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note : divider is from @/anitalenia. I wrote this because I listened to that Charli and Billie song on loop and couldnât get it out of my head AND I ONLY FOUND IT THIS MORNING UGHHH this is literally just smut. I also kinda already wrote something like this but I love pussy eater Leon heâs real in my head. mdni
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desc : Leon just loves eating you out. smut!! - oral (f receiving), not proofread, fem!reader, ID!Leon
Leon always paid the utmost attention to you when the two of you were alone. It didnât even stop there, heâd send you gifts if he could when he was away, always adding a note to let you know how badly he missed you. Other times just finding a way to call you and let you know how badly he wanted to come back home.
And he was eager, too. Even better.
You and Leon mustâve been dating for two years by now, he knows heâs handsome, you couldnât help but feed his ego day by day. Although, when heâd come home from a mission heâd be stuck in his own head and a lot of the time it was your job to get him out of it. It never took long, youâre pretty sure heâd do anything for you, especially when it comes to making you happy.
Leonâs always ready to get on his knees for you, too. Once again, even better.
You didnât even have to ask for him to eat you out most of the time. Itâs like it was the first thing in his mind when it came to making you feel good, or proving how badly he missed you, maybe even just doing it because he loved having his head buried between your legs.
Heâs quick to work happy to please you for as long as youâre willing to let him. The achey jaw and sore knees come with the job.
He doesnât even wait to get you inside the house today, heâs got you laid out in the backseat of his car, kneeling down o the floor between your legs. The angles odd, but he makes it work.
Leon hasnât really even done anything yet, just holding your thighs in place atop of his shoulders as he licks over the center of your panties, the skirt you previously wore tossed aside somewhere in the car, heâs still in the suit he wore to work today. This has been going on for five minutes, not that you minded, he bought you these panties for a reason. Youâve been a bit of a tease since before the two of you even slept together, this problems only grown since you found out heâs obsessed with you.
Leon looks up at you through his eyelids all the while, stopping for a plot second to shoot you a smirk.
âYou gonna keep me waiting?â You ask him, moving your thighs to adjust the position youâre laying in, only for his grip to tighten.
âNo, maâam.â Leon licks over the wet patch on your panties one more time before he lets go of your thighs and leans back. He takes his left hand, pulling your panties to the side. Leonâs other hand pushes your thighs a bit further apart, then trailing down to let his thumb rub against your slit. His thumb slips between your folds to gently pull them apart, you study his face carefully, letting out a shaky breath as his thumb rubs over your clit.
Leon swallows before he spits onto your already wet cunt, continuing to use his thumb to tease your clit and rub his spit around.
âDonât take too long,â You mumble, following it with a small giggle. Leon smiles at you, his movements stopping so he can move his hands to help angle your hips up a bit.
âYou know I always take care of you.â He whispers, his mouth is on you not even a second later, dragging his tongue through your folds and sucking greedily. The moan you let out is almost embarrassing, your hands go up to dig your palms in your eyes as he continues to lap up your arousal.
Leonâs gotten better at eating you out over the years, you never complained much, previous boyfriends you had had refused to even do this, Leon found that ridiculous. But having his face stuffed between your legs at least once a week was an amazing feeling.
You whine when Leon pulls off of you the tiniest bit, letting your arms fall to the sides of your head as he peppers kisses up and down your slit.
âTaste so good,â He murmurs against your heat, his kisses becoming a bit sloppier as his tongue slips out once again. âLove you.â
âLove you, too.â Your voice is all breathy when you say it. You gasp when his thumbs push your folds apart again, pressing his face further into your cunt as he sucks and licks at your entrance, his nose bumping against your clit.
This time, one of your hands makes its way into his hair, holding him against you. Leonâs chuckle is muffled against your pussy, you can feel his drool and your juices coating your sensitive flesh, your back arches as his tongue probes against your hole. His movements only get more aggressive after that.
You whine out his name, he hums against your skin and turns his attention to your clit, sucking it into his mouth and running over it with his tongue.
âJesus, L-Leon- fuck-!â You moan, your grip on his hair tightens and you hear him groan, but he doesnât let off.
âI know,â His voice is still muffled, âCâmon.â
Leon continues to urge you on, you canât find any words to respond with, the only noises coming from your throat being moans and whimpers. You cum into his waiting mouth not even two minutes later, he still doesnât pull away from you.
After heâs sure youâre all cleaned up, he presses one more kiss to your cunt before he pulls your panties back over, giving your clothed heat a soft slap. Leon rests his arms over your thighs and looks up at you as you sit yourself up, his face is all wet, he doesnât seem to mind.
âYouâre my favorite girl.â His voice is a bit rough, you love it.
âI better be.â You pant softly, bringing one of your hands up to run over his tousled hair. Leonâs hands move to run up and down your sides, giving you a soft squeeze.
âHungry?â
âYeah,â
âIâll help you up. Letâs go, pretty girl.â
#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy#leon s kennedy x reader#resident evil#resident evil x reader#leon kennedy smut
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Can we get some Pavitr prabhakar x fem reader where we play with his hair, thanks u in advance :3
pavitr prabhakar x reader
fem!reader
genre/warnings: fluff, established relationship, cuddling, unrevised writing
note: thank you for requesting this! it was so fun and cute to write!! isn't he just so dreamy? he occupied 98% of my brain. recommend song: glue song - beabadoobee
sinopses: your boyfriend is so pretty that you can't help but play with his fluffy hair and cuddle.
saturday is the best day of the week, you and pavitr have more time to spend together and hang out in each other's house. and it's exactly what you're doing now, pavitr asked you to come in and who are you to deny your boyfriend?
you were chilling, half laying on his bed while he was telling you something about him and hobie partnering up on a mission and telling the most shocking details as it was the most normal thing in anyone's life.
"...then hobie told me he was going to take care of the citizens while i was fighting the big guy! i was winning, of course but it was so intense!"
pavitr kept talking about the mission, but your mind was at a different place. the sound of his voice and laugh at times making you feel head over heels for the boy in front of you. you noticed every detail of his upper body (with special attention to his hands, because he loves gesturing while talking), discovering spots at his neck you felt the need to point out and even give a kiss, the thought of it making you blush slightly, catching your boyfriend's attention.
"...and... babe, are you listening?" he wave his hand playfully in front of your face, making you chuckle at being catch staring. "sorry, got a little distracted..." you travel with your right hand to caress a lock of his hair that was too close to his eye. "can... can you turn so i can play with your hair?"
you asked softly, eyes looking through his with a soft gaze. he nodded while smiling. "of course ma'am" he shifted slightly, until he stopped in his tracks. "actually, what about i lay against you so i can still take a look at you while you get what you want, hm?" you giggled at his idea, nodding almost instantly.
he pressed his back at your middle, getting comfortable between your legs and laid his head at your shoulder. "much better." he said sighing happily while taking a look at you from the new angle. you finally got your hands on his fluffy hair, intertwining your fingers between the strands, taking another satisfied sigh from him.
"you're too handsome for your own good" you mumble to him, eyes only leaving the view of his face to take a look at his perfect hair. you hear a laugh bursting out of him, making you smile. "i must be. you deserve someone as beautiful as you" he's now grinning at you, making you roll your eyes. "I'm being serious, you're the most pretty, cute, gorgeous, beautiful girl I've ever seen and I'm so lucky to have you." his soothing voice go straight to your racing heart and you whisper a small 'thank you'.
you two have this moment, sharing lovesick stares and smiles to each other. one of your hands leave his hair to point out the new spot you found. "you have a signal here" your finger pressed ever so softly above his skin, making him shiver under your touch. he closed his eyes briefly, only opening it when his body was now facing you. each of his hands at a side of your waist, making you take his face between your hands.
"i wanna find some of yours too" he said, clearly enjoying the situation. you giggle shyly at his initiative, but welcomed him to do what he wanted. and surely he started to kiss every little mark he found on you face and neck, even your hands, making you chuckle at every contact he made and you could feel his smile against your skin.
"that's unfair, i wanted to do that to you first!" you tried to reverse the situation but you couldn't help it. "next time you need to be faster than me" pavitr said chuckling.
#pavitr prabhakar x reader#pavitr x reader#pavitr prabhakar x you#spiderman atsv x reader#spiderman india#fem!reader#across the spiderverse x reader#spider man across the spider verse
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genre: fluff, angst, established relationship
pairing: idol!Jihoon x reader
summary: Jihoon is a busy guy, everyone knows that. But why does it hurt so much when he can't even make time for his own girlfriend? All you want is Jihoon's love and affection, why is that so difficult?
warnings: a bit of swearing
note: This fic includes some lyrics from the song All My Love by SEVENTEEN (If you haven't heard this song, I strongly recommend you listen to it. It's such a good song!!) I hope you enjoy reading the fic <33
"Am I really that important to you?"
There's tears in your eyes when you ask Jihoon the question you've been wondering about for the past few weeks.
Part of you knows you're just being irrational. Jihoon has other things he needs to focus on. He's an idol and a producer for fucks sake, it's practically guaranteed that he's going to be busy with work 24/7. So it's unrealistic for you to expect him to be able to make time for you whenever you feel the need for some company.
But the other part of you feels lonely. Coming home everyday to the sight of an empty apartment without Jihoon isn't exactly the most uplifting sight to see. And even when Jihoon on the rare occasion, does come home, all you are able to see is his passed out figure before he leaves in the morning while you still sleep.
All you want is Jihoon's love and affection, why is that so hard?
You receive your answer to that very question in the way Jihoon sits in a distracted silence when he hears your question. His eyes looking at his computer in a daze, too busy thinking up of ideas for new songs to produce rather than looking at the way you're about to burst into tears.
"Fine. If you can't even give me one second of your time and focus I'm going to leave," you yell angrily as more tears spring into your eyes. You quickly stand up from your position on Jihoon's couch and exit his studio, slamming the door behind you.
"WAI-" Jihoon starts to shout, finally finding his voice. His eyes widen while his hand is outstretched toward the direction of his door as if it's going to make you come back.
But it's too late.
You're gone.
Jihoon knows he fucked up.
More than that actually.
He knows that it's his fault your relationship with him feels so one-sided. He has a habit of overworking himself. Oftentimes minutes in the studio turning into hours before turning into days of being cooped up producing songs, causing him to neglect the very people he wants to spend all his time with.
Jihoon wishes he could tell you how much he loves you, that he's not trying to neglect you on purpose. He just sometimes gets caught up in his work and doesn't realize when it's time to take a break. He wishes he could tell you that he misses you as much as you miss him, even though he doesn't show it.
But now he has no idea what he could possibly do to solve the predicament he's in. Jihoon could talk with you, but he knows he's not the best with confrontation. Jihoon could give you a few days of space, but he knows that it's probably not the best choice since the whole reason you got mad was because Jihoon wasn't around you enough.
So, Jihoon turns to what he's best at doing. What he does when he doesn't have a clue on what to do.
Songwriting.
Sometimes he'll write songs for his members, comforting them through his lyrics. Other times he'll write songs for Carats, wanting to share with them some encouraging and happy tunes.
But this time, he's writing a song for you.
Jihoon knows that writing a song for you won't make you forgive him instantly, but the most he can do is try to make things better a little bit at a time.
It's 3 in the morning when you hear a knock at your front door. As the rain falls softly on your window, the only question that on your mind is, who the heck is outside your house at such an ungodly hour?
Feet shuffling along the cold floor, you sleepily walk over to your door and open it. Your sleepy eyes are still trying to make sense of the situation when Jihoon stands outside your apartment door.
In front of you stands a drenched Jihoon with puffy red eyes carrying his signature black backpack that is absolutely ginormous on him.
"Jihoon? What are you doing here?"
Mumbling something incoherently, you watch, still half-awake, as Jihoon slowly walks up to you and gently wraps his arms around you.
As you feel the wetness from Jihoon's shirt begin to seep into your own shirt, you try to softly push Jihoon away. But that only makes Jihoon hug you tighter. "Don't go...,"you hear him mumble as he presses his face into the crook of your neck, and that's when you realize that Jihoon is crying.
You're torn.
Seeing your boyfriend cry is a rare occurence and as much as you want to hug him tightly and kiss away all his tears, you want to run away because how can he come back to your apartment as if nothing had happened in these past few months.
"I'm sorry," Jihoon says, his voice cracking and mouth quivering, as he cries, letting his tears drop messily into the fabric of your shirt.
Taking Jihoon's face in your hands, you quietly rub away his tears which only makes him cry harder. Leaning into your touch, he takes hold of your wrist and gently rubs it. "I-I'm really sorry. You don't deserve a terrible boyfriend like me."
"No, don't say that. You know what, how about I get you a towel so that you can dry yourself off and then we can talk more, okay?
"Okay"
By the time you return from the bathroom, towel in hand, Jihoon is sitting on the couch and pulling his computer out of his bag. "oh...are you going to be working more?"
He can hear the disappointment in your voice when you ask the question, you're so used to him working all the time that you're not even angry ... you're just disappointed. Jihoon feels a wave of guilt wash over him as he realizes that all the things you said to him before were true, he was just too busy to realize it.
"Ah, no. I have something to show you," Jihoon says with a tired smile as he pats the seat on the couch beside him, inviting you to sit.
Hesitant, you take a seat next to your boyfriend and look at his computer screen where you can see him open a file. You then watch as Jihoon pulls out a pair of earphones and plugs them into the computer.
Putting the earbuds into your ears, Jihoon presses play as his eyes shake, nervously watching your face for any kind of reaction.
The second the melody of the song plays into your ears, you feel like crying out of disbelief. "You made a song for me?" you ask, suprise etched all over your face, as you look towards Jihoon's direction.
Nodding with a small but nervous smile, Jihoon then motions for you to continue listening.
And it's when you reach the part of the song where you can hear the lyrics sung by the sweet honey voice of your boyfriend, when you begin to cry.
Just likД a pouring meteor shower Please be the light in the dark sky I can do everything for you For you I just want to give you everything And that makes me feel small, a fool who only accepts It suddenly makes me hate myself And makes me feel sorrier towards you
"Oh- Jihoon-," you start to say with tears in your eyes as you close the gap between you and Jihoon and give him a tight hug, your face pressed against his chest. "This is beautiful," you continue on to say sincerely.
Blushing, Jihoon quietly mutters with a nervous laugh, "you haven't even finished the song, listen to what i'm trying to say."
Following Jihoon's instructions, you lean on him and quickly refocus your attention back on the song.
Though it was hard writing my feelings down And all I have is this song and these lyrics For you, for you, for you, for you I sing this song for you tonight So I can get closer to your love
My love only amounts to this But my feelings will never change, for you baby Even if my love only amounts to this I'll be your umbrella in the rain I'll protect you on all your days
By the time you finish listening to Jihoon's song for you, you're in shambles. "fuck- Jihoon, I love you so much you know? I'm still mad at you but I still love you so much," you say as tears roll down your cheeks. Pressing your forehead against Jihoon's, you lean in to give him a chaste kiss on the lips.
Jihoon freezes for a moment before immediately tugging you closer to his body and reciprocating your kiss. "I don't deserve someone as precious as you,"he whispers before devouring your lips into another kiss.
When both you and Jihoon finally break away from each other to get some oxygen into your lungs, Jihoon gently takes your hands into his own. "I-I'm really sorry though. I was a terrible boyfriend these past few months, but I'm going to work on trying to improve myself. Even though I'll probably be busy with producing songs, i'll try to make time for you."
You let out a relived smile when you hear Jihoon's sincere words. "Okay, and I understand if you need time for other things too."
Jihoon gives you a small nod and a smile. "And to answer your previous question, of course you're important to me. For fucks sake you're my girlfriend, you're one of the most important people in my life. How can you not be important to me?" Jihoon says while cupping your face before continuing on to say," just because I don't show it, doesn't mean I don't feel it."
"I love you," he finally whispers with a smile as he places a small peck on your lips.
#seventeen fanfic#seventeen fluff#seventeen imagines#seventeen scenarios#seventeen x reader#woozi x reader#woozi fanfic#woozi fluff#woozi scenarios#woozi imagines#woozi x you#woozi x y/n#jihoon scenarios#jihoon fluff#jihoon imagines#jihoon x reader#jihoon x you
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â colours - c.bg
synopsis - despite everything you two have been through, all good things must come to an end right?
-> beomgyu x reader
-> listen to colors by halsey for an experience đ€
-> friends to potential lovers to acquintances, highschool au
-> warnings! beomgyu pushes reader away, angst, talks on mental illness and eating disorders, yn becomes an insomniac, beomgyu's a year older than you
-> notes! i've gotten back into jjk for the 7th time, and i saw like 3 edits abt stsg to the song colors, so i just wanted to LET IT OUT. GEGE AKUTAMI WATCH OUT
love is the most twisted curse of them all
tired eyes scanning through the folder of memories on your phone, your head dipping into the fluffy cushions underneath you. you didn't want to go through it again, but you couldn't stop your fingers from moving. your eyes watered, tears dripping from the corner. this was at least your 50th time rereading past messages, past folders, and old voicemails you had with choi beomgyu
choi beomgyu, the man that he was. talented, charming, and pretty. he was constantly bombarded with the squeels from your schoolmates along the hallways. however, he would always stick to you like glue, to him, you were everything he wanted. what a trope, maybe opposites do attract.
he was the light to your darkness, even if he stuck onto you like a emotionally attached puppy, you appreciated his presence. as much as you wanted to ignore his pestering, you enjoyed it, too much, to the point where your heart starts beating rapidly whenever he's around.
"ynn, let's go to the arcade after school. you don't have anything after right? let's go." the way he drags his words to persuade you into doing something he wants to do with you, and how your name rolling off his tongue perfectly, has an effect on you. his arms leaned on your desk, giving you puppy dog eyes.
"beomgyu, we have a test next week, i can't just waste my time playing games with you." you closed your textbook, placing your pen back into your pencilcase, making eye contact with beomgyu.
"come onn, you've been studying so much this entire week, you've barely hung out with me." beomgyu whined, using the tip of his shoes to kick your shins.
"beomgyu. this test is important for my final grade." you firmly stated your point, hoping that it'll get through beomgyu's thick skull. you sigh when beomgyu continues to look at you with the same puppy eyes, your words going deaf to his ears.
"fine.." you muttered out, you could have sworn that you saw beomgyu's eyes sparkle when you said that. he jumped out of the random chair he stole from the person who sat infront of you.
"i'll wait for you outside your class! see you!" beomgyu beamed, messing your hair before skipping out of the class like a lunatic. you watched as he left your class, smiling to yourself.
"are you giggling over choi beomgyu like everyone else?" your tablemate, natty, commented. knowing the teasing glint she had in her eyes, you glared at her.
"shut up."
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"i'm graduating in a month, will you miss me?" beomgyu smirked, biting on the straw of his drink. you took small bites out of the bread beomgyu got for you, giving him a disgusted glare.
"what's with that look." beomgyu gasped, swinging his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. the side of your body was completely squished against him, you could feel your heart about to jump out of your throat. he was too close, too close for your liking.
"i'm going to miss my favourite junior ever, you know that right? you're my favourite junior, no one can ever compare to you." beomgyu reminded you, your lips pursed into a line, pushing his body away from yours.
"don't you have other juniors to care about? why me?" you asked, your eyes not leaving his own round ones.
"isn't it obvious.." he mumbled, not loud enough for you to hear.
"huh? speak up."
"it's nothing! come on hurry, i have a new song to play for you on the guitar." beomgyu grabbed your hand, running towards the direction of his house. you screeched as he pulled you at a speed you were not ready for. you felt like you were running a track competition at this point, just how much stamina does choi beomgyu have?
your head was dizzy, you haven't ran in such a long time at a distance you don't even want to remember. the click of beomgyu's door caused your head to look up from your phone.
"sorry for making you run, i was just excited." beomgyu apologised, placing a plate of fruits and a cup of water on the floor, finding himself on the floor beside you.
"it's fine." you shook your head, poking the fruits on the plate, not having an appetite for them. beomgyu noticed your odd behaviour throughout your entire conversation with him, from the way you just took small bites of the fruits and taking huge gulps of water.
"have you been eating these days?" the sudden question had you panicking, is he always this observant? your eyes darted around his room.
"i ate the bread earlier, doesn't that answer your question?" you replied non-chalantly.
"i meant like proper meals, when was the last time you have eaten an actual meal?" his face has gotten serious, you thought to yourself, your nails dug into the flesh of your thigh, trying to think of a plausible answer.
"i can read you like a book yn, you can't lie to me." beomgyu sighs, his hands reaching out for yours, pulling them away from your thighs.
"i know i'm always not serious around you, but this has to stop soon okay? don't starve yourself, it's unhealthy, and i'm worried for you okay?" beomgyu carressed the knuckles of your fingers. slowly, you calmed yourself down from the unsettling thoughts that were eating you alive, smiling at beomgyu,
"i'm sorry, i'll stop. i don't like seeing you all worried because of me."
beomgyu's lipped tugged up into a smile, standing up, "i'll make something for you to eat, wait here."
from that day on, you knew you could rely on beomgyu with whatever problems you had. he's your best friend either way, opening up to him was easy. he was your solution to everything.
that was until a week before beomgyu's graduation, you've noticed that his radiant aura was turning dull, his eyes slowly getting more tired by the time. despite that, he has been wearing a fake smile around his batchmates, smiling whenever he was with them, returning the same energy they were giving him. your eyes squinted at his odd behaviour, you too, could read him like a book.
"you're not actually that optimistic right?" you stated, trailing behind beomgyu. beomgyu paused in his tracks, turning to face you.
"what are you talking about yn?"
"you know what i'm talking about. if you need it, i'm here to help you." you inched closer to beomgyu.
"please, if you're hurting let me help you too. let me return that favour. isn't that what friends are for?" you gagged at your words, friends? of course. you two were just friends, nothing more.
"aren't you cute? don't worry about it yn, i'll tell you everything soon." beomgyu patted your cheeks, waving a quick goodbye to you before disappearing into his classroom. you stared at the empty spot infront of you, why isn't he telling you anything after everything? didn't he tell you that he trusted you with all his life, if not, why isn't he opening up to you?
you bit your lips, trying to suppress the tears that were about to flow out. you groaned, walking back to your class as if nothing happened, but your mind was overthinking, again.
what you failed to notice was that beomgyu was watching you from the window of his class, his heart ached seeing your pained expression. he then felt a tug on his sleeve.
"when are you going to tell her?" seungmin whispered, his eyes watching beomgyu's actions carefully.
"soon enough."
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it was finally the day every senior had been dreading or anticipating. you stayed back after school to watch the ceremony, in hopes of seeing your seniors for one last time before they leave, including choi beomgyu.
you felt so proud for him, he's finally done with this hell, and now he can follow his dreams. however, you couldn't escape the feeling of emptiness, without him, what were you? ever since he started distancing himself from you, you felt horrible, you felt like shit.
before you knew it, the ceremony was over, the crowd screamed in joy, running to find their best friends in the crowd. you did the same, dashing to where beomgyu might be at. you hated running, but in order to talk to him in school one last time, you ran as fast as you could.
finally, you found him, your eyes watched as he took multiple pictures with the girls from his batch and yours. your face fell as you realise that the crowd practically engulfed him, you probably wouldn't have enough time to have a decent conversation with him.
however, your eyes met his, your body tensed up, he looked exhausted, yet he was still able to flash you a cute smile that you reciprocated. he signalled you to go towards him, telling the crowd that he needed to leave soon, and that was when you walked towards him.
"congrats on graduating." you hugged him, feeling his body slowly soften under your touch.
"lovebirds, wanna take a picture together?" seungmin shouted, his hand stretched out, asking for your phones. both you and beomgyu handed him your phones. seungmin smirked, snapping numerous shots for the two of you.
when he returned your phones, he whispered something in beomgyu's ear, causing him to blush and yell at him to shut up.
"don't mind him. come with me, i have something to tell you." beomgyu shoved his phone back into his pocket, dragging to towards a familiar direction.
the walk was comforting, you talked about everything that came to mind. beomgyu stared as you rambled, watching you as if you hung the stars in the sky, you were stunning.
"sorry, was i saying too much?" you mumbled, sitting beside beomgyu on a bench at the park where you first met. beomgyu shook his head.
"i like hearing you talk don't worry." reassuring you.
"what did you want to tell me anyways?"
"before that, take this, i want you to cherish this forever, as if your life depends on it okay?" beomgyu pulled out a ring, placing it on your pinky. your heart raced, the butterflies in your stomach turned into a whole zoo, your face felt warm.
"what for..?"
"i'm leaving daegu to pursue my dreams, i may not be able to see any of you again, so i just want you to have this as a reminder of me." beomgyu suddenly announced. your eyes widened, a lump formed in your throat, leaving your mouth dry.
"what are you saying? can't you at least keep in contact with me? that's stupid, you can't just cut everyone out of your life like that." you argued, biting back the tears that were watering your eyes.
"you're making this harder for me." beomgyu laughed, "you'll distract me from achieving what i want, my priority isn't you."
you were smacked with the hard truth, beomgyu was more determined to pursue his lifelong dream, and in order to do this, he has to let go of one of his dreams, and that dream was to be with you forever. your goals were completely different, you would only hinder his progress towards success. your eyes stung with tears, it hurts.
"gyu, you can't do this, maybe we can figure something out?" you pleaded, you couldn't live without him by your side. beomgyu wiped your tears with his thumb, making you look at him.
"you know i love you right? if you love me back, promise me that you'll let me go." beomgyu forced a smile, trying to calm you down.
"you? what? why didn't you tell me this earlier? we could have spent more time together as a couple." your voice was shaky, you wanted to leave, but you wanted to stay by his side till the end.
"yea i could have, but i guess i was too scared, so were you though." beomgyu shrugged, laughing dryly to himself. he hated this, he hated the fact that you were crying because of him, he hated that he can't do anything to stop you from crying. beomgyu watched you sobbed, his eyes beginning to sting, but he blinked the tears away.
"this is just a bad dream right?" you looked at beomgyu. beomgyu held your hand, shaking his head slowly, your eyes tearing up once more.
"sometimes love can be the most twisted curse of them all." beomgyu chuckled, looking off to the side.
"then at least curse me a little at the end." you hiccupped. beomgyu's eyes widened, softening once he made eye contact with you. he pulled you into a kiss filled with longing and desperation. you were quick to kiss him back, you didn't want this to end, you wanted him to stay by your side forever. you slowly pulled away from him, wiping off the dried up tears from your face. beomgyu took your pinky, intertwining them with his,
"i'll go now, take care of yourself for me okay? please eat well." beomgyu kissed your lips once before walking away from you. leaving you to cry by yourself on the bench, at the park where you first met, and now you've ended it at the same spot.
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beomgyu started sobbing when he walked away from you. you must have endured so much pain when he left you in the dark for so long. his first love, a love where it could have blossomed into something more than friends, crumbling down like that. he hated himself for that, he hated seeing you hurt, but you would still suffer the same fate if you stayed by his side. thus he made his decision that week prior to his graduation.
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"i find myself running home to your sweet nothings"
summary | itâs always a rough day for katsuki. hero rankings and PR nightmares every time he opens his mouth. but he gets to come home to you
pairing | bakugo katsuki x fem!reader
word count | 840
warning | soft!domestic katsuki, fluff.
a/n | this is very literally based off sweet nothings by taylor swift, so you can listen if you want the full experience. also, i haven't posted in two months, so i'm sorry if this sucks. <3
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katsuki drops his bracers at the door with a heavy sigh. he's only just got his boots off and tucked in the corner, when he hears your voice calling him from the kitchen.
"'suki?"
he feels the smile pulling at his lips entirely unbidden.
the soft notes of that song that's been stuck in your head (and by extension, his) plays from the speaker in the corner.
"hey honey," you smile, leaning up to give him a kiss when he's in range.
he'll never be able to explain how that title makes his heart clench. he couldn't verbalize how every title he's obtained has not mattered until you gave him that one. pro-hero, number 2, explosive, dynamight.
your title feels so intimate on your lips, reducing him to the man who would fall at his knees for you.
not a pro-hero or number 2. not a ticking time bomb or a hot-head.
just your honey. your husband. yours, yours, yours.
"how was your day?" you ask, still stirring the pot as you turn the stove down.
"it was alright," he mumbles. in truth his day was rough, and he's not ready to talk about it, and he knows you can tell by the way you reach your free hand out to swipe your fingers along his cheek.
you smile up at him, pinching his cheek. "you wanna wash up? dinner's almost done." when he nods slowly, closing his eyes against the feelings of your fingers, you give him a little laugh.
in the bathroom, he works with the skin care products you left on his side of the counter, the dry winter air has been harsh on his quirk and his skin.
he thinks back to the agency, to the hero rankings, to the disapproving stares of civilians when he lets out loud curses and swears. the scolding he received from his manager today. the article comparing his pros and cons against the number 1 pro hero deku.
the water runs over his chest as he tilts his face into the stream, still trying to catch his breath from the incredibly long week he's had.
by the time he's toweled off and dressed in his sweats, the tension has worked it's way up into his back and across his shoulders.
"katsu?" your voice rings out and he's immediately following the sound back to the front door. he snorts when he sees you trying to push his bracers into the corner near his shoes. "how the hell do you put these things on for hours at a time? oh my god."
bakugo only laughs when he picks up both bracers with ease, your shocked gasp ringing out in the hallway.
"you're so strong, katsuki."
and that's it. your praise comes so easy. the fantastic feats that he performs still awe you. even something as simple as his above average strength elicits cheer from you.
it doesn't matter that he does it everyday, or that it's expected of him, you treat every act like it's the most incredible thing you've ever seen. and bakugo tries to fight the blush creeping up on his cheeks when you say these things.
even after all these years, he hasn't gotten used to your praise.
you're quickly setting a plate in front of him, taking the seat right next to him. recounting the events of your day, catching your boyfriend up on your workplace drama, and your recent purchases is enough to take you both through dinner.
by the time you've got him laid on the couch, your favorite candle is lit in the middle of the coffee table, and you two are talking softly.
his head rests on your chest, his ear pressed right over your heart. your fingers work softly against the ache in his shoulder, somehow finding the right spots to touch. these are nights when he needs you to take him down and you always do so with ease. he groans softly at the tender strength in your touch.
"i like the way you sound."
and there you go again. how do you split him open with a just a few words?
"its so pretty. especially when you talk, and when you laugh, i think that's my favorite sound."
you're calling him pretty. like his body isn't a fucking live wire ready to go off when he sweats. like the natural production of his glands don't cause explosions. like people aren't out there wondering if he should be a villain because of the force of his quirk.
of course the power thrumming through his veins is nothing compared to you. to the person he is when he's resting between your legs, letting you pet and coo at him until he's pliant and soft.
you bathe him in compliments, your adoration of him washes the shitty week off his skin and coats him in a thick layer of your love.
his prickly edges become rounded and soft against your gentle touch. refining him to be composed entirely of your sweet nothings.
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Omg what if Vanessa x reader where they are married and they have a nice slow day where they are on ther periods or something and are super clingy and touchy and make cake or something
Heart To Heart
Vanessa (fnaf movie) x reader
Summary: See request
Contents: Pure fluff like seriously Iâm single and writing this shit made me feel lonely, periods, so that means talk of blood, Vanessa is literally me in the beginning, food fights, attempt at baking, tickle fight, kisses, i want someone like this.
Word count: Go to McDonalds and ask for a double quarter pounder with fries and chicken nuggets with bbq sauce, the cashier should then tell you what the word count is.
side note: I got carried away ngl and now itâs less of a period fic than it is just a goofy fluff fic and Iâm sorry about that anon đ
if you donât like this one feel free to request another period fic and I can definitely try again. ALSO, I WAS LISTENING TO HEART TO HEART BY MAC DEMARCO ON REPEAT WHILE WRITING THIS, AND ISTG THAT SONG MAKES ME FEEL THINGS!!
Side note #2: I hate cakeâŠI STILL WROTE ABOUT CAKE THO CUZ I KNOW HOW TO MAKE IT (kudos to my older sister for teaching me when I was younger)âŠbut I hate it it tastes like dirt with frosting on it I never liked it. ALSO AS YOU CAN SEE HOW USED MY BIG BRAIN AND REALIZED I COULD NAME THE STORY AFTER THE SONG I PLAYED ON REPEAT LIKE A GENIUS.
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The warm sunlight poured in through the windows, casting a gentle glow over you and Vanessa as you snuggled in your shared bed. Your bodies were entwined beneath the soft covers, and as the light stirred you awake, you nuzzled your face into Vanessa's chest. She responded by pulling you closer and resting her head on top of yours. Just as you were about to drift back to sleep, a loud noise jolted you both awake. With puzzled expressions, you sat up and looked at the bedside table where the noise was coming from.
"Did you forget to turn off your alarm?" you asked, watching as Vanessa reached over to turn it off.
"I must have," she groaned, hitting the alarm button to silence it.
You got out of bed, ready to start your day. Vanessa watched as you gathered a towel, one of her oversized shirts, and some comfortable clothing before she spoke up.
"Where are you going?" she asked, still sounding sleepy.
"I'm going to freshen up, I feel like I've bled all over the sheets," you replied, your voice slightly hoarse from just waking up.
Vanessa hummed in response, rearranging the sheets you had been lying on. She looked up at you with a concerned expression.
"There's no blood, my love," she reassured you, causing you to smile at her thoughtfulness.
"Still, I think it would be best if I shower now," you said with a hint of amusement. Vanessa moved to sit on your side of the bed and reached out for you to come closer.
"Please, can you stay in bed a little longer? If you happen to bleed, I'll clean it up," she pleaded, her voice still muffled from burying her face in your stomach.
"I don't want to get up right now," she whined, and you couldn't help but giggle at her adorable pout.
"It's already 12 pm, love. We've already missed half the day," you reminded her, causing her to groan.
"So what? We've worked hard all week, we deserve these few days off," she argued, crossing her arms and looking at you with a defeated expression.
"That's true," you agreed with a soft smile. You took a step back, causing her to let go of you, and she pouted even more.
"But you know what else is fun to do when we're both on our monthly cycle?" you asked, a mischievous glint in your eye.
"What?" Vanessa grunted, her arms still crossed.
"Taking a shower and baking a cake with the person you love most," you said, watching as her eyes widened in surprise.
"But if you'd rather stay in bed all day, that's fine too," you added with a shrug, before turning and walking towards the bathroom. You could hear Vanessa rustling around in the bedroom before she ran after you with a cheeky smile.
"I thought you wanted to sleep in," you teased, looking at her playfully as you took off your shirt.
"I wanted to sleep in with you. Plus, I don't want to leave you alone while you shower," she said, giving you a kiss on the cheek before undressing alongside you.
"Oh totally," you replied with a laugh, turning on the water in the shower.
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"Okay, so now we need four room-temperature eggs that have been separated," Vanessa calls out to you as you grab the eggs from the counter and a bowl.
"Wait, separated? Do you mean in different bowls?" you ask, looking at the eggs and the one bowl you had taken out.
Vanessa laughs and you look up at her, confused. She shakes her head with a smile and puts down the baking book she was reading from before moving to stand behind you.
"No, my love, separatied means separating the yolk from the egg whites. Can you hand me an egg?" she playfully whispers in your ear.
You hand her an egg and she stands next to you, cracking it against the counter and separating the yolk from the egg white by passing it between the two shells until only the yolk remains.
"See? It's not that difficult," she says with a smile, breaking you from your trance. You return the smile and say, "Yeah, I've got this."
As you continue to separate the eggs and put them in the bowl, Vanessa moves around the kitchen, preparing the other ingredients.
"Done!" you exclaim, looking at Vanessa. She curses under her breath and you drop the empty egg shells in shock. Vanessa had accidentally dropped the flour on her head while reaching for it on the top shelf. You cover your mouth to stifle the laugh that wants to escape as you watch her.
"Baby, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I was just excited to do this right and-" Before you can finish apologizing, Vanessa throws the rest of the flour on you, causing you to gasp in surprise. You stand in shock as she laughs.
"Nessa! What the hell?" you exclaim, surprised. Vanessa continues to laugh as you grab one of the egg yolks from the counter and smear it on her face. She stops laughing as you rub the yolk on her face, then wipes it away to look at you with a playful glare.
"Now you're in trouble," she says, grabbing the rest of the yolks and smushing them on your face. You groan and wipe the yolk off, spitting out any that got into your mouth.
Vanessa continues to laugh as you complain about the yolk in your mouth. She runs to get towels and two glasses of water before returning and handing you a towel. You wipe your face and apologize for laughing, then pick up one of the glasses of water and pour it on Vanessa's head, causing her to gasp and close her eyes.
"Y/n!" she shouts, and you laugh as you run away. Vanessa wipes her face with her sleeve before chasing after you and tackling you onto the couch.
"Hey, stop! You're going to get the couch wet and dirty," you say, laughing as she tickles you. Vanessa finally stops and walks away for a moment, giving you time to catch your breath. But before you can, she comes back with the other glass of water. You try to protest, but she throws the water on you before you can finish. You groan as she giggles and says, "Now we're even."
"Let's go finish this cake," Vanessa says, laughing as she walks back to the kitchen. You call out that you'll get her back and fall back onto the now-wet couch, not caring if it gets any dirtier.
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You lay snuggled up against Vanessa on the couch as an old romance show played on the television. She had her arms wrapped around you as you picked at the remnants of cake on your plate, gazing absentmindedly at the TV. Vanessa's lips snapped you out of your daydream as she planted a soft kiss on your head, causing you to smile and look up at her.
"Hi," you say with a smile, and she smiles back before nodding towards the plate in your hand.
"Are you going to finish that?" she asks, and you look down at the plate before shaking your head and playing with the plastic fork.
"Nah, do you want the last bite?" you offer, looking back up at her. She nods eagerly, and you hand her the plate.
"Can you feed it to me, though?" she asks with a mischievous glint in her eye. You raise an eyebrow, wondering what she's up to, but ultimately nod and move to straddle her. As you hand her the fork, she grabs your leg and pulls it over her waist, holding onto your waist as you lean down to feed her the last bite of cake.
"This is extra, you could have just taken the plate from me," you comment, slightly annoyed but unable to hide your smile.
"I know, but you look cute when you're flustered," Vanessa teases, smirking up at you. You playfully roll your eyes before planting a quick kiss on her lips.
"Let's go shower now," you say, trying to get up, but Vanessa's grip on your waist tightens.
"One more kiss," she pleads, and you sigh, knowing she won't let you go until you comply. You give her a tight-lipped smile before leaning down to give her another quick kiss, but she surprises you by deepening the kiss, her tongue exploring your mouth. You moan against her lips as you taste the cake on her tongue.
As the kiss intensifies, you feel Vanessa's hand move from the back of your head to rest on your cheek, and she breaks the kiss, her thumb lightly tracing your bottom lip. You catch your breath, looking down at her with a dazed expression.
"Do you still want to shower?" she asks with a playful glint in her eye, and you shyly nod, hiding your face in the crook of her neck.
"But we should take one together to save water," you suggest, your voice muffled against her skin. Vanessa hums in agreement, her voice teasing as she replies, "Sure, just because you want to save water."
You can't help but smile against her neck as you lift your head to look at her with a mock serious expression.
"Vanessa, that's gross. We both have our periods," you say, feigning disgust at what she was suggesting. But Vanessa just shrugs, not fazed by your comment.
"So what?" she replies with a smirk, and you can't help but laugh at her nonchalant response.
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Tbh idk if this is short or long but I can tell you it sucks ass but Iâm so fucking tired with school and shit I got lazy at the ending and Iâm so sorry abt that đ I promise future fics wonât be this ass.
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CHAPTER SIXTEEN; TWO IDIOTS
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âmove your bubble butt out the way,â yuuji instantly straightens his back and glares at you.
âyn, please im literally trying to make the house look presentable while you sit on your ass warming yuutas seatâ. his comment earned a snicker from megumi, which yuuji made a mental note of.
nobara shuts the fridge and shouts from the kitchen, âyou wouldnât need to make it presentable if you hadnât invited the whole population overâ
you think yuuji may be your number one hater and supporter. clearly heâs trying to help you, but at the same time you feel non confrontational.
âspeak your truth. yuuji and megumi are literally the reason the living rooms fucked upâ
a few minutes after the four of you finish âcleaning,â if you could even call it that, maki, inumaki, and yuta show up. as they enter the apartment, inumaki glances around the place.
"so did you guys just decide not to clean or what?" this earned him a slide flying by his head, courtesy of yuuji. while almost everyone is engaged in their own banter now, you make your way over to yuta, praying that it's not going to be the awkward interaction that you have in your head.
you smile as you approach him, "did you bring the ice cream?" his eyes slightly widened as he brings his right hand up to scratch the back of his neck. "soooo," you laugh at his awkwardness, "i ended up buying it but my dumbass left it at the house"
"that's not a problem, we could go get it since your house isn't that far?" you suggested. "wouldnt we miss the movie?" his question is genuine.
"nah we have time. itâs not like theyâd agree on a movie anyway." he shoots you a smile before grabbing the lanyard that hung out his sweats.
"guys, me and yn are going to get icecream, it wonât take long!" maki shoots him a look that tells him not to fuck it up. yuuji acknowledges yutas statement, "oh, can you get popcorn? thereâs like one bag left and i know all of you arenât willing to share"
"oh we actually werenâtâ" youâre cut off by yuta, "weâll get it, itâs fine!"
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"whyâd you agree? i was trying to save you the trouble." he cranks up the car, "itâs fine, besides, do you really wanna be there when they fight over a movie? shit gets ugly." "youâre right," you say in between laughs.
the ride to the store was no more than 10 minutes, most of it consisting of you flipping through songs, due to you not really knowing what he listens to.
after he parks, he raises both of his hands up and looks at you, "do not move." you smirk and raise an eyebrow at his actions, not really knowing what his plan was. that was until you saw him get out the car and go over to your side and open the door.
the smile was evident in your voice, "what are you, prince charming?" as you get out the car, he dramatically bows, "anything you want me to be your highness." this earned laughter from the both of you.
the two of you entered the store and right as the sliding doors opened yuta probably asked the dumbest question you've ever heard.
"we're supposed to be getting popcorn right?" truthfully, he was trying to make conversation after ignoring you for the past few days.
"jeez yuta, you drove us and you don't even know what you're here for?"
he gave you a grin, "i got us here safely, no? thats gotta count for something!"
as the two of you roam isles in search of popcorn, you find yourselves indulging in random conversations from embarrassing childhood stories to things your friends have done. it's effortless, the way you connect with each other, as if you've known each other for much longer than just a few weeks.
you spot the aisle that the item would be in, and reach over to grab his shirt to steer him into the aisle. his eyes widen at the gesture, clearly being caught off guard.
the two of you scan the shelves for a good brand with a reasonable price. you both decide on a box and head to the checkout.
"hey. you aren't slick, i saw you slide those kitkats"
you bring your finger to your chin, "hmm, i don't recall. maybe it's a ghost telling us we need to get them."
the both of you quickly got into the car and drove to his house to get the ice cream he bought. surprisingly it was a really quick stop, he told you to stay in the car and darted into, and back out the house.
by the time the two of you had got back, unsurprisingly, they were still fighting over a movie.
"yn, yuta, please settle this dumbass debate," nobara pleads.
yuuji obnoxiously says that it should be the conjuring, while maki counters and suggests spider-man, but more specifically andrew garfieldâs.
"guys.. yuuji may be right for once. conjuring sounds good as fuck right now"
megumi brings his hand up to his hair, clearly stressed you picked opposite of him "dude just get back in the car youâre unwanted." nobara brings her hand to her mouth clearly trying to stifle a laugh, while inumaki has no shame and does it anyway.
"bitch? i hope your 'situationship' unadds you." this nearly made yuta start praise dancing. his thoughts ran wild of "i have a chance oh my gosh" "she just might fuck with me.." "never will i doubt maki again"
your voice brings him out of his chaotic thoughts, "yuta! pick one!" "oh uh, conjuring i guess? never seen it"
bad idea. he felt like he needed a life saving medical procedure, heâd nearly shit himself 3 different times. the only thing that made the movie slightly tolerable was you sitting on his left. yuujis sitting on the floor and whispers, if you could call it that, and asks for some of your popcorn. you respond in a hushed voice, "no! you shouldâve thought about that before you put it on four minutes."
yuta mustâve not gotten the hint not to reach in the bowl, because he took a handful of popcorn from the bowl. "oh but youâll give your little boyfriend some. fine!" he faces back toward the tv, only to be met with a handful of popcorn flying at his face from maki telling him to shut the fuck up.
the rest of the night went smoothly but somewhere in there you found yourself knocked out on yuta. during the credits, inumaki and yuuji were laughing at him for pretty much not moving a muscle.
you woke up to an almost abandoned couch, just maki sitting on the end. you quirked an eyebrow, "whereâd the rest go?" "outside."
"i do have a question for you though," the little people in your head are panicking right now, "do you like yuta?"
you sheepishly smile, "uhm. . . yeah heâs a good friend i guess?" she gives you a look that a disappointed parent would give their kid, "you know what i mean."
"i guess? yeah. i probably started liking him when i streamed with him for the first time, heâs really sweet."
she hums in response, and right in time, nobara comes back through the door with toge, and yuuji, megumi, and yuta trailing behind her.
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Byka Atroksia (Chapter 12)
Contains: toxic relationship, angst
Wordcount: ~3.15k
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Once he was in the gardens he listened to the noises of the variety of birds that still filled the air with their songs late at night.Â
Obviously Daemon hadnât expected to see anyone else in the gardens at that late hour so he looked surprised when he spotted a person who was observing the night sky a few feet away from him. It was his brother and Daemon slowly approached him. "Brother."
Viserys twitched and then took his eyes off the sky. "Gods be good, you canât scare me like this."
"Forgive me, your grace." His brother smiled and then continued to admire the starry nightsky.
"Is it not breathtaking?", he simply asked and Daemon followed his eyes. It indeed looked pretty and they kept standing like this for a while until Viserys looked at him again.
"Would you accompany me on a stroll through the gardens, Daemon? It is such a beautiful night."
"Of course, brother.", he said and lowered his head.
At first the two simply enjoyed the silence of the night and the noises of the creatures that were howling through the air. But then Viserys exhaled and smiled at Daemon. "It is good that you are back, brother."
"I was only away for a few days.â
Viserys shrugged his shoulders. "And yet I am happy."
After a little pause Viserys started talking again. "You are not only my brother, Daemon but also a trustworthy and loyal friend. You have proven yourself these last months. And Iâm happy that it has happened at last."
Daemon chuckled and rolled his eyes. "You sound as if I have been your greatest enemy before."
"Not my greatest enemy. But you must admit that it wasnât always easy between us. And I blame the both of us for it. We have fought unnecessary fights, were caught up in games that were only about pride and honor but hadnât realised what is truly important in life."
Daemon watched his brother. "You are my family, Daemon. And you have a place at my court as well as at my side. I want you to be a part of my family. Not only when it fits with your plans and your schedule.", Viserys chuckled. "I have seen how you have acted these past weeks and I valued it. You have shown yourself loyal to the crown and to your brother. I donât want to put this trust and faith on risk again. I just need you to know this. That I appreciate you and the way you have developped."
Daemon remained silence. His head was empty and flooded with thoughts at the same time, if that made sense. Then he looked down to the ground.
"Thank you.", he simply said not capable of finding any better words. Viserys swiftly touched his brotherâs arm, a short gesture of affection and then started walking again. "We should get back in the keep. It has gotten late."
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You yawned loudly and as so many times before observed the painting on the ceiling of your chambers. And once again you couldnât find anything new. Your ceiling was one of the most special and beautiful in the keep. It had several of your Targaryen ancestors painted on it and when you were young, Rhaenyra used to come to your room, lay on her back next to you and then look at these figures. She would tell you what she had learned in todayâs lesson and teach you the content while pointing at the right Targaryen on your ceiling.
You smiled at the memory. Now it was the next morrow, you were wrapped in your blanket and Daemon was in your head again. You had woken up early in the morrow when the sun had only just risen from the horizon. You quickly and without making too much noise left your uncleâs room not without leaving a note that told him that you had gone to your own chambers to avoid any disaster. You had felt that this was the perfect opportunity to secretly get into your chamber as all the people except the servants were still in their beds. You had gone back to your room to lay in your bed again and had even managed to sleep several hours.
And now you laid there, not able to distract yourself from your desires. You wanted to see Daemon. You grunted in your pillow and then at some point you knew you had to get up. Today the Martells would arrive at Kingâs Landing. The wedding between Evya Tyrell und Jaehaerys would take place soon and lords and ladies from all over the seven Kingdoms would attend the royal feast. Just when you were about to get up there was a knock on the door.
"Come.", you shouted and your maid opened the door.
"My Princess. Forgive me the early interruption. I come to bring you this tea."
You frowned and bit your lip. Daemon had really been serious. At least you thought so because you couldnât think of another reason why your maid would bring you a tea. You hadnât ordered to bring her one and who else except Daemon would?
"Thank you. Ehm⊠who ordered you to bring it to me?" You got up and grabbed the cup that the maid had put on the table.
"Oh the maester did.", she spoke and widened her eyes. "He just approached me and said he has the order to get this tea to the Princess Vhaela." The maid smiled proudly. "He explicitly said he wanted me to do it. He said I was reliable."
"Thank you, Maygen." You softly blew against the hot liquid and then smelled on it. It smelled like usualy herb tea and you carefully took a sip. If you didnât know better you wouldnât suspect this tea to be anything special. You drank the entire cup and then started to get ready for the day.
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The whole keep was preparing for the wedding and you and your sister spent the morning putting up Targaryen banners all over the keep. In the afternoon it was time, then.
You stood next to your sister and Daemon by the keep while the carriages approached your family. Your father wore his crown and smiled at the Lord who exited the carriage.
"Your Grace.", he said with a thick accent.
"Lord Phyre." A few other people got out of the carriage as well and then they sank on their knees in front of your father.
"Oh please rise, my dear friends." The other people, who consisted of Lord Phyreâs wife, sister, sons and daughters greeted Rhaenyra, Daemon and you as well and then they were guided up to the red keep. Kiyara, the youngest daughter of Lord Phyre watched the towers of the keep with big eyes and almost stumbled over her own feet while walking.
After their rooms had been shown to the Martells and they had the chance to rest for a while, the Targaryens and them sat in the gardens to eat and drink and celebrate their visit.
"My King. How long has it been?" Viserys chuckled and poured more wine in Lord Phyreâs cup.
"I donât know, my friend. But please, please. Enough with these courtesies. Right now Iâm here as your old friend." The man laughed and grabbed the cup the your father offered him. "As my king commands."
It was a funny group of people and it would have been even more beautiful if your uncleâs presence wouldnât distract you that much. His leg touched yours and you couldnât stop staring at his hands that rested on the table. Your heart beat faster and you couldnât properly listen to the words out of Lady Giyaâs mouth. You slightly pressed your knee against Daemonâs thigh but didnât get a reaction. You just wanted his attention, just for a moment. A smirk, a wink with his eye. He hadnât really looked at you all day so you were craving his eyes on you.
So your knee pushed a little harder against him and Daemon suddenly moved your leg away with his hand. You felt numb, disappointed and looked at his profile. Why did he push you away?
"Daemon.", you whispered quietly but he ignored you even though you were almost certain that he had heard you. So you now laid your hand on his thigh trying to get him to look at you. But no, he didnât. He simply grabbed your wrist and removed your hand from his body. You felt miserable. Pathetic. Here you were begging for Daemonâs attention, gods be good it was just sad. But you needed him, you wanted him to want you just as much. Why did he reject you, you wondered. You waited a while and didnât try another move. You just crossed your arms in front of your chest and tried not to look too upset. After a while Daemon suddenly got up from the table.
"Will you excuse me for a second, your grace?", he spoke and the King nodded graciously. You watched him leave with a bad feeling in your stomach. Was he simply in a bad mood? Or had you done something to upset him? Everything in you screamed to follow him to have a word. But with what reasoning? But then, suddenly as your eyes wandered over the gardens you had an idea. You saw your septa walk by the walls of the keep. You simply needed an excuse, an explanation to leave the table for a few moments.
"Father.", it burst out of you and everyone turned to look at you. "Can I talk to my septa real quickly? I accidently took a book from her last lesson."
Viserys seemed a little confused but didnât want any troubles today so he nodded. "Yes, daughter, if it is important."
You gave him a swift smile and then got up to seemingly run to your septa. But once you were out of sight you changed your direction and started to look for your uncle. He probably had gone deeper in the gardens and searched the main road leading through them. And you were successful. Daemon stood next to a big oak tree and looked rather annoyed when he saw you.
"Vhaela. I remember leaving the table to have a moment alone."
"Forgive me.", you said with a weak voice. "I-I was wondering if⊠if you are fine."
He chuckled loudly. "Of course Iâm fine."
"But why have you been ignoring me all day? Why have you pushed me away?"
Daemon rolled his eyes and slightly shifted so he wasnât looking at you anymore. "Just stop it."
You flinched. "Stop what?"
Daemon sighed deeply and glared at you. "Stop touching me. Stop whispering at me." You felt your eyes fill with tears and tried to blink them away.
"W-What? But why?" You didnât want to upset him further but you needed to know what was wrong. Seven hells, he the way he had touched and fucked you the day before hadnât seemed like he was annoyed by you. If you werenât completely off you would think that he had desired you. And now all of a sudden he despised you?
"Just do as I say, niece.", Daemon hissed.
"But why?", you desperately cried out and Daemon crossed his arms in front of his chest, looking at you cold and indifferent with raised eyebrows. "Because I say so."
You were speechless. You felt like you were about to faint or break down. You inhaled deeply but there wasnât enough air filling your lungs. Your hands were shaking and the tears threatened to fall down your face.
"S-So youâre just all of a sudden telling me that you donât want to touch me again?"
Daemon didnât move a muscle in his face. "Yes. It was simply a little fun. Which is over now."
It was like you couldnât perceive your surroundings anymore. And the trees, Daemon, everything looked blurry. You didnât really notice Daemon walking away from you and just stood there, in the midst of the garden on the edge of breaking down.
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Daemon dug his fingernails into the palm of his hands and chewed on his lower lip. He didnât listen to Lord Phyreâs adventures about his time with Viserys in Dorne. He didnât look at the Martell children staring at him with great interest. His thoughts were on you. Of course they were. He naturally hadnât liked seeing you that way. It gave him joy to make you happy and see you smile and knowing that he had just hurt you like this didnât exactly make him feel awesome. And yet he wouldnât change what he had just done.
After Daemonâs conversation with his brother last night he hadnât been able to fall asleep for a long time. Even though he would never admit it, his brotherâs words had moved him. Because he felt the same way and he also knew that what he know had with Viserys was delicate but precious. And he would try to guard it. All his life Daemon had felt like his older brother hadnât seen him as his equal. He had been young when he got the reputation of the messy and dangerous brother. Viserys was the mature one, the reasonable one. And Daemon had felt as if Viserys viewed it the same way and preferred avoiding him and sending him to do unimportant things far away from the capital rather than putting him in a powerful position close to Viserys. But it really seemed like it had changed over the last months and it was new to Daemon and yet it felt good.
And while he had been laying in bed and reliving his conversation with Viserys Daemon had come to a conclusion. He wouldnât risk this bond with his brother because he was fucking you. As much as he had enjoyed you these last weeks, it was insignificant in comparison to what was at stake. This relationship to Viserys was of much worth and he knew that if he would find out about the acitivities of Daemon and you he would be furious, angered and might send him away again. He wouldnât trust Daemon anymore, wouldnât let him be close by his side again and wouldnât put a major task in his hands ever again. And Daemon didnât want that, he genuinely wanted a place by his brotherâs side. He wanted to protect him, advice him and have a good relationship with his only brother. And he couldnât uphold this while betraying him and bedding you behind his back. That was simply not possible. He already had disrespected Viserys by dishonouring you but now he neither wanted to repeat it with the risk of him finding out nor continue to disrespect him by doing it again behind his back. Even if he wouldnât find out, it would make Daemon feel a little bad to touch you knowing that your father remained in the dark and wasnât even aware that Daemon had discredited him and now did it again almost every night.
He would be lying if he said that he hadn't partly taken your maidenhood to mock his brother. Because after all it was true that for a long time Daemon had felt neglected and overlooked by Viserys. Taking you now, his youngest daughter had given him some sort of relief and pleasure. It had felt like he could get back at his brother in some way. All his life he had craved Viserys' attention, who just stamped Daemon as dangerous and unpredictable and had always kept distance between him and his brother. Daemon had messed around, caused problems simply for his brother to perceive and notice him.
And now, he had not only gotten back at him for the humiliation he had felt, by dishonouring him and bedding his daughter, no, his brother's youngest daughter was craving and yearning for his attention just like he had done in the past for Viserys'. It brought him so much relief and gloating.
But well⊠Now things seemed to be a little different because his brother wanted to change their relationships so obviously Daemon's motivation and aspirations changed as well. By now he definitely not only fucked you to get back at his brother, in fact he never really had for this reason alone; no, he had always enjoyed you. But he knew that he didn't have the desire right now to hurt Viserys. He wanted to have you, but he didn't want to destroy Viserys' and his relationship. Daemon didnât feel bad or regretful very often, which made all of this new to him, but he knew that it would be better to stop this fling with you. So he had and it had hurt him to watch you on the verge of crying. But Daemon was still Daemon so he had done what was necessary and he thought youâd recover from it soon.
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It was late when Daemon saw you again. The Targaryens and Martells dined together in the great hall and you were sitting on the opposite side of the table. Your eyes were slightly reddened so Daemon knew you had cried. Still, at first he looked at you indifferently and then almost didnât look at you at all for the rest of the night.
You felt terrible and just wanted to go to your chambers and not ever leave your room. You felt pathetic, wretched, filthy, ⊠used. You didnât even bother to act like you were in a good mood and gave short answers which Daemon obviously noticed as well. Lord Phyreâs daughter didnât stop asking questions about Kingâs Landing and the red keep and it was hard for you to behave friendly.
"Who built the throne?"
"Aegon the Conquerer.", you answered.
"How many people live in Kingâs Landing?"
"500,000."
"Who built the Red Keep?"
You sighed deeply and closed your eyes annoyed. You knew that you were unfair because none of this was the Princess Jesmyneâs fault. She was just a little girl who was curious and in any other case you would have been open and delighted to answer her questions. But you couldnât do it today. You were too exhausted.
"Perhaps you should just go to the septa and ask her all your questions." Jesmyne looked a little scared and disappointed.
"That was very rude of you, niece." You raised your gaze and looked at your uncle. His face was cold and he leaned back in his chair. You felt your lower lip tremble with anger and sadness.
"Apologise to the Princess.", Daemon hissed.
You looked at him for another moment, your eyes begging him to make this all only be a bad dream but hisâ remained fierce.
"Forgive me, Princess.", you said breathlessly while your eyes turned to her. "Itâs been a long day. King Maegor the Cruel built the keep."
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A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be - Max Verstappen
written by alocon
Note: Based on the song A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be by Jess Benko
Summary: You are a Red Bull Racing driver who decided to make a song over the summer break about your ex... Who just so happens to be a Red Bull Racing driver. Said driver decided to listen to the song, reliving memories from when you were together as the lyrics progressed
Warning: Angst? I guess. Plus some social media at the end x
[The Masterlist] [Part Two Here]
A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be - MVÂč
Max looked at his phone, reading the post and instantly heading to the link to listen to your new song. He sat back on his bed, listening as the guitar started.
"I never should've called"
[October 2010]
Picking up the phone, you sighed before you dialled the number that he had given you earlier.
âHello, is this [Name]?â He asked once he picked up the phone.
âYep. It is indeed,â you responded, hearing a sigh through the screen from the man.
He smiled. âI was hoping you would call.â
"âCause I knew you would leave me"
[October 2010]
âRacing is the most important part of my life,â he said as you both sat in the coffee shop talking, getting to know one another. âIt's always racing over anything. I want to be a Formula One driver one day.â
âI get it, I'm the same.â
"But I didn't think you could do it so easily"
[November 2018]
âNo. I can't. Racing over everything, remember? Just like I said when we were 13. This is over.â
âMax you can race and be with me, you know?â
Max turned to you, bitterly laughing. It was obvious that any love he had for you was long gone. âNot when we're going to be driving together.â
âIt's not like there's anything in the contract about us not dating. It's never changed how we drive together. Are you seriously going to throw us away for no damn reason?â You questioned, watching as he shrugged before nodding. You stood up. âFine by me.â It was not fine by you, but you weren't going to let him see that. You walked out of his driver's room. Just like that. 8 years down the drain.
"I never should have held your hand on that cold rainy night"
[November 2010]
âYou look nice,â the 13-year-old said, greeting you with a hug. You hugged him back, of course. Your 13th birthday was last week and he had got you some flowers for it, knowing that you loved them. He looked at you as you began to walk. Looking back, you slipped your hand into his, making him smile, cheeks flushing slightly. That wasn't the only time that you held hands that night. You held hands on the run home whilst you darted from shelter to shelter, attempting to avoid the awful weather.Â
âYou said the weather would be good,â you stated to him through laughs as you got to the bus stop, pausing to take shelter for a moment.
He was also laughing and turned to you. âI thought it was!â
"Cause further along it would cause another fight"
[December 2010]
âIt's not my fault that your dad was following us all night!â You were angry at the accusations that your boyfriend was yelling at you.
âHe got so mad about it. He wants us to break up because you decided to hold my hand.â
âAnd is that what you want, Max?â
He sighed, taking a breath to calm himself down. He stepped closer to you, pulling you into a soft hug. âNo. No it's not. I'm sorry.â
"Stranger, that's all I see. When I look into your eyes."
[July 2023]
You stood on the top step of the podium, having just won the British Grand Prix. Beside you, in P2, was Verstappen. On the other side, in P3, was Lando. The champagne spraying had already happened and it was now time for a photo. You felt eyes on you.
Turning around, your eyes met Max's. He looked at you with something you couldn't read, but you didn't care. Your eyes gave back a completely blank look, almost as if you didn't know him. You shuffled along for the photo, both drivers on either side of you. You felt Max's hand place against your back. You shuffled out of his grip, swapping places with Lando so he was in the middle. His arm went to where Max's just was but you didn't push him away. You made a 1 with your hand, Lando making a 3 as the three of you posed with your race engineer.
"A Soulmate That Wasn't Meant To Be"
[April 2019]Â
âWhat happened between you two anyway?â
You turned to look at Charles and Seb as the pair eyes you both sat as far away from one another as Charlesâ driver room couch would allow. It was an innocent question. He didn't know.Â
âI guess we were just soulmates who weren't meant to be,â Max answered, shrugging as he spoke.
You rolled your eyes. âSomething like that,â you thought.
"Stranger, who knows all my secrets"
[January 2010]
You gasped. âNo way you did that!â You said, looking at Max as he laughed softly.Â
âI did.â It took him a few minutes to calm down before he looked at you. âYour turn. What's your biggest secret?â
"Can pull me apart and break my heart"
[February 2019]
Your first time being around Max properly since you both broke up. He treated you like you weren't as important as him. He treated you as if you didn't have more wins than him, acting like he was the better driver, the better person, as if he didn't rip you apart into a bunch of tiny pieces when he out of the blue ended your 8 year relationship. The pair of you had been dating since you were 13 and he threw that away for nothing.
He used the excuse that racing meant he couldn't be with you but that wasn't true at all. You were both driving together for years and it changed nothing. But he went from, one day being excited about you also moving to Red Bull with him, to ending the relationship with no explanation. It made no sense.
"A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be"
[September 2014]
âDo you think soulmates exist?â
It was a question you had been curious to know for ages. You asked him so casually as you sat on his bed, watching a show on the TV on his wall. He looked at you, not even hesitating to answer. âWell if they do, I hope you're mine.â
"I never should've kissed, kissed your hand"
[October 2010]
You met him for the first time. He walked over and introduced himself to you. It was some dumb competition. 2 teams, hand the karting grid in each team. Your team vs his, whichever team scored more karting points got to choose everyone else's outfits the next week. Of course, you had won and, of course, Charles had expertly suggested that you all make them wear fancy dress princess dresses.Â
You laughed as he walked over to you. âI wouldn't have to wear this stupid dress if it wasn't for your last lap overtake,â he declared, feigning annoyance before following your laugh, unable to hold it back any longer.Â
âWell, for the record, Max. You make a very pretty princess.â You picked his hand up in yours, teasingly placing a kiss on it before breaking out into laughter again at the unimpressed look on his face.
"I am under your control"
[December 2023]
âLet Max Through.â
The three words that drove you insane. Even when you were quicker, even when you were fighting him for championships, it was always you being told to give up the place for him. Even when either of you could easily win, Horner favourited Max. You hated being in Red Bull at the moment. You hated how unfair it was. You hated the way that he was the golden boy and you were nothing. You would have more wins than him if Christian didn't berate you every time you didn't listen and let Max through. But not this time. This was your championship, and noone will take it away from you.Â
"I will never understand"
[December 2023]
âWe told you to give the place to Max,â you heard Horner say through the radio as you crossed the line.Â
âI was quicker, though.â
âI don't care.â
âHe's already world champion, does it matter?â
âYes.â
You really didn't understand why you were nothing to them.Â
"I never should have said âI love youâ. You never said it back."
[November 2018]
âSeriously, Max. This is so out of the blue. I love you. I thought you loved me.â
He didn't reply, just stared at you with a blank expression. That was when you realised. He didn't love you. Maybe he never did.Â
"So why do I still care for you?"
[July 2021]
âWhat happened?â You asked as you walked up to the pit wall, the red flag having just came out.
âMax and Lewis touched.â You looked to the screen, seeing Max's car in the wall. You felt your heartbeat grow faster. Shit. That looked bad.
âIs he okay?â
âYes. We're getting him to medical now.â
"Stranger, that's all I see. When I look into your eyes, a soulmate who wasn't meant to be. Stranger, who knows all my secrets, can pull me apart and break my heart. A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be."
[August 2021]
You sat down beside Kimi and Anthonio, who looked at you. âHe's being a dick again, I take it?â The Finn asked and you nodded, infuriated.Â
âWhen isn't he being a dick to you. What did he do this time?â Antonio was the next to ask a question.
You shrugged, beginning to explain his major outburst to you, calling you the worst driver he's ever been teammates with, a bitch, saying he was glad he âgot rid of you when he got the chanceâ, saying that you're nothing compared to him you'll never be anything. As per either his usual outbursts, Jos was sat watching in the corner.
"I wish I could go back to the day we met and leave you be."
[May 2022]
Those were the words you shouted back at him when, once more, Jos and Christian berated you for not letting him through. He seemed taken aback. You had not shouted back at him like that before. He never realised you could shout that loud and full of hate.Â
âDon't say that about him.â Christian's voice boomed as he screamed at you once again.
âWell, if I didn't, maybe I would've been able to be respected by you guys, rather than treated like shit.â
"Sit and look pretty"
[August 2023]
âWhat?â You looked into the audience at the person who said that. As you went to speak, you heard someone do it before you could.Â
âFuck you.â
Such a simple phrase yet elegantly put by Max as he flipped the questioner off, before shooting you an apologetic look. He felt bad for snapping rather than letting you speak. He just couldn't help defending you. He really didn't hate you, he never could. In fact, he felt quite the opposite for you. He could never let you know that, though
âBeing a Formula One driver is tough, even more so for women because we are judged by people like you. I do not just sit there and look pretty. I do my job.â
"Never should've called. Never should've kissed."
A lot of the time, you regretted getting with Max. It was always bound to go badly. Sometimes you wondered if you were really that stupid. Stupid enough to believe it was the right thing to do. That you would work out.
"Never should've said."
[January 2024]
You sighed, looking at the photo of you and Max you found under your drawers in your room. You saw some writing on the back. It must've been there for a while, likely falling out of your drawer after you rearranged it the previous week. You turned it over, recognising Max's writing.
âDiary thing,Â
This photo is of me and the love of my life. My dad made me break up with her. I didn't want to but it was either her ass on the line or mine. And I didn't want him to terrorise her. Anyways I miss her, that was all. I never should've said that I wanted to break up with herâ
What the fuck?
"Stranger, that's all I see. When I look into your eyes, a soulmate who wasn't meant to be. Stranger, who knows all my secrets. Can pull me apart and break my heart. A soulmate who wasn't meant to be."
The song came to an end and, by it, Max was crying. He opened his phone, finding the post on Instagram, typing out a comment. One that she didn't reply to.
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youruser: Surprise, new song out now!! Link in my bio. Thank you lewishamilton for being my guitarist!! (Bonus Pic of Arthur because he took the 8th photo of me!)
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lewishamilton: Such a beautiful song, thank you for letting me be the guitarist. So so proud of you â€ïžÂ
youruser: Thank you !! â€ïž
georgerussell63: Great song!! Smashed it đ
youruser: Appreciate it, Mr. Russell
charles_leclerc: Excellent song! Maybe I could be your pianist next time? đÂ
youruser: Absolutely, you're already on my collab list dw đ charles_leclerc: Right alongside Yuki and Pierre as your backup singers, I hope? We've all heard their excellent karaoke đ€Â youruser: Obviously!
carlossainz55: Such an emotional song, loved it đâ€ïž
youruser: Thank you, Carlos!!
maxverstappen1: Lovely song! I really enjoyed it
landonorris: Right. That's it. You're paying for my therapy.
youruser: You're a driver too. Pay for your own âïžđ oscarpiastri: Can you pay for my therapy tho? youruser: Ofc, send me the bill landonorris: ACTUAL FAVOURITISM???? WHAT THE HELL youruser: đđ
yukitsunoda0511: I am officially your biggest fan, I'm obsessed.
youruser: Yuki!! You're an angel đ€ yukitsuonda0511: So are you! đ€
danielricciardo: All 3 of us are crying over your song rn.Â
youruser: Crying session in the VCARB garage, pull up.
estebanocon: Much better than your drunk singing đ
youruser: I'll have you know, Mr. Ocon, that my drunk singing is wonderful. estebanocon: No its not. charles_leclerc: No its not. pierregasly: No its not. lance_stroll: No its not. youruser: Screw the lot of you.
pierregasly: She can sing? I didn't know she could do that. (Not well at least, drunk karaoke is always horrific with you)
youruser: đ«”đ«” When I find you.
lance_stroll: Well done, great song.
youruser: Thank you.
fernandoalo_oficial: So proud đÂ
youruser: Thank you !!
zhouguanyu24: Wow đ
youruser: Thank Youuu omg
valtteribottas: Beautiful song, kiddoÂ
youruser: Thank you Val!
alex_albon: New favourite song.
youruser: Ahh thank you
logansargeant: I got to hear it early!! Luckiest person ever.
youruser: Logan you're actually one of the nicest person to ever exist. alex_albon: Ah So this is why he's crying. yukitsunoda0511: Lucky :( youruser: Dw Yuki, I'll show you early next time! X
liamlawson30: My girlfriend has been playing this on repeat.
youruser: TELL HER I LOVE HER liamlawson30: Nah, you've stolen enough of the WAGs.
nyckdevries: Excellent song!
youruser: Nyck!!! Miss you đ
mickschumacher: Launch Party soon??? This is actually heaven in a song.
youruser: Thank you. Launch Party soon, you're so invited
nicholaslatifi: Great song!
youruser: THE GOAT HAS ARRIVED, THIS IS NOT A DRILL đŁđŁ Thank you Nicky
sebastianvettel: So so proud of you, kiddo.
youruser: Thanks, I miss you Seb x sebastianvettel: I miss you too. Meet up soon?Â
kimimatiasraikkonen: So many words for the song and every one of them is positiveÂ
youruser: Kimi đâ€ïž
nicorosberg: Wow!! Well done you two đ€©
youruser: Thank you, Brit (Kill Lew please this comment was his idea) lewishamilton: Thanks, Britney nicorosberg: Never mind. You're both annoying đ
jensonbutton: Beautiful, beautiful song
youruser: Miss you Jens!
AlphaTauri: Wow??? đ€©
youruser: THANK YOUUUU
schecoperez: Is this about who I think it is?? Lovely song x
youruser: It might be, depends who you think it is about, thank you. X
formula1: Song of the year???
youruser: THANK YOU ADMIN X
christianhorner: It's not bad. đ
user: "not bad"? I'd like to see you do better. *liked by youruser*
mercedesamgf1: THAT'S OUR GRID GIRL <3
youruser: Ahh đ love u admin mercedesamgf1: love u too
user: notice how other teams are commenting but not redbull??? The team she fucking drives for?
user2: They don't respect her as a driver or person, it sucks :(
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Hi All, Hope you enjoyed! Have a nice day. Got nothing against Max btw, just fancied an angsty story btw. Thinking of another angsty Red Bull story soon Alocon
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Heart to Heart đ€
Jackson!Joel Miller x f!reader
Main Masterlist | Joel Miller Masterlist
Summary: Joel and you are out on a ride on a little Autumn Date.
Word count: 755
Warnings: no use of y/n, female reader, post outbreak, reader has no name only a nickname, size difference, one Sarah mention, Ellie is mentioned too, fluff, undefined age gap, possibly hints to something not so good(letâs see if you catch it)
If I missed anything please let me know đđ»
Authors note: this is for @studioghibelli âs Writing Challenge. Shoutout to her she created the moodboard, itâs sooooo beautiful. đ«¶đ»
Shoutout to @cafekitsune for the dividers đ€
Disclaimer: English is not my first language so if you come across mistakes it might be due to that. Iâm totally here for constructive criticism or feedback on how to improve. In general I appreciate comments, likes and reblogs greatly đ«¶đ»
Songâs I listened to while writing:
Second Hand Lovers - Oren Lavie
The Whisp Sings - Winter Aid
everything I wanted - Billie Eilish
Dark Red - Steve Lacy
Paris, Texas - Lana Del Rey, SYML
Champagne Coast - Blood Orange
What A Heavenly Way To Die - Troye Sivian
What A Wonderful World - Soap&Skin
Goodbye - Apparat
Moonlight on the River - Mac DeMarco
Tumbledown - Hayley Ross
Itâs a beautiful day to ride out for a Date with the one and only Joel Miller. Itâs late September when the leaves are turning into a sea of yellow, orange and red specks. The temperatures gradually decrease until one day they completely drop. Youâre excited for the first winter youâll experience in Jackson.Â
Joel has been your boyfriend for about 6 months.Â
And ever since he asked you to be his, he tries to take you out for a little Date every other week where itâs just you two without any distractions.Â
Joel is sitting behind you this time, usually heâs in the front. Heâs better at horse riding than you. He knows his horse blue obviously better than you do, still you wanted to have the rains this time.Â
You love feeling him so close behind you, a big solid warm wall of a man, your man.Â
One of his arms is curled around your waist, hand resting on your belly and the other arm is placed on your thigh with his hand gripping your inner thigh.Â
After riding for about an hour you approach the big open field and tell Joel you want to get off.Â
Of course the gentleman that he is he helps you down which is probably not a good idea with his bad back. Thatâs nothing to stop him though.
Once youâre standing on your own two feet you lean up to peck him on one of his scruffy cheeks âThank you cowboyâ and then you tip your imaginary Stetson towards him giggling sweetly.Â
Joel is used to your shenanigans at this point. âYa lucky I think ur cute, Sunny girl.â He smiles but then it turns into something more sorrowful âSaâŠ- Sarah wouldâve loved ya Darlin.â You know how hard it still is to talk about her âWhyâs that?âÂ
âCuz ya so incredibly kind, gentle, humorous and fearless. Jus like she was.âÂ
âIâm not fearless Joel, Iâm afraid all the time. Most of all about what I would do without you. Iâd lose myself.âÂ
âDonât worry bout that baby Iâm not gonna ever leave ya alone. I promise.â He holds up his little pinky and you intertwine yours with his. Smiling at each other.Â
Itâs moments like this where you realize how much you love Joel Miller. You love his dark brown eyes, his equally dark brown hair streaked with greys, the curve of his prominent nose and his strong jaw thatâs sparsely covered in salt-pepper scruff.Â
His broad frame makes him seem unbreakable as does his normally so grumpy attitude towards anyone, but you know he is way more than this. For you and Ellie he tries to let his walls down.Â
You grab his hand and tug him forwards so you can walk across the field with blue on his side going along with you two.Â
The field is your favorite place to go to and even though it might not be the safest since itâs such an open spot, itâs the prettiest scenery youâve ever come across. Beyond the field the woods start again and in the far distance you can see the mountains.Â
You turn to Joel âYou think maybe thereâs a lodge somewhere up in the mountains?âÂ
He thinks about it for a moment and then responds âYeah maybe, why ya askin?âÂ
You shrug your shoulders. âI donât know maybe if thereâs one we could go there in winter as a lil family trip with Ellie.âÂ
Joel smiles âsâ a nice idea Sunny. When weâre back in Jackson, Iâll ask Tommy to go look with me. Ya gonna get the lodge of your dream Baby.â With that he pulls you close to his chest and presses a kiss to the top of your head.Â
Once youâve crossed the field you turn around to take a look at the stunning sunset.Â
You tug at Joelâs jacket to get him to noticeÂ
âJoel, look at how majestic the sunset is.â
He turns and gently laughs and you look at him confused.Â
âWhat?â
âSunny, the sunsets, they ainât got nothing on you. Ya the prettiest thing in this world.Â
Cheesy old men you think to yourself.Â
âI love you Joel.âÂ
âI love you too Baby.âÂ
3 months laterâŠ..
Kneeling in the snow, all you can think about is how much you wish to rewind time and stop yourself from ever telling Joel about finding that stupid lodge. The bitter reality is, you cannot do anything you have to live with the consequences of your actions.Â
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aot boys x guilty pleasures
a/n: this is me being self indulgent and having a lil fun so forgive the shitposting but also feedback is always appreciated mwah
eren loves the shit out of nature documentaries you'll leave him alone one saturday night and you'll come back to find him sprawled on the couch watching life of mammals or some shit on netflix lmao you'd be on a date and he'd get suddenly excited enough to hit you with random facts like âbtw did you know that the average blood pressure of a giraffe is around 300/190?â he'd literally barge in rooms with a âbabe omg hummingbirds are like the only birds that can fly backwardsâ and you'd just be sitting on the toilet with a very unimpressed look but he's cute 12/10 would make a good park ranger or whatever
armin is lowkey obsessed with youtubers like he legitimaly sits down and watches hours on end of unboxing/reaction videos or travel vlogs jfc and it's always the dumb stuff ya know like person x unboxing the same phone in 10 different colors or person y reacting to drake's new single and THAT controversial lyric. it's exhausting really he'd be in bed at 3am still going through chrissy's 27 min travel vlog about some bali vacation gone wrong and don't even get me started on drama and internal feuds or breakups oh my god he has a whole playlist of breaking my silence videos on youtube to keep track of who's said what so he can pick the best side
you've introduced jean to the world of fandoms and fanfiction and at first he was all like nah that's too weird but now he has his own ao3 account and eats the weirdest most hilarious shit up, will also use acquired terms in the wrongest way like you'd be watching bridgerton together and he'd suddenly nod to himself with a OOOO TRIGGER WARNING THEY BOUT TO FUCK lmao he's obsessed tbh his twitter is filled with commentary on random chapters he's screenshot and that I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP titanic gif posted over and over again like no honey you will not we've moved past that 10 years ago
oh god connie is such a chronic playlist creator he'd have one for EVERYTHING and he genuinely spends hours selecting the perfect most appropriate songs and titles for each one, you best believe before you first started dating he's made one for you called âi like you idgaf about your boyfriendâ which came with a weird ass mix of sweet stuff like just the way you are by bruno mars and cash shit by megan thee stallion lmaooo he's so random he thinks he's good at it too and you don't have the heart to tell him that âget down dirty bedroom sexy lapdance musicâ ain't a good title. it's kinda attractive that he's not a music snob tho like he'd be blasting country music classics while cooking, rap mixtapes when he's taking a shower or full on broadway showtunes when driving, he also has a cute voice that cracks on higher notes but it secretly turns you on how deep in the moment he is while screaming to defying gravity in the car
levi gets a weird kick out of serial killer documentaries or real footage of their interviews/trials, also listens to A LOT of true crime podcasts and TAKES NOTES about the most interesting cases to check if he'd be able to solve the unsolved ones and he'd always test you as well? you'd be reading a book in bed and he'd plop next to you with a dead serious look on his face asking shit like âwould you help some random guy with a cast on his arm carry his bags?â đ€š out of the blue like ?????? baby that's kinda weird can you not but it's really just him trying to flex his big big brain thank fuck he's not an actual cop he'd be insufferable (and way less hot)
to absolutely no one's surprise reiner's guilty pleasure has to do with you, the man's all about you (and hockey), you've asked him to take a bath with you once and now not a single motherfucking week goes by without him looking at you big big puppy eyes asking âbath???â most evenings after work. it doesn't even have to lead to anything he's just content basking in warm water and bubbles with you in his lap, he gets to massage shampoo into your scalp if you want to wash your hair and is now a pro at creating the perfect atmosphere with oils and dimmed lights and omg don't even get me started on candles, he's memorized your favorite scents and now also has his own preferences, catch him walking around a yankee candle store at least twice a month, girls working there ask this big scary grumpy guy if he needs help and he'd reply with the softest most polite & specific hi hello yes actually i need to stock up on sparkling cinnamon and snow globe wonderland tyvm
porco 100% checks his naked self out in the mirror lmaooo i know this shouldn't count as something people wouldn't believe he'd do but it's kinda a guilty pleasure i guess??? he finds putting clothes on a lil depressing and knows he's hot. sometimes you'd catch him doing that after showering and the man would be so fucking thirsty for compliments cause what is he supposed to do with muscles and abs and prominent biceps if you won't drool over them a little? he's annoying & also gets soooo whiny if you don't indulge him like :( do you not think your dashing boyfriend is cute :( while flexing, also always tries to convince you to take your clothes off as well for âinspection purposesâ to which you simply flick his forehead lol whether you end up pressed against that very mirror 10 minutes later it's between you and him xoxo
#aot#eren yeager headcanons#eren x reader#armin arlert headcanons#armin x reader#jean kirschtein headcanons#jean x reader#connie springer headcanons#connie x reader#reiner braun headcanons#reiner x reader#levi ackerman headcanons#levi x reader#porco galliard headcanons#porco x reader
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Johnny MacTavish; the other man
pairing: Johnny MacTavish x Price!Reader summary: The MacTavish sisters take things into their own hands, and Johnny gets jealous warnings: verrrrrry slight age gap (I imagine reader to be around 20, Johnny is 26), tiniest bit of angst if you squint a/n: i hope this makes up for the lack of follow up, once again asks are always open. if you want to be added to the tags just let me know :) enjoy my beauties
None of the boys are particularly fond of the more ceremonial side of being in the military. The uniforms are too hot, itchy and Gaz has already complained about the way the trousers are splitting him in half.
The nice aspect of it, is that they get to show their families a small part of what they do, even if itâs a carefully constructed show with lots of procedure.
Price can see you mingling with a few of the other soldierâs families. Youâve always been the most personable of the Priceâs, taking your motherâs kindness and magnifying it tenfold.
Currently youâre in deep conversation with two ginger girls, the three of you chatting animatedly. Price feels himself smiling as he watches you, he doesnât really get to see this side of you very often, all your cousins are much younger, and you rarely bring friends round to the house. Heâs told you many times, youâre not just a guest, itâs your home and he expects you to treat it as such.
You know itâs your home, but you also see how your Uncle is with new people, and you like to keep the sanctity of your home just that. A sanctity.
âYou know youâd be perfect for my brother, he needs someone with a head on their shoulders,â Maisie mentions, switching their conversation in a complete one-eighty.
âAh, maybe.â
Itâs only awkward for you, Maisie and Amelia have no clue that you were in fact sleeping with said brother, not even three weeks ago, and spent most of the time in between texting him.
âHeâd be head over heels for you trust me,â is all that Amelia adds to the conversation. From the twenty-minute conversation youâve had with the two MacTavish girls, youâd learnt Amelia was the older of the two, and slightly more reserved than the youngest, Maisie.
If you thought Johnny was out-going, he had nothing on his baby sister. All big smiles, loud laughs with the biggest heart.
You can see what Johnny says when he tells you he has his work cut out, being the protective older brother.
Maisieâs energy is infections, and her comments about her brotherâs potential affections are quickly forgotten as she moves the conversation onto this new band sheâs been listening to. Before you know it sheâs added a few of their songs to your playlist and youâve promised to text her what you think of them.
The shrill sound of a bugle cuts off the conversation between the three of you, noting the start of the ceremony and presentation.
Itâs nice to see three of the four men parading in all the finery. Ghost for good reason isnât there, you figured that his mask is not part of the official uniform. You sigh, thinking how it must be a shame that the man canât be included in the festivities.
The man in question doesnât, heâs currently in his sweats enjoying the peace and quiet and reading his book, lounging in the now quiet rec room.
Your Uncle sneaks you a subtle smile across the square when you catch his eye. Your face beaming back at him brings him a joy heâll never admit to.
He knows youâre not his daughter, but you might as well be. Heâs resigned himself to the fact that heâll never have kids, heâs getting older and no closer to meeting someone to spend his life with.
He doesnât mind. His time at home is spent catching up with old friends, and enjoying your company. Youâve been confused as his daughter a few times in the village and he hasnât bothered to correct them as of late. He knows you donât mind, you go as far as calling him your third parent, yes, itâs mainly in jest, but the sentiment is there.
By the time the service is over, all the family and friends in attendance descend on the square to take photos and congratulate the people theyâre here for.
You and the two women in tow, make your way over to the three men, lost in conversation over Gazâs continuous complaints about just how uncomfortable he is.
âJohnny!â is all the older man hears before the Scotsman is out of his vision, being nearly bowled over by a flaming red head flying at break-neck speed.
Soapâs spinning the girl in a circle as he laughs with her, over something inaudible to him.
This time itâs your turn to congratulate John, as he pulls you into his side, checking that you werenât too bored and laughing when you say how impressive he was.
A call of your name breaks the quiet conversation the two of you are having, itâs Amelia beckoning you over two where the three MacTavishâs are standing.
âThis is Johnny, honestly you two would be great together, I think you would really get along,â Maisie butts in again, wiggling her eyebrows as she mentions the getting along.
Oh the irony of the whole situation. Thank god Uncle John canât see your face because thereâs currently a shit eating grin adorning your face.
Johnnyâs spluttering, his sisters take this as him being astounded by the woman thatâs in front of him, you know better. His eyes arenât glued to yours, heâs looking slightly behind you, where no doubt your Uncle is glowering at him.
Usually heâd step in, but heâs heard stories about both of Soapâs sisters and thereâs no way heâs facing their wrath. He knows how tormented Soap is by the two of them on the daily, even when heâs in a different country. He doesnât trust that the two of them would turn their focus towards him for interfering in true love.
âWeâre going out for dinner later, you should join us!â is the next thing thatâs uttered and you try to make your excuses, how youâre actually already going for dinner with the man stood behind you, bit itâs too late.
Fortunately, or unfortunately (it depends on who you ask), John gets invited along too, which is how you find yourself at dinner in a nice country pub as a five, instead of two.
Youâre conveniently sat next to Johnny, whilst his two sisters bombard John with questions, many of which are brushed off with a quick âI canât answer that Iâm afraidâ but he makes up with plenty of stories of all the times Soap has done something stupid on base, and a few stories from deployments.
âThis is not the kind of dinner I was talking about,â Johnny murmurs to you, when he notices his sisters have his CO distracted.
That earns him a gentle slap to his stomach as he laughs at the incredulous look plastered on your face.
âYou look beautiful,â is how he follows up his comment, drinking in the way you look in the dim light of the pub.
âSo do you, I mean handsome, I mean not that you arenât beautiful,â you reply stumbling over your words, because god, the tension is palpable.
His hand finds yours underneath the table, stroking slowly over your knuckles, as he decides to finally save Price from his sistersâ rambling.
Youâre surprised at how good he is at keeping his cool, youâre sure your face is radiating so much heat that everyone else at the table can feel it.
Youâre also surprised at how much you like the thrill, maybe itâs just because Johnny is holding your hand, or maybe its the fact that you know youâre doing everything your Uncle told you not to.
You take a moment to think about how different things could be if John was supportive of the two of you. Maybe youâd actually be dating the man sat on your left, and youâd be holding his hand above the table, maybe his arm would be slung around the back of your chair as you lean into him. Heâd toy with your hair slightly, to keep himself from being too distracted from the conversation he was engaged in.
Youâd leave the pub hand-in-hand, stealing kisses from each other, as you walked behind the rest of the guests. Theyâd all be staying in the house with you all. John would make up the sofa bed for Johnnyâs sisters, and youâd fall into bed together, stealing kisses and whispering sweet nothings.
Youâre snapped out of your daydream by Amelia asking if youâre currently seeing anyone, a mischievous glint in her eye.
âOhâŠnot really,â is all you can manage, embarrassed to be interrupted from the tangent your mind had taken you on.
âNot really doesnât mean no! Spill the beans,â Maisie teases, and you realise youâre completely in the shit.
âThereâs this one guy Iâve been talking to I guess. Heâs not from here, but it could work out.â
You notice the shift in Johnny straight away, you feel the absence of his touch immediately as he drops your hand. Price raises his eyebrow, of course youâll be grilled when you get home about this mystery man.
âDidnât know you were seeing anyone,â Johnny mutters, but itâs loud enough for everyone to hear.
Youâre quick to use the slight pause to change the subject, bringing up the first time the two of you met, much to his sistersâ glee and his despair. Even John chortles, thinking back to Soap sputtering over the huge mistake the man made upon your first introduction.
âSeriously Johnny?!â squawks Amelia through her tears.
âThey even look alike, I figured out they were related as soon as they were stood next to each other, and this is the first time weâve met!â is the follow up, through more laughter.
Dinner finishes quickly after that, the two men splitting the bill, not allowing any of their companions to even see it.
John bids his goodbyeâs to Amelia and Maisie, before telling Soap heâll see him on base tomorrow, slightly later than usual. Before you can make your way home the two women are pulling you into hugs, before letting you know theyâve set up a group chat for the three of you.
Johnnyâs goodbye is short and sharp, gone is the playful man you spent most of the evening with.
Itâs only when youâre lying in bed later, rehashing what went wrong that you realise Johnny thinks you were talking about someone else.
I was talking about you, you dolt x
Your phone starts buzzing, and you donât even need to look to know whoâs calling.
âHad me sweating for a minute there, Sweets. Thought I was going to have some random bloke coming for my head.â
You can hear the relief in his voice as he lays the charm on real thick. Between his accent and the things he mumbles down the phone you think your heart might explode.
The crush you have on this man is debilitating, if you can even call it a crush that is. Itâs been on and off about two months of talking to each other, and you know that youâre beginning to get in deep with him.
âSweets, you there?â his voice echos softly through the speaker on your phone, tentative in case youâve accidentally fallen asleep on the phone. It wouldnât be the first time.
âYeah, Iâm here. Just thinking, sorry.â
âDonât be sorry, what you thinking?2
âJust about us, youâŠâ your voice trails off, youâre tired now, inhibitions slipping a little as your head feels slightly heavier on the pillow.
âYeah? Anything good?â you can hear the grin he has plastered on his face as he talks.
âItâs all good. I like you, yâknow.â
Thatâs the first time youâve admitted your feelings for him. You know he knows, and heâs made it very clear he has feelings for you, but hearing you say it has him bouncing off the walls with glee. Itâs the best medicine to fix the conflicting thoughts heâd had about the whole thing once you admitted you were seeing someone.
âI do, I like you too. Like really like you.â
The conversation turns soft once again, and before he knows it heâs whispering goodnight to you, as your gentle snores crackle through the receiver, half muffled by the duvet you cocooned yourself in.
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OH GREY WARDEN, WE'RE REALLY IN IT NOW.
ID in alt text, notes and oc infodump under the cut! PLEASE ask me about them they're my new babygirl of the week
Yeah. Ben-Hassrath Cousland is wild, I know. This was one of those 3 am thoughts that became a beloved oc and now they're my canon protag. Basically: She was being trained to be House Cousland's left hand to spy within the noble courts and intercept threats to her family's rule, and a large part of that meant being covertly sent to Orlais to train as a bard. Buuuut the bardmaster she studied under was an undercover Hissrad, and she wound up being converted to the Qun by her. Teenage Laurentia was in a spot where, like every kid, she was questioning the Andrastian beliefs she was raised with and all the unfair things she noticed in her society, so she was very open to the Qun.
Her role once she was sent back home was basically just to send reports detailing the inner workings of the Ferelden nobility and to be aware of any Tal-Vashoth activity in the area. Pretty benign shit, and the former task is what she was doing for her family anyway. Still recruited by the Wardens the normal way, via Duncan doing his "come with me if you want to live" shtick after the fam dies. None of the Blight Crew find her out save for Leliana, because Leli knows everything. She only reveals it to Sten just as he's about to hop on a ship back home LMAOOO.
They're genuinely very compassionate and sweet. A lil whimsical. Highly loyal and protective. Very lawful good (emphasis on lawful). It's a weird sort of internal reconciling - they are genuinely kind to most people and love listening to others' issues and helping them out. It just so happens that this makes them an excellent spy, because they're exactly the sort of person people feel comfortable opening up to, and they see no issue with passing relevant information on to the powers they spy for. The kindness is genuine, but it's also a tool, if that makes sense. Their duty comes before any attachments. On that Master Coercion grindset.
No romance because they're aro, but they do have a little homoerotic espionage cat and mouse goin on with Leliana (singing campfire songs and trading stories and braiding each others' hair included). They get along with all their companions besides Morrigan and Oghren, and even Morrigan is more just.. cordial passive aggression.
They exist in the same worldstate as my Orlesian Warden-Commander Gavriel! He's a veteran warden who joins them on the road after Lothering because his ass snuck into Ferelden to help the Wardens solo, and then he'll later become the WC while they become Arlessa because they have more political experience and he has more military experience.
They generally make the nicey nice choices, albeit not where magic is concerned, and even then it's purely out of an abundance of caution. They do NOT annul the Circle, they do that secret third option where you tell Greagoir there could still be blood mages so he puts the mages into quarantine and Wynne still joins you but the game counts it as siding with the Templars. They let Isolde kill Connor, rip lil dude. (Not like they have a choice, they would rather that than the blood magic anyway, but they kill Jowan soooooo.) Besides that, all nicey choices. Bhelen on the throne, Anvil destroyed, Zathrian reconciles and everybody lives, Ashes are not tainted, Loghain recruited, Alistair and Anora rule jointly, Gavriel and Morrigan know they'd never agree to the Dark Ritual so they do it behind Laurentia's back and nobody dies lmao.
Small notes on their disabilities: Wynne was the healer that did their cleft lip surgeries as a kid!! Their last surgery was when they were 6, so they do remember her :D & their hearing aids are lyrium-infused lazurite, the runes are all enchantments that combine to make it collect and amplify sound like an actual HA does. I love bullshitting magic technology.
Their mabari is named Princess, because they got her when they were 10, okay.
#dragon age#dragon age fanart#dragon age origins#dragon age warden#dao#dragon age oc#dao oc#grey warden#hero of ferelden#warden cousland#warden commander#qunari#ben-hassrath#the qun#original character#character design#bard#disabled artist#my art#oc: laurentia cousland
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AITA for making my momâs boyfriend feel bad on purpose?
disclaimer: my parents have an open marriage
so i (20m, northern cheyenne) donât have a problem with the modern celebration of thanksgiving.
really. i donât.
the whole âpilgrims and indiansâ schtick is gross, but i find that generally, outside of elementary schools, nobody thinks about that part very much. people mostly just want to see their families and eat weird food. and i fucks w that.
the problem comes in with my momâs boyfriend.
my mom (52f) is white, but sheâs been married to my dad (53m) who ïżŒis also northern cheyenne for 26 years. sheâs the DEI coordinator for our countyâs public school system and sheâs one of my favorite most trusted shire people ever. so i never really have to censor myself around her. i can make jokes and complain and vent and etc etc etc. sheâll always listen.
her BOYFRIEND though.
i really do like my momâs boyfriend (41m). heâs super cool, recommends good books, teaches me about plumbing, all sorts of other Manly Step Dad Shit (/hj).
but he is decidedly extremely caucasian. like so white.
heâs not /racist/ but heâs that in-between that a lot of white people are where theyâre never mean, but you gotta watch what you say around them bc they bruise like a two week old apple.
there have been a few instances where i have in fact bruised his sensitive white man apple skin.
1) i was listening to a podcast with my mom about people indigenous to Hawaiâi protecting Mauna Kea. we were listening to it out loud in our living room, and her boyfriend came in and listened for a few minutes before asking me to turn it off because it was âdepressingâ. fair enough. i figured he was having a rough day and i turned it off. (side note, it was All My Relations, âFor the Love of the Maunaâ.)
2) we were driving somewhere and trading off command of the AUX. i put on a song by Nahko and Medicine for the People, specifically their parody of âMy Country Tis of Theeâ. he again said he didnât like it, it was depressing, and could I please turn it off. i did.
3) this is where iâm the asshole. weâre planning for thanksgiving, and i mentioned wanting to do a anticolonial thanksgiving. weâd watch some stuff about the wampanoag tribe (first contact tribe at plymouth rock), iâd make frybread and fried squash blossoms (along w my mom who would make the thanksgiving basics) weâd have a grand old time. her boyfriend asks why we canât just enjoy thanksgiving without making it too political.
iâm like. thatâs not political? itâs cultural?
and he says that to him it feels self flagellating and it would make him feel bad.
and i said honestly? the idea of thanksgivingâs history makes Me feel bad. and not to complain dude, but as an american indian, itâs always about you, and never, ever about me. so truly, i donât care if you feel bad. weâre not doing a fucking colonized thanksgiving in this house. so if youâre just here for that sham bullshit, go and stay gone.
my mom says she agrees with me that an attempt at a decolonized thanksgiving is a good idea and a good compromise for our mixed family, but that i was way too harsh on her boyfriend and shouldâve tried explaining in a kinder way first, since heâs really not educated on this stuff. i see where sheâs coming from; i worry i mightâve scared him off of ever learning about cultural decolonization. ik itâs not my responsibility to make him care, but that doesnât change the fact that plenty of white people are subconsciously looking for a reason not to care about natives, and by being a dick i mightâve just handed him that reason. so not only was i an asshole to him, but an asshole to my community at large by disservicing our reputation.
idk. i think i ruined thanksgiving :/
What are these acronyms?
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Kids In The Kitchen
Synopsis: One where Harry walks in on his girls jamming to Taylor Swift songs whilst making cookies. Later he has a nice chat with his daughter with loads of snuggles.
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Harry never knew how big of a Swiftie his wife was up until their wedding preparations started.
She didn't had to convince him much to make a playlist of just her songs to be played at their reception. Well, to feed into her obsession he invited Taylor to their wedding and YN had lost it that day. Their wedding night was also the night they both found out they're gonna have a baby.
Yeah, he dated Ms. Swift but his missus could careless. She's in fact jealous of him, her words.
It was inevitable that their children are going to be big Swifties as well. Even her cats seem to be smitten, who are named August and Archer.
Moon, their daughter has been listening to Taylor's music since she was still in womb. Harry knew it was going to happen.
He'd just returned home from gym to find The Man playing on a blast. Little Moon was jumping and dancing with her mother, which is nice. She's fallen sick last night, high fever and cold had made her all drowsy and sleepy. She wasn't herself all day. Both of the girls were dressed in their sweats and matching Lover hoodies.
Harry still doesn't know where YN found that tiny hoodie.
"If I was a man, the I'd me the man!" Moon sang the last lines. Surprisingly hitting right notes.
Why wouldn't she, her mum is a music teacher and her dad is a singer. Music runs in her blood. But for a two year old (soon Three!), her vocabulary is very developed, so is her pronounciation.
"Mummy!" She gasped when Love Story came on jumping and clapping her tiny hands together. "We were both when I first saw you..." And he sang along.
"Jesus, you know all the words?" Harry was surprised.
"Papa!" She ran towards him and hugged his legs excited. "Mummy and I making biscuits!"
"That sounds so delicious!" Harry gasped in amusement as he picked up his princess and walked back in kitchen, he greeted his wife a kiss.
"'cause you were Romeo an' I was scarlet let'er and my daddy sai' stay away f'om Juliet..." Moon sang looking at her Mummy who joined her and they sang the entire song together she clung onto her dad.
"Yeah, daddy is going to ask them to stay away from Juliet. You're too young for a Romeo." Harry squinted his eyes.
"Silly Papa!" Moon chuckled as she cuddled his side.
"You feeling any better now princess." He placed a kiss on her cheek and checked for her temprature with the back of his hand. She was still a little warm.
"Lil." She shared.
"Alright, Papa needs to shower." He placed her back on her feet carefully, but she was quick to climb back on her little step stool to help her mum. And eat the rest of chocolate chips.
Harry glanced at YN once before, she looked very tired. Fair enough, she's had a long week at work and Moon kept both of them last night. Whilst he got to get in some sleep she couldn't because Moon wanted her last night. He was going to force her to take a nap right after he's showered.
"Mummy I do it?" She looked up at her mum wanting to pour in the melted butter.
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The chocolate chip biscuits were being put into oven Harry came back out. Moon stood afar. She's a very obedient baby, she knows the real oven is dangerous for her to use just yet. She can still play with the pretend kitchen her dad bought for her as she was throwing a tantrum at the toy store.
She absolutely loves it!
Harry's sure she's going to be a Chef when she grows up as she's always after him or her mum during meal prep. It is always a nice sensory play for her, playing with the food of different textures, eat some too, and wear most of it.
But yesterday she wanted to be a Superhero and help people out when she's grown up. So who knows!
Now even Moon looks tired and drowsy with her medications making her all sleepy. She could use a nap too.
"Baby, do you want to go take a nap?" He asked hi wife, "you look very tired."
"Oh yeah!" YN agreed. Harry was proud of her for saying that.
It has taken her a long time to adjust and take time for herself. Coming from a very conservative family (Moon being born just six months after their wedding stirred up some family drama from her side) and growing up with her mum around most of time, all she knew was it was her sols job to be there for Moon.
Harry had done everything possible to tell her he's there by her side, and she doesn't have to feel guilty about asking for help. So seeing her agree for taking a nap in a heartbeat, melted his heart.
"Moo-moo do you want to take a nap as well?" He asked.
"Ummm..." She put a thought to it, her chubby pointer finger on her chin, "No!" She announced, "I wan'o watch Miss Amewicana Papa?" She made a puppy face at him.
She knows she's not allowed screen time more than a few minutes, she's also learnt that her puppy face works on her father. He of course agreed.
"Okay, let's go lay on the sofa, yeah?" He suggested, "Mummy can rest in her room and we can have a lot of fun!"
"Yay!" She squealed. "Mummy, go sleep!"
"Okay, your highness." YN chuckled, "you sure you can be alone?"
"Of course." He assured her.
"Okay, please take out the biscuits when the alarm goes off on my phone. I'm going to leave it out." She shared.
"I will baby," he nodded. She walked over to him and gave him a quick kiss on the mouth.
Harry and Moon got all cosy on the sofa. Her dad spooning her as she was buried under her Blankie.
Yeah, she's got a Blankie now!
They were halfway through the he documentary, he remembered to take out the cookies. Harry never in his wildest dreams ever saw watching a Music documentary of his long time Ex with his daughter. But here he was. Moon looked up at him, "Papa is that real?"
"What is real princess?" He was confused, watched her point her finger to the TV.
"That." She said, "Is she real?"
He chuckled, "of course baby." He answered.
"Mummy and I love her swongs!" She smiled, "she's very cute too. I have hair like her!"
She talked half sleepy, realising she's got blonde hair too which were slowly starting to get darker. She takes up a lot after Harry in that aspect, she's bis copy print, except few of her attributes and habits like her mummy.
Moon is perfect mixture of both of parents!
"You do, don't you?" He hummed, "you know when Papa was your age, he had same hair at yours."
"You were small?" She looked surprised.
"Yes!" He nodded, "everyone is small and they grow up. You're going to grow up too."
"I want to be like Papa when I grow up then!" She grinned, showing off her tiny teeth, "I want to be this tall." She raised her hand as far as she could to show how tall she wants to be, "just like Papa!"
"Yeah?" He was amused and smitten by the little girl, "you can be whoever you want to be. Papa will love you no matter what!"
"I love you!" She reciprocated and got back to watching her favourite documentary.
"You know Papa does that too?" He asked. She's yet to be at any of his shows.
Harry wants to keep her out of media and lime light. She can always get a private concert from her dad, he could play all her favourite Cocomelon and Taylor Swift songs at home.
It wasn't expected, but Harry has grown too protective of his little baby. When she's old enough, she can decide for herself. He'd take her everywhere she asks him to. Because no matter how hard they try to keep her away from cameras, there are those slight chances of all their efforts failing.
People hate on his wife enough already. He doesn't want that for his daughter who really did not chose to be born to a famous parent.
"Yeah! Mummy said you go an' play your music for your fwends." She nodded, "you have a lot of fwends?"
"Yeah, a lot of friends." He agreed.
"Does Taylor do that too?" Her questions kept coming.
"Mhmm!"
"Can we go?" She gasped.
"You want to go see Taylor Swift concert?" He was surprised what for he didn't know.
"Mhmm, is it somewhere we can go?" She asked, because the other day she wanted to go where Dragons from Dragon Tales live. She was left disappointed as it is not a real place.
"Yeah it is somewhere we can go, darling." He assured her, "you want to go?"
"Mhmm!"
"Papa will see what he can do then," he wasn't going to let his little princess down.
The Princess gets what princess wants!
"Can Mummy go too?"
"You know she will go with us baby." He shared. No way YN is going to be skipping a Taylor Swift concert!
"When can we go?"
"Umm... I'll let you know a month before, so you and mummy can plan your little outfits, yeah?" He suggested.
"You can dress up?"
"Of course you can." He chuckled at her amusement, "you can do whatever you want to."
Moon's questions kept coming as they talked. She got distracted many times during her favourite songs playing in the background.
She talks a lot. She's also very curious about every little thing he sees. The talking alot, she gets from her dad. Harry sometimes doesn't know how to answer her questions the way her two year old brain would understand. And he honestly doesn't know how his wife and people around him bare with him as well.
He never knew a lot of talking can be frustrating sometimes. But he isn't complaining, he loves hearing Moon talk. Her little babbles sometimes make no sense but she's adorable so she can have a pass on it.
She finally fell asleep after and hour of talking and singing along to the documentory. So did Harry.
With a thought of how he's going to take his little baby to see her favourite person perform live. He's going to have to put a lot of effort into getting the VIP tickets. Which he's willing to do.
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N O T E :
This is in honour of The Eras Tour starting. Ik I'm late. But it's a good time for us Swifties. *Cries ferociously in India*
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one last song..
pairing: chan x reader
summary: in this episode of chanâs room, he did the one thing he never thought he would do for himself.
minaâs notes: listening to one of my favorite songs and just thought this would be very chan. please enjoy âĄ
The empty hotel room was filled with a deafening silence that it almost felt alive. Some small part of Chan wished that he would have told any of the members about his little plan, but a different part of him knew that if he had, he most likely would have chickened out of doing it. Hearing his own heartbeat in his head, he considered the options if he just went to bed and gave up on everything, what would everyone think of him? There was a slight shake to his hands as he continues to get everything set up for his weekly Chanâs room, hoping that one special person would tune in like they always did. It was the routine every Sunday and it never mattered what you were doing but you always dropped everything you made sure to turn on the live stream. Today was the first time he ever hesitated before turning on the love, knowing that by the end of the night, he was either going to have his heart broken or mend what he broke in the first plan. Closing his eyes, he took a final deep breath before hitting the button to go live.
Feeling more nervous than usual, his eyes stayed glued to the chat trying to reply to comments as they came in. He was happy to have different questions flooding in about the tours, members, and anything else that allowed him to push off his plan. It wasnât a difficult plan really, just one he didnât know how to move forward with. The day before during sound check, he planned it all. A few easy steps he thought at the time. Go live, as he always did, fully admit to having a special someone, play an unreleased song, then deal with the repercussions of his actions. Honestly, he knew that the last step should be the one that he was the most unsure about, but step one of the plans scared him to no end. Chan know that he would have to deal with the company likely giving him a lashing for showing a song that wasnât done, but he didnât know what your reaction would be.
Just weeks earlier, you two had been cuddled on his couch in the dorm, listening to some of the new 3Racha songs, deciding which one they would use for an upcoming opportunity. Before Chan really understood what was going on, you both were on opposite sides of the couch yelling at each other, with Changbin trying to calm the situation down to the best of his ability. Jisung was curled under the blanket pulling at your arm to get you to sit down and take a breath before anything else was said. The memory was potty for Chan, but he remembered you screaming that you never felt like a priority and that you felt like you always had to beg for his attention before slamming the door to their dorm as you left. The silence that had filled the dorm until Hyunjin came home, rivaled that from earlier and he hated how that was your last interaction for weeks because work again took him away from you.
Slowly coming back to reality, he realized that he had been utterly silent, lost in the memory of that night and when he dared to look at the chat, everyone was asking if he was alright or why he just went silent for so long. Iâm not really sure if Iâm ok, he started with an uneven sign, I messed something up in my personal life and I donât know if I can really fix it. Glancing down at his phone, he had a message from Felix to let him in the room so he could hang out. One second everyone, we will have a special guest tonight, Chan stated before going to open the door. When he opened the door, he didnât expect to be greeted with six other people standing behind Felix. Quickly they all squeezed by him and into the room, shouting their hellos to the live but mostly staying out of view as they made themselves comfortable on various surfaces. Signing, Chan returned to his original spot in front of the camera as he explained that the surprise guest was actually all of his members, and he wouldnât pressure them to be on camera if they didnât want to.
A comfortable silence filled the room this time as he continued to read the chats that came through. Oh, I did start to talk about something before they came in, he hummed looking around at each of his members, watching as all of them gave him supportive gestures for him to continue his story. When his eyes fell on Changbin, he slightly tilted his head in confusion as to what was going on. We wanted to support whatever crazy plan you came up with, itâs all of us together, Changbin said before going back to whatever it was that he was going on his phone. Time continued to pass and the tightness in Chanâs chest started to gnaw at him as he quickly read the chats. Taking another deep breath and final glance at everyone in his room, he decided that it was now or never. The short crazy three step plan that he had come up with was finally going to be set into action.
Alright, I have something I need to confess, Chan stated before closing his eyes and remembering your tear stained face that night as he continued, there is a special someone in my life, well I hope they are still in my life, not that anything bad happened to them, but I ah, pausing his rambles, he watched as Jisung sat next to him, placing his hand on his shoulder waiting for him to continue. I really messed up with this someone and I just want to apologize to them for keeping them in the dark so long when I should have been showing you off to the world. Tears pricked at his waterline as his fingers played on his phone finding the file that he was so scared to play to the world. The nights he wouldnât sleep since that fight were spent creating something for you, in the hopes that you would understand and take him back. So, I, uh, created a song that I wanted to share with you, please let me know your thoughts, he concluded knowing that the last part was directed at you and only you.
The soft beat of the song started to play as so many eyes watched him sink back into the couch. Chanâs voice again filled the room as he covered his face embarrassed that he was playing the song he wrote for you, for the entire world to hear.
Right here right now, you are on my mind, and I think about you all the time.
As the words continued to be heard by everyone, Chan couldnât help but to think back to the good times that you shared. When he first met you at the music store, he didnât expect to leave with your number and a blush spread across his face. Truly, he felt bad for his members at the time because he couldnât stop himself from talking about you for weeks after that encounter, scared to message you first in case you were just being polite when he asked for your number.
Iâm sending a message to you, and Iâm hoping that it will get through.
The last nights that you two would steal away from the world, whether you were sneaking into JYP to hang out with him while he worked on new songs, or when youâd both meet somewhere to enjoy a meal before wandering the city. For Chan, it never really mattered what the two of you ended up doing when you were together, as long as you were just together to begin with. He enjoyed the quiet moments with you when you were busy working on your stuff, and he could just be in the same space as you. It brought a calm to his life that he didnât realize he was missing until you, even now, that calm was crumbling without you just there.
I miss having you by my side.
Maybe it was the comfort he developed in your presence but having you by his side gave him the strength to work long hours, to create more songs than he knew what to do with, to be the strong pillar that he knew his members needed from him when things got tough. While his members depended on him for a lot, he in turn depended on you to be his lighthouse in the dark days. Never once would did he put the pressure on you by telling you it all, instead he just let the moments of his head resting in your lap while you played with his hair wash away the bad that he didnât want to deal with.
In case you hear this, then know youâre the love of my life.
Months after meeting you, he realized it so quickly. For him, there wasnât going to be anyone else, you were his end. You, the person who made him want to be a better person. You, the one who made him smile and laugh no matter what was going on outside the walls of his room. You, the love of his life, who had endless patience for him in all things. Which only made him understand, far too late, that you blowing up on him that night meant that it was something you had wanted to share with him for a long time, or had been sharing and he just never noticed it in the way you needed him to. You, the light that he would do anything to have back in his life.
Maybe youâre listening, so hereâs one last song for you.
In truth, this wasnât going to be the official last song for you, but only the last sad song. The next song he wrote for you was going to be one that was filled with so much love and adoration that he knew he would never get anyone to sing on. He felt like a small weight was lifted off his chest as the final sounds of the melody finished and allowed silence to find its way back into the room. Peaking between his fingers he watched the chat scroll at such a speed that he couldnât ever begin to read any of the messages there. Stealing another glance around the room, he noted the way that none of the members could look at him and swore he could have heard a few low sniffles. His heart squeezed in his chest before thinking it was best to throw in the towel and end the live, knowing that he was half the world away and you might not have had time to tune in this week. Knowing that it would be trending, and your friends would show you, he shook his head in defeat. His thoughts drifted back to the drawings board for how to make a grand gesture for you.
The incredibly quiet ping of a message sent his heart into overdrive as he saw your name light up his screen. It was short, I love you, Channie. Please continue to do the live and we can talk when you get home in a few days. In the few words that you had sent, a piece of his heart felt like it was healed instantly. Chan also knew that you didnât love to have serious talks over the phone because expressions were such a big part of the both of you and missing those could lead to even more miscommunications. Feeling like he was himself again, he went back to reading the chats with a new found giddiness that only caused the other members to finally join in on the live, giving him even more strength to finish out the next few days knowing that he got to go home to you.
ËââșËł ââ thank you for reading! âĄ
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