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#YES I WILL BE TRANSLATING ALL HIS BIRTHDAY CONTENT
cheri-translates · 2 years
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[CN] Gavin’s Upcoming Birthday Date
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If you visit the places that I’ve once been to, please send a letter.
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You’ve made everything on earth change into their most wonderful form.
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thatdeadaquarius · 4 months
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About your language brainrot. I see your "Reader's writing can't match tyvat's long and flowery writing" and bring you "Tyvat isn't used to books over 50 pages long so a short story to the Reader is a whole dictionary to tyvat readers".
Seriously, have you seen how thin the books are? They don't wrote novels, they write short chapters formatted in the way really old stories are. As in, summarizing all the events down into one smooth story then adding a few quotes. Fanfiction writers are insane. They will willingly sit down and write hundreds of words at a time. To them, a proper modern day story of maybe, oh 10k words or so, would probably be like the Oddessy itself.
If we were to combine the two headcanons. It would end up as many historians being intimidated by this insanely long written scripture in the language of the forgotten.
I'm going to take this a step further and say that if the creator asked some people to proofread their things, it would establish a hiarchy of who is able to actually finish the book the creator read and who isn't.
NOW THIS, THIS IS MY FUCKING JAMMMM
I'm so sorry this is so old!! u probably all know this by this point that I've really slowed down as the year has gone on, but I graduated university and then got my first job so its been pretty crazy!
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Sun: Reader (you/they/them)
Orbit: Headcanons-ish
Stars: dash of all the book/nerds of Genshin, heavy on Sumeru?
Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: Cussing, 16+ Mature Audiences, Spoliers for Sumeru Archon Quests/Scaramouche, & Trigger Warnings: mention of shipping/characters shipping themselves with you.
Comment if any missed, please.
FULL STOP.
THE AKADEMIYA, FONTAINE RESEARCH INSTITUTE, HAVE BEEN WAITTTINNGGGG ON YOUR ASS LMAO
You fall from the fucking sky like a 5 star, or pop out of the Irminsul or whatever
and immediately are mobbed by scholars. LMAO jkjk (not really, bc that's what it’d feel like)
can you even imagine the dread older stories(”the classics” to them), that was instilled in the poor students around Teyvat??
id like to think ur works are the most preserved over the thousands of years of Teyvat archeologists excavating them, in comparison to other authors (teyvat just likes you more, suck it William Shakespeare)
also, bc I cant resist language differences/world building I'm sorryyyy 😭 😭
the vocab of Genshin lang vs. ours, has significantly less vocabulary like their actual dictionary is 1/3 the size of ours type of energy
(Omfg all ur fanfics being considered like insanely long realistic romantic classics or tragedies like Jane Austen-level, and only the richest and biggest play companies put on plays about ur stories bc the script goes on for hours)
(ur plays only get put on for rlly big events bc of this, like Lantern Rite or like a Summer/Winter festival/your birthday, which is, yes, an international holiday)
dude the sheer power move of anything you’ve written being essentially “Journey of the West” to them, like Damnnn.
endless like adaptations, plays, Teyvat-short stories condensing it, (THEIR OWN FANFICTION ABOUT UR STORIES)
the power is, in fact, going to your head every time another scholar both deflates at how long ur stuff is, but also lights up bc they get to read it
speaking of scholars… you know who snatched you up first. you know. you don’t even need to read the next line.
Alhaitham.
sneaky bastard he is, absolutely manipulated, mansplained (and manwhored bc he knows he’s handsome, cheeky little shit) his way into getting you to sit down with him and interview you about both translating other classics, your own, giving your own analysis of others works and ur own, and picking ur brain apart of how/why you wrote urs, etc. its fucking endless,
Kaveh had to come rescue you bc u were starving to death after getting stuck with the Haravatat scholar in his office for nearly 7 hours of interrogation discussion about literature
and Alhaitham wasn't even nearly done, he’d informed you as you left that he already had another appointment for later conversation scheduled (how?? you don't even know ur own schedule??? you have a schedule???) and was looking forward to more of your “creative and enlightening input” :)))
(you’re never going to escape him, not even Nahida herself can save you from his stubborn ass)
On another note, Xingqiu is quaking when you agree to autograph his copy of your stories (of which he has all hard covers of the first edition translations)
Zhongli/Rex Lapis is known for having a near-lifelong passion for searching for your works specifically, and learning how to translate them better into Teyvatian vernacular
like the same way he can absolutely speak on Rex Lapis facts/rocks/adepti info, is the same confidence he speaks about knowing ur work lol
(yes he did also ask for several autographs and another sit-down talk about the works, tho a lot more sneaky then Alhaitham bc he just casually gets u guys into it during dinner)
Barbatos/Venti has written some of the most famous songs based on your stuff, he has his favorites too,
but he always claims the best songs are any that have been written in the story, like either when a character sings something, or there are like quotes from songs ur fanfics are based on lol
(he also demanded to hear what they actually sound like from you, yes, you have to sing them for him lol)
Venti also can surprisingly drunkenly ramble the entirety of at least one of ur stories, like, word for word lmao
(Diluc gave in and did give him a drink on the house for that one, just once, Venti doesn’t remember it lol)
(I forgot to mention, u guys still speak the same language, just like, different versions of it)
ur works being one of the few things all the Archons can freely talk about with each other, like it’s neutral ground bc they’re all fangirling about it lmao
Furina and Neuvillette have had like,, fierce debates over the decades about character dynamics and the general drama of ur stories, they’ve gotten into it enough they’ve stopped talking to each other for a couple days a few times lol
Albedo, Sucrose, Kokomi, Yae Miko, Ei, Raiden, have read every single work they’re gotten their hands on in Teyvat (it took them like a literal year or longer)
Albedo drew you fanart for every single story, bc he’s hyperfixated on everything related to you ngl,
Kokomi had commissioned smaller pocket versions of ur works (which later got popular thanks to Yae Miko) both the OG and the Teyvat shortened versions
THE HARBINGERS ARE THE MOST DOWN BAD LMAO
Childe has literally tried to recreate battle scenes from ur works lmao
and gets especially riled up about fighting someone who resembles any characters from them (esp villains, what a cutie)
You cannot fathom the amount of research throughout Teyvat that has been secretly or indirectly funded by Pantalone/Tsaritsa
from the experts to analyze them, to funding play companies to act them out, to actually excavating places to get more of ur stuff unearthed
(the Harbingers absolutely are the first group of people that got to read several of ur stories first bc of this, like the world’s most exclusive secret book club lol)
Scaramouche used to clown on Childe all the time about how he was too impatient to even “sit down and read the King’s classics”, and he was downright insufferable when he found out about Tartaglia’s habit of recreating battle scenes/that being what motivated him to fight sometimes lol
that being said, Wanderer surprisingly never forgot ur stories.
Even when his memories were wiped for a bit, he found comfort in these fantastical epics still sticking around, even when his old names did not
(he mayyyy or mayyy nottt have secretly namedhimselfafteroneofthetragicprotagonistsherelatesto- )
oh btw, Nahida also found joy and comfort in ur stories when she was trapped, they also helped her literally grow as a person bc she had ur stories to help her sort of process the world/what life was like outside of her dreaming prison 🥺💔❤️‍🩹
OMFG
ANYWAY FULL TONE SHIFT LMFAO-
the ABSOLUTE SPIRAL-RED-STRING-CONSPIRACY-THEORY-BOARD ENERGY IF THIS WAS A BLUNT LANGUAGE AU LMAOOOO
like specifically how Teyvatians like to give all the context ever thru their words, but older deities/beings like you just do simple phrases that can have deeper meanings (whereas teyvat just explains all the meanings behind their words)
STOP there’s like an official display at the Akademiya and Fontaine Institute of red string theory boards 😭😭 (look what you’ve done to themmm LMAO)
for like every story of urs, INCLUDING THE FANFICS STOP
IMAGINE THE SHIPPING WARS IF U EVER WROTE ONE THAT WASNT EXPLICIT OR LIKE ONE OF THE MAIN ROMANTIC INTERESTS HAD CHEMISTRY WITH OTHER CHARACTERS HAHAHAHAA
that's actually what Akademiya scholars argue about the most viciously, it’s like politics you can’t just bring up ships from ur stories casually in regular convos 💀
(poor Cyno has to deal with a shipping war once a year bc someone always makes the mistake of reading ur work for the first time (without being told to not talk to others abt ships lol) and it starts an all out brawl in the cafeteria every time LMAO)
Also yes.
Cyno is a fanboy.
(he has read Creator x Reader-insert fanfiction.)
(As have most of the characters mentioned, and those not lol)
(I'm gonna make a whole Creator x reader fanfic post one day i stg lmao)
an iced coffee? for me?? :0
ok but real talk…
wtf do you guys wanna see for new years!!
i didn't do a inktober/october days thingy bc i felt too unprepared (and bc id wanted to post that 1000+ followers eldritch au for Halloween)
but now i kinda wanna, at least for a few days :o
ill post a poll in a minute, so check it out!! but still, please feel free to comment some ideas here! :)
Safe Travels Deafening Dreamer,
💀♒
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spdrwdw · 5 months
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Pairing: 1042 Miguel X f!reader Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI) fluff, smut, food play (Is that a term?), Miguel has a weird kink ( it is still kinktober, after all), oral-m/f receiving, slight breeding kink, unprotected intercourse, no use of y/n Summary: Miguel seems to have a sweet tooth. Not only for the birthday cake you are making for Gabriella's birthday, but also for you. Word Count: 2018 A/N: Thank you to @phoenixflower468 who requested some earth 1042 Miguel content! I will continue working on my other requests. Thank you to those who submitted requests to help my writer's block! ALSO; if you'd like to be tagged for my future fics, please let me know! No translations at the end. I figured most of Miguel fic readers already know some of the Spanish pet names and phrases used by now, lmao Check out more of my work on my Masterlist
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Tomorrow was Gabriella’s birthday and you were scrambling getting the cake finished. It was already eleven at night and you were covered in flour and frosting. Or was it icing? You could never tell them apart. Anyway, you were decorating the cake when you heard footsteps coming down from the stairs. 
You quickly paused what you were doing, trying to hear the footsteps. They were too heavy to be Gabriella’s. Miguel was coming downstairs to check on your progress. 
“Miguel. Mi amor, I thought you were sleeping already,” You spoke softly as he made his way into the kitchen, taking a seat on the stool across from you. 
“I miss you,” he pouted. God. He was too adorable. He was six foot nine of pure muscle and dad bod and yet he was the most adorable thing in the world. Besides Gabriella, of course. 
“Lo siento, Miguel. I’m just trying to get this cake finished,” You apologized as you went back to work. Thankfully, those baking lessons you took back in college were finally paying off. The cake didn’t look half bad at all. 
“Why are you making a cake rather than just buying one?” He asked as he took a bit of leftover frosting..or was it icing..and licked it from his finger. You couldn’t help but to bite your lip at the sight. The simplest things this man did made you go feral. It just wasn’t fair.  
He noticed your expression and smirked. Oh, he was such a bastard! 
“What?” You asked, narrowing your eyes at him. 
He simply contained the smirk on his face and grabbed more of the frosting onto his finger and opened his mouth, tongue sticking out slightly before slipping his finger in, letting out a moan. 
You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to keep your composure. 
“I still need that, you know?”
Miguel chuckled and shrugged. “You know how I get around sweets, querida. I have such a sweet tooth.”
You simply gave him a look before grabbing your things and went back to decorating the cake. 
“Yes well, that sweet tooth of yours is going to have to hold off until tomorrow, Miguel. I can’t have you messing this up,” you grumbled, trying to concentrate on your work. You were almost done. 
As you tried to concentrate on drawing up some flowers, you could feel Miguel’s strong arms wrapping around your waist, his chin resting against your shoulder as he watched you work. 
“You’re doing amazing,” he complimented, placing a kiss on your cheek. You knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to get you distracted. 
“Thank you, mi amor,” you hummed, trying to not let him get to you. At least, not until you were finished with Gabri’s cake. 
Surprisingly, he was actually behaving, watching you in admiration as you finished up the cake for your daughter. 
“Looks perfect,” he hummed as you nodded your head in approval, marveling at your work.
“It does, doesn’t it?” You smiled, glancing over at him before pecking his cheek. 
“Mind putting it in the fridge while I clean up?”
Miguel nodded his head and did as he was told before an idea popped into his head and he glanced over at you. 
“Take the frosting upstairs with you,” he said, causing you to raise a brow. 
“What? Why?” You asked as you continued to clean the kitchen island.
“I want to try something,” he stated. 
“Try what?” You pressed, curious as to why Miguel wanted to take the leftover frosting upstairs.
“Just..I’ll show you when we get up there. Come on, mi vida. It’s getting late.”
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“What on earth? Miguel!” You gasped as you now laid completely naked in bed, with your hands tied above your head. It was to prevent you from stopping Miguel and his shenanigans. 
Miguel shushed you as he squirted some frosting out of the piping bag and onto the bottom of your navel, leading a trail all the way down to your pubic bone. 
“I told you I had a sweet tooth, mi vida,” he chuckled before he began licking the frosting off of you. 
Your body twitched a bit and you tried to fight back a moan. You had to keep quiet. You didn’t want Gabriella to wake up. 
“And you thought this would be a good way to ease your sweet tooth?” You questioned as Miguel began to coat your breasts with the frosting before taking a breast into his mouth, licking and sucking off the sweetness, swirling his tongue around your nipple and tugging at it before doing the same with the other breast. You couldn’t conceal your moans any longer. 
“M-Miguel..please..” you breathed. 
“Hmm? Please what?” Miguel asked, a smirk on his lips.
“You’re making me all sticky,” you pouted. 
“Don’t worry, I’ll wash it off of you later,” he continued to smirk before taking hold of your chin and ordered you to open your mouth. You did as he said, and he squeezed some frosting into your mouth, keeping it along your tongue before he kissed you, slipping his tongue into your mouth to catch the sweetness. 
“Mmm, tastes so much better coming from the pretty mouth of yours,” he moaned, licking his lips.
“Alright well, don’t be greedy. Let me in on some of that, too,” you stated. 
Miguel chuckled and freed your hands before he began to take off his own clothes. Geez, how did you get so lucky to have a man like him as your husband and father of your child? 
Miguel then laid down on the bed as you straddled his waist and saw him open his mouth, tongue hanging out as he waited for you to squirt some frosting onto his tongue. You did just that, shaking your head before leaning down and kissed him hard, all teeth and tongue as you tasted the sweetness in his mouth. 
In no time at all, you were both sticky and smelling sweet. The piping bag was now discarded somewhere on the bed, and you were now sitting on his face. Honestly, it was the best seat in the house, if you had anything to say about it. 
Miguel was eating you out as if your pussy was the sweetest thing on earth. Tongue slobbering over your folds, teeth nipping at your clit, and long fingers curled into you, hitting you at just the right spot, making you see stars. You couldn’t help but to grind against his face. Miguel could take it, though. He was sturdy. 
You tried to cover your mouth to muffle your moans, your other hand stroking his meaty cock. You could feel the veins twitching as your wedding band rubbed against them. Leaning over, you finally took him into your mouth, slowly, of course. You could feel his moan vibrating through you as he continued to eat your pussy, causing you to moan out around his cock in response. After taking in as much of Miguel’s cock as you could, you began bobbing your head, the tip hitting the back of your throat every time. 
It wasn’t long until you felt him twitching in your mouth, and you doubled down on your efforts, pumping him with one hand, and gripping his balls with the other as you continued bobbing your head. 
You felt his tongue assaulting your pussy, running through your bundle of nerves while his fingers curled up and rubbed against that spot that made you see stars. 
In no time at all, you were orgasming into each other’s mouths, and you didn’t dare to waste a single drop of him. 
Before you could even blink, Miguel picked you up and flipped you over, pinning you down onto the bed, lining himself between you and rammed his cock into your soaked pussy. 
“Oh! Miguel!” You gasped as he pounded into you. The wet, sticky sounds of skin hitting against skin bounced off the walls, filled with the harmony of yours’ and Miguel’s moans. 
“You feel so good, mi amor. So fucking good,” Miguel groaned through gritted teeth. 
“Kinda makes me wanna put another baby in you. Think that’d be okay?” He grunted. The thought of filling you up and getting you pregnant with another baby made his cock twitch inside of you. 
Eh, the conversation of having another child did come up every now and then, and..yeah, why not? Gabriella deserved a sibling. 
“M-Miguel..” You breathed, your mind going fuzzy as you tilted your head back against the pillows. 
“Qué pasa, amor?” He cooed once he leaned over and pecked you on the cheek, his pace still brutal. You were so close to your orgasm, you gritted your teeth.
“Can’t handle my cock? Hmm? Is my pretty wife gonna cum?” He continued to coo, pivoting his hips against you in a more snapping manner. 
“Cum over my cock, mi amor.”
And you did. Because when he commands you to do something such as this, you do it, gladly. 
“That’a girl,” Miguel groaned, his thrusts getting sloppy as he reached his limit and came, coating your walls with his seed, filling you up just how you loved it. 
Once he was finished, Miguel slowly pulled out of you and laid on top of you, however, didn’t put all his weight on you cuz, the man is huge.
Miguel rested his head over your shoulder as you both caught your breath. Your arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer before kissing his cheek. You just loved him so much. He was a great husband, and a wonderful father. The best person you could ever imagine having as your life partner. 
“You alright?” He then asked, a cheeky smile on his face as he gently rubbed your back. 
“I’m fine, Miguel,” You giggled softly before kissing him sweetly just as you heard something coming from the hallway. Your eyes suddenly went wide. 
Gabriella.
The bedroom door opened as you both scrambled to get your naked bodies under the covers. 
Gabriella slowly stepped in, rubbing her sleepy little eyes as she held her stuffed bunny in one hand. 
“Mamá? Papá?” She muttered. 
“¿Qué pasa, mija?” Miguel asked softly as Gabriella stepped further inside. 
“I can’t sleep,” she said, looking up at the both of you. 
“Oh, Gabri. Do you want to sleep here with us?” You asked her, and she quickly nodded her head. 
“Okay, go grab your blankie and your pillow.”
She then smiled and nodded her head before walking out of the room, and you and Miguel both bolted to the dresser and closet to grab some clothes and a quick change of sheets. 
As you fixed up the bed, Miguel as in the bathroom getting himself cleaned up, and then you stepped into the bathroom to do the same just as Gabriella came back in, holding her bunny, blankie and pillow. She climbed onto the clean bed just as you both made your way back out of the bathroom. Miguel closed the door and turned off the lights and joined you two, wrapping his arms around Gabriella. 
“Feel better, mija?” You asked with a smile and Gabriella nodded her head, grinning.
“Yeah! I kept hearing these weird sounds and I couldn’t sleep,” she said, causing you and Miguel to look at each other with slight embarrassment.
“I’m sorry, Gabri. Hopefully you won’t hear them again,” you told her, gently stroking her hair as she snuggled up against you. You noticed Miguel pouting over at you, to which you rolled your eyes and smirked at him.
“Let’s get some sleep. It’s your big day tomorrow,” you reminded her, kissing her cheeks as she giggled, nodding her head. 
“Good night, ladies,” Miguel said, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you and Gabriella closer to him, having your daughter sandwiched in the middle; which she loved. 
“Night night, papà,” Gabriella giggled. 
“Goodnight, Miguel,” you smiled over at him and leaned over to give him a goodnight kiss, still being able to taste the frosting on his lips. 
Perhaps you had a bit of a sweet tooth as well. 
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Birthday Boy
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Pairing: BirthdayBoy!Han x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1.6k
Summary: just a little treat for the birthday boy ♡
Warnings/Tags: it's kinda usual couple sex, the twist being gentle mention of toys, Han is blindfolded for a few minutes too, I don't know what this is, this is what happens when I only have two days to write a fic, mature content ofc.
Happy birthday to the boy who takes the crown for being the hardest bias wrecker ♡
© smuttystraykidsthoughts - do not repost, copy or translate without consent.
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SMUT WARNING MDNI
Soft and lazy kisses trailing slowly down his bare chest have Han’s eyes shifting behind his eyelids as he wakes up, unwillingly being pulled into the start of the day. A small grunt sounds from his chest in refusal to open his eyes, yet the soft little pitter patters now walking down the dips of his abs stir the butterflies in his belly. 
His attention draws to the fingernails hooking under the waistband of his boxers, the somewhat ache in his crotch seeping through the thick layer of sleep he was in. 
He hears shuffling under the covers, suspecting what - or who - that could be, causing a smile to creep up his lips. He lifts his hips willingly for his shorts to be pulled down, just for his cock to be taken hold of by two soft, warm little hands.
And then, what he didn’t expect but hoped for - silky, spongy, warmth and wetness all wrapped around his tip as the lips are wrapped around him. 
It’s not strange, but he briefly wonders what the occasion would be for him to be receiving head in the middle of the we- shit. He smiles, It’s his birthday.
You’re determined to make Han’s birthday as special as it can be, hence you started by giving him head as an alarm clock. “Holy shit, baby,” Han’s voice is deep but there’s a hint of desperation in it as you deepthroat him in the shower despite giving him head just a few minutes ago, “Fuck you’re crazy today.”
“Just spoiling the birthday boy, love,” You smile up at him, tapping his cock against your tongue and ensuring he watches while you do it. 
“Uhn- you could make me cum when you look at me like that,” He whimpers, “Do it again.”
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Despite most of his day being spent running errands, you’d already spoken to Chan to ensure you had Han to yourself for the whole evening and you made sure to send him sneaky photos and dirty texts the whole day.
You were itching with excitement to show him his gift, the main gift that is, and you found yourself too excited to even eat dinner. 
Han didn’t suspect anything and you were glad he didn’t question why you were struggling to eat, but in your mind, you were already bent over somewhere. 
“You alright, Jagi?” He asks, drawing your attention away from the food you were unknowingly picking at. 
“Mhm! Jus-just uhm, glad it’s your birthday and that you’re home,” You try to play it cool, smiling maybe a bit too widely.
Han chuckles, “You got something up your sleeve?” He takes a bite of the fried rice you made for him. 
“There’s something up somewhere, yes.”
He nearly chokes on his rice, his eyes widening as he looks at you with stuffed jeeks, “What did you just say?” 
“Hm? I didn’t say anything. I said we should watch our show later while our food settles,” You motion towards his food, satisfied at the sight of the wheels turning in his head. 
Of course, you didn’t focus on the show even if it was something you’d rush dinner for on any other night. Tonight, your mind is elsewhere and so is your sanity. 
The instant the credits start rolling on the television you turn towards Han, dropping your head onto his shoulder. He chuckles as his arms pull you onto his lap so that you straddle him, "What is it that you're so excited for? You've even got me distracted tryna figure out what it could be." 
You giggle into his shirt, inching your face closer till it's trapped in the warmth of his neck, breathing in his cologne, your hands tugging at his shirt playfully, "Just been thinkin' about you." 
"We watched a whole show when we could've been doing something else? Seriously?" He chuckles, his breath hitching when your lips connect to his neck. 
"Planned something for you," You whisper against his skin, your fingers crawling to your back pocket where you stuffed the silky string of material just a few hours ago. 
Han's eyes flutter open, watching you with an eager little sparkle in his boba eyes, "You're blindfolding me?" 
You hum in confirmation as your hands begin to wrap the material over his eyes, catching a glimpse of the adoration he has for you just before he willingly shuts his eyes sooner. 
He bites his lip as you tie it around him, and when you're done you bend down to kiss him. You might've been dating for a while, but kissing Han never gets boring with the way he's comfortable with showing how much it turns him on, the bulge in his lap already growing with each passing minute. 
By the time you pull away, you're both breathless, his senses even more perked up by the act of not being able to see you. 
"You look pretty like this, baby," You praise him, your fingers brushing over the material covering his eyes, a shaky breath sounding from his shiny lips. 
You gently slide off of him, removing your top and your jeans as you keep your eyes on him. His cock is hard, his legs are spread, thighs beautifully on display by his shorts, his tank top showcasing his beautiful torso, your heart clenches at how perfect he is. 
When you get back on top of him, his hands are hesitant, unsure where to touch, but you take hold of them, bringing them to your bare nipples. 
"Fuck," His breath hitches, hands instantly grabbing and massaging your breasts eagerly. He wastes no time with bringing his lips to meet them, surprising you with how well he finds them without his sight. 
His tongue laps around your nipples individually, sucking with his pretty lips and even tugging on them with his teeth, causing your head to fall back as you moan out how good it feels. 
With one nipple in his mouth and the other being pulled between his fingers, Han reaches a hand down to take hold of your ass, "Grind for me baby, lemme feel you." 
You look down at him as he moves onto your other nipple, slowly beginning to grind your hips on him as he asked. The wet spot on your panties between your legs makes contact with his shorts when you settle down on him, gasping as you feel the friction right on your clit. 
His hands travel down your waist and over your backside, reaching to feel you, to feel how wet you are for him, the thought of his shorts being dark with your arousal already making him leak. 
It's when he feels the hard little stud as he's about to drag his fingers through your folds that he stops sucking your nipple and draws back, "What is this?" 
You chuckle at his reaction, his fingers fiddling with the little toy you've inserted, "It's a plug that I put in for you so lo- oh fuck," Your words get stuck in your throat when he begins to tug on it. 
"Oh my god," He breathes, tapping it to make it sink in again, "Is this what you meant is up somewhere? " 
You chuckle at him, dropping your lips to his ear, "Wanna see it?" 
"Please, let me see it baby." 
Your fingers hook underneath his blindfold, sliding it off of his eager eyes that darts down to his crotch immediately, the little wet patch he was hoping for beautifully dark against the material of his shorts. 
You slide off of his lap, turning around and bending down for him to see the little plug nestled between your folds. 
"So that's why you couldn't sit still, huh? Was this making you feel good?" He asks with his eyes hypnotized by the jewel as his hands drag over your backside, spreading your cheeks apart for him. 
You're about to respond to his question, but he cuts you off with his mouth connecting to your dripping folds, shamelessly diving in as if he knows you'd never protest.
Usually you'd let him prove the generalisation of rappers knowing what they're doing with their tongue to shreds with the way he eats you out, but it's his birthday and you'd like to give it to him instead, so you stand up, pushing him back against the couch. 
His hands make haste at unbuttoning his shorts and removing them, sliding them down his legs before grabbing hold of your face to kiss you. 
His rigid cock makes contact with your clit the instant you settle back down on him, a unison and breathless moan escaping in the space between your lips. 
You lock eyes for a moment as Han's hands drag down your backside, taking hold of the plug and keeping eye contact as he tugs on it to remove it, dropping it on the couch carelessly. 
Your hand reaches for his dick twitching angrily, keeping your eyes on his as you begin to sink down on him. 
"Fuck you're still so tight," He breathes, his pretty, expensive eyebrows drawing up to touch each other in pleasure, "So tight just for me baby?" 
You groan as you throw your head back and expose yourself to him, giving him the prettiest view of you while you ride him, "All for you Hannie." 
Your thighs make contact with his, his hands holding your hips as he lets you ride him, seeping in the glow of your skin, the drag of your spongy wet walls surrounding him, the sight of you riding him so beautifully along with your delectable outlets of pleasure filling his ears, the best fucking birthday gift he ever could've asked for.
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WAKE UP HON WE GOT NEW OFFICIAL ROLLO CONTENT (thanks to curekibouka for the translation!) 😭 (Bless him, he came home so quickly at only 40 rolls…)
***Rollo profile, Groovy, vignettes, and chibi spoilers below the cut!!***
As you can see in the card art shown above, it looks like his official English name will be "Rollo Flamme", not some other variation.
His coffin icon has a bell on it! Very fitting.
Yes, he’s triple fire magic and has a Duo with Grim.
… LMAO his Buddies are Malleus, Idia, and Azul 🤡
He's a third-year student at Noble Bell College, Student Council President, (but we already knew this) and 18 years old
His birthday is Feb 2nd! (There was a mistake in the initial launch of the Rollo card and profile in which his birthday was incorrectly stated as Feb 4th, which is Cater's birthday. Man was so mad when he realized he shared a birthday with a NRC boy so he redid his birth certificate/j)
(Here are screenshots of before and after the change; I happened to take a picture before the update:)
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178 cm tall (LMAO I guess he doesn't meet a certain Ghost Bride’s standards)
Right-handed
Comes from the Shaftlands (again, we already knew this)
HE'S IN THE HAND BELL CLUB????? TF... HE JUST STANDS THERE AND RINGS HIS LITTLE HAND BELL????? ? ???? ?? ???
Best subject is Potionology
His hobby is cleaning malewife trait
He obviously hates magic 😂
Favorite food is not, in fact, croissants; it's actually grapes
Least favorite food is savarin, which is a ring-shaped cake soaked in flavored syrup and then garnished with cream and fruit
HIS SPECIAL SKILL IS GARDENING WHICH MADE ME LAUGH OUT LOUD... considering what he used that skill for... 🤡
His official description in the profile states that Rollo is admired by his classmates for his seriousness and no-nonsense attitude, but he also has a tendency to be… neurotic 💀 gee, ya think
His vignettes are set at NBC, not Night Raven College. They seem to be set prior to the events of Glorious Masquerade.
It's said that the reason he is at NRC now is because he is there temporarily to study.
We see Rollo going about his daily routine. He tends to the Bell of Salvation and the gargoyles early in the morning when the sky is still dark which probably explains the dark eyebags. He’s able to witness the sun rising as he does his cleaning. Rollo finds the dawn peaceful! and loves listening to the bell ring.
OMG the gargoyles are so excited when he pays attention to them 😭 They hop around like excited little puppies… NOT ROLLO WANTING TO GET RID OF THEM
Rollo also has his duties as a regular student. I believe he discusses grades with his vice president. He thinks his classmates are stupid 😂 and finds it ironic that these people look up to him and see him as a top student and a great magician…
Rollo eats his lunches alone because he finds people noisy. Bruh, he has 2 croissants, 16 grapes and 1 cup of cafe au lait (coffee with milk) for lunch every day of the year…
He shops in the City of Flowers and has a routine of buying a plain letter set, only all white paper and envelopes—even if there is a better deal on other sets. If Rollo is one thing (besides angry), he’s consistent and likes to stick to a routine and to things that are certain!
LMAO Rollo hates the City of Flowers because it’s flowers blossom because of magic ✨
Rollo runs into some trouble when a community goat wants to chomp on rhe letter set he bought in town 😂 He’s calm at first but then gets mad because he considers the goat unsanitary and it’s trying to eat his robes…
I want to stress that this boy is suppressing his rage and disgust the entire time 🤡 He’s trying so hard to pass as well-adjusted… Man’s literally going to send this goat flying but stops because he realizes there are too many witnesses…
At the end, Rollo writes a letter to his parents to let them know he is doing fine. Apparently, they’ve been worrying about him ever since “that” incident 😔 The letter reads as very formal and stiff, as though he’s writing to strangers. Maybe he has emotionally distanced himself from his parents (perhaps as a result of “that” incident), although he isn’t outright rude about it.
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HIS LITTLE EVIL SMIRK... IT'S EVEN MORE FUNNY WHEN PAIRED WITH HIS VOICE BECAUSE IT'S SO SOFT AND CALM, THE KIND OF VOICE YOU'D NORMALLY HEAR IN LIKE AN ASMR VIDEO 😭
The fact that he writes with a feather quill instead of a magical pen………… ….. ….. … … . .. . … … . . . . .. . … .. . . .
Also the fact that he's by default in his big, bulky uniform with tons of extra material that would make it TERRIBLE for P.E. 💀 and has nothing else to change into... The last screenshot of the group above also looks like Sebek has leaned over to Rollo's ear to spread the GOOD WORD of WAKASAMA and Rollo is trying to do his very best to ignore him...
P.S. I want everyone to know that he does THIS whenever he has a Perfect in Magic History... ROLLO'S LITERALLY A CARTOON VILLAIN PLOTTING REVENGE AGAINST HIS CLASSMATES.... .. . .......... . .. . . . . . . . . . yes, I stuck him in a class with Malleus, Idia, and Azul :))
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AND NOW, WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, HIS GROOVY...
WHY DOES iT MAKE ME WANT TO BULLY HIM INTO THE DIRT 😭 jUST Lo0OKK AT HIM, HE'S tryING sO HaRD THAT I T HAS THE OPPOSITE INTEndeD EFFECT AND HE COMES oFF AS A MOREN SKRUNGLY L0SEr INSTEAqd 2reqrbhyygo13ogyt68p9egflbagj;jlg.DIHOBbyOFSYSvtdDOVFEILBcsnkmg2myoeqofadnm,vd..go0i424ph13nifIUSFVsofsgotfFIUOFOVUEWVOQEGYVbiypfpb OTL
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I'M SO NOT GOING TO BE NORMAL ABOUT THIS, I'M SO NOT GOING TO BE NORMAL
I aM SO ASPoRRY fOR THE PERsON I Am AbOUT To BecOME 🤡
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noomon · 8 months
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ding!
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. . . nagi seishirou. effort, effort. put in the effort!
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in all honesty, there weren’t many things that seishirou would put in the effort for.
he thinks it’s a bother—a chore. he’d rather laze around in the comfort of his quiet apartment, surrounding himself with the things he likes, his games that he’s spent countless vacant hours on, his comfortable bed, sometimes accompanying reo to football practice after his usual routine, and even talking to his choki, his cactus, when he gets home from a “tiring” day.
then, you came along and turned seishirou’s way upside down in the best way possible.
“you’re going to burn holes in that duckie if you keep glaring at it like that, sei,” you told him with a slight laugh.
“hm?” he doesn’t look at you; he’s too immersed in trying to fish a rubber duckie through the continuous flow of water on the festival booth.
“cute.”
“mm,” he hums, and you let your boyfriend take his time with what he’s doing. he’s holding the little fishing rod with one hand as the line with the magnet swishes idly, his eyes carefully observing the passing ducks in front of him.
“what are you trying to win anyway? what’s gotten you so hooked? no pun intended.” you smiled.
“the winning plushie reminds me of us, so ‘m trying to win it for you.”
“oh?”
oh.
you certainly weren’t expecting that. you were sure that you just got dragged by him toward this booth to try out his luck with the rubber ducks because he’s been immersed in this game where he had to take care of a duck to win.
but seishirou’s answer made your heart flutter in response.
you didn’t have much time to think as something unexpectedly collided with your forehead, causing you to step back with a slight yelp.
“ow– what the-?”
“i won,” he says, the plushie landing on your hands. “did you see?” he asks, his eyes holding a glimmer of anticipation and excitement, like a child elated to know that he got his favorite toy for his birthday.
“ah– yes, i did, sei,” you answer with a sheepish tone. “it’s so cute,” you said in awe, taking in the details of the plushie. it was two bears hugging each other as one was close to falling asleep while the other had a big smile on its face. “thank you! i’ll be sure to treasure it always.”
seishirou nods, linking his arm with yours. “should we visit the other booths? tell me if you see something you’d like, i’ll do my best to get it for you.”
“eh? you’re still not tired? i mean . . . we’ve been at this festival for an hour or two now.”
he shook his head. “you said there was still the fireworks show you wanted to see, right? i want to see it with you, too.”
you happily nod, holding the plushie close to your chest. “alright. let’s wander around ‘til the fireworks show starts, sei.”
and if you were to look closely at your usually stoic boyfriend’s face, a small, contented smile could be seen, the tips of his ears slightly red at how bold he was being. usually, you were the one to initiate these things, but tonight and the following days, he tells himself that he’ll put in more effort as well.
“put in the effort!” his imaginary small self said in his head.
and so he did, and he’ll continue to do so.
just for you.
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note. @riabriyn, for you!
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kanmom51 · 7 months
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Ahm... HAPPY BIRTHDAY JK
And happy JK day Jikookers.
What a morning to wake up to!!!
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You open your eyes and this is what you are hit with.
The black and white couple in BLACK & WHITE.
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Happy birthday Kookie indeed.
Yes, that was JM's hashtag: Happy birthday Kookie or Kookie's birthday, depending on your translator.
I am definitley still processing.
Well JM, you have definitely out done yourself.
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Better than even this:
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Ok then, did I not say that JM will not disappoint us? He NEVER does!!!
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And yes. JM posted it to his account. Not a story. Not something that will be deleted or go away within 24 hours.
No.
JM posted this photo of the two of them in Connecticut on his IG timeline for forevers!!! Right next to his hot boyfie's Hot 100 post.
Yes JM, we know your boyfie is Hot and he's all yours. And you have now told us all just that. You claimed him!!! He is definitley yours.
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Had a hoot reading the comments, lol. Someone asking if they are together, and the answers. Many answer yes (surprising), but then, the denial some people are in. Besties. Brothers. Ok then. 🤣🤣🤣 Those calling them besties are probably same ones that ignore Jikook moments, ot7-fy them, dismiss them, but now they are besties... Well, my partner is also my bestie, so...
Good thing my timeline is curated, lol. I cannot imagine the way the fandom is imploding. I think this is kind of a good description though:
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So yeah, JM did not disappoint.
And dropping it at the start of the day for all of us to go nuts for the whole day too, lol.
Now, doing that, posting so early on (may I remind you that the last couple of years he posted toward the end of the birthday or even just after the day ended?), I cannot help wonder if there is more coming for us today...
I mean, JK's live, well an 9 minute live, an all new record for him. Funny how his records are how short his lives are, lol.
What do we know so far?
JK was out to dinner with others that he was practicing with.
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Took photos with fans that saw him out.
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Posted for his birthday on 31.8.23 at 23:55 or 11:55 pm.
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Coming home, still in same outfit as he was eating out, JK goes live for 9 minutes. A new record low (well, apart from his Mingyu live), lol. Shorter than his panty folding live.
He was a man on a mission. Coming to say hi.
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Showing us the 2 aces. Army. Yep.
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Doing a card trick.
Saying love ya, a term used multiple time by JM.
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And diving out of there.
So, I wonder.
First of all, was there someone there already or someone he was expecting to arrive?
Same someone that posted that mind blowing pic to set the fandom on fire.
JK's live was at 00:55 am KST. Going for 9 minutes approx. JM posted at 1:33 am KST. I wonder. I wonder if they picked out that photo together, lol.
Oh, I got sidetracked, didn't I?
Because my point was meant to be: Is this all we are getting this year?
No cake? No long karaoke live? No long live period? No TikTok post from our birthday boy, who told us he is now a TikTok content creator? No Jikook live?
I mean, JM's pic, well it's a gift. But is it gift enough?
And no, I'm not being greedy here talking about a gift for us. I'm talking about a gift for JK. Because JK wants that damn live together. Giving him that live together, that would definitely be a worthy gift for his birthday!! Lol.
Just saying...
Did I mention everything I wanted to? Probably not. I'm writing this off the top of my head rushing to post, cause I need for this to be out there, like 2 hours ago, lol.
Kind of hoping that as the day goes by there will be more to talk about. Kind of counting on it, lol.
Oh wait, did I mention JK was wearing same brand as JM?
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Ooh, and forgot to mention that PolyC reposted JM's post:
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And last thing before I go:
I just loooooove seeing that JM, can't help myself.
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Ok, so this gif does not do the JM justice. Watch the live and see just how pronounced it is!!! LOOOOOOOVE it.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY KOOKIE!!!
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gabigabigabby · 11 months
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leo messi's daughter | p. gavi
pablo gavi x messi!reader
a/n: yes im aware many people have done this but this plot is way too adorable for me to not write! also who else is gonna miss messi in psg? bc same ���🏼‍♀️
synopsis: gavi didn't really piece together that your dad is former barça player lionel messi... until he flew to paris to attend your birthday party.
content/warnings: awkwardness, very fluffy, leo being a menace and teasing pabs all the time. google translated spanish. lmk if i missed out anything
18. you didn't think you'd make it this far, let alone celebrate it in the city of love. you didn't think you'd start living in paris either. your initial plan was to live with your parents and little rat brothers until the day dad sends you off to your forever man. although, knowing your father, you probably won't even need to think about that day happening anytime soon.
ciro runs to you, hugging your legs since that's how tall he is. "feliz cumple, vieja!" [happy birthday, old lady!]
"who are you calling vieja?" you play along. "gracias, pollito." [thanks, little chicken.]
"is he coming, linda?" antonela approaches you, picking ciro up and propping him on her hip. "don't want him bailing out on you on your special day."
"nothing to worry about, mamá," you reassure. "trust." antonela smiles at you, before hearing a ruckus happening twenty feet from where you, mom and ciro stood.
"that must be your papá and brother playing football again," antonela groans. "i told them not to play ball out in that field." you offer to take ciro with you as you let your mother yell at your father and mateo.
thiago walks into the ballroom, heading straight for you and ciro. "is hermano pablo coming?" thiago asks you quietly, acknowledging how the ballroom echoes even with the lowest of voices.
"he told me he will be." you answer. your doubtful voice had pushed ciro to drape his arms over your shoulders.
"it's okay if he doesn't, hermana. nosotros estamos aquí para ti." ciro smiles, knowing you as well as both your parents can't resist to stay mad after seeing that smile. [we're here for you.]
"te quiero mucho, mi pollito." you bump heads with ciro before realising the presence of two figures at the front doors of the hall. [i love you so much, my little chicken.]
"pablo!" it was him. and pedri. he asked you if he could bring a plus-one.
"but i am your plus-one." you had told him.
"yeah, but it's your party." gavi answered.
"wait, what?"
"i dunno. can i bring pedri or not?"
"esta bien, lo que sea." you gave up. [fine, whatever.]
"te dije que vendría." gavi smiles, wrapping his arms around you and ciro. [told you i was coming.]
you introduce ciro to pablo, your youngest brother only waving shyly at him, only having met him twice. thiago was quick to throw his arms around gavi's waist. "ah, on the dot." you say, noticing your parents and mateo walk into the hall, all nice and ready for the party.
"what do you mean?" pablo questions.
"mamá, papá, mateo, this is my boyfriend, pablo. and pedri." you introduce. your hand coils itself around gavi's bicep.
"ah, sí. pedri, como estas?" he and pedri shake hands, exchanging niceties before he moves on to pablo. "y este es pablo de barcelona?" lionel asks, his head tilted to his right. [ah, yes. pedri, how are you doing? and this is pablo from barcelona?]
"sí," you say, seeing your friends start gathering by the front door of the hall. you choose to take ciro with you to greet your friends, so you walk away from pablo. stopping next to your dad, you tell him, "se bueno, papi. he's just pablo, and you're... el mejor del mundo." [yes. be nice, daddy. he's just pablo, and you're... the best in the world.]
leo only shoos you off to greet your friends before taking a deep breath. "pablo." he calls for your boyfriend, whose eyes have drifted to you as he watched you walk away from him.
"yes, sir?" gavi stands straighter than usual.
"como te va en barcelona? ¿xavi te trata bien?" leo asks, making conversation with him as antonela, thiago and mateo lead pedri away to the buffet spread. [how are you doing at barcelona? xavi treating you well?]
"i'm getting better, mr. messi." gavi nods his head slightly, hands together in front of him. he's smiling his best smile. he really wants to impress your father.
"deja eso. llámame leo," he waves gavi off, a smile — slowly but surely — appearing on his face. gavi can only chuckle at the acknowledgment. "sentémonos, el espectáculo está a punto de comenzar." [quit that. call me leo. let's get seated, show's about to start.]
once everyone is seated, your uncle, antonela's brother, begins the ceremony. you sat in between leo and pablo. act one; first daddy-daughter dance. "¿pueden la princesa y papá dar un paso al frente para el primer baile?" [can the princess and dad please step forward for the first dance?]
leo presents you his hand, nodding towards the dance floor. "ready, mija?"
you nod your head, taking dad's hand before trailing behind him to the centre of the hall. you instinctively pan your eyes to pablo, who sat next to your mother. he looks at you with great admiration, before putting both his thumbs up and grinning.
the music begins to play and you lean against your father, coiling your arms around his waist. "gracias por todo, papá." [thanks for everything, dad.]
"no," leo shakes his head. "gracias por todo, hermosa. has cambiado mi vida para siempre el día que naciste. dios me ha dado la hija mas grande que podría tener." [no, thank you for everything, beautiful. you have changed my life forever the day you were born. god has given me the greatest daughter i could possibly have.]
you couldn't stop your eyes from filling up with tears as you listen to your father's intimate speech. "gracias por cuidar a tus hermanos como lo haces. eres más que una mujer. eres un monstruo. un monstruo en la cancha, un muñeca fuera." [thank you for taking care of your brothers the way you do. you're more than just a woman. you're a monster. a monster on the pitch, a doll off.]
"me acabas de llamar monstruo?" you scoff on leo's shoulder. [did you just call me a monster?]
"quise decir eso amablemente!" leo laughs. [i meant that nicely!]
you thank your dad, and you dance in silence. you were grateful to have leo in your life. he was your rock, and he always will be. when the music finally ends, you allow your cheek to tear away from leo's shoulder. leo smiles at you as your uncle speaks again.
"pablo? tu turno." your uncle nods at pablo, who gets on his feet immediately as leo turns to make eye contact with him. [pablo? your turn.]
you wait for pablo on the dance floor. you let your head hang low as you wait, because pablo could make you blush by just walking over to you. "estas lista, querida?" boom, you're blushing. [you ready, darling?]
you nod, giving him your right hand and placing your left on his shoulder. the music begins playing and you allow pablo to sway you gently and slowly left and right. "thanks for coming."
"cualquier cosa para ti, amor," gavi chuckles. "me di cuenta de que tu papá te dio un pequeño discurso cuando bailaban. creo que quiero decirte algo a ti también." [anything for you, love. i noticed your dad kinda gave you a little speech when you guys danced. i think i wanna say something to you too.]
"cosa segura." you answer. [sure thing.]
before gavi could speak, your uncle comes running towards the both of you. "¿tio? ¿todo bien?" [uncle? everything okay?]
"todo está bien, cariño. es solo que... tu amigo pedri de ahí de allá dijo que le pasaras el micrófono a pablo," your tio explains, looking at pablo now. "dijo que tienes algo que decir." [all is good, darling. it's just that... your friend pedri over there said to hand pablo the mic. he said you've got something to say.]
you grit your teeth in guilt, and as you look up at pablo, he was annoyingly mouthing something to pedri. "toma el micro, pablo, no hay tiempo para esto." you whisper-yell. [take the mic, pablo, there is no time for this.]
he rashly took the mic from your tío, clearing his throat before beginning his speech. "uh, hola. espero que todos ustedes estén pasando un buen rato. soy pablo, el novio de y/n," he introduces himself. "vine desde barcelona y estoy aquí para celebrar la vida de nuestra querida niña hoy. mi amor, eres un regalo para todos nosotros. no puedo hablar por tu familia, pero has cambiado mi vida de una manera que las palabras no pueden describir." [hi, hope all of you are having a good time. i'm pablo, y/n's boyfriend. i came all the way from barcelona and i am here to celebrate the life of our dear girl today. my love, you are a gift to all of us. i can't speak for your family, but you have changed my life in a way that words cannot describe.]
"gracias por todo lo que ha hecho por mí, y eso incluye su apoyo para mí y mi carrera, incluso aquí en parís. te lo prometo, siento tu presencia en barcelona cada vez que juego. espero que este año te traiga toda la alegría que te mereces. Te amo, y veo mi futuro contigo. feliz cumpleaños." pablo finishes his speech off with the biggest smile. [thank you for everything you have done for me, and that includes your support for me and my career even all the way here in paris. i promise you, i feel your presence in barcelona every time i play. i hope this year brings you all the joy you deserve. i love you, and i see my future with you. happy birthday.]
he comes in closer to give you a hug, and as he did, he whispers in your ear. "estoy orgulloso de ti, messi. solo... ven a visitar barcelona más a menudo, okay?" [i'm proud of you, messi. just... come visit barcelona more often, okay?]
"i'll try." you smile.
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tinytauris · 11 months
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Yuki and his beefy Aussies: a primer
Got this in my askbox
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It is Eid and I am bored so congrats anon, you're getting another masterpost nobody asked for! Consider this Yuki's post-divorce dalliances post I mentioned in the Yurem roundup last year since so far in 2023 all he's done is stick with them.
Before we get into Yuki and his beefy aussies, lets get just briefly address the Yuki pairing that has frankly given us nothing.
Nyuki:
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I had such high hopes for these two last year, I was imagining the short king lineup of dreams, Yuki finally having a teammate who'd be just as bold with gay chicken as he was. They successfully lured me into investing in stock with a few insta stories and F2 interactions.
And then...nothing. I have seen more sparks produced from a dead AAA battery than between these two. I have seen better chemistry in that music video Troye Sivan did with Ariana Grande. There is nothing. You cannot convince me these two have ever even had a laugh together let alone engaged in carnal relations. Zip. Zilch. Nada.
Moving on, here are the two men Yuki HAS shown potential with:
Beefy Aussie #1: Josh Kruse aka Josh the Admin
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Long-time Yuki enthusiasts will know Josh. He's been Alphatauri's social media admin since the days of yore (Torro Rosso) and was responsible for most of the absolutely insane Yukierre content we got last year. This man is the patron saint of yukierre stans, so it was easy for him and Yuki's relationship to slip under the radar until now.
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What can I say, they're just really cute. They argue like an old married couple in every podcast. Enjoy Yuki ruining Josh’s intro for the 700th time and Josh threatening to mute and/or strangle him
Josh is someone Yuki’s quite close with since they’re both in Faenza, they go on their biking dates, he goes to Josh’s house to cook for him, throws him birthday parties, they have matching shirts-idk man that’s a lot of fondness disguised as mutual bickering. Yuki being sick and still insisting on taking Josh around Tokyo and Josh navigating Japanese pharmacies with google translate to buy him medicine.
Josh also has a tendency to photograph Yuki like a lover. Here’s a small collage of their dinner dates. Also the first half of this vlog which is just one giant POV boyfriend experience
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And for my fellow size difference whores, please note Josh is fucking giant. 6′2 making him a whole foot taller than Yuki. They legit can’t even be in the same frame without adjusting
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Also this is a size comparison of Yuki’s race shoe with Josh’s hand, presented without comment
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So that’s beefy Aussie #1 for your consideration. They are woefully scare in terms of fics but let me just plug this absolute work of genius by @yukierres 
Beefy Aussie #2: Michael Italiano
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I know somebody’s gonna come in here and be like “Um weren’t you slandering him in the preseason?” YES I WAS. However he gives us yontent and Yuki likes him so we are in a tentative truce.
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I know y’all must have picked up on whatever these two have going on. They give very much himbo and his brat and I am here for it. Michael pokes fun at Yuki who brings a knife to a food fight (reference) and its just such a fun thing to watch. They go on dinner dates and Michael gets the privilege of seeing Yuki happy shimmy and sing to him. They hung out in London and Michael took him to vintage clothing stores and now Yuki’s talking about moving there.
I am not immune to a big man helping teeny tiny Yuki with his helmet and telling him he’s so proud of his single yoint
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Now that the cute stuff’s out of the way-look.
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SIZE DIFFERENCE WHORES COME GET Y’ALL JUICE
The first Yukitube vlog is litcherally just Yuki telling us through homoerotic imagery that he is getting his back blown out by his trainer. Mind you this was the first time being together for longer than an hour and they were already this insane
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There’s also this interview that Michael gave about Yuki which-well
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You wanna nurture him huh? 
There are no Michael/Yuki fics in existence but there is this great post by @fourmula1​ on their dynamic. 
IN CONCLUSION:
Watch the Alphatauri podcast with all three of them together and truly ponder the potential they have with Yuki as individual...or maybe together if anyone is brave enough to go there
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And why do I call them Yuki’s beefy aussies? Well
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Bonus for the only non podcast pic I could find of them all together.
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dadventures with the schuminis: rock it, minnie! || ms47 scenario (1)
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dad!mick schumacher (x ofc) centric
EXTENSION TO THE LITTLE SCHUMINIS
Summary: A series in which Mick Schumacher tackles the challenges and moments of being a father to his little carbon copies with his father Michael Schumacher (alongside his in-law Sebastian Vettel, who continues to deny that he was a grandfather while accepting his role as the Schumacher kids’ Opa).
Scenario summary: With Minna’s first birthday coming up, Mick struggles to find the perfect gift that she’ll learn to cherish forever. Thankfully, Michael still knows how to make Gina’s old rocking horse and Sebastian knew how to operate the electric sander. AND Michael and Sebastian are insufferable as in-laws.
Content warning: dad!Mick Schumacher, grandpa!Michael Schumacher and Sebastian Vettel being competitive as grandparents, Seb denying he’s a grandpa, terms of endearment, fluff, mentions of pregnancy, Mick making a dirty joke, brief German translations, mentions of grandma!OFC (Bel Vettel) spoiling Minna
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Mick Schumacher knew that his off days were numbered. He hated that he had to count his days and immediately head back to the road and race. 
But he did what he had to do for the sake of giving his daughter a better future— whether it had something to do with their financial situation (they were rich as hell) or her desire to follow Mick’s footsteps to become a racer (Mick was praying to god she didn’t want to be a racer), he persisted on staying and racing for the season for the sake of his family. 
Regardless of his limited days off, he did what he could do and participated in the event planning for his firstborn's first birthday celebration. His wife, Barbie, insisted that she and Gina were handling it well, but he wanted to do something special alongside them. 
And so Barbie and Gina assigned him to find his daughter a special gift for the celebration. “Something that would mean to her in the long run,” his sister said. 
His face paled a little when she said that. It was so cryptic and vague. It was just vague. 
He thought about the theme of the party at first. Minna Elisa’s first birthday party was running with the farm theme.
When it was first suggested by Gina, Mick almost snorted to ridicule the thought. “We already grew up around them,” he said, “I don’t think Minna would appreciate that. Why can’t it be just horses?” 
Then Barbie and Mick’s mother Corinna agreed to Gina’s idea. After all, Minnie was already showing a great interest in animals! Specifically horses.
Horses. 
RIGHT! Mick almost yelled and stood up, looking for his old photo albums. He skimmed through the pages and wondered what his and Gina’s rooms looked like before in Texas. The Schumacher siblings loved their home in Texas— especially their rooms. Mick’s room was converted to be Kimi and Stefan Vettel’s guest rooms but they remained with the same theme of western style and horses. 
Then, just as he browsed through his pictures with Gina in her bedroom, his eyes immediately zeroed in on the pink and blue wooden rocking horse that his baby self sat on while Gina stood next to the boy. 
He knew what he wanted to get his little girl now.
And so the first thing he did was phone his parents. He called Corinna’s phone, but it was Michael who had answered the call.
“Mick?” 
“Oh, hey Dad, is mom there?” Mick nearly facepalmed. This was literally Corinna’s phone he had called.
“Am I that boring to you, Mickie?” Michael scoffed, making Mick roll his eyes. “I can hear your eyes rolling from here. Seriously, is there anything I can help with? Your mom is out at the back right now.”
“Yes, actually,” Mick cleared his throat and stared at the picture of him and Gina as he continued, “I saw this photo of me and Gina in the ranch— her room actually. Gina had this wooden rocking horse and I’m wondering if we still have it there. I’m hoping to ask Gina if I can get it and restore it as a gift for Minnie’s birthday?” 
“Oh. That pink and blue one?”
“Yup, that one.”
“Gina broke it when she was five and we had it thrown out,” Michael almost sighed at the memory.
Mick winced when he learned the news. “Why- ugh Gina.”
“We told her that she can’t ride it anymore but she was persistent,” Michael chuckled. “Why would you restore it when you can just buy one?”
“Because it would mean a lot more if Minna got the same one her Aunt Gina has,” Mick murmured. “She’ll see it in the pictures and be like ‘Wow this was my Auntie G’s!” 
“Huh,” Michael let out a hum. “That’s… that’s very thoughtful, Mick. But sadly we don’t have it in Texas, anymore.” 
Mick let out a sigh of defeat. He could just always get Minna a new one, but it would mean a lot if his daughter got something from their childhood that she would enjoy as well. 
Michael had a different thought, however. 
The 7-time world champion had spoken up again after hearing absolutely nothing from his son, “It was something that I made from scratch, Mick.” 
Mick’s eyes quirked at the sound of this as he asked, “You made it?” 
“Ralf and I did,” Michael replied, referring to Mick’s uncle as Michael continued, “I still remember what it looks like and if you’d like, we can make it. Though I doubt that you’d have time to—“
“NO, NO, NO!” Mick panicked, wincing at the volume of his voice as he looked back at the entryway of the living room. Barbie would kill him if his tone woke the baby up. Then he began speaking as quietly as possible, “I’m not busy on my next off— surely it won’t take us long to make it right?”
“You have to rest for the—“
“—Dad, I’m begging you right now please help me,” Mick pleaded desperately. “I have a doubleheader after my next off and I wouldn’t have time in the future like Dad please.”
Michael immediately interrupted Mick, “Mick for the love of god, stop freaking out—“
“—Sorry,” Mick muttered. “Didn’t mean to freak out. ‘S just… I haven’t done anything for Minnie’s birthday and this is her first birthday. My first kid’s first birthday. I’m already missing out on most of her life and I can’t even do anything for her first birthday? What kind of a father would I be?”
Michael understood. He understood fully what Mick felt and he wouldn’t deny that. He was a father as well, and he rarely saw Gina and Mick during the season— he had often labelled himself as a shitty father for it. It was only fair that Michael understood how Mick felt now that he, too, was a father. 
But instead of expressing his empathy outright, Michael only sighed and spoke, “Lassen Sie uns morgen mit klaren Köpfen beginnen.” Let’s start with clear minds tomorrow.
“Was meinst du, Dad?” What do you mean, Dad? Mick asked. 
“We’ll plan out what to do in two weeks then start,” Michael told his son through the phone and instructed, “It’ll take us a while to figure it out so I need you to clear your brain and sleep it off. Don’t get too stressed, Mickie. ‘s not good for you— Minnie’s a baby but she can feel stress when it’s nearby.” 
“Okay,” Mick cleared his throat, now determined to stay sane for a little while. “I’ll do that.”
“Don’t get too antsy about not being able to do anything,” Michael reassured him. “Everyone around you already knows you’re doing more than you think.” 
“Alright,” Mick murmured softly, “th- thanks dad. Say hi to mom for me, yeah?”
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“You guys~” Barbie had walked into the deck of their home, her face offering her husband Mick and father-in-law Michael a puzzled look. 
“You two have been here for hours,” Barbie told them as if she was worried. She had been hearing some strange noise at the deck earlier today alongside the murmuring. Knowing Mick and Michael, she assumed that they were just relaxing at the back. 
Yet here she was, looking at them with a baffled look as she watched Mick’s hand pull away from the half-cut lumber and electric saw.
“No we’re not,” Michael quipped, “we’ve been here for two.” 
“Hours,” Barbie emphasized. “Minna just—“ 
“Da! Da!” Corinna had followed suit and walked out with eleven-month-old Minna in her arms, grinning as the baby continued to babble happily.
“Yeah, what Minna said,” Barbie murmured, stepping back as she said, “she just woke up from her nap.”
“Aw, is that right, meine kleine Minnie?” My little Minnie. Michael cooed, arms extending to reach for his granddaughter as he carried Minna in his arms. He grinned heavily as he began to move around with the little girl. “Did you have a good nap, liebe?”
“Pip!” Minna shrieked, only knowing that word alongside ‘Ma’ and ‘Da.’ “Pip!”
“Is that a yes or a no?” Michael hummed before pressing a kiss on the little one’s chubby cheek. “I assume it’s a yes.”
“Oh definitely a yes,” Barbie chuckled, “I know what Mick looks like waking up from a nap— she's definitely a Schumacher who had a good nap.” 
Mick groaned playfully, earning a giggle from Barbie. 
“By the way,” Barbie brought up, “Seb is coming over with Kimi and Stefan.” 
“Oh great, look, Dad, Seb’s helping us,” Mick looked at Michael. 
“What’re you two doing anyways?” Corinna asked, her eyes looking at the scattered tools and piled-up lumber. Barbie found herself looking as well, curious eyes now trained at the cans of paint as she looked back at the father-son duo. 
“Stuff,” Mick shrugged nonchalantly.
“Wow aren’t you specific,” Corinna muttered.
“It’s for Minnie’s birthday,” Michael waved off the two women, “don’t worry about it. It’ll be done by the end of the day.”
“Minnie’s birthday is in four weeks,” Mick continued, “I wanted to make something for her so… yeah.”
“You don’t even know how to make something wood-related, Mick,” Barbie replied with a raised brow.
Mick then murmured, “I’ll show you something wood-related— ow, Mom!” Corinna smacked Mick on the back of his head and glared at him, gesturing back to Minna. 
Michael snorted aloud, making Minna laugh at the sound. 
“That’s your child in front of you, Mick,” Barbie warned with a cheeky grin. “Careful with your words now, yeah?” 
Mick only rolled his eyes. It wasn’t as if Minna could understand that easily. 
“Besides,” Barbie continued, “shouldn’t you be talking to Seb about… lumber stuff? He’s made an impressive apiary before.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Michael scoffed and waved off the offer, “I’ve made this before. It’s nothing I can’t do. Sebastian’s never done this— he wouldn’t be that good without any instruction.”
Corinna and Barbie traded looks. If there was something that the Schumachers and Vettels knew, it was that Sebastian was good at a lot of things— so the fact that Michael was underestimating his woodworking skills? That definitely wouldn’t sit right with Seb especially if he’s heard of it.
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Sebastian Vettel wasn’t usually like this, but when Corinna brought up Michael’s comments about his skills the 4-time world champion couldn’t help but lean against the deck railing with a smirk. In his hand was a bottle of beer, watching the Schumacher men struggle with sanding the wood surfaces that they’ve cut. Or rather, they didn’t know how to operate the electric sander. 
Mick groaned, “Seb— some help please?” He turned to look at the driver, who kept leaning against the railing with a cheeky smile.
“I would but Michael said I can’t be good without ins—“
“Oh come on, have a laugh, Seb,” Michael looked at Sebastian in annoyance, making the man finally cave in and laugh. “Just come help— this is your granddaughter’s gift too—“
“No, don’t call Minnie that,” Sebastian interrupted Michael and shook his head. “Don’t call her my granddaughter.”
“Is she not?” Mick raised a brow. He was merely teasing. After all, Sebastian proudly called himself Barbie’s (foster) father — therefore he was a proud Opa to the little Minna Schumacher. 
Seb just refused to be called a grandfather. He wasn’t that old yet. Fernando Alonso was literally older than him! He sometimes denied that he was a grandfather— but he wouldn’t ever deny Minnie the right to call him Opa.
“Step away,” Sebastian said, now handling the sander as he started it. “You should’ve called me earlier today— I would’ve gone and done all of this.”
“Dad said he could do it, that's why I thought we didn’t need some help,” Mick reasoned.
Sebastian gave his mentor Michael a look and said, “Minna’s not just your granddaughter, Michael. Learn to share responsibilities. I have to spoil her too.”
Michael rolled his eyes, “Just sand the whole thing so we can paint it.”
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Minna Schumacher’s first birthday party was anything but simple. The little one had charmed people with her signature Schumacher grin and had giggled at almost anything. 
But it wasn’t just her adorable and charming being that turned the environment of the party up a notch. Her little heart-studded cowboy boots gathered the attention of most guests as she slowly walked and stomped around the venue, smiling up at whoever she came across as her mother Barbie assisted her. 
“Oh my, is that my Minnie baby?” Barbie grinned at her mother Bel Vettel as the little one excitedly stomped her feet down. Minna immediately sped up her steps and leaned forward to be reached by Bel. 
The older woman, despite not looking the part, took Minna in her arms and hoisted the baby up with a light grunt. Bel grinned and squealed at Minna, “You are such a big girl now, Minnie! Whatever will Oma do about it?!” 
“Oma,” Minna babbled repeatedly before putting her little hands over Bel’s cheeks. The baby continued to babble as Bel nodded along. 
Bel then looked over at her daughter and smiled, “And you? I’ve heard you’re feeling sick lately.” 
Barbie rolled her eyes playfully, “It’s hard to keep things a secret in this family, huh?” 
Bel chuckled, “You know that we’re only worried. Are you okay though, Barbie? Corinna said—“
“Nina!” Bel and Barbie chuckled at Minna’s excited expression. 
Bel then continued, “She said that you’re feeling ill— or at least Mick’s been telling her.”
“Mm, yeah,” Barbie hummed, reaching to fix Minna’s pigtails as she continued, “I’ve been throwing up and all that… I think I know—“
“—I knew it,” Bel squealed, bouncing Minna in joy as she cooed at the baby, “Minna’s gonna be a big sis huh? Are you?” 
Barbie chuckled happily, “I have a hunch. Let’s just not tell Mick or the others yet, if that’s okay. I don’t want them to get their hopes up.”
“Yeah, of course,” Bel grinned, pressing kisses on Minna’s face. “I’ve got more babies to spoil— and I thought Stefan and Kimi’s gonna be the only kids I’ll be able to spoil!” 
“I still can’t believe you got her a bag,” Barbie rolled her eyes, making Bel giggle as Barbie continued, “She won’t be able to use that for a while, Bel. She's only a year old.”
“Yeah, but she’s my Minnie baby,” Bel pouted dramatically. “You know I wouldn’t pass up the chance to spoil my little Minnie, no, Bebe?” Bel grinned at the toddler as Minna replied with a laugh.
“Bel,” Barbie sighed, “you got her a Hermes.”
“Only the best from Oma Bel,” the older woman grinned, making Barbie sigh again.
Barbie then said, “Only the best for Minna— I feel like I’ve heard everyone say that.” 
“Of course,” Bel quipped, “everyone wants to be Minna’s favourite. But it seems like her Da and Pippa will win that title sometime soon.” 
They both looked over where the wooden rocking horse was. It was majestic— the handiwork that Mick and Michael made for the little girl. 
It was similar to the one that Mick showed Barbie. But instead of the pastel blue and pink, the rocking horse was painted with the colours of Michael Schumacher’s racing suit back when he won his first world championship— the Benetton blue and yellow accentuated in the wooden horse while his driver number was painted on the sides of the horse.
Barbie chuckled softly, “Don’t say that out loud— Seb might hear. You know that he wants to be Minna’s favourite grandpa no matter how much he refuses to get called one.” 
On the other side of the room, the birthday girl’s dad Mick, and her grandfathers Michael and Sebastian (who still called himself ‘Opa’ rather than ‘Grandpa’) stood as they looked over where the wooden horse was. 
“I’m surprised that it turned out well,” Mick mumbled. Sebastian and Michael hummed in agreement. “Minnie wouldn’t stop going to it since she found it.”
“Well that’s good,” Michael joked, “otherwise I wasted hours of my time for nothing.”
“This was an eye-opener for me, you know?” Mick told the two, making the older men shoot him a puzzled look as he continued with a grin, “Who would’ve thought that it’ll take being Minnie’s grandpa for you to fight over the little things?” 
Sebastian scoffed and Michael rolled his eyes.
Sebastian then grinned, “Had I known that Michael was going to be this insufferable as an in-law, I simply wouldn’t have let you date Barbie—“
Michael’s eyes widened and he looked at Sebastian with a baffled look, making Sebastian and Mick laugh aloud. 
“Oh you two,” Michael muttered. “It’s no wonder why I’m Minna’s favourite.”
“Yeah, yeah, keep lying to yourself, Michael.”
“Yeah, whatever, Dad.”
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ronearoundblindly · 1 year
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The Root of All Ransom (2)
Ransom Drysdale x rich!Reader, Part Two (see previous or series)
Warnings: so. much. cursing. It's all from Ransom's point of view, and since he's a disturbing(ly sexy) asshole, that translates to language. Explicit sexual content (protected and unprotected sex, brief to full detail, oral (m rec), fingering, no kink technically). MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY. WC 6k
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Summary: Ransom has no idea how to read you and no idea why he wants to so badly.
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His mother is too smug about the damn Birkin. She treats it like it really is her own, and it’s pissing Ransom off.
Three Sunday brunches in a row, Linda waltzed into the country club’s restaurant and set it on the table. He narrows his eyes and stares at it in between boring topics she chooses.
“Dear, if you broke up with her—“
“We were never dating,” Ran says flatly, for the umpteenth time this month, and it’s true.
He doesn’t consider Linda’s birthday a date, the overnight at your mansion wasn’t a date, the Kennedy fundraiser wasn’t a date, and the sex in his car afterward was definitely not a date.
Hot though. Hot enough to haunt him just a little. He fantasized once or twice since with whatever nameless booty call, thinking about how your hand slapped the roof of the Beamer while you rode the fuck out of his dick in the backseat. Your head tossed back, your quiet, breathy gasps, drowned in moans he couldn’t contain because, damn, you felt fucking fantastic. Then you just shimmied your dress back over your thighs and called your driver. Condom again, however, so not perfect.
No, you two didn’t date, but shit did you fuck.
“Let it go,” Linda continues more smugly, “and if she’s asked you for it back, then either don’t respond or tell her…well, I don’t give a rat’s ass what you tell her.” His mother drains her mimosa, flagging down a waiter to order more champagne and no more orange juice. “I love this bag, and she gave it away. I would never—“
“It’s her favorite color,” Ran blurts, though he can’t imagine why. His mother won’t care obviously. “Did you know she volunteered for five-hundred hours a year to feel like she earned that?”
“Ransom, dear,” she whispers, leaning forward to pat his tapping hand on the tablecloth, “I understand what work is. You’re the only one of us that doesn’t.”
Ransom sucks his bottom lip into his mouth to avoid saying something distasteful, or rather, more distasteful than what comes out.
“You’re a little old for it, is all.” She pulls her hand away, and he shrugs. “Thought you should know.”
He’s pleased with himself, but Ran also avoids checking his phone again. He’d feel the vibration. You’ve been globetrotting for work, answering texts sporadically at best, and the last message—from over a week ago—said you’d be back in the city today.
He reminds himself that you aren’t dating and that his mother is a cunt.
Linda pours from the fresh bottle of bubbly popped table side.
“Don’t take your sexual frustrations out on me,” she coos over the black rim of her glasses.
Ran simply sneers. “Why not? That’s how I was raised.”
All-in-all, it’s not even among the worst of their brunches. Hatred and spite are par for the Drysdale course. What it does, however, is highlight that you handle his family almost better than Ransom does. That morning after he slept over? You walked back to Thrombey Manor in old boots you got horrifically muddy.
Even with very little sleep, you accompanied him and spoke some more with Harlan about non-profits, wiggling your toes in damp socks while your shoes sat on the porch. Ransom drove off before you even left. Fine by him. He worried you’d get the wrong impression when he awoke spooning you—not tightly, of course—your bed is just smaller than his, that’s all.
He should feel relieved.
Yes, he feels relief that you didn’t make a big thing out of it. He never even texted again until after the romp in his car, so that’s hardly eager. Goodness knows he has no interest in dedicating his abundant free time to someone running a company and volunteering with the needy.
The thought of it is simply awful. His eyes narrow at the Birkin again, wondering absently where you were flying back from and when you might be landing. He thinks about the small pile of condoms once kept in that bag and sips his own drink.
Even if you aren’t dating, the mere whiff of potential sets Linda on edge, much to Ran’s delight. His mother was told by one of her faux-friends that you and Ransom went missing around the same time from the fundraiser, and there’s a new development that kills both Linda and Walt at the same time. He can’t help but rub it in.
“Did you hear Harlan put her in the acknowledgments for the new novel?” He sets down his glass with a shit-eating grin, and Linda pours even more.
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He shops until he can’t shop anymore, knowing he won’t drive all the way back downtown from his house if you text, so he kills time spending money. The sun goes down with no vibration from his pocket—well, none from you. Ransom ends with his purchases in the car and his ass parked at an upscale, overpriced bar, a sizable pour of Blue Label sitting on an embossed napkin in front of him, scrolling through his phone.
He refuses to search your name; he gave up on that after seeing one too many news blurbs about your events overseas, always with a different male model, arm-candy type that Ran is convinced you fuck also. If he’s right, shit is he glad you had him wrap up.
In the middle of another boring sunset video of an acquaintance ‘manifesting his chi’ or whatever in Maui, a text attachment from his cousin Meg comes through.
I love her, it says. Are you bringing her to the next book launch?
Ran taps the link, and sure as shit, it’s you.
Actually, it’s a video of you and a fellow entrepreneur passing in the airport, this airport, hugging with the bold letters ‘GIRL POWER’ across the bottom. It was originally posted four hours ago, has been liked by ten thousand random fucking nobodies, and Ransom is goddamn done waiting. He slaps cash down on the bar top and storms out.
He’s been approached by three women and said ‘no’ to all of them in the short time he’s been sitting there. What the fuck are you playing at?
Sure, one of those skanks had buck teeth and one had the worst laugh he’s ever heard, but the third was passable if he’d bent her over. There better be a good fucking reason you’ve ghosted him.
Thing is he hasn’t been an asshole to you; there might not be a woman within fifty square miles that he’s been nicer, too, including his own fucking mother, and you think it’s cool to just…not respond?
That’s fucking rude. Fuck you.
He’s punching the button to ring your flat at the garage entrance before long, and you buzz him up without a word. You’re goddamn home and what? Ignoring him? What a fucking bitch.
Before he can let out some frustration by banging on your door, he realizes it’s cracked open with the latch turned and fully closes it behind him, muttering “hope you get fucking robbed” under his breath.
You’re cooking and on your Bluetooth at the same time, motioning for him to sit at the breakfast table or couch or wherever while you finish talking to someone about—nope, he’s bored. You don’t mention of how he’s imposed without invitation because he’s never set foot in here until now.
Ransom looks around critically.
This building is exclusive beyond belief, and you live on the top floor with vaulted ceilings. That’s about the extent of ‘status’ visible in your surroundings. Not cheap but not custom furnishings dot sizable rooms.
Ran scrunches his nose. Even he can decorate better than this. The food smells fucking delicious, spicy, and warm though.
Linda never cooked. There was furniture he wasn’t allowed on growing up. Then he bought nice things for his own place, and every single chance he got, nearly every time he went to his parent’s house, he made sure to fuck some bimbo on that forbidden furniture.
Ransom sometimes thinks to himself that he is a real piece of work. He already knows he is an actual son of a bitch. Revenge is a dish best served without a towel underneath your sweaty ass.
Your couch is okay. Barely used and still springy when he drops down to the cushions. He’s just scanning the walls when you chirp over the island.
“Hungry?”
He snaps back to attention, opening his arms wide to rest across the back of the couch.
“Yeah.” He’s not actually sure though. He’s hungry and a bit horny and a lot irritated, but he doesn’t want to talk about it. He never does. Explaining himself only ever makes Ransom feel childish and judged, so he buys new things and throws others away, buys new people and throws others away, and takes whatever else he wants, just so he doesn’t have to talk.
When all else fails, he drinks instead—which he’s already done—so now, he eats.
Your food is delicious. Ransom takes pride in your abilities and cages your achievement like a feral animal in his heart, smug that he has a good girl wrapped around his finger. He can just drop by. He can not call you, ask how you are, or bother to get to know you after fucking twice. Most importantly, it seems he can avoid talking even during a one-on-one meal with you.
All he says is the food is good, and you launch into a monologue about your mother being a fantastic cook even though your parents both worked full-time. All he does is grunt like he’s listening, and you explain how you meal prep whenever you can because otherwise, you’d have to eat out for every meal.
You hate doing that.
Ransom does that. He’s never thought about whether he loves or hates it.
“Now then,” you add at the end of your little speech, “my ploy has worked. You’ve enjoyed the spoils of my labor—” your smile makes him nervous “—and so you get to do the dishes.”
“Fuck off,” Ran snorts, half-revolted, half-amused. As if he would ever.
“Aw, do you need a trophy for encouragement?” You sweep your hand out to the far wall of the living room and its full shelves. “I have a few to spare.”
“I’m not doing your damn dishes.” He doesn’t know how to go rigid and determined without looking petulant, so he overcompensates by spreading his legs and folding his arms over his chest.
“Hugh, do you even know how to wash up?”
He shifts. “Yes, of course.”
“But you still want a prize?”
Sharp blue eyes find yours, and he nearly growls, “I’m not doing that.”
He should just walk out. He doesn’t have to be here. The door is right fucking there, but he sits completely still.
You lean back and cluck your tongue. “Shame,” you sigh, “I would have done you while you did them.”
And that’s how Ransom Drysdale ends up wrist-deep in sudsy water with your velvet mouth stretched around his dick. No chore has ever held his attention like this or been so fucking distracting.
Your nails pinch at his thigh briefly when he pauses to lean on the sink’s rim, your nose brushing his trimmed hair, your drool running down his sac.
“Fuck, that’s it.” He fishes around in the water with one hand, eyes squeezed tight. There are no more utensils floating about, so he rips out the plug. “Finished. Fuck, let me finish.”
With an obscenely wet noise, you pop his cock out of your mouth and trace your tongue down to his balls.
“Where do you want it?”
“Pussy,” he breathes before your words even register. “Wanna come in your tight pussy.”
You giggle. You actually fucking giggle while getting to your feet, hand stroking him gently—too gently to tip him over—as you rise.
“Dry your hands,” you order.
He does, practically panting in frustration. He could jerk himself for three seconds and be done, he’s that close, but he just clutches the rag that much harder.
“Close the dishwasher.”
Ran kicks that damn thing up so fast—
“Is there a tab inside?”
“Fuck,” he yells, painfully ready to burst. Why he still fucking looks under the sink and actually fucking places that tiny cube in and closes the fucking dishwasher again, Ransom cannot fathom. “I’m gonna destroy you, bitch,” he mutters, but there’s no power behind it, only pure need.
His reward is you, stripped naked beside the couch, open condom in hand, and you roll that shit onto his length at the same time he rushes you back and down to the cushion. Ran’s so strung out he can’t give less of a shit if he hikes your leg up too far or grinds against you too hard. Who fucking cares? He has to come, and you egg him on the whole way.
His hips piston so fast that his glutes are on fire, and he doesn’t fucking care. Your nails dig into the back of his neck, and he doesn’t fucking care.
It’s right when he sees your eyes roll back, right when he hears your low ‘OH, fuck yes’ that Ransom explodes, crying out in the desperate heat of the moment. They are not coherent words. That’s not the problem. The problem is that he fucking babbled without any control whatsoever.
Ran enjoys sex, no doubt, but he can’t remember a time he ever got fucking lost in it. Sure, it felt good, but he didn’t like it.
So he recovers silently, not saying a word before escaping to your bathroom.
It’s sparse. He would hardly know you lived here. Every toiletry is travel-sized and stashed in a cosmetics bag. Peeking out of the bag is a bubble sheet of birth control pills, and for a split-second, he fumes. Once his post-nut brain settles and he remembers all those photos of your ‘dates,’ he calms, not willing to ask you a fucking thing about it. He just wants to know everything so you aren’t interesting anymore. It’d be easier if you bored him, but you fucking do not bore him at all.
He’s got a whole excuse planned when he leaves the bathroom, though it’s for naught.
You’ve changed clothes, something skimpy and casual, something showing off that expanse of skin he did not get to see much this time.
You announce you’re going out to drinks with your head of R&D, a planned thing you didn’t fucking mention once before, but apparently, that bitch has been working so hard and deserves fun. While he—what—deserves to be tricked into cleaning and then kicked out?
Yes. Your actual answer is ‘yes.’
He’s handed his coat with a genuine smile and watches you adjust your boobs in the flouncy top with a giggle. Jesus.
He’s surprised it’s this easy for you, being intimate and then being done, not inviting him to stay. It’s odd. Ransom has known women who don’t cling, women who get off and get lost, and so this should be the same.
It’s not feeling the same; he’s bothered by it.
In the car home, he’s salty about being manipulated. You got him to clean. You got him to work for a decent blowjob, and that is fucking ridiculous. Hot though. Even hotter than you cowgirling in the back of this very vehicle. But why? Was it better because he ‘earned’ it or because you’re just really fucking good at sucking dick?
A tiny voice in his brain tells him to show up again, get more head, test that theory, and he tries not to get hard in the car. He gets home and tries to handle himself. Then he really, really tries to stop thinking about it altogether because, fuck, he just wants to know.
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Again, it’s like nothing happened.
You don’t travel nearly as much in the next few weeks but you also do not contact him. Not first anyway because sometime—sometimes—you will respond to his messages. For example, you did answer that you’d be in attendance tonight, but that’s all.
He’s drinking and scoping out his prospects when his phone vibrates. It’s you.
That makes no fucking sense, and it makes even less sense when he reads it.
:Act like you like me.
What the fuck?
He hasn’t even turned all the way around to spot you before you’re right there, leaning down close, you hand petting the sleeve of his blazer.
“Hey” is all you say before you fucking kiss him on the lips, slowly, sweetly, and Ransom neither knows nor understands shit right now. That is an actual kiss. That’s genuine. That’s fucking heavy, and he bristles instantly. He absolutely seizes up at because it feels real and not at all like how you two actually are together.
Ransom’s been thinking about when he can fuck you again, not this, never this, yet his hand still grips at your hip because you’re so close. Your skin is still soft as ever, and your lips still work him up like it’s nothing. He groans into your mouth by accident while thinking of what else your lips do.
Finally, you explain that someone odd has been aggressively hitting on you. He suspects the guy is made up.
“Don’t make me point him out. Just,” you slide you fingers down beneath the lapel of his jacket, “just…thank you, Hugh.”
Fucking gross. You sound so genuine and grateful this his gut goes warm and gooey. This shit works on people? He’s not a god damn fluffer or beard, for fuck’s sake.
Then he does see the guy shooting his shot later in the evening, and he notices you do not and have not had a drink in your hand all night. You’re afraid to because of this prick. That’s even more disgusting to Ransom. Only psychopaths and microdick fuckers should rely on getting a girl drunk or drugged. This guy needs to go.
Ran sees your phone poised in your hand and simply texts “Hallway. Now.” He stands casually and brings his drink with him, catching your look down at the screen before he rounds the corner. Within a count of five you emerge to see him, relief washing over your stressed features until you squeak in shock. He’s pinned you to the wall.
In a low whisper, Ran starts, “tell me if he’s there.”
Your face is a mere inch from his, your eyes wide and darting between his piercing blue gaze and his parted lips.
You glance over his shoulder, your own mouth going slack but saying nothing before another once-over of Ransom’s proximity. Then your focus flickers back and your breath catches.
“He’s—“ but you don’t get to finish.
Ran’s lips crash down to yours. You’re stunned. Fuck, he’s stunned, groping your ass with his free hand and letting you pull him closer by his lapels again. He’s not at all sure you aren’t taking this the wrong way because you whimper after the initial momentum subsides, and you keep going. Isn’t that guy gone yet? Does the perv want a fucking show? Are you even looking?
And suddenly, your hands go rigid and push Ran away. That’s good though. That’s a good sign. You understand that this was just a bit of help from a friend who also hates people who can’t take a fucking hint.
Ransom offers the glass of whiskey he’s kept safe in one hand and smooths your gown with the other.
“You’re welcome,” he grunts.
You just sip at the liquor while composing yourself again. Ran’s never seen that look on your face. Just for an instant, you seem scared, but it’s gone as quickly and that very small, very genuine smile returns, directed at him.
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Weeks later and Ran’s been keeping an eye on you at the few events you’ve been in town for. No suspicious assholes but he’s nearly an expert on your body language by now. He’s even more annoyed—no, still just a passing curiosity—that you do not ask him to accompany you as your date and continue to have someone on your arm at any out of town shindigs. He doesn’t understand, and it makes him simultaneously convinced that you must fuck them, too, and that there is no way you also fuck them.
He’s been drinking to suppress a lot of passing curiosity.
What he forgets to do entirely is look for someone to take home later. Doesn’t matter. The contact list is always there at night’s end.
He sees you listening to an older couple by the bar, looking exhausted and bored, but they won’t shut up. You’ve kept hold of an empty champagne flute for ten minutes, unable to even turn and order another in the face of their relentless blabbering.
He grabs around your waist and tucks you to his side, offering his hand in greeting once you take your drink, flashing his ultra-fake, glowing smile.
“Hi, Ransom Drysdale.” He shakes their hands and couldn’t give less of a fuck what their names are. “Wonderful, well, why don’t you two just write a check and shut up? That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?”
“Hugh,” you sputter over a sip of bubbly, “good lord.”
He’s still staring down the couple who are paralyzed in shock.
He gives a nod. “Seriously, fuck off.”
The woman gasps and clutches her actual fucking pearls while her husband tries a sad defense of her honor or what-the-fuck-ever. Ransom doesn’t care. He just cares that they walk away, and he wins.
Before he even looks at you, he mutters, “you’re welcome,” proudly.
He expects to be chastised, at least a bit, but when he turns and releases his grip on you, you’re simply sipping on champagne, still exhausted.
“You can go home now,” he says, thinking that’ll be some comfort.
Your shoulders sag, and you cover your face with a bejeweled hand. Yellow diamonds. That pleases Ransom. Rings and a bracelet, too. He’s glad you aren’t just half-assing the dress up with a designer gown and nothing else. The clutch you’ve set on the bar beside you is Chanel, and now Ran is plain delighted. That’s multiple trips of retail therapy, that’s you spending that new money, and that looks good on you.
“There’s nothing fucking there,” you mumble. “I’ve been at that apartment a grand total of thirty minutes in the past two weeks.”
“Ah,” he teases, “so Suzie Homemaker doesn’t have any food to cook?”
You wear a guilty smirk. “You’re right. I should go though.”
“Come to my place.”
Ransom’s eyes bug out when he realizes what he’s blurted, but he lets the offer lie.
You stare silently for a long beat, waiting for him to correct himself or throw a lewd comment on the end, but he keeps his cool. Eventually, you pick your clutch up and say, “okay.”
You actively bitch about others in the car, and Ransom is flat-out grinning from ear to ear. It’s perfect. You hate people as much as he does. From the sound of it, you barely tolerate the rest of the regulars on rotation at those stuffy things.
What would that woman who called you ‘a breath of fresh air’ think now? Except this is actually the moment he believes she was right.
He laughs—a real-life, genuine laugh—at the fake speech you practice in the bathroom mirror before accepting an award, the one where you say you’ll melt down the gold in the trophy and use it as a face mask to keep yourself from ending up like the shriveled hags. Ransom adds that they are not all shriveled; some of them have their own trophies shoved up their asses.
You giggle at that.
It’s the first time Ran has made you giggle on purpose, and he likes it even better that way. You continue to rant, stopping yourself just before he ever gets irritated. That ability is a fucking gift, and he appreciates it, too, because very few people can read him well enough to avoid his ire.
He realizes you two have this in common: he can act nice but he doesn’t fucking care to, and you can and do act nice but your caring is wearing thin.
You’re so complimentary of his house. You seem to like the most expensive of his furniture, which makes him want to force you out shopping with him to fill your shitty apartment with things you actually enjoy, but you don’t invade the space with tons of looking, touching, and questions. You don’t argue about leaving your heels by the door. You don’t wait for Ransom to take your coat.
He doesn’t have a guest room. His house is for him, and others can go fuck right off. Normally, no one but him sleeps here, so it’s…disconcerting that Ran is so at ease.
He shows you to the bathroom, sets a plastic-wrapped, new toothbrush on the counter, looks at you, squinting, and then pulls forward three (full-size) skincare products from his neat lineup. He taps them in the order you should use them.
“One, two, three,” he says, cheekily relishing your annoyance at his babying.
That face is cute. You’re trying not to smile, you’re trying to look mad, and it doesn’t fucking work.
With a roll of his eyes, he leaves you to it.
The one thing Ransom is not around you is bored. There are people who try so damn hard, thinking whatever makes them likable is good, but none of it is real. At best, they turn out warped and misunderstood because no one knows fuck-all about them. Everything’s been curated. Everything’s been forced.
That behavior has always been brutally obvious to him. He grew up surrounded by people faking everything about themselves, disingenuous people. Harlan is the only person who did not put on a front for him. They’re the same that way, but his grandfather allows people to play their little games in front of him, using the intrigue in his novels; Ransom simply tells people to fuck off and does whatever he wants.
What occurs to Ran now is you don’t do anything for him. You don’t tailor your behavior to appeal to him in any way, and in fact, you seem to deliberately refuse to be appealing. You’re so obviously uninterested in most of the things Ransom spends his days (and nights) on that he wonders. He rethinks every encounter trying to pinpoint where something changed for you because why else would you pay him any mind whatsoever.
He’s searching for warning signs that you’ve taken this the wrong way. He can’t let you expect something from him.
Expectations are predictable. Predictable is boring. You are not boring.
It should not surprise him that you emerge butt-naked from the bathroom and ask which side you can sleep on. It’s not sexy. It shouldn’t be sexy.
You’re exhausted and get comfortable without fuss, clicking the light off and adjusting the pillow. He thinks it will help prove his point, prove that you think this is a relationship it isn’t, if you say no to sex. It’s clearly a circumstance when normal, boring people use the ol’ “I’m too tired” bit, and if you say that, he’s found his warning sign. Sure, he invited you here, but you’ve misinterpreted the whole deal.
So he turns over to face you, laying on your back, and teases the blunt tip of his middle finger down your body until he reaches between your legs. It’s nothing more than a graze, an exploratory touch with no pressure. When you part your legs slightly, he traces along the seam of you but nothing more. He listens to your breathing change, watches your chest start to rise and fall more urgently, and takes a nipple into his mouth.
What he doesn’t hear is ‘no,’ and Ran’s gut pinches, unsure which reaction he truly wanted out of you.
His standard MO is to keep lazily teasing you until you beg, but he’s not impatient like he usually is. His finger softly catches between your folds, smearing the wetness he finds there all around, over and over, using only enough pressure to push skin, not enough to push inside.
His tongue’s been playing with your pebbled flesh just as slowly, sucking and biting lightly every so often. The teasing finger flicks over your clit, and your legs spread wider. That same whimper from when he kissed you creeps from your throat again, and Ran’s sliding that finger in you so fast.
Those noises—your genuine noises of pleasure—just really fucking get to him.
Your hand dives into his hair to pull him off and up you. This kiss is sloppy but neither hard nor fast. He pumps his finger in languid strokes.
“I don’t have condoms,” he admits, pulling back. He expects to have to go rummage through your Chanel for one, but he's surprised.
“Don’t care,” you gasp, pawing at him to climb on top of you, and he’s fucking thrilled. By now you’re drenched for him, but Ran wants to savor the feel of you all over his bare cock, slippery, tight, and warm like a custom happy ending.
Fuck, it’s nice to feel your tits bounce against his chest. Fuck, do you get handsy in this position.
He’s purposefully dragging his pelvis so you make more noise. He leaves your mouth free and nips at your neck instead, the perfect view down your body whenever he wants.
You grip at his shoulders for leverage, and he feels your hips rocking faster than his to chase your high.
“Hugh, uhh, fuck, Hugh,” you pant, walls tightening like a vice around him.
Ran growls, about to correct you, when you laugh.
You goddamn laugh.
Sure, the joyous sound is broken up by the force of his thrusts, but you’re calling him ‘Hugh’ intentionally to piss him off, in the middle of sex, you bitch.
He hates it. He absolutely hates it. He absolutely is about to come.
You do first, shouting a breathy ‘yes’ that Ran cannot concentrate on because he’s fucking furious. He’s about to erupt like a volcano, all that building pressure shoved to the base of his spine while you were lazily humping. He wishes he’d been pounding into the mattress this whole time instead. Fuck you.
Fuck him. He can’t even take out that frustration on you because he’s there.
Ransom pulls out, raises to his knees, and aims his cum and anger at you. 
Waves of ecstasy roll through him. Spurt after spurt of sticky, white rope glazes your skin until his balls are empty and his whole body is drained of feeling. He can’t even maneuver over your leg before collapsing, arching his back to avoid his own mess, his face buried in the crook of your neck. 
“Shit,” he groans against your sweaty skin, as beautiful to taste as it is to look at.
Your hands cradle his head for a few long seconds as he recovers, but he needs to get up. He needs to go to the bathroom. He needs to not be stuck between your legs or held in your arms for a minute.
He has no words. He has no thoughts. He just has emptiness. It’s far more peaceful than it should be. It’s more peaceful than he deserves.
So once clean, Ransom goes back to bed.
He makes a point to act asleep when you return from the bathroom, and you don’t bother to touch him in any way. That’s good. That’s a good thing, he reminds himself. Slowly, like everything tonight, fatigue overtakes his anger, and Ran falls asleep.
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You wake before him in the morning. The bed is already cold beside him, so Ransom has no idea how he ended up being positioned overnight. He thinks he would know if he accidentally spooned you, but he would have thought so last time, too. Your gown and clutch are still in his room, so he expects to find you around. Since you cook, he half-excites at a homemade breakfast until seeing your blank stare over tea.
You’re wearing one of his sweaters, mug warming your hands, curled up on a corner of his couch with your phone by your side. Outside the wall of windows is plain greenery, thin woods that appear lush with leaves.
He likes that view, too. He likes watching you view it. He likes that even though you clearly found things to make you comfortable, you haven’t left an imprint on his space. He likes that you aren’t needy, really, and that you’ll leave soon because you’ll have something to do. 
Ransom doesn’t have to take care of you. He doesn’t have to care.
He’ll never get sick of you when you’re gone this much. There’s a weird benefit in you being admired by—and being slightly intimidating to—his family. You’re Harlan’s neighbor, for fuck’s sake.
He’s been standing, watching you watch out the windows, in his boxers for who knows how long when the doorbell rings. You jump up, an apology on your lips, and scramble to the door.
“Dubois, I told you not to make noise,” you hiss at your driver. You called your own car service to pick you up before Ran even woke up.
“I did text you, ma’am.”
After checking your phone, you sigh. “I see. I’m sorry. I must have missed it. Thank you for bringing these.”
Your driver hands over a garment bag.
“I’ll only be a minute,” you say, but to whom, Ransom isn’t sure.
He eyes you retreating to the bathroom and only turns back when Dubois clears his throat.
“Your paper, sir.”
“Right,” Ran mutters, snatching the bundle away.
You weren’t fucking kidding. You’re out of his room with all your stuff in hand in record time. Dubois dutifully takes whatever you hand him to the waiting car, and you’re left holding his sweater.
“I can have this dry-cleaned and sent back, if you want.”
“That—“ Ransom looks you up and down. You’re in a black pants suit, a pale pink blouse, with the yellow diamond jewelry from last night on again. It works. “—won’t be necessary,” he finishes.
You don’t put your golden heals back on. You carry them to the car while walking down his drive on your tip toes, smiling as Dubois helps you in.
Since it’s right there, Ran puts on the same sweater you just handed him. He can smell your perfume though you weren’t wearing it long. He wonders how the scent didn’t bother him yesterday if it was strong enough to last the whole night.
He finds the one thing you left behind and out of place, a half-drunk tea, and takes it as a sign. You aren’t perfect. That, and you didn’t mention a single other thing than whether or not you should clean his clothing.
He doesn’t know if you’re going to work or to the airport. He doesn’t know where or when he’ll see you next. You didn’t even thank him, but he’s not sure what he wants to be thanked for.
Ransom makes his own drink and sits at the same spot on the couch, his favorite spot, ready to read the paper. He flips through the pages, a sweetly scented sleeve tucked up to his nose while he leans forward.
Nothing interests him until a photo, a photo of you obviously. The announcement is for your charity’s third annual soup kitchen event. You’ve never mentioned it, and it’s two weeks away. Ran’s salty and grumbling into his own mug that you didn’t ask him to participate.
Why don’t you ever ask him to do anything? He’s proven just as useful as whatever pay-by-the-hour model has been out of town. Ran’s been diligent about remaining welcome in most circles, even if he’s not well-liked.
He can spoon soup into a fucking bowl, that’s for damn sure.
So it’s settled. Ransom will go to your event. He’ll just say Harlan asked for the publisher’s presence to be noted. This way, he can keep an eye on you, make sure you don’t burn yourself out on caring for those people, and make sure you don’t give away the shirt off your back simply to please someone.
You’re wrong, and he’s right. That’ll show you. That’ll prove his way is better.
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a/n: Hoooo boi. I am ridiculously proud of this but also so exhausted this week...and it's only Monday. I also need you to know that I puttered along and then said these exact words: "Oh, fuck. It's 6K."
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pairing: hwang hyunjin x fem reader
genre: smut – MDNI
synopsis: during an intimate moment, hyunjin suggests you both create something with the help of his phone
warnings: established relationship, smut, clit play, fingering, oral (f rec), taking pictures and videos during sex (consensual), unprotected sex (piv), hyunjin has big dick energy, bulge kink, degrading names (brat, toy, cum slut), cockwarming, creampie, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, squirting, dumbification, aftercare
words: 4k ~ (4039)
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the ear piercing sound of your alarm rings. you groan softly, eyes struggling to open as you tap around your bedside table for your phone. you let out another groan, turning your alarm off before snuggling back under the sheets.
“yn.” a heavy, deep and hoarse voice from behind. you hum as a response, feeling his arms wrap around your midriff. he pulls you close to his chest, the curve of your ass bumping against his erection.
“hyunjin..?” you whisper, wiggling your ass purposely. a soft groan hits the back of your neck, his plump lips lazily kissing your neck.
“'m sorry.” he mumbles. you shake your head no, biting your lip gently before reaching down and placing your hand on top of his.
“it's ok. tell me what you want. it is your birthday after all.”
“you.” he mumbles, lazily sucking on your neck. he's not fully awake, you can tell by how slurred and slow his words and actions are
“you have me, jinnie.” 
“mhm.” hyunjin gently pries open your legs, keeping one up in the air, bent at the knee. you swallow, feeling his hand travel down your chest and stomach before his fingertips gently bump the waistband of your panties.
your breath hitches in your stomach, hyunjin snaking his arm under your pillow as you feel his fingers slowly dip between the waistband of your panties. 
his nimble fingers come into contact with your clit. you let out a small whimper, nuzzling into your pillow as he rubs slow circles on the bud. his plump lips kisses your neck, sucking on the skin whilst occasionally dragging his sharp canines, threatening to bite you.
“h-hyunjin..” you mumble, eyes closing slowly. you allow yourself to bask in the pleasure, the feeling building and building in the pit of your stomach, making you feel alive and on fire.
“so pretty.” he mumbles, his fingers briefly leaving your clit to dip between your folds. he uses his middle and index finger to rub between them, a hum of contentment rippling in the back of his throat from the feeling of your slick coating his digits.
“wet.” he slurs, breath hitting your neck. “i love how wet you become for me, how responsive your body is ”
“s-shh. it's embarrassing when you say it out loud, jinnie.” you mumble as you feel your cheek heat up.
“i just like to voice my opinions, baby. plus, i know how much you love hearing me.” he pushes himself up slightly, lips ghosting the shell of your ear. he gently blows, causing shivers to run down your spine as you feel his fingertips circle around your entrance.
“i want you, yn.” his voice is deep and harsh.
“you have me, jinnie.” your voice a mere squeak.
“no.” he mumbles, pressing his chest firmly against your back. his body is hot, heat radiating onto you. you're suffocating, but you enjoy it so much “i need you” he reiterates as he pushes his two fingers deep inside you.
he's welcomed by your warmth. your gummy walls squeezing around his digits as he slowly thrusts them in and out. you let out a shaky moan, your leg starting to ache from being in the air for too long.
“do you understand now, baby? do you understand what i want?” you nod slowly, eyes fluttering shut. “words baby. talk to me.” 
“y-yes jinnie.” 
“that's my girl.” he curls his fingers up against your walls, the pad of his thumb rubbing lazy circles on your puffy clit as his fingers caress your walls. his fingers become soaked with a new layer of slick with each pull back, the sounds of your sloppy cunt making hyunjin's cock twitch uncontrollably in his grey boxer shorts.
“gosh, you sound so fucking beautiful.” hyunjin takes note of your hands that have automatically slid under your night shirt, your fingers tugging and rolling your sensitive nipple.
“j-jinnie.. need, need you so bad.” you whimper. your breath is laboured, pleasure rushing to the tips of your fingers and toes. your body feels like it's on fire and with each thrust of hyunjin's fingers, you feel closer and closer to the edge.
“more.. i want more.”
“oh baby. it's my birthday and yet you're demanding. typical.”
“sorry, i didn't mea–”
“it's ok. i love spoiling my little brat.” hyunjin pulls his fingers out, much to your dismissal. he hushes your whines by pressing his plump lips against yours. they mold together, moving slowly and in time with each other. hyunjin gently rolls you onto your back, slotting himself between your legs.
he pushes your panties down your legs, his fingers rubbing your clit again. you whimper in the kiss, hyunjin taking advantage of your parted lips to push his tongue inside your mouth.
it's hot. his tongue skillfully caressing, tasting each nook and cranny of your mouth. his fingers delicately dancing around your sensitive clit, sending waves of pleasure to ripple up and down your spine. you grip onto hyunjin gently, his lips trailing down your jaw and neck.
he sucks on the skin, leaving a trail of purple splotches. he hastily takes your night shirt off, lips attacking your breasts. teeth scraping along the skin, purple bruising and teeth marks forming in his wake. he licks, sucks and tugs at your nipples, giving each one the right amount of attention.
his lips trail down the valley of your breasts to your stomach. you watch with eager eyes, his own holding so much hunger for you. he buries his face between your legs, wasting no time in devouring your pussy.
he licks, slurps and nibbles your clit. he grips onto your thighs, keeping them wide apart. his strength keeps you from closing your legs around his head. he groans against your folds, tongue licking a long strip from entrance to clit before sucking it.
“j-jin.. fuck, oh fuck..” you pant, fingers tangling in his messy hair. spit and slick mix together forming strings that connect him and you together. his tongue dives in and out of your pussy, cock twitching and balls tightening with each drop of essence he tastes.
his chin and lips coat in saliva and slick. he's messy, a stark contrast from his usual, pristine self.
“taste so good. so good and it's mine, all mine.. fuck yn.” hyunjin pants, his face staying buried between your legs. his fingertips sink into the soft flesh of your thighs, hyunjin acting like a starved man. “more. need so much more.”
your walls contract around his tongue as he uses it to fuck you. saliva dribbles down his chin, his hips lazily grinding down on bed. he's desperate. his cock rock hard and leaking so much pre cum. the material of his boxer shorts soaking up the pre cum. 
he pushes his fingers deep inside you. he groans at the warmth and wetness, the feel of your soft, squishy walls squeezing his digits. he laps at your clit as he pumps his fingers in and out, scissoring you to prepare you. you tug at his hair as you sob his name.
he looks up at you, watching the way your face scrunches up, your chest rising up and down rapidly. your hair sticking to your skin, body hot to the touch and slick with sweat.
“you're so warm around my fingers baby.” he mumbles against your clit, “i just know it's going to be so blissful to feel you around my cock.” he smirks as he feels your walls clamp down around his digits.
“loosen up babe. i have to make sure i fit.” he says with a hint of cockiness lacing his words. you roll your eyes, smirking as you gaze down at him.
“you will fit, hyun. you always do.”
“mhm. but you know how big and thick i am.”
“you sound so cocky.” you groan as hyunjin peppers kisses along your inner thighs.
“mhm. is that a bad thing?”
“no. it's attractive, actually. plus, i like your cock, i love the way it makes me feel.” you purr.
“is that what you want baby? to feel my cock deep inside you and stroking your warm and wet walls?”
“please. don't get me wrong, i love your fingers but your cock.. it just hits all the right places.” you whimper.
hyunjin slowly pulls his fingers out. your core throbbing as the sudden emptiness. you swallow, watching as hyunjin rests up on his knees between your legs. his boxer shorts too tight for him, squeezing around his length whilst moulding to his shape and size.
he pushes his boxer shorts down to his thighs, grabbing you by your ankles to pull you closer to him. you squeal, laughing softly.
“so, it's my birthday.” hyunjin smirks as he strokes his cock slowly. “what treat will i get from you?”
“a-anything you want.” you whisper. hyunjin looks around before spotting his phone on his side of the bed. he gives you a cheeky smirk as he reaches over and grabs his phone.
“porn.”
��e-excuse me??”
“lets make porn together.” you cheeks flush a crimson red. hyunjin keeps his gaze locked on you, his face and tone of voice sincere.
“b-but.. i – hyun..” you stutter.
“only if you want to baby. i won't make you do something you don't feel comfortable doing.”
“nono! i mean, i know we've spoken about it before but i–uh” you stumble over your words, feeling extremely shy all of a sudden. “i-i mean, sure.” 
hyunjin's face lights up, a big smile plastered on his face. “it'll just be for us baby, dont worry.”
“i know jinnie. i trust you.” hyunjin opens up his camera, pointing it at you and swallowing thickly. the sight of your round breast and perky nipples. your skin glowing due to the sheen of sweat and your juices sticking to your folds and inner thighs. 
it's enough to make hyunjin cum.
“holy shit.. you're so beautiful.” he mumbles, taking a few pictures of you. he groans softly, eyes fixated on his screen as he scans over your body. the sheen of sweat glistening from the light, your hair unkempt and fanned out against the sheets, your eye doe like and lips parted.
“jinnie..” you whisper, “hurry!” 
hyunjin hums softly, pressing record on his phone. he grabs the base of his cock, pointing the camera down so it's in view. he rubs his tip between your soaked folds, bumping against your clit as your core pulsates.
hyunjin pushes himself inside slowly. his cock head disappearing and being encapsulated by your warmth and wetness. the stretch burns, making you feel some discomfort 
you let out short, laboured pants as he pushes. your body feeling stuffed already. you know he isn't even halfway but he already feels so deep, reaching and caressing the deepest parts of your body.
“tight.. warm..” hyunjin groans, holding your waist with one hand whilst making sure he captures his cock slowly disappearing inside you on camera.
“i feel so full already Jinnie. you're so big.. thick and just.. it's so much.” you mewl.
“halfway. im halfway baby. you're doing so well for me.” hyunjin stops pushing to which you furrow your brows at. you whine, wrapping your legs around his waist and pushing him with your heels.
“all!!” 
“b-but baby.. i won't be able to hold. you know that.”
“dont care. i want all of you. i want to be filled up by you until it's all seeping out.” 
“baby..” hyunjin shakily whispers. “dont tempt me.”
“please hyunjin. please.” you beg “it is your birthday after all so please just, use me.”
“you, yn, are a menace. i hope you know that.” you hum in response, taking hyunjin's phone.
you point it at him as he grips onto your hips. he pushes and pushes, until he bottoms out in you. beads of sweat roll down his temples, brows scrunched together as he squeezes your hips.
you point the phone down, placing your hand on the lower portion of your stomach. you pant heavily, walls squeezing around hyunjin as an obvious and promenate bulge is felt under the palm of your hand.
“big.. so big. can you feel it hyunjin? can you feel how deep inside you are?”
“yes” he whispers as his eyes squeeze shut. “yes i can and I am struggling. you're so warm, wet and fucking tight.”
“do you like it though?” you ask sweetly, fluttering your lashes as you take his hand and press it against the bulge. hyunjin clenches his jaw as he presses firmly. he feels the tip of his penis against his palm, a shaky breath escaping from his nostrils.
“i might cum. i feel so close already.” 
“then cum jinnie. i told you, it's your birthday. use me as much as you want.” 
hyunjin's head dips low, his plump lip caught between his teeth. he squeezes your hips with force, leaving bruises behind. you help him edge closer by purposefully contracting around his length.
“no.. shit.. close. gonna cum. f-fuck!” he shivers, long groans rippling from his chest as his release hits him. you make sure to capture the whole thing on video, panning the camera up and down.
hyunjin lazily thrusts his hips, riding out his high and fucking his cum deep inside you. his cock twitches, feeling a little sensitive but he cannot stop. you feel too good around, so good that he is willing to overstimulate himself.
“my precious jinnie.” you coo. “are you sensitive already?” you tease. he grunts, gripping your hips before pulling his hips back, his cockhead being the only thing remaining inside you.
“toys don't talk.” he snaps his hips harshly against yours. your eyes widen, body jolting with each powerful impact. pleasure surges through your veins, taking over your entire being. you let out soft grunts and moans in the form of his name, the ability to focus on capturing hyunjin via camera becoming a struggle.
his cock strokes and caresses your soft, wet walls. his tip bumps and nudges your g-spot, heightening the pleasure.
“j-jinnie..” you pant. hyunjin smirks, taking his phone off you and videoing you. he captures the way your body twists and turns, the scrunch of your eyebrows and your eyes fluttering shut. your sweet moans captured on video as well as ringing in his ears.
you're a sight he loves to see.
“good?” 
“so good.” you groan. you cup your breasts, squeezing them in the palm of your hands. you tug and roll your nipples between your thumb and finger whilst staring straight into the camera.
“such a good toy.” hyunjin hums. “letting me us you and dump all my cum inside you. what a great birthday treat.” 
“want it to be a day you'll never forget.” you whisper
“dont you worry yn. i will never be able to forget this.” he pans the camera down, capturing the space that connects you both together. 
it's sloppy. cum and juices mixing together. the skin of his veiny cock being coated with a new layer of your slick. you grip onto the sheets as you babble. your mind is hazy and numb, nothing but thoughts of hyunjin rushing through your mind.
hyunjin presses the pad of his thumb roughly against your clit, rubbing it in slow circles. you whimper, reaching out and grabbing his wrist in an attempt to stop his actions. the pit of your stomach feels terribly warm, the knot tightening with each rub and thrust; and hyunjin knows it.
“hold.” he states as you open your mouth to let him know you're close. you close your mouth, deciding to go against debating with him considering the way he is looking at you so hungrily.
you obey. you have no choice but to obey. 
you desperately hold. the pressure building and building. your cunt becoming more and more sensitive. hyunjin is showing no signs of being gentle nor slowing down. his skin slaps against yours harshly, the sounds mixing together with moans and sloppy, wet sounds.
“burns..” you whisper, back arching off the bed. hyunjin hums, disregarding your statement and feelings. he's too caught up in his own pleasure, chasing his own high. it's not a bad thing per say.
you've seen him like this many times before. he's reached that point. his own mind is hazy. he's drunk on lust, hormones and the way you feel and sound. he wants more, more than what you're body can give. he wants to push your limits as well as his own.
you trust him. you know he would never hurt you. you know that if you felt the need to use the traffic light system, he would stop and come back down to reality.
however, you love seeing him like this. his pupils blown out with lust and pure hunger. his body slick with sweat, dripping down from his sharp chin. a sudden burst of energy pumps through his veins, hips smacking harshly against yours making your muscles scream out in pain.
hyunjin suddenly pulls out off you to rest against the headboard. he impatiently takes your wrist, pulling you on top of him. he raises his brow at you as you straddle him, pussy hovering over his throbbing cock.
at this point, the homemade porn has been long forgotten, the phone discarded on the bed but still recording the sounds you're both making. you plant your hands firmly on hyunjin's stomach as you lower yourself onto his length. you whimper, the knot threatening to snap as he penetrates you again.
“p-please.. can't..” 
“can't what?”
“can't continue.” you heavily pant, your hips automatically moving on their own, contradicting your words.
“really? because from where i'm sitting, i think you can.” a shit eating grin plastered on his face. you hang your head low, hair hiding your face as you dig your nails into his stomach. you use your thighs, tensing the muscles, to bounce on his cock, setting a steady and fast rhythm.
the new position makes it possible for hyunjin to reach further inside you, which you didn't think was possible. it's a strange feeling, a feeling you can't describe. you just feel tingly and overwhelmed.
“please jinnie.. please let me cum..” the feeling is unbearable. you feel so close yet so very far.
“what did i tell you at the start? toys don't talk.” you whimper, hot tears filling your eyes. hyunjin coos as he strokes your cheek.
your movements soon become sloppy, your muscles starting to burn. you settle on rocking your hips back and forth, hyunjin helping you by holding your hips. not long after, he takes your wrist and pulls you flush against his chest. he wraps his arms around you tightly, planting his feet firmly on the bed before thrusting upwards into you.
you let out empty moans and whimpers, arms and body falling limp. your lips part, drool and tears trickling down and onto his skin. 
“love it when you let me use you like this.” hyunjin says between heavy pants. his balls tightening, cock twitching. your walls clench around him, tighter and tighter, making it impossible for him to move.
“h-hyunjin…” you sob.
“shh. soon baby. just let me dump my cum inside you, yeah?” 
“cum. want cum. wanna cum.” you babble.
“my little cum slut. i'm almost there baby.” you continue to babble, broken sobs mixed in. hyunjin halts his movements, long, desperate groans rippling from his chest as his orgasm hits him.
you close your eyes as the feeling of his hot, sticky fluid filling you up. his cock twitching with each release, hyunjin holding onto you for dear life. you had no time to warn him, the pent up pressure plus the feeling of hyunjin filling you up was too much for your body to bear.
you bite down in your lip hard, muscles and body convulsing and shaking as you squirt. your orgasm hit hard making you feel light headed and desperate for breath. juices squirt out onto hyunjin, spilling onto the bedsheets as it mixes together with his cum.
he pulls his flaccid cock out off you slowly as you hiss in pain. cum seeps from your entrance, spilling onto the sheet and mixing with your juices. hyunjin looks down at you, stroking your hair gently and kissing the top of your head.
“baby?” he soft speaks, a hint of worry laced in his words. “are you ok?”
you give him a weak hum. hyunjin bites his lip, worry lacing his facial features.
“was it too much..?” he wearily asks. you slowly lift your head up to look at him, shaking your head no slowly.
“absolutely not.” hyunjin chuckles softly at the sound of your hoarse voice.
“are you sure?” 
“a million percent.”
“ok angel. shall we clean up?” you nod, slowly getting off hyunjin. you hiss at the sudden shooting pain in your back and legs. hyunjin gives you an apologetic smile before rushing to the bathroom.
he fills the tub up with your favourite lavender scented bubble bath, laying out your soft towel, cotton panties and some cream to help soothe and heal your bruises.
he takes a soft, cotton flannel, soaking it up with some lukewarm water before walking to you. he kneels between your legs, gently wiping at your sore and swollen pussy. you whimper, hyunjin kissing your inner thighs tenderly as a way of apologizing before picking you up and walking to the tub.
he gently lowers you down, getting in behind you. you hum softly at the feeling of the warm water relaxing your tired and sore muscles. you rest all your body weight onto hyunjin's chest.
“what would you like to do today, jinnie?” you ask as hyunjin squirts some shampoo onto the palm of his hand. he massages it into your hair, massaging your scalp in the process.
“i want to go to an art museum and have some coffee later.” 
“ok.” you grin. “i'm paying for it all though.”
“are you sure? i mean, you are tender darling. i don't want you to push yourself further if you're sore.”
“jinnie, i'll be fine. don't you worry. i know my body and my limits. plus, it is your birthday.”
“i know but i also don't mind staying in as well if you're sore baby.” 
“jinnie, i want to. i'll be fine, i promise you.” you close your eyes as hyunjin rinses the shampoo from your hair before applying and rinsing the condition.
“pinky promise?” he extends his arm out to your side, pinky at the ready. you giggle, hooking your pinky with his. “ok, good. we shall just take it easy and slow then, yeah?”
you nod in agreement before washing your body. hyunjin washes his hair and body before stepping out. he wraps a towel around himself, extending his hand out to you in which you take and allow him to help you out off the tub.
he laughs softly at your shaky legs, a faint pink blush appearing on your cheeks. he helps to dry you off and dress you, applying the cream to your bruises.
hyunjin rushes off to the bedroom to get dressed, you shakily following him. he picks up his phone, smirking as he stops the recording. 
“saving that for later.” 
“hyun!!” you whine, feeling shy and embarrassed. hyunjin laughs softly before picking out his outfit.
“im so excited! i've been wanting to go to the museum for weeks!” 
“im glad you're excited baby. it'll be my treat too.”
“you don't have to baby.”
“no.” you say, standing in front of him and placing your hand on his chest gently. “but i want to. you're my baby, i want to spoil you.” 
hyunjin holds your waist gently, leaning down and pressing his lips against yours in a sweet and tender kiss; a kiss that filled with such love and sincerity, it feels like your drowning and unable to breath from the powerful emotion.
“i love you so much, yn.” he takes your hand gently, pressing his lips against the back of it as he keeps his eyes on you. your heart leaps from your chest, cheeks turning pink.
“and i love you so much too jinnie. happy birthday, my handsome boy.” 
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note: happy birthday to our hyunjin & a happy birthday to @oshimee! this is my gift from me to you. i hope you have a good day and ilysvm!! 🖤🖤 don’t forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. curious as to what is next? here is my wips list! i hope you all enjoy! ‹3
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tags [open]: @sstarryoong ; @septicrebel ; @bbujiikseu ; @cixrosie ; @alyszaen ; @writerracha ; @hyunluvxo
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foodiewithdahoodie · 1 year
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Birthday Boy Byers
For Will's 8th birthday, his best friend ever Mike, teaches him Morse Code.
"You never know." He says, tapping the end of his pencil in specific patterns on the hardwood floor where both boys are sitting cross legged. "May come in handy one day."
For Will's 10th birthday, he's sick as a dog. Coughing up a lung, feverish, and body aching. Mike's the only one of his friends allowed to visit and that's because out of everyone in the party, Mike's immune system is legendary.
"Sorry, we have to rely on you like this, baby." Joyce apologizes to Mike while patting Will's sweaty forehead dry with a towel. "But Jonathan told me you and Will have a secret language or something. We can't understand what Will needs. His sore throat makes it hard for him to talk and he's too weak to draw or write anything down."
That's how Mike gets put on "help the Byers out duty". While Joyce is off at work, and Jonathan's old enough to be trusted with the kitchen stove to make simple meals and phone the emergency number if something real serious happens, Mike is the official translator of Will.
He taps Will's exposed arm with the pad of his finger. It's Morse Code.
You okay?
Mike watches Will's glazed eyes try to focus on him. He holds out the palm of his hand, letting Will tap on it himself with a response.
Water. More blankets.
Nodding and saying "I'll be right back!" Mike zooms off to inform Jonathan.
For the whole day, Mike and Jonathan tagteam on taking care of Will, and each passing hour has Will getting healthier. Jonathan’s impressed Mike's innate ability to communicate efficiently with Will, attuned to every little demand coming from his younger brother. It wasn't the best birthday, but knowing Mike would be there for him even when they weren't playing around or watching movies, made Will feel like he was gifted the best present of all, Mike's friendship.
For Will's 17th birthday, he and Mike are hiding from a creeping demodog. They're in a tight space, squeezed under the abandoned Family Video checkout counter, registers knocked to the ground, and returned movies scattered on the floor. They sit beside each other, attempting to calm their breathing or risk hyperventilation. Mike holds out his hand, palm side up. Will takes it without hesitance tapping away a message.
I'm scared.
Mike responds.
Me too. We'll just wait it out here for a while. Then we'll run.
This was their method to getting around loud radios or whispering. They didn't want to make any noise that could alert danger. It's also how they got away with comforting the other without anyone in the party, older teens, or adults suspecting anything. Mike tapping coded messages on Will's back or Will tapping on Mike's shoulder. Little funny quips, or comforting words, or confessions of inadequacy. Private things only they could comprehend, never fearing of getting caught.
Will felt his heart warm and tense muscles loosen up as Mike taps away messages of
When we get out of here, we deserve a long nap. Do you wanna take a nap with me? I like when we cuddle. Keeps the nightmares away. But also you're better than any pillow I've ever had. Am I better than any pillow you had? Say yes, Will, I need an ego boost.
Wow, even when they're not talking, Mike's a chatterbox and Will had to cover his mouth to muffle his laughter. There's a demodog hunting them and Mike's Morse Code rambling was going to get them killed somehow.
I think it's gone now. Let's get out of here.
For Will's 52nd birthday, he and Mike are still going strong. They're older. Wiser. More content with life. Mike's making brunch, having developed cooking skills over the years when he realized cooking can be therapeutic. Will sleeps-in, a habit he never got rid of. Once Mike's done making coffee, he slips into their bedroom, seeing Will lying on his stomach, and taps on Will's nape, on the very spot he used to feel the Upside Down and Vecna and the cold.
Wake up, darling. It's your birthday. Time to celebrate like it's a holiday. I love you so very much. My cleric, it's time to eat.
"Geez, Mike, how do you talk more in Morse Code then with your actual mouth?" Will jokes, giggling and letting Mike kiss him.
"Hey, maybe I just like touching you." Mike leads Will to the kitchen.
Will fondly smiles at the memory of Mike diligently teaching him how to decipher codes. It's been decades and they still do this, even though all their loved ones know Mike and Will are deeply in love. They still tap on each other to speak their minds and hearts. Certainly made sharing controversial opinions easier as more people got privy to the couple's infamous judgmental looks. But that's another story for another time.
@bylerweek2023 I dunno if this still counts as birthdaygate 😓
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meraki-yao · 1 month
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TN Candies Part 2
HI! I’m back with more candies to share :D
Part 1
Again, preface for precaution, but it’s the exact same stuff as last time, so if you know it and you’re okay with it, feel free to cut the chase and go straight to the main event under the cut.  
1, This post contains content regarding real-person shipping. If you’re uncomfortable with the subject, again, please don’t read under the post
2, I don’t have all the candies because I really just view them in passing, so I’m just gonna write/translate the ones I’ve seen, remember and find at least a logical speculation
3, I need to reiterate this in case my position in this gets misunderstood: Me writing about “candies” isn’t because these are MY opinion or things *I* found or *I* believe in them being evidence. I am just a translator and messenger.
4, Chinese people have a very difference understanding of platonic/romantic affection/relationships compared to the Western world, and that they look at the candies with rose-tinted glass. Chinese/Asian people are generally a lot less affectionate with their personal relationships, for example friends wouldn’t say “love you” to each other if they’re just friends, nor would they expand their friend group to the others easily or other stuff. And these people who look for candy go into their “investigation” already with the belief that “they are together”, everything remotely resembling a close relationship will automatically be interpreted as romantic. I thought about it a lot, and honestly among the “candies” I’ve seen, most of them are a matter of interpretation: yes those are things couples will do, but it wouldn’t be weird if friends did it too. So they’re not that seriously or up for further speculation. There is I think only one “candy” that I can’t quite say the same, which I will explain and elaborate on in this post. 
5, Please remember that the people who do this do it in good nature: something I didn’t make clear in my post yesterday, which is on me, is that the fans do want them to be together, but they’re not like… yandere level or something. If they’re just friends the fans won’t be upset or betrayed or anything, they just prefer to see them as romantic. They don’t mean any harm, and they don’t cause any harm because China is physically and digitally too far away for them to actually fuck shit up, and they understand the lines of parasocial relationships: those who met with Taylor during his China trip in December know to, and didn’t bring up this in front of him. They know where to draw the line, and whoever doesn’t and starts becoming a problem gets kicked out of the community. This is meant for fun.
Ok with that being say, main event under the cut:
Lexi Galitzine
Preface for this one, and I cannot emphasise this enough: I did not fact check this one, I don’t follow Lexi on any social media. These are discoveries of the original posters. Please do not disturb Lexi and respect her privacy, especially since she is not a public figure. This is observation and speculation all done in casual, good fun, please respect her and leave her alone.
Starting from 20th December, Lexi Galitzine, Nick’s older and only sister, starting following Taylor on Instagram, which is quite odd since it was past rwrb’s promo period. Even during the promo period, Lexi only liked the rwrb official account’s post on twitter. And it’s her personal account, not her work account, so this is a personal thing.
She then proceeded to like Taylor’s post from the 20th, 23rd , and 29th. All of which are pictures from his China trip, and therefore has nothing to do with Nick.
Lexi is a graphic designer, so she mostly follows artist and designers. For Nick’s co-workers, Lexi only follows two female co-star who are very close to Nick. Taylor’s the first male friend of Nick’s that Lexi followers.
Your Man
As we all know, on Taylor’s birthday, Aneesh posted her (so far) last rwrb photo dump, and among those ones was Taylor and Nick singing together (which was adorable)
They sang “Your Man” together, which is quite a romantic and sweet song if you look at the lyrics
Taylor then commented under the post, and I quote “You recorded Ahahaahhaa”, implying he didn’t know that this was recorded at the time of the video. But… from the video, Aneesh isn’t that far away from the boys, and Taylor’s facing Aneesh, unlike Nick, who was facing Taylor.
(This is fully up to interpretation) There’s such a… vibe between them in that video.  
(To me this is a stretch but) Taylor’s at Nick’s trailer. And if we recall the “OHHH THERE’S THE MOVIE STAR” little video where Nick got all adorably flustered since Taylor filmed Nick getting out of the lift, it means that Taylor was waiting for Nick, and Nick wasn’t surprised to see Taylor, so this has been going on for a while. If there is more than one lift, then Taylor also somehow knows which one Nick’s coming out from. They know each other’s route/place and meet up a lot.
Aneesh posted a video of both of them singing on Taylor’s birthday, and when wishing Taylor happy birthday, she posted that video on her story. It’s Taylor’s birthday, it would have made more sense to post either photos of just Taylor, or Taylor with her, which is what she did for his last birthday.
Nick’s Tiktok
Mentioned this yesterday but I’ll translate it here too: Nick originally followed 83 accounts on Tik Tok. On 11th January 2024, Nick cleared out his following, and only 7 remained: Camila Cabello (Cinderella 2021, Cinderella), Ayo Oedebiri (Bottoms, Josie), Rachel Sennott (Bottoms, PJ), Sio Torley (M&G, Crew), Inez Ella Clark (M&G, Makeup), Cameron Valetina (Model), and Taylor. Taylor is somehow, the only guy remaining.
Among these seven people, Nick mostly likely only introduced Taylor and Camila to Lexi, because Lexi only follows those two on social media
Later Nick followed a 4 generally accounts, but then three days he unfollowed two of those. So he has 9 followings now: 2 content accounts, 6 girl, and Taylor.
Please note that I did not fact check this, and I literally cannot fact check it because Tik Tok is completely unavailable here. Everything I translated is from OP and the screenshots she provided.
I think I’ll leave it there for part 2! Again there is still more, so lemme know if you want a part 3!
Again, this is all in good fun. But after the shit storm yesterday, I kind of wanted to use this to remind people in the rwrb who love them both and are understandably bothered and upset by the haters that the boys are proven to have a good relationship, and this is evidence. Whether these acts are platonic or romantic is none of our business and up to interpretation, but these show that they have a good relationship regardless. Don't let the assholes get to you, and have fun with these :D
Tagging a couple of folks:
@lfg1986-2 @tal-vez-o-quizas @na-18dia @mylucayathoughts @androgynoustriumphclown @hopefulblizzardsublime
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the-second-sage · 6 months
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Hii, it’s me-
I came to politely request for graves with a male reader who has an even thicker southern drawl then he does- like to a cowboy level
(If my mutuals can’t tell by my requests already; cowboy readers have a personal soft spot with me-)
(LMAO OFC!!! tell me why i kinda relate to the southern accent struggle; IM DEVELOPING ONE...)
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WARNINGS — graves
EXTRA — No use of Y/N
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— hcs
» he first heard of you and your impressionable accent while accidentally listening into one of his shadow's conversations
"have you guys heard of the new rookie? heard their accent is even more southern than the captain's,,
"yeah- i've met 'em, they're certainly something,,
» definitely thought they were over exaggerating 'till he actually met you
» when he first heard you speak, he was FLABBERGASTED; he was staring at you like you were the loch ness monster or something
» didn't expect ANYONE to ever outcountry him
» after he got used to it, he definitely finds it amusing
» your accent is comprehensible when you're calm but whenever you're on the field or mad, graves has to act like a personal translator
"calm down soldier- we liked bein' able to understan' ye',,
» whenever you get like that when graves isn't around, whoever you're talking to or yelling at will literally just look at you like you've grown twelve eyes or something
» thought the other shadows evolved past making jokes about how southern you were until he saw that half of the shadows had gifted you either a cowboy hat or cowboy boots for birthday
» tried to stifle his laugh when he saw you happily open all of the gift boxes with the hats and boots him
» it evolves to the point he misses his favorite shadow's iconic accent
» sometimes he'll have you run errands for him just so he can hear your voice - (he'll NEVER admit that tho)
» if you speak another language- he LOVES the carry-over of your thick accent into whatever you're saying
(I SPEAK HINDI AND THIS IS SO REAL. MY GRANDMA CALLS ME HER FAVORITE COWBOY...)
» adding on to what i said about you getting mad and graves having to translate for you- now im imagining the hell on earth that is BOTH of you being mad
"d'you know what they're saying...?,,
"i've got no idea...,,
» would be perfectly content just listening to your voice 'till the day he dies (it should've been in that tank; just sayin.)
» he just loves ur accent <3
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archiveikemen · 7 months
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Harrison Gray Main Story: Chapter 5
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❥・• Warnings and FAQ
The sky was clear the day after I walked along the river Thames with Harrison.
Victor: Let me lay out the blanket… there. Come on, sit here, Kate.
Victor: Ellis over there. Elbert next to Kate. Mm-hmm, good.
Victor: Alrighty. Allow me to show you my specially prepared picnic lunch right away. Taa-daa!
Kate: Wow!
(Amazing. There's roasted lamb, spinach quiche, and… too many dishes to count.)
Victor had the sudden idea to have a picnic in the garden, so there we were.
The picnic was hosted by Victor himself, and the attendees were Ellis, Elbert, and me.
Although Ellis and Elbert were practically kidnapped by Victor to attend…
They allowed themselves to be easily swept along without resisting, making them easy targets for the pushy Queen’s Aide.
Ellis: So this is why I saw you walking around with large bags last night. I thought you had humans stuffed inside them.
Victor: Haha, no way! My motto is to not ask the servants for help with things I can do by myself.
(Hm… the conversation is getting rather ominous, but let’s not pay attention to that.)
Victor: Well then, let us all put out hands together. Hey, Ellis. You haven't said “thank you for the meal” yet.
Ellis: Thank you for the meal. … Nom, nom.
Victor: Mmm, my youngest is so adorable. That's enough, Elbert. You can admire the butterflies later.
Elbert: … Okay.
The sunlight shining gently on the three beautiful faces made the scene before me look like a painting.
Victor: Sorry, Kate. Come, you should eat up too. There's plenty of food to go around.
Kate: Thank you, Victor. I shall take up your offer.
(Wow… this is delicious.)
Meals were usually prepared by the castle’s servants and they were always delicious, but I’ve never had anything that tasted as exquisite as Victor’s packed lunch.
(As expected of the Queen’s Aide. He can do anything better than anyone else.)
While I was admiring him, I felt a light tap on my right shoulder.
(...?)
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Elbert: … Is this rock beautiful?
Elbert picked up an ordinary looking pebble with his beautiful fingers.
(Um…)
Kate: Right… it looks like an ordinary pebble to me.
Kate: But if you think it’s beautiful, then perhaps it is?
Elbert: … I’m not reliable when it comes to determining something’s beauty.
(Did I make him feel dejected?)
I started to panic, and this time I felt a tap on my left shoulder.
(...?)
Ellis: Here, biscuit with blueberry jam. It’s my favourite food, so I thought you might like it too.
Kate: …? Thanks?
Ellis: … Mm, you’re welcome.
Victor: Come on now, let’s not bother Kate too much. Today’s picnic is a celebration for her, you know.
Kate: A celebration? My birthday is still quite far away, though…
Victor: It’s to celebrate you beating Harrison in his own game. You were given the ‘OK’ to stay by his side, no?
I realised that he planned this gathering after knowing the results of my game with Harrison.
Kate: Yes, that’s right. Although, I think that Harrison was reluctant to agree to it.
Victor: Reluctantly agreeing is alright too. I believe this is still much better than completely not having any type of relationship with him.
Victor: As long as you’re not at 0, it can turn into a 1 or even a 100.
(1 or 100, huh. Yeah, that's right.)
In my fairytale report, I wrote that Harrison “never leaves people in the lurch” and that his fox curse caused him to get distracted whenever there's someone next to him.
(I still don’t know much. I want to know more about Harrison.)
Kate: It’d be nice if Harrison were here…
Harrison: What, did you call for me?
Kate: AHH!
I turned to look in the direction of that voice, and saw Harrison standing there languidly with an aloof smile.
Victor: Wow! This is the first time you’ve ever shown up at a picnic. What on earth is going on?
Ellis: I invited him.
Victor: You?
Ellis: … Yeah. Kate, you talk to Harrison often, don’t you?
Ellis: I thought it’d make you happy if Harrison’s here.
Ellis’ eyes contained a deep and dark glint.
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Ellis: Hey. How happy are you right now…?
Kate: Happy? Uh…
Harrison: Yeah, yeah. No need to take this guy’s questions seriously.
Harrison: Scoot over, Ellis. I want to sit here.
Harrison sat next to me, our shoulders touching.
Ignoring the main dishes, Harrison went straight for the dessert and started stuffing himself.
Victor: Harrison, these are my specially made muffins. I used plenty of butter and whipped cream—
Harrison: The person who made them doesn't matter. What’s important is whether they taste good.
Victor: You are so cold! But I love that about you too.
(... I see. Harrison’s only here for the sweets.)
(But why am I feeling disappointed?)
Harrison: Hey.
Harrison stopped eating and peered into my face while sitting next to me.
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Harrison: Are you disappointed that I’m not here for you?
I was startled by his words that sounded like he read my mind.
(He’s probably popular because of how casually he just says such things, but I’m not falling for any of his tricks.)
I believed that I had learned my lesson very well, after being lied to and teased on multiple occasions.
Kate: I’d never feel disappointed over such a thing.
Harrison: Hmm.
Harrison: … Seriously, you’re terrible at lying.
Harrison chuckled and said “thank you for the meal” before standing up.
Ellis: Where are you going?
Harrison: Work.
(Is he going for a mission? But why during daytime?)
As I wondered about it, Victor’s beautiful lips lifted into a gentle smile.
Victor: Outside of carrying out Her Majesty’s orders, the members of Crown are allowed to have their own occupations as well.
Victor: For example, William and Elbert are nobles, so they govern their territories and manage their assets. Ah, if I’m not mistaken, Ellis is…
Ellis: I’m an assistant in Jude’s trading company. Basically, I’m like an errand runner.
Victor: And Harrison works as a proofreader for a publishing company.
Kate: What does he do as a proofreader?
Harrison: I help writers during the process before their work is published, doing things such as checking for typing errors and plot holes.
Harrison: Recently I’ve been working together with writers to brainstorm for tricks to be used in their mystery novels.
Kate: Wow… your existence must be very reassuring to writers.
Harrison: That’s outside of my job scope as a proofreader. Anyway, I’m going out to gather reference materials today.
If I learnt more about what Harrison did outside the castle, I might discover new things about him.
Kate: Um, Harrison. If you’re alright with it, can I accompany you to work?
Harrison: As long as you don’t bother me. Do as you please.
Kate: Thank you so much!
To look for the reference materials Harrison wanted, we visited a bookstore in Leadenhall Market.
Harrison: … Yeah, this one’s good. Hm? This too.
Harrison's mint coloured eyes sparkled with joy as he picked up a few books one after another.
Then, he turned his eyes to me…
Harrison: Hey, do you read books?
Kate: I think I kind of enjoy reading. Being in a bookstore is making me excited.
Harrison: Yeah. I get that feeling.
Kate: You must really love books to even have a job related to them.
Harrison: I wouldn't say that I love them, but they've always been a presence in my life.
Harrison: My father was a police officer, and my mother was a teacher. They were always at work, so I spent my childhood reading books on my own.
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Harrison: Ah.
(...?)
Harrison: A new book by Arthur Conan Doyle. Wow, he released a new book again.
Harrison picked up a book and looked at it with interest.
Kate: Are you a fan of this author’s works?
Harrison: Yeah. I’m a fan of mystery novels in general, but I didn't like this author right from the start.
Harrison: There was this one line that made him my favourite author.
Kate: What is it…?
Harrison: “When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth”.
Harrison: I can’t really explain it very well… I just think it’s a good line.
Harrison looked brilliant while talking to me about the things he likes.
The darkness that once reflected in Harrison’s eyes seemed to have vanished, and they were now shining brightly like sunlight.
(... Harrison is definitely not lying this time.)
As he spoke, it felt like I was seeing his true feelings. My lips naturally relaxed, but I tried to hide my smile.
I didn't want to spoil the moment, I wanted to listen to him voice his true feelings for as long as possible…
I desperately tried to act calm while sitting next to Harrison.
After visiting a few bookstores, the sun was already setting.
(He went to so many bookstores to look for reference material for writing…)
The shadows of Harrison and I carrying bags filled with books, stretched out on the ground.
Walking slightly behind me again today, Harrison’s muttering melted away into the sunset.
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Harrison: … I’m glad you came with me today, you know.
I turned and looked back at him, feeling surprised by the unexpected words.
Under the crimson sky, Harrison gazed at me and his lips lifted into a smile.
Harrison: Because I have an extra pair of hands to help me carry bags.
Kate: … I figured. It is my honour to be of service.
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Harrison: Don’t sulk. I told you that your smile is not bad, didn't I?
Despite our bickering, I knew deep down that he didn't mean it.
The books in the bag Harrison was carrying were much heavier than mine.
(He can be mean sometimes, not all the time. As usual, I can’t read him at all.)
It felt like I was solving a mystery.
As a fairytale writer, I started desperately trying to solve a mystery called “Harrison”.
Harrison: Liam. Are you not going to drink that strawberry milk? Give it to me, then.
Liam: Sure. Woah, you’re adding way too much sugar, Harry. Ugh, Just looking at it is enough to give me heartburn.
Harrison: Mm, delicious.
He was a huge fan of sweet food, and especially strawberry milk.
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Jude: You’re reading a mystery novel again. Do you never get tired of them?
Harrison: I always end up reading what I like. Next time, lend me the book you’re reading.
Jude: If you pay for it.
Reading was his hobby, he especially enjoyed mystery novels.
Victor: And now, I shall show you a magic trick that will shock the entire world.
Liam: Wow— *clapping* Good luck, Victor.
Victor: Believe it or not, from this empty bag, I—
Harrison: You’re going to make it look like a dove, but pull out a piglet instead.
Victor: What was that for!?
Harrison: Who knows?
He was especially great at seeing through the tricks in Victor’s magic tricks.
And then…
(William told me to wake Harrison up…)
I knocked repeatedly on his room door, but there was no response.
(Oh, the door is slightly open. … It should fine for me to go inside, I guess.)
I went into his room.
≪ Setting: Harrison’s bedroom ≫
In the clean room, Harrison lay asleep on the pure white sheets on his bed.
(... This is the first time I’m seeing him look so defenceless. He looks much more youthful with his eyes closed.)
(W-What am I staring for? I have to hurry and wake him up—)
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Harrison: You’re going to stare a hole into me if you keep that up.
Kate: Were you awake the entire time!?
Harrison: You thought I was asleep, so you stood there staring at me?
Harrison: … “What” were you trying to do by staring so hard at me?
Kate: Nothing in particular!
Harrison: Hmm?
He was also good at making my heart go crazy.
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