#nuisance ff

[wonopia]

NUISANCE ! yang jungwon x fem!oc

[synopsis] . when two high school students grow a fit with each other to the point that it becomes a daily occurrence. when you find yourself trying to escape, but you cant and to add to this whole monstrosity he’s the captain of the boys soccer team- while she is the captain of the girls. he's also her twin brothers best friend n best friends brother. the result of all of that means she sees him almost everywhere she goes. just before she thinks things couldn’t get any worse, the two soccer teams combine to make one large friend group and somehow brings the two closer.

[genre] . hs au , fanfic , drama , enemies to lovers , brothers best friend + best friends brother , slowburn , angst .

[warning] . intended lowercase , cursing/swearing , dark humor (kms/kys) , mentions of death/etc , cheesy , not proof-read.

[status] . completed !

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CHAPTERS . 001. get him back ! 002. lose vs win ! 003. the truth ! 004. blah blah prom ! 005. this odd feeling in my chest ! 006. i don't even recognize myself ! 007. better person because of you ! 008. with you !

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[iamhereonlytobeanunstableshipper]

Ok so. I just saw a Reddit comment (idk why I get on reddit fandom cause it always ends up making me mad) saying that the Alastor and Husk scene was probably the first time Alastor was that violent towards Husk because of him talking back to Al in the first place.

Aka, Alastor isn't abusive to Husk, except for that one time. And ISTG that comment made me want to crawl into the darkest pit of hell (ha, get it?).

SO, let's explain why Alastor's treatment of Husk isn't a one time thing.

Husk and abuse: a character analysis.

First of all, let's explain Husk's personality and why he acts the way he does.

Husk's character is presented to us as a grumpy old alcoholic who only wants people to leave him the fuck alone. He doesn't care about the hotel, about any of its members, or about Alastor's plans. He doesn't want to collaborate, he doesn't want to be there, and he doesn't care enough to act as though he does.

But, reality is:

Husk cares. Way more than he wishes he did.

He doesn't show it often, but he cares. He shows it when he calls Sir Pentious, Charlie, Vaggie and Angel out at the beginning of Masquerade, and ofc, he shows it with Angel throughout this whole chapter.

(I find the heart motif on Husk's demon form to be very interesting, actually. I like to think that one of the things Husk hates the most about himself is that, as much as he wants to fake otherwise, as much as he sees it as a weakness, as much as it just complicates everything, he cares. And death taunts him with that, displaying for everyone to see the heart he so desperately wants to hide.)

Also, Husk is very good at reading people. He hates fakeness, he hates lies, he hates people being dense because they're trying to ignore a reality about themselves.

All of these things get on his nerves enough to show that he, in fact, cares.

And he sure as fuck loves (maybe a bit too much) winning an argument against someone who's pissing him off.

So, let's go to Alastor.

A while ago I saw an amazing post (that now i cant find aaaa if someone finds it pls let me know) that talked about how this isn't the expression of someone who's just been beaten at poker, but it's an expression of sadness and betrayal.

This post implied, therefore, that Husk and Alastor had built a previous relationship of trust before the betrayal, either platonic or romantic (which had been just manipulation from Alastor's side, just like he's now doing with Charlie)

If we take this into account, it makes more sense why Husk would care about Mimzy being trouble. Not only for the safety of the rest at the hotel, but also just a tiny little bit, for Alastor's own safety.

Don't get me wrong, I'm very sure that Husk hates Alastor, but there's this tiny, annoying part of him that can't help but care.

So, let's cut to the infamous scene.

Husk didn't confront Alastor because he had never been violent towards him before. Husk confronted Alastor because he cares, and because people being stupid gets on his nerves, and because he finds it hard to hold back when he knows he's right.

Also, it had been 7 years since he had seen Alastor. It's normal that he's gained more confidence to confront him.

AND, despite all of this, he was reluctant in the beggining.

In the first screenshot, Husk gets visibly angry at Alastor because of his dismissive attitude while his back is turned at him. But when Husk speaks again, you can see him visibly holding back, choosing his words carefully with that "I mean".

(Go rewatch the scene if you wanna, it's way more clear that way than via screenshots ksdldf)

Compare this to the much more accusatory way Husk was calling out Chaggie, Sir Pentious and Angel in back chapter 4. Husk is being careful with Alastor.

Despite all we know about Husk's personality that leads him to warn Alastor about Mimzy in the first place, Husk still holds all of that back.

Why? Cause he knows better than to say something that might anger him.

It's only when Alastor touches Husk and calls him his pet that Husk loses his temper.

As we know, Husk has VERY strong personal boundaries (probably some of them come from Alastor's touch itself)

Alastor trespassing his boundaries is what makes Husk stop thinking logically. He's pissed, and he hates Alastor, and he hates how he makes him feel so powerless, so insignificant, like less of a human.

And he bites back.

The comment I saw implied that Husk said the "big talk for someone who's also on a leash" because he thought it wouldn't have any major effect on Alastor, and he unknowingly touched a touchy subject.

But this is even slightly out of character for Husk. He didn't say it because he didn't think it would make Alastor mad, he said it because he knew it would make him mad.

Husk is fucking amazing at reading people. He knew it was a touchy subject. He wasn't thinking about consequences, he was thinking about pissing Alastor off, about regaining control.

(He's a gambler, cmon. Searching for control and power without minding the consequences is his thing.)

This is NOT a "what the fuck is he doing?" face. It's an "oh no, not again" face.

And immediately, he tries to take it back. The rush of making Alastor mad passes away the moment he pulls out the chain, and Husk knows what's coming.

Alastor has done that before. Judging by Husk's body language, there's NO way on earth he hasn't.

One VERY important thing to take into account is: victims have personalities.

Of course, victims tend to have unifying factors in their trauma responses due to similar experiences, but overall: a victim isn't an archetype, it's a person.

There are different types of abuse. Everyone reacts differently towards abuse.

Saying that Husk isn't being abused by Alastor just because he talks back is. Well. Kinda weird, isn't it?

(Maybe I'm exaggerating but doesn't it sound like victim blaming a bit??)

The important thing is that this is how Valentino and Alastor treat Angel and Husk:

Yes, they are different types of abuse. Yes, Angel and Husk's reactions to it are different.

But this doesn't make one kind less valid than the other. And just because Alastor isn't sexually abusive to Husk, that doesn't mean Husk's abuse is "less important" (this isn't a competition, ffs)

Husk's personality, Husk's hatred of stupidity, Husk's reactive nature, Husk's strong boundaries, don't automatically disappear when he's talking with his abuser. He's still Husk.

And yet, we can still see the signs of abuse, such as Husk holding back at the beginning because he knows what Alastor may do if he's mad, or him flinching away slightly when Alastor turns suddenly to look at him, or him trying to take back what he just said immediately because he's scared of the consequences.

And, let's be serious. Alastor is a serial killer. He enjoys watching people suffer. He enjoys knowing that people fear him.

And, since he's on a "leash", as Husk said, I'm very sure this hurts his ego a whole lot. So, it makes sense that he loves feeling that he has control over the souls he owns, that they fear him, to forget he's not completely free himself.

It's not so far fetched to assume that Alastor gets a quick and an ego boost out of seeing Husk like that, terrified and shivering on the ground. So I don't believe he hasn't done it before.

(And I mean, even if this only happened the one time we see it in the show, it would still be abusive?? It would be Alastor using his power to physically and psychologically torment Husk, which is abuse, even if it's only once ((which i highly doubt)))

In conclusion: Alastor is an abuser. There's no way around it. And Husk is a victim of abuse.

Sorry this got long SLKDS

Tbh I think everything I said here is pretty obvious?? Like to me that scene always read as a way of the show telling us Alastor's true colors once no one's watching, and the way he treats Husk. Like, it didn't even cross my mind that it might have been an isolated occurrence.

But the comment had around 50 upvotes so?? Idk I just wanted to rant about this lmao

[dreamyeyes26]

I dont like loud disrespectful crowds cheering on or simply yelling when the players are about to serve, i like when they are impressed by sth and cheer on collectively to appreciate the players but this cheering like a football fan is not it imo, it is even distracting for me to watch, i cant imagine how annoying it must be for the players 🙂‍↔️

[egoistshye]

lads im so excited to cut my hair you have no idea

[nd-babblinggoblinfromthevoid]

So medication from the ER was sent to my pharmacy, unknowingly right before they closed... for the weekend.

So I managed to find ONE pharmacy open today. Called the ER back. They changed where they sent the scripts. All good. Until.

Husband became too sick to drive up to grab them. I called my grandmother (who I REALLY did not want to bother) to ask if she had free time/energy today for such a task.

She did, bless her, and told me she would throw herself together once we hung up and she'd go get it. While I was on that call, I had missed a call from my mother. So I called her back.

She was out and about, and happened to be right up the street from said pharmacy. So SHE said she could grab it. So we got off the phone and I called my grandma back, to let her know hey this worked out!! All was well.

Mom drove through, got my meds, and was going to head my way. Then her car started making sudden, loud, concerning noises. She called her husband (who's a mechanic) and he instructed her to go straight home.

She called me to let me know. I told her about the brief plan for grandma to do it so I'd ask if she was STILL willing/able. Called her. We just. Laughed. Cuz what else could we do about this ridiculousness.

Grandma picked up my meds from mom, and is now on her way to us.

*exasperated sigh*

We cannot catch a break apparently!!!

(Btw thermostat still hasn't been replaced partly due to all this sickness and partly because I guess we can't actually do it afterall?? Has to be the tech?? Idk. Idc at this point. Just want the house, and our bodies, to be working again T_T )

[myownwholewildworld]

wherever you go (a joel miller's ff) - chapter 2

chapter 1 | series masterlist | main asterlist | chapter 3

pairing: outbreak!2003!joel x f!reader.

summary: it’s been nine months since your first encounter with the miller brothers and you're getting slightly annoyed with joel's attitude towards you.

warnings: mdni. mention of suicide. a bit of smut (kissing, rubbing). swear words. both joel and reader get a tad angry. pet names (darling). reader is female, no other description given. reader is mid-late 20s, joel is 36. no use of y/n.

a/n: i might have said this was a one-shot ― well, i lied heh. i have come up with an entire storyline in my head so need to put it into words. this is going to be a bumpy ride because i love drama. reader's pov and joel's pov. this is not proofread and english is not my mother tongue, so please excuse any mistakes you might spot. if you would like to be tagged on the next chapters, please let me know. interactions welcome. enjoy!

w/c: ~1.9k.

The rhythm those two had was relentless. You were barely able to keep up, your legs trembling as if you were a newborn foal. Your knees almost gave way, your lungs burning with exhaustion. You managed to grab onto a low hanging branch of a nearby tree to stop yourself from falling.

“Hey― Wait up!”, you shouted at your companions.

One of the men stopped in his tracks, Tommy turning around to look at you. Joel didn’t even bother to come to a halt ― He just kept on walking as if he didn’t hear you.

Sometimes you wondered if he had lost some hearing from his right ear because of the gunshot, or if he just had a really good knack at ignoring you. Every time you talked to him, you felt like you were a nuisance to him. You had spent nine months with the Miller brothers, and you were no closer to knowing Joel than you were to speaking Klingon. You had no issues with Tommy at all, he made the effort to make you feel comfortable. The same thing could not be said of Joel.

At first you thought it was because of how you two met. You had stopped him when he was at his lowest point. You had learned from Tommy that Joel had buried his daughter that day. You understood that feeling so damn well, you almost regretted interrupting him. But you could not just stand and watch as someone decided to take their own lives. You knew how that would have affected Tommy, because you had been on the receiving end of those bad news. It was, probably, selfish of you to have taken away that decision from Joel, but the consequences would have been far more devastating.

But as time went on, you were not so sure anymore why Joel tried his hardest to avoid you. You couldn’t recall a time where you treated him badly ― quite the opposite. You were kind, even understanding when he was rude to you unnecessarily. You looked out for him ―and his brother, of course― in many ways. You were younger, but not defenseless, and had proven yourself useful many a times. So why did he behave like a prick most of the time?

“Joel, hold on”, Tommy said to his brother, tapping on his shoulder, before approaching you.

You had rested your back against the tree you had held on for dear life, trying to catch your breath. Tommy got to your side and offered you his water bottle. You took a sip, avoiding making eye contact with Joel ― not that he was looking in your direction, anyway.

“You alright there?”, Tommy asked.

“Yes, well, no”, you chuckled. “I’m pretty tired, we have been walking for the past six hours non-stop. I need a break, otherwise someone is gonna have to carry me”, you joked.

You caught Joel swiftly turning around to pierce you with those brown eyes. He quickly retreated and looked around, as if he was paying attention to his surroundings in case you were not alone. You frowned, thinking you had imagined it.

“It’s getting pretty late, we probably should set camp somewhere around here. I’ll go and have a look around, make sure it’s safe”, you saw the hesitation in Tommy’s eyes, knowing exactly what he was thinking. He didn’t like leaving Joel alone, neither did you, in all honesty. “Keep an eye on him, please”, Tommy whispered.

You nodded and saw him disappear. You sighed, preparing yourself to be rejected once more. Sometimes you wondered if you were a masochist.

Joel was on guard as soon as he saw you approach him. He looked around, even though he knew there was nowhere to go. He didn’t like you because of how you made him feel. Because you made him feel. You were too nice, always willing to help no matter what, quick with a joke to make people laugh even in the darkest of times. He admired your strength, your wits, your outspokenness, your light-heartedness. You were a beam of light in the midst of darkness ― sometimes he felt like a fly getting too close to the sun.

But he knew better than that. He was not built for any type of personal relationship. He had tried ― and failed. The only connection he had left was Tommy and he was not too sure about that one either. Since his unfruitful attempt at putting an end to his life, Tommy had been walking on eggshells around him. He didn’t need that ― being treated like a damn old book everyone was too afraid to handle.

“Do you have some water?”, you asked him.

Joel almost jumped on the spot ― you had approached him from his right-hand side, which meant he didn’t hear you getting close. So close he had to back up one step. He noticed your bottom lip twitching and understood that you had interpreted his step back as a rejection. He felt compelled to change your mind but didn’t in the end. It was better this way.

“Yeah”, Joel replied as he reached towards his back and grabbed his water bottle from the side of the backpack, offering it. “You have finished yours already?”, he didn’t intend for it to sound accusatory, but it did.

You rolled your eyes, slightly annoyed, and grabbed the bottle to drink some more. “Yes, it’s very hot today, sorry for being human”, you said, giving it back.

“I didn’t mean it that way”, he offered as an excuse, shrugging his shoulders. “I hear a river nearby, I’ll go refill yours and mine”, he extended his hand towards you.

You snatched your water bottle from your backpack and gave it to him. Then you saw him starting to walk away.

“Wait! Where are you going?”, you almost stumbled with your own feet as you followed him.

“As I said, I’m gonna refill the bottles”, he looked at you as if you were daft.

“But we can’t leave, Tommy might come back and not find us―”.

“I’m going, you are staying right here”, he said matter-of-factly.

“No, I’m coming with you”.

“What are you now? My fucking babysitter?”, he snapped at you, his whole demeanour quickly changing, his jaw clenched.

“No, you prick ― I’m tired, I don’t want to be left alone, waiting around, if something happens”, you rapidly came up with a lie. You did feel bad though, because he had seen right through you and Tommy.

“Mhmm”, he muttered. “Ah’ite”.

You walked a couple of feet behind him while he guided you both towards the sound of running water. It really only was like twenty yards away, so Tommy would have no trouble finding you. When you both reached the riverbank, Joel kneeled to dunk a different bottle he kept in his backpack.

“Why are you always so freaking mean to me? Have I done something wrong? Is it because I pushed the gun away from you?”, you babbled before you could stop yourself, bracing yourself as if you were cold, but the reality was you suddenly felt too exposed.

The silence dragged on, and you couldn’t stand it.

“Look, if that’s it, I’m sorry, but…”.

“No, it’s not that”, Joel interrupted you, still not making eye contact. He retrieved the bottle and attached a filter to it. He then put it upside down on top of your bottle and squeezed, so clean water started to fill the container. “It’s just… Nevermind”.

“It’s just what? Don’t you think I deserve an explanation of why you have treated me like shit for the past nine months?”, you pushed, starting to feel your hot-headedness overcome you. A side of you Joel had not come across yet.

He looked up at you, his brows almost touching each other, as he towered above you.

“Hold your horses right there, kid”, he said as he passed you the water bottle with a bit more force than necessary.

“Kid? How old do you think I am, Joel?”, you almost laughed.

“I don’t know, twenty? It doesn’t really matter, I―”.

“Try adding a few years to that, you dickhead”, you crossed your arms at your chest.

He looked slightly confused. Joel did think you were younger than you actually were. Not that it mattered anyway ― in fact, it didn’t change a thing.

“Look, it’s nothing to do with you. And mind your tongue”, he kneeled again to repeat the filtering process.

“So what is it then?”, you insisted while you secured the water bottle to your backpack.

Silence again. Sometimes you would love to punch some words out of him.

“Just leave it be”, he mumbled as he stood up once done with his own bottle.

You cut the distance between you and Joel to bury your index finger in the middle of his chest. Your eyes squinted in anger.

“No, I want an answer. You’re always so damn evasive, it’s driving me crazy”, you demanded.

The atmosphere suddenly shifted as you looked into his eyes. Joel was staring at you angrily ― no, hungrily? Something in the way he was holding himself back sent an exciting shudder down your spine.

“No, darlin’, you are driving me crazy”.

Everything happened too quickly ― Joel’s hand held your chin up as he lowered his mouth. Your lips were slightly parted, already inviting him in. He found no resistance from you as he licked your bottom lip before going in with the full force of his desire. You buried one hand in the hair of his neck, clenching your fingers and pulling softly.

Joel thought he was going to die right there and then. He could not think straight, not when you were so melting in his arms. His senses went haywire the moment he got hit with your scent. Lavander and cinnamon, he thought. He gripped your hip with his free hand, pushing you into him. The kiss turned wetter and hotter, his mind spiralling out of control. You tasted sweet, exactly what he had imagined.

He probably shouldn’t be doing this but couldn’t refrain himself. You had pushed his buttons and now he was too far gone. He had desired you for a while but didn’t want to complicate the situation. The world was going to shit, so there was no point in looking for a bit of hope in the middle of such madness.

He groaned into your mouth when you placed your free hand on the buckle of his belt, holding onto it as if your life depended on it. You pulled from the buckle, his bulge pressing against you. You smiled, satisfied you were not the only one severely affected by the kiss. You could feel the heat rising up in your body.

And as quickly as it started, it ended.

“Guys! Where are you?”, Tommy’s words were carried by the wind.

Joel broke off the embrace so fast you almost fell but was able to steady yourself in time.

“Joel, I―”.

“Not a word”, he cut you off, his voice deep, his eyes drilling into yours with intensity. There was a dark warning tone in his voice that you couldn't ignore. “Over here, Tommy, we’re filling up the bottles”.

A few seconds later, the younger Miller appeared in sight.

“Ah, there you guys are. I found a cave where we could spend the night”. He looked at his brother for a moment, brows wrinkling. “You okay, Joel?”.

“Mhmm, all good. Give me your bottle”.

[ellecdc]

The brainrot continues to grow by the minute….so here we are again lovey. After re-reading a lot of your blog last night when the insomnia hit me live laugh love.

I remembered you did a series with poly!moonwater about reader being pregnant and ect. So I was wondering what would be your headcannons for poly wolfstar pregnancy in terms of shy reader/the refugee type character in between gentle yet dominant Remus and loyal, protective, possessive Sirius type vibes.

awwwweeeee yes okay

wolfstar x shy/referee!reader headcanons for their pregnancy

Sirius:

freaks, like, catastrophic level 9 freak out

runs to Effie and Monty sobbing; begging them to help him, begging them to tell him what to do because he can't be like them - he just can't

has to show back up at your shared home a few days later with his tail tucked between his legs at having fled [will explain below in Remus] - sooooo super emotional

spends a lot of time with Effie and Monty - buys a lot of pregnancy, parenting, and baby books

quits his jobs and starts babysitting Harry (wants practice)

becomes a bit of a nuisance for reader; little bit of a coddler, doesn't want reader even walking, won't let her get up to get her own drinks, everyone who comes over has to hand sanitize and show proof that they're healthy ("what do you mean proof!? You want to check my tonsils??" "......yes Prongs, now say ahhh."), starts a sleep schedule for reader - encourages her to take a nap every afternoon

cries a lot lol - both from excitement and nerves

Remus:

he has to become the referee between reader and Sirius

constantly defending Sirius to you when he hovers too much or seems to worried "he just loves you and is trying to do his best, dove", but also has to tell Sirius when he's being too much and to back off "you're going to put her into early labour, Pads."

lets Sirius thinking he's handling everything but really, Remus is the one actually making sure reader is all good and healthy - prenatal vitamins, adds supplements to meals/food for extra nutrients, books all of the OBGYN appointments, tells Sirius that reader "has to walk because it's good for her and baby ffs"

starts visiting his mum and dad for tea more frequently; Hope sends him home every time with more of his old baby clothes, blankets, quilts she's made, his baby pictures, etc etc.

reads baby books as well, but mostly about infant development (wants his baby to be the smartest lol)

plays voice of reason

reader:

far feistier than usual (not her usual shy, placid self)

spends most of her pregnancy handing Sirius' ass to him and he is swooning (might just have to put more babies into her.....)

Remus does take over your role as referee but can't help but admit how much he likes seeing you so passionate

very worried; never saw kids in the cards for these three (Sirius with his family trauma and Remus with his affliction) and I think she'd spend most of her pregnancy sort of waiting for the other shoe to drop......like, maybe today's the day they'll leave? one more emotional breakdown made by her and they're definitely going to pack their bags (which makes her emotional breakdowns worse)

Remus has to take her to the healer for anxiety medication because of it

It makes for a lot of really sweet conversations and moments between the three of them though - the boys reassuring reader and just cuddling for the rest of the day

[theemporium]

38 and 53 for charles leclerc ff the smut promos list pleaseeee 💞

send in a prompt + name

38. "I'll let you do anything if you just touch me now"

53. "you're more than just a one night stand"

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It was a mistake. 

A mistake the two of you decided was a one time deal and promised to never discuss again. A mistake that should have never happened in the first place. A mistake that would drag you both down if it ever got out. 

When you were introduced into the world of Formula One, the public knew you as one of the closest—if not the closest—best friend of Max Verstappen. Max was young and bright and ready to really start his career after signing with Red Bull Racing. You were his supportive best friend who dabbled in and out of races between your years at university and work. 

However, things started to change once you graduated and suddenly you were in the paddock for more than a weekend here or there. 

And suddenly, you were bumping into the likes of Charles Leclerc—a boy you knew so much of and yet nothing about. 

In the earlier years of Max’s career, Charles was nothing but the nuisance that Max would constantly complain about. He was the boy who drove recklessly, who was unfair, who would constantly push him off the track. 

As the boys got older and matured, Charles was just another face amongst the other Formula One drivers who you’d hear the odd thing about, here and there. Max was far more friendly with the boy, but their dinners out or time spent together never seemed to coincide with whenever you were in town. 

You officially met the Ferrari driver after the Monaco Grand Prix—and that was when the first of many mistakes were made. 

You kissed him. 

You shouldn’t have. You really shouldn’t have. In fact, you should have never been out on that balcony in the first place. You should be out with the rest of the team, celebrating the fact your best friend just won one of the most prestigious races in motorsport history. 

But instead you were on a balcony with someone who could be considered his enemy, listening to the way he sounded so defeated about letting down his home country once again, and you just couldn’t help yourself from leaning over and placing your lips on his. 

The second mistake was just a few weeks later when a double Red Bull DNF and a grump Max made you take solace in some other paddock friends (knowing Max just needed space to be grumpy before he talked about it), and instead of dancing all night with friends, you found yourself hidden in the corner of some club making out with a certain Monegasque man. 

The biggest mistake was not even a week or so later, another country for another grand prix, only this time you had lost Max and the others and instead found yourself in Charles Leclerc’s hotel room. 

It all led you to now—summer break for the Formula One season—where you promised your best friend you would spend time with him in Monaco.

Except, instead of Max’s apartment, you were in his rival’s on the other side of Monte Carlo. 

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” you murmured against his lips, the plush sofa beneath your knees making it comfortable as you straddled the driver in the dimly lit living room. “This is a bad idea.” 

“It’s a great idea,” he argued as his head ducked down to press kisses down the column of your neck. 

“It’s a mistake,” you said firmly, but maybe you were trying to convince yourself more so than the boy underneath you. 

“All five times?” Charles humoured. 

“Those were one night stands,” you muttered, knowing full well you should be pulling away, creating some distance between you both as you spoke. “They didn’t mean anything—“ 

“You’re more than just a one night stand, cherie,” Charles groaned, hands around your waist tightening almost like he could read the thoughts in your head that wanted to move away from him. “You know that.” 

And maybe deep down you did. 

At least you knew he was different from every other one night stand you had before. You knew that the feelings you harboured for the Ferrari driver were stronger than you had felt for anyone before. You knew that you never enjoyed kissing someone the same way you did with him, or touching them too. 

You knew that Charles Leclerc was like nothing and no one you had ever experienced before. 

“What are we doing?” you whispered softly, your hands resting on his chest with his racing heart beating wildly beneath your palm. 

“We are enjoying each other and the pleasure we give each other,” he told you, his lips tracing over your pulse and you could have sworn you felt his lips twitch when your breath hitched. “And I can promise you I am enjoying every single moment of it.”

Your hands slid down his chest, pausing at the waistband of his sweatpants as you fiddled with the drawstrings. “Yeah?” 

He gulped a little. “Yeah.” 

“You enjoy me touching you, Leclerc?” 

The teasing tone of your voice wasn’t lost on Charles, not at all. But it was hard for him to even bite back when your fingers dipped beyond the waistband, your fingers wrapping around his cock and squeezing him in a way that made every thought in his head just stop.

“Shit,” he hissed between clenched teeth as his head fell to rest on your shoulder.

“That doesn’t sound very encouraging,” you murmured as your thumb swiped along the head of his cock, a soft whine escaping his lips as you did so.

“Baby, please,” he moaned, his soft pants fanning against the skin of your neck as he spoke. 

“Words, Charlie.” 

“I–” But the boy only let out a pathetic whine when you pulled your hand away, and it was quick reflexes that had his hands clamping down on your waist before you could jump off his lap completely. 

“I said words, baby, can’t do anything unless you say it,” you teased lightly, your palm pressing down the bulge in his sweatpants.

“Anything,” he rasped in a husky voice, his accent coating his words thicker. “I’ll let you do anything if you just touch me now.”

You had to bite down on your bottom lip to hide your grin. “Anything?” 

“Anything,” he confirmed. 

“Get those sweatpants off, Leclerc,” you ordered him as you shuffled off his lap, your knees hitting the soft carpet. “I want your cock in my mouth.” 

Charles groaned, muttered prayers whispered under his breath as he quickly shed his sweatpants to the side.

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[takeurexam]

dynasty || masterlist

teaser

genre:

non idol au, time travel, romance, rivals to allies to friends to lovers, crown prince to emperor taehyun, reader gets appointed as an concubine, inspired by korean history

pairings:

taehyun x reader

(warning, this does not reflect the REAL idols personality, and no smut will be written to respect the idol, and i am not comfortable as well, the taehyun in this ff is not the actual taehyun)

summary:

in which you, an excellent law student about to graduate collage suddenly get dragged into the past, meeting the famous-fawned over emperor of the kang's dynansty. but you getting dragged into this mess was beyond a mystery, and it seems like you have something deep to discover. meddling with the past is a risky decision after all.

inspired by korean history and mr. queen so yes, i'll be using korean outfits and the palace will be inspired as well.

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chapters:

[teaser]

1:

𝑻𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔

Your life seems to be going well, good grades, graduation, friends, life was going so well. Two days before your graduation, you find yourself in a whirlpool to another era, in where the Kang's lead the country, The Kang Dynasty. Confusion washes you over as you explore and adjust to the world, finding ways to get back home.

2:

𝑴𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏

After meeting other people and realizing the situation you're in, you decide to explore around the area, because why.. not? You might find info about where the hell you are and how to get back to where things were.

3:

𝑬𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓

You didnt expect to meet a royal too soon, and you share moments with him, which you either hate or cherish.

4:

𝑩𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓

After leading the Crown Prince, Kang Taehyun, back to his royal camp, you are met with a new bother in life; the crown prince himself. Staying for a while to offer help to the royal camp struggling with a certain problem, your talents are shown and appreciated which drags you to a mess with the ladies in the palace and town.

5:

𝑵𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆

You are dragged into a scandal, which gives off a hint of what is your current purpose in this world. Kang Taehyun is still a nuisance but sometimes you feel bad for him.

6:

𝑰𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕

You are reunited with Hobak and Odi, and a new adventure comes up. You set for a new town, and the palace has obvious corruption spread on the whole town.

7:

𝑺𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅

Settling your goals and your destiny in the current dynasty you're in, something meddles in between your planning. Something good. You also meet Soobin's family with shocking histories. General Beomgyu offers you a deal that maybe can get you rich. (just like you wanted)

8.

𝑷𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓

You settle in for a while, taking your time to adjust to your new future and life style. Definetely weird, but a new experiance for you.

9.

𝑬𝒙𝒂𝒎𝒔?!

Meeting the high-ranked officials, you all get a test whether you are good for the future emperor or not. A test where in you go through different stages of betrayal and backstabbing. How amazing.

10.

𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐤

You couldn't hide from the Crown Prince forever, and you suffer because of it. One exam remains, the ones determining whether you pass or not. The Palace may be bad, but it was suprisingly tolerable. Although, it feels as if the palace is hiding something within the pillars.

11.

𝑨𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒆

You discover a secret hidden within the palace walls that no one dares to spill. The Cheol Family has dirty work spilled all over, that no one wishes to clean up. Kang Taehyun finally meets you after a while, after your round of hide and seek. Your last exam comes up, as you anticipate with an ounce of hope that you pass.

12.

𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒕

Entering the royal court for the last test, you cant help but be nervous. How well you do is what lies ahead in the future.

13.

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 (𝑶𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕?)

A feast is hosted for your new achievement. But after achieving the "Imperial Concubine" title, things start to get busy for you. Coming from the position of being almost useless to one of the most crucial roles in the palace, you cant help but complain. Complaining is in your nature anyway. But your complains give a whole different outcome from what you wanted. (You're both okay and not okay with it.)

14.

What are we, in the 1800's?

After the horseride in the forest with the Prince, a new spark inflames. Gossip people has heard about the incident, sparking rumours about the crown prince and the imperial concubine. One concubine hears this, which makes her borderline furious.

more chapters to come!

updates every 1-4 weeks, depending on my schedule

[fallingforfelix]

❛❛sex with felix❞

당신의 사랑은 매일 밝게 빛나는 햇빛입니다

your love is the sunshine that brightens every day

.° ༘🌙⋆🍯₊˚ෆ

synopsis: how i imagine felix in bed

pairing: felix x fem!reader/gn!reader

content: 18+/explicit (MDNI pls!!), borderline smut, non idol au ig, second person pov but no use of ‘y/n’ cuz that shit gives me the ick, reader is described as female in some parts but is gn for the rest

warnings: whiny!felix, whiny kink, praise, degradation, after care, safe words, consent, protection, skirt kink, boob kink, cowgirl, public sex, fantasising, blowjob (m and f receiving), pussydrunk!felix, ab riding, showoff!felix, kissing, making out, hickeys, insecure!reader??, femboy!felix, foreplay, finger fucking, tease!felix, physical touch (cuddles), breeding threats, switch!felix. lmk if i missed anything!!

word count: 800

note: this ff is completely fictional, and based entirely off of my imagination. i feel like this is just all my kinks/preferences combined and a mix of my favourite felix fics. please feel free to share your ideas and opinions on ‘sex with felix’!! alsooo HAPPY STAY WEEK!!

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i feel like he’d be so whiny in bed

or maybe that’s just my whiny kink

but he’d be so easy to please

ofc you don’t mind though

it just turns you on even more

would definitely shower you with praises

“shit. when did you get so good, princess?”

“i just can’t get enough of you. i need to taste you.”

”fu—uck. you’re so tight babydoll, my cock is practically choking right now.”

but would also degrade you

“you’re such a fucking slut for me, you know that?”

“don’t. don’t fucking cum. wait for me.”

“looks like i’m gonna have to ruin this pretty cunt of yours.”

cuz he knows it gets you dripping

after care, safe words, consent ofc

and protection

(unless you're on birth control cuz, let’s be honest, condoms are a nuisance)

that’s just so felix coded

there’s no way he doesn’t do it

i’ve been possessed by the idea that

felix would either have a skirt kink

or he’d be wearing the skirt

and i just know he’s a boob man

he’d fuck you in cowgirl style

just to see them bounce

he’d encourage you to go braless

even better if you’re wearing a tight white shirt

just to see your nipples poking through

if you went to the beach in your bikini he wouldn’t be able to control himself

he’d check his pulse

and resist the urge to bend you over and fuck you in front of everyone

i don’t think he’d be a fan of public sex though

it would embarrass him way too much

but he’d fantasise about you whilst he’s gaming

imagining you giving him head under the table

or he’d dream about bake sessions with you

where he’d coat you in icing and lick it off

his tongue game is no joke

he’s a rapper after all

143% pussy drunk

his mouth is as good as his cock

i feel like he’d be such a show off during sex

like flexing his abs

or his biceps

also felix has muscles hello!?!?

anyways

he would never tell you this but

he’d love to see you ride his abs

(lwk feel inspired to make a felix drabble on that lol)

i just know he’d cum in his boxers the minute your slick pussy comes in contact with his abs

he’d love to see you getting off to his abs

that’s how proud he is of them

also felix and kissing, making out, and hickeys are like a match made in heaven

every sex session would come after a make out session

he’d kiss you on the lips whilst pounding deep inside of you

would kiss your inner thighs before eating you out

and then he’d place kisses on your cunt

he owns the word ‘hickeys’

he’d mark you everywhere

especially in the places that he knows you’re insecure of

cuz that’s so felix core

he’d even help you cover them up afterwards

femboy felix things..

but he’d love it even more if you were the one leaving those deep, rosy bruises

he wouldn’t care where

on his abs?? yes or yes!!

but you know the spot where he’s most sensitive

his adam’s apple.

boy he’d be so whiny

even if your lips just gently brushed against it

(fuck yeah, i’m making a felix drabble on this one, cuz i can’t be the only one madly in love with his adam’s apple)

foreplay, foreplay, foreplay.

he’d be kissing you, eating you out, and fingering you

before fucking ruining your cunt

he’s a huge tease

he’d go so dreadfully slowly

cuz it makes him throb hearing you beg the way you do

deffo the most gentlest guy ever though

until you tell him to fill you up

then it’s game over for you

we all know physicality is felix’s love language

he’d be so touchy and cuddly

even if it’s nothing sexual in the beginning

(it ends up with felix threatening to fill you up with his babies)

his voice>>

it would drop like 808 octaves

he’d be fighting the red lights intro just to talk to you during sex

his voice would be so raspy and low that you’d be crumbling and wet within nanoseconds

sub felix is literally the most rightfully and respectfully hot human being in this universe

i can’t be the only one imagining how dazed and blissed he’d look after you’re finished dominating him

he’d look so inevitably fucking gorgeous

i feel like felix would be a switch between dom and sub

i could honestly see him as both with no preference

all ik is that he’d 127% pin you down if you called him cute

or he’d become a blushing mess if you called him hot

yes, i’ve made reader fem overall but i feel like he wouldn’t gaf about who he’s sleeping with honestly

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© fallingforfelix, 2024 tag if inspired

[hyomacchi]

Prompt 23 | being unable to keep their eyes off of them

─ pairing. chigiri hyoma x gn! reader

─ tw. none

romance prompts

Chigiri is familiar with being stared at by hundreds of people in the entire world. But why he can't even read a single sentence of a book when you're staring at him. Are you even blinking?

"Could you stop that?" He finally said after can't handle the fact that you're just looking at him like he's some sort of a precious gem.

"Stop what?" You said 'innocently' making an irk mark appeared on chigiri's forehead. "Staring at me." He said huffing before continue to try to read the book in his hand.

"No could do. I'm starting to enjoy the view~" You said teasingly, enjoying how this little habits of yours making him flustered. Sighing, chigiri close the book and move closer to you. Wrapping you tightly in his arms.

"You're such a nuisance." He sighed. "At least I'm your nuisance right?" You said, kissing his cheek. "...yeah.. " Chigiri mumbled then hid his face in your his clothes.

notes. i love him so much help. Pls request or my whole blog will be full of chigiri ff. Also, new layout <3

[wonopia]

NUISANCE | 008. with you

[WC] . 2888 prev ! mlist

the next afternoon she had turned in her history homework, getting admitted to go to the prom. eunbi, hana, yunjin, and her had planned to get ready at soyeon’s house.

as soon as the girls arrived, they took their turns showering before doing each other's makeup.

after about 3 and a half hours they tossed on their dresses and they were ready for the prom. the theme for prom was ‘fantasy wonders’ and soyeon knew exactly what to wear.

she curled her bangs, tying 2 small braids on either side of her head that met in a curly bun with the rest of her hair, down in curls, and she wore a long flowy white dress that barely reached the floor. (i cannot describe for my life)

it was tulle and from the stomach up, it shaped her very well. the dress was thinly strapped and was tied along her shoulders. on her right shoulder she had a tulle flower shaped ribbon on the strap with white heels.

“hyunjin’s here!” soyeon exclaimed, rushing downstairs. she grabbed her white handbag before sliding on her heels, “i’ll meet you guys there, yeah?”

“have fun!”

“see you there!”

“don’t have too much fun,” hana added, earning a laugh from soyeon.

she opened the door and was met with a well dressed hyunjin. his hair was pushed back and he had a black tux on.

“wow.. you look great,” hyunjin complimented her.

“thank you, hyunjin,” she thanked, “you look amazing.”

hyunjin chuckled, reaching in his pocket to reveal a clear box with a corsage, he took it out of the box before tying it around her wrist.

“this is so pretty! thank you,” she gushed, she was actually pretty nervous. 

he guided her to his car before driving to the school. as they approached the entrance he held his hand out.

“shall we?” he asked, she accepted his hand while faking a british accent, “we shall.”

they walked in, the entrance hall was bright and pretty. along the walls, fairy lights fell down and roses and vines along the roof.

“this decoration is so gorgeous,” soyeon gaped as they reached the ticket entrance.

“thank jeongin,” yena shrugged, “he had a pinterest board and everything, have a fun night.”

they laughed, jokingly teasing the idea of jeongin having a pinterest board.

“let him be,” soyeon defended.

hyunjin continued to laugh about it, his eyes crinkling, “that's so not like him.”

as soon as they walked in, they were filled with admiration. it was utterly gorgeous. there were already loads of people dancing on the floor, couples claiming seats near walls and tables within the gym.

“should we take a picture?” he asked, signalling to the bright flashing on the right of them. the line not so long.

“sure,” she smiled brightly, she was so shocked with how well everything turned out. as they waited in line, her eyes couldn’t help but look around- keeping an eye out for jungwon.

she wanted to see him, take a picture with him, maybe even dance with him. with the possibility of that its almost impossible. they both showed up with someone.

“soyeon, we’re up,” hyunjin told her, catching her attention. she nodded as he grabbed her wrist lightly, bringing her in front of the camera.

they posed three times before recieving it. first they posed normally, second they posed with a funny face, and third they attempted to take a cute ‘bestie’ pose.

once they took pictures, they found a table that heeseung had claimed. soyeon sat beside hee and they immediately started to talk.

“so it didn’t work out?” she asked, with a sad smile.

hee nodded before shrugging, “she was way out of my league anyways.”

“no way,” soyeon gasped, “she was stupid for not wanting to be with you. plus, you're so charming.”

“thanks, soyeon.”

she felt someone tap on her shoulder, it was hyunjin, “want some punch?”

“i can get it,” she assured him, “stay here and chat with heeseung.”

he was about to decline the offer but heeseung beat him to it by asking him a question.

soyeon had no clue where the drinks were, but she was determined to find it. she continued to roam around for a while before reaching it. coincidentally, jeongin was one of the helpers.

“innie!” she gasped, waving at him.

“oh my gosh, soyeon?” he questioned, “you look so good.”

“thanks, innie,” she smiled.

“would you like two fruit punches?” he asked.

“um.. yes please.”

soyeon looked around as she waited for jeongin to fill the two cups for her. still no jungwon in sight. maybe they were running late?

she shook off the thought by accepting the two red cups from jeongin, “thanks innie, i’ll see you later!”

“see you, soyeon!” he waved with a big smile.

soyeon was able to return to the table, she placed the two cups beside hyunjin when she spotted her best friends there.

“took you guys long enough,” soyeon scoffed.

“well since we’re here, let’s go dance!” hana screamed, sitting up from her seat. she pushed all the girls out and onto the dance floor.

‘starships’ by nicki minaj started to play. the crowd of people getting more crowded, everyone squishing together. ignoring it all, she continued to dance keeping her eyes on her friends.

rows of songs had played and by the time ‘i’ve got this feeling’ started playing, she walked back to the table with sweat on her forehead.

when she returned, hyunjin and heeseung weren’t there. they're table was empty and her handbag was set neatly on a chair covered by a jacket.

when she picked it up in her arms she could immediately recognize the scent. it was jungwon’s jacket which meant he was here.

she placed the items back on the chair before walking in the busy crowd of dancers. he had to be in the crowd. he had to be dancing.

soyeon left the crowd before noticing the change in beat, it was a slow song and the floor was getting cleared up.

soyeon sighed defeatedly and was going to go back to the table until a hand pulled her back lightly, unexpectedly it was hyunjin.

“it’s a slow song,” he pointed out, “shall we dance?”

she debated on bailing on him but the guilt sunk in quick, “fine but only one song and one song only.”

“okay okay,” he agreed, dragging her onto the dance floor. she placed her arms around his neck, his arms creeping around her waist.

“now what?” she asked with an awkward smile.

“we can just talk normally,” he told her, “about anything.”

she nodded, wanting him to say something first.. looking down at they're feet.

“hyunjin, i..“

“soyeon, theres something i need to tell you,” he says as she looks up at him to see what he’s got to say but he has this look in her eye that makes her feel guilty, “i.. i have a small crush on you.”

she sighs, “hyunjin.”

“okay maybe its not small, maybe i’ve been liking you for a while now but this is really no pressure into dating me like at all,” hyunjin assured her, his grip tightening the slightest on her waist.

“hyunjin, i’m so sorry,” she apologized, he gave her a confused look.

“for what?”

“well we’re going to the prom as friends and.. i didn’t know you were going to go confessing to me today. if i knew—“

“which is exactly why i had to tell you today,” he explained, “i know you like jungwon.”

her eyes widened at his statement, her grip loosening on him, “what?”

“there’s no denying it,” hyunjin spoke a little louder, “so please just once, let me,” she looked at him with furrowed brows before he leaned in quickly, locking their lips.

after a second too long she pulled away, “hyunjin,” she gasped, looking around hoping that jungwon hadn’t seen it.

but she could recognize that haircut anywhere. she immediately started to run for him before hyunjin pulled her back, “i have one more question.”

“what, hyunjin?” she asked, clearly annoyed.

“out of all the people, why him? he’s treated you so bad for years and after one switch up, he’s got you wrapped around his finger?”

“i.. i don’t know, hyunjin,” she sighed softly, “if only i knew.”

with that he let her go. she ran off in the direction jungwon had ran. soyeon sprinted through the hallway entrance sprinting past familiar faces before being met with the cold air. she spotted him walking into the parking lot.

“jungwon!” she called out, ignoring her he continued to walk, “jungwon, please stop,” she said, it was almost inaudible, “jungwon, i like you."

he came to a halt, trying to process her words. she walked up to him, grabbing his forearm to turn him around to face her. her eyes scanned his face for anything, any sign of hurting.

“i didn’t kiss him back—“

“but you didn’t push him away,” was all he needed to say for her to know that he was angry.

“i did,” she whispered lowly, “you left too early to even see me push him.”

“i already left so what’s the big deal, you could go back.”

“why are you so mad?” she asked, annoyance laced in her voice.

“because someone just kissed you!” he almost yelled catching her off guard. he broke eye contact with her, trying to find the words.

“this is going to sound really cliche but if i was brave enough to ask you out quick enough, that would’ve been you and i on that dance floor. it would’ve been me driving you here, it would’ve been me you took pictures with, and it would’ve been us.”

“it still can be,” soyeon whispered, “jungwon, can i be your date to prom?"

his eyes met hers, his hand making its way to her cheek before leaning in to kiss her.

they broke the kiss, forehead to forehead, “i made a sign and everything,” jungwon confessed, “i had planned to ask you right after the trip to seoul but hyunjin beat me to it.”

“what about sumi?” she asked.

“i told her i’d think about it and at the time only jay knew the plan but it fell through when i heard hyunjin asked you so i told her we could go but just as friends.”

soyeon smiled but couldn’t help but feel relieved. she pulled away to look at him, “so is that a yes?”

he laughed, caressing her cheek again before going in for a second kiss.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

they walked back inside the ‘fantasy wonders’ themed prom, walking hand in hand. soyeon could feel her heart thump heavily, she swore it was loud enough for everyone to hear it.

“is that a photobooth?” soyeon asked, pointing to the corner of the gym.

“let’s go take a picture,” jungwon said while pulling her with him.

there was a prop stand in front of the booth with a sign “feel free to use!” soyeon looked over their options before grabbing a blue cookie monster ‘beanie’. jungwon smiled widely at her revealing his dimple.

“cute,” he mumbled, quickly picking up a very similar one except it was elmo. they both tossed them on before jungwon opened the curtain so she can go in first before closing it behind him.

she sat down on the seat, jungwon sitting beside her as she clicked the buttons to change the settings.

“okay okay,” soyeon started, “what poses?”

jungwon paused, “we’ll just improvise,” he shrugged with a guilty smile that she couldn’t get tired of.

“whatever you say.”

jungwon reached in his back pocket before pulling out his wallet, sliding in a couple of dollars.

“there will be four poses!” spoke the machine, their faces popping up on the screen, “you will have 5 seconds to pose for each one. ready? five, four, three..”

the pair looked at one another, jungwon grabbing the hands of the beanie to squeeze it together. soyeon copying him before turning to the camera.

click!

soyeon smiled nervously before making a funny face— looking at her nose with fish lips, pulling the hands of the beanie away. jungwon posed with a peace sign.

click!

moments after finishing them, they picked up the photos. it dropped two so they clearly decided to keep one each. they took a couple more photos together before walking back to the table.

“i really like this one,” soyeon complimented, pointing to the photobooth films with the hats on.

“i like this one,” he showed her, quickly pulling it away as she tried to take it.

she glared at him jokingly, “burn it.”

“you look cute, what do you mean?” he laughed.

she could feel a smile tug at her lips.

“i’m surprised they had those types of hats at a fantasy themed prom.”

soyeon nodded, “i know, so much for working on my hair for about 2 and a half hours.”

“hey yeonie,” he halted once they reached their table. as expected their friends were no where to be found, “do you want to dance?”

she paused, listening to the music and turning to the dance floor.

they were starting a slow dance. she groaned with a smile, burying her face in her hands.

“of course,” she mumbled, putting her photos in her purse. jungwon stuffed the photos in his jacket pocket, placing it on top of her purse before interlocking their hands and bringing her to the dance floor.

when they made it to an empty spot on the floor, he faced her. his hands finding his way to her waist, naturally she placed her arms around his neck.

she looked around, seeing people staring becoming self conscious.

“hey,” jungwon spoke calmly catching her attention, “are you okay?”

“how are you so calm,” she scoffed yet her smile remained.

he laughed lightly, “trust me, i’m freaking out inside,” he assured her, reaching for her hand, placing it on his chest.

his hand over hers as she felt his heart racing. the more they swayed she felt more comfortable. she put her arms back around his neck, trying to contain her smile. she couldn't stand the close proximity.

for some reason, jungwon couldn’t keep his eyes off of her, but for soyeon she couldn’t even look him in the eye longer than two seconds before becoming a blushing mess.

“i’m really glad you chased after me,” he started.

she looked up at him with soft eyes, “i’m glad i did too.”

he looked at her intensively with genuine interest.

“stop looking at me like that,” she mumbled, glancing to the floor.

jungwon laughed again for the millionth time that night, “like what?”

his dimple deepened as he smiled. his question was genuine plus he didn’t know she could ever get flustered so easily with eye contact, he found it adorable.

“i don’t know,” she smiled awkwardly, pulling him closer to her so she could place her head on his chest.

soyeon could feel and hear his heartbeat next her ear, reminding her that he was there.

“jungwon,” she began, he hummed in response and it ticked as she felt his chest vibrate against her cheek, “i like you.”

“i know,” he smiled, placing his head on top of hers. his arms hugging around her torso, keeping her close.

“no, i mean.. i like you.. a lot. everytime i’m with you, i get this feeling in my stomach. it’s indescribable yet i feel so at ease, sometimes it makes me nervous; especially like right now because i’m scared i’ll fuck everything up,”

she continued, “but i really really want us to work out.”

jungwon kissed her forehead pulling away to look at her, “so do i. i liked you before we even started talking, as in when I teased you,” he tried to explain, she laughed at his confused face, “when sunoo and I hung out, you also had to hang out with us. i cherish all those memories every second of every day.”

“oh yeah,” she smiled at the memories, “i still think that’s embarrassing that i had to stick by you and sunoo just because i didn't have friend's of my own.”

“i remember this one specific moment during the summer before our freshman year when you fell off of the swing and your leg was bleeding,” soyeon's smile slowly faded, focusing on his expressions, “and i had to carry you all the way back home while running. i genuinely thought you were gonna die.”

“i still have the gash,” she shrugged, “spoiler alert, i didn’t die,” soyeon smiled widely revealing her teeth, the outer corner of her eyes crinkling.

he didn’t respond back, looking at her with so much intention. as much as she felt like looking away, she couldn’t. she just stared back at him.

it was until he started leaning in, stopping right before their lips touched, “can i kiss you?”

his voice was shaky. he was just as nervous as her and could feel his pulse in his neck. she nodded slowly, closing the gap between them.

it didn’t feel long but when she pulled away, he was the one flustered. he hid his face in the nape of her neck, holding loosely on her waist. she could feel him smiling.

“yeonie,” he inhaled, her scent made him giddy but he attempted to hide it, “will you go on a date with me?”

© wonopia 2024

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[lazysublimeengineer]

Half of the fandom should stop picking on Nanase and his assists to Rin.

Let me tell you the hard truth here.

NANASE IS NOT THE ONE MESSING UP HIS GAME AND RIN COULD'VE SCORED ON HIS FIRST ASSIST IF HE DIDN'T DO SOME EDGY SHIT LIKE PICKING UP ISAGI LIKE A WET CAT AND TELLING HIM: HERE'S YOUR VIP SEAT. BEFORE HE KICKED THE BALL ONLY FOR HIORI TO STOP IT THAT BECAUSE HE HAS DELAYED IN KICKING IT FFS.

Y'all need to stop saying that the author should stop forcing the chemical reaction between Nanase and Rin when ALL THIS TIME NANASE IS ONE OF THE MOST USEFUL PLAYERS IN PxG.

Before you hit me with Charles being a superior midfielder, let me remind you that half of the time he's a nuisance to Rin and refused to cooperate and pass the ball to him except for Shidou. He only see Rin's worth when he lost control and went on Berserker mode.

NANASE HAS BEEN ON RIN'S SIDE SINCE THE START OF THE GAME WHETHER HE'S ON A BERSERKER MODE OR NOT. HE MADE USEFUL ASSISTS TO HIM AND I SWEAR TO GOD IF HE DOESN'T MAKE TO TOP 23 AND INCREASE THIS BID, I'LL PROBABLY GO BERSERK MYSELF.

[thornsent]

YOUTUBE EXODUS MASTERPOST

fuck youtube and fuck their anti-ad blocker policy. aside from advertisements being a capitalist nuisance where we are the actual product being sold, ads which contain flashing lights or otherwise triggering material can and do harm people, and youtube's decision to ban ad blockers will impact these folks the most. here I'm gonna talk about what I use to mitigate this bullshit!!!

DESKTOP - FREETUBE

Ublock and Youtube are basically in an arms race right now, and the instability and inconsistency of FF working with ad blockers isn't great. Today, I can't watch anything on desktop, it's totally blocked for me as long as I'm logged into my account.

I would recommend switching to Freetube, which is a client for youtube that runs on your computer, ad-free. You're able to import your subscriptions and search history, and a proper playlist function is in the works.

In order to export this stuff for Freetube, you'll need to log in to youtube and click on your icon. In the list that pops up, click "In order to export this stuff for Freetube, you'll need to log in to youtube and click on your icon. In the list that pops up, click "Your data in Youtube".

From here, click on "Download Youtube data" on the dashboard card. You might have to click "see more" for this option.

This is where we get particular. First, hit the button that says "All youtube data included"

In the list that pops up, deselect everything except for history, subscriptions, and playlists. Then click okay, which will return you to that ^ page above. You then need to click "multiple formats", scroll down to history, and change the format to JSON.

Once you've done that, you can click "next step" and decide if you'd like for the data to be emailed to you or put in your dropbox or whatever. all the files will be in a .zip folder, so extract them somewhere convenient, and if you plan on using Newpipe for your mobile device, KEEP THAT .ZIP FILE!

Once you've installed Freetube, go to settings -> data settings and import your subs. the file for this will be nested in a folder named "subscriptions" in the .zip file you extracted. Do the same thing with importing your history, but make sure to select the file that's named watch_history. importing playlists is not yet a feature for freetube, but I recommend downloading yours anyway.

From there, you're free to watch desktop Youtube, addless as God intended.

MOBILE - NEWPIPE

I've used newpipe for years now, and it's a game changer. You can download as audio or video files, play in the background with your phone locked, and still have your subs and playlists. it's lightweight and has a great UI.

The great thing about importing your subs and other info to Newpipe is that it's less fiddly. Go to your subs, and then tap the three dots in the right upper corner. Then tap import from, and select Youtube. Select the .zip file from earlier (you saved it, right?) and it should import all your stuff. If this doesn't work, Newpipe provides instructions on alternative ways to import your subs/playlists/etc on-screen.

Don't subject yourself to advertisements. You deserve better. Get Freetube, Get Newpipe, and if other people have suggestions, feel free to add it to this post!

[blerb-f1]

This one goes out to @leclerking and their lovely anon! I saw that ask and suddenly felt compelled to write my first FF in like 10 years. Hope it ain't too bad because golly gee i haven't written since it was actually 2011. I also don't know how to do this Tumblr thing so i hope it works lol. Also, i kinda ignored parts of the prompt but not like purposely but i really can't do that because that isn't my personality and your girl is struggling. Anyway, enough rambling. I hope this is fine still.

RBR!Sebastian Vettel x Ferrari!Fem!Reader

Y/N stood in front of the hotel rooms mirror, desperately trying to force her hair into some kind of suitable hairstyle. Something that wouldn't make her look like an absolute buffoon. Something that would convince her team that she was a viable member coming into the future.

Currently, life sucked. Ferrari was rethinking her staff contract quoting "Cost Cutting Measures". Cost Cutting her ass, more like saving money for the execs to waste on vacations or something. Additionally, her mother had started jumping on the whole "Married by 22, kids by 25 train" and started calling her a withering vegetable that no one would like. Telling yourself that you, you're a cool rock and nothing hurts you is one thing, but having your mother repeat mean thoughts iis different. That shit sticks. Couldn't a Gal enjoy her life for a moment before settling down?

Y/N finally gave up, resorting to her hair just staying loose with some spray on glitter on top. That stuff would stick everywhere but nothing would be able to worsen this day by now. Her dress already almost entirely covered in glitter, she felt like it almost was a wall against all the outside forces, which were ready to fight her. Especially that walking, lovable, hateable nuisance called Sebastian Vettel with his cursed curly hair.

One last breath. Air in, air out. 'You got this', she muttered while checking her appearance one last time.

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As it turned out, she didn't got this. Seeing her Ferrari Coworkers all happily dancing, enjoying her life, while her great F1 Dreams were sitting on a knife's edge drove her mad. Sebastian had sent her a wink along with a cheeky expression coming from the Red Bull table. Normally she'd be ready to throw hands at him. Maybe steal a touch then and there. But not today. She was about to follow her dream of working for her Idols Team.

She sat in the darker part of the stage, eyes still focused on Sebastian as she saw movement at the Mercedes Table. Michael Schumacher had gotten up and walked towards Sebastian. Seeing those two together always irked her weirdly. Schumacher was her Idol, Sebastian was the rude thought that woke her up at night.

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"ANOTHER WIN FOR VETTEL!" the announcer screamed loudly, his voice penetrating Y/Ns Ears badly. She pressed her hands on top of her ears as she saw her favourite Nuisance approaching, not that she'd ever let him know. His smug grin practically made her blood boil.

He stared into her eyes, savouring the defeating expression she showed.

"Well, Schatz, what do you say now, huh? Need me to show your Team how to drive a car?"

She sighed. He always called her Schatz which grated her nerves badly.

"Oh Honey, don't need you to do that. But you'd better go ahead and give your car the stroking she deserves. Kinky Kylie has the only ass you'll ever get close to and she deserves it after carrying you to victory"

Y/N crossed her arms, giving him a disapproving expression. Sebastian's Eyes widened for a short second before returning to his usual smug grin. "At least Kylie runs well. Never seen a Shitbox like yours." He turned around to leave before facing her one last time : "You know, your ass could be the next one if you'd like?"

Y/N scoffed. "In your dreams, Vettel."

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Michael seemed to talk to him about something. Important Driver things propably. Weirdly though, he kept glancing in her direction as if telling Sebastian something related to her? Did he hear about her getting axed? Telling him that this Nuisance would be gone? 'No, unlikely 'Y/N thought.' Michael Schumacher wouldn't do something like that. Not to a staff member.' Nonetheless, her thoughts kept spiraling and tears started threatening to spill out of her eyes.

She quickly collected her purse and rushed to a side hallway, sinking down on the cold ground as large shimmering droplets started spilling down her face.

Life sucked. What was she supposed to do? She left school and started working for Ferrari. She didn't have any other plans, this goddam Team was her Dream!

The woman leaned against the wall, the cold surging through her thin dress as a cold stream of air hit her shoulders. She opened her teary eyes and glanced in the direction of the cold stream. Of course, he had to appear. Sebastian Vettel in the Flesh. He quickly stepped towards her with an almost concerned expression on his face. Concerned? He? For her? Y/N tried to bite on her lip to stop the tears from spilling but-

"Don't". His voice being so much much gentler than usual. "That only hurts but doesn't stop the tears"

She scoffed. "Why do you care?"

Sebastian slid onto the ground next to her. "Because I can't stand seeing a pretty girl like you crying. Who made you cry like that?" he asked before turning towards her. His face returned into his usual cheeky grin. "Or are you crying because you can't have me?"

"Shut up Vettel" she managed to mutter in between sniffles before grabbing a tissue to wipe her tears.

Sebastian relaxed against the wall, staring at Y/N. "Tell me what's going on. Crying won't do shit, you know. Gotta tackle those issues before they blow up more than they already do."

She just stared at him again. "Why" punctuating each word. "Do you care?"

"MaybeIDontWantToSeeYouCry" he quickly answered.

"Weren't you happy to see me cry after a race?"

"That's different. So, What's up? Talk or I'm telling Michael to solve this." He gestured widly.

Y/N blew her nose before finally giving up. No chance of winning today. She stumbled over her words for a second before finally speaking.

"Ferrari wants to axe me. And mom threatens to disown me if I don't get married soon."

"Oh"

Of course. He wouldn't give her a real answer. This stupid-

"Oh Schatz." Sebastian spoke. "That's a tough situation you got there. I don't know why Ferrari would want to let you go but honestly, their strategies are sometimes stupid as fuck so I'm not surprised. And you, getting disowned, because you aren't married yet?"

Y/N stared at him wide-eyed. ".. Yeah"

Thoughts seemed to rattle in his brain as he noticed Y/N starting to shiver in the cold room. Slipping out of his jacket before draping it over her shoulder which gained him a bewildered expression.

"That's more like the Y/N I like, you know. No tears."

".. You like me?"

"I uhh" he blushed. "I never said that! But I can't have you gone from F1, that won't be the same without you. I could talk to Christian. If you'd be fine with Red Bull of course?"

Y/N still was bewildered. He…actually liked her? Enough to talk Christian Horner into letting her join? She felt her stomach churn at the thought of leaving the Ferrari and joining Red Bull of all Places. But somehow the idea of staying with him sounded nice. Very nice.

"You mean it?" she asked, pulling the jacket tighter.

"I do." Sebastians Expression was very serious. She'd never seen him like that before. Not smug or teasing but honest. This was enough to convince her to give in. She let herself sink onto his shoulder, hands falling into these damned soft looking curles as her face laid against his neck. He only felt his neck heat up more before letting his hands rest on her waist.

"Does that mean Yes?" he asked, almost shyly.

She learned forward and pressed a Kiss against his Lips, Hands locking into his hair. "Is that enough of an answer?" His brain was long gone, melted. Flirting was great. He was great at it but Y/N made his Thoughts go wild. Kind words turned into teasing mean remarks but that somehow worked out well didn't it? As his own hands slid through her glittery hair, Y/N asked a Question:" What were you and Michael talking about there?"

The difficult one. Mean question.

"He noticed you looking down and asked me to check on you, quoting you'd be embarrassed by someone older doing it or something"

She hummed against his chest, reveling in the warmth that his body provided. "I guess the Marriage Issue is also solved."

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After almost one long hour Sebastian and Y/N emerged from the corridor, looking noticeably more disheveled / covered in glitter than before while stealthily trying to return to their seats. Corinna, who said next to her Husband, sent him a warm smile." See? I was right about them. You know, Was sich liebt, das neckt sich."

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TL:

'Was dich liebt, das neckt sich.' German proverb meaning people who love another tease another

[the-path-to-redemption]

This has been reiterated a thousand times but it's unfair to Ruby to prescribe her all those utmost positive, goodest, purest traits because the writers seem to have forgotten that she's supposed to be a human being not a cardboard cutout indisputably acting in accordance to what she's normally "supposed" to be like and thus should be allowed to get vicious and vengeful for once, especially if the cruel circumstances have been pushing her mental health to that point. Let Ruby get those negative emotions out. Let Ruby have a long term grudge against Cinder, Mercury, Emerald. Let Ruby shove Jaune against the ground and give him a reality check, rubbing it in his face that he's no hero, nor "the only one" who could do it as he delluded himself to think, he's the murderer of her friend.

Not gonna lie to you, I was on that rabid sports fan shit when Ruby FINALLY got to go off on her neglectful ass friends and sister in V9 because my god she needed that. An entire kingdom collapsed because of her bad decisions and hubris, her uncle is still missing the last she saw him, the rest of her friends are stranded in a Grimm-infested desert and HER BEST FRIEND WAS MURDERED AGAIN. Let Ruby be angry and sad and human for once ffs.

I hate that, once again, Jaune's anger and misery were prioritized while Ruby's was demonized. He got to be embraced and coddled by his friends while Ruby was cast out and treated like a threat by fucking everyone around her as if she were a nuisance. I went from being angry at her to just feeling bad, because she's not even a character, let alone the protagonist when the writers don't give a damn about how she feels after a catastrophe.