactly why, maybe because you two were finally in such close proximity alone together.

either way, what you hadn't noticed was how heeseung noticed. everything. his jaw was clenched starting holes into jake and you before yunjin brought him back to reality.

"ok, heeseung, could you stop eye-fucking y/n for at least like 5 seconds?"

"what?" heeseung looked back at her barely even acknowledging what she said.

"i agreed to be your partner, god knows why because i know you actually suck at this class, so come on please lets just get something done."

"oh yea... sure, sorry.." he sighed and redirected his focus to the papers infront of him.

about and hour and a half went by and everyone kept to themselves, or moreso, their partnerships. trying to get as much done as possible, before inevitably needing some sort of break.

"my brain hurts..." you whined slightly rubbing your temples. earning a small chuckle from jake.

"we make a pretty good team though, huh? look were almost done in one day!" he gestured down at your work proudly and heeseung overheard the whole thing, getting irritated he walked over to the two of you.

"hey y/n you okay?" your heart dropped hearing the framilar voice, slowly looking up to meet his face.

"oh yea... im fine" you muttered and jake looked up confused as well at the boys sudden approach.

"i just saw you rubbing your head, does it hurt? i have some tylenol if you need some,"

"oh shit, does it? i thought you were just joking around, let me go get some-" jake quickly went to stand up,

"no no!! im fine seriously, i think i just need some water and a snack or something, thats all!"

"say less," jake smiled getting up before offering his hand to help you off the ground aswell, earning a heavy eyeroll from heeseung.

"come on ill show you where we keep the best snacks" he smiled and gently brushed his hand across your lower back guiding you to the kitchen with him. a framilar feeling from when heeseung did the same exact thing to you at the party.

which heeseung instantly noticed and pissed him off even further.

"snacks? hell yea fuck this " sunghoon instantly stood up and so did the others everyone gravitating towards the kitchen for a small snack break.

heeseung followed closely behind the two of you, before he stopped biting his tongue, and decided he had enough of jakes hands on you.

heeseung swiftly came up behind jake,

"hey sim, pretty sure this project doesnt require such a hands-on approach." he glared before turning his direction towards you. jake just looked at his friend confused at the sudden passive aggressive comment.

"you good? you don't need jake to babysit you, right?" heeseung stepped between the two of you creating enough space between the two of you for his comfort. grabbing you a bottle of water from the fridge. "here, and let me know if your head gets worse and you need the tylenol, hm?"

heeseungs sudden attentiveness had your heart racing and your stomach fluttering. and the tension between him and jake was palpable now. you tried to make sure to maintain your composure (you weren't.)

because when you reached out to take the water bottle from his hand you instantly had flashbacks to last night. that hand, his hand, his voice, him. you nearly dropped it when the boy caught it and handed it to you again "careful there pretty, you sure you're okay? –" he leaned in subtly enough to where it wouldn't look suspicious. "or do i just make you nervous" he smirked quickly pulling back before casually taking a seat.

the others were all already sitting around the kitchen table, snacks in hand chatting and eating. You took a seat in the only empty chair, almost as if it was intentional, the only seat open was between both jake and heeseung. You reluctantly sat down anxiously sipping on your water, almost completely silent as the rest of the group chatted among themselves.

"wait, guys i have an idea.." yunjin suddenly speaks up and the misciclanious chatter quiets. "lets play a game... y'know, as a break while were here, - how about truth or dare?"

everyone looks around but it doesnt take but a couple seconds for everyone to agree. partially because all of you were so bored, but mostly because it gave everyone an excuse to procrastinate for a little while longer.

"i'm down" jake and sunghoon immediately responded in which heeseung followed.

"can we play too?" jay and jungwon walked up hearing the commotion from the kitchen.

"the more the merrier!" sunoo clapped his hands excitedly and you almost let your whole head fall on the counter hoping it would hit hard enough to knock you out.

"who wants to go first?"

"ill go!" jungwon quickly volunteered

"ok, truth or dare jungwon?" yunjin asks sitting up on her elbows.

"truth"

"If you had to survive the zombie apocalypse with one person in this room, who would it be?"

jungwon sighed as he looked around thinking deeply about his answer.

"shit... i dont know i feel like im probably fucked with all of you to be honest but, maybe jay or jake? I know jay can fight, and well jake is studying in healthcare so he could probably help keep me alive.."

"yess sirr!" jake chuckled and posed proudly while jay laughed, nodding.

"ok sure, but don't make it seem like i just go around beating people up won..."

the rest of the group went back and forth between some light hearted and casual truths + dares. heeseung, casually pulled out his phone, opening his twitter and deciding to tweet an update to his account as he frequently would. but it was weird,

at the exact same time he tweeted, your phone which was upside-down next to your arm buzzed. weird.

i mean obviously everyone gets notifications, he shouldn't have thought that much of it, but the timing was so perfect. he decided to send another one, and surely enough, your phone buzzed again. his eyebrows immedialty raised. no fucking way.

gamer.lhee: ??

he tweeted a third time, just a random series of question marks and right on time, your phone buzzed, a third and fourth time. and there you were, completely oblivious as to what was happening. too busy listening to the others playing the game to even notice your phone buzzing on the table.

he really had no way to prove it but he had to try. and the fact you were all playing truth or dare made it even easier. he quickly set his phone down and re-focused his attention to the rest of the group.

"ok, heeseung, you haven't gone yet, truth or dare" yunjin smirks and you can only pray to god she doesn't say anything stupid, but you know her.

"truth"

"who in this room would you trust the most with a secret?"

perfect.

"y/n." heeseung quickly and casually responds, to which his best friend gasp offenedly.

"dude are you serious, in a room full of your best friends??" jake scofs

heeseung shrugs, "i don't know, something just tells me that y/n is really good at keeping secrets."

you immediately turned your head, feeling your heartbeat quicken, so fast that it had you debating if you would go into cardiac arrest. why... how.. why would he,,.. why would he say that??? he can't know. how would he know.

you just looked up at him flustered and confused and he just shrugged again keeping the same smug smirk on his face. "am i wrong?" he asked but this time quiet and directed at you.

"ok my turn to ask!" sunoo shouted excitedly, seeing that the questions and dares were starting to pick up in the heat.

"y/n, truth or dare?"

your eyes widened like a warning towards sunoo instantly. what best friends they are. you were practically begging him with your look to go easy on you but you knew he wasn't.

you rubbed your temples trying to gauge which choice would be less lethal. truth, right?

"truth, i guess.."

"ok, when was the last time you thought about kissing someone..." he pauses briefly before finishing the question, "- in this room?"

your face said everything.

"oh?" sunghoon raised his eyebrows curiously as pretty much everyone in the room, except for 3 people seemed surprised. yunjin, sunoo, and heeseung. who wore a smug smirk on his face.

"oh? so, recently then?" sunoo teases further only causing your face to redden even more.

jake quickly also turned his attention to you, although he didn't want to make you even more embarrassed, so he said nothing. just sat in silence wondering who it could be. feeling a slight twinge of jealousy.

"n-no.." your voice quickly betrayed you as your words stumbled out in a stutter. "i don't, i mean, - i haven't thought about,.. kissing, anyone! , ever!"

"you are literally such a bad lair." yunjin scofs

jake quickly noticed how red your face was, and whilst heeseung was relishing in your flustered state, jake quickly took it into his hands to help his partner out of the situation.

"ok my turn, no one has asked me yet!" jake says to the group eyes starting to re-direct to the boys.

"ok, truth or dare jake" jay quickly replies

"dare"

"do your best impression of one of us"

jake carefully looks around before his eyes locked on his target for a second. jake proceeds to sassily cross his arms and roll his eyes hard, before giving jay a nasty side eye. collectively everyone started laughing

"sunoo." the group almost said in unison, as they continued laughing at jakes sassy impression of sunoo.

"hey!" sunoo snapped back but he couldn't even argue as it was completely accurate.

"ok, seriously though this was fun, we should get back to working now though," jake says while others boo and sigh

"hey i never said we couldn't continue this another time?" the rest of the group agreed and everyone went back into their spots in the living room.

everyone slowly got back into working on their projects and jake could tell your mind was elsewhere, so he without asking took on most of the work finishing up the project.

"hey y/n? can i ask you something?"

you turned quickly meeting the boys gaze,

"sure, what is it?" he paused for a minute before he asked you quietly, wanting to make sure no one overheard.

"is there something going on between you and heeseung?"

you eyes widened taken aback by jakes question,

"no, why..?" you quickly responded

"oh, i dont know, it just kinda seems like theres something going on between the two of you lately..."

"theres not! well.." you paused as you thought back to the night of the party. maybe he already told the guys what happened?

"well?"

"did he ever tell any of you what happened at the party?"

jake raised his eyebrows and shook his head, "no, did something happen between you two at the party?"

"no! well sorta... i just, he offered me a drink and i said yes and then i sorta.... ran away.."

you looked down fidgeting with your fingers. honestly you found jake easy to open up too. he was someone who was easy to talk to and instantly made anyone feel comfortable in his presence. so it wasnt hard to be truthful with him. it felt nice honestly.

its not like you couldn't talk to your best friends, its just that, you knew as soon as you did it would make it real. because they would encourage you, and you weren't exactly sure if thats what you wanted yet. with jake, he just was there to listen.

"why? - i mean, whyd you run away?"

"honestly... i dont know" you lied. obviously you couldn't tell him the full truth. you couldn't tell anyone.

"hey, well, if you ever need someone to talk to know that im around" he smiled warmly before playfully reaching over and ruffling your hair.

"i know yunjin and sunoo are great but its obvious they aren't always the most subtle people..." jake chuckled to which you did as well.

"yea, tell me about it."

"im here to listen, and i promise anything you tell me ill keep to myself." he smiled and you could tell he was being genuine.

"thanks jake" you smiled back warmly

"hey, at least we got the project done! no one else seemed to finished today. i bet we will get a 100%" he smiled bumping your arm and heeseung took note of the giggles and closeness clenching his jaw.

"you like her, dont you?"

heeseung snapped his head back to yunjin,

"is it that obvious?"

"hm, not really, well to me yea, but i dont think anyone else has noticed."

heeseung sighed as he admitted his feelings for the first time ever.

"good luck with that, she hasnt dated anyone since like middle school."

"so are you gonna help me out or what?"

"eh, maybe,– maybe if we get a good grade on this assignment."

heeseung sighs like hes doomed bc he knows whatever grade the both of them got on the project would be purely based off if yunjin knew what she was doing, because he did not.

"you are such an idiot, why do you think i agreed to be your partner when she partnered up with jake? its obvious that was the only reason you even asked me. "

"thanks," he smiled

"yea yea, whatever, u should probably hurry up, looks like jake thinks he has some sort of a chance too," she said and both of them shifted their direction to the two of you.

heeseung clenching his jaw as he saw the way jakes hand brushed over your arm.

"does she like him?" he asked gaze still fixated on the both of you.

"no idea, she doesnt talk about any of that, shes always so focused on school i havent heard anything about her having a crush in years."

the conversation slowly simmered out and heeseung got another idea as he saw you finally open your phone. he quickly pulled up his twitter account before tweeting again

gamer.lhee: "you watching me, angel?"

your face immediately turned red seeing the notification, clicking on it and seeing the previous ones. that's when it clicked. the whole time your ringer had been on. he was testing you. he knows.

you quickly stood up and excused yourself to the bathroom, something that was seeming to become a habit now. heeseung followed behind before his arms cornered you against the hallway wall.

"heeseung, what are you-"

he leaned in, dangerously close, lips almost brushing against your ear.

"do you also get this flustered when you watch me at night too?"

- tbc.

dont forget to reblog if you enjoyed it!!! <3 super helpful and appreciated!!

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[howi99]

Jaune: *transporting Yang on his back, entering team RWBY's room* Hey Ruby!

Ruby: ... Jaune, why is my sister unconscious?

Jaune: *delicately posing the sleeping beauty in her bed* Honestly? No clues! We were just walking to the arcade when i saw a guy doing some sick move on a skateboard. So i grabbed her hands and-

Ruby: *cutting him in a panic* WAIT! HOLD ON!

Jaune: *confused* What did i-

Ruby: YOU HOLD HER HAND!?

Jaune: ... Y-yeah? *Scratching his head* Does she hate it-

Ruby: *grabbing him by the shoulders* THEN WHAT HAPPENED!?

Jaune: U-uh... Well...

_ 1h ago _

Jaune: *holding Yang's hand, smiling* That guy was awesome, right? Man, those tricks were sick!

Yang: *Blushing* Y-yeah! Totally! *Looking at their hands* (OMG OMG! WE ARE HOLDING HANDS!? ALREADY?!? BUT WE AREN'T EVEN DATING!!!)

Jaune: *who was continuing talking* -So, you'd like some?

Yang: *who absolutely didn't listen* (That sounds like an invitation! S-should i accept!?) U-uh yeah, sure!

Jaune: *beaming* Awesome! I heard they made some of the best noodles in town and-

Yang: *panicking* (RESTAURANT!? OH MY GOSH, THIS IS A DATE!!!) J-Jaune, d-don't you think we should take it a bit slower?

Jaune: *confused* Hm? *Worried* Oh, am i walking too fast? *Apologetic smile* I'm sorry, i just got excited about the food i guess.

Yang: ... (ALERT! ALERT! HE'S SEDUCING US! THAT IDIOT DOESN'T EVEN TRY AND WE ARE FOLDING LIKE A CAMPING CHAIR!) *Cough in her hand, trying to hide how much of a blushing mess she is* It's fine, d-don't worry!

_ _ _

Ruby: *recoil* YOU TOOK HER TO A RESTAURANT!?

Jaune: ... I mean, it was more of a food stand but-

Ruby: WHAT ELSE?!

Jaune: N-not much! We just finished eating when-

_ 30min ago _

Yang: *Finishing her bowl* Damn, that was good! *Grinning, hitting Jaune's arm playfully* Should have brought me here sooner, that place's the best! (Oof, i was just imagining things. Man, i really need to calm myself, huh?)

Jaune: *looking at Yang, seeing a little bit of noodle stuck on her face* Hm... Yang, you got something on your face.

Yang: Wait, really? Where-

Jaune : *Remove it delicately with a smile, his hand brushing her face slightly* Here, all good to go!

Yang: ... (FUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKK!!!)

Jaune: *tilting his head* Is everything alright?

Yang: *Blushing madely* O-o-of c-course! J-just a bit hot, that's all! (VB, STOP! I'M GOING TO MELT! YOU ARE KILLING ME WITH KINDNESS!)

Jaune: *worried* Yang, you are completely red... *Putting his hand on her forehead* You are burning! *Grabbing her hands* He-here, i'll boost your aura and-

_ _ _

Jaune: And she lost consciousness right there. *Scratch his head* I really don't understand, she was fine and then BAM! K.O!

Ruby: ... So that's what dad warned us about.

Jaune: What?

Ruby: *shaking her head with a sigh, going out of the room* Just... Good luck. *Close the door*

Jaune: *confused* ... Good luck? *Feeling a sensation of dread as he felt something warm on his back* ... Y-Yang?

Yang: *smiling like an angel* Yes~?

Jaune: *blushing* W-why can't i feel your jacket?

Yang: *chuckle* Oh Jaune... You have no idea how much you are going to enjoy this~

[coreene]

Asking Astarion permission for Halsin

As far as I can tell from the flags, this option should appear regardless if it's spawn or ascended Astarion and it doesn't matter if it's before or after Cazador fight.

Player: You wouldn't believe the conversation I've just had with Halsin... Astarion: Ah, ha ha ha, I was wondering when you were going to ask me about this. Player: It's all right with you? You don't sound fazed... Astarion: The druid is unique. He has a lot of experience with this type of arrangement. Thus, I'm sure it would be quite a harmless affair.

This is the continuation of the above conversation. See how it ends with "jump to node 853". If I understand it correctly node 138 and the following dialogue happens when this conversation happens after Cazador fight.

Astarion: I guessed. The man can't stay quiet about 'enjoying the freedom of Nature's gifts'. I bet he'd outlaw clothing if he could. Player: I wouldn't even consider it if it bothered you. Astarion: I trust you to make choices that are not going to hurt what we have. 1. Player: I want to see what happens with him. Astarion: Honestly, so do I. What an adventure for you! 2. Player: I care for you a great deal. That's never changing. Astarion: After all this, I've realised it's all right if it does change. If anything changes. 3. Player: I don't know what lies ahead, but I trust you, too. Astarion: You're lucky I'm such an open-minded person.

This is the conversation I think majority of us has seen in the game. This conversation happens when you ask Astarion for permission before Cazador fight.

Astarion: I'm happy for you to have as much Halsin as you wish - but I do have one question. It's not because... you know... we haven't... in a while? 1. Player: Gods, I don't want you to think that for a moment. Astarion: I know I was being foolish. But thank you for saying it. 2. Player: I've admired Halsin for a while, that's all it is. Astarion: I'm fairly sure the only one in the camp who hasn't is Withers, but even with him one can never be certain. Even jerky was meat once. 3. Player: He propositioned me out of nowhere - I just want to see where it goes. Astarion: What hovel were you living in, that you didn't see this coming back in the grove? Honestly. But that's fine. devnote: affectionately 4. Player: What I have with you is wholly different and very special to me. Astarion: Aww. 5. Player: I don't want you to feel bad, but I have felt frustrated. Astarion: Oh. Well, you would. Wouldn't you? It makes sense.

This is the end note. As far as I can tell, all of the nodes above will come down to this, so this is what he'll always say when he gives his permission.

Astarion: Go right on with Halsin. Far be it from me to hold your hunger against you. devnote: genuine about it

Been meaning to post this for a while (like six months, oops). A conversation in discord came up, reminding me that I never did so, I finally got to post all of it.

[catinasockinsideabox]

The Dickkory and Dickbabs subreddits are... LONG POST

After reading a comment under one of my posts from a moderator of a Dick and Barbara subreddit, i decided to open reddit and check the subreddit, seeing if making an account on reddit was worthy or not. While searching Nightwing, i found a subreddit about Dick and Kory too. For the new people who haven't read many of my posts: I don't mind Dick and Kory together and i enjoy the fan arts, i got beef with some toxic shippers, that's it.

I don't have words to describe my short experience. I have A LOT of questions.

Is the subreddit about Dick and Kory or about bashing Dick and Barbara, Barbara and the shippers of the other ship?

I got addicted to the Dick x Barbara subreddit and been spending almost an hour scrolling on it to see and read posts. I think the last 'Rant' They have a flair for rant posts. 10 points for whoever made it post i've seen is from 6/7 months ago.

On the Dick x Kory subreddit, the moment i got on it, the first post i saw was a 'mocking' one. Keeping scrolling, buried by the fan arts posts you're gonna find a lot of posts mocking the other ship or talking badly of Barbara and the Dickbabs shippers, commenting everything they say and 'insulting' them. Is that all there is to talk about on there if not enjoying fan arts? On the DxB subreddit i've seen some posts asking questions, on this one there are more bad posts. When there is a post asking a question, it's still gonna mock the other shippers.

Now i wonder, the moderators do something about this? I'm sorry if there's one moderator who have tumblr and is reading this but i have to say this. This is toxic behavior. For the shippers of Dick and Kory who complain about the Dick x Barbara shippers talking bad about them, this is not helping their case.

In the recent post i saw on the subreddit, someone in the comments said they found the post disrespectful, the op replied explaining how the other shippers of the other ship and dc writers do the same. The person who made the comment answered op saying that they shouldn't do the same.

If this person is reading this post, i'm sending you a kiss. That must take a lot of courage to say there. This person is getting dislikes for saying both girls should be respected. I was relieved to see few others disagreeing with the post.

I would have said it myself but it's not my place ON their subreddit and i didn't want to make an account for now.

That comment reminded me how i was called out once by a DxK shipper for something like this. I said something, they had called me out and i told them that other shippers of the DxK do the same, so why shouldn't i. That person told me that just because they do, it doesn't mean i should do the same.

So if a DxB shipper do it it's wrong but if a DxK does it it's alright? Sure, fine, ok, i understand.

I once again apologize if a moderator of that subreddit is reading this but let me give you an advice i know this sentence sounds mean but it's not, i want to believe that whoever you are you're a good person who's trying their best to be a good moderator but it's hard on a big subreddit there's an important need of better moderation. I don't know anything about reddit, don't know if i want to know more but i know that for how the things are going, not many people shippers or not are gonna view the DxK shippers. I'm not saying there should never be a rant post, i'm saying those rant and mock posts should be lessened and more civil. Outside all this, i'll let you know i really enjoyed the fan arts!

On the other side, for the moderators of the DxB subreddit...I don't know if you guys did something but the posts surely changed a lot in months. As i said from the start, the rant posts are all old. While i don't agree with some things that were said in those i'm relieved to see how old those are and how there aren't many anymore.

If those subreddits should be a safe place for shippers, it doesn't mean they should be places where people are free to insult and attack others. If you can't see the problem and get mad about this post, i don't know what to tell you.

You want DxB shippers to shut up and stop bad mouthing your ship and Kory? This isn't the way. This way, you're just ruining the reputation of your favorite ship. I get you're angry at how even writers bury and erase DxK but it doesn't mean you should bad mouth the other ship too because others do.

Also i'd like to apologize again to any moderator from both subreddits if they're reading this and feel somewhat attacked, this isn't the meaning of this post. Sending a virtual friendly forehead kiss to you guys.

Now i'd like to say something about the tags on this post.

Since when i'm trying to get good replies to have a discussion or finally someone bringing up a nice come back that makes sense but people just comment about how i shouldn't tag Dickkory in this and ignore the post, i'm making it clear here so you don't need to waste time leaving a comment :

Tumblr works through tags. It's true that you don't want to see the boring rare Dickkory critique post in the Dickkory tag but it works like this.

When i scroll through the Damian Wayne tag i also don't want to see the bad posts and i am just looking for fics or art but if it's about Damian Wayne what is that person supposed to tag the post as if they want people to see it and maybe have discussions or read about people's opinions?

This said, useless comments about the tags that aren't bringing up a good discussion and criticize the tag choice are gonna get deleted. You can say anything about the post and i won't touch your comment if not replying but if all you have to say is whine about the tags don't even bother to leave a comment.

Edit for people who clearly didn't understand what i said : No matter who attacked who first, you're still both wrong. If the DxB shippers attacked you first then they're wrong, i don't approve it. It doesn't mean you should attack them back. Yea the guy attacked that bully so i should attack them too, is what you guys in the comments are saying. Does it sound right to you? You answer violence with more violence? Also i'd like to specify that yea i'm doing the same but this is a blog dedicated to it. And others have one too so, thanks to your logic, i can have one too because the others do so too. The subreddit is not about attacking others, it's about the ship, sharing arts and content about it but yea i'm new so how should i know right. Call it 'hate dickbabs club' at this point and nothing change.

[heartavenue]

Think FROM not OF!

Okay guys, here's another tip that I have for you all! Just like the title says instead of thinking of your dr think from it!

Now what do I mean by this? Can you do me a favor? You will? Yippie! (I really hope you said yes or else this looks incredibly stupid)

Think about your dr, describe it! In your head or out loud it's your decision! I'll give you some time okay?!

You're done? Great, now pay attention to how you thought about your dr. Did you say things like "Oh when I get there" or "I can't wait to do XYZ"

If so, this is what I want you to do. Your dr isn't narnia, or the north pole. It's not a fictional place that you can only dream of, it's REAL! So think of it as such.

Instead of thinking about getting there/going there/what's waiting for you. Think about it just like you do your cr. You know your dr right? I mean you're there right, so why are you thinking about as if you're not?

Here is what I want you all to do, answer these questions FROM your dr! Do not create separation, answer these just like you would if someone asked you here. If you do not know how to respond that is fine!

What is your name?

What a pretty name! What does it mean?

Omg, I love that! But I'm curious what do you do first thing in the morning?

I do that too! What is your day-to-day life like?

Mhm, I don't know how you do it...what's your favorite time of day?

See me I prefer late at night! Speaking of late at night, do you have any favorite late-night snacks?

I see I see! What about family? Who are they? Do you have any siblings?

I have three myself! What about your parents? What do they do?

That's cool! I don't think I know what my dad does, to be honest...

What about your friend group? Who's in it? Describe them!

Yeah, my friends are very eccentric...to say the least but I love them! What are some things you do with them for fun?

That sounds so invite please invite me next time! Now I'm kinda nosy so...do you have a s/o?

Really?! Tell me about them! How did you meet? Who said I love you first? First date? I wanna know it all!

That is so cute! You guys are so cute! But tell me about yourself now! Fav color? What's your clothing style?

Mine is pink, and I love the y2k aesthetic! What do you do in your spare time?

You're so cool! But what do you do to relax?

Yes relaxation is so important! But you know what else is? FOOD! What do you like to eat? Fav food? Fav drink? Do you prefer to cook at home or eat out?

I see I see! That all sounds so yummy! Now as much as I would love to spend more time with you I'm afraid I have to go but not without one last question...what is something that you love the most, now I want you to think deeply about this! It could be a person, place, thing, animal but tell me why! Is it the reason why you're shifting here? Dig deep!

Okay my loves I just thought to do this randomly I hope you all enjoy! Feel free to reblog with your answers, comment, or just answer them in your head do whatever you want! But be sure to think FROM your dr not OF IT!

[the-pigeon-queen]

You draw a lot of soft big brother Primo and for that I'm super grateful but like, do you have any art/ideas for unhinged Primo who wants to punch pandas and invade countries and all that? Just curious 👀

Sorry for the long delay :'] I’m sorry I don’t currently have any doodles or art of unhinged Primo, but that doesn’t mean I’m not plagued by Primo thoughts.

The big disclaimer here is that this is all personal headcannons; I’m the type of Ghost fan that generally wants to follow the cannon, but also, you know, is more than fine with adapting and extrapolating a few things… So, all this is about my Personal Primo conjecture lol

Everything we’ve ever gotten about Primo in cannon paints him as batshit crazy, but somehow fandom morphed him into a much gentle figure. And I honestly enjoy both sides and think he can be both :’]

Like… Primo loves his little brothers, but hates humans. He grows a beautiful garden but anticipates the day it will be destroyed in Armageddon. He makes tea blends with the same precision he would conduct a sacrificial ritual. He curls up in an armchair next to a cozy fireplace with an ancient tomb on demonology in his lap. There is a non-zero amount of dead bodies in his garden, feeding the flowers with their decaying flesh.

And he believes there’s something beautiful about that; the cycle of life and death, the miracle of life and the necessity of death.

Primo hates the government and he hates society; he hates humanity. He believes it to be corrupt and evil – and looks forward to the day that it reaps what it deserves. It also means that he doesn’t have a lot of personal objections to doing ‘evil’ things, himself.

I do not think that makes him a complete monster (because completely chaotic evil characters aren’t that interesting to me). Primo doesn’t go out of his way to be cruel.

Like, Primo has no qualms with sacrificing a goat or lamb on the alter, but wouldn’t kick a puppy. Primo wouldn’t hesitate to kill a man if he deemed it necessary, but he’s always kind to children. He would burn down a government building for fun, but he wouldn’t burn down a family home. He would absolutely have a reporter abducted because the Clergy kept badgering him to do interviews, but would see to it that the reporter had lunch.

Now – the Ghost Project.

Primo had no interest in it. He looked at his father, who he hates, and the flashy, rock n’ roll lifestyle, and quickly decided he wanted nothing to do with it. But he wasn’t given a choice in the matter. He does come around to aspects of it, though. He realizes that music can be a powerful tool to lure people into the Ministry. He realizes that he can influence people with music.

He commits to Ghost; writing songs and performing, singing Satan’s praises. His time as frontman is dedicated to his dark lord. Primo does not want the Ghost Project to be about him – he wants it to be about the message, alone. So, he tries to stay anonymous. He tries to stay separate.

But the people want a rockstar, they want interviews, they want personalization. And the Clergy pressures him to give them that. So, he breaks down and gives them interviews. Primo is old at this point – old and a little bitter. He doesn’t give a shit about the interviews.

So, he gets exceptionally high, sits down, and decides to have some fun with them.

So yeah, sure, he’d hit a panda in the face with a brick, but he wouldn’t do it for free – like, $500 bucks would do it. And sure, hell, he’d be down for some world domination, why not? Sounds like fun. Also, yeah, you know what, his d!ck is 13 inches long, write that down, it’s important. His Ghouls sit there in silent agony while their leader rattles off whatever wild bull he happens to think of off the top of his head, and he’s having a blast watching the interviewer get more and more uncomfortable.

And then his time as frontman is over, and he gladly turns over the Mitre to his little brother and returns to a quiet life of blood sacrifices and quiet gardening.

[theitgirlboutique]

The art of beauty not another face in the crowd

The 'Aphrodite' collection

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Ourania, Pandemos, Philommeidḗs... These are all words used to describe Aphrodite ~ the goddess of love and beauty. True beauty is unforgettable —pure. Have you ever met one of those people that are unbelievably pretty, but when they open their mouths all that glamour disappears?

There are many layers to beauty, I like to classify it in 3 tiers : The shell, The heart, and finally, the orbit

Part 1 here

The heart edition Deeper than the surface

Your inside reflects your outside. Literally. The calmer, kinder, and sweeter you are to yourself, the better you look. Be gentle with yourself. Eat nourishing food, hang out with people you like, indulge in creativity, detox from junk food and devices for at least a couple of days, and simply prioritise yourself.

Speak slowly, but not too slow. Enunciate every word and ensure you speak clearly and calmly. Try recording yourself speaking and playing it back to fine-tune your pronunciation and tone. It helps build confidence and makes you more self-aware, which naturally improves how your voice sounds

Blink rarely and hold eye contact. Eek! The horrible, the unsettling—eye contact, my worst enemy. I often hold eye contact, but not really. Instead of awkwardly staring into someone's soul, I glance at their eyes, nose, or eyebrows—just places close to the eyes, slightly off. It makes such a difference in communication and also makes you seem confident.

Craft your personality. Ooo, this is a big one. Make a list on any platform—notes, Notion, a piece of paper even—and compare your current personality to the person you want to be. Is she confident? Is she the life of the party? Is she quiet, insightful, and less talkative? Make a list of all of these features and then add how to become that person. This can be as simple as "smile at strangers" or "maintain connections with people you interact with."

As a total introvert who prefers staying in and listening to pretty music, I desired that friendship—the ones you see in movies. I realized that I'm often very quiet and do my own thing. I don't let people know me, and most of my friends were only surface-level friends. Once I started letting people in and listening to their experiences, I deepened my connections and became one of those girls in 2000s rom-coms—hanging out with her two dearest friends at local ice cream parlors and planning cute weekend fits.

Be nice. Compliment people. Make them feel special and loved. They, in turn, will love you. Truly. Make up unique compliments instead of saying "i love your outfit", say "kate moss just escaped from the runway!"

Center friendships around growth. Rather than becoming friends with people because you hate the same people or have no aspirations together, hype each other up and talk about your life, not others. Hang out with people who are similar to the person you want to be, not just the person you are.

Make jokes—just don’t get personal. Jokes are fun, light, and obviously, people love a girl who can make them laugh. But when do playful jokes get too… mean? Rather than attacking someone for things like bad grades or looks, make jokes about things that make them feel good. Instead of berating someone for their short stature, make jokes about their high IQ. Make people feel better about themselves.

Set boundaries. There is a reason people who are hard to get earn more respect than those who bend over backward to fulfil every whim. You are not a genie. You should not be expected to change your whole daily schedule for some last-minute plans you weren’t even originally invited to.

Forgive, but don’t forget. Observe patterns and know that if someone does it once, they’ll probably do it again. Yes, that person who bitched about you is going to do it again. I know they said they wouldn’t, but at some point, they’ll stop thinking about all the promises they made and repeat the offense again and again—because you are just going to forgive them each time.

Thats all for now. I think i yapped too much but i still think it isnt enough! since this is part of a series, I will finish the last post and then elaborate on whatever i wanted to say xx

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i love you

[avaredava]

Oh lord have mercy.

Imagine you're a video editor. You're hired to edit porn videos...yes we're open minded and get paid a lot for it.

I'm really seeing Suguru but could absolutely work with Satoru, Toji, maybe Sukuna (my man thoo)

I mean, I could say more but ugh your smutty little brain is so good I don't *need* to say more

Kisses 😘🧎‍♀️

HELL YEAH I love your ur brain more queen

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MDNI

Master list's

⯌Sum

You're always behind the screen editing porn… maybe you’ll be in front of it this time.

⯌ Wc

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Not proof read and sorry its kinda shorttt

⯌ Warnings

Oral m!receiving, porn, uploading nudes without permission but reader didn’t mind <3, live stream of sex, degradtion, penis in vag sex, unprotected (wrap before you tap), spit, saliva, creampies, breeding kink.

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Click 

That was the average sound of you sending another edited video making sure it wasn’t blurry and shit like that. That perfect 4k video was sent to none other than Suguru Geto.

A famous porn star.

You two were close. Bestfriends. But boundaries were slim that's why you were perfectly fine doing all of this. 

He doesn’t even fuck other girls but all he does is masturbation and a shit load of toys on his big cock. Yet it’s just him, he has millions of twitter followers. So you get paid quite well.

He sent you another video, it was him whimpering like a little bitch, stroking his cock sluggish and drawn out. You can lie, sometimes it makes you horny. In your defence you’re just a woman!

It was quite a blurry video. It was annoying that he couldn’t get a new camera. You didn’t mind because you have a daily editing job just because his camera is super blurry.

You went and changed the settings making it so clear, it’s basically better than your eyesight. The thick throbbing veins and the shiny white pre-cum is such a pretty sight. Before you got too into it, you quickly sent it to him. With that you slammed your computer shut.

_

Suguru got the message and almost uploaded it before he realized… that’s not his cock. That's a pussy. A cleanly shaved wet video of a pussy. And it’s a pretty one too.

Yeah unfortunately you shut your computer too quickly to check. And you like editing your own videos. You need to practice your editing skills somewhere!

But he uploaded it anyway.

It blew up so fast. Thousands of likes, of just you fingering your pussy, with sweet moaning sounds in the background. Yeah he really liked it too. You open his twitter account to see how the video was doing.

 You saw what he posted and your heart dropped.

But in a weird way you felt good looking at all the good, postive comments. Saying how pretty you looked. But one made you soaked.

 “Bro, Suguru and this chick should do a video together. It would be mouth watering.” 

You gulped when you got a text from Suguru. It was a screen shot of that comment with an “?” under it. 

That's how you ended up driving to his house with a shaky hand on the wheel. When you pulled up front you were shocked at how fancy the mansion was. But all you could really think about was having that cock you had to look at for years over screen and hope you had it, was finally gonna be inside of you.

At least that’s what you hoped.

When you got in he already was naked and had a live stream on. He quickly undressed you and forced you on your knees. Everyone was freaking in the comments on how this is the first time he did porn with someone and how you were so hot. 

_ 

You were giving mind shattering head for hours, and more, and more people joined the live. You were getting needy. Especially with the fact you couldn’t touch yourself since your hands were tied behind your back.

He finally pulled his cock out of your warm mouth that had saliva running out of it down your chin, which he seemed to like. (and the rest of the viewers.)

He turned you around and you fell into a deep arch since your knees were only on the ground and you couldn’t catch yourself since your hands were tied. He moved the camera to have a clear view of your pussy and ass and his cock for a close up.

You sobbed when he slammed in, hard and fast. No lingering and slowness like his jerking off videos, just complete feral, animalistic thrusts, of his taking of whats his. You were his best friend but god he’s always wanted you and this is just making him act like an animal who hasn't eaten in days. 

He wrapped his arm around your body rubbing quick circles on your clit. He was getting so close. So, so close.

And people watching isn’t okay with him right now. 

He threw the camera. 

“Take it you stupid slut.” He said, his teeth clenched in a voice that made you clench around him. 

He came almost instantly. His cum drizzling down your legs as he tried to keep fucking it into you like a man with no brain. Both of your fluids mixed creating something he thought was the most beautiful thing ever. (It was)

You passed out after a mind shattering orgasm, Suguru took some pics of your cream pied pussy and posted it after the live ended quickly because of him.

He held you close, both falling asleep in his comfy bed.

Later on the both of you made your own twitter channel. (it blew up)

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If you want this re-written i understand this isn't one of my best sorryyy

[iamthecomet]

comet, I think I speak for all of us when I say:

DO IT. BE SO FUCKING FERAL ABOUT MAFIA GHOULS. WE ARE BEGGING YOU. BE THE WORST YOU CAN POSSIBLE BE ABOUT IT.

PLEASE

...so anyway-

@jazz-bazz

Also tagging: @jimothybarnes @askingforthesun because they both always encourage my mafia ghoul agenda ♡

Ask and ye shall receive! I am so down for mafia/murder/nightmare ghouls.

Almost 1k words of Mafia Ghouls doing what they do best (it's a real ficlet this time and everything!)

Dew listens to the steady beat of Aeon's breathing in his ear. It crackles through the earpiece—a little distorted because of the distance. There's the occasional sound of his fingers on his keyboard. He hears, distantly, Aurora talking about something in the back ground, but otherwise, everything is quiet.

Swiss stands next to him, smelling like weed and bad intentions. Dew stands, back straight, hands behind his back. One hand curled tightly around his other wrist. He can feel the beat of his pulse against his fingers. Rabbit quick. Nervous.

It doesn't matter how many times he does this, he always has a little bite of apprehension. It's like stepping on stage, the moments before the show starts, the room filled with tension, waiting to burst. Once they start, once the first note is played, or the first drop of blood is spilled, it all settles in. His mind goes quiet, his heart dips to normal levels. But this? The waiting? Torture.

Swiss offers him a cigarette, he takes it to have something to do with his hands even though he can still taste the one he just finished on the back of his tongue.

"He's late," Dew says, lighting up, inhaling, begging the nicotine to do something about the anxiety twisting in his gut.

"He'll be there," Aeon's voice cuts in, low and bored. "Rain said."

"Rain's wrong sometimes. People lie."

Aeon makes a non-committal noise and Swiss grins. Dew glares at him out of the corner of his eye. "What?"

"People are more afraid of Rain than they are of you. If Rain says he's coming—he's coming."

Dew shifts forward and back on his feet, shifting his weight. Eying the desolate parking lot. A good spot for an exchange as any, Dew guesses. No cameras. No streetlights either. He and Swiss are at an advantage there, even with the masks that narrow their vision down, their ghoulish eyes are better than humans.

Dew smokes, Swiss does too. They don't talk. What is there to talk about? It's a job. Get the payment, or don't, and go from there. Dew drops the cigarette, grinds it out with his boot and catches Swiss flexing his fingers. Stretching them out wide and pulling them back into a fist over and over again.

"Still bothering you?"

"I swear that guy had a steel jaw or something."

"Mountain said he didn't—normal bones. You just hit him wrong."

Swiss rolls his eyes. "Yeah, whatever, if things go sideways tonight, it's all you."

"I'm fine with that. Do we think it's going to go sideways?"

There's a barrage of typing on Aeon's end, he sighs. "I mean, does it ever not go sideways?"

A car pulls into the lot, headlights casting over the lot.

"Show time," Swiss says with a wolfish grin. He steps away first and Dew gets to watch the sway of his shoulders as he crosses the lot toward the car. Dew grinds out his cigarette with his boot, and follows.

"10k," Aeon reminds them. "That's what Rain said they agreed on. Any less and—"

"Bash his face in," Dew finishes, "I know."

"Wish there were cameras," Aeons says idly. "I love to watch you work."

"We'll re-enact it for you later, bug." Swiss says, his voice like a whisper directly into Dew's ear. Dew can barely suppress a shudder at the sound.

Aeon wishes there were cameras for other reasons, Dew knows. It makes monitoring a job easier, but it also creates a trail. And Dew doesn't particularly want to spend a night in a jail cell—again. Especially not this close to tour, and with the New Guy around.

The drivers' side door opens and a man steps out. He's Swiss' height, a little narrower in the chest. He's wearing dark jeans and an even darker jacket. He cuts an impressive figure, clean, sleek. The kind of guy normal people know better than to fuck with.

Good thing Dew isn't normal people.

Dew stands a step or two behind Swiss. Lets him do the talking, it's easier. He sizes the guy up as he does. Slips his hand into his jacket pocket and drags his fingers along a set of brass knuckles there—a gift from Aether, who always knows the way to Dew's heart.

Money changes hands. Swiss counts. Dew hears each number in his ear, ticking closer and closer to the right number.

"9500," Swiss stops. He looks up. Dew feels a slow, steady, stream of blissful adrenaline start to creep into his blood.

"You're short."

"It's all I could get on short notice. I can have the rest next week."

Aeon laughs in Dew’s ear.

"You're out of time, man." Swiss says, voice dropping. The man branches. Dew slips his fingers into the brass knuckles. Clenches his fist hard enough to ache.

"Come on, man. It's only 500 bucks."

Aeon scoffs, "fucking moron." There's a pause where Dew hears murmuring in the background, somewhere near Aeon. Then Aeon laughs, bright and easy. "Rain says fuck him up, then tell him the money better be in your hands in two days or you'll break something harder to fix than his face."

Dew doesn't doubt the instruction was relayed verbatim. And he can't say he's disappointed in this outcome. He hates the talking part. The best part of his job is when he gets to get dirty.

He takes a couple steps forward, eclipsing Swiss as he pulls his fist from his pocket. Brass knuckles glinting in the moonlight.

The man begs. They always do. Dew's fist connects with his jaw anyway. When Dew tastes his blood, sprayed back on him when he breaks his nose, it tastes, deliciously, like fear.

[starset21]

I know Love Pt. 4

Pairing: Lando Norris x Piastri!sister reader

Summery: Lando’s words haunt her: "I don’t know what this is. But I know I don’t want to lose it." Oscar sees right through her attempts to bury herself in work. She listens as Oscar admits he was wrong about keeping them apart—Lando hasn’t moved on, and neither has she. His words force her to face the truth: pushing Lando away has only made both of them miserable. Hesitantly she admits to him she was wrong to shut him out. They don’t have all the answers, but they agree to take things one step at a time.

Standard disclaimer: I do not consent to the posting, translating, or publishing of my work to any 3rd party site, the only place it may found is on tumblr or A03 under the same name. This is all fake. It does not reflect real people, real events or their actual actions or relationships.

A/N: This is probably it for now, I'm leaving it open to the possibility that I can come back to it

Looking for more? I know Love Masterlist 

The engineering room is quiet except for the hum of the servers, the low buzz of machinery filling the space. She stares at her laptop screen, fingers hovering uselessly over the keyboard, trying to focus on the data in front of her. Trying to focus on anything other than the weight pressing down on her chest.

But she can’t.

Because all she can hear is Lando’s voice.

"I don’t know what this is. But I know I don’t want to lose it."

She squeezes her eyes shut, inhaling sharply. It’s been days. Days of avoidance, of silence, of pretending everything is fine when nothing is. She thought if she kept herself busy, if she buried herself in work, she could push it all away. That if she didn’t acknowledge it, it wouldn’t be real.

But it is real.

And Oscar knows it too.

She feels his presence before he even speaks, the sound of his footsteps approaching as he stops beside her desk. She keeps her gaze on the screen, fingers clenching into fists in her lap. Maybe if she ignores him, he’ll let it go.

Yeah. Not likely.

“You’re avoiding him.” Her shoulders stiffen. “I’m busy.” Oscar scoffs. “Right. And I’m Max Verstappen.” She exhales sharply, rubbing her temples. “Oscar—”

“No.” His voice is firm, cutting through her protest before she can even get the words out. He steps in front of her desk, arms crossed, gaze unwavering. “You’re gonna hear me out. Because I’ve had enough of watching you and Lando act like the world’s about to end every time you’re in the same room.” 

She swallows, but doesn’t look up. “It’s not like that.”

“Bullshit.” Her head snaps up. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” His expression is unreadable, but his eyes are sharp, serious. “You guys are acting ridiculous. And I don’t care what happened between you, but it’s making everyone miserable—especially you.” Her jaw tightens. “This isn’t your problem.” Oscar huffs out a dry laugh. “The hell it isn’t,” he mutters. “You’re my sister. And Lando’s my teammate. You think I haven’t noticed the way he looks at you? The way you avoid looking at him?” She forces herself to keep her expression neutral, even as her stomach twists. Oscar shakes his head. “I told you to stay away from him because I thought I was protecting you. Because I didn’t want to watch you fall for someone who wouldn’t—” He hesitates, inhaling sharply. “Who I thought wouldn’t take you seriously.” She looks away. “And now?”

Oscar exhales, running a hand through his hair. “Now, I think I was wrong.” Her heart pounds. “I figured if he didn’t care, he’d move on,” Oscar continues. “That’s what I thought would happen. That he’d get bored, find someone else, and this would all be over before it even started.” She flinches at the words. Oscar shakes his head. “But he’s not fine. He’s not moving on.” His voice is quieter now, more certain. “And neither are you.” She swallows hard, but she doesn’t argue. Because she can’t. “Look,” Oscar says, sighing. “I still don’t know if this is a good idea. But what I do know? Is that you’ve been miserable since you started pushing him away. And so has he.”

She blinks, caught off guard. “Lando?” Oscar gives her a flat look. “You really think I haven’t noticed? He barely talks to me unless it’s about the car. He’s tense. He’s unfocused. And every time you walk into a room, he looks like he’s bracing for impact.” Her throat tightens. Oscar rubs the back of his neck. “I just didn’t want you to get hurt. But pushing him away is hurting you too, isn’t it?” She bites her lip, looking down. Oscar sighs, softer this time. “Then maybe it’s time to stop running from it.” The words hang between them, heavy and unshakable. And for the first time in days, she doesn’t feel suffocated by doubt. She doesn’t know what comes next. But maybe—just maybe—she’s finally ready to find out.

She finds him in the McLaren motorhome, tucked away in a corner of the lounge, scrolling through his phone the morning of the race. He doesn’t notice her at first, too lost in whatever he’s looking at. But then, as if he feels her presence, his head lifts. His eyes meet hers. And for a second, neither of them move. She hesitates. Not because she wants to back out, but because she doesn’t know how to start. She’s spent days avoiding him, pushing him away, convincing herself that this was the right thing to do. How does she undo that in a single conversation? Before she can second-guess herself, Lando speaks. “I thought you were going to keep pretending I didn’t exist until the end of the season.”

His voice is light, teasing, but there’s an edge to it. Something guarded. She swallows hard. “I thought about it.” A small huff of laughter escapes him, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “And?” She exhales, stepping closer. “And…I think I was wrong.” Lando goes still. His fingers tighten around his phone, but he doesn’t say anything, just watches her carefully, like he’s waiting for her to take it back. She doesn’t. Instead, she shifts her weight, suddenly feeling like she’s standing at the edge of something dangerous, something irreversible. But she’s already here. She might as well jump. “I don’t know how to do this,” she admits, voice quieter now. “I don’t know what this even is. And yeah, maybe it’s messy, and maybe it’s stupid, and maybe I should be thinking about a hundred other things instead of this, but—” She inhales sharply. “I don’t want to keep pushing you away.”

Lando exhales slowly, setting his phone down on the table beside him. He leans back against the couch, arms crossed, studying her. She forces herself to hold his gaze. Finally, after what feels like forever, he speaks. “You really mean that?” She nods. A beat of silence. Then, Lando shifts forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His voice is softer now, less cautious. “So what happens now?” She hesitates. Because she doesn’t have an answer. Because she doesn’t know what comes next. But for the first time, that doesn’t scare her. She swallows, then offers the only truth she has. “I guess we figure it out.” Lando watches her for a moment longer, then nods—just once. Like he understands. Like he’s willing to take that step with her, even if neither of them know where it leads. A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “Okay.”

Outside, the paddock is alive with the buzz of pre-race preparations—mechanics moving equipment, media crews, team personnel rushing between meetings. But inside this small pocket of space, it’s just them. For the first time in weeks, she doesn’t feel like she has to run. Lando shifts on the couch, watching her with that same careful intensity, like he’s still waiting for her to change her mind. She exhales slowly and sits down beside him, leaving a small but noticeable gap between them. It’s quiet for a beat.

Then— “I really thought you were done with me.” His voice is softer now, missing its usual teasing edge. She glances at him, catching the way his fingers fidget against his knee, the way he won’t quite meet her eyes. “I thought I had to be,” she admits. Lando finally looks at her, something unreadable flickering behind his expression. “Why?” She inhales sharply, choosing her words carefully. “Because it felt easier.” He doesn’t say anything, but the way his jaw tightens tells her everything. She swallows, staring down at her hands. “I told myself that if I ignored it, if I ignored you, I wouldn’t have to deal with what it meant. With what it felt like.” Her voice drops lower. “But that didn’t work. At all.” Lando exhales a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah. No shit.” She nudges his knee with hers, and he smiles—just barely, but it’s real.

A comfortable silence settles between them, the kind that doesn’t need to be filled with words. The kind that says everything they don’t know how to say yet. After a moment, Lando leans back against the couch, tilting his head toward her. “So,” he says lightly, “what now?”

She exhales, shifting so she can meet his gaze. “Now…You race and place the absolute best you can.” Lando hums. “Right. And we pretend like everything’s normal?” She considers that. “No,” she says eventually. “We just…take it one step at a time.” Lando studies her, then nods like he’s satisfied with that answer. He doesn’t push for more. Instead, he stretches his arms out, tilting his head back against the couch with a dramatic sigh. “You know, this whole thing would be way easier if we weren’t complete idiots.” She snorts. “Yeah, well. Too late for that.”

Lando grins at her, the tension between them finally loosening into something lighter, something that feels like them. She shakes her head at him, but there’s no real bite to it. His eyes flick to hers, still amused. “So, if we’re taking it one step at a time, does that mean I get to talk to you without you running away?” She rolls her eyes. “You make me sound like a coward.”

“You are a coward.” 

She glares. “I am not—”

Lando smirks. “Then prove it.” She exhales sharply, shaking her head. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet,” he says, tilting his head toward her, voice dropping slightly, “you’re still here.” Her breath catches for just a second. He’s too close now, close enough that she can see the hint of mischief in his eyes, the way his lips twitch like he’s enjoying this way too much.

She narrows her eyes at him. “You should be focusing on the race.” He hums. “I could… but this is much more fun.” She rolls her eyes again, leaning back slightly, putting space between them—not because she doesn’t want to be close, but because Lando knows exactly what he’s doing. And the last thing she needs is to give him even more leverage to use against her. So instead, she folds her arms and says, “Fine. Let’s make a deal.”

Lando perks up immediately. “Oh, I love a good deal.” She smirks. “If you win the race—” His eyebrows lift in amusement. “If?” She ignores him. “If you win here in China, I’ll give you a reward.” Lando’s expression shifts in an instant. The teasing drops slightly, replaced with genuine intrigue. “A reward?” She shrugs, like it’s nothing. “Something special. Just for you.” His eyes darken just slightly. “And what kind of reward are we talking about?” She fights back a smirk. “You’ll have to wait and see.”

Lando groans dramatically, dragging a hand down his face. “That’s evil.” She grins. “Guess you’ll just have to try extra hard, then.” Lando watches her for a moment, like he’s trying to read between the lines, trying to figure out if she’s bluffing. Then, after a long pause, he grins. “You are a menace.” She shrugs. “I learn from the best.” Lando laughs, shaking his head, but there’s something else in his expression now. Something more focused. More determined. “You realize you’ve just made my entire weekend about this, right?” She lifts a brow. “Is that a problem?”

“Not at all.” His grin turns cocky. “Just don’t back out when I actually win.” She rolls her eyes, but there’s no denying the warmth spreading through her chest at the way he’s looking at her now—like he’s already picturing it, already making plans for whatever comes next. And maybe… she is too.

Lando is still grinning, the kind of grin that says I’ve already won, and the race hasn’t even started yet. “You should get ready,” she reminds him, crossing her arms as she leans back against the armrest of the couch. “You know, do actual race car driver things instead of just sitting here looking smug.” Lando stretches lazily, completely unbothered. “Oh, I’m very ready.” His voice dips slightly, like he’s implying something else entirely, and she instantly regrets giving him any sort of incentive. She glares. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet,” he echoes from earlier, tilting his head, “you’re still here.” She opens her mouth to argue, to tell him to stop using her own words against her, but a voice interrupts them. “Alright, lovebirds.” Her entire body tenses as Oscar walks into the room, one brow raised as he glances between them. He’s in full race gear already, gloves tucked under one arm, his expression flat but distinctly unimpressed. Lando just smirks. “Morning, mate.” Oscar levels him with a look, then turns to her. “Did you give him a reason to be this insufferable, or is that just a personal choice?” She groans. “I might have accidentally given him extra motivation.” Oscar’s gaze darkens in realization. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Lando’s smirk widens. “Hey, don’t be mad just because I have a reward to look forward to.”

Oscar’s face does not look amused. “I don’t need to hear about my sister giving you anything, thanks.” Lando just shrugs, unfazed. “Maybe you should be more worried about keeping up with me today.” Oscar huffs out a dry laugh. “Right. I’ll be sure to think about that when I’m leading from pole position.” She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Are you two ever normal?”

“No,” they answer at the same time. Lando stands, finally grabbing his McLaren cap from the table, spinning it once between his fingers before pulling it on. Then, with a last glance at her, he steps closer, dropping his voice so only she can hear. “Hope you’re ready to pay up.” Her breath catches, but she narrows her eyes, determined to keep her expression neutral. “You still have to win first.” Lando just winks. “Oh, I will.” And then he’s gone, leaving her heart racing and Oscar staring at her like he’s just realized something deeply concerning. “What?” she asks. Oscar shakes his head, muttering under his breath as he heads for the exit. “I should’ve let you date a Ferrari driver.” She rolls her eyes, but as she watches Lando disappear into the paddock, something warm—dangerous—uncoils in her chest. 

The McLaren garage is alive with celebration. The team is cheering, clapping Oscar on the back as he grins, sweat-drenched and exhausted but absolutely beaming. Lando, meanwhile, is standing just off to the side, helmet still in hand, watching the replay on the screens. He had pushed. Hard. But it wasn’t quite his day. Second place. Not bad. Except—it wasn’t the win. And that means— “Well,” her voice cuts through his thoughts, soft but teasing, “guess you’ll have to wait for that reward, huh?” Lando turns, eyes narrowing slightly when he sees her standing a few feet away, arms crossed but with the faintest hint of amusement playing at her lips.

He exhales sharply, dragging a hand through his sweat-dampened curls. “I was right behind him.” She tilts her head. “But you weren’t ahead of him.” Lando groans, tilting his head back dramatically. “You’re cruel.” She laughs, stepping closer. “Rules are rules, Norris.” Lando watches her carefully, noting the way her eyes flicker—like she’s enjoying this just a little too much. And yeah, he could let it go. Could accept second place and move on. But where’s the fun in that?

Slowly, he leans in, voice low enough that only she can hear. “So… nothing at all?” She hesitates. Just for a second. And that is all the confirmation Lando needs. His grin turns smug. “See? You want to give me something.” She rolls her eyes, but the way she exhales a little too sharply tells him he’s absolutely right. “Fine,” she mutters, stepping even closer until barely a breath separates them. Lando stills, caught off guard, watching her carefully as she lifts herself just slightly onto her toes— And presses a quick, fleeting kiss to his cheek. Lando blinks. She pulls back, smirking at the way his entire face flickers between shock and something else entirely. “There,” she murmurs. “That’s all you get for second place.” Lando recovers fast, his grin returning with twice the intensity. “That was a reward?” She shrugs. “More than you deserved.” Lando huffs out a laugh, shaking his head. “You’re actually evil.” And then, before she can react, he steps in—just close enough that she can feel his breath against her ear as he whispers, “Next time, I’m winning.”

Her stomach flips, but she forces herself to keep her expression neutral. “We’ll see.” Lando pulls back, eyes locked onto hers for a second longer before Oscar’s voice interrupts them. “Oh, come on.” They both turn to find Oscar standing a few feet away, looking deeply unimpressed. Lando just smirks. “Jealous, mate?”

Oscar glares. “Of you? Never.” Then, with an exasperated shake of his head, he gestures between them. “I don’t even want to know.” Lando laughs. “Good. Because you’d hate it.” Oscar groans, turning on his heel and walking away, muttering something about finding new teammates and new siblings. She sighs, shaking her head before glancing at Lando again. He’s still watching her, still way too pleased with himself. “Better start preparing for the next race,” she quips. “You actually have to win next time.” Lando’s smile turns lazy. “Oh, I will. And when I do?” He leans in just slightly. “You better be ready.” Her pulse spikes, but she rolls her eyes, pushing him lightly on the shoulder. “Get out of here, Norris.” Lando grins as he finally steps back, heading towards the cool down room. But before he disappears, he throws one last look over his shoulder— And winks.

She stands just beyond the barricades for the podium celebrations, tucked among the sea of McLaren team members, watching as they are handed their trophies. Oscar in the center, his first win of the season. His third in Formula One. The Australian anthem plays, and for a moment, his usual quiet, composed demeanor falters. His eyes shine just a little too brightly, his fingers curling tightly around the trophy, like he’s making sure it’s real. To his right, Lando. Second place. He should be annoyed—should be frustrated that he didn’t get the win, that he didn’t get the reward he’d been gunning for—but instead, he’s grinning. Cheering, clapping Oscar on the back, celebrating with him like a true teammate. Like a brother. Her chest tightens with something warm, something unshakable. Pride. 

She watches as they take the champagne bottles, as Oscar hesitates for a split second before absolutely drenching Lando in retaliation for all the times he’s been soaked in the past. Lando sputters, laughs, then goes straight for revenge, dousing him right back until they’re both laughing, dripping, carefree in a way they rarely get to be. Her heart swells. Because for all the tension, for all the complications, this—this moment right here—is everything she could have hoped for. McLaren. One-two. Her brother. Winning. And Lando? Not even upset about it. She doesn’t realize she’s smiling until someone nudges her side.

“You’re looking very pleased with yourself.” She turns to see Andrea Stella, McLaren’s team principal, watching her with a knowing smirk. She shrugs, glancing back at the podium. “Can you blame me?” Andrea chuckles. “No. They did well today.” A pause. Then, softer, “And so did you.” She blinks, caught off guard, looking up at him. “Me?” He nods toward the stage, where Oscar and Lando are still laughing, still them. “I’ve been in this sport long enough to know that sometimes, a driver’s best performances don’t just come from skill or strategy.” His gaze flickers to her briefly. “Sometimes, they come from having the right people in their corner.” Her throat tightens. She doesn’t know what to say to that. Because she’s not why they’re great. They’ve always been great. She exhales slowly, turning back to the podium just in time to see Lando glance down—searching, scanning—until his eyes find hers. For a split second, the noise fades. He grins, slow and knowing. And just like that—she knows the next race is going to be even harder.

[readingwritingstuff]

Daryl Dixon and the Five Love Languages

Part One: Gift Giving

A/N: I'm only writing up to Alexandria because that's all I feel like writing up to! Love the whole show but in my head, everyone lives happily ever after in Alexandria <3

The Quarry

At the quarry, Daryl's distant. Very distant. Fitting in with the group doesn't matter as long as he has his brother by his side. When you show up, wide-eyed and jumpy from your time stranded on your own in the city, it doesn't affect him much. Even if he does find himself studying you from time to time, wondering how such a doe eyed scared kid survived out there

But you're not a kid, something Daryl learns very quickly. You're in your twenties, sure, but the look in your eyes the first time you kill a snake and bring it into camp for dinner...it reminds him of something older. Of something harder. Darker in a way some twenty something from the city shouldn't know. You don't even know how to cook the snake. But you sling it over your arm and, to his surprise, walk up to him and ask him point blank, "do you know how to cook this?" He does. He shows you. And you aren't scared to grip the carcass and rip back when he tells you too, exposing the meaty insides. You finish up, and when you bit into it at dinner, you smile at him and, through a mouthful of snake, thank him

That night, after dinner, he sneaks over to your tent, expecting to find you asleep. But you're not. You're up, digging snake meat out from under your nails with the tip of a knife. You wince and jerk it back when you dig a bit too deep, but when he walks up, you assure him you're fine. You grin up at him, so happy and you ask if he enjoyed his dinner

For a moment, Daryl sees who you might have been before. Bright, content maybe. Rare. Most people, people Daryl knew in his world and the people out in the city, they were never fully content. But there you were, smiling up at him like snake meat was a five-course meal. He cleared his throat and shrugged, "s'ok" he murmured, rolling the item in his hand back and forth. You notice, because of course you do. "Whatcha got?" you smile, and he holds his hand out

"Always get ta keep your first rattle off a snake," he says as you take it, eyes sparking like it was jewelry or roses or whatever the hell girls like you were supposed to be happy about

You thank him, and he can tell you mean it. He shrugs it off, turns, he leaves you standing next to your tent and he tells himself he doesn't care if it made you smile. If he made you smile. Only that it was your rattle, your kill. Fair for you to have it. And if it made you smile, well. That wasn't a bad thing.

The Farm

It's stupid. He knows it's stupid, but he passes the same damn field every time he leaves the farm to look for Sophia. And it's flowers. Yellow ones with red centers. And one day when he's passing by he sees the yellow and it reminds him of the scales on that damn snake you killed. And then, no matter how much he tries not to, he can't help but think of you every damn time he passes that flower field

So even though he knows how dumb it is, he stops to pick flowers. He picks a dozen or so. He even ties them together with a long piece of grass. He scoffs at it, he can't help but hear Merle's voice in his head telling him what a pansy he is. Then he wonders if you like pansies

He hangs onto it for the rest of the day, shoves it in his tent, he convinces himself he won't give it to you.

And then he hears you head to your tent, and something sounds off. He listens in, even if he isn't totally sure why he's doing it. Carol's following you, and she's telling you it'll be alright. The sounds of your footfalls quieting, and he hears you pause. "What's the point Carol? Nobody here listens to me." Carol shushed you, and Daryl shifted up in his tent to listen closer. "I'm not a mother. I'm not a sheriff or a deputy. I'm not anybody who had something to fight for before all this besides myself. And yeah! Maybe I like pretty things and I like to take a second here and fucking there to think about something else. But Shane had no right to say that shit to me. Not that it matters, not that any of this shit matters," you laugh, and it's such a broken, awful sound that Daryl cringes. Carol follows you, and Daryl hopes she can say something to you that means something. That'll help cool whatever fire Shane lit under you. Shane. What the hell had that asshole said to you? He made a note to himself to listen more when that asshole was around you, to see just what the hell he thought that had gotten you this worked up

He stays up for a while later, long enough to hear Carol pass by his tent and head up to the RV with the others. You don't camp up there, you don't like how cramped it is. You camp out past even where he thinks is far enough away. He thinks about it, long and hard, but eventually, when camp is quiet and he's sure no one will see him, he grabs the flowers and slips out of his tent

He leaves them in front of your tent, not pausing as he does. He doesn't want you to see him, doesn't want to look into your doe eyes if they're full of tears and he doesn't have a damn thing to say to make it better. But he has this. He has these stupid flowers. So he drops them in front of the zip to your tent, heads back, and tries not to think about it again

But the next day he catches your eye over the fire, and he blinks at the flower you have tucked behind your ear. You cant know, there's no way you could. But you look at him with a quiet, small smile, and you mouth the words thank you. He shrugs, like he doesn't know what you're talking about. But you know, and he knows you know. And that feels pretty good.

On the Road

Being on the move agrees with you. It doesn't agree with anybody else in the group, but you do okay. Daryl wouldn't say it out loud, but watching you watch the world makes things better. No day is easy, but watching you stop to admire a stream or stare into the sunset when camp was made for the day, it softens things, if only by a bit

When you stop to admire a spiderweb one day, he feels something raw clench in his chest. You turn to him, noticing his stare. You're dirty, hair tangled even though he's seen you rake your fingers through it at night in an attempt to manage it. You smile and point how intricate the web is. How hard something so small must have worked to build something so beautiful. He shifts on his feet, and before he can think better of it, he pulls out the tacky, plastic spider ring he picked up back on the main road. It's scuffed and chipped, like some kid had thrown it from the car. He liked to think that maybe the kid had been dangling his hand over the edge of the window and it slipped off. Maybe the kid had thrown a fit. An awful afternoon for the parents, but a normal one. And maybe that's why he grabbed the ring out of the dirt, just to hold something normal for a second

He holds it out to you, and he shifts on his feet, but he doesn't leave when you take it this time. "You like this kinda stuff, huh?" he gestures to the spider web, "small stuff."

You nod and take the ring, looking at it, inspecting it, "small stuff's worth noticing Daryl. It's the only stuff that's ever been worth noticing."

And then you do something he doesn't expect. You bounce up on your toes and kiss his check, quick and simple. "Thank you Daryl, really." He stills, the spot where your lips had been was burning, and he blinks at you as you turn to follow the group, he doesn't miss you slipping the ring onto your pinky finger. Daryl Dixon does not blush. Not ever. Not once. But he did duck his head then, letting his overgrown hair fall in front of his face, so no one would see if he did. Just in case.

The Prison

It's the first time he looks for something for you. He doesn't realize he's doing it at first. But he and a few others from the prison stumble onto an abandoned strip mall. It's beat to hell, but there are only a few walkers inside. They can't pass up the opportunity, so they clear it, and set the rest of the day for scavenging

Daryl isn't thinking about finding a jewelry store. He's thinking about food, medicine, the shit he's supposed to think about out here. But he passes it, and he stops. He wants to keep moving, but he freezes up and combs it with his eyes. The cage that had been pulled down on it is open wide enough to crawl through at the bottom, and he can see how empty the spot is. It's too easy

So, against his better judgement, he drops to the floor and crawls inside

He grabs a few things. A silver band bracelet for Carol, a pair of clip-on earrings he thinks Judith might like when she gets older, and for you...a charm bracelet

It's laying on the floor, like someone had dropped it and forgotten it there. It has a few different charms on it. A horse, a star, a moon, but the part that really solidifies it as yours is the spiderweb charm. It's out of place, admittedly. But it's silver and shiny and it has a tiny gemstone spider right in the middle

He doesn't give it to you for a while. He gives the other bracelet to Carol, and he gives the earrings to Rick for safe keeping. But the bracelet feels too personal. He's starting to regret grabbing it when you swing by his cell one night

You're holding a plate full of food, and he frowns, realizing he'd been so caught up on watch earlier that he'd missed dinner without realizing. But you noticed. You always noticed. He coughs, and not for the first time that day, he reaches into his pocket to toy with the charms. But he forces himself to do it this time. "Here," he says, holding it out. You shift the plate, then give up on holding it and gesture for Daryl to take it. It's an awkward exchange, and Daryl feels himself redden at how un-smooth this is. But you smile down at the bracelet in your hand and, without a word, step forward and hug him

You're warm. Warmer than anything he's felt in a long time. He doesn't expect himself to do it, but he lifts a hesitant arm and wraps it around you, too. You pull him tight and, your voice full of something that sounds softer and kinder than he thinks he'd ever deserve to hear from you, you thank him and say quietly, "you see me, Daryl. Maybe better than anybody else ever has."

And then you're gone, taking your warmth and your kind words and your bracelet with you, and he's left standing there in his cell with a plate full of food and the distinct impression that you maybe you're beginning to see him, too.

The Woods

Things are bad when you lose the prison. You make it out with Daryl and Beth, and the three of you do what you can to keep going. But Beth's a kid, and Daryl is a man who'd finally found a home, only to lose it in a hail of blood and gunfire, and you? You just feel lost

Daryl lost it at that damn cabin. So close to what he'd lived in before all this, to what he'd been before all this, that everything that had happened finally slammed into him full force. The moonshine hadn't helped. And he'd said shit to you and Beth he wished he could take back

You all talk after, when things calm down, and when Beth suggests burning that shithole down you're more than up for it. And as the three of you stand there, burning the past and all its evils with it, Daryl feels lighter than he has in a long time

After that, it gets easier for him to show how he feels about you, even if he isn't sure what exactly that is

He gives you some of his portion at dinner, no matter how much you argue. He gives you little thing he finds as you walk, pretty stones and bird feathers and sometimes, sometimes he just points things out. The way the sun turns everything gold as it rises, the way dew clings to everything in the morning, turning it wet and cool with relief, a respite from the heat, and, of course, how it clings to spiderwebs, turning them into catchers of little water droplet gems. You always stop, no matter how tired you are or how long you'd walked that day, and admire it. At a certain point, Daryl realizes that while you're busy admiring the world, he's busy admiring you.

Alexandria

It's been a long, long time since he's felt nervous to give you something

You've been in Alexandria for years now. Things are good, really good. For the first time in a long time the future is beginning to feel real. When you'd arrived, you'd clung to each other. This place was too good to be real and you both knew it

And yeah, you'd been right. The place had seen its share of blood and destruction. The picture perfect idea the founders of this place had wasn't realistic. But what you built it into? What you created from the remnants of the destruction there? That was real. And now, after all the blood and death, you and Daryl Dixon were together in a way he'd wanted for a long, long time

Things had grown slowly for years, since the very first time he'd seen that look in your eyes, that drive. Since you'd smiled at him when he gave you that first gift, that rattle. He'd known it somewhere deep inside him that he loved you differently than he loved the others. You were something to him, something he didn't know how to have

But you showed him, every day you showed him how try. How to try to be together in this new world and how to try to leave the ghosts of the old one far behind, and now, now he wants to set down roots with you, to look you in the eyes and tell you exactly what it means to be in this place with you, with a future that feels solid and yours

So when he finds a ring, the ring, he knows it's time. He'd found it in the woods. He didn't want to know how it had gotten there. Didn't want to think about who had worn it before. Because before didn't matter anymore. All that matters is here and now and the fact that it's, to his best guess, your size, and unique in a way he knows you like

So he cleans it up, the simple band and pointed gem scrubbed clean with water and a little soap. He doesn't wait, not when he knows with such certainty where it needs to be

It's like any other night. He comes back from his run, the freshly cleaned ring sitting snug in his pocket. You're in the kitchen, the smell of food from the garden mixing with some of the spices he'd brought you a run all mixing together to make the whole place feel warm. And that's how you feel to him, warmer than anything in the world. Daryl never wants to be cold again

He helps you with dinner. You eat together, clean up, share stories from your day. It's normal. It's perfect. And when you stand from the couch at the end of a long night, Daryl stops you. He's looking at you with this stare, the one you know means he's sorting through the words to tell you something

And he wants to, he does. He wants to tell you that he loves you more than anything in the world, that knowing you, being with you, it makes a world of the dead feel alive again. But you know him, you know that look in his eye, and you aren't all that oblivious either. You'd felt the way he'd rubbed his thumb over your ring finger the past few nights in bed, like he was trying to memorize it. And you'd known he'd been listening when you were talking to the newlyweds down the street, listening in his easy, casual way, yes, but listening with a look in his eye that said something more than words ever could

And so, before he ever gets a chance to pull out the ring and get down a knee properly, how he knew he wanted to, how he knew you deserved, you leaned in and press a warm, gentle kiss to his mouth and say, with absolute certainty of your love for the archer before you

"Yes."

[brionysea]

if stranger things 5 comes out and they're like 'omg! the upside down has been a product of someone's dark and twisted mind this whole time! it's... WILL!' I'll immediately lose interest

[coquelicoq]

i ate a cupcake recently without first spending five minutes talking about how logistically stressful it is to eat a cupcake, so. i am capable of growth

[vaguely-concerned]

kill me

(*wobbly tearstained voice* this is father & son richard plantagenet in henry vi part 3 1983 dir jane howell btw. which is. extremely good)

[aromanticannibal]

it's honestly so hard to explain that you care for someone you like without using the words love

[ifindus]

✨"Meet the Artist" ✨

Name: Findus Age: 26 (29.03) Zodiac: Aries Nationality: Norwegian Orientation: Bi/Asexual Gender: Non-Binary (they/them) Education: Masters degree in Archaeology