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ynbabe · 5 months

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Fake texts au- pt.8 bffs with the rookies+ The Hangover

Lando being Lando with .jpg and Max and Charles are now involuntary babysitters

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lando.jpg "we will never drink again" just look at em lie

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landonorris i dont even know how y/n is alive rn

logansargeant fr I don't even remember getting back to the horel its_y/n_love I DRAK TEQUILA FOR YOUR UNGRAEEFUL ASS SMH arthur_leclerc WHY AM I IN A SHOPING CAT??? oscarpiastri why are we sleeping on the road?

its_y/n_love damn slide 5 logsn stole my bikch 😥

oscarpiastri more importantly why am i little spoon? hello? logansargeant cause I'm built diffrnt 😤

maxverstappen Never get them near alcohol. ever again.

charlesleclerc atleast you didn't have to CLIMB UP A BUILDING TO GET ARTHUR AND LOGAN OKAY maxverstappen THATS BECAUSE Y/N AND OSCAR KEPT RUNNING ONTO THE ROAD!!

alex_albon ... why am i crying im slide 4

oscarpiastri cause you weer flirting witn lily and she told you shee had a bf alex_albon understandable

username omg not them drunk answering in the comments 😭

username ong what did they drink ?!?!?1 username tequila apparently username girl ain't no tequila doin all that

username WE FINALLY FOUND HER GUYS

username lando.jpg coming in clutch 💪 username not her endangering the driver's life by sleeping on the road and pushing arthur in a shopping cart 🙄 username fr like this isn't funny they should stop being friends with her look what Max and Charles said username can yall leave the poor girl alone! they're all adults it was their friends first point ofc they're gonna party ion see yall saying shit abt max and his redbull parties 🤨

After your wild night, it was Oscar who came through first, groaning at the awkward position he was sleeping in, his neck sore with a horribly tough and warm pillow under it. He tried shoving it off but was only met with soft groans and a 'fucking stop', well that was enough to wake up the Aussie.

He turned around to be face-to-face with his childhood best friend, he let out a small yelp and pushed himself off the small sofa they were sharing, waking up the others.

"Oh my god, please shut up," came the hoarse voice of his friend Y/n, from the other side of the bed, on which Alex was the only one sleeping, his phone still on Facetime with his girlfriend, Lily.

As Y/n began pulling herself up, a deep Monganesque voice protested, "Y/n, stop moving," making the young woman's eyes widen as she pulled her hand away from the shirtless f2 driver's chest.

"Why aren't you wearing your shirt?" She asked looking at the boy still lying down on the floor, head clutched in his hands, "actually, Albon, why don't you have your shirt either?" she asked pulling herself up and lending her hand to the struggling boy next to her.

"I can answer that," came a woman's garbled voice through Alex's phone making him jump up to grab it, "Arthur fell off the bed onto you and when you pushed him off he used his shirt as a pillow," 'oh, that's why my ribs hurt' the younger woman thought, throwing a look at her friend, "and Alex was 'literally on fire and going to kill whoever messed with the AC'" she said with air quotes, making her boyfriend turn red.

"Thanks, Lily, I'll call you later, love you." he spoke and cut the call, "Remind me to never ever drink with the four of you again."

"Oscar, you kick in your sleep," Logan complained as he sat up, exploring all the black and blue bruises on his body, "why do we look like we were in a fight club?" he asked out loud making the others look at themselves.

Oscar had a few scratches on his knees and arms, Arthur had bruises and scratches littered all across his palms and hands and a nasty hand-sized bruise on his back, Y/n had a swollen nose, with a deep-ish cut along her eyebrow, the only unscathed on was Alex.

They all got dressed not bothering to change, knowing whose room they were in and walked to the private buffet that had been set up for the driver staying in the hotel, courtesy of Paris Hilton's soft spot for Lando.

As soon as they walked in, they were greeted by Lando, smiling and laughing as he recorded with his phone.

"Merde, I'm going to die, shut the lights," the youngest Leclerc said as he threw himself on the chair, closest to him, letting his head fall back. Y/n was next to accept the defeat of being conscious, sitting and immediately letting herself slump over her head smacking the wooden table with a loud thud, the woman would have been hurt if Logan hadn't moved his hand under her face, letting it bear the brunt of the impact. The blonde wasn't in any better shape, throwing one of the table napkins on his face to block out all light and noise. Oscar was the last to sit, simply clutching his head in his hands, almost pulling out his hair, at the massive headache he had.

Soon after, the unwilling babysitters followed, scowling at the sight of the supposed adults who were in no condition to be awake.

"All four of you, delete my number from your phone," the Dutchman spoke as he sat down next to his British friend, "eighty-two calls of all of you singing Barbie girl at 2 IN THE MORNING," he yelled slightly making the four whine.

"Please for the love of god shut up," the Aussie spoke up surprising the three sober men.

"Arthur mate, what did you all drink?" his brother asked laughing.

"Last I remember were the shots," he answered in broken French and English.

"So you don't remember when you all ran out of the club and went to Costco?" Lando spoke with a smirk, "And Y/n pushed Arthur around in the parking lot in the shopping carts,"

"What?" the pair asked, the girl sitting up, letting the blonde take back his hand.

"Oh, that is not even the worst part," Charles continued, "You and Oscar stole traffic cones, put them over your head and began tackling each other, and slept on the road," he chuckled making the duo look at each other with wide eyes.

"Oh and let's not forget when Logan and Arthur climbed up a building," he said knudging the brunette next to him. The two in question looked sheepishly at the older men and back onto the table.

"I am never going to drink, ever again," Y/n groaned as she tried to keep her eyes open.

"Yeah right, let's see you in Vegas," The youngest Leclerc sniped, making the girl throw the napkin of Logan's face on Arthur.

"Hey, guys," Lando called out bringing everyone's attention to him, the six waited as Lando's eyes widened and widened, "WHY IS THERE A TWENTY THOUSAND DOLLAR CHARGE ON OSCAR'S COMPANY CARD?!"

oof this one was long af 😭 but I hope yall like how chaotic the boys get when they're with Y/n, cause we menaces frfr.

Taglist: @dark-night-sky-99 @cashtons-wife @i-wish-this-was-me @thehufflepuffavenger1

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waynes-multiverse · 1 month

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hello ! hope your having a great day, wanted to ask your thoughts (maybe a dirty drabble??) on Soldier Boy or Beau having an s/o that is artistic or draws/paints a lot? 👀 Currently working on pieces for my uni and in dire need of motivation to get it done😭 anyways i love all your work !!!! 🖤🖤🖤🖤

A/N: What a fun idea! Couldn't resist to write both of 'em, so I hope those two idiots bring you enough motivation 🎨💪😂

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Artist!Reader // Soldier Boy x Artist!Reader

Warnings: +18/NSFW, super light smut, tons of fluff, SB typical behavior, crack

Word Count: 1.1k

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Beau Arlen:

As his car stopped in front of your house, Beau could see the lights still burning brightly in the garage, knowing you were still hard at work.

“Hey,” he greeted you as he stood by the door, watching you with a warm smile.

Your gaze drifted from your canvas to him with a smile before spying the brown paper bag in his hand.

“Brought you something. Figured you were gonna burn the midnight oil and needed some fuel,” he said with a knowing smile.

“You’re a godsend,” you said with a happy sigh and took the bag from him, inhaling the smell of its delicious contents. “I’m sorry I’ve been locked up here so much. It’s just… I’m really nervous about the gallery opening this weekend, and it’s stressing me the fuck out and–,” you rambled before you were stopped by his large palms on your cheeks.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he soothed you, chuckling, and pecked your hairline sweetly. “I get it. You’re gonna do great, alright? Amazing, in fact.”

You let out a deep, calming breath and smiled up at him. How did you deserve such a good man? And where the hell have you found him?

“I love you,” you said and draped your arms around him, crashing your lips against his and entangling him in a searing kiss that showed your gratitude. But as you pulled back, your eyes widened in shock. You clasped your mouth.

“What?” Beau looked at you confused before he caught your gaze locked on his shoulders and saw the red-painted handprints on his jeans jacket.

“I’m so sorry,” you gasped, embarrassed. You’d been working with paint everywhere all day. Of course it was all over you at this point.

To your surprise, though, Beau broke into loud laughter and shook his head at you. “Honey, it’s okay,” he told you before his freckled face was overtaken by a mischievous look. “In fact…”

He leaned over to one of your paint cans and dipped his finger inside a white one before booping your nose. You could feel a wet, cold blob on your tip as you gaped at him.

“You did not just do that.” You were speechless, but his playful laugh was contagious and intoxicating.

“Oh, it’s so on,” you announced and dunked your hand in a shade of blue, splattering it graciously on him.

“Oh yeah? Hope you’re ready ‘cause this means war, darlin’,” he countered with a wide grin, his hands finding green and yellow.

He chased you through the garage until he caged you in his arms, your mouth erupting with giggles until he filled it with kisses. Paint was everywhere, your clothes soaked and his beard and hair sprinkled like a cupcake.

“We’re never gonna get clean again,” you noted through giggles, looking at the beautiful mess in front of you as you brushed your fingers through his locks.

Beau lifted you up on your workbench, your legs locking around his waist. He kissed you deeply, feeling his excitement growing between your thighs.

“Guess we’ll just have to stay dirty then,” he said with a smirk and claimed your lips.

Soldier Boy:

You were curled up on the couch in your apartment, your eyes flickering between the bowl of fruit on the coffee table and your sketch pad in your hands.

Your concentration, however, was broken when a loud thud echoed off the walls and almost shattered the coffee table in a thousand pieces, sending the bowl of fruit flying across the room.

Your eyes lifted from your sketch pad and to your boyfriend in front of you, propped up with one muscular leg on the small table, elbow resting on his thigh with a bulging biceps and a painfully hard cock.

Annoyed, you huffed a sigh but weren’t surprised. You had been working on your assignment all day and wondered when your needy-ass, attention-seeking supe boyfriend would get bored with watching TV and smoking weed in your room.

“Ben, what the hell are you doing?” You looked up at him and saw the broad and proud smirk on his freckled face.

Cocksure didn’t even do him justice.

He wiggled his eyebrows. “Figured I’d give you something better to draw than a fucking boring-ass banana.”

“Uhm… that is so sweet and considerate of you. But I really need to draw fruit this week. That’s the assignment,” you said wryly before pushing him out of the way.

Well, as best as you could. He was a supe after all, but he budged and bent to your movement.

Pursing his lips, he threw his arms up in upset. “Oh, really? And what the fuck is all this shit, huh?”

Dramatically, he tossed one of your art maps on the table and crossed his arms over his broad chest, waiting for an explanation. As you peeked at the scattered sketches of naked men (and women), you knew what this was about.

You rolled your eyes back with a deep sigh. Of course he snooped through your stuff when you left him unsupervised in your room. “Ben, I told you already. We were drawing human models last month.”

“You never fucking said they were naked!” he argued, his deep voice trembling with jealousy and fury. “So, what? You’re just off, drawing cocks all day at that art school of yours?! I won’t fucking allow it, Y/N!”

You stifled a snort and tried to remain calm. He was honestly cute when he was greener than his suit. “Honey, you don’t have to be jealous. You know I love you... and your giant-ass dick.”

Biting the insides of his cheeks, he blushed slightly as he calmed down. “Yeah, well, you fucking better. ‘Sides, I’m not jealous. My cock’s way better than whatever those crooked-ass dicks are. Can’t even see them without a fucking magnifying glass…”

“Oh, yeah, for sure,” you feigned your agreement and hid your amused smile, nodding heavily. You stood up from the couch and locked your arms around his broad shoulders. You pulled his lips to yours, kissing him passionately until all his worries faded. His dick twitched between your legs. “You know, sometimes I’m surprised how you don’t explode with that giant ego of yours, welling from every pore.”

“Oh, you want me to explode?” Ben looked challengingly at you, smirking. “I can arrange that. In fact, how about I make you my fucking canvas and splatter my paint all over you, huh?”

“Ben, what–…” You burst into laughter, which was swiftly turned into a giggling shriek of protest as he grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder, carrying you to the bedroom.

What do you guys think? Which mess was harder to clean in the aftermath? 😂💚

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swe3tte4rs · 4 months

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" An unexpected meeting of a mother and son " - Batmom!Oc and Jason Todd/Red Hood

Summary : Dahlia (Oc) tries to forget about her second little baby and his death after the arrival of her third sweet son. But she didn't know that she would have a very nostalgic visit.

Author note: Hello!! Before you read this and find any spelling mistakes, tell me in a comment 🙏, my main language is not English 😓. Also, this is my first "Oneshot" (I think it's a Oneshot, but I don't know), so I didn't know whether to put Batmom as Y/N or as some OC, so I decided on the OC 💪. (This Batfamily is a mix of comics, Webtoon, series, movies and headcanons… so… you know, not everything will follow the canon 😇)

TW: angst????

"Oh... God... my sweet boy... my little angel... Please don't him..." The woman murmured between sobs as she leaned against her husband's strong body.

"I'm sorry, Dahlia..." Bruce apologized in a murmur as he wrapped his arms around his wife. He felt the same as his wife, although much more frustration and disappointment in himself for not being able to arrive in time to save his son.

On the other hand, her eldest son, Dick, also had tears in his eyes and felt desperate because he couldn't do anything to make his mother stop crying. He approached her mother and hugged her. strongly.

Dahlia had just received the devastating news that her sweet second baby had been brutally murdered. She felt a void in her heart, one where she was filled with the love of Jason, her sweet angel. Dahlia couldn't even feel anger or the feeling of wanting to kill whoever was guilty of the murder, she was too busy drowning in her own misery and pain, deep ones that won't heal for a long time.

Some time has passed since the devastating death in the Wayne family. But, another little one had joined the family as the new and third Robin.

Tim was a child genius, with amazing detective skills. He was also a very loving and cute son to his new mother.

Dahlia with the new arrival of Tim Drake as her third child, she did what she could to forget about Jason and fill that void in her heart with Tim's love.

Dahlia loved Tim as she loved her two other children. She made sure Tim felt loved and protected by a mother, doing everything any mother would do with her little baby, like spending a whole day with him going shopping.

She was happy with the new member of the family, she loved him. But even with Tim by her side, Dahlia couldn't forget her sweet little angel, Jason.

The woman went to the cemetery every day to leave flowers and clean her son's grave. "I'm sorry my sweet angel…" Dahlia said softly as she placed the flowers on the dirt covering Jason's coffin.

Tears began to run down her cheeks as she remembered those beautiful moments she had with Jason. Remembering when Jason used to tell her every detail of the missions she had as Robin and fought crime. Although it hurt her more not to be able to hug him and remind him that she loved him with all her soul. "My baby… I'm sorry…"

Dahlia sighed and wiped away her tears, stood up and walked away from the grave, thinking that a rest would be good for her and that she shouldn't come to the cemetery every day…

Another short time passed, Dahlia was in the kitchen preparing something to eat for herself, since she had already made sure that her husband and children had something to eat before going out on patrol. She was calm in the kitchen, with nothing on her mind, just taking care of what she had in her hands.

Until she heard heavy and slow footsteps approaching the kitchen, where she was. Dahlia thought it was Bruce, maybe he had arrived earlier than normal. When the footsteps finally finished echoing and they were already in the kitchen, Dahlia turned to look with a smile thinking it was Bruce.

"You came back early hon-…" Dahlia spoke but she interrupted herself upon seeing a stranger with a red helmet.

She tightened her grip on the knife she was holding. "Who are you…?" Dahlia asked with a hint of fear and distrust. "If you come closer I swear that-" Dahlia was interrupted when she saw how the stranger took off his helmet and revealed his face.

Dahlia couldn't believe it…she was seeing her dead son in person. Her expression changed to one of surprise mixed with sadness. She began to feel that her eyes were going to start crying at any moment, but for some reason she couldn't let go of the tears, first she wanted to know if she really was her son or just a hallucination in her head. "Jason…?" Dahlia said quietly as she dropped the knife and covered her mouth with her hand.

Jason placed his helmet on the ground and clenched his fists in anger… or perhaps, frustration. He looked at Dahlia and stared at her. "I thought you loved me, like you loved Grayson. Like your son." He spoke, trying not to let his anger and desperation show. "But I only see that you got a replacement." Jason added as he clenched his fists tighter.

Dahlia opened her mouth but not a single word came out, she was shocked, was it really her son who was in front of her? Or was it just one of her other hallucinations? Dahlia didn't know whether to really believe what she was seeing, what if this was all a dream? Her Jason should be dead. However, she was seeing him in front of her, with some scars on his arms and face.

Regardless of whether it was a dream or not, she was going to hug her son.

Dahlia rushed towards Jason and quickly wrapped her arms around him, giving him a hug with a tight grip as tears began to well up from her eyes and slide down her cheeks. "Oh Jason… Please forgive me my sweet angel… I'm sorry for not having been a good mother to you and not being able to go and protect you… I'm so sorry honey…" Dahlia said between tears and sobs, holding his son tightly with no intention of letting go.

Jason wanted to push her, but she just wouldn't let him; Dahlia was his mother, his support, and the most beloved woman in his life. He was just resentful, frustrated to see his mother with a new son. Frustrated to see how his mother was loving another child. Jason felt as if his mother had completely forgotten about him after his death.

But after hearing Dahlia call him by his old nickname, he saw those moments pass by when he was happy playing and talking with his mother. He couldn't deny it, he loved how her mother's laughter could be heard along with her smiles.

Jason pursed his lips and simply hugged his mother back, tighter. And his vision began to cloud with tears that he wanted to hide but he let them out, unburdening himself in Dahlia's arms. "Ma…"

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#♡₊˚ Sweet Post・🦇₊✧#batmom #red hood #jason todd x reader #batmom imagine #batfamily #batfam #batmom x jason #jason todd #batboys #batmom x batboys #Red hood i love you sweet boy

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spicyicetea · 11 months

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Oh. My. God. Your bagel is bag.

OKA Y UHWMBELWBWKFVKDVFJ I LOVE LINK.

Anywayssssss I just thought of like BOTW link, before the calamity. AND I HAVE A CERTAIN SCENARIO IN MIND 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

Imagine him and his other soldier buddies seeing you, and his soldier buddies being able to tell that he’s a total simp for you . . . AAAAKWHEKLQKWLEKE

Anyways yeah I thought of this while making churros 💪

Oh and also, yk that whenever I send like scenarios and ideas in here you don’t have to see them as requests, you can also just see them as me sharing my beautiful thoughts. 🤭🤭🤭

PS: AAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE LINK SIDHWKEVLQOQPEJF

Okay, I love the idea that Link is pussy whipped the moment he sets eyes on Y/N. But I want to merge this with an idea I had. Single mother Y/N! This is also gonna turn smutty, I can’t resist.

Warnings: Smut•

BOTW!Link x milf!Y/N

[Link is in his late 20s and Y/N is 25]

Link stared off at a woman walking by the knights he patrolled with. He always had a staring issue with her. Her body moved in a hypnotising way. A wicker basket dangled from her elbow as tiny hands grasped at the fruit she carried within. Her hair flicked wildly in the wind. He knew he shouldn’t look, but her downhill strides caused her heavy bosoms to bounce, his hands flexing at his sides craving to feel their weight.

One of the knights elbowed him in the side, getting his attention.

“Ha?” he muttered.

The knight just smirked and looked past Link to where he was once staring. He whistled and the woman turned and smiled at them. She waved her dainty little hand, oh how soft it looked. Maybe one day he could have that hand intertwined in his own. Kiss the blushed knuckles while sliding a ring onto her finger. That same delicate hand later wrapped around and pumping his-

“Link! She's coming over~” The knight teased, nudging his side.

Link’s eyes widened as he shuffled to hide his... friend, in his trousers with his shield. He couldn't be exposed to her like that yet, it was so indecent. The woman swayed her way over, hips dancing left and right. A dizzying tango catching the breath in his throat as he struggled to swallow his anxieties.

“Hello boys! Good afternoon.”

“Afternoon Miss Y/N! Where are the little scamps?” One of the knights asked.

She giggled, covering her soft, plump lips with her hand as she did. Two kids wormed past her skirt, one crawling through her legs to get through. The small children ran forth and grabbed Link’s tunic with a toothy grin.

“Mr Link, Mr Link! Momma, can we give him the stuff?” The little boy asked, excitedly hoping up and down.

“Hm, I think I have it in my basket,” Y/N rooted through her basket, pulling out an orange loaf of bread. “Here you go.”

The girl grabbed the loaf and giddy held it out to Link. He took it, looking at Y/N, blushing and confused.

“I wanted to thank you for helping b/n and g/n out a few days ago. You saved them from those Chuchus in the forest, so I made you some of my special pumpkin bread.”

Link smiled and took a bite out of the loaf, drooling at the smell alone. The taste was decadent and sweet. He chewed the bread eagerly, quickly going in for a second bite moments later. Y/N chuckled and grabbed his forearm.

“Calm down dear, eat slowly. I don't want you choking,” She smiled and rubbed his shoulder, his face going red as she lent closer, taking a small bite out of the bread he held. “It's not your job to choke, Linky~”

His face flushed bright red as his words caught in his throat. Y/N smiled as she watched the other knights walk away, talking to some civilians. Her tongue traced her lips as she dragged her finger down his arm before pulling it back and nudging his shield to the side. His eyes widened and he gulped, her finger dragging down his chest, resting where his trousers started.

“Y/N...”

“So you can speak Linky! Your voice is so nice,” she smiled. “Are you alright? Am I being too forward? Your friends here told me that you liked me, maybe they assumed wrong.”

She went to pull her hand away but he gripped her wrist tightly, his arm shaking from the panicked motion. He panted while looking at her and she stepped closer, sliding her hand into his trousers. Her finger played with the waistband of his boxers before he pulled her closer with her free hand.

“Please, don't tease me. I can't wait any longer.”

“Oh you're adorable, I'm surprised you've lasted this long. I have been playing with you for a while.”

“What?”

“You haven't noticed? Always giving you “spare” pastries. Unbuttoning my blouse saying it's hot to give you a peek?” Y/N raised a brow leaning closer, pressing her breasts against his chest.

Link bit his lip as Y/N’s other hand tucked a white cloth into his shirt as her other pulled his boxers down just enough for his cock to spring up against his navel. She circled the tip with her finger, smiling innocently at him as the creamy precum coated her finger. He lent further into her touch, biting his lip as the bread dropped from his grip. His shield and bread rest on the ground beside him as they fumbled back against a wall, tall crates hiding them from public view.

Link’s hands grasped her waist as she began pumping his cock in her hand. One of his hands hungrily dove past the waistband of her long skirt and into her underwear. She gasped as his finger prodded at her hole and she stilled her teasing pumps.

“Ah, Link.” She sighed in pleasure.

“Y/N, I can't let you please me and not give you the same treatment. Come on darling, where did that confidence go?” link smirked, flipping the two around so Y/N was pinned to the wall.

He forced his middle finger past her slick folds and onto her tight hole. She whimpered and let her head fall back and rest on the all. Her hand continued pumping on his cock. The tip was red and angry, dribbling precum over her hand. He groaned against her neck as he continued to pump and curl his fingers inside her delicate walls. She moaned loudly as her tongue lulled out of her mouth and he bucked his hips into her fist.

“Link!” She squealed, gushing onto his fingers.

He sank his teeth into her neck as she let out a strangled moan. His body caged her in as he continued fucking his cock into her fist, his cum decorating her skirt in white ribbons. Their heavy pants dance in unison as her arm falls limp against her side. Link’s dick goes limp as he pulls his fingers out of her pussy. He goes to wipe his hands off on his shirt but she grabbed his wrist and shook her head.

“What's wrong?” Link asked with a concerned face.

Y/N just whined and forced Link's hand towards his lips, pushing his fingers into his mouth. He let out a confused noise but gulped as he watched her slide her cum covered fingers into her mouth. Her tongue stuck out of her mouth as he watched her clean her fingers of his cum. He mimicked her, licking her slick from his fingers. They pulled apart and fixed their clothes as quickly as they could.

While fumbling with her buttons, Y/N stepped on the dropped bread. She gasped and stumbled slightly before chuckling.

“Oh no, I guess I’ll have to make you some more bread. Maybe you can stop by later?” she asks, batting her eyelashes.

He grinned and pulled her in for a sweet, passionate kiss. His hands rub her sides as she giggles into the kiss, still fixing her clothes. As they part, she uses her basket to hide the white, sticky stains on her skirt. He rushes to fix his collar, pulling the fabric she had tucked into it in the heat of the moment. She gives him and his knight friends a shy wave as she rushes away with her twins excitedly telling her about how cool the knights were.

“What do you have there Link?” One of them asks. “You two were talking for a while...”

Link just stares silently at the lacy bra she had slipped him without him noticing. He bit his lip to hide his excitement before shoving it down his shirt to hide it and turning to the others.

“Oh, we just spoke about her kids... I'm going to give her more...” he growled, watching her hips sway as she left.

“What?”

“Oh nothing, don't worry.” He smiled to himself.

There you go, dude! Hope you enjoyed the sin, my little bagel bite. @rainstops

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alldoll3dup · 4 months

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Hii! I'm sorry if I don't do this correctly but can you do Velvet x Singer reader who used to be her competition but then Velvet catches feelings or something? If not that's okay! Hope you're having a good day/night

▐ Hello good morning anon, of course I can I would love to!

໑୧﹒★﹒Velvet x famous!Reader - one-shot ᰍ﹒∿

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - You were a famous singer and Velvet considered you her biggest enemy, until she felt something strange about you

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 - Trolls

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - FEM!Reader, jealousy, fluff

★ ONE SHOT ★

- You and Velvet were enemies, that was undeniable, in every program or award show you were together there was an exchange of angry glances, innuendos and discussions behind the scenes

- Your Twitter was an endless war, you always ended up trending because you fought a lot

- Until at one of the awards, when you looked at Velvet with your disdainful look, her heart beat strangely fast, but of course she didn't hesitate to return the look

- You got close to Velvet (maybe even a little too close) she got flustered and didn't know what to do

"Velvet dear, is there any problem?" - you said in your usual sarcastic tone (but you were freaking out inside)

"UGH Of course not" - Velvet said, crossing her arms while maintaining her posture

- You remained silent next to each other, exchanging a few glances

- Until you try to start a conversation with Velvet

"Hey Vel, look at that girl in the yellow dress over there" - you said, discreetly pointing to the girl

"What's wrong with her? Tell me everything dear" - and so you started gossiping practically the entire event

- Now every time you and Velvet were together, you weren't fighting but talking? Your fanbase went crazy

- Now you two had become friends? It could just be a marketing ploy

- Velvet thought that now you being her friend, that strange feeling would go away, but it only got worse

- She would never admit to having feelings for her rival

- This girl is VERY jealous when you talk or comment about another celebrity

- Velvet always finds a way to make you hate that person, be it with gossip, prints, anything she has

- When you're talking to another celebrity and Velvet sees it, she just comes close to you, putting her hand on your shoulder, staring at the person with a deadly look of disgust

"Y/N Come here with me quickly? I have something to tell you" - she says pulling you to another place

"Oh ok! Calm down, calm down, you don't need to drag me"

- You always rizz Velvet on Twitter, she laughed silly and thought you were joking

- But one day you were at an event together maybe you two went too far with the "jokes"

"I can't stand my brother taking his boyfriend to our house anymore, it sucks"

"Maybe if you had a boyfriend you wouldn't be so angry"

"I don't want a boyfriend, but maybe a girlfriend?" - she gave you a suggestive look (you almost choked)

"Well I could be your girlfriend" - you said smiling slightly at Velvet as she tried to identify if you were joking or not

- The two of you were silent looking at each other then Velvet let out a sigh

"I would love you being my girlfriend" - she said, crossing her arms and looking away

- You immediately blushed, Velvet wasted no time and placed her hands on your waist

"Will you be my girlfriend Y/N?”

▐ I wrote this having the biggest fangirl outbursts possible help, I hope you enjoyed

▐ Sorry if there are any grammatical errors love you guys ♡

★ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ★

▐ It might take a while for me to write them all, but I will 💪

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do you think god knows? (sneaking out of heaven)

Mark had just slid a hand down the back of Sebastian’s shorts to grab at his bare skin when the phone rang again, shattering their quiet moment. He reached out with a groan, smacking at the phone blindly. “Fuck. Off.” Or, five times that Seb and Mark were interrupted, and one time that they weren’t.

☆ 6.5k, M, ao3 ☆

The phone was ringing. Shrill, continuous; rousing Mark from his sleep and instilling a deep, heartfelt desire to do nothing more than cover his face with a pillow and scream. All in all a fucking awful noise to hear at six in the morning. Mark groaned, slammed his hand down a few times in the vague direction of the bedside table and took smug satisfaction in the silence that followed.

Having dealt with the problem – unfortunately not quick enough to stop the noise from waking Seb – he rolled back over, tucking himself nicely into the nice warm body next to his. Seb shoved his face into Mark’s chest in response, snuffling a little as he woke. Mark smiled softly, feeling distinctly happier to be awake now that the noise had abated and he had Sebastian in his arms. He laid a kiss on the top of his head and pressed his nose into his soft curls, breathing in deeply.

Seb reached a sleepy arm around Mark’s waist, dipping a hand under his t-shirt, making a happy little noise as he stroked his hand down Mark’s back. They spent a few moments together, just running their hands over each other, trying to get as much contact as possible before their mouths came together, meeting in a soft kiss in the middle. Mark hummed into the kiss, licking into Seb’s mouth as he ran his hand down the plane of his back, sitting suggestively on his waist before moving downwards and squeezing a handful of Seb’s ass.

Seb laughed, before pushing at Mark’s shoulder, laying him flat on his back so he could swing a leg over and straddle him, deepening the kiss as they moved. It didn’t taste great — Mark could admit that — morning breath was doing neither of them any favours, but with Seb kissing him so enthusiastically, bearing down on him as he did, he could think of no better start to his morning.

“Fuck. Off.” he said to the offending device, hoping that the power of his displeasure alone would be enough to stop the ringing. Seb, helpful as ever, just giggled at Mark’s plight from above.

It stopped ringing. Victory – or so he thought.

“Hello?” came a quiet, tinny voice from the bedside table. “Hello, are you there?”

Mark lay there for a moment, tempted to just let whoever was ringing him think that he had poor service and hang up. His conscience won out – he hated when it did that.

“What?” Mark snapped into the phone, annoyed that his morning was being so rudely derailed.

“Seb?” asked the confused voice down the line.

“Uhm… no?”

Mark scrunched his eyebrows in confusion, pulling the phone away from his ear to look at the contact screen.

Heikki 💪👱‍♂️, read the screen. Seb’s trainer. He looked at the phone, feeling distinctly confused. The phone he was holding was blue. Like Seb’s phone… No, not like Seb’s phone, it was Seb’s phone, bee sticker and all.

“Wait,” said Heikki, confusion colouring his tone, “is this Mark? Why are you answering Seb’s phone?”

“Uh…” He looked up, shooting a vaguely panicked look at Seb, still positioned on top of him.

“Is he okay?” Heikki asked, worried now. Why would Mark be answering Sebastian’s phone this early in the morning? He certainly sounded half asleep, if a little pissed off. Why would Mark Webber, of all people, be answering Sebastian’s phone this early in the morning if not for— Oh. Oh.

Heikki definitely hadn’t seen that one coming, but in retrospect it kind of made sense in a weird, fucked up way. He’d seen first hand the way those two stared each other down, and it was honestly kind of scary. With that kind of rivalry there were really only two options: they’d either kill each other or they’d become insufferably codependent and start with the hand holding and the kissing and all that nonsense.

Heikki took a second to reorient himself to the drastic change in his worldview. Okay, Seb and Mark — a couple. Clearly they didn’t hate each other as much as everyone seemed to think they did. Unless the hatred was part of it. Heikki really didn’t want to think about that.

“Oh. Uh. Tell Seb I’ll come by an hour later than we planned then. Have fun.”

Have fun? Heikki groaned in despair as he hung up. Of all the things to say when you find out that your employer was dating his teammate – probably actively sharing a bed with him judging by the rustling and what might have been laughter that he thought he had heard in the background.

—

Seb propped himself up on his elbow, lifting himself away from Mark’s chest and resting his chin on his hand.

“Sooo,” Mark began awkwardly, “Heikki says he’ll be over an hour later than planned.”

Seb looked confused, “Why was Heikki call– ah… he wasn’t calling you.”

Mark looked at him helplessly, “Whoops?”

“Yeah…” Seb agreed, “Whoops.” He rolled off Mark with a groan, sitting cross legged on the bed facing Mark. The moment had been well and truly ruined by the combination of the initial interruption and the heartbreaking realisation that he had agreed to go on a morning run with Heikki, before he’d had his plans completely – and happily – derailed by Mark showing up out of the blue to spend time with him as they tried to work out whatever the hell was going on between them.

“So he knows then?” Seb asked.

“He certainly had a bit of a moment, that’s for sure.”

“What about my moment?” Seb whined petulantly, sulking just for sulking’s sake.

“Well you had several moments last night,” Mark responded with a laugh, “I’m sure you’ll live”

Seb let out a loud, exaggerated groan, grabbing a pillow and bringing it to his face before flopping backwards onto the bed. “Fucking Heikki,” he grumbled from under the pillow.

Mark cracked open an eye, “You better not be.”

Seb hit him with the pillow.

They stumbled through the door laughing, still drenched in podium champagne as they groped at each other, Seb holding Mark by the unzipped lapels of his race suit as he walked him backwards through the small space out the back of the garage.

Even though he put on a good show complaining about it, Mark loved when Seb got bossy and assertive, when he was direct with what he wanted. It was all part of their game, the push and pull of their relationship — everything was a competition, and everything was something to be won. It was probably questionable, Mark mused, maybe even unhealthy, but when Seb started with the manhandling, all bets were off.

Like nearly everything they did, Mark knew this was just another high stakes game of chicken, another competition to see how far one of them could get their hand up the others thigh at a team meeting before being slapped away – Mark always won at that particular game – and he wasn’t going to be the one to fold first. For now at least, Mark was content to let himself be manhandled, and if he was completely honest, sometimes it was just nice to let somebody else do the heavy lifting.

Mark’s back met the wall with a dull thud, held in place against the brick by Seb’s tight grip on his race suit, keeping him pinned exactly where Seb wanted him. He raised an eyebrow teasingly, silently asking Seb what he was planning to do with him now he’d caught him.

Seb, never one to take a challenge lying down, immediately rocked up on his toes and crushed his mouth to Mark’s, answering his question soundly. He raised a hand to the base of Mark’s skull, pulling him down to meet him and pressing his hips forward into Mark’s, searching for that delicious friction they both craved.

Mark groaned into Seb’s mouth at the contact, having been keyed up since his close up look at Seb’s wide open mouth as he was doused in champagne, not to mention his front row seat to the show that was Seb’s pretty pink lips wrapped lasciviously around the neck of a bottle of champagne as he maintained direct eye contact. He pressed forward into the kiss eagerly, tangling his tongue with Seb’s and reaching a hand down to grab at his ass through the thick material of the suit, hauling him in impossibly closer in the vain attempt to just entirely melt into Seb, who was busy pawing across Mark’s torso in search of his zipper.

Lost in the intoxicating press of the kiss, Mark barely had time to notice the downward trajectory of his zipper before he felt Seb’s hand push underneath his fireproof top, briefly stroking over the flat plane of his stomach before moving on a quick collision course for a more southern region.

Even though he was expecting it, Mark still couldn’t help but break away from Seb’s mouth and let out a strangled gasp as he felt champagne sticky fingers close around his half hard length, stroking him from base to tip.

“Seb!” he yelped, vague panic mixed with arousal. Mark wasn’t entirely sure if their game of chicken covered outdoor workplace handjobs, but he was not going to be the first to tap out. Even though their game had never gotten quite this risque before, he had already conceded first place to Seb once today already, he had his pride to think of after all.

Seb looked up at him smugly, an almost maniacal grin plastered across his face as his hand moved under Mark’s fireproofs. He clearly thought he was the one winning here; that wouldn’t do at all.

Mark tried to wipe the stupid look from his face, really of the opinion that as the one getting a surprise handjob from his sort of boyfriend slash teammate out the back of the garage, he was entitled to a bit of a dumbfounded expression every now and again. Either way, he thought to himself, the victorious look that Sebastian was sending his way needed to be dealt with immediately.

Mark tightened his grip on Seb’s ass and rocked forward into his fist, bringing his head down to nip at Sebastian’s jaw, trailing open mouth kisses down the column of his neck, making sure to pay special attention to the spot behind the hinge of his jaw that was always a surefire way to pry the prettiest little gasps and moans from Sebastian’s mouth – all of course in the quest to thoroughly distract Seb from his ministrations as Mark rucked up his fireproof top for easier access, not because he liked the noises to an abnormal degree, of course not.

Right as things were taking a decidedly more heated turn, a noise in the direction of the back door of the garage snapped them back to reality. Seb tore his hand from the confines of Mark’s fireproofs, Mark jumping away from him as if he had been burned. They were both beet red, their swollen lips and mussed hair doing nothing for their case as they tried to pretend that nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

“Oh. Uh…” the mechanic stammered, eyes wide and holding on tightly to a box full of car parts the same way a child would clutch at a security blanket, scared that if he let it go he would have to face the terrifying reality of the world alone – The terrifying reality in this case being walking in on your team’s two drivers wrapped in a heated embrace in the workplace, wandering hands leaving very little of the content of their interaction to the imagination.

“Uhm… Uh,” said Mark intelligently – or at least he was aiming for intelligent. For a brief, perfect, shining moment, Mark allowed himself to live in a reality where he wasn’t a fucking idiot. That was denial, then he moved on to bargaining. Maybe the mechanic hadn’t seen what had just happened. Maybe he wouldn’t have to move to the middle of nowhere and take up goat farming just to escape from the sheer embarrassment of being caught in the act by a team member.

The mechanic (Dave, according to the name tag printed on his shirt) reluctantly parted with his box, placing it on the ground to fish out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket in explanation, “I was just, uh… was just gonna uhh, well…”

“Oh um,” Seb began, the same halting embarrassment colouring his tone as he desperately tried to convey a calm confidence that a man in his position had no business even attempting to convey. “We were just, uh… Debriefing on the race,” Seb stuttered.

“Yep,” Mark agreed, nodding his head “debriefing.”

Dave looked less than convinced.

Seb tried to affix a casual look to his face, but was entirely betrayed by the bright red shade of his lips. He looked around for somewhere to lean. Somewhere casual. Leaning was casual, he thought as he found absolutely nowhere to do so.

“We’re done now though!” he said brightly, trying to ignore the elephant in the room, “We’re gonna leave now, all debriefed!”

The mechanic nodded, looking like he was considering their offer to clear out and let him smoke in peace, before presumably deciding that he didn’t need a cigarette that badly after all, and turning and scurrying back into the garage from where he had come, no doubt wildly confused and mildly distressed by the whole situation.

Mark closed his eyes and thumped his head back into the wall with an exaggerated groan. That career in goat farming was looking more and more appealing as the embarrassment sank further in. He just hoped that Dave would keep his mouth shut on this one.

“Maybe next time we do this we should make sure there’s a door,” Mark suggested blithely.

“Well,” Seb replied cheekily, seemingly unaffected, “there was a door there you know.”

“You think you’re just so bloody clever, don’t you,” Mark groused, before gesturing vaguely in the direction that Dave had just fled, “we should probably go before he realises that he’s forgotten his box though.”

Seb said nothing, just grinned his trademark stupid smug look that generally made Mark oscillate rapidly between long suffering adoration and reflexive annoyance. It was a beautiful grin, Mark reflected absently, a grin that really reached his eyes.

Maybe a career in goat farming could wait for now – he still needed to wipe that stupid grin off his face after all, even if it was unreasonably beautiful.

Britta marched down the hallway towards the driver’s rooms; a woman on a mission. She stopped outside Sebastian’s room and knocked crisply on the door… No response. She knocked again, not wanting to use her key unless it was entirely necessary, having trained herself out of it after walking in on Seb changing one too many times before they had implemented the three strikes and out – or in – system.

Still no response. She knocked one last time, hoping that Sebastian would answer the door, but knowing that he wouldn’t. He’d probably just fallen asleep again; either that or he was wearing his headphones and couldn’t hear the knocking over his music. She rolled her eyes, tucked her paperwork under her arm and fished the key out of her pocket. She needed to talk to Seb, and she needed to talk to him now.

She pushed the door open with a sigh, then immediately wished that she hadn’t.

They were impossible to miss, laid out across the couch. Seb lay on top of Mark, kissing him enthusiastically, both nearly naked save for their underwear, Mark’s hand trapped between them, undeniably moving underneath the cotton of Sebastian’s boxers.

Britta turned around as fast as she possibly could, closing the door with a bang. That was certainly far more of Mark Webber than she had ever planned on seeing.

She paced down the corridor, hand pinching the bridge of her nose. This was going to be a fucking disaster, a trainwreck if it ever got out. She should definitely ask for a raise.

She heard a thump from inside, muffled cursing, the clink of a belt. A few seconds later the door opened again, revealing Sebastian – thankfully fully clothed this time. He looked a little winded, hair mussed, with a bright red blush colouring his cheeks and several darker red marks littered around his collar bones, partially visible under the loose collar of the shirt. Mark’s shirt, Britta would have guessed. His belt hung undone, bare feet on linoleum.

“Britta!” he chirped, still catching his breath as he stepped out and shut the door firmly behind him, “Hi!”

“Sebastian,” she began, trying to work out what she was even meant to say in this situation. She tried not to look at the marks under the shirt collar, failing miserably. She went with something simple, something that would convey her emotions accurately. “What the fuck?”

Seb folded like a house of cards. “Britta – I, we…” he stammered.

“What are you thinking Sebastian?” she whisper-shouted, “This is ridiculous, even for you! I mean come on – in the paddock! On a race weekend! You know what will happen if this gets–” She cut herself off, not wanting to spiral entirely out of control, “Actually, no. I don’t need to know,” she said firmly, “I don’t want to know.”

“I know,” he placated, “you’re right, it was stupid to do this here. I’m sorry.”

Seb looked at her, upset and embarrassed to have been caught in such a predicament. He was often so mature, so dedicated to his sport, that she forgot how young he really was in the grand scheme of things. “But this is,” he trailed off, making a decision, “it’s… it’s important, Britta,” he said softly, scuffing his bare foot against the ground. “It’s important to me… to us. It’s not just some fling. Please don’t be mad.”

She softened, seeing the worry in his eyes, the way he had brought his arms up around himself, protectively or soothingly she couldn’t tell, but either way he looked lost.

“I’m not mad,” she said gently, “not about the fact that you’re gay, bi, whatever. I won’t say anything to anyone either, okay”

Seb visibly relaxed, his shoulders coming down and his jaw untensing. “Thanks,” he muttered.

“But you can’t just do this here Sebastian,” she gritted out exasperatedly, “Some critical thinking here? Please?”

He nodded quickly, bringing a hand up to rub at the back of his neck in silent embarrassment.

She opened her mouth and closed it just as quickly, really not sure if it was even her place to say what she wanted to say, then decided that it needed to be said regardless. “Just be careful,” she cautioned gently, “make sure you know what you’re doing.”

Seb nodded, turned to go back inside before she stopped him. “Look, get yourself together and I’ll be back in ten minutes, I need your signature on some paperwork. We'll talk about this then.” She jerked her thumb in the direction of the door, “Bring him too.”

Seb nodded distractedly, slumped against the wall as she walked off, before opening the door and walking back in to find Mark, now wearing jeans and one sock, pacing back and forth, worrying the hem of a far too small t-shirt between his fingers as he paced.

“We’re fine,” he told Mark, who nodded quietly, “she wants to talk to us though.”

Mark hummed offhandedly as he sat back on the couch, pulling Seb down with him.

“Is that my shirt?” Seb asked, running his eyes appreciatively over Mark’s torso.

“Well,” Mark poked him in the ribs, “somebody, appears to have stolen mine.”

“You like it though really,” Seb teased, glad that the tension had broken.

Mark just sighed, wondering why they couldn’t seem to catch a break lately.

“Yeah,” he said fondly, slinging an arm around Sebastian’s shoulders and smoothing his hand over the soft cotton of his shirt, draped over Sebastian enticingly. He pressed a kiss to Seb’s cheek, cautious not to let it devolve into anything else, “I do like it… makes you look all soft.”

He leant sideways into the warmth of Mark’s body, humming contentedly at the feeling of his arm resting around his shoulders, pulling him in closer to sit flush against his side, slotting into place nicely.

In what felt like no time at all, there was a bang from the door, “Sebastian!” called Britta, “Time’s up! You’d better be wearing clothes!”

Seb stood up reluctantly, grabbing Mark by the hand and hauling him off the couch with him as he made to leave.

“Wait,” Mark said suddenly, dropping a hand onto Seb’s shoulder to stop him opening the door, “swap shirts.”

“Yeah, that might be a good idea.” Seb said with a laugh, pulling off Mark’s shirt and swapping it for his own.

One day they’d get a moment to themselves, just not today.

It had been a solid race for Jenson, and he was quite pleased with his third place finish, although obviously he would have liked to have finished a couple steps higher on the podium than he had, but a mistimed pitstop had dashed those chances for him. Third would have to do, he thought to himself, there was always next time.

He showered, dressed, checked himself out quickly in the mirror, craning his neck around to see if his ass looked good in his jeans. Approving what he saw, Jenson made his way out of his motorhome to go and harass Mark – a favourite pastime of his.

He knocked on the door of Mark’s motorhome as he entered it, which defeated the purpose of knocking entirely, but Jenson was firmly of the opinion that keeping the opposition on their toes was to be encouraged at all times. He found Mark exactly where he was expecting him to be, lounging on the couch inside. What he wasn’t expecting was Seb, also making himself comfortable on Mark’s couch, and to a lesser extent, making himself comfortable on Mark himself, who was, for some baffling reason, allowing Seb to rest his feet in his lap.

Jenson would have to check with Mark later that he wasn’t deliriously ill.

“You do know that entering a room is usually preceded by knocking and then waiting to be told to come in, right?” Mark griped in his general direction over his shoulder.

“Ah but where’s the fun in that then?” Jenson laughed.

In the time it had taken them to exchange words, Seb had moved his feet from Mark’s lap, making room for Jenson on the couch. Jenson considered the near nonexistent gap between Seb and Mark on the couch – it really wasn’t that big. In fact, it was concerningly small. He should probably fix that, Jenson thought to himself, it certainly wouldn’t do for a fight to break out between them. They were always arguing over something or other, and the closeness could certainly be a contributing factor to their animosity, though why they were hanging out by themselves in Mark’s motorhome was a mystery to him.

Jenson would just have to fix it himself.

“So,” he said, awkwardly squeezing himself into the gap between Seb and Mark, which felt even smaller than it looked, “any plans for tonight? Big party with the grid girls? That one DJ I saw DC harassing on his gridwalk? He looked like a party guy!” Jenson rambled, sure that if he just kept talking he could diffuse the tension between Seb and Mark before things took a turn for the worse.

Mark pulled a face, not thrilled at where Jenson had chosen to sit, and perhaps even less thrilled that he was there in the first place. He had been quite enjoying the closeness between him and Sebastian; the way Seb had been resting his feet in his lap, allowing Mark to take the opportunity to stroke over the smooth skin of Seb’s ankle, occasionally stroking up his calf as they discussed their races, well out of the haze of competition.

He was already missing the quiet moment that they had been sharing before hurricane Jenson had made its appearance, though he was also just glad that they’d managed to separate in the time that it took Jenson to work out exactly what was going on. Not for the first time in recent months, he cursed his past self’s lack of foresight – always lock the door. Always.

“Nah,” he said eventually, “we were just going to find somewhere quiet to get dinner, discuss the race a bit more together.”

A quiet night out, they had thought, then a movie on the couch when they got back in, and if Mark was hoping for a little more than dinner and a movie, well that would be perfectly okay too.

Seb shot him a look over Jenson’s shoulder as he revealed their plans. Somehow managing to combine incredulous and furious into one expression. He wasn’t quite sure what he’d done, but judging from the look on his face, he was about to find out.

“Oh good idea,” said Jenson, “what time were you thinking?”

“I don’t know, maybe an hour or so?” Mark replied slowly, not really sure why Jenson was so interested in his and Seb’s dinner plans, but figuring it couldn't hurt to tell him, if only on the off chance that they saw him while they were out and didn’t fancy making up something up about the nature of their outing on the spot to satiate Jenson’s curiosity. Not to mention that it wasn’t exactly a lie – they were getting dinner together, just not as teammates.

Behind Jenson’s back, Sebastian was rapidly swinging his hand back and forth across his neck in the universal please dear lord fucking stop it right now gesture that Mark only appreciated the significance of after it was too late.

Jenson got up from the couch happily. “I’ll meet you here then!”

Oh. Well shit, Mark thought to himself. This was going to be punishing. He was almost scared for Jenson to leave, lest Seb decide that the interruption to their long sought after date was grounds to start throwing things at him.

Mark let out a monumental sigh as the door closed behind Jenson’s retreating form. “I am… so sorry…”

Seb just stared. This was going to be a long night.

—

Jenson was quite pleased with himself as he led the way to the restaurant. Not only had he managed to prevent the argument that would have no doubt arose from Seb using Mark as a footrest if not for his timely intervention, but he was also going to be there to stop Mark from throttling Seb over the dinner table when they got to discussing the details of their race tonight.

Preventing Red Bull Racing from needing to find another star driver, not to mention a criminal defence lawyer for their other driver was thankless work, but somebody had to do it, so it might as well be him.

Trailing behind Jenson (significantly less enthusiastically) were Seb and Mark, hands brushing occasionally as they walked side by side, wishing more than anything that they could give Jenson the slip and finally get that date that they had been promising each other for the past few months.

They made their way into the restaurant eventually – a nice little Italian place with peeling laminated menus and an overly enthusiastic teenage waiter who Jenson was pretty sure would be asking them for autographs on their way out if he didn’t collapse under the strain of professionalism first as he directed them nervously to their table.

To Jenson’s eye, the restaurant didn’t exactly look like the kind of place that formula one drivers would frequent – it was small and out of the way, and generally seemed to cater to couples if the seating arrangements were anything to go off, with little candles in glasses flickering gently along the row of two seater tables that took up most of the restaurant.

Once they were seated and perusing the menu, having hummed along absentmindedly as Seb ordered them a serve of garlic bread to share, Jenson scooted his chair back a bit from the table, looking under the table to try to find some space to stretch his legs out without kicking Seb or Mark on the other side of the table. What he saw under the table made him pause.

Despite not looking to be sat very closely together from what he could see above the table, underneath was another story. Mark had one long leg stretched in Seb’s direction, pressing his thigh to Sebastian’s, as well as a hand resting entirely too high up on his thigh to be anything other than intentional and overtly romantic in nature.

Jenson looked up from under the table and took in the way that they were looking at one another. Surprisingly fond, with an undercurrent of something else. It was like they’d forgotten that he existed – he was almost offended until he realised exactly what was going on. Then he was just shocked.

Jenson came to the uncomfortable realisation all at once, putting the pieces together like an earth shatteringly obvious and easy to complete jigsaw puzzle. Seb’s feet in Mark’s lap earlier, the way Mark hadn’t even seemed bothered now Jenson thought about it. The soft smile that had seemed so out of place on Mark’s face as they walked together and now at the table, both pointed in the direction of Sebastian. It was just so bloody obvious.

Then he came to a more pressing realisation: Mark hadn’t actually invited him to dinner. Mark had said that they were getting dinner. He’d said “we”, like him and Seb were a unit – a couple. Mark had said that he and Seb were getting dinner, and Jenson had somehow managed to open his big fat mouth and invite himself to dinner with them. Specifically, Mark had meant that he, Mark, was going to get dinner with Seb — as a date — and now somehow Jenson was also on their date.

The tension that he had detected earlier wasn’t tension tension. It was sexual tension. Jenson felt like curling into a ball under the table and dying of embarrassment. He had single handedly turned what was no doubt supposed to be a nice quiet dinner into a double date, with Seb and Mark on the one side, and Jenson and Stupidity on the other. He understood the look on Mark’s face from that afternoon now.

Maybe if he was very subtle about it, he thought to himself, he could rectify his glaring mistake and leave as soon as humanly possible. Maybe he could invent a cousin with an emergency, that was a thing people did, he was pretty sure, or maybe he could say that he had a team dinner.

“Jense?” asked Mark all of a sudden, cutting through his panicked thoughts.

“Yeah?”

“You okay mate? You went all quiet all of a sudden.”

Now or never, Jenson thought, if he was going to escape from Seb and Mark’s date, he needed to do it now, or forever hold his peace. “Team dinner!” he blurted out in a rush, steamrollering over Mark’s response as he elaborated, “I’ve got a team dinner– forgot! Gotta go now!” he forced out as he stood up quicker than was strictly necessary, pushing his chair back with a screech as he went.

“What?” asked Seb, entirely baffled.

“Gotta go! Bye!”

Seb and Mark stared after him as he shot out of the restaurant like a bat out of hell, not entirely disappointed with this turn of events, but nonetheless surprised to see him moving so fast apropos of nothing.

“Does this mean I can have his piece of garlic bread?” asked Seb hopefully, turning his big blue eyes on Mark in an attempt to weaponise the attraction that he knew Mark felt for him in exchange for a larger serve of their shared starter.

“We could go halves?” suggested Mark bemusedly, squeezing Seb’s thigh once before getting up and moving around the table to sit down in Jenson’s abandoned place opposite Sebastian.

“I s’pose that could work,” Seb agreed, sticking his leg out to tangle with Mark’s under the table, “as long as I get to choose the movie later,” he negotiated.

“Deal,” grinned Mark.

Team meetings, Christian reflected as he strode down the corridor, were fucking horrendous. They were bad enough when he’d only had to contend with making sure that Mark and Sebastian were sat far enough away from each other that they couldn’t kick each other under the table and feign ignorance when the other winced. Now it was worse — so much worse.

Now Christian had to deal with infatuated staring and bashful glances, not to mention the stress of the entire situation. He honestly couldn’t say that he would have ever seen this relationship coming, but in retrospect, the way that they snapped and bickered with each other did lend cadence to the entire idea. If they thought they were being subtle though, Christian was almost terrified to see what they considered to be obvious flirtation, because the wildly disorienting flip from openly antagonistic to whatever the hell this new dynamic was meant to be was — quite frankly — doing his head in.

He supposed that this was better than the alternative, which was that they killed each other before they even made it to the start of the season, but Christian thought that he could probably do without the blindingly obvious sexual tension that had sprung up between the previous and upcoming seasons. There was really only so much of that he could take before he was going to have to put his foot down and have the single most embarrassing conversation of his entire life with his drivers.

That, or he could just ignore it and hope they calmed down. Ignoring it seemed like the safe option — he’d certainly chosen to ignore it when they were doing their level best to kill each other. What more harm could he do by ignoring it?

By the time he made it out the door, Christian had decided that the ignore it option was his favourite. Unfortunately for him though, the world seemed to have other ideas.

Christian stopped next to his car, coming face to face with exactly what he had been so desperate to ignore. Parked next to his car was Mark’s car — Mark who had left well over twenty minutes ago, Seb in tow. Mark, who was making direct eye contact with him through the open window of his car as he removed his mouth from Sebastian’s.

Sebastian and Mark sat frozen in the front of the car, both leant over the centre console facing towards each other, looking slightly out of breath as they pulled apart. Distressingly, Mark’s hand stayed in place tucked up the back of Sebastian’s shirt.

Christ, he didn’t have the fucking energy for this. He had just decided to ignore this whole situation.

He took a second to orient himself, blinking rapidly and fiddling with his car key. “I’m going to turn around now,” he said calmly, trying to project as much tired disappointment into his voice as possible, “I’m going to go back inside and get myself a coffee, is what I’m going to do,” he continued, “and when I come back out here in five,” – he took in their dishevelled states, Seb’s hair sticking up every which way, kiss bitten lips dark and shiny under the lights of the parking lot, both of them eyes wide and sat stock still like deer in the headlights. A hickey high up on Mark’s neck – “no, ten minutes, I’m really going to need you guys to not be here.”

They nodded as one, slow and confused.

Christian powered on, “Then, tomorrow at our follow up meeting, we will not make eye contact, and we will not acknowledge the situation. Am I clear?”

They nodded again dumbly, and Christian took it as his sign to escape.

Fuck the coffee. He needed a stiff drink.

Seb was perched precariously on the edge of the wooden dining table, his legs spread to make room for Mark between them as they traded languid kisses. He stroked his hand up Mark’s back, pulling him in closer as they made the most of their first truly private moment in a long while.

Mark ran a hand through Sebastian’s hair, tugging gently as the kiss deepened, not increasing in speed or urgency, just becoming that little bit more intense before they both had to pull away for air. He dropped his head onto Seb’s shoulder, closing his eyes and tightening his arms around Seb’s waist; pressing his nose into the junction where shoulder met neck.

“Seb,” said Mark cautiously, lifting his head up to meet his soft blue gaze, “can I say something potentially awful?”

Seb cocked his head, “Are you asking my permission… to be rude to me?” he asked incredulously.

“What? No?” replied Mark, blinking rapidly in confusion.

“Is that a thing we do now?” Seb continued, unphased by Mark’s interruption. “Do we ask permission now? Because normally I would just say whatever I want and then you would make that face at me where you try to look angry but you just kind of look constipated and— Mmrph!”

Seb looked down, eyebrows furrowed at the large hand that was suddenly covering his mouth, then flicked his eyes back up to Mark, waiting.

“If you just let me get a word in edgeways, I’ll tell you what I actually mean, yeah?”

He nodded from behind Mark’s hand, just about to give into the childish urge to stick his tongue out onto Mark’s palm before the hand was relocated, giving in to the urge to push a wayward curl back from where it had landed in front of Seb’s eyes.

“I know we’ve finally gotten five minutes privacy, and you know you’re beautiful, you really are, even when you won’t shut up — especially then — but I’m so fucking knackered… Can we just go upstairs and have a nap?”

Seb relaxed instantly, “Oh thank fuck,” he breathed in relief, glad that Mark had been the one to say it. As nice as it was to share an intimate moment with Mark, tonight he just wanted to sleep.

—

Mark lay back on the bed with a groan, pulling Seb down with him to rest his head on his chest, arm flung over his waist and a leg hooked over Mark’s. He ran a hand gently over Seb’s head, through his hair and over his cheek, stroking his fingers softly over Seb’s full pink lips.

He smiled as Seb pressed a gentle, drowsy kiss to his fingertips, then closed his eyes and let himself drift.

#sebmark #martian #f1 rpf #my fics #ao3 #i copped out with number five i just needed to post this Immediately lmfao #this might be a bit shit i just needed to get it out of my drafts ill fix it when i can stand to look at it 💀#fic: do you think god knows? (sneaking out of heaven)

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hunn1e-bunn1e · 1 year

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TWISTED🪞 WONDERLAND

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thesongmachine · 3 months

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Hello can you pls write a korekiyo shinguji x trans male reader if that's alright. Gender neutral reader is alright to

Omg yess I love the idea of this! I'll make the reader trans >o<

Korekiyo Shinguji x Trans! Male! Reader

When you both first met he sensed that there was something about you that you were somewhat "hiding" from him.

When you become friends -close enough ones at that- you finally feel comfortable with telling him.

His initial reaction was not what you'd expect, he didn't mind and honestly didn't believe you at first. He actually thought you were biologically a male.

"Okay... Uhm Kork, I'm transgender. I know it seems weird, please don't think of me any-" before you could finish he cut you off.

"No your not." He says straightforward.

You look at him confused. "I- Yes I am?" You stutter out. "No, you were born a male..? Not a female, you must be hallucinating dear." He says placing a gloved hand over your forehead checking your wellbeing.

You didn't know whether to be happy or confused.

He is surprisingly supportive- he actually makes you feel as if you are biologically a guy.

When he gives you these random reminders you can't help but smile and just appreciated him for being so supportive and always there for you.

"Oh my... You are just the most handsomest man ever... I adore you dear..." He says looking at you lovingly.

Queue you standing there smiling like this 👇

He makes you feel special ♥

He tries to make sure your in good condition, whether it be taking off your binder, taking your shots, ect.

But sometimes he is so focused on whatever he is doing like his studies, he may forget.. :(

He tries to remind you but sometimes he forgets so you also gotta put in the efforts of remind yourself!! 💪

He will 1000% get you anything you need though. Tell him and he's got it.

Oh? You need a new binder??? It got here a week ago, don't worry. You need your testosterone to be refilled? He's already on his way.

If you ever get body dysmorphia or you go in a little funk about your gender hear me out... HE IS THERE FOR YOU!!!

"Dearest... what has gotten you so upset.. you know I hate seeing you like this..." He says softly, removing his mask and places a soft kiss to your face.

He encases his arms around you a d holds you there as he listens to you vent.

He honestly is a great listener, he will speak when he needs to of course, but he just sits there and let's you vent.

He listens to every word and remembered every detail for future reference.

He sympathizes dearly for you and sometimes he wishes he could take away all your negative thoughts.

He sadly can't but always tries his absolute best to.

He tried to his best to be a great boyfriend and honestly he is!!

But if you ever need him to stop doing something or even do something then of course he will, anything for you!!

#danganronpa x reader #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa v3 x reader #korekiyo shinguji #danganronpa korekiyo #drv3 korekiyo #korekiyo shinguji x reader #x reader #fanfiction

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tomatoswup · 11 months

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Hello !! Can i have some fluff for tristamp!vash please 👉👈 (i'm sorry if i made some grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language :'))

Reader is ww's little sister, and she admires her brother so much that she would copy his cool characteristics, but deep down her personality is more shy, introverted, pure and innocent (as a result of hanging around with vash). One day ww asked his sister to go and confess to vash already (bcs ww can't take it anymore to see both vash and his sister just so sickeningly oblivious about eachother's feelings). So the reader went to confess to vash trying to be cool like her brother and all but failed miserably and return to her original personality (which leaves her stuttering, fidgeting, etc.)

I just realized it's so long- (I'm sorry 😔) feel free to pass this req :D and please keep yourself safe and healthy despite your busy schedule ^^

Confess!

A/N: Thank you for the request anon🫶🫶 This came out alot more longer than i thought,, also sorry for the late response I was multitasking with some work I was doing for school :/ i hope i did the request right -wheeze- Sorry for making you wait D: Enjoy🌱

warnings/tags: vash x reader, little sister!reader and big brother! Wolfwood,,, fluff, 2 am writing bc i need to fix my sleep schedule asap💪💪,, trigun coded chaotic confession from reader,,

Wolfwood liked to consider himself to be an observer, in more ways than one. Being a "priest" on the side, observation was one of the key things he did to keep both you and him alive in these treacherous deserts of No Man's Land but sometimes.

Oh just sometimes, it felt like a curse. And maybe it felt like that because he had watched on as his baby sister slowly fell in love with a moralistic idiot...Eh like a quarter of an idiot really.

"Ow ow ow..." Vash winced in pain as you tightened the bandages on his arm. After a nasty bounty hunter encounter, the group of you guys had decided to take a moments break from the road and crash at this small town that hadn't been too far from where you guys had been. And since having been given a med-kit by a kind family you had run into a while back, you took it upon yourself to patch everyone up with a stern eye, one that Wolfwood often shot at people.

In reality, it was the worst stern eye that Wolfwood couldn't help but want to stifle his laugh.

"Oh shut it, always getting hurt." You scoffed at the sorry-smiling blonde, cleaning the small gash on his right cheek "You act like you can’t die Vash, we're not all immortal..." He let out another small squeak of pain as you accidentally pressed down a little too hard on the wound "You need to take care of yourself a little more."

"Sorry about that.. I’ll try to be careful next time.." Vash sweat-dropped, trying to stop shying away from the cloth of alcohol you held up to him.

From above, Wolfwood dug into the pockets of his jacket, rummaging for another loose lollipop as he watched from the top compartment of the car in silence to not disturb the pair of you.

What? He was there first! Talking about ruining his evening nap..He put the newly found lollipop into his mouth and continued to watch on.

"Hey..." Vash muttered as you swiped your finger across his cheek, making sure the bandage held up.

"Hm?"

With a jolt, you quickly looked up when you felt the warmth of another hand cover your own. "Are you okay?" Vash asked softly as he gave you a concerned glint. Shit, you hadn't noticed you were slightly trembling.

Maybe that encounter ruffled your feathers a bit too much...Were you okay?

"I-" You choked out, feeling that odd churning sensation in your chest that you've only really come to realize you would get only around him. And it made you mentally blow a fuse.

W-What do you say!?!

It took a moments thought before you regained your composure at the sudden touch "I'm..I’m fine Vash.” You reassured him, playfully using your freehand to fix the glasses that had been falling off his nose “Don’t worry about me.”

'Are you kidding me?' Wolfwood thought in exasperation. 2 months, these small little talks and touches have been going on for 2 months now. Two months of him enclosed in a car as the both of you passively flirted with each other.

Yes, passive. Little bits here and there and suddenly you wear his jacket sometimes?

He can't handle the both of you anymore, it felt like he was drinking a overly sugary soda.

At least put a name to it!

Spotting Roberto making his way back to the car from not too far away, an idea struck up in Wolfwood's mind. Something to end the suffering, and something to perhaps help his little sister out.

"HEY ROBERTO!" Wolfwood lazily called out, jump scaring both Vash and you into standing like mercenaries ready for war. Looking up, you couldn't help but frown to see your brother mischievously waving down at the two of you.

"TAKE NEEDLE NOGGIN WITH YOU TO FIND SOME OF THE CAR PARTS! Let his ass do something..." He muttered the last part under his breath as Vash sighed, ultimately being pulled from the back of his jacket by Roberto who continued to walk down the road.

Was that a "Can we leave" from Roberto or was it just you?

"I'LL BE BACK!" You heard the spiky blonde shout out to you, and well, you couldn't help but laugh out and wave.

"Now that he's gone..." Wolfwood pressed down on the lollipop with his teeth until a small crack emitted, starting to chew on the poor candy "Seriously? Why don't you just tell him you like him already?"

Stuffing the med-kit back into your bag, you brushed him off "Nic I don't like him.."

Your brother let out a large, rugged laugh "Are you kidding me? For just being friends you two spend an awful long time alone together."

You felt the heat rise up to your face and god did you hope that it was because of the sun.

"Sorry but I'm gettin' tired of seeing the two of you pin for each-"

Wolfwood was interrupted by your muttering, making him hop off the roof of the car for a closer listen "Wanna say that one more time?"

"I can't..." You muttered as you slapped your hands on your cheeks, shooting your older brother a worried, red look "What if he says no?"

No?

You were worried if the love-struck idiot said no?

Have you really not seen how he would stare at you?

Wolfwood couldn't help but tilt his head in disbelief, the stick of his lollipop hanging off the edge of his mouth "Did you really- You try acting like me but you can't confess a little crush? What happened to that?"

You couldn't help but let out a tired exhale, he did have a point after all. As much as you did try to act like him, all brave and careless, you weren't him. Most honestly, the opposite and Vash had come to prove it too many times that you could count.

And maybe you were a bit too mean while you were putting bandages on him..

You covered your mouth, shyly looking away from your brothers' gaze.

Those times he had comforted you whenever you couldn't sleep, or when you were hurt-

"Oh spare me the shyness!" Wolfwood put a hand on his waist, putting his weight to one leg "Shit, if you don't tell him then I'd might as well-"

"NO!" You gasped out in horror at the idea. "No?"

Picking your bag off the floor, you massaged the bridge of your nose "I'll....Shit I'll do it."

Eh, Wolfwood bet two lollipops and a cup of sand that you were really gonna do it. But anything to end this suffering he's witnessed for god knows how long.

"Well, I'm just sayin' you should do it already. Its been way past due anyways..." He flickered his eyes back to you as he roughly ruffled the top of your head, making you whine in annoyance "Ouch Nic stop-"

"Just tell me when you do it. I'll kick his ass if he tries anything weird-"

"SERIOUSLY!?"

"I'M BEING SERIOUS!"

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And that's how you found yourself outside the small town's saloon. Having asked Meryl where Roberto had dragged Vash, she pointed you to the right direction yet it was one you were a bit hesitant to follow.

Did you ever expect yourself to go into a saloon alone?

Hell no, you didn't even really find yourself talking to people in places like that. The last few times you've actually visited a saloon were only really just you sitting in a corner with Meryl or trying your best to sit away from people, watching as you ate your little plate of food but...

Would it really look weird if you strolled right in?

"It's alright..." You egged yourself on quietly "You can do it..Maybe if I just stroll in like Nic it'll be easy..."

I don't think you've seen how Wolfwood himself has entered bars...yikes..

With only a seconds hesitation, you pushed your legs forward and through the wooden double doors of the saloon, striding right into the loud bustling energy filled room.

Okay maybe you should’ve waited a bit more-

Yelling, laughing and god knows what those words were thrown in the air as the severe smell of sweat reached your nose, making you instinctively scrunch your face in disgust. Ew.

"Excuse me miss!" A waitress yelped out, making you take a quick step back nearly avoiding a bad collision with the poor girl serving drinks. Busy day it seemed, but you were here for other things.

Let's see, where could the two of them be- The sudden shout of your name made you do a double take around the room until the flash of red met your eyes and before you realized it, you saw Vash's waving hand of blue shine under the lights.

Well that was easier than you thought!

A wide smile on his face, his eyes practically sparkled as you pushed past several bar-goers and to his table. "Aren't I glad to see you!" Taking the seat next to him, you looked around the room once again "Wasn't Roberto suppose to..." You trailed off, turning and seeing the bummed out look on Vash's face.

"Well, we were gonna get the parts, but he saw the sign outside-"

Ohhh, the "if you bring two people they'll give you 50% off" poster...Made a lot more sense to be honest.

"And well, I guess you know what happened from there..." He sighed, resting his head on his hand, closing his eyes dramatically before batting them up at you "Now why are you here? I know you're not a big fan of these kinds of places."

So it did look weird!

Oh god...Your face began to feel a bit more hotter than usual as you unconsciously started playing around with a loose thread on your pants "Oh um...W-Well I came to tell you..." You nervously laughed out as Vash obliviously smiled at you, waiting for your response.

What if he said no?

With that singular thought, that singular worry that ran through your head once again, you choked. Nope, you couldn't do this.

You felt your heart beat against the walls of your chest alongside the loud environment and it felt...overwhelming. You should’ve done this another time.

The wooden chair scratched across the floor behind you as you shot up from your seat, making Vash jump a little "Actually Vash, I actually wanted to show you something I learned!” You fake laughed, taking a few steps back "But I just think it's bad timing maybe if I could just go outside to think about it-" Fumbling over your words, you hadn't completely taken in your surroundings when suddenly, you felt your back bump into one of the servers.

And with a scream, the server flew backwards and straight into the nearby table, flipping everything onto the...Very burly men sitting around it.

oops…

"HEY!" One of them hollered at you as you threw your hands up in surrender, the bar shushing down as the rest of the men began to spit out threats like venom.

"Woah woah woah! Hey guys, can't we all calm down and just chat? Haha? Maybe my friend here could show you a few tricks she just learned!" Vash intervened, putting a hand on your shoulder as he pulled you back behind him, putting his own body infront of you. Sweat starting to run on his forehead, he gave you one last nervous smile, teeth baring out “Right?”

Definitely not.

As if everything froze, the saloon had gone as silent as a library after Vash's remark.

Ohhh you fucked up...

Big time.

It was until the sudden shout of "Bar Fight!" had run through the room that you snapped out of your daze, realizing someone move faster than you had.

Vash took the opportunity to quickly turn and tackle you down to the ground just in time to dodge various glass bottles that had been heading your way.

"Gotcha!" Vash breathed out, pushing a wooden table down so that the both of you could take cover from the mess that was amping up at every second. The screams, yells and things breaking had made you put your hand over your mouth and listen in horror at the mess you had just created because of your last minute attempt to run away.

"Vash I'm so sorry oh my god.." You cried out from beside him as he gave you a nervous laugh "It's really no problem- GYAH!" He screamed, throwing himself forwards whilst pulling you along to avoid the body of a heavy-weight bounty hunter that had almost been thrown into you guys.

"LIKE I WAS SAYING, THERES NOT REALLY ANY PROBLEM! WE BOTH KNOW THIS IS THE KIND OF TROUBLE I ALWAYS FALL IN!" He yelped as you hurridly crawled to the next table for cover, Vash following behind.

"WHAT DID YOU REALLY WANNA SAY? AT THE TABLE?!" He loudly asked as you snapped your red face to him.

Crap.

Can't escape it now can you?

“I LIKE YOU!” You blurted out over the noise, catching him off guard "But! But uh! Not like the regular kinda like ya know!? More like a like-like? More like you make my stomach flutter and-" You continued to jumble your thoughts out as they zipped through your mind at the speed of light.

Fight or flight? HELL FLIGHT!

Pulling yourself up from the floor and onto your feet, you looked back down at Vash without thinking “IT'S OKAY IF YOU DON'T-"

"WATCH OUT!"

By the end of the day, everything worked out! Uh...Kinda.

"Ow ow ow..." You groaned, trying to lean away from Vash as he wiped the dirt off from the bump on your forehead.

"Hey don't lean away from me~"

This felt familiar didn’t it?

Well, besides getting hit with a metal serving pan square in the head, the both of you were able to get out of that hell hole without any other big injuries besides from your dignity.

And you made a big note to yourself currently sitting on the saloon steps, to never go into a saloon again.

Of course you had to make such a mess whilst just trying to confess your love to someone, it just had to be your luck! Maybe that was what Wolfwood was rubbing off on you!

You tried your best to avoid Vash's peering eyes as the tips of his fingers caressed your forehead, causing goosebumps to run up your shoulders "I never gave you an answer did I?" He pondered. And before you knew it, you felt a quick sting of pressure on your forehead and right on the bump, both hands of his gentle with holding the sides of your cheeks.

"V-Vash!?" You gaped out as he backed away, the blush on his face mimicking your own as he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand "You really had a man's heart pumping with what you said back there! It might have not been as pretty with, uh ya know..” He wiped the bump on your forehead with his thumb “But I’ll always say yes, even if you confessed to me in the deserts or in space..”

You stifled your laugh “Oh really?”

“Definitely.”

The sun had begun to set orange and yellow, illuminating the back of Vash’s body and thinking about it, you hadn't regret all those feelings, or this chaotic moment with him.

It felt like a mental photo that you had taken as those bright blue eyes shined adoringly at you as you couldn't help but break out into giggles.

“You beat me to it though…” He chuckled as he got up and offered his hand down to you. "How does breakfast sound? Maybe I could..confess my love to you in donuts?”

“Well don’t mind if I do~”

Breakfast sounded perfect.

#trigun imagines #vash x reader #trigun #trigun headcanons #trigun stampede x reader #vash imagine #vash the stampede #vash the stampede x reader #:requests💙#nicholas d wolfwood #the sleep schedule effects hittin rn #sorry i made this longer than i thought #I GET TOO AHEAD OF MYSELF

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theaveragepsychoticbitch · 2 years

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Hello!! Can I request for Buddha from ROR with reader whose really menacing and scary (basically a mommy with muscles💪😩) but inside is really just shy and too scared to interact with people.

Anon.... Has anyone told you you're perfect today? Brilliant even? Amazing? I hope someone kisses you. Or buys you your favorite food.

I'm assuming you want a female reader by the use of mommy.

Female!Reader x Buddha || SFW || No warnings, other than some cursing

When Buddha first saw you, he knew exactly what your deal was.

The rumors hadn't evaded him; a human who walked around heaven with the attitude of a god. Some thought you to be stuck up, drunk on power because you were stronger than the average human.

Others thought you'd gone and placed yourself level with the gods, which made for some rather distasteful whispering wherever you went.

And still more thought you were copying certain other god's mannerisms to make yourself seem bigger in a place where a mere finger could end you.

Oh yeah, he's heard it all. But in his adventures in the human world, he's seen more than enough to know the answer in all its simplicity:

You were awkward. As hell, apparently.

You froze up when he first approached you, and while on the inside you were panicking, your expression was downright murderous. Any other god would've ended you where you stand, but luckily, Buddha was above their senseless need for violence. He kept talking, and watching you visibly relax as he continued spurred him on.

Occasionally popping up soon turned to him following you around. You would listen silently while he talked, occasionally giving him a "yeah" or a hum, just to let him know you were listening. Unknowingly letting him know he was right.

Then, one special day, he hit the gold mine. The two of you were having a picnic- if you could call a blanket in Zeus's private gardens covered with candy and two sandwiches a picnic. Buddha's talking away as usual, when he crossed a topic you were passionate about. You exploded at the seams, word-vomiting long held knowledge on the topic. He knew his fair share as well, leading to your first conversation where you sounded like you actually wanted to be there. You're animatedly describing your reaction to a certain event when you go quiet, a blush darkening your face as you pause your movements.

"What's wrong? Did I say something-"

"No!" You shout, then in a quieter voice, "Sorry, no. It's, I just, I haven't- It's been a while since I last talked this much. I'm... embarrassed." You laugh awkwardly, your embarrassment increasing tenfold at the sight of his cheeky smile.

"I can tell, even if others can't. You've been waiting to share all that, huh?"

"That, and so many other things. I don't want to overwhelm you though..."

"Overwhelm me?! You wish. I've been waiting on this for weeks! I want you to spill every thought you've been dying to say since you got here." He lays back on the grass, arms behind his head as he closes his eyes and crosses his legs. "We've got all the time in the world." He pops a candy in his mouth, sitting up to slip another into yours.

"Congratulations candy. Keep it up, and there'll be more where that came from."

You can't help a muffled giggle as you bite into the hard candy. Your eyes widen in surprise as the oozy insides coat your mouth. "It's soft on the inside!"

"Right? Reminds me of someone I know." He winks, and you roll your eyes at him.

Later that night, you choke on your toothbrush as you realize what he meant.

You. You were the hard candy with a sweet inside. Blushing wildly as you cough up toothpaste, for the first time in a while, you feel your heart flutter.

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A/N: Finally doing requests because I wanna do a 150 followers event and because I'm about to get busy again. Not sure what to do for the event though, so drop some ideas of what you wanna see! Also, wifi's out, so I'll be even SLOWER than usual(≧▽≦) isn't that amazing?!

But seriously, I love this trope, and with Buddha in it? TOO easy. He'd be all over that. Once again, thank you anon for requesting this! One more request to go and then I'll be free.

#record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie #buddha snv #buddha x reader #buddha ror #the psychotics writing

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heyiwrotesomethings · 2 years

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Hello Maddy! BirbMcGee here back at cha! I would like to request a Wedding or Proposal oneshot with Shinobu; They/Them with a tuxedo, (Or anything, it doesn't matter!) that's so nervous on how they're going to plan this, and eventually when/if Shinobu says yes, they get so emotional due to the fact that they thought she was going to say, "No."

Please take all the time you need, and thank you! One last thing; Please take care! You're self-care is everyone's top priority here! 💪

She Said Yes?!

Shinobu Kochou x They/Them Reader

A/N: Hi Birb! Hope this was worth the wait! Went with the proposal for this one. Word Count: 1,453

(Y/n) had been grappling with the same one question for months. Should they or shouldn’t they ask Shinobu for her hand in marriage.

Most would say yes, why not? They’ve been together for years, it seems only natural to tie the knot after so many wonderful years together.

However, it had not been especially easy to achieve such a loving relationship. Shinobu had been wary at the start, holding (Y/n) at arm”s-length. Whenever (Y/n) would ask her out, which had been many, many times, she’d turn them down every time with a smile and a sympathetic pat on the back.

Being rejected so many times, they had almost given up. In fact, when Shinobu had decided to agree, that was going to be the last time they asked before trying to move on. Shinobu had laughed at how surprised they looked. The relationship builded slowly, but they hadn’t looked back since. If (Y/n) had a hard time imagining life without Shinobu before, they found it impossible now, which was why they wanted to propose marriage so badly.

But, well, okay, they did look back and they saw all of the failed attempts to ask Shinobu to be their girlfriend. They had grown a lot since then, but what if Shinobu didn’t want to get married? What if the idea of marriage broke the spell over their seemingly perfect relationship and Shinobu rejected them? Worse yet, it could be a catalyst for Shinobu realizing she wasn’t really that happy with them and she’d want to break up!

It was that fear that made (Y/n) so tentative about popping the question. But… they wanted to try at least once. If Shinobu wasn’t really happy with them, who were they to make her stay. They just hopped it wouldn’t come to that.

And thus began the planning for the most sincere and heartfelt proposal they could muster.

They wanted it to be a private affair. Public spectacles were something Shinobu wasn’t a fan of. Not to mention if it went poorly, how incredibly awkward it would be to have all of their friends and family pop up just to watch them break up.

They would ask Shinobu to spend the day with them, a normal but no less special date. They didn’t want to make it too obvious what they were planing, but not make it seem too out of left field either. They didn’t want Shinobu to be left anticipating, dreading, but also didn’t want to put her on the spot without warning. The balancing act was maddening!

“You look so dapper. The western style suits you,” Shinobu’s voice broke (Y/n) out of their thoughts, “were you waiting long?”

“Not at all! You look really good too!”

Ah! They felt so nervous! They fidgeted with the collar of their tuxedo. Shinobu chuckled, and replaced (Y/n)’s hands with her own, helping them readjust to a more breathable position.

“It’s only fitting that we look good together, don’t you agree.” She teased, kissing (Y/n) on the cheek. “There, ready to go?”

“Yeah, thank you.”

When Shinobu was like this it almost made (Y/n) melt every time. Oh, who were they kidding? Nearly everything Shinobu did made them want to melt.

Shinobu threaded her arm through (Y/n)’s and then they were off. They took a train to the city to enjoy the day together. They had such a good time that they lost track of the time, only noticing how late it was when they happened to look up at the dark sky amongst the lit lanterns.

They didn’t even attempt to dash back to the station to catch the last train home. Instead they decided to spend the night at a nearby onsen. (Y/n) hadn’t meant to stay out so late, but it just never seemed like the right time to ask Shinobu to marry them. There was always something. People around, Shinobu drumming up another conversation, weird lighting… the list of excuses went on.

But here, in the comfort and privacy of the rented room, they would ask her.

“Today was really nice, don’t you think?” Shinobu smiled, she had already changed into her complimentary yukata.

“Yeah! Really nice!” (Y/n) agreed a little too eagerly, making Shinobu giggle.

“You should change too. These yukata are very comfortable.”

And (Y/n) wanted to, but there was something they had to do first.

Besides, if they changed then asked and Shinobu said no, it would be awkward to have to change again so they could go lick their wounds elsewhere.

“Actually, there is still something I have to do first.”

“Oh?” Shinobu crossed her arms and tilted her head to the side, “I was wondering when you would ask.”

“A-ask what?!” (Y/n) squeaked. Had they been that obvious?

“That’s what I would like to know.” Shinobu replied. “You seemed to have something on your mind. I kept waiting for you to say something, but you never did.”

Shinobu poked at (Y/n)’s chest, making them jump, “Tell me what’s troubling you.”

“It’s not a troubling matter!” (Y/n) assured, “It’s just nerve-wracking.”

“Nerve-wracking? What is, talking to your girlfriend?”

“No! I’m just—“

“Hey,” Shinobu took (Y/n)’s hands in her own, “it’s alright, just take your time, breathe.”

(Y/n) did just that and took a few deep breaths. Shinobu decided they should get some fresh air, so she took them out to look out at their partitioned section of the hot spring to watch the steam rise off of the water. After sitting down and leaning against each other for a few minutes listening to the trickling water until Shinobu spoke again.

“See, this is nice, isn’t it? Now, tell me what’s on your mind.”

Another deep breath.

“I love you.” How were those words so much easier too say than, ‘will you marry me?’. They weren’t always easy, granted. They thought Shinobu would run the first time they accidentally uttered them, but she was still here.

“I love you too,” Shinobu smiled and poked (Y/n) again, a little harder this time, “Now tell me what’s on your mind.”

(Y/n) turned to fully face Shinobu and gathered their courage. Shinobu loved them. They had no reason to believe she would lie. That wasn’t Shinobu’s style at all. Yet another deep breath, resolve gleamed in their eyes. Even if she did decline for whatever reason, it wouldn’t be the end of the world… right?

“Shinobu?”

“Mhmm?”

“Will you marry me?”

Shinobu’s lips parted in surprise and (Y/n) began to backpedal on pure reflex.

“AH! No pressure of course! Just a suggestion really! We don’t need any formalities. We’re fine the way we are! I’m bringing it up because, you know, in case you were interested I thought I should at least—“

“Sometimes, you overthink too much.” Shinobu braced her hands against (Y/n)’s cheeks and gave them a breath stealing kiss. When she finished, she only pulled away enough to angle her head to the side so she could rest her head against their chest.

“Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Once upon a time, Shinobu shunned the possibility of falling in love. In the world they lived in, it seemed not only unfeasible, but to pursue such relationships was just begging for disaster and heartbreak. That’s why she had turned (Y/n) down time after time.

But through their persistence, she couldn’t help but fall for them anyway. She could have kept playing the hard to get game, never really getting any closer, but when she had overheard the girls and the Kakushi whispering that (Y/n) was going to give up after one more try, she couldn’t bring herself to do anything but accept their invitation. She was scared to allow herself to feel this way about someone, but she would regret it more if she let them slip away.

“You really mean it? You said yes?” (Y/n)’s eyes began to sting. They thought for sure that she would say no, but she kissed them, she said yes, she was still hugging them!

“Yes, I mean it with all my heart. You poor dear, you’ve been on pins and needles all day about this, haven’t you? Probably even longer. I’m sorry.”

“What are you talking about, you don’t have anything to apologize for.”

“I didn’t exactly make it easy for you to pursue me back then. I imagine your hesitation stemmed from that.” Shinobu reasoned.

“Well, anyone would be nervous proposing to someone as amazing as you.”

“Too sweet.” Shinobu sighed, hiding the blush gathering in her cheeks. If they said anything, she would blame it on the steam from the water.

Still, she smiled earnestly against (Y/n)’s shoulder. She couldn’t wait to gloat about, and flaunt her soon to be spouse for all to see.

#demon slayer oneshots #kny oneshots #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #shinobu kocho x reader #shinobu kochou x reader #shinobu x reader #shinobu kocho #shinobu kochou #requests #birdmilkshakemcgee

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polarisjisung · 28 days

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I JUST WROTE U AN ASK SCREAMING HOW GOOD YOUR THEME LOOKED AND HOW I WAS HYPERVENTILATING OVER JISUNG'S ARM BECAUSE NOM NOM NOM I WANNA EAT THEM BUT TUMBLR SAID THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG 👿👿👿👿👿

ok hi, I've calmed down 🩷

the theme looks super pretty hua😭 and how have you been?? how's your arm which was literally nom nomed upon?? ALSO YES MARK WHATS GOTTEN TO HIM, WHY IS HE SO BEND ON MAKING ME ME SWITCH MY LANES👺

(i did that to match ur theme 💚)

🫧

HELLO MY LOVE !! (advance warning this is long 😭)

JISUNG REALLY SAID 💪💪 WITH THAT SHY FACE WHY IS HE SO FINE STOP LETS NOT EVEN GO THERE 😓😓😓 he's a dangerous dangerous man

ALSO IM GLAD YOU LIKE THE THEME OMG I WAS HAVING A WHOLE CRISIS ABOUT IT this jisung picture right here is the ONLY reason I decided to go green (not even because neo got my back it was ALL this pic and I'm not ashamed to admit it)

LOOK AT HIM ‼️‼️‼️ (I've never been this delulu about him— shameful I know— but I think smoothie really got to me)

ANYWAY WE DIGRESS yes I'm good my love, the arm is still healing but not infected so that's a plus!! I strongly believe it was karma for the amount of times I've alluded to wanting to just munch jisung but you gotta do what you gotta do (I have no regrets he looks very chomp-able)

OH MY GOD MARK LEE i have a lot of thoughts...

he's about to become the baine of my existence in the best way possible WHY IS HE ACTING UP LIKE THIS WHATTTT I think it's the hair I love his hair rn (it's not the hair it's all of him, the hair is good tho) also ty for matching my theme yo it's the little things that count fr

ANYWHO I hope you're well and taking good care of yourself, hopefully uni isn't stressing you out as bad as before and if it is stay strong my love 💕💕

#huasks #huanons 🌸!#🫧anon!#hugs from hua 🫶🏼🌸#loml jisung park <3 #dreamies acting up 😓

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ninebluehearts · 2 years

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Hi! I’m back again for another ask if that’s alright? I was wondering if we could get a sad/ hurt/ smut over that scene where Austin!Elvis officially ends the contract with the Colonel? I just need anything along the lines of that, that scene chocked me up fr 😭

Hello loves! Sadly, we lowkey forgot about the smut part, but I do hope you enjoy this anyways!!

@emmymaehereeeeee and I got you 💪💕

You were sitting in one of the balcony seat with you and Elvis' friends, watching his on stage performance. To everyone else, he was amazing as always. To you, well, you knew something was wrong. Elvis didn't like drinking because of his Mother, but tonight he had been taking shots or stealing people's martini's all throughout the show.

Now, you watched as Elvis mumbled and slurred his words, a mix of Suspicious Minds and something about the colonel. Though, then you heard it, clear as day: "I'm caught in a trap.. I can't get out.. 'Cause Colonel's got some big debts, baby."

And all you could do was sit there, frozen in shock. You glanced over at your friends, noticing their confused laughter.

“What’s goin’ on with your man?” One of your friends leaned over to ask you.

“I don’t know, he, maybe he’s sick or something?” You mumbled, standing up and excusing yourself. You made your way down the balcony steps, rushing backstage.

“Ms. Y/N, what is going on with your boy?!” The Colonel snapped at you, but you pushed him out of the way.

You stood near the edge of the curtain, tapping your foot anxiously unsure of what to do. “God, Elvis shut up!” You thought to yourself, as if God himself had heard you, the curtain fell. To your dismay it sadly wasn’t God, but the Colonel who was the Devil reincarnated.

As the curtain fell, so did the flood of insults from Elvis' mouth, all directed at the colonel, which he ended with, "You're fired! You're fired! YOU'RE FIRED!" He screamed, staring at the colonel, soft pants escaping his lips. "You're fired." He mumbled one last time, before dropping the microphone and walking away.

"Elvis!" You called, running across the stage to catch up with him. Elvis was already back in his dressing room, quickly getting changed and packing his things up, mumbling something you couldn't quite hear through the closed- and locked- door. So, you reached over and gently knocked on the frame, pressing your ear against the door. When he didn't answer, you sighed and knocked again. "Honey? It's me, can I come in?"

“Can’t trust nobody!” He hollered. When you heard a loud crash, you jiggled the doorknob. “Elvis, honey, please.” After a few moments the door flew open, you were met with bloodshot eyes, the smell of alcohol, and glass all over the floor. "Hey.." You whispered, staring up into his bloodshot eyes.

Elvis just stared at you for a minute, his body shaking with rage. You watched his lips start to quiver, followed by tears rolling down his cheeks. "Oh, baby!" You reached over and pulled him into a tight hug, gripping onto him with all of your strength. "It's gonna be okay! I promise!" You felt his arms wrap around your waist as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, his entire body wracked by his sobs.

“He’s a fucking liar- a God damn cheat!” He sobbed into your neck.

You rubbed his back, hoping to soothe him. “Shhh honey, come on, let's get some privacy, huh?" You gently pushed him back into the room, shutting and locking the door behind you. You guided him over to the couch and sat down with him. "Listen to me, baby, I need you to take some deep breaths with me, can you do that?" You asked him, reaching over to hold his hands.

Elvis simply nodded, taking deep, shaky breaths with you until he calmed down.

"Good job, honey. Now, I want you to tell me what the hell happened."

Elvis sucked in a deep breath, “He ain’t even an American, all he is a liar and dirty God damn cheat!” He mumbled angrily, balling up his fists and smacking the couch.

“Sweetheart, what do you mea-“

“There is no world tour- he can’t leave the country!” He looked at you, the liquor smell wafting from his mouth.

“Are you serious?” You asked.

"As a heartattack." He ground out, reaching over and grabbing the bottle of vodka from the coffee table and taking a large gulp.

"Elvis, honey, that's straight vodka, you really shouldn't be-"

"I'll do what I want!" He snapped, taking another swig from the bottle while standing up. "I need to to pack everything up- I really mean everything. We're gonna get on the Lisa Marie and we're gonna go where ever the hell I want. London, Japan, Italy, I don't give a fuck. We'll be free, darlin'. We're- We're finally gonna fly." He just grinned at you, extending his hand out for you to take.

You took his hand and he pulled you to your feet, leaning in to give you a deep kiss. "I love you, baby doll." He murmured, leaning down to kiss your nose.

“Are you sure, honey?” You questioned apprehensively.

“Pack your bags, baby doll, we’re traveling ‘round the world!” He said picking you up and spinning you around, you laughed, kissing him softly on the lips.

The two of you grabbed what you could, Elvis said he would have the boys grab the rest, he took you home and the two of you packed up the entirety of your lives. Tossing it into suitcases and crisp cardboard boxes, the smell of marker filled the air. “We are finally free, baby doll.”

"And I couldn't be happier." You said as you leaned up and kissed him. The next few weeks were gonna be tough, but you knew you could get through them together.

#elvis x reader #elvis presley #austin butler elvis #elvis 2022 #elvis #elvis angst #elvis hurt comfort #thanks for the ask!#emmymaewrites💜#💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙thoughts

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three-out-of-four · 2 months

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Hello Mr. Marshal, sir! I know you don't know me, but I'm a HUGE fan of you and love fighting types too! I just wanted to say 'Hello' and I hope I get to challenge you one day when I go on my gym adventure.

Oh! I also wanted to show you my ace pokemon, Hitmonlee. I named him Marshal, after you~! (My mom took the picture for me). [Image ID: A young boy around 11, with a hitmonlee who's clearly taller than him. Both are smiling at the camera and the tall pokemon has his arm protectively around the boy.]

Thank you for reading this! I hope I can become as AWESOME as you one day! 👊

Bye bye for now~ -Tyler 💪

Oh HELL YEAH, little dude!! You definitely got what it takes to challenge me one day, alright?

A Hitmonlee, eh? Now I definitely know you got good taste, HAHA!! Lookin' pretty awesome with that ace of yours, little man.

You're already AWESOME and dontcha forget it!!👊

#pokemon #pkmn rp #marshal rp #marshal answers

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