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[verstappenverse]

Pairing: Camgirl!Reader x Obsessed!Max

Authors Note: NSFW still working on the details for the upcoming fic but having fun with the concept. Let me know what you think or send any additional ideas 😉

Max can’t remember how he found your page—maybe it was a suggested post on Instagram, or maybe some random link caught his attention. It doesn’t matter how it started, what matters is that now he’s addicted.

At first it's just curiosity, he wasn’t the type to watch cam streams or really spend any time on adult content, but something about you was different. You weren’t like the over-the-top, hyper-curated content he’d expect from this kind of thing. You were sweet, soft-spoken, almost shy in the way you interacted with the camera. And Max sitting alone in his Monaco penthouse couldn’t look away.

He tells himself it’s just a passing distraction, a way to unwind, but then he starts getting… attached. His obsession grows quietly at first. He subscribes to your page, buys your exclusive content, and sets notifications for your streams. It doesn’t matter if he’s at a racetrack, a sponsor event, or a hotel halfway across the world - when you post about your next stream, he checks the time difference and tries to plan his schedule around it.

The first time someone else drops a high tip and you thank them by name, Max feels it. That sharp, irrational sting of jealousy. He knows it’s stupid, he’s one of thousands of viewers, but the way you smile for them? It makes him want to punch a wall. So he does the only thing that makes sense - he outbids them.

When you say his username in that soft, teasing tone and add “Thank you so much, you’re incredible!”—it’s like a shot of adrenaline straight to his chest.

It starts small a few high donations here and there, but soon enough he finds himself spending more of his income on you than he’d ever care to admit. From there it spirals, he’s tipping more, requesting more, even messaging you privately. You respond graciously of course, you always do, but Max convinces himself that your replies to him are different. More personal.

Custom videos, private streams - whatever gets him a little closer to feeling like he’s the only one you’re looking at. He tells himself it’s harmless. He can afford it after all.

It doesn’t take long before his obsession starts creeping into the rest of his life. Between races, he’s refreshing your page to see if you’ve posted. During long-haul flights, he’s watching your videos on repeat. Even at the paddock while his team is running simulations or tweaking the car setup he catches himself checking for notifications.

There are nights he barely sleeps staying up to catch you live, even if he has an early training session the next day. Between races he’ll watch your older streams on repeat, memorising the way you speak, the way you smile. Max knows he’s in too deep, but he can’t stop. He doesn’t want to stop.

His spending ramps up. When someone else tries to steal the spotlight in your chat, he doesn’t just outbid them—he obliterates them. He’s dropping tips that make everyone else look like amateurs, just to keep your attention squarely on him. And it works. His messages get bolder and more desperate too.

I can’t stop thinking about how good you’d look in my bed.

It’s torture watching you touch yourself, knowing I could make you feel so much better.

Tell me I’m your favourite, just once.

You should be sitting on my lap right now instead of talking to them.

Do you know how hard it is to sit here and watch you, knowing I can’t touch you?

The things I’d do to you if you were mine… you wouldn’t be able to walk the next day. Your lips part in surprise at that one, and you quickly cover your flustered reaction with a laugh. “Well, that’s… quite the statement,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady. I never make promises I can’t keep.

But it’s not enough.

The idea of being just another fan starts to gnaw at him. Max Verstappen isn’t “just another” anything. But Max is nothing if not competitive, and the idea of being just another fan doesn’t sit well with him for long. He’s used to winning, to being first, to having the best. He wants to be the one you think about when the stream ends.

He wants to know you in ways the others never could. Where you live, what you liked to do when the camera was off, whether anyone in your life treated you as well as you deserved.

What would it take for me to get your attention?

And when you reply, laughing softly, “You’ve already got it,” it’s game over for him.

Max is playing a dangerous game. Balancing his life as one of the most recognisable athletes in the world with his growing obsession for someone who doesn’t even know who he really is. But that’s the thing about Max - when he wants something he gets it. And right now, there’s nothing in the world he wants more than you.

[soup-bag]

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[russellsppttemplates]

Can I request Lando coming home after a triple header when reader is pregnant for the first time?

Cw: reader is pregnant

You walked into the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea, catching a look at the time and sighing - it was still hours until Lando arrived back home after the triple header. It was the first time he left for longer than a week after you found out you were pregnant, and while everything went okay, these last few hours seemed to be the worst.

You were sitting down on the sofa when you heard the front door open, and someone walking in.

"Y/N, I'm home, love!", Lando announced.

"Lan, you're home!", you said shocked, getting up and going up to hug him.

"Surprise, my love! We were able to take off earlier", he smiled, making grabby hands at you before enveloping you in his arms, "I missed you and little Norris too much, I had to get home as soon as I could."

You sighed happily, finally inhaling his scent that wasn't from just his clothes he had left behind, before pullinh away slightly to kiss him.

As you tried to pull out of his grip, Lando chuckled, holding you tighter against him, your baby bump resting comfortably in the middle, "Not so fast, I was away for three weeks, I deserve a longer hug with my two favourite people", Lando argued.

You giggled and gave in, snuggling into his chest, "we missed you too".

"Oh, I almost forgot," he said letting you go and turning around to the corridor, "I got you these".

"My favourite flowers", you smiled and smelt the large bunch, "thank you Lando", getting a kiss on your cheek before feeling a light flutter in your stomach, "little one knows you're home, feel here," you said excitedly.

Letting your hand guide his to the spot where the baby was kicking, Lando let out a big smile, "I missed this, so much", he whispered, looking from your belly to your eyes, "But I'm home now, where I belong with my two favourite people", he said kissing your temple.

"I have something cute to show you that Flo bought, but that can wait", you whispered, "Mummy and baby want cuddles from daddy now".

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

[thanosscross]

hiii :)) i’ve been thinking abt this for a long time… okay, so, imagine thanos and reader know eachother before the games, like, they’re exes in squid game, and so, he flirts and all, protects her and she always is in his team because he wants so.. he swears reader is like a harmless bunny in all of this game. so.. they get back together, in mingle, when she sees thanos kicking out a guy from their team and betraying se-mi, she gets scared that thanos may kick her out or betray her, when they say two, she is pretty much expecting thanos to send her to find another person, but he does not, he runs with her.. but now a player pushes reader and like because they were almost at a door thanos did not have time to react and boom. the door closes and he is not with reader. he may be high, but, when he realizes, the effects wear out because oh boy he was screaming at trying to open the door while watching reader in that weird square in the door.. and when the timer reaches to zero… boom, you dont have to specify that she dies and can just end the fic when the door closes!! 🩷🩷 thanks for even reading this lame request lol

Harmless- Choi Su-Bong/ Thanos x reader

Summary: After a rough breakup you were forced to be on Thanos's team, only to be forced right back off during Mingle.

warnings: Your usual squid game gore

You and Su-bong were close, you always had been even in high school, it was the typical bad boy smart girl relationship for you, He was constantly getting into fights and trouble, doing drugs and running around doing underground rap battles. You were quite the opposite, just trying to keep your head down, finish school, and get away from everything your sorry hometown had to offer, until Su-bong changed everything for you.

Standing in your shared apartment you raised your eyebrows "You want me to what?.." You asked in shock "Come on! I got everything we need!" He groaned throwing his head back "Listen, you know you want to help me, beauty flower" Su-bong smirked placing his hands on your sides "Please?"

That's how you ended up dying his hair and giving him a neck tattoo in just twenty four hours. He laid face down on your shared dining room table (Him claiming it'd be easier for you) as you held the tattoo gun nervously "A-Are you sure, Su-bong?..What if I like..ruin your body?" You asked, you were both too high for this, and you could tell by the way the tattoo gun felt like nothing in your hand even though it was weighing it down. "Just do it, baby" He smirked "It's just some lines, you've done more than just two" He teased, you glared smacking his back "Shut up!" You scoffed before shaking your head starting to push the needles into his skin, squealing as he winced gripping your thigh "Did I hurt you?!" You gasped leaning closer to examine the small black line at the base of his hairline. "No! no, just keep goin" He grunted, you continued for what seemed like a couple hours, until you realized the sun was up and you had spent all night and half the morning finishing his tattoo.

Whenever you finished you watched him stand proudly "Hell yea, how's it look baby?" He asked trying to see his back in the mirror, failing miserably "Looks amazing" You smiled, giggling as he spun you around planting a sloppy kiss onto your lips.

That would be the last time you saw Su-bong and had any pleasant feelings towards him, after that, he changed, always screaming about debt and how he was going to kill some guy from youtube, you brushed everything off until you caught him at a club with another bitch sitting practically on his lap, he didn't even deny it either, just saying in his stupid voice 'nobody can tie down the greatness of thanos' You left him almost immediately after that situation, choosing to move on from that phase of your life, learning rather quickly, his debt wasn't just his, it was yours aswell.

Four months. Four months of thinking you were free of that asshole, until you heard a familiar voice complaining about limited edition shoes, you immediately darted in the other direction, successful in avoiding your asshole of an ex, until the first game. "Senoritaa..." You heard his sing song voice behind you while you were stood frozen, trying not to focus on the dead body laying right next to you a few feet to the right. "Where have you been!? I've been looking everywhere!" He cried out, the creepy doll head turning to face the tree again, sending you in a soft sprint forward "Beauty flower!" He shouted out again, you tried your best to ignore him, almost getting away until you passed the finish line and his hand grabbed your wrist tightly.

As you turned to face to him, you could see he was clearly high "I don't want anything to do with you, Su-bong" You snapped, he just pouted "Beauty flower please!" He cried out, you just clenched your fists, trying your best to keep yourself from losing your cool in front of you. He stayed on you for the rest of the night, even sending another player to speak with you about him. The next game, he didn't really give you a choice, quickly snatching you away from the mingling crowd before someone could claim you to their team "Stop it! I don't wanna be on a team with you!" You huffed, trying to fight him and his friend off "You need a team" He snapped, stopping so he could stand in front of you and make eye contact "Not if it has you on it" You growled, he sighed continuing to pull you. "You can't make it here, y/n you'd yell at me for killing bugs outside!" He shouted, you just rolled your eyes, of course he'd think you couldn't do it. "Because they were innocent babies, you are an entitled dick!" you argued, Thanos just rolled his eyes leading you over with him to sit down with the others "These people are crazy, beauty flower! You need someone there for you!" He shouted, you were starting to grow annoyed with his high ass, letting him drag you around with him, letting him shove you to the far end where you were only attached to him.

Walking into the main room afterwards with your team, Thanos shouted and cheered walking to his bunk, his hand never leaving your wrist, you tried to pull away as he sat down but he just gave you the same look he used to whenever you would get into an argument and try to leave the room. You huffed, trying to stand your ground, but your heart was still craving him, so instead you offered him a soft smile, sitting down next to him, and slowly sliding your wrist up, to where you were holding his hand now instead, neither of you said anything, instead just exchanging looks, Su-bong offering you a shocked but scared look, while you just offered him a sympathetic but stern look. He continued on talking to his friend, asking everybody their names and how old they were. You were stuck in your own thoughts to really pay attention though, you couldn't believe yourself, here you were sitting next to Thanos like a dumbass love sick idiot all fucking over again.

Whenever the lights cut out, you slowly made your way to your bed, hoping the conversation Thanos was having would keep him distracted enough. You managed to get to your bunk and start to doze off whenever you felt a warm body press against your back "Why'd you sneak off without me, beauty flower?" Su-bong asked softly, wrapping his arm around you "I didn't sneak off. I went to bed" You stated, your tone coming off a little harsh "Why'd you leave me?...before..this" He asked after a moment "Su-bong.." You warned, giving him a chance to retreat on the subject before you got angry, but he just continued "I-I got home..and you weren't there.." he whispered, even with his low whisper, you could still hear his voice breaking, his hand tightening in your jacket "I-I got scared.."He admitted, you sighed keeping your back to him "Su-bong. You had another woman basically sitting on your lap, your hands were all over her...and you didn't even deny it..you said that I couldn't tie down your greatness" It still hurt even thinking about his words let alone saying them aloud, it was completely different, saying it felt like you were confirming it. You both sat in silence for what felt like hours, Su-bong just pulling you back into a hug tightly "I never meant to hurt you, Beauty flower" He whispered sadly, now you decided to turn around, letting him pull you as close as he could without being ontop of him. "I am so sorry" He repeated, you never spoke though, choosing to savor the moment as you fell asleep.

Walking into the giant room with a carousel in the middle, made you feel a different type of anxiety, as the loud speaker explained the rules, you watched Nam-Gyu and Su-bong both take a pill. You chose to stand closer to Se-Mi and Min-Su, all of you exchanging looks before the spinning platform stopped "Four players" The speaker announced, Su-bong and his friend rushed over to the three of you starting to shout at Se-Mi and Min-su "Rock paper scissors! Winner comes with us!" It became a chant as you nervously watched the two, feeling your hear sink seeing Min-su form scissors with his hand, before Nam-Gyu grabbed his wrist, Su-bong grabbing yours, both of them dragging you away from Se-mi. You fought against his grip as he shut the door and it locked, you shoved Su-bong to the side looking out of the window, desperately trying to find your new friend anywhere. You ex just grabbed your arms pulling you away "Don't look, someone so beautiful and sweet as you, doesn't need to see that" He said, you could tell by his tone he was trying to flirt with you, you just shrugged his hands off of you, shooting all the men in the room a glare. As soon as the door unlocked you rushed out "Se-Mi!?" You yelled looking around, sighing in relief running a few doors down to hug your friend as she emerged from the room, you chose to stay by her the next round, or at least tried to, Su-bong just kept sending Nam-gyu after you to remind you that you were on Thanos's team, which meant stay with him. as the speaker called out five players you were relieved, watching as everybody funneled into a room

You couldn't shake the feeling you had though, that at the next second, he'd ditch you just like he did Se-mi. As the round continued, you didn't even realize, Thanos had moved closer to you and the others, the platform stopped and the speaker called out "Three players" You looked at Thanos, just in time to catch him glance between you and another boy, thanos had basically kidnapped into his team "Gyeong-Su! You're out!" He yelled before delivering a harsh kick to his chest sending him falling back, before you could react, Thanos was already dragging you into the room.

You were in a trance walking back and spinning on the platform, stuck on the fact that this round, Su-bong might actually leave you for dead, as the platform stopped your heart dropped "Two players" The speaker called, your heart started to race as you stayed in your place, maybe if you didn't act like you were going, you wouldn't have to deal with the rejection "Beauty flower! Come on!" He shouted grabbing your hand pulling you towards the room, maybe you were wrong, maybe Su-bong had changed, before you could say anything the air was knocked out of you, watching a blur of color run past you slamming Su-bong into the room shutting the door.

Su-bong screamed loudly, rushing to the door desperately trying to break it open "No! Please! Five more seconds!" He screamed out of the small window in the door, trying to break it open further to see if he could see you, but you weren't there anymore. His screams only amplified as the timer dinged and rounds of gunshots were heard echoing off of the walls outside. His fist slammed against the wall, slowly turning around to look behind him "You" He growled looking at the player who stood there terrified.

Gasping the doors opened, letting you all out, ready to play another round.

[milunalupin]

hi!! i was wondering if you could write a one shot for one of the mauraders?? you can choose which one (i was kinda picturing sirius) but one where he’s usually really confident around women and has a reputation for dating a lot but he develops a crush on you and loses every ounce of smoothness when you talk to him and the other mauraders tease him about it? only if you want:)

thank you so much for your request lovely ! i also thought of sirius when reading this so here he is !!

— cool cat

sirius black x reader ★ 409 words

"She's just a girl."

This was embarrassing. There he was, all rugged and tough looking in his beater gear, with his tail between his legs just because he caught sight of you looking as pretty as you did. You stood next to Lily, who had stopped by to chat with James after their Quidditch practice.

"You can talk to girls, you're Sirius Black." But as soon as you turned your head, your eyes meeting his, all his bravado crumbled. "Not as lovely as her, definitely not."

His heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively took a step back, trying to compose himself, but it was already too late.

James's voice rang out from across the pitch. "Oi, Padfoot! Stop hiding behind the post and come say hello!"

Sirius’s face flushed a deep shade of red, a rare sight for the usually smooth and composed Gryffindor. He cleared his throat, trying to regain some semblance of control, but he felt like a fool, the usual swagger he carried replaced by awkward steps.

“Come on, Sirius, you’re not afraid of a simple chat, are you?” you teased as he approached, clearly noticing how out of sorts he was.

"I—uh, I wasn’t… I wasn’t avoiding you or anything," he stammered, immediately cursing his own words. "Just—uh, you caught me off guard, that’s all."

Lily rolled her eyes, nudging James. "Oh, this is rich. Who knew our Sirius was so… shy?"

You smiled, clearly enjoying the show. “Shy? I don’t know about that,” you said with a teasing tilt of your head. “I’ve seen you charm half the girls in the school. Never thought I'd see the day you’d be the one tongue-tied.”

Sirius felt his face warm even more, realizing how ridiculous he must look. Pull it together, he told himself. “Tongue-tied? Not at all.” He forced a confident grin. “Just giving you a taste of my mystery. You know, keep things interesting.”

You bit back a grin, your expression turning more teasing. “Mystery, huh? Is that what we're calling it now?”

Sirius felt a flicker something—something he couldn’t quite name. “Oh, I’m full of surprises.”

James clapped him on the back, nearly sending him off balance. “Sirius Black, the master of charm, ladies and gentlemen,” he teased, looking like he was barely holding in his laughter.

You smiled at him, clearly enjoying the rare moment of vulnerability. "Don’t worry, Black. I’m not going to bite."

"Oh, I'm sure he'd love-"

"James!"

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Not a Word 1

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You live a life in hiding, away from your father and the world, until a man decides to drag you into the light. (non-verbal reader)

Characters: Captain Syverson

Note: Happy Monday.

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You can’t hear your father’s voice anymore. You stand at your door, listening for any sign of life. It’s not him you want to avoid, though he’s rarely happy to see you, but his company. You’re pretty sure they left but not entirely. You feel asleep working on your diamond art. 

You can’t wait much longer. You have to pee so bad that you can feel it in your throat. It’s late. You’re sure you’re alone. 

The door hinges scrape like they always do. You hate that noise. You tiptoe down the hall, towards the yellow blare of the kitchen light. You turn into the bathroom and shut the door. You sigh as finally you get your release. 

You flinch as you stand up and pull your elastic waistband over your hips. The hollow metal tink of a metal can sounds from outside. It could be your dad. That would make sense. He probably got up to get water or another can of beer. 

You wash your hands and go back out. You head towards your bedroom without a look in the other direction. The grizzly pronunciation of your name draws you back. Your eyes round as you scuff to a halt. 

You turn to face the burly man at the end of the hall. “Did I wake you?” Sy asks. 

You gulp and shake your head. He’s one of your dad’s coworkers from the shop. He comes over with a six-pack and they sit on the porch to enjoy it. Or they linger in the kitchen and play cards. 

As the shadows shroud him, he looks even bigger than usual. You’ve only ever seen him from a distance. Usually he’s sitting down. Maybe you just never noticed how gigantic he truly is. 

He flips on the hallway light and you blink. His dark beard adds to the squareness of his jaw and his shaved head has dark stubble in a deep peak on his forehead. His blue eyes sparkle despite his naturally fearsome posture. 

“I just got your daddy to bed,” he says. “He should be just fine. You check that he’s on his belly tomorrow morning.” 

You nod again. He does the same. He doesn’t appear frustrated as your father. He seems almost intrigued as he stays there, scratching above the collar of his tee. 

“You okay?” 

You nod. 

“Checkin’, ya know? It’s late. Dark can be scary, huh?” 

Yes, your head bobs in agreement. 

“Right, well, you have a good night. Let me know if ya need anything in the morning. I put my number on the fridge.” He taps on the door frame and turns away. 

Most of your dad’s friends or the same. They don’t pay you much mind. You prefer that. You’re not one for chatting. That fact irks your father to no end. You just stay out of his way, and his friends’, and hide in your room. 

You wait until you hear the front door. Then you go to lock it as Sy’s footsteps clamour on the porch. You stay there, his headlights shining through the window as his engine rumbles to life. The gravel crunches as he reverses out and steers off into the night. 

You go around and shut off the lights. You take your time in the kitchen tidying up the beer cans. You wipe the counters quickly and rinses the dregs off your fingers. You leave the light on so you can find your door. 

You shut yourself in and go back to bed. You leave the small lamp on next to it and turn your back to the glow. You yawn and close your eyes. 

Another night. It’s a bit sad that the best part of your day is going to sleep. Your waking hours aren’t very interesting. When you’re not doing the chores or the cooking, you’re in there, busying yourself with something meaningless. Nothing you do will ever make a difference; not for you or anyone else. 

That’s why your dad hates you so much. You can’t blame him. There’s no jobs out there for someone like you. You tried and all you got for it was embarrassment and a new slew of insults. 

You cross your arms over the top of the blankets and sigh. When you lay in your bed, you can be anything. Behind your eyelids, you can’t paint pictures more gleaming than those etched in the small plastic diamonds. You could be a princess or an actress or even just someone normal. 

What keeps you awake, isn’t your dreams. It’s the dread of the inevitable. Once you fall asleep, you’ll have to wake up again and face bitter reality. 

🩶

Your dad’s snoring rocks you through the walls. The house is small. You hear a lot more than you like. Often, you leave the old Casio radio playing on low to gloss over the cricks and cracks and groans. 

You get up, knowing better than to wait until he does first. If you have the coffee waiting, it will appease a fraction of his temper. With a hangover racking his skull, he won’t be in the best of moods. 

The dead heat of summer roils through the house. Your dad has an AC unit in his bedroom window but it’s not big enough to do much beyond his door. He keeps that closed most days anyways. On the cold days, he also keeps the small electric heater locked away with him. 

You change into a pair of loose linen capris and a plain tank top. You don’t go anywhere so you don’t dress for any occasion. Most of your clothes are akin to pajamas, or nothing more than. 

The machine is old and dingy. No matter how many times you descale it, it keeps that yellow stain in the plastic. You snap the lid shut and flip the red button so it lights up. Dad says once it stops turning on, he’ll waste money on a new one. 

You get yourself a glass of water and wait. It’s early still but his alarm won’t let him sleep in. As it goes off, you keep busy.  

There’s a slam and a grumble. Your dad stirs violently and his door hits the frame as he swings it open. He lumbers out as you pour him a mug. He belches and ignores you. You put it on the table as he turns down the hall and goes into the bathroom. He leaves the door open and you hear his stream piddle into the toilet. 

You ignore it and turn back to your task. Breakfast. It’s the same thing every day. You do his eggs, sunny side up, toasted Wonder bread, and six strips of bacon. The smell soon has your mouth watering. The chair scrapes the floor loudly as he drops into it heavily. 

He slurps loudly behind you as you put together his plate. You set it before him and he wiggles the empty mug at you. You take it and pour him another from the carafe. 

A car door snaps shut. You wince. You didn’t hear an engine, but you’d been too swept up in cooking. You give your dad his refill and go to check the front window. 

“Is it that mailman already?” He hollers. 

You shake your head, even knowing that he won’t see.  

“Don’t know why I fucking ask,” he snarls. 

You watch Sy jump out of his truck. While the axle is high, it isn’t very treacherous for a man his size. He kicks up gravel as he steps around the door and shuts it. You back away as he heads towards the house. 

He clomps up the steps, thump, thump, thump, and you jitter as he approaches the other side of the door. You wait until he knocks before you answer it. You peek out through a single inch of space. He grins. You don’t think he’s ever smiled at you. You assumed he never did at all. 

“How’s the old man?” He asks. 

You blink and let the door open a bit more and give thumbs up. As good as he’ll ever be.  

“That’s good,” he drawls. “So...” 

His eyes drift down, just a little. You squirm. Your shirt feels thinner as you stand there. Your nipple poke into the fabric and you hug yourself awkwardly. You remember you asked your father for a bra once. He laughed and you never brought it up again. You try to stick to loose clothing. 

You point over your shoulder then make a gesture as if you’re holding a fork and scooping. 

“Having breakfast, that’s nice.” 

You don’t have enough for him. You’ll wait until your dad’s at work before you sit and have your single slice of toast and peanut butter. 

“I already ate, in case ya worried,” he assures. “Was just comin’ to make sure I didn’t give him too much sauce.” 

He laughs. His booming humour makes your flinch. Your brows pop up and he quiets. 

“Sorry, I know, I’m a loud one, huh?” He snorts, “I don’t mean ta scare ya.” 

“I told ya, she don’t say shit,” your father growls into a yawn. You step back and the door opens all the way as you press yourself to the wall. He saunters forward in his boxers and tank top. “No point goin’ on like that when she probably don’t even understand.” 

“She understands me,” Sy avows confidently. “After a night with your drunk ass, it’s a breath of fresh air to have someone not yammer on.” 

“You’re the one brought me the piss,” your father retorts. 

“And you didn’t complain when I did,” he counters. “Wanted to see if ya were going to make it in today. Just in case I gotta finish up Dubeau’s clunker.” 

“I’ll be there,” your father sneers. “Why don’t you go and get it all warmed up for me?” 

“You’re a prick, Don,” Sy huffs. 

“What? No, you can’t see it,” your father covers his crotch and you blanch, looking away embarrassed. 

“Don,” Sy rebukes, “there’s a lady.” 

“It’s my daughter, dammit. She’s too stupid to get it,” he spits. “Hey, you, go on, kitchen’s a mess.” 

You nod and avoid looking at the other man out of embarrassment. Your father is crass, sometimes even at your expense. And he knows you can understand him. He must. You do everything he tells you too. 

“Well, then, I’ll see ya round,” Sy calls, though you only realise he’s talking to you as your dad changes the subject to some tail pipe. 

You stop and peek back. Sy watches you over your dad’s head. You give a wave, just a tilt of your hand, then continue into the kitchen. 

You can’t help but be thankful for the interruption. Sy’s boisterous intrusion offered a buffer between you and your dad’s hangover. You wash his plate, cutlery, and mug, before you move onto the pots and pans you used to cook. 

You can hear your dad barking outside at Sy. The other man responds with a deep rumble. Are they arguing? 

The front door swings open, “hey, girl,” you dad whistles, “more coffee. Bring some for this lump.” 

You take the order in stride. You don’t have enough for two cups, maybe half of one. You start a new pot and wait. When it’s finished, you dry your dad’s mug and pull out another. You carry both to the front door and elbow through. 

You hand one to each man as they stand by the porch railing. Your dad takes his gruffly, spilling some on your fingers, but Sy thanks you. 

“You didn’t even ask if he wanted sugar or cream,” your dad chides. You give him a startled look. He snorts. “How’d ya do that, huh? Maybe blink your eyes real big.” 

You frown at his mocking. Sy exhales and you back away. Now you have two men annoyed with you. You glance over at the bigger of the pair as he stares at you. You should’ve thought of you. Coffee is bitter, it’s why you don’t drink it. 

You point to his cup and he shakes his head, “coffee’s fine,” he insists, “I’ll have something sweet later.” You nod and retreat. You turn your back to them and step inside. Before you close the door, you hear Sy, “you know I take my coffee black, Don. No needa to give the girl a hard time.” 

You shut it before you can catch whatever snide remark your father tosses back. You know he won’t take kindly to being told what to do, especially if it’s to do with you. Or because of you. You’ll hear it all later, you’re sure. 

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🪽angel in disguise; send this plus a person plus an au for a blurb/fic.

how about single dad chris x preschool teacher reader? btw love your work!

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chris adjusted the strap of his daughter’s backpack for the fifth time, his heart racing as they walked toward the preschool doors. he could handle anything— complex skateboard tricks, late-night gaming marathons, driving in intense traffic, even the chaos of single fatherhood; but the thought of seeing her again made him feel like a clumsy teenager.

“ready, pumpkin?” he asked his daughter, who nodded enthusiastically. she loved preschool, but chris had a sneaking suspicion that his own excitement stemmed more from the fact that she would be there.

as they entered the classroom, there she was—ms. y/n the preschool teacher, radiantly greeting the students and their parents. her smile could light up the whole room, he thought, and her kind, patient demeanor had every child (and a particular parent) enamored.

“good morning, chris,” she greeted warmly, crouching down to greet his daughter with a gentle hug. “and good morning to you too, sweetheart.”

chris felt his throat go dry. “m-morning,” he managed, scratching the back of his neck.

as she stood, her eyes meeting his, and chris felt like a deer caught in headlights. he was usually cool, but around her, he turned into a stammering mess.

“how was your weekend?” she asked, her voice soft and genuinely curious.

“super fun miss! daddy and i went to skateboard and he did so many cool tricks, didn’t you daddy?” his daughter rambled. “uh yeah sweetheart” he said, feeling his ears heat up. ‘why did she mention skateboards? he wasn’t that good at it anyway. and what if his daughter’s very pretty miss asks something about it? omg omg omg-‘

she giggled, a sweet melodic sound that made his heart skip a beat and mind completely shut. “sounds fun. i’ve never tried skateboarding.”

chris’s mind raced. offer to teach her, his inner voice urged, but all he could manage was a nod and a shy smile. “yeah, it’s… it’s fun.”

their conversation was cut short as more parents and children arrived, and chris knew it was time to go. “well, uh, have a good day,” he said, waving awkwardly before turning to leave.

as he turned to walk away, he heard her call out, “you too!” he couldn’t help but grin, his mind already spinning with thoughts of their next encounter. maybe next time, he’d work up the courage to ask her out.

for now, though, he’d silently cheer in the fact that she knew his name and she smiled when she said it.

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[earl-grey-teacake]

F1 Star Wars AU- Loscar and Brocedes

I’m rewatch The Clone Wars and this has been stuck in my head since this morning.

Mainly takes place post-war

**** If I write this, it would be a couple one-shot. If you want to write something based off this, feel free. Just let me know since I want to read it.

Loscar

Logan and Oscar grew up in the temple and were best friends. However, at 13 years old, Oscar was chosen as Webber’s padawan and secured his position in the Jedi temple. Meanwhile, Logan was left unchosen. Jedi Knight Jenson Button has wanted to take him in as a padawan but his request was denied by the council. Downtrodden and with only the Corp left as an option, Logan decides to leave the order and return home to his planet of Sabal.

Logan and Oscar lose contact until 5 years later when their paths cross in the midst of a war zone. A diplomatic envoy to provide relief aid to refugees is attacked and taken hostage. Oscar and his master come to the rescue, and Oscar ends up carrying Logan across a war zone to safety. After 2 months of providing security detail, they part ways again. Logan back to his home and Oscar to the front lines of the war. They never contact each other after that.

3 years later, now with the war ended, the Jedi are doing some soul searching of their own and coming to terms with the fact that their role as peacekeepers has been replaced with soldier and that they have moved too away from the light to the point they did not realize a Sith Lord was right under their nose. It is also at this time that Logan returns to Coruscant in 8 years, now as a junior representative under Senator Kirkwood.

Oscar-calm, collect, model Jedi Oscar- is desperate to see Logan again. The war had taught just how quick death could come and how much he missed Logan. Logan, however, is careful to avoid Oscar. He knows Jedi shouldn’t have emotional attachments and he’s not willing to put his heart on the line again, especially how it was crushed so many years ago. Oscar’s opposition however, is not himself, but rather the Jedi Code and the one Jedi Master who hadn’t learned a single thing and seems hell bent on enforcing the most traditionalist reading of it, James Vowles.

Logan, due to his works, is the target of many assassination attempts and requires a Jedi security detail. To avoid any attachment, the council refuses Oscar’s bid and sends Alex instead. Downside is Logan is charming and kind and Alex seems to have adopted him like the many Tookas he has in hidden in his room.

This attachment is obvious, and James being the hater that he is, has Alex is removed and replaced with George. George goes in with his game face on but quickly understands why Alex loved this kid so much and has also adopted him. He is then replaced with Fredrick Vesti, who is also removed and replaced with Jenson.

It also doesn't help that Logan has also bonded with his Jedi protectors and sends them stuff as thank you, mainly in the form of homemade baked goods. Alex comes with a case full of delicious strawberry tarts after a conference in Naboo. George receives a tray of brownies a week after accompanying Logan on a trade deal. Jenson receives muffins every week to accompany his morning cup of tea. Meanwhile, Oscar is gnawing at the bars of his enclosure as his attempts to meet Logan for a meal are rejected.

Brocedes

I know what you're thinking. Jedi Lewis and Senator Nico in a combination of hidden marriage and that one scene where Obi Wan is debating Satine about the necessity of war. To which I say, close but not quite.

Lewis and Nico grew up in the temple together and became padawans at the exact same time. Nico as the padawan of Jedi Master Schumacher and Lewis as the padawan of Jedi Master Lauda. They were best friends, but also something more.

However, once the war approached, Lewis quickly became disillusioned. He was a jedi to be a peacekeeper, a diplomat, yet here and now, he was a general. Nico, however, felt that fighting and leading this war was the responsibility of the Jedi. They are fighting to end this war.

Unable to take it anymore, Lewis sheds his status as a Jedi and enters politics as a representative and later a senator with the goal to end this war. Nico takes this as betrayal and in the year of Lewis's election, runs a smear campaign against him. During this time, Supreme Chancellor Helmut Marko is revealed to be a Sith lord and dies. Some say Lewis killed him, some say Max shoved him out a window, most believe his racist heart gave up and stopped and he fell off a loading platform. Either way he's dead and Lewis has been elected into the position of Supreme Chancellor.

With the war now ended, Nico is eager to repair their broken relationship and reignite the love they once had. Lewis would prefer the Jedi Council send him a different Jedi as security detail because he is very busy repairing the galaxy is the aftermath of a brutal war.

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Lewis could feel that his headache-inducing day would not be ending anytime soon. It was bad enough the financial guilds wanted to raise the interest rates on loans but now he would have to deal with this mess.

Opening the door, he found the Jedi Master Nico Rosberg lying across his table with his head resting in his hand. "Hello, Chancellor."

"Hello, Jedi." With a wave of the force, Lewis sent Nico flying off the table.

"Aww, that's not nice. Especially since I'm here to protect you and all." Nico sauntered over to the couch as Lewis took a seat at his desk.

"I believe I requested Master Russel and Master Verstappen, even Master Albon will do." Lewis would much rather have his former padawans or the most calm and levelheaded Jedi of their generation over this.

"Well, George and Max are currently not on good terms and the council feared it would jeopardize your security." Of course they were. Training them together was tough, he still blames Kimi's refusal to have a padawan as the reason he was stuck with two. "Alex and Oscar are currently guarding Representative Sargeant and Senator Kirkwood so they're also unavailable."

"Was there no one else the order could spare? Surely the Council would not waste the time of a Jedi Master such as you on protecting someone as lowly as me. Especially since the only event this week is a charity gala." Lewis went through his calendar to see what he had next, avoiding the gentle tug on the force bond that neither of them had the heart to cut when it all fell apart.

"A charity gala is extremely risky. With all those important people there, someone has to watch your back Chancellor." Nico smiled like a loth-cat.

"Oh," Lewis raised an eyebrow. "And does this protection only extend to me or to my date as well?"

A twitch of the eyebrow and the forceful tug on the force bond, was all Lewis needed.

"I'm afraid it only extends to the Chancellor." Nico said through gritted teeth.

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[sosa2imagines]

Ooo since you said I could send in more suggestions I have one more if it’s all right!!🥰

Can I please request a Ransom Drysdale x fem!shy!reader where she’s his girlfriend and he’s bringing her to meet his family for the first time? They are not very welcoming to her as she isn’t wealthy like they are (like she has a normal job like being an elementary school teacher), and she’s a little bit younger than Ransom, so with all that they accuse her of being a “gold digger” because he buys are nice things and she lives in his penthouse (he just loves to spoil his girl) and make her cry? (Ransom would lose it omg)

Hey, I hope you like it, thank you so much for the ask.

Warning- Little angst, fluff, toxic family.

You nervously adjust the hem of your dress for the fifth time, glancing at Ransom as he pulls his vintage Beemer into the long driveway of the Thrombey estate.

The house looms ahead, a testament to the family’s old money and prestige. Your heart hammers in your chest, but Ransom’s warm hand finds yours, squeezing gently.

“Stop worrying,” he says, his tone laced with his trademark confidence. “They’ll hate you no matter what, so just sit back and enjoy the ride.”

You glance at Ransom's unwavering confidence, the smirk on his face adding to his roguish charm. Despite his words being intended to reassure you, they only serve to twist your stomach into knots. “That’s not reassuring,” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.

Ransom chuckles, leaning over to brush a kiss against your temple. “Relax, cupcake. You’re with me. They can’t touch you.” He’s trying to make you feel better, but the knot in your stomach tightens as you step out of the car and into the house.

As you step into the Thrombey estate alongside Ransom, the weight of the house's age and wealth hangs heavily in the air. The opulence is overwhelming, making you feel even more out of place. Ransom's hand finds the small of your back, a warm and reassuring presence amid the sea of strange faces.

The inside is as intimidating as the outside, old wood, grand staircases, and a suffocating air of wealth and judgment. The moment you walk in, all eyes are on you.

“Ransom,” his mother, Linda, greets, her sharp gaze flickering over you like she’s already made up her mind. “And this must be…?”

“This is my girlfriend,” Ransom announces, his arm slipping around your waist protectively. His tone is firm, daring anyone to challenge him.

Linda’s smile is polite but cold. “Welcome,” she says, though it sounds more like a warning than an invitation.

As the introductions go on, you feel the weight of their judgement. Joni compliments your dress, but her voice is dripping with honeyed poison. Walt's handshake is a weak and dismissive gesture, and even Meg seems reluctant to fully acknowledge you.

In a room filled with cold glances and thinly veiled disdain, only Harlan’s smile feels genuine. He looks at you, his eyes sparkling with warmth and approval.

“So you’re the one who’s managed to tame my grandson,” he says, a touch of amusement lighting up his face. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“Thank you,” you say softly, his kindness like a lifeline in the sea of cold stares.

Ransom rolls his eyes, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “She’s not taming me, Gramps,” he responds, his hand rubbing comforting circles on your back. “She’s just making me tolerable.”

Dinner is where it all falls apart.

“So, what do you do?” Linda asks, her tone deceptively casual.

“I’m an elementary school teacher,” you reply, trying to keep your voice steady.

Linda's eyes narrow at your answer, her lips curving into a sneer.

“An elementary school teacher,” she repeats, her tone dripping with condescension. “How admirable.”

Ransom stiffens beside you, his hand gripping yours under the table. Your heart sinks a little as you see the flicker of judgement in his family's eyes.

“How noble,” Joni coos, her eyes gleaming with thinly veiled disdain. “It must be such a challenge, you know, financially.”

“I manage��” you say quietly, feeling smaller with every passing second.

Joni's saccharine words feel like a blow to your already frayed nerves. “Oh, I can imagine,” she says with a mock gasp. “It must be so hard, living on such a pitiful salary.”

Ransom's hand tightens around yours, a wordless message of support amid the mounting pressure.

“But Ransom must help, right?” Walt chimes in, his smile more predatory than kind. “Living in his penthouse, the shopping sprees…he really spoils you, doesn’t he?”

Your cheeks burn as you glance at Ransom for support, but his jaw is already tightening.

“She’s not with me for my money, if that’s what you’re implying,” Ransom says, his voice a low warning.

“Of course not,” Linda says with a forced laugh. “But it’s…an adjustment, isn’t it? Coming from such different worlds.”

The tension is palpable. You try to deflect, be polite, but the comments keep coming.

“She’s so much younger than you, Ransom,” Joni adds with a pointed look. “It’s sweet, really. Youthful innocence.”

The implication stings, and you feel the tears prickling at your eyes.

“Enough,” Ransom snaps, his voice loud enough to make everyone fall silent.

“Ransom, we’re just…” Linda starts, but he cuts her off.

“No, you’re just being the insufferable assholes you always are!” he spits, his blue eyes blazing. “She’s ten times the person any of you will ever be, and if you can’t see that, then you can eat shit!”

“Ransom!” Linda gasps, her face pale with shock.

“No, I’m serious,” he continues, his voice dripping with disdain. “Eat shit, Linda! Eat shit, Joni! Hell, eat shit, Walt! You’ve all been waiting for a chance to tear her down, but you know what? She’s better than this circus, and we’re leaving.”

He stands, pulling you gently to your feet. His touch is firm but tender, his anger dissipating the moment he looks at you.

Ransom's arm around your waist remains strong and protective, a silent testament to his loyalty to you. He seems unfazed by the family's coldness, his gaze fixed defiantly, almost daring any of them to cross a line.

Harlan speaks up as you’re leaving. “Ransom,” he calls out, his voice calm but resolute. “Take care of her. She’s a keeper.”

Ransom glances back at his grandfather, a flicker of gratitude in his eyes, before leading you out the door.

Once you’re outside, he stops, turning to you. His hands cradle your face as he studies you with uncharacteristic softness. “Hey,” he murmurs. “Don’t let them get to you. They’re vultures, and they don’t deserve you.”

“I’m sorry…” you whisper, tears spilling over.

“For what? Being perfect?” He wipes your tears away with his thumb. “Cupcake, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Screw them, they can eat shit!”

You manage a small smile, and he pulls you into his arms.

“Come on,” he says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Let’s go home. I’ll order your favorite takeout, and we’ll forget they even exist.”

With Ransom, you know he’ll always have your back, no matter how hard the world, or his family, tries to tear you down.

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Pairing: Jeongin x Reader Word Count: 1.1K Genre: Suggestive (but not smut) Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Sex, NDA,

You're brought backstage by a SKZ staff member for some reason...

You couldn't tear your eyes away from him, just like everyone else in the stadium, he was mesmerizing every body roll sending the blood rushing from your brain to much much lower. He was sexy as hell and he knew it. You had been there all afternoon, watched soundcheck and watched him for hours they had all waved, made finger hearts and blew kisses to the crowd as they ran around the stage playing around and just having fun when you first noticed his subtle double take. Second song in he stayed in your area of the stage and after they had left the stage to get ready for the actual performance a woman in all black came down from the backstage area and wandered alone the barrier looking at a small piece of paper and then checking the crowd. She approached you after looking you over a few times

"Afternoon miss, do you have a moment?" She asked sternly gesturing for you to follow her towards an emptier area of the barricade

"Oh, of course. Is something wrong?" You nodded looking over yourself again in case there was something you had on you that you weren't meant to. Sure you were holding your phone but you weren't taking photos during soundcheck there were too many security and you didn't want to have your phone confiscated or worse be forced to leave.

"After the show tonight I would ask you to stay in your seat until I collect you. Is that possible?" She continued looking more friendly "I also need to make sure you are over 18".

"Yeah, I mean yes I am older than 18 and I can stay seated" you blinked unsure if you should be just blindly agreeing to her requests.

"Thank you, enjoy the show" she smiled, allowing you to move back to your seat. You smiled in return, moving to sit back down and wait a couple of hours until the show and mull of the decision you just made. If all else failed and you lost your nerve you could just leave before she came back to get you and no one would be the wiser.

Jeongin rolled his hips again and your mouth watered he had made sure you were aware that he was the one who had sent the woman to find you maintaining his stare whenever he was near you only breaking eye contact when he had to move around the stage. After drenching you with water at the end of show you were sure that there had been extra effort to saturate your side of the stage you were getting cool in the chilled night air when the woman returned and beckoned you to follow her around the barricade to where stage hands were coming and going between large blacked out fences.

"I will explain a few things before anything further happens" she started talking as though the pair of you were acquaintances "You can tell me or any other member of the staff team that you want to leave and we will immediately escort you out of the venue, I was requested to find you to meet with Mr Yang to speak in a little more private setting anything that happens after that is entirely your decision".

"Um... Yeah sure" you agreed politely, anxiety rising in the pit of your stomach.

"If you could just wait in here for him, he won't be too long" she finished opening the door to a small room that must have been part of the rooms set up for the teams staff a few couches, tables and fridges were in the room "help yourself to something to drink there is a bathroom through that door".

Leaving you alone you grabbed a bottle of water and sipped it slowly before going to check if you could clean yourself up a little you were still in wet clothes that were sticking to you and you were sure your makeup and hair were looking awful from your dancing, jumping and singing so if you could even slightly fix that up it would help. After having tried your best and at least getting rid of the smudged make up so you looked more presentable you sat on a couch and waited. There was a knock at the door which made you suck in a hard breath.

"Hello" he grinned his eyes landing on you pleased you were still waiting where they had left you.

"Hi" you whispered, swallowing hard as he stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him.

"I'm Jeongin, I’m sorry for all the clandestine meeting stuff but I couldn’t just walk over and speak to you without causing chaos” he continued his voice soft and sweet as he walked over to you to offer you his hand to shake.

“I know who you are” you smiled taking his hand “but I understand the whole sneaking around but actually, it makes sense” you admitted before introducing yourself.

“It’s absolutely my pleasure to meet you” Jeongin sat offering you a spot beside him.

“How does this usually work?” you asked, your nerves leaking into your voice.

“Well” he smiled brilliantly, his eyes twinkling in the light “If you are alright with spending the night with me you sign a document and come back to the hotel with me. But if you aren’t we can take a few selfies together as a thank you for your time and you can leave whenever you like” he almost purred sensually stepping closer to you. You blinked a few times realizing this was literally a dream come true for you and if you thought any longer your logical side would stuff the opportunity up for you.

“Where do I sign?” you whispered, swallowing hard as you watched Jeongins eyes darken slightly, his smile morphing into a sly smirk.

“Right here” he chuckled darkly, moving to open the door to the hallway where a staff member was waiting with a piece of paper and a pen. Jeongin took the paper and handed it to you “I’m supposed to tell you to read it but it just says you can’t tell anyone about what happens tonight”.

“No one would believe me anyway” you licked your lips, your mouth suddenly feeling dry as you took the page and signed your name.

“So you’re all mine tonight then” He grinned again only this time with a distinctly more predatory feel to it. You nodded mutely as the staff member disappeared down the hall and Jeongin shut the door again reaching out for your hand, which you gave him easily. His lips crashing into yours roughly making you gasp “Oh you're a sensitive one? This will be a night to remember then”.

a/n: Thank you for reading my lovelies xx

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[ssentimentals]

Hi, are you only take requests from the prompt? I’m gonna leave my request and if you want to write it I’ll be really happy…🙏🏼

So the reader is also a singer but her brother is one of the f1 drivers can be Sainz or Leclerc, and she is dating (can be S.Coups, Joshua or Wonu) and they meet for the first time at the GP and get along really well .

Thanks 🤍🤍🤍

oh my god. my dear anonie. i have no hope left that you are still here, but in case you are - i am so, so sorry for catching up so late with this wonderful message. i was focused on prompts and my inbox was floored. but i got to it now and i am hoping that you'll like it!! sorry again :((

seungcheol + singer!reader (carlos sainz's sister)

seungcheol had many nerve-wracking moments in his life. his first ever performance, first tour abroad, performance on international festival, performance in front of a president for god's sake. but nothing really made him as nervous as he is now, entering the race venue. for all his bravado on being the fearless leader, seungcheol feels fear gripping his heart at the thought of meeting your brother. he tries to tell himself that it's all good - it's not like cheol has anything to hide and it's not like your brother is some kind of-

'is that carlos? oh my god, it is! carlos! carlos, carlos sainz!'

right. no biggie. seungcheol follows the direction of running and screaming girls and instantly clocks familiar red posters and dozens people with cameras around. he pauses and pulls his cap even lower, taking a deep breath. you can do this, he pep talks himself, slowly coming closer. so what that he's a famous f1 driver? so what that he looks like one punch from him will send me flying to the next wall? it's all good, all good. seungcheol notices you too when he comes as close as fans allow him to; you're standing not far from your brother, looking beautiful in red ferrari merch, smiling happily at the sight of people swooning over carlos. seungcheol lets himself enjoy these few moments of just looking at you without you noticing, just taking you in. he saw thousand photos of you from your concerts and red carpets, even more from your ads and magazines, but nothing beats just looking at you up close. your beauty never fails to amaze him; he still has no idea how he managed to make you his. sometimes it all does feel like fever induced dream from his part.

'sorry, excuse me,' seungcheol makes his way through the fangirls and photographers, waving a little when you notice him. your face lights up at the sight of him and his heart skips a beat - how did he get so lucky? waving him over, you giggle loudly when he hugs you tight. 'hello, gorgeous.'

'you made it!' you squeal, hugging him even tighter before pulling back. 'you weren't replying, i thought maybe something else came up.'

'sorry babe, just wanted to surprise you.' seungcheol is relieved that for once cameras are not pointing at you two; he confidently wraps his arm around your waist. 'everything's okay?'

you nod, smiling. 'i'm so excited! it's been a while since i came to the race.' your eyes drift to your brother's tall figure before looking back at your boyfriend. 'are you ready to meet my brother?'

seungcheol hopes his smile is convincing. 'of course i am. i'd love to.'

you see through his acting and squeeze his shoulder reassuringly. 'you have nothing to worry about, cheollie. he's amazing and he already knows so much about you!'

seungcheol gulps. he knows exactly what? does he know that he made you cry one month agoo during your fight? does he know that he gets weirdly possessive over you? does he know this or does he also know that seungcheol makes sure you have a bouquet waiting for you in every single hotel you stay whenever you're touring or that since you came into his life he never had eyes for anyone else? what exactly does carlos sainz know?

'come meet cheollie, carlos!' you wave at your brother, who walks over to your side, eyes trained on seungcheol.

seungcheol does not tremble. he does not shiver. he's a world class performer and he puts on his best smile and shakes carlos's hand with what he hopes is an adequate amount of strength. carlos's raised eyebrow tells him that he fucked up that one. 'nice to finally meet you,' carlos says, voice rather friendly even if his face remains impassive.

'likewise,' seungcheol says and tries to come up with something else, hating his own short answer: 'uh- happy to be here! on the race, i mean. good luck today, beat everyone.'

carlos tilts his head and chuckles. 'it's just a free practice today, race is on sunday.'

next to him, you snicker and seungcheol feels how tip of his ears burn in shame. god, what a way to go. right when he's scrambling for words to say, carlos saves him with a friendly pat on the shoulder: 'it's okay. you know nothing about racing, right?'

'i'll teach him everything!' you volunteer, snuggling closer to his side. seungcheol is thankful for your support and he's also happy that carlos doesn't point out anything about your pda. 'by sunday he'll be your main fan, carlito.'

'i already am!' seungcheol rushes to say. 'a fan, big fan, i mean.'

carlos is nice enough to let his awkwardness slide. his eyes linger on the way seungcheol's arm is wrapped around his sister's waist, but he says nothing. 'let's go to the paddock, you'll meet my team.'

seungcheol has a running suspicion that he fucked everything up, but the way you glow happily makes him think otherwise. he leans in, kissing your cheek and smiling at the way you lean more towards him; it feels so good to be able to do this without worrying. 'are you happy?' seungcheol asks, not being to look away from your shining face.

'i am,' you confirm, turning to him. 'you are here, my brother is here, it's a race weekend! everything is great.' you reach out, caressing his cheek. 'he likes you. i can tell, don't worry.'

'i am making a fool of myself in front of him,' seungcheol whispers, very close to whining. 'tell him that i am not like that usually.'

'i know how you are usually,' carlos suddenly says, turning to him with a wide smile. 'she tells me everything. always gushes about you.' carlos pauses, letting them catch up with him. he jokingly slaps seungcheol's shoulder. 'you're putting that bar very high, my friend.'

seungcheol rarely blushes but he is sure that his face is all red now. it feels undeserving to have carlos praise him like this, for some reason.

'he makes me happy!' you proclaim, making seungcheol's heart squeeze in his chest.

carlos's gaze softens and he reaches out, gently ruffling your hair. 'i know he does, bebe. it's good.' he then turns to seungcheol: 'you better keep it that way.'

seungcheol clears his throat. 'planning on it.'

carlos nods, satisfied. 'good. now let's go and turn you into tifosi.'

a/n: what a crossover this is :D hopefully you liked it, let me know! - nini

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[mythicmanuscripts]

hey so glad to see you're posting more again! I really enjoy your work as it's a breath of fresh air in a very saturated fandom space 💕

can I request something about how jace & aemond (separately lol) would celebrate their s/o's birthday? like, if they have or make up any traditions together, what kind of gift(/gifts hehe) they get them, etc! just had mine recently ♑ and I thought it might be a fun fluffy topic!

Ooo good idea anon!! Brilliant idea.

This answer is mostly if not entirely SFW so I won't add a cut to hide behind but if you or anyone else would want an NSFW version or would want to send their thoughts for an NSFW version then my askbox is open!

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JACE:

Right the first thing you need to know is that Jace makes the task of getting you a birthday present into a group project with every single other person in Dragonstone. And I do mean everyone. Even Rhaenyra's handmaidens get asked their thoughts.

He just wants to make sure he gets you the best possible thing!! He loves you so so much and he knows he has to get you something worthy of you. He's so nervous and picky about it, changing his mind multiple times a day and making it everyone else's problem.

Of course Rhaenyra did already tell him what he should get you, but he had to be sure!!! Which naturally meant he had to consult with every single person in the castle.

(He even sends a raven to Daemon when he was at Harrenhall. He nearly had a heart attack seeing an unexpected raven from dragonstone only to discover his stepson wants advice on a birthday gift for his crush.)

As for actual gifts, I definitely think he will get you at least one thing that represents his house somehow? Like maybe a necklace similar to the one Rhaenyra wears or something with either of his houses' symbols. He wants to present you with something that shows not only does he loves you but he considers you part of his house, he can't fight to be heir to the iron throne without you.

(When Daemon returns he points out that nothing says part of the family as good as asking every single fucking member for advice)

AEMOND:

Aemond is an interesting on with this because he would absolutely want to make your birthday as amazing as he possibly can, but he's also very bad at expressing it? He would be debating with himself for months over what to do for you, would have gone through just about every gift possible to obtain in King's Landing he reaches something he thinks might work.

Oh and it's not just one gift, absolutely not. Usually there's a book given (usually one of his favourites that he wants you to read) and then also some of your favourite pastries and of course more flowers than you know what to do with.

I also agree that I think he'd LOVE to have some sort of tradition around gift giving for your birthday (and his actually, though he won't say that) because there's just something so comforting about knowing he can do that every single year.

That item would be the most special of all, and I think it would be something he had to work for somehow? A hand carved figurine, a metal rose, glass melted with dragon fire, etc. He spends HOURS on it leading up to your birthday and it's always worth it to see the smile on your face when you thank him.

[bradshawsvinyl]

How Frank Castle and Girly!Reader Met

girly!reader masterlist here.

You were seated at a corner table in your favorite neighborhood cafe, sipping a latte from a pink cup with swirls of delicate foam art, your pastel journal open as you sketched designs for your boutique’s upcoming summer collection. The soft patter of the raindrops outside created a cozy ambiance, making it the perfect backdrop to focus on your work.

Your world is all about soft colors, florals and elegance—very different from the dark, handsome, rugged man who walked in, scanning the room with sharp and calculating eyes.

Frank Castle wasn’t there for coffee. He was tailing someone as part of an ongoing mission, but the aroma of fresh pastries and coffee drew him into the small cafe. When he walked in, his eyes immediately landed on you. Your delicate nature made you stand out in his seemingly dark world.

Approaching the counter, Frank ordered a coffee. While reaching in his pocket to pay, the barista informed him that they didn’t accept cash. He instinctively turned to leave not wanting to waste any more time.

“Wait,” a soft voice called out, immediately catching his attention. From the corner of his eye, he saw you stand up with a polite smile on your face.

“I’ve got it,” you said while pulling out your card. As you paid, you glanced at him with a warmth that felt foreign. “Consider it a little kindness on this rainy day,” you added gently.

“Thank you,” he replied politely while taking the cup of coffee from the barista and walking out of the cafe.

After that first encounter, Frank would occasionally stop by the cafe, though he never admitted he was there to see you. He’d sit at a table near yours, sipping on black coffee and observing the world while you scribbled away in your journal.

On one particularly slow afternoon, you decided to strike up a conversation. You told him about your boutique and your passion for designing clothes that made people feel comfortable in their skin. You noticed he didn’t seem to talk much, but he always listened.

Frank wasn’t used to softness but something about your optimism and passion struck a chord with him. You chose to face the world's horrors with kindness—a stark contrast to how he operated.

One evening, as the cafe was closing, you found yourself locking up your clothing boutique nearby. The streets were quiet and plagued with an eerie silence. As you turned to leave, you noticed a group of men lingering in the shadows, their gaze fixed on you.

Your heart raced as they approached, their intentions unclear. Before you could react, you heard a familiar voice echo through the air.

“She’s with me.” Frank said, emerging from the darkness. The men hesitated, glancing at each other nervously before retreating without a word. You stood frozen, your breath hitching as Frank turned to you.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice steady and laced with concern.

You nodded. “I didn’t know you were nearby,” you said timidly.

“I like to keep an eye on things,” he replied, his gaze softening.

That night, he walked you home, the silence between you comfortable. As you reached your door, you turned to him. “Thank you, Frank,” you said near tears. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if I had been alone.”

He nodded, his eyes lingering on yours. “Just stay safe,” he said, disappearing into the darkness of the night.

From that day on, Frank’s presence in your life became a constant. To Frank, you were a reminder of the love and humanity he thought he’d lost. To you, Frank became a steady source of love and strength you hadn’t realized you needed.

a/n:AHHH THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE! pls send requests for this universe i love frank so much. thanks for reading!

[stayevildarling]

I'm not sure if you'd write anything like this, but I'm gonna request anyway💓 could you write a cordelia, wihemina, billie and reader fic with reader who is also a celebrity just like billie, but Rs fame keeps on growing, to the point that it overwhelms her and she struggles with it a little. Maybe she keeps getting harassed by paparazzi, who then eventually harass her girls. So reader thinks it's best to break up with them to keep them safe or something, and starts ghosting their messages and calls. But one day billie has an event to go to, and she invites Delia and mina and they see reader there as well, so they try to talk it out, and eventually fix things between them

I'm thinking an angsty, hurt comfort fic, with a happy ending🤗

Cordelia Goode x Wilhemina Venable x Billie Dean Howard x Reader- Shadows of Fame

A/N: thank you very much for this request🤍

tw/tags: established poly relationship, mention of anxiety, angst, hurt/comfort

word count: 3.6k

taglist:

@lunaticwhittaker , @billiebeanhoward , @lanawinters-ily , @kenzbro , @minaslittleone , @httpfiftyshadesofgay @whitelotus00 , @ninaahelvar , @paulsonsratched , @vintagepaulson , @isle-of-earle , @grilledcheeseandguavajelly , @lucyintheskywithxanax , @fanfics4world , @mymiraclewitch , @hazard-to-myself , @awritersometimes , @wastdstime , @p1pecleanerwitheyes , @queen2234 , @ihartnat , @lifebyinez , @ahsatanizgay, @blu3dimples, @stepintomyworld

The fame came much quicker than you had anticipated. One day Billie asked you to fill in on her show and start working on some promo for her, encouraging you to do some vlogging and upload videos and the next you had too many followers on your social media accounts to count. It started with a few hundred, thousands and eventually surpassing more than that. You would get invited by brands, shooting promotions for them, paid for advertisements on your socials, as well as being invited to events and galas.

You never thought that life was for you but having been at the academy with your girlfriends for years, not a witch yourself and therefor other than helping Cordelia out with administrative tasks, there wasn‘t much you could do other than make yourself useful. Billie had been beyond proud, excited she could walk the red carpets with you now, rather than having you three on the guest lists and in the background of the many events you would attend together. Wilhemina didn‘t understand at first, incredibly confused by the amount of money suddenly in your shared savings account and that doing social media and promoting could make that kind of money. Nevertheless she was proud, seeing how happy you are and that maybe you had found your true calling.

Cordelia held back for a while, watching attentively and making sure this was what you wanted and wasn‘t getting to you. After all this was new to you, Billie having been doing this for several years now and there was also the fact of you being considerably younger. She was proud of course, supporting you when you applied for little roles, shooting some videos with you and doing everything in her power to make sure you are happy. And you were truly, able to live your academy life the way you had, shoot for Billie or other little shows, while getting to write and post about whatever you wanted.

But it got more and more, suddenly your face on adds and billboards, brands offering you your own skincare brand, agencies wanting to put you under their wings and help with your growing fame. It took your breath away, liking the small influence you had, getting to donate and talk about matters of your heart online but the numbers kept growing, money not mattering anymore as you had bought every gift they deserved for your girlfriends already. Your socials blew up, comments flooding your posts about who you are with, whether you are with the medium but rumors spreading about your poly relationship, some of them not necessarily kind and sending you right back into your insecurities.

„Wait she‘s gay?“ some of them read before you see some men flooding your comments section „Those three are so lucky“. „Three? what weird cult is this?“. Sitting on your bed, you close the app on your phone, throwing it on the bed as you try to breathe, Billie having told you things like these could happen and from running her social media accounts for a while, you knew all about this. Still, you managed to brush them off, focus on your life with your girls as well as your work. But no matter what you did, gigs you declined and events you didn‘t attend, the frame grew, almost like some magical force and suddenly the headlines of every newspaper were filled with you and Billie. Delia too as she had made a public appearance on TV about the coven once and of course they managed to find her. They are filled with Mina too, not her necessarily but the newspaper trying to figure out who the fourth mysterious person in your relationship was.

„Have you seen this?“ Billie asked one morning as she was scrolling through an online newspaper. Cordelia‘s eyebrow raised when she saw the headline and by the time Mina walked from the coffee machine to the actual newspaper she read she shifted when she saw her face, the paparazzi finally having made the connection and finding her despite you being utterly careful with your posts and private life. You had never posted their faces, never said their names, trying to keep them safe. But you saw the look on her face, uncomfortable despite the forced smile, Delia trying to lift the mood by saying how paparazzi are and how much you had grown over the months.

The next step was your own studio and office, needing more room than the corner in your shared bedroom of the academy and with the academy being full and all three of your girlfriends having offices, there wasn‘t any room but equally it didn‘t matter to you, appreciating to take that bit of your work away from your girlfriends and hoping they may get some peace from it that way. Billie was beyond the moon, hooking you up with all the right people and getting you a nice studio penthouse with an amazing view of New Orleans and the three of them helping you decorate and making sure you had everything you needed.

But the paparazzi wouldn‘t stop, at first stalking your office and flashes and questions being thrown your way whenever you would leave the house, whenever you would get coffee. And then one morning, you saw them outside the coven, storming outside and demanding for them to leave and respect your privacy but of course they didn‘t listen and thats when you realized this was becoming too much, the safety of the coven and it‘s witches as well as your girlfriends in danger. You barely managed to get home that night, paparazzi and press chasing you home in your car, causing you to almost crash. By the time you made it into the academy, the door banged closed and you leaned against it, chest tight and breathing heavy.

Cordelia was at the door in a moment, seeing your expression caused her eyebrows to furrow as she cupped your cheeks. „Sweetie what‘s wrong?“ she asked carefully but you brushed her off, reassuring something before slipping past her and into your shared bedroom, getting a bag and shoving most of your things inside. Wilhemina found you, seeing your reaction, her breath hitching as she watched you pack. „Little one, what‘s happening?“ she asked, voiced laced with confusion and worry. „Nothing“ you tried, hands shaking but she could see right through you, moving closer and putting her hands on your shaking ones. „Little one, don‘t lie to me“ she tried and as your eyes locked you considered.

Billie and Cordelia came in seconds later, watching the scene exchange before you carried on packing. „I‘m going to the studio for a while, the paparazzi is here and I“ you didn‘t finish your sentence, too scared of their reactions. „Sweetie, there is no need, the coven has plenty of spells to protect it“ the supreme tried but it was no use and so you simply mumbled something incoherent before leaving them be. They didn‘t support your choice, calling you and texting you that same night but recieving no answers. Billie made her way over the next morning, knocking effortlessly as she stayed for a while but you didn‘t respond, too scared of all of this hurting them and wanting to ensure their safety.

In the years of your relationship, you never once saw Paparazzi follow Billie. Of course they had been at events but never at your home, never at a cafe other than the occasional fan asking for a selfie or having a quick chat. You knew they hated this, Mina especially considering how private she is, same with Cordelia as you knew her main priority was protecting the coven and it‘s witches. It didn‘t feel fair, seeing the cars camping outside, the bright flashes of their cameras whenever one of them exited the house. The headlines would only grow stronger with having found your adress and the identity of your partners. For days you decided to hide away, not going on your phone as you struggled with every single incoming message and call.

You missed them like hell, Mina‘s steady arms and how safe she made you feel. Billie‘s charm and how much she made you laugh and Delia‘s steady presence. You loved them more than anything and your heart ached with every second passing, wanting nothing more than to run back to them, but you knew it was better this way, able to protect them. After your self loathing you began looking into the laws, working with your agencies and security companies to get them to leave the Academy alone, leave your partners names out of the headlines other than Billie as she was after all a public figure. It took almost a week but you noticed the headlines disappearing and when you drove past the coven, there wasn‘t a single car. Some old articles were deleted due to your efforts, threats and how much money you had invested in this, not caring as it was more important than anything.

For the entire week they tried to get ahold of you, growing concerned with each day passing. Billie sent flowers and chocolates, filled with little notes hoping to reach you that way. Cordelia came by a few times but it was without use even when she considered to use her magic. Even Mina tried, checking your favorite spots around the city, hoping to find you there. But by the time things had calmed down you felt nothing other than ashamed of your actions, seeing their messages and calls and suddenly the anxiety tightened in your chest, hands shaking all the time and breathing always hitching. You knew you needed to face them but all the guilt of the world weighed on your shoulders, mixed with the embarrassment of it all.

But then came the gala, the big one where you had to make an appearance, knowing Billie was going to be there and assuming they may be too. You managed to agree with your agency to skip the red carpet, really only having to make some light conversation and shake some hands before you could leave, the after party not mandatory either. As you got dressed and having your stylist fix your hair and makeup, you kept glancing at your phone, typing and deleting several messages to them as you felt the weight heavy on your chest. The evening passed in a blur, arriving in a car and putting on a brave face as several flashes and questions came your way again, quickly making your way into the venue and sighing in relief.

Most of the evening you tried to hide away in a corner but when you feel a familiar hand on your shoulder, you turn, seeing the blonde medium standing in front of you. „Y/N“ she exclaimed and the use of your name send waves of heartache through your chest, remembering the times she called you babydoll. „Where the hell have you been? we have been trying to talk to you for a week“ she sighs and your mind trails off for a moment, seeing her so beautiful in a baby pink dress, hair perfectly styled as always and that perfect smile on her face despite the concern etched in her face. „I“ you try to respond but before you can say anything, she takes your hand, dragging you into a quieter room as she mumbles something about Mina and Delia wanting to see you.

Your eyes fall to the floor as you see them in one of the lounges, Mina dressed in purple as always and Cordelia looking elegant as ever. „Look who I found“ Billie murmurs excitedly, trying to lift the mood but you can see the disappointment in their faces, Mina particularly seeming angry once laying eyes on you. „Oh yeah? what have you been doing for a week then? after leaving without an explanation“ she mumbles under her breath, Cordelia‘s warning eyes shooting her a glare. „Sweetheart, I‘m so glad to see you, are you okay?“ she asks gently, moving to cup your cheeks and the feeling of her hands on you send a wave of pain through your chest. You try to stay composed but as your eyes lock with her brown ones, everything falters as you try and hold back the tears, feeling that familiar tight feeling in your throat.

„The paparazzi left and somehow all our names and those articles were deleted. Did you have anything to do with that?“ she asks gently and you nod weakly, before the blonde glances at Billie, this having been what they assumed all along. „Darling, why did you leave?“ Billie asks as she encourages you to sit and you opt to sit between them, not daring to meet Wilhemina‘s icy gaze. You want to hold back, keep protecting them but something breaks within you as the tears begin flowing. When your breathing hitches three heads snap towards you and your head falls into your hands as you supress embarrassing yourself further in front of them. „I panicked when I saw them at the academy“ you admit weakly through sobs, the three of them listening carefully.

„I wanted to just stay away for a day or two for things to quieten down but then it took everything for me to work to make it stop and protect you three and then I felt too scared, guilty and embarrassed to reach out“ you admit, Cordelia‘s knowing face meeting her girlfriends. „You could have told us babydoll, you don‘t need to protect us“ Billie coos as her hand travels to your shoulder, nails scratching little comforting circles. „But I do, I know how uncomfortable it makes Mina and Delia, you shouldn‘t be dragged through the newspapers and stalked outside the coven“ you carry on. „I don‘t know what happened that night, I went home and saw them and I almost crashed because they kept following me and I just panicked“ you admit.

Wilhemina‘s hands ball into fists, knuckles turning white as she understands just how much this has been for you. „I‘m so sorry sweetie“ Cordelia coos as she gently wipes your tears. „I never wanted the fame to go this far, I never wanted to leave like that and I‘m so“ you try but sobs wreck through you again. Wilhemina‘s hands finds your shoulder this time, causing you to freeze for a second. „You three deserve better than me, I handled everything so badly and I‘m sorry“ you admit under tears, their faces etched in concern and pain at your words, knowing how much you are beating yourself up over this even when you shouldn‘t.

„And I keep seeing these comments about us and you three and I just can‘t deal with it anymore, I‘m so sorry for hurting you and messing this up“ you whimper before hastily scrambling to your feet as you make your way out out of there, feeling the anxiety and panic in your chest as you make it out the back and into a car. They watch you go, your words hitting deep before Billie sighs. „I told you you shouldn‘t have encouraged this“ Mina hisses as she glances at Billie. „Oh so this is my fault now?“ the medium snaps before downing a glass of champagne. „This was bound to get too much for her, they almost got her into a car crash and now she feels like she isn‘t worthy for us“ the redhead sighs before Cordelia raises her voice. „Enough“ she snaps, startling them both as she stands.

„This is making her miserable can‘t you see? we need to support her now and be there rather than judge her for how she chose to handle it or tearing each other apart“ the supreme carries on, causing them both to be silent as they nod. „You‘re right, I‘m sorry“ Billie mumbes, Wilhemina‘s apolegetic features meeting them both. „Let‘s go and find her, I‘m assuming she went to the studio“ Cordelia suggests and they nod before leaving the event, not caring whatsoever as their main concern is you as it had always been. Cordelia navigates them through traffic, making it to your studio as she knocks on your door.

But you don‘t answer, drowing yourself in a bottle of wine as you can‘t even hear them, speakers on full blast as music blasts through the speakers. Your eyes travel across the room, landing on some cigarettes Billie must have left as well as some hard liquor you had gotten gifted once. But without wanring the door opens and the three of them walk inside, Cordelia using her magic as she couldn‘t stand this silence anymore. They find you on the floor, sobbing as you clutch the wine bottle closer to your chest, mascara runny as your breathing comes in uneven gasps. „Oh sweetie“ Delia coos as Billie is already kneeling in front of you, taking the bottle from you and putting it aside as Mina turns the music down.

„I‘m sorry“ you breathe out „for leaving“ but they shake their heads not caring about any of this right now. „Sweetie, can we just take care of you?“ the supreme asks gently and as you meet her eyes, surprise flickers across them as you realize they are here because they may still want you. „You- want me still?“ you ask shaky and broken before Wilhemina helps you up and pulls you into her arms. „Of course we do little one“ she tells you as she holds you close and you fall apart in her arms as she takes you to the sofa. Before you know it, three safe and steady arms are near you, laying in Mina‘s arms as Cordelia leans her head on your shoulder, Billie holding your hand tightly as the four of you sit in silence, letting you find your breathing and slowly healing the bits that had broken within you.

The anxiety eases gently in your chest as you feel their steady embraces and gazes, their hands keeping you calm and safe. „We don‘t need you to protect us sweetheart“ Cordelia begins as she locks eyes with you „And we don‘t care about the newspapers or paparazzi, I mean it‘s great you managed to get rid of them“ Billie explains before Wilhemina joins in „We couldn‘t be prouder of you and if you wanna keep doing this then we are here every step of the way“ she reassures as Billie carries on „But if this is too much, we will help you find something else you are passionate about“ she explains. You glance at them, chin quivering at hearing their words. „You didn‘t mess up anything and we want you just as much as before“ Cordelia explains gently as she cups your cheeks.

„You will always be our priority, no matter what you decide and you don‘t need to decide tonight but please don‘t shut us out“ Wilhemina coos and you glance between them before nodding. „I promise“ you whisper, causing their features to fill with relief „Does that mean- you will come home with us?“ Cordelia asks carefully and you nod causing Billie to sigh in relief „Oh thank god, I have missed you so much“ she sighs dramatically before gulping some of the wine she had taken from you, her dramatics causing you three to giggle. And the familiarity of it all causes you to sigh in relief too, in their arms, giggling and joking with your girlfriends and simply being in their presence causing all the worries to leave you as all that matters is your girls.

They take you home that night, reconnecting with you as you show and tell each other how much you had missed each other. Eventually you fall asleep in their arms, knowing no matter what you decided and no matter what was going to happen, you would do it together from now, having their unwavering support and love, always.

[toskarin]

Is Vgen safe to use? I'd never heard of it before you mentioned it but it looks cool

this answer's going to be a bit roundabout because I don't feel comfortable directly vouching for anyone who handles money besides myself. and I don't even vouch for myself

so, vgen is basically a non-japanese* (*: primarily western, but that's more of a demographic thing than a platform restriction) version of skima mixed with skeb, both of which are existing sites that japanese artists use to take sketchbook style requests

pixiv also does this now, along with a few other japanese sites, but it's generally been kind of limited to being an otaku thing, even outside of japan, and it's very often been limited to japanese artists actually taking these requests (even if anyone can send them) because of legal issues around international payment

for context, skeb's request-based style of commissioning gained a lot of popularity because it's, frankly, antisocial in a comfortable way for both clients and artists

[you can skip this section if you know what skeb is]

you can think of it as paying an artist to draw something with the understanding that you are paying for the literal act of them drawing it, rather than for a refined and specific finished product

in this format, the requester puts money on the table alongside a brief outline of what they want and any applicable references. there is usually an outline of how much you should pay at minimum, some examples of that artist's work, and (traditionally) a hard rule that neither party in this arrangement communicates with each other about it outside of the request-accept-send-tip procedure itself

traditionally, when the artist accepts the request, the platform takes the money and holds it in escrow. then, when the artist sends the finished work, the exchange is concluded with the requester receiving the work (possibly along with a written note by the artist) and the artist receiving their payment from the site. if the artist doesn't finish the work before an agreed-upon deadline, the money is refunded

in the original skeb format, if the requester especially enjoys the art, it's customary to tip the artist, which applies a golden border around the art and allows the requester to include a thank-you note, displayed alongside the artist's commentary and their original request

this is important to lay out because, as you might notice, there are no windows for revisions and no active direct lines of communication allowed. I've seen people get angry about this before, so that's one way in which the skeb style of commission can be considered "unsafe"

there's a lot of misconceptions around the differences in legal rights here, but the bottom line is that, when it comes to commissioned artwork, most people on the english-speaking internet are profoundly misinformed about the laws around things and operate largely on handshake agreements that wouldn't really hold up in any court, if push came to shove

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so! let's get to vgen

vgen, being an adaptation of this format, actually mixes in a lot of different features that I would consider to be more traditional for western art commissions. it carries over the skima/skeb style storefronts, but adapts them more towards serving vtubers (a common use case for skeb and skima) with a slight tilt towards the client having additional protection

for example, to open an artist storefront on vgen, you have to either be invited in by someone or pass some variety of notability verification test (either an engagement baiting post including your art or winning a contest of some fashion)

to make requests, you just kind of make an account and send the money

skeb style commissions do exist on vgen, but the site is designed to allow additional stages of artist communication on certain requests. this means that you may get some extra securities as a client, or you may not, depending on the terms of the request

one notable rule of vgen which makes it distinct from similar sites is that you can't draw porn on there. this may come as a shock, because people aren't great about following that rule, but it is actually a pretty firm rule on account of the site being more beholden to major western-centred payment processors

so, as far as the site itself goes, if you keep yourself familiar with the rules and actually read the terms of your deals, you're safe there in the same way that you're safe when making a conscious decision to climb a tree

as far as financial matters and the site's management go, I don't know, and I can't know because I don't know the staff personally

I have made a personal decision to trust that they're acting in good faith. I've made a request through the site before to test it out, it went as expected, so my decision to use it is informed by my own sense of risk management

TL;DR: is vgen safe to use? I don't personally think it's uniquely risky as far as storefronts go, but it's an online storefront where people sell each other things, so treat it as one and walk about as carefully as you always do