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cheftsunoda · 1 day ago

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secrets are no fun (unless shared with everyone)

part three

lewis hamilton x !sister reader

hamilton reader x max verstappen

ayana hamilton, the younger sister of seven-time world champion lewis hamilton, has seemingly achieved everything she could ever desire— a successful career as a music producer and artist, been all around the world, has a supportive family and a loving husband—however, that’s a secret that no one, not even her brother, knows about—her husband is also an f1 driver. lewis has always made it his mission to prevent ayana from dating a driver— but is it technically considered dating if they are married? ;)

part one here:)

part two here:)

fc : tyla

warning : j*s verstappen mentioned.

a/n : hello loves! i stayed up a majority of the night to get this written for you bc i will be busy this weekend as i am attending the miami gp! i have part 4 already saved in my drafts as well and will have that posted whenever i can! thanks love bugs 🐞

hope you like <3

(side note : congratulations to max on becoming a girl dad!! so excited for him and kelly)

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netherlands 📍

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translation : i never want to leave

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I didn’t expect the countryside to feel this much like breathing.

The drive out of Amsterdam had been quiet — Max’s hand on the gear shift, his other laced with mine. It wasn’t our first time here, but it was the first time I wasn’t pretending to be just a friend, just a guest, just a visitor. This time, I wasn’t here for a show or a weekend stopover. I was here as his wife — quietly, secretly, entirely.

And Max’s world was much quieter than mine.

Birdsong, not bass. Windmills instead of spotlights. Wildflowers growing along the roads that curved like something out of a painting.

When we pulled up to his mother’s house, I felt that flutter of nerves I only ever got before performing — that rush of adrenaline and ache, wondering if I’d be understood.

But Sophie greeted me with a warm hug and a “You’re finally back,” like I was returning home, not arriving for the first time as family.

I never had any interest in meeting Max’s father. He had threatened to expose our relationship to the media because he genuinely disapproved of us. He was unaware that we were married at the time. Max had made the decision to keep him as far away from me as possible. His mother on the other hand had been a godsend, she is quite literally sweet as pie. I could not have asked for a better mother in law.

I followed Max to the back bedroom as he lugged our suitcases down the hallway. I admired all the artwork and family moments his mom had hung on the wall, smiling when greeted by baby max’s face. Max swung the door open and set our luggage to the side. He reached for my hand and dramatically pulled us both down on the bed, I landed on top of him, our faces inches apart.

“Thank you.” He mumbled.

“For what?” I said giving him a questionable look.

“For being here. For making me fall for you. For letting me marry you. Just for you being you.” He said making my heart melt.

“Always, Maxie. You’re mine forever.” I muttered pressing my lips to his. His grip around my waist tightened and he deepened the kiss.

“I love you, schat.” He said as we pulled away.

“Love you more.” I said with a small smile.

—

Later, over mint tea and buttery apple cake Sophie had insisted on baking herself, I found myself laughing more than I expected.

“She was like this even when Max was a kid,” Victoria said, nodding toward her mother. “If you had a cough, you got tea and ten questions. If you had a secret, she already knew it.”

“Still do,” Sophie added, raising an eyebrow at both of us.

Max groaned from the other room. “Stop telling Ayana horror stories about me.”

“I’m not,” I said, teasing. “I like hearing about Max the Kid. Especially the one who used to name his Hot Wheels cars.”

Victoria cackled. “Don’t forget he used to cry when she beat him at Mario Kart.”

“I let her win,” Max called back.

“Sure you did,” Sophie and Victoria said in unison.

—

Later that night, when Victoria headed out to meet friends and Max had gone for a run, I found myself helping Sophie tidy up the garden. The sun was dipping low, all honey and gold.

“You know,” she said gently, snipping dead leaves from a potted basil, “he’s different with you.”

I froze for a second. “Different how?”

She smiled without looking at me. “Lighter. Not just happy —but a different kind of calm. That’s new for him.”

I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, heart thudding. “He makes me feel safe. Even when everything else is loud.”

Sophie finally looked at me. “Then I’m glad you found each other. Even if it’s quiet. Especially because it’s quiet.”

“He has needed someone like you for quite sometime now. You bring out a side of my son that I have never really seen until now and for that I owe you everything.” She said with a smile. I felt my heart grow.

“I just do what he does for me. You raised one hell of a boy.” I said and she chuckled to herself.

“I am so glad to finally have another daughter. I wouldn’t have picked anyone else for him.” She scooted over and wrapped me in her arms.

“I missed being here with you guys. You all mean so much to me.” I muttered into her shoulder.

“And you mean the same to us, Liefde.”

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That night, curled up in bed with Max, the windows cracked open to the breeze and distant crickets, I whispered, “Your mom’s incredible.”

He kissed my bare shoulder and said, “So are you.”

I smiled into the dark, fingers brushing over his arm where it curled around my waist. “You don’t think she suspects anything… do you?”

There was a beat — just the wind rustling through the trees outside and the soft exhale of his breath against my neck.

“She might,” he said honestly. “She knows me too well not to.”

“Is that bad?” I asked, quieter now.

“No,” Max murmured, pulling me just a little closer. “If she knows, it’s because she sees how different I am with you. And that’s not something I want to hide.”

I twisted slightly so I could see his face in the moonlight, silver edges tracing his jaw, his lashes soft against his cheeks. “Sometimes I forget how real this all is. Like it happened so fast, but somehow… it still feels right.”

“It is right,” he said, firm in the way only Max could be when he really meant something. “Even if we’re keeping it to ourselves. You and me — we don’t need a spotlight for it to matter.”

My heart clenched, full and warm. “I don’t need the world to know. Just you.”

He smiled, tired and tender, brushing his thumb along the curve of my hip beneath the blanket. “It’s funny. Everyone’s always watching us — timing laps, tracking stats, writing headlines. But the best part of my life… it’s this. This quiet. You.”

I buried my face into his chest then, letting the thud of his heartbeat ground me.

“I think your mom knew the second she saw the way I looked at you,” I whispered.

He laughed softly. “Yeah?”

I nodded. “I caught her watching me when you weren’t looking. Like she was piecing it together.”

“Well,” he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead, “if she did figure it out… she didn’t seem mad.”

“No,” I agreed, smiling into the dark. “She just seemed… proud.”

A comfortable silence settled between us again, the kind that only existed between two people who didn’t need to fill every space. Just being was enough.

And for the first time in a long time, the secrecy didn’t feel heavy.

It felt like something sacred.

—

The smell of fresh bread hit me before I even opened my eyes.

I stretched under the covers, blinking against the warm slant of morning sun cutting through the sheer curtains. From the kitchen below came the soft clatter of pans, the low hum of a radio playing some old Dutch jazz station, and Sophie’s humming — off-key and sweet.

Max was already up, of course. The spot beside me was empty but warm. My chest fluttered as I slipped out of bed, threw on his hoodie, and padded downstairs barefoot.

Sophie was at the stove, flipping something in a skillet. She glanced over her shoulder when she heard me.

“Goedemorgen, lieverd,” she said, smiling. “I hope you’re hungry.”

“Starving,” I replied, grinning. “It smells amazing.”

Max was already at the little breakfast table, barefoot in sweatpants, hair a mess. He looked over at me, and that soft kind of private smile passed between us — the one that made my knees a little weak even now.

I settled next to him, and he nudged a mug of coffee toward me. “Made it how you like it.”

“Thanks, husband,” I whispered, lips quirking.

He smirked.

Sophie turned with a plate of eggs, cheese, and rolls and set it down in front of us. “You two are whispering like teenagers.”

I froze just a beat too long. So did Max.

She noticed. Of course she did.

She arched a brow, hands on her hips. “Alright. What’s going on?”

Max glanced at me. I gave the smallest nod. My pulse thundered.

He reached for my hand under the table.

“Mam,” he started, steady but soft. “We’ve been meaning to tell you something. Something important.”

Sophie’s eyes flicked between us. She sat down slowly, like she already knew but was letting us get there.

“We got married,” I said, voice quiet but certain. “Last year. In Vegas. After the Grand Prix.”

Her eyes widened, but she didn’t speak.

“It was just us. No press. No big moment. Just… something that felt like ours,” Max added, eyes on his mother.

Sophie was quiet for a long moment, just watching us. Then, without a word, she reached out and placed her hand over both of ours.

“I knew there was something different,” she said finally, her voice thick. “But I didn’t want to assume. You two… you’ve always had a rhythm only you understand.”

I felt the lump rise in my throat.

She smiled then — watery and warm and full of so much love.

“I’m not upset. Just a little shocked. But I’m happy. Truly. If you make each other better — and I can see that you do — then that’s all I could ever ask for.”

Max squeezed my hand tightly, and I blinked fast, willing myself not to cry into my eggs.

Sophie stood and moved around the table, pulling me into a hug first, then Max. She kissed his cheek, then mine.

“When you’re ready to tell the rest of the world,” she said gently, “you’ll have me in your corner.”

And somehow, in that tiny kitchen filled with warm bread, mismatched mugs, and morning sunlight — it felt like a second kind of vow had been made.

—

We’d just finished hanging laundry on the line in the garden behind Sophie’s house. The sky was that pale, perfect Dutch blue, and the air smelled like basil and sunlight. Max had stolen another kiss while we folded bedsheets — laughing, relaxed, nothing but warmth between us.

Then we heard the car.

It wasn’t Sophie’s.

The rumble was too aggressive. Too familiar.

Max’s shoulders stiffened almost instantly. My smile faded as he turned toward the driveway, jaw clenching.

“Wait here,” he muttered, and before I could say anything, he was already striding toward the front of the house.

I followed anyway — heart thudding as I peeked around the corner.

Jos Verstappen was standing in the driveway, arms crossed, eyes already hard.

“Didn’t expect you to be here,” Max said flatly.

“Clearly,” Jos replied, glancing around. “You’ve been dodging my calls. Again.”

“I’ve been busy.”

“With her?” Jos didn’t even try to lower his voice.

My stomach dropped as his eyes landed on me.

“That’s why you’re hiding out here? With Hamilton’s sister?” he scoffed, stepping forward. “You think this is what your focus should be on? This— whatever this is?”

Max moved so fast it made me jump — stepping in front of me like a shield, voice sharp.

“Watch your tone.”

Jos raised a brow. “I’m concerned. You’ve changed. You’re distracted. You don’t think people are talking?”

“I don’t care what people are talking about,” Max said coldly. “My life, my choices. You don’t get a say.”

“And her?” Jos gestured at me like I was something fragile. Dismissible. “This is serious now? You think this is the right match for someone in your position?”

That’s when I felt it — the shift in Max.

His spine straightened. His fists unclenched, not with calm, but with control.

And his voice dropped, low and deadly calm.

“We’re married.”

Jos froze.

“What?”

“You heard me,” Max said, stepping even closer. “Vegas. Last year. No media. No drama. Just us.”

Jos’ mouth opened, but Max cut him off.

“You don’t have to approve. You don’t even have to like it. But what you will do is show her respect. Because she’s not going anywhere.”

I blinked fast, throat tight. Jos looked from Max to me — and for a second, something almost like disbelief cracked his face.

Then he scoffed. “You’ve lost your mind.”

“No,” Max said, his voice full of certainty. “For once, I found something real. And I’m not letting you ruin it.”

Silence fell — thick and loaded.

Jos shook his head, muttered something in Dutch under his breath, and walked back toward his car. He didn’t say goodbye. He didn’t look back.

When the engine finally disappeared down the road, I exhaled, realizing I’d been holding my breath the whole time.

Max turned, immediately coming to me, his hands cupping my face.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, brow creased. “You didn’t deserve any of that.”

“You didn’t either,” I whispered, tears stinging my eyes — not from fear, but from the way he’d stood in front of me like the whole world could break and he’d still protect what we had.

He pressed his forehead to mine. “You’re my wife. That means something to me — no matter who tries to question it.”

And in that moment, I knew nothing — not legacy, not headlines, not even blood — could shake the ground we’d built together.

—

The house was quiet again.

Max hadn’t let go of my hand since Jos left — not while we sat on the back steps, not while I leaned against his shoulder in silence, not even now as the hum of a car came up the drive again.

We both knew it was Sophie.

Her familiar old hatchback pulled up slowly, the back seat full of fresh produce and wildflowers she’d picked from the Saturday market. She climbed out, calling cheerfully toward the garden.

“Are you two hiding from the sun or plotting something?”

I tried to stand, but Max gently pulled me back down. “I’ve got it.”

He met her halfway, kissed her cheek, and helped unload the bags. But Sophie’s mom-radar was instant. The moment her eyes landed on him — on the tension around his jaw, on the way his shoulders were still tight — she paused.

“What happened?” she asked, quiet now.

Max glanced at me, then looked back at her.

“Jos came by.”

Sophie’s whole face shifted.

“And?”

“He saw Ayana.”

Sophie’s gaze flicked to me where I still sat on the steps. “And what exactly did he say to her?”

Max exhaled slowly, jaw clenching again. “Nothing I’m going to repeat. But I told him. About us. Everything.”

Sophie closed her eyes for a moment. Not dramatically — just like she was centering herself.

She placed the bag of tomatoes on the kitchen table, then walked outside toward me. I stood automatically, trying to hold it together.

“I’m fine,” I started to say, voice cracking slightly. “I just—”

She wrapped her arms around me before I could finish.

Not a polite hug. Not a casual gesture.

A mother’s hug.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured. “He’s not an easy man. He never was. But you don’t deserve to be made to feel small in this family. And I won’t let it happen again.”

I let out a slow, shaky breath into her shoulder. “I didn’t want to be the reason there’s tension.”

She pulled back just enough to meet my eyes. “You’re not. He is. And if he can’t see how good you are for my son — how happy he is with you — that’s his own blindness.”

Max came up behind me, resting a hand on my back, his other laced with mine again. “She’s not going anywhere.”

“Good,” Sophie said firmly. Then she turned and walked back inside, already muttering, “Well, now we need something stronger than tea.”

Max laughed under his breath, his thumb brushing the back of my hand.

“She’s on our side,” he whispered.

And somehow, the weight of the day felt a little lighter with Sophie in the room. Family, after all, wasn’t always about blood. Sometimes, it was about who stayed when things got loud.

—

It was tucked away off a narrow country road — the kind of restaurant you’d miss if you weren’t looking. No sign, no streetlights. Just an iron gate, ivy-covered walls, and a menu you had to be invited to see.

Max had made the reservation days ago. Just the two of us. No press, no fans, no distractions. Just husband and wife.

He reached across the table, his thumb brushing my knuckles. “You look beautiful.”

I raised an eyebrow, smiling. “You’ve said that three times already.”

“And I meant it all three times.”

We ate under soft golden light, the windows cracked open to let in the summer breeze. The staff treated us like old friends — discreet, warm, and silent where it counted. The food was decadent: hand-rolled pasta, wine neither of us could pronounce, and a chocolate mousse I nearly cried over.

“It’s kind of perfect,” I whispered after the second glass of wine. “Almost too perfect.”

Max leaned in, eyes sparkling. “You waiting for the plot twist?”

I laughed. “Always.”

But the twist wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t even loud.

It came in a quiet wave of nausea on the drive home.

I said nothing at first — just tightened my grip on the door handle, hoping it would pass.

By the time we stepped through the front door of Sophie’s house, the world was spinning just slightly. I kicked off my shoes too fast and stumbled toward the bathroom without saying a word.

“Yana?” Max called after me.

I closed the door gently behind me and gripped the sink, willing the dizziness to stop. My stomach flipped, sharp and fast.

Not food poisoning. Not nerves. Just… off.

I rinsed my face with cold water, trying to breathe.

Outside, Max hovered.

“I’m fine,” I called, not quite sure if it was true.

He was waiting when I opened the door, worry carved into every line of his face.

“You don’t look fine.”

“Thanks,” I muttered, half-laughing. “Probably just rich food and wine. You know I don’t eat like that often.”

Before he could argue, Sophie’s soft voice floated from the hallway.

“Everything alright?”

She was in her robe, arms crossed gently, not alarmed — but watching.

I nodded, pasting on a tired smile. “Just a little queasy. We had this insane truffle risotto—”

Sophie raised a brow, said nothing.

Max put an arm around my waist. “She just needs sleep.”

“I’ll make some mint tea,” Sophie said, already turning toward the kitchen. “It’ll help.”

But as she filled the kettle, her eyes drifted back toward the staircase. Her fingers paused just slightly on the stove dial.

She didn’t say it out loud.

Didn’t press.

Didn’t ask the question already blooming in the back of her mind.

But as Max helped me up to bed and kissed my forehead goodnight, Sophie stood quietly in the kitchen, tea steaming in her hand, a far-off look in her eyes.

It wasn’t the food.

She knew that.

It was something else.

Something beginning.

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mylovesstuffs · 26 days ago

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all our love 💌 ot13 x reader.

A quick assembly of some things I now realize, thanks to thirteen boys who call each other family—and have somehow made space for me in that orbit; my bd special:

✦ › comfort, mutual devotion, extremely mild angst only if you squint, “i’m sorry i couldn’t do more,” but this is everything i have. a headcanon, notes and letter sort (???) from carat, me to svt (and back). inspired by All My Love by SEVENTEEN.

A/N: i’ve always wanted to flip my interpretation of aml and write a storyline/plot from both perspectives. i didn’t quite manage that but maybe one day, there’ll be an ot13 fic that does. prompt courtesy of myself… and the tears i shed at 2am. this timeline kinda follows my own personal timeline of knowing them, loving them, staying with them. this format is new for me. the emoji dividers were lovingly stolen [10000% inspired/copied; they were ia when I texted but ily, love/ I got permission] from kae @studioeisa , who inspires in ways they probably don’t know. the note/journal style might be theirs too 😭 but it's definitely from somewhere bc it's a picture inside my brain. i’m pretending it’s an homage. also, thanks to J @cheers-to-you-th for dropping the most reflective title of my idea and this post. Mutual. Soft. Full-circle. thanks to @trustmypoison for the paragraph format instead suggestion!

i dislocated my foot and highly terrorized a few veins in the process, which meant this wasn’t written under ideal circumstances. had no tab or laptop while visiting my mother’s hometown, so this was made entirely on my phone. rewritten and reformatted three times, minimum (again and again) because apparently i like pain. anyway. hbd to me. i made this with all the love i have left.

April 08, 2025 at 17:13

I realize that love doesn’t always shout. That sometimes it sounds like "Did you eat?" or "Text me when you get home."

I realize that absence doesn’t make you less part of something beautiful.

I realize that some people are a home, even if you haven’t seen them in weeks.

That honesty is love.

That patience is love.

That waiting is love.

That respect is love.

That friendship can be louder than romance. Softer, too—but not lesser.

That some goodbyes are temporary, even if they don't feel like it.

That it’s okay to miss versions of people that don’t exist anymore.

That you can outgrow places but still carry the people in your pockets.

That care doesn’t have to be earned. It’s a currency you give freely.

And that it’s not always about the people you find, but the ones who find you first and stay.

October 01, 2024 at 14:30

Starting to Love Them

You were just another fan at first, but as you listened to their songs, you began to see not just their talent, but the raw emotions and passion they put into everything.

You saw the vulnerability in their eyes, the dedication in their voices, and you couldn’t help but fall in love with them. Their love felt real, even through the screen.

This is where the connection starts. The realization that they are human, just like us. Their smiles, their voices, their personalities — they made you feel understood.

October 05, 2024 at 22:04

Loving Them

As time passed, your love for them grew deeper. It wasn’t just their music anymore. It was about how they made you feel — seen, heard, and appreciated.

Every word, every lyric, every note felt like it was meant for you, for us. They’ve been there for you, comforting you when you felt like no one else would, filling your heart with warmth when you were cold.

You want to thank them, for everything they've done, for all the times they’ve been the source of your strength. But no matter how many times you say "thank you," it never feels enough.

December 13, 2024 at 15:01

Apologizing to Them

But then, as you hear their words in All My Love, you realize something: they feel like they’re not doing enough for you, for Carats.

They feel like they’re only giving you a small amount of love, but we, as fans, feel the same way.

We wish we could do more for them. We wish we could reach through the screen, wrap them in our arms, and tell them that they are enough. That their love has changed our lives. That their songs have healed us in ways they may never fully know.

“We’re sorry too,” you would say.

Sorry that we can’t be there for them every time they need us, sorry that we can’t always protect them from the hurt they feel. But we love them deeply, and we will always support them, just as they’ve done for us.

December 14, 2024 at 03:17

The Love Between Us

The beauty of this connection — this bond between idols and fans — is that it’s unconditional.

They may feel helpless when they see us struggle, but we are the ones who should be grateful.

Their love and care for us go beyond what we could ask for.

Every lyric, every smile, every performance is a testament to the fact that they give all of themselves, even when they think it’s not enough.

And we, as fans, feel the same way — even when we feel like we can’t do enough for them, we love them with everything we have.

Just like All My Love says, "it's alright, it's okay." Their love is more than enough, and we are here to remind them of that, always.

December 29, 2024 at 04:58

do/watch together before 2025:

◯ Jeonghan in one million won [AHHHHRDRCTCYFRYR]

⬤ “I know how the mafia thinks”

◯ INSIDE SEVENTEEN 'in-complete' dance practice behind #2 [Svt being no. dino fanboy, verify.]

◯ Kyeom’s very serious acting in that coin ep

⬤ check in on Hoshi’s tiger agenda

◯ rewatch Kidult stage [mandatory group crying?]

⬤ ask Cheol if he finished shooting cook scoups — weverse

⬤ ask Dino what song he’s dancing to lately — weverse

February 14, 2025 at 01:13

Bias wrecking:

Cheol - ✓✓ [he was too sexy, but then went back to being cute]

Joshua - ✓✓✓✓✓ [surprised?]

Mingyu - ✓✓✓ [blame svt for making him so reliable and turning me on]

Kwan - ✓✓ [yeah]

Everyone else - somewhere between “I was on my way to wreak” and “you're just avoiding”

March 05, 2025 at 20:05

Sappy shit (unedited):

Sometimes I think about telling them what I feel.

About how I carry them in everything I do.

How I measure time by memories we made.

How they’ve changed the shape of what I thought love was supposed to look like, and I remember: maybe I don’t have to say anything at all.

Maybe they already know.

April 08, 2025 at 00:00

Romantic? Love?

It’s not always romantic.

But it’s always love.

To SEVENTEEN,

I never expected to feel so connected to a group of people I’d never met, but somehow, from the very first time I heard their voices, their music reached into my soul. It wasn’t just the songs anymore — it was them. I fell in love with them, not just as idols, but as real people, struggling, striving, and living just like us.

But then I realized, they’re apologizing to us, as if their love isn’t enough. And it hit me: I feel the same way. I wish I could do more for them, I wish I could protect them from all the pain and exhaustion they must feel. I wish I could take their burdens away. But I can’t. All I can do is send them love, support, and gratitude. So, I want to say: I’m sorry too. Sorry that I can’t always be there when they need me, but I’ll always be here for them, cheering them on, loving them.

And to them, I want to say: Your love is more than enough. You don’t have to apologize. You’ve already saved so many lives with your music, your presence and just by being yourself. Your love is overflowing, and it reaches farther than you could ever imagine. You’ve made a difference in my life, and I know you’ve done the same for so many others.

Thank you for everything. And it’s alright, it’s okay. We’ll always be here, just like you’ve always been here for us.

- Celeste <3

—★

“i think of you when the sky looks like a peach

— and i think of you when the world feels heavy

i hold you quietly, and i hope you know

— we feel that, too”

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wolverinesleftclaw · 9 months ago

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I LOWKEY, LOWKEY NEED sfw and nsfw alphabet for Wolverine?!!?!?! 😝😝😝 that man has me going INSANE

logan howlett sfw alphabet

pairing : logan howlett x fem!reader warnings : reader uses she/her pronouns, size difference a/n : these are my own thoughts, i understand people may see them differently. i respect that but please don’t leave mean comments 💌

A ➝ Affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

⤷ you’re relationship with logan doesn’t start out as the most affectionate. it takes him awhile to get used to sharing his life with someone. even more so it knaws at the back of his mind how small and fragile you are compared to his large size, he’s almost too scared to break you. once you convince him you aren’t made of glass he opens up. he’s obsessed with touching you. always having his hand on some part of you body whether it be your lower back or stomach, he feels without your touch he isn’t grounded.

B ➝ Best Friend (what would they be like as a best friend?)

⤷ logan wouldn’t know how to handle having you as his friend. you’d talk to much and get little back from him. scared to hurt your feelings he would grunt and groan at any question you asked him. it’s not until you pull away from and start hanging around wade that he realizes how much he actually misses you talking his ear off with you excessive hand gestures.

C ➝ Cuddles (do they like to cuddle?)

⤷ at first he wasn’t really into it, but then one night you were watching a movie and you slipped your self into his arms and when he realized how perfect you fit he became obsessed. now whenever the two of you are just relaxing he picks you up and puts you right between his arms

D ➝ Domestic (do they want to settle down?)

⤷ at first the idea of settling down had scared him. you’d approached him with the idea after your friends had gotten engaged and it completely spooked him. he didn’t want to think to far into the future not really knowing whether he’d have one with all the danger in his life. but there was one night you were gathered around a table, your closest friends in suit with a birthday cake lit. the smile on your face was worth more than any lifetime he could live. lost in your face he realized just how truly and deeply he loved you and if he had to spend another two hundred years on this earth he’d do it wearing a ring that signifies that his heart will always belongs to you, long after your gone.

E ➝ Ending (if they had to break up with their partner how would they do it?)

⤷ (i cry) you’d never end things with logan, far too in love with him. he would however, only on the occasion that he was putting your life in danger by being with him. he’d break your heart and tell you it never meant anything because you hating him hurt less than knowing he left and you still loved him.

F ➝ Fiancé (how do they feel about marriage & commitment?)

⤷ he’s obsessed with the idea of giving you the life you deserve while simultaneously giving himself the life he deserves. there’s not a thing in the world he loves more than you.

G ➝ Gentle (how gentle are they? both physically and emotionally)

⤷ he’s extremely gentle with you, always treating you as if you were the most expensive thing in the world. he’s never dare to hurt you, often leaving the house when his anger became to much.

H ➝ Hugs (do they like hugs?)

⤷ oh yes he loves them, feeling your skin against his drives him insane.

I ➝ I love you (how fast do they say i love you)

⤷ it took him awhile, you definitely said it first. he knew the weight of what that word meant for the people he cared about. it meant you not knowing if the next mission would be his last or you being put in danger. it felt selfish of him to feel that way for you.

J ➝ Jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they get jealous)

⤷ oh boy does this man get jealous. donning you with his dog tags around your neck he easily stakes claim to you. while he knows you aren’t something to posses it’s an animal thing. to claim what’s your and mark your territory. he knew people couldn’t smell the way he could but making sure you always left the house with a hint of his scent always put a smile on his face.

K ➝ Kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

⤷ MESSY!!! he kisses you like your the last breath of air he’ll ever experience. filled with tongue and teeth he never fails to leave you breathless.

L ➝ Little ones (how are they around children)

⤷ he freezes. he’s scared of them, how small they are and fragile. he’d love to have them with you one day but only if he was guaranteed they would end up like him.

M ➝ Mornings (how are mornings spent)

⤷ usually lazy in bed cuddled up to you, his face in your neck just breathing in your scent.

N ➝ Nights (how are nights spent with them)

⤷ most nights are spent with you showing his old movies and teasing him on how old he is. making jokes that he can’t keep up with you which turns into him showing you how much he definitely can.

O ➝ Open (when would they start revealing themselves?)

⤷ for logan opening up to you meant showing you a side of him that he didn’t want you to see. painting this damaged and broken picture of himself and putting it on display for the most beautiful woman to see. it took him awhile and you were more than willing to wait. you loved him for who he was now, and you knew he wouldn’t be the person he is today without his past. you’d love that too.

P ➝ Patience (how easily angered are they)

⤷ logan is easily angered, while he’s usually not angry with you. you’ve seen his anger up close and personal but he’d never directed it towards you.

Q ➝ Quizzes (how much would they remember about you)

⤷ he’d remember everything. from every dream you’ve ever told him about to every beauty mark on your body. as if it was ingrained in his memory forever haunting his very being.

R ➝ Remember (what is their favorite memory)

⤷ his favorite memory is definitely the night you met, your shower had broke and you knocked on wades door at one am, he’d open the door to find you staring up at his through hopefully eyes.

S ➝ Security (how protective are they?)

⤷ let there be any threat to you and logan’s on it. whether it be the barista was rude when she handed your coffee or some guy catcalling you on the street. he’s eager to make you feel better and quick to let people know you don’t mess with what’s his.

T ➝ Try (how thoughtful are they?)

⤷ it took him awhile to figure out what you liked, whether flowers or extravagant gifts were your style. he remembers every day. the first year of your relationship was spent celebrating that day you met, your first kiss, and even the day he asked you to be his.

U ➝ Ugly (what are some bad habits)

⤷ he shuts down when things get too hard. when he feels you pulling away he gets a nervous and essentially makes it easier for you to leave. you having to often remind him that every argument doesn’t mean your going to leave.

V ➝ Vanity (how concerned are they with their looks)

⤷ he couldn’t care less how he looked always stunned by your beauty.

W ➝ Whole (would they feel incomplete without you)

⤷ if you ever left him he’d claw his own heart out of his chest. you are the only thing that keeps him going. after two hundred long years life was starting to get tiring, but you made living worth it.

X ➝ xtra (a random head cannon for them)

⤷ imagine you banging on wades door at one am, hair wet from the shower you started only for it to go cold. the door swings open and you see logan standing before you. creaking out a hello you ask for wade only for him to be asleep, you quickly enter the apartment reassuring the broody hot man that you’ll only be a minute. but of course you’d forget your towel.

Y ➝ Yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like)

⤷ honestly he hates silence. after hearing you talk for years the second you silence yourself he knows somethings wrong.

Z ➝ Zzz (what is a sleep habit of theirs)

⤷ logan usually can’t fall asleep without you, being riddled by nightmares. holding you tight to his chest he can finally sleep peacefully.

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punksyeet · 2 months ago

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- Lovesick ❥

Plot: When a sickness bug ruins his Valentine’s Day plans, Jimmy makes it his mission to help his lady feel special regardless.

Warning: Mature language & fluff! <3

A/N: happy belated v-day friends! please excuse how late i am to the party, as the flu has been kicking my ass for over a week now. also, don’t mind any errors or lack of attention to detail in some parts. this sickness took away any attention span i had left in me. 🥲

anywho, i hope you all enjoy this one. she’s a tiny one compared to my others, but we love her regardless! 💌

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“Well Miss Gianna,” my doctor begins, walking back into the room after leaving to run a few tests. Covid, strep, and flu to be exact. “It turns out your instincts were correct. Your flu test came back positive.”

My heart drops at those last six words.

Positive? For the flu? On Valentine’s Day?

I let out a deep sigh, running a hand through my hair.

“I know the timing isn’t ideal,” he continues, intertwining his fingers in front of him. “But please understand that your health comes first.”

I nod slightly, my eyes fluttering closed. “I understand, Doc. Would you be able to send some medication over?”

“Absolutely,” he responds. “It’ll be ready at your pharmacy as soon as tomorrow morning.”

I nod again. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome,” he replies sweetly. “Take care, alright?”

And with that, he’s out the door.

I sit there for a minute in disbelief of my bad luck, before climbing off of the examination chair and putting my jacket back on.

When I reach my car, I immediately FaceTime Jon.

When he answers and pops up on the screen, he’s sat at a table taping something, a gorgeous smile on his face.

J: Hey, beautiful.

I smile at the compliment, pulling out of my parking spot.

G: Hi, my love. What are you up to?

J: Not much, just helping twin decorate his place for T before she gets home. Where you headed?

G: Aw, that’s sweet. She’s gonna love it. I’m headed home now.

J: Gotchu. Where you coming from?

My smile fades and I take a deep breath.

Get a grip, Gi. It’s not your fault. He’ll understand.

G: Urgent care.

He raises an eyebrow and a concerned look comes over his face.

J: Urgent care? What you was there for? Baby, you alright?

I shake my head, biting my lower lip.

G: Relax, Jon. It’s nothing too serious. I tested positive for the flu.

He just kind of sits there for a second, disbelief written all over his face.

J: You’re fuckin’ joking, right? You messin’ with me?

G: I wish. I felt like shit when I got up this morning and ran right to the doctor, knowing how much shit is going around. I called you as soon as I left.

J: Fuck, man.

He throws his head back and runs a hand over his face.

G: I know, babe. I’m sorry.

J: Nah, baby, don’t apologize. You ain’t get sick on purpose. The timing is just…

His voice trails off and I nod in agreement, resting my head back on the headrest when I reach a red light.

G: I know. That’s what I said.

He sighs and strokes his beard.

J: Aight. I guess we’re gonna have to work with what we got.

I pop my neck back, giving him a mean mug.

G: Boy, are you insane? You’re not coming anywhere near me.

J: Like hell I ain’t. Bae, you’re sick. I gotta take care of you. Do right by the woman I love.

G: Jonathan-

J: Nah, I don’t wanna hear allat. Lemme finish up here and I’ll be home in a bit, okay?

I sigh, running a hand through my curls, knowing that as hard as I try, I’m not winning this argument.

G: Okay. Fine.

J: Aight. Love you, mama. I’ll see you soon.

G: Okay. Love you too.

And with that, he hangs up.

I let out a deep sigh as the streetlight turns green, allowing me to turn onto the highway.

** Jimmy’s POV **

“Was that sis?” Josh asks, walking back to the island from the bathroom and taking a seat. “Everything good?”

I nod, licking my lower lip. “Yeah, man. She’s got the flu.”

His jaw drops in shock. “Fuck, man. You serious?”

I sigh, nodding. “Yup. She’s driving home from the doctor now.”

“Damn uce,” he replies, his attention turning to a banner. “Whatchu gonna do about tonight now?”

I shrug, shaking my head. “No idea. I had dinner reservations set and everything.”

He sucks his teeth. “I’m sorry, bro. Maybe you can rain check?”

I narrow my eyes, shaking my head. “Nah, I still gotta do right by her. I’ll come up with something.”

He nods, nudging my arm. “Whatever you need uce, I gotchu. Just let me know.”

I smile, nodding slightly. “Preciate you, man.”

Suddenly, a lightbulb goes off in my head and I turn back to my twin with a smirk.

He looks up at me and his expression immediately fades. “The hell you lookin’ at me like that for?”

“Big Jim has an ideaaa!” I sing, hopping out of my chair at the island.

Josh groans in response, placing his head in his hands. “Five words the world fears most.”

** Gianna’s POV **

“Guess he’s not home yet,” I mutter to myself, pulling up to Jon and I’s place and seeing an empty driveway.

After pulling in, I shut off my car, grab my things from the passenger side, and head up the pathway to our home.

With one swift motion, the front door flies open and so do my eyes.

There’s balloons and flowers everywhere.

Soft music echoing throughout the house.

The deep and warm scent of vanilla takes over whatever’s left of my sense of smell.

“J-Jon?” I call out, closing the door behind me and stepping further into the house.

“Welcome home m’lady,” he replies in an awful French accent, suddenly appearing in the doorway to the kitchen.

I chuckle in reaction to his goofiness and look around. “Babe, what is all this?”

He walks over and taking my stuff. “I refuse to let some stupid ass sickness ruin our night, baby. Today is all about love. Lemme show you how much I love you.”

I dramatically stick out my bottom lip as he pulls me into an embrace, rocking us back and forth and kissing my hair.

“Jon please,” I plead, stepping back. “I don’t want you to get si-“

“Shh,” he interrupts, pulling me back in. “You’re ruining the moment.”

I playfully roll my eyes and he chuckles, cupping my face and kissing me.

I wrap my arms around his waist and kiss back, my worries fading away the second we make contact.

“Cmon mama,” he orders, taking my hand and placing my stuff down on the couch. “Dinner will be ready soon.

“You go ahead,” I assure him, letting go of his hand and heading upstairs. “I’ll be right back.”

He nods and heads into the kitchen.

The dress I bought while shopping with T last week is too pretty to go to waste.

And if I can’t leave the house, it’s time to play dress up I guess.

I freshen up with a quick shower and slip into the silk, followed by a little makeup and hair action.

“Goddamn,” Jon coos when he sees me, after looking up from what looks like pasta sauce cooking on the stove. “Look at my girl.”

He lifts my hand and twirls me, a gorgeous smile on his face as he admires my body.

“This dress was originally for our date but,” I reply, soothing out the torso part. “I figured why let it go to waste when you’ve worked so hard on this too?”

He smiles and takes me into his arms, pulling me in by my waist.

“I love you so much, you know that?” he asks in between kisses to my jaw.

I giggle and lift my head, his beard tickling my skin. “I know, I know. And I love you too, baby. So much.”

I hold either side of his dreamy face and pull his lips to mine, softly smiling in the kiss.

He pulls away with a “mwuah” sound and takes my hand, leading me over to the dining table.

The rest of the night includes a candle light homemade dinner featuring our favorite wine, a steaming hot bath with rose petals, and gift giving on both sides.

Me to him, a silver chain to go with his favorite bracelet.

Him to me, a Cartier love ring that I’ve been eye-ing for months.

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The next morning, I wake up to a bright ray of sunshine peeking in through our curtains.

With a groan, I turn over and nuzzle my face into Jon’s neck.

He responds with a pair of big muscular arms wrapped around me extra tight and a kiss on my temple.

“Mmm morning,” I greet him as best I can, before placing a light kiss on his jaw.

“Mornin’ ba-“ he’s interrupted by a fit of coughs.

Flemmy, raspy coughs.

My eyes fly open and I sit up, an amused expression on my face.

He glares up at me, shaking his head. “Don’t say it.”

I pucker my lips to the side with a smirk before laying back down to whisper in his ear. “I told you so.”

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luvyeni · 1 year ago

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im such a whore and im not even gonna lie about it like i was listening to freaky girl by rick james (you've prob heard the sample in super freaky girl by nicki minaj) and suddenly i had this fic idea of being a slut for rockstar bf!han like lemme give one situation

like you know you pretty bf is gonna perform in your town. so ofc as his gf you're dress up pretty (i meant slutty). now HE'S FOLDED after seeing you. so as usual you get pounded in the hotel room.

basic ass idea but if you haven't wrote abt. i would request you. and i would be so goddamn grateful im gonna buy you a whole library

love, 💌

rockstar!jisung x fem bodied reader | warnings: 18+ content (mdni!!), unprotected sex | words: 0.3k ~ (338) 🐿ㆍ₊⊹

You were able to score a front row ticket so you could surprise him — putting on his favorite dress, that you knew would catch his eye.

He didn’t know you were coming, you told him you were working, so he wasn’t even looking for you — playing as normal, that’s until his eyes fall on a familiar face, his eyes widening as he sees your face, you smile at him waving.

He takes a look at what you’re wearing and almost fucks up the song, you chuckle at him, shaking your head — but his cock his stiffening in his jeans, you look so fucking good, you tits sitting perfectly on your dress.

He couldn’t help it — as soon as the second to last song ends, he’s bending down to your level, ignoring the fans trying to touch him as he grabs your face, pulling you into a impromptu makeout second before his bandmate pulled him back, he smirked his lips covered in your gloss— you could see it in his eyes how horny he was.

That’s how you found yourself up against his hotel door — holding your waist as he fucked into you. You had to fight him off of you until you had to got to his hotel room, he barely closed the door before he was lifting the dress up, sliding your thong to the side, sliding his cock into you, groaning out.

“Fuck I missed your cunt.” He grunted. “had to fuck my hand -shit- j-just didn’t feel the same.” His head dipped into your neck, leaving marks. “Fu-fuck jisung harder.” You tugged at his hair. “Shit!”

He kept thrusting into you, squeezing your boobs, your legs tightening around his waist as came. “fuck jisung!” he thrusted into you a few more times, sighing as came emptying himself into your cunt. “shit baby.”

He carried you to the bed, pulling out to toss you on the bed, climbing back on top of you. “miss you so much.” He breathed, his lips brushing against yours, his cock twitching in between your bodies. “ji-jisung, please fuck me.” You moaned, grabbing his shaft, jerking it off, pressing it against your heat, he slowly pushed back into you.

“Gonna fuck you all night to make up for the lost time.”

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ak319 · 6 months ago

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Heyy! Omg I love your Arthur Morgan series so much I’ve reread it so many times alr haha

Here’s an idea/request if your interested 🫶🏽 so this takes place right after part three and reader is getting sick of j doing chores all day and wants to study again to achieve her dreams so tries studying in secret and gets caught? Feel free to alter/add whatever u like 🫶🏽

💌TYSM Ritaa! *HUGGIES*, loved to hear that! Hope you enjoy reading this one too!

Warnings/ MDNI: not incest, strictly platonic, abuse, restrictions// I don't condone such behaviour

Wiping the sweat from your brow after chopping vegetables for Pearson, you decided to slip away for a moment’s rest and a quick drink of water. As you sat down, your mind raced through the endless list of chores left to tackle: sorting supplies, feeding the horses-

“(Y/n)! Get your ass here for a minute!”

A sigh escaped before you could stop it. What does he want now?

“Yes… Arthur?”

Without looking up from his journal, he handed you a shirt. “Button’s broken.”

Great. Again?.

“Right.” You mumbled, taking and inspecting it. Unluckily, your disinterest was too evident for him to miss.

Arthur’s gaze lifted from his journal, confusion mixing with mild irritation. “Right what? Fix it.”

“Do you... have to wear it today?”

“It doesn’t matter. Fix it. And wash it too.” He didn’t wait for your answer as you nodded, already bracing for yet another chore.

At this rate, my hands are going to look ancient by the time I’m 30 from all this washing.

You turned to leave, only for his voice to follow you. “Also, bring some coffee.”

“Arthur, don’t drink so much coffee all the time. It’s bad.”

From his cot, he glared, unamused. “What, you a doctor now? It’s only my second cup today.” Before you could respond, Dutch called him over, and he stood, striding off with a parting command, “It should be on the table when I get back.”

Grumbling, you turned to make the damn coffee.

He’ll get it, alright.

These were the times when you found yourself fervently wishing for your brother to get married just so you could be free from the burden of being his maid. But then again, would he even find a woman willing to endure a life like this? God, no, please, give him a wife. ASAP. But then again, you couldn’t help but pray for that unfortunate woman, too, because living here was no piece of cake. Do people even marry outlaws?

"...."

You shook your head and decided it was best to start on the coffee instead of rambling in your head.

⋆⋆⋆

Finally done with the day's work and free from Susan's watchful eye, you made your way to your tent and collapsed, face-first, into the pillow with a satisfied groan. You lay there, savoring the brief solitude, until a gentle throat-clearing sounded just outside your tent. The voice that followed caught you off guard. It was unmistakably Hosea’s soft, friendly tone.

You quickly composed yourself and stepped out to greet him.

"I wanna show you something. Come," he said with a smile, gesturing for you to follow. As he led you around the camp, you couldn't help but notice Arthur's horse was gone.

Thank God.

When you reached a quiet spot, he motioned for you to sit on an overturned crate beside him. "So, I gathered a few books here,” he said, a small stack beside him. “Annabelle mentioned you like reading, hm?"

"I--well..." Your voice faltered. How could you explain that after everything, your heart had shut itself off, wrapped tightly in a cocoon of cynicism? Arthur’s words echoed in your mind,

'Walking with empty dreams is useless. Lazy.'

The books felt like a window to something lost. They reminded you or maybe haunted you, of a past drenched in hope, of that rainy night when it all started to unravel.

"Well? Look, I'm gonna be honest with you," Hosea continued, his voice a comforting blend of seriousness and warmth. "You're a sharp girl, with a damn keen mind and a thirst for knowledge. So why waste your free time when you could read? I’ve got plenty of books you can borrow anytime you like."

You shifted, fiddling with your fingers. "No--I mean...thank you, really, but...it’s just..." The words caught in your throat, but you pushed on reluctantly. "Y'know...Arthur just...doesn’t… I don’t know how he’ll--"

"React?" Hosea let out a knowing chuckle. "Who says he has to know? Read when he's not around, it’s simple. And what’s his deal with you reading, anyway?"

"It’s not like he’s ever said anything specific, but..." You sighed. "I think he worries...that somehow the books will make me cling to the past. And honestly, what’s even the point of reading, really, when this is all I have to look forward to? Living here… forever."

"Now, don’t talk like that." Hosea’s tone softened, his eyes filled with an almost fatherly concern. "We all have different lives and paths, our thoughts and dreams that’ll shape our futures. And I’d like to see you have a life outside of all this, one with more than just survival, you hear me? You think I don’t want that for you? Sometimes I even think about it myself when Dutch is... well, being Dutch." He grinned, and you couldn’t help but giggle at the shared understanding.

"Also, don’t go thinking that being a girl can stop you," he added with a wink. "So… whaddaya say?" He waved the book enticingly in front of you, and any resistance you had left melted away.

"Sure. Thanks a lot, Hosea."

"No problem. And don’t you worry about Arthur, okay?" You nodded, cradling the book close as you slipped back to your tent. The weight of its worn pages in your hands felt like a secret gift. Maybe today wasn’t such a bad day after all.

⋆⋆⋆

It was just another day when you finished your chores and when you were sure Arthur had gone hunting, you settled into a secluded spot on the edge of the camp, your book propped on your lap, and lost yourself in the words, the outside world fading away.

That is, until someone snatched the book from your hands.

"Hey!" you shouted, startled.

"What’s this, oh, these damn boring books!" John, who was a year younger than you and had a knack for finding you when you least wanted to be found, held the book out of reach with a mischievous grin.

"Can’t you just play with me instead sometimes? I swear I’m so bored these days!" His voice was grating, and you could feel your irritation rising.

You lunged forward to snatch the book back, but he leapt backwards, a teasing spark in his eyes.

“John! This isn’t funny! I’m not free like you all day, alright? I do actual work around here, not out there trying to shoot a rabbit and missing every time, and now I’m relaxing, so stop being a jerk! Hosea would be mad if he found out you messed with his book!”

“Of course, the oldie is your tutor,” he laughed, clearly unfazed. “How about we do something that makes both of us happy? I get to play, and you get your book back.”

Gritting your teeth, you feigned a serious demeanor. With a quick breath, you lunged at him again, your frustration bubbling over. John’s playful stance told you he was ready for a chase, and before you knew it, you were darting after him, laughter bubbling up despite your annoyance.

As much as you wanted to giggle and enjoy the thrill of the moment, there was a lingering fear at the back of your mind, what if Arthur returned early? The last thing you wanted was to be caught in a childish game when he expected you to be responsible.

"JOHN! COME BACK! DON’T GO TOO FAR!" you shouted, but he ignored you, running toward the small lake that fringed the camp. You had no choice but to follow him, anxiety bubbling up inside you, not just from the chase, but from the thought of losing that book. It wasn’t just some random novel, it belonged to Hosea, and you couldn’t let him down.

“Here, take it!” John taunted, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he threw the book into the lake.

“JOHN, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”, your frustration boiling over as you watched the book sink beneath the surface.

“GO GET IT! HURRY!” You shouted, while John stood reveling in his victory.

“I don’t know how to swim!” He shot back.

“FUCK YOU!” But you knew you couldn’t let Hosea down. You couldn’t let that book be lost.

With a determined breath, you dove into the lake, plunging into the cold water. Your heart raced as you fought against the initial shock, remembering the few basics your dad had taught you when you were ten. You focused on the glimmering book sinking just out of reach and swam deeper, stretching your fingers to grab it. That's when John realized that maybe he went too far and kept calling your name.

Finally, you managed to wrap your hand around the damp cover. Kicking off the bottom, you propelled yourself upward, gasping for air as you broke the surface, the book clutched tightly to your chest.

"(Y/N)...I am sorry..." He stammered when he saw the look of absolute rage on your face. He knew he was going to be dead if he got in your hands.

The moment John took off toward camp, you bolted after him, fury blazing in your chest. He’s going to pay for this, you clutched the soaked book tightly in one hand and narrowed the gap between you. You could hear his frantic apologies as he dodged between trees and crates, but you weren’t letting him off so easily. This time, he had gone too far.

As the camp came into view, you spotted Arthur’s towering figure near the fire. He was leaning against a post, arms crossed, a dark look already on his face as his eyes landed on John racing toward him with you close behind.

“Oh, shit…” you murmured under your breath, your heart pounding even faster. You slowed your pace, watching as Arthur’s expression shifted from mild irritation to intense, unfiltered anger. John stopped short, nearly tripping over himself as he came to a halt in front of Arthur, his face pale.

“Arthur--uh-- I was just--we....” Arthur cut him off, his voice low and deadly calm. "What? Messin’ around, huh?”

Arthur’s eyes narrowed, shifting to you, drenched and clutching the wet book. His voice dropped into a growl. He directed a sharp glare at John. “Looks like more’n that to me.

John’s face drained of colour. “Um-we were just--playin'” he started backing away under Arthur’s icy stare, but Arthur grabbed him by his ear and pulled him closer, making John let out a burning wince.

“Listen here, you little idiot,” Arthur snapped, taking a step closer until John practically shrank under his gaze. “You ever pull somethin’ like this again, you’re gonna find yourself missin’ a few teeth, you understand me? Stay away from her.”

John nodded frantically, too scared to speak, and when Arthur jerked his head in a silent order to leave, John took off like his life depended on it.

Arthur’s eyes turned to you, his face darkening. His gaze swept over your soaked clothes, the way you clutched the dripping book like it was something precious, and his jaw clenched.

“Care to explain why you’re drenched head to toe?” he asked, his voice low but laced with irritation.

You swallowed, choosing your words carefully. “I…just wanted to get the book back.”

Arthur raised a brow, unimpressed. “And what the hell were you doin’ with it in the first place?”

You stammered, caught off guard, and Arthur’s eyes narrowed. He reached out, grabbing your arm firmly, pulling you closer. “Don’t tell me you’ve been sneakin’ around to read like a fuckin princess,” he muttered, his tone a mix of anger and disbelief. “That why you’re makin’ trouble?”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he was already fuming. Before you could get a word out, his grip tightened, and he gave you a hard, reprimanding shake. “You think jumpin’ in the damn lake’s a smart idea? Riskin’ yourself over some dumb book!? Are you fucking serious?”

“Arthur, it’s not-” you tried to explain, but he cut you off with a sharp slap across the cheek, the force of it blurring your mind for a few seconds, sending a shock through your whole body. You touch your cheek, trying to keep the hurt off your face and shield yourself from another one.

“You’re makin’ my life harder with this reckless nonsense, thought' I made it clear that there ain’t no use for fillin’ your head with fantasies out here. You need to learn what’s important here. Don’t forget your place. Also told you to not wander off! There are all sorts of dangers out there!”

Your voice was broken but you still managed to retort, "It's...not just fantasies...why can't you get it-" He threw the book from your hands, irked.

“Watch it,” he snarled, gripping your chin with bruising force, his face close, dark eyes simmering with anger. “You think I got time for this nonsense? Next time you got free time, you spend it doin' somethin’ useful, not messin’ around in places you don’t belong.”

But before he could go any further, Hosea’s voice sliced through the tension like a whip. “Arthur! Enough!” Hosea’s tone was sharp, urgent, as he stepped forward, grabbing Arthur’s arm and prying him back. “Have you lost your damn mind? Let her be!”

Arthur jerked back, breathing heavily as he let go, his jaw tight with frustration. He shot you a look that still held that smouldering fury but kept silent under Hosea’s watchful gaze. The older man placed a protective hand on your shoulder, guiding you behind him, his face set in a firm, disappointed scowl as he looked at Arthur.

“This isn’t how we treat our own,” Hosea said quietly, the warning clear in his voice.

"I will treat her however I want, so shut it, old man! She jumped in the fucking lake for a damn book!" He turned back to you. "If I ever catch you slackin’ off with one of these again, or doin' such stupid stunts, there’ll be hell to pay. You hear me?" You nod quickly, too scared to even meet his gaze, swallowing back any retort.

He muttered under his breath and turned sharply, stalking off into the woods, leaving you standing there, shaken but grateful for Hosea’s intervention.

“You alright?” Hosea’s voice softened, his eyes filled with concern as he watched Arthur disappear.

Though your throat felt tight, you nodded as your hands still clung to his coat. “Hm.”

“Don’t let him get to you, you do a lot more around here anyway, more than anyone I would say,” he murmured. “He...he's just afraid. But you...don't have to be."

You tried to smile through your tears, though the sting of Arthur’s slap still lingered, and you knew it would for days to come.

Hosea gave you a gentle pat on the shoulder, noticing the way your gaze lingered on the soaked book. “I see the book’s wet, but it’s alright. There are plenty. I’ll buy this one again for you.” His tone was warm, reassuring. “Now, go change before you get sick.”

You managed a small nod, before hurrying to the privacy of your tent. As soon as you stepped inside, the weight of the day finally crashed down on you. You sank onto the cot, clutching the damp fabric of your clothes, and let the tears fall, the frustration and anger pouring out in muffled sobs.

Everything, Arthur’s fury, John’s reckless prank, the guilt over Hosea’s book, hit you all at once. The tent felt like the only safe space at that moment, the only place where you didn’t have to hold back. Perhaps, it's better if you don't read, maybe Arthur is right...but Hosea's hopeful words rang in your mind. You buried your face in the pillow, letting out everything, all the confusion, anger and pain that was clawing you from inside, draining yourself.

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mbsneur · 5 months ago

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NSWF Claudia Pina

NSFW ALPHABET💌

Claudia pina 18+

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

she is always open to a shared shower because she does not like bathing so much

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

her favourite body part on her is her hair (if that counts) she loves it when your fingers get caught in it when she eats you up

her favourite body part on you is your ass she loves to play with it during sex and she touches it every time no one looks at you two

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

she loves it when her body is covered with your juices

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

you had a threesome with patri after you danced too much with her that night

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

she is very experienced and she definitely knows what she is doing

F= Favorite position

you on all fours or bent over something so she has easy access to your arse, she eats you from behind and she fucks you from behind

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

claudia is so serious during sex

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

claudia can be a very sweet person and very sensitive but most of the intimacy happens afterwards

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

she loves it when you masturbate in front of her and she gives you instructions

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

age play- she loves to call you ‘little girl’

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

mostly in a cosy place

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

when you start to take her plait in your hand and gently tug on it while kissing her neck, she goes crazy

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

she doesn't like it when you want to take control

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

she is always a giver but if she feels like it she will simply press your hands between her legs

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

always fast and rough

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

she finds quickies boring so you have almost none

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

no, she is afraid that someone will see you

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

claudia can do many rounds especially when she is mad

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

she has a favourite strap that she always uses

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

she loves to tease you especially because she knows how sensitive you are

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

she talks to you a lot in the meantime and tells you so often how good you are

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

high she would even miss a team night just to have sex with you

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

Claudia falls asleep quickly

#woso #woso fanfics #woso community #woso one shot #woso soccer #woso appreciation #woso blurbs #woso imagine #woso smut #woso x reader #claudia pina

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sanhwaism · 1 year ago

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bf!ateez and that one specific habit they do that highlights their love language

pairing ⟡ bf .ᐟ ot8 x gn .ᐟ reader

genre ⟡ established relationship, romance, fluff

author's note ⟡ haaaaapy valentine's day 💌☁️ not long ago i have reached 100 followers eeek ^_^ so so grateful for every single one of you!! take this as my gift for both this milestone and valentine's day <3 (the specific habit of theirs will be written in italics just so it can be easier to spot hehe)

k. hongjoong — quality time

ah yes, the busy and very hardworking captain :,)

he's aware of the time spent in his studio; composing and producing music are in his nature after all!

so he feels very thankful that you are understanding and always there for him to cheer him up or reassure him that he doesn't have to feel guilty even when he's pulling all nighters there

yet he still feels bad deep down

at the same time he can't abandon his work

so every chance he gets — and i mean EVERY — when he's not that overworked he makes sure to learn about what you're into so he can spend time with you in a way which you'd enjoy the most

whether it's a new game you're into, or a tv show or a book or

the moment you mention it ONCE???? be sure he's taking a mental note and paying the closest attention to it

because he acknowledges that it will be useful for later

no matter what it is, he'll try his best to pick up on it so you can have a great time together

"oh is this the new video game you started playing? guess what i actually got into it as well so we can play it together now!! :D!"

"oh i know you told me about this book you're reading so i bought a copy as well and i started it whenever i took breaks at work!! let's talk about it!! :D!"

sobs

he's genuinely so thoughtful

so yes, knowing how much time he spends away from you makes him want to learn more about your interests so the moment he has you back in his embrace, he will make sure to repay you in the sweetest way possible!

p. seonghwa — words of affirmation

the type of boyfriend that always makes sure you know how great you're doing and how proud he is of you :(

he wouldn't go a day without praising you

if he is away from you because of work, expect a very early morning message from him in which he wishes you a good day ahead, that you will do great no matter what and he hopes you get to eat some yummy food in the meantime

and then later that day more encouraging words to keep you motivated and to also remind you that he loves you dearly

sobbing again

he wants you to tell him every detail about your day so he can praise every single effort you're making out there, no matter how small or insignificant you think it is

he'd tell you that just thinking of you gives him enough energy to go throughout the day

and he'll try his best to comfort you with his magical healing words if there is something you're going through

one thing about seonghwa is that he will validate your feelings no matter what. and that makes you feel so safe and appreciated and so so loved :(((

he's just comfort personified

he feels like hot chocolate served with marshmallows on top in front of the fireplace

if he's home and there are no miles that distance him from you, every single affectionate word that comes out of his mouth sounds even more soft hearted if that's possible

because not only does he know how to pick the best words and when to use them, but also the tone of his voice is just so soft and soothing

and now that no screen separates you both, his praises feel even more meaningful

he'd gently smile while caressing your cheek and whisper that he missed you so much and now that the day is over, everything that you have accomplished makes him so proud <3

j. yunho — physical touch

oh my god

PLEASE listen to me

when i say that i keep seeing those specific cutest clips of yunho that altered my brain chemistry

i mean it

they altered it so badly to the point where my opinion on his love language changed

everything clicks in your head the moment you realize that yunho has been doing this gesture to you after you two got more comfortable with each other

you walk baside him while holding his hand?

all of the sudden you feel his large, soft hand on the top of your head

he looks at you all smiley while you talk to him?

the next second his hand is moving towards the crown of your head, cutely ruffling your hair

you're eating and paying attention to the food before your very eyes?

headpat.

another headpat.

cute little soft headpat

is it the height difference that just makes him unable to control his hand from such sweet gesture?

probably

most certainly, actually

he just can't help it :( one look at how cute you look and you don't even get the chance to finish your sentence be–

yup. headpat!!!!!

it's never enough for him, there are times where he feels the urge to just start speedily yet gently tap the top of your head countless times while your head just bops up and down

the way people do with their pets when the cuteness aggression hits (please tell me you know what i mean)

if you dont i gotchu i provide with visual representation here! (volume warning!!!! its loud!!)

he finds that HILARIOUS and so adorable at the same time

he'd just start giggling and you can't help but enjoy his laugh and playfulness

but if he doesn't stop you're gonna get dizzy a bit so he'll recieve a headpat in return!

... just a more aggressive one

call it a cute bonk ^_^

emotionally prepare yourself not to get TOO affected by his sudden puppy eyes because how dare you do such thing to him :<

apologize with a forehead smooch and he'll get all shy and so cutieful

k. yeosang — acts of service

your personal trainer angel fairy dreamy looking like boyfriend

fondly sighs

yeosang's love for you is so gentle and thoughtful

he's your safe haven

his best way to express his feelings is by making sure you're always taking care of yourself, especially reminding you daily to take your supplements and vitamins!!

one day while you were cuddling him on the couch, you expressed your desire to have a more balanced and healthy lifestyle because he inspires you to do so

that was the moment a big shiny lightbulb lit up above yeosang's head

because he had the perfect idea how to help!! :D

the next day you'd already have in your hands a cute storage vitamin box that he got for you where you can organize your vitamins by days so it can be easier for you :(

of course he has one as well

he is always the one that helps you buy them once you run out

and he'd try his best to do his research based on your preferences and what seems to work best for you

when you tell him how much of a big difference they've been making and how much more energetic you feel, his smile melts your heart

he gets all bashful and giggles to himself, waving his hand as if he doesn't consider that he has done a lot

(well i consider eating him in one bite)

after all, that's what a good boyfriend should do! no biggie!

but yeosang has no idea how much it means to you; for him to always check up in you, to be your daily reminder just in case you forget about the vitamins, to diligently help you achieve the healthy lifestyle you strive for

c. san — physical touch

everyone please act shocked

of course it's physical touch

i feel like i'd commit a crime if i didn't pick it

he's just a cute clingy cat :(

you figured out his love language quite fast, a little bit after you have made your relationship official and gave him your consent

he was shy at first

VERY shy

at first he could feel satisfied enough even with just your hand in his, or a timid hug

honestly he just wanted you near him!

but after some time when both of you got more comfortable with each other and after lots of showers with affection,

he started attacking your cheeks in the cutest way possible

every time he would have you near him, you'd see him suddenly leaning towards one side of you

next second you'd feel the softness of his cheek touching yours

and not only touch

but he would push himself even closer to you if that's possible, smushing your cheeks together while he's pouting

as if he wants to fuse both of your bodies into one because having you like that against him?? clearly isn't enough

also starts gently rubbing it against your own cheek, humming to himself because of how nice the feeling is while his eyes are closed in content

with time you got used to it and even started to like it and look forward to it

(every time i see clips of him doing that to other members i can't help but giggle)

he's just the cutest <3

no one cats the way san cats

s. mingi — quality time

the type of boyfriend that if he could, he would attach you to his hip like a lucky charm forever and ever

because you always bring him luck, inspiration and hope whenever he has you near him :(

he feels a bit lost in your absence, always looking for ways to hear from you one way or another

so a lot of times when you two would blissfully share each other's space, mingi would ask you to attend his dancing practice, so you can witness what impressive moves he came up with and what choreographies he has been working on ^^

he is truly sososososo talented

and you'd just watch him with your lips slightly parted, amazement written all over your face as your eyes would follow the way his flexible body moves like water, with such calculated and striking motions

or other times, when he'd willingly share his personal space with you in his studio where he worked on so many new instrumentals and demos that might be useful for the group's future releases or his solo projects

every minute he would turn his head towards you just so he could catch a glimpse of your face expression

and he would smile to himself as he'd gaze at the endearing way you enjoy the rhythm and overall vibe of the music

his eyes would start sparkling in the dim lighting as you praise his efforts and works

and the biggest, cutest smile would adorn his bare face

sobs mingi.. mingi!! ^__^ mingi :3 MINGI!!!!!!!!

from that moment on, he only grows more confident to have you partake in any type of project he's crafting

you soon realize that you're the only one that gets this treatment

that's how big of an effect you have on song mingi. and he loves you dearly. always share your feedback and space with him. pretty please with a cherry on top <3

he said that not me

j. wooyoung — BITING gift giving

sorry let me get serious

WOOYOUNG.

this man emanates love through every single pore so it was SO hard to pick only one love language

but it had to be done!

he's typically in his sugar baby era

but when it comes to you????????

i hope you're prepared to get spoiled ^^

his love for you is just too strong

but so is his credit card!

even before both of you confessed to each other, wooyoung had been giving you subtle hints that he was having a crush on you

and a lot of his hints were consisting mostly in him buying something for you

you eyed a cute plushie through the shop's window?

"waa, wooyoung, this plushie is so cute don't you think!!!!"

wooyoung thinks that he is buying it for you!!!!!

and you know what

he's getting two plushies actually, because they remind him of you and him

once he steps out of the shop, he hands the plushie to you with the cutest smile plastered on his lips and a twinkle in his eyes

"look, it's us," he exclaims as he brings his plushie close to the one in your hands and, to your utter surprise, makes them aggressively kiss.

(i just made myself SO devastated by writing that oh my god)

that was actually the day you two admitted having a crush on each other

from that day on, wooyoung's need to spoil you only grew

he'd want to match with you not only when it comes to a pair of plushies or ten, but clothes as well

not those that are SO visibly matching, instead more subtle ones that sort of compliment each other's looks and make you two match perfectly, like two puzzle pieces :,)

yes, wooyoung would be the one that would buy the clothes for you and surprise you with soooo many bags in front of your door, so excited for you to try on everything

he's whipped! can you blame him :(

you are his happiness and he wouldn't have it any other way, you deserve every single gift, end of discussion!!

c. jongho — acts of service

the acts of service king

i said what i said!!

also the king of americanos yup yup iktr!

speaking of americano coffee :>

in the beginning of your relationship with jongho, you'd often have dates at the prettiest, comfiest cafes in town

you'd both order your usual drink of choice, and whenever you'd get coffee, he would pay extra attention to what type of coffee is it so he can get a cup for you next time and impress you with it

not just coffee but shh this is about coffee shh

after some time, you took the relationship to the next level, moving in together;

and whenever jongho had to leave earlier than you for his schedule, the mornings would smell like the best freshly made coffee you had ever smelled

because your sweet and attentive boyfriend would try his best to copy the recipe of your favorite coffee drink

from scratch as well

grinding the best coffee beans he could find into grounds

using water heated between 195°F-205°F

aiming for a total brew time between 3-5 minutes

like this is serious for him.

because he NEEDS it to be perfect and he NEEDS to cutely brag about it and he NEEDS to make you feel very pleased!

"hey, y/n, would you like some coffee?"

"no, thank youuu, my boyfriend made me the best cup of coffee this morning !!"

he would also leave a lovely note next to the mug :(

what more could you ask for. seriously.

you're gonna have some people become jealous but hey! choi jongho THE choi jongho chose you <3 and you will always be the only one he would make coffee for, from scratch, at the first glow of the sunrise

you are the apple of his eye

the only apple he would never break in half

see what i did there :D

𓏲 ࣪₊♡ taglist: @yuyusuyu

{💌ྀི} masterlist.

#ria.snhw #ria!drabble ateez #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez headcanons #ateez x gender neutral reader #ateez x you #ateez x reader #ateez fluff #hongjoong x reader #seonghwa x reader #yunho x reader #yeosang x reader #san x reader #mingi x reader #wooyoung x reader #jongho x reader

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mintseung · 10 months ago

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Give it a try (L.H.S) - TEASER

pairing :brothers best friend!Lee heeseung x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff (based on a C-drama, hidden love)

Warnings: 4yr. Age gap and more (will mention once I posted the complete ver.)

teaser wc : 2316

release date : Not yet sure

💌: Feel free to ask to be in the taglist!

"Park Yn!" The teacher Screamed.

"This is the 5th time you've been distracted in class!" This is math class, not art class! You'd better stop making those drawings. Now, answer this," he said, pointing to the question written on the board.

"Letter A, sir," you replied quickly, causing your teacher's jaw to drop.

"I want your parents to come to my office tomorrow after class. Class dismissed," he said and left the classroom.

While students were leaving the classroom, you were there banging your head on your school desk and whining.

"Lol, this is the 3rd time your parents will come," your friend Aliyah laughed at you. "Why would he want my parents?! I've literally answered the question correctly," you complained.

"I guess you should stop being distracted in class so Mr. Yao won't yap about it to your parents." Aliyah said while walking out of the school. "I guess so too, I don't wanna get beaten by my mom" You said.

While walking, an idea struck you suddenly, causing you to halt in your tracks and reach for your phone. Aliyah, a few steps ahead, turned around curiously. "Hey, Y/n, why did you stop?" she asked, raising an eyebrow as she waited for your response.

"I've figured out a way to make sure my parents don't end up meeting Mr. Yao," you said with a hint of satisfaction in your voice.

"How exactly?" Aliyah inquired, her curiosity piqued. "I'll just conveniently leave out the details," you replied. giving her a knowing look. Aliyah chuckled. "You know Mr. Yao could easily message or call them, right?"

You smirked. "Who said they're definitely going to get involved? I'll just give my brother a call," you said, showing her your phone screen.

As you walked along, you casually reached into your pocket and began texting your brother on your phone.

"Smelly Bulldog"

You: are you coming home? Mom and dad misses you!

Smelly Bulldog: no

"Tsk," you muttered under your breath. When you reached home, you headed straight to the kitchen and found your mom cutting fruits. "Hey mom, I'm home," you said, grabbing a slice of watermelon onto a plate.

"Here, take this and give it to your brother," she instructed, handing you a plate piled high with sliced watermelon. "He's home?!" you exclaimed with joy, eagerly snatching the plate from her and bounding up the stairs to find him.

You walked into your brother's room and saw a man with his back to you. A few seconds later, he turned around, and the sunlight illuminated his face as he smiled at you. You were stunned and struggled to speak.

"God, is he a fallen angel or something?" you thought to yourself. "J-jay, did you have plastic surgery?" you managed to ask, looking at him with surprise.

To be continued.

#enhypen #heeseung x yn #heeseung x reader #heeseung fluff #heeseung enha #heeseung x you #teaser #enhypen fluff #heeseung enhypen #lee heeseung #heeseung lee #enhypen teaser

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lostamongthestarz · 11 months ago

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Could you make John Seed x FTM!Reader? :333

I know what you are /j /lh enjoy your head-canons for your man here's a GIF as a gift

John seed x trans male Reader head canons warnings: none Divider credits: @/cafekitsune ❗❗FEM READERS, SHE/HER + SHE/THEY - DO NOT INTERACT, DO NOT FETISHIZE MY WRITING, I WRITE THESE HEADCANONS FOR MY FELLOW TRANS MEN/ENBY FREINDS❗❗

John likes you the moment he lays his eyes on you, calm-collated (everything he pretends to be). He doesn't wait long to introduce himself; He intends to charm the hell out of you.

make no mistake - if someone looked at you wrong John is already plotting murder, if you think John taking someone out because they looked at him wrong you better believe that mindset doesn't change when it comes to you.

I hope you like pet names because John calls you every pet name under the sun. He'd tone it down around others but when you two are alone?

darling, sweetheart, my darling, my sweet, handsome, etc.

I hope you like the color blue because you and John match outfits and his favorite shade is dark blue. It's his color as he puts it, and she should get to share it with his darling.

play with this man's hair after a rough day and he melts in your lap, he takes good care of his hair and uses fancy products. John seems like the type of guy to use fancy cologne.

John keeps you away from Joseph at all times and the cult "activities", He doesn't trust you around Joseph and would rather have you around Faith or Jacob. which only happens very rarely.

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Going back to the fact that John would kill for you - this applies to the fact if someone was transphobic, Edan's gate is a "welcoming" community but the people outside are iffy. you can bet your ass if John found out some jackass said some shit they go missing within an hour

He can't let people believe that they can get away with insulting his darling, what kind of man would that make him?

Always makes sure you're comfortable, whether your pre-top surgery or Post. he always wants you to feel okay and comfortable talking about whatever (we know this man never shuts up) which moves me to my next point.

John never shuts up about you - between the "say yes" stuff and you people don't know what he talks about more. He! loves! you! a lot!

PDA king in private, face kisses are his absolute favorite thing to greet you with when he walks through the door, have fun doing anything without him because the second he's back in your arms he doesn't plan on doing anything else.

If you two were to get a pet it'd most likely be a cat, although John seems like a guy to defend the hairless cats. black cats would be second that he would defend with his life.

The cat would also get fancy clothes for pets.

I can see him flirting/charming you and doing it back and it makes him smile a lot - a big bright smile.

tell him he has pretty eyes, and he gets so giddy, LOOK at that man. someone buy him brown contacts I'm shaking /ref /j

enjoy your headcanons - I hope these are good <3 Requests open ! 💌 My inbox is open <3

#far cry x reader #far cry 5 #john seed #john seed x reader #john seed x transmalereader #x male reader #x trans male reader #x reader #adding another john to my list of guys I write for

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ashmp3 · 9 months ago

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closing #heyteo 💌

i want to thank everyone from the bottom of my heart who's ever tagged me in their posts! i can't put it into words how grateful i am for having such talented, sweet people around me that wanted to share their beautiful creations with me. i cherish them all and i hope yapping in my tags conveyed that. Honestly i could talk about them in great lengths (and mostly i did...) so this is why i feel like i think its right time to wrap this up - i feel bad when i can't sit down, talk my ass off and give my full attention to each and every single post. Sadly i don't think its possible for me to do it now which is why i am writing all this, with a tear in my eye honestly. I checked and saw i have 925 (and counting!) posts in this tag and first of all - that is CRAZY! I am so grateful you have no idea. I really, really cherished this little corner of the internet that i called my own so this is all bittersweet but i think it's for the best! Lastly, i don't plan on going anywhere just yet so of COURSE feel free to tag me in anything you think i shouldn't miss (especially Jeonghan and your selfies... of course) - you already know a block of tags will be coming your way! And for being my amazingly talented friends i wrote little thank-you notes for everyone that made #heyteo one of the best decisions i made on tumblr 💌 I appreciate you all SO so so so much!

@jeonwonwoo -> my angel and the reason i even made this tag miss zaynab! We would be here for weeks if i started talking about how thankful i am for your existence. My no1 source of Jeonghan gifs, someone who perfectly matches my freak - thank you the MOST! (And ofc you can still expect me to go on tangents under your gifs i mean... that's what this blog is all about!) Love you!🩷🫶🏼

@kimsuyeon -> my talented lili, with the most wonderful gifs that are just so YOU! Always so wonderfully curated and colored, your idol + era collection is for the HERstory books if you ask me. Thank you for sharing them with all of us. i am so happy to have you around and i am thankful that you have been one of Thee contributors to #heyteo 🫶🏼🩷

@pink-vacancy -> i think it wouldn't be wrong to call you my yuna and mina supplier 🤭 cherry yuna is for the history books and you are the biggest contributor to that fact! thank you so much for always tagging me and making my tag a tad bit spicier and sexier with the gorgeous, stunning women you gif! love you and appreciate you SO much 💌🍒🫶🏼

@scouped -> MAX you are such an integral part of #heyteo through your many sideblogs and i am always so so sooo grateful for it! i love everyone but of course i love svt just a tad bit more so seeing your sets always made me so giddy and excited 🫶🏼 again, one of the people that really pushed me to make this tag in the first place so i want to thank you from the bottom of my heart. love you!!! 💖🌟

@vcrnons -> j!!! my dear sweet darling J that wanted to kill me on more than one occasion. thank you so much for tagging me and sorry for all the things i said under your gifs its like they hypnotize me... And ofc i am excited to be annoying under your tags in the future 🫶🏼💖💖💖

@scoupsies -> my naya funniest sweetest most talented darling... You've been thee highlight of my user tag - and i promise i will still be yapping under your gifs like how could i not?! you best believe i will be checking you blog so i don't miss anything because well that would just be devastating for me. thank you so much for tagging me i love you & appreciate you SO much!!! 🫶🏼🩷💌

@neonsbian -> my wayv supplier and source of updates 🤭 thank you so much vinnie, for always tagging me in everything so far & i always enjoyed seeing my twin yangyang in the tag (for better or worse) 💖

@no1boa -> lulu! absolute master of gifs thank you SO much for always tagging me in your dreamy, beautiful creations. honestly i will miss them SO much... so expect me to go through your blog like a morning newspapers and look for new sets 🙂‍↕️🫶🏼🤍

@taeiltual -> i always say this in the tags but every single company would benefit from a BexTM master class on editing! Thank you so much for sharing your works and thank your for tagging me 🤍🫶🏼🌟

@facethesuns -> em your posts always make me feel like ground is shaking... Thank you so much for tagging me in your stuff & of course i am excited to keep yapping in the tags in the future 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️💖

@ningtual -> MY SUNWOO SUPPLIER oh henna this is for the better or worse because my blood pressure rises whenever i see him... thank you for tagging me in your beautiful aespa edits (and nunulino...) love you mwah mwah!!! 🫶🏼🩷

@talksaxy -> even though we haven't been mutuals for a long time, whenever you would tag me in sungchan you best believe i would kick my feet and get giddy... thank you so much for adding a beautiful fawn touch to my tag! & ofc expect me to be in your tags either way, and yeah this kinda reads as a threat but you can't blame me really can't you... thank you sooo much. mwah! 🫶🏼🌟💖

@28reas0ns -> oh wwill first of all i want to say i love your vision and how we both sometimes make similar connections... You have such an eye for the aesthetics and it was such an honor to seen every post you made so thank you SO much for tagging me it truly meant so much to me 🫶🏼💖🤍💖🤍

@isabelleadjani -> first of all thank you for using it for its intended purposes (selfies!!!). and second of all thank you for tagging me in your beautiful, gorgeous gifs. You always go one level up and its so evident in the way you present your sets. I would still love to get tagged in your selfies of course thats a no brainer really 🫶🏼 Thank you so much & i really appreciate your presence on here 🤍🤍🤍

@junmail -> oh its been such a delight to see all the junhui in my tag (along with others of course) so thank you SO much for tagging me and sharing your beautiful gif sets with me (and everyone else)🫶🏼💖

@doyeons -> BELLA!!! first of all. thank you for sungah and seohyun gifs that was kinda legendry don't you agree. Thank you for amplifying frommy gifs in my tag they made me so crazy but also... i am very thankful 🙂‍↕️ And you best believe i will still be under your posts like a pathetic little guy. Kiss!!! 🫶🏼💖

@eightshotamericano -> elly my local jeonghan enthusiast i want to thank you for tagging me in your posts i really enjoyed them always 💖 and i appreciate you for thinking of me, love you!🥹🫶🏼

@seonghwasblr -> I know there wasn't many but i still want to send my virtual thank you card for including me in your beautiful gifs of jeonghan my darling maja i really appreciate it!🫶🏼💖

@jeonwon-wonwoo -> maddie thank you for tagging me in your lessera gifs back in the beginning of the year - it was so sweet of you! 🫶🏼💖 again, a huge thank you to everyone who’s tagged me in their posts. it truly means a lot, and I’m so grateful for each and every one of you who’s taken the time to include me. I appreciate you all more than words can express 🥹🥹🥹🫶🏼🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

#i looked through my tag and if i forgot someone i am SO sorry it wasn't my intention in the slightest! Whew...#also i already put every post thats in the tag in either my queue or drafts of course i will go through all of them 🥹 and again. it #was such a good decision to make this and i am so so glad i did and it really made me happy so i wanted to close it while i still had like.#positive feelings towards it if that makes sense 😭 sorry i know this must sound insane but i really am SO sad i wont go and have it all #served on a silver platter by my friends but i think this is for the better. i don't have much time to give it my undivided attention and #soon i won't have much time to even be on here so yeah. DOESNT MEAN I AM NOT SAD. i really am it feels like an end of an era almost like i #am letting part of me down the water 🥹🥹😭😭😭 and the way i almost have 1000 posts in it already. God i love you guys all of you 🫶🏼!#tt

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