#ofc is sad bitch hours

[broken-heart-raven-queen]

What do you think happened to Riko's room?

Obviously there wasn't anyone who would want his stuff (well, that's a lie, maybe some sick fans would want them, but I'm talking family here) and I can't imagine Tetsuji cleaning it all, wich means that probably Ichirou sent someone to pack it all up and get rid of it.

But that meant that that person needed to box Kevin's old stuff too, and maybe they sent it all to him.

So imagine Kevin, grieving completely alone and recieving his boxes after all his time away and finding some of Riko's stuff mixed with his.

[bunnihearted]

📚📖🧸

[widevibratobitch]

i hate my uni sm lol i dont want to be heeeeere let me out let me out

[luxraydyne]

honestly thinking abt it i’d definitely have preferred if danganronpa v3 had actually fully committed to the “fiction that hates you and mocks you and wants you to question why you still enjoy it bc you become brainless amoral voyeurs whenever you engage with it, you people kinda suck ass tbh actually” reading all the way to the bitter salted earth end. like i doubt i’d have *liked* the weird superiority complex vibes from it and the whole deflected creative ennui onto the audience still. but i’d for sure have to at least *respect* the gumption, the sheer full-chested audacity of the choice, especially in the context of this specific franchise, if the writing didn’t spend like an extra hour pussyfooting around doing a watered down, sugarcoated little backpedal into “oh no, not you actually bc you specifically are special and nice and good and don’t count”. this trial is way too fuckin long anyway like pick your bit and stick to it binch. call me a sucker to my face binch come on!

[bpd-angelcake]

ok that’s it taking applications for new love interests I have had enough

[hwallazia]

SKIN – 정윤호

synopsis . in which yunho soothes you after your boyfriend breaks up with you.

pairing . jeong yunho & fem! reader

genre . fluff, angst, lovers to exes (reader with her bf), friends to lovers?, non idol!au

taglist . @bro-atz @purplenimsicle @vampzity @iykyunho @yyaurii | apply to join my taglist ♡

word count . 2,4k

DISCLAIMER! cursing, slight degradation (yn is called a “bitch” by her boyfriend), lots of tears, yn’s got a boyfriend whose name is never mentioned, yn in here has dark hair (sorry for my light-haired babes, it’s just for the plot), sabrina carpenter sad songs (yes, that goes as a warning), physical and psychological insecurities, cutest pet names (princess, baby, love, yun & more), body worshipping, just softie bsf yuyu showing all his love to reader ><

NIC’S NOTES this fic has a piece of my heart, i put all my poet ass in it lmao. ofc it’s inspired in “skin” by sabrina carpenter (song rec alert !!). enjoy, dearsss <3

“come to my place. now” was what you had told yunho when you called him. and no more words nor explanations were needed for him to rush into your studio apartment’s door.

a soft knock reverberated across the gloomy room while you were too busy rotting on your sofa, a feather pillow was pressed against your pale face by your hands as they grasped the fluffy material. you groaned before forcing your body up, your stocking feet idly searching for your black and white slippers. tired body shuffling its way to your door.

you swung your door open revealing your best friend’s figure, enveloped in an oversized hoodie, hands busy holding a basket full of your favorite sweets and scented candles. you also could take a peek at some teabags, also of your preferences. “bought some things on my way here. you sounded a bit off so i thought these could make you feel better.” he muttered as he analyzed your state, smudged mascara on your cheeks catching his attention.

your boyfriend of two years had called you to ask you if you were free tonight. as excitement rushed through your veins, you accepted frantically; you hadn’t seen him in so long since he was on some sort of business trip, you didn’t know. he didn’t clarify what it was for and you didn’t even bother asking, limiting yourself to only wish him the best and tell him how much you love him and to be safe. your small studio apartment felt so small and empty without his joyful presence, yunho having to fill the void. but finally, finally, the two weeks; fourteen days; 336 hours, and fifty minutes passed, though they did at the pace of a turtle.

you tracked the flight of the airplane he was in as the two-weeks-accumulated anxiety was overflowing you. when your screen informed you that he’d arrive in only ten minutes, you changed your clothes, did your makeup as fast as lightning, and drove, ignoring a few traffic signs, to the airport. and you waited, and waited, and waited. he never showed up.

with all the people that passed you by while you lingered in that airport, you tried to convince yourself that maybe he was there or that his flight was delayed. the most nonsensical excuses were formed in your head. you were quick to grab your phone, slide your finger across your screen, and type anxiously against it, your eyes moving from side to side, up and down, looking for his contact.

to love: “where are u”

to love: “have u arrived yet?”

no response. your feet were starting to feel your weight too much, feeling sore as the minutes passed. a teardrop threatened to roll off your cheekbone but you resisted, holding onto a miserable bit of hope. and then it started raining, the heavy drops hammering the walls made of glass of the airport and you heaved a sigh. a part of you refusing to accept that he wasn’t there and that you had to rot in a cold, lonely bed again for god knows how much time. your index finger was firmly placed on the on and off button of your phone, checking your screen every five seconds, envisioning the relieving sound of a “ding” indicating that he had finally replied to you. sadly, it didn’t.

although, he had taken the time to answer to your desperate messages four days later, you were still excited to meet your lover again, after being apart for such a long time. you were supposed to have a pretty dinner date at his place, or at least that’s how you interpreted his words. actually he had said “we need to catch up! come to my place by 6”, but you still dolled up as if you were modeling on the fucking red carpet. and you regretted it so much.

a few sips of the sparkling champagne were enough for you to start confessing how much you had missed him and everything you had done in his absence. your crystallized bubble crumbled down so fast, though. only five words, five damn words were necessary for your eyes to start welling up with precious teardrops.

“we need to break up.” he had said. emotionless. as if he was giving you the fucking hour.

“what. why?” your eyes peered down his soul as you tried to retain a few tears that already demanded their release. you processed his words and spoke, “and what do you mean by need?” 

your scattered voice didn’t hurt him. not at all. “i’ve been hiding something from you for… too much time.” you gasped. your ears tickling in anticipation. “sorry, but i’m in love with… someone else.”

the glass of champagne that rested on your hand on the edge of the table slipped off it and met the floor, the crystal and liquor spread all over it, messing its neatness up. tears started to flow down your heated cheekbones, your bottom lip caught between your teeth. “how long?”

your simple question received a simpler answer. “eight months.”

your throat ran dry but you still managed to speak back through gritted teeth. “eight months. was i not enough for you? were those eight months happier for you?”

he stood up, now both of you speaking face-to-face. frown brows decorated his expression. “why bother telling you?”

“answer me!” you demanded, your voice and heart naturally breaking with each passing second near him.

“fine. those were the best months of my life. she’s the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen, her soul is just as bright as her blonde hair. she treats me like a king, yn. and what have i gotten with you? nothing but just shitty nights, crying myself to sleep because of our never-ending fights.” he breathed before continuing, “don’t you understand that you’re nothing compared to her?”

he deadpanned and you couldn’t bring yourself to hold eye contact. your knuckles turned clearer as you tightened your fist. “fuck you.”

you didn’t think twice before standing up and making your way out of that unforgettable apartment, not daring to look back; you managed to hear a faint “you asked, bitch!”. once you walked out of the building and entered your car, you fell apart. mascara stains all over your face and smudged lipstick around your mouth. the tight grip you maintained on the steering wheel was alternative in function of not breaking your fist by punching a concrete wall. you turned up the radio, desperately looking for a song that’d cheer you up. but “opposite” by sabrina carpenter started playing.

you drove home with the singer’s soothing voice and melody in the background as the lyric was blabbered by your broken self, hitting naturally differently. at this point, your face was a mess, unlocking a new feature of you. before arriving home, you thought of yunho. yes, he’d definitely be the solution —or distraction— of all this disarray. so you typed “yuyu” on the contacts’ search bar, rapidly hitting the call button.

and he picked up so fast, promising you to be at your place in 10. and here he was, wrapping your core with his large arms in a warm, much-needed hug. you allowed the rest of the teardrops that hadn’t fallen to do so, a patch of wetness on yunho’s hoodie.

“do you wanna talk about it?” his soothing voice comforting you. he waited patiently for you to recompose and be able to formulate non-blabbered sentences.

“it’s him, yun.” your words were muffled by his cloth, yet still audible for yunho to comprehend. “he cheated on me.” you lifted your face up his chest, teary-eyed. “for eight fucking months.”

genuinely, yunho never liked your boyfriend. there was just something about him that triggered yunho, so he rejected him from the very first start. still, he didn’t say anything about his repudiation towards your boyfriend since he was a witness of how much you adored him. the little girl grin your lips would form every time you talked about him was so cute. a facet of him wished that smile to be caused only because of him though. he’d tell you how he felt about your boyfriend, but not now. not when he has you breaking down on his arms.

“come on, princess. let’s lie on the couch.” he mumbled as he scooped you in his arms, holding you soundly. idly, you enveloped your arms around his toned neck and hid your messed-up face in the crook of his neck. due to his height and the small space of your apartment, five steps were enough for him to lay your core all along the fluffy, light-colored couch, your ankles hanging off of its armrest. he sat next to your head and you lifted it a bit, indicating him to put his legs under your nape to use his thighs as a pillow.

he trailed his hand up and down your untied hair, alleviating your pain away. “what did he tell you, hm?”

you exhaled deeply, remembering his harsh words, your irises being covered by a watered shield for the nth time that night. yunho’s thumb rushing up your eyes and brush them away. “nonono, baby.” he whispered tenderly, swelling your heart up even more. a moment of silence was given to you by him. “take a deep breath for me.”

your chest rose and fell as you followed yunho’s instructions, your teary eyes locked with his, full of sweetness and affection. his thumb still working on the constant waterfall that kept flowing down your cheeks. you kept your breathing pace calm and collected, a proud, beaming smile adorning his face. “that’s it, sweetheart. just like that” he kept quiet for a moment before speaking again. “whenever you feel ready, just vent with me.”

five minutes passed and yunho didn’t seem bothered because of it. hell, he’d give you all the existing time for you to get over that jackass. he adored you way too much and thought that you were too beautiful to be crumbling down because of him. and he didn’t have to say it, his eyes spoke for him, perfectly reflecting his devotion to you.

your deep sigh pulled him out of his trance. and you finally started spilling out all your thoughts. “i asked him if i wasn’t enough for him and if he had spent those eight months with her happily. i don’t even know why i did that. i must be some sort of a masochist” you said causing yunho to let out a breathy chuckle. “he said that they were. and that she’s the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, with a soul as bright as her hair.” his words tattooed on your skull. your voice nearly broke. “and that i’m nothing compared to her.”

“and did you believe him?” he questioned. “do you?”

“i—“ you stammered, not knowing your response. your misery and self-love were tearing you down to pieces. “i don’t know, yun.”

“and you’re so wrong for that.” he stated and you tilted your head slightly in confusion. “honey. look at you” his hand flew down your thighs, caressing the upper part of them. “your legs, so smooth and strong. ready to take your beautiful soul to any corner of the world.” he continued his path up to your arms, stroking them. “your arms, so slimmed and powerful. they make you look like a little defenseless girl when in reality you can knock tons of people with just your fist.” you choked a chuckle, flattered because of his praise, which seemed to be never-ending since he kept on going, his long palm rubbing your covered abdomen. “your perfect sized-belly with the most hypnotizing curves known to man.” he dedicated a few seconds of his journey along your core to draw soft circles on your waist. and he moved on, reaching your neck. gentle fingers grazed its sides. “your neck, covered in the most perfect constellation of freckles.”

you giggled, your skin way too flushed since you were locked in a prison of praises. “okay, yun. we got your poin—“

he shushed you right away. “mm. i’m not done yet.” his right hand cupped one side of your face, his thumb caressing your cheekbone. “your cheeks. so cute whenever you’re nervous or embarrassed. like right now.” he admired the view of your pinkish skin for a bit longer before locking his honey-dripping gaze with yours, now completely absent of tears. “and your eyes. your intoxicating, saturn-like eyes. the little beam that always shines in them reminds me of the stars, y’ know?” he confessed. “and don’t even get me started with your endearing, beautiful soul.”

the palm of your hand cradled his face, his head tilting against your touch as he covered it with his own. “yunho..”

your whisper tickled his heart. “yes, love?”

your heart ached for healing, its wounds crying out for solace. you firmly believed that yunho’s lips held the remedy you so desperately sought, a cure capable of mending the fractured pieces of your soul. you stood before him, every beat of your heart echoed with hope and longing. when yunho finally leaned in, his kiss was more than just a touch—it was a gentle balm that eased your pain, restoring a sense of wholeness you hadn’t felt in months. in that moment, you knew that the healing you had yearned for was not only possible but was unfolding before you, one tender kiss at a time.

as yunho’s lips lingered on yours, you felt a warmth spread through you, an escape from the lingering chill of your recent heartbreak. even though you knew in the back of your mind that you should give yourself time to heal, to focus on your own recovery and self-discovery, the desire to be close to yunho overpowered your rational thoughts. his kiss was a sanctuary from the storm of emotions, a fleeting moment of solace that you clung to desperately.

when he finally pulled away, his eyes searched yours with a mix of concern and affection. you could see that he understood the uncertainty you were feeling, but he chose to respect your vulnerability. “you don’t have to rush anything,” he said softly, “i’m here for you. no matter what.”

you nodded, a mixture of gratitude and confusion in your eyes. “i know,” you whispered. “i just... needed this.”

yunho took your hand gently, his touch comforting and reassuring. “take all the time you need,” he said. “i’ll be right here.”

as you let the tender moment just end, you felt a mix of emotions swirling inside you. the healing process was far from over, but yunho’s presence gave you a glimmer of hope. you knew that it’d take time to rebuild and to understand what you truly needed, but for now, you allowed yourself to cherish the connection you shared with him. the road ahead was uncertain, but at least you weren’t walking it alone.

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[rubra-wav]

[ Entry #9 ] Various Vox headcanons

A/N I've got a post coming up about what I think it'd be like to actually date him coming up, (alongside Snap part 2 ofc, I'm just taking my time w it to try keep things accurate) so here's some points which will lead into that next post + other misc stuff I've been thinking abt.

Cw: SFW above cut, NSFW below cut - 18+ MDNI, reference to manipulative behaviours

SFW

- While drunk, he's both very affectionate and cute but also gets really sad and clingy. If you stop paying attention to him for even a second while he's gonna start bawling like a giant baby. It's also the only time he's truly 100% honest with how he feels about you.

Basically; the mask falls right off, so he doesn't like to get drunk around people. He will deny all that's been said or done during this.

- He doesn't need to sleep but likes to - when he sleeps tho he doesn't really sleep in the traditional sense but instead goes into a preset 'sleep mode' for a specific set of time. He can also be rebooted remotely if you need him up before he's programmed to wake up again. (I discuss more abt this type stuff in entry #4)

- Follow up point: when he dreams while in sleep mode, his dreams play on his screen. He often dreams about becoming essentially king of hell and having people worship him like a god.

If you bring this up, he will be embarrassed as all fucking hell and will also deny it vehemently.

- He ends up getting water damage fairly often because he really loves swimming and aquatic environments ironically.

He's of course got ways of waterproofing himself properly, but usually he will do it badly or just not give a fuck about it and go swimming impulsively.

Will complain like a bitch after getting water damaged as well, holy shit. Blames everything but himself about it.

- Follow up: if you ever take this man to an aquarium on a date, he's going to be so fucking excited about everything he's seeing.

He will be trying to contain himself, but he may end up letting the mask of calmness slip at points and just start randomly talking a million miles an hour about whatever shark, fish, sea creature, etc. He's seeing. He loves sharks so much.

- Somewhat follow-up point: If you 1. don't tell him to shut up about shit when he starts getting excited and talking really fast and loudly AND 2. Actually listen?

He's gonna be so goddamn happy. Holy shit.

He's used to being told to shut up when he starts talking about ideas he has for a new VoxTek project, so if you give him feedback and your thoughts on it once he's done info dumping? He's gonna start internally screaming because he's so happy about it.

- Follow up follow-up: He doesn't take criticism well though. In fact, he's a baby. If you're in a relationship and you've gotten him out of his bs a bit with his ego being fragile as shit about everything, it'll be better but still pretty bad.

He needs reassurance that just because you disagree or think (y) would be a better alternative than what's his (x), that you still think it's a good idea, lmao.

- If you wear blue light glasses he can't hypnotise you, and he absolutely fucking hates it. In an argument or confronting him, you just put on bluelight glasses and cross your arms, and he's so annoyed about it.

You'd need to start wearing blue light glasses, because this asshole will be trying to hypnotise you into forgetting things if you see something of him that he deems 'undesirable' about himself for you to see.

- He's such a colossal attention whore that the second you are doing something thats not to do with him or talking to someone who isn't him, he's gonna be pissy asf about it.

Think glaring at you while pouting and loudly tapping his foot. He's such a little shit 💀

- He's so intensely touch starved it's not even funny. If you're doing anything his hands are gonna be on your hip, your back or your shoulders.

He desperately wants to be physically close to you but he also will never normally instigate cuddle sessions because he thinks it's embarrassing that he wants them so badly. If you instigate them, he will absolutely love it.

Just not in public, though. If you try to be super affectionate or maybe even affectionate with him at all publicly, he'll be pushing you away telling you to wait until later.

And will get mad if you try get a bit defensive about it with him.

NSFW

- He has barely any self-control and ends up getting unintentionally excited really easily - even in situations where he really shouldn't be. If you as his partner are cuddling him, sitting in his lap, touching his neck, or god forbid the ports, he's gonna get hard so quickly it's not even funny.

Him being touch starved is really a double-edged sword because he wants to be near you, but also he gets unintentionally way too physically excited about it and ends up embarrassed asf most of the time.

- Kinda follow up point: I feel as if he's extremely repressed sexually in general. He works extremely long hours to maintain his control over everything single day, and considering his tendency to start zapping things when he gets closer to finishing / overwhelmed, he'd likely not be taking any chances at all with that.

So when he gets physically near his partner alone (and also not even alone), his body just kinda goes 'time to make up for lost time'. 💀

- Most sensitive erogenous zones on him (outside of his dick obviously) are his neck and ports. I'm not sure if him having ports for nipples is canon or not, but if it still is, those are the more sensitive ones. The ones on the back of his head are still an absolute killer, though.

If you kiss his neck even softly, he'll be tensing up, and if you're kissing him or cuddling him and gently brush up against the ports on the back of his head, or your chest brushes against his and brings him nipple stimulation - he's gonna be getting a boner as quick as it gets.

- He doesn't really care too much about his partner's height, but I get the vibe that he'd have a size difference thing and would love a partner who's smaller than him (but not tiny still)

It would trip his ego so much to be able to physically look down on people in general, but with a partner? He'd be going mildly insane about it but in a different way.

Wear his clothes, and they're massive on you? He's gonna be turned on as absolute hell by that. Especially if it's one of his button ups and its neckline is plunging and giving him an eyeful of your chest.

He can easily pick you up and pull you against him in whatever way? Goes absolutely nuts about it.

I love it when I try to go,'this will only be short', then my brainrot takes hold, and my ideas just keep flowing. 💀

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[levilaughlove]

☁️► Heads up : M x m romance, cheating/disloyalty, mentions of emotional abuse, manipulation & gaslighting. Reader is taller than Levi by 3 in. Mentions of mental breakdowns & indecent language & ofc, smut.🗞 > Chapter 1 .

""Is this really how low you think of me?", Is what she asked me, Levi, am I the issue?" Your broken voice explains the situation to your longtime best friend, Levi Ackerman.

"I know I shouldn't have came to her like that..I should've been softer." You continued, only lower this time. "You did what you felt was right." Levi finally says. "How much kinder can you be to that self-absorbed bitch? She's drained all of your energy." He adds, hyperfocusing on your sleep-deprived eyes.

"If I showed you photos of what you looked like before you met her, you'd be astonished." He snarls.

"I know you're upset with her but, she is my wife." You defend. "Your wife or your disease?" You chuckle at his snappy remark.

The two of you sit in comfortable silence until your phone begins to vibrate. The device lights up revealing an incoming call. Levi sighs at the name on screen.

"How fucking convenient..." Levi murmurs. You gaze at him pleadingly & he whisps his hand through the air as a sign to answer it. You pick up the phone & accept the call.

"Hello?" You ask.

A muffled female voice could be heard from the other line. She doesn't sound too happy.

Levi's gray eyes glare at the phone ,then, rolls his eyes and falls back onto the bed. "A-alright, (f/n), I'll be home soon. Bye-bye." You quickly end the call.

"What did it say?" Levi asks unenthusiastically. "It? Levi, I know you don't like her but, please..." "I don't care, that's how she treats you, what makes her any better?" He quickly adds. You couldn't argue that.

Levi stares at you with an unexplainable expression in his eyes. "Before you think about going off anywhere, at least eat. She can wait 30 minutes." He says, arising from the bed & leaving the room. You follow quickly behind.

"I've got lots of options, mozzy sticks, mac & cheese, I can make you an egg & bacon sandwich.." He continues. "Egg & bacon sounds nice..." You accept shyly. Levi hums & begins to get the items.

While you waited, you began to think. You were so grateful that Levi still takes care of you, even after all these years. You reminisce on your favorite memory of him. It was bittersweet ,but the love & care you had for one another was evident. You were 4, Levi was 7 & he was moving far from your shared hometown. You were his closest friend & he was yours. On the bridge could be seen young you clinging onto Levi tightly with tears in your innocent eyes. Levi tried to keep a stone face even then but couldn't help how his heart felt.

" I'll be back, this isn't forever...pea. Stop crying.." Levi's voice shakes and he hold yours small body, hesitant to let go. "Why...please stay, I need you here.." Your tears kept flowing down your full cheeks, eyes loosely closed. A woman's voice called for Levi to hurry up. "I gotta go now, kay'?" Levi quickly wipes his tears, giving another attempt at a stone face. "Bye." "Goodbye, pea."

Just the thought of it makes you choked up but it doesn't just have a sad tinge anymore, but an innocent, admirable one. You wonder if Levi remembers that.

"Earth to M/n." Levi says loudly. "Hm? Yeah..." You look down to see Levi had finished making the food. Levi looks concerned for a second before returning back to his ordinary expression. You ended up staying much longer than anticipated. You knew your wife would raise hell once you were home.

"Fuck, it's been 2 hours..." You exclaimed worriedly. "If anything goes down, you could always come to me." Levi says trying to relax you.

You give him a thankful gaze before heading to the front door. Looking back once, you wave to Levi, which he nods to.

.

.

You cautiously open the front door to your house.

Your wife is sat on the couch, already meeting eyes with you. She looks furious. "I called you at 2:00 & you're only just getting home at 4!?" She screams then bolts over to you, trying to force intimidation. "Who are you fucking, huh?" She screams again.

"I was at a friend's...(f/n)." You slightly dismiss her and wander off to your shared bedroom, undressing yourself as she follows closely behind.

"So why the fuck couldn't you say so? You need to respect me more! Do you know that at any moment I could fuck you over!? WHO DO YOU THINK THEY'LL BELIEVE?! Me!" She lashes out snatching your phone from your hand, shattering it onto the wooden floor below.

You went into a state of shock, your eyes hyperfocused on her enraged person, everything that wasn't here seemed to look like static. You began to get dizzy. You held your head as you almost lost your footing. Levi, you need Levi. You can't breathe.

You shove past her, she falls to the ground forcefully. You just want to go. You need comfort, why is she like this? This wasn't who she was when you first met her! The rain is heavy outside as you push past the front door and onto the sidewalk, cars rush past you, adding to your anxiety. Your breathing gets heavier and heavier. It's hard to see due to the rain, you're uncomfortable & soaked. The rain wasn't the only thing dampening your face, but your heavy, warm tears.

Finally, the familiar door number 255 came into sight. You banged as hard as you could on the door. Crashes of lightning roar through the sky.

Levi opens the door & your soaked body immediately crashes onto his. He understood without words. You hyperventalate & try to explain but he hushes you, he already knows. Your eyes red & teary holding onto Levi tight, & likewise him to you.

Everything began to fade to nothing.

[nightfall-kachiniko]

Realistic aot heacanons 🙁

(Im sorry but I have to call them out )

includes: eren, mikasa (ish), Armin, reiner, sasha, bertoldt, pieck

eren would be a bitchy boyfriend. He’s so bratty. Like y’all saw how he talked to his momma. He’d be sassing you around. He’s the type to he like “ILL HAVE IT LATER” when you just made him a good ass meal. Ungrateful ass. (Sad hc but he’d probably treat you better than he treated his mom bc he regretted being a bitch to her but he’s probably be a brat to you)

Mikasa has no icks. Shes perfect. Just possessive but perfect.

Armin would probably call u honey bun or do that Yagami yato deku thing and call u puppy 😕

Sasha (I love her dearly) would be the annoying friend. I’m sorry but she’s be the friend who steals all your food and leaves you on the verge of starving after a whole 8 hour day of school. ofc she’s respectful (sometimes) but with her you’ll never get your work done. You’ll bring plushies to school and tell everyone not to touch it and then the SECOND you pull it out her Cheeto dust hands ARE ALL OVER HIM. I’m sorry I love you Sasha BUT WASH YOUR HANDS DAMN.

Reiners a good guy. No not an actual good guy. He’s one of those dudes who are like “girls like you don’t go after guys like me” LIKE SIR STFU like we all know u wanna put a gun to your head.

Bertdoldt an uwu guy. IM SORRY IM SO SORRY BUT NO DOUBT HES VERY SWEET BUT HE PROBABLY IS VERY AWKARD AND ACTS LIKE A DISCORD USER. (I love bear title tho)

Pieck is a very soft girl. Like realistically she’s the type to give you one of her good pencils in class. She’d probably come to school dressed up every day. Gives you her sweater and leg warmers. She’s just a really good friend.

But she uses :3 unironically.

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Tenya iida headcanons‼️🥳

Owns all social media that his class has to monitor them and make sure their posting ‘appropriate’ stuff or nothing mean.

Linked to the last hc, has twitter. He has a fan acc of his brother to show his support and he will correct anyone who gets any info wrong about tensei

Likes comics and wants to make one of his own one day and he has written his own little book, but it isn’t published or anything it’s just on his computer. (The book can be about anything you guys think he would write about.)

He makes sure to get to class early to leave little compliments or motivation quotes on the board for the students to see when they arrive

Struggles to tell the difference between platonic and romantic feelings, once thought he had a crush on ochako but he didn’t (or did, depends if you ship them)

Straight ally but demiromantic. Makes sure to show his support the best he can.

Use to have imaginary friends when younger, people lowkey thought he was crazy. He still sometimes thinks about them, but knows their fake obv.

Has a friend from childhood who moved away, they still have contact with eachother and iida loves to send letters to them. He sometimes complains to them about his class.. not in a bad way tho ofc.

Has a pet lizard named lizzy

tried to learn French for aoyama and when he tried to speak French with him he accidentally said something inappropriate and he still can’t stop thinking about it.

Doesn’t really understand emojis, he mostly just uses ‘<3’ ‘:)’ ect. Once when delivering sad news to someone by text he used ‘😹’ thinking it was crying. He learnt it wasn’t and apologised to that same person whenever he remembers about it

Pulls bitches. But he doesn’t necessary want to be in a relationship along with being a hero. However he does have a mini crush on momo but is in denial (I’m an iidamomo shipper leave me alone😓✊🏻)

Photogenic. he doesn’t even know he is, but he looks good without even trying🙏

Vegetarian

Daily phone time is atleast 30mins-an hour

Has a random obsession with jelly fishes. He knows so many facts about them. He just finds them interesting and pretty. Sometimes he would be like to his friends “this jelly fish reminds me of you!” Via message normally

Loves pugs. He owns one.✊🏻

Use to get called sonic a lot as a kid and still now but he didn’t know who sonic was, denki forced iida to watch a sonic movie and now he lowkey likes them, he watches sonic in his free time.. no one knows.

Sees special and amazing traits in all his classmates. He observes them the best he can so he can help them. Always knows how to compliment them and comfort them.

As a kid he found his quirk to be quite boring and nothing special but his brother helped him to see the amazing part of his quirk.

Mild-dyslexia, mild- ocd

Doesn’t really have a type, mostly goes for personality not looks.

Once didn’t do up his top button to be ‘ rebellious’ but no one noticed😕

Not the best at reading the room unless it’s really obvious

HATES wasps, bees or any ‘loud’ insect. He doesn’t know why but he does.

Fear of being abandoned and small spaces

Didn’t learn how to drive a car until he was 25

Has a projector in his dorm

Always feels ashamed of having problems. People have it worse. Are they even considered problems? It’s hard for him to open up, he normally hates to, especially if he knows the person he’s opening up to or is offering to talk has it worse.

Struggles to sleep due to his quirk, and he just struggles. He sometimes has nightmares about loosing his brother, friends and the first time he, izuku, todoroki, momo, Kiri met AFO

Views todoroki as a brother. (If that make sense..)

Grew up watching mr bean (just hear me out on him being a mr bean kid and even having me beans teddy irl🙏)

Doesn’t like going to graveyards or any religious place like a church beacuse he gets an off putting feeling, he feels like he’s being disrespectful yk? And he doesn’t like thinking about death. (He respects religions don’t get him wrong! This headcanon is lowkey based on me except I like going to graveyards)

Brings hand sanitiser with him no matter what

Present mic and Shouta use to look after iida sometimes when he was younger since in my au tensei and then are friends. Iida has a very vivid memory of Shouta and zashi kissing infront of him and a vivid memory of hizashi offering him beer😭

Listens to motivation music, I did have a song in mind but I forgot 😭🙏 and he listens romance music.. also once went to jirou for help on music.

Watched the titanic and cried.

Loves sunsets, always goes out and sees them, takes photos, invites people to just look at the sky with him. He finds it relaxing and a way to appreciate nature

Likes tea and biscuits, hot chocolate but doesn’t like coffee and not a massive fizzy drink fan, only really likes orange fanta

Basically knows all the drama. People usually come to him to just complain or talk about drama and he always overhears stuff without meaning to

Has all the wimpy kids books but no one knows

Fav animals are jelly fishes and seals.. he like sea animals if you couldn’t tell.

Has the NASTIEST side eye

MASSIVE gentlemen, he treats all girls/women with respect.

Fantastic listener however he can be distracted like if someone was doing something bad behind you or in his view he will pay attention to that person until he can’t hold it in anymore and tells them off as you were talking he but then apologises.

Not fully Japanese he’s 25% Swedish, 10% Greek

Is mei’s personal ‘test doll’ (nothing romantic 😭)

Everyone always asks him for piggy back rides and he doesn’t understand why. He’s only given piggy back rides to children, uraraka and people who need it like injured people. He figured it was because he can run fast and he wants people to experience it.

Has central heterochromia

Gets cold easily and always overdresses for winter

Likes decision games but most of the time picks the wrong decisions..and he like murder mystery games, he’s good but not the best

(Sorry if any spelling mistakes)

[samiwife]

Hi friend

Could I ask you for a Izzy Stradlin Headcanons and Preferences pretty please ?

YES OFC <3 We love our little Izzy <3 Thanks 4 the request <3

Headcanons and Preferences 𓆩⟡𓆪 (Ft: Izzy Stradlin)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

𓆩⟡𓆪 = Headcanons

Sex addict

Rough but sweet

Loves you no matter what

Gives you the princess treatment 24/7

Has a resting bitch face

Acts like he doesn't care but he really does

Gets sad when you don't ask how his day is

Loves ass and titties

Has a gorgeous voice when singing

Deep voice when he wakes up

SO HOT WHEN HE WEAR HIS COLLAR IS OPEN

You leave lipstick stains on his white shirts

HICKEYS EVERYWHERE

Gets jealous easily

Rough sex when he's angry

Loves it when you or he degrades you during sex

HE IS KINKY ASF

Has strong ass hands

Sometimes Izzy chokes you during sex

No matter how rough he is, he always makes you comfortable

Amazing aftercare

HAS A HUGE FUCKING DICK

Looks so peaceful while sleeping

STRONG ASS FUCK

Women would kill to fuck him

He is always loyal to you

Calls you by sweet pet names like "princess" and "babydoll"

Has a new hobby every week

Owns an apple tree for some reason

Drinks 24/7

Smells like alcohol and cologne

Quiet sometimes but he is very smart

He could talk for hours

Sometimes borrows your eyeliner

Has the cutest smile

Would be a good father

Pouts a lot

Thinks he looks cool but he looks kinda dorky

Sometimes his tough exterior turns cute

Loves to skateboard but he always gets hurts

Always has headaches

Always use alcohol or cigarettes to cure them

HIS NOSE RING IS SO HOT

Burps randomly to annoy you

Loves cats and dogs equally

Always cries silently

He is emotionally silent

His fashion always changes but it always looks good

Loves his friends but never hangs out with them

Has the prettiest eyelashes

You style his hair in funny ways

Has the perfect face to practice makeup

Lastly, he could talk to you for hours and he always opens up to you no matter how angry or sad he is. He's usually a quiet and introverted person but with you he feels he doesn't need to hide himself.

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

Imagine if reader was a big fan of this series/movie/show or smth, that they'd see and be an absolutely die hard fan about the whole thing about it whether the chars, plot, the story's style, you get the gist yknow

So ofc along with being die hard fan mode is obv indulging in its book, movie, musical, heck, even fanfics lmaoo

Andddd when there recently was play adaptation of the story showing, reader would absolutely go fan girl mode for the starring actor/s about them and their performance/portrayal of their favorite character/s

so I'm wondering how a certain actor would react to this..

Yandere! Theatre actor x gn! Technical team! reader

What if: Reader is an otaku?

Oh god. I don't know a show that well to be that obsessed. Videogames, sure, but shows or books? Uh... Have a manhwa, I guess? Beware of the Villainess go.

SINCE the ending of the main fic had darling kidnapped, we'll change this one to where Ignatius hasn't done that yet.

You were so intent on looking at your phone reading a chapter of your favorite manhwa, Beware of the Villainess. You heard it's going to have a play adaptation.

Sure, you don't know how that would work, but you know damn well you won't pass it for anything!

You don't really care for plays, but this is going to be an exception.

Especially as you pass by the panel where Nine, the male lead of the manhwa. You had a silly grin on your face as you looked at him.

A lot of people don't like the manhwa, cuz it's apparently boring, Melissa, the FL didn't have that much chemistry with Nine, etc.

You didn't care though. This is your comfort manhwa. So why would they care? You absolutely adore the characters, loved how strong Melissa is and is not a pushover, Yuri for breaking away from the stereotype of being a two faced bitch, and Nine for breaking away also from the stereotypical "cold and harsh" male lead.

This may not be everyone's cup of tea, but it's yours. And you're content.

As you read, your director painfully jabbed your side, making you sharply intake a breath.

"What the f... Oh." You flinched from your director's pointed look as he pointed at the stage where the actors are waiting for the lights to go out. "Sorry..."

The director rolled his eyes (unaware of somebody's gaze that was about to kill him on the spot) before berating you.

"Pay attention! We're literally on the last week of our rehearsals! You better keep your phone..." Your director grabbed your phone away from you, making you yelp in surprise. "... Away from you!"

You pouted, suddenly feeling sad before paying attention to the technicals in front of you, turning off the lights.

The scuttling of feet on the stage were heard as you put your chin on your hand, and your free hand on the lever to turn on the lights on a dim.

Hours later, when rehearsals are done, you stretched your body and snatched your phone away from the director.

Giddily hopping away, you got to one of the seats on the theater and snuggled up. For the next rehearsal set, you were not needed since all they had to practice was lines. So, more time for you to read.

As you scrolled down on a forum about the play for BOTV, you felt a presence beside you and you flinched again, not expecting company.

When you looked up, you were surprised to see the genius of the troupe.

"Oh, Ignatius." You were baffled. "Uh, hi."

Ignatius smiled calmly. His eyes didn't express that much, that's for sure. It was almost eerie how he's always so calculated. He's talented, and fools everyone with this main persona of his. But you know that he's more to it. That he's actually quite the--

"You got in trouble?" He asked in a light, amused tone. "That's new. What happened?"

You flushed red. "Ah, uh... Well, I was reading this."

You raised your phone, showing the forum you're reading.

"Well, there's this manhwa... I mean, like it's a webcomic? A Korean webcomic. It's named Beware of the Villainess and it's having like a play adaptation. It's like my favorite manhwa ever and it's so mindblowing that... Uh... Sorry."

You slowed down from babbling about BOTV when you realized you were rambling to Ignatius of all people.

But he looked like he didn't mind.

He really didn't. He knows all about your obsession with it after all. Even getting irrationally jealous of Nine.

"I know right! It's amazing. I've been reading it too! But it's kind of weird. I mean how are they going to do it? But it's quite nice to see such a cute manhwa getting a play adaptation of all things!" Ignatius started to ramble too, making you gasp in the sudden newfound camaraderie. "But it's in Broadway. It's really hard to get an audition..."

Ignatius jolted, realizing he let that slip out. "I mean.. I wasn't thinking of auditioning..."

You, in your buzzed high, held his hands tightly with a sparkle on your eye. "Yes! Audition please! You would do an amazing Nine!" You were practically beaming from the news.

Ever since you heard Ignatius being interested in the same thing as you do, you forgot that he's fake, and all you could think about is that you found a shared interest with the troupe's star.

Ignatius heart almost stopped. You were so close to the point that he can smell your scent. It smelled heavenly, and his shocked face almost cracked and slipped. His resolve dissolving as fast as salt on hot water.

"Y-yeah? You think so?" His voice, breathy and light, felt so distant from your happy ones.

"Yeah! I know you could! You're really insanely talented!" You grinned, before standing up to gush more. "You're like really handsome too, and has this air the same as Nine, so yeah! You will pass it!"

Ignatius, for the first time, clammed up from the compliments. And it's coming from you too.

"I-I will audition then! Sure, why not." Ignatius smiled, heart pounding. "I'll do it."

Then maybe you'll idolize me like those others.

He watches you gush and excitedly bounce in place.

Put your attention on me. More. More of it.

He clenches his fist.

He has to land that role. No matter what.

[lixzey]

Hi again babe😊 So I thought of a request, it’s kinda long so I don’t mind if you want to put it off or something but here I go anyway.

Timmy is older than reader by quite a few years (no minors ofc💀) but they’re dating and Timmy starts to feel like he’s manipulating reader because of the age gap so he breaks up with her and is kinda mean to her. Reader is really sad cause she did love him and kinda throws herself at him. then one day she overhears him having sex with another girl and starts crying and he catches her and basically admits how he really felt bad. And then maybe makeup smut and fluff. 👍bye, happy Sunday💕

A/N: Changed it a bit, i hope it's alright! So far, this is the longest out of anything I've ever written. My first attempt at smut! This took me almost five hours to write 😭

wc: 3.4k

Info: angst, age gap, unprotected sex, oral male receiving, masturbation, read with caution

More Than Words.

Y/N loved Timothée more than anything in the world. Timothée was ten years older than her, but it didn't matter to her. The two were paired in a movie and sparks flew almost instantly. At first, Timothée was hesitant to pursue her, being older than her and all. But Y/N proved that age wasn't an issue between them, since they were both consenting adults, nothing was wrong with what they had. But being in his late thirties made him feel like he was using her. Timothée felt like he was manipulating her into being in a relationship with him. Y/N was all that he could ever want, but in the back of his mind, it felt too good to be true.

“Y/N, I don't want to do this anymore.” Timothée blurted out. He had taken Y/N to dinner at a fancy restaurant where there were a lot of people dining. 

Y/N stared at him, “What do you mean, love?”

“I want to break up, I want to end this.” Timothée said flatly, though it was more like he was trying to be intimidating—which he knew wouldn't work with her. 

Y/N was glaring at him, her (y/e/c) eyes were darkening at the sight of him, which made him feel genuinely scared of the younger woman in front of him.

��You took me out to a fancy place,” she said, looking around. “A very public place. Where I'm not allowed to scream at you without looking like a crazy bitch.” 

Timothée winced and looked down, reaching for the glass of red wine that was in front of him and drinking all of it in one go.

“You're smart, for taking me to a crowded place.” Y/N continued, her voice low, “I applaud you for that.”

“Y/N I—"

“I'm not stupid, Timothée,”Y/N snapped at him. “I know what you're doing, you fucker.”

“You're very young, younger than me . . . and . . .”

Y/N's eyes flashed dangerously, and Timothée knew immediately that he had said the wrong thing. 

“I'm going fucking punch your pretty face if you finish that motherfucking sentence.” Y/N growled. He believed her. Y/N L/N wasn't one to threaten a person, but when she did, she would absolutely hurt you. Timothée swallowed hard at the sight of the furious woman in front of him, who looked extremely sexy and made him want to kiss her hard and run his fingers in her long hair. 

Timothée did his best to look intimidating again, but he knew that it was pointless because this woman—who he dated for a year—knew him better than anyone else.  “Y/N, I don't want-” 

“You don't get to break up with me, Timothée Hal Chalamet.” Y/n shook her head defiantly. “You're not too old for me, you fucking shit! How many times have I told you-”

“I'm trying to do the right thing.” 

“Fuck that right thing bullshit, Timothée! We've been dating for almost a year and I've told you countless times, I don't care that you're older than me! I love you for you, not because of your age.” 

Timothée looked around, thankful that no one was paying them any attention. Still, a public display wasn't something that would do their careers good. Y/N being in love with her career, and living her dream. He wasn't going to let her throw her career away—her anger could be explosive, and that wasn't good if this conversation went south. He called the waiter and practically threw money at him, before grabbing Y/N's hand and pulling her out the establishment.

As soon as the two reached his car, he opened the door for the glaring woman. Timothée got in his car and drove back to Y/N's apartment. Once they arrived at her cozy apartment, Y/N had her arms crossed over her chest, glaring at him and waiting for him to explain. 

“I-uh-you're amazing, Y/N, really,” Timothée started, shifting slightly under her intense gaze, “But you deserve . . . you deserve—”

Y/N scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Someone younger? Someone more handsome? Someone who's not as thin as a stick?” 

“Yes! But hey! I am not as thin as a stick, thank you very much!” 

“I don't fucking care, Tim! I want you. I love you. Only you. Please don't do this.” 

“You deserve-”

Y/N closed the space between them and cupped his face, “I don't care what I deserve! I chose you, I made my goddamn choice to be with you, to be yours!” 

“No. No. You shouldn't have picked me, I don't deserve you. You're young, beautiful, and incredibly sexy which makes this so much harder.” Timothée insisted, gently removing her soft hands away from his face. He wanted nothing more than to pin her against the wall and fuck her senseless, but he didn't want to use her. This was already hard enough. Saying no to her took everything, and it was killing him to push her away. “You just don't know any better because we jumped right into this too fast, I manipulated you into this.” 

“What? You didn't fucking manipulate me Tim-”

“Yes, I did!” Timothée yelled, running his hands into his hair, “I manipulated you into being in a relationship with me! You didn't know any better!”

“Are you calling me stupid, Timothée Hal!?” Y/N snapped, “I chose to be with you-” 

“Maybe you are stupid! Stupid enough to fall for my bullshit!” 

“Timothée-” 

“You shouldn't have chosen me, hell,  we shouldn't have been together in the first place!” Timothée yelled, “I'm fucking thirty-eight, Y/N I'm two years closer to forty! And you're twenty fucking eight! Ten motherfuckimg years younger than me!”

“Tim, are you even hearing yourself!?” Y/N yelled back, poking his chest,  “You're fucking drowning in your insecurities!” 

Timothée looked straight into the eyes of the beautiful woman in front of him, “I just want you to be with someone who's better than me.” Timothée mumbled softly, nearly whispering as he looked down at his feet. He winced when she placed her hands on either side of his face. 

Y/N scoffed loudly. “Oh, please. You keep on thinking that you're not worthy, but you are. You are fucking worth it, worth all of the fucking things in this world.” She titled his head using her finger, making him face him. “I love you, Tim. I love you more than anything in this world. You aren't just some older guy,” Timothée winced when she said older guy, but she just chuckled, “You're mine.”

Timothée gazed into her eyes, seeing the soft look of love in them which made it much more difficult to leave her.

“You don't deserve an old man like me.” Timothée mumbled, averting his gaze away from her. 

Y/N stepped back, before sighing and pinching the bridge of her nose, “So you think just because you're older, I don't deserve you? You're going to just toss me to the side? Make it better for the both of us?” 

“Was hoping to.” Timothée mumbled. 

Y/N glared at him again. He was really pushing her buttons. She didn't give a damn that he was older, yet here he was, making a big deal of it like an idiot.

“You're a fucking idiot.” 

“I know, I'm an idiot for forcing you to be with me.” 

“If you say that you forced me, manipulated me, one more time, I swear to God I'm going to fucking break your jaw.” Y/N snapped, throwing him a threatening glare. Timothée fell silent, staring at her as the silence painfully wrapped them both. He was waiting for her to cry and hurt him, throw things at him, call him an asshole and slap him across the face, or literally anything. He was waiting for her to kick him out for breaking her heart or tell him she didn't even love him—even if it was a lie—anything. But she stood there, glossy eyed and fighting back tears. 

“Y/N, I-” 

“No. You're stuck with me, Timothée. I'm not going anywhere.”

Timothée sighed, this woman was going to be the death of him. She was absolutely stubborn, and could be a pain in the ass if she wanted to. “Y/N, you're being stubborn, love.” 

“Did I fucking stutter?” Y/N hissed, “I'm not going anywhere.” She enunciated each word as if he was a little kid or as if he was stupid. Maybe he was stupid. 

Timothée groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. “Y/N, please don't make this any more harder—”

“No.” Y/N outright refused. “Haven't you met me? I'm not letting you go just because you're insecure. I'm stubborn? Hell yes, I fucking am.”

Timothée mentally kicked himself. He should have expected it when she refused to let him break up with her, he knew she wouldn't go down without a fight, and nothing will be easy with this stubborn woman—his stubborn woman. Timothée shut his eyes tightly; just looking at her, fighting for him, was painful. “Y/N,you don't know . . . you don't know what you're saying.”

Suddenly, Y/N crashed her lips into his, taking him off-guard. Timothée shut his eyes tight as he felt his knees buckle at the touch of her lips. Her fingers weaved through his curls, making him moan. Before he had the chance to think, he had his fingers buried in her long hair as he pushed his tongue inside her mouth, taking dominance. She tasted like heaven and sin, he was addicted. 

Y/N moaned, the sound of her moans made him crazy, making his already throbbing cock painfully twitch inside of his jeans. It was usually him taking dominance, and she loved it. But now, it was Y/N taking charge as she shoved him against the door, and he loved it. His hands went down to her ass, taking in handfuls of it. How he wanted to rip the dress off her and just devour her. Her lips felt like drugs, pulling him in deep every time. And then he finally realized what his intentions really were. He practically threw her off of him, feeling guilty when she yelped because she fell onto the floor.

“I'm sorry. I . . . I have to go,” Timothée said in a panic and ran out of her apartment, with Y/N trailing behind him. 

“Tim! Please, don't leave me….” Y/N called out to him from the doorway, tears in her eyes. He turned back and watched the tears stream down her cheeks. Timothée felt his heart break, he was being an dick to the woman he loved. Even if it was cowardice, he turned his back on her and walked away. 

Y/N felt her heart shatter into a million pieces. The man she loved, the man she wanted to grow old with, left and broke her heart. She wanted to scream and shout, she wanted to trash her apartment in rage and heartbreak. How was she supposed to live without him? Her other half? Y/N fell onto her knees and cried her heart out. 

An hour later she tried calling him, but he wasn't answering. She tried leaving voice messages, begging him to think about it and come back to her. She cursed him, yelled, cried, for hours until her body gave out and finally passed out.

A week later, Y/N was still crying her heart out. She was still leaving Timothée messages, still begging him to come back. But still, he wasn't answering. Her friends were getting worried, leaving her texts and calls as well, but she didn't answer any of her friends' calls and texts. 

Meanwhile, Timothée was drinking his guilt away. He kept on repeating each and every one of Y/N's voice messages. Hearing her cry and begging for him to come back made his insides twist, but he just wished that she'd forget about him and move on. But there was a part of him that hated himself for breaking her heart and wanted nothing more than to rush back to her place and kiss her, hug her, apologize for being such a dick. He would be lying to himself if he said that he didn't want to be with her. He wanted to marry her, have a family with her. But his insecurities got the best of  him. The past year of being in a relationship with her was the best year of his life. He missed her terribly, but he fucked it all up. 

Timothée sighed, before lowering his boxers. He stroked his throbbing length as he moaned her name. 

“Oh fuck, Y/N, oh baby.” he moaned as he moved his hand up and down his cock, quickening his pace as he relived the memory of fucking her against the balcony of his home. Her body, he wanted to worship her again. Timothée wanted to suck on her breasts as he traced every curve of her perfect body. He thrust his cock in his hand, grunting when he wasn't satisfied. Timothée wanted to drive back to Y/N's place so bad, he wanted her tight pussy to clench around his cock and fuck ber until she was screaming his name and came around him. He would just have to settle for his hands for the time being then. He got his phone from his nightstand and opened his gallery. He clicked open his private album of photos of her that he had taken while and after they had sex. He settled on one where her breasts and face were covered in his cum. 

“Oh, Y/N, fuck!” he moaned as he came, the sticky substance covering his hands. 

Another week later, he couldn't take it anymore. He missed her badly. He missed her smiles, her laugh, her sass, her care, her love, he missed her. Not having her body, not hearing her moans, not having her pussy clench against his cock, made him crazy. Timothée buried his face in his pillow, two weeks without her was absolutely killing him. But his pride was making it harder than it already was.

Suddenly, there was a knock on his door. He got up, silently cursing whoever was knocking on his door at this hour. It was fucking midnight, and he wasnt't expecting anyone. He opened the door and his breath caught in his throat. 

“Hi.” Y/N's soft voice echoed in his ears. Her eyes were red and puffy, and her hair was a mess. She was wearing sweatpants and a shirt two sizes larger. “Can I come in? Or should…..should I just go?”

“Uh, yeah. Come in.” Timothée opened the door wider and stepped aside to make way. “How…how are you?” he asked, scratching the back of his head. 

“Shitty. Absolutely shitty.” Y/N muttered as she made her way to his living room. “You?” 

Timothée stiffened, should he admit that he missed her so bad and was an absolute dickhead for everything? He stared at her, she looked miserable. She looked thinner since two weeks ago, her eyes were dull and practically lifeless. Timothée felt his heart break even more, the woman he loved was miserable because of him. 

“It's bullshit.” 

Y/N smirked at him, “Easier, huh?” 

Timothée chuckled nervously, “Nope, it isn't.” The two of them locked eyes, and before they knew it, they were kissing each other with the passion that burned inside of them. His fingers ran through her hair as his tongue entered her mouth, savoring the addicting taste of her. Y/N pulled away, which made him whine at the feeling.  

“What are we, Tim? I can't do this if you won't give me a proper answer.” Y/N whispered, her gaze slowly going down. 

Timothée tilted her head up, “I'm sorry for being an idiot.” 

“You're my idiot.” Y/N chuckled softly, “Are we okay again?” she asked hesitantly. Instead of answering her, he crushed his lips against hers. “Mine.” he moaned into the kiss. 

“Yours, forever yours.” 

Timothée picked her up, lips still locked together, her legs wrapping around his waist. He brought her up to his room and placed her gently on the bed. 

“I love you, I love you so fucking much, Y/N.” 

“I love you, Timmy. More than anything.” Timothée took off his shirt before pressing his lips back on hers, parting her lips with his tongue. He sucked on her tongue, savoring the sweet taste of her. Y/N bit on his lower lip, that made him moan into the miss. His hands trailed over her body while she pulled on his hair, whimpering at his touch. 

Timothée pulled away, tugging on her shirt, taking it off of her. He unclasped her lacy red bra with ease, taking off the offending fabric off of her chest.

“I missed these.” Y/N moaned as Timothée sucked on one of her breasts while her hands made their way to the waistband of his shorts, tugging them down along with his boxers. His cock was hard and throbbing as it sprung free.

“I still get surprised with how big you are.” Y/N chuckled, kitten licking the tip of his cock.

“Don't tease, princess.” Timothée whined. Y/N licked the tip one last time before bobbing up and down, taking his length in her mouth. 

“Merde! Princess, fuck, your mouth feels so fucking good.” he moaned, thrusting his hips forward making Y/N gag, drool dripping from the side of her mouth. She cupped his balls, sucking him harder and faster. 

“Oh, fuck, I-I'm g-gonna cum!” Timothée moaned as he released in her mouth. Y/N sucked hard, making sure to take every last drop of his cum. 

“Good girl. Now, on your back, princess.” he demanded, his voice husky. He slid her sweatpants down, taking her panties along with it. He slipped two fingers inside of her, making her whimper. He watched her as he moved his fingers in and out her, grinning when she gasped when he rubbed his thumb over her clit. “You like that, don't you, princess?” he whispered in her ear. “So wet for me, eager for my cock, aren't you?” 

“Yes, oh, f-fuck! Right there!” When he felt her walls beginning to clench around his fingers, he smirked and removed them, making her whine at the empty feeling. “Please, Tim, d-don't tease!” 

“What do you want, princess? You want my cock, huh, princess? Beg for it.” Timothée whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. 

“Please, Timmy, I want you, I need you! Fill me up with your cum until my knees give out!” Y/N begged, rubbing her thighs together to temporarily ease her desire. 

Timothée lined his cock up to her entrance, pushing in slow and deep, making her hiss. “So tight, fuck.” he groaned as thrust in and out of her at a slow pace, letting her adjust. He savored the feeling of being inside of her, her walls delectably suffocating his cock. He briefly pulled out of her only to thrust back in hard and deep, Y/N moaned loudly. “Fuck, harder! Please!” 

Timothée growled loudly and withdrew again, plunging back into her and hard and deep. “Mine,” he said in a gasping breath as he quickened his pace, Y/N's arms wrapping around him, her nails digging on his skin. Timothée gripped her hips, thrusting in and out rhythmically.

 “All yours, forever yours, only yours.” Y/N moaned. Timothée panted against her skin, growling and sucking at breasts. 

“I'm g-gonna cum!” Y/N whimpered, her nails digging deeper into his skin. 

“Cum for me, princess. Come around my cock. Gonna cum too, fuck!” 

“Oh fuck!” Y/N cried out, her arms and legs wrapping around him and gripping him tightly as she came hard around him. Timothée grunted as he spilled inside of her, “Fuck, I love you.” he whispered in her ear as he collapsed on top of her, kissing her neck up to her lips.

“I love you more.” Y/N chuckled tiredly. Timothée flipped her over so she was laying on top of him. He kissed the top of her head as she snuggled on his chest.

He missed her so much, and Timothée vowed never to let go of his woman ever again. 

“I love you, more than words can ever describe.”

@helens3amstuff @lovemelikecrazyiloveyoucrazy @gatoenlaciudad @thebetawolfgirl @bobthe-turmpetman29

[dw19791967]

That Feeling Part 2

Pairing: Dean x reader (eventual), OFC Tyler

Warnings: language, unrequited love, angst, unwanted kissing, depression, anxiety, and feelings.

Trigger Warning: This fic contains discussions of depression and anxiety and feelings that go along with those. If that could be triggering for you I would skip out on this one. It is based on some experiences I have had in real life.

*All mistakes are my own!

I apologize for this taking forever!! I have had some things come up plus been busy with work. I think there will two more parts after this one. Make sure to read part 1 to understand this part!

-Layla

*I do not own this gif.

I had finally made my way back to my room a little after 11 that night. Dean had held me and tried to calm me down the best he could. I told him I needed some space and he understood. 

I slept like crap. Kept replaying the event in my head over and over again. How could I be so dumb. How could I let this happen? Why did I have to react like that? 

I woke up around 8 the following morning. My eyes were still puffy when I looked in the mirror. I washed my face and brushed my teeth. I decided it was time to get dressed. I changed into a pair of leggings and an oversized t-shirt. I made my way to the kitchen to get something to drink. 

“Hey Y/N. Dean and I went and grabbed your car from that bar earlier this morning.” Sammy greeted me with a slight smile. I figured that meant Dean had told him what had happened. 

“Hi Sammy, thank you. I appreciate it. ” I looked at him. I’m sure he could tell I had been crying. I brushed it off. I went to the fridge to pour myself a glass of tea. I warmed it up in the microwave. Hopefully this would help calm my nerves. 

“Where’s Dean?” I moved to sit down across from him at the table. 

“He went out, should be back soon.” He paused. “Do you want to talk about it? I’m here to listen, you know, you don’t have to handle this on your own.”

“Not right now Sam. I kinda just want to forget for a bit ya know? I slept like ass.” I placed my hand on his. “I do appreciate it though.”

I grabbed my glass and stood. “I think I’m going to lay back down for a bit, have a migraine.” 

“Y/N….” Sam moved to stand as well.

“I’ll be ok Sammy, promise.” I looked at him with a sad smile.

God I hope I will be. 

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Dean’s POV:

I ran to get some of Y/N’s favorite things. Tea, chocolate, ingredients to make tacos, bubble bath stuff, and her fruity girl drinks. It always amused me that she hated beer. To quote her “who wants to drink something that tastes like warm piss?”. 

I carried the stuff into the kitchen. 

“Hey she got up to get some tea but headed back to her room. She said she didn't feel like talking.” Sam moved to help me put the stuff away.

“I figured. She told me last night she needed some space but I also know that's code for "I will need you to remind me you care at some point.” I’ll check on her after I put this stuff up.” 

“Go ahead, I got it.” 

I moved down the hallway towards her room. I hated that this happened to her. She’s told me about her past and it wasn’t pretty. It scares the crap out of me that sometimes humans are the worst type of monsters. I wanted to beat the shit out of every son of a bitch that had hurt her but she said it wouldn’t be worth it. It kills me inside that she thinks she isn’t worth it. She is beautiful, a badass, says what she thinks and doesn’t give a damn if it offends you, and has a heart of gold and would do anything for anyone. She has saved me more times than I can count in the short time I’ve known her. I couldn’t imagine my life without her. I can’t tell her this especially right now. I know she needs to get her head on straight. 

I reached her door. “Sweetheart?” I knocked gently.

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Y/N’s POV:

I had laid back down but of course couldn’t sleep. I laid there for an hour tossing and turning. Then I took some meds for my head. I guess crying and lack of sleep equals a huge ass headache. I couldn’t stop my mind from reeling. Maybe I deserve to feel like this? I mean I’m not perfect. I have made mistakes in my life, maybe this is my punishment? I have always struggled with depression and anxiety. Of course it got worse as time went on, especially being a hunter. I had managed to keep it under wraps pretty well until now. Now all the bad times are brought back to the surface. The boys don’t deserve to have to deal with my broken ass. Maybe it would be better if I left and spent some time on my own.

I felt my phone buzz below me. It was a text.

Tyler:  

Hey Y/N just wanted to check on you. I’m really sorry about how last night went down. I just thought that was what you wanted, especially since I had mentioned stuff before and you didn’t say anything. Anyway I am heading out tonight, want to meet up again? Maybe we could have a redo of last night and talk things out ;).

Shock was the polite way of describing how I felt reading his message. I needed to end this.

Y/N:

Tyler, I have thought things over and now realize I should have stopped talking to you sooner. Making lewd comments about my body, discussing being naked, telling me we were strictly friends, ignoring me when I needed a friend. There were a lot of mixed signals on your part. I guess me telling you that we could see where our friendship takes implied I wanted more and for that I apologize. This whole situation has made me realize that  I need to work on myself and put myself first. So this will be the last message you receive from me. Do not contact me again and please lose my number. 

I deleted the messages and blocked his number. I wanted a clean slate. 

“Sweetheart?” Dean was knocking on my door softly. 

“You can come in.” I moved to sit up slightly.

He made his way into the room. Seeing his face made me feel a little better. 

He sat down at the end of the bed by my feet. 

“I’m not going to ask how you are doing because I already know the answer. I went to the store and got some of your favorites. Is there anything you would like to do today?”

“I appreciate that De, you didn’t have to do that.”

“I know” he said with a smile.

“I would really like to sleep, I’m still exhausted but can’t get my mind to turn off. He messaged me, tried to apologize and get me to meet up with him again. I told him no and that I needed to put myself first. I told him I didn’t want to hear from him again.” I played with a string on my quilt to distract me from his inevitable reaction. I knew he would be pissed. Pissed that the idiot had the balls to message me, pissed that I didn’t tell him to take a flying leap.

“I’m proud of you for setting the boundary Y/N, that is a huge step.” He reached for my hand. 

Wait, he wasn’t pissed? Who is he and what has he done with my Dean?

“I figured you would be pissed at me for messaging him back.” 

“I mean does it piss me off that he thought it would be a good idea to message you? Of course. But I also know you needed to tell him the effect this had on you. You need to be able to move on, I would never be mad at you for doing that.” He moved his thumb back and forth across my hand. He always knew how to comfort me. 

“I appreciate that you have done more for me in the last 24 hours than I could have ever expected or asked of you. You don’t have to keep doing things for me ya know?” I looked up at him now. God, those eyes. He could ask me to rob a bank for him and I probably would. 

“I’m doing these things because I want to. You are my best friend, my girl. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you. I’m here because I want to be.” He looked into my eyes and smiled. 

“So you didn’t answer my question, what do you want to do?”

“I’m not really sure, I know I’m not up for being around a lot of people. I kinda just want to go for a drive and listen to music, try to get my mind to think of something else ya know?” I said. 

“If that’s what you want to do then that is what we will do. Get your shoes on Sweetheart, let’s go.” Dean smiled.

[nerdysleepybunny]

Hi! So I was wondering if you could write a Angel Dust x Reader (platonic) oneshot. Where the reader comforts Angel after dealing with Val. And in return, he comforts them when they are also feeling sad.

Feeling sad atm so this is comfort for me as well 😭 but yes ofc! <3

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom(s): Hazbin Hotel

Character(s): Angel Dust (ft. Valentino & clients)

Reader: Gender neutral (you/your)

Style: Oneshot

TW: Valentino being himself, suggested r@pe, abuse, crude language, alcohol, drugs

Summary: after dealing with a bad shoot, Angel Dust can’t handle dealing with any more fans, so he asks you to drive him back to the Hotel where you take the time to take care of him. He later shows you his appreciation.

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

“Cut!” Valentino’s voice cut through the sounds of sex, his accent clearer due to his anger. The men on top of Angel Dust pulled away and walked off set to take a break, leaving the naked spider curled up on the bed. Valentino stood from his chair and roughly took Angel’s chin in his hand, forcing their eyes to meet. Valentino glared as he watched his pornstar sob. “Why are you crying, amorcito? You’re supposed to look happy for the camera.” The pimp cooed, pretending to show the spider sympathy.

“It hurts, Val.” Angel whimpered through his tears. “Aww, poor baby… were they too rough?” For a moment, Angel Dust thought that Valentino would actually be gentle. But that hope was quickly shattered when he used his lower arms to grab Angel, roughly pulling him up. The hand he used to hold Angel’s chin shifted to slap him right across the face. “Well get over it, puto! They paid good money to fuck you!”

Valentino pulled out a pill and held it out to Angel Dust, who knew better than to disobey Val. He took the drug and quickly swallowed. Then he was pushed back onto the bed. “Now quit bitching and give me something good…” Valentino turned and walked coldly back to his seat, signaling for the clients to walk back on set. Feeling the drug start to kick in, Angel forced a smile as the cameras began rolling again.

…

Angel Dust sat in the corner of his dressing room, his upper hands tangled in his messy hair and his lower hands wrapped around his legs, holding them to his chest. He sobbed, refusing to look at the shattered mirror on his vanity. He felt disgusting, defiled. He had already taken an hour long shower, yet he still didn’t feel clean…

Then a vibration caught his attention. He crawled to his messy vanity and picked up his phone, quickly wiping his teary eyes so he can see the screen. His eyes widened when he realized it was a text from you. And suddenly, he felt a bit less sad.

Hey Angie, ur shift ended a while ago. U okay?

Of course you had memorized Angel’s schedule. After all, you often drove him to and from the studio whenever he didn’t feel like being harassed by fans. Angel Dust sighed and typed a response, too focused on talking to you to realize he was no longer crying.

Hey toots, I was just in the shower. Could ya pick me up?

Omw

Angel felt nothing but relief, knowing that you were coming to save him. And with your reckless driving, he knew you’d arrive in less than five minutes, despite how far the studio was from the Hazbin Hotel. And he was right. Soon enough, he heard the familiar sound of your car’s engine outside. Angel Dust grabbed his day clothes and held them to his chest, not bothering to change. He just wanted to get the fuck out of here. In nothing but his boots and robe, Angel rushed down to the lobby and out of the building, seeing you standing by your race car. Both of you smiled as you saw each other.

You opened the passenger door for Angel Dust, letting him climb inside before closing the door and going into the driver’s side, both of you putting your seatbelts on. Normally, Angel Dust didn’t care much for safety when he was being driven around. But you liked driving with speed, and if it weren’t for seatbelts, Angel likely would’ve met his second death ages ago. “There’s alcohol in the back.” You informed him, making him light up with joy. He reached back, and sure enough, a fresh bottle of whiskey was sitting on the backseat waiting for him. “You’re the best…” Then you switched gears, and Angel knew it was time to brace himself.

🩷☁️N E R DY S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

A cliffhanger because I miss doing those LOL also this was getting kinda long. I’ll make a part 2 if requested 🫶🏻

Racer!reader, anyone? I’d love to make more racer!reader as Angel’s best friend tbh

ALSO. HELLO?? THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING IMPLIED NSFW WOAHHH 😭 hope u guys don’t mind this kind of darker content!

[agendabymooner]

wild ! max v. x ofc (hearth sister!ofc) - tltl series

“‘cause when you look like that i’ve never ever wanted to be so bad.”

summary: sylvie came to the realization that a) she couldn't stop smiling at max's texts and b) she's in love with max. she only admitted to the latter when christian horner pointed the obvious. (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6)(7)(8)(9)(10)(11)

content warning: extremely incomplete piece, max being thirsty, christian horner being cool for once, use of explicit language, "they're just friends" trope, simp!max and simp!ofc, textfic + written (mari's mom = ofc + mari's dad = max)

note: i need to write my essay lolololol chile anyways enjoy xx

masterlist

Being allowed to work remotely was one of the best things that could’ve happened to Sylvie. The Haute Couture Paris Fashion Week came around way too quickly yet juggling two works at once was easily managed by her. Thank god for her manager. 

As soon as she flew to France to begin her week, her hands immediately turned off her airplane mode to contact Max and Daniel about Marinara. It was saddening having to travel away from the puppy, most of Sylvie’s support system were all at the same location to rest before the Austrian GP while she was in Paris to put on her best resting bitch face while she walked down and impress the front row guests with the newest collection made by the designer. She hated being away from Marinara. Especially when she was in Netherlands with her stupid fucking father that Sylvie called Max Verstappen.

Just as she was prepping for her first show, she immediately called for her manager to ask for her wired earphones. She immediately plugged it in and answered Max’s call. 

“I’m only an hour ahead of you lots,” Sylvie deadpanned, leaving Max to screech out in laughter. 

“What do you mean? I’m just saying hi,” Max exclaimed. He was in his room, Sylvie assumed.

“Where’s my baby?” 

“Right here,” he joked, showing his full face. Sylvie raised a brow, trying to figure out whether to laugh at his face or just ask him again. She did neither and took a screenshot of their FaceTime call— most of which was just his face. Perfect blackmail material. “Just joking. Nara is… with Blue Jaye and Victoria right now. I think Blue’s more excited about the puppy than Vic was.” 

“She was just telling me how she was pumped on seeing Marinara days ago,” Sylvie replied while she had her eyes shut, her makeup artist dabbing on some foundation in the process. 

“She thought that you’re the one heading here,” Max snorted. “She got too excited with you coming; she didn’t think it’d be a mini you instead.” 

“Hadn’t meant to disappoint her that much,” Sylvie rolled her eyes, “glad to hear Jaye’s loving Nara.” 

“Oh definitely,” Max nodded, shifting around his room while his front camera showed his moving figure. “It didn’t help that you’re not here though. Can you believe that? Two of my sisters are looking for you instead of me— their own brother.”

“I’d get excited about my sisters too, to be fair,” she held the microphone of her wired earphones close to her mouth as she continued to get her face covered in cosmetics. 

“You don’t have a brother,” Max deadpanned. “Even your stepbrothers wouldn’t cut the standards you’ve had.” 

“Don’t be too sad about them getting excited about seeing me,” Sylvie snorted before she casually told him, “if it makes you feel better, I’m excited to see you in Austria.” 

“Oh real comforting,” Max mockingly sighed. Sylvie’s eyes narrowed slightly as he continued, “Sylvie’s excited to see me. Yay Max, I guess.”

“No need to be an arsehole about it, you utter twat—“ she ended the call halfway through. She wasn’t truly offended, she just felt the need to act the part. 

She then looked up at the makeup artist as the woman asked, “Calling him back, love?”

“Pft, he can wait,” Sylvie took off her earphones and waved off before she continued getting her makeup done. Hearing a ping, she peered down on her screen and grinned at the text. 

Mari’s Dad: I can’t even not laugh at your face when you get upset 😂 anyways talk to u l8r Mustang — send me best pics from miumiu whenever u can!! 

Mari’s Dad: also, I am happy to hear that ur excited to see me next weekend 😁 can’t wait to see u!!!

Mari’s Mom: I’m so mad. I literally ran barefoot to the pastry store across the Hotel Ritz before closing and they didn’t even have any strawberry macarons left wtffff

Mari’s Dad: Yikessss 😬😬 do they have any pistachio though

Mari’s Mom: I was going to play with fire if they didn’t

Mari’s Dad: Hey, don’t say that. Be grateful they even sold those pistachio macarons to you. 

Mari’s Mom: It’s not everyday they see a supermodel run across the street with no shoes on just because she’s craving for macarons. 

Mari’s Dad: Fair enough 🤷‍♀️ maybe you can ask Christian to have some in display at the hospitality? 

Mari’s Mom: Hell no 💀 I’m desperate but not that desperate

Mari’s Dad: Still holding a grudge against him? In this economy? 

Mari’s Mom: No not really. He just annoys me.

Mari’s Dad: You sound like Toto. 

Mari’s Mom: Fear me then, Max 😈😈

Mari’s Dad: I can’t do that when I literally saw you trip and eat shit back when we were six lol

Mari’s Mom: I can’t be arsed with this conversation anymore 😭 

Mari’s Dad: Finally out of argument??? 😳😳

Mari’s Mom: Stop being a dickhead and let me enjoy my treats 😭 it’s not easy for us people with anxiety these days and all we want is a tray of macarons. 

Mari’s Dad: Fly to Amsterdam then. I won’t bother you anymore.

Mari’s Mom: You won’t bother me in texts but you’d be bothering me in real life 😬 I have three more days before i deal with that.

Mari's Mom: Btw, don’t be fucking stupid with Daniel during the week alright? If I hear from either of you PR managers that you can’t sit through a recording without giving them a headache I’m literally gonna cause problems for Christian— and you do not want ME to cause problems for YOUR team principal of all people. 

Mari’s Dad: Damn 😭 why did I get a business talk and why are you telling me this??? Daniel should be the one who should get the PR/marketing talks not me

Mari’s Mom: Lederhosen. That’s all I can tell you. If I hear anything about you two ripping your trousers I’m gonna have to mathematically figure out how you’d do that to a leather piece. 

Mari’s Dad: Does this mean you’re wearing a dirndl too???

Mari’s Mom: Of course I will. It’s Austria and it’s Red Bull’s home country. Also, don't push your fucking luck, you’re not allowed to point out that I’m even wearing them.

Mari’s Dad: Yes ma’am

Max: Hey Christian. Out of curiosity, you wouldn’t mind seeing if you can request for some macarons for the Austrian GP right? Some pistachio and strawberry ones, mostly?

Christian Horner: Hello Max. That’s quite a peculiar request but why not. I don’t handle these things but I’ll see what the hospitality manager can do. 

Max: Thank you. 

Christian Horner: I wouldn’t be shocked if this was all for Sylvie. 

Max: I said THANK YOU, Christian.

Christian Horner: Yeah yeah, don’t worry about it lad.

AUSTRIAN GP

Dressed in her Austrian folk wear and a rather fitting pair of shoes for them, Sylvie ensured that the embroidered Red Bull logo remained visible from the waistline of her apron. The dirndl fitted her so well, the tea length dress just reaching her calf. The Austrian Grand Prix was on the go, and this was just her first day after returning from the fashion week. It was Thursday. Most of them had gotten here earlier this week, only waiting for her to arrive. 

Just as she stepped out of the garage, many fans had gotten a glimpse of her as they called and asked for her attention. She gracefully did so, waving her hand every once in a while before resting both of her hands behind her back. She wandered off while cameras took her picture as she made her way towards the paddock area. 

“Mustang!” Her eyes were trained on the group of people who surrounded her nephew as she made her way towards them. Tilly hadn’t worn her dirndl and it was obvious that Toto hadn’t put on his lederhosen, but Max and Daniel were dressed in folk wear. Soren Wolff was relaxed on Toto’s arms, obviously not feeling anything of discomfort from wearing the little lederhosen that Tilly had slipped on him earlier today. 

And while nobody hadn't noticed, Max's eyes were trained on her figure. Shit.

He can die a happy man.

“Oh wow,” Sylvie exclaimed, grinning at the now-bouncing baby in Toto’s arms. “Look at you, my little man. You are sooooo handsome, Soren!” 

“Thanks, that’s all me,” Toto joked, grinning at the girl as he continued, “you look very beautiful as well, Sylvie.”

“So I’ve been told by countless photographers,” Sylvie laughed, still waving at Soren as he squealed. Her fingers reached for his tummy, making the baby squirm.

“You’re too late for the party,” Daniel joked. “They’ve told me how hot I was and how willing they were to rip this off of—“

“Mother of god— Daniel,” Tilly groaned in annoyance before swatting the Red Bull driver on the chest. Daniel wheezed, trying to catch his breath as Max and Sylvie cackled. The laughter shared between the two caught the baby off-guard as his dark eyes widened, his head moving to his left and right in confusion. 

“Did Uncle Max and Auntie Sylvie surprise you, schatzi?” Toto grinned down at his son. The laughter was long gone, the Mercedes-AMG team principal looking up to see Max peering down at the skirt as Sylvie began frolicking and twirling around.

She was obviously telling Max about how perfectly the dirndl fitted her, but Max’s eyes were drawn on the legs underneath the fabric.

She was gorgeous, indeed, but Max could wash his mouth with soap if he ever mentioned that she was… hot. He wasn’t about to get smacked in the head for telling her how heavenly she looked in both dirndl and clothes she wore when she walked down the runway a few days ago. 

And when the Dutchman looked up again, he swore not to get caught by Toto ever again. The Austrian held a glare in his face that told him enough about the dangers of ogling.

Her eyes were sparkling as her mouth chewed on the strawberry macaron, grinning at the taste. She had a diet plan, sure, but eating one or five macarons wouldn’t hurt. She was on a break, after all.

“Don’t finish the whole tray, my love,” she scowled lightly before facing the man who spoke behind her. Christian grinned mischievously as he continued, “Save some for the guests.”

Did she mention she was fairly close to reaching her period days, too?

“I wish I can quit right now,” She murmured while she continued chewing on the food, making her boss laugh lightheartedly. “I’m on a break, Christian.”

“I know— I actually assumed I’d find you in front of the macaron display and look!” Christian gestured to her.

“Does your wife know you’re annoying?” Sylvie shot back. 

Christian shrugged, “It’s mostly reserved for you and Toto. I’m glad you’re liking the delicacies though— I know how rough your week went.”

Was she ever thankful to have him as a boss? She actually grew quite fond of him as months went on. Christian Horner was a prat at the very beginning, but she supposed that making him own up to his mistake at the very beginning would eventually make him more cautious and accommodating to everyone. 

Sylvie’s scowl disappeared as she swallowed the rest of her macaron and murmured, “Thank… Thanks.”

Christian waved her off, “Don’t thank me. Thank your best friend, if anything.”

“Best friend?” Sylvie repeated.

“Yeah,” Christian nodded, clapping her on the shoulder as he said, “the boy was practically on his knees when he asked to have those for the hospitality. You two have a bad habit of munching on those macarons in every race and between the two of you— Max eats the chocolate and espresso ones more than you do. The lad knows you’d kill for strawberry and pistachio— so maybe let him know you like him too?”

Sylvie pondered what he said for a second. How the fuck did Christian even know Sylvie loves Max? Wait, why was she even openly admitting that she loves him? And Max loves her?

What the hell was going on?

But the words that escaped her mouth was, “He was on his knees asking for macarons in the hospitality?”

“Oh, dear God. You two are just as oblivious as you can get.”

She liked Christian Horner, indeed, but maybe pointing out the most obvious to an oblivious woman wasn't the brightest idea he had ever done. Because now she wasn't only oblivious- she was fucking paranoid and in love.

Talk about playing with fire.