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[nomi-c]

Pottery ventures

Professions (1/8) {San}

{San x Reader}

Wordcount: 7K

Genre: Strangers to Lovers, Smut, Pet names (sweetheart), cursing (fuck), Dominant San , Oral Female receiving, Protected intercourse, Fingering

A/n: as always with my ff's, this ff isn't meant to represent the artist in any way or form!

-Minors don't read-

With a last glance on your Phone, you cursed your best friend for cancelling on your monthly planned meet up in the very last second.

Are you sure you can't make it? You texted her, even though you already knew the answer. She spontaneously needs to stay longer at work because of some emergency at the ER.

If you would have known sooner you would've called the workshop owner and cancelled the appointment, but you were already in front of the little studio and the appointment would start in around 10 minutes.

The day was really calm and no one expected a emergency this size.... I'm sure you'll have fun at the workshop, we can still book another appointment at that shop for maybe next week?

You sighed and watched your breath form into tiny clouds as you took a sip of your coffee and pulled the scarf tighter around your neck and partly covered your nose and mouth from the biting snowy wind that caused you to shiver heavily.

I will ask him for another appointment after today, no worries. Stay strong! Love you xxx

Without waiting for another reply since you knew she was busy treating emergency patients, you took a deep breath to calm your nerves and gripped the door handle.

Staying a second longer outside wasn't ideal, seeing as in this part of the town not many people stayed outside after it got dark. It didn't matter that it was only 7pm on a Thursday, once it was dark people stayed at home. It wasn't like the area was criminally populated, it was more that the way the block was built gave off strange vibes and an eerie feeling once the sun set. Maybe it also had to do with the past of this exact block that gave you shivers whenever you thought about the mall tragedy years back.

They were in the middle of renovating the block and erasing the ugly past with new parks and buildings and incredible cafés but nonetheless people didn't forget things that easily and you were sure it would take a long while till people would be walking here carefree again.

The little Pottery studio you would visit today however had a owner who only moved here 6 months ago and probably didn’t know the history of this area before he opened the newly build studio here. When you and your best friend searched for a cool new hobby, you found his website and his rating was 5 stars through the bench.

You decided to give him a shot since the comments were good and some of the pieces you saw on his website were drop dead gorgeous. It wasnt the first workshop you both visited, seeing as you made it your adventure to try new workshops and courses every few meet ups. From photography to drawing, and from parkour lasertag. Every thing so far was awesome and a few things got stuck with you. Two of those things being Taekwondo and Art.

You smiled at the many memories that rotated in your inner eye. With a last look around you, you cautiously pushed the door open and a little bell above you ringed quietly. You instantly reveled in the warmth of the studio as you stepped in fully, you never were the biggest fan of winter and today was a particularly cold day.

Your eyes roamed over the beautifully black and white designed lobby with incredibly expensive looking modern art pieces and others that seemed like landscapes and some others like momentous of people you didn't recognize.

Walking a bit closer to it, you noted that every Individual piece was lit on by a over head lamp that gave each one its own stage and moment to shine and next to each painting you saw a little silver plate that described the painting and mentioned it's artist.

All of them were drawn by the same person, Park Seonghwa. The name didn't sound familiar to you, but whoever he is, he is a incredible painter.

You moved a bit more into the lobby and your gaze fell behind the counter, where you spotted a big lit up showcase with some of the crafted pieces you saw on the website, and with it you again saw little metal signs with the names of the people who crafted them.

You had to give it to the owner, he had a love for crediting every person he had pieces of and everyone who created art in his studio. You decided then and there that you already liked the guy.

To your left, you saw a small sitting corner which consisted of two white couches on opposite sites of one another, a black fluffy carpet and a rectangular glass table with art and crafting magazines stacked on one side of it.

On the wall next to the sitting area, you saw a makeshift bistro station with a fancy looking Barista coffee machine.

Without doubt the owner didn't only have taste in aesthetic but also in what he consumes, and what he offers his guests you thought to yourself as you saw the variety of pastries next to the coffee machine.

With a last longing look towards the sweet and probably incredibly delicious pastries, you turn back towards the front of the store.

Your eyes travel back towards the counter ahead of you, it is all black and neatly organised from what you could see behind the counter, once you reached the front of it.

Your eyes focused on the jumping screensaver on the computer on the right, that was partly turned into your direction.

You started hearing louder growing steps and focused your attention on the stack of business cards that laid out next to the blooming Poinsettia.

Only when he made his stance behind the counter, you looked up from the business card and your eyes locked with his.

Your breath however got lost along the way, he was around one head taller than you, had dark brown almost black hair, deep brown eyes and a set of adorable dimples that demanded your full attention right instantly.

He seemed to work out a lot, seeing as his frame was huge compared to you, and by huge you were talking about the fact that you could disappear behind his back fully. Looking a bit further down, the black tight shirt he wore revealed to you that his waist seemed pretty petit for his body.

You caught yourself staring at the man before you, so you quickly cleared your throat. Your cheeks burned from embarrassment and you averted your eyes on your gloved hands.

You set the cup of coffee on the counter quickly and started removing your scarf and glove, feeling unbearably warm all of a sudden. "Hello, I am the 7pm appointment. My best friend couldn't make it due to a emergency at work, so it will be just me today. I hope that's still okay with you?" You asked with a slightly shaky voice.

The guy who until now watched you with a slight smile on his lips, leaned down to his computer and typed something on his keyboard. His eyes roamed over the screen and a few seconds later he gave you a quick glance. "It's alright, I hope the emergency isn't too bad. Do you want to schedule a new appointment on top? I won't charge it extra, seeing as you still came here today instead of cancelling last minute."

Your eyes widened in surprise. "I would love that, that is really kind of you Mr. Choi. Would next week at the same time work for you?" You asked with a smile on your lips as you removed your beanie and put it into your bag with the scarf and gloves.

He clicked on his computer a few times, his eyes glued to the screen. "It works perfectly for me, I'll set the appointment. And please call me San, we seem to be around the same age."

You nodded and gave him a smile. "Thank you, San. I'm Y/n, it's nice to meet you." You said as your cautiously extended your hand towards him with a unsure smile on your lips.

Handshakes were mostly out of fashion, especially in winter and even more after the pandemic but you would feel rude to not greet another person that way. Especially someone as kind as him.

San eyed your hand for a second before his dimples reappeared and he laid his hand on yours for a firm handshake. You couldn't help but notice the two rings that adorned his fingers, one golden on his index finger, and a silver infinity looped ring on his middle finger. Odd combination you thought to yourself but didn't dare ask about it.

With anyone else you would say it's a fashion crime to mix gold and silver, but you felt like they had a special meaning and in all honesty you thought that little inconsistency fit with him.

If San noticed he didn't mention it, when he waved his hand towards the pasties to your left. "Can I offer you anything before we get started? A New coffee or maybe some Pastries?" He asked you with a kind smile and warm gaze.

You quickly shook your head. "No, thank you. I still have my coffee. But Thank you very much for the offer."

He nodded and gestured to the right where a big set of double milk glass doors was located. "Shall we?" He asked you with a smirk.

You once again felt your cheeks heat up, something about him made you jumpy but not in the creeped out way. No, he made you jumpy in a manner of your crush replied to your Text message where you ask him to date you kind of way.

You tried to calm your racing heart with a deep breath and focused on the flowers in the corner next to the double door, right beside these broad shoulders attractive shoulders of-

No. Don't go there- you curse yourself out as you follow San through the Glass doors avoiding his body with your hungry eyes as if your life depends on it.

You practically drool over your teacher for your pottery workshop right now, but could anyone actually blame you? San's proportions and looks should've been captured on old paintings cause he had the perfect proportions in any kind of way and form. You were sure artists would fight over him to be their muse, look wise as much as body wise.

You could blame your reaction on the fact that you didn't have a boyfriend or a date in years and your... well, last time feeling like this over a guy was even longer ago.

Feeling San's eyes on you, you slowly lifted your gaze from his shoulders to his eyes and felt exposed by the raw intensity of his stare.

With a smirk on his lips, he shook his head and turned left towards a little table that had a clay sack on top. He grabbed two blocks and placed them one after another on two of the workstations. "You can pick any seat you want."

You woke up from your trance and unholy thoughts about broad backs and muscular arms and set your bag next to the door on the black armchair before you picked the right seat and sat down eying the clay block with interest.

San grabbed two bowls from the side of the sink on the wall to your right and filled them both with water, before he set them next to your clay blocks on the work stations next to the rotation disk.

"Do you have knowledge in pottery?" He asked with his back on you, as he went towards his desk where a bunch of pottery goods sat which he carefully grabbed to place them in yet another showcase to fully dry unharmed.

You shook your head, even though you knew he couldn't see it right now. "I don't know anything about it, me and my best friend wanted to try it and make cute mugs for our reading weekends together."

He nodded, processing your words for a second or two before he turned to his left where a couple of aprons hung on the wall next to the burning oven.

You followed his movements as he picked 2 aprons one smaller and one bigger black one which you assumed was his personal one.

When he turned back around to make his way back to you he had a soft reassuring smile on his lips. "Pottery isn't as difficult as most think it is, you might take a few tries but you'll get the hang of it quickly."

Once he was seated next to you, he handed you the smaller apron slowly. "Did you already think about what you want to create today?" He asked you with a curious expression on his features. His prominent cheekbones slightly rosy from the warmth of the studio.

You quickly searched your mind for possible things you could create and that were easy enough for a absolute beginner as you laid on your apron, but you only came up with a total basic idea. "How about a vase?" You asked as you remembered the beautiful vase you knocked off the dinner table the other day. It was the only vase you had since the many years you lived all alone.

San tilted his head to the side, his indexfinger with the golden ring tapping on his lip absentmindedly. "It's a good choice, easy but with a good purpose."

You nodded in agreement. San's eyes focused on the clay block in front of him before he shot you a quick glance. "I'm sure you already noticed the clay block in front of you, so what we want to do with it to begin, is to loosen it up. We archive that by kneading the clay like a you would with a fresh dough."

He took the clay in his hands and started kneading it and made sure you copy his moves before he spoke again. "We knead or wedge the clay to remove any possible bubbles inside, to make sure our work will be stable and won't break as easily after or during it's getting burned."

You nodded and quickly made a messy bun, already annoyed by the hairs that kept on blocking your view as you kept on kneading the small clay bock thoroughly.

Minutes ticked by with neither of you saying anything, the only sounds in the atelier were your breathings and the faint melody that flowed out of the ceiling speakers quietly.

Your arms were already getting sore and you felt a small droplet of sweat making it's way down your forehead. "How long are we supposed to knead it exactly?" You asked a little out of breath.

San's quiet laugh made you stop your work and look at him instead. He was still kneading the clay, your eyes focused on the strong muscles on his arms and how they moved under every movement he made.

He formed a small clump with it and set it on the middle of the rotating disk. "The longer, the better. It's tiring at the beginning but try to see it as a workout instead with a nice new pottery good as reward." He told you with a smile on his lips.

You shook out your arms, trying to ease some of the burning tension in your muscles and shaped your clay block almost the same. "Can I ask you something?" You asked San as your eyes darted through the artillier and you saw more framed photographies and art pieces on the walls, you even spotted a fallen angel stone figure in the far corner by the window which you didn't notice while entering the space earlier.

San turned in his twisting chair towards you and leaned his elbow on the workstation as he eyed you curiously. "Sure, ask all you want."

You turned towards him as well, glad to rest your arms a bit more as well as stilling your curiosity at the same time. You gestured towards the walls and the stone figure. "Are you interested in photography and art and stone sculpturing? I couldn't help but notice them right away." You said as you once again eyed everything in the room with adoration.

Seeing as you love art yourself you couldn't help yourself but standing up and inspecting it closer. It was like a invisible line pulled you towards the art he displayed and created. The color combinations and techniques the artist used drew you in, and the different vibes and auras each painting gave off seemed to tell a story you yet had to discover fully.

San who slowly walked up behind you, looked at the painting as well. You didn't see his face but could hear the pride in his voice when he spoke again.

"The paintings and sculptures and even the pictures are all from my best friends."

Your eyes went wide as you turned around and looked up at San's face with a dropped jaw. "These belong in big galleries and museums. They are masterpieces."

You saw a dimple form on his left cheek as he paced the room. You followed him, checking the art pieces with him with full attention. "Seonghwa is an artist, he draws everything that captures his interest, from people to objects, to abstract art. He wants to open a gallery in the future, but until then he asked if he could spotlight some paintings here. I loved the idea, it gives the studio flair and showcases his work at the same time."

When you guys reached another photography of what seemed to be a woman's back hugged by shadows and a industrial styled window front with San Francisco in the back, he stopped again as you took in the big framed photograph. "Wooyooung is a photographer, he always had a incredible eye for aesthetic and when he grabs his camera, you can be sure to see a masterpiece as result. He actually has his own gallery, but he gifted me some pieces as welcome present to my first own studio. He helped me a lot building this place."

Your eyes went even bigger as you continued listening to every word San said. He gestured to the angel stature and his smile got soft. "Yeosang is a Stone sculpturor, but if you ask me he should sculpture himself as well cause with his looks he doesn't stand the figures he creates behind in anything at all. I'm sure Michael Angelo would have taken him as student and muse if he would be alive still. His skills are impeccable, even if what he creates sometimes tends to be melancholic." He said as he grazed his hand softly over the broken wings of the crying angel.

You didn't take your eyes away from the stature, too much in awe about its raw beauty to look back at San. "Everything here is incredibly beautiful and has so much meaning behind it, this is breathtaking." You almost whispered as your finger softly touched the forever rolling tear of the angel.

You walked a bit further and carefully grazed your hand over one perfectly tailored mug, it resembled london as you quickly realized with the big ben in the background and a person that seemed to wait for something.

"What's your favorite style?" You asked him as you wondered if he drew the places on pottery that he visited or knew.

A soft smile appeared on your lips at a old memory of your trip there years back for your year abroad.

San sighed as he eyed the mug you softly cradled in your hand. "I don't think I have found my personal style yet, I'm relatively new with painting detailed pieces. I used to just glaze the pieces over in white. It's timeless and classic."

You nodded in agreement. "Does this one has a story? Looking at your work I would say you're a really talented painter as wellby the way."

San leaned against his desk in thought, thinking your words over in his mind as he looked around the office. "Isn't that what art of any kind is about? A purpose or a story that needs or should to be told? Like for example you chose a vase, is there a story behind it? Cause I could think there is one." He asked as he turned his attention on you with a raised brow and a twitch of his lips.

You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. "Well, in my defense I really need a vase. Mine broke months back and since then I haven't been able to buy flowers anymore." You quickly blurted out.

San laughed quietly and opened his mouth to say something but you were faster. "Anyways, you don't need to talk about it when it's too personal. What I was trying to say was that your art is incredible. I'm glad I chose your studio to learn pottery." You followed up saying, trying to erase your embarrassment.

San's cheeks got a slight bit colored and you saw a hint of a dimple as he rubbed his neck awkwardly. "Thank you, shall we continue?"

You nodded and strolled back towards your work station, happy that he didn’t further commented on your choice of work for today.

Once you were seated again, he wet his hands and got the round plate of the workstation spinning. You watched him closely and imitated his movements, your eyes glued to his strong hands as he softly worked on the clay and managed to get the clay to part to a hole on the middle.

Surprisingly enough, you managed to do the same on the first try. A happy laugh bubbled up inside you, as you eyed his next movements like a hawke.

"For the next step, you have press from both the inside and the outside against the clay to thin it out while you also pull it slightly upwards to shape it to your liking." He explained as he wet his hands in the bowl a bit more and slowly did what he explained.

He made sure to place his hands and arms in a way that you would be able to see it perfectly from your seat.

When he was done with that part, he turned off the workstation and turned towards you.

You could easily make out the bigger body and slimmer neck of the vase, when the spinning lessened you had to say it already looked damn near perfect.

Your eyes connected with his for a second, and you saw nothing but kindness and patience in his eyes as he waited for you to start.

With a deep breath, you turned on the workstation with the button on the side, and wet your hands in the bowl with warm water.

You felt San move a bit closer, but paid no attention to him as you set your hands both on the inside and outside of the cool clay.

You recalled his instructions from ealier and started carefully molding the clay. At first it was a bit difficult because even after all the kneading, the clay felt a bit dense.

But easily enough you saw it get thinner and wobblier. It started to seem to spin out of control, and San quickly rolled his chair behind you.

His hands smoothed over yours as he pushed away your foot from the pedal to take control over the spinning speed of the table.

His warm hands engulfed yours easily, as he lessened the pressure you put on the vase. You watched it regain its composure almost immediately.

You felt his warm breath tickle the side of your neck as he leaned his head forward, at your back you softly felt his chest against you.

Your heart started racing as you watched him guide your hands over the body of the vase in an attempt to save it and to even out the thickness of it, seeing as it was pretty uneven. "The first attempts are always a bit out of control, that's totally fine and normal. When you feel it getting out of hand, you have to lessen the speed of the rotation disk. Otherwise you risk the clay to smack into your face."

He explained as you felt his thigh muscles contort and bump against your leg when he showed you how the speed would affect the rotation disk.

You felt your cheeks grow hot and you got unbearably warm. Your mind only seemed to care about his close proximity and his incredibly good smelling perfume. Of how his hands felt around yours and the breath of him that tickled your neck with each breath he took.

You watched as the clay induced liquid rushed over and between your hands as he started forming the neckline of the vase together with you. You caught yourself slightly glancing over towards his face that almost rested on your shoulder and noticed a few lose strands hanging close to his eyes, it was a effort to not automatically reach out and swipe them away.

You shook your head slightly to clear your thoughts, and averted your eyes back towards your forming Vase. He adjusted your fingers on the vase slightly and applied a bit of pressure to your grip before he spoke next. "When you use just about the right amount of pressure, it will turn out just how you want it. This is about the thickness it needs to ensure it's stable and won't break while burning." His voice was raspy and close to your which didn't help your current situation at all. You took a small breath as your legs pressed together Involuntarily.

You nodded, not trusting your voice to not betray you more than your body already did. He angled his arms a bit more to be able to guide you better and in the process his back was now flushed against your back and his arms were pressed against yours further which caused tiny goosebumps and a shiver through out your arms and the back of your neck.

You could swear you heard his breath hitch for a second but you wouldn't allow to let your mind travel to the possibility that he was reacting to you the same way as you reacted to him.

You watched as he guided your hands further up the neck to work on the top rim of the vase. He let go of your hands and dipped them into the bowl quickly and set his hands back on yours.

His head turned towards you slightly. "Do you like it like this? Or should we try out another Design?"

The air rushed out of your lungs as he accidentally grazed your ear while speaking, your back pressed against his chest slightly in response.

You quickly opened your eyes in mortification and quickly shot up from your seat, hitting yourself on the workstation hard enough to probably leave a bruise behind as you fumbled your way out from being wedged between San and the workstation.

You dipped your hands in the now tainted water and wiped your hands on the apron, before you removed your the cardigan and walked the few steps towards your bag to place it on top carefully.

You felt San's presence somewhere behind you vividly, which only worsened the throbbing inside of you. "I gotta use the restroom real quick." You all but blurted out as you quickly exited the room.

You had no clue where said toilet was but you needed distance before you would jump him.

"Second door on the right!" He called after you from where he stood as you barged through the door and almost ran into the restroom.

Once the door was locked, you rested your back against the cool wood and slid down to a crouch.

Deep breaths. In and out. Calm down. You can do this.

After collecting your thoughts for a second, you went up to the sink and splashed your face with ice cold water to get a grip.

Your hands gripped the edge of the marble sink tightly as you eyed yourself in the mirror. "Calm down and focus!" You told yourself with strict face before you patted your face dry and unlocked the door.

The temperature in the lobby felt significantly colder which you gladly welcomed as you walked up to the little table in the sitting area and poured yourself a glass of water from the pitcher.

You took a deep gulp to get rid of your dry mouth as you peaked inside the studio again. You didn’t see him immediately, but you spotted his work station empty.

You stepped inside quietly, scanning the room quickly and spotted leaning against his desk in thoughts.

He wasn't turned towards you, instead he seemed to watch the vase, his vase, do it's thing in the fire oven.

You creeped a bit closer towards him, gripping your water in a death grip as your heart was beating a thousand miles an hour. Once you caught up to him and only a few steps separated you, you cleared your throat to announce your presence without startling him.

His head snapped in your direction and he straightened, before you saw him made a step towards you. "I'm sorry." His voice sounded sincere, but his eyes seemed to hold that same barely contained restraining that you were sure would be mirrored on your own eyes as well. "I'm sorry if I acted unprofessionally towards you, I don't know what I was thinking."

He turned away from you and your had to strain your ears to hear his next words. "That's what I should say, right? Even if I don't mean it." He raked his hands through his hair frustratedly.

Your stomach tightened as you registered his words and saw his exquisite back muscles flex with his movement.

You made a step towards him, as you felt your need coursing through your body violently. That much for calming down.

You set the glass of water down on his desk, as he turned back towards you quickly. His gaze was wild and pure of need as he fixated your full lips and then your eyes. "You know what? I'm actually not sorry. Since you walked in, I can't think fucking straight. I should be professional, I know that, but all I can think about since you stepped into my studio are all the different ways I could fuck you senseless inside of this god damn place. I just want to-"

You didn't let him finish as you closed the distance between you in light speed and crashed your lips against his.

He caught you around your waist reflexively as he tensed up for a second, but then his restrain snapped as grabbed you by your neck and janked you flush against his chest.

A small moan left your lips when your hips connected with his and you felt him hard against your stomach.

You felt his tongue graze over your teeth, asking you for entrance and without thinking twice you let him in. Your tongues started a instant battle for dominance, as you moved your hands through his silken hair and tugged slightly.

You could feel him smirk against your lips as he pushed you back until your ass connected with the desk.

His hands wandered down your sides, setting every inch of clothed skin on fire until he reached your thighs, he gave you a little nudge and you jumped enough to up wrap your legs around his waist thightly.

His hips pushed you onto the table hard and another moan left you at the sensation. His mouth started traveling from your lips onto your neck where his tongue drew lazy circles over your sensitive spot. You felt the fabric of his shirt wrinkle under your tightly fisted hands on his chest as you moaned his name.

One of his hands rested flatly on the desk while his other sneaked over your shoulder in a feather light touch and pulled your straps down, fully in contrast to his wicked tongue. "Please." You bagged as you tugging on his shirt.

He sucked sharply on your neck in response, as your head fell back from the sensation. "Please, what sweetheart? Use your words."

Your back arched as he kissed his way further down your neck. He softly pushed down your tanktop until it pooled at your hips as he clasped open your Bra with his other hand. Out of the corner from your eye you saw your Bra flying to a random corner. "P-please touch me." You begged again as your hand went back to his hair and fisted it?

His indexfinger travelled from your bare right shoulder down onto your hard nipple, where he gave you a slight pinch. "That's what I'm doing right now, no?"

Before you could respond his mouth cupped your other boob and his teeth grazed your sensitive skin.

You pulled on his shirt frantically, desperate to feel his skin under your finger tips. As a whine left your lips, the feeling already overwhelming but at the same time not enough. He released your boob with a pop. "So responsive." He smirked and pulled the shirt over his head to give you a perfect view of his incredible physic.

You let your hand wander over his soft and muscular skin. A growl left his lips as he gripped your wrist and yanked you towards him, his lips crashing on yours in a devouring kiss again.

He unbuttoned your jeans in a swift move and linked his thumbs in the fabric of your jeans as he janked town both your pants and underwear down in one move.

His indexfinger with the golden ring travelled up your bare tigh before it disappeared between your legs where he raked a finger through your soaking folds. Your head fell back in bliss. "Gods"

San eyed your expressions like a hawk, as he cupped you and dipped a two fingers inside of you. Your walls tightened against him as he started pumping inside of you. Your hand gripped his biceps forcefully as your hips rocked against his fingers, taking everything you would get.

Endless moans echoed through the studio as he crashed his lips back on yours. He slightly bit your bottom lip as he curled his fingers inside of you which made you scream out his name.

You could feel your release rapidly build inside of you. "Please.... I'm..." You managed to say, but it was all to overwhelming.

San shook his head with a smirk as he removed his fingers from inside of you. "You're finished when I let you. And I'm dying for a taste." He all but purred before he settled between your legs and looked up at you directly.

It took all your left restrained to not come at that sight directly, and he seemed to notice it, because he grabbed your knees and spread you apart further before he placed your legs on his shoulders.

His smile was deadly as he eyed your bareness before him and dived in light speed.

His tongue laid flat against you as he swiped up your center, your head rolled back as a loud moan left your lips.

San's hands flexed around your thighs as he pulled you closer to wards him. He backed up enough to look back at you. "I want you to look at me, sweetheart."

Your eyes found him reflexively as he dived back in and dipped his tongue inside of you. A rumbling moan left his lips as he started devouring you like a starved man.

While your hips ground against his face shamelessly and greedily. You felt your climax build up in light speed as your legs started trembling. He sucked in your bundle of nerves once twice and your hands gripped his fair painfully. "Come." He ordered and thats all it took as you screamed his name and started seeing stars.

Your release washed over you in intense waves as he picked up every drop of you greedily. You were still shaking uncontrollably as he got up and pulled you flush against his bare chest. His lips found yours and you could taste yourself on him as he spinned you around and bend you down on the desk.

You heard him shuffle and open a condom behind you as your head laid on the side, eying the crying angel stature.

His hand trailed up your spine sensually as he wedged his bare leg between yours and spread your legs apart. You felt his chest against your back, and your ass instinctively pushed back against him.

You felt him twitch against your entrance, as his mouth nipped on your ear before he gave you another soft kiss on your neck.

Without another warning he gripped your hair in his hand and janked your head back as he slammed into you fully. A scream left your lips at the feel of him inside you.

San's voice sounded taut as he pounded into you with enough force to make the whole table move. "Fuck, you're tight."

You slammed your ass back against his hips in desperation as he pulled out of you almost fully and slammed back into you. "You're perfect." He groud out betwen his teeth before his lips found your shouder where he gave you a small kiss.

The glass you set on the table ealier, spilled more and more water on the table but you couldn't give less of a fuck as it just like you for the second time in a row edged closer to destruction.

His lips slammed back on yours as he picked up speed, a trail of moans left both your lips as he pounded in you mercilessly. The scandalous sound of smaking skin, moaning and harsh breathing almost overshadowed the scraping of the table as it moved further and further towards the wall opposite of you.

His movements grew slowly erratic, indicating you that he too was close. As his other hand wandered between your legs where his index finger drew lazy circles around your bud.

You screamed his name as you started shaking and saw blinding white light and stars. His other hand drew soothing circles against your back, much in contrast to his harsh thrusts that had his balls slamming against you with force repeatedly and said. "Let go."

Your back arched and your ass slammed back against him with force as your hands gripped the edge of the desk so hard it was starting to hurt as another scream raked through your body and shattered you into sweet oblivion.

San cursed under his breath as you felt him twitch hard inside your spasming walls. He thrust in you a few more more times, before he too came apart inside of you with a curse of your name on his lips as he rode out both your highs.

Once your both caught your breath a bit he pulled out of you slowly but continued drawing soothing circles on your back. "You know, I've been dreaming of seeing you again from the moment I saw you that day by the namsan tower years back."

Your eyes snapped open in shock, that day you saw him, you realized now. Across the crowd you noticed him and his friends and already back then your breath caught in your lungs.

You've been staring at one another for few seconds when he made a step towards you, waving some of of the peddles from his view.

You were just about to make a step towards them too before your best friend pulled you with her towards the boarding bus.

It followed you for a while on vacation, but you eventually forgot about him. Hell, you didn't even trust yourself that you didn't make the whole thing up back then seeing as your best friend didn't see them at all and said you're crazy.

His Hand massaged the back of your neck under your hair softly. "You asked about the mug earlier, I made it as first art piece once I arrived back home. I was searching for you everywhere that day after you left with your friend, but I couldn't find you."

You set back up on the table as he went up to the sink to wet up a clean cloth, you didn't notice it before but you saw now that he was wearing his underwear again and a loose white shirt.

You pulled up your tanktop again but were still in shock about his recent words. "It's been you? I wasn't sure if I didn't make you up in my mind. My best friend didn't see you guys and said I'm delusional." You laughed to yourself as you already looked forward to clowning her about the whole thing.

After he carefully cleaned you up, he sat you back down on your feet and you quickly pulled up your pants as he did the same.

"Wooyoung never really stopped looking for your friend either by the way. He said she would be his perfect muse." He said with a smirk that highted his dimples even more.

A soft laugh escaped you as a thought formed in your mind. "You just gave me an idea for her next single workshop." San mirrored your knowing smirk as he laced your hand with his and led you towards the work station and your almost finished vase.

He turned towards you with a shy smile. "It might be a bit out of order, but would you like to go on a date with me? I would love to see where our story goes."

You gave him a big smile in return and nodded your head. "I would actually love that."

He took a seat on his spinning chair and pulled you onto his lap before he gave you a kiss on your temple and turned he workstation back on before wet his hands. "Let's start with finishing up your work first."

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A/n: I tried to proofread this FF as best as I could, but English isn't my first language, and I'm dyslexic so I apologize for the eventual mistakes. I hope you liked this ff.

Little Bonus: I found this while looking for inspos for the thumbnail pic. ♡

[hacked-by-jake]

I don't know how or why but I think I have a girl crush on you you are so cool

<33333

Nwjdueiekridudiejrjejudu

Wahhhhhhhhh! 😭 I'm so sorry my answer took so long but tbh, I had no idea what to answer because I wasn't able to find words that would really show how freaking happy your ask made me. Like seriously, you're so kind and it's just such insanely huge honour for me to read this. When I hear people saying they like me it's just so mind blowing for me. I can't describe how much it means to me. 'Everything' would be an understament. Just a big thank you for taking the time to leave those words in my ask box and for making me so happy with it. I wish I could give this happiness back to you somehow. I appreciate so much. People just randomly leaving kind asks is unbelievably wonderful and the world really need more people like you. 🥹🫶🏻

And I can tell you're fucking cool as well! I mean it! 💚💚

[yuvany]

#ENHYPEN WITH AN IDOL!READER

𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍 with a popular idol •°

OT7 𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍 x female reader :: GENRE / WARNING(S) :: fluff + secret lovers + kissing . . not proofread . .WC ; 829 ;; CHECK BOX !!

( reblogs + feedback always appreciated !! )

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆

His eyes trail your figure on stage, the details of your face and dress. Heeseung is in awe at how astonishing you look under the bright stage light, looking so elegant yet controlling, as if you knew the state was yours. Applauds the loudest when you finish your performance, a big smile reaching across his face. When you walk past him to get to your seat, the two of you bow to each other, still holding eye contact. When the announcer called out that you(r group) had won an award, Heeseung is excited for you, smiling and cheering, forgetting that there were other people around him. "Congrats on the award, Love." He says, kissing you gently on the lips after the award show.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆

Being on a variety show together was not easy for Jay. He could barely keep his eyes off you, subconsciously he'd slowly make his way closer to you. You notice this and step aside, not wanting any 'rumors' to spread. After the camera cuts, he approaches you, his hand sneakily finding your waist as he pulls you close to himself. "Don't you want them to know, baby ?" He asks sincerely and you reply, "Dearest, be professional, okay?" You kiss the tip of his nose and Jay gets embarrassed for being called out.

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍

Everyone was basically aware that Jake admired you, never did they know that you two were in a romantic relationship. Clips online showed Jake looking at you from afar with a wide smile and eyes that glimmered, fans online argued that the two of you were just friends. He always wanted to go on a proper date with you, but that was like a dream because you two were incredibly busy people. When finally getting free time, Jake texts you in a flash, "Wanna go on a date, Lovely?" You of course agree, and while being outside, you're both forced to wear masks and caps to keep your identity hidden which he will complain about later.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍

Was an MC, and during today's episode was your group's turn to be interviewed. As you stepped onto the stage, applause filled the environment as Sunghoon introduced you and your group. Everyone bowed to each other politely, and Sunghoon backed away to give more space. You introduce your group, and he watches in awe with heart eyes. "How does it feel to be here?" He asks, his eyes glued on you. "Feels awesome!" You answer, locking eyes with him, the amount of time caught people's attention, how your eyes lingered on him. The mic in your hand gets transferred around as they give their opinion, but Sunghoon still won't take his eyes off you, he only glances at them before looking at you again.

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎

He was glad that the two of you worked in the same industry, that meant that you could run into each other more coincidentally. It was late at night when you walked out of the dance studio to see Sunoo right outside. "Hello, Handsome." You greet, closing the door behind you. "Evening, Princess." Sunoo says with a grin. You ask him what he's doing out here so late, and he simply said that he was on a walk after his practice. "Also wanted to walk you back, and maybe go to the cafeteria first." You nod your head, content with the plan. As you two walk there with your arm linked with his, you two explain your future schedules to plan something nice when free.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍

Would sneak backstage before your group's performance just to hype you up. "Where's Y/n?" You hear his voice from behind, and when you turn to look, you see your group member speaking to him, and he immediately runs over to you after thanking your member. "What are you doing here?" You ask confused and shocked, feeling Jungwon's hands holding you firmly by the shoulders. "Just here to see how you're doing, babe." He says, and you slowly nod. "Just a little nervous, that's all." Jungwon dusts off some fabric from your outfit and tells you you shouldn't be. "You'll be awesome, I know you've worked hard, no need to worry. I'll be watching you." He assures and kisses you on the cheek before running away.

𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈

Would complement you on his live. You(r group) released a new comeback? He'd promote it. "Have you guys heard [. ]'s new album." Riki read the comment, and he nods, his eyes seeming to hold more interest now. "Personally, my favourite is [song], what about you guys?" Riki pulls up his phone to play some of your music, but as well as sending you a message saying that some of his fans were your fans as well. You'd of course do the same when it comes to Enhypen's music. "Hmm? Romance:untold? Of course, I love it!" You answer when someone asks you about it. Fans then start to ship you guys because of how much you guys match, specifically airport outfits.

[kings-highway]

ways haikyuu ships might react to someone assuming they were in a relationship part 2 bc exactly one person cared and that is all I need:

bokuaka: Bokuto would like make it a scene by accident. Like really loudly would echo back "Me and Akaashi, dating?!" and make everyone look. He would go on about what an awesome boyfriend he would make if he were but forget to actually deny it. Akaashi meanwhile would probably immediately, internally panic, and start talking at 1000 words a minute explaining exactly why they're not dating and the real nature of their relationship and he would not succeed in convincing the stranger.

tsukkiyama: Yamaguchi normally just laughs it off and corrects them, but once or twice when he's sure it won't get back to him he's let it slide and let the strange think so. Tsukki almost always way over compensates by scoffing and going on about how uninterested he is in dating, though internally is incredibly embarassed/flustered.

kagehina: Kageyama gets incredibly flustered whenever this happens and starts throwing insults at Hinata to try and prove the opposite, but usually with a very flushed face. Hinata is usually more chill about it and plays it off, but afterwards would ask Kageyama something like: "Isn't it weird that he thought that... could you imagine...? me and you... stupid, right...?" trying desperately to get some kind of validation that will never come.

asanoya: Noya fucking loves it. He doesn't really know why he does, but he'll always correct them and then add something like "haha I'm not that lucky!" or "But if I had a chance!" Asahi, on the otherhand, turns into an absolute panicked mess and frantically begins trying to correct them, hands waving, face bright red, hoping nobody else overheard.

tanakiyo: Tanaka, although secretly very pleased, carefully makes sure everyone is aware that Kiyoko has made it clear they are just friends. After he leaves in his embarassment, Kiyoko then quietly tells them that they'll only be just friends until he graduates.

[spyeriasecret]

and now it's time to play WOULD GRAVITY FALLS CHARACTERS RESPECT YOUR PRONOUNS (pre-weirdmageddon) (non gravity falls fans take this as a sign.)

DIPPER PINES - not sure he'd understand the concept immediately, but would catch on quick because he understands what it's like not being called something you want to be called

MABEL PINES - YES. no question about it. there's so many things i could say here. she'd correct herself for THINKING the wrong pronouns.

STANLEY PINES - understands and correctly genders you for all the wrong, crime-related reasons! bro is the king of preferred names. you say "hey i'm actually exam/ple" and he'll be like "AH. I GET IT. WINK. DO YOU ALSO WANT TO BE NOTIFIED WHEN THE COPS ARE IN TOWN" like i cant overstate this. if you say hey i want to change my identity he will pull out a stack of fake IDs and have you pick one. he's a little confused but he got the spirit!

STANFORD PINES - if you ever need a guy to not grasp a modern-day concept, call this guy! he'd do his best, but only because he wants to be nice. he does Not understand. give him a little bit of systematic exposure and he'll get it! he will take a scientific approach! but he'll get it! somebody get this man 2024ccs of woke liberalism stat

SOOS RAMIREZ - calls you dude and bro. does not call you anything but dude and bro. he knows what you are and he respects that! but let's be real honest here.

WENDY CORDUROY - incredibly supportive and super chill. if you were still in the closet, she'd do the mouth zip motion thing. you get it. she's so awesome about you

WADDLES - oink?

GIDEON GLEEFUL - yes to your face! no behind closed doors. he'd probably call you "that queer" while villain monologuing in his room . i can hear it in his voice

BUD GLEEFUL - THE gravity falls homophobic youth pastor let's be for real he'd say "it's not too late to turn to God" as a christian trans person i'm pretty sure God thinks about lgbtq+ kids and fraudulent capitalists on two separate ends of a very long line

SHERIFF BLUBS & DEPUTY DURLAND - do i even have to say it. i'm gonna say it. solid top and DEAD SERIOUS bottom. they ARE the loud and proud gravity falls lgbtq+ community. if they're transphobic i'll eat my socks.

CANDY CHIU - i know what you guys are thinking . "oh candy's so sweet of course she'd respect your pronouns!" CANDY MOTHERFUCKING CHIU WILL NOT ONLY RESPECT YOUR PRONOUNS, BUT SHE WILL GO OUT OF HER WAY TO USE THEM AT ANY POSSIBLE MOMENT. if she sees somewhere to say your pronouns, she will DO it. because she LOVES YOU. and also she'd fight anyone who gets it wrong!

GRENDA GRENDINATOR - trans. she loves you. will help candy fight anybody who gets your pronouns wrong.

FIDDLEFORD MCGUCKET - honestly this is a hard one. he could ACKNOWLEDGE! your pronouns! but other than that i'm not sure. pre-memory wipe, i think he'd feel a little weird about it, but it would become nothing to him eventually

PACIFICA NORTHWEST - "ew. what the fuck." and then suddenly she's asking you how you figured that out. For No Reason

ROBBIE VALENTINO - calls you a faggot. is it because he is homophobic? because he is one? because he hates you specifically? the world will never know

BLENDIN BLANDIN - he lives in the year 207̃012. i find it hard to believe they haven't made respecting pronouns mandatory yet.

AGENTS POWERS & TRIGGER - are the pronouns on your legal documents????? it's not funny stop laughign

TYLER CUTEBIKER - gay. his pronouns are get/it. he will respect you (in his own ways)

LAZY SUSAN - forgets you had the wrong pronouns in the first place. she respects you by default

TIME BABY - does not refer to you

BILL CIPHER - he would call you your preferred pronouns but DON'T get it twisted. he does not respect you as a living thing. it isn't bigoted (that would be ironic considering that whole sixer thing) he just doesn't. maybe he'd make HEAVY fun of you for good measure but he's got to dig at somebody somehow. also were pronouns even real in his dimension anything could happen man ????

SHMEBULOCK - shmebulock

(did i forget anybody? let me know)

[ooffmlsorry]

One Piece Men Take You on a Nice Vacation

A/N: Well I did a poll and y'all definitely wanted this! Let's be serious so did I. I so desperately wanna go on vacation and leave my cares behind for a week. Alas, my imagination is all I've got 😔

Characters: Monster trio, Law, Koby

ZORO

Vacation? Did you forget who your boyfriend is? Zoro is the epitome of "No days off 😤"

I think what's more likely is y'all ended up getting lost together and it turns into an impromptu vacation

But that doesn't mean it isn't nice to essentially go camping together

You're incredibly lucky, there's a nice waterfall and river, the weather stays beautiful and the nights are crisp and clear

Once you convince him it's better to stay put and wait for the others to finally find you, it becomes a really relax retreat

Zoro still insisting on training, but that's a given. You probably train with him sometimes since you're dating, but otherwise it's the longest uninterrupted peace you've had since joining the crew

Just imagine sitting together with your feet in the cool river water, fishing in comfortable silence. The two of you wade in the stream together and splash each other, cook what you caught, cuddle around the campfire, and look up at the stars at night just talking

The privacy is perfect because it allows you two connect without worrying about any of the your crew mates

Zoro's even admittedly a little surprised by how much he enjoys being alone with you (it definitely gives him thoughts about what your future together could look like)

It's something the two of you look back on incredibly fondly, and if you happen to get lost on an island again...maybe for once Zoro did it intentionally

SANJI

This man is so serious about taking you a vacation, it's the time of your life

He's such a mom though lol. He cooks a shit ton before he leaves with you so the crew can reheat it and still have nutritious meals while their cook is away

He owes Nami so much berri, but since it's for a romantic vacation with you, the interest isn't too bad 🤭

I'd imagine it's somewhere with lots to do and lots to see like Gran Tesoro or Sabaody (*ignoring how fucked they are in context of the story, I just mean a place like that)

Unlike something impromptu accidental like Zoro's, he's planned out everything. A spa day, mani/pedi, sightseeing, shopping, really nice dinners.

You dance around together in your hotel and watch the fireworks and the city lights at night. Not to mention Sanji looks extremely handsome in the glow of it.

He absolutely spoils you! All in the name of how much he appreciates and loves you

And for what it's worth you don't let him forget how much it means to you...whenever you're not utterly speechless. It's more like the two of you spoil each other lol

The two of you have a lot of fun together, living in your own rose-colored world

As much as this is about you, you Sanji sometimes wishes he lived in a fairy tale world and this is it. It's just the breather you both need.

LUFFY

You kind of have to explain to him what a vacation is at first because he thinks you're just asking about going on an adventure with him🤭

Once he does understand the concept, he's pretty gung ho about it! Well, the "relaxing" part of a vacation sounds kind of dull to him but going somewhere just the two of you sounds awesome!

He kind of just springs it on you. You mentioned it once in passing and then a week later you're on a random island together and the Sunny is sailing off to pick you guys up in a week

It's not really a vacation spot, it's just a normal island he's never been to before (because he still doesn't quite understand the difference between a vacation and an adventure) but it's nice. It's somewhat reminiscent of Loguetown or Mock Town

You still have a great time with it's charm and the fact that there's little to no Marines around means you get peace in that aspect

That's the only kind of peace you get though lol

The two of you go all over the place, trying different food, poking around the jungle and in shops, and possibly getting into a little bit of trouble

Every night the two of you crash and sleep in as much as you want, wake up whenever you want and eat as much and whenever you want

It's kind of like a long sleepover with no parents around to keep you in line

As fun as it is you'll probably start to miss the routine of living as a Straw Hat and Luffy's itching to get back to the open seas!

LAW

Law pales at the thought of a vacation, but he's not above it for the people he loves

It's absolutely not his idea though...He was trying to think of something nice for your birthday and the crew told him how stressed you've been lately (plus have seen him? He needs a damn break and they also want him to relax)

He has everything planned down to the minute. When you're going, where you're going, what you're doing, when you'll be back. This man has a whole goddamn itinerary prepared tailored to your wants.

I feel like you guys would go to a place reminiscent of Dressrosa or Water 7 (*again ignoring the in-story horrors lol), something with really beautiful architecture and lots of history.

That plan turns more into more like a rough guideline no he's not upset about it look away but it's okay because you both needed the rest and a little less rigidity does Law some good

It's okay to stumble into a bookstore and get lunch two hours later than you planned, you swear

You two mostly avoid the tourist traps, except the historical ones because they're pretty cool and you learn a lot. Walking down the streets, hand in hand (yes, you get Law to hold you hand in public, it's the small wins okay?)

He can't stop working entirely, but that gives you time to do a little exploring on your own...not to mention you're completely surprised by how he pulls you into his lap as soon as you return

Being alone together makes him realize how important you are to him. There's not nearly as much crowding his mind when he's on vacation and all that free space up there is filled with his love for you

He's also kind of surprised how much he likes you outside of the Heart Pirate's rigid routine. Seeing you dressed up and not prepared for the sea, but rather a nice dinner, is a shock to his system. The fact that you're pretty much two normal people and nothing is falling apart surprises him. Maybe, he thinks, the two of you should do this more often

KOBY

A/N: Koby is literally my baby boy, cuppy-cake, sugar plum, pumpkin. He's so precious. Just a perfect lil guy 🥹💞 if Law is my husband, then Koby is my son

Oh lord, he's sweating lol

You? Wanna go on vacation with him? Alone? He's so flustered! Such a big step!

But he's really happy and super excited!! He definitely has a little countdown going on on his calendar

I could definitely see you guys having a beach type vacation, somewhere with a pier/boardwalk with all kinds of games and maybe a few cheap rides too

He'd absolutely win you a prize, and even better if you beat him and win him a prize

The photo booth pictures you end up taking are so cute and he keeps them forever

You hang out on the beach and build a massive sand castle, y'all probably get a terrible sunburn or at least Koby does 🤭

And at night you take nice long walks, listening to waves and collecting shells that catch your attention

The vacation is good for you, but it's also good for him to be out of the Marine environment for a minute

He gets to enjoy the results of all of his hard work and it makes him incredibly grateful that you're by his side, and when he tells you as such it's a long stuttering speech but he makes it through

Don't be surprised that he's awake at least 2-3 hours before you but that just means he gets time to think about what you're gonna do and be completely captivated as you sleep beside him

Those photo booth pictures? He keeps them in his jacket now. Whenever he gets overwhelmed or feels homesick he'll either look at them or pat his pocket to remind himself of those moments with you

[nickrocketrodriguez]

Hello, Nick! Can you share with us some of your favorite scenes into the writing process of Jurassic World: Chaos Theory? Or even some scenes that didn't end up on the show but you liked it?

Gosh, we wrote these so long ago it's so hard to come up with specifics. For the episodes I wrote, I loved writing the scenes in "Halfway Home" between Daniel and Kenji. I have a relationship in my own life that mirrors (to a certain extent) theirs, so to be able to put all of myself into that episode -- my first as a staff writer on a TV series -- was very special for me. It really allowed me to completely open myself up to working with other writers to intimately. I also get a giggle out of the part where Kenji doesn't have the words to describe Daniel's ultimatum, so he just grunts -- I didn't know if it would make anyone else laugh, but it seemed to, so it stayed! That was pretty fun.

"The Drop" was a bit tougher for me, as it was a pretty pivotal moment between Darius and Kenji. In their scene where they struggle over possession of Brooklynn's phone, I really wanted Darius to rear back to take a swing at Kenji, but for some reason, in a show where people are eaten by dinosaurs, throwing punches (or even implying it) was a no-go, but what ended up in there was still really fun and to the spirit of what I was trying to do.

"Batten Down the Hatches" was sooooo much fun to write as a horror and action fan -- I feel like the team really took what I wrote and ran with it in the best possible way! Seeing that one at SDCC with a group of like 800 fans was something I will never forget. People laughed, gasped, shouted at the screen -- it was just such a cool moment for me.

But getting to introduce Soyona Santos was also such a special thing for me. As I've said in the past, getting to write for Dichen Lachman was such a fanboy moment for me, I'm so glad I got to reintroduce her to the world and help usher in a more three dimensional version of the character than there was time for in Dominion. I love the cat-and-mouse vibe of their conversation. There's also the bit that I'm not sure many picked up on where Santos is the one who uses the term, "limb difference" for the first time in the series. Our consultants had taught me that phrase, and I thought it was an interesting choice for Santos to introduce it to Brooklynn. The thinking was somewhere along the lines of, in her quest to get deeper into the trafficking of dinos, she probably didn't have a ton of time to look into how she was really feeling about losing her arm, let alone find anyone else who'd introduce that phrase to her. So when Santos uses it, there's a split second where Brooklynn kinda connects with it. I think it shows that Santos isn't just a mustache-twirly type of villain. She's intelligent, she's hip to how language has evolved, and she might even be a good person in another life. There was a moment where it was called into question whether or not Santos would use the phrase, so I'm especially glad we got to keep it in there.

And don't even get me started on the episodes my amazing colleagues wrote for the rest of the series. They all did such an incredible job, I don't even have enough words to express how awesome their episodes turned out, not to mention how awesome all of the rest of the crew did in bringing the show to life!!

[thollandneedy]

Bed Chem- Tom Holland

A/n: Did i took almost 2 weeks to write it? Yes. Did i slay? Also yes

Warnings: Swearing and smut

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The white dress had transparent details around it, like tree branches hugging Y/n's waist. The woman had her legs crossed as she sat waiting for her agent to notify her of the arrival of her car. Her attentive eyes caught sight of a man in a white jacket, black jeans that clearly showed off his plump buttocks and his strong arms that seemed to be begging to be freed from his black shirt. The young woman supported her weight on one of her hands, tilting her body to the side in an attempt to see the brunette's face, but caught by surprise, his assistant called out to her:

“Y/N. Can we go?” A man with rectangular glasses asked her, holding out his hand so that the woman could lean on it.

“Um, sure.” The woman straightened her dress, slicked back her hair and walked slowly towards the exit of the fashion event that had just taken place in a historic museum. The architecture of the environment was the same, but with some transparent chairs with comfortable ivory seats. The fashion show of one of Y/n's sponsors had just taken place in the museum's garden, which was decorated with floral and mythical elements that seemed to be inspired by “Alice in Wonderland”. As she neared the exit door, a familiar figure called out to her, causing her to turn around and smile, walking away from her agent.

“Y/N” Laura Harrier, smiling, held out her arms as if waiting for a hug, which was quickly reciprocated.

“Laura! I didn't see you the whole event.” Y/n says as soon as she's out of the hug.

“I was with some of my cast mates. How are you?” The pony-tailed brunette replies, pointing to some people in a circle chatting and laughing quietly to themselves.

“I'm fine, but I have to go. New York is calling.” Y/n lies.

She hadn't been able to write anything for a while, let alone find a chord on the various instruments she played. It wasn't a lack of ideas, because like all Hollywood artists, it wouldn't be wrong to be able to use a song as a template, but nothing seemed to be original enough or to capture her attention in order to finish the song. 

“But already? Well, stay! We haven't seen each other for over five months.” The brunette asked, holding both of Y/n's hands as if begging him to stay.

Y/n smiles, but denies it with his head. Just as her mouth threatens to open in response, the man she was looking at approaches Laura, with a friendly smile and brunette hair as silky as linen. Y/n moves away briefly, giving him room to greet the actress.

“Laura! Good to see you.” The brunette says, and as soon as she finally manages to blur the actor's beautiful body, Y/n smiles with satisfaction, discovering who this man was who had caught her eye without even saying a word.

Thomas Stanley Holland, the newest Spider-Man

I couldn't deny the media attention he was getting, let alone his distinctive British accent.

And damn, what a voice 

“Tom, this is Y/n.” The girl in the red dress moved her body away from the actor, making room for the singer to enter the scene and greet him with a friendly handshake, which ended up becoming an embarrassed hug.

“Y/n L/n. It would be a lie if I didn't tell you that I listen to your songs in my car. You're incredibly spectacular in your songs.” The Brit compliments her, causing a shy smile to escape from his pink, glossed mouth.

“I appreciate your affection, Spiderman.” The woman replies, prompting a low laugh from the actor. “I've never been a big fan of Marvel, or any superhero franchise, but this time you convinced me to watch. You were awesome.” Y/n returned the compliment, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear, adorned with a pearl earring.

“Getting a compliment from you made my day worthwhile.” The brunette replies.

“My brother will go crazy when he finds out I talked to Spider-Man.” Y/n laughs, remembering that his younger brother was obsessed with the character Thomas played.

The two of them were already in such proximity that if they lifted their arms to fix their hair, they would end up touching. Electronic music played in the background, while waiters passed by handing out champagne and other appetizers to the guests in the garden and others who entered the museum to take photos. The actress, sensing the connection between the two newcomers, approached briefly, asking to be excused, trying not to cut off the rapprochement that was being generated.

“Sorry to interrupt, but some of my colleagues are calling me. Do you mind if I leave?” The actress asks, receiving a silent no and smiling in thanks as she quietly leaves in search of her friends who have called her to take photos. 

“So you have a brother? What's he like?” Thomas asks, stepping forward, trying to move his steps elsewhere as they talk.

“He's great, but he knows how to drive me crazy.” Y/n laughs, following in the actor's footsteps and walking to the exit door.

“You don't want to go to my house to meet my family then. I have four brothers, and for a touch of femininity, my dog Tessa.” Tom mentioned, putting his two hands behind his back and causing the singer to react with astonishment at the number of brothers he had.

“And do you get along?” Y/n asks, receiving a yes between silly smiles. 

“Yes, quite a lot. But it's still difficult to deal with.” Tom continues the conversation, only to be interrupted when his agent calls him with his hands, showing that his black vehicle is already waiting. “I have to go now. I have to do a photo shoot later and I haven't even eaten yet. Can I text you later? Maybe I'll be free tonight. “Holland mentions, shifting his posture to face the woman in the see-through dress.

As soon as he stopped, his eyes once again shifted to watch her.  The woman's clear smile mesmerized him, as her eyes beckoned him to touch her. Even though her face had delicate, virginal features, Holland's mind was filled with dirty thoughts, however unintentionally. The actor had no intention of making the woman do anything she didn't want to do, let alone disrespect her, because his British moralism would never allow it. 

Y/n, on the other hand, felt the same way. Women are discreet and careful in the way they express their admiration for appearance, especially of a man they had never met before. Y/n would deny the invitation if she was silly and really had important work to do, but perhaps a distraction would help her inspiration. 

“I didn't give you my number.” Y/n says.

“I've been following you on Instagram for a while.” The brunette admits, looking away.

“And where are we going?” Y/n asks, drawing a sideways smile from the actor.

“Wherever you want, darling.”

(...)

The sun had been out for hours, and the bars were closing. The air in London managed to be more different than in New York, strangely wetter. Thomas's apartment had some of its lights on when his shoes were thrown into the hallway, and the walls made banging noises as if there was a fight about who was stronger. The clock struck almost two in the morning, and the neighbors who had once tried to sleep were now hiding their ears from the sounds coming from the young actor's apartment. 

“I don't usually do this on first dates,” Y/n said, tripping over her own shoes as her long-sleeved blouse was lifted, exposing her white bra.

“Don't worry, doll. I won't tell anyone.” Thomas says, kneeling down in front of the singer, allowing his tongue to meet her exposed belly, leading it to her covered breasts, which she responds to with a positive moan. “Can I take it off?” The actor brought his eyes up to hers, as if they were begging for his wish to be granted.

“Please.” One of Thomas' hands goes up to the clasp of Y/n's bra, unbuttoning it in a second with just one hand. 

Carefully, he pulls her up, holding her legs and pressing her against the wall so that her feet don't touch the floor. Their necks meet in a hard, abrupt touch, while their mouths move in sync, not allowing them to move. Carrying her on his lap, Holland detaches the woman from the wall, taking her to his bedroom a few rooms away. The couple laugh, allowing the actor to open his eyes and walk through the corridors of their home.

“I bought the apartment recently. I still haven't got used to everything in here.” The brunette admits, while Y/n wraps her arms around the young man's neck, agreeing with what he has said.

She didn't even know what he was saying on the way, since her concern was how he was going to touch her, hold her and turn her. Y/n noticed that they were approaching a white door with a silver handle, which was easily opened by one of Thomas's free hands, as the singer's legs were entwined around his hips. The brunette closed the door behind him, taking a deep breath as he let the woman's feet touch the heated floor, watching her room as the lights came on. As much as Y/n wanted to check the actor's room for red flags before he could commit some kind of act he would later regret, it wasn't possible for the place to be assessed, since Holland's tongue will find Y/n's within seconds of leaving it on the floor.

“Holy shit, Y/n” Thomas holds her against him, walking backwards as if guiding her into a mysterious cave of hidden secrets.

“What?” The woman smiles, as Thomas's hands go down to the buttons of the younger woman's pants, which manage to be removed with ease by his nimble fingers.

Y/n's ass becomes exposed to the warm air of the room, while Holland begins to feel his member harden against the factory of his pants, adjusting his hard-on in search of relieving the feeling of desperation buried between his legs. The heat rises to his cheeks, making him stretch out on the bed, putting both hands behind him to support the weight of his body against the bed he was lying on. His eyes drifted down to his smooth, apparently freshly shaved legs, returning to his hard breasts against the shirt he was wearing.

“Come ride on me,” Thomas asked, quickly removing his shirt after thrusting his body forward, carefully pulling the singer's thighs apart until she was sitting on his lap, rolling against his erection as soon as she felt it.

The singer smiles sideways, resting her two hands on the actor's back, who lies back, allowing her to take control of the moment and feel safe in the midst of the act they were about to perform. The air seemed to be getting denser and denser, and that was exactly what Y/n needed for her week's vacation. Something that inspired, surprised and called her to focus on something other than just music and work. 

The woman removes her blouse, finally exposing her hot body, sliding it against the actor's muscular chest, which allows a moan to escape her mouth. Y/n's back arches, as her mouth seeks out Holland's mouth once again with her tongue and fiery desire. The actor holds on tightly to her hair, bringing her closer, until the sound of the zipper opening is heard and he finds himself with only a hut as a representation of underwear.

“It's been a while since I've done that.” The singer confesses between wet kisses, feeling her lower lip being touched by her sexual partner's tongue.

“I'll help you,” the actor offers, finishing removing his underwear, leaving them both completely exposed to their desires on the bed with its wine silk sheets and comforter of the same color. 

Without even thinking about protection, Y/n put one of her hands on the actor's chest while she searched for his member so that she could fit into his wet entrance. The need for touch was so intensely hot that foreplay was no longer part of the process. The actor's penis fit perfectly into the younger woman's layers, feeling every bit of her completing her between wet slides of her pussy. The man groans loudly, gripping the woman's waist tightly until he makes red marks on each side. Y/n throws her head back, pressing her thighs together so that her movements meet Thomas's in their sexual synchrony. The man's hands manage to control the woman's sloppy movements, making her moan louder. 

“Fuck, Thomas.” The woman moans thinly, closing her eyes as if to squeeze them shut.

“Do you like that?” The man draws her attention with a muffled voice.

“Uhum” The girl rides his lap hard, finding a perfect rhythm. “Oh, shit”

Holland quickly pulled a pillow over his head, managing to improve his view of the surrounding singer. He couldn't tell if it was because her vocal range was so good, or because he was enchanted by her, but every sound she made managed to be perfect. The window of Thomas's apartment was open, as were the curtains that exposed the immense City of London as if each light in each house were a tiny star in a sea of space. The light was low, almost reaching the same intensity as the moon, which was also part of the lighting used by the couple. Holland moved his left hand to the pillow, squeezing it tightly with each thrust that Y/n made into his hard member. 

“Huh,” the brunette moaned. “If you keep this up, I'm going to come soon.” The man warned.

“And that wasn't the intention, baby?” The girl says breathlessly.

Her breasts were exposed, swaying with each hard smack against her wet spot. Her clitoris could be stimulated by her own hand, seeking a faster and stronger orgasm, so that she could relax her body for a good sleep, or perhaps another round that felt satisfying. As soon as Thomas noticed the stimulation she was practicing on herself, he caught her eye:

“No, darling. Let me touch you. I want to make you scream.” The Briton said, placing one of his free hands under the woman's hand in front of him, making her get off quickly so that she could be penetrated once more.

The pillow, which once served as a support for the actor's head, was now positioned against the woman's belly as she lay in a straight position with her hips slightly raised. Thomas kisses the singer's ass, running his hands over her soft skin, his eyes fixed on the beginning of the bed adorned with several pillows that he probably hadn't even used. Thomas holds the base of his penis, placing it against the entrance of the woman who involuntarily asks him to penetrate her, pressing her wet core against the pink head of his penis. Feeling the wetness of his member in contact with her entrance, it was as if her insides missed him and were ready for him to take her.

Without haste, the actor's penis entered the woman, eliciting a loud moan from her that was muffled by the mattress. Y/n's loose hair was pushed away from her face, allowing him to see even the slightest of her facial expressions as he penetrated her to the point where their skins made a sound. Her back arched like a cat's, and her position was perfect for hitting her G-spot with ease. With a feeling of power overtaking his body, Thomas put his weight against Y/n's back, lowering one of his hands to one of her breasts, which were massaged with fervor when he found them. Once again, a loud moan came out, now sounding hoarse and lacking the strength to moan any louder. 

“Thomas!” Y/n moans, clutching the messy sheets.

Holland takes on more shape and movement, starting to feel the sweat build on his wet chest. His mouth opens in an “o”, while his eyes close abruptly as he feels a huge explosion forming inside him. His breaths, as unregulated as they were, still came in a rush. Y/n felt his body tense up, as if his muscles were trapped in a cage of exhaustion after too long without an intense connection. 

“Come for me, come on. Let me hear you,” the brunette ordered, as if he were imposing a commandment on her. 

Y/n can't even deny the request, as the orgasm hits her hard like an eruption from a fiery volcano, feeling her fire being put out by the actor's soothing cum. Her walls contract, expelling her entire furrow in a shrill scream from both of them in the room, as if their bodies were begging for more. The brunette exhaled the air of satisfaction, allowing his body to fall next to his partner, who was still recovering from the physical effort and energy released during the climax. The girl smiles to herself, putting one of her hands to her face to cover her silly laughter, and then sneaking closer to the actor, whom she embraces in an affectionate gesture. Her body is wrapped in the sweaty man's arms, who smiles briefly at the naked singer, then says:

“I don't know what we'd be like as a couple, but I'm sure we have good bed chem”

[the-darkestminds]

2024 Fic Writer End of Year Roundup

Answer and then tag three or more creators to keep the game going!

(If you're in my answers consider yourself tagged if you'd like to play!)

1. How many words did you publish on AO3 in 2024?

224,227. Would've been 232,998 BUT I decided to post RMWTLI chapter 3 tomorrow instead of today lol.

2. How many fics did you complete this year?

7!

3. How many in progress or ongoing fics did you start this year?

I currently have three fics in progress... Autumn's Shadow, Remind Me Where The Light Is and Rhysand Is The Most Handsome High Lord... !

4. What was your favorite thing you wrote?

Autumn's Shadow is my favorite fic. I have worked so incredibly hard on it and it's my first ever long fic. I'm very proud of it. I hope to finish it soon!

5. What piece was your most experimental or different from your usual style?

Rhysand Is The Most Handsome High Lord... is definitely the most experimental. It's my only fic that doesn't center around Eris and Azriel and it's very smutty and ridiculous. It makes me laugh lmao

6. Did any fics surprise you - either while writing or their reception

The series He Comes At Night surprised me. Somehow I sat down and wrote both of these each in one sitting and I had a lot of fun with the reader reactions lol. I didn't expect the wonderful responses I got but I am so grateful!

7. Do you have a fic you wrote and loved that went under the radar? (This is your sign to reblog/repost it!)

I am pretty proud of His Father's Son. I wouldn't say it necessarily went under the radar, OC fics tend to be less popular in general. But I didn't think I'd get this one done and when I did I was very happy with the result!

8. Who is an artist that inspired you?

There are soooo many. I wish I could list them all, but these people consistently wowed me with their art. I need more, always:

@palomita-de-la-sangre @fourteentrout @queercontrarian @elleybug @nus4y @lucychanart @olenvasynyt @bonecarversbestie @works-of-heart

9. Who is an author that inspired you?

This question is why it took me so long to make this post lol. I hate to leave anyone out, and I read so many fics this year and loved all of them. I'll do my best!

everything @chunkypossum writes moves me. I'll never get enough of their writing. I feel like they speak to me personally whenever I read one of their fics. @jules-writes-stories for JEL. She's incredible at world building and her writing is beautiful. @mistandmemories for her stunning rhythm !! and the insanely delicious tension and chemistry between az and eris. phew. @g00seg1rl for being hilarious and her crazy hot smut. @fourteentrout for his tamsand. the best I have ever read. and for somehow being just as insanely talented with azris too?! not to mention his art! I am obsessed. @/tessabeth for making me fall desperately in love with cazris. her writing changed me lol. no joke. @neciebee for her uniquely gorgeous style and sadlube. @acourtofladydeath for making me cry. @talibunny30 for her depiction of nesta that has stuck with me for months! I'll wait forever for more. @zenkindoflove for making me fall in love with alexius to the point where I forget he's not real! @crazy-ache for her creativity and beautiful writing. @lovely-vanserra-sunshine for breaking my heart in the best way with eris and lucien's backstories. @buffy-vanserra for eris's SNARK my god. it's so good. @clockwork-ashes for her lovely prose and seemingly endless ideas!! @thequeenofnightmares for her brain. the plot building is insane with this one. @shadowsandlint for keeping me on the edge of my seat! @jolenes-library for her super fun AU!! @born-to-riot for being able to do it all: fluff, intrigue, whump... she's awesome, and so funny.

I know I'm forgetting someone. If you're not here, it's only because my brain is overflowing. I love you all!! 😭

10. Who is a new author you discovered?

EVERYONE ABOVE lol. But also, copying chunky and giving a special shoutout to @jules-writes-stories, @mistandmemories, and @chunkypossum. The first two lovelies have been writing big azris fics along with me, and earlier in the year we all followed What We Deserve together. It's been the highlight for me for sure. Also, extra extra special shoutout to @pippsmcgee for her beautiful mind and incredible talent.

11. Did you do any collaborations? How did it start?

Editing to add that while I didn't technically co-write a piece with anyone, @pippsmcgee is my #1 collaborator and well on her way to becoming co-author lol

12. What accomplishments are you proudest of?

For becoming a writer! This was the first year I've ever written anything and now it's my favorite pastime and has been extremely cathartic.

13. What did you learn about writing or creating this year?

I am most happy with my work when I write exactly what I want without worrying about what might be the most popular. And I found that talking to other writers is motivating and so fun. Makes everything better.

14. Any advice you’d like to share with new or aspiring writers?

Please find joy in the process. If you don't enjoy what you're writing, write something else! And... fandom is about community. Writing has brought me to so many new friends. Don't be afraid to reach out to other authors! Spread the love!

15. What are your creative goals for 2025?

My main goal is to finish Autumn's Shadow. If I do that, I will be happy.

[clarisse0o]

Camp Wiegman-Part 54

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternative Universe : Military School

Words: 5k

Masterlist

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Monday, February 15th; 09:00 AM - Hotel.

A new day begins in the Alps. While Lucy, Jenni, and Ingrid are at the reception arranging snowmobiles for us, the others are waiting outside. Watching them playfully battle with snowballs makes me smile. I loved the snowball fight we had at school... Although I do regret a little how it ended. It's a memory I won’t forget, especially considering how sick I got right after recovering. I’m glad the girls didn’t follow them outside to join in. Instead, we stayed warm inside, watching through the windows and waiting for our friends to give us instructions for the day.

"So, how was your Valentine’s Day?" Ale finally asks.

"Absolutely amazing!" Mapi exclaims enthusiastically. "I never really celebrate it, but I think I’m going to change my mind now," she admits. "Ingrid was incredible. She surprised me from start to finish."

"I can say the same," I add. "I didn’t even realize it was the 14th of February."

"Me neither," Alexia laughs. "Jenni really surprised me too."

"I heard you fell asleep during the movie last night?" Mapi teases, nudging me.

I blush and nod reluctantly. They must have noticed, or maybe Lucy mentioned it without me knowing. I was so comfortable and exhausted from the day that the movie knocked me out. Poor Lucy must have carried me to our room because apparently, I was too asleep to wake up.

"Yeah, but Lucy didn’t mind, so it’s all good. So, what did you do during the day?" I ask, trying to change the subject.

"We went Timbersledding in the morning. It was awesome!"

"Really? We did that too!" Mapi exclaims. "Except we did it in the afternoon."

"What is that?" I ask, suddenly feeling clueless.

"It’s like motocross on snow," Alexia explains. "It took me a while to remember the word too," she admits, as if it wasn’t a big deal if I didn’t know it.

"Motocross on snow?" I squint. "Isn’t that kind of like snowmobiling?"

"Yeah," she giggles. "But it’s way more powerful."

The revelation makes me feel even more foolish. They must think I’m really timid after how I reacted to Lucy’s few accelerations the other day.

"We had a half-hour lesson, enough time for me to get the hang of it, and then we went up into the mountains," she continues. "At one point, the instructor let us go on our own. Jenni knows I love thrills, so we try to do activities like that whenever we can."

"I have to admit it was really cool," Mapi says. "We had the same setup, and I don’t regret it."

"Is that all you did?"

"No. She took me to lunch afterward. Then in the afternoon, we did dog sledding and finished with a zip line. That was awesome too!"

"Ooooh! Really? No surprise there, that must have been amazing."

"Yeah," she smiles. "If there’s one thing you should do before leaving, it’s definitely that!"

"Wow, Jenni doesn’t mess around," Mapi says.

"Never. She also took me to a restaurant for both lunch and dinner. Then we finished with *Titanic*."

"And you, Mapi? What did you do in the morning?"

"We stayed here. We had breakfast in bed, and she had planned a spa session for us. After that, I also got to do dog sledding. Then we went to eat, and you know the rest. We’ve been talking about ourselves, but what about you? Did Lucy live up to the expectations?" she teases.

"Of course she did. We also started with breakfast in bed, then she arranged a carriage ride."

"Seriously? That’s so cool," Alexia says. "Maybe that could rival our sledding."

"Maybe, yeah," I giggle. "It was really nice. We cuddled up together the whole ride. Afterward, we went to eat in town, and then she took me to an exhibition."

"An exhibition?" Mapi asks, puzzled.

"Yeah. There was one in the nearby village. She saw a poster at the hotel and wanted to take me because she knows how much I love that."

"Oh... Sounds like she really nailed it," Mapi comments.

"Absolutely! We ended the day with a massage session and a private pool at the hotel. Then, like you, we ate at the hotel and watched a movie. She really chose all the activities I love; it was amazing."

I could have shared more about our morning when she told me she loved me, but I prefer to keep that detail to myself for now. Who knows how they would react? I don’t need them to get all excited right away. It’s something intimate that I plan to cherish on my own. We don’t have much more to talk about, as the three people we were waiting for walk towards us. Judging by their expressions, things didn’t go well.

"We couldn’t get the snowmobiles," Jenni grumbles.

"Weren’t they available for this morning?" Mapi asks.

The hotel had put up a board showing when they were available and how many there were. It seems we were too late for today. Yet, as Mapi just said, they should have been available this morning.

"They’re already reserved for early afternoon, and they’re worried we won’t return in time," Lucy explains.

"We’re stuck here. We’ll have to find another activity for the day," Ingrid sighs.

"Well, we could take a walk in the forest," Alexia suggests. "The girls are already having fun outside, so we might as well enjoy it, that way everyone’s happy."

We all look at each other for a moment, as if silently deliberating. I don’t mind this plan. Lucy and I love nature, so I’m sure she’d agree too. As for the other three girls, they don’t seem opposed to the idea either.

"She’s right. I’ll check with the reception to see if there are any trails nearby. » Jenni says

"Good idea, I’ll join you."

Lucy, who just responded, follows her, as does Ingrid. We’re back to three again. I sigh, starting to get a bit tired of waiting around. Seeing some empty chairs not far from us, I don’t hesitate long before heading over to them, quickly followed by my friends.

- Everything seems to be going well between you and Lucy, said Mapi.

- Yeah, everything's great. I'm glad we're on vacation, though. It's not the same at school.

- That's true. How do you plan to handle things there? Ale asked.

- Lucy wants to keep the two relationships separate.

- What do you mean by that...?

- She wants to continue being my supervisor.

- And do you think she'll manage? Mapi teased. I mean, even if you two aren’t sleeping together yet, you seem really close!

- What do you know about that anyway? I retorted, unable to stop blushing. In any case, that's something that concerns only us.

- Oh yes, for sure, but Mapi's right, Alexia chimed in. Jenni didn’t want to mix things either. Well, it was different since she wasn’t in charge of me at the time… But it was still hard to keep our distance. In the end, she was the one who came to see me until we got caught.

- As you just said, it’s different. Lucy and I can see each other more often. Even if I won’t get any affection, I’ll still be with her, and that’s all that matters to me. Anyway, there are only a few months left, and I doubt Lucy will crack during that time. She doesn’t tend to give up when she wants something to work her way.

- That’s true... She’s always been the reasonable type, I think, Mapi sighed. Doesn’t that bother you? I mean, you’re usually someone who lets loose. I don’t get the impression that’s her style.

I frowned and shook my head. I know Lucy is reasonable, but it’s never been a problem. As I told Lucy herself, I love our differences.

- No, it doesn’t bother me. Thanks to that trait, she’s brought stability into my life.

- You’re right, Ale smiled. If there’s one thing Lucy can bring you, it’s definitely stability.

- The question is whether that’s what you want, Mapi muttered.

The tone of her voice didn’t sit well with me. Something was off. She wasn’t like this earlier in the morning. I didn’t have time to react as a hand rested on my shoulder. When I turned around, I saw my girlfriend’s smiling face. I decided not to dwell on Mapi's remark and smiled back at Lucy.

- Is everything settled? I asked.

- Yeah, the receptionist recommended a nice trail, and we can even stop to eat if we leave now, she announced. I came to get you. The others went outside to let the girls know.

- Cool.

I stood up, ready to take her hand, but Mapi didn’t give me the chance. She slipped her arm through mine instead.

- Come on, let’s go! she shouted.

I bit my lip as I looked back while she dragged me toward the exit. I found Lucy sighing. Even though she doesn’t say it anymore, I know she still struggles to tolerate Mapi’s behavior when she acts like this. Alexia, on the other hand, was trying not to laugh beside her. Unlike her, I didn’t find the situation funny. It’s not easy to find the right balance between the two. I turned back to Mapi, who flashed me a smile that I found hard to return. In situations like this, I struggle to understand her, but as a good friend, I held back my comments and let her lead me without a fuss. After all, she also has the right to some of my time.

Monday, February 15; 1:30 PM - Forest.

- Don’t you want to move a little faster?

I stifled a groan upon hearing Mapi's voice again.

- Go ahead, we’ll catch up, Alexia replied with a hint of amusement.

- Well… okay. See you later!

I sighed, running my hand over my face to avoid watching her skip ahead. She had managed to exhaust me. I’ve never known a walk to feel this long. I guess I’m familiar with the phenomenon that’s currently prancing in front of us until she finds her girlfriend. I love walking, but with the many kilometers we’ve covered and Mapi’s endless chatter, my feet are on fire, and my head is about to explode. I was grateful to the others for making stops from time to time. The worst part was that she kept rehashing our past, which she recounted to Alexia. Alexia kindly stayed with us, seeing my despair. She brought up so many memories. I didn’t even remember doing half of it. Our evenings were what she talked about the most. She kept circling back to that, glancing at me as if expecting a reaction. I didn’t give her one. All I could think about was how thankful I was to Lucy for getting me out of that cycle. It will always be a part of me, but I’ve learned to have fun in other ways now. Drinking and smoking can be fun for a while, but it’s no longer something I want to do every weekend. Mapi finally tired of her act when I started lagging behind the others. She’s now gone, without even noticing my weariness. Alexia burst into laughter shortly after she left, quickly joined by my girlfriend, who had waited for us to stay with us. I must have made quite a face because they couldn’t stop laughing. Still, I couldn’t help but smile as I realized that Alexia and Lucy were sharing a laugh. It’s not something you see every day.

- Alright, are you done? I’d like to see you in my shoes!

- Sorry, but your face was priceless, Alexia defended herself between laughs.

- It’s really not funny.

- What did she do to make you look like that? Lucy asked.

- Talk, talk, and talk some more... but like, all the time! And the worst part was she only talked about what we used to do! Can you believe that?

- If you must know, I learned that Ona was the champion at forgetting last night’s mess after a party, Alexia summarized with amusement.

My elbow reflexively jabbed into Alexia’s side. I took the opportunity to give her a stern look. I didn’t need Lucy knowing that kind of thing. I’m not proud of it. The worst part is that I never ended a night the same way. Rarely did I wake up in a bed, with or without Mapi. I was a party animal, and I’ll probably never shake that label.

- You don’t need to hit her, Lucy scolded me. It’s not like I didn’t suspect it. I saw the kind of parties you hung out at.

I blushed, regretting not thinking about that before taking her to Miller’s house. Maybe that’s why she so easily agreed to go. She wanted to see where I spent all my nights before I met her. She was right. It was in that house that I spent most of my nights. Miller was lucky enough to have parents who often had to travel for work. They let him do as he pleased as long as the house was clean when they returned, and he always managed to do that. I’ve lost count of how many times we had to help him clean up. We made quite a mess. As Mapi mentioned earlier, there was even a time when we painted all the walls of the house. I think that was the first time Miller got scolded. We couldn’t afford to run from what had been done since it was a weekend. However, we were good at repainting all the walls after our classes. It would have taken them several days if we hadn’t helped.

- Well, I was a teenager after all, I shrugged.

- That’s no excuse. I didn’t go out that much when I was a teenager.

- What were you like? Alexia asked curiously, unknowingly saving me from a certain argument.

- Much more reasonable, Lucy smiled. If we went out, it was like now. We went to a bar, the movies, or something like that. Parties didn’t interest me. Jenni went sometimes, but I never joined her.

Seeing them chat so easily made me smile. In just a few days, this trip has already done a lot of good. The fear Alexia had when we left seems to have disappeared. I had kept telling her she was worrying for nothing. Lucy's behavior must have reassured her a lot. She’s much more relaxed here, and as I told her, Alexia noticed that Lucy has nothing to do with the “Commander” from Camp Wiegman. The fact that Lucy knows Ale was there for me a lot when we weren’t on good terms must help. She understood that I really care about her, and that must have calmed her down about her. At least, I imagine that for Lucy, Ale made up for sending away her best friend by being there for me because she’s stopped resenting her since. It’s a good thing we became roommates. Without our friendship, none of this would have been possible.

- Were you popular? I joked as I joined the conversation.

- No, she immediately replied. I started to become known when I got into sports in high school, but since I never went to parties, no one paid attention to me. I was way too focused on studying to get my diploma.

- I’m sure it wasn’t necessary. You’re very smart, I replied.

Maybe, she shrugged with a small smile. But I still graduated top of my class in high school, and despite my injury, I found a good college for my higher education. Without my good grades in all subjects, who knows how I would’ve ended up without sports.

Lucy deserves a lot of credit. Who knows how things would have turned out if she had only focused on training… She can anticipate things if they go wrong. That's definitely not my case. I tend to rush in headfirst.

"Wow," Alexia says. "I didn’t know you got injured. Maybe I should focus more on my studies," she laughs.

"Oh, don’t worry. Injuries happen, but they don't affect many people, really. I guess I’m just one of the unlucky ones."

"Don’t say that," I reply.

"You handled it very well, so that’s cool," Ale says. "What did you end up studying, if you don’t mind me asking?"

"Well, my injury changed a lot of things. Jenni was just as upset as I was. That’s when we came up with the idea to open a gym together. My only option was to enroll in a management school specialized in sports, but few schools offered that. When I had to move to Manchester, Jenni didn’t hesitate for a second to follow me."

"But she continued with sports, right?" Alexia asks, frowning.

"Yes, she did. We went to the same school but with different majors. She still took some of my courses as electives to help support our project."

"I didn’t know that. I mean, I knew what she wanted to do, but she never explained the backstory. How did you two meet, anyway?" Alexia continues, clearly intrigued.

"We’ve known each other forever," she shrugs. "She was my neighbor, and she would stand up for me when the neighborhood kids picked on me. I was an easy target as a little girl, and she hated that," she laughs. "She’s always been very diplomatic in conflicts. Since then, we’ve never been apart."

"I was so jealous of you at first," Alexia admits. "Jenni talked about you like you were the most precious thing in her life," she explains, making Lucy smile. "She insisted on making sure you knew about us. I was terrified of that, given your reputation, and even more so when she admitted you didn’t take it well. I thought you would break us up in a heartbeat."

Lucy sighs, running her hand through her hair, almost embarrassed by Alexia's confession. I’m just an observer in this scene, but I listen intently. I’ve wanted to know the whole story for a long time, and if it could end here, that would be perfect.

"I did struggle with it, yes. Working at Camp Wiegman was important to me, both for personal and financial reasons."

I smile, fully understanding the personal reasons. Knowing that I’m one of the few who knows that part of her life warms my heart. I feel privileged.

"I was afraid Jenni would ruin everything for us, but at the same time, I wanted nothing more than her happiness. I understood that you meant a lot to her, so I held back, just as she asked me to. Still, what I feared came true. You got caught, and she got fired. I couldn’t hide my anger towards you after that."

"I’m sure it wasn’t as strong a feeling as you make it sound," I murmur.

"No, but I had a hard time accepting Jenni’s departure. I thought everything was over. Even so, she never gave up. She was unemployed for two months during the summer before finally finding work at a gym. It was because of that period that our funding got blocked," she explains. "They thought we were unstable professionally, but we proved that wasn’t the case, and here we are, finally launched."

"My intention was never for her to get fired," Alexia says, regret in her voice.

"I know. I just expected your relationship to fall apart after she left, and that she would have ruined everything for nothing. I was wrong, and I regret that. It was a good thing that Ona was in your room. I got to see a different side of you thanks to her. I hope you don’t hold too much of a grudge against me. It was never my intention to hate my best friend’s girlfriend."

"It’s fine. You had your reasons, and I completely understand. I just hope everything’s better now."

"Of course," Lucy smiles. "I won’t question your relationship anymore. As long as you take good care of her, you’ll have my full support."

"Then we shouldn’t have any problems," Alexia giggles.

"If we do, I’m sure Ona will make sure to put me back in my place," Lucy jokes, wrapping her arm around my shoulders.

I blush as Alexia laughs. The image must be hilarious, even if it’s probably what would happen. I’m glad everything is resolved now, and since they get along, I’ll make sure to maintain their relationship. I love Alexia, and since she’s the girlfriend of Lucy’s best friend, it’s best to keep things peaceful between all of us.

"I doubt that will be necessary. You’re the one who makes most of the decisions, right?" Alexia asks Lucy.

"Hmm... No. I mean, we make decisions together. And don’t be fooled—Ona has quite the temper when she wants to. Right?" 

She playfully nudges me with her hip. I wish I could shrink into the ground right now. The worst part is, I can’t deny it. I do have a strong personality when I’m comfortable with someone. I hadn’t realized I’d reached that point with Lucy.

"Yeah, yeah," I mutter.

"Oh, guys, the cabin’s finally here!" Mapi yells from up front.

A sigh of relief escapes my lips.

"Finally, for fuck sake!"

"Hey, language," Lucy scolds me.

"It’s not you who had to endure almost three hours of conversation with Mapi at your side."

"She’s your friend, so it’s your responsibility to deal with her," she teases. "Personally, I have no issues with mine."

I stick my tongue out in response, which makes her smile. If only I could understand what’s going on in Mapi’s head. It’s clear she’s not acting like herself. She’s almost clingy, and that’s not like her. It’s as if something is bothering her. I plan to get the words out of her mouth if it comes to that. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my relationship with Lucy, it’s that communication is golden and prevents a lot of problems. Just a few more steps, and we’ll finally reach the lodge Mapi mentioned. This is where we’ll have lunch. Finally. I’m starving, and my feet are burning with pain. Plus, I can’t wait to take off this thick jacket. It’s like a snowsuit. Heavy layers are definitely not my thing.

"Come on, just a few more steps, and we’re there," Lucy reassures me, as if she knows what I’m thinking.

"Will we keep going after lunch? Or turn back?"

"No idea," she shrugs. "Either way, we’ll probably have the same distance to cover."

I groan in complaint, making Lucy laugh. I love walking, but not so much in the snow. At least the weather is on our side. If there was ice instead of snow, I’d be the first to end up on my butt.

"I hope we take the shorter route!"

"Are you done complaining?" Alexia teases. "We’re here to enjoy ourselves, Miss Grumpy!"

"She took the words right out of my mouth."

"Hey, just because you two have buried the hatchet doesn’t mean you get to gang up on me! I’ll complain if I want to, okay?"

My rhetorical question only makes them laugh more. I cross my arms, earning a kiss on the cheek from my girlfriend.

"We’re just kidding, relax. We’ve arrived, so go warm up, my little grumbler."

"You’ll see what your little grumbler will do if you keep this up," I mutter.

"Keep it up, and I’ll leave you to spend the rest of the day with Mapi."

"No!" I respond immediately. "You wouldn’t dare?"

"Want to bet?"

She holds the door open for me, challenging me with a smirk. I sigh as I unzip my jacket when I step inside. I know when to keep quiet, and this is one of those moments. We’re joking around, but I know she’d be capable of it, and given the situation with Mapi, it’s definitely not the time.

"I’ll be good, thanks."

Unfortunately, we were the last ones to enter, so naturally, the only seats left were across from Mapi and Ingrid. It seems everyone has settled into their usual spots because, since the beginning, no one has changed their seating arrangement. I end up across from my best friend and between the two girls who accompanied me.

"Have you been here before?" I ask Lucy.

- "No, I haven't had the chance to do this trail. Jen and I did the other one, but it was much longer, so we decided not to do it today."

- "Oh, well, that's a relief, huh?"

- "Are you still complaining?" Alexia teased.

- "She's not likely to stop anytime soon," Lucy continued. "It's in her nature to grumble, but we love her anyway."

- "Hey, have you both finished ganging up on me?"

- "Ooooh, we're just teasing you," Alexia laughed.

I barely had time to pout before Lucy pulled me close. I smiled as I snuggled into her arms. Across from us, the girls were chatting with the guys, understanding that we were in our own little world. However, I noticed Mapi sneaking glances at us. When our eyes met, she gave me a smile, almost forced—more like embarrassed at being caught in the act. Knowing her, she's holding back from saying something.

- "You're not going to sulk, are you?" Lucy whispered to me.

- "No, not if you keep making it up to me like this."

She chuckled softly, kissing the top of my head. I especially appreciated her affection. She’s much more affectionate than I expected. I'm not naturally the cuddly type, even before Feli, but I find myself enjoying every touch from her. It’s reassuring in a way. It’s so different from what I’ve known, and it feels like she wants to show off our relationship to the world. Yet, I know all of this will vanish the moment we step back into school. Just thinking about returning to our daily routine makes me want to cry.

- "Sweetheart," Lucy called, snapping me out of my thoughts.

- "Huh? Oh, sorry," I apologized to the waitress who was holding out the menu, which I hadn't noticed.

- "No worries," she smiled. "I'm here if you need anything," she said as she finished handing out the menus, making it clear that she'd been waiting for a while. "Should I come back for the drinks, or do you already know what you want?"

- "You can come back," Aitana answered. "We'll take a look at the menu first."

- "Alright."

She smiled at her before walking away. I hadn't noticed how interested Aitana was in her until I saw her checking her out. I stifled a laugh when she said:

- "Do you think she really means it when she says she's here to meet all our needs?"

- "Looks like someone here is a little desperate," Jenni teased.

- "Yeah, well, shut up, you guys," Aitana shot back, pointing at us. "You're all in relationships, so you wouldn't understand. She's pretty hot, isn't she? Maybe I should ask for her number."

Everyone laughed, though mine was a bit awkward since Lucy and I haven't done anything yet. I shouldn't be worried since we've only been together for less than a month, but knowing that Mapi and Ingrid have already slept together makes me a bit uneasy. It's frustrating because I'm not sure I'm ready to take that step. It’s daunting, like I’d be losing my virginity all over again. Almost as if she could read my thoughts, Lucy kissed my temple.

- "What do you want to drink?"

I blinked, trying to focus on her. The others were debating whether Aitana would get the waitress's number or not. If I were to join in, I'd probably say she has a good chance given the way she looked at her, but my mind was elsewhere.

- "Everything's fine, remember?" she continued when I stayed silent.

I cleared my throat and nodded. I felt silly. Of course, she knew what I was thinking, and she's reassured me about it many times.

- "I know. Sorry. I just feel a bit foolish."

- "There's no need to. So, what about that drink?"

- "What do you recommend?"

She smiled, making me smile too. She knows good wine better than I do. Over time, I’ve realized that she doesn’t mind alcohol; she just knows how to enjoy it in moderation. It’s something I’d never done before. She suggested a few different wines, but I ended up ordering the same one as her when the waitress came back to take our orders. As for the main course, we all went for raclette. Since we were here, we might as well enjoy the cheese. The meal was lively, especially with the girls who kept calling the waitress back for trivial things, like a jug of water. By the end of our meal, Aitana did end up getting her number, as I expected. On top of that, she invited us all to a private party in town tonight. Everyone was thrilled. It was just what we needed since we arrived. After that, our hike resumed. Unlike the walk up, I decided to stay towards the front, allowing me to spend time with all the girls on this trip, not just Mapi and Alexia like before. Mapi didn’t seem too happy about it, judging by the way she looked at me. I realize there's a real problem, and I’ll have to address it soon if we want to have a good time together.

[callsign-rogueone]

harvest day - l.m.

secret admirer!Liam x Luceran!reader. part of my Valentine’s Day celly! 💕 words: 932 🏷: reader is feminine and has longish hair (can be tied), but no pronouns used. I am once again making random stuff up about Navarrian cultures. featuring my farm-boy Sawyer headcanon lmao (Luceras doesn’t have one major city on the map in the book. It’s all farmland, and you cannot convince me otherwise.)

You nearly crush it under your boot in your hurry to get to class, stepping back at the last second to pick it up.

A tiny dragon carved from wood -- your dragon, complete with his horns and a tiny spiked tail. You run your fingers over the wood — it’s been sanded, perfectly smooth against your skin. The level of detail is incredible. This must have taken hours.

“You’re going to be late, humble one.”

Right. You tuck it into the pocket of your jacket, locking your door behind you and jogging down the hall. 

You make it just in time, apologizing your way down the row, stepping around people’s feet carefully until you’ve made it to your friends. You settle between Rhiannon and Sawyer, thanking them for saving you a seat. “Overslept,” you explain, digging in your bag for your notebook, which you had nearly forgotten to pack.

You remove your flight jacket, taking the tiny dragon from your pocket and setting it on the desk beside your pen.

“Whoa, sick! Who made that?” Sawyer asks.

“I don’t know. I just found it outside my door. It looks just like him, though. Even got the horns right.”

“It is a very good representation of me,” Cruith appraises. “Though I have never once been that small.”

“That's awesome. Maybe they’re like, a wood-wielder or something,” Ridoc suggests, leaning over to examine it.

“I’m pretty sure that signet doesn’t exist,” Rhiannon says dryly.

“If he can do all that with metal, then it's entirely possible someone could do it with wood,” Ridoc defends.

“That’s what she said,” Sawyer says quietly, trying not to laugh.

Ridoc grins. “I’m rubbing off on you, man.”

You snort. “Now that's what she said.”

“Focus,” Rhiannon scolds lightly, ever the responsible squad leader, her eyes not having left the chalkboard this whole time.

“Yes, mom,” the three of you chorus softly, turning your attention back to the professor. 

Violet looks like she has something to say, but she remains quiet.

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“Mail call,” Rhiannon announces, distributing opened letters to each of you.

Your heart drops as soon as you start to read yours.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I just didn’t realize the date. It’s Harvest Day on Wednesday. Last year I was just too busy trying to stay alive to think about it, but…”

Sawyer winces, understanding. “I wish I could be there too. I swear when I graduate, I’m gonna use all my leave every year to help them.”

“I’m so lost,” Ridoc says, looking between you.

You laugh, explaining. “Everyone spends the day — the week, really — helping their neighbors harvest their crops, and there’s always a feast at the end with what we’ve grown.”

“Gods, the food. My family doesn’t come from much, but that was always the one day a year I felt like we were rich,” Sawyer admits.

You sigh in agreement. “It’s gonna be so weird wearing black all day instead of fall colors.” 

“That is the most Luceran thing I’ve ever heard,” Ridoc says. “Sometimes I forget you guys are all farmers.”

“It’s only our single most important holiday,” you laugh. “And we’re not all farmers. Two of us are dragon riders.” 

Sawyer grins at you, putting a hand up for a high five. “Damn right we are.”

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Everyone’s eyes widen at the silky orange ribbon tying your hair back. You beam, turning your head to show it off. “Courtesy of the wood-wielder. I have no idea where they got it.”

Your joy is short-lived.

“Precisely what is that, cadet?” Dain asks sharply, and your face falls. There’s only one thing he can be taking issue with, the only spot of color in the sea of black making up your formation.

“It’s a Luceran tradition,” someone says for you — but not Sawyer or any of your friends. “Today is Harvest Day.”

You turn toward the voice, seeing Liam behind you, his eyes locked with Dain’s as if he’s daring the wingleader to argue with him. How does he know about the holiday? Had he overheard your conversation with your squad earlier?

“I expect it to be gone tomorrow,” Dain concedes. “You’re all dismissed.”

You breathe a sigh of relief as everyone files out of the hall.

“Liam?” You ask softly, and he stops, turning toward you. “Thank you.”

Then you see the small block of wood in his hand, the rough shape of another dragon etched into it. “It was you,” you whisper, stunned.

He laughs. “What?”

You reach into your pocket, producing the carving of Cruith. “You made this, right? Were you the one who wrote those physics notes for me when I was in the infirmary, too?” 

He smiles. “Yeah. That was all me.”

Your heart flutters with hope. “Why?”

“Because I was too nervous to say it, but I really like you.”

You blink. Liam, the one who isn’t scared of anything, was nervous to talk to you? And he has a crush on you? You’ve always found him attractive, but you had never thought this a possibility.

“Say something,” Cruith prods, sounding amused.

You finally form words. “Do you want to go into town with me this weekend?”

He blushes, scratching the back of his neck. “I would really like that.”

“Hey, lovebirds, are you coming to breakfast, or what?” Ridoc calls. “Some of us are starving over here!”

You laugh, a sound Liam will never tire of. “Just a minute!” You yell back.

You touch your fingertips to the soft silk, looking up at him. “Thank you, Liam. It really means a lot to me.”

He smiles. “Of course, sweetheart.”

[autistic-fool-with-ideas]

BROTHERHOOD HEADCANONS

Ok first off: affection

These fuckers were affectionate as FUCK with eachother

DBK was very aggressive with his affection, he’d usually headbutt everyone else. Sometimes he’d forget how big he is and would accidentally send send anyone who wasn’t Yellow Tusk flying with his headbutts

Wukong would just pick bugs off of everyone else and eat them mid conversation. Although for Macaque the they’d both actually sit down and groom eachother

Macaque wouldn’t directly show his affection, but if you were close to him and paid close attention to his shadow plays chances were you would find a character a bit too similar to yourself

Azure is by far the most affectionate out of all of them and even had his own methods of showing affection specific to each member of the brotherhood. For Wukong he licks down any stray fur he notices, sometimes they sit down for it and sometimes it’s just mid conversation. With Peng he’ll help them preen their wings via picking feathers out with his teeth. He tries to mimic monkey grooming habits with Macaque but he never eats the bugs. Azure just headbutts DBK, but in a way where he just slumps against him then there’s a very gentle headbutt. For Yellow Tusk he just does the classic scent rub and chittering thing house cats do, BUT he also will occasionally graze his teeth against her on accident every so often (my cat does this and it’s very sweet)

One bit of affection everybody gets out of Azure tho is him laying on them. If it fits he sits (one time he fell asleep and Wukong couldn’t get up for a few hours)

Peng isn’t too physically affectionate, but they will point out if someone looks shitty and then gives a way to fix it in a really condescending tone. However if they’re super drunk they basically become a secondary Azure with how physically affectionate they are. Everybody gets every type of affection from them those nights (even Macaque!)

Yellow Tusk is also incredibly prone to physical affection (because elephants are just like that irl you can look it up) but only after a certain point of being close. Most of the time she will just hug the others (forgetting her own strength sometimes and nearly crushing some ribs), but on certain occasions she’ll just read out loud and let anyone sit by her and listen.

Now when the brotherhood aren’t being saps with each other they’re instead getting up to some bullshit.

The entire reason DBK even became friends with them was because Wukong found him after getting back from the East dragon palace. DBK was just punching a tree and decided “oh yeah this guy is awesome” and he brought DBK home.

DBK was also the last addition to the friend group (Macaque being first, Camel Ridge Trio being a couple months before Wukong got his staff)

DBK once taught the FFM monkeys a bunch of combat techniques that they just couldn’t do (due to size) and Macaque had to spend a whole week figuring out a way to safely apply the techniques into something the monkeys could actually pull off

Macaque is the reason Peng has their golden wings

The golden part of Pengs name originally came from the fact that their natural wings had a golden sheen to them in the sunlight.

Peng lost their natural wings when they left the celestial realm (they got chopped off!)

Macaque knew this upset them and just before Wukong left to get gear from the East dragon palace he decided to listen in to a couple of futures and in one he learned about a chest place that could produce wings of gold. Macaque told Wukong about this and had him get it while he was in there

This is also how camel ridge trio learn Macaque can hear into the future

Azure is stupidly oblivious when it comes to romance.

DBK had a very brief crush on Azure for a couple weeks, he had no idea this was a crush and only realized centuries later when PIF points it out to him. Azure still has no idea this even was a thing

Yellow Tusk and DBK would make bets about the love square™️, most of which Yellow Tusk would win

Azure doesn’t really drink because the first time he did he basically just devolved into a purring blob

[yesterdayiwrote]

Greg James (Radio 1 DJ/Fast & The Curious host) was on the Sky Sports podcast a few months back and he made a really lovely and important comment about Fandom in F1 that I think more people need to hear...

"They are popstars, that is the closest comparison. They are popstars but I don't look at that as a negative. People like these people for a reason and you're a snob or you're shortsighted if you think it's fluff, because the people that love... I'll just do a comparison. People that love Harry Styles, if you're 14, 15, 16 and you're a girl...for example my niece, 15 years old, incredibly smart, worldly, has got big dreams, big ambitions, she is obsessed with Harry Styles, and it's dangerous and shortsighted to dismiss people that are obsessed with things... that are passionate about things, because those people will grow up and those things are really important to a human. Those first touch points of 'That's my favourite Formula One driver', or 'That's my favourite popstar', you never forget that sort of thing, they shape who you are, they help you shape what you like, and I know that sounds a bit grand but how amazing to have Lando Norris as your favourite celebrity, what a great person because that's an incredibly talented person. That's a person who's worked hard and is so great at their job.

So there's a lot of 'Oh, you only like Formula One because you fancy the drivers.' Great! Whatever your way in is, that's fantastic. My niece, told me the other day 'I want to marry a Formula one driver' and she's joking with me, but how fantastic, this thing that, to a 15 year old is mad to dive into the data of a Formula One car, but just kind of likes it... I don't know how you could not find that charming and sort of sweet. You can like any bit of sport that you like. Noone is supposed to be gatekeeping this thing.

I'd also like to say, not to generalise, there will be many 14, 15 year olds who want to get into the sport and they love the granular detail of the sport and they will become the next generation of engineers. Whatever your doorway into the sport is... Amazing. You've sort of won. If you're Lando Norris you've got people who know who you are and you're brilliant at your job and that's how sport can make a difference in people's lives because these characters have to transcend the sport"

The full video is HERE - the fandom section is at 47:00 and if anyone can rip it that would be awesome because you can really see and hear the sincerity in his voice as he talks (my transcribing skills don't do it justice!) But it's so great to finally hear a guy say this out loud.

[colinodonoghue]

shonabmx: These precious memories…. It’s so hard to describe in words, this magical journey I’ve been on with @222aghoststory I’ve had so much fun, so many laughs, tears, made long life friends and memories, sang, drank and ate merrily! In Ireland, my favourite place! I’ve learnt a lot and challenged myself along the way too! It’s been an absolute honour and a privilege to have spent over 8 incredible weeks, (excluding rehearsals) with the most wonderful, talented, and gorgeous friends. All the crew, that never get enough bloody credit. Your all so hard working, beautiful people, who without, the show would fall apart. Thank you! Anna, Dave, Harriet, Steph, Ronan, Stella-(costume) Robyn, and Isabelle - who have been just awesome to work with. Thank you so much for casting me as Jenny! It was such a ride! If you need a “Lauren” in the next one, call me! 😜 xx I will never forget this experience we all went through! Thank you all so much. May Our paths may cross again. Love you all with all me fecking heart! 💚#IVEGOTYOURBACK@thewhitmore @birdspotting @colinodonoghue1 @raques_mozz @aarondartmunro94 @msrobyngrant

[lanawrx]

Modern! Tanjiro Kamado with a Street Racer Partner

a/n: I love Initial D and KNY so bad, ugh.

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Tanjiro was your biggest supporter, and it showed in every way. No matter how late it was, no matter how far the race, Tanjiro was always there, cheering you on with a smile that could light up the darkest night.

Every time you had a race, Tanjiro would drag Inosuke and Zenitsu along with him.

"Why do we always have to come to these races?!" Zenitsu would wail, clutching his head as the sound of engines roared in the background.

"Shut up, Monitsu!" Inosuke would bark back. "Racing is awesome! She's gonna destroy all of them!"

Tanjiro would show up early, always making sure you had everything you needed. He’d check the car, help you get settled, and give you one of those warm, confident smiles that made your heart race even more than the thought of the competition.

Right before each race began, he'd never fail to give you a good luck kiss or two, as a charm to make sure you'd be safe.

People from the crowd would wolf-whistle and cheer, causing the two of you to blush. Tanjiro would quickly scramble to the guardrails, joining his friends and trying to hide his red face with the darkness from the trees.

When the race started, you could always hear his voice above everyone else's, shouting your name, telling you to keep going, to give it your all. He had this unwavering belief in you, and it pushed you to do your best every single time.

After every race, the adrenaline still pumping through your veins, you'd return to the top of the pass, only to be greeted by Tanjiro's bright smile and the sound of his footsteps running toward you. He’d be practically glowing with pride, his eyes wide with admiration.

“You did it!” Tanjiro would say, pulling you into a tight hug. “I knew you could do it! You were incredible out there.”

You’d smile back, your heart swelling at his praise. No matter how tough the race had been, knowing Tanjiro believed in you made it all worthwhile. Inosuke would stomp over next, probably yelling something about how he knew you’d win because you were as tough as him, while Zenitsu trailed behind, looking relieved that the race was over.

When the adrenaline had faded and it was just you and Tanjiro under the stars, were some of the most precious. He’d take your hand, his fingers warm and gentle against yours, and he’d smile that soft, earnest smile that always made your heart skip a beat.

You didn't understand how you got so lucky to have a partner like Tanjiro. Handsome, kind, and utterly supportive of your hobbies.

Normally, guys would be scared off by your skills. Many times, you'd be dumped over their fears of having a chick who can race better than they ever could. You wondered if you should just quit racing altogether, maybe then you'd secure a longtime relationship.

That all changed when you met Tanjiro.

He was different from anyone you’d ever known. While others saw your passion for racing as intimidating or too much to handle, Tanjiro saw it as something beautiful, something that made you shine even brighter in his eyes. He wasn’t scared off by your skills—if anything, he was inspired by them.

You’d never forget the first time he watched you drive with your all. The way his eyes lit up as he watched you take the wheel, the admiration and pride written all over his face. He wasn’t just impressed by your talent; he was in awe of your determination, your drive, the way you never gave up even when the competition was fierce.

After that first race, he came up to you, his smile as bright as the moon above. “You’re amazing,” he’d said, and you could tell he meant every word. “I’ve never seen anything like it. You’re so strong, so talented—I’m really lucky to know you.”

You’d laughed, a little embarrassed by his praise, but his sincerity was undeniable.

And from that moment on, he never missed a race. No matter how late, no matter how far, Tanjiro was always there, cheering you on, believing in you when others doubted.

Under those stars, with his hand in yours, you felt an overwhelming sense of peace and gratitude. You had found someone who loved you, not despite your passion but because of it. Someone who saw your strength and was proud of it.

“You make me feel like I can do anything,” you whispered, looking up at him.

Tanjiro squeezed your hand, his eyes full of warmth. “That’s because you can,” he said softly. “And I’ll always be here, right by your side, cheering you on.”

In that moment, you knew you didn’t have to give up racing—or any part of yourself—to find love. With Tanjiro, you had everything you needed.

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[luimagines]

You Realize You Like Him Part 2

Masterlist

Part 1

Part two will include Wild, Hyrule and Wind!

Content under the cut!

Wild

You were fast friends with the Champion of the Wild. Almost attached to the hip, you could say.

Your energy was simply perfectly complimentary. He always kept you laughing and with a smile on your face. You reeled him in when needed and learned quickly how to roll with the figurative punches.

Not to mention that you quickly made it your position to be the taste tester of every meal he cooked. Naturally. Obviously. As if there was anything else you would do.

Even if you were always with him, it was strange that you found yourself still wanting more of his attention, more of his time, more of his opinions and thoughts. You wanted to know everything about him. You wanted to know his hopes and dreams. You wanted to know his plans for the future.

You wanted to be there to see them become reality.

This all seemed completely normal to you at first. You had just found your new favorite person. Someone who kept you on your toes and was just so interesting and cool and awesome.

It wasn’t until you started to feel jealous when he would spend time with the others instead of you, that you started to question your sanity.

He was in deep animated conversation with Hyrule and they laughed and rough housed as they walked side by side. You wanted to be there- but you knew you would offer nothing to the conversation. And it’s not like you had anything against Hyrule either. 

You just didn’t like that his attention was... elsewhere. And not on you.

Twilight poked your shoulder. “If you keep glaring at them, they’ll burst into flames.”

You jumped and whipped your head to him in shock. “What? I’m not glaring.”

Twilight gives you a knowing look and crosses his arms, walking along side you. “You’ve been looking at them for more than ten minutes straight.”

You look down, feeling a slight blush on your face. “And? What of it?”

“One of the caught your eye?” He teases, hip checking you. You have to hide the fact that he nearly sent you careening through the forest. “Is it who I think it is?”

You shake your head. “That’s not it at all and you know it!”

Twilight gives you an unimpressed look. You suddenly begin to doubt the sincerity in your own words. You bite your lip and look away again, feeling yourself blush. “...It’s not that...”

Twilight doesn’t say anything else.

Your eyes go wide and your hand covers your mouth in horror and shock. It can’t be... It can’t be!

Twilight snorts and gently knocks you on the back of the head. “It was about time you figured it out. It was agonizing to watch with the both of you being oblivious.”

“B-both?” You look up to Twilight, still reeling from the shock of your own potential discovery. “Both?”

Twilight laughs. “One thing at a time.”

Hyrule

“Traveler, can you lend a hand over here?”

“Traveler, you got any magic left?”

“Traveler, try this. Tell me what it’s missing.”

You watched him. He was snarky, sassy and soft. Strange. He never could deny anyone when they asked something of him but he didn’t hesitate to chew them out or be direct despite potential annoyance.

He sat next to you, plopping himself heavily with a sigh. “I’m bushed.”

You snort. “I can imagine. You were on your feet all day. I wondering if you were even capable of getting tired.”

He makes a non comical sound and leans back. “Glad to answer your questions before you even ask it.”

“That takes talent.”

“You’ll find that I am incredibly talented.” He says without missing a beat before he snorts as well and dissolves into giggles. He couldn’t hold a poker face for more than ten seconds.

Your heart beats a little faster at the sounds he makes. The fire’s glow flicker behind him- giving him an ethereal glow.

Suddenly you find your breath stuck in your throat at the sight. You forget how to breath. Your heart beats wildly against its cage. It’s quite literally viewing him a different light. He’s quite handsome, you realize. And coupled with the knowledge that he’s a good guy, a good friend and incredibly talented has you feeling a type of way.

Hyrule calms down and looks back to the others. He turns to you with a mischievous smirk, oblivious to your sudden internal revelation. “Watch Sky. Wait for it. He’s going to say something then Wild will hit him over the head with his spoon.”

You do as he says, although your attention quickly goes back to Hyrule. He’s right, somehow. But you’re not paying attention to the others right now.

Were his eyes always that color? The shape of his jaw- his nose- the laugh lines on his face as he snickers.

“Told you.”

You try to force a laugh out of yourself. You have to act natural. This is fine. It’s a momentary lapse in judgement. You’re tired too. Right? Right?

“You’re pretty good at this.” You say softly, nudging his shoulder. He can’t know that you were staring at him this entire time.

“I’m glad I met you guys.” He says, taking you off guard once again. “I don’t know a lot of people back home that would be comfortable with this.”

With me, goes unsaid.

“Everyone is so interesting.” He continues. “I might be able to just watch them and do nothing else.”

You bite you lip, still reeling from your earlier emotions. “I guess you can say you can read them like an open book.”

“Maybe.” He smiles back at you. “What can I say? They’re all page turners.”

You smile back. “You are too.”

“I think only you would say that.” Hyrule huffs playfully, turning back to watch the others again.

You pause before smiling softly again. “Maybe...”

But you’re right. You wouldn’t mind reading more of his pages any day. You wouldn’t mind getting to know more about him. Not one bit.

Wind 

He was cute. You were willing to admit that.

He was funny. You were willing to admit that too. 

Wind was an overall awesome person to hang out with. You found him amusing and great and spontaneous and fun. He was always running between the other guys, fluttering from one person to another, bouncing around like a pin ball machine.

You could just... watch him. You weren’t going to follow him- you doubted you had the energy for that but this was much safer and way more interesting.

Still, he always seemed calmer when he was around you. There was a side of him that he seemed to reserve only for you, especially when you would walk together. Wind seemed to make it his personal mission to make sure that you wouldn’t get left behind. 

It was sweet. The thought makes you giddy. It was the little things he did to make you feel special.

Like the other day, the group was walking along the side of a beach, not stepping into the sand but you could smell the salt in the air. You made small glances every now and then towards the sounds of the peaceful waves but stuck to the group like the good child you were.

Wind, however, snuck off at some point. You heard the cries from behind you, calling him back to the others but he didn’t seem to listen. He was only gone for a few minutes though. When he return, instead of bothering to even look at the others, he b-lined right for you with a large shell in his hands.

It was empty.

“Here!” He cried out. “For you! If you put it to your ear you can hear the ocean inside.”

Well then- you’ve never heard of that before. You trust him and listened to him without a second thought. It wasn’t quite like the ocean you could hear next to you, but the way the air wooshed through the shell was similar enough. You grinned and held the shell close to your chest. “Thank you Wind!”

He blushed and scratched the back of his head. “Since we can’t stop for a beach day, you should take the beach with you instead.”

Looking back on it, it was still incredibly sweet. Even though he hasn’t done anything like that since you held the shell dearly. It was one of your more prized possessions now.

You held it to your ear and watched Wind bounce around the boys again. You smiled, happy to see him enjoying himself, happy to know that you’re such good friends.

He got caught by one of the older boy in a head lock where they mercilessly ruffled his hair with their knuckles. He squawked and tried to fight back, but he simply wasn’t as strong as them.

You sighed and smiled at him again. He didn’t seem to notice. He was pretty cute, you remembered, and very funny.

Would it be ok if you asked to hold his hand? Maybe?.... Just once?

You would like to be maybe more than friends. You could admit that. 

Part 3