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rslashrats · 4 months

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🪰 housefly734 Follow

just a reminder that flies rubbing their hands together =/= plotting a nasty scheme

🪰 r0tt1ngm3at Follow

FINALLY SOMEONE SAID IT!! I HATE THE STEREOTYPE THAT US RUBBING OUR HANDS TOGETHER MEANS WE ARE PLANNING SOMETHING DUBIOUS!!

🪰 crane-fly-wives Follow

^^ Boosting! I constantly get non-flies giving me death glares whenever I wash my hands in the restroom. Like, that's what you're supposed to do after going to the bathroom! Sorry for being hygienic I guess 🙄

🪰 diptera-doll Follow

Reasons why flies might be rubbing their hands together:

It's chilly out and they're trying to warm up

They just put hand sanitizer/lotion/hand cream on

They're rolling a ball of clay together

What you should do if you see a fly rubbing their hands together:

Leave them alone! It's none of your business

Hope this helped! :)

🪰 flyhlghh Follow

people also forget that hand-rubbing is a very common stim!! neurodivergent flies constantly get stigmatized for showing any traits of their neurodivergencies in public!! please don't forget that!!

🐝 iamrealflytrustme Follow

I dont know about you losers but i like to rub my hands together because i am planning the most heinous and villanous crimes in my head

🪰 crane-fly-wives Follow

Wow, most obvious troll I have ever seen in my life. Get a life, dude 🙄

🪰 compoundeyehaver Follow

> claims to be a real fly

> has bee as their profile pic

dude couldn even get the right insect for their shitty troll account LMFAOOOOO

🐝 iamrealflytrustme Follow

No i am real fly and i am plotting to land on someones pie rn and ruin it with all my real fly germs. rubbing my hands together as i do it too

🪰 crane-fly-wives Follow

Anyone wanna bet this guy is some amphibian from 4frog typing this nonsense from their lilypad right now? Just me? Okay-

🐝 iamrealflytrustme Follow

I am buzzing around people's ears now

🪰 crane-fly-wives Follow

Yep, that pretty much confirms my theory. The nerve of some non-flies, I swear 🙄

🪰 batsianmimc Follow

@venus-fly-trap-hater

🪰 venus-fly-trap-hater Follow

this post is so real!! tysm babe for sending it to me 💞 ilyy

🪰 batsianmimc Follow

ILY too sugar cube 😘

🐝 iamrealflytrustme Follow

Can you guys stop kissing on this post its ruining my evil scheme planning

🪰 crane-fly-wives Follow

Can't believe this guy is still at it, honestly. @staff @tumblr Please take action against fake fly troll accounts such as these ones!

🐝 iamrealflytrustme Follow

Staff cant kill me i rubbed my hands on them too hard and they dieded sorry

🪰 crane-fly-wives Follow

🤣🤣🤣 Oh the excuses this fake is making, LOL! I haven't been this entertained since the Bombylius major discourse last year!

🪰 compoundeyehaver Follow

why are you still arguing with the troll instead of just blocking

🪰 crane-fly-wives Follow

Just think it's entertaining to see the lack of logic that bounces around in the brains of these non-flies sometimes 🤷‍♀️ Every response this so called "I am a real fly, trust me" user has given me has just made me crack up and flap my wings together.

🐝 iamrealflytrustme Follow

I am gonna rub my hands and plan more evil schemes involving you next

🪰 crane-fly-wives Follow

Heh, just try it, kid. Go on, I'll wait. 🥱

🦗 chirpingboy Follow

things are getting heated in the fly community

🪰 crane-fly-wives Follow

Of course a Grasshopper has the nerve to comment something insensitive on this post. Honestly, just mind your business 🙄

🦗 chirpingboy Follow

okayy

🦗 hopping-along-the-bank Follow

Hey, you can't really preach for not discriminating against flies and then discriminate against a grasshopper, dude. Not cool.

🪰 crane-fly-wives Follow

I think I certainty can, with my past experiences of Grasshoppers always finding the ways to say the most uneducated and baseless takes on my previous posts and discussions. Plus, after the Fly-Grasshopper War of 247 BC (in which my ancestors fought in, mind you) and the consequences that followed it, I think I am well within my rights. But go ahead, frame me as the bad guy here. 🤣

🦗 hopping-along-the-bank Follow

Yeah, you say this and conveniently ignore the socio-economic struggles that grasshoppers have been facing for the past century, many of these issues which were spearheaded by fly conservative politicians in office at the time.

So, yeah, it is rather hypocritical for you to pull out these cards when grasshoppers have also been punished and gotten the short end of the stick throughout bug history.

🪰 crane-fly-wives Follow

The implication that all flies are responsible for a few greedy politicians is quite comical, really. 🥱 Not to mention that many Grasshopper politicians in Bugland and Bugtopia have also had histories of introducing laws that have severely affected communities majorly made up of Flies. But sure, keep arguing with me about this, buddy. I got all day 🤣

🐝 iamrealflytrustme Follow

I am still rubbing my hands and planing schemes btw

🪰 flythatlovestogethigh Follow

anyone smoke bug weed in this thread

#bugs #insects #long post

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joelsgoldrush · 11 months

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come back same time and place the next night

prologue / 3k words

pairing: dad's coworker!joel miller x f!reader

raiting: 18+ (minors dni)

series summary: your chances of hooking up with your dad’s soon-to-be coworker are low, but never zero. turns out the two of you have a lot more in common than you thought, especially when you find out he’s going to be staying at your house for a while. you know what they say: if you can’t beat them, fuck them.

series warnings: no outbreak AU, dad's coworker!joel (idk if that's a thing but yeah), lots of feelings (angst/fluff), age gap (reader is 23, joel is 50), no use of y/n, i'm not good at choosing names for side characters sorry for that, some chapters will include smut 18+ and i'll let you know at the beggining of each part

warnings for this chapter: soft!dom joel, oral (m receiving), dirty talk

A/N: HELLO AGAIN i'm back with a new series!!! first of all, i just wanted to say THANK YOU bc of all the love you gave my previous post. i'm so thankful for all the likes, reblogs and comments, you truly made me feel incredibly happy. tbh i used to have a hard time figuring out whether i should start posting my own creations or not, and the support you showed me made me realize that it was definitely the right call. so yeah tysm for that and i hope you also enjoy this new project of mine :) i juIt have one final left and then i'll have a couple of weeks to relax and work on this series! also english isn’t my first language so if you come across any mistake please tell me!

here's my masterlist in case you want to read my other works :)

“Sneaking out of my house / I must be out of my mind / I’m running out of excuses / We’re running out of time / You say the love will come and go / We’ll learn how to ride the ebb and flow / You’ll always leave before the light / Come back same time and place the next night.”

You take another sip of your drink, alcohol making its way through your throat. It leaves a trail of burning kisses down the inside of your esophagus, and you make an effort not to swear as the sensation settles heavily on your chest.

Stacy looks around the bar for a while, her knee impacting rhythmically against yours ever so slightly. Next thing you know, she’s snorting, her blonde hair falling like cascades over her collarbones. “I'm afraid you, my dearest friend, have lost your good judgement. There isn’t a single hot guy in this bar.”

“That’s not true,” your fingers pinch the pink straw floating on your glass, a lipstick stain adorning it. You’re not exactly sure, though. The truth is you aren’t looking for somebody tonight, at least not right now. “Give me a second.”

Scanning your surroundings, you try to concentrate on your quest: finding a new hobby for Stacy. And by hobby, you mean a man she can simp over for the rest of the night. Once you’ve examined the room multiple times without success, you feel… slightly disappointed.

Just when you’re about to agree with her, this pretty waiter comes on the scene, placing a martini under your friend’s nose. “Here it is. Hope you enjoy it.”

Oh.

Stacy giggles at him. It’s that specific kind of giggle you know very well. “Thank you, but I didn’t order this.”

“Don’t worry. This one’s on me,” the hot-waiter answers, giving her a smile that’s all white teeth before disappearing between the mess of sweaty bodies on the dancing floor.

You look at her, because you already know what she will do next. She wiggles her eyebrows in your direction and takes hold of her purse, not without previously drinking almost half of the cocktail she got for free.

Her forehead furrows in a funny way. “It’s not very good. He’s lucky he’s cute.”

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” you tell her, ignoring her words. “I’m being serious.”

She leaves and you’re left alone, though you don’t mind the lack of company. The beating of your heart seems to sync with the pounding music from the pub. There’s this one girl doing karaoke, but nobody seems to be actually listening to her. You wonder if she’s aware of it, although she appears not to, because her tone gets even more high-pitched every time she gets to the chorus of the song.

After some minutes, you decide to give Stacy’s drink a try. She wasn’t wrong: the taste of it is absolutely awful. Some muscle in your jaw twitches as you cough a little.

“Is it that bad?”

You turn to your side, looking for the owner of that unknown voice that startled you. A man stands beside you, pointing out the martini. Leaning in closer to him, you hand him the drink. “Why don’t you try it yourself?”

His cold fingers brush yours gently when he takes the glass into his hands. The straw vanishes between his lips momentarily, and then he proceeds to chuckle. “You’re right. It’s… definitely somethin’ else.”

This must be your lucky night. When was the last time a guy this good-looking approached you? He jerks his thumb toward the empty chair in front of you. “Are you waitin’ for someone?”

You can't help but smile. “Not anymore.”

The attractive, charming stranger sits down, and you seize the opportunity to take a closer look at his face. You’re not sure of his age, but he’s older than you. He seems to be in his early 40s, the hair on his beard starting to get a bit gray. It’s subtle. If you weren’t such a perfectionist, perhaps you wouldn’t have seen it. But you did, and if possible, it just makes him come across as even more appealing to you.

“If you don’t mind me askin’, why did you order that drink?”

“Well, I didn’t. It was a gift for my friend,” you rest your chin on your palm, giving a half shrug. “She’s with the guy that gave it to her. The blonde girl over there, with the white tank top? That’s her.”

His eyes follow your gaze, finding Stacy just a couple of meters away from where the two of you were talking. She raises one of her hands in greeting, the boy from before attached to her hip like a lost puppy in the middle of the road.

“She seems nice,” he murmurs once he focuses his attention on you again.

“Yeah, she is,” as you finish that sentence, you feel your phone vibrating in the pocket of your jacket. “Excuse me.”

It’s a text from Stacy. Said message reads:

whose dad is that??? he’s hot af

You laugh at her occurrence, and he tugs at his shirt collar. “What happened?”

“She texted me: whose dad is that?” staring at him, you lift an eyebrow. “Do you have any children I should know of?”

The stranger seems to hesitate before replying. “No, I don’t,” you watch him lick his lips. “Why? You’re not into dads?”

He's cocky. Good thing you like cocky.

Time flies. You learn some things about him: he’s from Texas (the southern accent gives him away) and works as a contractor (just like your dad, you think, which is funny.) When he reveals how old he is, he seems to look for any sign of discomfort on your features. “I’m forty-five.”

“Twenty-three,” you retort with your own age. He glances up to the ceiling, and you give a bitter laugh. “Is it a problem for you?’”

“Shouldn’t I be the one askin’ that to you?”

You flutter your eyelashes at him. “I don’t mind.” If anything, you like him more. However, there’s one mystery left to bring to light. “What I do mind is that we’ve been here for almost an hour and you still haven’t told me your name.”

He leans back in his chair. “Let's play a game.”

“Be careful. I’m really competitive.”

“You have three chances to guess my name. I’ll just give you my initial. You gotta do the rest, deal?”

What were the odds of guessing it? I should take the risk, you think as you find yourself already nodding your head. “Deal.”

“It starts with the letter J.”

“Jack,” it’s the first name that comes to your mind. For an instant, you believe you’ve won, but then you catch him smirking. “It’s not Jack, isn´t it?"

The corner of his mouth turns up. “Keep tryin’.”

“Josh?”

“Ice cold.”

“Joe?”

Something you're unable to even distinguish glows in his eyes. “I’m givin’ you one more chance.”

“So I’m close?” you ask him, probably too enthusiastic. He doesn’t say anything else, so you go on. “Is it Joel?”

He places a hand on top of his shirt where his heart is, pretending to act relieved. “Fuckin’ finally.”

You punch your fists into the air. “Yes! I knew I was gonna get it.” A sincere smile takes place on your face. “What’s my prize?”

“Well,” he inches forward, his pinky nudging your wrist, that mere touch giving you goosebumps. “You could give me your number and go on a proper date with me.”

God knows you want it. Rising from your seat, you tuck a lock of brown hair behind his ear. “I was thinking of something else.”

That’s how you end up in the ladies restroom, your back flushed against the wooden door as Joel presses his clothed knee between your legs. You moan into his mouth without thinking if there are any other people outside waiting to use the bathroom. Joel draws in a long breath, grinning as he takes in the sight of you. “You wanna put on a show for the others? I'm not one to judge."

“I want to suck you off,” your hand is dangerously close to his crotch, your nails ghosting over his zipper. He seems to be having an internal fight with the last brain cell he has left, but then he detaches himself from you, unzipping his jeans. The sound of his belt hitting the floor with a thud is what finally leads you to fall to your knees.

He’s big. You can tell his size from your position, a wet patch forming into the fabric of his boxers. Playing with the waistband of his boxers for a mere second, your self-control attempts to falter. You grab him by the base, stroking it experimentally. Joel fights back a groan, urging you to take him. “Come on, sweetheart. I don’t like t’beg.”

But you do, that’s the thing. “Please,” you whisper, hoping he’ll hear you. His eyes find yours and suddenly it clicks. A lightbulb goes on in his head. He curses under his breath, directing his dick towards your open parted lips, and your eyelids get heavy as the taste of his precum invades your tastebuds.

It’s not your fault he has an amazing dick.

You begin to bob your head, taking more and more of his length with every one of your short movements. Slick must be already staining your own panties, but you can’t get yourself to care about that insignificant detail. Not now, when Joel’s hips thrust deeper into your mouth, his tip brushing the back of your throat and making you gag. It's dirty, and you should probably be ashamed of getting caught by a bystander. All your worries are swept away from your mind the moment he decides not to keep quiet. “Fuck, baby. Knew you would put that gorgeous mouth to good use. Attagirl, takin’ me so well.”

A stupid whine gets lost somewhere in your vocal tract. Intertwining your fingers with his, you locate his wandering hands on your hair, wishing he'll take the hint. He does, and grabs a handful of it, pulling you off his cock.

“You really like this, don’t ya’?” Joel smears your lower lip with your spit. “Were you thinkin’ about this while we were talkin’ back there?”

“Y-yes,” you try to take him in your mouth again, but he doesn’t allow you to, his iron grip on your nape getting tighter the more you fight against it.

Then he lets you have it. “Bet you get off on this too,” his voice drops an octave, and it sounds so nasty and intimate you’re on the verge of crying. With teary eyes, you swallow around his length.

You lose track of time. His bare thighs tremble and the only noise you can hear is his heavy breathing. “F—fuck. I’m close, where do you want it?” Mumbling something you can’t even comprehend with his cock still in your mouth, his thrusts begin to lose finesse, thick fingers holding you where he needs you the most. “So good, baby. Lettin’ me have you like this. Fuckin’—“

He’s about to come.

“—good girl.”

It all happens so fast you have to remind yourself to gulp down his cum, hot and sticky and just Joel’s. You patiently wait for him to come down from his high, nuzzling his happy trail. He helps you stand up, kissing you and tasting himself on your tongue. As soon as he tries to sneak a hand into your panties, getting closer to your aching cunt, you recognize your phone ringing in the distance.

Groaning, you stretch your arm, answering the call. “Hello?”

“Well, hi. This is awkward.”

You frown. Joel mimics you. “I’m sorry, who’s this?”

“I’m calling you from Stacy’s phone. We were making out and then she told me she was feeling sick, so I took her outside… and now she’s throwing up,” the boy on the other side of the line explains to you and you detect a hint of agitation in his voice. “She asked me to contact you.”

“Oh, God. Hot-waiter?”

“Yeah, she also said you were probably going to call me that,” he seems to move his phone away from his ear, and then talks to you again. “She’s not passed out, but she shouldn’t stay here.”

Does he actually think you’re going to leave her alone? “Can you tell me where you are?” you suggest him while Joel tucks himself back into his boxers.

“Next to the parking lot.”

You hang up after telling him you’ll be there in five minutes, and you feel Joel’s lips on your neck, a sigh spilling from you. His teeth nip at your sensitive skin. “You gotta go?”

Humming, you smooth down your skirt, facing the mirror and observing your reflection, some leftover mascara sticking your eyelashes together. He appears right behind you, his broad frame becoming more visible this way. “Stacy’s throwing up. I have to take her home.”

“Do you have a car?”

“No, but I’ll call an uber. It’s no big deal.”

Joel puts his hands on his hips. “I brought my truck. Let me help you.”

Of course he has a truck.

“Joel, you don’t have to,” you massage the back of your neck, suddenly feeling very self-conscious.

“It’s the least I can do,” tilting his head, his lips catch yours once again. “Consider it my way of thankin’ you, since I cannot return the favor.”

It shouldn’t feel like this. You weren’t used to doing this kind of thing on a regular basis, but you’re more than sure that men don’t treat you this way after sucking them off. Still, you accept his offer since it means you’ll get to spend more time with him.

He walks you out and helps you get Stacy on her feet. As she sees Joel, she spreads her arms wide, hugging him. “Oh my God! It’s the hot dad!”

“Sweetie, you have like— puke all over your clothes,” you tell her, so Stacy chooses to hug you instead. “She gets pretty sensitive when she’s drunk.”

“I can tell,” Joel opens the back door of his truck, jerking his head in the direction of it. “Get her inside while I start the car.”

It all goes pretty well from then on. He asks you for Stacy’s address and you give it to him, the palm of his hand resting on top of your left thigh. Stacy gets comfortable in the back seat, yawning. “You two look like my parents before they got divorced.”

“That’s a really nice compliment,” you mutter with irony as Joel laughs by your side, rubbing his chin.

Soon after that, she falls asleep. Joel parks his car right in front of Stacy’s porsche. He glances over his shoulder, making sure she’s still sleeping before his seatbelt’s off and he’s grabbing you by the jaw, leaning in for a kiss. The fucker’s a very good kisser, you notice throughout the night.

“Are you gonna give me your number?” he murmurs against your mouth, his hot breath mixing with yours.

“It depends. Will you call me?”

He tells you he will, and you prefer to trust him as you watch him save your number, a smiley face next to your name.

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Joel doesn’t call you.

You don’t want to admit it, but it’s starting to get to you. He did sound honest. Why the hell did he treat you like that if he wasn’t planning on calling you? Why did he insist so much on getting your number?

Men suck. Joel sucks, you decide after a whole afternoon of staring at your phone, waiting to receive a text from him. Given the situation, anything would make you feel better.

Hey! It’s Joel, from the bar. I’m so sorry for not calling you. I forgot to tell you I’m married and have three children, two cute little puppies and a cat. Anyways, what a great night we had! Take care!

Okay. Perhaps not anything.

You’re home, sitting on the couch while you watch a meaningless TV programme. It consists of answering random questions, and if you get them wrong, you fall down some dark tunnel that only God knows where it takes you.

Normally, during a night like this, you’d be studying or perhaps at Stacy’s. But tonight, your father had asked you to actually stay. He didn’t tell you why he specifically needed you there, and you didn’t bother to ask him.

Out of the blue, you hear the doorbell ring. None of your parents seem to be on the first floor, so you walk to the door, opening it.

You choke on your own saliva.

Joel’s here. Joel, who didn’t call you. Joel, who looks absolutely good with his hair slicked back.

“Did I ever tell you where I lived?” the tone of your voice falters, your legs suddenly feeling wobbly.

He can’t believe it either. “No. I must have the wrong address,” keeping his eyes fixated on the box of chocolates dangling from his hand, he straightens his back. “What are you doin’ here?”

“I should be asking you that,” you hiss, your pupils flared with anger. “Why the fuck are you at my house, with a freaking box of chocolates, when you couldn’t bring yourself to call me?”

Then, you hear the sound of footsteps coming from the kitchen. It’s your dad. He contemplates the scene with a smile. “I see you’ve met my daughter. Trust me, my wife and I taught her better manners than this. Don’t know why she didn’t invite you in. Food’s almost ready!”

You’re about to short-circuit. Definitely not a joke.

“Sweetheart, this is Joel Miller. Remember I told you last week that someone from the company was coming over for a while? Well, this is him,” your father chuckles, expecting you to come up any kind of answer.

Joel’s faster than you, intending to shake your hand, those same calloused fingers that he had used to touch you in that dirty bathroom now playing dumb. “Nice to meet you.”

If he wants to pretend you don’t know each other, then so be it.

You squeeze his hand without measuring your strength. “Oh, the pleasure’s all mine, sir.”

Turns out that your chances of hooking up with your dad’s soon-to-be coworker were low, but never zero.

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tags: @spurz :)

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hanniluvi · 11 months

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💭 — RICKY AS YOUR BOYFRIEND !

SOPH — tysm for the two anons that requested this! sorry for the delay, i was trying to do a bunch of reqs at once but got carried away due to some school work </3 (yes i have summer hw im suffering). hope you enjoy these though!

GENRE — fluff, angst if you squint | WARNINGS — lower case intended, 2nd pov, and that’s it?

— he seems the type to play it cool in a relationship but is actually a MESS. like what should he do? should he be flirting with you? should you guys be doing anything? besides that cool face, this mind is racking ideas of what he should do and what’s best for the relationship. anything for you!!

— i don’t think ricky could ever get mad at you. like maybe jokingly mad or being frustrated but that’s all. i don’t think he really likes conflict and tries fixing it. thing is, he may give silent treatment just so he could talk to myself on how to solve an argument between you two.

— now, ricky may forget a lot of things, but he never forgets anything about you! anyone can ask something about you, and he’s like a walking google about you. ik he whips his head if he hears your name come out of any of the member’s mouth. they can call him a simp for all he cares — he knows it’s true anyways.

— “you know ricky, you don’t know a lot of stuff of me compared to your partner.” “gyuvin yeah, cause you’re not yn.” “i get that but come on, how could you forget my favorite food?” “oh sorry, i forgot.” “ricky i’ll beat you up—” “yn!!!”

— he would get excited over little gifts you give him. he’s used to being the gift giver, so seeing you get him something just seems ten time more valuable than those luxury brands. probably shows it off to the others. “bet you don’t have this,” LMFAO hes so silly

— the type to send pics of himself or sweet msgs to you when he misses you. and he js plays it off with “i bet you miss me so here you go.” in reality, he just misses you and just wants to hear sweet things from you :( <3

— boy he LOVES strawberries. so he probably buys you strawberry items so that you can be reminded of him. let’s say his obsession can get out of hand, but who doesn’t love cute strawberry items???

— i feel like he would prefer a more private relationship?? but that doesn’t work out since he acts SOOO different around you. so when he announces that you two are dating, the others aren’t surprised whatsoever.

— pretty clueless so would ask you for help because it’s “you two getting along” he says. he would find any excuse to be with you at all times and just wouldn’t mind acting a little clueless.

— if there’s any language barriers, i feel like he’d try his best to communicate with you as best as he can. sure, he wants to give up at some times, but he remembers you, the main cause of his motivation. so he’d study really hard for you :)

— ricky isn’t always as open with his thoughts as he think he is. sometimes, he may isolate himself, just because there’s a lot on his mind. so that’s when you step in! give him comfort and offer to listen bc that’s all what he needs!

— secretly likes physical touch but won’t flat out admit it. he wouldn’t pretend he hates it either, he just lets it happen. secretly smiles when you suddenly become clingy around him. he likes you initiating it first because he doesn’t want to be annoying or a bother to you when he needs affection </3

— the longer you’re in a relationship with him, the more comfortable he is with you. and that’s a good thing! but he still gets flustered over small acts you do for him.

— partner privilege is probably a thing.

— would love showing you off :’) he’s just really glad yours is and sometimes can’t believe it himself. which is why he may just catch himself be quiet and admire you <3

💭 — in bloom already has two wins 🙏 so proud of them <3

ZB1 PERM TAGLIST — @dwcljh @ilovewonyo @jiawji @tzyuki @kpoprhia @flamiricky @misoxhappy @lluvjjun @zzzhoonie

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jae-bummer · 10 months

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It's Only Lunch

Request: I just binged through My Idol Season 1&2 within a day and I’m in love with the way you write!! Then I saw your requests are open and I was even happier, cause I’m in desperate need of some idol!DK x nonidol!reader fluff :( I don’t have anything specific in mind you can do whatever you want, it can be angsty too if you want, just please give him a happy ending. There’s just not enough DK on this app in my opinion :( I hope you’re doing good and have a great day and if you ever actually write this then tysm!! 🩷🩵

Pairing: Seventeen DK x Reader

Genre: Fluff

"Hey, Y/N."

Looking up from your desk and towards the door of your office, you smiled. "DK, what brings you here?"

As soon as his name left your lips, you could see a bashful expression cross his face. Glancing down to his shoes before looking back up to you, he offered a tentative smile. "I just happened to be in the building and thought maybe you'd like to grab lunch with me?"

Blinking back in surprise, you cleared your throat. Technically, you and Dokyeom were coworkers, he an idol (obviously) and you working in the lower levels of management at Hybe. You had been part of the production crew for many a Seventeen project, so you had grown familiar with the guys over the years.

DK, more often than not, was the member that seemed to naturally gravitate toward you. When ordering lunch, passing out water, or resting on a break, he seemed to subconsciously seek you out. His shyness was adorable your first few run-ins, but once you realized he may have had a crush, you were already in far too deep yourself.

"I brought my lunch today," you managed, the words tasting sour in your mouth. "I was hoping I could take it at my desk to work through some things I'm behind on."

It wasn't a lie. You did need to catch up, but you also couldn't admit that hanging out privately with DK scared the crap out of you. He was gorgeous, side-splitting levels of funny, and completely unattainable. You knew if you spent more time around him, it wouldn't be long until you caught feelings.

"Oh," he chirped, beginning to nod. "Yeah, of course, I understand."

"Maybe next time though?" you asked, desperate to see that smile light up his face again.

"Of course," he hummed, giving you what you hoped for, but not nearly as genuine. "I'll stop by again when I'm back in the building."

And that's how the new routine began. At least once a week DK would show up in your doorway and you would think of a new and creative excuse not to fall in love with him.

Nearly a month after his original visit, you were typing out a relatively important email when your favorite nuisance showed up.

"Y/N," he drawled, leaning against the door frame. "I think I know your answer, but I'm here anyway."

You smiled sheepishly, ducking your head in an attempt to cool the heat scorching across your neck. You knew he would likely catch on to your MO, but you hadn't realized how embarrassing being confronted would be. "I'm sorry, DK. Things are so busy with your upcoming promotions and-"

"Can I at least grab your lunch for you from the common area?" he asked, tilting his head. "It'll save you a few steps."

"Sure," you nodded. He was incredibly sweet, which made it suck even more. "It's in the purple bento box."

"You got it!" he smiled, giving a quick spin before launching down the hallway.

You really did need to suck it up and either tell him to quit coming by or accept his advances. Just because you were a coward didn't mean that he needed to suffer. You were better not being perceived by anyone at his level of attractiveness. It would only be a matter of time before you somehow did something mortifying and turned him off forever.

After plugging away at the email for a few more minutes, you furrowed your brow and looked toward the hall. Surely, he should have found your food.

Just as you were about to hit send and head out his way, he appeared again. Holding your bento, his face was twisted in confusion. "This is yours, right?"

"Yeah," you said slowly. "Why?"

"Well," he sighed. "I looked for it everywhere in the fridge but couldn't find it. I moved everything around and was about to give up when I noticed it out of the corner of my eye. It was sitting in the communal sink, empty."

"Empty?" you muttered, standing. Crossing the room toward him, you took the lunch box from his hands. Sure enough, there was not a trace left of the food you had packed that morning. "I bring the same box every day. Who would eat out of it?"

"Did someone new start?" he asked, tilting his head. "Someone could have done it by mistake?"

"I guess," you sighed, dropping it on your desk. "I guess I can order in..."

"Why don't you let me go grab something?" he asked. "We can eat together in your office, so you don't even have to step away."

The hopeful look in his eyes crushed what little self-preservation you had left. This option really provided no wiggle room for an excuse. "I don't want to make you go to all that trouble..."

"No trouble at all!" he smiled, already turning away from you.

"Wait," you sighed, teetering on the line that you had drawn for yourself. "Let me send this email and I'll come with you."

"You will?" he gasped, but immediately schooled his features. "I mean, sounds good."

Mentally preparing yourself to rip off the Band-Aid, you may have spent a bit longer on the email than you had intended. It was difficult to think clearly with DK wandering around your space, peering at every framed picture and book you had haphazardly stacked around.

"Ready?" you asked, after reading through what you had written for probably the thirtieth time. At this point, you would just hit send and hope for the best.

"Born ready," he smiled, his eyes disappearing into crescents. "There's this really cute noodle place right down the street. I was thinking we could go there?"

Your brain fished around in its recesses for the restaurant he was talking about. If you could recall correctly, it was a notorious spot for couples. The thought made you swallow, hard. "Sure."

"Perfect," he hummed. "Madam?"

Offering his elbow to you, you hesitated before taking it. So, this was really happening. You were going to break down and go on a not-date with Dokyeom. He had labeled it as just "grabbing lunch," but why did you feel like it was so much more?

As you would realize later, it was because if you gave an inch, Dokyeom would take a mile. It wasn't long into your walk before he started complaining about it being sweltering outside. The weather was only 24°C, so it was hardly balmy. After peeling off his jacket, he quickly switched up to holding your hand.

Glancing down in surprise to see his long fingers intertwined with yours, you looked back up to him, wide-eyed.

"Is this okay?" he asked cheerfully.

You gave a silent nod before fixing your eyes in front of you again. You were so screwed.

Against your better judgement, lunch with DK was a blast. Being around him was so effortless. As you talked over jajangmyeon, it was easy to open up and show sides of yourself that you only reserved for those closest to you. You didn't realize you were even doing it until after you already had, making you go into an overthinking spiral of whether or not you were sharing too much.

In the end, it didn't really matter because Dokyeom seemed to like it that way.

When he returned you to your office, he gave you a long hug before insisting on coming by again soon. After everything, you sat behind your desk, a bit numb in the aftereffects of all things DK.

He hadn't asked for your number and aside from holding your hand, he really hadn't made any advances. His body language was overwhelmingly flirty, but you weren't sure if that's just how he was naturally or not.

"Accept it for what it is," you muttered to yourself, shaking off the cobwebs in your brain. Even if things didn't cross over into "more than friends" territory like your heart was already considering, just having him as a close friend would be fulfilling enough.

No matter how many times you told yourself that DK was just displaying normal, friendly behavior, it was all thrown out of the window when he showed up again the next week.

Carrying a bouquet of what looked to be a mix of wildflowers, he strode up to your desk and sat on the edge. "Now, we've made remarkable progress last week when you had no other options but to have lunch with me. Can we defy the universe and have it happen again?"

You let out a surprised snort. "Maybe if you gave me an idea of when you were coming, I'd be more prepared to leave the office."

"Where's the fun in that?" he asked. "These are for you by the way."

"I would have been only a little heartbroken if you came into my office with flowers that were not for me," you smiled, taking them from his hands.

"So, are you setting me up for a gentle letdown?" he asked, quirking a brow. "Or are you wanting to try the new burger place a block down?"

"I really-"

"Need to finish up this project, so I'm working at my desk," he finished with a soft smile.

"But this time, I really do mean it," you laughed.

"You didn't before?!" he gasped.

Shit. You didn't want to let that little factoid slip. See, this is what happened when you let your guard down around him.

"I may or may not have been avoiding your lunch invitation for a few weeks," you winced. "But you're intimidating!"

"On what planet?!"

"Earth!" you groaned, hiding behind your fingers.

DK sighed before sliding off of your desk and facing you. "I'll forgive you if you come eat with me."

"Well, that's not fair," you pouted.

"Fine," he harrumphed. "I'll just have to take it into my own hands like last time."

"Like last time?" you asked, narrowing your eyes at him.

Covering his mouth with his hand, DK stood as still as a statue.

"You know," you grumbled, crossing your arms. "You're not going to get out of this by hoping I forget about you because you're not moving."

"It would work if you were a t-rex," he muttered, dropping his arms to rest at his side.

"Spill it, Seokmin," you sighed.

"I accidentally ate your lunch last week," he said quickly.

"I'm sorry," you laughed. "You what?"

"When I was grabbing your bento out of the fridge, I had a lightbulb moment," he whined. "I thought if you didn't have your food, you'd be forced to eat with me...so I just...inhaled it. You make excellent bibimbap by the way."

You didn't know if you wanted to laugh or smack him. "You set me up!"

"Because you were avoiding me!" he exclaimed, sending an accusatory finger your way. "You said it yourself!"

"Because you're intimidating!" you repeated.

"How?! How am I intimidating and why is this news to me?!"

"You're incredibly dreamy!" you blurted. "And I was scared that I was going to fall for you, alright?"

DK took a small step back as if you had actually chose to smack him. He kept quiet as his wide eyes blinked at you.

"Please say something," you whispered, pinching the bridge of your nose.

At a painfully slow rate, a smile spread across his lips. "You think I'm dreamy?"

Plopping into your rolling chair, you leaned against your desk, and hid in the fortress of your arms. It was not physically or mentally possible for you to be more horrified.

"Y/N!" DK cooed, immediately stepping around to where you were sitting. Wrapping his arms around your shoulders, he rested his chin on your head. "That is the cutest thing I have ever heard."

"I hate it," you muttered into your sleeves.

"I don't," he chuckled. "And if you haven't figured it out by now, I think you're pretty dreamy too."

"Really?' you squeaked.

"You think I offer to buy lunch and flowers for Mingyu once a week?" he asked. Nuzzling his face into your hair, he laughed again. "I guess we were both hiding something from each other."

"I can't believe you ate twice just to get me to go out with you," you muttered, finally sitting up.

"You're worth the stomachache I had afterwards," he smiled. "I was scared that if I tried to kiss you, the nerves would make my stomach pop."

"Please tell me you didn't eat my lunch again today?" you joked. DK's lips fell into a flat line as he looked away from you. "You didn't!"

"I was prepared to do whatever I had to do!" he gasped. "Now are you coming with me to lunch or not?!"

"Yes," you laughed, shaking your head. "I absolutely will."

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alldoll3dup · 5 months

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Hiii! So this is my first time ever making a request. But if you have the time, can you write a Velvet x Reader angst? Like they get into this big argument and one of them ends up apologizing first (up to you) take all the time you need to write this! Tysm <3

▐ Hello of course I can, this is my first time writing angst I hope you like it!

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

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - You and Velvet had a really bad argument

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 - Trolls

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - Swearing, angst, fluff

- The argument started because Velvet found out that you were going to other singers' shows hidden from her

- You alredy knew that Velvet would NEVER let you go to a concert with anyone other than her and Veneer

- So you started going alone using lame excuses

- Until one day she found out because while looking at you cell phone gallery, she saw photos of you at a show that you were last night

- Velvet was very angry, not because you went to the show, but because you didn't say ANYTHING to her

- She was starting to trust you more and you were going to shows in secret? She was furious

“Y/N what the fuck??” - she says showing you the photos at your phone

"Velvet! Why are you using my phone without asking me?!" - you say trying to take the phone away from her hand

"I am who suppose ask you! Fuck, Y/N, I trusted you and you’re sneaking to shows?”

"You would never let me go if I asked you"

"I don't give a fuck, you should have asked me anyway"

- You continued arguing and Velvet came out irritated, pushing you

- You just crossed your arms saying you wouldn't apologize and Velvet left irritated

- The next few days she would just ignore you and you started doing the same

- You were in the dead silent treatment and you knew that if you didn't apologize, Velvet would remain silent for eternity

- While Velvet was distracted you arrived hugging her from behind

"Hey Vel.." - she remained silent and you gave her kisses on her neck

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? I promise not to do anything else without asking you first" - you hear a long sigh coming from Velvet

"There's no way I can stay mad when you're so cute like that."

- You would spend the rest of the day cuddling and talking about the shows you wanted to go to

- Velvet gave in and will only let you go to one show per month

"Better one than none, thank you Vel!" - you said excitedly

- Velvet was definitely going to start looking at your phone

▐ Okay maybe a little too sappy, I hope y'all liked it

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

★ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ★

#trolls band together #trolls #trolls velvet #velvet and veneer #velvet trolls #oneshot #velvet x reader #angst #i love velvet #fem reader #one shot

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honeystwiggypeach · 2 years

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Scenario where their kids/kid are daddy’s boy/girl and they want to do absolutely everything with him leaving them on the side all the time with toji, nanami, gojo, geto and sukuna

If you haven’t done this ❤️❤️

Ok!! I wasn’t too sure how to interpret this request and it seemed simple at first and idk if I over thought it or what happened but suddenly I began to question if it was asking for male dad!reader but I got someone to look at it with me and we decided that’s probably not what it meant but if it is pls let me know because I also love that idea!! Tysm for requesting pls let me know if you want more!!!

Tw- I did do fem reader because that’s just what I did a similar request with last time! Cursing, use of the word daddy to refer to a parent(pls don’t make it sexual that’s weird in this context)let me know if I’ve missed anything!!

Toji

When you first met Megumi, it was after he had toddled into the living room tiny blanket dragging behind him. It was pretty late Toji had slipped off to the bathroom after pausing the movie, Megumi stares at you, the light of the tv screen reflecting off your face, his eyes are wide, shocked even. No one’s ever been in the house except him and his daddy…maybe that’s why he takes off running down the hall the little littering of his feet drowned out by him screaming his head off.

“Megumi” Toji stands in the hall and Megumi reaches up, “what’re you cryin for” he asks walking into the living room with Megumi on his hip.

All he does is try to climb higher on his dads arms when his dad sits beside you. Once he realizes that, you’re definitely ok to be in the house with and that his dad invited you in, he calms a bit though he’s still pouty because you’re watching his favorite movie with HIS dad!

When Megumi gets a little sleepier again, Toji stands to put him back in his room and you both hear the little ‘mine’ that comes from Megumi as he clutches a fistful of Toji’s shirt with one hand and his blanket with the other.

Nanami

Yuji was definitely alarmed when he met you, first of all Nanami’s told him they were going to a cafe to meet a very special person today so he had to be on his best behavior but his dad knew he could do it because Yuji was always good!

But when they both got to the cafe it was just you? You’re the barista Yuji sees everyday before his daddy drops him off at daycare…but now your his dad’s girlfriend? Whatever that means Yuji thinks.

Yuji hasn’t ever really spoken to you, so you offer to bring him and Nanami to a children’s museum in hopes that will make the two of you interact a bit more. Alas that’s not what happens…it isn’t until Nanami excuses himself to the bathroom and convinces Yuuji that he should stay by you that you interact.

And it’s all because Yuji tiredly reaches up asking for you to hold him, you comply and before Nanami can come back from the restroom he’s fallen asleep on your shoulder.

Gojo

Honestly what did you expect? He coddles them and showers them in so much affection it’s insane😭he just never stops giving them attention.

Honestly you asked your daughters if they could help you bake, mind you they live baking! They told you no because Satoru had said he wasn’t going in the kitchen right then.

Geto

It’s led by Nanako having a general weariness of you at first which led Mimiko to form the assumption that she should be cautious around you…but also because naturally Mimiko was quite reserved until she’d gotten to know the individual quite well, which jusg continued to trigger chain reactions.

And while Geto of course lived to hang out with his daughters it saddened him quite a bit to see them not have an interest in the world about you.

That is until you don’t show up for around a week per Geto’s request because he figured you’d been making the girls uncomfortable and he was going to prioritize them over you, they’re his kids.

When he ticks them both in kissing their little foreheads, Nanako shoots straight up in bed almost startling him.

“When’s Ms. Y/n gonna come back?” She asks her voice is quiet she’s a little unsure which is odd for her, she was normally quite confident.

“I thought you guys didn’t like her” his voice is quiet as well.

“Is she gonna be back?” Comes Mimiko’s tony voice as well chiming in.

“I’m sure she’ll be back tomorrow she was just busy this week that’s all” he smiles to himself as he shuts the door, maybe they just needed their own time to process the new changes.

Sakuna

It’s kind of funny to imagine him as a single dad to this little toddler obsessed with fairies and princesses and she immediately thinks you’re a fairy when she sees you😭

All I can imagine is Sakuna who’s only weak spot is this precious baby and she doesn’t have a clue in the world about any of the things that are happening. And Sakuna would rather watch the world burn daughter on his hip before admitting that he’s got a soft spot for her.

Of course it becomes blaringly obvious to you that he definitely values his kid when he seeks you out shows up on your front door and is decent to you…as in he’s not an asshole, originally he did this under the guise of wanting to keep his kid tolerable.

Guys pls request soft Sakuna stuff(maybe we don’t do any jjk lore or anything it’s kinda like modern single dad!sakuna…because omg I want to write a part two😭

Tags~ @nash-bears-blog

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circinuus · 1 year

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I was wondering if I could request Dazai (possibly Chuuya too, seperate) taking care of a sick s/o? gn please! Take ur time and take care of urself! <33

taking care of a sick s/o

ft dazai, chuuya. 0.7k words

gn!reader

❥ hi nonnie! tysm for the request and the sweet message ♡ if you're not feeling well, i hope you'll get well soon! sorry this one isn't too good, i need to practice writing more

"Dazai, get awayy-"

Your protest was cut by your miserable sneeze, before further drowned in your lover's long whine.

Hell hath no fury like flu during fall, you concluded. And seeing your currently pouting beloved, it seems that it's not that less of a nightmare for him too. Food and medicines are down. Yet, the body pains and subtle headaches still linger.

Dazai had noticed the way you slump at your desk. Hidden among the piles of abysmal paperwork was you sighing and kneading your temple to quell a grating pain that wasn't supposed to be there. Dazai had noticed this; the lack of enthusiasm and vigor in your ever-refreshing smile. And that was all it takes for him to take you by the hand and throw some well-crafted excuse to Kunikida, dragging you back to your shared abode.

That was a few hours ago.

"Shouldn't you be back at the agency?"

"And leave you alone?" he gasps, partly offended at how you inch away from his kiss. "My flower, what if you're dying from your cold?"

'Oh! we can finally have a double suicide!' he said. 'But death by sickness is nasty,' he then deflates. Despite his vocal laments, they soon fade to nothing but a white noise as your mind drifts to the pile of unfinished works and reports, eyes blank from the haze of your worry and malady.

"A frown doesn't suit you, belladonna," soft fingers rest on your head, and suddenly you are conscious of the creases forming on your brow and the taut arch on your lips.

"Shh, it's okay," his whispers flows to your ears like a lilting tune. Your eyes find their way to his, and swirling in his eyes is a sentiment so foreign. So latched with raw, genuine concern, ripped off all the playful and mischievous glint you wished you weren't the reason for such disconsolate eyes.

"Dazai-"

"Rest." he presses a kiss on your eyelid. Your words soon die in a blissful sigh, too tired and too content to propose another protest.

With his gentle strokes, the angry storm of uneasiness and sickly discomfort dull, and sweet lull of sleep finally embraces you.

You much rather not let your lovable waste of bandage catch your cold. But alas, you are only human. And what can a mere human do when they feel their lover's warmth engulfing their being? So loving and solicitous; you are helpless under his touch.

Besides, you owe him as much for making him this worried.

Chuuya frowns as he observes the thermometer.

"I should call the doctor back."

"Love, please," the thick blanket he draped over you slightly shifts. "He was just here."

'It's just a silly cold, anyway,' a huff escapes your sore throat. But Chuuya isn't all convinced. A deep furrow nestled itself on his brow, and for a second you think he's mad. Maybe it has something to do with you passing out in his office just now; something about fatigue and seasonal flu, the doctor just said.

The mafioso heaves a long sigh before moving closer to sit at the edge of your bed.

"(Name), y'know how much you made me worry?"

"I had the medicines already. I should be fine." you sniff, red-nosed and voice strained.

"But.. sorry."

"Hey, hey, sweetheart, it's not your fault" he is quick to shush you, fingers moving to rub circles on your hand. "I should've taken care of you better."

"You know it's not your fault," you interlace your hands together. They fit so well, you smile. And from Chuuya's chuckle, he seems to notice your sentiment.

"You're such a sweet thing, aren't you, doll?" he presses a loving kiss on your knuckles. Now you weren't sure it was him or the flu that was burning your cheeks.

"Rest up and don't worry your pretty head." He gives your hand a final reassuring squeeze. "I'll take care of everything,"

Chuuya moves to smooth your blanket, tucking you in for the night. And yes, he resists the urge to press a goodnight kiss on your lips, as much as he doesn't want to wait until your flu goes away. But you can feel the comfort of his hands never leaving yours throughout the night.

♡ @ashthemadwriter

#bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #dazai osamu x reader #nakahara chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader

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newcomernewcums · 1 year

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i think price would be very good at giving spankings 👀 its the daddy energy

NSFW Price (daddy kink/spanking):

• He loves the way your ass jiggles, can’t get enough of it. Most of your punishments are him bending you over the nearest surface (his desk, his bed, his leg when there’s nothing else) and making your ass raw.

• Honestly, he just really likes your ass. It’s a problem. Before you two became a… *thing*, he was proper, made sure his eyes didn’t linger where they shouldn’t. Sure, he had to stop himself from staring a lot more than any superior should, but he kept it under wraps.

• And then he actually got you, knew what you sounded like mewling under him, what your ass looks like when it bounces on his dick, and he’s gone. After that he can’t stop himself from touching you as much as possible. There are too many times where you two almost get caught, or where he palms your ass as he passes you in the hallway, but he really can’t stop himself.

• He likes leaving marks, and since they can’t go above the collar there are almost always bruises between your thighs and on your ass. If it’s not finger prints from him using your ass to hold you down, its bite marks from him getting down on his knees—grunting as he does— and mouthing at your cheeks until he’s satisfied.

•His absolute favorite, hands down, is how cockdrunk you get when he spanks you. How you look up at him afterwards, eyes glassy, staring at him like he hung the moon and stars. Your panties are always soaked through, and half the time he can’t help but sink down to his knees, tongue lapping over your clothed pussy until you cum into his mouth

• He’d never tell you, but he loves it when you’re bad. Can’t wait for the moments you play footsie in the kitchen as the 141 is trying to have their (infrequent but nice) team lunches, or when you waltz into his office when he’s on the phone, doing your best to distract him (and succeeding more often than not).

• He takes any excuse to punish you, pushing you down, cigar hanging lazily from his mouth, and revealing your skimpy little panties. He always gives you exactly what you need, relishes in your little pants and whimpers as you beg for him.

•“Sorry daddy, d-didn’t mean to be bad,” you cry as his palm comes down. Crack. He can’t remember why he gets to punish you, but he really doesn’t care as he gets to watch your ass ripple.

• “I know, baby,” he murmurs, rubbing his hand over the already blossoming bruise. “but you needta take your punishment like a good girl for daddy, yeah? Count for me.”

• He rocks against you, dick leaking in his trousers. You make it to 15 before you break, and he pulls you into his laps, kissing your tears away and telling you how good you were for him, how well you took it, so pretty for daddy

I’ve wanted to write daddy kink price so fuckin bad man tysm

#finally getting to the last of those Price asks and it feels so good #ask #anon ask #anon ill give you all the lil kisses #news ignores the prompt as always #john price x reader #price x reader #captain price

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adrift-in-thyme · 6 months

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Congrats on the follower milestone, Trin!! For the lil fanfic suggestions, how about Sky and Warriors bonding? I do love how you write emotional hurt/comfort, and it would be cool if Wars were the one comforting, but these are all just suggestions! No worries if you don't feel inspiration from this prompt :) Hope you're having a good day!

Tysm @unclemoriarty !! And thanks for the prompt! I love writing Wars and Sky, especially when it’s angsty ;) I hope you like what I came up with!

No warnings, just some angst

———————-

Sky brushes a hand roughly across his eyes, trying to do away with the moisture there. He doesn’t deserve to cry. Not after everything. But the Shadow’s words still echo in his mind, a sentence he never wanted to shoulder.

…and yet has for years now.

“Have you told them yet?” Crimson eyes gleam in his mind’s eye. Cool metal presses against his neck. “Have you told them that you are responsible for all their pain?

“Tell me, hero, have you informed them of the curse you allowed to take root in your souls?”

Seeing their faces had been the worst of it. Worse than the wounds the Shadow had inflicted, worse than the fear and pain. They had looked at him, questioning, confused, and all he could do in the aftermath was spew a choked explanation full of excuses.

“I should’ve stabbed him right then and there. I shouldn’t have given him the mercy of another moment of life.” That is what it really comes down to. His foolish belief that he had won, that he could spare the fading god a few more seconds to breathe his last.

Decency and morality are things he clings to. They’re what make him a hero. He has no plans to release them now. But…

He gazes out into the dim light of a cloudy day, wincing as even that much brightness assaults his aching eyes.

But in this moment he is beginning to think his decision was more pride than anything else. Or…perhaps it was just exhaustion. A yearning for it all to be over so he could go collapse in his friends’ waiting arms, safe at last.

It doesn’t matter either way. The point is that he failed. And now others must shoulder the repercussions of that failure.

“Hey, Sky.”

He jolts abruptly out of his thoughts, breath hitching. In an instant, he is on his feet. But it is only the captain standing there, looking a bit damp from the drizzling rain.

“Sorry,” he says, holding up his hands in a gesture of surrender, “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Sky shakes his head, forcing a smile onto his lips.

“It’s fine.”

He turns away, flopping defeatedly back down onto the ground. If Warriors knows it for the sign Sky means it to be, he doesn’t indicate as much. Instead, he comes to sit down beside him.

“It’s not a very pleasant day today, is it?”

Sky doesn’t answer, but he can feel the captain’s eyes on him, searching, questioning, perhaps even judging. He fights not to crumble before their scrutiny.

“No,” he croaks, finally, “it’s not.”

Warriors has turned now to gaze out into the endless gray. Sky still feels exposed, raw. Suddenly, he has the distinct yearning to claw out of his own skin.

For another agonizing thread of minutes it is quiet. Then, Warriors speaks, his voice soft.

“We aren’t angry at you, Sky.”

Sky looks down at his boots and doesn’t reply. The silence is agonizing, but speaking is far worse.

Warriors allows it for a short while more.

“Did I ever tell you how the War of Ages began?” He says, finally, still soft, far softer than the captain usually sounds.

Sky shakes his head. Warriors chuckles, short and bitter.

“I figured as much. Well, you should know…it started because of me.”

Sky’s eyes widen slightly. He turns to Warriors, but the captain is facing away still, expression carefully guarded.

“A woman named Cia became obsessed with me without me even knowing it. She attacked Hyrule to get what she wanted. I wouldn’t give in — and neither would anyone else — and in the end we defeated her. But to get there, to obtain a victory…”

He ducks his head, that hollow chuckle ringing out again. It tears Sky’s heart in two.

“It’s what it means to be a hero, Sky,” he murmurs. “To lose, to fail, if only to succeed in the end. We carry heavy burdens — every single one of us.”

Finally, he turns to Sky, a sad smile on his lips. Gently, he puts a hand on Sky's shoulder.

“But if we stick together we’ll be alright. Trust me.”

Sky swallows hard. Tears still pick at his eyes and the lump in his throat warns of the sobs that are still to come. Far away he can make out a dark haze amongst all the gray — rain approaching fast. He watches it through blurred eyes.

“I’m sorry about the war,” he says, quietly. It’s not enough — he knows it isn’t. What can he say to wash away Warriors’ guilt, his pain?

“Not your fault. And I didn’t tell you to gain your pity. I told you because I wanted you to know that I understand. And I know the others do too.” His arm is around Sky now, drawing him in, nudging away his barriers. “That’s why we don’t blame you. Why would we when we all bear our own guilt?”

Sky inhales shakily. The rain is even closer now. They will likely be soaked soon. But with Warriors warm and steady beside him, he can’t bring himself to care.

He doesn’t deserve this comfort. The war that had made Warriors a hero wouldn’t have even happened without his failure, after all. Yet, he feels incapable of pulling away.

“I’m sorry anyway,” he murmurs, thickly, because words are all he has to offer. “Even if you don’t blame me for the curse…I’m sorry.”

Warriors doesn’t reply. But he coaxes Sky closer until the Skyloftian is resting on his shoulder. And when the rain comes pouring down and Sky shatters beneath it, Warriors holds him tightly while he sobs.

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luveline · 2 years

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After reading your fic with the “you’re cheating on me prank” with James I was thinking how he would react with the “I think you could’ve been nicer to me today” prank.

No pressure btw in writing this but I just thought it would be cute <3

tysm for ur request! james being heartbroken at the prospect of hurting your feelings is my fave thing. 1k fem!reader

It starts as most of your bad ideas do — a video on the internet. Sent to you by a friend, the video shows a man being recorded covertly by their partner, a feminine voice in the background that says, “I think you could’ve been nicer to me today.”

The young man turns in confusion. “What?”

“I think you could’ve been nicer to me,” the feminine voice repeats forlornly.

“What did I do, babe?”

And so on. It’s harmless and looks fun enough, plus the man in the video tries very hard to give the person recording a cuddle, and you like hugs from James. You reckon he’ll give you one pretty quickly.

Or he might be totally clueless. Either way.

“Jamie,” you call out softly, stretched out in his bed.

You're waiting for the water to warm up for a shower, and he’s trying to fit in one last load of laundry before bed. It’s a normal Sunday night.

He appears, dark eyes wide with enough affection to make you consider cancelling this whole thing and pulling him in for a kiss. You stay strong.

“What?” he asks when you don’t say anything, hip propped against the doorway, arms crossing over his chest. “The water should be hot now.”

“I have something I want to say.”

He raised his eyebrows amusedly. “By all means, shortcake.”

You feign nervousness, sitting up off of his pillows.

He straightens in turn.

“I think you could’ve been nicer to me today,” you say, meeting his eyes.

His face flickers, expression changed from curious to unhappy. “What?” he asks.

“I just… I don’t know. I thought you could’ve been nicer.” Your voice trails into a murmur toward the end. It’s hard to sustain your facade when there’s real heartbreak dawning on his pert features.

James crosses the short distance from the door to his bed, tossing aside a big throw cushion so he can sit by your hip. He offers his hand to you, palm up.

You take it without thinking.

His other hand closes around your wrist. He bracelets your forearm and starts to rub warm lines up and down.

“Explain it to me,” he says. “I’m not disagreeing with you. Tell me what you mean.”

You search your memory for an example. It isn’t easy to find something, so you dramatise. “This morning,” you say slowly, putting the words together just milliseconds before you say them, “when we were getting ready, you didn't say anything about my choices. Usually you have something to say, and you didn't say anything." He'd been half asleep at the time. Poor boy. "And you didn't help me with the dishes earlier, either." That's true. Sorry, Jamie.

"I'm sorry," he says, and here's where the boyfriend you'd seen on the video starts spouting excuses. James doesn't do any of that, only pulls your arm closer to his chest looking unhappy. "I'll make it up to you, I promise."

You're quiet. It's hard to know what to say — the prank hadn't come with a script to follow.

James leaps to fill the gap. "I really loved what you wore today. I love how you dress. And I'm truly sorry about the dishes, you cooked, you shouldn't have had to do them too. I'm so grateful for all the things you do for me, I swear I won't- I don't take them for granted, shortcake."

"James," you say awkwardly.

"M'sorry," he says, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

You steal your arm from his hands and wrap your arms around him before he can move away. He sighs in relief and reciprocates fiercely, his face pushing eagerly into the crook of your neck.

You have to hype yourself up to say it, worried you've embarrassed him. "James, I'm so sorry-"

"Don't be." His arms tighten around you.

"No, I'm sorry, I saw this video on my phone and I thought it would be funny but you're being way too nice about it and-"

He's a smart boy. James pulls his face back from your neck, hands sliding to grip your hips. "What video?"

"Pass my phone," you say in defeat.

James' brows start to lift as the video plays. Understanding plays on his lips, and by the end of the video he's suppressing a smile.

"You're gonna kill me," he says, fixing you with a half-hearted glare.

You drop the phone and cradle his pretty face. "I know. You were being too gooey, I couldn't make you stop."

He smiles at you sweetly. Dark brown eyes, brown skin, he's the handsomest guy you've ever met and you're far from immune to his looks.

"Is that so…" he murmurs.

You get your hands behind his ears and drag him down for an apology kiss. "Sorry to trick you," you say.

His laugh is warm against your lips. "Between you and me, I think I'll get over it. Maybe." He works his hand under your t-shirt to squeeze at the soft dough of your hip. His hands move slowly like he's savouring the touch, fingers spreading and then coming together as he sighs into your mouth. You're thinking maybe you've gotten away with it when he pulls back.

"I'm still sorry for the dishes- for both. I should've told you how nice you looked this morning, and-"

"Baby," you say, thumb stroking his jaw, "you didn't have to. You wolf-whistled at me when I was coming down the stairs. And you," — you laugh, practically snort — "called me 'hot stuff' in Tesco's."

"You looked hot."

"That old woman didn't think so. She looked scandalised."

"She should be scandalised. The prettiest girl in the world was right there in the biscuit aisle."

You dissolve into lovesick giggles and tug him down with you, happy when he drops his weight into your chest, arms needling under your back.

"I'm gonna be so nice," he threatens.

"James."

"I'm gonna be the nicest. You're gonna be sick of it in no time."

"M'sorry," you say.

His stubble scratches your collar bone as he gets comfortable. "I love you. I love you." He kisses your throat. "You're beautiful. And you dress like a fox."

"A fox," you repeat, near giddy.

"And you won't be doing dishes again."

"...Ever?"

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Lookism boys living together HCs

Ft. Daniel, Vasco, Jay, Zack, Jake, Johan (<33 ahem-), Eli, Warren, Samuel, Gun and Goo (because why not?) if I forgot to add someone maybe i’ll add it later

Overall HCs for them

DG is the Boss at home, why? Because I say so and he just gives me that kinda vibe😌

Vasco does most of the work in the garden 🪴

Zack doesn’t do anything at all but he will clean up if he’s told to

Daniel tried to help out here and there, wherever he can

Gun and Goo make money so they’re excused from doing housework

Eli takes care of Yenna so he doesn’t have to do a lot of work but he’ll still help clean

Warren helps Vasco in the garden 🪴

Johan cleans the clothes (guys he knows how to use a washing machine 🥹)

Samuel takes care of finances and all the paperwork 📄

Jake cooks and cleans

Everyone (except Jay)plays with Eden and Miro much to Johans distress

My HCs for Gun & Goo and Gun & Samuel

* Gun and Goo share a room (obviously-)

* They always argue so DG had to separate them

* Now Gun shares a room with Samuel (because Samuel practically begged DG to put the two of them together)

* Goo sleeps in the basement…alone. (no one wanted to be in a room with him for safety reasons)

* Gun visits Goo‘s room in the basement from time to time

* Gun‘s room is extremely minimalist and organized

* Goo sleeps in the basement but it doesn’t look like a basement at all… his room is very…flashy

My HCs for Jake & Sammy and Jake & Johan

* Samuel used to share a room with Jake

* They literally had the „You can’t cross this line…here…this is my territory, there…that’s your territory“-thing (people who used to share a room with siblings will understand)

*you know this meme? that’s how their room looks like

* After Samuel moved to Gun‘s Room Jake now shares a room with Johan

* Jake always tries to start a conversation with Johan but Johan usually ignores him

* From time to time they hold some conversations though and I feel like Johan would rant a lot and Jake would listen

* Johan would feel bad for ranting though so he’d probably do something for Jake in return like fold his clothes

* Jake likes to play with Eden and Miro a lot and although Johan didn’t want it at first he doesn’t care anymore

My HCs for Danny & Zack

* Daniel and Zack share a room

* Zack often visits Johans room but Johan always tells him off

* What more can I say about Zack and Danny? They’re bffs

* Daniel cleans Zacks things from time to time

* They sleep on a bunk bed because bunk beds are cool

* Sometimes they talk until deep into the night until the people next to their room tell them to shut the fuck up

My HCs for Vasco & Warren

* Vasco shares a room with Warren

* They hardly talk

* Vasco always tells Warren a lot of things and Warren listens

* Vasco somehow managed to completely misunderstand the things Warren says since he leaves out a lot of words

* They still get along well

My HCs for Eli & Yenna (and Yenna & everyone else)

* Eli is in a room with yenna

* he always tries his best to fulfill her needs

* whenever yenna cries everyone comes rushing into the room (because yenna is the queen and everyone should love her 💯 …except Sammy, Goo and Johan they just put on headphones)

* Yenna runs around in the house a lot and everyone tries their best to take care of her (even Sammy, Goo and Johan try not to hurt her and sometimes take care of her as well)

My HCs for Jay

* Jay! I forgot Jay!

* he sleeps alone because he’s rich 💵

* but he visits danny in his room a lot

* sleeps over in danny’s room too

My HCs for DG

* DG sleeps alone in a big no huu~uge bedroom

* his room is like four times as big as the others rooms (and just twice as big as Gun‘s and Sammy’s room)

* I imagine his room to be like royalty style if you know what I mean

* he rarely leaves his room

I’ll do some more HCs next time maybe and writing is not my forte but i’m still glad if you read until now! tysm for reading! 💖💕

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NOT IN LOVE; Fernando Alonso | 02; SOCIAL MEDIA IS WILD

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March 26, Saudi Arabia

The heat emanating from the Jeddah Corniche Circuit triggers a terribly bad mood in me. When Toto asked me to wait for him and Susie so that the three of us could enter the paddock and so I could introduce myself to his wife, I didn't think I would have to wait for them under the 30º C sun. Still, in the meantime, I watch the fans arrive excitedly, running after every familiar face they recognize and becoming disappointed when they are ignored.

What a bitch, it doesn't cost them anything to stop for a second.

Well, in fact, it's not just a second if they stop with each person who approaches, it's a lifetime, and even I would be lazy.

“Victoria!” calls the voice of my boss behind me, accompanied by his wife who smiles when she sees me. Both are very elegant and give off that vibe to old-money to which I aspire. “Sorry to keep you waiting, you know how chaotic this is.”

"Yeah, it's okay," I simply respond before addressing the blonde. “I'm Victoria, Toto has told me a lot about you.”

“Just like you!” Susie exclaims in a friendly tone. The three of us begin to walk together towards the entrance of the paddock and that seems to attract the attention of several photographers who are waiting hungrily to have an exclusive photo of whoever crosses their path. "I hope you like the cameras, Vicky, because you're about to be in the public eye," she whispers mockingly and I decide to humor her, not getting upset by the nickname but, still, being aware of the bitterness it generates in me.

“Me? If they don't even know me, they'll look for you," I respond, laughing, a grimace that fades when I feel one of the lenses take photos of me. Not Toto or Susie, but me.

"You are a beautiful and single woman as far as I know, it won't take long for them to try to find you a partner," she explains, not in a spiteful or malicious way but as a warning. “Welcome to the world of the Formula 1 circus.”

“What's happening?” questions my boss “Have you regretted it yet?”

"No, but this wasn't in my contract," I remind him with a smile, clearly joking.

I went ahead of them, claiming that I had to finish organizing a couple of things on their agenda before the day started. I sneak as fast as I can to my team's garage to lock myself in there and get away from the cameras. What I was missing was for my mother to start getting desperate about wanting to use me as the face of the family business because of this.

I can already imagine her bragging about this to her friends while she is privately criticizing me, saying that I should do more with my life than just bring coffee. I already know her, but just as I know her, I learned not to care about anything she said, not even when she questioned me that I would have a shitty life if I dedicated myself to being a secretary.

My life before was different, yes. Better? I'm not sure but it is different. However, after my boyfriend broke up with me and got engaged to another woman four months later, with my brother supporting his decision, my dreams began to change.

It's not an excuse to justify the 180º turn I made but it's okay to take the time you need and slow down to put things in perspective. Redirect you. Was that what I wanted in my life? At that time, yes. I loved my job as global Human Resources Director at Repsol and then returned home and settled for the crumbs of affection that David, my boyfriend, gave me. But, now that he left me and I left my job, my dreams have changed, or perhaps, I've just replaced the old ones with news and improved ones that show me how much I can do without the need for some idiot to constantly validate me.

"Excuse me, Miss Cruz," one of the girls calls me shyly and I smile at her so she can speak with confidence. I don't know how long I was in my head but it seems like it was long enough for my frown to be noticeable for miles.

"Victoria is fine," I say before letting her speak.

“Clear. I wanted to tell you that when I arrived, this was on one of the tables,” she tells me, handing me a small wooden paper bag. “It has your name so I kept it.”

"Oh, thank you," I exclaim, confused. I look at the bag carefully until the seal that decorates it catches my attention: Bake-sonalities.

¿Bake-sonalities?

How did this get here?

I open the packaging carefully and look at the contents. The smell of the cinnamon cookie fills my nostrils, making me inhale and let out a sigh when I feel it. Hell, I'd pay Evie every day if it made me have cookies every day.

When I went with Ale I didn't have the opportunity to buy the cinnamon ones because there were no more so perhaps it was a gesture from her to try them. How nice, I'll thank her later.

I start eating it accompanied by the coffee I was drinking and enjoy the intense flavor exploding in my mouth. I would eat this every day.

“Toto!” I called him when he saw him arrive, remembering that I had to say something to him. “In half an hour you have to go to the press room for an interview with several of the other directors.”

“Is that the one they are going to record for Netflix?”

"No, that's going to be a while, I promise to let you know in advance for mental preparation," I mock.

“It will not only be mental preparation, someone has to tell Horner things to his face. Hey, by the way, what smells so good?”

“They are cookies from a pastry shop in London, you should go. The other day I went with a friend, I bought a dozen for myself and they were my dinner.”

“Were your dinner cookies?”

“You would understand if you tried them. Look, take a piece,” I offer and he cuts off a piece of cookie. Toto and I didn't have the best of starts. At first, it was difficult for me to keep up with the hundreds of meetings he has per day with the different sectors of the company, but once I managed to adapt, our relationship improved a lot.

"I'm not a big fan of this type of sweet," he admits before putting it in his mouth and testing the flavor. “Wow.”

“I know! They are delicious.”

“When you want to look good with your boss, you already know what to buy him.”

“And when my boss wants to look good with his secretary, you know what to buy him too.”

"Don't go too far, Cruz," he replies gracefully. “By the way, I hope you like the photos they took of you because your face is all over Twitter.”

“You don't pay me for this, Mr. Wolff, if you want me to be the face of the company you have to change my contract.”

“Talking about contracts. The other day, when Fernando went to the office,” I look at him with intrigue as I can't imagine what he might say, “I overheard some of the conversation but since you had it under control I didn't want to intrude and... I wanted to inform you that there is no clause that indicates that you cannot date people from other teams but you still have the confidentiality clause that…”

"I know my contract, Toto," I inform him. “I was a Human Resources Director before working here, I know how to read what they offer me. Anyway, I don't hang out with people from other teams, it's unethical. Well, what can I say, I don't date people and that's it.”

“Come on, Victoria, you are young, you should take advantage of that.”

“Passed. I'm fine without anyone bothering me.”

“Yes, but when you fall in love that person is anything but annoying and, if he is, you would consider him cute.”

“All that until the pink lens with which you see your partner breaks and you notice that she is actually annoying.”

“It depends on how you look at it but I think you won't know until you feel it.”

You won't know until you feel it.

As if I hadn't loved someone so much to the point of believing that it was what gave meaning to life.

As if I hadn't let the love I felt break me in two, making my heart accelerate uncontrollably.

As if I hadn't felt like I went to war and came back.

"You're right," I decide to play along so he'll leave me alone because I'm not able to imagine myself in a situation like the one my boss described again. I can't imagine anyone falling in love with even the parts that bother me the most. Not when those parts outweigh the few good ones I have. “We should go, today is a long day,” I put half of my cookie in my wallet and leave the garage accompanied by Toto.

(...)

Once I get back to the hotel and take a shower, I decide to call Ale since I wouldn't see her this weekend. As far as I understand, Sebastian had to process something about his divorce, so she would stay at home in peace.

“Victoria! There you are, how have you been?” she asks when our faces meet on the screen.

“You have no idea how hot it is in this fucking place. I swear, it's disgusting.”

"You're in a bad mood, message received," she mocks. “I'm sure it can't be that bad.”

“It's terrible but it doesn't end there. I was known by the friendly Twitter community and now there are photos of me with teenagers saying how cute I am, which doesn't bother me because it's true but there are several comments that are horrible. They are idiots.”

"Don't look at the networks," she recommends. “They are wild. They will eat you alive for whatever reason and especially on Twitter.”

“Yes, neither on Thursday nor yesterday did they recognize me and today because they wanted to socialize they took photos of me. The key is to stop talking to people,” I dramatize.

“No, don't be stupid. You'll see that everything will be fine,” someone talking to Ale catches his attention and mine too. I thought I was alone.

"But dad said I could eat one," a childish voice whispers.

"I already let you eat two and I told you that the previous one was the last, girls," she explains patiently. “When dad comes back we'll convince him to let you have another one, but that's enough for today, okay?”

“Can we talk to your friend?” asks another little voice in the same tone. Ale smiles at them, nodding and two girls can be seen on the screen.

"Hello, girls," I greet them sweetly and they seem embarrassed. “I'm Victoria, Ale's friend.”

"They are Seb's daughters," she informs. “I'm taking care of them while…”

"While dad is divorcing mom," explains the one who seems to be the oldest. “My name is Emily.”

“And I am Matilda,” the girl with blonde curls introduces herself next to her. “Do you know my dad?”

“In fact, I work in the same sport as him but I only saw him once because Ale introduced him to me.”

“Ah, yeah. And what are you going to give her for her birthday?”

“Whom?”

"Ale," Matilda answers obviously. I look at the Italian with intrigue and she explains.

“My birthday is April 8th but I don't know if I will do anything. You know these are difficult days,” complicated days equal difficult times with Sebastian and his divorce. “I would love to do something but I don't know.”

“I hate my birthday, I´ve never enjoyed any. They only mean gifts bought by my parents' secretaries, ostentatious parties and posh people who don't even know who the birthday girl is. April 19th was never my day”

"That can change..." Ale exclaims with a smile and the little girls support her.

“If you don't like your birthday we can have a girls' night!”

“With movies!”

“And skincare!”

“And lots of desserts from Evie!” the little ones squeal with excitement, which makes me laugh. I never had much contact with children throughout my life but, for some reason, I get along very well with them when they are around me.

"Well, it sounds like the perfect plan to me," my friend confirms. "What do you say?" Vettel's bright eyes make me completely melt before them and give in. That girls' night out doesn't have to turn into a birthday celebration.

"I would love to," I tell the girls. “Oh, Ale, I didn't tell you. I tried Evie's cinnamon cookie, it's delicious.”

“And where did you get it from?”

“Well, you sent it to me, right?” the Italian remains recalculating for a second before her usual smile appears on her face.

“Of course yes. I'm glad you liked it.”

“What hadn't been...?” Emily begins to ask and her sister tells her to shut up.

“We have to hang up, okay? It's time to prepare dinner and you should rest. Goodbye, say goodbye, girls,” without giving me a chance to reply, Ale hung up the call.

March 27, Saudi Arabia

On race day everything seems like a hurricane: Toto is stressed, the drivers are stressed, the engineers are stressed. I think I'm the only calm one here, although the pressure of the environment is slowly starting to affect me. Despite that, and not being a sports fan, a tingle appears in my stomach when I see and feel the cars up close.

“Toto, can I bring you a decaf or something fresh?” I offer before leaving the garage in search of an escape.

"A Whiskey on the Rocks wouldn't hurt," he jokes in an attempt to relax. “I accept the decaf, thank you.”

This Grand Prix brought many controversial opinions with it, including a near suspension of the race in the face of what appeared to be a terrorist attack nearby on Friday, but no one can deny how beautiful the illuminated track looks.

Walk through the area pit to look for coffee in the farthest place I can find while I eat the rest of yesterday's cookie. It's already a little hard but still delicious. I pass by the garages of Ferrari, McLaren and Alpine, whose color stands out among the rest. Or maybe it's just Alonso's clown face printed everywhere that stands out. I still can't believe that a forty-year-old man would be so immature as to...

"Fuck," I complain when I collide with someone because of that Asturian asshole. “Sorry, I wasn't looking.”

"Neither do I, so we're even," the boy with the French accent and the pilot's suit helps me get up from the ground with an awkward smile. I bend down again to look for the wrapping that I had also dropped and that seems to catch his attention.

“You know about Bake-sonalities!? It's my girlfriend's bakery, she's the owner.”

“You're Evie's boyfriend!” I say once I connect the dots in my head. "I'm obsessed with your girlfriend's cookies," I tell him and it's a matter of a second to realize that that phrase sounded better in my head. “That didn't sound good at all.”

“Not at all!” he answers laughing. “I can't believe you brought cookies for the race.”

“Oh, no, it was a gift.”

“A gift...?” the boy opens his mouth with clear surprise. The nervousness invading his body was evident and impossible to hide. “Excuse me, what is your name?”

"Victoria," I introduce myself, extending my hand for him to shake and, although he does, his grip is loose as he continues with such a surprise.

“I'm Esteban, Evie's boyfriend. And I... you…” he hesitates and looks repeatedly towards his team's garage. “I hope you liked the cinnamon cookie. I have to go... do driver things with my partner. Goodbye,” the Frenchman says goodbye. Since I started working here I have experienced many strange situations but this is another level.

Once I decide to focus on looking for the coffee I was trying to find, I return to the garage so as not to miss a single second of the start of the race. Toto had given me some headphones so that I could become more familiar with, according to him, the language used on the track. As the race goes by, my expectation rises higher and higher, as does the adrenaline that consumes my body every time I hear one of the vehicles approaching for a quick tire change.

“But is this guy an idiot or what? He didn't go once in boxes and he intends to fight against Hamilton," I accidentally complained out loud. Those present raise their eyes from the screen and look at me with surprise. Everyone knows I don't have the slightest idea what to do to win a race or whatever we're trying to do. “Sorry.”

"Welcome to the team, Victoria," congratulates my boss and several of the people who surrounded us, and with whom we usually share some moments during the weekend, patting my shoulder, following the joke.

I spent the rest of the race in silence, embarrassed that I said something wrong or that someone didn't like me. The Mercedes drivers weren't able to get on the podium at this circuit either, so Tuesday will be a long day at the office with Toto looking for culprits. I decided to leave when I noticed that I was beginning to have leftovers in the garage with my boss's permission, of course. Luckily, the parking lot is almost empty as several fans left the circuit several hours ago.

The flashing lights of the car next to mine catch my attention and I notice the owner when I turn around. Fernando looks defeated. I'm not sure if it's because of the shitty race he had or because that same shitty race fucked him up physically. He doesn't seem to notice me until I unlock my car too. We don't say anything or greet each other, we just stare at each other for a few seconds before he decides to break what seemed like a trance on the part of both of us. I smile kindly at him before getting into the vehicle and heading to my hotel for the last time of the weekend. However, I can't help but wonder what becomes of Fernando on nights like these.

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oc in 15: holland townsend

rules: share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

thank you for tagging me @grapecaseschoices! 💜

…apparently all I do is give Holland sprawling internal monologues (she contains multitudes…of bottled up anxieties), so this was actually a bit harder than I expected.

— 1) “It's actually very cool of me to have a chalk talk prepared about the Muppets."

2) "Shut up, please?" she amended sweetly.

3) “Well, my therapists have always said I have a talent for intellectualizing my emotions.”

4) "Oh, good. My usual metric for whether someone is a reasonably decent person is if they're nice to my dog, so if you were like, stalking me or something, it would totally invalidate my entire system.”

5) “She said being a parent didn’t come naturally to her. Like I was a hobby she was considering taking up instead of her fucking daughter.”

6) “I am half sweat, half limp irritation.”

7) "You know, when I imagined this scenario, I was a lot more articulate."

8) “You are driving me insane. I’m just wondering if I should be concerned.”

9) "I make you breakfast one time and that's the deciding factor in whether you tell me you're in love with me?"

10) “I love that you bring me books instead of flowers.”

11) "Honestly, if she were anyone's mother but mine, I would be sympathetic."

12) “One never knows what skills might prove useful given the right situation, agent.”

13) "Everything is debatable. If you approach a conversation from a perspective of curiosity—"

14) “Don’t worry: like apparently everything else about you, I find your surprisingly transparent deflection tactics utterly charming.”

15) “Who ever said you could trust my heart?”

— idk who's done/not done this and my brain is Tired, so if you haven't and you want to: I tagged you in my heart please info-dump about your ocs to me tysm <333

(and like, if you wanted to talk to me about any of these, I would only love the excuse to spiral aloud. I am, of course, never not spiraling internally.)

#the holland brainrot is terminal i fear #like half of these are from wips whoops #also we are *ricocheting* between banter and mommy issues here today sheesh #oc: holland townsend #tag games

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flowercitti · 9 months

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Hello!! Could I request something about Astarion realizing he doesn’t actually like sex and trying to explain his feelings to Tav (or Cas if you’d like)? His line about not wanting anyone to see him in a sexual way anymore gives me ace spectrum vibes and I’d love to see something about it!

Tysm for the ask I love this idea! Here’s another little thing for Cas and Astarion.

Fluff/Angst/Named Male Tav

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Astarion is pacing.

Astarion does not pace—usually. Except for when he does, like now, and he could nearly convince himself that he’s already worked a dent in the inn’s floor. He rubs another anxious hand through his silvery curls, soft from a recent wash and his skin pleasantly warm from the water. Casmir is likely held up somewhere downstairs, distracted by talking with his other companions when he should be finding something to eat.

Astarion huffs quietly at the thought. Casmir is—kind, first and foremost. A bleeding heart, oftentimes, but a heart that Astarion has grown rather fond of nonetheless. And ever since they’ve reached Baldur’s Gate, Astarion has found that he’s far less grieved by assisting him in his quest to make everyone happy. He whines far less about it, at least.

Because Casmir has quickly shifted from manipulation target to a—lover, friend, companion. And somehow, somewhere, he decided that Astarion was the man he wanted to build something with.

And it’s all been rather lovely, Astarion thinks. Perhaps more than he had expected or hoped for.

He didn’t have much of a frame of reference to compare Casmir to, of course, not when his parade of lovers were excluded to nights that ended in their deaths. But what he has with Casmir is—different. Wholly unique in its own right. Astarion cares about them more than he ever has for another person before, and the thought is still just a little terrifying.

And even if Astarion still doesn’t quite understand it, it was obvious that Casmir cared about him too.

So there he laid with a new problem—intimacy. Sex. Fucking. Whatever you wished to bloody call it.

They’ve never gone further than a kiss in the weeks that have passed. Heavy petting, at most. That was all fine and good, so long as Astarion got to keep his clothes on, and Casmir was soft and gentle with him. Never pushed too hard, never asked for more, always looked so damn sappy when Astarion so much as leaned their shoulders together. But the thing was, Astarion is certain that if he had asked to do more, Casmir would want it.

Astarion is not stupid. There are times where Casmir has had to excuse himself after a particularly long feeding session, or before bed after a bout of kissing, and he would return with the scent of arousal but an angelic, beatific smile on his soft features. He would look flushed, his eyes burning honey-gold, but would only curl up against Astarion and fall asleep without a word of it.

So he’s certainly been aroused by Astarion before, but he’s never suggested that they do anything more than what Astarion has already been willing to. Casmir always keeps his hands above the belt, never touches him without asking, only kisses him after Astarion has already given him permission.

Casmir would never force him to do anything more, Astarion knows that much. He has no fears that lay in that field. But it doesn’t stop the guilt from gnawing low in his gut. The idea that he’s depriving Casmir of something he wants, of something that if he asked anyone who wasn't Astarion, they could so easily provide him.

And Astarion has seen the way the others have looked at Casmir—had seen the way Halsin propositioned him at camp. The only true surprise there was that Casmir had turned him down. Somehow, it had nearly made Astarion feel worse. To know that Casmir was too kind to search anyone else out, that it was only Astarion that they wanted.

And their room has a perfectly nice, large, and plush bed. Astarion is not blind to the possibilities such an occasion could warrant. It’s not often they stay in a fine inn such as this, the sheets a deep royal blue, the comforter’s white with golden accents. The room smells like Casmir and the candles he had lit, bathing the walls in a soft orange glow, the fresh scent of flowers from the bouquets on the bedsides.

A lovely atmosphere, comparatively.

Casmir might be—expecting things from him. Things Astarion isn’t sure he can give him.

He doesn’t think he wants sex with anyone, ever. The thought sits low in his gut—cold, tight and rotten. He can’t force himself to do it at this point, not with how Casmir would see through him immediately, not when Astarion cares for him far too much to even try. It would upset Casmir just as much as it would him, and he’s quite sure of that.

So he’s resigned himself to saying it outright. Or, trying to. He’s never said the words aloud before. The thought is horribly daunting.

His uncharacteristic fretting is interrupted with footsteps in the hallway, already familiar to Astarion, and he’s opening the door already.

Casmir nearly stumbles into him from surprise, but his expression quickly morphs into a fond smile, his eyes going bright.

“Astarion.” He breathes, and the vampire doesn’t think he’ll ever grow used to the lovely way he says his name. Like a prayer, like his final words. “Ah—sorry for taking so long. I think I got a little distracted.”

He raises his tray, full of fruits and cheeses and slices of meat, “But I brought food! The lady was very insistent that I bring enough back for my lover, you know. I don’t know how she knew I had one…”

Astarion hums, giving him an indulgent look as he allows the tiefling to enter the room, Casmir’s boot shutting the door behind him, “Darling, I’d hate to disappoint you, but you know that I don’t eat mortal food.”

Casmir pauses at that, his deep indigo face already wine-flushed. “Oh.” He waits just a moment, placing the tray on the inn’s desk, “Astarion, I think I might have been swindled. Just a bit.” He says very seriously and Astarion melts into breathy laughter.

He slowly reaches up, pushing a lock of dark hair from Casmir’s face, nearly shivering when Casmir meets his gaze. Hellfire eyes of honey, his face set with soft lines. But Astarion watches as his expression shifts, his head pressing into Astraion’s touch as their bright eyes flicker over his face.

“What’s wrong?” Casmir murmurs, his infernally heated skin warm against Astarion’s palm, “You look worried about something.”

Astarion nearly huffs, awful nerves and a horrible fondness both swelling inside of him, “It seems I can never get a single thing past you, can I?”

Casmir looks very proud of that, fangs peeking from behind his dark lips. Astarion traces his jaw, thoughts swirling in his head, throat working around a thick swallow. Casmir is patient even through his concern, looking perfectly content to wait, a pleased cat under Astarion’s careful petting. It soothes Astarion, to touch him this way, simple and without being a precursor to something more. Casmir makes it easy.

His thumb rests on the tiefling’s bottom lip and he sucks in a breath he doesn’t need, meeting warm golden eyes.

“I’ve just been—thinking, recently. About us. And the—the things that I’m comfortable with doing.”

Casmir seems to perk up at his words, listening intently with a bright gaze, almost nerve-wracking in its intensity.

“And…well, you mean the world to me. You’re quite a big part of what little I’ve had of it. I couldn’t possibly trade what we have, not for anything. There’s so much you’ve already done for me, whether you were being kind or thoughtful or just—just treating me like a person.” He continues with a soft chuckle, resisting the urge to fidget, though he so horribly wants to find some way to hide. He looks away, his fangs pricking over his bottom lip so he doesn’t have to see Casmir’s hellfire eyes.

“Everything we’ve done together has been so different from what I had experienced before. And it’s been rather lovely—you’re lovely. But there’s still some things that I—I can’t give you. That I can’t give anyone.” He sighs, uncertain if he’s comforted by Casmir’s careful, patient silence or not. “And I can’t have you expecting it or waiting for it. Because I don’t think—I don’t think I’ll ever want it.”

The words feel like a weight has been lifted off of his chest. Like he’s finally begun to breathe again after years spent underwater. He blinks with a slow breath, nearly shuddering in the silence.

He finally looks back at Casmir to find that his honey eyes are glassy and wet.

Astarion’s mouth immediately parts with a shocked breath, unable to stop his brows from furrowing in confusion, “Darling, are you crying?”

Casmir sniffles sadly, “No.” He sniffles again, his face still flushed, “Yes.” He clears his throat, scrubbing at his eyes with a smile, “I’m just really glad you told me. I didn’t realize you were so worried about that.”

Astarion shifts on his feet, peering up at Casmir nervously, but he still finds himself laughing softly, a thumb smoothing over Casmir’s warm cheek. His silly, achingly sincere and candid tiefling.

“So then, what do you…think? About continuing as we have?” He asks quietly, pressing his lips together, still feeling just slightly unsteady with nerves.

“I only want what you want.” Casmir says with little pause, firm and infused with his ever pleasant warmth, “Whatever that means for you, and whatever has you happy and comfortable.” Casmir’s hand raises between them in question, never a demand, and Astarion gratefully takes it.

“And if that means that we never have sex, then that’s what we’ll do.” He says it simply, in that same tone he does everything else. Like he had considered his words and does not waste them.

Astarion swallows, “But you want it, don’t you? I know you don’t sneak off just to play patty-cake with the woodland creatures when things get hot and heavy.” He scoffs, his tone more terse than he means it, “I know that you’d like sex and I don’t want you to—to deprive yourself of it for me.”

Casmir snorts indelicately, his softened features bright with amusement but also set firmly, “I wouldn't lie to you and say that I don’t enjoy sex. I would have liked it with you, had you ever asked. But I love you for so much more than that. I’m happy with this. Just this and nothing more. You certainly have no obligations to me in that regard.”

Casmir’s fingers squeeze gently over his, his grip careful and loving. Astarion works his jaw, throat nearly closing around a swallow. His breath shudders out of him, lashes flickering, “Do you truly meant that?”

And of course Casmir does—he’s no liar, especially not to Astarion, but maybe he just wants to hear it again—

“I do. More than I’ve ever meant anything else. You’re far more than just sex, Astarion. You make me happy, just as you are.” He tries to catch the elf’s gaze, his eyes like bright pools of honey, “And I’d do anything just to have this and keep it.”

Astarion laughs and it’s strangely wet, stuttering uncomfortably in his chest, but accompanying that is—relief. All encompassing and nearly dizzying, Astarion's head feeling suddenly light, his eyes fluttering.

“You’re a terribly sweet thing, my dear.” He sniffs delicately, Casmir’s fingers smoothing down the length of Astarion’s wrist. Casmir smiles at him, a flash of white teeth as he pets at his skin, pressing warmth into Astarion’s undead flesh.

Casmir bites at his bottom lip then, his face flushed a deep blue, “You needn't worry yourself about any of this. You will never have to do anything you wouldn’t want to with me. I swear it.”

Astarion smiles, reaching up to playfully take Casmir’s chin between his fingers, “Aren’t you just a tart—lovely thing that you are.” But with a soft breath he says more sincerely, “Thank you. That means…more than you could ever know.”

Casmir smiles easily, his face opening with genuine joy. “And anyway, I was thinking…” he starts, holding both of Astarion’s hands in his own now, “You bought that poetry book recently, and we have a nice, big bed to lay in for the night. Indulge me in reading it aloud?”

Astarion huffs with quiet surprise, though he entertains Casmir, looking up at him through dark lashes, “You’re hardly interested in my dark poetry, darling.”

Casmir makes a pitched humming sound, “Maybe not. But I like your voice and you love dramatically reciting the stanzas. I always like listening to you.”

If Astarion were prone to blushing, he thinks that he would have.

“Ah. You certainly make a compelling argument, when you say it like that. Though I think you’ll find yourself regretting admitting to that.”

Casmir laughs, slowly bringing Astarion’s knuckles to his lips, giving him time to pull away should he wish. Astarion never does, but the choice being there is enough to make his ribs ache.

“I don’t think that I will.” He says simply, lips moving in a whisper of breath over Astarion’s skin.

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Thank you sm for reading! Requests are still open for anyone who’s interested 🫶🌸🤍

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average-vibe · 5 months

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~You First~

Pairing: Tom Simons X Fem!Reader

Summary: Friends to lovers w Tommy

Genre: fluffffffff

TW: cursing

Request: “OMG I ABSOLUTELY LOVE LOVE *LOVE* TAUNT!!!! CAN WE PLEASE GET BLESSED WITH A TOMMY VERSION, ITS ALL I NEED TO SEE IN LIFE I SWEAR OH MY GOD THIS BLOG IS HEAVEN”

AN: Hi! i loved this request! basically it’s the same storyline as taunt but some parts are written differently! hope you love it! tysm for the love 🫶 (also this pic of tommy is so cute omg)

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BANG

You sighed with a smile as you picked out the blue top you were planning to wear.

BANG

“TOMMY! GIVE ME 2 MINUTES!” you shouted, pulling the shirt over your body. You grabbed your shoes and bag, and head out of the door, where you saw tommy. His hair disheveled and shirt wrinkly. He looked messy. but also cute.

“Geez, Simons. Did you wake up 3 seconds ago?” you playfully asked, looking at him up and down.

Tom rolled his eyes. “At least I’m not 20 minutes late!” he excused, pulling his hair, making it look slightly less terrible. “And i was going to say that i liked your shirt, but i guess not.”

you rolled your eyes, cheeks slightly turning into a pink color. “Fine. I guess your shoes look alright.” you said it in a reluctant tone, but in reality, his shoes did look good. They were your favorite color, after all.

“Good, we’re even.” Tommy said, walking over to his car and opening the door for you. “M’lady,” he spoke, giving a bow.

“Thank you, kind gentleman!” you responded in the same tone.

This was how it always was. You and Tommy playing with eachother, wanting to make the other one smile or laugh. it was just the way everything was supposed to be. How you and him wanted it.

Well, how he wanted it.

obviously, you loved him. He was one of the things you lived for, at this point. But you had always wanted more. You loved him so much you didn’t know what to do with yourself. If you weren’t so stubborn, you would say you were in love with him.

But those thoughts had to stay in your head. You couldn’t ruin the friendship over some selfish desires.

“Hey, earth to YN.” Tommy said, hopping into the car. “Pretty sure this is the quietest you’ve ever been.” he joked, making you fool your eyes with a smile.

“Mhm. You should try it sometime. It’s peaceful.”

“Oh, is it?”

“Yup.”

“Only for you.” he flirted, smirking at you. Oh course, tommy would change a playful conversation into a flirtatious one in a matter of seconds. you blushed.

“Shut up, Tom.”

Tommy POV

As the two of you rode down the road, on the way to a Café taht you had convinced him to try, Tom couldn’t help but to glance at you. You had just become so pretty after so many years. He had always thought you were pretty, but somehow, you kept on getting more and more beautiful as time wore on.

“What?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

Shit.

You had caught him staring.

“Keep your eyes on the road, Simons.” You reminded him, Toms cheeks flushing red.

“Can’t help it sometimes, YN.” Tommy said, regretting the words as they left his mouth.

He ignored your body turning towards him in shock, eyes blown wide.

“What did you say?” you asked.

“I dunno. Didn’t say nothing.” Tommy replied, nervously fidgeting as he drove.

“Yeah, you did. I heard you!” You said, smiling now. “I heard what you said!” you said in a sing-song voice.

“If you heard, what did i say?” he asked, smirking.

“You said that i was pretty! You can’t keep your pretty little eyes on me can you?”

“You think my eyes are pretty?”

“I’ll answer when you answer mine.” you retorted, a sly smile on your face.

“You first.”

“No way!”

Tommy kept silent at that for once, eyes kept on the road. The car ride was quiet for the rest of the time, small glances being shared between the two of you.

Reader POV

You watched Tommy order as you paid and sat down. Eventually, he sat down next to you. “Gonna talk or just gonna stare?” you asked, smirking.

“I think i’m just gonna stare.” he answered, smiling lightly at you. You blushed at that, looking down.

“In case you haven’t noticed, i like you. a lot. And i wasn’t planning on telling you like this, either.” He said, almost so quiet you couldn’t hear.

“I like you too, Tommy. I have for a while now.”

His small smile turned into a wide grin, eyes bright.

“You do?”

“Of course.”

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AN: HEY BBGS! HOPE U LOVED IT!

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