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izels-writing · 5 months ago

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Hi, I recently discovered your page and I love it! I was wondering if you could do a “to all the boys I loved before” trope with reader and James potter? Like reader is similar to Lara Jean and James to Peter Kavinsky

of course of course!! i’m not sure if you wanted the storyline or just the character-likeness, so i did a little bit of both! tysm for the request my love!💗

also gonna make this more than one part bc I don’t wanna make it super long but I don’t wanna rush it either!!

j. potter — how forever feels ! [1/7]

Pairing: james potter x fem!hopelessromantic!reader

Summary: the stars have aligned and you and james’ futures had intertwined.

Warning: surprise kiss (not in a malicious way!), anxiety, upsetting situation, james potter is a cutie i love him, fake dating trope!!!, let me know if i miss anything!

PART ONE — PART TWO — PART THREE

for as long as you could remember, you'd been a hopeless romantic. every love story, every gesture, and every confession of love in all the romance movies you'd seen were every idea of perfect you could imagine.

except, this idea of love often came with side effect called fear of rejection. so every crush and every feeling that ever developed for someone, you'd never admit it aloud.

so you did the next best thing. you wrote it down.

for the past couple of years, each time you'd fallen completely in love with someone—you wrote them a letter. you'd fallen for them, to you, this was your way of letting them go after the fact. you wrote the letter, pouring out your heart and then some, before stuffing the addressed but never mailed letter in a shoebox and shoving it to the back of your closet.

and from then on, you'd let go of these feelings of love that plagued your every waking moment.

and despite it sounding like many—you only had three letters so far.

the first letter you'd ever wrote was to evan rosier in your first year. before teenage drama and bullshit took over and corrupted his terrible soul, the two of you had shared a class together—potions. he was kind and sweet and very good at potions, always asking to be your partner because you weren't so good at it. it was a puppy love, with him giving you small gifts and offering to help you study. had he not been enthralled by the idea of being exactly like his family, you were sure he was it.

the second letter you ever wrote was to james potter in the fourth year. you two had signed up for a valentine's day hogsmeade trip, where the prefects were to assign everyone a partner for the day—who would then go to different stores and shops, getting into the valentine's day spirit. thinking back now, it seems silly, but to fourteen yerra-old you, it was a chance at love. when you were assigned james potter, you were thrilled. he was handsome and a famous quidditch player, he seemed like the entire package. and he was. he was a complete gentleman, holding the door open for you, buying you a small bouquet of flowers at hogsmeade, offering you his coat—the works. he was pleasant to talk to too, making you laugh and finding him and his stories rather interesting. had it not been for the fact that he was infatuated with lily evans, you would like to think you'd have gone on a few more dates after that.

and now, in you sixth year, you'd written one to benjamin jones—your best friends boyfriend. you couldn't help it, when last year you'd been paired together for care of magical creatures and began to fall for him. his kind green eyes, his sweet smile, and the way you could tell him anything and everything without him judging. he was the epitome of what you wanted. he was a friend, but you were also in love with him.

granted, he hadn't been your best friends boyfriend when you had fallen for him. that came after the fact. and while it hurt, you made peace with it once you wrote your letter.

except, your sibling had made the mistake of stumbling across the wrong box to mail. and your parents made the mistake of mailing the letters. and the mistakes rolled on from there.

and now you were left dealing with the fact that the three boys you still went to school with would read your letter.

——

"they what?!" you blurted angrily.

"they mailed the letters. i didn't realize what they were until now when evan opened his! i'm sorry, y/n!" your siblings exclaimed.

you felt your entire world spin. there was no way you could continue your day, much less your life. three boys in this school now had your innermost thoughts and feelings revealed to them. thing you'd never say aloud, much less tell them.

your breathing quickened and you felt yourself feeling lightheaded. you turned to your best friend, "i'm so sorry, i wrote that letter before you two got together,"

lie.

"i know, i know, it's okay. i know your process. why don't we go back to your dorm, okay?" she replied kindly, helping you stand.

this response eased your nerves a bit, but nonetheless, the panic was still setting in. you nodded, getting up to make your way back to your dorm. you couldn't believe this right now.

as you walked, your breathing kept quickening. you began to see dark spots and hoped you'd make it back to your dorm before any of them had the thought to come up to you.

but realizing your state, your best friend took you to the courtyard for some much needed fresh air. making students were out there, enjoying their breakfast on such a beautiful day.

a beautiful day for them.

she sat you by a concrete ledge, helping you sit properly as you attempted to calm down. you tried to breathe in and out.

"i'm going to go get you some water, okay? stay here!" she said calmly, running off.

you nodded as she left, feeling your breathing slow. there's no way any of them could think to find you out here...right?

wrong.

"l/n!" a voice called out as they ran toward you. the brown-skinned, tall, muscular boy who was the subject of your second letter made his way over to you. in his hand he held the infamous letter. you swallowed thickly.

"uhm, hi," you replied timidly.

he sat next to you, taking a deep breath and likely preparing himself for what he thought was going to be a difficult conversation. "how are you? uhm, listen i wanted to talk to you about this letter you wrote me..."

you turned to james, wishing the ground could swallow you whole. "oh?"

"yeah, listen, you're a great girl—you're beautiful and funny and smart, but uh, i don't like you that way—" james said sheepishly, hoping you wouldn't get upset.

"i don't like you anymore, james, i wrote that letter two years ago. you were never supposed to see it," you blurted your confession. he sighed and smiled.

"oh great, i was afraid—"

"y/n!" a familiar voice exclaimed. your blood ran cold.

benjamin jones.

"i'm sorry," you told james suddenly as you figured out the only escape you could.

"for what?" james questioned, but he didn't have much time to elaborate because before he knew it—you kissed him. roughly, but nicely. for a weak moment, living out a fantasy he'd had at fourteen, he kissed back.

unbeknownst to him, you took a peak and noticed that benjamin and your best friend had spotted you. she chuckled and got him to walk off with her, explaining away the letter to her boyfriend. because while she may not know the letter was not before they began dating, given the contents of it, he likely did.

you pulled away as they walked off. you looked at james apologetically.

"wait.." he muttered in confusion. "you don't like me, right?"

"i'm so sorry," you replied quickly. and just like that, you stood up and ran off.

——

after a emotionally tumultuous few days, you were finally focused back on your studies. as of right now, you were in the library and attempting to take your mind off of everything while pouring your entire brain into completing your DADA essay.

but the universe had other plans for you.

"y/n?" a familiar voice called out. you looked up and felt your heart drop. you hadn't really spoken to him since...well, since you'd kissed him.

"james, hi..." you attempted a smile, but you only looked embarrassed. and to say you felt embarrassed was an understatement.

"you're a tough girl to find, l/n," he chuckled. he took a seat across from you, nodding to your assignment sprawled in front of you. "what're you doing?"

"oh, DADA essay," you said offhandedly.

"i have no idea how to ask this, so i'm just going to ask it," he prefaced, his tone sounding confused. "uh, why did you kiss me?"

you felt your face burn up. "i'm so sorry, look i really am. it's just...you're not the only person i wrote a letter to,"

"i'm not? way to make a guy feel less special," he muttered with a slight frown. "but i was your favorite letter to write, right?" he added hopefully.

"james," you warned.

"okay, okay...but that doesn't explain why you kissed me," he grinned. "did my dashing looks just fog your mind?"

"you wish," you rolled your eyes playfully. "look, i recently wrote a letter to someone who had a girlfriend, and that girlfriend is dear to me. i didn't want to make it awkward you know? so, i thought if he saw us kissing, he'd drop it. and so far, he has..."

james nodded. "makes sense, i suppose."

his mind seemed to drift off until finally, he smiled mischievously at you. you gave him a wary look.

"we can help each other," he grinned, leaning back in his chair.

"and how do you suppose we do that?" you asked carefully.

"well you don't want this guy to think you like him right? and well, i have a problem of my own.." he explained.

"which is?" you asked.

"you know lily evans?" he asked. you nodded. "well, she's dating this tosser, really. she and i had a moment back over the summer and really, i just want her to see we're right for each other..."

you nodded. "you want to make her jealous,"

"exactly! and, if you and i pretend to date, we can get rid of both of our problems!" james added happily.

"would that even work? it's so spontaneous and sudden, people have never even seen us together besides that one hogsmeade trip two years ago," you asked warily. "it's a good idea in theory, but realistically...?"

"we'll plant roots! like i'll say i'm not understanding something and you overheard and offered to tutor me! we'll spend some time here together for like a week or two and then bam, we start going out!" he explained with a grin.

you weighed out the options. eventually you'd have to talk about it with benjamin, but not if you had a boyfriend. and it'd solve james' problem too.

"fine, but we're establishing rules. like no kissing!" you explained quickly as james began to celebrate.

"no kissing? what're you? a nun? surely you've kissed someone before," he chuckled.

you remained quiet, struggling to meet his eyes. it wasn't for lack of wanting to—you just wanted your first kiss to be perfect and special.

"i want it to be special, okay?" you snapped quietly.

"okay, okay, understandable. what else?" he asked.

"we have to spend time together actually, and learn things about each other so we're not blindsided by questions. second, we can't tell anyone—what we're doing, it's so juvenile everyone would just laugh," you added. "and, we have to try to have dates together as much as we can, make it believable,"

james nodded to everything. "i agree. but i have rules too,"

you sighed. "okay, let's hear them,"

"you have to wear my quidditch jersey and attend my games, plus go to parties with me. and, you have to come with me to the quidditch end of year ball,"

the night was notorious for quidditch players sleeping with their significant others. it was meant for sixth and seventh years to attend a ball out of hogwarts, at some other school and chatting with international teams who were scouting for their next players. it was the beginning of the year and surely the ruse wouldn't last that long. which is the only reason you did this:

"okay," you nodded with a smile.

he stuck his hand out, grinning at you. you took his hand and shook it.

"so, we have a deal," he replied.

"we do, now let me finish this essay," you joked.

"yes, ma'am," he chuckled.

#james potter #marauders era #the marauders #harry potter #lily evans #james fleamont potter #james potter x reader #james x reader #james x you #jamespotter #request #x reader

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elizabeth-of-avonlea · 4 months ago

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warm tea

Pairing: Gilbert Blythe × fem!reader

Warning: sfw

Summery: You started to visit the Blythe household after Mary gave birth to Delphine. You don't see Gilbert during those visits because he's at Dr. Wards. But today, he came back early.

English isn't my first language, so don't be too harsh if you see grammar mistakes

Mary was asleep after finally managing to put Delphine to sleep. She was exhausted as you came, as usual after school, to the Blythe household, so you forced her to take a break while you made lunch for her, Delphine and Bash. He was outside, working on something.

You never minded helping. In fact, you loved it. It was nice to be helpful, especially to such a wonderful family as the Lacroix family. The soup would be done soon, and you'd wake Mary and call Bash in. After they ate, you would go home, do some house chores and homework, and then go to bed.

It wasn't like you visited every day. Maybe twice a week, maybe thrice. Depended on how much you had to do at home or how tired you were. Today was a wonderful day, though. You weren't tired at all after school, probably because nothing dramatic happened. No drama. And god knows how drama drains you.

You were too deep in your thoughts to notice the door opening. You were thinking of Anne and Diana. Of how tomorrow you would go into the forest and play another game that Anne would think of. Of how you couldn't wait to go home and lay in your armchair and do something silly and unimportant.

"Y/N"

You yelped, jumped back, and let them spoon fall as Gilbert stood not far away, equally surprised as you practically acramed. He was—even though it sounded ridiculous, considering that this is his house—the last person you expected to see. You quickly covered your mouth with your hands, recalling that Delphine was asleep. And then, to your horror, you heard her cry. Muttering something under your breath, you hurried to her before Mary would awake.

While holding Delphine in your arms and trying to calm her down, you thought of how foolish you looked a minute ago. Of course, Gilbert would be here. Why were you so shocked anyway? Well, maybe because he was never at home when you were visiting. He was at Dr. Wards, and he returned when you were usually gone. Usually. You forgot that he could even be at home when you were present.

Thankfully, Delphine fell asleep quite quickly, without waking Mary. You made your way back into the kitchen, where Gilbert was picking up the spoon and wiping away the soup that was on the spoon, which was now on the floor.

"No, no, let me do it" You hurried towards him.

"There’s no need in that. You let the spoon fall because of me. " He smiled. You couldn't argue with that. Whether that was his statement or his smile, you didn't know.

With a sigh, you checked on the soup. It would be done in 30 minutes or so. What would you do in the meantime? You never talked to Gilbert, not really. In class, maybe, when Anne was as always bickering with him. But otherwise? No. Gilbert was taking off his coat while your eyes saw a cup. Right! You could make him a cup or tea!

"Should I make you some tea?" You asked.

"That would lovely, thank you"

Making tea was easy, and the best part of it was that you could talk to him (asking how he wanted his tea) without bothering to think of a topic to talk about first. He sat at the table after he checked on Mary and Delphine. He was kind, and you liked that about him. You never understood why Anne seemed to dislike him so much. He was the only guy in your class who didn't give you a headache.

As you placed down the cup in front of him, you noticed that you had made a cup of tea for yourself as well. It was a habit, but you forgot to think if Gilbert even wanted to drink tea with you. And sitting down also ment talking about something. You didn't have that something to talk about. But thankfully, Gilbert spoke first.

"Have you studied for the test?" He asked while you seated on the opposite side of the table. You haven't in fact.

"Not really. I looked over it quickly. " Was that a lie, you wondered. Not really. Gilbert continued to talk. Meanwhile, you were stuck between listening and concentrating on his face. Since when does he have freckles? They were barely there, so faint. And, oh, that chin. He looked like he belonged in a dramatic fantasy novel where he was the prince and.. Ruby? Was the Princess.

Dammit, Ruby got her hands on him first, which was quite the shame.

"Are you — on Wednesday?" Gilbert asked, but you didn't hear him.

"Huh?"

"I was asking.." Gilbert now hesitated. Only then did you understand that whatever he asked took him a lot of courage, and now, to re-ask wasn't easy. "On Wednesday, after school, I could walk you here.. Of course, only if you're planning on visiting us that day. And, also, if you're up for it"

You were quiet for a moment. Walking, him, you, home? Wasn't that something couples did, or, well, a couple that clearly had romantic feelings for each other? You gulped. It was embarrassing to think of it. It was also embarrassing to look at him, so you looked down at the cup, and your face was flushed.

Ruby wouldn't forgive you that. Neither would Josie, Jane, or Tillie. But you really wanted to walk with Gilbert. He was sweet and fun, such a gentleman. Who wouldn't want to walk with him? But would that one walk be worth of being shut out from your friend group? But before you could decide, Bash walked in, all exhausted and sweaty.

"Phew, it's dreadfully hot out." Bash smiled, and then his eyes fell on both of them. On flushed you and on nervous Gilbert. "Did I miss something? Gilbert, you're home early"

Gilbert nodded while you stood up and checked on the soup again. You had to do something, anything, but look or think about Gilbert or his offer. Eventually, you told the boys that the soup would be done in 20 minutes. Then, with a few goodbyes, you left the Blythe household, not sure whether you made a mistake by not accepting Gilbert's offer.

#gilbert blythe x reader #anne with an e #gilbert blythe #romance #anne of green gables #fluff #x reader #fem reader

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margoteve · 2 months ago

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Kafka is strangely marketable

Rating: T

Summary: Kafka's adventure with marketing post Meireki.

A/N: I just have silly ideas XD I hope y'all enjoy it!

Read on AO3

Kafka stared at the mockup designs in front of him. There were keychains, apparel, plushies. He then stared at the stone faced Director General Itami. "What is it?" Kafka asked. "Official merchandise designs," Itami deadpanned. "M— merchandise?" He desperately hoped that was a mistake. He was seeing, he was hearing but he was not understanding. What?

"The PR and marketing departments decided it would be a good idea to make you the official," Director General sighed, as if the word was hard to swallow, "mascot of the Defence Force. You will need to sign a contract."

Kafka pointed at himself. "Me? A mascot?" During the Meireki fight he not only grew a foot taller, lost his human form for good but also definitely didn't look like a marketable plushie. The merch was divided into '2.0' and '1.0' of his forms. Next to him Mina was playing with a keychain-sized no. 8 'og' look plushie. Hoshina on the other side was fighting for his life. He was slowly losing that battle. He had turned himself slowly from the visiting Director General although his shoulders were shaking in terribly concealed fits of laughter. Kafka was sure there were tears running down his face. "Can I refuse?" Kafka asked, resigned. "You can negotiate." Meaning no, he couldn't just say no. "It's in your best interest."

The way Director General said that send cold shiver down his spine.

"Right. May I look at at the contract?"

Itami pushed the documents towards him.

Couple days later Kafka was contacted by the PR team that he was to do a photoshoot for promotional stuff. Captain and Vice-Captain of the Third accompanying him to it.

"Is this really necessary?" He looked to Mina at the studio.

"You're a hero now Kafka, it comes with a few new responsibilities," Hoshina said from his other side. "And you signed a contract."

Kafka tried not to glare at his Vice Captain. Hoshina sounded way too amused with all of this for Kafka's comfort.

"It's all part of promoting Defence Force and making sure people also accept you," Mina added.

"And you said you'd work off those broken drones!" Hoshina reminded him with glee.

Kafka sighed. "Alright, let's get over it."

In the end it wasn't all that bad, despite the photographer being a bit jittery with the prospect of photographing Kafka.

Another day, another kaiju to put down. Kafka stretched his arms ready to move out.

"Oh my god, is that kaiju number eight!?" Someone shouted behind him.

His head turned around. A group of four civilians with their phones out were looking right him. They seemed like tourists.

"Oh my god he is looking this way! Hii!!" one of them yelled and waved wildly in his direction.

Kafka was dumbfounded. Lost in how to react to that he just sort of waved back. It resulted with excited squeals.

Some officers ran up to them.

"This zone is off limits please head to shelter!" They instructed the small group and tried to usher them away.

The officers around him snickered. Kafka for once was glad that blushing didn't really show up on his skull face anymore...

"Mail!" The Defence Force Postal Services officer called as he entered the room.

A rush of the officers crowded around the cart as he handed out all the mail. Once everyone cleared up he wheeled his cart forward and paused by Kafka.

"Hey, Kafka," he said, then reached into his cart.

"Uh, hi?" Kafka looked up from the book he was reading. Suddenly a box filled with letters landed with a thud on the table.

"…what the-" he muttered. "Thanks." He told the officer.

The man nodded in return and pushed his cart forward.

"Whatcha got there, Old Man?" Iharu was immediately at his side, nosey about the box.

Kafka jumped a little. Seriously, did Furuhashi had some sort of teleportation power? A drama supersense? He always appeared where gossip worth things were happening.

"Just… mail. Why do you keep calling me old?" Kafka grumbled and reached inside the box pulling the first letter.

He sliced the envelope with his claw and looked inside. Just a letter. From who? He didn't recognise the name.

He started reading. It was just a simple thank you letter for beating the Meireki Daikaiju. Not so bad!

He opened another, very similar thing. Some were from kids, some from adults and some from teenagers. It felt nice. Some had cute art of him. It was flattering. Maybe this whole marketing stint wasn't all so bad!

Iharu, who volunteered to help him with the volume of letters, was getting bored. The young officer yawned as he tossed another letter to the side.

Suddenly, Furuhashi whistled and laughed.

"Man, people can be freaks," he said and showed Kafka the letter that got his attention.

Immediately, Kafka clocked the photo of a cleavage, a clipping of hair and then the bod— the text of the letter. His jaw hit the ground. Again, thank the gods a blush wasn't showing anymore on his face.

"Hey guys! Kafka got–!"

Kafka jumped and tackled Iharu. Too late though. The commotion brought the attention of other officers.

Was it too much to wish for another base raid now?

One evening Kafka walked into the common room and paused. He then walked out and walked in again. Pinched himself. Nope. He was not having hallucinations.

Every single person in the room had some form of official merch on their person. Iharu had a hoodie, Reno a floppy ear hat (except it was his paws), Aoi a T-shirt, Haruichi had a pair of black and electric blue shoes, Minase a metallic phone-case and Hakua had a hairband.

"Oh, hey Old Man!" Iharu looked up from the sofa. "Look what we have!" He pulled at his hoodie to display it better.

"What's this?" Kafka frowned. "Why are you all dressed in… that." He gestured widely to everyone.

"Marketing dropped by with samples!" Reno supplied the answer. "They said since we're same recruitment group, we got these for free in exchange for modeling."

"What?! I haven't heard anything!" He didn't get any free samples!

"They might have left some in your room," Reno suggested.

"Uwaa, that's embarrassing…" Kikoru spoke, standing next to him. "I can't imagine wanting anything with Hibino's face on."

"Didn't you get like 5 different keychains and phone charms?" Haruichi asked.

Kikoru burned a deep shade of red. "That's not for me! It's for my friends!"

"You have other friends than us?" Iharu blinked surprised. "Hey, guys! Shinomiya is cheating on us!"

"What did you say?!" She screeched.

Kafka sighed and went to check his room, while the younger officers bickered. Surely enough there was a package with his name on it.

He wasn't still sure of it but the sweatpants and hoodie were really comfy.

"Mail, Kafka."

"Thanks Takumi." Kafka picked up the usual box of fan mail from the Postal Officer, with whom he got on first name basis now.

He went through the usual nonsense but today he was looking for specific one. Ah, there it was.

A letter from a grateful mother, a child's art and a photo of a birthday party and Yukiko, the girl he saved that fateful night, with an large plush of number 8.

Maybe sometimes being so marketable wasn't all bad if it could make a person or two smile like that.

He carefully set the letter aside. This one he was going to keep.

Tag list:

@kafkahibinomybeloved @mechazushi @sonicasura @j4yslayz @quinowskie @ashiraismyname @iceclew

If anyone wants me to remove them from the list just lmk :)

#kafka hibino #hibino kafka #kn8 #kaiju no. 8 #kaiju number 8 #kikoru shinomiya #reno ich #iharu furuhashi #mina ashiro #soshiro hoshina #eve writes stuff

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ducktoo · 9 months ago

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Syncing Dream [Aespa x M!Reader]

17. Big bang

Note: What’s a good fluff without some angst, right? Welcome to Arc 3!

Masterlist here

The buzz of excitement surrounding aespa’s upcoming comeback, "Supernova," was palpable. The group was in full swing with high-energy rehearsals, promotional activities, and media appearances. Every member was eager and motivated, their enthusiasm infectious—except for Y/n, who was starting to feel the pressure of managing it all.

It wasn’t just any comeback. This was aespa’s first major project Y/n is with since their last hit, "Drama." Back then, Y/n had been new to the world of managing a high-profile group.

Just to recount his mistakes: overlooked details, misplaced props and costumes, and misjudged the balancing act of handling both the group’s needs and the management’s expectations…among other things.

The experience had been a steep learning curve, and Y/n had vowed never to mess up like that again. But now, with the weight of "Supernova" looming large, the pressure was back—and it was relentless.

“Y/n, please check through this.”

“Look over this again, please.”

“When can they be available for this shoot”

Y/n tried to manage it all, running through a mile-long to-do list each day. Yet, it felt like everything was slipping through his fingers. Meetings were getting missed, calls went unanswered, and small mistakes started to pile up. The perfection he was aiming for seemed further away with every passing hour.

“I will die of stress before I actually get a girlfriend…” Y/n complained. “Why does my perfection side is so stingy…”

In the middle of a particularly hectic day, Y/n stumbled into aespa’s practice room, his mind a whirlwind of incomplete tasks and urgent reminders. The members were deep into their dance practice, their movements precise and synchronized. Yet, the usual buzz of energy seemed overshadowed by a growing sense of concern for their manager.

Karina, noticing Y/n’s disheveled appearance and distracted demeanor, exchanged worried looks with the rest of the group. It was clear that the stress of managing to "Supernova" was taking a toll. The same dedication and enthusiasm that Y/n had once brought to the job now seemed overwhelmed by the weight of expectations and a relentless schedule.

“We need to do something,” Winter said quietly, her gaze following Y/n as he absently tapped away at his phone. “That idiot has been working so hard, and it’s starting to show.”

“Let’s try to lighten the mood,” Ningning suggested. “Maybe a bit of fun might help him relax.”

The members agreed, rallying together to devise a plan that would bring some levity into Y/n’s increasingly overwhelming days. They decided on a series of harmless pranks designed to elicit a genuine smile from their manager, hoping to lift his spirits and alleviate some of the stress.

Their first prank was an elaborate setup in Y/n’s office table (surprisingly, he does have one). The girls filled the room with balloons, covering every surface with bright, cheerful colors. When Y/n finally opened the door, he was greeted by a cascade of balloons tumbling out into the hallway.

Despite the initial laughter from the girls, Y/n’s expression remained strained. He looked around the balloon-filled room, his shoulders slumping slightly as he muttered, “This is… a lot.”

Next came the "fake meeting" prank. Ningning and Winter organized a mock emergency meeting, complete with exaggerated urgency and absurd scenarios. They managed to get Y/n to rush into a room, only to find it filled with the group, all of them giggling uncontrollably.

Though Y/n cracked a smile, the humor didn’t quite cut through his mounting stress. He rubbed his temples and said, “I appreciate the effort, but I really can’t afford to be wasting time right now.”

Finally, Karina took a more personal approach. She decided to write a series of humorous notes and stick them all over Y/n’s workspace. The notes were filled with exaggerated compliments and silly reminders, like “Don’t forget to breathe!” and “You’re a big boss in disguise!”

Though the gesture was heartfelt, the humor was lost on Y/n, who felt overwhelmed by the sheer volume of tasks. He took down the notes with a weary sigh, thinking, “I don’t know if this is helping or just making things more confusing.”

The members’ pranks, though well-intentioned, only seemed to add to Y/n’s sense of chaos. His stress was bubbling up, and the cracks were beginning to show. And then, the final straw came.

A small argument over scheduling became the breaking point.

Y/n was sitting at his spot, barely keeping it together when Karina walked up, holding a clipboard and asking about a last-minute change to their upcoming promotional event. Y/n, already stretched thin, didn’t even look up.

“Jimin, I’ve told you a hundred times, this isn’t feasible!” His voice came out sharper than he intended, but he was too far tired to notice.

Karina blinked, surprised by the intensity in Y/n’s tone. “I get that it’s tight, but we need to make this change if we want to get the timing right.”

Y/n finally looked up, his frustration evident. “I’m juggling a thousand things, Rina-ya. We can’t just change things on a whim because you think it’ll be better!”

The air in the room shifted, growing tense. Karina’s eyes narrowed slightly, her own frustration bubbling to the surface. “I’m not asking for a whim, Y/n. I’m asking because it is better. We need to be more flexible, or this comeback isn’t going to work.”

The argument escalated quickly. Y/n’s stress had reached a breaking point, and he found himself raising his voice more than he intended. “Ya, You think I don’t know that?! I’m trying to keep everything from falling apart, but every time I fix something, three more problems pop up! Do you know how much pressure I’m under right now?”

The tension in the room was thick. Karina took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. “And you think we’re not feeling that too? We’re just as invested in this comeback as you are, Y/n. But you’re shutting us out, and it’s not helping. Also, Ya? I'm older than you, Jung Y/n”

Y/n’s hands trembled slightly as he ran a hand through his hair. “Shutting you out? I’m trying to keep us on track! Every time I turn around, there’s another issue to solve, and now you want to add more to my plate? And you think I care about that right now when the work is chewing me out?”

Karina, usually calm and collected, finally snapped. “Maybe if you listened to us instead of thinking you have to do everything alone, we wouldn’t be in this situation!”

Karina sighed, before giving an ultimatum. “This is why we don’t hire manager with no experience.”

There was a moment of silence, a charged stillness that made everyone in the room hold their breath. The argument had reached a point of no return, and Y/n felt something inside him snap.

“Y- y/n, I didn’t mean to-“

Without saying another word, Y/n abruptly stood up from his spot, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. His eyes were filled with frustration and exhaustion. “I can’t— I need some air,” he muttered, his voice low but heavy with emotion.

Before anyone could respond, Y/n turned and bolted out of the room, leaving Karina and the rest of aespa standing there in stunned silence.

The door slammed shut behind him, blocking the worried Winter who was chasing after him. The echo seemed to hang in the air like a physical weight. The members exchanged worried glances, unsure of what to do next.

“Did that… just happen?” Giselle asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Karina stood frozen, still processing what had just unfolded. The tension that had been simmering for days had finally boiled over, and it left an uneasy silence in its wake.

Ningning, who had been standing by the door, sighed heavily. “This isn’t good. Y/n-oppa never walks out like that.”

Karina bit her lip, guilt gnawing at her. “I didn’t mean for it to get that heated. I just… I don’t know.”

The room was thick with unspoken emotions, and for the first time in a long while, the group felt unsure about their next steps. The light-hearted banter and pranks from earlier now felt like distant memories.

They had wanted to help Y/n relax, but in their attempt to lighten the mood, things had spiraled out of control. Now, with their manager storming out, it was clear that this wasn’t just a bad day—this was the beginning of a much deeper problem.

The silence in the practice room felt suffocating as the members processed the fallout. Karina, usually the one to keep everything steady, now found herself grappling with the uncomfortable realization that things were falling apart.

And no one knew how to fix it.

Y/n rushed out of the building, the cool evening air hitting his face as he tried to catch his breath. His heart was racing, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts. He couldn’t believe he’d snapped like that—especially at Karina. But the pressure had been mounting for weeks, and today had finally pushed him over the edge.

He really didn't want to. He's usually good at keeping under pressure, but somehow his chase to perfection chewed him from the inside.

Standing alone in the empty parking lot, Y/n felt a knot of anxiety tightening in his chest. He knew he’d messed up, and the weight of his responsibilities felt heavier than ever. How had things gotten so bad? How had he lost control?

As he stood there, staring up at the darkening sky, Y/n realized that this was more than just a bad day. This was the beginning of something that could tear the group apart if they weren’t careful.

And for the first time, Y/n sobbed, wasn’t sure if he could handle it.

“Y/n?” It was Jihoon, the manager for NCT Dream. He had been walking past when he heard the commotion.

Jihoon took one look at Y/n’s sobbing face and walked over, concern in his eyes. “Hey, you good, man? You look like you’ve been through it.”

Y/n let out a shaky breath, running a hand through his hair. “I’m fine. Just… a lot on my plate right now.”

Jihoon wasn’t buying it. “Come on. We’ve all been there. What happened?”

Before Y/n could answer, Minji, Red Velvet’s manager, appeared from around the corner, also drawn by the sound of the argument. Her eyes widened when she saw Y/n looking visibly shaken. “Y/n, what’s going on? We heard the argument. Are you okay?”

Y/n slumped against the wall, letting out a deep sigh. “I just… I messed up. Everything’s piling up, and I blew up at Karina - we both blew up - over a stupid schedule change. I didn’t mean to—”

“Whoa, whoa,” Jihoon interrupted, holding up his hands. “It’s not stupid if it’s bothering you this much. Managing a comeback is no joke, especially after something like Drama. We all know that.”

Minji crossed her arms, leaning against the wall next to him. “It’s not easy juggling everything. But you can’t do this alone. I get it, you don’t want to mess up, but trying to carry all that weight by yourself? It’s gonna break you.”

Y/n groaned, rubbing his temples. “I just… I don’t want to let them down again. Not after last time. And it took me too long to earn Rina's trust and I managed to mess it up.”

“You won’t,” Jihoon said firmly. “You’re already doing better than you were back then. But you’ve got to ask for help. That’s what the team’s for.”

Minji nodded in agreement. “They’re there for you, Y/n. And I bet Karina didn’t mean to push you either. Sometimes stress makes everything feel bigger than it is.”

Y/n shook his head, guilt weighing heavy on his chest. “I snapped at her. She was just trying to help, and I made it worse.”

"Let's calm it down for a few days, and go apologize to her ok?" Minji pat his back. "Coming it now might actually start a fire here."

"What a time to joke." Y/n popped a chuckled through his tears. "I'll try to work it out."

#aespa #aespa x reader #aespa giselle #kpop #aespa karina #aespa ningning #aespa winter #karina #ningning #giselle #aespa x you #aespa x male reader #kim minjeong #aeri uchinaga #ning yizhuo #yoo jimin #x reader

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sweet-art-o-mine · 9 months ago

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HI POOKS EBTUI5JEVTJWGUESN

Is it okay to request some Yuuji x chubby reader ff? I dont really mind if it's smut or fluff, but it would br nice if it's both! TANKEW KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK MWAH

[[I’m so sorry this is like a billion years (9 months oops—) late. I got sad again, gang. Also started college again, and got super busy. I’m writing this like a fever dream at 3am, so I hope you can forgive any mistakes, or ooc moments. This idea was surprisingly difficult because I didn’t want to make it seem like size was an issue for the characters, and I don’t usually include body size indicators when I write haha but I really did try. I hope you can enjoy this little drabble of Yuuji being a total sap for his pretty gf while I get my writing mojo back! - Ami]]

Loverboy (Yuuji Itadori/Reader)

Summary: Yuuji loves his pretty girlfriend…maybe a little too much? Word Count: 1.2k Warnings: NSFW (slightly), slight implied affectionate obsession

There was something about the plush thick of your thighs that practically had Yuuji salivating. His hands run the expanse of your soft tummy, cuddled up to your side like he was glued to you, but his eyes focus in on the little glimpses he catches of your legs under your shorts.

His teeth sink into the skin of his bottom lip, wishing he was brave enough to try and pull you impossibly closer - to grip you by the dip in your thighs and slot himself between your legs for the comfiest cuddle in the world.

The thought of your weight pressing down on him sounded so comforting, and the idea of your soft skin against his own could send him into orbit. If he thought about it for too long, he worried he wouldn’t be able to keep himself under control.

He swallows thickly after another failed attempt to rip his attention away from your bottom half, completely unsuccessful at paying attention to the movie you picked out. I mean, honestly, how could you expect him to watch some silly drama when your cute ass was literally right there? Looking at you was way more interesting than any movie.

He still couldn’t believe you had agreed to that first date with him almost six months ago. He had almost fallen down a flight of stairs chasing after you just to beg for your number. He would’ve groveled at your feet for a chance, honestly. He balked when you turned him down at first - if you looked closely enough, you could probably see his heart shattering into a million pieces - but his invitation to the tiny, family-owned movie theater in the next town over wasn’t the most comfortable date idea.

As much as you liked the idea of getting to know the guy who nearly cried when the words, “sorry, but…” left your pretty lips, the theater chairs were too small and dug into the flesh of your thighs, or the arm rests pressed against your sides in a way that had you constantly shifting to at least feel a little less squished.

Thankfully he seemed to catch on pretty quickly, because he almost instantly suggested coffee instead (after pulling himself together). To which, you agreed.

And nearly half a year later, Yuuji was still obsessed with you; the curve of your hips, the softness of your tummy, and the squish of your thighs. God, you were perfect.

He slides his arms a little further around your waist, pulling you closer with practiced ease, like you weighed nothing. He presses a kiss to the space between your shoulder blades, unable to properly put his feelings into words, even now. But that was okay, he had always been particularly good at showing it.

“Hm?” You hum to get his attention, eyes never leaving the TV screen as you question his sudden display of affection. The only answer you get is another kiss to the round of your shoulder, and you turn your head to glance back at him, letting your curiosity get the better of you. “Yuuji?”

“Sorry,” He mumbles against your skin, pressing a few other quick kisses to your back and shoulder - daring enough to briefly kiss the back of your neck. His bouts of sudden affection were something you were no stranger to, but your eyes meet his without hesitation, and you pause briefly and the way his pupils are blown wide with adoration as he looks at you.

“Are you okay?” You can’t help but ask, like you can’t believe he’s looking at you with that much love in his eyes. No one had ever looked at you like that before Yuuji. Somehow, he made you feel so unbelievably loved, and you weren’t sure you did anything in particular to deserve that.

Of course, to him, you didn’t have to. “Fine,” he answers, shifting behind you just enough to lift his upper half, leaning over your side to kiss at your cheeks, slowly gravitating lower until he reaches the corner of your lips. “You look so pretty…”

“I’m just wearing shorts and a tee-shirt,” you giggle softly, turning your head until your lips meet his in a chaste kiss. “Nothing special,” you muse. He doesn’t seem to care that it’s ’not special’. Just the fact that you’re his girlfriend is special enough to make him feel like he was going crazy.

The way your eyes soften as you look at him, and your pretty lips pull into a smile, paired with your slightly-exposed-but-far-too-tempting skin does something to his brain. He felt like he was melting, every breath leaving him pliant in your hands. A willing victim to your killing beauty.

His heart is beating loudly in his chest, and his blood seems to be rushing lower before he even notices. For some reason, his brain briefly conjures the image of the first time he really kissed you and tortures him with the reminder of how he finished in his pants just from the feeling of making out with you.

He tries to subtly shift his hips away from you, not wanting you to notice the quickly growing arousal in his shorts, but you knew him too well, and a playful smile creeps up on your pretty features.

“You know...you don’t seem fine,” you hum, quickly glancing him over as heat saturates his reddened cheeks. His hormones always seemed to get the best of him when he was so close to you - constantly at war with wanting to be so close to you it would be nearly impossible to separate, and the fact that if he dared to get to close, he’d be playing peek-a-boo with his erections.

“Totally fine,” he replies, attempting to sound cool and collected as he rips his gaze away from you to stare aimlessly at the TV. The TV he was very obviously not paying any attention to despite gazing straight at it like he was paid to do so.

“Feeling hot?” You try to suppress a little laugh, obviously finding his surprisingly innocent reactions adorable. You shift on the couch to face him before sitting up, straddling his legs in a way that instantly has his eyes wide and mouth open.

He almost protests - you shouldn’t be on top of him like that, you obviously look too good! What if his brain turns to jelly because of you? What will he do if Gojo-sensei and the others make fun of him for getting even dumber?

He can feel his heart racing, brain imagining a mile a minute; your flushed, ecstasy-filled face, his cock pressed deep into you. He can almost imagine what your voice would sound like as you climaxed when the touch of your hand dancing around the waistband of his pants snaps him out of his daydreams.

“Wha—? Wait!” He almost whimpers, face hot as he watches you slip your hand under his shirt, lightly tracing the definition of his abdomen before drawing closer to the start of his happy trail poking out of his shorts. “Oh, God,” his breath hitches in his throat as he looks at you, and he’s practically twitching in his pants with anticipation for what you might do next. He could feel the growing dampness in his underwear. “Are you sure…?”

His whole body twitches under your touch as you slip your hand into his shorts. “Let me make your dreams come true?”

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suusoh · 7 months ago

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Monster Drag Race headcanons

ola. remember how I said i will not be monster posting? yeah me too <3

I first thought of Johan as the lipsync assassin, but he rarely makes it into the bottom with his runway looks. So maybe the only time he does lipsync is for his legacy

that being said, lipsync assassin either goes to miss Nina fortner (stunt queen <33), Lunge (captures the vibes and emotions of the song, so he knows if its supposed to be an emotional, comedic, sassy, etc.), or Grimmer (knows how to make the judges and ru laugh and grab their attention)

Eva heinemman is not a lipsync assassin but does have one lipsync that's more iconic than other seasons before or after her.

that being said about who the lipsync assassins, Johan is a RUNWAY QUEEN. Looks are always snatched and gags international audiences everywhere. (he gives me very violet chachki vibes <3)

Speaking of Johan, his most viewed video is in the reading challenge

reads queens to FILTH. There's 30 minute compilations of him on youtube just absolutely reading the fuck out of everyone. It's shocking how fast and accurately he reads. Not even cocky or smirky. He's just reading casually.

LUNGE WINS SNATCH GAME. HANDS DOWN 🙌 went toe to toe with Johan. Although both embodied their character to a T, Johan bantering along as his character and his answers always hit, his character is a bit popular and could be played by another queen as well. Whereas Lunge wins because the character he chose is slightly more specific and does things that make people convinced that only Lunge could be able to pull off that snatch game character.

Grimmer gives me comedy queen vibes. Very unserious, very silly. Very Tammy Brown, Jimbo, Tia Kofi, Jinx, or Bob. Grimmer also wins miss congeniality.

Some might say Kenzo for congeniality.... but Kenzo is more on the lowkey. Also sided with and defended the wrong queen in the early parts of the season when he was still playing it safe. Acknowledges his mistake in All Stars

Some might say Nina too, but surprisingly, I wouldn't put Nina under there because Nina can cuss a bitch out if needed but it's super rare (has a full on blown out argument with Johan and it's featured on Untucked) and lowkey throws shade all the time (think that Rose moment where Kandy muse asked "do you think I'm arrogant?" and rose answering "a little bit." without missing a beat HAHAHHAHAHAH)

SPEAKING OF DRAMA MOMENTS.

who are the most dramatic queens? Johan, Bonaparta, Eva, and Roberto.

Johan intentionally causes drama lowkey. institagates fights and stuff. Everyone, including the audience barely realise how some fights among contestants are from Johan's doing.

Bonaparta unintentionally becomes the "everyone vs. _____" queen (Laganja, Mimi Imfurst, Serena Cha Cha, Aiden Zhane, Kandy Muse) HFDSHJFAF. He's trying to defend himself but the girls are circling around him 😭 becomes the most hated queen for a while.

Eva intentionally causes drama but HIGHKEY. Starts drama because the producers told her to and she knows that this is reality tv so might as well give the audience what they really came here for. People love her for it because it's iconic when she does it.

Roberto also intentionally causes drama, thinking he's cool and lowkey like johan, but ends up being highkey about it. People hate him for it. Does not look cool at all and comes off as attention seeking and cringe. comments section is filled with "they really thought they ate that..." "go girl give us NOTHING 😍", branded as the delusional queen JSKFHHJJJAHAJA

Karl shares an almost friendly and honest moment with Johan. Audience becomes GAGGED when Johan eliminates him out. (Johan being Johan, there will be fans defending the moment saying "it was a long time coming" or "Johan was right. next week is about the top queens now, and Karl just does not cut it.")

Along with Nina, miss LOTTEEEEEEE calls out johan from time to time. She may look like a safe queen, but she knows when Johan is being shady. People quote her all the time.

Lotte is an underrated queen. Might have been playing it safe with her looks and even made it to the bottom two a lot in the early seasons, but miss m'am came to play later on. Unexpected queen slayer later on in the seasons. Fans love her redemption.

Jan Suk gets eliminated early, but was pretty wholesome while he was there. Probably becomes a meme, despite not being a popular queen who stays long. ("miss vanjie")

Johan does NOT win drag race. He self eliminates Ben de la Creme style. Some people online say it's cause he just didn't want to be in the show anymore and is tired, some say that he did it because he knew Nina would be eliminated so he gave himself, some say it's a political statement against the show and how he doesn't agree with the staging and fakeness of everything. But it's a fourth secret option that we will never know. (turns out he just got eliminated over breaking a small technical error staying past the cast curfew in the hotel. Technical guidelines put that to prevent queens from cheating and working on their dresses or outsourcing outside the show. Also it turns out he was taking a massive smoke break (which is also breaking anotherpolicy in the hotel 😭 aFDSF) he just voted himself to make his elimination look iconic )

to this day fans keep saying Johan was robbed of the crown (no tf he wasn't.)

start drama in the comments <33

#monster anime #johan liebert #nina fortner #kenzo tenma #wolfgang grimmer #eva heinemann

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nipotazzi · 5 months ago

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Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. - Chapter 1

"C’mon, Lusk! It's just a little jump!”

“We’ll be here to grab you in case something goes wrong, sweetie!”

The little child looked all the way up there: his mothers were just ahead, he only needed to make a smooth super jump to reach them. He tries to calculate the distance and necessary strength for it, but for some reason, the results are utterly inconclusive.

“No silly math! You just have to do it!”

Silly? Math isn't silly. Still, maybe momma Pearl was right: he just had to try it, if he wanted to succeed.

Lusk takes a deep breath, one of the first behavioral lessons given him by the creator to ease himself to calm… and begins to run, faster and faster with each consecutive step!

Halfway through, he quickly changes into his very small swim form, then charges the tentacles like a spring… and jumps!

He makes sure to not use his floating abilities in this form to cheat, and while taking this precaution Lusk realizes that he's already far, far high in the air: He's so much faster than gravity! He can do it! He can reach them!!

He's… slowing down.

He can't do it.

That shouldn’t have happened. It wouldn’t have happened if…

No. Take a deep breath.

Smollusk knows that they will just say something along the lines of “better than nothing at all,” and that he’ll “get better at it in no time, you just need to try it more.”

Disheartened, but resigned to such a result, like always, he begins to float towards them in order to avoid the fall.

But something tugs his tentacles.

He looks down, and sees a chain, as long as his sight can go, attached to his body.

Lusk immediately tries to slip away from it, but nothing happens. His small size cannot handle the sudden extreme weight brought upon it. He searches upwards, starting to grow scared, but the only thing that exchanges his pleading eyes… are the disappointed and clearly annoyed looks on the faces of his mothers.

“C-creator! CREATOR!! HELP ME!”

“...why?”

“W-what?”

“Yeah, why should we?”

Lusk freezes, terrified of the cold tone of her creator.

“Look, Marina! Little kid can't even make a jump this easy. I'm soooo embarrassed to think that we’ve been taking care of such a monstrous failure.”

“Oh, Pearlie, no need to be so rude. We all know that this… mistake… is just one delusion after the other.”

“N-no! No!! I'm not a mistake! I-I’ll be better, I promise! Please!!”

“Are you crying now? Tsk-tsk… how pathetic. Let's go, Rina, don't even look at it.”

“Make way… I don’t want to stay a millisecond longer than I need to.”

“NO! WAIT! WAAIIIITTT!!!”

Lusk falls down, the chain trapping him tighter. It's a bottomless fall, where his screams could echo for eternity. There is nothing else, but the weight of his failures, bringing him down.

Rating:

Not Rated

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories:

F/F

Gen

Fandom:

Splatoon (Video Games)

Relationship:

Marina/Pearl (Splatoon)

Characters:

Agent 8 (Splatoon)

Dedf1sh | Acht (Splatoon)

Pearl (Splatoon)

Marina (Splatoon)

Order | Smollusk (Splatoon)

The Heavenly Melody (Splatoon)

Additional Tags:

Christ(squid)mas special

half wholesome half angst with a good ending

self trauma due to personal delusions

Angst with a Happy Ending

Family Feels

Family Bonding

Family Drama

Family Dynamics

first time moms

Post-Splatoon 3: Side Order

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Language: English

Summary: Pearl and Marina are always trying to be the best moms a kid could ever wish for, and if there is something that they really don't want to mess up… is their Lusk's first experience of the most wonderful time of the year! But will the family be able to help him work trough his own fears at the strongest that they have ever been?

Happy New Year everyone! As always, comments, reblogs, and feedback are appreciated. Have a good day!

#writing #fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 link #splatoon #side order #pearl houzuki #marina ida #pearlina #off the hook #agent 8 #acht dedf1sh #smollusk #symphony in fortissimo agitando

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a-song-upon-the-waves-wishclan · 9 months ago

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What are the clangen blogs that you like the most? Im asking this since I just discovered Tumblr, and I’m wondering what blogs should I check out first (there’s so many of them)

Also I absolutely adore your blog already! Great art and story. Keep up the work man 👍

Omg! Thank you so much for the compliment! It means a lot.. <33

I tend to hang in the " lasted" section of the clangen tag...trying to upvote and follow other smaller blogs.

@whistleclangen - AMAZING ART! Isnt afrad to add funny little moments in their comic/meme around/or make their characters look a little silly... They are super chill, nice and so freaking talented!! You wont be disappointed.

@direclan - Amazing art! (you are gonna hear that a lot! I adore a lot of these art styles! <3) They update pretty often! And they know their own characters so damn well! I have no idea where they're getting the energy from. You will absolutely fall inlove with mustache-cat! (and their poor med-cat.) @shadow-in-the-blizzard - Horror blog! I love that they have decided to for something with body-horror, mystery and the paranoia that ANYONE can be infected! You will def lose the chara you got attached to. T_T

@the-tale-of-stingrayclan They have such a special art style! I absolutely adore it!! I love it when people arent afraid to give their cats hair, tufts or any other trait that adds character! Keeps a lot of future cats/cats in general from looking the same. (Clangen only has so-so many pelt colours..)

@attempts-of-fawnclan -YOU WILL GET ATTACHED TO THESE CHARACTERS! Their artstyle is super special! I think it is amazing that they seem to be doing all their art in MS Paint??? I could never...

@sapling-clangen - Cute art, friendly, amazing story and super supportive? Like, they followed me and stuff when I pretty much just 'joined' this side of tumblr!?!? The character development is just... chef's kiss! same for that story.

@cutieclangen - Omggggg! Where do I even start? AMAZING ART! Super friendly, nice and just... that story! they arent sad to dip into drama, but you will get so absorbed into every aspect...

@hound-mutt - Their story has just started, but I am already kinda invested.

@yewtreeclangen - Adding someone's other clan! this is equally good to their other story. <3

@turkeypawed - Story has just started, but the owner is pretty chill! I cant wait for their story to continue.

I apologize for any typos of mistakes! My condition gives me quite a bit of writing issues. ^^;

Edit; I have probably forgotten some amazing blogs! I do have a lot of 'faves' and liked ones! I dont think i could add absolutely everyone of them here.

#clangen #not wishclan #Asks #other clans #other blogs #follow them! they are all genuinely amazing #kind and chill people!#answered

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yonypj · 2 months ago

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Okay then, I was thinking about this actively so I wanted to make a scenario!

SFW

The day is peaceful, too peaceful for Mr. Ring a Ding's taste, who is bored as hell, the poor guy just walks from one side of the projection room to the other thinking about what to do to have at least a little fun, all the film reels have already been watched and he knows all the scenes by heart!

Then he hears the door open and an excited smile crosses his round face, there you are with some spools in your hand as you walk through the door, smiling at him when you see him, laughing lightly through his crooked-lipped face and floating hearts around him. "Oh sweet pie! have you come to save me from my boredom?" he tells you, walking towards you while hugging your waist, "are you bored? why don't you help me and poor Mr. Pye clean the spools huh?" as soon as you finish the string of words, you feel him slide to the floor complaining and whining, rolling his eyes and just ignoring the dramatic show he gives there on the floor.

As soon as you put the film reels on the table and look at him again, a laugh escapes your throat, Mr. Ring a Ding having become a liquid puddle on the floor, complaining and grumbling about how cleaning is boring and not a job for someone like him. "Alright alright, no drama then why just follow me huh? Or watch me clean things and talk if that satisfies your boredom" you smile, putting your hands on your waist as you watch him form into a "solid" shape but still on the floor, "oh my moonlight,I could even go with you but the prospect is killing me, why don't you carry me? Pleaaase~" a smile crosses his features, raising his arms and opening and closing his hands.

Sighing, you just pick him up, already accustomed to his dramatic shows and his exaggerated way of dealing with boredom. As soon as you pick him up, you feel several kisses being repeatedly planted on your face, on your lips, forehead, nose and everywhere he can reach. His comical and specific laugh is heard between the sounds of "Muuuuah!" and "pops!" that the hearts around him make when they explode. "Ah! sto-" Your words are cut off by his kisses, you just start laughing as your face heats up, "oh you know~ I can't resist a beauty like you, my sweetie~".

So again I'm not a native English speaker so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes! I just did this with a silly scenario I created so I hope it's good!

if you have any ideas that you want to be written for mr ring a ding let me know! I would love to do it [no nsfw pls]

#mr ring a ding #doctor who #mr ring a ding x reader #lux imperator x reader #lux doctor who #lux imperator #doctor who lux #x reader

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corvus-frugilegus · 4 months ago

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OC Tag game

Ty for the chance to babble about Nazri 🥺 @rookamell @flowersforthemachines @rookinthecrownest @teyrnacousland

Tagging: @ofcrowsanddragons @covertleathers @pavuslavellan

General

Name: Nazri Mercar (Jackdaw before they were adopted)

Alias: Rook, Naz, Jackdaw, A few Shadow Dragon code names over the years including a three month stint as 'Comrade Loaves' (not by choice)

Gender: Non-binary, sometimes thinks genders a little silly but appreciates that it brings some people joy

Age: 34-35, they have a birthday at some point over the events of the game

Place of Birth: Lowtown Ventus (coolest place in Tevinter if you ask them)

Spoken Languages: Trade, Orlesian, a bit of Tevene, slowly picking up bits of Antivan

Sexual Orientation: Ehhh [wavey hand gesture]. (bi but demi, so the ehhh is a surprise when it happens?)

Occupation: Shadow Dragon, wanted criminal, Line Cook, Baker, Prep Cook, Dishwasher, Server, that one weird summer they helped out a carpenter.... It turns out Shadow Dragoning doesn't pay so well, especially not in their early days. Naz has worked in kitchens all over Tevinter at this point. They're also from a family of bakers originally and used to help out until things went south and they ended up with the Mercars.

Favourites

Colour: Red and turquoise, the shadows really nailed their colour pallet.

Entertainment: WICKED GRACE. They're a bit of a card shark and prone to cleaning people out.

Pastime: Baking, reading, fighting, piano, Causing Problems On Purpose

Food: Za'atar Manakeesh, Lamb Mantu, Fresh bread

Drink: COFFEE. Shitty Ale.

Books: Romance and Horror. They have a lot to discuss with Bellara.

Have They…

Passed University: Yes! They even reached the rank of enchanter in the Vyrantium circle.

Had Sex: Yeah!

Had Sex in Public: ...In a Chantry Even. 💀

Gotten Tattoos: They've got a huuuge snake snaking up their arm that's nicely and "Venhedis" poked into their thigh by a fellow shadow during a particularly long and dull stakeout. It's starting to fade but the memory is fond.

Gotten Piercings: Yeah, but they have a few flat studs in their ears

Gotten Scars: MANY. They lost their birth family in a Gaatlok blast and have burn scars all over their right side. Plus lots of knicks and scapes and cuts over the years in the shadows. One particularly bad stab scar on their left hip.

Had a Broken Heart: Big Tiiiiime. After Ashur they were pretty sure they'd already found their 'big romantic love' and it was all a wash from there. That was thankfully mostly the drama of youth. But it turns out your heart can keep breaking years later, him getting blighted really opened up an old wound.

Been in Love: Presently Lucanis! He really took them by surprise. They'd heard of his work and knew they'd share an interest in killing Venatori...and then he was warm and funny and caring and very quickly became a person they felt like they could rely on. He's their best friend that they get to kiss sometimes. It's sentimental as hell but he's their home.

Before Lucanis, they'd had a long relationship with Ashur- they broke it off around 5 years before the start of the Veilguard. The tension of their different places in the world, where they each thought the Shadows should put their focus, and having to keep things very quiet because of his position in the world all led to it breaking. But for a very long time they were really happy together. The heartbreak stung. It still does, they never quite found their footing as friends. (Nazri is terrified of losing Lucanis like this, still loving him but not being able to stand being in a room with him. They don't want to repeat the mistakes they made with Ashur.)

Are They…

A cuddler: Like living velcro.

Scared easily: Jumpy, but not like actually scared.

Jealous easily: Nah. Crippling Fomo problem though.

Trustworthy: Yes! They're pretty golden retriever coded.

Family

Siblings: None! A whole wack of cousins though. And lots of aunties, uncles, and cousins who aren't actually related. Mercar family gatherings are more like a Block party.

Parents: Charon Mercar found them in the Ventus streets trying to run a grift when they were a kid. As a gay man who didn't particularly want to get straight married for legacy or whatever, he thought this scrappy kid might do the job. They love each other even if they haven't seen each other much since Nazri joined up with the Shadows. They're looking forward to seeing him once the gods are dealt with.

Children: Undecided! They would in the right situation but that hasn't been their life so far.

Pets: Lucanis's snake!! They also have been adopted by a few of the strays of Minrathous— Most notable among them Archon Radpawnis.

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whatawhim · 2 months ago

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Goodbye Generation 3

Back in February 2023 I wrote I found Generation 2 long and packed well, I didn't see Generation 3 coming...! I played rotationally this time as well but looking back and seeing all my screenshots again (it's literally so many omg) I think it was a mistake 😅 More about it under the cut! Time for the "brief" generation rundown:

Once rebel Yara graduated university and even though there were some issues, she and Travis grew together. Sofi left us prematurely but will always be remembered! Troublesome older sibling Benjamin stepped up then stepped down to marry his highschool sweetheart he cheated with and previously cheated on (you can't even make this up)! His luck is incredible 😒

Our main character, younger sibling Kian grew up to be a genius who prioritized work for much of his life but everything changed when little Gemma appeared out of thin air (literally). He became a full-time parent (all thanks to his well-off family, see Yara didn't searched the jungle a gazillion times for nothing) and created a true bond with his daughter :') His lovelife didn't take off like his rocketship or flourished like his family life but there's plenty of time for that later 👀

See you in Generation 4!

So about the rotation gameplay:

Don't get me wrong! I enjoyed playing all the households and drama but I don't think I was able to focus on the main household and its goals fully because of it, you know? Not to mention that posting the side families too made this generation drag and become longer than I thought it was going to be...

Considering how many times I stopped posting then started again (at least 3 times 😭 and never because I didn't want to play the game or anything, it was irl issues all times) I'm surprised I could go through with it and I can wrap it up somewhat nicely.

This is why I think I'm going to play multiple households in the future but won't post them regularly, just post an overview of what happened with them or select certain parts of their lives to post here and there, I have not decided about that yet. But as there are 4 Sims (Gemma, Jade, Jasper, Farrah!) to follow in the next generation, I simply cannot post every little thing that happens to every single Sim. That's not fair to the heir and I will never finish this legacy that way 🤡 so I don't know what exactly will happen but let's hope Gen 4 will go smoothly and quicker? 🤞🏻

Either way, thank you for your support of this silly little simblr ❤ I love you all!

-rienn

#lfs: 3 #This was the longest post ever I'm so sorry #I don't fault you if you don't read it all #It's not necessary!#Point is this was great and I'm happy to be here :)

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A list of types of people I completely despise:

1. zoophiles

2. pedophiles

3. rapists

4. proshippers and anyone who supports/promotes incest

5. people who do drugs for fun and also pushes people into it "cause it's fun"

6. people who cry about their problems but don't even try to fix them

7. people who make everything a competition

8. people who bring race, gender, nationality and anything like that into fights (that's not a valid argument you dumb fuck)

9. people who fake mental illness, lie about their life and stuff like this (people actually go through shit. fucking shut up)

10. rich people (they always have an annoying personality)

11. these brainlets that sais "my mental illness is so silly/makes me look hot" (you don't fucking know the hell people with real problems go through)

12. people who have everything they want/their life is perfect but they try to find any minor inconvenience to cry about

13. pedobaiters/zoobaiters (understandable from point 1 and 2)

14. people who have fucked up fetishes/kinks but not as a coping mechanism (like being into mentally ill people or liking age playing)

15. people who like olives (sorry this one is a joke. I just don't like olives. moving on...)

16. people who think all cases of murders are bad and immoral

17. people who say "at the end of the day we all bleed red" (yes, we all are humans but some of us are bad and some are good. fucking put your brain at work)

18. people who destroy their life on purpose to attention farm

19. narcissistic and histrionic people (not a problem with you personally as long as your actions don't affect someone else. fucking stop putting innocent people down)

20. teachers. yes. all of them. no exceptions

21. people who can't see the bad things behind immigrants (think about it cause this is NOT about the families and people who are trying to live a better life)

22. people who make kids without wanting them even tho in their country abortion is legal (this is more about these women who make children then hate them or dads that leave)

23. people who don't believe in mental health

24. people who support patriarchy (it's 2025 and we still didn't evolved)

25. people who make fun of others for doing mistakes/typos in English (Emily, not everyone is American. get out of your bubble or attend geography classes for once)

26. sensitive people (and by this I mean these who call everything asianfishing, racist, anything chronically online like that)

27. religion wars (can we fucking accept already that we come from various places with different backgrounds? of course we are different you stupid shit)

28. also people who push their religion on others (it literally doesn't work like that)

29. people who talk with so much pride about their religion but they did all the sins in their book

30. presidents and anyone who works in the governments (no exceptions. they're all liars and money hungry)

31. people who sais they're broke (or really are broke) but have enough money to buy themselves expensive stuff (buy yourself some food, you're dumb?)

32. only fans influencers (men and women. men and women. exception: cases where money is really really needed and employment doesn't pay you enough because of this fucked up economy we live in)

33. people who get in relationships because "they're bored" or "needed a plot"

34. people who sexualize sex (it sounds hypocritical but I'm more talking about these sex workers or these who fuck around for fun. bring back seeing sex as something that bounds your soul to the person you love even if it's before marriage or you change partners. shit happens in life and it's understandable)

35. people who pick on others for no reason

36. people who do bad rage baits (bring back pineapple on pizza type rage baits)

37. people who try to be edgy (no one is scared of you, fuck ass. calm down)

38. people who get in dramas that aren't theirs

39. people who support the bad sides of AI (like using it to generate nudes of someone or to put down artists)

40. people who don't listen the others' part of story (misunderstanding or misinformation exists, dumbass)

41. people who put their partners over their kids but also people who totally forget about their partners after they get kids

42. people who get married too fast (you don't know what might wait for you after the wedding. wait. life isn't that short)

43. people who judge others for things that don't affect them

44. people who glamorise bad people/actions for no reason at fucking all

45. people who try to be something they aren't (for example forcing yourself to listen to a type of music you don't like just because you want to be tuff. literally just stfu)

46. people who put labels by how someone looks like

47. popular people (most of them have fucked up personalities)

48. people who start fights they can't handle

49. people who sees your warning about your mental health but then expect you to act like a normal person

50. people who sais an artist's songs aren't good just because their reputation is problematic

51. people who put labels on people because of their past

52. people who make lgbt their whole personality (you know what I'm saying)

53. people who promote shit like pornography to kids/on apps frequented by minors

54. people who make out in public

55. people who act like they know everything but you can tell they know shit when they start to talk about a subject

56. posers.

57. people who follow trends and make a big deal out of it (excessively)

58. people who hates kids (we get it that you don't want kids in the future but stop saying you wouldn't feel bad if you would beat up one, you failure piece of meat)

59. people who beat up/kill animals (not including food)

60. people who use others' trauma as comebacks (still not an argument, you insensitive shit)

61. people who think you should just take hate from others just because you're older (I will argue and fight with whoever pisses me off. I don't give a fuck if you're 3 years younger)

62. any type of abusers

63. people who can't tell the difference between words and actions

64. people who hates on others just because they're a beginner at what they're doing

65. people who cry about their weight but never touched a gym in their life

66. people who promote eating disorder or sees it as something cool (said by someone who never had one. this is living proof you guys aren't woke)

67. people who sais smoking/drinking is for pussies (some of us use it as a coping mechanism. maybe you should just put a cock in your mouth and stfu)

68. people who think they're better than others for never having sex or not feeling sexual attraction

69. people who doxx as an argument (unless that doxx is really deserved)

70. people who bullies others to death and feel proud of it

71. people who don't take accountability for their actions (you fucking pussy)

This list will keep getting updated. Idc if you're mad at it. If you get mad then you know you're the problem.

#digital diary #chronically online #basement dwellers #doomer #shut in #girl rotting #jirai lifestyle #menhera #yanblr

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filmtv2022 · 1 year ago

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Moving Forward: Chapter Four (18+ MDNI)

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Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

Synopsis: Y/N returns home after her fight with Rooster and Hangman. What should have been a cathartic conversation with her father turns into a heartbreaking dose of reality as new information comes to light not only about her history with Jake and Bradley but also about her father's health. The world was shaky before, and now it's crumbling around her.

Warning: language + references to death and character drama + cancer + lots of emotions (grief)

A/N: I hope you guys "enjoy" this one. It has got some heaviness to it, but I think it will set up where I'd like to go with this story very nicely. Also, and as always, I apologize for any and all mistakes.

The frustration dulled to a simmer during the drive home, but the remnants of the tears you shed were still sticky on your cheeks as you drove. The setting sun colored the low-hanging clouds in vibrant hues of purple and pink by the time you pulled into the drive. Mellow light poured out onto the front porch painting the concrete in a peachy hue. Parking your bike in its spot, you wasted no time pushing open the door and making your way inside. Energetic voices floated down the hall, getting louder and more vibrant the closer you got to the kitchen. Your middle brother's resonant voice carried through the house as he told some silly story about his most recent high school adventure. The thud of your bag and boots hitting the floor was lost in a burst of youthful laughter. The high-pitched squeal of your younger siblings tugged at your heart and allowed for a small smile to grace your lips.

Standing in the shadowy hall, you went unnoticed at first. As you came around the corner to the perfect image of your family at the dinner table the weight of everything actually started to lift. Their plates were mostly clean, and now conversation flowed freely. The only voice missing from the fray was your father’s, and by god you missed it. Sitting side-by-side, your parents clung to one another gently. Ice’s strong arm rested on the back of her chair, while your mother reached for his free hand under the table. Catching your approach, he turned his head to look at you. Silent questions and concerns were evident in the furrow of his brows.

The sudden shouting of your name tore you from your moment of nostalgic reflection. Stepping further into the room, you plastered a grin on your face as the youngest of your sisters came screaming across the floor toward you. Her thin arms were outstretched for you to grab her as she continued to repeat your name over and over again. Stooping down, you braced yourself for impact. There’d been a time, not all that long ago when picking her up this way had been impossible. Now it was something you’d never let go of again.

The second her tiny frame was in your arms you stood spinning her around as she held herself to you like a vice. Letting go of an exaggerated groan, you halted your twirls, shifting her weight so that she was on your good hip.

“Y/N, where you go today?” her voice met you as she held your cheeks in her hands.

Looking at her you said, “Where’d I go today?” she shook her head yes before you continued, “I was at work, sweet girl. You know that.” smiling at her you hoped that this sudden change of routine hadn’t caused her too much stress. She’d already been through so much in her short little life.

“Flyin’ planes?” the last word came out more like 'pawaynes' than planes, but it was so endearing you couldn't help, but smile.

“That’s right, and kickin’ Uncle Mav’s butt in the air.”

“Don’t hurt Uncle Mav, Y/N. That’s not nice.” A genuine concern laced her words as she admonished you.

A huff of stilted laughter caught your attention. It wasn’t the same as hearing your father’s laughter before the cancer had taken most of his voice, but it still filled your heart with joy. Glancing over at him, you met his wide smile with your own before turning back to the little girl in your arms to reassure her that Mav was in fact okay.

“Don’t worry, kiddo. I didn’t hurt Uncle Mav, I’d never do that.”

Walking over to the table you sat down in the empty spot that had been your seat since you were a kid. Your sister squirmed on your lap before tearing herself away and returning to her “big girl chair” on the other side of the table. Your chest clenched as you realized just how grown she’d gotten in the last few months. The conversation picked back up as the rest of the family launched into their previous stories. Each one overlapped the other vying for attention.

Sitting just to the right your father, you could feel his eyes on you the entire time, analyzing everything for any sign of how the day actually went. You couldn’t be sure, but if you were a betting woman at least a few text messages had already been sent his way from Mav. Whether or not they said anything about the way the day actually ended or not was the million-dollar question. Pete might not have been in the room for your outburst, but news of it was sure to travel fast. Shit like that like always did.

Noticing that you'd made no motion to grab yourself a plate of food, your mom stood silently and fixed your plate. The off-white porcelain was scratched from years of use, but she refused to get rid of the set. It had been a lovely wedding present from Carole Bradshaw. Setting the heaping pile of food down in front of you, she placed a kiss on the top of your head. Her delicate fingers squeezed your shoulders for just a moment before she returned to her seat.

Silently, you ate some of what she’d offered, but most of it went untouched. The minutes stretched on, but before long it was time for the littles to get ready for bed. Standing from their seats, both of your parents headed off to get the nighttime routine rolling. The school day started bright and early, and with so many in need of a shower or bath before heading to sleep, this part of the day often seemed to stretch on forever in the Kazansky household.

Alone in the kitchen, you listened to the hustle and bustle that was taking place upstairs. As had been the norm for many years, you cleaned up the post-dinner mess. Clearing the table, filling the dishwasher, and getting it started before moving on to taking out the trash. Tying off the black hefty bag, it took a swift yank to free it from the can. You didn’t bother putting back on your shoes as you plodded down the driveway in your socks toward the garbage cans that sat at the end.

The air was lovely, a cool breeze swept through fending off the vicious heat of the day. Taking a deep breath you soaked it all in. The sound of the leaves rustling in the wind, the earthy scent of freshly mowed grass, the woodsy burn of a bonfire crackling in someone else’s backyard… it was all so peaceful. The far-off grumble of an engine startled you back into action. Dropping the bag in the can, you let the lid slam as you turned toward the house.

Back inside, you moved on autopilot to the one safe space that remained after all this time. The office door was open just a crack, and a dim glow filtered out into the hall. Without knocking, you snuck into the room. It was an unspoken rule between you and your father. If the door was open, then it was okay to come inside. The room was filled with the orange light that came through the lampshade in the corner. There was just enough illumination to clearly display the piles of paper that were spread out over the surface of his desk.

Sitting there, Ice held one of the letters in his hand. The blank expression plastered over his features was broken at the sound of the door coming open. Snapping his head to look at you, the concern from earlier returned in full force. The corners of his lips turned down as he took in the sight of you.

You stayed planted by the door. The soft click of his keyboard forced you to look away from him toward the screen. He typed slowly and deliberately, before turning back to look at you as you read.

It’s okay if you’re not all right.

And that was all it took. Tears pooled in your eyes as you struggled to find the right words. When they didn’t come, Ice stood from his chair and closed the space between you. His strong arms closed around your body, holding you close to his chest. Wrapped in his loving warmth, you let go of your composure. Silent sobs shook your shoulders, and your tears stained his sweater, but that didn’t matter. Holding you tighter, he kept you as steady as possible through the waves of emotion. The faint scent of his cologne enveloped you the longer you clung to him.

In time, the tears slowed giving you back control of your lungs and body. Sensing that it was okay to move, he guided you forward to the open chair next to his desk before claiming his own. Silence filled the void between you as Ice waited for you to initiate the conversation. He stayed focused on the way your body curled in on itself as you tucked your feet up into the seat with you. Your shoulders rounded into a hunch as your arms circled your knees, your chin resting on top, while your eyes glued themselves to the shelves behind your father. Your joints didn’t like being forced into this position, but perching yourself this way had become a habit. The hours spent next to him, sitting just like this as he chugged away at paperwork, teaching you bits and pieces had left their mark.

“I can’t fly with them,” you confessed quietly.

The movement of keys could be heard as he typed his reply. Hearing them stop, you tugged your face back to the computer and away from the wall.

The screen read, Are we talking about Bradley or Jake?

“Does it matter?”

Ice leveled his gaze at you, his eyes piercing and steady. The answer in them was obvious. Of course, it mattered.

“I know… I know.” turning away again, this time to stare out the office window, your voice quivered as you continued to speak, “It’s just… having them here… seeing the way they look at me…”

Taking his time as he typed, Ice shifted in his seat as he finished.

Glancing back, you knew what it’d say before you even looked, It’s time to let it go, Y/N.

“And do what? Just forget? Pretend like I don’t wish every day that I was the one- ”

Your voice broke forcing you into silence again. You struggled against the tension in your throat. The words you wanted to say were trapped, none of them felt right, and yet you were bursting at the seams to speak.

That’s not what I mean and you know it… it's not about forgetting, it's about moving forward. You deserve to be happy.

“And how do I do that?”

You have to forgive yourself…

His hands stayed on the keys, but he stopped typing for a moment as if he was thinking hard about what to say next.

And you have to talk to them, Y/N. You can’t run away from them forever. I know you’re hurting, but so are they. And I know you blame yourself for so much, but it’s never going to get easier until you face it. You have to do it, for you and for them.

“I know you're right, but…. Jake… he’s so angry with me, he hates me, and I even can’t blame him. If I were him… I’d want nothing to do with me. His best friend’s in the fucking ground because of me. How do I even begin to apologize for that? It’s not possible” New tears formed as you tried to focus on your breathing, but they didn’t fall, not yet, “And, Bradley? I just… I miss him more than I should and I don’t want to feel that way anymore. It hurts too much.”

Choking on the last of your words, you unfolded from your seat and walked to the bookshelf across the room. The tips of your fingers brushed along the spines of the aging books, their cracked leather was grounding beneath your touch.

The pair of you remained quiet for a while, each lost in thought, but a rough cough from your father stopped you in your tracks. Turning back to face him, the lamp's bright light gleamed off his glasses. In your silence, he’d picked up the letter he’d been looking at earlier. He focused on it intensely for a moment longer before lifting his eyes to meet yours. Studying him, you noticed just how run down he looked as if the weight of the world rested on his shoulders. The look on his face sent your stomach plummeting to the floor. The realization of what must have been on that paper clicked into place with a sickening thump.

At almost a whisper you asked the dreaded question, “It's back, isn’t it?”

Ice simply nodded 'yes' as he sat down the paper.

“Does mom know?”

He nodded 'yes' again.

“What about-”

He cut you off with a shake of his head. This time it was a 'no' and you understood why. He knew you were going to ask about your siblings because last time you'd been the one to help them pick up the pieces after that conversation. It had to happen sooner rather than later, but you also knew that it would be a careful one with each word chosen thoughtfully.

“And Uncle Pete, does he know?” you stared back at him already knowing the answer before he gave it. A broken look of anguish came over your father’s face as he admitted the truth. His wingman was in the dark about this development. There was a reason Mav was back in town on orders from your father, and it wasn’t just because he was a great pilot. He needed to say goodbye… but he just hadn’t figured out how.

“Is there anything they can do? Anything the doctors haven’t tried?”

Another 'no' and the sight of his answer tore at you in a way you could never have imagined. Panic fluttered deep in your body, sending a flush over your skin. Seeing your shoulders hitch, and your eyes glaze over, Ice was out of his chair and to you in an instant. Holding you tightly to him yet again, he hid his face from view to give himself time to collect his own emotions.

Feeling him shudder, you pulled back just enough to look at his face. Tears blurred your vision, but you didn’t need to see him fully as you spoke, “You can’t leave me yet… I can’t do this without you, Dad. I don't wanna-"

And for the first time, he spoke, “I’ll always be with you… no matter where you go.”

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colour me your colour || toto w. x ofc (7)

Summary: Tilly Marie nearly loses faith in her passion as she refuses to listen to everyone who told her to quit. Everyone but one. And it’s the man she met years ago at a racing event she didn’t want to attend. Who would have thought that her father’s partial ownership of three brands could take her to the zone of Mercedes and meet the love of her life?

Chapter summary: It turns out, Tilly and Toto looked like they were loving each other up constantly - so Tilly's mother, Blanche, had decided to step up to warn her about the wonders and failures of being in a relationship with someone more mature.

Content warning: Age gap relationships, use of explicit language, brief mention of Max Verstappen x OFC (Sylvie), mention of divorce and mental health problems

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vii. age is just a number and love is just a shame

LOVE ON CAMERA: Future Racing Teams Major Shareholder Tilly Hearth Sends Mixed Signals Alongside Toto Wolff

“Are they the newest power couple of F1 or is this putting their teams to shame?”

AGELESS ROMANCE: FIA Executive’s Daughter Tilly Hearth Cozies Up with Mercedes-AMG Petronas Team Principal Toto Wolff Post Qualifying Interview

“Is this a ploy to get a favourable result for this year’s championship?”

This isn’t the kind of day I’d like to have today. I’m not going to be distracted by some silly gossip outlet’s article.

“I’ve read that. That’s fucked,” Daniel huffs out, peering over my shoulder. Today’s going to be a disaster. I haven’t even seen my family just yet, and now I’m being hounded by gossip sites about my love life. Was I ever thankful that I told my sisters about the “rumours” that’ll soon circulate around the paddocks and F1 world beforehand.

“Tell me about it,” I mutter, resting my head on the table that I sat on.

“That should have stayed in the garage or something, I don’t know how they’ve managed to even know it’s Toto,” he says.

I look up at him and answer, “The Daily Mail caught me arriving in a Mercedes with him yesterday. Remember?”

“They’re fucking fast to capture that,” Daniel shakes his head incredulously, “you were practically running away like you robbed him.”

“I told him that the British media are too invasive,” I scrunch up my face, “some of them were just here to get some drama to broadcast throughout England and fuck all.”

“Sorry you have to go through that,” he offers a sympathetic smile as he pats my shoulder, “I hope they’ll fuck off for once.”

I gave him a lopsided grin. “Don’t expect too much from them— shouldn’t you be waiting in your driver’s room right now?”

“TILS!” My back nearly broke after I turned my upper half around. A strangled screech escapes my mouth as I stand. Daniel, who’s standing behind me, is accidentally pushed off to the side as four arms wrap around me. I can’t even see Daniel’s reaction but I can hear him introducing himself to a woman.

I pull away from the embrace as I look between my sisters. Last time I checked, Aimee- our youngest sister- was on her trip to Scotland. What’s she doing here? I look at Stevie, her hair tied neatly, her ponytail coming out of the Mercedes cap that she’s wearing.

“What’s with the Mercedes get up?” I look at Aimee, who’s wearing a white Mercedes shirt. They’re in the Red Bull hospitality.

“Hello, too,” I shake my thoughts away as I grin, looking past my sisters and approaching our mother.

“Maman!” I exclaim, hugging her tightly before giving her a once-over. “Still pretty I see.”

“You’re still as hilarious, Tilly,” she rolls her eyes, keeping her arm around my waist. I look at Daniel and he’s standing there with a grin.

“Daniel, you’ve met my mom,” I gesture at my sisters, “these are my sisters, Stevie and Aimee. Steve, Aims, this is Daniel. He’s a driver for Red Bull.”

Stevie immediately reaches out to shake his hand. She looks more like our grandmother, according to Maman. Nobody could ever mistake her for someone else besides Nan. Her honey-blonde hair and blue eyes are the kind of features that’ll make you feel like you’re in a tropical paradise.

“Holy shit, you really weren’t joking when you said your sisters are models,” Daniel’s eyes widened as I nodded. “How do you push yourself through it?”

“It’s— ehh…” Stevie scratches her head and tries to answer his question, “Modeling is kinda fun… if you’ve been doing it for a long time. Like racing.”

Aimee only waves at Daniel, then she’s hiding behind Stevie. Her mother always encourages her to be more… out there yet she disagrees. She can be whatever she wants to be, she’s 14, but she pressures herself to stick to one thing like an adult. She told me once about wanting to model as well and expressed how she wouldn’t do well like Stevie and our other sister would. I don’t know what made her think that; her brown skin and eyes made her glow, like she has her own spotlight. She’ll need to be encouraged more. Or perhaps I should just accommodate her and her camera shyness. She didn’t like being in front of the cameras.

Speaking of our sister. I look around and ask, “Where’s the other one?”

“Causing ruckus somewhere in the pits,” Stevie jokes. I look at her with my frown becoming more obvious. What is she even doing in the pits? How did she even get in the pits? It was a question never asked yet Stevie has an answer to it. She tells me, “We met Lew in their area and he gave us access to the garages. Just to say hi to a couple people we might know. Now she’s probably running amuck in there—“

“Stupid, stupid, dumb boy,” I hear a hiss nearing us. Daniel peers over Maman’s head.

He gestures in her direction, “I think we found her.”

The middle of the three approaches us as she wraps her arm around me, still seething and her head rests on my chest. I turn to look at Maman and my other sisters, my forehead creasing as if I’m asking for an explanation. They’re just as clueless as I am.

I pat her on the back, “Daniel, this is Sylvie. Sylvie, that’s Daniel— the driver for Red Bull.”

“Hi,” she nods curtly before her eyes burn with irritation and anger. She gives me a dirty look. “You know— if Father is giving you Red Bull, do you think you can fire that idiot?”

Daniel’s eyes widen at the comment while Maman hisses at Sylvie, “Sylvie!”

“What?” Sylvie scowls at our mother, “he’s such a bloody nuisance—ugh!”

“You’re not even telling us who it is, sweetheart,” Daniel pipes up, his face expressing amusement as he continues to goad Sylvie into spilling her feelings.

“Verstappen! Did you know he’s the reserve driver for Toro Rosso?!” Sylvie stomps her feet like a child as she groans aloud. She’s so bloody dramatic.

But hearing her answer makes me say, “Ahh. Max.” I can’t say anything else besides those two words; Sylvie despises Max Verstappen since god knows when… maybe at birth. The thing was that they’ve been best friends— like soul mates since birth so it wasn’t exactly hatred that they’ve shared for the past few years. She claims that she sees him all the time and “thinking about his ego gives her a migraine.”

And she quit racing. She enjoyed karting as much as Aimee did, but for some reason, she quit attending the tournaments two years ago. She pushed herself with modeling even more instead of joining Formula Three. My father wasn’t happy with that. Sometimes, I’d like to think that her hatred for Max would soon disappear and that he may be the reason why she quit. I’m not blaming him of course. But there should be a reason why she’s acting like that towards him, right?

“Tilly, please please promise me you’d fire him,” Sylvie whines dramatically, clutching onto my Red Bull jacket as I continue to stare at her. She’s growing taller and she’s beginning to look more like an adult, but her petulant behaviour says otherwise.

“No,” I pushed her off with a sigh, “I can’t do that, lovie.”

“Why not?”

“Because Verstappen is a good driver and if your sister did fire him everyone would chase after him. It would be a shame if Red Bull loses an asset,” Daniel answers for me, making me nod in agreement.

“And he isn’t in Red Bull, love,” I explain, making her groan aloud.

“He’s shitty,” Sylvie curses out, crossing her arms with a grumble, “he’s an ugly Neanderthal. He pisses me off to no end. You can be good at driving and be bloody handsome, you know? Clearly he doesn’t—“

I rolled my eyes, now turning to Daniel as my pager went off. Looking down at it, I give Daniel a once over and say, “Garage. Go now.”

“Fine fine fine,” Daniel rolls his eyes before grinning at my family, “I’ll catch you pretty ladies later, yes? Sylv, maybe you can rant more about him later. If you want, I can pass a message.”

“Dis-lui que je le déteste,” tell him that I hate him. Sylvie tells him with a huff. Daniel gives me a look and I can only tell him, “Don’t worry about it. Go.”

“Get that P1, Daniel,” Maman tells him, making his grin stretch until it reaches both of his ears.

Daniel winks at her, “I’ll make sure to dedicate my win to you, Mrs. Hearth!” He stalks off. I look at the four of them.

“I’m going to the Mercedes zone to see Lewis,” I announced with a shrug.

Stevie’s eyes brighten at the announcement and she exclaims, “I’m coming along!”

“Haven’t you seen him already?” Sylvie snickers—surprisingly happy now— beside me as I chuckle quietly, trying to avoid having to laugh loud.

“You know,” Aimee begins with an evil smile, “some people might think that you’ve got you know… a crush on Lewis?”

Stevie, who’s standing between the two, has taken the chance to reach out and pinch their sides. The girls cry out at the pain, leaving me no choice but to hit Stevie at the back of her head as lightly as I could. She pulls away, shooting the both of them a death glare.

“You three,” I jeered, “if you won’t stop I’m going to leave.”

It did not take long until Toto found me and met my family. Him finding me somehow made me think that he has some sort of antenna that’ll lead to me. How he manages to either come across me or find me is amazing. Like a mastermind.

It didn’t take my sisters long to catch onto the stories that Lewis clearly wanted to tell about the time spent with Toto. He was rather vocal about his feelings about the three being here — not wanting to save face and be pretentious around his teammate any longer. The interview yesterday was nothing but a way to avoid the fines— Lewis really didn’t want to act all friendly but had to do so. I was only there to make the situation better… somehow. Lewis texted me yesterday about how thankful he was to have me there for the interview.

“Tilly,” I look around and ask myself where the voice came from, only for me to find a 6’5 figure nearing me. Toto Wolff’s rare smile appears as I nod as a greeting. “Nervous?”

“About my drivers?” I scoff, “No way. Are you?”

“Eh, I’m confident that Lewis and Nico would do a good job,” he answers lightly.

“I know my boys would do alright,” I murmur next to him, “but it seems like the power unit’s been fucking them over. At least Vettel is being fucked over by it.”

“Well, let’s hope that doesn’t happen this time.”

“Christian didn’t have an outburst in Austria for nothing,” I joke quietly, making him chuckle under his breath as he refrains from laughing. Oh my god. Handsome.

“Oi, lovebirds,” I sigh as we both turn around to face my siblings, my mother and Lewis. Sylvie continues to tease, “Tils, if you’re done being flustered—“

“I forgot how bloody blunt you are,” I interrupted her with a glare. She cheekily smiles as I look at Toto. I gesture at my family, “My sisters— from left to right are Aimee, Stevie, Sylvie. That’s my Mama. Everyone, this is Toto Wolff. He’s the Team Principal of Mercedes.”

“Oh look at that,” Toto teases me with a smirk, pointing at their Mercedes hats, “everyone’s a Mercedes fan.”

I roll my eyes, “They’re bound to run the teams you’ll be competing against, Toto. I wouldn’t be that excited.”

“But at least now I know where their hearts belong,” he continues with a shrug. He looks at my family, reaching out to shake my mother’s outstretched hand. “Pleasure to meet you all.”

“Likewise,” my mom introduces herself, “Blanche Ford.”

“Ah, you are the lovely Miss Ford that Tilly’s talking about,” he grins, his charm obviously taking effect on no one but me. “I finally found where your beauty came from, schatz.”

My face suddenly feels warm as I look down to my feet, watching them as I rock back and forth.

I didn’t notice Stevie slowly inching toward Lewis but I can hear her say, “Oh she is in love love.” I can’t even debate on anything in front of the person that they think I’m in love with. Am I not allowed to admire a fine specimen such as him?

And Stevie is literally in love with Lewis! She’s been cracking the worst jokes ever and Lewis is laughing, she’s so proud of herself. She’s telling me, of all people, that I’m in love with the Mercedes team principal whereas she’s literally pining after his driver.

“Hey Lew,” Sylvie then turns towards Lewis as he gives her a questioning look, “mind if you make Toro Rosso cry a little bit?”

“Sylvie,” I warn her, “you cannot just say, ‘please make them lose a bit harder’ to someone just because you hate the reserve driver.”

Toto’s forehead creases at my warning. Sylvie ignores the look on his face as she says nonchalantly, “You’re right, I can just smack him in the face if I “accidentally” come across him at their garage.”

“Stop resorting to violence,” Lewis tells her with a scowl, “there’s other ways to handle a situation than a fight.” Yeah, like he wouldn’t have done that last Monaco race.

My eyes peel away from the conversing people as I look at Toto, “I’m off soon enough. Are you ready?”

“Ready,” he answers me with a nod. “Will you be there at our after party if we win?”

“I’m not exactly the full on party kind, to be honest,” I tell him, “it gets overwhelming talking to people. It doesn’t sound as bad, though. But it’ll get overwhelming at some point.”

“Fair enough,” he agrees before pausing, then he looks at me once more and asks, “How does dinner sound?”

My mouth did not even hesitate to answer, “Depends. If either Red Bull or Mercedes get a podium then sure.” As if I was expecting it to happen. Toto felt the same, I think. He didn’t take a second to think about his next move as he continued,

“If we get a first?”

I shrug out, “Well, I’ve got no clue just yet.”

“I’m looking forward to it then,” he grins.

Yeah, Mercedes is definitely getting a podium today.

“You’re thinking again,” my mother says, pulling me back into reality as I shake my head and glance at her. “That must be hurting your head.”

“Maman—“

“I’m joking, ma fille.”

It’s so hard to lie to someone who practically knows everything about you. Even the dirty laundries I’ve never aired out? Yeah, she knows about them yet she never mentions anything.

She pays attention to details as she’s used to staying at home as a mother. She told me once that she has enough money that she doesn’t need to work, but she writes under pen names that eventually makes her a lot more than what one should have. Her marriage and divorce clearly never stopped her from pursuing her dream all while she takes care of her three daughters by herself.

Julius Hearth, I rarely call him father now, divorced Maman shortly after Sylvie was born. I was 13 and with enough support from the staff in the household, Maman was able to cope without endangering herself nor anyone. Was I ever thankful for having a chauffeur? Absolutely. If it wasn’t for Jordan, the lovely driver, I wouldn’t have been able to get home earlier so I can spend my time with my sisters. Maman was resting, and I always made sure she’s doing that.

Now that she’s feeling better, she’s managed to get back up and running. The Mother’s Day celebration in our middle school had her running across the field with bare feet. She certainly loved the game especially when Stevie and I were screaming our ears off. She began taking Stevie to her karting class, which then changed into modeling the moment my sister claimed to work as a model.

So throughout my life, she could sense the emotions deep inside her daughters. She could tell which career we wanted to have and if she was able to support it.

She could tell anyone a thing or two about themselves just by looking. So it wasn’t a surprise that she decided to deduce me.

And since she kindly observed what I’m thinking, I decided that this is the right time to discuss the shitshow that we call Julius Hearth.

“Father is naming me as the shareholder for his teams,” I’m staring at her as if I’m feeling so solemn about such a matter. “And he’s giving me everything. Did you know that?”

“Yes and no,” Maman tells me. I’m so glad the girls aren’t here and being watched by our personal guard as they prepare themselves to watch at the grandstand. I didn’t want to expose them to this for now.

Maman continues, “I knew he was going to give up his position in his teams but I didn’t think he’d pass it down to you. Or to your sisters for that matter.”

“He wants me to hold ownership on those teams and his money, Ma,” I tell her, “all because he wants that promotion at the FIA and to keep Red Bull on a leash.”

“He only said he trusts you and your sisters enough to do his part,” she sighs, her sympathetic smile can be interpreted as a charming one. “I wish I could do more but… I’ve no place in power.”

The sad truth is: she’s right. She can only do so much with the company. Even if I’ve taken her in, word would still get out to father. He still doesn’t trust her, despite being the one to cheat and be absent in the household.

“Toto is a decade older than you,” I must have zoned out again because her voice drowned out while my eyes squinted. But her voice returns the moment she mentions him.

The cold tone on her voice after saying that has me questioning her. She then continues, “Much like your father is to me, Tilly. He’s an older man.”

“What does that have to do with anything?” I ask her, actually curious about what she’s insinuating.

“Just—be careful with him,” she tells me quietly, her voice warning me like she’s been there before. She had been there. She married our father when she was 28 and he was 40. “Older men, no matter the validation they’d give you, would hold their maturity above your own. I’m not saying most men but… be careful when you’re falling in love with someone who’s seen more in the world than you have.

“They tend to hide that away from you.”

Her advice, while it’s something to remember, has me laughing as if it is actually a joke. But still, a piece of it was etched into my heart and brain. “I’ve only met him,” I shrug and deny, “I don’t think I’d fall for him that fast.”

She rolls her eyes as if she doesn’t believe it. She says, “With how you two looked at the picture? Some are already saying that you’re smitten. Just as he is. I think you should give him a shot.”

“Oh, Maman,” my eyes narrowed at the comment, “Don’t believe what you see on the internet.”

“I’m just telling you what I can see,” she giggles quietly, finally standing up and gestures, “Come on, do you really want to miss out on Lewis winning?”

“I’m supposed to be rooting for Red Bull,” I mutter to myself, standing as I begin to take her to where the girls are.

At first, I wanted to ask myself why she brought up Toto as if I was meant for him. I wanted to ask her what made her think that I’m even willing to try things out just like the others are thinking.

But everyone is slowly seeing it as much as I am seeing it. For such a short period, he has already decided to do the things he wouldn’t normally do just to reach out to me. In this busy weekend alone, he’s managed to squeeze me into his schedule no matter how stressed he looked before everything. He acts as if he’s much calmer than me when he has a whole team and another to run.

Maybe my mother is warning me about the price that relationship may come with. Perhaps she’s afraid that the fate I want for myself isn’t something that I’ll get if I continue on with this.

Or she’s just scared that she’ll have to watch that scene again. But instead of her falling apart, it’s me this time.

Who knows.

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