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mclarengf · 3 months

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la vida es tan dulce (contigo)

race day with dad!logan sargeant

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note: woooow this got out of hand quick… well, enjoy my first proper full length fic! #didntknowhowtofinish x

“come on honey, time to go,” your boyfriend calls into the hotel room, still holding the door open for your daughter.

lottie sargeant, every bit her dad’s lookalike, runs out, a tiny hand placed above the cap on her head to prevent it from falling.

you stifle a laugh at her mild panic, readjusting the purse on your shoulder as you follow her out. logan closes the door behind him and holds out his arm for you to take. lottie, seeing you’re both ready to go, leads the way to the elevator, hitting the down button as if to summon it faster.

you squeeze her hand as you step in, “are you excited, lottie baby?”

she grins up at you and nods, seemingly too happy for words.

“you’re gonna do amazing too, honey.”

logan looks up at this and shoots you a nervous smile. he’d qualified p14 the day before, a genuinely impressive result for the twisty streets of monaco.

“all thanks to my lucky charm,” he’d said afterwards, kissing the top of lottie’s head in thanks.

“i’ll just be happy if i can stay p14, y’know?” he says now, fidgeting with his watch, “at least it’s pretty tricky to overtake here.”

“daddy’s gonna win!” lottie, having regained the ability to speak now, wraps herself around logan’s leg, a hug of support. logan laughs at her blind faith and pats her head as he leads her out of the elevator and out to the street.

“thank you, baby, i’m gonna try so hard just for you, yeah?”

williams had managed to get you holed up in a hotel only a couple of blocks away from the paddocks, so you’re walking a bit slower than your family because of the heels you’re wearing, having wanted to dress up a bit for the prestigious monaco grand prix. lottie, who’s now found herself atop her dad’s shoulders, develops a system of tapping the top of his head whenever she looks back and you’re a bit too far behind for her liking, so that he stops and you get an opportunity to catch up.

although lottie’s brilliant stratagem means you get there a few minutes later than planned, you all eventually arrive at the paddock entrance. logan puts your daughter down to grab his pass as rifle around in your purse for yours.

“lottie, have you got your paddock pass?”

lottie reaches for her neck, only to find it empty and pass-less.

“mummy…” her lip wobbles and her eyes turn sad as she realises what this means.

logan stops as he’s about to scan his, already thinking of ways to get her in without a pass. she’s a kid- she’s his kid, surely it’ll be fine, right?

“oh look, darling, here it is!” you produce lottie’s pass from your bag, along with your own, and hand it to your girl on the verge of tears. instantly, she brightens and runs back over to her dad.

relieved he doesn’t have to smuggle his own daughter in, logan lifts her up so she can tap her pass on the gate, before doing the same with his own and pushing through the turnstile. you follow suit, cringing at the photo which pops up on the display.

just as logan hands lottie back over to you on the other side, a fan recognises him, and then another, and another. soon, logan’s being swarmed, and you’ve been pushed off to the side. lottie, to her credit, isn’t much disturbed by the sudden separation, but does cling to you tighter, probably for fear of being pushed away from her mum as well. logan’s head pops up above the sea of people, eyes searching for you and you gesture vaguely in the direction of the garage and hospitality areas when you spot each other. he sticks a thumbs up in the air before ducking back down to focus on autographing mementoes and taking selfies.

you’re only stopped a few times on the way to hospitality, by a couple of fans who recognise you as logan’s partner, and a few photographers, looking to snap a ‘candid’ picture of the sargeant family.

the williams team principal is engaged in a lively conversation with a few team members when you emerge on the second floor of the williams area.

as soon as he sees you, he crosses the room for a hug, greeting you with a, “how’ve you been? it feels like it’s been ages!”

“ah, you know, busy with this one always,” you return the hug and help lottie to stand on a chair.

“hello lottie!” james is ecstatic to be fawning over your daughter, “don’t you look lovely today?”

she’s dressed head to toe in williams merch, a team jersey layered over a white tutu and tiny williams-blue sneakers. her team cap is slightly askew from the journey here, but at least her pigtails seem intact for now.

“hi grandpa james,” she reaches for him to hug her, and giggles as she’s spun around in his arms.

“where’s logan?” james asks you, peeking over your shoulder to spot his missing driver.

“ah, we left him at the gates; i didn’t want lottie to freak out about the crowd.”

he hums in understanding, still holding lottie.

“it’s looking good today, you know,” he nods down to where the garage is on the floor below, “weather’s fine, car’s performing; we’ve high hopes.”

you start to reply when he’s called over by an engineer with a clipboard. he hands lottie back to you with an apology, which you wave off.

“come on baby, where do you wanna watch the race then?” you shift her weight into one arm as you free the other to fix her hat.

lottie furrows her brows in deep thought, pondering your question, then points towards the balcony.

the view from up here is incredible; you’re looking out over the pit lane and back straight of the circuit, and can see all the yachts lined up in port hercule.

just then, lottie makes a small squeak, looking down at the pit wall. you follow her gaze down to see your partner walking over to gaëtan, greeting his engineer by dapping him up and pulling him into a hug. logan’s already dressed, wearing his fireproofs and overalls, tied at the waist. the two part and start discussing something or rather— most likely the next two hours of racing.

you know the race is supposed to start soon, but if logan’s only now saying hi to gaëtan, surely you’ve still got a little while. enough time to pop down and wish your boyfriend luck, at least. you adjust lottie in your arms again and make your way downstairs.

logan’s no longer in the pit lane when you reach the garage, so you head towards the drivers’ rooms in the back. you go to knock on the door just as benny pushes it open on his way out.

“oh hello!” he smiles at you as you catch the door with your foot, but his arms are full of god-knows-what training equipment, so you forego a hug and settle for returning his smile. lottie waves at him as he goes.

“baby?” you turn your attention back to the room, hoping to see logan sprawled out on his massage table, or standing in the middle of the room stretching out. instead, he’s sat on the floor, staring at his phone.

“hey!” he gets up and takes lottie from you. she settles easily, head dropping onto his shoulder to watch her parents talk.

“how’re you feeling now, log?” you shake your arms out- lottie’s getting so big so fast- and wrap one around logan’s waist. he rests his chin on your head, breathing in deeply and letting out a sigh.

you stand together in silence until, “i don’t wanna disappoint the team,” he mutters into your hair eventually, “i’ve finally got a good quali position and i don’t wanna fuck it up for everyone.”

he takes care to turn his head away from lottie as he swears; she’s at the age where she’s picking up words left and right.

you move your head back to look at him, taking in every detail about him; the slight bags under his eyes, the freckles dotted across his face, the 5 o’clock shadow growing in. there’s a piece of hair hanging in his eyes which you brush aside as you take his face in your hand. it’s these quiet moments you really adore, where it’s just you two (and lottie) against the world. the sargeant family. even if you’re not technically a sargeant yet.

“you’re gonna do wonderfully babe,” you smile as he leans into your touch, watch as the stress in his face leaves it. standing in front of you now isn’t logan sargeant, the american who made it to f1, or logan sargeant, the other williams driver, each version of himself burdened with massive responsibilities. right now, he’s just logan, the boy you fell in love with.

“and for what it’s worth, we’re already so proud of you, no matter how you do in the race.”

at this, lottie perks up and reaches her hand up to logan’s face too, wanting to join in. he melts at the gesture, taking her hand in his to press a kiss to her palm.

“that’s worth everything.”

he sits lottie down on the massage table to kiss you properly for the first time today, arms settling around your waist. his hand drifts lower as the kisses get lazier, and soon it’s fully rested on your bum while you exchange slow, open-mouthed kisses.

remembering where you are and your audience in the room, you pull away first, placing one more peck on logan’s lips as he pouts, wanting more.

he holds you tight as you say, “you’ve got a grand prix to race in now, handsome,” and is only incentivised to let go when you remind him how much lottie’s been looking forward to helping him get ready today.

lottie helping her daddy get ready consists of watching him pull his race suit over his shoulders and watching you zip him up. she holds his gloves out as he slips his hands into them, and then- logan’s favourite part- gives him a good luck kiss.

he’ll put his balaclava and helmet on just before he gets in the car, which lottie can’t help with today because you’re watching from upstairs.

“i love you, logan. race hard, yeah?”

you kiss him one more time before you leave, relishing in the way he doesn’t want to pull away.

“i love you too. keep your fingers crossed for me- both of you?”

lottie frowns at this; she’s not yet mastered how to cross her fingers by herself, but you laugh at her little expression and promise you’ll help her once you’re upstairs.

pre-race rituals complete, you tug her away from daddy and return to hospitality.

logan gets a good start when the lights go out, though a slow reaction from an aston martin ahead means he has to swerve to avoid a huge crash. he manages an overtake on kevin magnussen through the chicane, earning cheers throughout the room, and no doubt from the garage below too.

the race ends with logan p13, but after zhou guanyu gets a 5-second penalty for leaving track limits, he finds himself in p12.

logan’s post-race radio plays from the tv playing sky sports f1, “-good race today guys, thanks for helping me not look so bad in front of my daughter,” he laughs.

crofty is saying something in response but lottie, already ecstatic because of the energy in the room, has stolen your attention by squirming happily in your arms as she hears her daddy talking about her on tv. you decide to take her back into the paddock so she can run around and let off some steam.

logan’s in the media pen when lottie spots him, and, full of excitement, she slides her hand out of yours and is halfway to him by the time you can react.

“-yeah, really happy,” you hear him say before he’s interrupted, “oh-? what are you doing here, baby girl?”

he picks her up and looks around for you, smiling when he finds you.

“and who’s this gorgeous girl? is this who you were trying to impress in the car today, logan?” the interviewer- thank god- doesn’t seem annoyed by the intrusion, and instead welcomes it, holding the mic up to lottie, awaiting her answer.

“i’m lottie,” your girl says brightly, “my daddy’s the best racer in the whole world!”

logan, the interviewer, and logan’s press officer all laugh at this, while lottie smiles proudly. logan takes the opportunity to carefully adjust the williams cap on lottie’s head, which has been knocked askew from her running.

“lottie, do you want to be a racer like your dad?”

logan angles her away from the mic before she can answer.

“oh, let’s not get those ideas in her head yet. she’s already a handful without the stress of karting and racing right now.”

this earns another laugh from the interviewer, thoroughly amused by father and daughter. the rest of the interview is uneventful due to lottie preoccupying herself with waving at the other drivers as they travel around the pen.

logan makes a beeline for you when he’s released.

“hi baby,” he lets lottie down and scoops you up just as quick.

“i’m so proud of you, log. for real.”

he says nothing, enjoying the moment, though you can feel him smile into the crook of your neck as he stays holding you up. you’re accutely aware of some people stopping around you and filming, but you’re just focussed on being with logan and lottie. your family.

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drawingducktalesducks · 7 months

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Huey: I.. am girl

Lena: And?

Huey: …. Uhh…

Lena: Oh f- that was the thing wasn’t it. Your big secret or whatever? Oh woooow. Shock. Surprise. Amazement. Applause and wonder.

Huey: You’re already back on your phone.

Lena: I’m sending you a party hat emoji. With confetti.

Huey: Now you’re telling everyone in the group chat that even my secrets are boring!

Lena: Chill. They’ll think it was something dull about rocks, don’t worry.

Huey: ROCKS AREN’T- RrrGH! Do I least get any girl advice?

Lena: I don’t know. Get better secrets. Bite someone.

Huey: I can’t just go around BITING people!

Lena: It’s cool.

Huey: It’s ILLEGAL!

Lena: Yeah yeah right, whatever… duck forbid women do anything...

Huey: Any other suggestions?

Lena: maybe rocks wouldn't be so boring if you threw them at people

#ducktales (2017)#lena #trans girl huey duck #incorrect quotes

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jessicaloons · 5 months

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Chapter 23.2:

Freedom felt like summer then, on the coast…

Masterlist - Part 1 - Next

TW: spicy; implied smut; 16+

"Sardinia?" I asked and Charles nodded "I love it!" I climbed in his lap and hugged him.

"Yeah? Good choice?" Charles asked and I nodded.

"Best choice!" I kissed his cheek and he smiled "Beautiful beaches, good food!"

"Yeah, that’s what I thought as well. 4 days just you and me. La Dolce Vita." his eyes lit up "Now come on! Let’s go!" we got up and left the jet, walking to a grey SUV that was already waiting for us, getting in.

"We start off with another surprise." Charles was all giddy and his excitement was contagious "Close your eyes! Open them when I say so, okay? No peaking!" he helped me out of the car and then stood behind me, covering my eyes. We walked a few steps before we stopped.

"Look!" Charles took off his hands from my face and I opened my eyes. A beautiful 1962 LaFerrari in bright red stood in front of us. My favourite Ferrari as Charles knew.

"Woooow! Now that’s a beauty of a car." I said and walked around it "They didn’t have a F40 for you?"

"Unfortunately not. But this one’s beautiful too, look at the seats! And it’s a cabriolet, perfect for today!" Charles smiled at me and I looked up from where I was bending over, beaming at him.

"Yeah? Well you didn’t tell me what we’re doing today?"

"We’re having a little road trip today, from Cagliari down the coast to a little special place… you’ll see! Come on!" Charles opened the door for me and I hopped in.

"You’re the driver, that means that I’m the DJ and responsible for the music…" I smiled but when I saw that the car had the original radio set up, I was a little disappointed.

"Open the glove compartment…" Charles looked at me and I opened it. A new radio inside "The old one only works to turn the volume up and down and switch to the next or previous song…"

"So we can listen to my special road trip mix?" I asked excitedly and he nodded.

"But it’s not a Taylor Swift play list? Like just Taylor Swift and nothing else… right?" he looked at me and I didn’t answer at first "Lizzie…"

"Would you just give her a chance!" I pouted and Charles sighed.

"Stop pouting!" he groaned.

"Please, Charlie bear… there are some amazing songs for a trip like this…"

"Fine. Whatever. But cara mia?" he carefully grabbed my neck, his hand flexing around my throat gently pulling me close to him, our lips almost touching "Stop pouting!" with his warm breath on my lips and his hand around my neck I swallowed hard and nodded "Good." he pressed his lips on mine for a quick kiss and let go of me, starting the engine. I leaned back in my seat, catching my breath, while I could see the devilish grin on Charles face.

"Cat got your tongue?" he chuckled, his hand resting on my thigh.

"No." I mumbled and pulled my phone out and connected it with the radio "Alright. Ready to become a Swiftie?"

The only answer I got was Charles squeezing my thigh as we drove along the beautiful coastline. I sang most of the songs. While Charles was looking at me every now and then, a content smile on his face. We stopped after an hour in a little village right at the water and Charles looked at me, waiting for me to finish the song. As the last tunes of August played he took my hand in his and kissed my knuckles gently.

"You’re right… she’s growing on me… but maybe it’s just because I love to see you sing along? Your voice is beautiful, cara mia!" Charles smiled and I felt myself blush "Now come on. I have a nice little something prepared for us!" he got out of the car and walked around it, opening the door for me, holding out his hand helping me out. We walked inside a little restaurant with only a handful of tables, all empty.

"Umm- Charlie? I think they’re closed?" I said as I looked around but Charles only chuckled, leading me behind the counter to a door "Seriously? We can’t just barge in here!"

"Just wait, cara mia!" he said and opened the door, walking through.

"Ciao Charles!" an elderly man said and grabbed Charles by his shoulders, kissing both his cheeks "And this beautiful lady must be Lizzie!" he looked at me, his face lit up in excitement as Charles nodded "Ciao Lizzie! I’m Gio! Welcome to my kitchen!" he gently kissed my cheeks and I smiled at him.

"Ciao Gio! Thank you for having us?" I said a little hesitant and Gio grasped his heart.

"And she speaks Italian! Oh Charles! She’s the one!" he slapped Charles arm and he laughed.

"I teach her now for some years. I love it, when she’s speaking it." he looked at me and I just knew that I blushed again.

"Now come on come on! We have a lot to do!" Gio clapped his hands and took mine, leading us outside to a beautiful terrace underneath a big olive tree, a huge wooden table in the middle, full with cooking ingredients "Today we’re making different pasta with pesto, ragout and different sauces! Don’t worry, Lizzie, I know that Charles is not quite the cook yet! But as I heard, you are?"

"Umm- I mean I love cooking? Am I good? It’s okay I…" I began but Charles interrupted me.

"Her food is amazing! We’re here mostly because of me!" he said and I smiled at him "I want to cook dinner for my beautiful girlfriend in the future!" I looked at him with big eyes but he only shook his head "Don’t worry! Gio won’t tell anyone!"

"Oh no! Never! I could never stand in the way of love! Ask my wife!" Gio said and I smiled at the way he said wife, with so much love and adoration.

"She’s a lovely lady!" Charles said and I heard a woman behind me laughing.

"Oh Charles! You are too charming!" an elderly woman walked around me and hugged Charles, kissing his cheeks.

"Valentina, this is Lizzie." Charles introduced me and Valentina looked me up from head to toe.

"She is beautiful. She has kind eyes, a bright soul. I know now why you spoke of her for years so dearly! She’s everything that other girl wasn’t." she said to Charles and smiled at me.

"And she speaks Italian." Gio said and Valentina looked at me with big eyes.

"Even better! What are you waiting for! Marry her!" she said and kissed my cheeks "Ciao Lizzie! I’m so happy to finally meet you, after Charles talked about you for years and years!"

"He did?" I asked a little embarrassed and the older woman nodded.

"All the time. When he brought that other girl along? I told him that she’s not the girl he always talked about. She’s not the girl he loves. And I was right!" she said and I smiled at her, feeling myself blushing even more.

Although I had to admit that, despite Charles’ idea of us having a cooking lesson together was romantic and beautiful, the thought that he brought Camille here before left a bittersweet taste on my tongue.

"Cara mia?" Charles gently took my hand in his, cupping my cheek with the other "Camille was never here. Gio works for Ferrari, he’s one of the cooks from catering. He’s Alessio’s father, that’s why Valentina is in the hospitality every now and then, there she met Camille. She didn’t like her one bit and I guess I should’ve listen to her straight away…" I looked up at him and he smiled.

"I’m sorry I didn’t want to be jealous or whatever…" I whispered but he shook his head, kissing me gently. Gio whistled and we pulled away, having forgotten where we were for a moment.

"Mamma mia! We should start the cooking lesson, before you two start eating each other!" he laughed and my cheeks burned with how hard I kept blushing. Charles chuckled and grabbed one of the aprons, handing it to me, before putting one on himself, he helped me tying mine and I did the same with his.

"Ready? Then we start with a hearty ragout! It will take the longest… and I know that you don’t eat meat Lizzie, so we’ll also make something just with vegetables…" Gio explained us the next steps and we all started working on our assigned tasks, after the ragout it was time for the pasta dough. While we were kneading it Valentina opened up a bottle of wine, pouring us some glasses.

"You always have to make sure that the wine you cook with, tastes good! If you wouldn’t drink it, don’t cook with it!" she explained and we tried the wine. I tried my best to keep a straight face but Charles only chuckled.

"She’s not really a wine drinker… she uses plenty of it while cooking, but drinking it? Only a few rare ones…" he said and Gio laughed.

"It’s okay! You’re young! Maybe when you’re a bit older you start to love it!" he said and I nodded.

"I wouldn’t mind!"

We spent the next hours with making different shapes of pasta, some fillings for ravioli, more sauces and even some salads. The smell was mouthwatering and whenever we tried something I almost fainted at how good it all tasted.

I browned some butter with sage leaves and tossed some ravioli in it as Gio and Valentina watched my every doing.

"Bellissima Lizzie! Well done!" Valentina said as I plated the ravioli "Now crumble the sage leaves, put some bread crumbs into the pan and lightly toast it and then mix it together with the sage leaves and a little bit of parmigiano and sprinkle it over the ravioli." I did exactly what she told me and the smell of it all together made my stomach growl.

"This looks all so good!" I said as Charles snapped some pictures and videos.

"Now come one come on! Let’s eat! We’ve earned it!" Gio said and we sat together, Charles loaded my plate full of pasta and salad, also some focaccia.

"Cheers! To a wonderful day!" Valentina said and we toasted our glasses, then we indulged in the food and I felt like I was in heaven. It tasted all so good, I couldn’t even say what my favourite was. We talked about the food, the island life, then a little bit about F1, Ferrari, Italy, and lastly we ended up listening to the beautiful love story of Valentina and Gio, both looking at each other with nothing but love in their eyes, while sharing their life’s with us.

"My mother always said, that I will know that I’ve found the one when even sitting together in silence fills my heart with joy… and today I know that she was right… although this old, stubborn donkey is never quiet!" Valentina said and Gio grabbed her hand squeezing it "Staying together through all this years, through all hardships, that is love."

"L'amore è un viaggio non una destinazione." Gio said and I smiled at Charles, who held my hand the entire time in his, softly tracing patterns on the back of it.

"Love is a journey not a destination." I repeated quietly and he kissed my knuckles.

"And what a beautiful journey it is, with you by my side, cara mia." he whispered.

After we said our goodbyes to Valentina and Gio, a basket full of leftovers between my legs, and the promise to come back before our departure, we left the picturesque village, continuing on Charles planned route for the day.

"One more stop before our final destination!" he smiled at me as the soft ocean breeze ran through our hair. I only nodded and took in the beauty that was Sardinia, while another Taylor Swift song played faintly in the background.

As the sun slowly began to set at the horizon, Charles parked the car at a little secluded beach, grabbing a blanket from behind the seats.

"Watching the sunset at the beach? How very romantic!" I said and Charles intertwined our hands. Leading us down to the water where he spread the blanket out on the sand before sitting down, holding out his hand for me to take and sitting down between his legs. We watched as the sun slowly began to disappear, the soft waves of the ocean and the songs of the seagulls above the only sound.

"Magnetic force… why do I feel like I’ve heard that before?" Charles asked after a while and I looked up at him "The last song with the guy? She sang ‘I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover’? I’ve heard that before?"

"Yeah… I mean, it’s one of my favourite songs? I’ve sang it quite often I guess?" I thought and he shook his head "No? Then I don’t know?"

"Hmm… I’ll figure it out!" he kissed the top of my head and I snuggled into him, the beautiful sunset at the horizon bathed the sky above us in soft red, pink, orange and purple hues. As the last lights of the day slowly faded away around us and I was dozing off a little, Charles gently stroked my cheek.

"Cara mia? Let’s go…" he whispered in my ear and I nodded, slowly getting up with Charles holding me, to not tumble over. He pulled me close to his side, leading me back to the car.

"We’re almost there. Only a short drive." he started the engine and drove off. After not even 15 minutes we drove through a big iron gate, covered in ivy. A long driveway up a hill with a beautiful stone cottage at the end.

"It’s beautiful!" I said and Charles opened my door for me.

"Wait until you’ve seen the inside. Our luggage is already here." he grabbed the basket full of food and we walked inside.

I was speechless. Light and natural colours, elegant and yet simple furniture, modern and clean touches here and there. But the highlight was the wall made entirely out of glass, opening up to a beautiful terrace with a view over the ocean.

"Wow. Charles this is wonderful!" I turned around, facing him.

"And it’s all ours for the next 4 days." he smiled at me and I kissed him. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me into him. The kiss full of tenderness and passion, as we lost ourselves in the moment. We had to pull away to catch our breaths and Charles gently pushed his forehead against mine.

"Why don’t you get outside, sit down and I mix us something to drink?" he whispered and I nodded "Yeah? Sounds good? Then I’ll see you in a bit." one last featherlight kiss on the tip of my nose and Charles pulled away. I walked outside and looked around. A large pool with hot tub waiting for us. Together with a beautiful fire pit. I sat down on one of the loungers and watched the waves rolling into the bay in front of me, the water reflecting the starlight from above.

I sat down on a lounger and looked up, the sky full of stars. Each one sparkling brighter than the other.

Charles walked out, set our drinks on the table and sat down behind me on the lounger, pulling me into him.

"… after a tough week you pulled through with such a magnetic force, there was no doubt that this wasn't the outcome…" he said quietly "Your post. After I won in Baku… after dad… that were your words. Magnetic force…"

"Yeah, because you were just that… you were confident and strong and it was like you were magnetic, attracting all the powers to bundle together and force your way from the back of the grid right on top…" I said and he hummed.

"How often did you use lyrics for posts? Do I need to check every single thing you posted to look for subtle clues?" he asked and I chuckled.

"I mean… I do use her songs quite often as captions… but not this time… that post was in 2017… the song was released in 2019… but damn what a good song it is…"

"A very good one indeed… it’s almost like fate… you used that phrase and later that exact phrase will be in a song about lovers… and it’s one of your favourite songs too…" Charles began to hum the melody of Lover and I smiled. Maybe I turned him into a Swiftie.

The next 2 days went by in a blur, each morning spent in bed, breakfast in the sun, a little morning swim in the pool, sun bathing. It was a freeing feeling to hug Charles whenever I wanted to, or give him a little peck when walking by. He loved to pull me into him, hugging me tight to his chest, littering my neck with tiny kisses. Or he just squeezed my waist when walking by, or cupping my cheeks. But most importantly we could kiss and cuddle without being scared anyone could see. We spent hours on the sun bed or in the hot tub, body’s entangled, making out like horny teenagers. On our last night, after a romantic dinner, Charles prepared a hot bath in the luxurious and gigantic bathtub for me. He helped me in and kissed my head.

"You’re not joining me?" I asked him and he shook his head and I sighed a little disappointed.

"I have to prepare something for you…" he smiled and left.

I leaned back and relaxed, soaking away. The gentle sloshing of the water lulling me in. A gentle touch to my cheek and I opened my eyes, Charles kneeling next to the bathtub.

"Oh, hi…" I yawned a little and he laughed.

"Did you fall asleep? Yeah? That’s dangerous, cara mia…" he got up and grabbed a big, fluff towel, helping me up, before wrapping me up.

"It was just so cozy and comfy…" I mumbled as he lifted me up and pit of the tub, to stand in front of him.

"Understandable…" he gently rubbed my skin dry with the towel, his eyes never leaving mine "I prepared a little something on the terrace. Do your little night time routine and then join me outside?" he kissed my cheek an I nodded "Perfect." As soon as Charles was gone I sat down in front of the mirror. What could he have prepared on the terrace? I quickly brushed my hair, massaged my favourite body butter into my skin and lastly applied my face cream. Back in the bedroom I rummaged through my suitcase and put on a little surprise for Charles. I threw a morning robe over, let my hair down and left.

The house was dark. All lights switched off. A faint glow was coming from the terrace and as I turned around the corner my heart skipped a beat. The whole terrace was scattered with candles, Charles standing at the door, illuminated by the soft glow of the candles. His smile was breathtaking, eyes sparkling, dimples on full display. As soon as I stood in front of him he pulled me into his arms, our body’s pressed to each other, he inhaled my scent before pressing his soft lips on mine, capturing them in a sweet kiss. He then kissed along my jawline, all the way up to my ear.

"Come with me…" he whispered and grasped my hand, pulling me with him to the edge of the terrace, overlooking the sea was the huge sun bed plastered in cushions and blankets, surrounded by more candles.

"This is beautiful, Charles." I said almost breathlessly.

"You are beautiful, mon amour." he stood behind me, pressing his front into my back.

I turned around gently stroking his cheeks and carding my hand through his hair, before they settled around his neck. Our eyes interlocked before I sealed our mouths shut in a searing hot kiss, our tongues dancing with each other. As we both had to pull away to take a breath my cheeks were flushed and my heart was racing. I pulled my hands away and pushed myself off of him, my hands fiddling with the knot of the morning robe. I let the soft fabric slide down my shoulders, pooling around my ankles and Charles gasped as he saw the red lace lingerie set, apparently his favourite outfit on me.

"Oh mon amour…" he whispered and took a step closer, eying me up from head to toe. He reached out his hands and his fingers touched very delicately over the edge of the bra straps, near my collarbone but instead of pushing them down and off my shoulders, he ran his finger slowly along the upper edge of my bra, the rise and fall of my chest becoming faster and faster. He smirked a little, my reaction amusing him as he traced the outline of the bra all the way around, his eyes following his fingers. I watched his face, he was fully focused on his hands movements’. His soft touch felt intimate and as he outlined my breast once fully he looked up at me, his eyes full of lust and hunger. He devoured my lips in a passionate kiss before he gently pushed me down on the sun bed, his lips trailing down my throat, kissing along my collarbone, down the valley of my breasts and back up again, by the time when his face hovered above mine again, the heat pooling in between my legs was almost unbearable and I began to squirm. Charles grinned and gently stroked along my thigh, all the way up to my middle, before he stroked back down to my knee.

"Don’t tease…" I whined and he chuckled, his fingers running up again, softly brushing over my covered heat.

"Always so impatient, pretty girl. You know I like to take my time…" he kissed my nose, his fingers pushing my panties to the side and his eyes widened "That all for me?" he whispered and I nodded, a loud moan emanating from my mouth.

"Charles, please…" I whimpered, his lazy strokes keeping me on edge.

"If you ask this sweetly." he kissed my lips softly before sitting back on his haunches, his hands on my waist, pulling down my soaked panties. He looked at me for a moment, as if he was committing the sight before him to his memory "You are so beautiful, my sweet girl." but he didn’t look me in the face, his eyes were plastered to my throbbing core and I blushed, he looked up "You both are." and he launched forward, burying his head between my legs, my head falling back in pleasure as I sighed blissfully, my eyes glued to the stars above us, as I reached my high, screaming out Charles name into the night.

"Thank you, Charles." I took his hand in mine and rubbed circles on the back of it "For this trip… I mean the whole past three weeks… it was… perfect. Yeah. Perfect."

"I’m happy when you are." he pulled my hand to his lips and kissed it.

"More than happy. But that could also be because my stomach is full with pasta from Gio and Valentina! I will have to put in some extra work out the next days." I giggled a little and Charles laughed.

"Oh come on! We worked out a lot over the past weeks!" he wiggled his eyebrows and I gently nudged his shoulder.

"We did." I looked out of the window as we took off and sighed a little "I’m gonna miss this. Us. Apart from Ibiza we could almost be a normal couple, doing normal things."

"Yeah maybe, but who wants to be just normal? Kinda boring." he laughed and I turned around, looking at him. His suntanned skin, hair a shade lighter, carefree smile on his face.

"You’re right. Normal is for boring people!" I leaned over and kissed him.

"Exactly."

Coming back to Neuburg, working in the simulator and having meeting after meeting was a harsh reality check. It was tiring and I caught myself more than once drifting away to the memories of the last three weeks, but especially the days alone with Charles. All cozy in our own world. Away from the prying eyes of the public. Away from all the negativity. Away from reality.

"See you tomorrow in Spa then? Lizzie? Hello?" Pete waved his hand in front of my face and I looked at him.

"What?"

"Summer break is over, little one." he laughed and I sighed.

"Yeah unfortunately."

"Oh come on! Aren’t you happy to see us again?" Pete asked and I chuckled "So? See you tomorrow in Spa?"

"Yep, I’ll be there!" I hugged him goodbye and got in my car, sending Charles a quick text that I would drive now back home now. Then I drove off and luckily there was almost no traffic and I made it in little under 2 hours. Shooting a text to Charles that I arrived and a quick scolding that I was way too fast and probably broke a ton of laws, which I didn’t do, I opened the door and walked in.

"Lizzie?" Mum asked from the kitchen and I walked inside "Are you hungry? There is some leftover veggie lasagna in the fridge?"

"Maybe later, I just want to unpack my suitcase first and then pack it again and have a shower." I yawned a little.

"Was it a good idea to come here? You should’ve stayed in Neuburg and then leave tomorrow directly for Spa." she sighed.

"No it’s fine. I need new clothes. I’m okay, just a little tired." I left the kitchen to walk upstairs when Mum followed me.

"There are some letters for you." she nodded her head to the sideboard and I smiled at her, grabbing my suitcase and the letters.

Back in my room I looked them through. A big, brown letter, with the sender Silverstone Circuit caught my eye and I opened it confused, a single sheet of paper was inside, I checked the envelope for more and a business card fell out in my lap. I grabbed it and was confused. A lab in Madrid? I looked at the letter and my stomach dropped. I stared at the 11 words and made it just in time to lean over my rubbish bin, emptying the contents of my stomach in it. I leaned back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

Tick Tock. Your time is ticking. I’m running out of patience.

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itsactuallylina · 2 years

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ε=ε=i wish i knew you wanted me !

now playing - bad habits by steve lacy.

kazuha x reader!, college!au

gn!reader

genre: angst, no fluff , no happy ending.

warning: lots of tears that you’re gonna spill, crying, bad mental health(reader), rivalry, miscommunication, trauma dump, snapping, jealousy, cursing, written at 2am, not proofread

word count: 862

tag: @rrinsluvr

‘ugh’

is all you can think of while looking at the guy, who’s knows as Kaedehara Kazuha. you don’t hate him, the opposite actually. but you would never dare to tell anyone. who would want a couple of the perfect guy and a rebel of the campus.

ε=ε=ε=

‘Thank you so much!’

another voice of some stupid student around, from what you know about her, she’s a journaling major and she’s asking others about their life for her assignment. you hate journaling.

‘Hello! could you pl-‘

‘fuck off’

she couldn’t even finish her sentence and you already flipped the girl off. there’s no way you’re getting your reputation fixed. glancing the other way, your eyes meet the vivid red ones. he chuckles, oh how you want to punch and kiss that face at the same time. but you just scuffed and walked away. as always.

ε=ε=ε=

today is the day you finally can know the score of your latest assignment. wow! a 97%, that’s pretty nice if you remember how many sleepless nights you spend on redoing the same assignment.

‘HUH? a 100%?! Kazuha, you’re incredibly talented!’

‘heh, i don’t think it was that good.’

Of course, he was the perfect one. you weren’t even sure if you liked him, maybe it was just jealousy of his skills for poem writing. and you wanted to be him, not to be with him.

‘[name] what did you get?’

his soothing voice brought you back to the reality and you finally realize that you were staring at him the whole time.

‘oh, um. 97%.’

‘woooow!! great job!! you did such an amazing work!’ is that sarcasm? or he’s just teasing you? but he just his stupidly sweet smile.

ε=ε=ε=

‘[name]? do you have a minute?’

‘what do you want kaedehara?’ you clearly don’t want to talk to him.

‘you looked sad recently in class, is everything okay?’

‘i’m fine. is that all?’

‘no, actually, do you think you could help me?’

‘with what?’ how can you help him when he’s perfect in every aspect?

‘with the new assignment, i didn’t quite understand it. and you’re really intelligent, so i thought-’ what?

‘stop it.’

‘huh? what do you mean?’ he looked lost.

‘i said, STOP IT.’ you raised your voice, not expecting this emotion.

‘[name], i don’t understand what you mean-’

‘stop pretending you’re stupid! why would you, of all people, want help from someone like me? you’re one of the best students in the whole university! screw it, maybe you ARE the best! can you stop acting so innocent? stop making fun of me, if you want to laugh at me, then just do! just , don’t bother me anymore.’

‘[name], wait!’

‘i said , stop bothering me!’ you just stormed off. tears forming in your eyes, which can drop at anytime, but you didn’t want to cry in public.

ε=ε=ε=

in your apartment, that your share with your parents, because you luckily lived near the university.

‘[name], are you ready?’

‘dad, it’s literally 9 hours before the flight.’ are all dads like that?

‘doesn’t matter. we leave in an hour’

‘okay, okay.’ the university you were attending, decided to send you to another country to continue the education. you were really happy, you could finally forget about everything tat happened in recent years.

ε=ε=ε=

kazuha couldn’t sleep in peace. all he was thinking about you. did you really hated him that much? do you not share the feelings?

in the morning , he couldn’t find you, even tho you were one of the first who showed up in the campus.

‘kazuha! how are you doing?’ oh no, it’s his girlfriend. why would he be such an asshole and date someone in order to get rid of feeling for another person.

‘____, i’m good, do you know where [name] is?’

‘oh, their flight is in a few hours , so probably in the airport.’

‘airport? what flight? where are they going?’

‘kazuha, you didn’t know? she leaves for an exchange program’

‘huh? uh, okay, um, thanks’ i’ll see you soon!’

‘what do you mean? where are you going?’

he couldn’t hear anyone right now, he had to go to the airport right now. luckily, there was an uber near the university.

ε=ε=ε=

‘i wanna eat..’ you said, you have been waiting for some food since you arrived here.

‘we will get something after the control, okay?’ mother replied.

‘yea’

you didn’t know what should you start with in another country. what are you supposed to do? hm, no idea.

‘okay! lets go now. make sure you put all metal things in the basket’ your dad said with such an enthusiasm, he was excited for the new start.

‘[name]!’

what? who’s voice is that? it sound oddly familiar. you turn your head in the direction you have heard the voice from.

oh no. shit, shit, shit, shit.

why is he here? doesn’t he have classes?

‘dear, do you know that person?’

‘uhh, no. maybe from the university.’

he looked desperate. he couldn’t decide what he should do.

you can’t just tell him about everything. the only thing you offer him is the sad smile.

the miserable smile.

you leave and he cries.

wow.

what an amazing start.

a/n: hi, i’m happy with that 😁

all works belong to itsactuallylina 2022.any editing, translating, reposting is not allowed without permission.

#ε=ε=ε=lina writes #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x gn reader #kazuha #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #kazuha angst #genshin angst #LMAOO #i love it #i love making ppl cry #hehe

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togetherhearted · 1 year

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Hi! How are you? 😙😙😙

Can i request Coven or Spirit Blossom Evelynn (Your choice. She looks gorgeous in both skins ❤️) x Reader?

reader likes to travel to new places, loves and admires everything she sees?

I see flowers? So beautiful 😍

Butterflies? Wow, sooooo cute 😍

I see animals? Precious, valuable beings 😍

Evelynn? Woooow, i would love to know more about you. You’re fabulous

Evelynn is known to hunt and stalk her prey and attack them when they are not expecting it.

But what would happen if reader wasn't afraid of her? On the contrary, the reader would be very amazed and impressed with what she sees and would try to befriend Evelynn?

The reader would make a flower crown for Evelynn, admire the way the sun shines on her and treat her with great respect and kindness 🥰🥰

I just love and cherish everyone 🥰 😇

You are an amazing writer. I’m glad we have you in Tumblr community <3

You talk about flowers and butterflies,of course my head is going to fly to the Spirit realm. Though I agree. Both skins are beautiful.

Anyway I'm doing fine!Just finished working on a little fanart. Resting my poor back now. Thank you so much for the compiment!It means a lot to be considered a good writer. I still have lots to learn but I appreciate the sentiment.

I hope this is fine.

SPIRIT BLOSSOM EVELYNN X READER

As a traveler you visited many places;tasted the local food;encountered many creatures but none could compare to the beauty you saw coming out the spirit realm. Her name was Evelynn. She graced you after time you tried to befriend her. She tried to warn you at first;then tried to prey on you but you never showed her a sign of fear or just discomfort. You were genuinely amazed by her beauty and abilities. Once she realized her efforts were null Evelynn accepted your friendship. Although weirded out by your antics she learned to appreciate your kind gestures. -Something's wrong?- Evelynn taunted you as she adjusted the flower crown on her head. -No, nothing at all. I just find you beautiful in this light. That's all- Her mouth opened slightly before closing in a straight line. You just shut her up, and she was surprised she had no idea how to respond to that.

#league of legends #league of legends x reader #lol #lol x reader #evelynn league of legends #evelynn x reader #evelynn #x reader

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birbliophile · 2 years

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I wanted to prove I could write happy things so uhh yeah!

Characters belong to @kynimdraws, they’re from the lore of her awesome comic Myths of Unova, which you can read here!

Breakfast With the Family

“Lilion won’t be joining us for breakfast this morning?” Reshai asked as Zekrias took his seat at the table.

His twin shook his head. “She’ll be down in a moment, she just wanted to sleep in a little longer. The baby will be here any day now, so…”

“Well, it’ll be good for her to get some sleep while she still can,” Navos chuckled. “Isn’t that right, Kyuvos?”

The toddler in his arms turned to look up at him curiously at the sound of his name. “Ababa?”

“Don’t play innocent,” Reshai teased, poking his son’s cheek. “Not when you stole away so many of Papa and Daddy’s much needed rest.”

Kyuvos batted at Reshai’s hand and giggled, causing all three men to let out an involuntary coo of endearment.

“You better watch out Resh,” Zekrias grinned as he began to pile fruits onto his plate. “I bet my baby’s going to be even cuter than little Kyuvos. They’ll be the envy of the entire court, that’s for sure!”

“With your looks? Please,” Reshai snorted, passing the bread basket to Navos. Zekrias put a palm to his chest and gasped theatrically.

“How could you? My own brother!”

Reshai rolled his eyes as Zekrias adopted a look of intense betrayal. “You’re so dramatic,” he said, tearing open a roll.

“Oh come on, I’m definitely the handsome twin,” Zekrias insisted. “Besides, Lilion is the most beautiful woman in all of Unova, there’s no way our child won’t be just as lovely.”

“Hard to argue with that, dear,” Navos remarked. Reshai sighed.

“Well, we shall pray that Lilion’s features balance out yours then,” he shrugged. “Navos, would you pass the jam?”

As Navos reached over Kyuvos to hand the jar to his husband, the toddler turned to stare at Lilion’s empty chair.

“Aunee?” he asked, looking up at Navos.

“Auntie is resting, love,” Reshai said gently. “She’s very tired, so-“

Suddenly, the doors to the banquet hall flew open with a SLAM!

“GREAT DRAGON I AM STARVING!”

“Erm, good morning honey,” Zekrias said blankly as he stood up to pull out a chair for his very pregnant wife. Lilion scoffed.

“I’m pregnant, Zekrias, not an invalid!” She marched over confidently, but as she attempted to sit down her knees gave out on her and she grabbed her husband’s arm for support with a flush of frustration across her face.

“I feel like a bloated Pignite,” she grumbled as Zekrias poured her a cup of steaming green liquid. “Tea again?”

“You know wine isn’t good for you right now,” Zekrias reminded her. “And the healers said this blend is good for cramps.”

“I can attest to its effectiveness, even if it is far too bitter for my tastes,” Reshai remarked. Lilion groaned.

“Aunee!” Kyuvos waved, and instantly her face shifted to a much sweeter expression.

“Good morning darling! I bet you’re excited to get a new playmate soon!”

Kyuvos blinked at her curiously. “Eeh?”

“Don’t you remember, Kyuvos?” Navos bounced the toddler on his lap. “Auntie Lilion is going to have a baby!”

Kyuvos’ eyes widened. “Bebbi?”

Lilion grinned. “Yes sweetie, a baby! They’re in my belly right now!” She patted her rounded midsection, and Kyuvos stared.

“Bebbi…dere?” He pointed at Lilion’s stomach, and she nodded.

The toddler tilted his head to the side, as if thinking. “Kuvo…dere?”

Zekrias burst out laughing. “Oh no, Kyuvos, you came from a different belly!”

“Ah?” Kyuvos blinked. Reshai sighed at his brother’s antics.

“You came from Daddy’s tummy, love,” he said, tucking a lock of green hair behind Kyuvos’ ear. The toddler gasped.

“Daddy tummy?” Reshai nodded, and Kyuvos looked between his fathers in amazement.

“Woooow!”

Zekrias snickered. “I feel like we’ve had to explain this a hundred times now!”

“You can’t blame him for forgetting,” Reshai shrugged. “He’s not even two years old yet.”

“Kyuvos sweetie, do you want to say hello to Auntie’s baby?” Lilion asked.

Kyuvos gasped and stretched his little arms out towards his aunt. “Abah!”

She laughed, beckoning forward. “Come on then, love.”

Navos stood up and carried Kyuvos over to Lilion’s chair, and she gently placed his tiny hands over her stomach. Kyuvos patted her pregnant belly gently.

“Bebbi,” he said, fascinated. “Play?”

“Not quite yet,” Navos smiled. “But soon, yes! You’re going to be a big cousin, Kyuvos!”

Kyuvos let out a babble of excitement, throwing his arms around the bump. All four adults gasped at the sheer overwhelming cuteness.

“Mine is still gonna be cuter,” Zekrias muttered to Reshai. His brother reached over and flicked his shoulder.

“You shut up.”

#myths of unova #fanfic #my writing #kynim #ignore the fact that there is an unspecified seating arrangement #and the speaking ability of toddlers #you are not immune to baby kyuvos

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inazumaeveryday · 1 year

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Day 10

At home

Kidou: Good morning, mar.

We have our first match of the tournament against Ryuuguu today.

We haven’t played an official match in a long time, so I’m excited, even if it’s just against Ryuuguu.

mar: (The match against Ryuuguu…)

Option 1

mar: You can afford to take it easy today!

Kidou: Yeah, we’ll just play like usual.

Option 2

mar: Don’t overdo it, okay…?

Kidou: Heh… You know I never go easy on anyone.

Kidou: The match is at 14:30.

I hope they’ll put up at least a little bit of a fight.

Kidou: I woke up before my alarm this morning.

Breakfast

Kidou: Hm, it’s good.

You know, you can already tell if you’re in good condition by breakfast.

I’m in perfect shape today.

Kidou’s room

Kidou: …Oops, almost forgot my cape.

I can’t properly start my day without it.

In the car

Kidou: Hmm… Should we use Koutei Penguin no.2 in today’s match…?

…No, we shouldn’t reveal it yet.

Morning practice

Kidou: Koutei Penguin!

Sakuma&Jimon: no.2!

Doumen: Woooow! It’s so cool!

Genda: They got it right away, too!

Not that I ever doubted them, but they really are amazing.

Kidou: Jimon, try going a little faster!

If we can get the timing right, the shot will gain even more power!

Jimon: Got it, I’ll try that.

Kidou: Sakuma and Jimon both adapt quickly to the changes I make.

I can already feel our Koutei Penguin no.2 is going to become an amazing secret weapon.

At school

Class (physics)

Kidou: The story about Newton figuring out the laws of gravity from an apple falling off a tree is pretty famous…

I wonder what law it is that makes you want to kick a ball when it falls on the field?

Break

Kidou: Sakuma, how are you holding up?

Koutei Penguin no.2 is lighter on us, but it’s not like the burden is completely gone…

Sakuma: I haven’t had any problems with it so far, don’t worry!

I’m actually excited to finally use it in a match…

Kidou: No, it’s too soon. We don’t need to use it against Ryuuguu.

Class (social studies)

Kidou: Behavioral psychology… I learned a little about that with Kyougoku-sensei.

It kind of reminds me of personality quizzes... It’s pretty interesting.

Break

Kidou: We have a match today, but I can’t really feel any kind of emotion from you, Gojou…

I can tell the others are excited, but you’re a complete enigma to me.

Gojou: Kukuku… “Don’t show your emotions, keep a poker face”...

That’s what the commander always says, after all…!

Class (PE)

Kidou: Oh, so we’re having a shooting competition today.

Good timing. It’ll help me concentrate for the match later.

Break

Jimon is sitting still, his eyes closed.

Kidou: …What are you doing, Jimon?

Jimon: …Meditating.

I’m trying to focus for the match.

Kidou: Oh, alright. Sorry to interrupt.

…I’ll give that a try too.

Class (Japanese)

Kidou: Oh, this is The Book of Five Rings, Miyamoto Musashi’s masterpiece about the martial arts.

There’s a lot in there I can apply to soccer. I’ll have to read it thoroughly.

Lunch

Kidou: I’ll keep it to a light lunch since we have the match right after…

As usual, don’t worry about that and eat whatever you want, mar.

Pre-match meeting

Kageyama: This is our first match of the regional qualifiers… Well, playing against Ryuuguu will essentially just be a way to kill time for us.

Prove yourselves worthy of the Teikoku name and show everyone the overwhelming difference in power between you.

Team: Yes, sir!

Kidou: Heh… We should play a match that the commander can enjoy, even if just a little.

We’ll bring back an absolute victory to him.

Ryuuguu [1]

Henmi: Hmph! They look like a bunch of wimps.

Kidou-san, what’s the plan today? How many points are we scoring?

Doumen: Maybe like, 10 points?

Kidou: Heh. You two, don’t be rude to our opponents.

Jimon: You said they had a new special move, right?

Come on, let’s have some fun.

Kamenaga: What’d you say?! You’ll get hurt if you continue insulting us!

Sakiyama: Huuh?! You looking for a fight?!

Otofune: How dare you! You’d better brace yourselves!

Kidou: Their new move’s nothing to worry about.

Heh… Let’s just get this over with.

Match begins

mar: (What should I do…?)

Option 1

mar: Yuuto-kun, do your best!

Kidou: Hmph. They’re slow.

Option 2

mar: Everyone, do your best!

Kidou: Let’s go!

mar: (What do I do? Ryuuguu’s falling apart…!)

Option 1

mar: I’ve had enough… They don’t need to go that far…

Kidou: Heh… Guess it’s over now.

Option 2

mar: …………

Kidou: …That’s the end.

After the match

Otofune: You… You’re all horrible… You can’t call this a match!

Kamenaga: My body and spirit are both completely crushed…

Kidou: Heh… They were no match for us, after all.

Sakuma: You lost because of your own weakness. Don’t blame us.

Genda: Sigh… I didn’t get to do anything. I was bored out of my mind.

Henmi: Hey, at least it was a good warm-up for today’s practice, right?

Kidou: All of you, don’t forget to do your cool down exercises. Be careful not to get hurt.

The bus leaves at 16:00. Don’t be late.

Kidou: Oh, mar. We’re advancing to the second round.

Well, with Ryuuguu as our opponent, it’s really no surprise…

It wasn’t much of a workout though, so we’ll keep practicing when we get back.

On the way back

Kidou: We’ll practice some more when we get back to Teikoku.

Honestly, practice matches against the second string’s team are more enjoyable than this…

We’ve got some time to kill until we get back... I’ll look over the class report[2].

Practice

Kidou: You’re too slow, Henmi, Gojou! You need to read your opponent’s moves better!

Let’s do that one more time!

Henmi: Yes!

Gojou: …Oookay, kukuku…

Kidou: Sakuma! Jimon! Let’s go!

We’re doing Koutei Penguin no.2!

Koutei Penguin!

Sakuma&Jimon: no.2!

Kidou: Good! Remember that timing!

Jimon: Got it!

Sakuma: Let’s do it one more time!

mar: (They’re practicing even after playing a match…)

Option 1

mar: You guys have a lot of stamina!

Kidou: That’s not it… We just don’t feel particularly tired after a match like the one we just had.

Option 2

mar: That’s just Teikoku for you, I guess…

Kidou: The match was essentially just a warm-up for us.

Kidou: The semi-finals are next… I can’t wait to find out who our opponent’s going to be.

I didn’t enjoy the match against Ryuuguu at all.

In the car

Kidou: Hmm… It’s still not quite there yet. Just a little more precise…

I guess it’s only fitting that we reveal Koutei Penguin no.2 in the finals…

At home

Kidou: Our practice made me sweat more than the actual match today…

I’ll go take a refreshing bath.

In the bath

Kidou: Koutei Penguin no.2 is great…

The way they jump out of the ground looks awesome…

Dinner

Kidou: I didn’t eat much before the game, now I’m starving…

Ah, but getting seconds is… No, I should stop there. That’s too many calories.

Kingcraft lessons

Kyougoku: You will find that throughout history, all of those who managed to rise above others have one thing in common.

And that is… an indomitable spirit. An unshakeable will to accomplish anything they set out to do.

Yuuto-san, would you say that is something you possess, too?

Kidou: Yes, without a doubt.

There is… There is something I absolutely have to accomplish, too.

Kyougoku: Hm! Very well.

Kidou: An indomitable spirit… Yes, I’ll absolutely get it done, no matter what…!

Kidou: I do have something I absolutely have to accomplish…

Teikoku has to keep winning…!

Kidou: Oh, mar. You can eat the chocolate over there if you want, it’s fine.

I just felt like eating some after using my brain.

The game against Ryuuguu today… It was pretty boring, wasn’t it.

What did you think?

Option 1

mar: I wish you could fight stronger opponents!

Kidou: Right?

Option 2

mar: A lot of them got hurt, I was really worried…

Kidou: …Huge differences in ability can be cruel like that.

Kidou: Tomorrow’s the match between Biyuutei and Ooedo. Whoever wins will be our opponent in the semi-finals.

I’m expecting Biyuutei to win… Though they’re both B-rank teams, so either way, they’re no match for us.

Speaking of the tournament… Looks like Mikage Sennou’s soccer cyborgs went to Raimon, after all.

I hear they had a bit of an argument with Endou and the others though.

Kidou: Well, no matter… We still need them to crush Raimon.

Kidou: I ate too much chocolate… I’ll have to brush my teeth well before going to bed.

You too, mar. Watch out for cavities.

Kidou: Alright, time to sleep.

Goodnight, mar.

At night…

Kidou: …………

…choco…late…

Ryuuguu as a whole is based on the tale of Urashima Taro. Ryuuguu is the undersea Dragon Palace, Otofune is based on the princess Otohime and Kamenaga is based on the turtle who takes Urashima Taro to the palace.

Kidou gets a report of what was taught in every class he missed when he goes out. I wrongly called it a "report card" in a previous day because I had no idea what it was... Now you know (I still need to fix it)

#sorry it took so long</3 im a few days ahead in my game so the Kidou AngstTM was in full swing for the entire week...#just reading it took everything out of me i was too sad to even look at the days i had to tl lol

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lockpicnic · 2 years

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[ PERFORMANCE ] This is a festival for street performers! Everywhere you go in Garreg Mach, you’re bound to find some sort of show - from puppet theater to firebreathing and tests of strength and skill. Stop to marvel at Fódlan’s talent, or maybe try showing off your own!

"Come one, come all, and witness before ye a wondrous magic trick!"

But he doesn't keep pace with the rest of the charlatans lining the street, alas. Their stalls are all flashy and loud and they're so energetic and, well,

he's wrapped up in bandages thanks to an uh, unfortunate accident having occurred prior this eve (he's in costume, he tells folks, not without wincing because ow), he's got no stall, no crowd, no anything. He sniffles.

And wow that attracts someone's attention, now doesn't it?

Or maybe it was the bit about the wondrous trick, who knows. He sure doesn't!

"Are you per chance interested, young miss? Would you indulge me and partake in my performance? It's really, really cool."

Does he have her attention? He hopes so. He offers a thin, pained smile. He's only half acting. He'd never lie - he's a holy man, after all.

"All I need from you, milady, is a single gold coin. Has to be gold, can't be bronze nor silver nor copper, they simply won't do. Well? Are you ready to be amazed?"

Coin, get! Cha ching!

He pretends to bite down on it. "Wow! A real, honest-to-gods gold coin! Thank you, miss. Now then! Are you prepared to see it vanish?"

He makes a few wild gestures. Oooo. Aaaaa. Woooow~

And then slides it into his vest, shows her his obviously empty hand "Wow isn't that amazing! Look, it's gone!" whirls on his heels, and takes off down the alley.

Patty knew better than to fall for all of the flashing lights and big fancy words. She prided herself in knowing a scam when she saw one, and she refused to fall for during the festival! No one was going to get her this time--

"Oh-- me? Sure thing! But it better be suuuper cool, or else I'm takin' my coin back!" His smile makes her feel a little bad, but in reality she just wants to see a cool trick.

There's a moment where she second guesses herself, holding out a single gold coin-- but there's no time to back out when Azama takes it out from her hands. She's entranced by his movements before--

...

"Huh?"

He's gone, and while she would normally run after him and take him down to get her precious coin back...maybe he was onto something.

"Hey-- old man!" Patty screams out to him, waving him off. "Thanks for the idea! Ya can keep the tip, 'kay!?"

#[ just thievery ]#[ azama ]#[ azama 01 ]#toamidsommar2022

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daydreamrulez · 2 years

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My Little SunShim

Chapter 25 - Sunset Rockin’ Surprise

Two days after the big fight, Sci-Twi is working on an amazing surprise for Sunset.

“There! It’s damn right done. Sunset is going to love it.” said Sci-Twi.

Sci-Twi heard knocking from the front door. She ran to the door and opens it. It’s Sunset Shimmer.

“Hey Sunset.” said Sci-Twi

“Hi Twilight. I got your text. You made something for me?” said Sunset.

“Heck yeah I did! Follow me.” said Sci-Twi.

Sunset follows to Sci-Twi’s lab. They’ve arrived and Sunset saw something that is under that big purple sheet. “What’s under that sheet Twilight?”

“It’s for you Sunset. This will help you with the next battle. It’s something that will change your life forever.” said Sci-Twi.

Sci-Twi picked up the sheet and under the sheet is a very awesome looking orange motorcycle that has a big robotic horned pony face on it.

“Sunset! I give you the “Pony Rider 3000!” said Sci-Twi.

Sunset gasps happily. “WOOOOW! This is amazing!”

It’s a super powerful motorcycle that can shoot lasers for the pony head’s eyes and inside the horn is a grappling hook that you can fire by pressing this button. The motorcycle can also drive on walls of buildings! Sci-Twi exclaimed. “What do you think Sunset?”

(Play this song and continue reading this story while the song plays)

“Lasers on the eyes, grappling hook inside the horn, and can drive on the walls? I LOVE IT!!!!! Thank you Twilight! It’s super awesome! said Sunset.

Sunset hugs Sci-Twi. Sci-Twi blushes and hugs Sunset back. “You’re very welcome Sunset.”

“Also I’m very proud of you girls from two days ago. We all fought Demon Shimmer very hard and we’re going to do it again. Together as best friends.”

“Always.” said Sunset.

Sci-Twi broke the hug. “Anyways, shall we get started on testing the motorcycle?”

“You got it smart dudette.” Sunset gave a thumbs up.

Sunset followed Sci-Twi outside. Sunset brings the motorcycle outside. She knew that she has something to help her for the next battle.

To Be Continued

#daydream shimmer #sunset shimmer #sunshim #mlpeg #my little pony equestria girls #mlp #friendship games #my little pony #equestria girls #mlp equestria girls #my little sunshim #fimfiction #fanfiction

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chxrlxslxclxrc · 2 months

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X ARTICLE

It’s been a busy few days but after much speculation we now know that Jess has repurchased Ferrari but this time she owns 100% of the formula one team and the brand.

This is a huge investment for her and we are not surprised by this, we always knew she wanted to get back into the business side of the sport and she is finally doing that. She graced us with a short stint having shares in the Italian team as well as Red bull racing but sold them to pursue other ambitions and now she has reacquainted herself with the powers of being a team owner and this is the best thing she could of done, we all know her and Charles are expecting another baby in May and this definitely seems the right time for her to have this stable career again, one where she chooses the board, the hours she works and the people around her whilst making millions.

We wish her all the success! ❤️ 🏎️

Pictures: https://pin.it/2P6ePm4KL https://pin.it/1NxxmO8QZ https://pin.it/3EO4kzjWo https://pin.it/5nNLFbdlm

Comments:

@.lecgasly this is amazing!!

@.1016 gods timing is always right

@.piarles what a queen

@.everythingleclerc her and Charles are gonna kill it

@.leclercsletters replied more than another couple we know

@.monacoprince replied FACTS ONLY

@.f1clo im so happy for her

@.lightsout they’re doing what’s right for their family

@.simplylovescuderia how amazing

@.forzaferrari shes gonna be a boss bitch

@.leclercsbabe girl boss

@.landosspacehopper talk about power woooow

@.spicy1610 replied most powerful woman in f1

@.pierrespanda no one is doing it like her

@.811016 she’s one of two women owners, one of them has a successful husband and making multi milion dollar investments the other one is apparently drunk off her face and should be nowhere a team yikes 😬

@.lecsainz replied omg now way

@.playboyleclec this is the best news

@.sharlleclerc shes gonna make so many changes for the good

@.jesscorefan my ceo xx

@.lecstappen rap me when they win the title this year

@.Ferraricore behind every man is a strong independent woman

@.leclerccentral go Jess!

@.landopitlane @.811016 i hope you’re lying I don’t need another train wreck owning my team

@.radioleclerc well done jess proud of you xx

Thanks for the support guys, I appreciate it a lot 🫶🏻 worst timing ever but I’m a little bit under the weather so I’ll just been easing myself in ❤️📱

#charles anon

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bisexualbuddie · 5 years

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WTF IM KINDA FREAKING THE HELL OUT I LITERALLY CANNOT STOP SCREAMING I NEVER EVER THOUGHT THEY WOULD EVER ACTUALLY GET MARRIED BUT THEY DID THEY DID

AND IM SO FREAKING HAPPY FOR THEM!!!!! YAAAAAY FOR BOB AND ELIZA!!!!!

#the 100 #beliza #woooow #this is amazing news #bellarke #otp: you’re too important to me

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thirillia · 2 years

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Like I did with my Stardust Crusaders rewatch, here are some Diamond is Unbreakable quotes I can’t believe are real and some moments that generally made me chuckle in my English dub rewatch.

(I might understand some words wrong. I don’t have closed captions for the English dub specifically.)

• “I was nervously walking myself to class when-“ *bumps into Jotaro’s crotch* “A GIHant [giant]”

• ahh yes Jotaro the “marine explorer”

• “Turtles give me the willies...”

• “If YOU don’t hurry it up isweartogod I’ll cut off that FUGLY COWlick.”

• “NHEEE HOLY SHIT! ....Ohh it’s just that turtle again.”

• “I’m technically your nephew. Bizarre huh?” “Nephew heh? Pleasure.” The Joestar deadpan.

• “He’s kinda scary.” “Yeah... but in a hot way.”

• “Getting the police involved won’t help. Just haul ass.”

• “Put some pep in you step!”

• “What did you say WATER BOY?!”

• “In fact I’ve never been calmer in my life.” “Yeah. Sure.” *Looks at a cabinet straight out of a Dali painting*

• “The humidifier!” *drop kicks it*

• “He managed to piss me off. So I thought it was only fair to repay the dickwad by turning him into a great work of art.” “Good grief kid.”

• “Has this rock always been here?” “Yes but its been given a... facelift.”

• “Don’t you know how to be polite?” “I know I’ll smash your face in if you don’t shut your goddamn mouth.”

• “I guess I better draw out this nap with some gentle asphyxiation.”

Oh the localised stand names… I still can’t with Worse Company

• “Luckily, we’ve got WINDows!”

• *looking at the Stand egg* “Are you saying I MADE this thing?” Koichi did you lay this egg?

• “Word to the wise Sergeant BRO.”

• “You’ll have no means of defending yourself. Giving me the chance to blow your brains AND HAIR into OBLIVION!!”

• “Yuuuuuck I wasn’t trying to sever it!”

• “Would you PLEASE shut your HOLE?!”

• “Why is this guy in my house? And why is he massagingmymomsSHOULDERS?!”

• “Who do you think you’re talking to, you sawed off little dickhead!?”

• “I’m not scared of that knife OR your tiny balls!”

• “You did torture that twatwaffle before he told you this right?”

• Okuyasu, crying: “I have a chiselled face too don’t I? :’((” (tell him he has a chiselled face Josuke)

• “Leeets pretend we didn’t see any of that.”

• “IIIIRGH I guess you’re right.” “Well of course I’m right.”

• “OPEN UP THAT MOUTH. Because here... comes the knowledge.”

• “The sensation of the word ‘Fwoosh!’ Literally sent her flying!”

• “I’m gonna yank off your pissfull prick, rip out your insides and feed ‘em to you as you choke on my MERCILESS LOVE!”

• “Quick! Get out of here!” “Save me Josuke!” “Its every man for himself!”

• “Well I’ll be a seagulls beak!”

• “Okay, let’s see now.... You had diarrhoea yesterday.”

• “AmAzing! It’s overflowing with sophisticATION!”

• “Woooow! Looks scrum-diddle-dy-dumptious!”

• “‘Scuse me, but what’s Mozzaza?”

• “Heeey, old buddy, old pal! You think you can share some of that with your bestie?” *voice drops like two octaves* “Not on your life!”

• *Josuke upon Okuyasu not sharing his food with him* “DICK! I knew you were a stingy son of a bitch, but this takes it to a new level!” (That’s best friend energy right there)

• Tonio and Josuke’s stare down

• *hardcore guitar solo playing while Okuyasu fucking DEVOURS that pasta* “MMMM TAAASTYYY”

• “For the LOVE of GOD, drop the meat!”

• “What?? My guts fell out!”

• “Dessert is... pudding? Ha. I’m too manly for this stuff!” ??????

• “I’m guessing it’s about Chili Pepper.” “WhAT?!” (I’m so glad they could keep this name halfway)

• “I’m itching to scrape you away, you glow-in-the-dark shithead!”

• “Now EAT shit and die your glorified nightlight!”

• “He was murdered in cold blood and you’re rambling about how strong the enemy was?!” “...Oh yeah you’re right. We should check up on Okuyasu.”

• “He’s [Jotaro] the last person is want finding me. He’d just kill my vibe.”

• “This is like a game of WHACKable on STEroids!”

• “OH YEAH, right in the KISSER!”

• “I’m reBORN as a KILLING maCHINE!”

• “I’m a Stand user.” “Huh?” “A Stand user.” “Huh?” “I SAID I’m a Stand User!” “You’re a second hand computer?” “I’MASTANDUSER!”

• “But you haven’t seen our nipples!”

• “Mr. Joestar, drop the baby!” (That’s Kakyoin’s spirit calling from beyond.)

• “Why are you here.... somekindofPRANK?”Rohan sounds like a gremlin I’m LOSING MY MIND

• “Now it’s time for a taste~” *starts licking a spider*

• “Your vomiting reflex is so raw. I simply must SKETCH IT!”

• “Hate to break it to ya, but your aim is shit!”

• “You better not try anything funny, or I’ll crush you with my Stand, you doodlin’ dipshit!”

• “I win~” *gets punched in the face*

• “Get out here you punk bitch!”

• “GAH! Careful! ROHAN IS HOLDING A PEN!

• *the funniest high pitch scream I’ve heard in a while, curtesy of Rohan*

• “Josuke. I’m going on a hunting trip. And you’re coming too.” This gives me ‘dad’s on a hunting trip’ vibes

• “Those are dead rats!” “Yeah NO SHIT!”

Most of the Rat hunting shenanigans that made me laugh rely on visual aid and are hard to transcribe into text so I don’t have that much of those

• “HOLY SHIT I FOUND IT!”

• “Wha-“ *drops shoes into water*, *starts crying*

• “It [Heaven’s Door] still doesn’t work on haters like Josuke, who wouldn’t know art if it kicked him in the groin.”

• “Did she say A MURDER?!” “Yes she did.”

• “Look at this! You’re dripping!”

• I’m sorry but the shot where Kira is holding the severed arm, who is holding a handbag is one of the funniest stills in the entire series

• “YOU’RE ABOUT TO GET SLAUGHTERED YOU HEAR MEEEEEE?!”

• “Too far too far TOO FAR TOO FAR TOO FAR!”

• “I’m rich, so it’s on me.”

• “YEEEEEAAHHAGHAHAA! MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEEEEEY!!”

• “We got a problem Josuke!” “What is it?” “Hrmm! Something weird’s happening in my pants! Ohhhhrrrrnmmn!”

• “This backstabber is about to learn the hard way what happens to thieving punks who cross the JosuYasu duo!” (Is that- did he- is that- did they do that in the original too and I didn’t notice?)

• “Why don’t you make Harvest attack us again, porcuPRICK?”

• “The tables will turn in your favour~ MY ASS THEY WILL! I’LL BUTCHER THAT BULLSHITTING BEAUTICIAN!”

• “Those two playin’ tongue-hockey?”

• “The end is close at hand... close in hand hehe.”

• “I’m gonna destroy this alarm clock from hell.” (I want to know who writes the script and comes up with these comparisons.)

• “That was not the sensation of human flesh EXPLODING!”

• “For the life of me I can’t figure out why I’m just standing here like a whimsy little bitch baby with a bad case of the SHITS!”

• *Rips the shirt off a waiter* “Good heavens sir! Was it something I said?”

• “Oh put a sock in it! Better yet, why not take the whole foot?”

• “Put your damn socks on right!”

• Jotaro: *smiles* *does the flop*

• “Hello everyone, is it time to head home already?” *panicked screams*

• “WOAH! This is all the info he collected about his toenails!”

• “Why don’t you give our friend a nice send-off? And make sure you add a little bit of style to it.” “Huh? Uh... IT LOOKS LIKE YOU WEREN’T SO BIG AND BAD AFTER ALL, FOOL!”

• Not dialogue but that sequence when Jotaro tapes Kira’s dad shut

• *putting tacks on Atom Heart Father* “I KNOW it’s a little tacky. KNA KNA KNAAA!”

• “Even as a little boy, you couldn’t suppress your urges to kill women.... But if that’s what makes you happy I’ll support and protect you.”

• “All that hair gel must be seepin’ into your noggin!”

• “Perfect. A self absorbed jerk-off, a moron and a bitch, three people I have absolutely nothing in common with.”

• Josuke & Oku: “You call this mature?” Rohan: *laughing maniacally*

• Rohan just sucker punching a kid with the ‘Rock’ gesture in a rock, paper, scissors game

• unnecessarily epic rock, paper, scissors match. THEY ARE LEVITATING

• “Surrender. The. Baby.”

• “Roshamboy, real name: Ken Oyanagi. Stand: Boyz Men Men, knocked out of commission.”

• “As my nails grow, so do my carnal desires.”

• “Hey Josuke! Check out those big ass holes!”

• *eating a box of tissues with a straight face* “Many thanks. That was quite palatable”

• “Well? Would you like the cream?”

• “Are the ice of creams unsatisfactory?”

• “An alien. An alien, yes! I should have informed you when we met! I am indeed an alien.” “You’re a loony motherf-“

• “Maybe I should knock that nose-ringed psycho back to the mothership.”

• “So how do the dice function? Explain.”

• “I’m such a bad boy.”

• “Shitbiscuits!”

• “Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit!”

• “You can’t just heal people without permission!”

• “Could you like??? Shut up?? Geez!”

• “I brainwashed her. Isn’t that great?”

• “Now let me add this, dickwad, his ass is grass!”

• “I’m gonna pummel his soul-sucking ass!”

• “If those freaky ass phalanges catch up to me, I can kiss my body’s nutrients goodbye!”

• “That foot-fetish dick could be anywhere!”

• “You’ve gotta be SHITTING me!”

• Josuke steals a phone and it breaks but he doesn’t fix it with crazy diamond and instead steals ANOTHER PHONE from ANOTHER PERSON who is also on an important call???

• “Okay master, let’s kill da hoe! Beeeeeetch!” (THEY ACTUALLY DID IT. THEY KEPT THIS IN THE ENGLISH DUB)

• “That full body odour you’re whiffing is curtesy of yours truly, you dick!”

• “How do you function?”

• “On a different note, Koichi Hirose decided to go on a walk with his dog.”

• *Radio anchor voice* “‘What is this place?’, he thought to himself. ‘Why am I here? Meow meow.’”

• “Did you realise you left without giving me a goodbye kiss?” “No.”

• “Stop hogging the alien!”

• “After I put this BRO-hole back in his douche-cage”

• “All of your skirts reek of ass-sweat” sentences I’d never thought I’d have to write

• “This is a new level of timey-wimey-bullshit!” (Doctor Who reference anyone?)

• “Piggyback please ~”

• “ITS A SHREDDER!!!”

• “That means I’ll have to pleasure to watch Rohan explode and still make it to work on time.”

• “Don’t worry. I can heal, if need be”

• “I can’t tell what happened, but Kira hacking up blood and flying through the air gets a Hell Yeah from me!”

AND FINALLY

• I’m calling the police on whoever wrote the boner line

#jojo‘s bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba #jjba part 4 #diamond is unbreakable #diu #josuke higashitaka #jotaro kujo #okuyasu nijimura #koichi hirose #yukako yamagishi #kishibe rohan #rohan kishibe #diamond is not crash #text post #thiris shitshow

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it's just part of the job

This is a once shot based on a request by @laurentrvn! I really loved the idea and tried to stick as closely to the prompt given, so I hope you enjoy!

Ship: Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 1248

Warnings: can't think of any, it's pure fluff

You were exhausted, to be frank.

It was just past 2 a.m. in yours and Tom's London home as he prepared for a late night TV interview based in Los Angeles.

The show was taping his part at 8 p.m. their time, which converted to 3 a.m. yours during the summer months.

Normally it wouldn't have been that big of a deal.

You were so proud of Tom for his upcoming film, but you were actually in the middle of shooting your own movie in the city, something you'd been busy doing all day long.

Crazy hours are just part of the job, though.

The interview wouldn't be long, so you'd agreed to stay up with your boyfriend and make sure he was well styled so he wouldn't have to call other people to the house in those early morning hours.

Thankfully, you were going to have a two-day work break anyways as your film's scripts went through some minor rewrites.

Because of the ridiculous hour, your stomach had decided that 2 a.m. was the perfect time for a snack, so while Tom dressed you had decided to scrounge around the kitchen until you found something good.

You brewed some tea in the meanwhile, both you and Tom deciding that this wasn't an ideal time for coffee, especially considering you hadn't slept in at least 20 hours.

You walked into the bedroom, a small tray in hand with the tea and snacks stacked carefully.

"Hey I got some fruit and some cookies but let me know if- woooow..." you said, brows raised once you saw Tom's outfit in the reflection of his full-length mirror.

He'd chosen to dress in a shirt you loved, a button up with thick vertical stripes tucked into some grey slacks, an outfit which was reminiscent of 70s fashion.

You had to laugh at the fact that he was even wearing pants, though. Unfortunately he'd learned the hard way what it was like to forgo pants on a zoom meeting, so he swore to wear them for any video call from now own.

Who knew, he might even be asked about it in his interview tonight after his boxers had previously gone viral.

Tom turned and smiled at your pleased reaction, walking towards you. After you set the tray down, he snaked an arm around your waist and planted one kiss on your forehead and another to your lips.

"Think I look good, eh?"

"I'm loving the fit, but we need to put a little makeup on you," you said, shimmying from his grip and disappearing into the bathroom to find the foundation his stylist had explicitly told him to use tonight.

When you returned, he was indulging in a chocolate chip cookie, the crumbs all over his mouth.

"While you finish that, I'm going to start on your forehead," you explained as you began dabbing a beauty blender along his hairline. After a few minutes, he had an even layer painted over his face and neck.

"Am I done now? I'm supposed to log onto the call soon," he pouted.

"Almost, I just need to swipe on a little blush and neutral eyeshadow and you'll be all set," you answered, focused on picking out a blush color that would look natural on camera.

"I don't even get why I need makeup. They're going to be seeing me from my shitty computer camera and office lights. I mean look at you. You're not wearing makeup and you look great!"

You paused brushing a light rouge over one cheek to give him a half lidded look.

"Nice try, but we both know I look like I was run over with a truck," you joked.

It's not like you were even trying to sound self-deprecating, it's just that you had been awake far too long after having done a physically taxing shoot all day.

The second you'd gotten home, you'd showered and gotten rid of any trace of makeup, leaving you bare faced with damp hair that wet the collar of your old t-shirt.

"Well I think you look beautiful," Tom reiterated, kissing your forehead again as you went to grab eyeshadow.

You hummed in response and quickly brushed a light tan color over his eyelids to complete his look.

"Okay, all done. You did a good job on you hair," you commented, still instinctively reaching up to reposition a curl.

"Well that's perfect, because I need to get logged on. Why don't you relax and I'll come get you when I'm done, yeah?"

You nodded and let him go, watching him head across the hall as you sat at your vanity, sipping on the tea you'd made for yourself.

Though it took almost 30 minutes of sound checking and ensuring a good connection, Tom's interview had only lasted about 10 minutes.

When asked about the time in London, he'd only had one answer:

"It's just part of the job"

As expected, he'd had to show off his pants and make sure everyone knew he was wearing them despite the wee morning hour. Also unsurprisingly, he'd been asked where y/n was, explaining her taxing day and praising her for helping him get ready.

Once he closed up his laptop, he got up and turned out the office light. He then untucked and unbuttoned his shirt, ready to put on some comfy clothes and get in bed.

"Hey I'm don-" he paused and stopped in the doorway, grinning.

In the 40 or so minutes since he'd left you, you'd fallen asleep with your head down on the vanity, a half-eaten cookie in hand and your hair splayed all around the desk.

"Darling, are you awake?" he asked in a whisper, his hand gently placed over your shoulder, to make sure that you weren't just resting your head.

When he got no response, he knew you were actually asleep.

Tom quickly removed his unbuttoned shirt and exchanged his slacks for sweatpants. He also haphazardly took a makeup wipe to his face, knowing that leaving makeup on his face would cause it to break out.

Once he was cleaned up, he came back into the room to take care of you, starting by removing the cookie from your hand and placing it back on the tray.

He sat you up, your head rolling backwards until his hand could catch it. Thankfully you hadn't scooted the seat forward at all, so all he had to do was hook an arm below your knees and the other around your back.

He stood with a little huff, your dead weight no match for his strength.

Though you were asleep, your head instinctively turned into his chest as he transferred you a few feet and laid you gently on the bed where he had folded back the covers.

The missing warmth of his skin awoke you as he shuffled to the other side of the bed, so you stretched and yawned.

"Sorry that I woke you love, I was trying to be gentle," he whispered, sliding onto the mattress as you rolled to face him, still exhausted.

"It's okay. How did it go?"

"Amazing of course," he punctuated the statement with a forehead kiss. "He asked what you were up to."

"Hmm. What did you say?" you asked, cozying up to Tom.

"I told him you were out partying while I worked all day, as usual," he joked.

You snorted, not having the energy to fully laugh at his joke.

"It's just part of the job," you retorted. You were starting to slip away again.

"G'night, Tom. Love you," you slurred hazily.

"Good night, darling. I love you, too."

A/N: Ugh this was so cute are you kidding me??? Pretty much all the credit goes to @laurentrvn like I said before. I was given pretty much the backbone of this fic and just filled in the missing pieces, so I hope it's what you were imagining with this!

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Hi! just finished reading your Tumblr request on AO3 and I just looooove your writing ;; if it's not a problem I wanted to ask how you imagine that Lucifer, Mammon and Beel would react to a MC who is usually very quiet and not very expressive, impossible to embarrass or make nervous, to suddenly, one day manage to make her blush for the first time (Also, English is not my first language, so I hope this is okey) I wish you a lovely week ❤

A/N: This is adorable! Sorry for the slow turn around, I hope you enjoy!❤

Lucifer

Stoicism is something he normally finds very attractive in a woman. To be able to keep such a level of calm outlook during even times that might even shake him. He loves the idea of a power couple, and the way you hold yourself. You definitely make one.

It does grate him that he can’t fluster you like you do him, especially during your time together in private. He tries multiple ways to even just draw some color to your cheeks. Flowers in the classroom, hand written invitations to private dining establishments and venues, he even went to the human realm just to find some kind of familiar comfort to give to you. You love them all he knows but he wants, craves to see an uninhibited reaction from you. He’ll get it one day, his pride depends on it at this point.

Luck graces him one evening after a hellish work day. A fight in the school yard leading to property damage he had to do extra paper work for. The only saving grace of that was it wasn’t one of his brothers, this time. Only followed soon after by a report of yet another racket engineered by Mammon. Then, to top off a horrible day one of Belphie and Satan’s little “pranks” blew up half his office.

All his loose or unprotected paperwork, gone. Nothing but smoldering bits of ash. He was now more than ever thankful to have you by his side. Before he could get his hands on the two you stepped in shooing him away to deal with the other fires that needed to be put out while you handled his office.

Things got done, in record time for once. He was able to rewrite his notes for the next council meeting, but at the cost of your weekday dinner together. A pity, but he knew you understood. Trudging up to his room he looked forward to perhaps a few hours of sleep before the next crisis struck. Then he found you.

He chuckles to himself quietly leaning against his door frame. You had beaten him to his favorite resting roost. You sat on his favorite armchair, rolled up tight in his comforter. All he could see was a tuft of hair and the very tip of your nose. Beautiful as always, but he wanted to rest. Well-two birds, one stone and all…

He scoops you up envious of how deeply you could slumber and places you on his lap. Kicking off his shoes he sighs blissfully before resting his head back on worn leather.

Mini fic

You didn’t expect to see Lucifer tonight. Today has been the absolute definition of a shit show, on nights like these it wasn’t uncommon for you not to see him at all. You would normally place your bets on him being unconscious at his desk. Though, he couldn’t really do that tonight. You pat yourself on the back mentally knowing that he would be pleased with the work you and the brothers did cleaning up his office. While you couldn’t get them to apologize to Lucifer you at least got them to clean up what was salvageable in his study.

After a few hours of cleaning his office was back in working order and your feet were screaming for a break. Bidding the two miscreants farewell and making them promise to hold off on the pranks for at least a week you let your body lead you to Lucifer’s room. The room was how you left it that morning. Your slippers next to his by the door and your robe tossed haphazardly on his linen sheets. You make a beeline for the only piece of furniture Lucifer loved dearly. How many nights had you snuck in only to see him melting into the old chain. His long legs sprawled out and tangled in his foot rest, while his body sinks into the imprints he has left from years of use like a lover's embrace.

Yanking the thin comforter from his bed you curl into the divots with a yawn. Before you know it your eyes close and the crackling of the fireplace lulls you to sleep. You awake with a jolt, confused and disoriented for a moment before your sleepy brain catches up. You fell asleep alone on the soft leather but woke to something unyielding beneath you now.

Lucifer sits underneath you snoring softly. His arms rest around your blanketed body. His head tilts down over you, his nose tickling your hairline. Like always he sports a mild look of annoyance. His lips were drawn in a scowl, brows crinkling in displease. You could tell his jaw was tense even while he slept.

Freeing your arms from your cocoon you reach up from him moving to cup his twitching jaw. With practiced ease you began to message the pin joints. You smile to yourself moving down to his tense neck and shoulders. This had become a nightly ritual for you when you shared a bed. When you knew he was asleep you would start trying to work away some of his tension from the previous day. You swear in the morning that he looks better on the nights you get the chance to.

This was your little secret though. You couldn’t bear the thought of him knowing you did this. Not that you thought he would disapprove. Lucifer appreciated acts of service, but just the thought of him knowing made your whole body heat in a flush. You push the thoughts away focusing instead on the extremely tight muscles underneath his brow line. It amazed you that he didn’t have any wrinkles after all this.

So engrossed in your perusal of his features you didn’t notice him stirring till his warm palm traps your hand to his cheek. Before you realize it his lips push a firm kiss into the flesh of your palm. Scarlet eyes meet yours crinkling around the edges. They were warm and radiant. “You’re blushing.” His voice was deep and husky from what little sleep he got.

“What?” You stammer.

Lucifer leans in tapping his forehead on yours. He studies your wide eyes and pink face for a moment before cracking a smug grin. “I’ve never seen you flustered before. Your blush looks good on you.”

“You caught me off guard.” He nods, kissing the tip of your nose tenderly taking impish glee in your squirming.

“Good-I will strive to do so more often. I wish to see you as undone as you make me.”

Mammon

Stoic MC? Rare pair? Rare pair. Mammon wears his heart on his sleeve. Nothing about him is slick. From week one everyone knew he had it bad for you. He is so open with his affections whether he likes it or not. Unlike you.

Honestly, how were you always so controlled. Ain’t the dame supposed to be all blushy and giggly too? It-it makes him think he isn’t doing something right. Is he not treating you right? Were you unhappy?

So he goes to do what he does best. Scheme. There has to be someway to crack that stoic disposition of yours. He gets clingy-well clingier now. He starts springing random vacations on you. Expect to skip class whenever he thinks he won’t get skinned alive for it.

He’ll take you anywhere all his internet research tells him to. Black sand beaches, crowded boardwalks to see the lights, deserted hiking trails late in the evening to watch the fireflies. He is sure it will work. But nope, nada. You love every moment of it and show him with a soul searing kiss and sweet words of praise. But damn you if you aren’t always so cool about it.

He is about to throw in the towel when he finally gets what he wants. At work no less. It was completely by accident but he isn’t one to complain. Perhaps he should go to work more often.

Mini Fic

“Pucker up!” Mammon’s make-up artist orders, squeezing his cheeks between her thumb and forefinger. “And for Diavolo’s sake put your phone down.”

“Shove off Cazzin.” Mammon sputters around the sour tasting lip stain and plumper. His eyes still glued to his screen. His freshly done nails swiping at picture after picture of fancy hotels and spas. Just thinking about taking you a private spring got his blood boiling in the best ways.

“Woooow.” Cazz whistles through her fangs looking at his screen. “Who is the lucky lady you are trying to impress this time?

“Mammon bristles, shooting her a murderous glance. The smaller demon blanches, purple skin turning ashy with fear. Her eyes drop to the floor immediately in submission, a sincere apology falling from her lips. “My girlfriend.” He says finally after cooling down. “I’m-I’m trying to impress her or something.”

“Well, pretty sure with a price tag like that anyone would be impressed.” Mammon only grunts barely glancing at the excessive amount of zeros on the page. Any other girl he knew would be a blushing mess after getting a gift like this. Hells, even Cazz was eyeing the site with open envy and excitement. Yet, this wasn’t the first time he had done something like this with you. Every time he did all he got was a blisteringly radiant smile and kisses that probably could send him back to heaven if he didn’t have a life long ban there. Not that that was a bad thing...but he just wanted more.

“You would think so…” He trails off clicking his phone off to focus on the rest of his routine. No sooner had his hair and make-up artist finished then his director was stomping and shouting down the hall for him to get his ass on set. Grimacing Mammon slides off his seat stretching to spare himself a few more seconds of peace. He stops at the door taking one last look at his get up for this shoot.

Damn, he looks good. It was time for a new spring collection, but more importantly, his most popular season. The light spring colors always brought out his best features. The pastel cotton shirt they “fashionably” threw him in hung casually around his frame. Buttons “tastefully” undone to show the smooth planes of his freely waxed and oiled skin. The linen board shorts and finishing touch of leather sandals gave him the perfect beach vibe. At top dollar mind you.

Hmmm-perhaps he could borrow this outfit for your next beach outing.

Unable to tone out his bosses shouting anymore Mammon makes his way to set. He thinks hard on what else he can go or take you to impress you, ignoring the poking and prodding of his camera men and set designers. His partners today, two incubus twins stood sourly next to him. They had been at this for hours and even he was ready for a break from the sweltering heat of the lights.

“Alright! Alright!” The director broke an hour later tired of the twins whining. He throws his hands in the air in exasperation. “We’ll break for an hour for lunch- lost the light as is.” He huffs stumping off for a smoke break.

“Finally,” Mammon sighs from his pose on the ground. “Think I got sand in my ass.” He gets up from the ground grimacing as he tries to brush the grit off his legs. “Shit starts to burn when they get hot.” One of the twins nods looking down at their own arms. Tiny burn marks showing on their fair skin, they will heal by the time the shoot resumes, doesn’t mean they will be happy about it.

“Want to grab lunch?” The twins ask tossing him a towel to blot at his sweating brow. “New food truck is coming in today.” Mammon shakes his head. You had packed him something to eat this morning and he kind of wanted to enjoy it in peace for once.

Waving the two off he hurries back to his room already salivating at whatever tasty food you got him. Halfway to the door he stops, the fine hairs on his neck standing up. Someone was in his dressing room. Devil’s please don’t let it be another rabid fan. He pleads before creeping forward to check. Whoever it was left the door ajar, peaking in he stares enraptured.

When did you get here? It wasn’t abnormal for you to just drop by while he was working, but you usually waited for him on set behind the cameras. You sit humming to yourself reading something on your lap, feet kicking out innocently while you wait for him. Flipping a page he gets a glimpse of what you’re reading. His feathers ruffle in satisfaction. He had plans on showing you these shots before their release date. They still needed approval from his director but he knew they were great. You flip through shot after shot humming or nodding at some. One shot makes you stop fully, eyes growing wide.

Mammon snorts to himself, knowing exactly which photo you stopped on. The next issue was focusing on “Elegance in the work space”, whatever that means. His designer for the projects went a little overboard with the cuts and designs of the business suites he was to model. The sketches and drafts she had thrust at him had made his head spin. They were all amazing in his opinion, but one had been killer, everyone had agreed on that. If he didn’t know any better he was certain that it would put him on the cover. By the way you were looking at it, he was hoping it would.

That suit really complimented all of his features. It was form fitting accenting his slim waist but hid the slight sloping of his shoulders. The gold of the threading of his vest was done up in soft floral patterns that popped against the dark navy blue of the suit's fabric. The dark blue really brought out the lightness of his eyes. The look was topped off with a bright yellow silk pocket square, polished leather wingtips and gold cufflinks. He was about to interrupt you when he saw it, that one thing he wanted more than anything.

The pink starts at your ears swiping across the bridge of your nose before blooming on your round cheeks. It was breathtaking. Thinking he was being sneaky, Mammon whips out his phone for a quick picture, no one would believe him unless he had solid evidence. But the flash gives him away.

“Mammon!” You jump caught, hands flying to cover your warm face.

“Oi! None of that!” Mammon moves quickly snatching your hands away from your face beaming. “I’ve been waiting for ages to see this face on ya, an’ all it took was a picture of me?”

“You- you clean up really nicely, Mammon.” His hearts flutter at your soft admission.

“Huh,” Mammon scratches his neck, feeling his own blush coming forth. “Well- I mean I could do that more often, so long as you keep looking at me like this when I do.” He picks up the stack of photos from the floor where you dropped them in surprise. “Ya know- I still got that suit.”

Your face turns molten- oh he was going to have a field day with this.

Beelzebub

Doesn’t even notice at first. He is kind of the same way with expressing himself too- unless food is involved. So if you are content then he is content, so who cares if you don’t show it on your face?

Well- he didn’t care, until Belphie brought it up. His twin didn’t mean anything by it; he knew that, but it made him wonder. He trusts you when you say you are happy, you have no reason to lie to him. But date nights, game nights, and family dinners you were always so impassive.

It makes him wonder, not enough to ask you though. Truthfully, he is a little embarrassed that he can’t read you as you do him. He won’t force it like his brothers might. He is patient and hopes one day it will just come naturally like it does for him around you.

Mini Fic

Beel watches you over his lunch. You two were silent as you ate, but that was to be expected on days like these. The school cafe was packed with students all jockeying to get a place in line for today’s special. He had gotten there early for the both of you to gap a few of the specials and sides before they were gone. “Are you ok?” He puts his fork down leaning in close to speak to you across the small table. It creaks dangerously under the weight of his elbows on it. You look up from your tea mug. He smiles at your perpetually mild expression, your eyes were hard but your lips and brows were relaxed giving away nothing.

“Of course.” You smile up at him, face smooth and controlled. “Just excited about tonight.”

Hmph, could have fooled him. Beel leans back, studying you intently. He hopes you were as excited as he was for tonight. A new arcade had opened on the edge of town last week and he thought it would be a great date night for the two of you. He had expressed to you on several occasions how he was looking forward to the roller rink and the hoop games. You seemed eager, giving him a closed lip grin every time he brought it up. “Me too.” Beel says finally turning back to his food. “Think we will win any prizes?”

You snort dismissively. “Us? The dream team? I would be surprised if we didn’t win something. Have you seen the plushies?” You pull out your phone and show him their Devilgram. “I want to try and get the hydra one…” You prattle on and scroll through all the cute prizes on their site. He nods along taking a mental note of all the ones that you pointed at, determined to get each and every one for you.

School goes by quickly, far too quickly for him. Each tick of the clock caught him by surprise, jacking his nerves up more and more. It wasn’t like it was his first date with you, but it never stopped the butterflies from starting in his stomach. After school he changes quickly and waits for you by your bedroom door. He fiddles with the zipper of his jacket until you finally open your door.

“Ready?” The smile you throw up at him is breathtaking. “Hope you don’t mind my get up. You mentioned a roller ring so I figured something sporty and functional would be appropriate.” You kick out a leg waving a hand over your bright sport leggings.

Beel chuckles offering you his large hand. “You look adorable as always.”

Being with you was as easy as breathing to him now. After all your time together in the house getting to know you you became one of his closest friends, even before you started dating. You shared many of his interests and wasn’t afraid to argue your point if you saw fit. You fill the train ride to the arcade with idle chatter, goofy selfies to send to his siblings, and annoying the other passengers with your ill-contained chuckles.

The place itself was packed but well spread out to handle the massive throngs of demons and beasts coming for drinks and a good time. “Come on!” You shout over the other very drunk and very loud customers tugging at his sleeve. “Let’s get some coins and find an empty station.” He lets you lead. You take full advantage of his impressive frame to part the crowds around you as you hunt for a free spot. “See anything?”

Beel peers over the heads of most of the demons and looks out. In the far corner sat a few jump rope games that were free. “Stay close.” He murmurs in your ear wrapping a protective arm your shoulders so you wouldn’t be swept away in the flow of the crowd. The games were...hard. Mentally Beel kicks himself. Of course an arcade in the Devildom wouldn’t be geared for humans. They were built for demons' fast reflexes and inhuman strength. You were a good sport about it though, cheering him on when the games began to move too fast for your senses. If a game broke in his zeal to get you tickets, well you were both fast walkers.

“Think we have enough?” Beelzebub asks hours later around a popsicle. His jacket pockets bulge with multicolored tickets screaming to be spent.

You hum around a scoop of ice cream. “Possibly-” Your eyes flick to the prize booth. “And extra, you want a plushie too?” He shrugs. No doubt the moment it got into his room Belphie will steal it to add to his horde.

You end up getting your stuffed hydra and a giant fuzzy minotaur to keep it “company”. You clutch them close to your chest, seemingly happy with your bounties. After that you spend a bit at the roller ring before you finally had to call it a night. Exhausted you lag behind Beel as you make your way back to the train station, feet dragging with each step.

Wordlessly, Beel stops just in front of you. “Here,” He squats, offering you his back, arms stretched out behind him. “I can take us the rest of the way to the stop.” He feels you hesitate for a moment before climbing on to his back.

“Thank you.” He thinks nothing of how soft your voice was, just barely a tickle at the base of his neck. Beel treks one once you are secure, stuffing his hands in his pockets to lock you in place. The rest of the walk was quiet but he didn’t mind it, your warm body and soft breathing in his ear was a comfort.

He stops at the benches with a few minutes to spare before your train. “We are here. Do you want-” He gasps quietly, cutting himself off before he could accidentally wake you. You sleep on unperturbed by his voice. Your hold on around his neck was tight, your head buried in his neck.

It seems only when you're sleeping do you let your guard down. A blush sweeps across your face, your lips pulled up into a serene smile. You looked-happy. Happy in a way he never saw before. He won’t say anything about it, he decides. He’ll cherish this tiny expression all the same. Perhaps one day he’ll see when you're awake too.

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