#also trying to figure out how to draw this was such a bitch...

[loveyourhate]

Sitting 0 feet apart because

[vowofbrotherhood]

assorted sissel and [REDACTED] doodle dump

under the cut bc it's all extremely spoilery

[strohller27]

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[todayisafridaynight]

through the power of delusion and yuri i can make katase taller than aoki's secretary

[lightbulb-warning]

16 classmates means 256 potential dynamics to explore if we only consider 1 on 1 interactions (which i will! ...until this sentence ends) and that means 256 drawings. considering that group interactions exist and it can be any combo that is... a way larger number.

i have 2 hands, 0 time and too much ambition!!

haha! oh no.

[dontmixpaintinyourcoffee]

This one goes out to all the bitches who love some good Safehouse Era Horror. It's me, I'm bitches. I want Jon and Martin to be fucked up and eldritch but I want them to be fucked up and eldritch and loved

(Notes under the cut because I can't help myself. Heads up, I do go into some detail of how Jon gets injured so I can explain my thought process for how I designed his scars. All canon-typical and fairly clinical in tone.)

Here's how I picture Safehouse Jon!

He doesn't need glasses anymore by this point, so he should just be wearing empty frames, but I drew this before I settled on my glasses headcanons. This drawing looks better with the reflection anyways.

He hasn't gotten a haircut since before his promotion to Head Archivist. He doesn't love the weight of it on his neck, but he also uses it to fidget, and he really doesn't want to go through the whole process of cutting it. He's disliked haircuts since he was a kid (People: Bad. Small talk: Bad. Touching: Bad. Loud sounds: Bad. People talking all at once: Bad) and since his time with the Circus he's only grown more reluctant to go and get it done.

At this length his hair is naturally pretty curly but he is. Not taking care of it. I actually put a lot of effort into trying to make it look brittle and tangled (I have a lot of experience lol, my hair is quite thick and I've always hated taking care of it. Yes I am also projecting my feelings about going to a hairdressers onto him why do you ask.)

The various scars were a bit of a strange task, but anyone who has seen my takes on The Bad Kids knows I'm not averse to selective realism in my fiction. Easiest one was the neck, I always pictured Daisy making a vertical cut based on "through the voice box". The larynx is longer than it is wide, so I think Daisy would go for the method that dealt damage across the largest total surface area. Yes I am aware that I'm speaking the same way Martin does when he explains his corkscrew.

The worm scars were easy because I barely drew any. There are a few marks on his cheek, but they're just surface bites. I picture most of his encounter with Prentiss showing on his legs, particularly on the right side, with enough damage there that he starts using a cane after the incident to keep weight off his right leg. More research to be done on this particular detail.

Finally the burn on his hand from Jude. This was the weirdest one to figure out just because of the nature of the injury. How do you quantify the damage done to an epidermis by a living manifestation of sometimes-boiling wax that can heat and cool at will? I settled on it being a second-degree burn that healed supernaturally fast, containing the damage to the space Jude had direct contact with. He'd probably have some mobility issues there as well. I know there are ways to help with mobility and pain after a severe burn, but I don't know how much of it Jon would actually. Do. Like I said, definitely further research to be done on these last two.

Hey so I'm gonna ask you to stop and consider the horror of the watcher. The helplessness. The guilt. The inherent terror of being a spectator, a participant by proximity but not by action. The horror of not being able to look away, of being a bystander. Jon forgets to blink sometimes. But wouldn't it be so much worse if there were no eyelids at all? That's how I interpret the description of The Archivist being "All Eyes" :D

I love a good Many-Eyed Jon, so I whipped up my own interpretation here. I think the more he Becomes the more he starts to resemble the thing from the dreams. He has a lot more control of it in S5, but it still creeps up on him and he has to consciously go back to a human shape.

[erinwantstowrite]

Halloween AU!!!

hey so. i put SOOOOO much effort into this au and for what? at least it ended up looking cool? anyways Halloween is my favorite holiday and i just HAD to make something for them!

i had a LOT of ideas for what everyone would be, but i really wanted to stick to a certain theme cause it's based around Halloween. i knew i had to have a vampire, werewolf, and a witch. cause like... obviously. iconic Halloween stuff!! but i took some liberties with everyone else and i think they turned out pretty cool!!

Jason was originally a fox shifter (which i still love and might draw art for some day) but i went with a bear in the end. is that because i thought about tiny bear cub Jaybin and wanted to cry? yeah. yeah it is. i KNEW Steph was going to be my werewolf though i started doubting myself when i went to draw her. turned out to be my favorite drawing on here which makes sense cause she is my light my love my daughter my will to live and all that jazz

Tim was actually gonna be a harpy but thank god i didn't go for that in the end. Duke was the one that was a bitch and a half trying to figure out BUT!! comments on the post asking what y'all thought led me towards Psychic so THANK YOUUUU everybody that commented!! (specifically those who thought of ghost!! Duke and Tim ended up being a perfect duo in this au)

Babs was pretty easy to figure out what I wanted for her. I read somewhere that they are seen as protectors of forests/ are considered spiritual authority figures and also.... she looks cool as fuck. Did not expect how easy it was to find a ref for a deer in a wheelchair though? I can never find the right hand or face angle reference but that was super easy???

For Bruce there was literally no question he HAD to be human. it's literally so funny that everyone who knows Batman thinks he's a spooky vampire but he's human. his first son, however?????? THAT'S the vampire. I knew Dick had to be a vampire too. A little nod towards that one comic run but in my au nothing bad happens ever 🥰 Damian also being a bat shifter is very on purpose because how funny is it that he's a bat man. Literally not a single person in the League thinks that Bruce is telling the truth about being human. Bruce you are NOT beating the secretly a vampire allegations.

adding in Jay's hilarious joke it's so fucking funny:

Alfred is actually a demon. I CAN NOT remember who made this post so if someone can help me find it, it would be appreciated!! because this was inspired by them!!! but somewhere i saw someone talk about Alfred being a demon that Thomas and Martha made a deal with (i think it was for an au idea?) and I just HAD to put it here. Alfred looks so human and everyone expects it, but he's definitely not. I put the ??? because it's so fucking funny. see if you can spot the 1 hint i put on his drawing that something is amiss!!

Peter is from an alternate dimension still, but it is not a world of creatures like him, it's just the same as LoF canon except Peter grew some extra limbs and eyes. He finds that it's actually pretty easy to fit in with the Waynes. Hard to feel like a freak when a guy can turn into a fucking bear, or your dad is a vampire, and the teenagers in the family are trying to summon ghosts or make potions.

additional doodles for this au:

i am still debating whether i am going to draw something for this au or write a oneshot, but i DO want to do something with these for Halloween

[muchmossymess]

Revali why did you have to make your bow look like that

[corkinavoid]

For @mysterious-messages, to 'Bless the child' by Nightwish

DPxDC Long Time No See

The crow was incredibly persistent. Which, of course, made it ten times more annoying in John's opinion, because he was trying very, very hard not to pay attention to the pitch-black bird with blood red eyes that was perched right outside the window.

Can't he have one single night where no impossibly powerful force of nature interrupts his attempt to drown himself in liquor? Honestly.

The crow knocks on the window again. Three perfectly timed knocks; this bloody bird sure knows how to draw attention, but it also definitely knows Constantine is avoiding it. Which is why it's insisting on making itself a nuisance, no doubt.

To be fair, John is not even entirely sure who's crow is it. Morpheus has a crow at his disposal, but his crow is a bitch. He wouldn't have simply sat on the windowsill and enjoyed annoying Constantine for the sheer spite of it. Death has her crows as well - very thematic, if you ask John - and then there was that one asshole raven that claimed itself belonging to Apollo.

And then, of course, there was-

Actually, maybe he should see what the crow wants. Might be important, after all.

Constantine sighs and puts his whiskey back on the bar before standing up. The world tilts to the side a bit - he might have had a few too many drinks, yeah. But then maybe it's just the side effect of the messenger crow being here, who knows. Constantine would rather put his money on the latter for the sake of his dignity. Not that he has much of that left.

He makes his way to the window, looks at the crow for a long moment, making his last internal debate obvious, and then opens the window.

"The hell do you want?" He asks, but quickly realises it was in vain.

He is not at the bar anymore.

Instead, he is standing in the middle of a graveyard, surrounded by tombstones, fog, and eerie silence. 4/10 on the creepy effect, John has definitely seen this shit done better.

The cloaked figure sitting on the nearest tombstone stays silent, watching him with unblinking, blood red eyes. John sighs again, pinches the bridge of his nose, and reaches into the pocket of his trenchcoat for cigarettes. If he ended up out of the bar anyway, he might as well use it for a smoke break.

"I'd rather you not," the cloaked being says, not a demand but a request by the sound of it. Constantine grimaces, but puts the pack back in the pocket. Arguing with this one will get him exactly nowhere.

"What's this all about, then?" He vaguely gestures around himself, at all the death, decay, and other things that start with the letter 'D'. "I never knew you're into this kind of thing. Very Mary Shelley of you," he raises an eyebrow.

The being - the Dead God, the Ghost of Time, Clockwork, Chronos, and any other name he likes calling himself - huffs a deep, low and breathy laugh. Then, he stands up, his feet firmly planted on the ground for once. He looks different to how John is used to seeing him, all sharp edges and monochrome colors, shiny leather oxfords and loose sleeves with tight cuffs.

Honestly, he kind of reminds Constantine of vampires. He really hopes this is not actually some kind of a new kink of his because John so didn't count on that kind of night. Despite what he's said before.

"No," Chronos shakes his head, his appearance shifting from young to middle-aged. Constantine blinks; if there's anything he learned about the Dead God through their various get-togethers, it's that his age usually reflects his level of seriousness.

But he doesn't have time to ask, nor does he get a moment to prepare, when a child, a literal goddamn child no older than ten steps out from behind Clockwork.

It looks like a boy, dressed in jeans and a blue hoodie with a NASA logo on it, and- He does look like Clockwork. Same pale skin, same eerie, unblinking eyes, same unearthly air around him.

Only, his eyes are a faint blue, like ice and winter skies. Like Constantine's eyes.

The unholy fuck. And he means it literally.

"Is that-" he starts, his throat suddenly dry, pointing his finger at the boy before he even thinks about it, but the Ghost of Time laughs again, a dirty grin on his lips.

"Yours? No, thank the Ancients," he says, making sure to sound just a tad bit offended even if John can see the mirth on his face. Bloody wanker. Constantine lets out a slow, loud breath through his nose.

"Amen to that," he agrees and looks at the kid again. And, as soon as the initial shock wears off, a sneaking suspicion starts to form in his mind. He narrows his eyes. "I don't want to ask, I really don't, but I'm going to anyway. Why?"

Clockwork's face looks distant for a moment, his features shifting into old.

"A child blessed by time has no home in his own life. A child blessed by death has no place among others," he says, and John hates when they speak in riddles, but he thinks he might be getting this one right. "I am only loved when I'm gone, the moments being held dear in memory. But a child does not deserve that," Clockwork's voice sounds almost sad, and, while John does understand it's supposed to be a metaphor, it doesn't feel like one.

But then, he is the Time itself. Maybe for him it's not really a metaphor.

He looks back to the kid, and catches the boy looking away with a grimace. Seems like they have at least one thing in common - they both hold a great distaste to Cronos' solemn way of talking.

Constantine is so going to regret this, but he knows where the Dead God is leading.

"Yeah, okay," he rubs his face with one hand, and, before he has time to ask or say another word, the whole graveyard is gone, and he is standing back in the bar, the low murmur of nightly crowd and warm light around him. Just like before he opened the window to the blood-eyed crow.

The only difference between then and now is the kid standing by his side, looking at him like John is the stupidest man he'd ever seen. Oh, he is already regretting this.

Constantine drops his hand down and goes back to the bar, where he left his drink.

"Want a beer?" He asks, and the kid rolls his eyes, trailing after him.

"I'm twelve," he deadpans, and, yeah, okay, he's got a point.

Fuck it, he is calling in a favor from Bats. That man has, like, twenty kids, he should have some parenting advice.

~•~•~•~

Yeah, the song really reminded me of Clockwork for some reason. Why am I loved only when I'm gone? is really stricking me as a line written for him because you only cherish the time after it's gone, you smile at your memories and pictures, but you rarely ever pay attention to it in the moment.

Also, I did my best with the Gothic aesthetic there, and here's the additional vibe.

Clockwork, just dropping a random ass kid on his occasional one night stand and vanishing into the night, knowing that John Constantine has a soft spot for kids and won't just fuck off to who knows where: it's for the greater good the better timeline

Danny, left alone with a clearly too drunk to think magician whose soul looks like a jigsaw puzzle: the fuck it's not

[shaniacsboogara]

jojo siwa claiming she's revitalizing gay pop and releasing 'karma' on the same night as conan gray's 'found heaven' and chappell roan's 'good luck babe' is so poetically ironic. it's like the universe WANTS to draw a comparison between jojo and queer pop artists.

the thing that makes queer pop compelling as a genre is the unique storytelling and experiences of queer artists told through their music. that doesn't necessarily mean every song by a queer artist has to be about their queerness. they don't have to scream "hey i'm gay!" in every single song they write. but claiming to be "reinventing gay pop" should mean you're telling interesting stories about your queer experience, right???

'found heaven' by conan gray is about growing up as a queer kid with religious guilt and disapproving parents. he equates being in love in an authentic way to "finding heaven", and the piece as a whole resonates with a TON of queer people in different stages of their lives. some people can look back at their childhoods and how much they've grown since then, some can relate because they're currently going through what conan's written about, and some people can sympathize with the way some queer people are treated, even if they aren't necessarily queer themselves.

'good luck babe' is a song about queerness and compulsory heterosexuality. chappell sings about a woman she was in a relationship with who decided to settle down in a conventional marriage despite being queer. the song reflects the denial a lot of queer people go through (specifically regarding the lesbian experience) and the unfortunate way a lot of them end up repressing who they are to conform to societal standards. it's fun, it's campy, but its message is still poignant.

as for karma… there's nothing inherently queer about that song. the music video for the original version, ‘karma’s a bitch’ by brit smith, featured a heterosexual storyline. jojo buying the rights to a song she didn't write isn't inherently a bad thing, a lot of mainstream artists do that all the time. however, if you're claiming to be a pioneer of the “gay pop” genre and your music doesn't reflect any queer themes or experiences, is it really “gay pop”? again, queer artists don't have to write exclusively about their queerness, but if you try to present yourself as a voice for the queer community without telling any of their stories, you're not going to be lauded as some revolutionary figure. if any of the songs on jojo’s album are actually about her experience as a lesbian or contain any queer themes, then i think she'd qualify as a “gay pop” artist. but so far, she's given us a faux edgy, generic pop song and tried to market it as some insane never-been-done-before feat. and honestly, if her entire album is like this and she continues to market herself this way, it's a slap in the face to all the genuine artists and storytellers in the queer community.

but let's stop talking about jojo siwa and start talking about the incredible queer artists who are truly breathing life into the "gay pop" genre: chappell roan, renee rapp, ben platt, conan gray, girl in red, kevin atwater, baby queen, mitski, clairo, dodie, and SO MANY MORE (feel free to add on some of your favourites because there are so many wonderful artists out there <3)

also: if you have a different perspective on this situation i would absolutely love to hear what you think and if you agree / disagree with this! i love discussing topics like this so feel free to reblog with your own take

[midnightshindig]

Hey👀👀 could we get some first kiss rex hc that are just emotional as hell?? Not necessarily angsty hes just feeling feelings😞🙏

Rex Splode x Reader: First Kiss

ughhhh i'm not over rex

also what the HELL Rudy

gonna deadname him forever sorry guys, not a biggot just a hater </3

hcs under the cut!

Rex is a nervous bitch

he hasnt really had a first kiss he's cared that much about since he was fourteen with Eve

and even then he was fourteen so he didn't really know how big of a deal it was

BUT this is post-lobotomy Rex

and he really likes you

and he can't mess this up

he can't "Rex it up" as Amanda lovingly put it when he begged her for help

"Pleaaase Amanda- you're a woman- kinda- you know about this romance junk!" he pressed his palms into prayer and knelt at her, shuffling towards her comedically as she rolled her eyes

"First-!" she shoved a pointed finger into his face "Don't call romance 'junk', it's annoying."

Amanda sighed a long, heavy sigh, and pinched her temple

"And two, I'm calling in reinforcements."

two hours later Rex is in his room with Mark, Eve, William, Amanda, and Rudy all piled in

Rex isn't sure why William OR Rudy are there, but he figures more the merrier

"ooookay." William starts, leaning onto his propped up knee "You've been seeing this person for how long?"

Rex swallowed his spit nervously "uhm... we've been like talking and going on dates and shit for a few weeks- uhhh..." he starts counting on his fingers before Rudy cuts him off

"Rex and Y/n have been mutually exclusive for two months and three days."

Eve's jaw goes slack "Two months?! Rex what the hell?" her scolding is teasing yet bewildered, a playful hand gesturing from its place around Mark's shoulder "Just kiss them already, why are you being a wuss?"

Rex buries his head in his hands, overwhelmed by the overlapping conversation and criticism as the room erupts into dialogue

"I JUST-" he calls out, quieting the room

"I want to make it memorable. And... special."

His face is on fire

he's blushing so hard it hurts

Okay now they HAVE to help him figure this out

so three hours of brainstorming and meticulous planning-- some light lunch and snacking-- later, Rex has a game plan

Everyone shuffles out of his room as quietly as they can, except for Eve, who tells Mark she'll catch up in just a minute

The door closes them into the same space, alone

"Oh, uh... what's up, Eve?" Rex's shoulders tensed as he took in Eve's serious expression and folded arms

She broke out in a small smile "Do you really like this person, Rex? Like you're not going to cheat and be a dick?"

He nodded a small, but intentional nod. Intimidated as fuck by his ex-girlfriend.

She responded by rushing forward and pulling him into a bone crushing hug

"oOoooo I'm so excited for you" she pulled him closer, as he slowly wrapped his arms around her in return

"Ha- Thanks, Eve. I appreciate it."

Eve pulled back and stared into his eyes intensely "Don't freak out, just be yourself, okay? I'm so happy for you, Rex."

As they separated and Eve made her way out, Rex flopped back onto his bed

He'd just received the blessing of his only true friend, this couldn't possibly go wrong.

A few days later, and you're reading in your room

a slip of paper came under the door

"Hm?" you set your book down and went to retrieve it

It was a crude drawing of the two of you-- yourself and Rex-- in the mountains?

It was hard to tell

he was not a good artist.

Regardless, you opened the door to find another piece of paper

and another

and another

all littered with doodle of the two of you, tracing through the GotG HQ to the "back door" so to speak

"Rex?" You inquired cautiously, fearful it may be a trap

"Hey!"

you flung around and caught Rex's nose in a high kick, before realizing your mistake and covering your mouth in surprise

"Ah!! Rex!! fuck- I'm so sorry!"

Rex hit the snowy floor like a crumbled piece of paper, holding his bruised nose and trying to shake it off

"iiiii'm good! I'm fine! Wuh-uhh... fuuuuck." He steadied himself by leaning onto you a little, wrapping an arm around you

You assessed the situation, thankfully not having broken his nose

"Oh Rex, I'm so sorry... and after all your hard work with those drawings.... is there anything I can do to help?"

"You can kiss it better."

The silence was thick with romantic tension, and you stared at him wide eyed while he stared back in abject horror-- at himself, not you

"No-NO! FUck- this wasn't- Ugh! Stupid- Stupid0" he groaned, sitting in the snow and leaning against the GHQ

You looked down at him, confused

He just held his bruised face in his hands "That's not how it was supposed to go."

Carefully, you sat next to him in the thick, powdery snow.

"How what was supposed to go?" you placed a loving hand on his upper arm

Rex leaned into your touch, eventually leaning his head onto your shoulder "I wanted to say all this shit about how much you mean to me- and how much of a better person I want to be for you, and all this stuff..." he pulled out snow-soggied crumpled notecards, passing the ball of paper to you as you deciphered key phrases and bullet points

He sighed again, nuzzling into your shoulder "Iwanted our firstkiss tobe special, yknow?" he looked up at you with the saddest eyes, obviously welling with tears "You deserve that much."

Now it was your turn to blush so hard it hurt

or maybe it was the cold.

"R-Rex- I don't... I mean..."

the longer you trailed off the louder the thumping in Rex's chest got

eventually, though, you spit it out

With a warm affect "Rex, you're so perfect."

and you leaned down, kissing his lips gently

He reacted swiftly, bringing his hand to your cheek, warmth bringing solace and comfort to the bitter cold threatening to permeate your layers the longer the two of you sat in the snow.

The kiss lasted what felt like forever

but in reality it was maybe three minutes

You noticed Rex opening and closing his eyes, to check if you were still there

When you finally had to part lips, Rex sifted himself up to be level with you, allowing him to wrap an arm around your shoulder and pull your head to his chest

"I really like you, Y/n. And I want to be a good guy for you."

"You are a good guy, you're the best guy I could ask for."

"No. I'm not. But don't worry, babe." his humorous tone crept back into the serious situation, easing the tension a little

"I'm going to be."

[fatkish]

Alpha Sanemi x Omega Reader Pt. 2 NSFW

You had become very close with Genya, seeing him as a little brother figure

You and Genya were with each other when the battle against Muzan began

You and Genya fought together against the demons until you came across Kokushibo

During the fight, you helped keep Genya and the others from getting too badly hurt, but that backfired when Kokushibo went after you instead

Due to your strong defense, Kokushibo saw that you needed to be taken out first and went after you

The others tried to protect you but you eventually got hurt

When Genya was killed, you screamed and became enraged, dealing blow after wicked blow to Kokushibo, you tore him apart in your omega rage

Sanemi held Genya whilst crying, Genya told him to be a good alpha for you, and to take good care of you, like you did for him

Eventually you all defeated Kokushibo but you were still distraught

You then moved on to fight against Muzan, there, you used your rage to help in defending everyone you could

During this fight, Sanemi saw and realized how deeply you cared for not just his little brother, but everyone

After the sun came up, you were exhausted and you dropped from your depleted energy

When you woke, you were in the butterfly mansion, Sanemi was sitting in a chair by your bedside, asleep

You smiled seeing the peaceful look on Sanemi’s face. You reached over and gently ran your hand across his cheek

Startled, Sanemi awoke and was prepared to fight, only to look down and see that you were awake

Sanemi sat back down and relaxed. After a bit, he began to talk to you, you both began to talk about Genya and you told each other stories about him to each other

You had praised Sanemi’s strength and abilities, and he complimented your amazing defensive skills

As time went by, you and Sanemi bonded over the loss you both felt and grew close to one another

Eventually your heat came and you gladly spent it with Sanemi

Sanemi’s cock is 8 inches long and 1 1/2 inches in girth. He’s got many thick veins and the head is slightly thicker than the rest of it. His knot is 2 1/2 inches thick

Sanemi is rough. Both with his words and his actions. When he eats you out, he’s biting at you, nipping and scraping his teeth against your sensitive flesh. He sucks harsh and strong, making many bruises bloom across your skin

He basically claws at your insides, digging his fingers into you, finding each sweet spot and assaulting it, thrusting his fingers into it and making you scream

If you try to crawl away, he’ll growl and grab your legs before pulling you back to him

His words are filthy and teasing. “Yeah, you like that? That feel good? The way you’re squeezing me makes me think you want more, you greedy bitch. Don’t’cha worry, Imma make you scream. I’m gonna break you and make you scream my name. You’ll be so sore, I’ll have to carry your ass everywhere for days”

He’s definitely a biter. He loves marking you with his teeth, he might not draw blood, but he gets damn close

When he’s finally inside you, he’ll push your head down with your ass in the air or fold you into a mating press before he starts thrusting

His thrusts are hard and fast paced, he’ll slow down sometimes just to really get a feel for you before speeding back up

He’ll aim for your sweet spots, grinding and pummeling them so that you’re a crying mess on his dick

He’ll chuckle when you scream, kissing away your tears as you come so hard, he’ll fuck you through your orgasms

When his rut hits, oh sweetie, don’t even try to run. This boy enjoys a good chase. He’ll let you run away as foreplay. He’ll track your scent and catch you, once you’re caught, he’ll throw you over his shoulder and take you back to your nest to have his way with you

He’s more aggressive during his ruts, but he’s also very affectionate. He’ll rub his face against your back when you’re asleep, he’ll hold you close and possessively growl whilst nuzzling you

He’ll croon and purr, feeding you and checking on you. He’s like a big puppy, but if you try to move away from him, he’ll growl and pull you back to snuggle with him

After having spent a few mating cycles with him, you eventually got pregnant with twins. Both of them boys

He was so happy and excited he growled and hugged you, kissing your face and nuzzling into you

During your pregnancy he was always watching you, helping you get around and getting you whatever you needed. He’ll hover and treat you like a queen/king, he just wants to take care of you

When you gave birth, he let you hold his hand as he sat behind you and held you while you were in pain

When his children are born, he’s all misty eyed as he holds his pups for the first time, he’s just purring and cooing to his pups before remembering that you’re in the room with him

He’s so embarrassed. But he’s such a loving and protective father to his kids

You both decide to name one of the boys Gen, after their late uncle Genya

You introduce the kids to everyone, Tengen, his wives, Tanjiro and friends, even Giyuu

Sanemi wasn’t too happy that one of his boys seemed to like Giyuu

Giyuu was indifferent to your kids but one of the boys would follow Giyuu around like a puppy much to Sanemi’s dismay, but you told him to be nice to uncle Giyuu

Sanemi reluctantly accepted Giyuu since his little boy seems to like him so much

He’ll play with them, wrestle with them and all around just be a bigger kid when he’s with them. It’s so sweet and wholesome seeing him with his pups

He’ll teach them to fight and defend themselves as well as how to use a sword

He won’t share his ohagi with them though. One time his sons stole his ohagi and ate it when he wasn’t looking, when he asked them if they ate it they lied and said no even though the evidence was all over their faces

Eventually you have another child. A little girl. She became her daddy’s princess

Sanemi would spoil her and reluctantly play dress up much to your amusement

Giyuu and Tengen got roped into playing dress up too one time. You told the boys that they make such pretty ladies

Tengen gives your daughter a bunch of pretty dresses and accessories to dress up with and he gave your boys a bunch of ninja toys and secretly teaches them ninja tricks

Sanemi loves his children and he’s their biggest supporter. One time, his daughter was being harassed by a few older boys (she’s 5 and they’re 6-7) they took her doll away and were keeping it from her

Her older brothers saw this and beat the boys up before handing her back her doll. Sanemi secretly watched the whole thing without interfering, Sanemi praised his boys for looking out for their sister, you scolded the three of them for resorting to violence (one boy had a broken arm)

All in all, it’s a wild ride with this family you’ve made, but you don’t regret it and you wouldn’t trade it for the world and neither would Sanemi

Tag list: @imagineshazamlokimight

[pupkashi]

Ok so can i request something?

Im currently on my period and i feel my insides tearing apart. Im having rough months cause my roomate who was also my best friend got in a fight with me and blamed me for everything (that wasn't even my fault) and my final term exams are here as well :((( imagine all the pressure

Can i get something soft with toru?my period is killing me and I would KILL to have this man with me rn

a/n: me when a bad bitch tells me to write comforting fluff 🫡 in all seriousness i hope this helps you even a smidge my beloved !!! i know how terrible and hurtful fights with friends can be from personal experience and i hope things get resolved for you soon <3 i love u so so so much you sweet summer child I’m so proud of you & best of luck on exams !

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sundays are your favorite days, you’ve decided.

sunday means you’ll have a warm, lanky, white haired sorcerer asleep next to you when you wake up. his arms tightly wrapped around your torso with his over grown hair tickling the back of your neck.

it’s sunday morning, and satoru is wrapped around you like a koala bear. there’s soft snores coming from the tired sorcerer, making you wonder what time he got home last night. the clock on the nightstand reads 7:42 am, making you smile. you don’t move or try to turn to face your lover, opting instead for reveling in his warm embrace, letting your eyes close softly and listening to his steady breathing.

satoru is awake by the time you wake up again, he’s drawing light circles on your bare arms. you turn around slowly, finding him laying on his side propped up on one elbow with his head in his hand. part of his hair is spiked up every which way, the other completely flat and there’s stray strands of hair all over his forehead.

“morning sweetheart” he whispers, smiling softly as he wipes away an eyelash from your cheek. the pad of his thumb brushes against your cheek, his hands are a bit calloused and rough, but you don’t care. you let your eyes close at the feeling, smiling before fluttering them open again.

“g’morning toru” you whisper back, smiling as he leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead. “d’you get back late last night?” he nods.

“first years had more trouble than i thought they would” he adds on, “you didn’t wait up did you?” there’s a pout on his lips when he sees you nodding.

“not too long though don’t worry” you assure him, flopping onto your back and staring at the ceiling, “knew youd be upset if you found me awake when you got home.” satoru smiles, you had him all figured out and he loved it.

“can’t have my baby losing sleep over me, now can i?” his voice is still raspy and deeper than usual, it makes your stomach flip and your heart stutter.

satoru moves around until he’s got his head resting on your chest, closing his eyes when your fingers find purchase in his hair. you both stay quiet for a bit, your fingers running through his hair and satoru letting his body fully relax under your touch.

“missed you” he mumbles, not opening his eyes. “wish everyday could be like this” the sigh that leaves his lips makes you frown a bit.

“don’t worry angel boy, one day it will be” you assure him, continuing to play with his hair, smiling when you form it into a giant spike before combing it down again. “for now, you wanna make breakfast?”

the sorcerer hums in agreement, standing up and stretching before the two of you head to the restroom, grabbing your respective toothbrushes.

“any plans today?” satoru asks, words jumbled and muffled thanks to the toothbrush in his mouth, but you understand him perfectly. you shake your head ‘no’ the two of you spitting and rinsing your mouths before heading to the kitchen.

there was only one way satoru would eat his veggies, and it’s if you made them in his eggs. while you chopped up some bell peppers, mushrooms and rinsed spinach, satoru put coffee to brew. small talk filling the space of the kitchen as you two slowly woke up.

it’s not long before satoru was wrapping his arms around your waist, letting his head rest on your shoulder as he watched you cook the eggs. he’s placing soft kisses on your neck, smiling when he hears your giggles.

“your hair tickles” you laugh, making no attempt at pushing him off you.

“should i get a trim?” he asks you, laughing when you immediately respond with a quick ‘no!’

before long satoru has two coffees on the dining table, accompanied by two plates of food that you set down moments later. it’s peaceful as the two of you talk, hearing the world outside wake up, cars going up and down the street every five, ten minutes and birds singing sweetly by the bird feeder you’d set up with satoru not long ago.

“think a dove is setting up a nest in the garden” you smile, watching as your lover immediately looks up from his food excitedly.

“really? i told you we should’ve gotten the bird houses!” his eyes are gleaming as he stares out the window, smiling at the sight of two doves at the bird feeder. me and you, he thinks, staying quiet so he could continue to listen to you tell him of the new season premiere tonight.

the day passes slowly, with you two lounging on the couch watching an episode of whatever show you two had started during the week before getting ready for the grocery store.

satoru takes grocery shopping you very seriously, writing down every item you say on a paper list as you check the pantry and fridge. soon enough the two of you are on your way to the store, satoru grabbing a shopping cart and following you as you pick out everything.

he does make himself useful by getting whatever you tell him to, smiling widely when you approve of his fruit picks and sets them in the cart gently. he does all of the heavy lifting, carrying all your groceries in the house in one trip, not even breaking a sweat as he softly sets them down.

the two of you work harmoniously putting everything away, never once bumping into each other and easily understanding what the other wants without having to say a word.

“should we do takeout tonight?” he asks, looking down at you. the two of you freshly showered and now on the couch. your head in his lap as you both wait for the new episode of your show to premiere.

“yeah, what’d you have in mind?” you ask. 20 minutes later the two of you are eating dinner, drinking a bottle of wine satoru picked up on his way back home.

it seems unreal to satoru. being home. no matter how many weekends he spends with you, they all seem to be like a dream. he doesn’t care much for the show on tv, but he still sits with you and watches it for the full hour, listening intently to anything you had to say.

its dark out, and to both you and satoru’s dismay sunday has come and gone all too quickly. you’re both back in bed, in each others warm embrace. conversation topics come and go quickly, the two of you laughing loudly at any little thing.

“oh my god it’s already two in the morning” you gasp, looking at your lover with a shocked expression, “how do we always manage to talk all night?” satoru laughs as you try to pull the blanket over yourself, as if that would instantly make you fall asleep.

“time flies when you’re with the love of your life” he sing songs, joining you under the blanket and looking at you with fond eyes.

“that’s not how that goes” you tease, watching as he rolled his eyes, muttering a ‘come here’ before getting you back in his arms, peppering kisses over your face as you giggle.

“toru you have to be up early!” you scold, the smile on your face is a juxtaposition to your words. and you can’t help but smack him softly when he points it out.

“alright, alright” he sighs, turning off the dim lights and leaving a mixture of moonlight and streetlights illuminating the room. “let’s go to sleep then.”

it doesn’t take long to get cozy, the weeks exhaustion still prominent as you two begin to doze off quickly. satoru tries to keep talking, but his words don’t make much sense as they’re muffled against the top of your head.

“g’night toru, i love you” you whisper, holding him a bit tighter as he replies, already half asleep.

“g’night sweetheart, i love you.”

sunday ends the same way it began. with satoru wrapped around you like a koala, his streaky breathing lulling you to sleep. his body radiating warmth that makes you feel more sleepy. you can hear his soft snores after a couple minutes, it makes you smile.

you don’t dwell on the fact that come tomorrow morning, his side of the bed will be cold and you’ll have to go back to your routine. instead you sigh happily, letting yourself enjoy your lovers company on your favorite day of the week.

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head down and focus | mv33, gp

hi, long time no see since adult life is trying to crush me completely BUT i am not giving it up

here comes something intense, well, maybe this part is not as intense as the second one (because yes, there will be two parts of it because this bitch long as hell i got a bit carried away lol)

anyway, i guess this one is just for the real connoisseurs and if you dont like the idea of what i cooked here, just do it for yourself baby and scroll away

anyway, bon appetit! (and @subaru-copilot made those gifs btw)

summary: max and reader are secretly dating but it's nothing what an sharp eye of a race engineer couldn't spot. so if GP already got that something is going on between them, then why not invite him to their bedroom?

pairing: max verstappen x fem!red bull driver x gianpiero lambiase

warnings: s3x scene (in here just max x reader) nothing super explained though, some swearing i don't know how many times i used 'fuck' in here im sorry, mentions of voyeurism, is GP calling Max a good boy should have a trigger warning? idk

It started as a joke.

An innocent one, thrown out after one of the races to ease the tension.

After a while, the topic resurfaced—again as a joke—but this time it didn’t leave either Max or Y/N’s minds as quickly as it had before.

When the subject came up a third time, it was clear it had stopped being a joke. Even though they both wanted it to remain one.

"Do you think he leads like that during sex too?"

The question came at the least expected moment. Max was in the middle of putting on a condom, and Y/N, cheeks flushed, lay beneath him.

Max furrowed his brow at her question.

"Who?"

"GP," she answered, lifting her gaze to his face. Max’s cheeks were also tinged with red, his lips slightly swollen from kissing, and his tousled hair fell over his forehead.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Max shook his head in disbelief, adjusting the condom and moving a little closer to her. He wetted his fingers and ran them along her already soaked pussy. It wasn’t necessary—she was wet enough to take him comfortably.

"Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it too," she said, not breaking eye contact, partly to gauge his reaction. Max slid into her without a word, slightly more forcefully than he had intended, irritated by the remark. She hissed, sucking in air through her teeth and gripping the sheets with clenched fists. Max clearly hadn’t been as gentle as he’d planned, so he quickly braced himself on either side of her head and leaned down to kiss her. He moved his hips slowly, drawing out long, soft moans from her.

"Maybe I have thought about it," he said after a moment, towering over her and slowly letting her adjust to his size. It had been quite a while since they last had sex, and Max didn’t want to spend this moment thinking about his race engineer. "Doesn’t change the fact this isn’t the right time for that conversation."

"I’m just curious," she replied, pulling him closer and kissing his collarbone. Judging by Max’s reaction, she figured maybe she had gone too far, even if she had meant it jokingly. She didn’t want to piss him off.

"Hey, it’s okay," he assured her when he noticed her slightly sheepish expression. He touched her cheek and lightly rubbed it with his thumb. "And GP definitely seems like the type who leads during sex. No doubt."

She smiled, glad her stupid comment hadn’t ruined the mood. She grabbed Max’s cheeks and pulled him into a long, wonderfully messy kiss.

Their sex was so good it occupied their thoughts for days. But a few days passed, and duty called—meaning it was time to focus on racing and pretend they weren’t sleeping with a teammate.

Max and Y/N exchanged one last, silent smile—though both would have rather shared a kiss. But surrounded by mechanics and paddock staff, that smile had to do, as they each walked off to their respective parts of the garage.

Max returned every greeting with a smile. Nothing unusual there—both he and Y/N were well-liked. Contrary to the rumors and accusations, Red Bull had become a very tight-knit organization. Or, as the PR people said, they were simply one big family. Disfunctional sometimes, but still a family.

"Hey there, champ," Gianpiero smiled up at Max from behind his tablet. "Earlier than usual."

"Do you think he leads like that during sex too?"

The thought hit Max so hard, it felt like walking full speed into a glass door.

It took him about one and a half seconds longer than usual to pull himself together. He hoped GP hadn’t noticed.

"Morning’s quieter than usual," he replied, trying to maintain his composure. "Media folks must be stuck in traffic, so I figured I’d do something useful."

The man chuckled, swiping across his tablet screen, preparing to go over the latest updates with Max. Verstappen, if he could, would’ve high-fived himself. "Everything’s fine," he told himself as he set down his backpack and sat beside him. "Just act like nothing’s happening."

And really, if something is weird, pretending it’s normal often makes it feel that way.

Max listened intently as Gianpiero explained small changes made to the car and how they would suit the track’s specifications. Max was usually a focused student, listened a lot, and gave feedback. GP always made sure to be as clear and understandable as possible, enjoying it when things clicked.

This time, GP had again prepared everything excellently—but Max seemed to be in his own world, not quite the focused student today. Walking into the garage, he’d felt sharp and ready to prepare for the race. But seeing Gianpiero—and more than that, hearing his voice—completely knocked him out of rhythm.

How absurd was it to sexualize your race engineer? And more absurdly—why couldn’t he stop?

"Do you think he leads like that during sex too?"

"You’re not focused, Max," Gianpiero’s voice pulled him out of his daze. He had, indeed, drifted off in the most pathetic way.

"Sorry," Max quickly shook his head and leaned in closer. The scent of GP’s cologne enveloped him even more. Fuck, did he always smell like that? "I’m listening, I’m listening."

"Head down and focus," his voice wasn’t angry—wasn’t even annoyed. GP knew emotions had no place in engineering. He simply clicked back a few slides and resumed the topic he suspected Max had mentally wandered away from.

It wasn’t much easier now.

"Head down and focus," echoed in Max’s head like a tennis ball in an empty court. He gnawed the inside of his lip, eyes fixed on the notes, and whenever GP looked his way, Max nodded to signal understanding.

"Head down and focus"— fuck’s sake. Max grabbed his water bottle and took a sip, his mouth suddenly dry. "Head down and focus," he imagined Gianpiero standing over him while he lay between Y/N’s thighs, trying to get her off with his mouth.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

"We wanna get this nicely done, aren’t we? So head down and focus, Max. You can do this."

Max took another sip, squeezing the bottle a little too hard, making it crackle.

GP just shot him a mildly amused look, and Max quickly set the bottle aside. What he really needed to cool off wasn’t water—it was a bath in a tub of ice.

The situation didn’t improve when Y/N strolled into his side of the garage, pretending to casually check on things.

"Hi, GP," she smiled at him, leaning against the station where he and Max were sitting. "New haircut?"

Gianpiero laughed at her words, taking the jab in good humor. His relationships with both Max and Y/N were strong, relaxed, and full of such teasing.

"I really appreciate you noticing," he said theatrically, pressing a hand to his chest, making her giggle. She squeezed his arm warmly, wished them a productive day, and returned to her tasks.

"That girl," GP shook his head with a smile, swiping his stylus across the tablet.

"Such a minx, isn’t she?" Max watched her go.

"In that respect, you two are a perfect match," Gianpiero admitted, looking up from his tablet. When he did, Max quickly averted his gaze. But GP was much more observant than people gave him credit for—certainly more than Max or Y/N realized. Then again, he was a race engineer—being observant was practically his job description.

Max and Y/N did a fantastic job maintaining professionalism—so good, in fact, that probably no one, aside from Gianpiero, suspected anything was going on between them.

No one likely suspected either that Max wasn’t sleeping in his own hotel room on race weekends—like tonight, for instance.

"You seriously thought about that?" Max asked out of nowhere while they lay on the girl's bed. She was reviewing race notes; he was scrolling through social media. At some point, though, his finger stopped, and his thoughts—off the leash—wandered straight to Gianpiero.

"Thought about what?" she replied, not looking up from her pages.

"Please don’t make me say it," Max locked his phone and set it aside, leaning back. The girl looked at him, and he looked back, trying to make it obvious what he meant.

"I may be a great driver, but I still can’t read minds," she said, and Max sighed in resignation.

"I mean GP."

"My God, Max Emilian," she cut him off before he could continue, covering her face with her hands. "You’re seriously making this weird."

"I wasn’t the one who brought it up at the worst possible moment," he defended himself. "I’ve never thought about Gianpiero during sex!"

"Never?" she raised a brow, giving him a yeah-right look. "Seriously, never?"

"Give me one rational reason why I would," he said, looking right at her. Sure, GP had never crossed his mind during sex—Max had been too focused on more relevant things. But now? Now, if he went down on her, he couldn’t help but imagine GP standing over him, saying in that familiar radio voice, "Head down and focus."

"I mean, he’s attractive," she admitted. "You can’t tell me he’s not."

Max bit the inside of his cheek. He’d be lying if he said otherwise. GP looked good, always smelled good, and somehow managed to look great even after sleeping two hours the whole race weekend. Plus, he was insanely smart—which was sexy as hell on its own. And, fuck’s sake, that voice.

"He’s married," Max said, looking back at her. She just shrugged.

"So what? I’m just saying he’s handsome. And I'm saying that respectfully."

It was absurd. So absurd that Max started laughing under his breath. He rubbed his face with his hands and sighed. "I won’t be able to do the next race with him. I already couldn’t focus today on what he was saying to me."

"I'm impressed you managed as long as you did," she laughed, putting her notes aside. She knew there was no point continuing to study.

Of course, it’s not like they hadn’t had a conversation about who on the team they wouldn’t sleep with. Hell, who in the entire paddock they wouldn’t sleep with. Anyone who claimed they’d never thought about those things was lying. You spend such an obscene amount of time around these people that those thoughts pop into your head whether you want them to or not. Like, come on now.

They spent the evening having such ridiculous conversations that if someone had put a glass to the door and eavesdropped, they would’ve assumed a pair of teenagers were inside, just discovering what sex was. That level of ridiculous. So much so that Max, head down and cap pulled lower over his eyes than usual, walked into the garage the next morning.

Of course, the center of attention was none other than Gianpiero. And both of them, slightly ashamed—because GP definitely didn’t deserve to be sexualized like that—came to the conclusion that Max could fuck Y/N to the sound of his instructions.

The night passed, and the next day there was no escaping Gianpiero; they had a full day of work ahead of them.

"Hey," the man turned around after hearing the commotion behind him, caused by none other than Max entering the garage. The younger man smiled at him briefly and patted him on the back, but couldn’t get a single word out. Which was, of course, more than embarrassing.

"Everything okay, Max?" GP asked, after a moment of casting sidelong glances in the driver’s direction, now fully convinced something was wrong. "First race nerves? Isn’t it a little late for that, champ?"

He said it playfully, trying to lighten the mood. Max was already sitting in the car, ready to begin the practice session, staring off into space. When he heard the engineer’s voice, he sighed and shook his head. You’re acting like an idiot, Max, he thought. Get it together. Don’t make it weird.

"Everything’s fine," he nodded and looked down, adjusting the straps on his gloves. "I just want to get started already."

"Impatient boy," Max could hear the smile in his voice as the words came through his headset. Fuck you, GP. Fuck you so fucking much.

Max looked up toward Red Bull’s pit wall and saw GP standing with a slight smile, leaning back against the data monitors, swiping across his tablet—having no idea what he was capable of doing just by existing, completely unaware of it.

Soon after, the countdown ended and the cars slowly began to leave their garages, eager to get in some solid laps.

"Any feedback on the car, Max?" GP asked, as the Dutchman hadn’t said a word over halfway into the session. "Let me know how we managed the balance problems, please."

"Everything’s fine," Max said curtly, tightening his grip on the steering wheel as he took a corner more aggressively than planned. "Fuck, I mean—it's, uh, it’s fine."

"Copy that."

By the time the first practice session ended, Max felt like he’d driven the race of his life. He climbed out of the car, pulled off his helmet and balaclava, and wiped his face with his hands. But before he could take out his earpieces, Gianpiero’s voice came through again.

"Lunch together?" The Dutchman was just about to remove the earpiece but looked over and saw the man still sitting at the pit wall, now watching him intently. Fuck. "I think we need to talk, right?"

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Max somehow managed to maintain eye contact and just nodded. The man smiled and turned back to his workstation, resuming his duties for a moment. Max, in that instant, wished GP would just forget the lunch and focus on work—his stomach twisted at the mere thought of the conversation ahead.

The Dutchman, of course, didn’t consider that Gianpiero, not just his race engineer but also a friend, might actually be worried about the strange behavior Max had been displaying for several days. Max felt like every filthy thought that had passed through his head in the last 48 hours was written all over his face, and GP—of course—would have no trouble reading it.

Shortly after the first practice session ended, Max headed to the canteen. He dragged his feet endlessly, but finally pulled himself together after an internal motivational speech—basically just swearing at himself to stop being a pussy—and appeared in the small Red Bull cafeteria. Gianpiero was sitting at a table in the corner by the window, eating lunch and scrolling through his phone.

"Sorry I’m late," he mumbled, placing the pasta and chicken salad on the table, pulling out a chair, and sitting down.

"No worries," GP smiled at him warmly. Fucking hell. This man was born without the part of the brain responsible for anger and negative emotions.

At first, they sat in silence for a while. Then, word by word, a loose conversation developed about the previous session, the car, and the collected data. Max managed to relax—he finally reminded himself that hey, it’s just GP. The person who knows everything about him—well, almost everything—who knows him like the back of his hand and who always wants the best for him. Everything is always fine when GP has his eye on it. Everything is just fine.

"Well, I wouldn't want this to be uncomfortable for you, so I’ll skip the lame small talk and just say I know," Gianpiero spoke up after a moment of silence, when his plate was empty and his coffee was nearly finished. He raised his eyes and looked at Max’s face, which didn’t flinch even a millimeter. He felt like his heart stopped for two full seconds.

Fuck.

"Know what, exactly?" Max twisted open a bottle of water and leaned back in his chair, taking a few sips. Gianpiero could tell he was tense. His body language tried to say otherwise, but there was no escaping it.

The man was about to speak when Y/N and Hannah walked into the buffet, deeply engaged in what he assumed was a lively conversation about the recent track events. He caught the girl's gaze and gave her a smile, which she returned. Still, her internal reaction was probably no different than what was consuming Max at that moment.

Fucking hell.

"That there’s more going on between you than just professional collaboration," he replied, watching them as they left the buffet with coffee cups and food containers. Max followed his gaze and saw only the familiar hair color and well-known silhouette still dressed in a racing suit as she walked out the door.

Max blinked several times. It took him a moment to process the words. Act cool. Act. Cool.

He knew there was no point in hiding the truth. He suspected that sooner or later people would start guessing. But that someone would be GP—his safe harbor—was a surprise. The last person who would judge him or throw unpleasant remarks.

The man looked back at him, waiting for him to respond. He was smiling slightly, sitting relaxed. Honestly, he had hoped to hear something more pleasant than the never-ending issues with car balance. But he had known Max for a long time and knew how professionally he approached his work—meaning, he wasn't the most expressive. Still, he wanted him to know that if anyone wasn’t going to judge him, it was him.

"Are we just terrible at hiding it, or is it your sharp eye?" Max didn’t quite sigh, but he felt like a massive weight slid off his chest. He smiled slightly and raised his eyes to him.

"Well, I wasn’t entirely sure," Gianpiero smiled more broadly. "But your recent behavior kinda confirmed it for me and well, here we are."

Max knew exactly what he meant. Yet in the spiral of absurdity, he forgot that Gianpiero might be referring to the fact that he was sleeping with a teammate—not that he was sleeping with a teammate and wanted him to guide them through it.

"Sorry," Max sighed this time. "I didn’t mean to act weird."

"Oh, come on, you don’t have to apologize to me," GP shook his head. "From a technical standpoint, as your engineer, I just wanted to know what might be occupying your thoughts."

"Technical standpoint?" Max laughed. "Not as my friend?"

The atmosphere loosened, and Max’s tongue untied on its own. He wasn’t particularly talkative by nature, but with Gianpiero, he had a tendency to ramble like the biggest gossip. From the outside, it might have looked like two grown men talking about work, but in reality, Max was close to giggling and GP was listening like a teenager’s best friend soaking in all the juicy drama.

Max felt so comfortable he barely stopped himself from saying too much. GP probably couldn’t handle that much in one sitting. The older man could tell there was something more, though—the moment Max looked down, fiddling with a salt packet, it was a clear sign something else was up.

"Is there something you want to add?" he asked, looking at Max’s face. He was still smiling gently, genuinely glad that Max had opened up to him. He knew it might not be a big deal—they were both adults—but close relationships in the workplace, especially in F1, were always a minefield.

Max stayed quiet for a while, fighting with himself. But when he looked up and saw nothing but his friend across from him, he thought, fuck it. Just fuck it.

He nodded silently.

Gianpiero, sensing the gravity of what Max was about to say, leaned in closer, rested his elbows on the table, laced his fingers together, and pressed them to his lips. He looked at Max silently, giving him the unspoken green light that he was ready to listen—if Max chose to speak.

The Dutchman looked up and, seeing there was no turning back, took a sip of water. It instantly felt like he'd just swallowed a kilo of sand.

"Promise me this won’t change anything between us, and if it gets weird, you’ll just forget I ever said anything, okay?"

GP nodded. "You have my word, Max."

"We’re looking for someone to join us, you know—" Max looked down again. He felt like he was having a sex talk with a parent.

"For a threesome?" GP asked, totally unfazed. To him, this might as well have been a weather chat.

"Not exactly," Max clarified. "We know you have a wife. It would be unethical."

"She’s a golden woman," GP laughed. "I promise, you’d be surprised."

"But it’s still not about sex," Max emphasized, continuing to play with the salt packet, which was starting to spill. "I mean, it is, but not the way you think".

"Be an adult, look at me, and tell me straight what this is about," he said when silence fell again. Max stopped moving his fingers and obediently looked up at him.

"Good boy," GP smiled. "See? That wasn’t so hard."

That innocent praise was loaded with sexual undertones—and Gianpiero did it entirely on purpose. This time.

"That’s exactly who we need," Max finally choked out. "To guide and lead."

Gianpiero stared at him, and that gaze burned holes through Max. The older man slowly processed what he had just heard, making sure he was following.

"You’re looking for someone to guide you during sex?" he asked, and Max just nodded. "Like a strategist during a race?"

Max nodded again. He was glad Gianpiero was smart enough that he didn’t have to spell it out.

"We both know you hate being told what to do," he said playfully, but Max could swear his voice dropped a little. "You barely listen to me in the car, and now you want to do it while pleasing your own girlfriend?"

A shiver shot through Max’s scalp and down his spine. Gianpiero seemed to be taking immense pleasure in how awkwardly embarrassing this was for him.

"And from what I know, following instructions is not Y/N's favorite thing either," he added, tilting his head slightly. "In that sense, you’re a perfect match."

"She has a praise kink," Max threw out, even though no one asked. "And she listens to authority. I promise, she values your knowledge and skills."

"You flatter me. I might blush," GP laughed, resting his chin on his clasped hands. "Alright, let’s say we’ve got one eager student. What about you? Would you follow instructions?"

"It would be a different situation."

"You’d still have to obey."

"You want me to say I’d be a good boy?" Max felt like he’d never blushed this hard. But something gave him incredible courage. He didn’t flinch and looked GP straight in the eyes.

"Would you be a good boy?"

Fucking Gianpiero Lambiase.

"Yes," Max swallowed hard. "I would."

"I need to hear the whole sentence, Max. Use your words, please," GP leaned back in his chair. A soft smile still danced on his lips. Seeing Max embarrassed like that after all these years together was wildly satisfying.

"Yes, I’d be a good boy."

Gianpiero smiled and finished his now-cold coffee. "I’ll talk to my wife and let you know soon."

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

What the fuck was that?

The conversation Max had with Gianpiero in the buffet certainly made him feel lighter. But it wasn’t until he stood under the hot shower in his hotel bathroom that it really hit him—he had just invited Gianpiero into his bedroom. His and Y/N's bedroom. Y/N, who didn’t know anything yet.

Later that evening, Max, without warning, went to the girl’s hotel room and knocked on the door. She opened in a robe and with a face mask on, clearly not expecting him. Still, she didn’t send him away. She continued her evening routine, and Max followed her closely. They talked about the day, Max sat on the edge of the tub, and she finished her skincare.

"I talked to GP," he said at one point, looking at her reflection in the mirror. She met his gaze—and seeing the look on his face, she knew exactly what he meant.

"No," her shoulders dropped heavily, and Max only nodded.

"You didn’t talk to GP," she turned to face him, and Max just nodded again. The girl pressed her fingers to her lips. Oh fuck.

"He was actually very positive about it," he admitted, shrugging. The girl shook her head and tilted it back.

"I can't believe you did that, Max."

"It was... definitely something," he admitted, glancing at the girl.

She sighed, shaking her head again and standing in front of the mirror, closing a jar of cream. "There's no way he's going to agree. We made ourselves look like complete idiots."

Matter of fact: They didn’t make themselves look like complete idiots. And GP had already agreed—in the buffet. His wife shortly after.

Max decided to go back to his room and relax a bit with a stream. He was just about to leave the girl’s room when his phone buzzed. With one hand on the door handle, he reached into his pocket with the other to grab the phone. When he saw who the message was from, his heart skipped a beat. He swiped the screen to unlock it and tapped on the message icon.

GP: Told you my wife’s a golden woman. Green light here. GP: Just let me know time and place.

Max smiled to himself, and before Y/N could even ask what was going on, he silently showed her the phone in his hand. They looked at each other and both burst out laughing.

So it’s happening. It really is.

[reveriederayne]

𝐈𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 ?

Remus Lupin x Reader; 1.170 words

A/N: so a lot of the fandom likes to think of Remus as this Casanova of Hogwarts that gets everyone but also deeply hates himself and thinks he can’t have anything good. Good characterisation, not my cup of tea, so here’s how I like to imagine his character. Also as someone who appeared as if I hated people because of my previous introverted nature this was a fun idea to write.

CW: Reader appearing as mean; Remus’s pov (point of view); Reader is friends with Barty; Reader and Barty are in Ravenclaw; let me know if I need to add anything else !

There was one constant emotion on Remus’s mind, through all of his life as far as he could remember, and that was anxiety. How could it not be when he became a werewolf every full moon and thus a danger to everyone around him ? Not only that but he could put himself in danger if anyone were to ever find out about his problem, especially when he became a student there and he had friends for the first time. His anxiety probably doubled with that, tripled when they started getting suspicious of him.

But that was all in the past. That was kid Remus, and he finally grew up, his priorities as well. What was he getting anxious about now ? Is that the only girl he seemed to like appeared to be feeling the exact opposite for him. Remus was not the most sought after guy in his friend group, with his quiet nature and his numerous scar that decorated his face that made people a bit wary of him, but still, people weren’t out right mean to him. Which is why you almost completely ignoring him, and sending him glares, when you two were assigned to do a project along his three other friends made him loose his head, trying to figure out what did he ever do for you to hate him this much.

“I just don’t understand what happened ! Did I do something to her in our previous years and don’t remember ?” He was pacing in his dorm, clutching his head so hard the other three boys were afraid he would rip off his hair.

“Maybe she’s just shy. Don’t beat yourself up mate” Said James reassuringly.

“Shy ! With the glares she was sending me ?!”

James threw a look to Petter, both boys sighing at the sight of their friend. Sirius didn’t even bother paying that much attention, knowing that any attempt of comforting him would be like talking to a very panicked and deaf baby deer, instead comfortably laying in his bed and drawing. “You should talk to Junior then. He knows her like the back of his hand, will probably know what you did to her”

At that Remus stopped, letting his hands fall (surprisingly without his hair) down to his sides to questioningly stare at Sirius “Crouch ? The crazy Ravenclaw guy in our year ?”

“Yeah. Their families are close, unlikely friendship sparked, same house, yada yada… Go talk to him” He waved his wand at the door, opening it successfully. The scared boy took it as a sign that he was meant to investigate now and promptly left the dorm, and as a precaution Sirius closed, lest his friend decided to come back.

Remus had one advantage when it came to his anxiety, and it was that he could easily mask it, or at least he didn’t need to try very hard to subdue it. What guy full of scars and taller than everyone else would appear on the verge of anxiety attack when asking if he could talk to a guy along while pulling the most bitch face man kind has ever known ?

Barty almost look scared if it wasn’t for the gigantic smile adorning his face as he was left with Remus alone in the corridor. He leaned against the wall, getting comfortable for whatever discussion the Gryffindor was gonna put him through.

“Lupin ! What do I owe the displeasure ?”

He stayed quiet for a while, not really knowing how to interact with the boy in front of him. He never talked to him prior, barely saw him due to different friend groups, and weird rumours about him didn’t help gain the confidence for a talk.

“You’re… I heard you’re friends with-“

“Yes yes, we’re friends. What about it ?” he interrupted, letting out a sigh as if talking to him was already exhausting enough.

“What did I do for her to hate me ?” He let out, surprising himself at how quickly he got to the point. Though considering he was talking about his crush that seemed to not stand him, understandable.

He also surprised Barty, who looked at him like he just said complete gibberish and not actual words. He put his hands on the taller boy’s shoulder, bringing him down and effectively bringing him on the same eye level.

“Are you… are you blind Lupin ? Do you need glasses ? Or maybe you need therapy ?”

He did need it, but not for what he just said, he was sure of it. “What ? She clearly hates me. She completely ignored me during our group project”

The raven haired boy slowly blinked, before letting him go, looking at the ground like a concerned mother. “Just… just talk to her. God, you’re insufferable” And then he just walked away, no further explanation, which left Remus even more confused. Why would you ignore him then if you didn’t hate him, even sending weird looks every time he tried to talk to you ?

Well he went to you next for his answers. Which caused even more anxiety. Truly Remus would need a week of doing nothing to prevent grey hairs from growing by the time he’s twenty for the stressful day he was having.

Thankfully he decided to talk to you when you were alone in the library, his sacred little place, that he thought would maybe give him a bit more confidence. It wasn’t the case, but a man could dream. Instead much like Barty he blabbered and then asked not so subtly why you hated him.

“Pardon me ?”

You looked like a lost kitten. Confused and unsure if you should even be here. It made you look cute to him. Though probably not the best thing to think in this situation.

“Just because I don’t pay attention to you and your loud friends doesn’t mean I hate you. You’re not the center of the universe Lupin”

Now it would look like you disliked him to anyone else. But Remus saw how you dicked your head, how your cheeks were taking a darker shade and how nervously you jit your lip.

Tentatively, he ducked his head as well, whispering in your ear. “Can I assume that you… fancy me then ?”

He almost regretted asking that. You were practically stranger, you didn’t show him any signs of liking him, and he was now going to ruin this entire relationship before it even started and then-

“Yeah… I just didn’t know how to process it. People are not my strong suit”

“Oh” Well that changed everything…

“Oh. Well it’s okay. They’re not mine either…” He nervously looked down at you. You didn’t seem anxious or nervous like he was. Just a bit confused. He liked it. He really like it, and you, especially you.

“I know a place where there isn’t much people where we can do… whatever couples do ?

And there was a smile. A cute little smile that made his heart beat a thousand miles with the feeling that it could jump out of his chest.

© reveriederayne; every work posted on this blog is my own. I do not give anyone permission to copy, translate, or repost my works anywhere under any circumstance.

[b0ne-merchant]

Hii, I get it so much to be back in the undertale trenches I guess you can never leave it XD

Anywayyyy, I wanted to ask what your favorite AU Sans is and if you got any headcanons for him?

Hope you have a nice day/night and take your time while writing :D

You really can never leave the undertale trenches lol. That shits been doinkin around in my head for nearly a decade now, and for one reason or another it decided to push itself front and center in my mind <3

I had think long and hard about this one. There are so many, and I love them all to pieces, so how could I choose??? But I have come to a decision.

I LOVE INK!!!!! I need him. I hate him. I wanna hold him close and kiss him. I wanna beat him with a frying pan. I need to have a toxic situationship with him. He's so goddamn silly and a dumbass and a bitch and I love him.

And he is also insanely hard to write for on account of the whole soulless and unfeeling thing LOL so suspend your disbelief just a tad for this one while I self indulge 🤭

Ink!Sans Dating Headcanons

Please be patient with this boy he really is trying 🙏

Ink has several sketchbooks filled with drawings of just you. He keeps one with him at all times so he can remember what you look like when he starts to forget.

When Ink realized he could draw you and him kissing he was like:

Ink loves to just doodle on you. Give him a pen, and he'll start sketching on your fingers, over your hand, up your arm, and further if you'll let him.

He just always has to be doing something with his hands. If it's not making your skin his canvas, it's braiding tiny sections of your hair or fidgeting with the hems of your clothes.

He has lots of reminders scribbled inside his scarf. Your birthday, your anniversary (and other important dates), your allergies, your favorites, etc.

He makes Dream quiz him periodically on these things. Dream is just excited that his friend seems happy a lot more often now.

Ink doesn't necessarily HAVE to sleep, but I think the second he starts feeling calm and getting cozy, it's lights out.

He falls asleep with his head in your lap more times than you can count.

Sometimes you swear he's more cat than skeleton. Curling up on top of you, butting his head against your hands to get you to pet him, and he even purrs!

Ink's first kiss with you had him so overjoyed that he threw up ink all over you and then proceeded to entirely forget that he even kissed you. He was much calmer for his second first kiss.

He loves kisses so damn much. Like, little pecks all over his face and on his hands and fingers. Your lips tickle and he's a giggling, rainbow-blushing mess by the time you're done.

He doesn't really have a solid grasp on relationships and their stages (everything he learned was just from observing others) so expect a few confusing actions and some mixed signals.

Like if he saw a couple in an AU giving each other the cold shoulder, he's just like "oh ok couples just do that I guess" and he'll ignore you for a few days. If only there were some sort of dating manual he could read.

After a while, he'll just start calling you his spouse. What, isn't that the next step after partner? What do you mean there's more to it than that????

Ink is such a freeloader. He'll pop in to be with you, then he'll raid your pantry and eat all your good snacks. He also takes up an impossible amount of room on the bed for such a small guy.

Oh he looooves to mess with you. Stealing all the towels from the bathroom while you shower. Rearranging your entire kitchen. Mismatching all your socks.

You can always tell when he's done something, because he'll stare at you with a massive grin and follow you around, asking "are you suuureeee everything is normal??" until you figure it out.

Being a nuisance is Ink's love language. Get used to it.

Me 🤝 the three other Ink lovers out there