#we watch these races together (it's very wholesome when you think about it) so it only makes sense

[motogp-museum]

Motogpblr Race Review Journal: Phillip Island 2024

[poll 1]/ poll 2

I thought it would be cute (and useful) to have a running list of polls for each race where we can letterboxd style review them. Like a collective motogp journal of sorts to look back on!

This rating is just for the race, not the sprint or any other session. There is a separate poll for the race weekend linked above, since a fun weekend doesn't always equal a good race and visa versa.

(1/2 being the worst and 5 being the best)

Please feel free to yap/add as much as you'd like! Add pictures ect. The more commentary, the more we have to look back on and remember what we liked, didn't like about the race!

They will all be linked in my pinned so we can go back to them <3

If anyone has any hot takes they don't want to share publicly, my asks are open. I'll screenshot the ask and chuck it on here. I just want this to be an honest reflection! no judgement from me hehe

[chrisevansonly]

𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲’𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜

✯charles leclerc x female reader

✯seeing charles become a father was your happiest day, especially knowing he’s your daughters absolute favourite person

✯no warnings, quite cute and wholesome

✯here is a little dad!charles post, i love dad charles so much you have no idea. obviously i made it so that his daughter is bilingual, so there will be french and english swapped back and forth! i feel like this isn’t good but idk anyway enjoy <3

When Ella was born Charles thought he could never have a day where he’d feel as elated and as whole as he did, he felt those exact feelings the day he married you, and again when you told him you were pregnant. Although he knew this feeling all too well, it only intensified having his baby girl here with him and watching her grow and learn as she got older.

You loved watching the father and daughter duo play, laugh and of course cuddle up on the couch together after a long day, but nothing beat seeing her reaction when he got home from race weekends. Ella was learning to speak english and french of course, you were far more english speaking than Charles having moved to Monaco for him, but your knowledge of the language was stronger than it had been when you first got here.

“Maman?”

Looking towards the living room you smiled seeing Ella sitting at her favourite spot, colouring a picture for her dad. She had his eyes, and his hair too, not to mention a smidgen of his attitude. They were carbon copies of each other.

“Yes my love?”

You set aside what you were doing to join her in the living room

“What time is daddy going to be home?”

“I think he should be here very soon ma belle”

She nodded before showing you her drawing

“Pensez-vous qu'il aimera ce que j'ai fait?”

You smiled rubbing her cheek gently with your thumb, her eyes looking up at you with the slightest hesitation behind them

“oui mon bébé, il va l'aimer”

At your answer she smiled placing it back down onto her drawing table before double checking to make sure her work was perfect. A habit she had when it came to making anything for Charles, who was more than happy to hang all of her artwork in his office, the bright colours always contrasting against the dark oak that lined the walls.

Ella cleaned up her mess, organizing her markers in colour before the sound of a car locking outside had her running to the window looking outside to see if she could spot her father.

“Papa! Papa!”

From outside, Charles saw his baby girl looking at him from the window, the excitement on her face causing him to smile as he waved at her, blowing a kiss to her

“Maman, we have to go to the door!! Right now come!”

You laughed as she grabbed your hand, pulling you to the front door, waiting patiently as you unlocked and opened it. Ella was quick to run out and down a few steps, giggles leaving her lips as she got closer to her dad who was quick to pick her up and hold her to him.

“Ella Bella!”

“Papa tu ma’s manqué!”

Charles laughed rubbing her back

“I missed you too ma chère, were you good for maman?”

Ella nods her head quickly before looking to where you’re still standing by the door

“Devrions-nous aller voir maman?”

“Oui!”

On the way up to you he placed a few kisses to Ella’s head, every moment he got to spend with you two would always be special to him, Ella was getting so big now he wanted to savour every minute of her still being his little princess.

“Welcome home baby”

You smile bringing the two of them in for a hug, only pulling back to press a kiss to his lips before ushering your family into the house and out of the humid summer air. Once the three of you were inside Charles put Ella down so she could run to get her drawing, allowing your husband to pull you in for another kiss, this time keeping a hold of you

“How about you? You miss me that much too?”

Laughing you nodded

“Of course, always do Char”

Charles brought his things to the bottom of the stairs, not wanting the haste of unpacking at the moment, he’d get to it later, or you’d beat him to it as usual, always more than happy to let him and Ella spend time together.

“Papa come here please!”

Kissing your cheek, Charles walked to the living room where Ella was waiting, a smile on her face as she held out the drawing she made

“Wow! Did you do this yourself?!”

Ella beamed at the surprise in his tone

“Yes! Made it for you papa!!”

“Je l’aime tellement mon bébé, c’est magnifique! Merci Ella, je t’aime tellement”

“Je t’aime papa!”

Charles smiled as Ella jumped up and down, wrapping her little arms around his neck as she giggled, happy her father loved the drawing she made. As you watched the two of them your heart grew, there was no love that would ever match how Charles felt about his baby girl, and one day you’d hoped he’d feel about another little Leclerc running around.

If there was anything Charles was better at than racing, it would be being the best father to your daughter, and the best husband to you, there was no doubt about it.

[kinsey3furry300]

My (very late) take on Ricky “Jupe” Park from Nope.

So, when I was a small child, my sister and I were taken to a local museum by my father and it was a wholesome and fun day out for all the family EXEPT FOR THE BADLY TAXIDERMIED WHALE SHARK HANGING FROM THE CEALLING MY GOD WHAT WAS THAT THING?! It was huge, it looked and smelt terrible, the room was poorly lit and crowded and decorated to look like the bottom of the sea and you had this thing with it’s huge open maw hanging right over you all the time. I distinctly remember that I couldn’t look. I could not look. Between the, the ocean episode of walking with dinosaurs, the underwater segment of myst, and fucking books like this that were everywhere in the 90’s!

Fuck you Nigel Marven and Jasper James, Fuck you.

…both me and my sister developed a lifelong fear of being eaten alive by giant, aquatic-type monsters. And because it was advertised and a film about a brother and sister fighting off little green men, and not advertised as a film where 40 people get fucking vored by a flying Portuguese man of war, me and my sister saw Nope together in the cinema and ohhh boy 1, did I catch shit from her about it, to this day, and 2, while I love that film, it scared the shit out of me. It scared me so badly I tried not to think about it until I plucked up the courage to re-watch it this weekend.  So I’m a little late to the party, but speaking on behalf of people terrified of being gobbled up by ever-present sky-sharks (you know they’re there prove me wrong!), I’d like to talk about Jupe.

How was this not a best Supporting Actor win? Give him all the awards!

I’ve seen a surprising amount of commentary say that he’s an idiot for endangering and getting all those people killed, and that he deserves his fate, and while there is a little element of truth to the first part, I can’t fathom the second. One, no, no one deserves that and two… Do, do you guys know how story strucure works? Jupe is a foil for OJ. His life and arc mirrors OJ to a surprising degree: they’re both people of colour working in a white-dominated Hollywood system who have been held back by, or are stereotyped because of, their race. They both witness “a bad Miracle” that’s starts with a strange popping/crunching noise (the balloon for Jupe, Jean Jacket regurgitating indigestible items above them for OJ), that results in death, where a seemingly imposable thing happens (a coin falls from an empty sky, a shoe balances perfectly on one end) and where they are spared death because they don’t look the danger in the eye (Jupe has the table cloth between him and the chimp, OJ looks around whereas Ottis senior looks up and so is hit in his unprotected eye), and are traumatized. Both deal with the trauma badly, and surround themselves with constant reminders of it (Jupe’s Gordy shrine, OJ’s horses and ranch. I mean he keeps the fucking coin!). Both try to commodify and sell their trauma for fame and fortune (the paid tours of the Gordy shrine, getting that “Oprah shot”). Both also want to use Jean Jacket to reclaim the heritage that the film and TV industry has taken from them (OJ wants to save the ranch and memorialize his family’s role in the invention of film, Jupe wants to be remembered for the Starlight Lasso and not just as that Asian kid who survived a chimp attack, for taming the beast, not just surviving it). Both unwittingly train JJ to attack humans (Jupe by teaching it to associate people and music with food, OJ by putting it off horsemeat by feeding it a decoy). Both are a bit greedy, and kind of disrespectful to the dead, and nether Get Out (couldn’t resist sorry) when they should. Both put their family, friends and strangers in danger to get their payday, and both get at least one person killed doing it.

So why does the film kill Jupe and his family in such a hilariously awful way, but spare OJ and Em (and Angel: we love you Angel)? What’s Jupes fatal flaw, that greek tragic hubris that dooms him and that separates him from OJ? Why is he the one who gets vored by an angry stetson? Is it a eat the rich narrative? A critique of the idea of Asian Americans as the “Ideal minority?”. Is it killing off the comic relif, or just done for shock value? No, I don’t think Jordan Peele would be that heavy handed or un-imaginative. I think it’s something far more clever.

It’s this: from an early age, Jupe was trained to perform, whereas OJ was trained to handle performing horses. OJ thinks about how to safely provide the spectacle, whereas Jupe was trained to be the spectacle. OJ communicates with Angel in clicks and gestures without realising: OJ’s internalised how to talk to horses, how to use body-language. But Jupe...His plan, upon finding out that there’s a UAP flying around his home is to build and stage and make it into a rodeo attraction. That’s not a sane person’s reaction, that’s how Homer Simpson would try and Monetize first contact with alien life. That’s how Peter Griffin or BoJack Horseman would treat ET…. That how a 90’s sitcom character, who never got over that one role, would treat the situation.

Every time a name is mentioned in the chapter titles of Nope, the living being it refers to dies… except the title card “Lucky.” The horse (so long as the final shot is real and not Em hallucinating) lives. It (and OJ) makes it out. But then again….

Jupe probably thought of himself as Lucky, after the Gordy incident. He was probably told time and time again that he was Lucky, until he internalized it. He learnt the wrong lessons from the experience, he learnt that he not only needed to perform, but that he was special. “You’re’ chosen.” He learnt that he needed to perform, to be a spectacle, to survive a horrible industry that swallows people whole and chews them up and spits them out and occasionally has animal control shoot its stars dead if they go of script. He was conditioned, and trained, from an early age to treat everything that ever happened to him as part of a performance, until he can only talk about his own trauma in terms of how good the SNL take on it was.

And like every other trained living being taken from their natural habitat and forced out on stage as spectacle in this film, his training fails him at the worst possible time.

He’s “Lucky”, and he’s tragic, and he’s just another victim of spectacle, and that’s the scariest part of the film. ...Other than the FUCKING MURDER PANCAKE IN THE SKY OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?

[beckyv2016]

Welcome to Magical-Planet!

Magical-planet is a planet filled with magic and witchcraft. Home of the "Undismaku's" (alien race/species name). I couldn't find a better name for the alien planet so why not Magical-planet :/ it is a planet filled with magic lol.

In 2009; Ella was 9 years old when an (undismaku) man by the name of Mr.Nightmare or Mr.N for short had taken her to the planet from his mission on earth after he found ella broken in an alleyway. after an "explosion" that happened inside of her elementary school gym. When she arrived to the magical planet this was the beginning to learn more about her kind and that she's an undismaku which explains why she was born with powers because of her kind, and getting to learn slightly more of her caretaker/guardian who is like a father-figure to her throughout the time they spend together in the planet.

Mr.Nightmare is basically her mentor and master and she's his student/apprentice but they have a father-daughter relationship; which it's very wholesome (despite not being blood related)

she's adopted lol

A Walk through the Market Place

In a marketplace where Ella and her mentor Mr.N went at that time, Ella felt overwhelmed by a huge crowd filled with undismaku people surrounded in a world of magic. It is a lot for her to take in. Ella clings to Mr. N's cape as she sticks closer to him. Mr.N notices how this overwhelms her and understands what she's going through, so she comforts her, reassuring her that everythings going to be okay.

Mr.Nightmare: Ah love, i see your feeling a bit "Overwhelmed" Don't be so nervous love, I won't let anything happen to you. just stay close to me, and we'll explore the city together.

{{all the background characters are from actual background characters from an anime I watched because ain't no way I was going to draw background characters myself especially how lazy and impatient I am. so I edited please excuse how ugly it is at the end. it's supposed to be a very crowded area but there wasn't enough space left.}}

Fact: I like the idea that in the magical planet, it's not only the undismaku's that lives there, there is also other alien race that comes to the planet as foreigners [ex: like those alien kids running in the background lol ] coming from their own home planet either temporarily or permanent. i think it's a good idea to see other alien race than the undismaku's that exists only.

this is Ella meeting the other alien (foreigners) kids in the planet, as she struggles to understand what the heck they're saying due to their native language from their home-planet. my gurl having a social anxiety attack while the other alien kids just wants to get to know her lol 😭😭😭

(yes I made gorgons and harpies as alien races becuz why not ☺️)

Scavenging Through the Dungeon we go!

Mr.N and Ella on their way down to the dungeons inside of a cave early in the morning to explore either treasure hunting or to find things to sell, or make potions out of it. (He woke her up at 3am In the morning lol)

[ And yes they made a hotpot out of the alien scorpion-creature they captured it lol. She ended up eating it anyways ]

...Orrr they find some monsters to eat (for Ella to eat) there was this one time he finds a scorpion alien lurking in the creaks on the walls and proudly shows it to Ella what's for dinner. Why are they eating monsters in the dungeons? Because it's normalize here in magical planet especially since they're poor and they need nutrients to survive.

"This my Baby! This my Child! This my Babay Girl!"

Mr.N acting mature for his age (he's 31)

motheffker is having the best time in his life, he's just lifting ella into a mirror yelling "This my Baby! This my Child! This my Babay Girl!" he's very proud :3

Mr.N: (⁠づ⁠￣⁠ ⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠づ

Yuma: 🤦‍♀️

J.E.F.F : 🧍

Ella (9): (⁠-̩̩̩⁠-̩̩̩⁠-̩̩̩⁠-̩̩̩⁠-̩̩̩⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠-̩̩̩⁠-̩̩̩⁠-̩̩̩⁠-̩̩̩⁠-̩̩̩⁠)

public humiliation is real lol

Yuma (the waitress on the left) feels embarrassed and disappointment especially since she's lived longer as a 881 years old former veteran and is now looking at the generations like "is this what adults are into nowadays" yuma doesn't get paid enough to care for Mr.Nightmare bullshit. while J.E.F.F (the guy on the right) is just standing there just seeing this as an everyday basis.

this is Ella petting Mr.N when they spend quality time together.

(he has a cat behavior)

As Ella Guardian he protec, he attac ....but most importantly.

he will Kill! if u touch dah child!!

She asked him to brush her hair, NOT BRAID her hair!!

He looked so proud after braiding her hair despite her being MORTIFIED

She never used braids ever again

lol thats one of the reasons why ella never braided her hair. NEVER

[caitchercatlady]

Ranking Asian Dramas of 2024: Winter

YouTube community posting is not going to be enough to share my opinions on dramas that I watched this year. Instead, I will share them here. Then, I realized that a Tumblr post won't be enough, but I still want to post here anyway. No matter, it's time for plan C: Posting in parts! What you will see first will be all of the dramas that aired in winter 2024 (some that aired in December of 2023 that finished in 2024, not to get confused). First, let me introduce you to my ranking system, which seems self explanatory.

Where’s the Replay Button?

They Got the Bag

Good For What it Was

Wanted to like but it has eh?

Why did I even Finish this?

With that noted, let's get started. (BTW, these will be in order of when they first aired.)

I Became the Lead in a BL Drama (Premiered Dec 24, end Jan 2nd; Where’s the replay button?)

If this wasn’t my favorite drama of the year, what was going to be? Episode one pulled me in for a loop by first making me think that this is going to be a shy child star and hot new celebrity trope when in reality the hot mysterious celebrity is actually a closeted fan of the child star whose dream just came true. Thankfully, he’s not saesang crazy because he remembers that he has a reputation to uphold, but that doesn’t make the romance any less cute whenever Yuichiro and Hajime are together. I honestly wished this series was longer, but I’ll rewatch it someday anyway.

Patisserie Mon (Premiered Jan 3; Wanted to like but it has eh?)

Truthfully, I found out Perth was in this, and I wanted to binge every moment that he was in it. To be fair, the side characters, minus FL’s friend, were the best part of the show. The love triangle ruined the main characters for me. Isamu for the win! That opening theme slaps hard AF though. I will play the whole thing from start to finish each episode. (I've been putting it on full blast since I found it on Spotify!) The ending was also very wholesome; Not gonna lie.

Intern in My Heart (Premiered Jan 10; They Got the Bag)

I was very worried that a show like this wouldn’t take a younger man/older woman romance seriously, but lo and behold, I was wrong! I was very happy that Ray and Rin (and the side characters as well) were treated like normal people in this drama. I mean, Ray is not normal because of his foresight powers, but when it comes to the romance, age didn’t play some comedic trope that made the two so awkward. It wasn’t awkward in the slightest as a matter of fact.

Blue Spring Ride Season 2 (Premiered Jan 19; Wanted to like but it has eh?)

I completely forgot that the first season aired in the last year, so that’s why I didn’t review the first season at that time. Admittedly, as a person who read both the manga and watched the anime, I was kinda thinking that events jumped around and about for this anime to have more drama in it. Maybe I’m misremembering and that the racing is just really fast. Honestly, maybe I preferred this because at least we get more story with Futaba and Kou. Now, onto Season 2. So we go from getting the boy to a stereotypical love triangle done always wrong all for the sake of “romantic trouble plot.” Also, minor student falls in love with adult teacher. Jesus, you would think that this drama would’ve cut that out, right? We’re in 2024 for god’s sake. Trying to finish this series for the sake of this post was absolutely painful to watch. It’s convincing me to not read the rest of the manga if it’s going to be like this, and that’s sad because the anime and manga had me in a heart grip.

Legend of Mermaid: Human Love (Premiered Jan 22; Wanted to like but it has eh?)

To be clear, I really didn’t want to watch this because the effects are pretty bad, especially the CGI fox demon and how goddamn slow the fight scenes are, but I was watching this as a part of my Mermaids in Asian dramas video, so I had to watch it from start to finish I absolutely regret it with how hokey it was. Oh well, at least I watched it on YouTube for free. Also, once you actually get into the movie, the plot intrigue really isn’t that bad. However, the mermaid concept as the title states, doesn’t exactly exist, so as a partial romance, the story falls flat, but as a mystery fantasy, it does better.

Happy Ending (Premiered Jan 25; They Got the Bag)

It was very cute for a short series. Very romantic at that. Kinda wished it was a full series for me to get into it more, but they got the bag for audiences to be attracted by it.

Anti-Reset (Premiered Feb 2; Good for What it Was)

Logically, this drama shouldn’t make sense, but I watched it because the premise reminded me of Absolute Boyfriend, the manga from the early 2000’s. The story was pretty predictable, which I expected from something like this, but Yi Ping and Ever 9 were just so cute together. If the show was just about the two of them and no side characters who try to break them apart, I would’ve had a more enjoyable experience than I already had. The ending broke my heart 100%. I thought I would be ready for what I was about to watch, but I was so wrong.

My Piggy Boss (Premiered Feb 2; Wanted to like but it has eh?)

This is Beauty and the Beast. Usually, you can’t make Beauty and the Beast boring, but somehow, they did. Xiao Zhu as Belle is like Emma Watson’s version of Belle, and I’m not happy to see it. I normally like stories where the jerk warms up to the female lead, but his change felt unwarranted because the FL was so unapologetically boring.

Kun in the Distant Ocean (Premiered Feb 11; Why Did I Even Finish This?)

Someone in the comments of MDL said that they believed the script to this movie was written by AI. After watching so many bad Chinese drama shows and movies this year, I wouldn’t be surprised anymore. Again, this was for the mermaid drama video, and movies like this make me regret the experiment in the first place. Everything about this movie felt wrong. Why was the character and plot all over the place?

[pastafossa]

Thanks you so much @teigo-the-explorer for the tag! This makes a good break from work and/or chapter writing!

PART ONE

Are you named after anyone: I am not! Though fam did intentionally choose a name that couldn’t be shortened to a nickname or rhymed with anything.

when was the last time you cried? Yesterday when I was editing a sad section of my TRT outline to make it MORE sad, RIP me and all of you when we hit that point

do you have kids? Nope and I’ve gone so far as to have my tubes incinerated

do you use sarcasm a lot: NEVER

what's the first thing you notice about people? Whether they have a dog. But if you mean on their person, usually if they have a cool shirt! Bodywise: eyes.

what's your eye colour: Blue-green!

scary movies or happy endings: I like them both but if I HAD to choose I’d go happy endings

any special talents: According to my woodcarving teacher, I’m excellent at carving! I managed to carve 5 projects in a week on my first go, including a couple of the more difficult projects he’d set out for more experienced carvers. FINALLY, A VISUAL ART I’M GOOD AT. I’m also really good at just eyeballing a wall and figuring out how a bunch of hung frames will look good without having to draw it out!

where were you born? Los Angeles! It’s one reason I chose it for Ciro and Jane’s history in TRT - it meant I had to do less research since I was familiar with the area. I already knew a lot of landmarks, geography, culture, weather/environment, and speech patterns.

what are your hobbies?: woodcarving, reading, writing, video games, cooking, traveling whenever I can, movies and tv!

have any pets?: I do! 3 cats, 1 dog, and 1 snake!

what sports do you play/have played?: Oh god I tried a lot of them and my skills are... very much elsewhere. When I was a kid I tried soccer (fast but bad at kicking), ballet (teacher told my parents I had a future in the performing arts, just not dance), baseball (can’t hit a ball to save my life). I did have some success with horseback riding though! I did some trail and a little barrel racing for about ten years, and it is by far the most advanced I ever got with a sport.

how tall are you?: 5′5-5′6 depending on my anxiety level

favourite subject in school?: English, I loved English class. 

dream job?: Due to health problems I’m a little limited in what I can do. If I was healthy, zoologist/marine biologist. As I am, author!

PART TWO

first ship: Oh god, uuuuh let me think. Loosely was probably April x Casey in TMNT since that was my favorite movie as a kid. First active ship that I openly rooted for... maybe Rogue and Gambit from X-Men TAS, like damn I was a kid but I WANTED them together SO FUCKING BAD like why is she hooked on fucking Scott (i hated scott) when she has Gambit RIGHT THERE, RIGHT FUCKING THERE GIRL.

three ships: Since most everyone knows my Marvel ships, I’ll step outside it and go with - Troi x Worf (Star Trek: TNG), Cecil x Carlos (most wholesome ship ever courtesy Welcome to Nightvale), and Leslie Knope x Ben Wyatt (Parks and Recreation)

last (current) song: Flu Game by Fall Out Boy not me playing this album on loop since it came out last week

last movie: San Andreas, don’t judge me

currently reading: Re-reading Taggerung by Brian Jacques, which is my favorite Redwall book and the first Redwall book I ever picked up! I was at a book fair and came around a corner and saw this FUCKING BADASS PIRATE OTTER??? WITH A KNIFE??? AND TATTOOS AND PIERCINGS, IT WAS SO COOL I PICKED IT UP WITHOUT LOOKING AT THE SUMMARY CAUSE WHO CARES, PIRATE OTTER PIRATE OTTER TINY PASTA WANTS TO READ ABOUT PIRATE OTTERSSSSSSSS SERIOUSLY LOOK AT THIS COVER AND TELL ME YOU WOULDN’T READ THIS

currently watching: The Mandalorian, shiny space husband make brain go brrrrrr

currently consuming: Just water LOL 

currently craving: SUNSHINE BUT IT IS CLOUDY

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I'm tagging

@wonderlandmind4 @shadeblade16​ @intricate-melody​ @softasawhisper​ and anyone else who wants to do this!

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[anaid-arghem]

TAG GAME!

Thank you so much for the tag @penseesauvage you're the sweetest💕❤️ Sorry this took so long!

Who is your favorite driver ?

I'm going to name the one driver that really made me get into Classic F1, which is Gilles! My beloved gremlin <3 As for nowadays drivers I support Oscar and Yuki 🌸

Do you have other favorite drivers ?

Yes! Ayrton Senna, Alain Prost, Jackie Stewart, Niki Lauda, Jody Scheckter and more because I really like a lot of them

Who is your least favorite driver ?

@penseesauvage already named some of them bc fr they cause me the ick.

Do you pull for drivers or do you like teams as well ?

I root for drivers more than for the teams, tbh

If you like teams, what teams do you pull for ?

None, heh, I like teams but only when they have those wholesome and amazing moments in which they really seem like a family, or just really show a lot of respect for one another and all of them work together to achieve their goals.

How long have you been into F1 ?

This is my second year 💪

What got you into F1 ?

Gotta be real honest, it was the homoerotism LMAO. Although my mom already watched from time to time some races since the late 80's and sometimes I made her company, so I think it was a matter of time I found the liking in F1

Do you enjoy fanfic/RPF ?

YES. ABSOLUTELY. GIVE ME THAT

How do you view new fans ?

I just want everyone who is new to the sport to know that it's okay however you became interested, there's nothing to be ashamed of. Enjoy it the way you want, and you don't have to explain everything to everyone, with time you'll learn more and more about F1 🌟I like when new people get into fandoms, everyone should be welcome

Are your friends and family into F1 as well ?

I know I said my mom watched some races before but she did it in a more casual way. It was not until now that I am the one who's been watching the whole seasons that she's getting more interested in the sport. And out of my friends only one has been showing some interest <3

If you coukd take over as a team principal for a team, who would it be and why ?

Ferrari just because I believe we can take over just by learning the power of friendship 🌟 (jk I don't even know how to take control over my own life send help)

Are you open to talking to other fans ?

YES YES YES. I am very open to people, the only thing that stops me a little bit is the language barrier and my shyness (but if anyone wants to talk feel free to send me a message 💕)

As for the tags, this time I'm going to tag everyone who sees this and has not done it yet, because I don't know how many of my moots did it already, but hope you enjoy or enjoyed doing this game!

[peachsayshi]

Ex husband nanami that still keeps your nudes and videos of you giving him head because he misses your touch and is confident no one would treat you the way he did so he’ll just wait until the day u come crawling back to him😁….okay wait this is not wholesome at all

A/N: minors and ageless blogs DNI -> Anon, thank you so much for this idea! I feel like we are building Divided together, and it’s really a beautiful thing ❤️ This is the closest that I can write to Nanami as being kind of arrogant because I really feel like he’s very in love, but this prompt is definitely a great set up for what’s to come ;) 

TAGS: male masturbation; dirty thoughts & watching videos of you, female masturbation (reader takes video of herself)

 A Sudden Temptation (Ex!Husband Nanami x Female Reader)

Nanami started off his morning with a brewed pot of coffee which he sipped in silence while he read the newspaper. He then ironed and steamed his suit, smoothing out all the crease lines before finding himself standing in front of the mirror to begrudgingly fix up his own tie.

When he was single, he enjoyed these quiet periods of solitude but now they just seemed burdensome. 

On his way over to the school, he called you to say good morning to Hiroki. He would speak and his son would babble the broken words that he was learning to piece together, which always had Nanami smiling like an idiot as he entered the quarters of Jujutsu Tech.

The two of you spoke briefly just for a quick hello. 

“Will we be seeing you this evening?” you asked. 

“If I don’t have to work late again tonight then absolutely,” Nanami replied with calm reassurance despite how fast his heart was racing just hearing your voice over the receiving line. 

Work has been a wonderful distraction recently, giving Nanami exactly what he needed in order to forget what happened the night of Gojo’s New Years Eve party. 

Avoiding you was impossible when he had his responsibilities to his son, but that kiss has been plaguing his thoughts night after night.

A kiss that was only supposed to last a few minutes, but instead…

Nanami shook his head.

A mistake.

An innocent mistake.

You both just got carried away…it meant absolutely nothing.

Nanami’s jaw clenched at the mere idea of brushing off the intensity of the moment. 

So, in order not to dwell on the circumstances surrounding the situation, Nanami shifted back into his old routines - channeling all his frustration into focus by taking the time to nurture and educate the young sorcerers he was responsible for.

After his long work night, Nanami returned home to his empty place. He kicked off his shoes, loosened his tie and threw his blazer over the dining chair as he proceeded to roll up his sleeves to prepare himself dinner.

The sorcerer usually found joy in creating a beautiful meal, but lately he's been struggling with portion sizes as he's forgotten what it’s like to cook for one.

Once the dishes were done, he relaxed on the sofa for half an hour to mindlessly watch t.v., but in the back of his mind images were flashing that made all his muscles tighten.

Your dressed bunched up to your waist, your face glowing with pleasure as your ex-husband rutted his hips softly against yours, the two of you sharing each other’s breath with every deep kiss, the desperation in your fingers as you clung onto the strands of his blonde hair, and his lack of control with his cock buried between your wet folds...

The man had no clue how to unwind all the energy crackling from his body from the tedious night he had fighting curses, when all he can think about was having sex with you in his superior’s guest bedroom. 

He switched off the television, abruptly standing on his two feet as he decided to cool off with a shower. 

Nanami’s routines used to bring him solace; a sense of order in his otherwise chaotic world. 

Lately, however, they only reminded him of the broken marriage he couldn’t fix and the woman he so desperately pined for.

He’s grown accustomed to having you around him, adjusting to new traditions that you both created during the course of your relationship. Something about how you pieced together a life made these old habits of his seem archaic.

He missed having you meticulously knot his tie in the morning with full concentration, watching you with soft eyes and holding back a smile whenever you tugged it around his neck perfectly.

He missed your calls to him while he's at the school just to check up on him, hating that those precious conversations have now been reduced brief texts instead.

Beyond all of that, he missed returning to the place you once shared, a weight lifting from his shoulders seeing you greet him as he stepped through the threshold of the front door. He loved coming home to your arms around him, his nose buried in the crook of your neck as he inhaled the scent of your perfume only to feel you plant a kiss softly on his cheek before asking: “how was your day?” 

Then there were nights like these, where he missed feeling the warmth of your skin on his and the sweet, angelic moans that soothed all parts of him... 

The sorcerer collapsed onto his bed, resting his tired head against the pillow as he drew in a breath. His chest tightened underneath the soft fabric of his white tee and he stretched out his sore legs on the mattress. He was ready to lose himself to sleep that he desperately needed but Nanami slowly blinked those brown eyes open upon realizing that he hasn’t checked his messages yet. 

He reached for the phone charging on his side table, unplugging it as he began to scroll through the many notifications he received. His thumb flicked upward, passing the unread texts from Gojo and Shoko before hovering above the chat with your name on it. 

You had sent him a video just a few hours ago.

Your ex-husband tapped the clip to play the footage.

You were dressed in a pair of new pajamas, something that Nanami noted as he has never seen you in this comfortable set before. His child was sitting on your lap wearing a little bear onesie that his grandmother bought him as a New Year’s present. The tiny hood covered the growing golden locks on top of his son’s head, two little ears sticking out as Hiroki smiled to the camera before waving his paw covered hand and giggling with delight. 

“I tried calling earlier to see if you wanted to say goodnight but figured you might be working when you didn’t answer. Sooo, here’s a moment of cuteness that will make up for it in case we don’t hear from you,” you spoke, your voice only pulling the strings around his heart as you rested your cheek lightly on his son’s head and bringing your face into the frame. 

“Hiroki, say goodnight...” you sweetly added on.

Nanami appreciated you taking the time to do this whenever he missed the chance to see you both. You knew how important it was for him that he consistently kept to schedule regarding his child, especially now that Nanami was no longer living under the same roof.

He watched Hiroki lean forward to the camera, opening and closing his fist in a grabbing motion as he gurgled more incoherent words which translated to a goodnight message for his father. You grinned from ear to ear, noticing your child from the reflection of your camera and the natural reaction nearly killed the sorcerer right there on the spot. 

When the short video stopped, Nanami replayed it one more time just to re-live those few blissful seconds.

His fingers hovered above the keyboard as he hesitated on whether or not he should try and call you. Once he was reminded of the lateness of the hour, he decided against disturbing you before typing up a message instead.

You made my night, Mama Bear. I’m sorry I missed your call.  Can we do breakfast tomorrow? I miss our little cub. Let me know if that works for you.

Nanami drew his bottom lip between his teeth, tapping the side of his phone hoping for three little dots to pop up on the screen.

Ever since the night of Gojo’s party, the man had been thinking deeply about the circumstances surrounding his marriage and how one night ruined everything.  

Nanami barely made it out alive when fighting off that special grade curse. You had every reason to worry for his well being - it wasn’t normal for him to show up at the break of dawn without any contact indicating his whereabouts. He wasn’t surprised when he found you awake, frantic while still pregnant with his child, as you broke down in his arms. His apologies weren’t enough for you no matter how many times he said “I’m sorry”. 

“You promised you would leave with the baby on the way. You said you were going to leave. Please, please, Ken. I can’t...I can’t do this without you. I need you here. I don’t...I don’t want to raise this child alone.” 

Nanami should have said that he would quit then and there. Instead, he shook his head and reminded you that he had new responsibilities he couldn’t walk away from. You knew what kind of effect the death of Haibara had on him and if he had the chance to make things different for the next generation of sorcerers, he didn’t know how to walk away from that. 

“Then...then you have to promise you’ll come home to me. No matter what. If this is your choice, then I need to know that you’ll be here. That...that you won’t just...” 

He pinched his lids together, the image of you weeping and scared etched so perfectly in his mind that he could practically count how many tears fell from those beautiful eyes of yours. 

“I can’t give you an empty promise, my love...” 

He wanted to kick himself but the man would rather burden you with the hard truth than tell a lie that would have only given you false hope. 

Gojo always reiterated to him how the divorce was a sham - that you were just pushing Nanami away in order to protect yourself. 

Your ex-husband was quite aware of that fact, and if separating himself from your world made things easier then he would happily oblige...

...but, he still missed you with every single breath he took. 

Nanami started scrolling up his camera roll, swiping back to see all the images he had saved of you. 

There were candid shots that he had taken on lazy days, the cutest selfies of yours that he saved whenever you were showing off a new dress or a make up look, then there were the precious ones of the two of you together and he felt a tug in his chest seeing how beautiful you looked with a smile. 

Memories, countless memories, of pure unadulterated happiness. 

***

Nanami found them in a folder - the stash of videos and pictures that you sent during the course of your relationship. A part of himself felt guilty for still keeping them, because he no longer had any right to look at you so intimately but..his mind was spiraling. 

The longer he admired you the more he could feel the fire burning inside him. He remembered how quick his desire took over when he locked the door of Gojo’s guest bedroom. Your hands worked fast to hike up your dress, while his own undid the zipper of his pants and before he knew it he had you on top of the mattress with his cock buried inside you. 

You were already dripping from him just kissing you.

He didn’t get a chance to savor your body as he wanted, and he found himself palming his erection out of frustration with one hand while the other clicked a video on his phone screen. 

He groaned to himself, watching the clip play as you angled your body seductively towards the camera. The only thing that you had on was his shirt, the size enveloping your frame and you deliberately puffed out your chest to show off your naked body underneath. 

“Fuck..” he groaned to himself, his pupils dilating as he took in every curve.  

He watched you drag your finger between the valley of your breasts, focusing on your taut nipples and hearing you sigh to yourself as you slowly traced soft circles on your belly. 

“Miss you, Ken...I hate it when you’re not here...” 

Nanami began to stroke clothed length, and he held his breath as he watched you part your perfect thighs. 

“...and I really, really need you right now...” you pouted, two fingers moving to stroke the sides of your lips and you lewdly spread them to show off just how wet you are. 

He swallowed hard, noticing the sticky strings of arousal and your two fingers moved back up to press your tender clit. Soft moans left you as you began to massage yourself, little desperate cries that made his eyes flutter as he squeezed his hand around his thick member before finally pulling his cock out of the restriction of his boxers. 

What he would give to be bury himself between your legs, to feel your slick dribble down his chin as he hungrily devoured your cunt. Nanami lightly squeezed the tip of his cock, rubbing the pre cum over his slit as he watched your free hand tweak at your nipple, and your body start to whine against the rhythm of your movements. 

He felt a deep sense of satisfaction knowing that he was the reason behind your wild behavior, practically smirking to himself as he watched you push two fingers into your pulsing sex. 

Your brows pinched together with anguish and he could tell it’s because you weren’t satisfied with your own touch. 

“It’s not enough,” you cried, dragging your slicked coated fingers back and forth as you let out another broken moan. 

“I know, baby...” Nanami breathed as if he was right there with you in that moment. “Look at you…”

“I’m so wet, Ken...” you continued pumping your fingers and the sound was enough to prove your statement right. “C-can’t wait until you’re fucking me instead...”

Nanami clenched his jaw as he ran his thumb up the protruding vein of his stiff cock. He could feel his own heat in the palm of his hand, and he increased the speed of his strokes and closed his eyes picturing himself burying into your dripping cunt instead. 

“I came twice today thinking about you...been playing with myself all night...” 

Nanami bucked his hips, his other hand tightening around the phone as he parted his eyes just in time to watch you drag your fingers away from between your legs, your arousal catching onto the tips of your digits as you brought them to your mouth. 

You parted your lips to taste yourself and Nanami nearly came right there when he felt himself twitch in his hand. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold off any longer, swiping his thumb over his slit once more as a shaky breath escaped him. 

You shimmied his shirt off your body, leaving yourself complete naked before proceeding to pleasure yourself again. You weren’t controlling yourself anymore, moaning with every stroke of your finger as you masturbated to the camera.

Every vowel that left you sounded magical to your ex-husband’s ears. He watched as you brought yourself to the edge of your release, paying close attention to the way your muscles twitched on your legs, while seeing your abdomen dip as you convulsed when you finally reached your much needed orgasm.

“O-Oh, god…” Nanami moaned releasing ribbons of cum and feeling it drip down his length as he eased the movement of his strokes.

He was gasping for breath, and could hear you trying to catch yours through the speaker of his phone. He dropped his hand down to the side of his pillow, focusing his attention onto the ceiling of his apartment as he tried to pull himself out of the foggy lust that consumed him.

“I love you, Kento. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow,” you sweetly spoke, saying your farewell before the clip finally came to a stop.

“I love you too,” Nanami whispered, all the while contemplating if this arrangement was really working out well for the both of you.

***

PART 5: AN UNEXPECTED SURPRISE 

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[theshelbyclan]

Snitch

Summary: You’ve accidentally snitched on your brothers and now that Polly is furious, you have to deal with the consequences

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A/N: For my 4k celebration I finally got round to this request. My previous fic Family Secrets was such fun to write, all fluff, and now a sweet anon requested: Hi, if I could request a fic, could you do one similar tickle Shelby sister one like family secrets? Maybe the sister could snitch or do something to John/Tommy and she gets tickled? If not it’s fine xx I could never turn down something this wholesome and I hope you like it!! This is nothing but fluff and childish brothers, entirely based on my own annoying siblings  Words: 4301

*****

On one bright sunny morning down in Small Heath, you were watching your brothers work in the betting shop. Being their sister of sixteen now, you were no longer the family baby, though they often still treated you this way. So many times you’d longed to grow up quicker, just so they would allow you a bit more freedom, but now you often missed those old days. The days of sleeping outside together or piled together on a narrowboat. You often dreamed of how the boys were before the war, back when they still played and laughed. But those days were long gone now. 

Tommy beckoned you over and handed you some papers to look over. He asked, “Have you heard of this one?”

“The foal?” It wasn’t unusual for him to ask your advice on horses. You spend more time over at Charlie’s yard than any of the siblings and you’d grown up riding. So, you frowned and asked, “What do we need a foal for?” “I want to train her,” Tommy said pensively, “But I need to know if you know the stallion?” “Oh yeah, I’ve heard of him. Fucking hell, Tommy, what does this foal cost?” He pointed at a figure on the paper. “Fuck,” you breathed, and then, “Did you discuss this with Aunt Polly, because she’ll never let you spend this much money on the mere possibility of a racing horse.” “I’m not telling Polly just yet.” You eyed him but decided to move on, “Wait a second, isn’t this the horse that made all the headlines? This heiress of some kind who was left the stallion in some will, but it was attested or something?” “Yes.” You fixed him with a gaze once again, waiting for him to explain. “I know the heiress,” he finally said, with a wave of his hand. “You know the heiress…” “I know the heiress, yes.” “Oh,” and you rolled your eyes, “So, she’s selling you the horse.” “Not quite, I’ll need to steal it first.” “What, the horse or the woman?” you joked, but he didn’t seem to share in the fun. So, you said, “Fine, but this is bound to end in tears.” “Just let me do the thinking, eh Y/N? Me and John have got it all worked out.”   You sighed again, “Whatever happened to family meetings, Thomas?” He shrugged and gathered up the papers, “You sound just like your aunt.” “Thank you. I’ll tell her.” “Wait,” Tommy stopped you as you turned to leave, “Don’t tell her about this. Not yet.” “Fine,” you sulked, already bored with this day.

*** Polly Gray’s voice boomed through the house the very next day. You’d been asleep, but you sat bolt-right up in bed at the sound. Only then you realised she wasn’t calling for you; she was calling for your brothers.

You listened intently as they dragged their feet towards the kitchen. The truth was, you always enjoyed it when they got scolded, it was a sibling thing, so you silently crept down the stairs and watched through the banister. “What the hell is this I’ve heard?” your aunt sounded incredibly angry, “Why the fuck did the two of you think you could pull a stunt like this without informing me!” John whimpered and becameshorter on the spot, but protested with, “It’s not like we took the foal yet. We’ve only just made contact.” This earned him a smack around the head and Aunt Polly bit, “No, you only let your brother fuck for the cause.” “Well, he’s good at that…” John whispered, rubbing his sore head. “Polly,” Tommy held up a hand in an attempt to soothe things, “It’s a good plan. We just need you to agree to…” Tommy was on the receiving end of the next slap, and you smirked in the dark. “There’s no point in me agreeing now, is there!” she snapped, “It’s done. If we back out now, we’ll have half of the lords and ladies of fucking England on our backs! And unless you plan to fuck them all, Thomas, we’ve no choice.” And out of pure irritation, she smacked him again. You, meanwhile, held a hand to your mouth to stop the giggles from pouring out. It really was good fun to be just the spectator for once. “Pol, we didn’t plan on hiding it from you…” “No?” she had her hands on her hips now, which was never a good sign. Polly was like a mother to you: she’d raised you, praised you and scolded you all your life. And if you weren’t at least a little afraid of her when she was angry, you had no sense at all. She continued, “So why did I have to hear about the foal from Y/N?” You froze. And then you realised, you’d completely forgotten. Memories flooded back from breakfast when you sat at the table, chatting away with Ada about the races, and you may indeed have mentioned this foal in passing. You suddenly remembered Ada asking about the heiress and you calling Tommy a ‘man-whore’. Apparently, Polly had listened in, but not only that, she’d added two and two together.

As the scolding went on and a few more smacks were administered, you slowly made your way up the stairs again, deciding that would be in your best interest. You were almost at the top, when you heard Aunt Polly stomp away. For a few moments, you only listened. “How did she know?” you heard John ask. “I told fucking Y/N,” Tommy replied, darkly. You’d meant to sprint the last few steps back up to your room, but unfortunately, you tripped and slammed down into the stairs. Within seconds, your brothers were at the bottom of the stairs, looking menacingly up at you. “Hello,” you said, praying for some manner of escape. Much to your good fortune, Polly crashed back into the kitchen, glaring daggers at the boys as she walked on by. In those short moments, you fled, but behind you, Tommy called out, “Oh, you better run, Y/N!” *** The next few days, you tried your best not to be alone with either John or Tommy. Not quite sure just how mad they really were, you decided not to risk it. Still, you couldn’t help but think back to the both of them at the bottom of the stairs, where you’d been certain you’d seen a smile playing about Tommy’s lips. John was a lot easier in that sense; his mischievous nature was never far behind, but if Tommy really was angry, there’d be no chance. Either way, better not to be at their mercy. One afternoon, you were sitting in the front room with your Aunt Polly. When John and Tommy entered, you quickly looked away. Polly noticed at once however and immediately asked, “What’s going on?” “Nothing,” Tommy put on his best angelic face “Just need to have a word with Y/N, that’s all.” Aunt Polly got up to leave, but you tried to run after her, calling out, “No! I’ll come with you, Aunt Pol!” Again, she eyes the room suspiciously, “If there’s anything going on behind my back again, I’ll have all three of you. Don’t think just because you’re grown now, I won’t.” None of you even dared to think so, so all three Shelby siblings nodded obediently. And before there was anything you could do, you were left alone with John and Tommy in the front room.

Frantically, you let your eyes flit back and forth between both brothers. This was not a good situation to be in.

“I think we should punish the snitch,” Tommy growled, unusually playful. For a moment, you felt relief wash over you, recognizing the old Tommy again, but then you weren’t so sure if this really was in your favour.  

“What?’ you asked, with big eyes, “Why?” “You told Aunt Polly about the horse, didn’t you,” John continued, “You got us in trouble.” “What are you?” you joked, “Five?”

John stood leaning against the door, making sure you had nowhere to go if you planned on escaping, “Remember when we were kids,” he mused, “When she used to hide our caps and we used to chase her around the camp?” “Oh, I remember, she used to be a little devil.” “Yeah, but that was before,” you tried, “before you all got caught up in business and became boring.” “Boring, eh?” Tommy said sarcastically, “We became fucking boring, do you hear that, John? We became boring. Well, I’m guessing that’s the worst charge, eh?” “It is,” you said, decidedly. “Remember when we caught her and threw her into the canal, Tommy?” John grinned, “Polly beat us both.” “Yeah, but she always tried to run off,” he took one menacing step towards you, “Just like now,” because Tommy had most certainly noticed you eyeing all the exits. “If this is about the horse…” you started, but you didn’t get to finish your sentence.

You fell to the ground as John launched himself at you. Luckily, the rug provided for a soft drop. But the air was knocked from your lungs, having John and his full weight on top of you. As you clawed at your brother to no avail, John was giggling like a small child and you threw your head back in defeat, catching a glimpse of Tommy who had apparently decided not to do a thing about the situation. “Now what?” you asked him, as you fell still, because quite obviously, resistance was futile.

Tommy lifted one eyebrow and said, “Well, you’re the clever one, aren’t you? Little miss know-it-all? Get yourself out of this one.” Straining every muscle you had in you, you managed to wiggle your legs out from under John’s torso and tried to buck him off. For a second, your brother was lifted up into the air, but he was too heavy and immediately dropped back down again, managing to make you wheeze for a second time. So, you tried to pinch John, hard, and that worked. He called out and tried to move away, which gave you the opportunity to extract your arms and grab a chair. Using the chair, you then tried to pull yourself out from under him. Tommy, however, calmly picked up the chair and moved it out of the way. So, you stuck out your tongue at him and ground out, “Spoil sport.” “Am I?” he nodded, “Oh right, I’m the boring one.” “You could,” you groaned under the weight of one very childish brother, “you know, help?” “Help? Alright, I’ll help.” For a moment you saw the flicker of mischief in his eyes and then he jumped on top of you as well. You shouted out theatrically at the weight of a second, “Get ooooooooff!” “You said we were boring.” “You’re not boring, you’re behaving like fucking children!” you scolded. Full of satisfaction, John said from somewhere in the pile, “So maybe it’s you, Y/N, who’s the boring one? You’ve forgotten how we used to do this all the time.” You hadn’t forgotten. And you certainly hadn’t forgotten what would follow next, which made it all the more frustrating you couldn’t move an inch. “John, are you ready?” Tommy informed casually. “Ready!” “Nooooooo,” you protested in advance. John shouted out another battle cry by way of an answer. Seconds later, they both started tickling you and you actually screeched. It felt like a hundred hands were attacking you, instead of only four, and this indeed brought back all kinds of memories. You’d forgotten just how annoying they could be when they were in a playful mood, and on the one hand you enjoyed this immensely, on the other hand you regretted this immensely.

“Still think we’re boring, eh?” But you couldn’t answer, only giggle like an absolute maniac. At some point, you were quite sure you wouldn’t survive. John’s face was close to yours and a massive grin was plastered all over his face. He demanded, “Apologize for getting us in trouble!” Now that really took you back to all of you as kids. It had happened so many times that one, or all, of you had done something they weren’t allowed to do and, as good siblings do, tried to drag down the others with them. This would always have consequences, however. But there was no way you were apologizing. It was a matter of honour now. You managed to pull out a hand from the pile and grabbed the first tuft of hair you could find. The groaning that followed told you, you’d gotten hold of Tommy’s rogue locks. “Get her fucking hand, John,” he ordered his little brother, and at once John started tickling you more under your arms. You dissolved into another pit of laughter. The squirming pile of siblings managed to knock over quite a bit of furniture in the front room, but no one seemed to care. Suddenly, all three of you froze, when you heard Polly call out from the kitchen, “John!” John’s head shot up like a deer in headlights and he looked at Tommy, legs sticking up into the air, for advice.

Tommy called back, “John’s busy, Pol!” But his aunt wasn’t done yet, “Have you seen Y/N?” she called out. This time John replied, “She went out, Aunt Polly!” None of you dared to move and looked at each other one by one. Like a live painting, limbs all over the place, you’d been frozen in time and waited for what your aunt would do next. Then you heard footsteps and she was evidently approaching the front room. Tommy hissed at John, “Why the fuck did you tell her Y/N was out?” You all now knew you were going to have to explain this to an already aggravated matriarch. Unless, “Quick, hide her!” came John’s solution. Before you knew what was happening, two brothers lifted you up and stuffed you into the fancy cabinet against the wall. Sitting there, with the expensive plates and cutlery all around you, you watched through a crack as Aunt Polly marched into the room. John had quickly grabbed a book, holding it upside down, but pretended earnestly to read it. Tommy leaned up against the mantlepiece, smoking solemnly. The only thing that gave him away was a slight dishevelled look and bits of hair sticking in every direction imaginable. Tasting the atmosphere, she demanded, “What in the hell is going on here?” Tommy lifted one eyebrow and shrugged, “Working, Pol.” She didn’t believe him for a second, that much was obvious, and she looked around the room where none of the furniture was in their proper place anymore. Finally, she said, “Well, if you do see Y/N, tell her to come to me.” “Why?” John asked, always the one to ask question. “Because I told you so.”

After Aunt Polly had left again, Tommy told the cabinet, “You’re in trouble too now, Y/N.” “Why?” you sounded a little muffled coming from inside. You’d recognized her tone as well and it was quite clear you were in for a scolding, but you had honestly no idea what you’d done to deserve it this time. It had been so much more fun watching your brothers being on the receiving end of her temper. But that was concern for later, because judging by the silence on the other side of the door, your brothers weren’t done with you either. “Can’t stay in there forever,” Tommy commented dryly.

Can’t I? You thought about it for a second and looked around for some food in there, but there was nothing to be found. John seemed to sense your thoughts, “Ada’s eaten everything in there, Y/N, nothing but rats for you.” “Great, rats on both sides of the door,” you snapped. You surmised you had no other option but to run. So, you crouched down in the dark, suddenly slammed the door op and bolted. You managed to slip through John’s hands and sprinted towards the kitchen, hoping to God Polly wouldn’t be in there. Tommy called out behind you, “Go left, John-boy!” and you understood at once they planned to cut you off from both sides. There was only one thing left to do really, which was to gain the upper hand somehow. You scanned the kitchen for a weapon of some kind. There wasn’t much to work with, but you did find the infamous wooden spoon. Throwing it at Tommy, who dodged it calmly, you were now once again without any protection. For you second attempt, you held up an egg as a warning. “Put the egg down,” your brother held up a hand, “I’m warning you, Y/N, do not throw the fucking egg.” John didn’t even try to be scary anymore, he had too much fun playing, but he did say, “Polly will actually kill you if you throw the egg, you know that, right?” And then he made another dive at you, which made you throw the egg, which then hit him perfectly on the forehead. With a shout of glee, you tried to make another run for it. While John was wiping the egg of his face, Tommy was quicker this time and he grabbed you around your waist and threw you over his shoulder. The younger brother then proceeded pummelling you with all the eggs that were left. You tried to wiggle your way off the older brother’s shoulder, made a grab for some flower and covered Tommy with it. He spluttered a little, but his grip remained firm. The kitchen was in an absolute state within seconds.

Somehow, you’d worked yourself up and were now sort of balancing up top of Tommy. Then you caught a glimpse of his face, covered in flower, but you noticed the sheer joy that you saw in his eyes. And you stopped, and felt a warm sensation inside you hadn’t felt in years: happiness. This was it, you thought, we can still be like we were before the war. It’s rare and it’ll only last a few moments, but those amazing precious moments could still exist. Maybe they did too, but you had needed this so much the last couple of years. John interrupted your happy thoughts when he tried to lift you off of Tommy’s shoulder, but somehow underestimated how easy that would be, so the both of you landed on top of the kitchen table. It broke. Tommy sighed, “Polly’s not going to be happy when she hears you broke her table, Y/N.” “Oh, you wouldn’t dare,” you breathed, “there’s no way she’d believe it was just me, by the way, why would I break an actual table?” “Why should we?” you brother returned the question, “You’re the only child around here.”

“If you tell Polly I broke the table, I’ll tell John.” “Tell me what?” John’s head shot up, as he kicked away some pieces of wood from what was once your kitchen table. “Remember that wagon that burned down at the Lee camp?” you asked, sweetly. Tommy glared daggers at you, but John said, “Yeah, me and Arthur got the blame.” “Tommy burned it down,” and you quickly added, “And don’t think Polly’s forgotten about that either!” John turned to Tommy, “That was you? I thought it was bloody Arthur.” “Because I told her it was bloody Arthur,” Tommy replied. Then he turned to you, pointing finger and all, “Now, quite obviously you haven’t learned your lesson yet about being a snitch. Whatever happened to family loyalties, eh?” You shrugged, “Maybe I’m just loyal to Arthur.” Tommy Shelby, man feared by all, tried his most intimidating look on you. When it didn’t seem to do much, he called out, “Right! Into the canal, it is. John, take her legs.” You screamed again as you were being hoisted up into the air, though it was practically drowned out by John’s laughter. Chaos ensued once again and, in the end, Tommy had one of your legs, while John sort of carried your torso about. Your free leg you pulled back and you kicked Tommy hard in the chest. At once, he flew back and landed right on his arse. Both you and John burst out laughing. “Tommy, we’re never getting her to the canal like this,” your brother commented, while wiping the tears from his eyes. Tommy got up and he looked genuinely angry now. Any other person would be shitting themselves out of fear for what he might do. Any other person would start praying out loud. Any other person would quickly apologize and try to make a run for it. You were not any other person, you were his little sister, so you just continued laughing at him. It really was a funny sight, to see Tommy so dishevelled, but still trying to salvage some of his dignity. Within seconds, he was on top of you. He sat on your waist and took both of your hands in his, so much quicker than you had expected, and placing you in a hold you had no chance to get out of. You’d forgotten he could do that. Wide eyes, he ground out, “Respect, little sister. You need to learn some fucking respect.” “I’m sorry,” you said, cocky now, “Respect for what exactly? The brother covered in egg or the brother covered in flower?” Tommy sighed deeply, took both of your hands in one of his much bigger hands and dug his free hand into your stomach. For the second time, you were quickly screaming with laughter. He lowered down his face and whispered, “Apologize.” “For what?” you managed to get out in between giggles, “For being the only Shelby with a brain?” This didn’t help you much, as it only seemed to spur Tommy on. He started scribbling all over your ribs and soon, you weren’t able to say anything anymore, sassy or not. Then he paused for a second, mirth still visible in his eyes, and asked, “Want to try this again?” You sighed, exhausted already, and said, “I am sorry… I am sorry that you both are absolutely terrified of Aunt PolLY AND HER NOOOO!” He continued and left you with very little air. “John,” Tommy was now grinning broadly, “Take her arms,” and Tommy shot his evil fingers under your arms, which made your laughter go almost silent and you kicked your legs about, but to no avail. Tommy’s teeth blinked as he laughed with you, “Oh, little sister, you think you can be cocky with us, eh? With fucking us?”

Finally, feeling slightly desperate by your own ticklishness, you gave in, “Okay! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!!” But still, they wouldn’t let you go. He demanded, “Sorry for what?” “I’m sorry I told Aunt Polly about the horse,” you panted, “I didn’t mean to but it sort of slipped out? Either way, I’m sorry.” “And,” Tommy cracked his fingers as if to say: I can do this all day. You believed him too. You rolled your eyes, “I’m sorry I kicked you and made you fall on your arse. And I’m sorry I laughed at you because you looked hilarious, while falling on your arse. My bad.” “Still think I’m boring?” John asked, which made you wonder if you’d genuinely offended him by saying that. “No,” you spat, “but I do think you’re a mad bastard.” “I can live with that.” “What about me, eh?” the other one asked, still straddling your waist. John had let go of your arms and you smiled up at Tommy, deciding to be completely honest, “Nah, but I wish you could be like this more often.” “Maybe I should be,” he thought out loud. When you saw his deep thoughts were taking him back to whatever dark place he inhabited now, you decided you didn’t quite want this lightness to disappear yet. So, you started poking Tommy’s ribs, which was never a good idea, especially in the position you were in. Tommy flinched and even squirmed a little, trying to protect himself from your hands, which gave you the chance to crawl out from under him. “Don’t fucking tickle me,” he huffed, “Tickle John!” For the second umpteenth time that day, the kitchen had turned into a battlefield of wrestling and tickling siblings. From a distance, it looked far too rough and like you were really hurting each other, but that was just the Shelby way. This was all just good fun, or so you thought. Polly watched the three of you and smiled, because to her, a Shelby, this was nothing but pure Shelby sibling love. After a while, she decided to put a stop to it, by banging a pot down onto the stove. The effect was immediate, as all three siblings practically jumped up to salute. For a moment, Polly just glared darkly at all three of you, as you bowed their heads in shame. Then she said, calmly but sternly, “You have two hours and then I want this entire kitchen spotless. And that includes a new table. I want you in clean clothes and faces scrubbed before dinner and I don’t want to find a single speck of flower on anything. Do you hear me?” “Yes, Aunt Polly,” you mumbled, trying desperately not to make eyes-contact with your brothers for fear of bursting out in laughter. “I’ll keep this to myself, if you can swear you’ll get it done,” she emphasized and waited for all three of you to agree.

When she walked away, head held high and sure of her parental duties well done, she heard the fight continuing. But she smiled and decided not to hear. Let them have their fun, she thought, let them have their fun while they still can. *** Masterlist

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First word

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x Reader

Request: Hello, I just love your Baby serie with P Gasly; its so cute and wholesome !! I was wondering if you were to do an ask about it ? I was thinking in the future - after baby is born and he/she talks for the first time and his/her first word might F1 related like maybe "car" ? - @frenchyjuju​

Warnings: Nope!

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"Look. There goes, papa's car." You pointed out to your and Pierre's little one as you watched his car go racing past. 

You smiled as your little one babbled loudly. He was clapping their little hands as you watched the car go around. Cheering on his papa. The two of you continued to cheer for the love of your lives. Cheering him on whenever he would come past. Cheering on very loud along with the whole garage when Pierre stormed across the line to secure P6.

When Pierre was free, he rushed to come and see the two of you. Wrapping you up in a hug as you congratulated him and your little one cheered loudly for his papa.

Pierre just held the two of you as he basked in his success. When you broke apart. Pierre was herded off to do his media duties. Leaving you and Étienne in the garage. You walked around as you bounced Étienne. You pointed things out to him as you told him all about what they did and how the day had gone. You knew that Étienne didn't understand. But you were still going to tell him.

When Pierre got back. Someone told him that he was welcome to put Étienne in the car if he wanted. Everybody thought it would be a fun photo op. 

Pierre beamed at the idea. Rushing to grab Étienne from you as he carefully lowered Étienne in. Making sure that Étienne was happy and comfy the whole time as people took photos of the cute moment between father and son.

"Car!" Your little one cheered as he clapped his hands together.

Your and Pierre's heads snapped to look at each other as you realised that your little one had finally said his first word. You both burst out laughing at the fact that your little ones first words was ‘car’

"Well done, little one." You grinned still chuckling.

"Can you say that again?" Pierre asked.

"Car." Your little one babbled. "Car. car."

"It is." You nodded your head. Leaning around to place a kiss on your little one's head. Utterly oblivious to all the people documenting the sweet moment for your family as they tried not to die of cuteness overload.

"Why am I not surprised that his first word is F1 related?" You asked. Looking at Pierre. Humour shining through in your eyes.

"Because we are predictable?" Pierre retorted teasingly. "But you know what this proves?" Pierre laughed. "our little one is born for the F1 world."

Face palming. You laugh at your husband's confidence that your little one wants to have anything to do with F1. You knew that Pierre would love your little one even if he grew up to hate cars. But it was still amusing to watch Pierre assume that your little one would love cars.

"Come on, mister." You laughed. Gently extracting your little one from the car. 

Étienne whined softly at being taken out of the car. But his smile was back the moment you passed him to his papa. 

Pierre immediately started telling your little one all about how he would make a fantastic driver.

"Let's get you two home." You laugh as you grab Étienne’s baby bag in one hand. 

Pierre grabbed the bag the two of you were sharing as he threw it over the arm that wasn't holding your little one. He then lopped that arm through yours as the two of you said your goodbyes to the AlphaTauri workers as you headed back to the hotel you were staying at.

When you got to the hotel. You were pleasantly surpassed to see that you had been sent a video. Opening it. You saw as Pierre lowered your little one into the car. Showing how Étienne said his very first word in that car. And your face spilt into a grin as you released that somebody had caught the magical moment on camera.

"Pierre." You called. Getting your husband's attention as you beckoned him over to where you were.

Playing the video. You watched Pierre's own joy at the fact that the moment had been saved forever with this video. The two of you smiled at each other as you went to shower your little one with love. Especially seeing as he had reached a significant milestone.

Tag list: @mysticalnightenthusiast​ 

[donewiththisshitplsstop]

You know how people don't like people who are in any way positively associated with Lewis? I think we should talk about that.

People don't like Lewis, they think he's a crybaby (crymilton), not a nice person and just a total nightmare to work with. Right?

And then they expect these ideas about Lewis to be validated by the people around Lewis because they can't possibly deal with this idea that this image of Lewis they have have created in their head perhaps isn't as accurate as expected.

Because you have Valtteri talk about how Lewis is very friendly, they have these cute little coffee dates (even though Lewis hates coffee) how they share flights ("we ride together"). And people lose their mind, their ideas about Lewis aren't actually being validated or even legitimised and now Valtteri is public enemy number 1. He's just not that good of a driver right? He's just the 2nd driver so he shouldn't speak his opinions and be quiet right? And obviously he purposefully had that crash in Hungary to benefit Lewis right? But how come you guys liked him before he invalidated your feelings about Lewis. How come I see posts about how people didn't know that Valtteri was just this funny guy, brimming with personality and character now and not when he was with Mercedes. He's always been a funny guy. It's funny how it's only now that people are taking notice.

Same for George, everyone loves him in Williams, his personality. And then it was announced that he was joining Mercedes and suddenly he's a PR robot. He tweeted about an injustice that occurred as a result of unfair practices (breaking literal rules) because he's a Mercedes driver now. Not because he recognises the fact that a rule of his sport was broken, not because he's a director of the GPDA and acts as the mouthpiece of all these drivers who are probably thinking the exact same thing (watch Lance's onboard, watch Daniel telling Pierre what happened). And if he dares to praise his 7 time champion of the world teammate, well thats because he's been coached by Mercedes to say those things as if he doesn't have thoughts of his own.

And Toto says he's believes that RBR may have influenced the race director - when you repeat the words of the person who encouraged you to break a rule whilst breaking said rule it is called being influenced by that individual. And everyone went crazy twitter was alight with 'Wow can't believe he said that' tumblr started with it's 'I used to like/respect Toto but now...'. And the funny thing is, you're going to get to angry about someone voicing their reasonable opinion on how they've lost an achievement due to rule-breaking but someone says something Misogynistic and someone else accuses someone of performance enhancing drugs simply because they wanted to tie their hair and that's just 'peak shithousery'. You guys are going to lose respect for the man reeling from injustice and teehee over racially charged/Misogynistic language because it's 'peak shithousery'.

And you know what the funny thing is, I wrote this at the end of last season (found it in my drafts) and to my surprise it completely fits this season. Because Lewis is still hated (but I thought yall hated his dominance), George is still the same PR robot he was when the move was announced ('there's just something about him' - there wasn't when he was at Williams - maybe it's the black man besides him) and Valtteri is still the wholesome funny Finn he was as soon as his move was announced (maybe the lack of black man besides him?). Oh and Toto is still the lobbying git because doing what every team principal has done since the beginning of team principals and that's apparently more vile than accusing someone of faking injuries, comparing racial abuse to criticism and accusing someone of murder. Right?

[hydrobes]

BROSKI BROSKI

CAN WE GET A SUB DOTTORE X TALL FEMALE READER HEAD CANNONS-

And the reader who's a gentle dom just showering him in praises in sex

And can we get a aftercare, like us making a bath for him-

Also we have big boobies and we overstimulated him so much he passed out and now he in the bat with us, and our boobs on his face 😩🤝

All yours

Pairings: sub!Dottore x tall!dom!f!Reader (Established relationship)

Warnings: NSFW, overstimulation, anal penetration, hand job, praising, sub/dom dynamic, wholesomeness, pet names

W/c: Headcanons + drabble

a/c: aight because ive got two sub!Dottore requests and this one requested headcanon’s this one is mainly headcanons and then good sized drabble. The other request will be a stand alone fic without headcanons.

NSFW, 18+ content below cut, minors DNI.

Dottore is a very whiny sub, but only because he yearns for your attention. Obviously that’s what you love about him, especially when he’s pouting because you’ve been busy and unable to tend to him.

He’ll always have a bit of a bratty side though, usually when you’ve been preoccupied with work. He definitely gets jealous easily too, whenever he sees you laughing with someone else he’ll think you’re going leave him for them and show his brattiness. It’s only when you whisper sweet nothings and reassure him that you only need him that the attitude subside.

Honestly he just loves it when you praise him, when he’s sitting or laying by your side he just preens under your loving words.

He absolutely adores that your taller than him, that he has to look up at you and that when you kiss him you tuck your finger under his chin, tilt his head up, and lean down to meet his lips.

When you hold him in your arms you can rest your cheek on top of his head and hold him close, running your fingers down his back to draw tantalising circles against his soft skin.

He’s a very willing sub when it comes to being intimate together. He particularly love it when he’s on his back so he can watch your expressions as you fuck him. He just wants to know that you’re enjoying yourself as he lets you use his tight hole.

Sometimes you just can’t help yourself and push him a little too far. He’ll have come undone too many times at your hands, his body twitching and quivering from overstimulation. All his energy completely fucked out of him.

His eyes will be glossy, dried tears streaked down his cheeks as he whimpers and whines out your name. He wants your reassurance that he was a good boy, and that you thoroughly enjoyed yourself with him.

You certainly feel bad when you do push him too far, he’s your cute little submissive lover and you don’t want him to be scared when you’re intimate together. When he cries out his safe word, his heart racing and eyes panicked, you stop immediately and embrace him gently. Your kind words soothing him as he nuzzles into your touch for reassurance.

He trusts you completely, you’re always so loving and attentive with him. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you because he knows you’ll always be there for him <3.

“Haa-! (y/n)!” Dottore cried out your name as he came undone for the nth time tonight. You had him kneeling on all fours on the bed as you took him from behind, the thick dildo you’d chosen for the night was sunk to the hilt inside his puckering hole, pushed deeply against his prostate. His cock twitched and pulsed in your hand as he spilled his seed over the sheets below him.

“Nnn..” he whimpered as you stroked his shaft, milking him of all he had to offer, and then finally collapsed against the bed, his arms no longer able to hold himself up. His half lidded eyes were hazy with pleasure, dried tear stains streaked down his cheeks as he panted heavily.

“You’ve done so well tonight.” You cooed, gently removing the dildo which left his hole stretched and raw, completely used by the you. You soothed your hands over his bottom, massaging his tender muscles.

“Mm..” all he managed was a soft murmured, his thoughts still dazed as he lay below you aching and overstimulated. He whined at the feeling of your soft hands, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to pull his thoughts together.

“Are you.. are you pleased with me?” His voice was hoarse from all the moaning and crying out he’d done tonight, his eyes were still glossy and he chewed his bottom lip, waiting for your response.

“Of course.” You moved up the bed and took his red blushing cheeks in your hands. “I’m very pleased with you.” You leant down, bring your face to his and pressing a delicate kiss to his lips.

He shook in delight at your words, a satisfied smile on his lips as he leaned into your touch. He attempted to push himself up, onto his knees, to get closer to you and your touch but he winced in pain as he moved.

You frowned and stroked your thumbs over his stained cheeks. You had been rougher than usual tonight. You’d both been busy and this was the first time you’d been together for weeks.

You remember how when he saw you after such a long absence his eyes lit up like you’d been gone for years, and when you coyly whispered naughty words about making up for the lost time he blushed deeply and readily let you lead him to the bedroom.

Pulling yourself out of your thoughts you kissed him again when you noticed he looked sullen, he had no doubt noticed your frown and thought he’d done something wrong.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” Your voice was sweet and reassuring. “I’ll run you a nice hot bath for your aching muscles.” You kissed the tip of his nose and his expression brightened up again.

Soothing scents of lavender and thyme filled your bathroom after you were done preparing the bath. A light mist from the heat of the water whirled around the room creating a lovely, relaxing atmosphere. The bath was full, bubbles covering the surface and popping slowly.

“That’s it.. slowly now.” You smiled softly as you helped Dottore into the bath. He sighed contently as he sank his aching muscles under the water, his eyelids fluttering closed. You laughed gently at how cute he was being as he stretched his limbs out and rest his head on the side of the bath.

“Dottore.. scooch forward.” You pouted playfully. His eyes shot open and he blushed at the thought of you joining him. “Come on~” you motioned with your hand for him to make room.

“Ah-! right-“ he gasped, his cheeks getting redder as he realising you actually meant it. He shuffled forward making room for you, his gaze shakily held forward as he bit his lip. The thought of sharing an intimate bath with you was far to arousing, his cock hardening as his thoughts wandered in lewd directions.

“Mmm..” a breathy sigh passed your lips as you you stepped into the hot bath and sat down behind him. Stretching your legs out either side of his, you leant back comfortably.

“Why are you so far away?” You pursed your lips and wrapped you arms around him, pulling him towards you. His back was flush with your front, your breasts pressed up against his back as you embraced him from behind. You felt his body stiffen in response, so you tucked your finger under his chin and turned his face towards you.

“Dottore?” You said his name in a questioning tone, despite knowing exactly what you were doing. “Is everything ok?” You purred, unable to couldn’t contain your sly smile at his flustered expression and at how he quivered in your arms.

“Yes-“ he said a little too quickly, his blush travelling up his ears. Laughing sweetly in response you released his chin and trailed your finger down his neck, over his adam’s apple, which bobbed as he gulped.

He released a soft whine as you drew your finger down his chest, under the water, until you met his pelvis. You ran you hand through his happy trail, before smoothing your fingers over his erect cock.

“I’m glad I turn you on so easily~” you press a tender kiss to his lips and pump his cock under the water. He gasps in response, his hands gripping your thighs as he rocks his hips up to meet your hand.

“But.. let’s just relax for now.” You release his cock and wrap your arms around him again. He opens his mouth to protest but you kiss his pouting lips, cutting off his complaint. “I just want to hold you close right now.” You sweetly smile.

Pulling him back against you, you press his head against your ample bosom and hug him tightly, the heat from his cheeks as hot as the water as he snuggles into you. You sigh contently and wonder what you did to deserve such an adorable lover.

a/n: sub!dottore just yearns for you, that is all 🥺

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hii, hope you're having a great day/night. <3

i saw your request were open and i thought to request some hcs for megumi, gojo and choso who's s/o is insecure about their hip dips (which are so visible), maybe some comfort or how they would just react it's okay. >__<

also, remember to take care of yourself and to drink water.

jjk boys reaction who's s/o is insecure about their hip dips

staring: Fushiguro Megumi, Gojo Satoru, Kamo Choso

contents/warnings: SFW, fluff, grammar mistakes, everyone is 18+

A/N: hey! Thank you so much for sending me this request I'm so glad writing it for you >.< I'm having this kind of busy week, but I'm okay, hope you're good as well! Don't forget to take care of yourself too!! Once again, thank you, I also have dip hips so writing this got kind of personal haha my heart almost melted. Hope you like it, enjoy!

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tags: @noritoshiikamo @iwaizumini

Fushiguro Megumi

first things first I have to say that Megumi doesn't see your hip dips as a flaw on your body, actually, he doesn't care at all;

For him, they make you look like a sculpture, some kind of art that he's blessed to have by his side. Like, look how your body is wonderful, he thinks of you as a deity all the time he looks ate you;

But when it comes about your own insecurities, he cares a lot about it, more than he thought he could ever care about someone;

He needs for you to see how stunning you are, how wonderful and perfect your body is;

So that day when you two were about to go out on a date and you've asked him so many times if your clothes were okay, if you were beautiful, he felt you were afraid of his answer. He felt you were worried about what he thought of your body and his heart ached because of you scared of him;

Once again you were trying to change your clothes, focused searching for the perfect one to use on a date with your boyfriend. So focused you didn't notice him staring at you from your door frame;

He watched you silent, staring at your movement with caring eyes. But then you started muttering something and you turned you eyes sadly to that specific side of your body, just below your hip bone;

"Why am I like this? Why do I have this on my body? If I..."

He couldn't take it anymore, you are so beautiful for him, your hips, your waist, you're wholesome perfect and marvelous. "Why what Y/N?" He would enter your room, his soft voice startling you from your wandering thoughts;

"Oh, I'm-" You breath deeply. "I was trying to pick up any clothes, I'm almost ready, but I can't find anything that fits my..." Again, that painful look to your sides.

"You know..." He would walk closer and closer to you, placing his hands on your shoulders in reassurance. He looks at you from your mirrored version. "You may not believe me when I say: but you're perfect. Every inch of your body is. And-"

"Gumi, no..."

"Hey, hey, let me praise you, my love" He places his chin on the top of head, hands down on your waist. "Even the flawless parts you think you have are perfect parts. This..." His hands ghost above your hip dips, you feel your heart racing. "They are just one more part of you for me to love. How could I not love you entirely? You think of them as a flaw..."

He would kiss the top of your head, smiling at you. "But I think of them as art craved through your body. You're art, Y/N. Never forget that."

Gojo Satoru

We know how bold and cocky this man can be, so why would it be different when it comes to you?

He knew you had insecurities with your body, even though he has always managed to show you how wonderful you are;

Believe me, I think he's capable of screaming in public place about how perfect you are, how lucky he is to have you by his side (lowkey he says you're the luckiest because he's with you, that gojo thing);

But when you're both on your day off and you decide to go to the beach, he worries about you enjoying you day, the day you both finally got to be together;

You hid your body on his largest t-shirt, even thought the sun is higher and higher upon the sky, calling you both for a sunbathing;

"Darling, wanna some sunscreen lotion?" He asks you, trying to make you come out from your hiding spot;

Not that he thinks it's not okay for you to use his clothes, he actually finds it very hot and cute, but he knows why are you doing this to yourself and he wants to show you how wrong you are hiding yourself;

"Hm... No need to, babe" You say looking away from him, staring at women and men that were walking around closer the shoreline;

You just wanted to relax with Gojo, you were okay in your bikinis, but since your arrive, you couldn't help but to feel insecure about your body;

Your dip hips were so visible you felt like everybody would judge you if you took off Gojo's shirt;

You really didn't want to care about it, but still it bothered you so hard that sometimes you just wanted to cry;

Again, that feeling overwhelming your senses, why couldn't you be just like these pretty people who were walking around there?

"Hey, babe, hear me" Gojo would say to catch your attention, his intense blue eyes hidden behind that dark sunglasses;

He would sit down closer to you, his tall body almost towering over yours;

Placing his hands on your waist, he would bring you even closer putting you onto his laps. His lips ghosting over your earlobe had he saying "Dear Y/N..."

"Sa-satoru, people can lo-look" you'd say flustered, cheeks coloured in pink;

"Let them look" He whispers, his hands going down his shirt you were wearing, warming all the way they touched. "Let them look how beautiful you are, let them stare at the exquisite person you are..."

"But..." You place your hands right above your sides, where's that visible depression is

Suddenly his hands are on yours, holding them tight and you feel your body warming with love as he poured sweet words, melting your insecurities away "Y/N you're stunning, you are above every concept of existing perfection, you are flawless. Every mark, every mound, every round and curve of your body, they're just..."

His eyes staring deep into your soul while he leaves a kiss on your cheek and chin, then placing his head on the crook fo your neck. "They're just enchanting, I feel mesmerizing by every inch of you. You're delightful, Y/N. And the world should know that too."

After that he would just hold you tight and say "And I want to show off everyone that beautiful s/o of mine, show them how lucky I am to have you by my side!"

extra: if you were hardly unease with it, he would take off his clothes in order to try "avoiding" attention to you, catching it only to him like "let everyone look at me, till you feel safe and then you can slay all of these ugly asses ahead with you strondous beauty"

Kamo Choso

Choso is my sweet little boy (not that little) so the moment he realized you were insecure about how your body looked like, he would lowkey try to show you how mistaken you were;

Little things like compliments, soft touches, caring kisses, always reassuring you how beautiful you are, how wonderful your body is;

So there's this day you both are at home, watching a movie on Netflix and you're laying your head on his lap and he's sitting onto he couch with one of his hands on your waist, the other one is scratching your hair fondly;

But when he starts to move his hand up and down your sides, you feel your body stiffen, afraid of what he will think of your dip hips, since they're so profound and so noticeable;

You move yourself a little, trying to avoid his hand to touch that part of your body, but also trying not to get his attention from what you were doing

You don't know but he already understood what you're acting up;

"Y/N" He says, still focusing his eyes on the TV but the tip is his fingers caring on your sides;

"Uh, love?" Your cheeks rush in red as he softly places his hands on the valley of your sides, right down your hip bones;

"Can we switch places? Wanna lay down on your beautiful legs" his voice was distracted because of the movie you could swear he wasnt talking to you, so sudden were his words;

"Ye-yes, you can, Cho" You say lifting your body up to change places with him, but then you feel a big pair of arms around your body, clenching tight on you.

You retrieve his hug, packing your arms hands hands on his back, smelling his parfum's scent;

Choso's hugs are so warm and comfortable, you could live in between his arms like, forever;

"Why this so sudden-" you start to say but then you feel a kiss on your mouth, and then a kiss on your right cheek and then on your left cheek. "Cho?"

"What?" He's chuckling on your skin, never stopping his kisses trail on your jawline, then your neck, your shoulders, his hands are now on your hair, stroking your locks fondly "I can love you, can't I? I'm just showing you how you deserve to be loved, Y/N"

He catches your hand and then leave it a kiss on it;

"Such a gentleman..." You mutter behind the growing smile you have, his eyes never leaving yours as he places both of his hands upon your shelf hips;

"Y/N, you're lovely, you know?" His hands are warm on your covered skin, and you suddenly feel nothing but his caress on it;

"You're... You're something more. You've always been. And sometimes I think I don't deserve someone as wonderful as you are. As beautiful as you are. No one in the world looks like you, and, If someone had the tiniest similarity to you, they should've happy about how blessed they were"

"Every inch of you deserves to be loved. To be praised. You deserve to be fulfilled with compliments every day, every hour, every second."

"And, when you think you do not deserve it, Y/N, I'm here to remind you that yes, yes you're worth it. You're worth loving, caring, admiring. I love you, Y/N, I love you."

[honeytae]

I didn’t know you had a thing for bandanas.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIV! omg how do i even start...you’re not only one of my favorite people on this site but literally one of my favorite souls on this earth. you radiate warmth, wit, and yes...thottery :) so of course i had to write some grammys tae smut for you, right? of course i did. i love you so much, i hope you have a fabulous day and i’m sending you so so many hugs! happiest of birthdays to you @taetaespeaches, my sister wife, my twin flame, the best honey boy min enthusiast, my favorite wholesome thot! i love you i love you i love you <3

genre: smut (ofc)

warnings: GRAMMYS TAEHYUNG, suggestive texting mentions, tae’s a Tease™️, heavy petting and groping, grinding/dry humping, fingering, brief nipple play, there’s a handjob or two, unprotected sex (stay safe!), mild dirty talk and profanity, this is pretty much just filth i do apologize

word count: 2.7k

“Oh my god.” 

Huffing, you tossed your phone back onto the counter, staring back at your reflection in the mirror above the sink, lips parted in disbelief. You could not believe Taehyung, truly. He could be a tease, of course, but tonight he was on another level. 

The number of photos, that could only be described as none other than thirst traps, you’d been sent throughout the night was dizzying.

Spanning from the time he was getting ready for the Grammy’s red carpet to when he was backstage in that goddamn bandana for the Old Town Road performance, you’d already stashed them in a hidden folder, pulling them back up on your screen whenever your brain drifted to them again. Which, admittedly, had been a lot over the past few hours. 

Despite traveling overseas for the award ceremony together, you could not attend the show with him for obvious reasons. Truly, you didn’t mind. You weren’t about the glitz and glamour anyway; but fuck, he really wasn’t making it easy on you. 

In addition to the multiple professionally taken shots of your boyfriend at the show beginning to circulate, your texting conversation with him consisted of only attachment after attachment at this point, eyes practically bulging out of your head with each scroll of your thumb and hooking you in for more in his absence from your hotel room.

And that had been your only activity for the night until you decided to part from the television and get ready for bed. 

Groaning when your phone began buzzing repeatedly on the marble, you set the washcloth you’d been running over your face atop the surface, peeking at the screen and rolling your eyes when you saw your boyfriend’s name across the top of it.

Swiping your thumb across the flashing display, you lifted the phone to your ear, leaning your stomach against the counter as you mumbled a greeting. 

“Hey, why didn’t you respond?” He asked immediately, making you chuckle at his bluntness. 

“I’m still processing the information you’ve provided me with, Tae.” You responded, hearing the man’s deep chuckle reverberate through the device. 

“What information is that, love?” 

You could hear the amused teasing in his voice, smug grin prominent on his face as he awaited your reply. 

“The endless shirtless selfies, Taehyung. That is the information I’m referencing.” You said, thinking back on the several attachments you’d gotten notifications for over the course of the night, each time Taehyung was changing his outfit followed by a photo of him nearly naked in the mirror backstage.

“I thought they were tasteful.” He teased, giggling when you groaned on the other side of the call. 

“Biting your lip while gripping your bulge? Oh yeah, I’m sure Army’s would agree. Very tasteful.” You teased back, the man humming deeply.

“I don’t share those things with Army though, because those are for you only.” He smirked, you mirroring his hummed reply with a slight smile.

“When are you coming back?” You asked, tapping your fingernails against the surface beside the basin of the sink.

“We need to do one more interview, then we can leave.” He answered, a member of the staff speaking in the background followed by Hoseok’s laugh ringing out through the room.

You sighed in response, quiet enough that you thought he wouldn’t hear it. That thought was proven wrong almost immediately as he chuckled, the phone shuffling in his grip as the voices in the background turned to muffled noise. 

“What’s wrong, hm? Miss me?” He lowered his voice to presumably not be heard by others, his husky tone causing you to swallow a harsh gulp, thankful you weren’t video calling so you could play along with his little game.

“Mm, not particularly. I just wanted to play GTA with Kook.” You teased, smirking at Taehyung’s scoff, hairs raising on your arms as he chuckled into the phone and through your speaker.

“Alright. Well, you can expect Kook soon.” He said, tone smug as he heard the breath hitch in your throat. 

“Love you.” He murmured into the phone before abruptly hanging up, leaving you clutching your phone with a racing heart as you anticipated your boyfriends’ arrival. 

Trying to fight the now strengthened desire for your man, you blocked out the images from tonight along with the tone of his deep honeyed voice through the phone the best you could, reaching for your soap pump with a sigh. 

“Unbelievably rude.”

The silence of your room was awfully loud as you drew out the remaining steps of your skincare routine, hoping that if you took long enough then there would be less empty waiting time for your boyfriend. Your incredibly attractive boyfriend who you could not wait to get your hands on.

Your eyes continually darted to the timestamp on your lock screen, sighing each time as only a few minutes had passed since the last time you checked. 

If Taehyung could see how desperate you were acting right now, he’d surely have that god damn smirk on his face, one that would probably have your jeans unbutton themselves beyond your own control. 

Heaving another sigh, you distractedly stretched your neck from side to side, scrunching your face up in a grimace at the resulting snaps.

The closing of your eyes combined with the loud rush of water from the faucet seemed to drown out the sounds you’d eagerly been waiting for, nearly jumping out of your skin at the sudden addition of Taehyung next to you through the reflection of the mirror above the sink. 

His hair was still styled over that black and white patterned bandana, matching with the shirt that exposed just a touch of his bicep and a whole lot of his chest. 

Despite the immediate salivating of your tongue, you kept your shocked expression on your face, breathing out his name as you leaned a hand on the counter beside you. 

“Fuck, you scared me.” You placed your other hand over your heart, Taehyung grinning before reaching his arm out to pull you into his chest, pressing a kiss to each cheek before leaning back to smile at you.

“Sorry, love. Ended up leaving a little earlier.” He explained, smirking as your eyes glued to the bandana still tucked under the hair over his forehead. 

“Hm, I don’t mind.” You said, blowing a breath past your lips at the man’s appearance. 

“What?” Taehyung asked in reference to the action, his eyes blinking back at you as your hand traced over his long hair curled to perfection. 

“You look really fucking good right now. Not that I need to tell you that.” You mumbled distractedly, fixing the strip of fabric laying over the top of his forehead, Taehyung teasingly raising his eyebrows at you with a swipe of his tongue over his bottom lip.

“No, please do.” He said smugly, causing you to snap out of your lust-struck daze as you tapped at his shoulder with a snort.

“What an ass.” 

“That’s what I’m saying.” He responded, smoothly trailing his fingers down a bit lower to rest on your butt and gently grope the globes, pulling you flush to his chest as his darkened eyes held contact with yours. 

“Can you ever get your head out of the gutter?” You tried to say, gasps escaping every few words as he began pushing your hips into his, effectively grinding his erection into you.

“Hm,” he pretended to ponder for a moment, “with you, no.” He said, placing his hand on your jaw to pull you into a long-awaited kiss, soft yet sensual in the way he smoothed his lips over yours. 

Your breath caught in your throat as Taehyung’s hand slipped beneath the hem of your underwear, letting his thumb glide over your clit as his tongue invaded your mouth. 

The action was needy, as was the manner his fingers gathered the slick leaking between your folds to push up to fill your hole. Taehyung swallowed your moans as his fingers played in your pussy, his deep chuckles vibrating against you while his fingers dutifully pumped into your entrance. 

“Like that, baby?” He mumbled against your bottom lip, your mouth hanging open as you whined incoherently in response. He groaned at the spasming of your walls around his appendages, leaning his forehead against yours as he backed you up against the counter to stabilize your increasingly wobbly legs.

“God, you drive me crazy.” He grunted, rutting his hips into your thigh as you moaned his name once again. 

Squealing as he suddenly withdrew his hands from your underwear and lifted you up on the counter by your hips, you watched with raised brows as the man ripped your pajama bottoms and panties down your legs, easily tossing them onto the tile floor and leaving your lower half bare on the cold marble counter beside the sink. 

“Eager, are we?” You murmured, Taehyung smirking as he shuffled out of his pants, his boxers soon to follow as you took the liberty of removing his t-shirt from your torso. 

“And you aren’t?” He posed, taking the shirt from your hands and tossing it somewhere below him in the mess of clothes piling up beside his feet. Tugging you by the thighs, he smiled as you helped him by scooting to the edge of the counter, wrapping your arms around his neck as his own hands landed on your lower back.

“I didn’t say that.” You said, fingers tousling the fluffy hair at the crown of his head as he hummed, playing around with the clasp of your bra until it released with a small sound, the cups immediately releasing your breasts as he pulled the straps down your arms. 

“I consider it a good thing that we can’t keep our hands off each other.” He shrugged, gently prying your arms from around his neck to successfully remove the bra dangling from your wrists, pressing kisses to the pulse points of your wrists before laying them down in your lap as his hands instead landed on your breasts. 

You sighed as his thumbs easily circled your nipples, his eyes glued to your chest as he watched the buds twist into peaks with a small grin. 

“So pretty.” He whispered, making you blush as you distractedly reached for his dress shirt, snapping the buttons out of the holes in a haste to see his bare chest. The task proved to be difficult with Taehyung’s increasing pressure on your nipples, a knowing smirk on the man’s face as your pleading eyes desperately darted to his own. 

“Tae, this shirt is really testing my patience.” You sighed, the man chuckling as he reluctantly removed his hands from your chest to assist you in unbuttoning the shirt that had nearly killed you while watching him perform a couple of hours ago. 

As soon as he undid the fifth or sixth button down, your hands were on the revealed skin, feeling him like a madwoman as he lovingly chuckled at your actions. Tossing the loose material to the floor, he finally stood before you completely naked, placing a hand on the back of your head to guide you to his lips in yet another heated kiss.

Taehyung hummed deep in his throat as you reached down to pump his fully erect cock in your hand, taking the hint as you lined him up at your entrance with a push of your other hand on his shoulder. 

“Love you so much.” He mumbled, his eyes fluttering shut as he pushed his hips forward to sink into you, each inch providing you with a delicious burn as you let your head rest on his shoulder, his lips pressing a tender kiss to the side of your head as he finally fit himself snugly inside of you.

Starting off slow, he only slightly moved his cock back before pushing it in again, causing you to mewl as he started teasingly circling his hips inside of you. The grinding was nice, sure, but it gave you no real relief. Which he was perfectly aware of.

“Fuck me harder, Tae.” You whimpered out as he continued sensually grinding into you, taking your bottom lip into your mouth as he stopped his actions completely.

“Hm? What was that, love?” He cockily raised his brows at you, grinning at the look of pure frustration on your face.

“Fuck me harder. Taehyung.” You practically spat out, the man tutting at your tone.

“Where are your manners, love?” 

“Tae,” you whined, “please just fuck me.” You begged, Taehyung simpering as he picked up your calves, resting your legs in the crooks of his elbows to push your knees to your chest and effectively spread you wider for him. 

Picking up the pace of his thrusts, he groaned at the feeling of your walls squeezing around his cock, praising you with a moan of your name as he tilted his head up toward the ceiling. 

With you leaning forward to kiss his jaw, Taehyung broke eye contact with the vent in the ceiling, instead focusing on you as he continued rolling his hips into yours. His eyes held yours with intense force, only faltering with a flutter of his eyelids when your walls began spasming around him.

“Shit, I love your pussy, baby.” He breathed, placing his lips back on yours when you responded with a wanton moan, placing his hands on your hips to glide you along his length in addition to the force he pounded into you with.

You whimpered at the sudden speed in which his hips slapped into yours along with the depths he managed to hit with the angle, clutching onto his shoulders in an attempt to ground yourself as he groaned your name.

“Fuck, oh my god.” You cried as he sped up the pace of his hips, gradually working himself up into an almost inhumane speed as he quite literally attempted to split you open with his cock. His grunts punctuated each thrust, hot breaths fanning out onto your neck as he buried his face in your skin.  

“T-tae.” You stuttered as the tip of his cock repeatedly tapped at your cervix, Taehyung responding with a deep moan as he glanced down between your bodies, eyes glued to where you met over and over again as your walls tightened the hardest they had yet around him.

“Cum, baby.” He panted, lifting his eyes to watch your own squeeze shut with a gasp, the man himself falling over the edge at the sight. Nothing could ever get him off like watching you orgasm.

As he hastily pulled out of you, you whined at the sudden emptiness in your core, leaning your head back against the mirror in exhaustion as your droopy eyes watched him jerk his cock using your slick, only a few moments passing before translucent white liquid shot out from his tip and onto your stomach. 

Sitting up from the mirror, you fell into Taehyung’s arms, the man chuckling a bit as he rubbed his palm over your spine. 

“I love you.” He murmured, breaths finally evening out as he held you in his arms, your own loosely wrapped around his waist with your fingers caressing the skin of his hip.

“I love you too,” you leaned back to look at him, forehead pressing to his as you gave him a lazy smile, “and I’m so proud of you. You were amazing tonight.” You said, swiping his long bangs out of his eyes as he shyly grinned at you, his flustered reaction at your words causing you to giggle fondly. 

“I couldn’t have done any of it without you.” He admitted, misty eyes making you cup his cheeks as you pressed your lips to the plush skin on either side of his nose. 

“Of course you could have. You’re amazing Tae, don’t underestimate that.” You soothed, the man’s lips quirking up slightly as he tipped his chin to place his lips on yours. 

“Okay.” He whispered against your bottom lip, chuckling breathily when you began pressing feather-light kisses to his lips, exaggerating them with loud “muah”s making Taehyung’s eyes shut as he laughed. 

“You good?” You asked, his irises sparkling back at you as he nodded in confirmation.

“I’m great.” He said, reaching up to push his hair back off his forehead, the copious amounts of gel his stylists had put in his hair throughout the night defying the action and making it fall back onto the skin anyway.

“Good. Now clean your cum off my stomach, I wanna go to bed.”

[realcube]

haikyuu!! boys dating you for a bet then falling hcs 💘

characters: oikawa, kuroo & osamu 

tw// angst to fluff, swearing, sexual references - minor dni!

OIKAWA’S AND KUROO’S ARE AGED UP !

thank you anon for this request 😚

Tōru Oikawa

everyone on the team was teasing him for getting broken up with bc he was ‘too obsessed with volleyball’

he had finally had enough and made a bet with iwaizumi, matsukawa and hanamaki that he could get a s/o quicker than any of them

they accepted ofc but that’s when oikawa learned that hanamaki was already talking to a girl he liked which meant that it was a race against time for oikawa to find someone to date

in reality, he had no interest in dating atm but he had to do this for the sake of his pride

he settled on asking you out bc you were his lab partner for chemistry and even before the bet, he was making playful flirtatious banter with you but it’s not like he had any real feelings for you which meant that breaking up with you afterwards would be simple..right?

also, asking you out would be an easy win

and it was 🤠

oikawa won the bet and regained some confidence which meant he was now free to break up with you

buuuut y’all had only just started dating so he didn’t want to break up with you before the first date so he postponed the break up until after y’all went to the movies together

then the night came - he had just came back home for your first date at the movies, he took you to see an alien invasion movie and you said you loved it

he stared at his phone which was open on IMessage, on your contact; his fingers hovered over the keypad but the words didn’t come to him the way he expected 

the more he thought about, he realised that you guys hadn’t even had your first kiss yet and he wanted to give you a sweet memory to leave you with before he inevitably dumped you so he decided to postpone the break-up again, until you guys had your first kiss 

and since his messenger was open, he invited you on a second date to the park where you had your first kiss over a shared cone of vanilla ice-cream

honestly, he had such a great time on the date that in the moment, he completely forgot about the fact he had to break-up with you so here he was again, sitting on his bed and looking down at his phone glumly as he searched his brain for the right words to say 

but when he allows his mind to wonder for too long, it always comes back to one thing

so figured that he’d hold off breaking-up with you until your first time and from there — depending on how good you are — he’ll decide whether he wants to dump you or keep you around just as a side fling

the day eventually came three months later, not that he was complaining though as he’s developed a lot more patience since he’s started dating you 

you had just came back from a date at the bowling alley and something about seeing Oikawa in bowling shoes and a partially unbuttoned shirt was enough to make you go feral so as soon as you arrived at his house, y’all went for it

in all honesty, sex with you just hit different for oikawa

it was nothing like he’s ever experienced before

like it was kind, sensual and filled with mutual praise and he truthfully never wanted it to end but once it did and he was sprawled out on the bed next you, breathing heavily with your fingers intertwined, he realised that he didn’t want to break up with anymore

the last 4 months that you guys have been dating, truthfully was the best time of his life, like he feels so happy and genuine when he’s around you, there’s no way he’d leave you now

‘I love you, (y/n).’ he hummed, turning his head to the side to look at your peaceful figure laying next him - god, you’re beautiful

‘I love you too, Tōru.’

Tetsurō Kuroo

him and bokuto had a bet to see who could fuck more ppl in a month 

the third year gym squad gc was confused but not too confused i mean this is kuroo and bokuto we’re talking about

akaashi, kenma and tsukishima were all disapproving of this idea for their own reasons

akaashi thought it was immoral while kenma and tsukishima thought it was just a ‘who can get an std first competition’

as for hinata and lev, shōyō had his bet on bokuto while lev was rooting for kuroo

kuroo was going to start his hunt for sex partners at the club tonight but he had already agreed that he’d do the business assignment with you tonight and since it was a partnered thing, he’d feel guilty if he opted out last minute 

he sat on his bed while you took a seat at his desk, working away at the project while kuroo ‘supervised’

kuroo was bummed that bokuto was probably getting laid rn while he was stuck in his room doing an assignment- WAIT

you were here with him ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ and he was like..90% sure you had the thing for him soooo

he immediately sprung up from his bed and shuffled towards you, grabbing your hips to momentarily lift you up so he could pull you away from the project and onto his lap as he sat on his bed, tracing your jaw with his finger

‘time for a break~’ he cooed in your ear, massaging your thigh with spare hand, ‘only if want though, doll.’

xdfghj OFC YOU DID

consent = given ✨

kuroo = hard

your sex = destroyed

ass = red

you = overstimulated as hell 💅

if you started during the day, expect the sun to have gone down by the time y’all were finished

he offered to take you on a date so you both could do this again sometime and you said yes

but he reassured himself that you were only a hook up- definitely nothing serious- no feelings whatsoever

so a week later, he took you on a sweet, wholesome date to a carnival and you got railed afterwards 🥰

your next few dates went in a similar way until one fateful day where you were just..tired

neither of you really wanted to smash tbh, you were just happy laying in each other’s arms 

and as time went on, you guys went on more dates where there was absolutely no sexual activities, just sweet intimacy 

and he...... liked it 

why did he like it???

you were nothing more than a sexual relief to him, right??

so why did he enjoy cuddling with you so much? shouldn’t he be fuckin you rn? but he didn’t want to...like he was lowkey vibin with you in his arm while watching modern family 

then he looked down at you in his arms, the light of the screen highlighting your features beautifully

‘i think i might actually want to marry you one day.’ he blurted out, lightly tracing the bridge of your nose with his finger

this caught you off-guard so you looked up at him, an adorable pink blush dusting your cheeks, ‘really?’ was all you could think to reply 

‘yeah.’

Osamu Miya

ofc it was a bet with atsumu ofc it was a bet with atsumu 

‘who could get the hotter s/o competition?’ and suna would decide who wins

the twins had a month to get a s/o who was hot asf

so osamu asked you out in maths bc you were the most attractive person he kinda already talks too

you said yes as you sorta kinda maybe had a lil’ thing for him

however, he didn’t even ask you out on a date

in fact, he barely even talked to you after he asked you out until the day came where suna judged which miya twin won the bet

osamu did ofc 

then he kinda forgot y’all were dating until one day you snapped him with the caption ‘???’

he was like ‘hey’

sorry i firmly believe he is the driest texter

anyway he felt bad for neglecting you for over a month so he said he’d make it up to you by taking you out to dinner

but he promised himself that dinner was only an apology and right afterwards, he’d cut you off

he was scrolling through his phone, looking for places to take you and although he wanted to just get take-out, even he knew that fast-food probably wasn’t a very romantic date idea

wait- he didn’t care about it being romantic- did he??

eventually he settled on an expensive restaurant bc getting you a take-away probably wasn’t a very good apology 

so anyway he took you out and he actually had a pretty good time ^^ 

i mean, when you coincidentally ordered the same thing off the menu as him- he kinda caught feelings

osamu would definitely realise that he fell for you faster than oikawa and kuroo

just the way his hand just feels a pull towards yours when you’re walking side-by-side is a dead giveaway

so once the date is over and he dropped you off at your house, instead of breaking up with you as he planned, he simply placed a tender kiss on your forehead and smiled, ‘we should do this again soon.’

when he saw the way your face lit up and you squealed slightly, he knew he made the right decision

[prettytoxicrevolver]

I Love You | Quackity

Requested? No but I did 

Warnings? None just really wholesome and chaotic Quackity 

Summary: You tell Alex you love him for the first time 

Word Count: 1,653

“WE POPPIN OFF CHAT!!” Alex yells excitedly and you giggle from his bedroom upstairs.

Your boyfriend Alex was going to be streaming practically all night long. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence for him to be streaming and playing video games with his friends all night while you relax in his room.

You often turned on his stream, listening to your rambunctious boyfriend scream to his friends about god knows what and thanking fans for various subs and gifts. Tonight, he was playing Five Nights at Freddy with George and Karl, and then George picked skribbl.io, and then Karl was going to host Jackbox.

You never mind Alex streaming as much as he did, Alex loved streaming and he always left you laughing for hours. Not only that, his friends were your friends so you loved listening to them as well. It closed the distance you all were feeling incredibly these days. 

You hear Alex thank his chat for subs for a bit and just as he greets George and Karl into the stream, you decide to try and get some work done. You and Alex were both still in school, working on your respective majors, and had millions of little study sessions together. 

You loved spending time sat across from each other on the couch, work spread out around you, and neither of you doing any of your homework for long. Whether it be Alex getting distracted, sitting on his phone for a bit before coming to bother you, nudging his face into your neck. 

Or, you get distracted. Flopping yourself down into your boyfriend's embrace as he giggles cutely, running a hand through your hair before kissing you softly. 

You both did get your work done though, helping each other to push through difficult finals and assignments. You were always there for each other. 

Tonight you were focused on an important essay that was due in the next few days. You were hoping to get a good portion done while Alex was streaming but it was proving to be difficult without your boyfriend but also with your boyfriend streaming.

As you finish your first page of the night, you check in on the stream, watching George yell loudly at Alex to press the button in FNaF. You giggle lightly as the boys continue and you decide to leave it on as you continue to mindlessly write your ideas hoping they sound somewhat coherent for when you go back to edit them. 

As you type, your phone suddenly dings with Alex’s text tone and your eyes scan the text. He tells you to come downstairs and your head tilts in confusion as you hear him over stream tell Dream to repeat the same thing over again. 

“Let’s just play GTA,” Dream responds and Alex and George gasp dramatically. You roll your eyes as you know exactly what Alex is getting at so you head downstairs before anything happens. 

When you knock on the door to Alex’s streaming room, his face lights up at the sight of you. 

“Babe!” Alex greets before turning and making grabby hands at you. 

You make your way over to him and he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into frame. You wave to the camera and listen as you’re greeted by the boys. 

“Baby? Ask Dream what he just said.” 

“Dream what did you just say?” you ask now confused that Alex and George are harping on the same question. 

“We’re gonna play GTA,” Dream repeats uncertainly. 

Alex presses play on something and suddenly his voice starts to play over the speakers. Your smile widens and you start to laugh uncontrollably as Alex stands and stretches his arms wide. 

“Where are the askers my friend?” Alex sings over the speakers and you’re on the ground laughing as your boyfriend chants excitedly knowing he got Dream. 

“WOOO!!! NOBODY ASKED!!” The boys yell and Dream is silent making you cackle even harder. 

“Baby thank you for the help,” Alex says helping you up and pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. 

“Glad to be of service. And Dream, nobody asked,” you mention before leaving the room. 

“That’s my baby!! Dream! Dream!” you hear Alex yelling as you exit the room. 

You giggle uncontrollably as you head back upstairs and sit down at your desk. Moments like those, practically any moment spent with Alex reminds you why you’ve fallen head over heels for the energetic boy. 

He kept you on your toes constantly, you never knew what was going to happen next whether it be him streaming, you two studying, out in public, whatever. His intense personality kept you entranced and you loved that. 

You loved that he was sweet to you. He was known for his loud voice and meme culture but with you it was soft touches, sweet words, encouraging smiles. Every little thing made you fall in love. 

Neither of you had said it to each other despite being in a relationship for over 6 months. You felt it in the deepest part of your heart all the way through your body whenever you were around Alex and you knew he felt it too. You weren’t scared that Alex wasn’t going to say it back, but you were nervous to say it first. 

A few hours pass as you continue to work and get over halfway done with your paper when you decide to check in on stream and take a break overall. You stand, stretching a bit before grabbing a sip of water and heading out to the kitchen for a snack. 

When you’re back in Alex’s room at his desk, you realize that it’s almost 2:30 am and everything is starting to wear on you. You definitely needed to get some sleep but you were almost finished with this paper and you knew you could finish it tonight and get some sleep the next day. 

As Karl’s stream now plays in the back and you listen for your boyfriend’s voice, your smile widens hearing him talk and yell with his friends. 

The boys had just finished their first game of quiplash and Alex was starting to worry about his girlfriend. He knew you worked yourself to the bone most days and he wanted to make sure you were taking breaks or at the very least heading to bed soon after writing practically all night. 

“Boys I’ll be right back,” he tells the guys before dipping from his setup. 

When he gets upstairs, the scene before Alex is nothing short of adorable. There you were, Karl’s stream still playing in the background as you snoozed lightly on your hands. 

Alex smiles at the sight, heart filling up with love instantly as he walks over to you. He grabs your phone first, turning it off before working on cleaning up the rest of your stuff surrounding you. 

Once finished cleaning up, Alex bends down till he’s looking up at you. He places a hand on your knee, shaking you awake lightly and you groan in response. 

“C’mere beautiful,” he says. 

Alex maneuvers you so you’re facing him before pulling your arms around his shoulders. When you have a good enough grip on him, he wraps his hands around the back of your thighs and lifts, pulling your legs around his waist and his chest is flush with yours. 

You snuggle into his warm embrace and while he takes a second to steady himself, he places a kiss to your temple. He finally moves, walking over to his bed and carefully places you upon it, and wraps you up in the blankets. 

“I’ll be back up soon,” he whispers, pressing another kiss to your head. 

“Alex, I love you,” you tell him sleepily. 

Alex stops dead in his tracks, his heart beating a million miles a minute. He had loved you the minute he heard your laugh. The second you had said a word to him. He couldn’t believe you had told him you loved him first. It was perfect for the two of you. 

“I love you too baby.” 

He leans down, gripping your chin lightly before pressing a kiss to your lips that’s basically all smiles from the both of you. Alex giggles, unable to contain his happiness as he leans down, pressing kisses all over your face and you return the same laugh and try to squirm away from his touch but to no avail. 

“I love you so much,” he says again before kissing you. 

He practically runs back downstairs, wanting to scream at the top of his lungs that you had just said I love you but when he gets back to stream, all he can do is smile. 

“Quackity?” Karl asks noticing the younger boy is back but hasn’t said a word. 

“You alright?” George asks knowing something's up. 

“She told me she loved me,” Alex says in a dreamlike state. 

“(y/n)?” Karl asks. 

“She told me she loved me,” Alex repeats again like it’s the only thing he’s gonna be able to say or think about for the rest of his life. 

“Oh my god!” Karl yells

“Congratulations!” Sykkuno responds sweetly and in between the noise, Alex realizes he needs to go be with his girl. 

“Hey guys? I gotta go,” he continues. 

“Go get her!” Karl yells. 

Alex signs off, shutting everything off quickly before racing back upstairs. He finds you still half asleep on the bed and his heart melts all over again. 

“Baby!” he yells before running and jumping into bed. 

He partially lands on you, making you groan in response but when he pulls you into his embrace, laying on top of him and you see him beaming up at you, you know you’re the reason he’s hyper tonight. 

“I love you,” he says. 

“I love you.” 

“You know I’m gonna say that all the time now right?” he asks. 

“I hope so.”