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have you read gormenghast. Also top five hottest guitar solos
I have not but just at a glance it looks pretty compelling. Love that the protagonists name is titus groan, thatâs a magnificent thing to be named..ill look into it
Also LOVELY question solo focused guitar stuff is kinda not my main fascination of course partly cause of the recent johnny obsession where he does more jangle/rhythm-as-lead work. But im a normal human being and I still enjoy a good solo. Though i think? The ones i enjoy tend to verge between riff/solo with repeated phrases
Im convinced that less is more even wrt guitar so its not surprising tbh i think a good solo should focus on 1) communication 2) brevity. I feel like overdoing a solo can quickly empty it of any feeling you intended to put in it - and esp like classic rock style soloing can quickly get cliche or tacky (see: oasis. No hate i like them fine but very little of their guitar work speaks to me)
Quick âtypicalâ picks for hottest include staples like hotel california - works with the narrative they made, anticipation built throughout song deliberately FOR the solo (can ANY lyric or vocals adequately follow from âyou can check out any time you like but can never leaveâ?? There must be a solo. Its imperative), the kind of smooth growl sound of it that makes you think of âThe Beastâ that they talk about in the prev verses, length of it justifiable in my eyes by the sense of twists and turns in a maze, the gradual segue into a pattern and fadeout very wickedly suggesting the âcan never leaveâ endless hallways fading into more hallways vibe. You get the idea that the pattern could just keep going on and on.
And then my own subjective picks for hottest. the solo from stop me if you think youâve heard this one before, partly because of how rare it is and the very concise communication of exactly the emotion of the rest of the song, didnt ever read this quote before today but johnny marr said he wanted it to sound like a solo by a punk guitarist whos trash at guitar so he did it on one string. For the poignancy. Which is bonkers because hes completely right and it works so well. That whine, that slight bitter taste, perfect late Smiths instrumentation. THE solo from a band that doesnt do solos. Saying: Stop me if you think that youve heard this one before. but you obviously havent. Kill yourself
In the same realm of âbad goodâ the one graham coxon does in coffee & tv which is rightfully one of blurs best songs its just so. And he attests he was just messing around but its a perfect fit with the mildly sardonic/fully earnest rest of the song. It feels tongue in cheek but simultaneously deeply sincere. I feel very much in the space of those foul distorted wails. Which is why blur will always be on top of oasis. (Honorary nod to classic of discordant solos while my guitar gently weeps by the beatles which is great but not making it into my top 5 because i like the guitar work in the rest of the song more than the solo bit). I think blur just understands the deep inherent value of getting a bit sillay (Woo hoo!) But also its completely serious and you need to take it completely seriously its so good. Just speaks to my personal tightrope of serious/not/serious/not
Okay and in terms of objectively technically jaw dropping solos i prefer the classic metal over rock so im gonna put. Can I play with madness by iron maiden here. Out of their many many blisteringly hot solos because when i tried to conjure up âhot soloâ in my mind i came up with that particular solo and had to work backwards to remember where it was from. Itâs funny to call heavy metal guitar âlovelyâ but thats exactly what the riffs on this song are. Theyve got that freezing hot mystique of the whole concept album. And then the solo itself moves everything up into teeth chattering sexiness. Cause the song is structured as an exchange - speaker to prophet, antagonising each other, the solo is the perfect climax - goes into that quick run of shrieks, then distinct phrases like a person speaking, drawing breaths, speaking again - and is the perfect length to get that idea across. Idk whether its adrian smith or dave murray but itâs brilliance
Ok thats four and i still feel like i have a lot more but you said âhottestâ so right now the most fuckable in my opinion is actually another graham coxon one and its the one in my terracotta heart. Which i understand may subjectively only be rrreeally really really hot to me but 1) perfect anguished leadup to it. perfect continuation of the little riff he does during the verse/chorus before it. 2) subdued in tone, introspective almost, but has that flair..that grooveâŚ.that hint of acerbicâŚ.You might say âITS JUST THE SAME PHRASE SIX OR SO TIMESâ YES IT IS and i need it INSIDE MEEEE
#more honorary mentions is the bit of lead in elliott smithâs junk bond trader that just forces your face to scrunch. but its more#âdevastating gasp for air inducingâ than âhotâ imo#and other maiden solos like in hallowed be thy name where the guitar and drums are in CRAZY conversation#and the stuff in afraid to shoot strangers where maiden got janick gers and he put down the filthiest maddest finger shredders.#jackson pollock of lead guitar#spray that solo in my face. Im a thirsty little flower#ok sorry thats really long. You got me monologuing about guitar solos there#promise ill address the first half of the ask (read gormenghast) as thanks#let me know what about it is cool though Im interested
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guy who's unaware he's gonna spend the next 3-5 hours reworking the lyrics of dream sweet in sea major: haha maybe i'll write a silly little narrative for my hmself, wouldn't that be fun? :)
#chemi chats#ALONE ON THE EDGE OF PERIPHERY COMES THE WRONG TUNE (OR MISREMEMBERING WHAT YOU KNOW)#the ideal way for this to work is to make a mashup of Dream Sweet/Isle Unto Thyself/Intro to the Snow and sing to it#which sounds cool in theory and in my head but i cant make that hfgjh i wish i knew music but i only know how to sing :')#their current names are Petal for Heart | Synapse for Mind | Soli for Soul :0 all are names for parts of a larger sum/whole#there's a vague storyline that i think is very interesting but parts of it might need to be scraped. hmmm alas. still very cool tho!!#''Petal (pedantic) / Synaptic (sycophantic) / A blade before the brow / A seam so it seems I *screamed*''#in theory the timeloop would be contained to just this song. And you can make them loop by sticking the song on repeat :]#Soli has a sword!! because what else would be in character for me lmao. He's music coded (a Soli is a solo done by more than one person!)#The conductor and the baton! Petal has flower imagery (instead of a blindfold he has a flower in his left eye)#I'm not sure what to do for Synapse exactly because synapses arent actually very aesthetically pleasing lmao#maybe star coding. because that's my other aesthetic? ough idk!! dont know about this guy hkjgh#im not very good at making characters hkjhg this is why im a fanartist hkjg#i am decent at writing lyrics and im very good at storytelling though so let's see what we can make~!!#but. not right now. bc i am soooo sleepy jhkjdhg
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i donât get how people can complain about the writing âdoing Martha dirtyâ when that same writing gives her an ending that addresses her treatement over the course of the season, allows her to finally put her to foot down, to establish her self-worth as an individual and to air out her grievances, and gives her the most respectful and satisfying exit from the TARDIS weâd yet seen in the show . like itâs one thing to dislike the direction the writing team took with her arc and to criticise it (perfectly fine) and another to somehow miss it entirely lmao . the âmartha feels out of place, second best, and like a reboundâ is an intentional piece of writing that gets resolved by the end of the season . like that wasnât smth they threw in for shits and giggles, it had in-story repercussions
#and if u donât think those repercussions were Enough then thatâs totally cool and smth to start a discussion over#but . donât act as if they didnât happen lmao??#i just . yells#like i have my own criticisms about the writing (giving the âi feel second best to this dudeâs past love interestâ to the first POC#companion was . probably not the best of choices letâs be real#though thereâs some leeway there as im assuming the character was written before audtions . but still . could have been reconsidered#idk i totally understand why people arenât fans of the storyline itself (outside of how coherent the writing is) but i think itâs a shame#that many others just kinda seem to miss the point because itâs such a unique and interesting arc to give to a companion#i like fresh ideas!! i like the doctor Actually being portrayed at someone who is clumsy with relationships and emotional intimacy!!#i like it when his trauma spills over in ugly and complex ways like we see in season 3 in regards to his friendship with martha#and i like it even better when his accidentally cruel actions and mistakes get brought up and criticised by the narrative!! like it does in#the end of s3!! itâs so good!!#i enjoy 10 because heâs my favourite wet cat but also because he is allowed to fill up room like a real traumatised individual would#itâs like . okay i enjoy âooo the doctor is the oncoming storm ooo heâs hurt and killed so many people oooâ#but itâs also good to See the actual ramifications of that shit you know . hearing about his legend status is always fun but damn man#is it satisfying from a character analysis POV to see him hurt the people around him . to see him treat his friends poorly on accident#because of his own character flaws . like thatâs GOOD#and it just sorta irks me sometimes bc people will have this smug attitude of âwell MY blorbo isnât a rude piece of shit and is actually a#paragon of moralityâ and like girl i donât give a shit . thatâs fine in small doses but itâs not whatâs compelling#people tend to like interacting with âangsty traumatised edgy charactersâ if their edginess is contained in a nice little box that doesnât#overspill . fuck no give me the characters that are loud and ugly and unpleasant about their trauma THATâS THE REAL SHIT#jay rambles#dw.txt#10.txt#marthaj.txt#sometimes u wanna treat the blorbo from your show like a real person sure but sometimes it is better to remember that they are fictional#and there to be considered as part of a bigger story and as an item to analyse . case in poiny#point#maybe i shouldnât be surprised by this though since people still get hung up over rose quartz
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ALSO. sorry for being lame but i think its fun to think about watching all these stupid romantic kissy scenes with my f/os đđ
#cherry chats#mostly preslash. but as a couple too#its fun if its preslash its like OOooooobhhhhhhhh there is something on both of our minds but lets just not say anything#and postslash its just hehe kissy kissy kissy ^__^#sorry my favorite selfship thoughts are all lame. i cant help just loving a generic mutual pining/friends to lovers story -_-#its very rare any of my selfships are anything genuinely interesting like a lot of other selfshippers do#u know where they think of interesting stories and character dynamics and aus and stuff#(those are all so awesome by the way love hearing about peoples intricate selfship stories)#but i cant DO that or well maybe i could if i tried but i wouldnt like it as much#its like when i draw me and sans and people say nice things like 'your self insert is so cute!!!' n its like#buddy that is literally just me. like thats just regular me. thanks though <3#THERES NOTHING INTERESTING HAPPENING IN ANY OF MY SELFSHIPS ITS JUST BEING COOL FRIENDS UNTIL WE ARENT ANYMORE!!! U GET IT!!!!!!!!#so its the same here. my f/o imagines posts where i sneakily say 'f/o' rather than just sans so as to mislead you into thinking i actually#spend time thinking about anyone other than him#are all just pretty boring basic fanfic-y stuff. which im cool with#its just what i like best <3333
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ENYA HAS A LOVE INTEREST AT LAST AND THEY ARE MAKING ME CRAZY đ¤đ¤
#oc: valaenya targaryen#x: valaenya x aurane#they must be appreciated đ¤đ#had to step back for a mini hiatus for a bit for health things again im so sorry â¨đ TY TY FOR THE TAGS I CANT WAIT TO DO THEM YALL ARE DEARS#AND HE IS A VELARYON BASTARD A VELARYON ONLY THE BEST FOR THE BEST GIRL EVER!#reading into his lore kzjzjxjx i love him i love him â¨đĽ´#HE REALLY WAS LIKE HEY CAN I HAVE SHIPS ROYAL NAVAL SHIPS AND THEN RAN OFF AND BECAME A PIRATE THAT LITTLE SKSJJXJXJX im screaming#i am manifesting heâs the lord of the waters bc the idea i have in mind of their first meeting is justâŚâŚ. i love it skjzjx#my dragon girl and her pirate boyfriend sksjjxj đđđ¤#wakes up to his men yelling about a dragon seen in the skies LOSING it over purple scales (starspire) and heâs like â¨đ oh interesting#starspire does the swanky thing she does where she positions her self in the sky wings extended suspended in the air appearing a star#before landing..! his crew was like this is where we die skxjxjjc it was simply for intimidation#I WONT SPOIL THE REST BUT she was sent by aegon vi the young griff and was also asked to look into the pirate king in the stepstones#by arianne m*artell as she wished to know whoâs side he was on?#dany as well sent word to her as sheâs a friend of hers as well â¨đ she was intruiged! so she went! and the rest is history! đ¤#and who better for both of them to let them know whoâs side they were on then to send a dragon rider u know?#especially one who just so happens to wield dark sister and is the sword of the morning wielding dawn â¨đľâđŤ#SHES SO COOL darn me that she isnât a canon character and i have to make the content myself â¨đđĽâŁď¸#im so excited for what is in store for him especially if thatâs him? and whoâs side heâll be on? if he chooses a side?#though like in any side heâs on heâs head over heels for enya (AS HE SHOULDD!) so! đĽâŁď¸đ#D*AEMON AND IOVANNA WOULD BE SO PROUD OF YOU MY LOVE YOURE SO COOL ENYA â¨đ#the singers are already calling her to be v*isenya born again â¨đ#valaenyas allegiances are to dany and aegon and ultimately the restoration of the house â¨đ besties with jon too!#a*urane @ enya: mark me down as scared AND into it sjxjjxjx â¨đľâđŤđĽđđĽ´#leg.txt
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jealousy. | slytherin boy headcanons
authorâs note: im completely unhinged, as always. no surprise there. love me some angry snake men𼾠please enjoy.
-your boyfriend sees another guy flirting with you in the hall.
Draco Malfoy.
Sees you from down the hall as heâs walking with his friends.
âYou know what, guys, Iâll catch up with you after.â
Would literally ditch his friends to make his way over, collecting himself as saunters up to you and mystery man.
Would instantly grab your ass, no hesitation, grip firm enough to bruise. When you gasp, caught off guard, heâd shift his arm up and around your shoulder, pulling you against him.
âWhatâre we talking about?â Heâd sneer.
His voice would be laced with feign interest, smirking down at you with blaring eyes before shooting daggers at the boy.
Heâd simply chuckle at you when you tell him nothing, just school stuff, leaning down to place a possessive kiss on your cheek as he grabbed your hand.
âWonderful. letâs head to class, yeah?â
Heâd pull you away from that dude, shooting him another look meant to kill, a silent warning not to fuck with him.
Finally gets you alone in an empty corridor or bathroom; would waste literally no time at all before pushing you against the wall and grabbing your neck/jaw.
âWho the fuck was that, hm?â, âhe was practically eye-fucking youâŚgive me five good reasons why i shouldnât have him expelled or hexed into bloody Azkaban.â
Heâd be furious, but heâd also know that youâd never choose some other guy over him, so heâd soften once he hears the innocence in your tone.
âYouâre mine, princess,â heâd loosen his grip, kissing you softly. âSay it.â
Blaise Zabini.
Was listening to music while walking down the hall, instantly rips out his headphones the second he sees you laughing a little too hard with some dude he doesnât know.
He doesnât necessarily stop walking, but heâd definitely slow his pace, kind of just watching, not wanting to interfere but also not wanting to look creepy stalking you from a distance.
When the guy doesnât leave, heâd tired of waiting, saying âfuck itâ, before marching over naturally.
This man is so fucking cool calm and collected heâd just saunter right up and join in, making himself at home.
Heâd practically take over the conversation because heâs literally just that chill in every situation, seamlessly fitting right in, so fucking charming and loved by everyone.
Youâd kind of just end up staring at him, smiling in silent awe, knowing that this was his way of asserting his place, letting the guy know what the fuck was up.
After the dude leaves heâd just causally look at you, smirking that charming smirk, wetting his lips as he hooked an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close, leaning down for a kiss.
âAinât no one getting you without getting me too, babygirl.â Heâd murmur against your lips. âlet that be known, right now, forever, always.â
Lorenzo Berkshire.
Would literally stop everything. The second heâd see you laughing and smiling heâd be completely unable to focus on anything else and would completely zone out of any conversations with his friends.
Would get like super anxious and flustered pretty much immediately.
Wouldnât want to intrude so heâd just kind of hang back, wait for you against the wall and try not to stare too much.
His adorable little cheeks would flush, and heâd know he seemed utterly ridiculous so heâd try to busy himself with his shoelace or something while he waits.
Youâd quickly cut off the conversation and move over to him, instantly being able to tell that heâs overthinking.
Heâd smile at you, though you could still see the concern on his features.
âWho was that guy, darling?â
Youâd tell him he was just a friend from class, no one special at all, pulling him in for a hug and giving him a quick smoochie on the cheek.
âDonât worry enz, no one could ever take your place.â
Heâd blush, trying to play it off. âSorry love, I know youâre my girl.â
Youâd take his hand, squeezing him hard, never wanting him to doubt that for a second. âOnly yours baby, forever.â
Mattheo Riddle.
âWho the fuck-â
Would literally whip his bag at Theo, hastily shoving through the crowded hallway with blazing eyes, tunnel visioned as he tried to figure out where the fuck this dude found the audacity.
You wouldnât even have to turn around to know heâs there, youâd be able to literally feel the anger radiating off of him.
Youâd already know exactly where this was heading, but youâd also know there was no attempting to stop him because itâs pointless. Everyone in the school knows that.
Matty does what Matty wants, and right now, he wants to fuck up this guys face for even thinking about flirting with you.
Youâd simply look up at him, noting his tensed jaw and his dark eyes as he glances between you and the dude, before fixing back on you, wetting his lips before he says,
âIs this fucker bothering you?â
Unable to help it, youâd smirk, shaking your head as you calmly attempted to talk him down.
âNo Matty, he just asked if he could borrow my study notes-â
Heâd heard more than enough.
âStudy notes? Yeah, I donât fucking think so,â
Without giving the guy a chance to react, heâd reach for his collar, shoving his back against the wall, teeth barred and face contorted in a snarl as heâd hiss:
âBother my fucking girlfriend again and the only study notes youâll need are the ones on how to drink out of a fucking straw, understand?â
Not interested in the response, heâd shove the guy away, eyes softening instantly as he moved back over to you, thrusting a hand through your hair as he kissed you like itâd been a hundred years, right in the middle of the hall for everyone to see.
And judging by the intensity in his grip, youâd already know, later that night, heâd be extra fucking sure to ask you who the fuck you belong to while heâs fucking you.
When he finally pulled back, heâd smirk at you. âSome bloody nerve on that guy, huh?â
Youâd just shake your head and laugh, taking his hand as the two of you headed for class.
Theodore Nott.
Heâd spot you from down the hall, his eyes instantly narrowing, gaze darting around as though he was missing something, as though this was some sort of sick joke.
Surely, this dude is mentally unwell, right? Thereâs no fucking way that heâs-
Doesnât bother to think about it for even another fucking second, instantly shoving through the crowd to make his way over.
Proceeds to wrap his arm around your waist, other hand finding your jaw and pulling your lips to his before you could even process it.
Would proceed to full-on make out with you in front of the dude, and I mean tongue and all, his grip on your jaw so tight youâd know exactly what he was trying to do.
His hand around your waist might even slip lower, grazing over your ass, and then thatâs when youâd attempt to gather yourself and push him back, completely embarrassed.
Heâd just shrug, smirking down at you before heâd finally acknowledge the guysâ presence with literally nothing more than a glare meant to kill.
âMove along,â heâd say to the guy while pulling you away, grip tighter than ever. âThis oneâs fucking taken.â
As soon as he got you alone heâd be damn sure to remind you that youâre his, and only his, making you beg and whine his name before he fucked you like you deserved the pain.
Tom Riddle.
âAVADA KEDA-â
Lowkey kidding but not really.
No one would even dare because that man would make it clear as fucking day what would happen if they tried.
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đđŤđđŹđŹ đđ¨ đ˘đŚđŠđŤđđŹđŹ
đđ đđđđđ: fluff, established relationship, down bad wonwoo (heâs a certified simp) đđ đđđđđđđ: idol!wonwoo x fem!reader đđ đđđđđđđđđ: 1.6k
âŚđ ⌠though it didnât bother wonwoo that his girl wasnât a gamer like him, he was over the moon when one day she proudly declared she started gaming. one thing he forgot to ask - what kind of games she was playing.
đ§đđđđĽđ˘đ'đŹ đ§đ¨đđ: guys if i play dress to impress does it mean im finally a gamer?
wonwoo was having a stroke.Â
months ago, when you first started going out, he of course had to mention his love for gaming and computers, no matter how lame it made him - he figured if it bothered you then you simply werenât fit for him. but, thankfully, you didnât find it unappealing whatsoever, you even asked him questions about games and whatnot, sounding genuinely interested.Â
and he wouldnât lie - itâd be cool if you were a gamer as well, butâŚÂ
âno, itâs not for me,â you said when he asked if you played. âi donât really get the hype, and to be honest i just suck really bad.âÂ
âŚbut wonwoo understood that you didnât have to share his every passion, besides - you had your hobbies, he had his, and that was perfectly fine. he was more than happy to indulge in activities that you enjoyed and getting to know you even better through them.Â
during the course of your relationship you still didnât show any interest in his games. well, maybe except for when you wanted cuddles, then you suddenly took a great interest in what was happening on his computer, but wonwoo didnât mind. it was cute how you tried to keep up with the game though you had no idea what it was about, especially when you were sleepy. Â
sometimes, though, you felt bad that you didnât share his passion, that you didnât know about all of the new updates, and gaming terms, or what the different keys on the keyboard were responsible for, but wonwoo was always quick to shut down those silly thoughts of yours. âi donât mind, honey,â he always said and kissed your cheek. âi really donâtâ.Â
so it was safe to say that he had never expected to hear, "i'm a gamer now, baby. i play games," with a proud smile on your lips.Â
wonwooâs day had been long and hard, his muscles were aching from the hours spent on dancing and moving around the stage, and his head was begging for a moment of silence from all the yelling and yapping of his members.Â
but that, that just woke him up like no amount of coffees or red bulls could.Â
âhuh?â he managed to say in utter confusion.Â
he didnât like how you were smiling. there was something sinister about it.Â
âthereâs this game everyone is playing now. i saw some videos on tik tok,â you had to stifle a giggle seeing your boyfriendâs expression upon the mention of the app he considered cursed, âand it looked fun. so⌠iâve been playing it ever since you left for work.âÂ
well, maybe you did find it on tik tok, but a game was still a game, so wonwoo figured he should count that as a win.Â
âlet me show you,â you declared and took his hand with an excited grin, before he could say anything else, let alone ask you what kind of game you were talking about.Â
you quickly pulled him into his bedroom, totally dismissing mingyuâs âhelloâ, and made him sit on his gaming chair.Â
âi know you donât like it when people touch your computer-,â.
âyou can use it, honey, i donât mind,â he cut you off and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. as ecstatic as wonwoo was about your breakthrough in gaming, he could wait to go to bed and finally get his well deserved cuddles from you.Â
âokay okay,â you said and unintendedly ran your fingers through his hair. âso here it is,â you pointed at the screen behind him.Â
wonwoo had no idea what game could have finally caught your attention. even the adorable characters from animal crossing werenât cute enough for you to spend more than five minutes on the game, but what he saw on his computer...
"what, uh," he gulped. "what is that?"
âdress to impress!âÂ
well, it certainly did not impress wonwoo.Â
âitâs like a dressing up game,â you added, when your boyfriend didnât say anything. âhere.âÂ
you rolled him a bit away from the desk so you could take your designated place on his lap, and disconnected the headphones from the computer, which made everything so much worse. the music that was playing in the background had to be one of the worst sounds he had ever heard.Â
âlook,â you pointed at the timer at the top of the screen. âthe game is starting.âÂ
he could feel how you were buzzing with excitement, clapping your hands in tiny, waiting for the time to run out.Â
âokay, see? hereâs the theme,â wonwoo nodded sceptically, but nonetheless tightened his grip on your waist.Â
album cover.Â
then the screen changed to what looked like a large walk-in closet the size of his and mingyu's apartment. a bunch of other characters were running around, and the god awful music was still playing, and you started to run around as well, and, âoh my god, what was going on?â.Â
âwho should i dress up as?â you bit your nail, clearly very focused. wonwoo took a peek at your furrowed brows, and small pout and for a second he drowned out the annoying sound coming from his computer, just to focus on your adorable expression. Â
âi can do you!â you said, and turned around to quickly place a kiss on his cheek. âfrom the âface the sunâ concept photos. technically itâs not an album cover, but⌠no one here is ever on theme anywayâ. Â
wonwoo could only watch as you slowly changed your outfit into something that was supposed to resemble one of his concept photos, only in a more cutified version, because as you said, "you're a babygirl". with the minutes ticking by, he couldnât help but smile at you being so focused on putting the whole outfit together.Â
"okay, it's done," you said, leaning back so you were resting against wonwoo's chest. "now it's show time."
one by one, the characters walked the carpet, presenting their⌠whatever their outfits were.Â
âugh, this fit sucks ass,â you groaned, and nuzzled your head into his shoulder. âwait til one of them hits the twenty eight pose,â you said, and by the tone of your voice wonwoo did not want to see that.Â
âwhy are you giving everyone one star?â he asked, confused. âthat one wasnât that bad,â he pointed at the character that dressed up as arianaâs dangerous woman.Â
âyou never give anyone more than one star,â you stated as a matter of fact. âoh, look,â you squealed. âitâs me.âÂ
indeed it was you, and for what it was worth - your outfit looked the best in wonwooâs opinion. but then again you were best in everything to him, so his opinion didnât count. and then the screen turned black again.Â
the winners areâŚÂ
ânow weâll see who placed on the podium,â you explained, and grabbed his hand that was still resting on your waist.Â
wonwoo nodded and put his chin on your shoulder. âiâm sure youâre going to be first, honey.âÂ
âhuh,â you huffed. âi wouldnât be so sure about that.âÂ
and yeah, you were right. in the first place there was a character that wasnât dressed up at all, in the second someone with the vip sign dressed as if they were going to the circus, and in the third there was a very creepy character of a man.
you clicked your tongue annoyed. âtold you.âÂ
well, that was an experience wonwoo had never thought heâd have the, uh, pleasure to go through.Â
âso,â you got up, and just when wonwoo was about to whine about the lack of your warmth, you straddled his lap. âwhat do you think?â you cupped his cheeks and smiled at him brightly.Â
he wasnât sure he was thinking at all, at this point.Â
the annoying music? unbearable. the clearly not on theme outfits? hideous. the weird poses that freaked him out? he was sure heâd get nightmares from them.Â
wonwoo mustâve been thinking too long about his answer so as not to hurt your feelings, because the smile slowly started to disappear from your face. "you think it's weird, right?" you asked and looked down.
"what? no, it's not that, it's-,".
"sweetie, i understand," you laughed quietly. "it's a game for kids, and a little cheesy at that but-,".
"no no," wonwoo quickly said and grabbed your face in his hands so he could lift your head. "i just didn't expect this. you always said you didn't like to game and i didn't know what to expect."
"yeah, but still-,".
"oh could you be quiet for a second?" he smiled when he saw the corners of your lips lift up. "i didn't mean to make you feel bad and i'm sorry if it did.âÂ
yeah, the game might not have been his style, and he would never have played it himself, but you liked it. and that was all he cared about. he had never seen you smile like that when he was gaming - your eyes were practically heart shaped when you were dressing up your character, and if this wasn't the most adorable thing ever he didn't know what it was.Â
if it made you happy, then it made him happy too.
"you have no idea how glad you found a game you like," he ran his thumbs over your cheeks. "and you know what? if i played myself i'd definitely give your outfit five stars."
you giggled, and wrapped your hand around one of his wrists. "thank you, wonwoo."
"of course," he muttered and pecked your forhead. "now tell me, is there a way we could play it at the same time?"
"wonwoo, you don't have to-,"
"but i want to," he said.
for a moment you just looked at him with a raised brow, as if you were trying to figure out if he was really telling the truth. and he really was. wonwoo would survive any horrible outfit and that annoying music just to see you so excited and happy again.
"are you sure?"
he quickly nodded.
"okay, then let me get my computer."
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ARUGUMENT FIC W HAMZAH PLEASE like gets into an argument and you need to cool off and leave and he wonât let you jus angst đ
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jealous
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warnings: established relationship, angst, arguing, swearing, hamzah is kinda a pos, happy ending
note: i hope this is what you were hoping for! i could also 100% write a part 2. also, i think another anon recently requested an argument fic, so there might be another one coming bc it was honestly fun to write. love u all, more fics coming soon
hamzah is driving you insane.
heâs usually not the âjealous typeâ, but for some reason, today is different. heâs grumpy and pissy and you think you know why.
last night you had gone out to dinner with a few friends from your old school. you werenât out late, and the group was only about ten people, but to his dismay, your ex boyfriend was one of them.
you told him about it as soon as you knew, and he was pretty passive as soon as he heard. still, he didnât make too big of a deal, even when you wore your skimpy little outfit to the bar. after all, it was high school. besides, he trusts you.
that was until he saw the pictures. your exs hand on your waist. the way heâs next to you in the group photo. it all really pisses him the fuck off, and even when you swear to him it meant nothing and the guy didnât mean it, he wasnât so sure.
ây/n, you see this guy after like five years, you look fine as fuck wearing that tiny fucking skirt, and you think he wonât be into you?â
you scoff, your chest now rising and falling. you really never pegged hamzah as the type of guy to act like this. yet here he was, standing in your bedroom, a few feet away from you with his arms crossed over his chest.
youâd crawled into bed last night to him asleep, and the two of you had been completely fine until this morning. he woke up to see your friend post on instagram about the night prior. he scrolled through her photos before finding the ones of the whole group.
âokay, so itâs my fault if he was?â
âi didnât say that.â
âyou meant it though!â you run your fingers through your hair, frustrated. âlisten, i already told you it was nothing. but if it wasnât, if he was interested, it doesnât matter, because im dating you.â
he smiles tightly and shakes his head, the bridge of his nose between his finger and thumb.
âsure. okay. yeah.â
âyou think iâd cheat?â
you stare at him, your blood pressure rising. you canât believe the way heâs acting. the shit heâs implying youâd do.
âi never fucking said that, y/n. iâm just saying he was touchy, and you wonât admit it.â
âit was one fucking photo! he happened to be next to me! where did you want him to put his hands?â
âanywhere else! not your waist! itâs fucking weird!â
âso youâre mad at me because of the way a guy acted towards me.â you say, sitting down on your bed and mimicking his move of crossing his arms. âthatâs really fucking progressive of you.â
âoh my god, you know thatâs not true. jesus christ. iâm not mad, im just fucking annoyed. and i donât like how you acted either.â
âhow did i act hamzah. you werenât even fucking there.â you start to feel tears prick your eyes. you hate crying in front of him, you rarely do. but this was so frustrating, listening to him accuse you when you only love him.
âi still saw.â he mumbles, clearly losing what he was trying to say in the first place. heâs just spitballing stuff at this point.
he isnât even looking at you any more. his eyes meet the floor and heâs breathing so hard you can hear it just barely. heâs close enough to where you could reach out to his arm and pull him on top of you. you wonât though.
âsaw what? my tiny skirt?â you laugh, baffled. âjust leave me alone.â you can feel some of the tears start to fall.
he looks up at you when he hears your voice break. his eyes soften their gaze but he stays where heâs standing. itâs silent for a moment before you speak again.
âgo away, hamzah.â you say, moving your position to lay down, your face turned away from him.
âno. i wanna talk.â
youâre silent.
ây/n-â
âi said go away.â you mumble between sobs.
youâre stiff for a long moment before you hear him sigh. he turns and leaves your room, and you wait till you hear the door click before really letting yourself sob.
youâd dealt with this in the past - controlling relationships where anything you did around any ex was considered suspicious. in fact, you almost didnât go last night. but youâd wanted to catch up with your old friends. if it was up to you, you wouldnât have had your ex there either. he was a total jerk back in the day. but he was, and it was fine. youâd barely spoken outside of taking that group picture.
you donât want to fight with hamzah. heâs your person. but the way heâs acting is scary.
eventually you decide you need some air. you get dressed, throw on some makeup, and head out the door. you donât know where youâre going, but you know it needs to be away from here. away from him.
he jumps up from the couch and catches your wrist right before you can turn the knob. you whip your head around, and meet his eyes. he looks just as pissed as before.
âwhere are you going?â he asks, still gripping you hard
âwhat, do i need your permission to leave the fucking house now?â you bite back, wriggling our arm free, âget off me. iâll be back later.â
he starts to protest, but you slam the door before you hear any of it. if you had any fucks left to give, youd tear up again. at this point though, youâve had enough. if he wanted to be like this, you werenât gonna entertain it.
the cityâs relatively walkable, so thatâs what you do. thereâs plenty of stuff to do around the area. retail therapy, you think. whatever makes you forget about this argument for a while.
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itâs late when you walk home. later than the night before, and later than youâd ever been out without calling. you and hamzah had one anotherâs location, so really, he could see anytime where you were. which was the outdoor mall, and then the local bar. youâd only had a few drinks, but you were there for a good two hours. just talking and talking to the bartender. you guys are friends, and she was a good listener. so she listened.
âheâs just being so mean. and like, heâs never mean. sometimes we argue and stuff, but itâs always over stupid stuff, you know? and like, we make up super quick. but heâs like, so mad at me. and i swear to god, i didnât even do anything.â
âitâs his first real relationship, right?â she asks, while pouring a drink
âyeah. i guess maybe thatâs why. i just like, never thought heâd be like this. all jealous.â
âi think most guys are, honestly. or at least, the insecure ones. either way though, he shouldnât be acting that way. iâm glad you got out to clear your head.â
you nod and take a sip. youâre tipsy, you realize. it actually feels pretty nice though. letting loose to someone like this. you should be talking to hamzah, but he doesnât seem to want to listen. you sigh and shake your head like itâll clear the thoughts away.
when you walk through the door, the house is silent. itâs nearly one am, so you assume at first that hamzah fell asleep. that is until youâre going to hang your jacket up and hear him open the bedroom door. you press your eyes closed, ready for the reprimanding.
âyou scared the shit out of me.â
you turn around to face him, and his eyebrows are knit together. heâs in the doorway, his arms crossed and his back against the doorframe. he chews at his lip.
âsorry.â you mumble, going to take your shoes off.
âsorry?â he scoffs, uncrossing his arms and using them as he speaks, âyou were out for hours, y/n!â
âi told you iâd be back later.â you donât look at him, donât step forward. you stand there, your arms pressed against our chest, holding yourself tight.
âthatâs all i get then? not even a text? what the fuck, y/n.â his nostrils flare as he talks, and he starts moving closer to you. âI had no idea if you were safe! you could have gotten fucking killed.â
you laugh, moving your head back like you canât believe what heâs saying. though honestly - heâs right. the city can be sketchy, especially at night. you seldom went on walks without him this late. especially drunk. which, he hasnât seemed to notice you are yet.
âkilled? come on.â
âdonât act like thatâs crazy to say. the streets are dangerous. you know that!â heâs in your face now, motioning with his hands. âseriously, y/n, what the fuck.â
you flinch as he raises his hands in exclamation.
âso youâre mad again, great.â before you know it, youâre crying again.
you hold yourself tighter as tears start to fall. you feel like a little kid, just standing there helpless. the drinks are really getting you now.
hamzah is silent for a minute as you sob. he stands so close to you, but doesnât dare move. when you finally look up at him, his gaze has softened and his hands are in his pockets. he reaches out slowly to brush your hair out of your face, looking at you like heâs waiting for protest. instead, you lean into his hand on your cheek.
he stares at you for a moment and you canât tell how he feels. his eyes scan your features, landing on your lips, which are quivering just slightly. after a few moments of just looking at one another, he puts his arms out, offering a hug.
you fall against his chest and start sobbing all over again.
he rubs circles into your back absent-mindly, whispering little âshhsâ. you donât even thin of how angry you were today. how mean he was. you just cry and let him hold you. he pulls you two apart and goes to hold your face in his palms.
âhow much did you drink,baby? " he asks, wiping a tear.
ânot that much. just like, a few.â
âa few what?â
âmmm seltzers?â you say, more of a question than an answer.
he sighs.
âokay. well, i think you should go to bed, yeah?â
your eyes scan his face, searching for whatever emotion heâs hiding. surely heâs still angry. you hold onto both his arms while you speak.
âhamzah.â
âyeah?â
âi donât like my high school boyfriend.â
âi know.â
he presses his eyes shut tight. his chest rises and falls slowly and before you can argue that he clearly doesnât know, he speaks again.
âi was gonna apologize when you got home.â
âbut now youâre mad again.â you say, pouting
ânot about that. and iâm not mad, y/n, i was worried. you were gone for five hours without a text or anything.â
âmâsorry.â you mumble, pressing your head against his chest again.
âletâs go to bed, okay?â
he strokes your hair as you breath in his scent. heâs warm, and it hits you how tired you are. Ou nod softly against him and before you know it, heâs picking you up and carrying you to bed. giggling, you land with a plop. he joins you and holds you tight.
âwe can talk more tomorrow, yeah. you deserve a better apology but i have a feeling you wonât remember much of it if i tell you now.â
you nod, scooting back to press your back against his chest. he kisses your shoulder. you fall asleep.
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BIMBOFICATION. ft. geto suguru
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authors note. IM BACK BITCHES. WITH THE HORNY SHIT AKAKKAKAKA . kinktober day one! masterpost here. â¸(ď˝ĄË áľ Ë )⸠content warnings. dumbification, reader is a bimbo - ditzy, hypersexual, huge airhead vibes be warned. they are obedient and listen to what geto tells them. reader wears feminine clothes, has a 'clit', and is referred to as a 'girl', no use of she/her (ahahaha i love gender things). cock sucking throat fucking all that nasty gluk gluk shit y'eard?
Youâre not stupid.
Forgetful, yeah! Occasionally uneducated, of course. But dumb? Youâd surmise that conclusion to be a bit of a stretch; despite how often you find yourself trying to convince people of the contrary.
It is typical of humans to forego their âcommon senseâ on occasion, though it never seems to be a problem when anyone else does it! When Gojo eats all his candy and doesnât share with anyone at the party, itâs cool; but when you do that, you get all kinds of pushback: âWhatâs wrong with you?â Nothing! The chocolate was gonna melt if you didnât do something about it! âWhat are we supposed to give to the trick or treaters now?â All the twizzlers you left behind, duh.
Shoko gave you a look and sipped her sake, Gojoâs pointed barks of laughter chasing you back to the comfort of the kitchen. There you see Geto; your boyfriend, whose presence settles amicably in the gaps of your expression when he looks up at you with that beckoning fondness. He crooks his fingers and you bound over quite thoughtlessly, much to his evident amusement.Â
Despite how much you insisted on matching costumes, Geto struck out of his own accord, the fake knife accompanying his Ghostface costume down on the counter. The real knife he was using to cut up the peppers is set aside as he busies himself with the sink.
Youâre wearing one of those sexy school uniforms. Mini bordering on microskirt, paired with a cute number that shows your midriff- the dip in your chest. Your gogo boots click noisily on the floor a little as you sidle up next to him.
Geto pats your head when you get close enough, hands damp after a fresh rinse, and you preen from the contact. âHey babyyy!â You gush a little, setting down the rest of the candy on the counter. âCan you get me a bowl?â He tilts head at you a little, looks down at the bag a second.
âBabe, didnât I tell you to get the big bag?â Geto asks and shuffles over to the cabinet as you wash your hands to pick up where he left off. âYeah! I did, doesnât it look big to you?âÂ
âYeah⌠of course it does. But remember that conversation we had about eating things that arenât yours?â He brings back the bowl, but also a sternness to his grin, which all of a sudden doesnât meet his eye. âWell yeah Suguru!â Youâre looking down now, cutting vegetables with sudden interest and precision, sweeping it up into little piles. âIt's not like I'm stupid âŚâ His figure lingers in your periphery as the words leave your lips, the air about him suddenly feeling ⌠tense.Â
Then his hand is on yours.
âLook at me honey.â He gives you a squeeze, and you go to look up on instinct. Hesitate. âWhat?â Your grip on the knife softens, and it soon clatters atop the cutting board. âWhat, I said.â
âI never said you were stupid.â Your eyes met his before you realized, and the indignant scowl you want to make shrivels up inside you like a dried cocoon. âYou just have a hard time saying what you mean right?â He blinks owlishly at you. âI know you donât wanna lie to me.â âBut Iâm not-â Geto interrupts with a shake of his head. âMaybe one time I could forgive you, but twice? To my face?â You feel the sun in your face, fire hot heat setting you ablaze with embarrassment, feigned ignorance. A nagging feeling to obey. âI⌠I..â
âYou?â He chimes cloyingly. You stiffen your upper lip. Hone your resolve.Â
âMânot lying! Now lemme go!â Your arm budges when he wants it to, so youâre not quite moving until a few agonizing seconds pass, when Suguru lets out a low whistle and sigh, shaking his head at you dismissively, before youâre allowed to resume cutting vegetables. He dumps the candy into the rest of the bowl and takes his leave, chattering with his friends in the living room before coming back, empty handed.
The silence is maddening. He comes back, shuffles around the kitchen, then stops somewhere just beyond your sight, and craning your neck to look back at him would beckon his scrutiny. So you refrain. Stir fry the vegetables, and refrain. Feel a bead of sweat crest on your forehead and slide down your cheek from the heat. Refrain.
The breath against your neck is sudden and swift as Suguru fixes himself behind you, knocking his head gently against yours as a grasping hand slides over your stomach. He goes for the gas on the stove before you can get a protest out, his other hand teasing the rim of your skirt, smoothing down a short pleat till his palm can grope your thigh.
âAfter a little deliberation ⌠Iâve decided I forgive you. For the lying.â His fingers dimple the skin he touches, sliding ever so slowly under the fabric. âBecause I know youâre not a silly girl. You can be quite attentive when you want to be, canât you?âÂ
âYeah⌠yeah I can.â Your breath quickens a little as you press your ass back into the thin fabric of his hood, the feeling of his cock growing to hardness making you quiver with anticipation. His right hand on your thigh stills, tracing around your side and to your hip - growing stiff and heavy. The left dips boldly under your costume, a finger or two stalling in the spot right above your clit.
âGojo and Shoko offered to get more candy - I can finish cooking after weâre finished here.â His lips press teasingly against the shell of your ear, and your resistance dwindles a bit. âRight now, all I want from you is a favor.â âFavor? I can do that - I can..â Geto chuckles. âI know you can sweetheart. Shh, sh. Itâs my turn to do the talking now, okay? Listen.â You nod sharply.Â
âTurn around.â You do. In an instant, stretching out your spine cat-like to press your chest up against him, your nipples hardening like pebbles beneath your blouse. You close your eyes and lean in for the kiss that should be inevitable - but no warmth meets your lips. Instead, an apathetic gloved finger. âMmph?â Your confusion is apparent. You blink your eyes open and are greeted by a wry smile.
âSometimes I wonder why itâs so hard for you to just listen. Then it came to me - an epiphany. Little girls like you just have a certain kind of skill set. Forgive me, okay? I just wasnât giving you the right direction. But itâs okay! Itâll never happen again.â With those words, his expression grows less compromising - resolute, grim, determined. Almost makes you want to leap out of your skin - the fright of him not being happy with you bearing down greatly on your mind.
His hands come up to your shoulders and apply downward pressure. âOn your knees.âÂ
You follow without hesitation.
His mirth wrinkles the corners of his eyes as you squirm down there. The floor is cold and your knees are getting dirty, and he knows that stupid look you make when youâre thinking to complain; though heâs never seen this level of restraint from you before. Youâre quiet as you dig your fingers into your skin, and he knows heâs proud.
âGood girl.â Something blossoms in your chest when he says that, profound yet airy, a lightheadedness emblazoned into your forehead while the blood settles in your cheeks. Then that damn hand comes down again; which you thought was gonna muss your hair a bit more, but settles rather firmly against the back of your head.
His loose costume heâs wearing isnât big enough to hide how hard his cock is, but itâs like heâs making you wait for it - want and yearn for it. Because he doesnât move for a moment, just gets used to the look of you down on your knees as your fidgeting starts to feel more and more uncontrollable.
âHey! Are you just gonna leave me high nâ dr-â A white finger presses to his lips as his other hand keeps holding your head. âQuiet now, girl. Be quiet.â
Youâre good! A little impatient, but youâre good, goddamn it! Trying to be, for him - the love of your life, whoâs got you down on your knees, fixing to ruin your pretty makeup for the afternoon.
Quiet.Â
Quiet.Â
Too damn quiet. Too much fucking silence. Heâs looking at you, you think - because your eyes are shut tight and the embarrassment is beginning to dawn on you, and everythingâs hot, and scary, and Suguru - is he mad at you?-
The sudden feeling of his hot hard cock flopping against your cheek makes you leap like a fish to water. Your eyes bulge open a bit, and your mouth gapes open in that instant, tongue lolling out for purchase on his heated flesh, heady scent weaseling into your nostrils and making your thighs clamp down around your own hand - which you hadnât noticed snuck between your thighs. Your twitching fingers reach up to grab it âŚ
âStop.â You whine loose and loud, eyes flickering up to his face to communicate your desperation, and confusion. âJust use your mouth.â His hand reaches towards the base of his cock and flops it onto your lip proper; and you suckle on the head like itâs the sole thing providing you oxygen. âSee? There are things youâre damn good at ⌠Oh fuck -â All you can hear besides his voice is your heart thumping in your chest and the saliva building in your mouth, the sloppy âschlorpâ as you take him to the base - deep into your throat - and back out again, the salty taste of his cock and precum something youâve missed terribly.
A little voice crawls along the back of your mind. At home, it says. This is where you belong. Or maybe thatâs Suguruâs wheedling. Words are falling from his lips, but youâre drowning in an effortless dream. âGood girl. ⌠easy ⌠taking me so well.â
The grip on the back of your head has grown tighter, as he shifts and adjusts his hips to help your further along. Your wet slurping is undercut by the sound of his balls slapping against your chin, fuzzy, familiar and pleasant.Â
Then itâs as stern as a pinch. You can feel his cock bulge out your throat, cheeks hollowed as you take him to the base. Tears sting your eyes a bit, but itâs a liberating pain. His grunts grow in their intensity, and you feel soaked to the bone, sitting on your hands so they canât jump up and fondle his balls - you wonât disobey! You refuse, refuse, refuse -
âClose, haah, close your eyes, precious.â Your tummy flutters as you weld them shut. Suguruâs hips stutter, pause, then pull back.Â
A schlicking sound, then your prize. You open your mouth as you realize heâs cumming all over your face - streams of it making it into your happily awaiting maw, while the occasional strand undershoots - getting some on your chest and cheeks. Suguru sighs happier than youâve heard in a while, and a part of you feels effortlessly at ease. Reset and pleasant and whole; besides the aching nag between your thighs. âYou can speak now.â You try, throat fucked raw and a little raggedy. âA-are you going to fuck me now? Please? I canât - I canât wait anymore!â Suguru smiles gently, but insincerely. âNo, of course not. This was a lesson, not a reward.â He tucks himself casually back into his costume. âBesides, we have guests, honey.â
You pout, feel like you wanna cry a little. âDonât give me those crocodile tears. Youâre a big girl, remember?â
â...I guess.â You sniffle. Suguru nods and helps you back to your shaky feet. âNot âI guessâ. You are.â He grants you a chaste kiss on your lips, licking a bit of himself off of you, then pulling back. âNow, go clean yourself up.â He starts towards the sink, eager to resume dinner. âThose two should be back any second now.â
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the missing melody âŞ
pairing : franco colapinto x singer!reader
faceclaim : various people!
summary : after several months of silence, Y/N L/N, a renowned singer, unexpectedly surfaces at a Formula 1 Grand Prix, leaving everyone wondering about her disappearance. Her arrival catches the eye of a talented rookie driver, intrigued by her in many ways then one.
part 1 out of unknown parts
warnings : some singers do not exist in this au since i might take their songs! read my note before reading!
note : first smau! Let me know in the comments for feedback! I actually had inspiration for this one. i don't think this is too long or too short, so expect the next parts to be the same length! this will be at the cota race in austin in october but with the the baku results because thats when they both got points (the william drivers). i
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F1GOSSIP after several months of speculation and silence, y/n l/n resurfaced this weekend at a grand prix, and fans are buzzing! our sources say that y/n has always been a f1 fan but has never actually been to a grand prix! why now? did she get bored doing what she was doing? why was she gone for so long?
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username1 WHATTT?!?
username2 wait? MY QUEEN?!?
username3 where? iâm here also!! where is she?!?
username4 sheâs still so pretty đ
username5 NO WAY YOURE LYING?!!?
username6 no one understands how bad i missed y/n!!!Â
username7 i almost had a heart attack oh my FUCK
username8 iâm totally not freaking out rn đđ
username9 i used to pray for times like this đđđđ
username10 DOES THIS MEAN MORE MUSIC? PLEASE ITS BEEN MONTHS IM STARVING!
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username1 we missed you y/n!
f1 hi y/n! weâd love to have you come down and join us in the paddock! let us know if youâre interested!
y/nâs pov
I stare at the text message from the F1 account on Instagram, my thumb hovering over the screen. Itâs been monthsâmonths of quiet, isolation, and letting the world forget me while I tried to remember myself. I glance around the room, so used to its stillness. The familiar hush, once comforting, now feels almost suffocating. Outside the window, life goes on, people go on, and Iâm here, still debating whether Iâm ready to step back into it.
My eyes drift over the message again. Maybe itâs time. Time to hear the noise, to feel the movement, to breathe in more than just silence. I sigh, gathering the courage I didnât realize I still had in me. With a deep breath, I pick up my phone and click on the message. Itâs time to be out there again.
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I turn off my phone and place it face down on the table, the screen going black as if signaling the shift Iâm about to make. My eyes wander out the window, where the grandstands loom in the distance, already buzzing with life and anticipation. A knot of nerves twists in my stomach as I realize what stepping back into the limelight really means. After months of silence, the thought of all those eyes on me again makes my breath catch in my throat.
I close my eyes for a moment, taking in a few deep breaths, willing myself to calm down. The air feels cool and crisp against my skin, a slight contrast to the rising anxiety inside me. Reaching for the complimentary bottle of sparkling water on the table, I unscrew the cap, the soft hiss breaking the quiet. I take a sip, hoping the bubbles will settle me.
Just as I set the bottle back down, I catch movement out of the corner of my eyeâsomeone walking toward my table. My heart skips a beat, but before I can gather my thoughts to say something, they speak first, breaking the moment.
âYou must be Y/N! Hi, Iâm Diana (not relevant to anyone irl), here to guide you down and give you the paddock tour!â Her smile radiates warmth, as if it spreads from her lips all the way down to her toes, instantly putting me at ease.
I return the smile, though mine is softer, still testing the waters. âYes, thatâs me.â My voice feels steady, which is a small relief.
I stand up from my seat, taking a moment to smooth down my outfit. Carefully, I push the chair back into place, making sure every movement is deliberate, giving myself just a little more time to adjust. I reach for my phone, sliding it into my back pocket, the familiar weight grounding me. Then I pick up my purse, feeling its soft leather strap slide over my shoulder as I take a deep breath.
âReady?â she asks, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
I nod, feeling a mix of anticipation and nerves swirl inside me as I let her lead the way, stepping back into a world Iâve been away from for so long.
As we make our way through the winding hallways of the paddock, the hum of activity grows louder with each step. My heart beats in time with the click of my heels on the hard floor, and I can feel the familiar rush of anticipation building as we head down the stairs toward the grid. With each step, I mentally brace myself for the crowd���the faces, the voices, the attention. Itâs been so long since Iâve been in the thick of it all, and I silently rehearse how to hold myself together.
Just as my nerves start to rise, Diana slows her pace and falls into step beside me. Her presence is steady, comforting. âIf you ever want to head back up during your time down here, just let me know,â she says gently, her voice low enough that it feels like sheâs speaking just to me, despite the noise around us. âThe team let me know you might be feeling a bit nervous with how sudden all this is.â
Her words catch me off guard, and my heart skips a beat, warmth spreading through me. The thought that the team has gone out of their way to make sure Iâm okayâthat theyâre taking precautions for meâfeels incredibly thoughtful, almost protective. Itâs more than I expected.
I canât help but grin, the tension in my chest loosening just a bit. âThatâs really sweet, thank you,â I say, my voice light with gratitude. Knowing theyâve got my back makes everything feel a little less daunting.
I smile as I hear the start of one of my songs, love story , start playing (by taylor swift) in the background. As I start to hum, my phone dings.
I took my phone out of my back pocket and looked to see a message from Williams Racing on instagram.
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I slip my phone back into my pocket, feeling its familiar weight settle against my hip. Turning my attention to Diana, I notice sheâs mid-conversation, her voice lilting as she discusses the unusually warm weather for this time of year. The sun beats down, making the air almost sticky, and I can feel a light sheen of sweat beginning to form at the back of my neck. I clear my throat with a small cough to get her attention before speaking.
âIâll be alright now,â I say, my voice sounding steadier than I feel. âI got invited to the Williams garage.â
Her eyebrows lift in mild surprise, and she tilts her head with a curious smile. âOh? Thatâs nice. I can walk you there if youâd like,â she offers, a hint of genuine warmth in her tone as she falls into step beside me.
I nod gratefully, returning her smile. âThanks, Iâd appreciate it.â
As we make our way through the crowded paddock, the buzz of activity surrounds us. The hum of engines revving in the distance, the faint scent of burning rubber, and the excited chatter of fans create a sensory tapestry that is unmistakably Formula 1. The Williams garage is up ahead, its blue and white banners standing out among the sea of team colors.
Just as we draw closer, I spot a familiar figureâMr. Vowles, the team principal, standing by the entrance, his hands clasped behind his back as he speaks with a group of engineers. Thereâs a calm authority in his posture, even as the hustle of the race weekend unfolds around him.
My pulse quickens as we draw even closer to the Williams garage. The flurry of activity around us feels almost suffocating, and I canât help but notice the curious glances from passersby. Itâs my first public appearance after months of being away, and the weight of those unsaid questions hangs heavy in the air.
As we approach the entrance, Mr. Vowles looks up from his conversation, sensing our presence. His expression shifts from concentration to a welcoming grin, the lines around his eyes crinkling with warmth. âThere you are,â he says, his voice carrying a tone of easy familiarity. âHello, Y/N! Iâm James Vowles, but please, just call me James.â
He extends a hand, his demeanor friendly and inviting despite the bustling surroundings. Thereâs a hint of recognition in his gazeâlike heâs aware of who I am, or maybe just curious about the singer who suddenly vanished from the limelight.
I hum softly, finding my voice as I step forward to shake his hand. âHi, itâs nice to meet you, James.â I offer a small smile, hoping it comes across as more confident than I feel. âThank you for offering up your garage for me. I appreciate the hospitality.â
His grin widens, and thereâs a flicker of something in his eyesârespect, perhaps, or a subtle acknowledgment of the unspoken stories that linger between us. âOur pleasure. Itâs not every day we have a special guest with such a storied background. Youâre more than welcome here.â
Diana hums thoughtfully and glances at James, a playful glint in her eye. âI leave her in your care,â she says with a smile, her tone light but sincere. She then turns to me, her expression softening. âIt was nice to meet you, Y/N. Until next time,â she adds, giving me a small wave before turning on her heel and walking off, her figure soon blending into the sea of people.
Iâm left standing at the entrance of the garage, the faint sounds of machinery and chatter surrounding me as I take in the unfamiliar scene. Thereâs a moment of hesitation, the feeling of being out of place creeping in despite the warm welcome.
âSo⌠what now?â I say, glancing up at James with a faint chuckle to mask my uncertainty. âIâve never been to one of these before. No idea what Iâm supposed to do.â
James chuckles at my honesty, his eyes glinting with amusement. âWell, Iâm sure Diana gave you a good tour around the paddock and the grid,â he says, crossing his arms casually. âBut how about meeting the drivers? Iâm sure Alex and Franco can spare a few minutes to say hello.â
Thereâs a friendly enthusiasm in his voice, as if heâs eager to make me feel at home in this high-octane world. The idea of meeting the drivers piques my curiosity, and a hint of nervous excitement stirs within me.
I perk up at the suggestion, though the flutter of nervousness in my chest is hard to ignore. Meeting the drivers feels like venturing into unfamiliar territoryâa glimpse behind the curtain that Iâm not entirely sure Iâm prepared for. Iâve spent so long away from the public eye that even casual encounters seem daunting, like Iâm out of practice.
âThat sounds great,â I reply, managing a genuine smile despite the unease tightening in my chest. âIâd love to meet them.â My voice wavers just a little, betraying the anxious energy simmering beneath the surface. âIâve seen Alex race on TV before, but Iâve never actually met a driver⌠or been this close to the action.â I laugh softly, hoping it comes off as lighthearted rather than strained.
âLead the way?â I add, glancing at James with a mix of eagerness and uncertainty, my hands fidgeting at my sides. Thereâs excitement, yes, but also the familiar weight of anxiety, making me wonder if Iâll manage to fit into this worldâor if Iâll just feel out of place all over again.
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username11 i doubt williams was the only team to invite her!
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username2 i still canât believe y/n is outside đ§
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username3 but what does this mean musically? is she back? #imdelusionalÂ
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James had sent a message to the driversâ group chat well before inviting Y/N to the garage, giving them a heads-up to expect a couple of guests later in the day. In the text, he made it clear that they should stay put in Francoâs room and be on the lookout for their arrival. With Jamesâs usual eye for organization, he had made sure to emphasize the importance of keeping things discreet, hoping to avoid any unnecessary chaos in the busy environment.
Inside Francoâs room, the air buzzed lightly with anticipation. Alex and Franco were seated on the worn leather couch, chatting casually about their upcoming schedules. The conversation meandered from the logistics of travel to plans for the off-season, each driver sharing his own ideas for how to make the most of the downtime. Their words overlapped occasionally, excitement rising as they discussed possible locations for training and leisure.
Suddenly, a sharp knock interrupted their conversation. Both men paused, glancing at each other before Franco rose from the couch, crossing the room to open the door.
Franco approached the door, turning the handle and pulling it open just enough to catch a glimpse of James standing on the other side. As recognition set in, he swung the door wider, making room for James to step through. A moment later, Y/N appeared behind him, her presence drawing immediate attention as she trailed closely after James.
James strode confidently into the room, his usual air of authority softened by a hint of excitement. âThereâs someone Iâd like for you two to meet,â he announced, his tone carrying just a touch of mystery. With a subtle gesture, he stepped aside, allowing Y/N to take center stage, her figure framed in the doorway as the focal point of the room.
As Y/N stepped into the room, Alexâs eyes flicked over to her, and he stood up slowly. He knew of herâthe whole world didâbut seeing her in person, especially after her months away, was different. She held herself with a quiet determination, though there was still a hint of uncertainty in the way her gaze briefly dipped to the floor before rising again.
âHi, Iâm Alex,â he said, keeping his voice soft and extending a hand. He noticed only the slightest hesitation before she took it, her grip firmer than heâd expected.
âNice to meet you,â Y/N replied, her voice steady. She met his gaze, her expression composed but carrying a guardedness that suggested she was still finding her footing. It wasnât shyness, exactly, but a careful controlâlike she was reminding herself to be present in the moment.
âItâs good to see you here,â Alex offered with a gentle smile, his tone casual. âHopefully, things are looking up.â
Y/N nodded, a small smile touching her lips. âTrying to,â she said, her voice a little stronger now. There was more left unsaid, but she seemed willing to let the silence speak for her rather than rushing to fill it.
As Alex stepped back, Franco took a step forward, his gaze irresistibly drawn to Y/N. The moment their eyes met, the world seemed to still, and time stretched in that small space between them. His breath hitched as he glimpsed something in her expressionâmore than just shyness. It was a quiet determination touched by a vulnerability that tugged at something deep inside him.
âFranco,â he introduced himself, his voice unexpectedly tender. There was a softness in his gaze, as though he could sense the silent courage it took for her to be there, facing the world anew.
âY/N,â she replied, her voice steady, yet intimate, as if sharing a secret. She held his gaze for a heartbeat longer than necessary, then looked awayânot out of hesitation, but as if deciding how much of herself to lay bare.
âItâs nice to meet you,â Franco murmured, the warmth in his tone matching the gentle curve of his smile. He kept a respectful distance, aware that while she exuded strength, there was still a part of her that seemed fragile, as though testing the waters.
âLikewise,â Y/N responded softly, her hands settling at her sides. She resisted the impulse to fidget, letting the moment linger between them. The silence that followed felt almost deliberate, as if it was allowing something unspoken to take root. Franco found himself drawn to the quiet resilience she radiatedâa kind of beauty that seemed to unfold with every second he spent in her presence.
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After a while of simple yet engaging conversation, I found myself feeling more at ease. I shared how I had always been a fan of racing, my voice growing steadier as I spoke. âThereâs something thrilling about watching it unfold on screen,â I said, trying to convey my excitement.
Alex leaned in, intrigued. âThatâs great to hear! Itâs always nice to meet fans who really appreciate the sport.â His enthusiasm was infectious, and I couldnât help but smile back at him.
Franco nodded, a smile on his face. âIt definitely takes a lot of dedication to get here. Every race pushes us to prove ourselves.â His sincerity made me feel even more connected to their world.
As the conversation shifted to their plans for the day, Alex described the strategies for securing points in the race, his passion evident. âItâs all about timing and reading the situation,â he explained, and I listened intently, occasionally asking questions to show my genuine interest.
I relished this moment, enjoying the chance to connect with them. For a brief time, the weight of my absence from the limelight felt lighter, and I was just another fan in the room.
Just as they began to delve deeper into the dayâs logistics, James cleared his throat, breaking the moment. âTime to head back to the paddock area,â he announced. âThe pre-race interviews are about to start.â
I felt a twinge of disappointment at the thought of leaving this conversation behind, but I nodded. âGood luck out there. Iâll be cheering for you both,â I said sincerely, glancing at both drivers, though my gaze lingered on Franco a beat longer, as if the words were meant just for him.
As I followed James toward the door, I glanced back over my shoulder, catching Francoâs eye one last time. I offered him a small, lingering smile, hoping to hold onto the quiet connection we had just begun to form, even as we braced ourselves for the chaos of race day.
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As I gaze out the window of the paddock suite, my heart thrums with a mix of anticipation and anxiety, waiting for the driversâ parade to conclude so the race can finally commence. The vibrant colors of the team uniforms blur together in a whirlwind of excitement outside, a stark contrast to the stillness within me.Â
Iâve spent so long in hidingâwrapped in the suffocating embrace of identity crises, exhaustion, and a profound sense of disconnection from everything I once held dear. The weight of fame had become unbearable, each flash of a camera a reminder of the lack of privacy I craved. Iâd watched as my personal relationshipsâfamily, friendsâslipped through my fingers, one by one, until I was left with only echoes of laughter in empty rooms.
For the past several months, my life felt like an endless loop of anxiety and depression, a tangled web of emotions that left me feeling isolated and unrecognizable even to myself. The music that once flowed so freely from my soul now felt like a distant memory, a faint whisper drowned out by the noise of my insecurities.
I close my eyes, massaging my temples gently as I let the world around me fade into a soft murmur. The noise of the paddock, the distant roar of engines, and the chatter of eager fans all blend into a soothing backdrop as I focus inward. I think long and hard about what I truly want to do, contemplating the next steps I need to take to reclaim my sense of self and direction.
Images flash through my mindâmemories of laughter, music, and the vibrant life I once lived, alongside the shadows of doubt and uncertainty that have lingered for far too long. I sift through these feelings, weighing the burden of expectations against the freedom of possibility. Itâs not just about what others want for me; itâs about what I want for myself.
I draw in a deep breath, letting the air fill my lungs as I clear my mind of the noise. Slowly, I allow the weight of indecision to lift, replaced by a flicker of clarity. I envision the goals Iâve set aside and the dreams that still ignite a spark within me. With each thought, I feel a renewed sense of determination taking shape.
Finally, I open my eyes again, and the world around me comes back into focus, sharper and more vibrant than before. Thereâs a newfound sense of purpose coursing through my veins, a conviction that I can chart my own course and embrace the unknown. I sit up a little straighter, feeling invigorated by the possibilities that lie ahead, ready to take the next step with confidence and resolve. With all that said and done, I picked up my phone with an idea in mind.
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yourusername Iâve tried in so many ways to come back, but I always took a U-turn, doubting myself and slipping deeper into a place I never thought Iâd find myself in. The past several months have been a struggleâa relentless cycle of exhaustion, anxiety, and moments of profound loneliness. The weight of the spotlight felt more like a shackle than a blessing, and I lost sight of who I am and what brings me joy.
I hope you guys miss me as much as I missed you. Itâs hard to be away from the people and things I love, especially when music has been my lifeline. I spent so long in my own head, pushing away friends and family, that I forgot how vital connection is to my soul.
But here I am at a Formula 1 Grand Prix, surrounded by the roar of engines and the thrill of the upcoming race, feeling that spark igniting again. This moment is a powerful reminder of the joy that comes from pursuing what we love. Iâm learning to embrace the chaos and take the first steps toward rebuilding my life, piece by piece.
So, this isnât just a post; itâs a promise. Iâm finding my way back to music, to the stage, and to myself. I canât wait to share new songs with you, but more importantly, I want to reconnect with you all in ways that matter.
Stay tuned, because Iâm not just coming back; Iâm coming back stronger, and I have so much to share.Â
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username1 the scream i just scrumpt and the race hasnât even started yet!!!
username2 god answered my prayers and iâm not talking about lando world domination!
âłusername10 lando we can be world champions i said!! đ§Ą
username3Â lowk just got chills omg
username4 NEW MUSIC COMING ALERT!!!!
username5 itâs too early to be crying đ˘
username6 WE MISSED YOU MORE!!
username7 youâre never alone y/n! iâm here đ¤
username8 lowk heartbreaking knowing the reason you left was due to struggles and not because you wanted to go on vacation or something đ
username9 my queen, im deeply glad to have you back with us đ
williamsracing ay, i see the williams team! the team will always be here for you y/n, especially when you need motivation and support! đđ
âłusername5 ok now im sobbing
âłusername11 this is deadass too cuteÂ
âłusername2 whoâs cutting onions?
I shut my phone off and tuck it into my purse, sealing away any connection to the world outside this moment. No more notifications, no more distractionsâjust me, here. I glance around the paddock, surrounded by a sea of busy engineers, media personnel, and team members, all bustling with excitement as the race is about to begin. The walls of the hospitality suite insulate me from the noise of the crowd outside, but I can still feel the thrum of energy reverberating through the glass.
I shift my focus to the grid on the screen in front of me, watching the drivers as they line up in their spots, engines purring in anticipation. Outside, the Texas sun beats down relentlessly on the Circuit of the Americas, casting long shadows on the track. I can feel the tension building, a nervous buzz in the air as the seconds tick down to lights out.
I take a deep breath, but itâs not because of the race about to unfold. No, this moment is about something much bigger. The relief that comes with turning off my phone is like a releaseâa tangible sense of freedom I havenât felt in what seems like forever .And now, watching the cars settle into position, the drivers preparing for the challenge ahead, it feels symbolicâlike Iâm waiting for my own race to begin.
The engines rev louder, vibrating through the floor beneath me, and I exhale slowly. The lights above the starting line flash red, one by one. My heart pounds in time with the countdown, but this time, itâs not out of fear or anxiety. Itâs out of anticipation. Iâm ready. As the lights blink off and the cars roar forward, I feel itâthis is the start of something new, not just for them, but for me too. My own restart, right here, right now.
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Part 3 for immortal!reader? Can be last chapter, just wanna see Ghost and Soap reaction. Price just explaining or still laughing his off or Gaz just passing out from too much shock.
"sorry for getting shot guys"
"how- what- huh?" Soap stammering.
Ghost still has his hands around Price's collar, Price was still chuckling, cigar on the floor, never belly-laughing this hard before.
Gaz staring at the reader, face paling before his does the cartoon faint, his legs going in the air while his hat flipped before falling.
Reader just staring like it was the norm (probably because it was for her/him)
no one reacts. its quiet, you can't help but awkwardly swallow and rub your throat slightly.
you can hear price sighing, obviously he knew you weren't going to stay dead, but it was still something you weren't overly fond of experiencing.
you felt some pain- but it was mostly none, after all, it wasn't as though you didn't die, you just didn't stay dead.
gaz swallows before his eyes roll into the back of his head, falling backwards and landing on his back, staring up at the sun. you give him a worried glance, but your muscles are still stiff, so you opt for just slightly calling out to him.
you don't get to, however, as someone's gloved hands grasp your face in their hands. you can hear soap as he slams price against the post once more, but your attention is taken away by ghost.
"what the fuck was that," he all but growls, his voice low and gravely, sending still shocks through your chest. "you didn't think to tell us about yer' little fuckin' stunt, huh?"
you swallow, reaching up to grab his wrist. soap moves from wherever he's standing and you vaguely see a figure attending to gaz. "look at me."
ghost isn't happy, the bile that threatened to rise out of his throat had setteld, but now theres steam practically flowing from his ears, theres a ringing he can't shake and his heart is pounding so hard he wonders if you could hear it.
"lighten up, lieutenant." price speaks as ghost loosens his grip on your head, letting out a puff of air through his nose. "they were given strict orders not to reveal anything until told otherwise, or during an emergency."
"captain, i don't think being upset with me counts as an emergency-"
"when i make a decision, you're supposed to trust that i'm making the right one," price isn't mad, but you're not interested in listening to him after he basically tried to kill you.
"Ye cannae ask us tae trust ye when ye've jist shot someone in the heid, cap'n."
"i'll ask whatever i bloody please, soap." price fixes his vest before turning away, not storming, but definitely walking somewhere with slightly more anger than usual.
"yer aight, pet?" soap gives you a once over, not able to look you in the eyes, before he gets shiver up his spine and has to walk away to cool himself down.
gaz - in the middle of the commotion - had been picked up and taken to the infirmary, leaving you.
and ghost.
h u h ?? im so sorry for the horrible scottish accent soap has I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO WRITE IT VERY WELL.
do we like? do we not like?? what will ghost do?? HMM??
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oh weâre still so young, desperate for attention
this was super experimental so i will talk about my process (+ clearer version) under the cut
iâve been looking at a lot of âmessierâ or more textured painting styles recently and an artist that stuck out to me is clariondeluna ! they posted a self-portrait recently that i really liked and i was super interested in the brushwork seen in their work. i love all the textures and how the shapes feel so loose yet everything is so detailed.
thatâs not a method for me at all!!!! i cannot paint like that at all and the stuff i like to paint is very different to theirs. which is okay!!!! i had no intention to copy this artists style so closely like with what i tried to do in my raiden painting, i just wanted to try this style out :^)
itâs been a goal of mine to avoid over-rendering like i tend to do a lot, and i think iâve been doing good with that recently! the mindset iâve got going on right now is that if i find myself staring at it too hard for too long, i have to leave it and move on. if thereâs still something wrong with it, i can fix it later once ive got a fresh view!
iâve been trying a lot of things with my art this year. i always try to challenge myself with each piece, and to end the year off i wanted to be as uncomfortable as i possibly could be with this painting. i let myself draw whatever i wanted because i still wanted to enjoy it, but everything i did in this process was new, including parts of the subject matter.
iâve never drawn a head at an angle like this, and i struggle with drawing mouths open. i donât do bold lighting like this, and if i do, itâs not fire. iâve never drawn fire! i also rarely work with warm colours and i hate using green, so i combined those to be my colour palette. i like working cleanly so instead of having a dozen different layers for one section, each section only had 1-2 layers for rendering. instead of clipping masks i would simply paint over things loosely and clean it up later. i never like having limbs cut off in a drawing so i had his other arm go GOD knows where. i donât like weird patterned backgrounds so i made myself figure out how to like it!
IS THIS MY FAVOURITE PIECE OF ALL TIME. no. absolutely not. but iâm very proud of how this came out with all the challenges i put on myself. i WANTED to get better at these things and be more broad with my art, both in terms of the styles and subjects i portray.
okay letâs talk about wtf this drawing is
for those who donât know, the design in this painting is my fatui/âFatherâ lyney fan design (read the design post here). the concept isnt super complicated and i donât really have much explanation for it, but i wanted to combine the story of how lyney wanted a delusion before getting his vision, fire eating circus acts and how olympic medalists will bite their medal to prove itâs real??? donât quote me on that iâm like 75% sure thatâs a thing that happens. i donât watch sports though so im just believing someone i heard on the internet ages ago.
anyways. i think fire eating acts are cool. and i think the fact that lyney wanted a delusion is very interesting to me. scratches my brain in the right places. and yk as a magician lyneys character revolves a lot around fooling people and creating illusions so i guess what im saying here is that lyney is trying to prove to himself that this power heâs been bestowed is real. bc his whole life his only constant has been lynette so he is trying to see if he can trust this new power. cause i guess this is an alternate universe where lyney does eventually become âFatherâ but he never got his vision ??? idk im not making lore for this i just wanted to dress up this funny little guy.
ok iâm done
thanks for reading
hereâs my dog
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paired & pierced | jjk
âď¸pairing: hotnerd!jungkook x popular!reader
âď¸genre: smut, fluff, college!au
âď¸summary: When your professor assigns a collaborative midterm project, youâre paired up with Jeon Jungkook, the quiet grumpy smartass who keeps to himself and doesnât fuck with popular kids like you. If you can win him over, he might give you a taste of the tatted and pierced body heâs carefully tucked away beneath those oversized hoodies.
âď¸word count: 5.3k
âď¸warnings: dom!jungkook, sub!reader, unprotected rough sex, daddy kink, good girl kink, she's tight, he's big, fingering, mutual masturbation, begging, edging, orgasm denial, cumshot, dick tattoo, not the soft jjk i usually write
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a/n: this is a request from @screamertannie !đ im not used to writing dom/sub stuff but i tried!! paired & puppy-eyed is jungkook's povâ¨
Itâs become somewhat of a pre-class ritual for the gals to gather around your desk to discuss anything from the latest frat party hookups to guessing the lengths of your male classmates. The gossip doesnât particularly interest you, and youâve never once contributed to the cock talk. But who are you to tell them to leave you alone? If people naturally gravitate toward you, you should see it as a good thing.
âI heard that hottie Tim is single again,â Blue Hair Girl says, turning to you with the curious eyes of a true gossiper. âY/N, you were hanging out with him at that party last weekend, werenât you? Is he as big as they say?â
âDidnât see it.â And youâre glad you didnât. You wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt when he approached you, but he kept pulling you in for PDA conveniently when his ex was in sight. He was clearly using you for something you want no part of. In the end, you let him off easy by saying you had to leave early to feed your fish (you donât have any fucking fish).
âAw, thatâs too bad.â Blue Hair Girl and the others give you a few pouty frowns.
âYep.â Not really.
âWell, speaking of hotties, Iâve been trying to get Hoseokâs attention for a week now,â Nose Ring Girl sighs. She suddenly grasps your hands and pleads, âWait, Y/N, youâre friends with him, right? Think you can give me his number?â
You wouldnât call Hoseok a âfriendââheâs more of an acquaintance you happen to be friendly with, much like everyone sitting around you. But you do have his number. You have a lot of peopleâs numbers on your phone even though you canât match any of their names to their faces.
âHere.â You flash your phone screen with Hoseokâs contact info before Nose Ring Girl. Her eyes light up like fireworks.
âThank you so much, Y/N! Youâre the best!â she squeals.
Toward the end of class, your professor announces something that makes your stomach turn.
âThe midterm will be a partner project where you have to debug the code I assign to you and add on to it in a creative way,â she explains. âAnd because Iâm nice, Iâll let everyone choose their own partners. Please let me know who youâll be working with before taking off.â
You hate this. Youâre surprisingly okay about the debugging part because the masochist in you kind of enjoys it, but youâre not okay with the partner part. When it comes to choosing partners, it never ends well for you. Because despite how many people you surround yourself with, you always struggle to find someone who chooses you before anyone else.Â
Youâre no oneâs number one.
This time is no different. The girls who were so happy to be gossiping at your desk an hour ago are partnering up with one another on the other side of the room. Among them, Nose Ring Girl doesnât appear to have coupled up yet, so she might be your only shot. Besides, you did her a favor earlier by giving her Hoseokâs number. The least she can do is partner up with you.
âY/N, guess what?â She skips over to your desk with a big fat smile on her face. âI just texted Hoseok, and he asked to partner up with me. Itâs all thanks to you, babe!â
âOh, cool.â You try not to sound so disheartened.
She gives you a quick hug before heading back to the boy you indirectly set her up with. Youâre happy for her, but youâd be lying if you said it didnât suck. Whether intentional or not, it feels like everyone who comes near you just wants something from youâlove advice, a boyâs number, PDA to make their ex jealous, or even answers to the homeworkâwhich is fine to an extent. The problem is that people keep taking, and youâre tired of not even getting the bare minimum in return.
To top it all off, Big Tim is headed your way. Yes, you want a partner. No, itâs not going to be him. Youâll pick literally anyone else in the class over him. The question is: who else doesnât have a partner yet? People are paired up left and right.Â
Except for maybe the boy sleeping in the seat right next to you.
âJungkook,â you say in a half-hushed half-hurried voice. The boy doesnât move an inch. Maybe heâs dead.
You hop out of your chair, stand in front of his desk, and tap on the wooden surface in front of his face. Still no response.
Aware that Big Tim is inching his way closer, you crouch down to hide as if thatâll buy you more time. The boy in front of you needs to wake up right now.
You reach toward his slumped-over body and peel off his hood. Thereâs a good chance he isnât dead and just didnât hear you because he had earbuds in or something. You hope.
No earbuds. But you do find something worth notingâa trail of empty piercing holes up his earlobe. You donât know Jungkook all that well, but heâs been in a bunch of your comp sci classes and youâve never seen any piercings on him. Youâd remember something like that because youâre a huge sucker for boys covered in piercings and body art. All you remember is that heâs quiet and always gets the highest grades on exams because heâs a genius or whatever.
âHey Jungkook,â you whisper into his ear and tap one of his fingers. A sleepy eye finally peeks at you. Thank god he isnât dead. âWanna be partners?â
He sits up slowly, adjusts his glasses, and looks around the classroom before turning back to your puppy eyes. âSure, I guess.â
âGood, good,â you sing, scurrying back to your seat. Partner secured. Mission accomplished. Just in the nick of time.
âY/N, still looking for a partner?â Big Tim asks at your desk.
âIâm actually partnered up with Jungkook, sorry.â You give an apologetic smile. You really need to stop that. If you had just been brutally honest with him the other day at the party, he wouldnât be here bugging you now.
âThat kid asked you to be his partner?â He points a finger at âthat kidâ who appears to have gone back to sleep.
You nod even though you were the one who technically asked Jungkook.
âAnd you said yes?â
You nod again. Big Tim continues to stare as if heâs waiting for you to abandon Jungkook for him. Maybe if he wasnât such an asshole in the first place, you wouldn't be actively avoiding him like the plague. He had his chance.
After several awkward seconds, he finally backs off and Jungkook rises from the dead once more.
âWhy didnât you just partner up with that other guy? It sounded like he wanted to work with you,â Jungkook yawns as he fluffs his bedhead around. He looks so nice and toasty in that hoodie. No wonder why he falls asleep in class so easily.
âThatâs not what he wanted.â He wanted to use you to hurt someone else. And you donât want to be taken advantage of anymore.
âWhat about everyone else? Arenât you friends with everyone here?â Thatâs just the illusion youâve created. It feels so fake.
You shake your head. ��Letâs just say, if a house were on fire and these people had a choice to save either me or one of their actual friends, Iâd burn down with the house 10/10 times.â
âAnd who would you save?â he challenges you. Thatâs an easy question.
âNo one.â
âGood answer.â The edge of his lips curves upward ever so slightly. âAlright, if itâs cool with you, Iâll just do the project myself and slap your name on it. Shouldnât take me longer than an hour.â
âWait, I wanna contribute too, you know,â you argue. He might be a smartypants, but youâre not the type of person to slack off and make him do all the work. You wouldnât be surprised if other people take advantage of him on group projects like this. Maybe thatâs why he doesnât even bother with fake social interactions with peers the way you do. You admire him for that. âWe should meet up and work on it together over the weekend.â
âIâm busy,â he says. Bullshit. You can tell when people make up excuses to get out of things because youâre guilty of it too. The difference is that Jungkook doesnât sugarcoat it with coverup stories like needing to feed your nonexistent fish. Why do you find that so attractive?
âBusy with what?â You flutter your eyelashes and challenge him the way he challenged you. The fact that youâre fighting over the right to help with the project is both silly and refreshing. Usually, itâs the opposite where youâre forced to plead with your group to pull their own weight. But here you are, practically begging the boy to let you do some coding with him. Him pushing you away is a huge turn-on.
âMy newborn.â He says it with such a straight face that you take his word for it.
âYou have a child?â Your eyes sparkle. That either makes him a young single dilf or a committed family man you probably shouldnât be batting your eyes at. For everyoneâs sake, you hope itâs the former. âIf itâs easier for you and the little one, we can work at your place?â
For a long while, he just blinks at you like youâve said something horribly wrong. Oh no. Maybe heâs still with the kidâs mom and now he thinks youâre trying to invade their space and be some kind of homewrecker.
âI was just fucking with youâŚâ he admits. Why does it feel like he has secondhand embarrassment from your gullible ass? Itâs fine, though. You much prefer being gullible over the homewrecker angle. Then he inputs his number and address into your phone. âBut if it makes you feel better, come babysit my kid tomorrow.â
The next day, you wake up a little earlier, dress a little cuter, and feel a little more excited than usual. Youâre usually indifferent (if not stressed) about hangouts and parties, but Jungkook is different. Itâs fun talking to him, and you donât have to put on a fake smile around him. Heâs even got that hot grumpy boy vibe that youâre determined to win over.
After knocking on his door, you wait for a good minute but thereâs no response. Maybe heâs still asleep or butt-naked in the shower. You wouldâve messaged him that you were on the way, but you were scared he might have second thoughts and cancel the meetup altogether. Youâve lost count of how many times thatâs happened to you in your college career.
Just as you lift your fist to knock again, the door swings open. The boy who stands before you has a full sleeve of tattoos, too many piercings to count, a whole man bun, and a handsome face that looks exactly like Jeon Jungkookâs. You didnât know he had an identical twin with a totally different style. If he wore glasses with a hoodie and took the man bun and piercings out, heâd literally be your quiet neighbor from coding class. Itâs fascinating.
âIsnât it common courtesy to give someone a heads-up before showing up at their door?â he says with his phone in hand. Same grouchy attitude though. You love it.
Wait. You suddenly remember all those mysterious piercing holes you discovered on Jungkookâs ear less than 24 hours ago.
âWhy do you look like that?â You point a finger at him as if your question isnât already rude enough. Maybe you should rephrase it. âI mean, if Iâd given you a heads-up, would you have thrown on a hoodie and removed all your piercings before I got here?â
âMaybe.â He lets you into his home, but youâre more concerned about all the sick art on his arm. If he ever rolled up his sleeves in class, you know youâd be too distracted to focus on the lecture. Perhaps thatâs why he keeps it all hidden. Heâs just looking out for you and your higher education. Yeah right.
âWhy do you hide all of this at school?â Youâre sure everyone would be coming to you for his number if they knew what he was hiding up his sleeve.
âTattoos and piercings give people something to talk about,â he explains. âAnd Iâm not really a fan of compliments or small talk.â
Oh. Heâs aware of the physical and emotional impact his body art would have on anyone lucky enough to see it with their own eyes. Your poor body is already aching to see more.
âFine, I wonât talk about how pretty I think your tattoos are.â Or about how hot you find his lip piercing. Youâve always wanted to kiss someone with a lip ring. Youâre feeling pouty all of a sudden so you bring out the puppy eyes again.
He studies the way you shamelessly work your charm on him, and you wonder if he picks up on the temptation in your pupils. âIâll grant you permission to give one single compliment,â he huffs, finally giving in.
Youâre quick to wrap your eager paws around his arm and examine it like itâs your most prized possession. The problem is, he has way too many tatts and piercings to fit into a single compliment. You could write a whole essay expressing your love for each piece you see, and that doesnât even include the ones still buried beneath his clothes.
âWell? Are you gonna fangirl over my tattoos or just keep fondling my arm?â Funny how heâs acting all impatient and bothered by the âfondlingâ but doesnât shrug you off of him. In fact, he was the one who lent you his arm in the first place!
âI wish I could see all of them.â Thatâs your compliment. Because you love the lusting implications behind it.
You flick your eyes up from his arm to his face, and sure enough, heâs got his eye on you as well. Itâs almost a crime that it took this long for the two of you to come together like this. Youâve been neighbors in coding class for the past few weeks, and yet you were too busy with the popular crowd and he was too busy not giving a fuck about them. All you want to do now is make up for lost time.
The only thing that distracts you from the boy is a puffy tail minding its own business in the corner of your eye. When you look down, youâre pleasantly surprised to see the tiniest fluffball dropping a mouse toy at your feet.
âOoh kitty,â you squeal as you squat down to play with the pink-nosed darling. Itâs so tiny it fits in the palm of your hand, and its meows sound more like squeaks. âWait, is this the newborn you were talking about?â
Jungkook nods. âI found her about a week ago and sheâs been a menace ever since. Especially in the middle of the night.â
âIs that why youâve been falling asleep in class lately?â You like the thought of him scolding the kitten for zooming around at 4AM only to fall back asleep with her on his chest. Youâll take a cat dilf any day.
âYeah. But it also doesnât help that the professor never says anything important.â He picks up the mouse toy and drops it off with her stash of goodies including a pink bed, a pink blanket, and a pink bunny plushie. The kitten hops into the bed, cuddles up with her bunny, and has the boy cover her up with the blanket. What a spoiled little thing. âSo whatâs this project about again?â
âYouâd know if you were listening!â Gosh, you canât stand smart people who sleep through every lecture and still come out on top while youâre taking notes and working your ass off. You still want to fuck him though.
âIâm just fucking with you again.â He finally cracks a whole ass smile and itâs beautiful. Youâre mesmerized by it as he scoots you over to the computer in his room. âI already finished it, by the way.â
So much for fulfilling your dreams of coding with an exceptionally handsome boy. With a dramatic sigh of disappointment, you run the program on his screen.
As expected, it runs smoothly, free of any bugs. He even threw in an interactive portion with a sleeping kitty. Total cat dad vibes. Itâs great, and thereâs really no need for you to tamper with the work heâs done. But you refuse to give him the satisfaction of being the one to carry you on this project. Besides, you have an idea of how you can spice up the program and expand on the kitty part.
You spend a good amount of time going through the code line-by-line and inserting small bits here and there. Once you get to the kitty part, you add in a function to wake up the cat and have it start dancing around to a few different songs from your favorite kpop group. When itâs all set, you run it back, earn Jungkookâs stamp of approval, and submit it for your professor to grade.
âAre you sure that Jim guy wasnât trying to be your partner just to get a good grade? Nerd.â He leans on the chair over your shoulder. Youâd correct him on Big Timâs name, but youâre too focused on the way he looks at you with such gorgeous dark eyes.
âIf that were the case, he wouldâve asked for a threesome with you too, Nerd,â you fire back. This is the kind of banter that results from putting two smartasses and an immense amount of sexual tension in the same room together. You want more of it.
âNot particularly interested in a threesome with him,â he says rather casually. âDoubt you would be either, judging by that game of dodgeball you were playing yesterday.â
âWell yeah, heâs kind of an asshole.â You shudder at the thought of almost being stuck as Big Timâs partner. Itâs thanks to Jungkook that you escaped that fate.Â
âWhy do you hang out with those people anyway?â He spins your chair around to face outward and lays himself down on his bed next to the kitten who just woke up from her nap. Sheâs cleaning her paws like a good girl.
âI know I have a lot of shallow connections, but I figure if I surround myself with enough people, Iâll eventually have to run into someone I genuinely like, right?â You hop out of the chair, sit your ass on the edge of the bed, and convince yourself itâs to play with the kitty. She jumps down right away to catch a fly but you donât chase after her.
âFound anyone yet?â he asks, gazing up at the ceiling like itâs the night sky. What did you ever do to deserve seeing this handsome boy and his tattoos all laid out on the bed like this? Youâd do it a million more times.
âThere might be a boy Iâm interested in,â you hum.
âI bet itâs Jim, isnât it?â he laughs. Why is âJimâ the one name this guy knows from your class? âYou know, like a passionate love-hate type thing?â
âFuck no.â You shimmy your ass closer to him and block his scenic view of the ceiling with your face. Now itâs you heâs gazing up at. Youâre free to admire the tempting ring around his soft lip, the glimmering piercing through his brow, and all his beautiful features that have drawn you to him. You look him in the eye and lie because you know he already knows the truth. âNever mind, itâs no one.â
âReally?â All of a sudden, he pulls your body down against the mattress and climbs on top of you. One hand holds your wrists above your head while the other caresses your cheek. He leans in close but stops half a centimeter from your lips. âI was under the impression you were kind of into me.â
âWhat makes you say that?â
âYou were begging to work on this project with me yesterday, fondling my arm as soon as you got here, practically eyefucking me a minute ago,â he pauses as his hand unzips your jeans and presses into the folds between your legs. âAnd youâre pretty wet for me right now.â
You want to lunge at him and devour his lips to prove how right he is, but your arms are still being held captive. He smirks at your failed attempt to bite him. For now, you have to settle for squeezing your thighs against his hand to get the tiniest bit of stimulation.Â
âSo if itâs not me, whoâs this boy youâre interested in?â he whispers into your ear as you feel his hand slipping out from your pleasure spot. âI wonât continue until I get an answer.â
Itâd be kinda badass if you had the willpower to keep your lips sealed for at least a minute, but you give in after 0.3 seconds. You never had a fighting chance anyway. âItâs you, Jungkook.â
He smashes his lips against yours, his tongue practically down your throat when he says, âGood girl.â
The ring around his lower lip is cold to the touch, but you keep going in for more. You love the way he tastesâlike sweet alcohol that encourages you to keep indulging in the high. Heâs so addicting.
At the same time, he helps you kick off your jeans and slides his whole hand back into your panties. He swirls his fingers around, coating them in your lust before rubbing over your clit. The jolt of pleasure draws a soft moan from your mouth and gets your body nice and hot. Normally, youâd be eager to get your hands back to join in on the fun, but the boy somehow knows exactly how you like being touched and toyed with. Plus, you kinda like the idea of being so helpless beneath him.
Eventually, your panties come off, followed by your shirt and his. You get the perfect view of his full sleeve as well as the big shark tattoo on his ribs. If you werenât so horny, youâd drop everything to analyze each piece in depth. But right now, all your weak mind can handle is admiring the shark.
As soon as he lets your wrists breathe, you run your fingers along his ribs, tracing the tattoo from head to tail. The lines are so smooth and pretty. He has great taste in art and apex predators. Youâll have to ask him for the artist later so you can get yourself a baby shark at your hip.
âGot any others I should know of?â you ask with two paws ready to tear his black jeans off of him.Â
âJust one.â He presses his face into the crook of your neck and sucks hard to mark you as his. You canât wait for Big Tim to see it on Monday. âYouâre gonna have to earn it, though.â
Youâll do anything to get his pants off and find that final tattoo. You need to see his bare body in full, and you have an idea of how to earn it.
âPlease?â For the hundredth time, you bring out the puppy eyes because that might be his only weakness. His body twitches a tiny bit, but you realize you have to take it up a notch with the dilf angle. âPlease, daddy?â
The word not only makes your face hot but also taunts the bulge ready to burst out of his pants. He watches with immense focus as you unbuckle him and free his hard cock from all the fabric standing in its way.Â
You assumed you wouldâve had to search his skin for that last tattoo, but itâs staring you right in the face. A fat snake slithers along his cock, tempting you to stroke it with its seductive glare. Youâd appreciate the design more if not for the fact that snakes eat cute little lizards like salamanders and chameleons, but that doesnât mean it isnât incredibly hot.
Without thinking, you wrap both of your hands around his length the same way you had with his arm. Jungkook would probably use the term âfondlingâ again if he wasnât so entranced by your touch. If heâs like this with just your hands, you wonder how heâd fare with your whole mouth around him.
Just as you lick the drool from the corner of your lips, he lifts your chin up to meet his gaze. âIf you do good today, Iâll let you have a taste tomorrow, yeah?â
Tomorrow is too long of a wait for a starved babe like yourself, but you nod anyway because you want to be praised again.
âGood girl,â he purrs as he removes the final piece of clothing over your breasts. Then he leans back to get your whole bare body in sight. âCan you show daddy how you want to be touched?â
You start by squeezing your breasts together and working your way down to your core. Your legs spread themselves open and your fingers glide right in. One hand pumps in and out of your hole while the other strokes your clit. Youâre so wet youâd think youâd already orgasmed several times if you didnât know any better.
With shy eyes, you glance up at the boy watching your every move. This is the first time someone has ever dropped everything to watch you touch yourself. You usually just tease your clit a little if the cock inside you isnât enough, but never once has a boy given you his full attention like this. He might not take any notes in class, but heâs definitely jotting a few things down for the next time itâs his turn to play with you.
Your fingers speed up and your panting gets louder. How long is he going to make you suffer before he takes over? The one thing you need right now is for him to fuck you senseless.
But instead of getting handsy with you, he grabs his cock and forces you to watchânot that youâd look away anyway.
âDo you want this cock inside your tight little pussy?â he says rather calmly as he jerks off.
You nod as a gasp for more pleasure escapes you.
âBeg for it.â
âPlease daddy,â you whimper, giving up the last of your dignity. âI need you inside my tight little pussy.â
âSuch a good girl.â He throws your legs over his shoulders and pushes himself into you. Itâs definitely a tight fit, but your body adjusts to him accordingly. You almost lose it when you hear the way he grunts your name.Â
As he pounds in and out of you, you feel yourself getting dangerously close. âJungkook, Iâmââ
âDonât cum yet,â he warns. âNot until I say so.â
You wish youâd known he was the type to torture you for one single release. If youâd known sooner, you wouldâve tried to pace yourself. Now youâre stuck on the edge without permission to orgasm. You love it here.
In the meantime, he gives you some more sloppy kisses. His tongue doesnât have to fight for dominance over your docile one, but heâs certainly not holding back. That, in combination with the forceful thrusting down below, is your definition of the best rough sex.
At some point, the pleasure begins to melt altogether into a foggy haze of feral lust. Your moans have been reduced to a broken record machine, and your poor body is just waiting to hear the word to finally hit its high. You donât even know how much time has passed.
âYou poor thing,â he growls into your mouth. On pure instinct, you tighten around him and feel him tense up. âDo you enjoy it when I tease you like this?â
You nod without thinking too hard about it.
âThink you can go another hour?â
Hell no, but you nod anyway.
âIâm not that mean,â he chuckles as his hands slide up and down your limp legs. âBut good to know.â
He quickens the pace to build the pleasure back up with you still so tight around him. Your obnoxious moans and whimpers give porn star vibes. He better let you get your release soon if he doesnât want any complaints from his neighbors.
âPlease, Jungkook, I canâtââ you gasp, biting back the impending wave of pleasure. Your claw marks are etched into his ribs. âPlease let me cum.â
Satisfied with your begging, he nods with the cockiest smile youâve ever seen and gives you the okay. It feels like your whole body breaks into a million pieces of pure pleasure. Your back arches, your walls tighten even more around him, and your chest heaves up and down as you ride the wave out.
Not long after, he pulls out and pumps his fat cock over your breasts until theyâre covered in his lust like two glazed donuts. He admires your glossy worn-out body for a good while before tossing you a hand towel to clean up. You feel timid and small all of a sudden. What if thereâs nothing left to say after the excitement of sex has come and gone? What if he shrugs you aside like everyone else does once they get what they want from you?
âDid you really call me daddy?â He throws his pants back on and joins you back on the bed. You can tell heâs trying his best to hide a smile, but you see through him. Itâs adorable.
âI thought you were into it, no?â Your face is flushed with heat again as you slip back into your outfit.
âItâs cute coming from you, I guess,â he shrugs as if heâs not aware of how weak he is to your baby girl charm. âI was just going with it because you said it first.â
âWell if you donât like it, I wonât say it next time.â You give him a hmph for extra emphasis.
âI didnât say that,â he clarifies, almost a little too quickly. You knew it.Â
âHey, can I ask you something?â Your voice is soft.
âGo for it.â
âWhy did you invite me over even though you finished most of the project yourself?â Itâs been in the back of your mind all day, although you did shove it away during the sex.
âWell, my little demon cat kept me up all night so I thought I might as well work on it. And you were hard set on coming here, werenât you?â he says. You nod for him to continue. âBut also, I wanted you to know that thereâs at least one person in our class whoâd save you from that house on fire.â
Heâd choose you. Thatâs the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to you.
âYeah, but you hate everyone else, so Iâm your only option.â Your smartass canât help but point out the flaw in his statement. If anything, itâs you challenging him one last time.
âMaybe youâre the only option that matters,â he hums to himself as if those words donât mean a thing. Who knew a grumpy boy could say such soft things? And who knew youâd fall for it?Â
If a hundred shallow friendships is what it took to bring you to this momentâthis boy on this bedâthen youâre glad you took that route. And youâre even happier that that route ends where this new one begins.
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Can you make a fic about vampire!karina? Her fangs in supernova mv got me dizzyđľâđŤ
not so much of a fic but maybe a short little imagine/drabble thingy? cause yk yuh eslayyy
tw: blood đ°
anyways she looks like a little brat here itâs actually driving me a little insane CAUSE HOW DOES SHE LOOK SO CUTE WHEN SHES WREAKING HAVOC IN THE STREETS (and in the sheets ifykwim)đ
the typa vampire girlie to be so desperate to feed on reader bc shes so pretty and shes so so hungry ;;
lets say one day you woke up in the middle of the damn night, had a singular thought- the thought being explore the forest, at what? 2am. what a great idea đ
so you prepared essentials in a backpack; some food, water bottle, a torch, lighter, batteries and thats about it.
you werenât too big of a believer in the supernatural, you thought the concept of it was cool yk, warewolves and vampires- all that interesting stuff that youâd see in movies and books. obviously all that stuff was fake, so really, coming across a vampire wasnât on your list of âwhat to do and encounter at a forestâ. and now youâre aimlessly wondering around in the butt fuck of nowhere ignoring the obvious signs as to why your ass should NAWT be in the fucksss forest at this ungodly hour. you couldâve chosen any other time but naaurrr,,,
anyways, as you were strolling around without a care in the world, you heard the snap of a twig and something rustling around in the bushes. it could be a bear, or a man⌠the idea of that was worse by tenfold.
was the right option run back home and go back to sleep, yes! did you do it? NO, you know what you did? move towards the bushes⌠any reasoning? âwhat if its a cat? the cat distribution system could be in my favour todayâ :]
WRONG.
out from the bushes came a pretty tall girl. she bared her teeth at you, a clear warning so you could back up before anything bad happened. yet you stood there observing her instead. ngl you were pretty terrified none the less, pretty girl with sharp fangs that could rip through your skin. you were convinced she wasnât real, maybe she was a hallucination??? idk bro maybe you were on shrooms or something.
âwhat are you doing here all alone in the woods pretty girl?â
tbh you were pretty shocked to the point of not being able to talk, so you stood there.
âaww too scared to speak? thatâs okay, come with meâ she grabbed your hand, grip pretty tight since she didnât know how strong she really was. now all of a sudden youâre in an empty cabin log âdont be alarmed but⌠im hungry- can i get a bite? just a little. i promise iâll only drink a littleâ you thought this was a big ass lie but let her bite you :( sheâs so hungry.
her sharp fangs pierce into your neck, moaning at how good you taste. she couldnât help but to embrace you as she was savouring your blood. the pain only lasted for a mere second before your body was engulfed in warmth, you thought that maybe you were gonna pass out but you were fine. i guess she figured out how nervous you were, your body tense and everything?!?2)2! she pulled back âiâm sorry did it hurt too much? itâs okay i can make it feel betterâ kissing your neck and whispering how happy you made her âiâll return the favourâ trailing bloody kisses from your neck down, to your collarbone and further down. ngl you thought it was pretty hot at how messy and how inexperienced she was at this. her hands would be all over you at first, on your tits mostly playing with them through you clothes âfeel any goodâŚ? c-can i still taste you?â you nod hesitantly, but it did feel good though!
maybe because you were her first victim, she didnât know what in the hells she was doing :,( obviously as a new vampire spawn she was trying her very best to make you feel good after she fed off of you. ripping your clothes off with ease, she wasted no time :] she made sure that every inch or your body felt goodâ leaving bloody stains wherver she kissed you, yes shes a messy eater đ the blood is all over her mouth leave her be-
after a long time of being kissed and having your boobs played with, she finally takes off your panties- soaked ofc! and blushes at you, looking up with her darkened puppy eyes,, awww how cute ;; you give her a slow nod and she just goes for it. so desperate and needy to make you feel good, she wouldnât be lying if biting you made her so turned on. she fr eats you out like you were her last ever meal on earth đ like she gets so pussy drunk, lapping up all your juices, sucking and licking your clit so harshly earning a whimper from you.
she just thinks you taste so good,, your blood, your pussy? her heads spinning from your scent,, ouh girl sheâs feeling dizzy, but that only drives her more insane. gripping onto your thighs, digging her nails into them. she wants more- moaning loudly as she continues to eat you out vigorously, her tongue circling around your clit so fast that it brings you to tears- are you sure sheâs inexperienced bc this feels way too good âmmmhf is.. is this good? does your pussy feel good pretty girl?â that sentence alone brings you towards your climax- thighs squeezing together, essentially trapping her inbetween your legs đŤŁđŤŁ
so know if youâre ever feeling bored, youâd know where to go to find a certain specific desperate vampire waiting for you in the log cabins at 3am đ¤Š
IGNORE IF I MADE ANY MISTAKES PLEEKKKK đđđđ
#kaye: imagines!!#aespa smut#aespa x reader smut#aespa karina smut#karina smut#yu jimin x reader smut#girl group smut#yu jimin smut
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Hi,Ummm,good morning/night
Can I request something regarding the Rottmnt boys,I want them their love at first sight with a female reader in a school ay(More like a mix between the Yokai/mutant/human society
(No rush,It's ok if you don't want to do it and stuff,It's totally fine to take your timeâşď¸,Have a nice day/night)
Love at first sight
Aged up! Rottmnt x fem! Reader
(somewhere around their 20s)
Warnings:
None
A/N: this was so hard to do for me for some reason (especially Mikey and Raph), i had to think for a few days for certain scenarios and this might come late bc i rlly want it to be good. Im sorry if it isnt what u expected đ
You were an English teacher who recently started working at a new school. Youre quite nervous, but exciting at the thought of what awaits you with this sudden change.
Donnie
- Donnie was one of those strict science teachers that nobody dared to underestimate.
- At first, he didnt seem too interested when he heard of a new teacher who started working there.
- hes never even been a romantic type, he honestly didnt care and let fate decide if he gets a partner or not.
- When he saw you for the first time though, he thought he might be hallucinating.
- "Oh sweet Galileo help me.."
- you probably immediately checked his "cute but mean" type without even saying a single word
- He became more interested in you, talking to you more often, even at times asking u to meet up during the break.
- "Hey, uhm.. Could i maybe interest u in some coffee during the break?"
- he thought all of this "romantic feeling" thing wasnt real, but he seriously cant help but fall for you.
Leo
- Leo is obviously the laid-back cool Spanish teacher.
- Almost every student liked him, he was chill and even jokes around
- (he once drew donnie on the board with a huge forehead and wrote "megamind" next to it)(no, donnie did not take that well)
- He was quite interested when he heard of a new teacher, hell he was probably the first one to interact with you out of his brothers
- The second he saw you, this mf fell straight face down in love with you
- "oh mi gosh thats the new teacher?! Shes gorgeous! Do you see her Donnie?! You see her?! Oh i so need to get her number!!"
- tries to act sly and flirt with you
- and fails miserably
- "Hey there hermosa, how do you feel about a date? Ya know, just you and me? *Wink wink* *leans on wall, trips and falls miserably*"
- (A/N: i cried writing that)
Mikey
- Mikey is the sweet art teacher and students enjoy being around him, but yet again they probably wont dare to underestimate his "Dr. Delicate touch" side
- He was quite excited when he heard about a new teacher.
- When he saw you, he suddenly felt nervous and flustered. And he knew why.
- at this point, everyone but you knew abt how he admires you, a little more than in the friendly way.
- He couldnt get the courage to go and talk to you, which put Dr. Feelings to shame
- When you actually started talking tho, you got quite close.
- Youd be with him almost every break
- You would often stay in his classroom/art studio and watch him paint during the lunch break
- and during those times he even asks u to pick his colours
- "Hey Y/n, which colour do you think would suit the ladies dress more? Red or blue?"
- Sometimes you even jokingly ask to be his model, but in all honesty he doesn't mind at all
- you guys were an inseparable duo, and he caught himself falling more and more for you
Raph
- He's the PE teacher, hes fun but strict when he needs to be.
- He doesnt mind that theres a new teacher, hes quite excited abt it actually - he would gladly want to meet you.
- First thing that catches his eye is that he thinks youre really pretty.
- He's most likely stuttering during ur first convo nowđ
- Hes super sweet, bringing you coffee and/or lunch, helping u out with random teacher stuff, checking up of u, ect
- "Hey! How you feeling? I brought you some coffee.. if youd like."
- Hes so shy, but he cant help but feel his heart flutter every time you thank him or show appreciation towards him
A/N: Raph was so hard and i know it's not accurate at all. Ive literally been beating my ass up bc of him cuz i didnt have any ideasđđ this took super long and I'm really sorry about that, i hope it turned out the way u wantedđ anyways its 1AM so im js posting this cuz i have nothing else to dođ
#rise of the tmnt#rise leo#rise!donnie x reader#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt donnie#raphael rottmnt#rottmnt leo#rottmnt#rottmnt x reader#rottmnt x you#rottmnt donnie x reader#rottmnt raph x reader#rottmnt mikey x reader#rottmnt leo x reader#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise leo x reader#rise mikey#rise donnie#rise of the turtles#tmnt 2018#rottmnt fluff#rise disaster twins#leonardo tmnt#tmnt donnie#tmnt raphael#tmnt mikey#leo x reader#donnie x reader#rise donnie x reader#rise raph x reader
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. ŰŤ ęŁŕ§ . dating hcs <3
by candyfsh
including; dallas winston, melvin moody, richie white (those are my favs)
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dallas winston ๨ŕ§
𦹠ik everybody says that dally would be suuuper toxic and a rlly bad boyfriend,, but hear me out. he would literally hate everyone but you.
𦹠he buys you things and steals you things, about 50/50
𦹠he isn't one for cuddling or anything but he'll definitely play with your hair and hold your head gently if you're snuggled beside him or on his chestđ
𦹠he isn't huge on pda,, but he always keeps an arm around you or kisses your face and head and lips constantly
𦹠he also uses extra pda at parties. just letting everyone know you're dating him đđ
𦹠he will NOT ever let you put makeup on him, but he does let you put chapstick on for him. he likes how gentle you are even if it's just chapstick đ
𦹠always brags about you
𦹠"yeah man that's cool but my gf is soooo hot đ"
𦹠he likes to go over to your house whenever he can because you make him feel safe
𦹠he won't admit that though. never.
𦹠but it's also lowk obvious?? bc he's always hanging around you and making sure you're close to him
𦹠im being so fr he thought he wouldn't trust or love anyone again after sylvia then BOOM he met you and he's like OMG.
melvin moody ๨ŕ§
𦹠he loves you and makes it known omg
𦹠like ofc he cares about his reputation?? he js loves you sooooo much and whenever he sees you he's like woah that's my gf!!!
𦹠when you're sitting next to each other literally anywhere, he has to be touching you just to like confirm you're there or something???
𦹠he's holding your hand, his arm is around your shoulder, his hand is in your lap, your head is on his shoulder, he's playing with your hair, his arm is around your waist, whateves!!! he just loves touching you
𦹠he's still a tough guy ofc,,, but in school, it's kinda like lowkey slowed down
𦹠but he'll still punch someone if they made you uncomfortable whatsoever
𦹠i personally think moody would be big on cuddling đ
𦹠he loves to spoon you omg!!!
𦹠moody feels like he can truly be himself around you (including letting his hair not be greased up. you love to see his hair ungreased)
𦹠he gets you gifts sometimes with the money he's gotten from kids but he refuses to EVER tell you where he got the money
𦹠PET NAMES PET NAMES PET NAMES!!! đđđ
𦹠"baby" "sweetie" "hottie" "cutie" everything.
𦹠you and moody are literally so in love and so adorable and all his friends tease him about being so whipped but he's all like "damn right i am"
richie white ๨ŕ§
𦹠this little baby is so cute and loves you sm
𦹠my personal hc is that richie has never had a gf,, he just flirts with every girl he sees
𦹠so you're basically each other's first everything in a relationship. it's really sweetđ.
𦹠he alwaayyyss brags to you about a new crime he committed. especially the time he broke into a bike shop.
𦹠whenever some girl flirts with him in the rec center he's all like "yeah yeahh i got a beautiful girl i ain't interested"
𦹠AND YES HE REFERS TO YOU AS HIS BEAUTIFUL GIRL ALWAYS đđ
𦹠"ysee my beautiful girl over there??" "she's my beautiful girl" "i got the most beautiful girl ever"
𦹠bc this is his first relationship that's more than just kissing and flirting, he wants to prove himself to you that he's more than a juvenile delinquent
𦹠(but he'll never stop being one)
𦹠he doesn't know what to do for dates so he takes you to the rec or a walk around town or his lil spot with carl
𦹠speaking of carl, he's sooooo sick of hearing about you
𦹠y/n this y/n that,,, my man richie just loves you!!!
𦹠btw he calls you the dumbest pet names in public to tease you, like sugarplum and honeybee
𦹠he will never get over the fact that YOU chose HIM of all people. like he's confident in himself,, he's just like "omg she's so perfect why is she with me"
𦹠that's why he makes sure to never take you for granted
𦹠if richie has his hands anywhere on you, his hand is probably in your back pocket. not like in a perverted way or anything,, he just likes it there đđ
𦹠his arms are almost always around your shoulders too
𦹠he's very touchy
𦹠you + richie = forever
#candyfsh#dallas winston#dallas winston x reader#dallas winston x y/n#melvin moody#melvin moody x reader#melvin moody x y/n#richie white#richie white x reader#richie white x y/n#guys i think i like richie.....#but hes so cute i love him#i love him sm#hes so cutie#I LOVE MATT DILLON IN GENERAL#im probably gonna write a richie fic based on some of these hcs
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