#if you are reading this then this is meant for you 🫵

[whataboutyouisamascot]

You know what? Hugs be upon ye! Let your shoulders drop as arms hold you tenderly, as if they recognize the precious being you are. Let the breath of relief work its way to freedom as tension melts fron your muscles, knowing that you’ll be supported if you give way too much. It’s okay to sink into the warmth emanating, letting it envelope you in comfort and love—you’ve done a lot recently. You don’t need to fight, clawing your way through what can feel like a barren life. Let your eyes flutter closed as your eyebrows relax. You’re safe here, in this embrace, you are wanted here

[afterglowsainz]

blowing smoke | max verstappen

summary: you broke up with max a few months ago but that doesn’t prevent you from feeling upset about his new relationship

fc: gracie abrams

a/n: max won the spanish gp and gracie released her album in the same week so ofc that meant i had to make a fic about max inspired by gracie’s album and use her as a faceclaim again ofc ofc

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maxverstappen1 nice winter ❄️

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username uhm … sir … that’s not yn ???

username well they did broke up like 2 months ago sooo

username still a bit early, no?

username we love a padel king 🙌🏽

username RARE SHIRTLESS MAX

username the second pic … no need to make me feel single like that

username who’s the new gf tho? 👀

username oh so my parents are over over okay i see 😔

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yourusername back at my second home 🎧

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username MOTHER IS BACK

username new music from yn the earth is healing !!!

alexandrasaintmleux la plus jolie💗

yourusername that would be you🫵🏽

username this breakup album is gonna be heart wrenching isn’t it 😔

username if aaron is participating i just KNOW is gonna be painful

username no i’m already preparing myself mentally to drown in my own tears

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f1gossip max verstappen and his new girlfriend during the winter break

tagged maxverstappen1 and gfusername

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username why does he look bored with her

username cause he is

username ??? you don’t know them, leave them alone

username guys this is not funny i miss yn 😔

username her style is so good!

username i don’t like herrrr she gives me bad vibes

username fortunately you’re not the one who has to like her

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gfusername my valentine💘

tagged maxverstappen1

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username oh!

username first pic 🥰🥰

username last pic 😍😍

username that should be me!!!

username okay yeah she’s pretty

username they look so good together🥰

username someone check my girl yn’s pulse!!

username honestly i would k word myself if i lost THE max verstappen

username nahhh yn > max

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yourusername back to my ways like 2019

tagged sabrinacarpenter

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username ohhh she saw the post

username girl no!!! come back to 2024!!!

raye ohhh yes! 🍸

username omg 2019 yn you will always be famous ‼️

username okay but escapism is definitely her song

alexandrasaintmleux 🥰

username alex doesn’t approve i see

username guys i don’t know but partying and getting wasted every night like she was doing before meeting max doesn’t seem like the healthiest coping mechanism

username maybe she just wants to have fun now that she’s single 🤷🏽‍♀️ we can’t judge

username exactly! let her live

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maxverstappen1 great to be back! let’s go for more victories 🏆

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username to another year of hearing the dutch anthem every sunday

redbullracing for more career wins this year 🦁

username bro really posted a thirst trap for his first race win of the year

username no because the sun hitting his face like that ??? can’t complain

username lovely win 😮‍💨

username sooo babygirl

username he really is for the girlies!

gfusername 💗💗💗

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f1gossip max verstappen at the after party of the saudi arabian grand prix seen without his girlfriend despite her attending the race

tagged maxverstappen1

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username max with a backwards cap is gonna be the end of me

username only man with a basic wardrobe that can look that hot

username 🥵 🥵 🥵

username WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THE CAPTION

username without … the girlfriend … despite her being at the race …

username you’re reading too much into it

username let us be delusional in peace

username good for him!

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yourusername now you know what we’ve been doing …. “Blowing Smoke” is out now! ⭐️

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username my girlfriend is releasing music again !!!

username song of the summer frrrr

username im obsessed with it 😍

lilymhe certified pop banger🤘🏽

yourusername a hole in one if i may 👀

username “if she’s got a pulse she meets your standards now” damn…

username she didn’t go to the studio to play

username “you couldn’t point her out in any crowd”

username “tell me if she takes you far enough away from all the baggage you've been carrying”

username “you feel nothing and yet you still let her”

username she wrote so many unhinged lyrics it’s insane‼️

alexandrasaintmleux favorite song ever 💞

yourusername you say that about all of them 🙄

alexandrasaintmleux they’re all amazing!

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yourusername miss going on tour so much we’re doing it again! buy your tickets, bring your friends, we’re gonna have a rocking summer! 🎸✨

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username omg i’m hearing blowing smoke live 😭😭

username FINALLY

username she keeps feeding us and feeding us

username guys i just saw the dates and she performs on miami the same weekend of the grand prix …

username i noticed the same! is the only date that coincides with a grand prix

username could it be …. never mind

username no because even if none of the guys are thinking of going i just know the wags are dragging them

username you just made my entire year😩

francisca.cgomes and we’ll be going 😮‍💨

yourusername 💙💙💙

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maxverstappen1 lovely miami 🇺🇸

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username none of things i’m thinking of are in the bible

username TU-TU-TU-DU

username men should not be this hot

username pretending i didn’t see the last pic 😁

username he needs to post a warning next time

username let it gooo touch some grass

username SO DID HE WENT TO THE CONCERT OR NOT

username one of the girlies who went let us know!!!

username well the whole grid was there so i can only assume he was too 😭

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yourusername miami you are (as always) the loml

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username BEST NIGHT EVER

username you’re surreal and that was the best concert i’ve ever been to 💗

alexandrasaintmleux the most talented ever! 💘

yourusername 💞💞💞

username GRAMMY WHEN

username i may never recover from this night

username max lurching in the likes 👀

username oh he was definitely there

lilymhe screaming crying never getting over it !!!

yourusername obsessed with you screaming all the songs to my face 😭

alex_albon at least she wasn’t right by your side leaving you deaf ❌

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f1wags last pictures of max verstappen seen with his girlfriend arguing outside their hotel during the miami grand prix weekend two weeks ago. they haven’t been seen together ever since and they stopped following each other from social media

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username guys don’t get me excited 😩

username omg ??? are we out of the trenches ???

username not them breaking up after yn’s concert 😭

username ngl i don’t hate this

username does this mean yn and max have a chance of getting back together ???

username pls i need that to happen

username guys can you blame him??? he listened to blowing smoke!!!

username and mess it up, and i miss you i’m sorry, and feels like, and

username my divorced parents are getting back together i’m calling it

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maxverstappen1 having a rocking summer🎸✨

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username EXCUSE ME

username not the caption‼️

username THE HARD LAUNCHING?

username how much do we wanna bet that yn gave him that drawing and he was waiting to post it

username THE LAST PIC???😭

username they’re the cutest

yourusername max! i thought we said we would soft launch

maxverstappen1 oops🤭

username we manifested too hard to the sun

username i just know he couldn’t wait to get back with yn

alexandrasaintmleux she’s everything 😍😍

yourusername you’re the loml you know that

maxverstappen1 uhmmm 🤨

charles_leclerc back off 🤺🤺🤺 yourusername

[astonmartingf]

YOU'RE SO REAL FOR THAT! ; F1 GRID

f1 grid x driver!reader . . . gen z f1 driver ranks previous crushes in f1 in a new tiktok video that sends fans in a coma /real

amgf well well well, guess who's back (hopefully) uhm i'm enrolled and officially an intern 😀👍 we love to see that, i made this before hungary i think? but yeah, i have too many drafts and no will to write, i'm blaming the new season in wild rift 😋 and because i've been busy with the internship thingy... a lot of seminars and preparations to do sooooo i hope you enjoy this like always

yourusername uploaded a new video

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user73 hello? came running from twt, everyone talking about this

user62 i thought people were making a big deal on twt like usual but this is actual next levels of insane

user32 yn was bored with summer break and decided to break the internet and possibly the team's pr manager

user50 i relate because i too am not immune to blond hair and blued eyed men...

landonorris i think you forgot to message one more driver on the grid...

→ yourusername you're right @/yukitsunoda0511 i had a crush on you before 😌☝️

→ landonorris i meant a british driver on the grid...

→ yourusername alex is already there???

→ landonorris a mclaren driver perhaps.....

→ yourusername oh my gosh you reminded me!!!! i definitely had a really tiny crush on mclaren @/carlossainz 😋🫶

→ yourusername look lando i specifically said in the second slide that if you're not there then i probably hated you, people said you have poor reading comprehension, didn't think it'd be true 🫤

user38 cleared lando fr!!!!!!

user93 no charles leclerc, max verstappen, daniel ricciardo? fraud 🤥

→ user05 wtf not everyone likes them????

→ user17 y'all it's not that deep, this is yn's crush ranking why are y'all projecting////

georgerussell catching strays on a post about you having a crush on alex before????

→ yourusername oh well... i say it the way i see it and i see the way you look at alex 🙄🙏

logansargeant well well well

→ yourusername shut up logan 🙄

→ oscarpiastri no... but this is interesting ✍️ ain't it @/logansargeant?

→ yourusername shut your traps, i didn't give y'all exclusive content for you to run your mouth online

→ user48 honey i fear you're already running your mouth enough 🥹

user72 is no one taking about the mick one???? like??? i'm thinking about their f3 and f2 moments now and i see it

→ user49 OMG!NNN exactly! i get it now, the tension when they're together

jensonbutton reading your message at 2am asking for permission is not something i expected, my question though is... am i p1?

→ yourusername technically you're p-last atm but considering you're my first f1 crush i guess you're p1

→ jensonbutton i see... one rank higher than @/nicorosberg 👍

→ nicorosberg is this what catching strays mean @/yourusername?

→ yourusername yes 😭

dennis_hauger this is not what i said to you, i'm about to sue for defamation

→ yourusername you can't do that, i need a wag to bring for races

→ dennis_hauger i'm racing too?

→ yourusername and?

user85 mr dennis hauger??? did we miss three chapters here?

→ user69 no!!! they've been going at it since the beginning look up the 2022 f2 season

→ user03 there are various compilations in youtube and in yn's youtube channel !!!!

mickshumacher what is this? this is not what you sent me?

→ yourusername is it slander yn day? i'm out here airing my business and y'all say i'm a fraud istg

→ mickshumacher hahahahahaha but i agree with everything you said, i felt the same way

→ yourusername hello? when was this?

→ mickshumacher probably three, four years ago? same year with you, things didn't just work out

→ yourusername dang so you could've been my wag? ngl glad it's not you 😂🫵

→ mickshumacher i agree, who would want to be with you atp

→ yourusername slander and defamation?????

→ mickshumacher well who doesn't have a wag now? exactly, not me

yourusername wow i made this so we could have fun, but now everyone is just making fun of me, might as well delete this before the PR team sees this 😮‍💨

→ user52 noooooo please keep this up

→ user17 this is actually very slayful if you!!! don't ❌❌ let 🫵 the haters 🤡😈💩 stop 🛑✋ you

→ user28 this is actually what we want this summer, i'm begging 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

[theonottsbxtch]

Cool for the Summer | LN4

an: i’ve been trying not to just blow up the timeline with a bunch of smau but thanks to @isaadore and @diycriptheory i finally chose one thing to post!

synopsis: in which lando goes to the same resort each summer and he befriends the owners daughter who works there

fc: pinterest!

2019

landonorris

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summer break in full swing 🤘

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userone: sun looks good on you

usertwo: look at those back muscles

userthree: WHO is that girl?

landonorris: her name is yn! she works at the resort we stayed at and was our personal guide, check out her dads resort @/resortname

userfour: just yn? 🤔

carlossainz55: why didn’t you invite me cabrón?

landonorris: “i don’t want to go on holiday with you, i see you too much” - do those words sound familiar?

carlossainz55: not at all, who said them?

landonorris: 😑

userfive: yn is us, reading on the beach

2020

landonorris

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much needed break 😴

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userone: is that yn?!

usertwo: did he meet up with the girl from last summer?!

carlossainz55: i was also on that holiday

landonorris: were you? i must have missed that

carlossainz55: gringo

danielricciardo: there is no way this beats an aussie summer

landonorris: oh but it does

userthree: carlos went on holiday with him 🥲 my carlando heart

yourusername: i was quite enjoying the idea of a summer not working

landonorris: but unfortunately for you, your dad loves me

yourusername: wrong, he loves your money

carlossainz55: lol 😹🫵

userfour: don’t shoot me but landoyn

userfive: 🔫

2021

yourusername

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he got some hours in this summer - also check out this vase i started earlier!

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userone: pottery queen

landonorris: child labour

yourusername: you’re 23

landonorris: exaclty 😞

usertwo: each summer i get excited knowing we get landoyn posts

userthree: if they don’t get together i may cry

userfour: and now they kiss

carlossainz55: best boat rider? driver? chauffer? ever!

yourusername: skipper! but thank you :)

carlossainz55: but you don’t skip?

yourusername: it’s a dumb name i know 😭

userfive: it’s the way she’s friends with carlos too

yourbestfriend: @/landonorris how does it feel to steal my best friend each summer?

landonorris: pretty good actually

yourbestfriend: 🔪

2022

landonorris

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finally was trusted enough to see how pottery stuff is done

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userone: i come alive once each year for the annual post

usertwo: lando is a summer child

carlossainz55: don’t lie. you paid her €100 to let you in the room

landonorris: that was not meant to be public knowledge

userthree: lando is such a simp bc why did he pay €100 to watch a girl do some pottery

userfour: but it’s not just SOME girl

userfive: it’s THE girl

yourusername: €100 well earned

landonorris: you and i are no longer friends

yourusername: whomp whomp

2023

yourusername

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spent the summer saving the people’s favourite driver from drowning

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userone: thank you for your service

oscarpiastri: not my favourite driver

yourusername: facts me too

carlossainz55: @/landonorris: shots fired

usertwo: parents

userthree: okay maybe not this year but next year 😞

yourbestfriend: *cough* i actually was on lifeguard duty most of the summer

yourusername: shhhh

userfour: help can lando not swim

yourusername: no

landonorris: she’s lying, i can

2024

landonorris

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ahead of the hungary gp i had a personalised helmet created to fit in with the rich culture of the country, following the gp i will put this up to auction for a children’s charity - see you on track!🏎️🏁

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userone: SHUT UP SHUT UP SHE DID NOT

usertwo: i am sick

userthree: landoyn is so real

userfour: 2024 is the year

yourusername: nice helmet! wonder where you got it from?

landonorris: some pretty, talented woman made it for me

yourusername: what a lucky lady, you speak highly of her

landonorris: ☺️

userfive: THÉ COMMA. PRETTY. TALENTED. KILL ME NOW

oscarpiastri: does the artist take commissions for next year?

yourusername: potentially!

landonorris: back off piastri

twitter:

yourusername

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this summer i learnt how to do a handstand

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userone: don’t freak out calm down too late i’m freaking out

landonorris: that’s a headstand actually

yourusername: chat to me when you have a olympic gold medal

usertwo: THIS IS NOT A DRILL

userthree: THE LAST SLIDE

oscarpiastri: photo credits?

yourbestfriend: i took that actually

oscarpiastri: that’s from my sunbed actually

yourbestfriend: we were on the same bed dufus

userfour: 👀

carlossainz55: the son of a bitch did it

userfive: CARLOS HELP

landonorris

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i love summer

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userone: I LOVE SUMMER TOO LANDO

usertwo: the way she looks at him 🥹

oscarpiastri: @/yourbestfriend we are feeding the landoyn fans

yourbestfriend: that we are

userthree: someone check in on the landoyn fan base

userfour: miss rabbit has fainted

yourusername: i think i may love summer too 🤭

landonorris: 🥰

yourdad: i approve

[vamptarot]

What Will They Like About Your Body | PAC 18+

pile one pile two pile three

how to choose a pile . . . choose whichever you feel drawn to or ask your guides to guide your eyes to the one that is meant for you! ᡣ𐭩

— ⭑.ᐟ this is for diversity reasons, if you don’t want to, don’t read it, if you want to, go for it. this will be covering what they like about your body and what they fantasise of it. ‘they’ meaning your special person. not proof read.

𝝑𝝔 If you are under 18 years old don’t read this. This is made for consenting adults. If you think you are grown enough, no you are not.

pile one : - high heels !

𐙚 : five of cups, page of pentacles, five of swords, three of swords, two of cups reversed

bottom of the deck: six of swords

♡ ⢷what will they like about your body

Every single little thing, there is nothing that they don’t like about you. Which can, yes, be annoying to hear, because this isn’t what you were curious of, but these feelings are sincere. They come from the bottom of the heart.

Your special person looks at you as the star, as this very perfect person, the most beautiful of all. They find your looks dreamy and even the tiniest of folds and details are beautiful about them. The beauty of ancient statues, if you struggle understanding the concept of it.

It’s the feeling of “this is actually a real body with a lot of things to tell, not just one that was worked for years to hide things about it.”

Some of you might take an offence to that, thinking “but that means my body is just ugly!”.. I am here to say that’s not true, you are just delusional. Real bodies don’t look like the ones on the internet that are photoshopped to the max - yes, even in videos -, they just look real. With spots, blemishes, veins, details, stretch marks, beauty spots and a thousand other things. Your body is very much real, which makes you soooo sexy in your person’s eyes. All the little things about it.

Matter of fact, your special person LOOOOVES your stomach so much, like omg. They might like to hold it, or just rest their body on it while cuddling you or literally sleeping with you while spooning. You might think to yourself, ‘oh, but my stomach isn’t flat’, duh, that’s the sexy bit about it. - Even if your stomach is flat that is okay bby, that bit was meant for somebody else. -

Think about it, no statue of Aphrodite has a flat stomach.

Aside from that, your chest is so loved. Idgaf if you are a woman, man, flat chested or not this mf - whoever they might be - wants to suck on it, and if they are given the chance they will show that too! 🫵🏻 Seriously, if you are asking about a guy, - or a masculine girl -, they wanna just put their face right to your chest and get to work. If you have a bigger chest, just rub their face their, and if it’s flat then tease you so you make noises for them. - Whines, to be specific. - If you have birth mark or any sort of mark on your chest, they also want to kiss it there, they love it.

It’s not that their energy is objectifying, they are just crazy about you. Like your body gets them all to be like those old cartoons where the guy gets heart eyes and they almost fall out as they stare at the pretty lady that just walked by.. tongue out and all. - Think of Bugs Bunny from Looney Tunes or Tom from Tom & Jerry when they meet a pretty girl and you might understand better like that. -

Now, speaking about tongues. They think that your private part has such a pretty shade to it. - Or like.. would, if they saw it. - This obviously varies person to person but the main things that are coming through are pinkish & light brown? Like it’s just a nice shade of brown. - yes, even if you are a person of colour.. this will be unique to everybody, but the point is the same. - Also the texture if your skin could also be something they like? Because that’s unique from person to person as well! So they will definitely love what they will be able to feel, you know. Tongues come here because as soon as they saw you wet/hard combined with those factors they just wanna give you head. Like they are needy for you!

They also, really, really like your ass a lot. Slapping it, grabbing it during the act itself.. whatever you let them do, they will do it. You might as well catch them staring from time to time too. - This is regardless of gender, if you are a guy asking about a girl this still applies… or a girl asking about a girl.. whatever you are into guys. Your ass is just a 10/10 for them. -

♡ ⢷their fantasies about your body

You might have had some experiences in the past that made you very insecure. In your body, and how people perceive you. I will not be going too much into it because the severity of this depends from reader to reader. It rages from comments - irl & online -, to bullying, all the way down to abuse. That is your business and I am not going to dive into it.

However, their fantasies revolve around helping you escape feeling stuck from these feelings and emotions that are awakened in you when it comes to sexuality. They understand that it’s from things that you have went through in life but they still wish to help you overcome these negative emotions by loving you right, treating you right and giving you the whole world, their all.

Even then, you might be the sort of person who wants to do it with the lights off or distracted your partner before things get too far because you are genuinely scared of intimacy and the level of tension such a deep bond comes with. In your head it could be nothing but all sort of negative things, barely anything good coming out of it. At times, you might even feel ashamed. It doesn’t have to be this way. This is what they want to show you by treating you correctly.

You escaping this turmoil of ‘it’s wrong, but I want to like it’s and the pain that comes along with it is what their biggest fantasy is. They hate to see you suffer through things even if you hate that they care at times. Nothing in this world will make them stop caring about you, at all, even if you believe otherwise. Their love isn’t fragile, rather opposite, it’s quite strong.

They dream of loving you tenderly, holding you, going slow and kissing your tears away as they hold your hand.

They dream of taking care of you, treating you with the utmost respect. Never ever would they do anything to purposefully scare you or make you uncomfortable.

♡ ⢷moodboard

— ✮⋆˙ ‘my type’ , billie eilish , ‘and i see her, at the back of my mind’ , pink & flowers ? , demisexual , waiting til marriage , not a huge fan of kinky stuff but rather just wanna make love , (door) bells , bookshop , sage green , piercings , something for beauty being done to the eyes - contacts, lashes, eyeshadow ect - , stiletto nails , shibuya

My pile one do not forget that you are beautiful and nothing in this world will change this fact! your person is so sweet, their energy is very gently even though you might not think so. they would neverrr do anything without your permission. thank you for reading.

if you liked my reading please consider checking out my paid readings! there is barely any topic I will say no to and with every penny you are helping me!

pile two : - font !

𐙚 : six of swords, queen of pentacles reversed, seven of pentacles reversed, nine of cups, wheel of fortune reversed, the devil reversed, the lovers reversed

bottom of the deck: the emperor

♡ ⢷what will they like about your body

I would like to start out with saying that this is a toxic pile, at the very least sexually mean. There is no feeling of being in love or having strong emotional connection/needs here, so even if you have a crush they might feel a sexual attraction towards you but not romantic one.. or they possibly view sexual attraction and romance as two different things and don’t think of the other while doing one of them. - meaning even if they have a crush, they won’t be romantic during sex. - I will still channel for this pile but this has been your warning and disclaimer. If you are not comfortable reading about something like that, do not. It’s alright to not read this.

Now, if you decided to continue reading I will need you to stay with me on this one, this person is a whole mess.

I also want to say that if you have a bdsm kink this person does too, and if you don’t they do not either but are simply sadistic/masochistic or just had heavy uncomfortable experiences in the past that altered their preferences, fantasies and such. Such a rare but specific distinction but everybody’s guides urged me to say this.

To actually get into it, they like your chest, the shape of your body and your private eras. The shape of it, the size of it and everything that is unique about it. Not even a little bit, but a lot. They want to tie you up, not necessarily do anything but stare at you while admiring you. They want to tie you up in such a specific way too, in a way your legs and arms are spread out so they can see everything.

This inactivity is on purpose, either to piss you off or make you scared. Your face is so hot to them. Like your expressions for sure get them hard/wet, but like.. your face in general, they love it.

I will list what they like about it as well. Let’s start with your eyes.. pretty eyelashes, colours, gaze and so on.. but that’s absolutely not what turns them on at all. It’s the fact that they are a little bit messed up. There is so many eye conditions in this world, but this is specific for those people who have a bit harder time seeing. If you squint your eyes while trying to read something? Sexy as fact. You walk into something by accident? Sexy as fuck. I am sure the Lord does, but I don’t understand why they feel this way. There is a reason, they are just not sharing it with me. Also, even if that’s not your eye condition.. don’t think you are an exception, that ‘it might not be for you’. It does, you are so cute it turns them on. Especially when you look up at them. They are horny for you. If you have eyebags that just adds to it even more. - I also don’t mean to be belittling, I, myself, wear glasses. Your person is just a little crazy, I am so sorry I don’t know how to say that in a more kind manner. -

Moving on, your nose. There is something unique about it. A beauty spot, a birth mark, the shape of it.. you know your face better than I do, whatever you know is unique is about it they love it. Even if you think they don’t. - that’s especially for the bigger nose ppl! don’t belittle your beauty. -

Your lip shape, they think it’s so kissable. I am so serious, they look at it as ‘so plump’ and they ‘want to devour it’. - don’t clock it, these aren’t my words. - Now, if you are a girl you decide if this means your face or other lips. 🩷 It’s both.

And we are not done yet, nu uh. 🙂‍↕️☝🏻 Your teeth, your beauty spots, your eye colour in the sun, your resting face, your expression when you are annoyed, your red eyes ‘n nose ‘n cheeks after you cried.. is there anything they don’t like about your face? No. If you let them they will cum on it too.

Your thighs are something they loveeeee too. I for real hope that you are into bites and hickeys because this person wants to leave their mark on you. Whether or not this is only for them to see or if it’s visible to anyone… they don’t gaf, they just want to know that their mark is there, on you. No one else’s, just theirs. Jealous, jealous person. Hella possessive too. ‘Only mine’ sort of thing.

They also like your stomach, especially if it’s more toned. Like don’t get them wrong, they don’t care if your stomach changes. Matter of fact they want to impregnate you. - Not that they are ready for a baby, they are just kinky as hell. -

♡ ⢷their fantasies about your body

This is another warning and disclaimer. If you find heavier, darker fantasies and topics uncomfortable don’t read this. This is especially true if you have had negative sexual experiences or if you have traumas that are easily triggered. I am not playing with you. You might hate this.

Menace to society. Like these are only fantasies, and they won’t really act out on each and every single one but when channeling the energy I got a bit perplexed.

First and foremost, they want you to submit to them, completely. No ifs, no buts, no nothing. Just submitting to them. Let’s go through their fantasies one by one..

I believe this is the most simple and common one. This isn’t necessarily something harmful but it does depend on your view of life and the value you put into such things. It’s completely ok to disagree with me on this one. - Notice how I am saying ‘least harmful’ and not ‘not harmful at all’. -

Their most harmless fantasy is you getting over someone, possibly out of a relationship, moving on and still sad with the what happened as you were mistreated. They want to ‘heal’ you with sexual connections. Now, what exactly this is varies person to person. For some of you this is making love, for others it’s having sex and for other people it’s straight up f#cking and messing around. - Crazy to write it out like that, but these are all different things. - They just wanna be ‘the one to heal you.’ Whatever that may mean to them.

For this next one, some of you reading this might like the idea of this fantasy because you won’t fully grasp the idea of it due to being inexperienced but that’s alright, I will do my best to explain to you.

This fantasy revolves around spoiling you, giving you everything you want and pampering you any chance he gets. With attention, words, gifts, necessities, physical touch and in sexual needs. Anything you can think of. The twist in this fantasy is you not being able to do any of this by yourself because no matter how hard you would try you would simply just fail. I am not saying that’s the truth, I am saying that’s their fantasy. Pampering you because you need to completely rely on them, having no other choice. Being obsessed even though you are in an unfortunate situation or might even desire freedom sometimes. It’s like this hopelessness that you have alone, almost as if you need them to be fulfilled in life. That no one else can give this to you, not even yourself.

I don’t think they have a slave kink, but it borders it. This is because they sometimes fantasies about you doing xyz in exchange for these things, like housework and so on.. but in a sinister way, not in a ‘my lovely stay at home wife/husband/partner’ kinda way. Not a ‘sugar daddy/mommy’ kind of way either. Imma be honest and just say I did not see enough things in my life to understand what exactly is going on, but I know for sure that they love power dynamics and want to be the one that’s on top. Figuratively and literally too.

For this one, if you ignored my first warning but you still read and happen to have trauma about physical abuse or domestic violence don’t read what I am about to channel next. Literally don’t. Ignorance is bliss.

We have entered level 10000000x of f*cked up. Their most messed up fantasy is them abusing you, to the point of you having bruises and feeling emotionally defeated. That’s not what turns them on. It’s the fantasy of regardless of this you keep on loving them. Going back for more and unable to leave them, and even letting them do whatever they want to your body. Though, in all these fantasies they do fantasies about having to chase you a little bit. So you not giving yourself easy and valuing yourself but still ending up under them is the main drive they have for this fantasy.

The craziest thing though, this mf seems pure, kind and very respectful. The perfect person to bring home. Well put together, clean, has a lot to offer and treats your family well. You would never think that these sort of things cross their mind. Yet they do.

I am willing to bet a whole tarot deck that many people reading this pile until here didn’t believe a single word of what I wrote down exactly because they appear so perfect and kind.

♡ ⢷ moodboard

— ✮⋆˙ wild thoughts - rihanna , red ropes & red string of fate (symbolism of differences) , virgo , someone is hungry rn , anger issues , ‘breaking dishes all night’ , tiktok edits , hallway crush , tiger/tigress , ‘Tom’ , tom foolery - lmao - , grey , silver jewellry , dreads , nonchalant but very kind , red fruits ? strawberries, watermelon, raspberries, passion fruit and aso on , cracking backs , spa asmr

Idk y’all this man/person is the devil. 😞 you are into what you are into, but do not stay near people who make you feel unsafe. thank you for reading

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pile three : - ballet shoes !

𐙚 : the chariot reversed, queen of swords reversed, the star, eight of cups reversed, four of wands, page of swords

bottom of the deck: knight of swords

♡ ⢷what will they like about your body

Let’s start with saying that you might think this person is cold or not interested in you but it’s the total opposite.

They want you so bad, and they try to not show it because they are ashamed of how bad they want you. Not because there is anything wrong with you but because they are so good at self discipline, not being influenced by anything too easily and just being a honest and just person. Yet, when it comes to you they cannot help but have these animalistic tendencies, they want to go nuts and have such rough sexual relations with you all while treating you like their Queen/King, pampering you with love and affection.

They don’t want to only make love to you, they want to worship you with every single second that passes. You have a hold on them that no body else have had before and they try to not make themselves look crazy in your eyes but they just want to kiss every inch and corner of your body. Even the ground you walk on. You are so perfect to them and they feel like they need to hide so that you don’t push them away. So you won’t think of them as a creep.

They love you as a whole, if you were to ask them what they find unattractive about you they would not have an answer. There is not a single thing that they deem as a flaw about you at all. They would be offended if you even dared to think that there is. In a sincere way too.

Like you could even believe, even for a slight second that there is anything that they don’t like about you? They would never deem anything about your appearance as a flaw.

And that is true! But they still have subconscious favourites I picked up on lmao,, Which is completely normal!

It’s your feet, your tummy, your fingers - might wanna suck on it idkkkk -, your overall figure, your veins, your waist, the outline of your private parts through clothes, the way that you carry yourself and if you have blue eyes then that.

Though, their favourite thing is none of those. It’s the tension in your body when you are turned on and you think you can hide it well but it still shows through your actions. How you move your legs and the way you rub your legs together, the shy look on your eyes all while you are nervous about people being able to tell how needy you are. It turns them on so bad they could single handedly recreate the Niagara fallls all by themselves, if you get what I mean.

Perhaps they would also enjoy how your own cum looks on your thighs after sex, after coming so much and not being able to control yourself. - I am sorry for the lack of better words. -

♡ ⢷their fantasies about your body

Honestly, they just have a worshipping kink when it comes to you.

They want to suck on your body. Your toes, your private parts - on your clit if you are a woman -, your thighs, your stomach - they wanna leave hickeys -, your hips, your waist, your chest, your collarbones, your arms, your shoulders, your lips.. they want it all.

Even if they aren’t into it, they want to do it just to please you. It turns them on because it’s you. They find you crazy hot, like they would go to the ends of the world and back for you.

Not a sub for sure, they rather read like a soft dom that’s very passionate, obsessed and in love with you. They can be a sub for the night if you want them to be though. Put a leash on them and they will go on all fours for you.

And if you don’t like that, that’s cool. They can slap you, pull your hair and go hard if that’s what you need them to do.

If you like regular sex only, that’s chill with them too.

For you, they are both a prince charming and a freak, just depends on what you need of them. They want to cater to your needs all while dominating you. Adoring everything about you.

The only thing they ask for in exchange is for you to be loyal and committed to them, because they sure are to you. Not a single other person on their mind at all. Fuck threesomes and anything else that involves bringing someone else other than the two of you in the bedroom, they only want you.

They could go crazy if you give attention to any other person too. Jealous person, adores devotion above anything else for sure. They are not afraid to leave you if you play games with them. Doesn’t even have to be cheating, but teasing. They love you but they don’t like things like that. They are grown. - Not my words bby, their higher self’s. -

Regardless, they don’t fantasise about you leaving them but rather overthink and worry they you might do so if you find someone else that better fits you. Someone you look at as beautiful, good and all the more compatible with you. This is their worry. - Probably bc of their past but most of you it’s just because they love you so much you are their weakness. -

Their fantasies revolve around pleasing you. Giving you their all. Trying out thousands upon thousands of things with only one another, just the two of you.

♡ ⢷ moodboard

— ✮⋆˙ ‘just the two of us, we can make if if we try’ , ‘i am vanilla baby, I will choke you but I am no killer baby’ , whipped cream , someone here has a mommy kink , curved eyelashes , clown masks , cherry red lipstick , tooth gems , blue whips , shy virgin who didn’t resonate with the kinky bits 🫵🏻 , painted toes! , coffin nails , 18

believe that you deserve good things instead of trying to convince yourself that I am lying to you. that one is very specific for one person not everyone <3<3 mwah my beautiful pile 3 you are so loved by this person I wish nothing but happiness for y’all! thank you for reading

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THE NAME OF LOVE .ᐟ

✩ — the three times hoshina soshiro dismissed his feelings for you as something that friends do and the one time he realized otherwise.

✩ — request: IVE BEEN WANTING TO REQ U SOMETHING FOR SO LONG NOW I HOPE U DONT MIND !! can i ask for hopeless romantic reader and hoshina soushirou.... the way he... is...... (LOVE PESSIMIST 🫵) I'm a sucker for hoshina falling first or confessing first but it is truly up to you!! i genuinely have no idea where im going with this so pls feel free to change anything to your liking

✩ — includes: hoshina soshiro x gn!reader. fluff. cw: uhm funky pacing bc this is just pure word vom LAWLZ. wc: 3583 (i did not expect for it to be this long i swear). reader works for operations and is considered as second best to okonogi (is also okonogi's assitant). ikaruga and okonogi cameo yipee! hoshina is bad at feelings ™. reblogs and feedback are much appreciated !!

to love is something you cannot name.

that’s a saying that stitched itself onto your brain because it just makes sense. loving someone has way too much depth, depending on the person who is the one lending out their heart and who they are giving it out to in the first place. it could be named as anything, depicted as anything, or interpreted as anything.

especially for you, who had witnessed, watched, read, and consumed all sorts of media that named love as numerous things. sometimes love is tragic, making two people feel so much just for them to get pulled away from each other when they were so close to running into each other’s arms. sometimes love is mirthful, having two people become the best versions of themselves around the person they love because they feel safe becoming vulnerable with the other. yet sometimes love is bittersweet, accepting the art of letting go as it was for the best—accepting that things weren’t just meant to be but not forgetting the emotions the person made you feel.

well, how were you supposed to know what love really is? a hopeless romantic is hopeless for a reason.

having a day off is quite rare, even for the employees of the operations department. the work was quite demanding, as any job involving the JAKDF was. but you still made time to relax and enjoy your rest from time to time, whether that was rewatching a good old romcom film from the 2000s or reading a new romance novel you decided to pick up.

it was normal for a hopeless romantic to dream. to fantasize. that maybe they could experience an extraordinary love like it is portrayed in films or described in songs. so naturally, as a hopeless romantic yourself, you weren’t any different. you just wanted to experience love—to be loved.

then again, liking someone does count as experiencing romance in a sense. admiring someone with traits the public doesn’t really notice is… rare. but that’s how it always went with you. though you wouldn’t really say that you actually acted upon your feelings, they're usually be gone once that person has stepped out of the current environment you’re in.

that’s how it was before.

vice captain hoshina was a respectable man. he is talented, and he sure as hell knows it. as the ton put it, you and the vice captain had a strange relationship—nobody really knows what to call you two. as the secondary leader of operations and okonogi’s assistant, it was only natural to be in the presence of the vice captain most of the time. but there’s just something different when it comes to how you two treated each other.

from flirtatious remarks and confusing gestures that you aren’t sure if you’re supposed to interpret as romantic, just what were you to the vice captain? you’ve observed long enough that he only does this to you. though you don’t really hate it. in fact, you like it that he’s only like that to you—but you weren’t supposed to like him, you swear! but honestly speaking, how could you not? you had plenty of reasons to like the vice captain in that way. you just pray that no one has really noticed it.

however, okonogi wasn’t stupid. she gets praised for her analytical skills for a reason and you wish she didn’t have to use those skills when it came to your romantic interest in the vice captain of all things. she promised to keep it a secret, though, and keeping secrets is a thing okonogi was really good at (to your surprise).

— — — — — — — — 

the first time hoshina denied his feelings for you was when he overheard some rookies talking about you.

“(l/n) is such a blessing to the third division, don’t you think?” one said as the other hummed in agreement. “i know, right? they’re so nice! did you know that they helped me once? they gave me tips on what i should do to enhance my combat power for my fighting style; it was really helpful too!” the rookie beamed. hoshina had an unsettling feeling churning inside of him as he eavesdropped on the conversation. but he quickly shook it off, thinking that he probably ate something funny earlier.

but why hasn’t he received such treatment from you? you were closer to him than some rookies, right? 

right?

wait, what the hell is wrong with me? hoshina thinks, snapping out of his earlier thoughts. he was not jealous of some rookies. those were just rookies, for christ’s sake! hoshina walks away, only to be greeted by the sight of you and ikaruga talking this time.

“thanks again for the film recommendation the other day, (l/n). i didn’t expect to enjoy it so much—you were completely right! it did suit my preferences,” he excitedly says. hoshina watches silently, observing everything in detail. and one thing he notices is that ikaruga is standing close to you—way too close than he preferred.

“really? i’m glad you liked them, ikaruga. feel free to ask for more film recs when you’re free.” you laughed at his enthusiasm. ikaruga had always been a fun person to converse with, in your opinion. and you two bonded over films! but it was really nothing more than that. “will definitely do!” he replies, giving you a two finger wave as he excuses himself.

he was definitely not jealous. why would he be jealous in the first place? you two were just friends.

and friends don’t get jealous like this.

— — — — — — — — 

the second time was when he was undergoing recovery after the whole fiasco of the tachikawa base raid. everyone was exhausted. it was fortunate that the third division didn’t get any casualties during the incident; the majority of the troops were only injured for the most part. soshiro was counted among the severely injured troops but he doesn’t regret it one bit.

or so he thought.

soshiro wakes up slowly, blinking and squirting his eyes at the sudden brightness of the light above him. he felt a weight on the side of his bed when he tried to get up, as if something (or someone) was pressing down on the blanket. looking down, he wouldn’t mistake your hair for anyone else. he knew it was you with just a glance.

and there you were, sleeping softly on the side of hoshina soshiro’s bed. soshiro takes note of your appearance that he could see right now—which was really just your messy hair. he gets up, making sure that you don’t wake up. it is likely that the operation has not had much sleep up to this point, which is why you ended up sleeping in his hospital room of all places.

he feels bad. a hand slowly reaches out to your head, stroking it ever so gently. if he were to be honest, he was worried for he operations team during the attack. he recalls regularly checking in to see if things were okay on your end, and you kept reassuring him that everyone was unscathed. his other hand reaches out to his phone on his bedside, checking to see if he missed anything. he was unconscious until now, he thinks. and the text from okonogi just confirmed all of his suspicions.

you’re probably still unconscious by the time i sent this, but they’ve been there every day since you got admitted. 

that’s all the message contained. soshiro glances at you again, a soft smile tugging on his lips. he doesn’t get why okonogi felt the need to send him that text, but the thought of you waiting for him to be conscious again made him feel… warm inside. but it all went away as he pulled back his hand from your head as you stirred awake. you raised your head, adjusting yourself to be in a more comfortable position as you rubbed your eyes with your knuckles. 

shock was an understatement when you realized that he was finally awake.

“vice captain! i—sorry, i didn’t mean to sleep on your bed. wait, are you okay? does anything hurt?” he just stared at your eyes, trying to process something. shock was still present in your eyes, and relief was mixed in them too. you noticed him not answering anything you said. worried that he might be suffering from some aftereffects, you asked him again. “uhm… vice captain hoshina?”

he snaps out of it as soon as he hears his name. “sorry, i was just thinking. what were you saying?”

“er… is there something on my face? you’ve been staring at my face the whole time since i woke up…”

hoshina blinks once. twice. then thrice. before he focuses his gaze on something else, looking away from you. you held back a laugh at the sight of red tinting his ears as he apologized for his actions. 

“i’m glad you’re alright, vice captain.”

hoshina freezes. he didn’t expect those words to have a bigger impact on him than they do now. but this is all natural, isn’t it? friends worry about each other. friends wish and hope that the other is okay.

yet why does he feel bitter when he labels this as something that friends—no, snap out of it. he thinks.

“i’m glad you’re alright too.”

— — — — — — — — 

the third time was when you were sent to work to the first division of all places. he was completely against it, of course, but he doesn’t have any concrete reason to actually protest against it. 

it was quite boring to not have you there. he didn’t really have anyone to disturb anymore. and the sudden change in the vice captain’s demeanor doesn’t go unnoticed by the platoon leaders. sure, he still had the same toothy grin on his lips, with his fang peeking out ever so often but deep down, you can’t really point out if it was genuine.

after all, hoshina soshiro was good at concealing his emotions and thoughts.

but then again, okonogi wasn’t stupid. it pains her to be the one who’s stuck between the vice captain and her subordinate. soshiro was the same as the night he didn’t get to neutralize kaiju no. 8 back then. shoulder slumped, arms crossed, a slight pout on his lips, and an expression that clearly stated he was pondering about something—or perhaps someone?

“you miss them, don’t you?” okonogi suddenly asks as she organizes the paperwork in front of her. working with hoshina when it came to paperwork wasn’t really new, except for this time because you would also be present in times like these. “miss who?” he decided to play dumb (or is the right term indenial?)

“please don’t make me spell it out for you, vice captain.” she replied, pushing up her glasses.

hoshina doesn’t reply, zoning out as he thinks about okonogi’s words. well, it wasn’t really false that your sudden absence had changed things in the vice captain’s usual routine. he doesn’t see you making a cup of coffee after he finishes training in the middle of the night. nor does he see you drowning yourself in research at the library when you’re not in the operations room, where soshiro would personally lend you a hand and provide his own insights on whatever you’re researching.

oh. 

oh.

he does miss you.

but that’s just normal, right? friends miss each other. and friends tend to leave sometimes but they will always come back when the time is right. however, the head of operations for the third division didn’t have to be some kind of genius to put two and two together. 

the vice captain has some sort of interest in you as well; he just hasn’t realized it himself.

— — — — — — — — 

the day you returned from the first division was the day everything went back to normal for soshiro.

it was currently a quarter after one in the morning, and he had just finished his training. he ended up going more overtime than usual, but if he hadn't, he probably would’ve missed the open door to the library at this hour. and of course, being the ever so curious man he is, he takes a peek in.

and again, there you were. but this time, you were drowning yourself again in research. your hair was a bit messy, and the eyebags doesn’t go unnoticed by him. yet in spite of that, soshiro still found your appearance to be lovely. maybe it was just the fatigue from his training, or perhaps it’s the thought of you being so determined in your work that sparked such a thought in him.

regardless of what the reason actually was, soshiro found your appearance lovely despite it all.

“you should head to bed soon.” he says, approaching the table you were currently working on. you looked up, surprised to see him awake at this hour. but you put your focus back on your work, not even giving him a second glance—which surprised the vice captain. he reads on whatever you were working on, noticing that they were mostly reports of kaiju no. 9. 

“researching on kaiju no. 9, i see. need a hand?”

“there’s just something off about him and i can’t put my finger on it. also thanks, but no thanks. i can handle this myself, vice captain.”

“it’s almost two in the morning, are you sure about that?”

he didn’t quite catch on to what your reply was, but he was positive that you just declined his offer either way. hoshina decides to pull up the chair beside you and grab the small stack of reports in front of you. he rotates the lamp a bit in his direction, but just enough to leave some light for you to read as well if you needed to.

you sigh at him. “vice captain, you really don’t have to—”

“but i want to. it’s the least i could do.”

truth be told, you really can’t bring yourself to be in the presence of the vice captain now. everything was just confusing. you were aware that the vice captain doesn’t really like paperwork in general (who even likes paperwork in the first place?) but you don’t get why he’s so insistent on helping you every time he finds you here.  

you don’t get why he likes your company so much. you considered yourself to be plain, a bit mundane for someone to actually spend some time with. especially when your interests don’t really spark any others for the most part. 

and while you may be a hopeless romantic, you weren’t foolish. even if you like the vice captain who’s currently making an effort to help you with your work, he’s just way out of your league. he’s too high to reach, and you were sure as hell that he would never actually look at you in that way. not now, not ever.

but why? why does a part of you keep saying that maybe he does? he wouldn’t do all of that if he didn’t actually look at you in that way, right? hope is a dangerous thing for someone who doesn’t know how to stop. for someone like you who refuses to give up on most occasions. it was stupid. foolish. naive.

not now, not ever would hoshina soshiro actually look at you that way.

“vice captain, please get some rest.”

“i could say the same to you.”

god, why is this man so stubborn? is he not tired from all the late night training he does? you thought, slowly getting frustrated. hoshina tells you his observations based on the reports in his hands and shares his hypothesis on the matter. he had some valid points and he’s lending a great hand at the moment. but frustration was just getting the best of you at the moment from your numerous trains of thought.

“the fact that he can adapt so easily is scary in itself. and the recent report of him breaking in the operations room in the first division states that—”

“why are you doing this?” you cut him off.

hoshina stares at you, dumbfounded at your question. he opens his mouth to answer, but no words actually come out of him. he chuckles bitterly in his mind. soshiro would like an answer to that question as well. but then it dawned on him. every flashed across his mind in seconds, and he finally realized it.

yet the result of that still scared him.

he was in love. hoshina soshiro is in love—with you nonetheless. the person he swore was just a friend. it took him quite a while to realize it, always being in denial that it was just normal for friends to act the way you two were. but he was in love. and that scared him. because what is he supposed to do when he finally realizes that you have consumed him? he never wanted this to happen, not in a million years.

but perhaps he was in love with you long before he started tripping along the lines of being friends and something more.

why are you doing this? your question echoed in his head. because i love you, he swallows back down his throat. he can’t say it. there’s no way things would work out. he could die any day and he’d rather not see you miserable because of his death. it would be better if you found someone else—but how ironic. he couldn’t really handle the thought of you being with someone else in the first place.

why are you doing this? your question echoes again. “because i love you.” he finally says, hesitant even. hesitant to know what you’re reaction was going to be. your eyes went wide at the sudden confession, and hoshina was certain that you wouldn’t believe him (well, he couldn’t really believe it either). “you’re kidding me,” you replied.

“i’m not.”

and surely enough, the look on the vice captain’s eyes said it all. he was dead serious. "i... why?” it's ten past two in the fucking morning, and you were too scared to accept that all of this was occurring right now, so you were afraid to ask. you were too scared to just randomly wake up and realize that maybe it was all a dream. too scared to believe that your feelings are being reciprocated.

“because you’re different—different to me, if that makes sense. it’s like you have this effect when it comes to me. food tastes better whenever i share a meal with you; my day just feels more peaceful whenever i get to see you’re doing fine, and i realized that maybe i haven’t actually looked at you like a friend or coworker for as long as i can remember; i was just too stupid to realize it earlier.” he avoids his gaze for a moment before looking at you again.

“i love you. i want you to look at me and love me too. we’ve come too far to turn back. i’m already too deep into you.”

you were speechless. 

he loves you. he loves you. he loves you. it repeated like some sort of chant inside of your head as you processed everything. hoshina soshiro loves you back—who would’ve thought? you hadn’t realized that he was sitting so close to you. the tension was so thick, but you easily cut it down as you started with your response.

“you’re an amazing man, vice captain, and i truly cannot grasp how you could feel such feelings towards me, but i love you too.” you could see hoshina jump in his seat in shock at your confession, but you continued. “i love you in ways you have never been loved, for reasons that you may not have been told, for longer than you think you deserve and with more than you will ever know existed inside of me. yet i can’t help but still wonder… how? why? wait no, why was already answered—”

he chuckles at you. stopping you with your words. “what’s so funny?” you pouted at him. “it’s nothing. i just can’t believe that we’re seriously having this moment at two in the morning.”

“sorry, i think that may have been on my part. i kind of snapped there because i was just so… confused.”

“confused?”

“yeah, confused if we’ve crossed the line between friends or lovers without actually realizing it. crazy, right?”

hoshina moves a bit closer to you, making the distance between the two of you smaller than before. he puts his forehead against yours. “not really, but i look at you, and i just love you, and it terrifies me. it terrifies me what i would do for you. i’m in love but i’m also terrified—that’s what i think is crazy.”

“then let’s be terrified together,” you whispered to him.

a soft laugh leaves his lips this time. “i like the sound of that.” he whispers back.

he loves you.

and you love him back.

that’s all what matters.

love, in general, can make you feel all sorts of things. joy, confusion, anger, fear, and many more. it can also make you do all sorts of things. it can make you do things you never really imagined doing for or with someone in the first place. it tends to be irrational—ridiculous, even. but the thought of doing all of it for the person you care most about? you finally realized that’s simply what love is all about for you.

to love is something you truly cannot name.

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More than friends | LH44

―Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader ―Warnings: curse words, mentions of food, and typos; ―Summary: You're friends with Lewis, but fans don't buy the "just friends" discourse - for them, you and Lewis make the most powerful couple, even if you're not famous. And maybe they're right, maybe you're supposed to be more than friends. (based on this request).

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[ivykim]

QUESTIONABLE THINGS IVY HAS SAID

VIDEO START ▶️

“if cats have nine lives, why do jungwon and jay only have one.”

it was in the middle of Manifesto tour where each of them had their own separate rooms. ivy was going mental and bored out of her mind so she decided to turn on a live.

someone commented about jay and jungwon being adorable cats.

“jungwon and jay are adorable. they’re like newborn kittens.” ivy reads off the comment. she hums.

“that’s true. they’re adorable but something irks me.”

“if cats have nine lives, why do jungwon and jay only have one.” she asks in a genuine and questioning tone.

— philosopher vivi working overtime

“we love a sexy barbeque man.”

there were a series of knocks and ivy singing ‘do you want to build a snowman’ outside of sunghoon’s door. it was late at night so ivy did it softly. after all, they finished their concert like an hour ago.

after jay opens the door, ivy joins the live and waves to the camera. jay and sunghoon went on about how tan jay looks compared to sunghoon.

“you look like a good fried chicken.” ivy says.

“what?”

“we love a sexy barbeque man.” she does those chef kisses. the two boys never understood what was going on in ivy’s head.

— i want whatever drugs she’s on

“you🫵🏻 come over here👇🏻 WRIGHT☝🏻 NAOW😤.”

with jungwon zooming around and having a lot of energy, ivy couldn’t fully focus on reading through the ENGENEs comments.

she was really trying. as she reads, jungwon zoom pasts her trying to find a way to lose his high tension.

“you🫵🏻 come over here👇🏻 WRIGHT☝🏻 NAOW😤.” she tells jungwon in English, sounding like a mother scolding her child. jungwon runs back around and sits next to her like a good boy. they continued their live properly.

— aww mama duck vivi

“WHATS WITH THE SKINNY BAMBOO LOOKING LEGS?? COULDN’T THEY HAVE GIVEN OUR DARK MOON CHARACTERS MEAT??”

when the dark moon WEBTOON came out, ivy was curious about the story so she decided to go ahead and read out loud during the live. as she scrolls through, she notices the characters not having much figure.

“what the-” she looks at the characters and then the live and then back at the characters.

“why are they so skinny?”

— engene: “so we’re not the only ones that think that?”

“definitely but oh my god. someone feed the poor vampires- oh sorry for sooha I meant non-vampire. she’s not a vampire everyone. don’t misunderstand.”

“actually, I have to complain to HYBE. why in the world are they so skinny and where in the hell is my character.”

— engene: “oof ivy popping off💅🏻💅🏻”

“WHATS WITH THE SKINNY BAMBOO LOOKING LEGS?? COULDN’T THEY HAVE GIVEN OUR DARK MOON CHARACTERS MEAT??” the passion as she says so.

— passionate vivi. she protects and attacks🤺

*stares at bird* “he would probably make a good source of protein.”

ivy was busy staring out the window. she was bored. waiting for their turn at Inkigayo for their Sweet Venom recording.

“noona, what are you doing?” jay asks as he comes up behind her with a camera.

“looking out the window.” she lays her head against the window and shuts her eyes a little. “I wanna sleep.”

“same. now would be a good time to sleep, I’m dead tired.” jay says.

her stomach grumbles a little. “urgh, now I’m hungry.” just then, a bird had perched onto the ledge in front of the window.

“god, the things I’d do for some chicken.” jay groans. ivy points to the bird and stares at it.

“he would probably make a good source of protein.”

jay has never whipped his head so fast. it’s almost like he would get a whiplash. “HE WHAT?”

— you know she’s crazy when jay looks at her weird

“crazy? I was crazy once. they locked me in a room, a room with sunghoon, and sunghoon makes me crazy. crazy-”

ivy was busy reading a few comments since she was bored and didn’t exactly know what to show the ENGENEs. she was seriously trying to think of a content she could do to engage the audience.

“mmm, do aeygo?” she deadpans at the camera. “sorry, I’m not an aeygo master. you can ask sunoo.”

that is until she decides to pull one aeygo out of nowhere. she easily gets embarrassed. “okay, okay, no more. I look like a goblin doing aeygo.”

“where is sunghoon?” she reads out loud. “he’s probably at the dorms. he finished his schedule for the day.”

“does sunghoon make you crazy? huh? you mean in what way?”

“in general?” she thinks for a second, “crazy? I was crazy once. they locked me in a room, a room with sunghoon, and sunghoon makes me crazy. crazy-”

ENGENEs were commenting thinking ivy drank soju before doing the live.

— not her following that one meme😭😭

“sometimes in life you just have to life.”

ivy was basically doing her normal thing. reading the live comments and also entertaining ENGENEs.

“do you ever feel like a plastic bag.” she reads off the comment. “yes, everyday. i wanna drift through the wind and i want to start life again.”

“noona, are you drunk.”

“I’d like to know too. Maybe this tea has alcohol inside of it but no, I’m not drunk as far as I know.”

“what do you do when life doesn’t go your way.”

“deep question. I like it.” she sighs, “sometimes in life, you just have to life.” she makes a sad face, wiping her fake tears.

“it’s true, that’s how life works when it doesn’t go your way.”

– oml philosopher vivi strikes again

“even if you don’t succeed, just fail.”

in yet another solo live she did, she had basically gotten viral for making these ‘inspiring’ quotes. multiple people praising her because she can make up this true story-comedy quotes.

“unnie, make more inspiring quotes.” she hums at the comment. “give me something you want me to make a quote out of.”

she skims through the various comments, “ah, mmm. you failed a test? I’m so sorry about that.”

“umm, even if you don’t succeed. just fail. studying isn’t everything. you can always try again!”

– I’m gonna kiss her. she’s so perfect

“I’m a sunbae??? THEY ARE HOW OLD??”

with illit debuting, enhypen was finally a sunbae. they had hoobaes under BELIFT Lab now and so ivy heard about them. the boys were just talking about it during the backstage video.

“we are sunbaes now.” jake says.

“mmm.”

“and they are younger than ni-ki. I believe the average age is about 18.6.” jake continues. Ivy hums again before she processes what jake was truly saying then she practically whips her head over.

“I’m a sunbae??? THEY ARE HOW OLD??” she says in shock.

– the cultural shock ivy experienced.

Ivy: turning 23 this year

Iroha: turning 16 this year

*outro of video plays*

PART 2?

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EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

Springtrap x Reader | Summary: Your uncle has asked you to keep watch over his new investment, Fazbear Frights, and the vintage artifacts his attraction contains. When you begrudgingly accept his offer, things take a turn for the weirder. An encounter in your dreams with a yellow rabbit changes you…for better, or worse?

Heads up: This fic is not for everybody, and that’s okay! It’s a fucked-up fever dream and if the summary intrigues you, come along for the ride. If not, that’s okay too. Things get heavy here. There’s monsterfucking, dream sex, vaginal penetration, some choking, fear, lust, disgust, basically a whole grab bag of fuckery, so if that’s your thing, read on, dear deviant 🫵♥️ PS the end is kind of fire, I love a good twist!!!

To be honest, you thought the idea of opening a theme park ‘attraction,’ based on the mysterious disappearances of children was fucked up. But your uncle was convinced there was a market for such a sick endeavor, that an audience existed whose search for thrills and chills would have them willing to shed money for a chance at experiencing horrific local nostalgia.

Because really, who wouldn’t want to relive the tragedy of multiple kids going missing? You were being sarcastic, of course. But part of that sarcasm stemmed from genuine bewilderment. What was your uncle thinking when he formed the concept of Fazbear Frights? He’d always been into horror as a genre, but as far as you’d understood, his interest was confined to books and film, not true crime. And if the subject matter of the Freddy’s story had involved the tragic disappearance of local adults, maybe Fazbear Frights wouldn’t have bothered you as much as it did. But kids had gone missing, lives had been upended, and your uncle was about to make a profit off of their heartache.

The worst part of all? You’d accepted his offer to work there. The cost of life after college was kicking your ass; you could barely afford your rent as it was, working two part-time jobs. Money was more than tight; you needed extra cash wherever you could find it. And besides, the Fazbear Frights gig would only last a couple of weeks, just until the attraction opened. Your uncle’s job offer had been to monitor the security of the place overnight, with generous pay promised. You couldn’t understand why he’d be willing to pay someone to guard a bunch of creepy old relics from an abandoned pizza parlor, or why additional security was necessary when the theme park itself already had an overnight guard? Your uncle maintained that additional security was needed, and that he only trusted family with the responsibility of protecting such an important investment as his precious, twisted attraction…

Entering Fazbear Frights, your first impression is that it’s really fucking ugly. Granted, it’s supposed to look old fashioned, and maybe the building’s creepiness is simply proof of good set design. However, a sense of unease lingers in your stomach, and you’re almost positive it’s caused by something beyond the decor. The attraction is fully furnished, but won’t open for a couple more weeks while the finishing touches on lighting and sound are tweaked. Those changes are made during the day, when at least a little sunlight can be seen filtering in through the windows, reminding you there’s life outside. For your part, working the night shift, the dark building makes you feel secluded and more than a little creeped out.

You have a flashlight, and mostly functional electricity running through the building. But there’s still much to be desired in the way of making the attraction feel…not haunted. And it occurs to you that that’s the word which describes how you’re feeling: haunted. The hairs on your skin are standing at attention, a cold sweat clinging to the back of your neck, but why? Obviously the setting is creepy, but it’s meant to be. You’re usually comfortable around spooky decor. It’s not as if you’re a scared kid wandering the halls of a haunted house alone…but that’s how you this place makes you feel…

It’s getting late. An outdated digital clock (probably a relic from the late eighties itself) on the desk in front of you reads 3 AM. You shiver as yet another cold breeze whispers past your shoulders. You look around, studying the vintage posters on the wall, wondering how much money your uncle threw away in order to call these scraps his own. The figures staring back at you look menacing, despite their wide smiles. They’re called animatronics, you remember. That’s how your uncle had referred to them. You also recall his mentioning one animatronic in particular, a Freddy’s original he’d managed to get his hands on and would be bringing to Fazbear Frights. You haven’t seen it yet, and to be totally honest, you’re not sure you want to. If the animatronic your uncle purchased looks anything like the ones in the posters you’re staring at, you’d prefer to never encounter such a creature…

Re-entering the theme park feels like walking through the gates of Hell. You’d rather be anywhere else than here. Another night of spending six hours alone in the gloomy replica of a literal crime scene has your stomach twisting. And you didn’t sleep well, either. Your dreams had been too vivid to allow you rest. You’d dreamed of a monster, or something that could certainly be called one…a massive, towering figure with patchy, mustard-yellow fur clinging to its skeletal frame. It resembled a rabbit, or had, at some point long ago. While still maintaining the general shape of a rabbit, its appearance had decayed, warping its cuddly features into something ugly. Its eyes were cold gray orbs that rested deep in its oversized, vacant skull, tendons and ligaments intertwined with wires that wrapped its skeleton, which you later realized, was comprised of metal rather than bone.

Your senses had been particularly keen in the dream. The rabbit’s scent was stale, yet comfortingly nostalgic. It reminded you of an old quilt your grandmother had once given you from the bottom of her dresser drawer, which smelled of love and other ancient, homemade things. She’d wrapped you up inside it, with kisses and promises that the chilly winter night wouldn’t be as cold now, that the quilt had been waiting there in the dresser for years, waiting for someone who needed it…

The rabbit’s fur was coarse, your skin a soft contrast when you wrapped your arms around its waist. It felt like the outdoor carpet that had lined your parents’ back porch, which your feet and rain had pelted countless Summer nights. The rabbit’s fur was cool to the touch, moist with something bittersweet, a musky blend of old books with yellowed pages, their corners turned down and words lined in pencil…

And against your lips, that was also his taste, his tongue the flavor of nostalgia, his large, unbearably strong hands crushing your body against his like he intended to make love to and ruin you all at once. Whether or not he consisted of machine or animal, he was more human than anything else, fully formed with the parts needed to bring you to a state of rapture. He held you suspended, your legs around his waist, fucking up into you with more vigor than his decayed appearance would suggest him capable of. You clutched his back, and then his ears, locking your fingers around them and bracing for impact as each of his mechanical, brutal thrusts punched inside you with a machine’s precision…

You’d woke up in a state of climax, your body drenched with sweat. The sheet beneath you had been ripped from the mattress, balled into tight fists. Your chest heaved, your bare breasts glistening with perspiration. Your cunt was pulsing, fluttering with the aftershocks of a powerful orgasm. Arousal dripped down your quivering thighs, onto the mattress which was soaking wet beneath you.

A shower and breakfast had done little to calm the questions racing through your mind. What the hell was that? Your dreams were rarely as vivid, as visceral, as the one about the rabbit. And as for the sex…it had been the best sex you’d had in a dream, ever. And it had been with what must surely have been a monster…

You hope your six hours at Fazbear Frights will go quickly tonight, partially because you’re still a little unsteady and aroused from your dream this morning. Additionally, you’re looking forward to sleep, because maybe the rabbit will be waiting for you when you close your eyes, again?

Unexpectedly, your uncle meets you at the staff entrance of Fazbear Frights. He seems excited about something, and you’re grateful for a distraction from your thoughts of the rabbit. “Hey kid,” your uncle greets you with a friendly wave. “How’d it go last night?”

“Alright,” you reply. “It’s a little creepy in there, but that’s the point, isn’t it?”

You don’t miss the subtle gleam in your uncle’s eyes, revealing how pleased he is that his attraction is having its desired effect. “That’s right,” he says cheerfully. “Gotta give the people what they want. And what they want-.” He turns his key in the lock and pulls the door open for the two of you. “-Is the authentic Freddy Fazbear experience. Which is why I’m here tonight.” He lets you step past him into the building, and locks the door behind you both. “-To show you the part of my collection that’ll really have people talking. We just brought him in today-you’ve got to see him…”

You grimace visibly. “It’s the fucking animatronic, isn’t it?” you groan, and your uncle rolls his eyes.

“Yes it is, sourpuss,” he teases. “And trust me when I tell you, it’s gonna make this place really feel like Freddy’s, like you’re stepping inside a time capsule or something.”

Your uncle led you down a hallway to one of the doors marked STAFF ONLY . “He’s showing his years of course,” your uncle continued, searching his ring for a different key. “I mean, this animatronic sat abandoned for thirty years; of course he’s gonna look a little rough around the edges.”

Your uncle finds the appropriate key and jiggles it inside the lock. “But just knowing that we, Fazbear Frights, have our hands on the one and only Spring Bonnie-.” He sighs proudly. “-It reminds me how much all of this was worth it, y’know? Now that he’s here, back in his element. Where he belongs.”

Your eyebrow lifts in curiosity; you resist the urge to laugh in your uncle’s face. “You do realize you sound just a little bit crazy, right?” you question him. “Talking about this thing like it’s a real person or something. Don’t tell me-.” You lean in, whispering. “-You talk to it sometimes, don’t you?”

Your uncle pauses before whispering back, “yeah, but, the only time I really feel crazy is when he responds…”

You giggle at that, watching while your uncle pulls the door open wide. “Here he is, (Y/N),” your uncle declares, beaming in the doorway. “The yellow rabbit himself. Spring Bonnie in the flesh-err, I mean, fur…”

For a moment, you assume you must be dreaming. Because you find yourself looking at the exact same rabbit from your dream this morning. He looks different, sat on the floor, leaning against the far wall; but it’s unmistakably him. Your uncle watches your expression, slightly confused. “Is he really that scary?” he asks, his voice hopeful.

You take a step forward, curiosity overriding your apprehension. The rabbit is large, just as large as he was in your dream. Even seated on the floor, you can tell his height is substantial. Tentatively, you reach for the rabbit’s face, stroking his musty-scented fur tenderly.

“D-be careful!” your uncle frets behind you, adding, “that thing was very expensive-be gentle with him-,” but his concerns aren’t necessary. You know this rabbit…intimately well. And once you’re alone with him again, you’ll make sure to take excellent care not to damage him in your…exertion…

“What did you say his name was?” you ask, gazing into the rabbit’s steely eyes. Your uncle clears his throat, obviously perplexed by the care you seem to feel for a decaying animatronic you had no interest in seeing only moments ago. “Uh, Bonnie,” he replies. “Spring Bonnie.”

“Bonnie,” you repeat, allowing the word to sink over your tongue. “That means beautiful, doesn’t it?”

Your uncle nods, still confused, and glances at his watch. “Well, it’s just about midnight,” he says. “Time for me to head out. Come walk me to the door, will ya?” He pretends to shiver. “This place gives even me the creeps at night, to be totally honest.”

You choose to leave the rabbit (for now). “I’ll be back,” you whisper against his ear, quietly enough that your uncle doesn’t hear. He’s waiting for you in the doorway, a warm smile on his face, your fascination with the yellow rabbit a fleeting curiosity to him, and nothing more. Once you’re sure your uncle is gone, you exhale a sigh of relief. Locking the door behind you feels like sealing the world away completely; and in contrast to yesterday, that kind of isolation is now exactly what you want. Your heart thuds against your chest like a horse’s hooves, skipping beats as you turn for the hall.

You’ve bunched your skirt around your waist, your shoes clicking loudly in the empty hall. Heavy rain pelts the tin roof as you round the corner that leads to him. In the doorway, a tall, familiar figure stands. His gray eyes flash cold as steel, locking you in place at the opposite end of the hallway.

Thunder growls outside. The building’s electricity spits in and out, crackling around you like fireflies caught in a jar. Your heart’s in your throat, lips spreading into a wide smile. The hall goes dark, lit only by the steely gaze of the yellow rabbit...

…until suddenly, even his eyes disappear, and you’re left engulfed by an all-consuming darkness.

Lightning flashes, illuminating the hand reaching for you. Robotic, aluminum fingers draped with rotting yellow fur close around your throat, silencing the scream beneath them. The rabbit lifts you by the throat till you’re completely suspended, feet dangling limp and useless beneath you. His sour breath reeks of rotten meat and dried blood, the kind of smell that instinctively alerts you to danger. Your eyes roll back, surrender sinking over you as you accept your fate.

But as quickly as he seized you, the rabbit yields. You feel the cold, filthy tile meet your cheek as you land against it. Through gauzy vision, you make out the metallic feet of the rabbit standing before you, his endoskeleton clearly visible. He takes hold of your hair, and tugs you upright, holding you in place as your trembling legs cannot sustain you. His eyes bore deeply into yours, chortled breath leaving his mechanical chest in a slow, grotesque pant. When he speaks, your whole body shivers.

“You…” the rabbit murmurs, his wide jaw cracking, fleshy tendons stretching. The curdled timbre of his voice betrays the smile on his lips; the rabbit is glad to see you.

“How…long…” he snarls. “…has it been…?” He drags a thick, soiled finger across your cheek, the gesture unexpectedly tender. “…Since anyone desired me…?”

Your chest is heaving, conflicting emotions of every kind overwhelming you. A sick cocktail of fear and arousal throbs in your belly, keeping time with your pounding heart.

“P-please,” you stutter, tears bleeding down your cheeks. “Don’t h-hurt me…”

The rabbit tilts his head to the side, thinking. His hooded eyes wash over you, this tiny little creature in his hands, pleading mercy from him.

“Mmm,” the rabbit hums, his skeletal chest vibrating like a lion’s purr. “You think I’m a monster, don’t you?”

You gasp as his touch glides from your face to your chest, his big paw closing over your breasts. He groans at the feeling of your heartbeat thundering against his palm. “I’d forgotten,” he says. “How a woman’s pulse feels…the proof of her life, beating in the palm of my hand…”

With his other paw, the rabbit clutches the back of your head and draws you closer. The stench of rot, of horror and decay, cannot repulse you anymore…not when his tongue has breached the barrier of your lips, the thick, sinewy muscle undulating against your tongue in a wet bed of perversion. His bulky fingers lodge between your thighs. Immediately, you begin to grind against the textured fur, wetting his mechanical digits with your arousal.

Seized by a sudden courage, you lift your hips in a way that has you poised atop one of the rabbit’s fingertips, his damp appendage resting against your entrance. He obliges your silent request, allowing you to sink over his thick finger, taking him as far as you can.

The thunder inside you eclipses the storm outside. You moan filthy, disgusting praises as he pleasures you, all sense of fear long-abandoned in exchange for the fulfillment of your most hedonistic desires. His fat, coarse digit strokes you like it was made for you to ride, reaching places inside you no part of any man ever has. You’re going dumb on top of him, so dumb you don’t even notice when the rabbit gently eases you onto the ground.

He’s under you now, his back pressed against the wall, his paw of a hand still clutching your cunt, letting you use his fingers to get yourself off. A dark, satisfied chuckle rumbles up from his bony chest. “Just look at you,” he murmurs, his steely eyes heavy with lust. “Bouncing on my lap like a slutty little rabbit, aren’t you?”

His lewd words and husky tone send you over the edge. Your body convulses on top of him, the muscles at your core clenching around the rabbit’s touch, sucking his fat appendage rhythmically as you ride out your high…

“Fucking Christ!” A man’s voice bleats through the hallway like a frightened animal. You whip your head to see him, blinded instantly by the beam of his flashlight. He’s wearing a shirt that identifies him as the theme park’s security, and as your eyes follow up to his face, you’re met with the wide-eyed gaze of unfiltered horror staring back at you. His flashlight shakes wildly in his hand, catching the rabbit’s skeletal leg in its beam. Confusion sets over you…followed by shame. Because the rabbit is now as he was when you arrived there tonight…sat against a wall, unmoving and limp, no more than a broken machine overcome by decay. But unlike earlier, you’re now sat straddling the broken machine, your cum dripping down its tattered fur…your hands locked around one of the animatronic’s arms, lodging his hand between your thighs…one of his fingers buried deep inside your cunt…

The guard clears his throat; you force yourself to meet his eyes. “Th-there was a c-.” He clears his throat again, blinking to focus. “-County-wide power outage, miss…I knew you were um, keepin’ watch over the place for your uncle, and uh-.” He swallows, forcing his eyes from dropping to the place where your body and the animatronic are joined. “-I th-thought you might be spooked in here, alone-.” He glances at the rabbit, then back to you. “-in the dark…”

Frustrated tears burn at the corners of your eyes, your cheeks hot with humiliation. Carefully, you ease the rabbit’s finger out of your cunt, wincing as the metal scratches your skin. Somehow, it didn’t hurt before. You smooth your skirt down, concealing your nakedness but none of your shame.

Standing in the beam of the guard’s flashlight, you summon every bit of the (minimal) pride you have left to tell him, “thank you. That was very kind of you, to come check on me.”

He licks his lips nervously, eyes darting between you and the animatronic propped against the wall. His flashlight illuminates the perverse scene, revealing your cum still glistening on the rabbit’s fur. The fear in the guard’s expression has softened to a pitying disgust.

“I think it’s time for you to go home, miss,” he says. You wipe a tear from your cheek, glancing back at the animatronic one last time, before leaving Fazbear Frights (and your rabbit) behind, forever…

[lilislegacy]

I'm a couple days late to the stable scene discussion, butttt here are a few things I had in mind....

I agree with you that they didn't have sex in the stables MoA, but that said, I do think they was likely some more kissing and stuff. Now, jump forward to Tower of Nero and The Sun and the Star, I think Rick insinuates them being intimate (at least to a certain degree). First of all in the ToN when Apollo visits them, Annabeth tells him that their living arrangements are none of his business cause Percy is over at her dorm until her roommate moves in.

Then again, in The Sun and the Star Sally says "I imagine they’re both at Percy’s dorm ... hopefully studying for their English exam.’' A page-ish later when Sally, Will and Nico IM them, "Percy was indeed in his dorm room. There was a small unmade bed to the left and a desk covered in books and papers. Percy himself looked somewhat disheveled, too." Sally saying they're in his dorm hopefully studying and Percy looking disheveled I'd say is pretty interesting word choice. What do you think about all this?

thanks for the ask!

ah yes… college percabeth

you know, i haven’t finished TOA, but i have seen that scene online lol. and i will say, annabeth does get oddly defensive when apollo asks if they’re both staying there. she says the whole ew no he leaves his clothes everywhere thing, but her reaction seems oddly strong.

and you know what’s funny? when i saw that scene for the first time, i also thought it was referencing them getting up to no good, but it was a different part lol. the part that caught my eye is when percy says something along the lines of “yep i’ll be staying in my completely empty dormitory a whole two blocks away [from annabeth’s]” and then annabeth swats his arm and quickly moves on, and THAT’s when she defensively tells apollo that their living arrangements are none of his business. so i thought that was very suggestive.

i haven’t read the sun and the star, but those word choices definitely are suggestive. if sally had just said “percy is probably in his dorm, maybe with annabeth. they should be studying” then i think it would have sounded genuine. but the fact that she said they’re both in his dorm and “….hopefully studying”, it does seem like she’s onto them about something else LOL. the ellipses speaks volumes. and the fact that percy and annabeth were both in his dorm and nico said he looked “disheveled”… also suspicious. it could have been meant innocently, but rick is famous for throwing in little innuendos lol. so i think you’re definitely onto something with those scenes

we’re onto you ricky 🫵

[nyoomerr]

Nyoomer I’m thinking of starting my own Fic, what tips do you have for me? 💪🫶🫶

do whatever you want forever 🫵 💥 ‼

and i mean it!! i say this every time y'all ask me for fic writing tips, but you're doing this for fun! the number one most important thing is that you make whatever you personally want; if any of my writing tips - or the tips you see from others online - don't vibe with you, then just ignore them, even if it means writing in a way that other people call "wrong" or whatever. it isn't wrong if it makes you happy!

that being said, here's some tips that work for me personally, put under the cut since it's a bit of a text heavy post -

if you want to put a character in a Situation but feel like it might be unrealistic or OOC for that character to act in that way, you don't necessarily have to give up on the situation or think about how to change the situation to match the character's personality. instead, think about what might have to happen to the character in order for them to change to match the situation. example: normally Character A would not risk their life for Character B. but what if Character A owed Character B their life? what if Character A had just suffered a massive loss that made them take on some self destructive tendencies? what kind of mental state would Character A have to be in to risk their life when they normally wouldn't?

if something isn't fun for you to write, don't bother writing it, because chances are it won't be fun to read either. think about how you can communicate the same information without writing out the full scene, or if you even need to communicate the information at all. example: if you're slogging through a scene describing how a character gets from Point A to Point B, step back and consider if it's important that the readers know exactly how it happened, or only that it did happen. if you're trying to communicate that the journey was difficult, would it be effective to skip to Point B and then focus on how worn out or emotionally distraught your character is now that they're there?

when you plan out a scene, keep in mind what the characters should be getting out of it, whether that's information, a problem to solve, or a change in the character's world view/relationships. this will help keep the scene focused and character driven, which - personally - i find most enjoyable. example: if this is a scene that is meant to simply deliver information to the characters, then you can figure out the specifics of your scene by asking: who would this character trust to deliver the information? if it's not information that would normally incite an emotional response, can you change that based on context?

i hope those help a bit!! i also wrote some more general writing tips here in the past, and some tips on getting the motivation to finish/post fics here. i'm also happy to give tips on specific things if you ask!

i'm always excited to see another cook in the kitchen, so GOOD LUCK AND KICK BUTT !! 💥💥

[dododrawsstuff]

Pairing: Chevalier/ Melinda (OC)

Word count: 1800 ish, idk remember the exact number

CW: it's pegging, basically PWP (with feelings)

The writing is bad, I'm not a writer, you have been warned 🫵 and I did not revise it, bc I can't read what I write without cringing

MDNI

The day couldn't pass any slower, Melinda thinks to herself. She feels almost impatient after exiting the foreign affairs room, where Chevalier must still be busy writing on documents. She wanted to give him some of the sweets she had baked earlier (with the guidance of Yves, they turned way better than her previous attempts) “I hope they are to your liking” she finally speaks after he kept looking at her without touching any of the sweets placed in front of him, she almost felt her heart drop at the thought he hated them so much he wouldn't even taste one, but as she observed him, she understood the meaning behind his gaze, he wanted her to feed him the sweets.

“You could've asked” she mumbled as she picked one from the pile and brought it to his lips. She watched as he finished the entire thing and her chest flooded with a warm feeling, gosh, he looked so cute, and it was praise enough to her baking skills that he finished the entire sweet.

Their tender moment was interrupted as a soldier entered the room to report something Melinda didn't really paid attention. But just as she was turning to leave and let him work, her eyes widened when they caught a glimpse of his neck that he exposed to her by pulling the high collar of his shirt slightly down, exposing the gold choker he was wearing. She covered her cheeks with her hands to hide blush and bolted out of the office.

Just remembering that scene that happened earlier make her heart almost jump out of her chest. Melinda knows what it means, of course she knows, they agreed on that code after the first time she pegged him. If Chevalier was in the mood to be topped by her, he would wear the gold choker she picked for him. Of course she could refuse when she wasn't in the mood, but how could she refuse him in any way? Especially when it was a rare chance of seeing him expose a more vulnerable side to her, the expressions he made, reserved for that moment, only for her eyes to see, the way he hugged her as if he never wanted to let her go, the way his cock twitched slightly when- Melinda cuts herself off before she becomes overwhelmed, she can already feel the hotness on her cheeks.

The rest of the day passed both in a blur and in slow motion, and finally, the evening came and she knocks on the door to his room. She enters after hearing hearing an affirmative and feels the gush of hot air on her face as it tries to leave the room, the scent of roses so characteristic of him fills her nostrils, a scent that she has come to love and represent security to her. Now it also filled her with desire, desire for him, his warmth, his firm embrace, the lovely expressions meant only for her.

Chevalier appears out of the bathroom door with only a towel wrapped around his waist, his skin glistening with some water droplets he didn't bother to dry in his rush to be done, so uncharacteristic of him. “He looks beautiful, but again, when does Chevalier doesn't look beautiful?” Mel thinks to herself.

Only then Melinda notices the golden accessory on his neck, how she didn't see it before baffles her, but she doesn't pay much mind to it. Without thinking, her body takes her closer to Chevalier, until they're so close she can feel the heat radiating from his body and his scent is the only thing she can smell.

“Did you have a tough day?” As she makes the question, her hand cup his cheek, which he promptly nuzzles slightly, her eyes soften and she feels butterflies in her stomach. “Do I have to have a reason to desire my beautiful partner?” He teases her, making her blush.

“N-no no, not really… it's just…” she stumbles over her words, unable to properly convey what she means, but he knows, Chevalier always knows, so he only chuckles and kisses her lips gently as if telling Melinda he understands what she wanted to say.

Mel promptly responds to the kiss and deepens it, invading Chevalier’s mouth with her tongue. She feels slightly proud when he groans in a low voice. She can already feel his hard on pressed on her lower belly through her dress and his towel, feeling a little brave, Melinda grabs his ass and is rewarded with another groan. They stumble to the bed in the middle of the room, still kissing, and Chevalier lays down with his legs parted so he could accommodate Mel between them, the knot of the towel that was hugging his waist undone by their movements, exposing his erection to the cold air of the night. Beautiful, with a bit of pre cum leaking from the pink tip, she almost wants to change plans just so she could feel his length fill her up.

“We can do that if you want” He brings her back from her thoughts, seemingly reading her mind, as he always did. “No, today is all about you” she smiles at him and pecks his lips “I won't let you lift a single finger” she whispers in his ear and makes a trail of kisses from his ear to his collarbone. He only huffs in response, a smirk present in his face. She knows Chev’s enjoying it by the way his breathing is just a tiny bit more irregular than normal, the way his cock twitches when she suck a little harder on his neck and most of all, the heat in his eyes as he looks at her.

“You can mark me all you want” even when he’s the bottom he still manages to tease her relentlessly, this time by tilting his head to give Melinda more access to his neck while smirking at her, almost as a challenge that she responded by intensifying her attention to that area. Gosh, Chevalier would never say it out loud, but he loved when Melinda felt confident enough to act like this.

After a while of marking his neck with kisses and even some bites, she grabs a little vial, on the drawer of the nightstand, with a viscous substance that resembles modern lube and pours a generous amount on her fingers, the substance felt cool in contrast to her feverish body. When she brings her index finger to Chevalier's entrance, it twitches slightly due to the coldness of the lube, she circles her fingers around the ring of muscles, almost massaging it. She can see the way his cock leaks, a small puddle of pre cum forming on his belly, and Melinda stares at him, face slightly flushed, hair disheveled, his eyes burning with heat, she can tell he wants her to enter him already, but she’s too busy trying to burn that image into her memory.

After what feels an eternity to Chevalier, she finally inserts a finger in his hole, his eyes close and a satisfied sigh escape his lips. Once Melinda makes sure he is comfortable she starts to move her fingers, searching for a specific spot. She knows she have found it when Chevalier's face contorts into a frown, his hands gripping the sheets and his legs parting a bit more. Then she keeps focused in trying to find that place with as much precision as she can manage.

She inserts another finger and then another, still focused in pleasuring him as much as possible, his reactions -subtle if it was someone else there observing them, but major for her, after spending so much time together with him, trying to absorb as much information about him as possible- that she almost misses when he says “it's enough”

“What?” She replies, after realizing he told her something “It’s enough” he repeats “fuck me already” her cheeks feel hot after the direct and shameless word he said, but she moves to grant his wish, she could tease him, she ponders, but not today. He groans when her fingers are removed from him, his hole clenching around nothing as she reaches for the same drawer the vial was stored in to take out a strap on - the dildo significantly smaller than his cock, small enough not to hurt him when they first started but enough to reach all of his good points to the point of his curling his toes and arching his back.

After fumbling in her haste to put on the strap, she pours a generous amount of lube on the dildo and lines it with his entrance, then she enters him slowly, agonizingly slow in Chevalier’s opinion, which makes him hug her waist with his legs and forces her to be completely inside him in one thrust. A throaty moan leaves him as his back arches.

“Chev! Why did you do that!?? What if I hurt you?” She tries to move to get the strap out of him, but his legs keep her in place “Do you seriously think this would hurt me? I’ve dealt with worse pain” he says nonchalant

“Doesn't mean you're not feeling pain, I- I don't want to hurt you!” She replies frantic, but his chuckle makes her stare at Chevalier dumbfounded “Are you still afraid of that? I told you, you’ll never hurt me” he cups her cheek and kisses her lips, her expression and contracted shoulders relaxing. “Thank you” her voice soft, almost a whisper. After recomposing herself she begins to move, trying to hit his sweet spot in every change she has and succeeding most of the time, judging by the way he’s grabbing the sheets so tightly his knuckles are white and by the low moans escaping him whenever she hits his prostate in a particular way.

Melinda uses her hand to masturbate Chevalier and after that it’s not long until he comes undone, him cum reaching his belly and chest, she continues thrusting into him as he’s climaxing, finally pulling out of him with a wet sound. Then she takes the strap out and leaves it on the floor besides the bed -she could clean it up in the morning- and using the towel on the bed to clean Chev up before climbing in the bed again and laying with her head on his chest, his scent calming to her.

It happens so fast that Melinda doesn't even have the time to process it, but when she notices, her back is pressed on the bed and Chevalier is between her legs, a smirk on his face “Now, I think it's my turn, Meli”

It would still be a long night for them, Melinda though.

[takiberry]

Kiss Me | Asakura Jo x Reader 🧸

@jonillaa hi bff ily this is 4u ‼️🫵 here’s 2/2 of ur repost surprises !!

there’s no specific plot, jo is just whipped for you and wanted to show it more, even if it meant doing more so if you’re uncomfortable with jo smut, i suggest to not read this!! 🤍

nothing too extreme, afab!reader, making out, thigh riding, jo praising reader w/ slight degradation, dom/sub dynamic, petnames put into use, size kink coded

- 🦭

jo wasn’t always one to speak about how extremely whipped he gets for you, at least not around you as he feels shy everytime he thinks about it. he loves everything about you: your smile, your laugh, your eyes, the way you look tiny compared to him. oh how there was so much to list but he was snapped out of his thoughts after jo had heard you walk into his room, he snapped his head up as he admired you from his bed while setting his phone down on the night stand. he always wonders how he was able to score a girlfriend as amazing as you, oh the thoughts that ran through his mind.

“hi baby!” you said happily as you plopped onto the bed with your beloved boyfriend, who was unusually a little too quiet for your liking, yes he’s quiet but never THIS quiet. you were wondering if you had done something, so you held his hand and tilted your head slightly. “jo? baby? are you okay?” you asked as jo just nodded his head, looking at you. something in his eyes but you can’t seem to figure it out, that was until you were snapped out of your thoughts from jo placing you onto his thigh, his large hands now resting on your hips. oh how hard it was for jo to not fuck the soul out of you right then and there, you looked at him and kept your head tilted, still wondering why he was so silent.

jo stared at you for a bit before kissing you, his hands never leaving your hips, you yelped and melted against his kiss as your hands tangled up into his dark hair. jo shoved his tongue into your mouth and started to grind your hips against his thigh, holding you down on it. you gasped and let out a quiet moan, your hands sliding down to his shirt to grip onto tightly. jo kept his tongue in your mouth, his hands going up your shirt as he unclasped your bra and tossing it to the floor. you grinded against his thigh at a faster pace and pulled away from the kiss, burying your face into his neck.

“aw, what’s wrong baby? does that feel good?” jo asked with a bit of cockiness in his tone, you nodded as you moaned against his neck, your hips practically moving on their own against jo’s thigh, he let out a chuckle as he watched how desperately you moved on his thigh. oh how small you looked when you’re on his lap or simply just next to him, he fucking loves it, he may not say it nor show it but he really does love it. he would do so many things to you but he loves watching you get off on his thigh everytime, it gives him an ego boost knowing that you simply cum from his thigh, jo loves how dumb you easily get for him. he flexed his thigh and chuckled at the sound of your moans getting louder. “already going dumb? oh baby we just started.” jo said as he chuckled darkly, boy did that send you into a frenzy because you sped up your hips even more. that didn’t go unnoticed by jo, of course, he scoffed and leaned back slightly as he watched you.

“so desperate, it’s almost like you want me to fuck you, jeez.” he said with another chuckle as he bit onto his lip, feels like he could cum in his pants just by this sight of you getting off. jo rubbed his thigh up against you to help you cum faster, he laughed a bit when you had thrown your head back. “so cute, my pretty princess, hm?” he said as he held your chin to make you look at him, you could nod as your own thoughts were completely clouded from the need to cum, jo noticed this and rubbed his thigh quicker. “i know you wanna cum, princess, go on then, it’s okay.” he said as he watched your expression change, he licked his lips as he felt his sweats get soaked, you had finally came and it leaked onto his sweats, how cute! at least that’s what jo thinks. but the night isn’t even over yet, he still wants more to do with you.

“oh baby, you’re not done yet. we’ve just started, now come and kiss me.”

( JO PLEASEOLEASLELAEAOSLE IME CHANCE )

[bonefall]

“I like watching him get tangled up in his own web of self-pity, raising a superiority complex AND an inferiority complex at the same time.”

THAT NIGGA HAS BPD!!,! 🫵

ohSHIT... I didn't REALIZE

Oh noooo is that why I like him so much? Did I read BPD into Nightheart and attach myself like a limpet?? Oh god it makes sense now OTL

I was even planning for him to eventually find out he has a LOT in common with Squilf who I already decided has BPD in BB because I love her so much, is that what I was picking up on subconsciously?

AND BRAMBLESTAR IS A MUTUAL ABUSER OUGHHH... she probably recognizes him using the same tactics on Nightheart that used to work on her! Oh god oh fuck!

LISTEN; I don't rewrite arcs until they're done, so, don't take any of this as canon to BB yet, but... maybe a change I should really anticipate is changing HOW Bramblestar steps down.

I think it would work well with the themes of BB for it to not be his choice, but a... "gentle rebellion." Squirrelflight, Sparkpelt, all of the Firekin, Twigbranch, everyone who has been harmed by Bramblestar confronting him as a group and telling him what's going to happen next.

"You're going to step down. You won't be talking to Nightheart anymore. Enough is enough, Bramblestar."

"So this is how it ends?? This is how you treat me? ...this is what you've felt, all along? I've given EVERYTHING to this Clan, since--"

Just starts ranting, his voice rising in volume, lurches up out of his nest and tries to tower over everyone to make them cower.

They don't budge.

Sparkpelt is eye-level with him, just as big as her father. When he catches her gaze, he doesn't see his daughter's eyes. He sees Jessy, just before she left.

And she sees a child throwing a tantrum.

"Enough is enough."

He does not take the lesson she meant from this. He just hears his traitor of a deputy, his witch of an ex-mate, with her words in his daughter's mouth. He doesn't regret the real reasons; he regrets allowing Squirrelflight to mentor his kit.

And he claps that anger onto Squilf; "StarClan will be the judge of you."

A year ago, she would have been terrified of that. But God is hard to fear when you've been plucked from the heavens and seen his angels die.

"Ok. Anyway,"

then she delves into some boring legal stuff like how he won't sleep with the other elders, the logistics of making this official, going to the Moonpool with a witness, etc etc etc

[kreamcakez]

Body worship- Izuku Midoriya

(kinktober day 15)

Fluff and a lil smut

HC's

CW: he is aged up. And I didn't proof read this 😶🤭

AN God I was meant to post this yesterday but I forgot because I was hosting a DND thingy and lost time but I'll do todays at like 10- ish. But I made Izuku like 20+ so yeah. Please keep mean things to yourself because theses are my thoughts.

★MDNI★

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

★ Okay we all know that Izuku is a literal cinnamon roll 😭. So I think that he loves you in all whys. No matter how you see yourself he loves you and is gonna remind you in all ways that he does.

★ When I say all ways I mean all ways, so he's definitely going to place kisses on all the things you're insecure about. Kisses, soft touches and cuddles are to be expected. But he has other ways to remind you of the fact you're perfect.

★We all know Izuku is a strong guy. That he could left you up and hold you against the wall, against the mirror, ect.. .Hell praise and make you see how lovely you are.

★Okay so you'll be in the bed room, you and Midoriya are going at it and he says he wants to hold you while you're... Going at it 😃 but your just saying that, "Oh I'm too *insert insurceity*" or "But it shows off *insert insurceity*" he'll stop and look at you and blink for six seconds. The smile at you, this dirk is probably gonna say "That's on if the best parts tho..." One of the Best parts because all your parts are the best. 🫶🏽 And ya' need to see it so he'll show you , with kisses, with butterfly touches, ect.. The pint is your beautiful and he's not going to stop until you see it.

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

AN: 🫵🏽🫵🏽 you are perfect you pretty fuck!! (Please excuse my tone but it's true.) I hope you enjoyed that but know your pretty inside and out 🫶🏽 have a good day/night

[skele-bunny]

*angsts your Special and Cowbell*

You did this to yourself 🫵 (I cried a lil writing this sjdjdj) also ignore the timeline fuckery, I wanted to have his family involved.

In Memory of Our Beloved. (CW)

CW - Death, medium/heavy description of demise

Tags: Heavy angst/light comfort, funeral setting, loss of a family member

Characters: Special, Cowbell, Doves, Sister Imperator, Papas, Misc.

(Divider by @ wrathofrats )

Sunday, May 14th, 2022.

The abbey felt dark. Like they forgot to pay the electric bill, and the company had placed a heavy sheet over the buildings. Over the sun. Clouds threatened rain for the melancholy feeling. Not only that, but it was quiet in the den. The sound of a vinyl playing was gone, no checklist being read aloud, and no one dared to speak. Not even Cowbell, who's eyes laid dark, lost in dissociation as Iris carefully brushed his hair to fix with his suit. Even the Doves had changed to their formal wear of robes decorated in medals and religious pins.

He felt Iris pull his curling locks into a small ponytail, resting against his neck, collar being adjusted. He wasn't focused in on his mate as Iris move around and knelt down to begin placing pins on Bell's tux, adjusting his flower in the breast pocket.

They were precise, careful at each movement. They needed to look their best. After all, they had Phil's funeral to attend.

No words were spoken between the two once Iris finished, gently pressing a kiss to his mate's cheek and standing up to finish helping the others. Bell kept staring out the window as very slowly, rain droplets began to hit the stained glass.

"Hey, Bell." Phil whispered, holding his brother tightly as they stared outside the window.

The tween looked over, their tails intertwined. "Hmm?"

"Do you think it rains for the entire world at the same time, or on certain days?"

Bluebell thought harder, her brows creasing as she tried to figure out the question. "I think... All over the world!"

"Ohh," Phil looked back outside. "I hope Canada isn't flooding. Mother has to fly there soon."

Cowbell felt his hand being squeezed, coming back to reality and noticing they were now outside, somehow he was walking. Black umbrellas and uniforms lined the outside, Bell looking around more and spotting his family ahead once they got inside again. Even they were dressed in their best, Papa Nihil and his brothers in their papal robes. Sister turned, her face puffy from crying and meeting Bell halfway, reaching up and hugging her other son tightly.

"My Bell... Oh, my sweet Bluebell." She cried, holding him even tighter.

He simply hugged back, remaining silent and squeezing. They stood for a moment before more arms joined, his brothers finding a strange comfort between one another. It was strange. They didn't like hugging each other, Sister especially despised hugs. Yet, here they were, huddled together with their Father to the side. Bell gently butted his horns against his mother, the woman stepping back and using her tissue to wipe her eyes, sniffling again.

"We have to start soon... Are you going to be okay?" Primo asked, his hand on Bell's back.

The ghoul simply nodded, fiddling with his fingers. There was no other discussion as they got in formation. Funerals weren't anything new to the ministry, but they were to Bell. The formation was meant to represent the ones left behind by the deceased, ranging from family first with parents in front, to lovers if unmarried. The Doves were married to Special, but opted staying in the back to let the family first.

Papa Nihil and Sister stood in front, Cowbell by himself in the middle, the three retired and one current Papas next, then the Doves.

There was one last whisper of confirmation before they began to walk, a duo of siblings opening the door for them to the chapel. As they arrived, those in the pews, loft, and altar stood to face them. Bell could feel himself choke, stumbling over his own legs that felt too awkward all of a sudden. There was... So many people. Ghouls and siblings he recognized, most he didn't, higher-ups and those from other ministries that came to pay respects. It was the moment he walked past the previous band packs that he really wished he turned his hearing aids off.

The second era was never kind, that was a fact. They despised the Null's once they retired. Yet, Bell couldn't ignore their heavy demeanors and sad eyes, bowing in sync to the family to show their respects. Mist never cried. Yet, there she stood in the arms of Delta sobbing uncontrollably, Zephyr still sat in the aisle with xer chair, unable to control themselves as well. The next forward pews were worse. The current band ghouls were all full of wet eyes and sobs, Dewdrop breaking regulation as he couldn't even look up, face hidden in Aether's chest while his mate did his best to comfort the fire ghoul.

Turning away, Bell couldn't bare to look at anyone else but his view was met with a clear casket. The sides full of floral arrangements and religious items. Candles lined at the floor and curled around the altar, with a few photo stands of the departed in various situations. A single portrait that the entire Emeritus' family had gotten done, one of childhood of Phil's first Halloween, even his wedding photo tossing a bouquet over his head. Each one he was smiling.

It looked off to see his body without one.

Sister and Nihil moved to the alter, while Bell turned off to sit in the very first, empty pew. His brothers followed to the alter as well, Doves sitting next to him. The sound of the organ playing tried to drown out the cries, Bell's eyes locked onto his brother's body.

Repetitive tapping against skin made the eldest groan, sitting up and pushing up his eye mask. He tiredly eyed Cowbell standing hesitantly at his bedside, eyes glancing to the alarm clock that read 4 a.m. He didn't yell, nor give any sign he was angry at the disruption. Instead, he opened his blanket, Bell slowly climbing in. Phil yawned and placed his chin between Bell's horns as he got comfortable again, holding each other close. Bluebell let out a purr, exhaling as he could practically feel his anxiety melt away as he knew he was safe.

Phil looked like he was sleeping.

"Members of the clergy, siblings, ghouls, and those alike. Today, we both honor and remember one of our own for his life and sacrifice. Phil "Special" Emeritus." Papa Nihil spoke, his voice wavering some as he spoke into the small microphone. "Many of you knew him, some even getting the joys to be permanent parts of his life. I, am one of those."

Cowbell tilted his head as he kept staring at the casket, trying to understand how exactly it was put together. Was it placed over Phil? Did the top open? The sides?

"Phil was the first ghoul to be summoned under the ministry here. Many seen him as a standing beacon, a trusted friend, a doctor, or simply family." Nihil looked down at his open book, sniffling just a tiny bit. "Death is something we are not to be afraid of. Rather, welcomed as our unholy father brings us into his arms for eternal rest. He, our savior, can abruptly take those from us. Their lives completed, fulfilled, and task entrusted to them finished—Shall return to our father when he's ready to take them back. Phil has done just that."

Moving his view, Bell noticed a few archbishops, cardinals, and other priests across the row. Did they always wear those silly hats everywhere? His eyes turned further, making eventual eye contact with Sunshine who sadly blew a kiss towards him. He just turned back around after that.

Bluebell slowly began to sway his hooves, looking down at the marble floor as he could see his toes and sole's reflection. His nose wiggled as a clawed hand carefully rested on his knee, looking up at Sarra who was seated next to him. His masked face stayed forwards, but Bell could see the tears in his eyes. Sarra didn't like showing his 'weaker' emotions, but it seemed even he couldn't control himself. Bell watched as Sarra and the others bowed their head, acknowledging his father praying for the mass. The null simply kept his head up.

There was a choir of 'nema', and Papa Nihil had stepped back. Their mother stood forwards. Her eyes were red, and surely must've startled a few of the onlookers. Sister Imperator was a show of strength and determination, never showing any signs of weakness. She was power. To see such a strong woman a bit disheveled was unheard of.

"When I was entrusted with Papa Nihil to summon the clergy's first ghoul of this region, I was over the moon. I hadn't expected what lied ahead of me, however. Years of laughter as I raised a kit. My child. Phil was summoned mistakenly. But he never truly was a mistake to me, or many others. To me, he was my son who had this high pitch laugh that could make your own smile appear. He was a boy who had so much interest in the world, and how his eyes would sparkle learning more and more every day. He was a boy who had terrible acne for his first school dance." She laughed a bit, a small wave of chuckles from the crowd as well.

She continued, "Phil was an older brother who adored his siblings more than anything in this world, he was a son that cared so deeply for his parents, and a husband who loved his spouses with his whole heart."

Was that Agni who sobbed? Bell didn't know.

"He loved everyone in his own unique way. He loved so much, he chose to sacrifice himself in the moment of danger to save the abbey from an attack."

To be truthful, Cowbell didn't know how Special died, yet at the same time he did. He watched it. Papa Copia and a few of them were summoned by a higher-up to attempt a new type of summoning ritual. Special was always included in these things as the eldest and most knowledgeable. Bell had simply stood in the back, still unsure why he was there in the first place.

As the portal engulfed in flames and began to pull, something came out that shouldn't have. There were only two Doves who accompanied, watching as an abomination crawled out with such unearthly screams. Bell remembered fear soaring through his body, grabbing Copia's arm as the wind picked up. The gust had forced the summoning book away, Phil chasing after it while the Doves attempted to either subdue the monster that threatened them.

The abomination had turned, swiping the Doves off their feet. It was just a split second—it felt like—as Special dived for the book, shouting the Latin words to begin closing it. The abomination thrashing harder as it was slowly sucked back in, arm reaching out. It's claws swiped directly for Sarra, and then it made impact with something else.

Bell wanted to think he couldn't remember anything after that. But he could.

The portal closed, the clawed hand severed and was left in a pile of blood. It was quiet as everyone tried to get their bearings, Bluebell watching as Phil laid limp against the portal. Sarra noticed and quickly scrambled over, turning his mate over. He expected sighs of relief. But there was distressed screaming, panic set through instead.

It wasn't painful. Multiple, deep wounds to the carotid and jugular was quick when you accounted for an almost severed head.

But, Bell didn't know that. That's what he wanted to think, wasn't it?

"I'll allow this time for those who wish to speak on the departed for memoriam."

Sister stepped away from the podium, but quickly replaced by Papa Terzo. He didn't even bother hiding his tears, wiping his eyes frantically as he tried to regain himself.

After that, Primo, then Secondo. Even the Doves. Some that worked in the infirmary. Old and current band ghouls, reminiscing when Phil traveled with them and the pure delight they all had. Some he didn't even know.

All but Cowbell.

He felt a hand on his shoulder, looking over to see Sarra giving him a gentle look. "Do you want to go up?" He whispered. "You don't have to."

The null turned to see a Sister of Sin stepping down, guilt flooding his mind and uncertainty. Bell was terrible at public speaking. But he had turned back, looking at his own mate.

"Go with me?"

So, he did. Cowbell held tightly onto Sarra's hand, minding each step as they approached the podium. Licking his lips, Bell kept his eyes down at the wood and closed bible. He couldn't look up. There was just silence before Sarra moved to rub his back encouragingly.

"Hello..." Bell spoke softly, clearing his throat and trying to understand what else to do.

"I'm... Cowbell, or Bluebell to my family." Obviously. "I—"

His tail began to flick erratically, looking at Sarra for guidance. He felt a calm wave of quintessence take over him, Sarra leaning down to whisper.

"Take your time. Everyone understands."

Did they, though?

Sucking in a breath, Bell nodded, turning back. His eyes caught the casket below, Phil's resting face bringing him a bit more comfort despite the situation.

"Just look at me when you do your presentation!" Phil smiled as they walked to class, respectively holding their projects. "That way, you don't have to worry about anyone else. It'll be just me and you!"

Bell kept his eyes locked onto his brother. "Special was older than me by just a few months, but sometimes it felt like a few years. He always carried himself so nicely, was responsible, and succeeded so much... But he was a dummy, too."

Laughter started somewhat. "Our mother never knew this, neither did our father, but we used to sneak out so much to join sibling parties. Hehe, and one time Phil stole Father's car and hit a mailbox with it. We ended up telling him that the dent had always been there, and he somehow believed us!"

Laughter from behind came, Bell turning with a smile to see Nihil laughing, his younger brothers following. His eyes went back to Special's casket.

"He had such a strong love for the music we grew up with. I'm sure the team in the OR know just how much that was. Always having a vinyl on and maybe dancing a bit while he was in the middle of a surgery... Sometimes in the den, he'd just put a record on and pull the nearest person up to dance with."

The tail that had curled up between his legs had begun to wag, smile never leaving. "Oh, Satanas, don't get me started about our childhood. We loved following fashion trends. He had a mullet one time, never again." Bell laughed, shaking his head. "Worst decision."

And he rambled. He rambled on, and on, and on. No one minded. No one interrupted. Bell picked at his own nail as he calmed down his laughter from telling the story of when Special quite literally slipped on a banana peel from Sarra and broke his wing. Even Sarra was laughing.

He calmed down, eyes going soft. "I love my brother... He was—He is the best thing that's ever happened to me... Part of me doesn't want to accept he's gone. That when we get back to the den, The Temptations will be on the record player, and he'll be singing while reading. But the other part of me likes to think he's in paradise, with his wings full and the biggest horns, just sleeping in Greece like he always dreamt about."

"Then there's the tiniest part, where I think he's still here in his own way." He continued, looking at Sarra's hand, rubbing over the wedding ring the dove shared with Phil. "That he's still wandering the halls, still watching over my shoulder, and keeping me safe like he always used to do."

For the first time since five days ago, Bell had started to cry. His ears drooped, shoulders shaking as his mind processed just what exactly the body in front of him meant.

"If he c-can hear me. I want him to know how much I love him. How much I'll miss him. And just... Thank you. For being my brother and my safe space for all these years." Bell stepped back a bit, turning to hide in Sarra's chest. He was held tightly, carefully led back down and sat between him and Aqua that hugged him.

"Do you think we're brothers in every universe?" Bell mumbled, laying against the abbeys roof next to Special.

"I'd like to think so." Phil turned to smile. "Life would be pretty boring without you."

He cried as the ceremony finished.

Phil sang loudly, Bell following, to Dancing Queen as they rolled down the corridor. Phil wearing his roller skates, dragging Bell on his sitting scooter. Was this allowed? Absolutely not.

He cried against Secondo's shoulder as he watched the Doves be pallbearers, leading the mass outside.

When they were kits, Sister and Nihil were uncertain how they'd react to one another. Carefully, they had been laid next to each other on the bed, watching as the two infants whined and wiggled at the new scent of the other. Bluebell squirmed, hand touching Phil's cheek and almost immediately, their little tails linked together and they began to purr. Phil managed to roll to his side, pushing his face against Bluebell's cheek, silently chirping even though Bell couldn't hear him.

He cried as his legs gave out while Special was placed beneath the abbeys only Willow tree that he helped plant.

Sitting at the kitchen table coloring, Phil put down his crayon. "We would make a promise!"

Bluebell held so tightly onto his mother as he hunched over, pressed against her neck and soaking her shirt.

"What kinda promise?" Bell never looked up from her page of strawberry shortcake that he was making green.

"You're okay, you're okay..." She desperately whispered, her nails raking through his hair. "I'm right here."

"Promise that if we ever get split up, like a big tornado! Just boom!" Phil slid his book and crayon two separate ways. "We're apart!" He couldn't stop giggling. "That we'll always find each other again."

More bodies pressed close, Bell opening his eyes a little to stare at the birthmark he and Special shared. In honesty, it was a scar from their summoning. But, they liked it as their birthmark instead.

Bluebell just giggled too, finally looking up from her book to nod. "Okay! I like that. How will we find each other?"

Primo grabbed his hand, squeezing tight and gently kissing his knuckle.

"Oh... Uhm..." Phil thought for a moment, his eyebrows furrowing. He stuck his tongue out as he thought harder before gasping. "We can play mommy's record!"

"The music?"

"Yeah! The music!"

Bell clung to Agni as he was lifted bridal style, hiding his face into his mate's neck. He was up high enough to see the willow tree becoming farther and farther away, whimpering and clinging tighter to the robes he was pressed against.

"We'll put the music on high and just carry it around! So we can hear each other's song and find each other again!"

Bell giggled at the thought again, nodding. "Okay! We'll have to tell mommy to get another one."

"We'll tell her it's for safety!! So we never get separated!"

As they entered the den, Agni carefully placed Bell down into his bed, whispering promises to be right back as he left to get water and comfortable clothes for the null.

Bell sniffed hard, wiping his dirty face on his sleeve. He looked around before getting up, his legs rejecting the activity but he pushed. He opened the record player top, then crouched down to the shelf, flicking through the multiple collections they had grown over the years. His hand stopped on a tricolored case, pulling the vinyl out and delicately placing it down. He turned the player on and sat the needle down as Chet Baker began to play.

He moved and opened the window, facing the record player towards it, and simply stood. His ear flicked expectantly, hands gripping the shelf as he waited for an echo in the distance that would never come.

The identical, second vinyl stayed in the shelf. Untouched. Unopened.