#it lowkey would be faster than me fixing it

[luciopioid]

Send Me Out

Diana of Themyscira x Fem(me)!Reader > 2,522K Words

tags: friends to lovers, dry humping, counter sex, comfort sex, reader is nervous, lesbian sex, just smut lowkey, reader has curly/coily hair

synopsis: Diana is representing Themyscira at a conference and she asks you of all people to accompany her. On her way to pick you up, you let nerves get the best of you.

You put your earrings on in the mirror, trying to ignore the prickling in your stomach. Diana was on her way and you still don’t know why she asked you to be her plus-one at a diplomatic conference, one of which she was representing her people of Themyscira. You knew it was important to her and there’s no use in passing up free drinks and time with your best friend, but surely one of her colleagues or sisters ought to have been a more acceptable choice. You check yourself frantically, wondering if your dress was appropriate. You pick your hair, attempting to fluff it out. You check your face, wondering if your makeup was too much– or too little. 

A knock at the door takes you out of your ruminating thoughts. As you walk towards the door, you take a quick moment to adjust yourself. When you open the door, you’re greeted with Diana in a fitted tuxedo, her long curls elegantly pulled back into a bun. Your stomach churns again, but for different reason this time. She immediately smiles upon seeing you, and before you know it, her arms are outstretched as she takes a step towards you for a hug. 

“It’s good to see you.” Diana says, her hands rubbing over your back. You breathe in her scent, earthy and sweet. 

She follows you inside, she stops and leans in the doorway of your bathroom while you go back to fixing yourself up. 

Diana crosses her arms, “Are you ready to go?” 

You check the time on your phone. 8:19. 

“I thought it didn’t start til 9?” You ask in a fruitless attempt to sound calm. You start moving faster, the last thing you wanted was making Diana late. 

“No, it does I just-” She pauses, cocking an eyebrow at your obvious anxiety that was practically emanating off of you. Diana speaks softly, “Hey…” 

“What’s wrong?” She asks, tilting her head to the side. She steps closer to you. 

“Nothing.” You croak, feigning normalcy, your voice betraying you instantly. Diana chuckles in response. 

“You’re frantic. And quiet.” She observes, her voice tentative. “I’m used to you ready to talk my ear off.” 

You pinch her arm, “Shut up.” Diana giggles, nudging you back. She moves closer, standing behind you in the mirror. 

“I’m serious though…” She pauses, “Are you nervous about tonight?” 

You sigh, your shoulders slumping. You meet her gaze reluctantly. “I’m not– it’s not–” You stammer, the words not finding you yet, knowing Diana was not going to let up anytime soon. She raises a skeptical eyebrow, her lips curling into a small smirk. “Oh really?” She asks tenaciously, not believing you one bit. “Are you sure?” She says, her voice still full with skepticism. 

“It’s just… It’s such an important event.” You explain, accepting defeat. “Important people from all over– I don’t even know what to say to them! I mean I’m happy to go, but surely one of your hero friends or something would have been…” You trail off, feeling a little bad about that last part. 

Her expression softens into something more understanding. She sighs ever so softly before speaking her next words carefully. “First of all,” She pauses, “You don’t have to say anything you wouldn’t normally say. Just be yourself.” You scoff. 

“Secondly,” Diana says, “I invited you because I trust you– a lot more than them.” She speaks earnestly. You meet her gaze in the mirror, her eyes never straying from you. You feel your stomach stir at her words. “It is important. That’s why I wanted you by my side.” You don’t respond at first. The moment is sweet and vulnerable, in her attempts to comfort you she admits that she trusts you, that she wants you to be there. Your nerves about the conference are replaced with something more unfamiliar. Something you’ve been trying to ignore. 

“What if I do something stupid?” You ask, tone only partially serious. 

Diana smiles amusedly. “Then don’t.” She retorts sarcastically. 

You let out a sigh, shaking your head in feigned exasperation. Diana is standing unruly close behind you, her body heat radiating against your back, causing a whirlwind of sensations to wash over you, your head spinning. Her previous comfort to you and mere presence making you dizzy. And the way she looks in a suit, well… it's not exactly helping matters either.

“Look at me.” She whispers, her voice clear and firm in your ear. She moves closer, if that was even possible, her gaze fixed on yours through the reflection. 

“I think you’re in your head…” Diana says softly. 

She pauses for a moment, taking in your expression, trying to get a read on you. “Look at yourself.” She adds. You watch her eyes roam over your face and over your body. You almost felt faint, not believing your predicament one bit.  “You look absolutely stunning.” Diana says, her voice lacking its usual sternness. “You’re sharp. You look good. And you’re more than capable.” 

You smile sheepishly, your voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you…” 

She reaches a hand up and gently adjusts your curls for you, her touch tender. Careful. You feel a sense of comfort, yet there's also a cautiousness in the air. You realize this is probably the closest she has ever been to you, her presence both comforting and overwhelming in equal measure. Her eyes never left yours, focusing on your gaze and your gaze only through the mirror.  

In a delicate, almost ghost-like manner, Diana moves her hand from your hair to your hip, her fingers hovering just above your skin, not quite making contact. She lifts her gaze to meet yours, her eyes questioning, seeking approval, asking yours if they knew a boundary was getting crossed. Your stomach flutters involuntarily in response, a mix of anticipation and excitement coursing through you.

“Just stick by me tonight…” Diana whispers. Her hand finally making contact with your hip, her touch excruciatingly gentle. “There’s nothing to worry about. I’ll make sure of it.” She speaks, her voice low and soft in your ear. 

Your breath quickens involuntarily. Shit. 

There was no putting up a front now, Diana’s breath is warm against your neck and her hand is resting on your hip. You felt your heart practically beating out of your chest. Diana immediately notices your change in demeanor, the way your chest heaved ever so slightly. She doesn’t pull away though, instead she presses against you fully, the hand on your hip pulling you closer. You shift your head so that your neck is slightly exposed for her. For no reason…

Her grip on your hip tightens, her fingers dipping into your skin through the dress. She leans forward, her chin resting on your shoulder. Her voice a soft, airy whisper in your ear, “Relax… I’ve got you.”  

Diana could probably feel the tension in your body, the way you were trying to hold yourself together so firmly. 

“What is this, huh?” You whisper back.

On the contrary to your question, there’s a thick, underlying tension between the two of you. An unspoken amperage crackling in the air. A tension that’s familiar and new simultaneously. Familiar because of the history between you two, yet undiscovered. She leans closer, her free hand joining your other hip. Her voice is low, almost sinful in your ear. “You know exactly what it is.” She murmurs. You bite your bottom lip at her words, affecting you more than you intended. 

Diana senses that you are still tense, she lets out a soft sigh, tinged with a hint of frustration. "Relax," she repeats, her voice now firm and almost commanding. You release the breath you didn't realize you were holding, as your body eases against her touch. Almost instinctively. You can practically feel the warmth of her grin against your neck. 

You press back against her slightly and Diana’s breath hitches momentarily, a jolt of electricity running through you at the unexpected, yet not unwelcome sensation of your body against hers. She doesn’t pull away though, instead letting you press against her even more. Her arms snake around your waist and pull you closer. She looks at you through the mirror, her voice low and sultry in your ear. “Much better,” she whispers. 

Diana’s body is so warm against yours, her arms completely encircled around your waist. Her chest strong and flush against your back. She’s so close that you can hear her breathing and every faint sound she’s been making. You can smell her shampoo and the smell of her skin. Your head swims. It’s intoxicating. Overwhelming even. You struggle to think about much else but her, with you, right now. 

You whine softly. “God, Diana…” 

The use of her name breathless on your lips had clear effect on her. Her eyes fluttering shut as she lets out a shaky exhale only for you to hear. Her mask falters a bit, her fingers digging into your hips again. 

“Say it again. Say my name again.” She whispers, low and hot. 

“Make me.” You retort, wanting some of your control back. 

Diana's reaction is instantaneous, her grip on your hips tightening as she presses you against the bathroom counter. Her body entraps you, and you feel her hips jerk involuntarily against your ass, a natural reflex. She repeats her order, her voice thick with demand, "Again." The air is heavy with tension, as her tone leaves no room for argument. 

As you moan involuntarily at the sudden contact, your body happens to crave more of it. You resist the urge to give in just yet, teasing her with a breathy challenge. "Harder," you taunt, your face almost pressed against the cool surface of your bathroom mirror. "Like you mean it."

Diana barely contains a laugh at your audacity, but she has no time to waste on quips. Instead, she responds with a guttural moan, her hips moving with more deliberate purpose, grinding against you. She leans down, pressing her body against your back, her hand finding its way to your throat, gripping it firmly. She holds you there, her breath hot in your ear as she moans, for you and you alone. 

The sensations overwhelm you, and you surrender. To her. 

“Diana, baby. Please.” you plead, your voice thick with need and desire. You whine as she continues to grind against the curve of your ass, the clothed motion feeling so perverted yet so right. So intimate. Your head is spinning with need, and you gasp out, "More…" You whisper, voice desperate and ragged. 

She obeys without a second thought, her hand sliding up your side and finding your breast. She cups it and squeezes it firmly, her hips rocking against you with a little more haste. Diana moans, “Your ass… so perfect.” 

"Your body in this dress too," Diana moans, her voice thick with desire. "God, I've been thinking about doing this since the moment I walked in. " You gasp in response, the thought of her wanting you as much as you desire her sending waves of pleasure through you. You take the hand kneading at your tit and guide it to your clothed crotch. You hear Diana’s breath hitch once more. 

You keep her hand there firm in place as you grind against it, her fingers cupping over the outline of your pussy through your dress. You hold your hand over hers, wanting to feel the veins in her hand as your clothed clit rocked against her fingers. When you moved backwards you were still met with Diana’s eager, gyrating hips. The double sensations making you moan out wantonly. It being so much, but still feeling like not enough. You would ask for more, but you forgot the two of you had prior obligations, lost in the heat of the moment.

Diana peppers kisses along the side of your throat and face, soft and tender, her desire for you prevalent in every kiss. Her grip on your neck is firm as she holds you in place possessively. Her touch is a stark contrast to the eager motion of your body rutting against her hand and her hips that were practically slamming into you now. 

You felt a beam of heat coil in your gut, just needing a little more. And then some. You breathe out, throwing your head back against Diana’s chest.  

“I’m so close.” You gasp into a moan, your body becoming overwhelmingly aware of all the sensations she’s giving you. 

Diana’s gaze snaps up to look at you through the mirror, wanting to see your face when you cum for her. She runs her nose along your neck, her breath hot against your skin. “That’s right,” She whispers, her voice hoarse in your ear, “Let go for me.” 

She’s losing her composure herself, her own breathing becoming ragged as she intensifies her ministrations. You whimper shamelessly. She bites down on the shell of your ear as she murmurs, her voice thick with desire, "You're so beautiful. So good for me." Then, in a hushed tone, she confesses, "I want to hear those gorgeous sounds when you cum.”

Diana's gaze is burning in the mirror, her eyes locking onto yours as she grips your face and forces you to maintain eye contact. You’ve never seen her look at you like this before– her gaze is low and seductive, filled with pure need. 

You gasp as the orgasm washes over you, your body going rigid with pleasure. Diana continues kissing your neck, her words a sweet, incoherent mix of whispers and soft nothings. Her kiss is tender as you begin to tremble, and her body is there to support you against the counter. You slump against the surface, Diana's chest follows, hovering above you as her breathing intermingles with yours. The bathroom creating an echo of soft moans and ragged breaths, resonating in the empty space.

She moves the coils by your ear and whispers softly, “Can you stand?” 

After regaining composure you stand up and turn around to face Diana, leaning against the counter. Her eyes, once filled with a preyful spark, are now softer, more vulnerable. Her gaze flicks down to your lips and then back up to your eyes, a clear message dancing in her gaze.

"I really want to kiss you," Diana admits, and you don't hesitate closing the already small gap between you two. Diana doesn’t hesitate with deepening the kiss, her mouth captures your bottom lip, lewdly sucking it in and out, the kiss slow and sloppy, filled with words left unspoken. Your hands roam instinctively, grasping at each other, seeking contact, as soft whimpers escape both of you.

Diana pulls back from the kiss, albeit reluctantly. She proceeds to smooth out your dress and adjust your hair again, taking a silent responsibility for the disarray. You return the favor, fixing her collar and gently tucking any loose curls back into her bun. A shared sense of giddiness fills the air, and as you lock eyes once again, you can't help the joint saccharine smile that you two shared.

"Now, are you ready to go?"

[pencilofawesomeness]

pleaseeeee give us the dragon fam bat fam WIP pleaseeeeeee

I didn't think I started this project that long ago but boy I pulled up the file and WOW that was 2022 actually and my line style is waaaay better now, I think. Now I must grapple with the urge to Redo This Entirely.

But here's a couple of the duos. I love outfit swaps :D

[cyberhughes]

LET ME LOVE YOU #𝒒.𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒔

𝜗𝜚˖ ࣪ ִ𐙚 summary pretending to date quinn was supposed to be simple, but as jealousy, comfort and silent longing blurs the lines of an arrangement that was meant to get his ex back, you don't know if you can keep pretending.

warnings alcohol is mentioned ONCE, mentions of a past toxic relationship, self sabotage, that's it i think! wc 761

note requested by my baby girl isa for my 500 follower celly this is literally self sabotage in it's highest form i'm #projecting. anyways i hope this lives to your standards my love... also i rewrote this three times i think help but guys i lowkey am really proud of this one i hope you all enjoy ok bye

"you don't mean that." quinn's voice was laced with dissent as it echoed through your head, and it was impossible to tell if it was the alcohol or the truth that left a bitter taste in your mouth.

but you knew it, he was right.

but he didn't need to know that.

he didn't need to know that when your plan was so close to success. it was a deal the two of you had made, you would pretend to date each other for two reasons; quinn wanted his ex back, and you wanted yours off your back. it was simple, really.

except it wasn't. it stopped being simple the moment you felt jealousy creep in every time her eyes lingered on him, just how they were supposed to. your heart wasn't meant to beat faster at the ghost of his fingertips on your waist as he held you close, seemingly searching for a reaction from her. the way you could know exactly what he was thinking just by looking in his icy eyes was anything but simple.

but it wasn't just you that felt it, and that was the hard part.

you knew quinn was falling too.

his gaze that was once only fixed on her would find itself gravitating towards you. he'd seek you out late at night, when the world was quiet and there was nothing but the feeling of your shoulders pressed side by side, would you comfort in each others presence with no words being spoken, yet everything said. he'd wrap his arms around you—not for show, but to feel you—lingering longer than he should've as her eyes burned holes in his back, but all he seemed to notice was the feeling of your heart beating with his.

he was falling too and that's what made your decision that much harder.

he was right, you didn't mean it when you whispered the words "i don't love you."

maybe it was fear, or that familiar shadow of insecurity that haunts you.

the shadow that would creep onto you, whispering all the reasons that you'd never be enough; that you could never be like her.

you'd never be able to get away from the insecurity that'd haunt you at night knowing the two of you only started because of her.

it would always lead back to her.

your plan had worked. she wanted quinn back, while your ex had found someone new so quickly that it left your stomach twisting, just as quickly as you were falling for quinn like rain falling through the cracks of a broken roof.

"you don't mean that."

you couldn't hold eye contact, knowing that your facade would break the second you did. you couldn't face him, you couldn't face the truth you had spent so long fighting.

"she wants you back, quinn. there isn't a need for us to continue this anymore." the hem of your sweater was ruined as your nervous fingers tugged at the frayed threads.

"i don't even know why you're being like this. it's obvious we have something here-"

"but we don't." your eyes flickered to his, your gut twisting at the way he looked at you, like you were both the problem and the answer.

your bottom lip was turning white from the pressure of your teeth as you tried to keep yourself together.

"why are you pushing me away?" the softness of his voice broke you, it was painfully gentle as he searched for reason. he wasn't mad, and it left you with a bittersweet feeling. he was such a contrast to your ex, who's voice would always be raised as it fought for dominance, never a hint of understanding in his tone.

quinn didn't want to fight with you.

he wanted to fight for you.

you didn't mean to let the tears fall from your eyes, but they came anyways. your ex always called you weak for crying, making you feel like your sadness was a trick to get him to apologize, as if your tears were tools and not truth.

you couldn't even hear the words that quinn was saying, as a storm of insecurity clouded your mind, but the warm and familiar feeling of his arms embracing you steadied you. his hands brushed through your hair gently, as if undoing the knots of your past.

quinn wanted to fight for you, and as you felt the low rumble of his voice grounding you, and his heartbeat syncing with yours, you knew that you didn't mean it.

you'd let him fight for you.

©cyberhughes; do not copy, translate or repost my work without permission.

[midtalissa]

# ‘THROUGH YOUR GLASSES’

-> Summary: After Bruce accidentally reveals Clark’s secret, your relationship falls apart—but when danger finds you, Clark shows up, and maybe… so does a second chance.

-> Pairing: Clark Kent x F!Reader

-> WARNINGS: lowkey nothing super heavy besides heartbreak and late-night creeps; but in theory nothing again🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

Clark smiled softly, pointing at a bouquet of your favorite flowers. “That one, please.”

The old florist handed them over with a knowing grin. But Clark barely noticed— his attention was fixed on the man standing behind him.

“Something wrong, young man?” the lady’s voice cut through the now thick tension. “No, I’ll get going ma’am. Have a nice day.” he payed for the flowers.

Clark lowered the flowers, jaw tightening. “Need something, Bruce?” he stared at the billionaire. “I can help you.”

“You’ve done enough.” “If it’s about money—”

“I can manage,” Clark snapped. “And even if I couldn’t, I wouldn’t ask you.”

“You know I didn’t mean it like that.” Bruce shoved his hands deep into his coat pockets, like a sulking kid who broke the neighbor’s window.

“She didn’t have to know.” Clark rubbed the bridge of his nose, as he turned to him fully now, his look sharp enough to cut steel. “And well… she knows now.”

“I called her. I tried to explain—” Bruce began speaking, but Clark shut him down. He wasn’t that mad at Bruce. Except that he lost you.

“Don’t.” Clark’s voice dropped low, dangerous. “Stay away from her. Stay away from me.”

And with that, Clark walked away— flowers in hand, heart in pieces. Oh, what happened? Well…

Once upon a time, there were two lovebirds: You and Clark Kent.

You were a ray of sunshine— until the topic of superheroes came up. You hated them. The capes, the collateral damage, the hypocrisy.

And Clark? Well… Clark was Superman.

But you didn’t know that part. Not until Bruce Wayne— in a fit of bad timing and worse judgment— let it slip during a stupid, ego-driven argument with Clark about justice and accountability.

One wrong sentence. One second of Bruce not keeping his mouth shut. That’s all it took. You were livid. Furious. Heartbroken. And now?

Now Clark was standing at your door with a bouquet and a face full of regret.

He knocked twice. Through the peephole, he saw you hesitate. Cross your arms. Uncross them. Sigh. And then the door creaked open… just barely.

“What?” Your eyes flicked down to the flowers. “I told you to leave me alone.” Before you could close it again, Clark slid his foot against the frame and pushed the door open wider.

You didn’t fight it. “These are for you,” he said quietly, holding the bouquet out like it was some kind of white flag. “And… let me just say… it’s all a misunderstanding. I’m not—”

“I don’t wanna hear it.” Your voice cracked, but you held your ground. “There’s nothing left to say. I just needed someone to say it out loud so I could finally see through your dumb glasses. You’re him, Clark. Period.”

You grabbed the flowers anyway. Stupid muscle memory. Stupid lingering feelings. Clark stood there, awkward and heavy in your doorway, until finally…

“Can I come in?” he asked, voice softer than you’d ever heard it. “Just… one last time?” You stepped aside without a word.

Clark moved toward the couch, taking it all in. His eyeglasses cloth still draped over the armrest. Pictures of the two of you smiling, framed and untouched. His jacket on the hook by the door like he’d be back any second.

“I’m assuming you’re here to grab your crap?” you said flatly, sticking the flowers in a vase without looking at him. “Didn’t touch any of it. Figured it’d be easier for you to pack and leave faster. Superman should be able to do it in… what… two minutes?”

Clark smiled bitterly. “Two minutes is generous. But Flash would do it quicker.”

You plopped down in the recliner, crossing your legs. “Then maybe you and your vigilante buddies can have a race. See who can pack their shit the fastest from their ex’s apartment.”

The room fell quiet.

Clark glanced at the clock. Time was slipping. He had to be at City Hall in half an hour. With a heavy sigh, he stood up, gathering a few small things but leaving most behind.

“You don’t have to—“ “I know.” He cut you off gently. “But I should.” And then… he left.

That night you shouldn’t have walked home alone. Not this late. Not down this side street where the streetlights flickered and died like some horror movie cliché.

The three guys following you were making no effort to hide it anymore. Their footsteps picked up. Your heart did the same.

You pulled out your phone with shaky hands, but no signal. Of course. You turned a corner— dead end. Panic clawed up your throat.

“Hey, sweetheart,” one of them jeered, stepping closer. You opened your mouth to scream and suddenly, a loud gust of wind slammed through the alley.

The air shifted. The temperature dropped. And when you blinked, they were gone. Scattered like leaves in a storm.

In their place… stood him. Red cape. Broad shoulders. Chest heaving like he’d flown here faster than thought itself. Superman. Clark. Your Clark.

He looked terrified. Like he’d been more scared of losing you than fighting them. “You okay?” he breathed, stepping toward you carefully, like you’d break if he moved too fast.

You nodded slowly, throat tight, tears pricking your eyes. “Stupid question,” he muttered, reaching out, but hesitating— waiting for you to close the distance. And you did.

Without another word, you wrapped your arms around him. Tight. Like you were afraid he’d disappear if you let go.

He buried his face in your hair, holding you like you were oxygen. “I still hate superheroes,” you mumbled against his chest.

“That’s fine,” he whispered back, kissing the top of your head. “I’m just… really glad you don’t hate me.”

[bvrnesher]

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His bike is an absolute Frankenstein. It’s not just a regular motorcycle—it’s custom-built with hidden flamethrowers, a button that makes it go way faster than legally allowed, and a horn that plays the Fast & Furious theme. No one knows how it works except Leo, and honestly? He’s just vibing at this point.

The world’s most chaotic driver. He will take a shortcut over a sidewalk. He will do a wheelie just to hear you scream. He will race a random dude at a red light just because the guy looked at him funny. And if you’re riding with him? You better hold on tight, because he’s laughing the whole time.

Flirting is second nature. "C’mon, princesa, hop on. I promise I’m a very responsible driver." (He is not.) The second you wrap your arms around his waist, he’s grinning like an idiot. He’ll casually say something like, “Careful, mi amor, hold me too tight and I might fall for you.”

Fixes your bike/car/any piece of machinery for free. But don’t think you’re getting away without a price—he’ll lean against his bike, grease-streaked arms crossed, smirking. “Nah, don’t worry about it. Just owe me a date or, like, a hundred kisses. Your choice.”

Always smells like motor oil and something warm—cinnamon? Burnt sugar? No one knows. But somehow, it works. He’s the type to wipe his hands on his jeans, push his hair back, and then cup your face, leaving smudges on your skin like a brand. “Oops,” he grins. “Guess you’re mine now.”

Loves the way you cling to him. When he speeds up just a little too much and you grip him tighter? Ego boost. He’ll chuckle, resting a hand on your thigh, rubbing slow circles while saying, “Scared, cariño? Don’t worry, I got you.”

Midnight joyrides that turn into deep talks. He’ll take you out to the middle of nowhere, lay back on his bike, and just talk about everything—his dreams, his past, how he once almost set himself on fire trying to fix a carburetor. And when you start getting sleepy? He’ll pull you into his lap, resting his chin on your shoulder. “We can stay a little longer,” he murmurs.

Is lowkey jealous but plays it off. Someone else checking you out? He’s all smirks and jokes until you’re alone, then he’s casually pulling you into a kiss, hands firm on your hips. “Dunno why anyone else is looking,” he whispers. “You’re already mine.”

Would literally build you a custom bike. And when he gives it to you, he’ll act all nonchalant. “Oh, this? Yeah, I just had some spare parts lying around. No big deal.” (It was a big deal. He spent weeks making it perfect for you.)

The type to pull over just to kiss you. The night air, the hum of the engine cooling down, his hands cupping your face as he murmurs, “You having fun, cariño?” before pressing his lips to yours—Leo is dangerously good at making your heart race, on and off the road.

Will 100% take both hands off the handlebars just to mess with you. You’re holding onto him for dear life, and this menace just leans back, stretches his arms out like he’s on a Sunday cruise. “What, you don’t trust me?” he teases, laughing when you yell at him to grab the damn handlebars.

His bike is held together by equal parts genius and questionable decisions. “Leo, why is there a button labeled ‘DO NOT PRESS’?”

“For emergencies.”

“What kind of emergency?”

“Dunno. Haven’t tested it yet.”

His flirting gets worse when he’s on his bike. Every time you ride with him, expect non-stop lines like:

“You should sit in front next time, so I can hold you.”

“You know, if you keep holding me this tight, people are gonna think we’re together.” Pause. “Wait, we are together.”

“You scared, princesa? Don’t worry, I’m an expert at handling things. Wanna see?”

Does the whole ‘rev the engine just to impress you’ thing. You roll your eyes every time, but the smirk on his face says he knows you secretly love it.

He absolutely sings while riding. Yelling off-key to whatever’s blasting in his earbuds. One time he took you on a ride and started belting Livin’ on a Prayer at full volume. Did he almost crash because he got too into it? Yes. Did he recover like nothing happened? Also yes.

Picks you up from work/school just to flex. He’ll roll up, lean against his bike with his helmet under one arm, and give you that smirk. “Your chariot awaits, m’lady.” And yeah, he definitely speeds off just to make sure everyone knows who you’re leaving with.

Has no patience for traffic. If there’s a line of cars, Leo is gone. Alleyway? He’s taking it. Sidewalk? Oops. “It’s fine, it’s fine,” he says, weaving between cars. “Laws are just, like… suggestions, anyway.”

Builds you a matching helmet. And of course, it’s not a regular helmet—he’s added Bluetooth speakers, a visor that doubles as a mini screen, and probably some kind of secret gadget just for fun. “What? You gotta look cool when you’re riding with me.”

Cannot resist showing off. Takes turns way sharper than necessary, speeds up when he knows you’re not expecting it, and definitely does little tricks when no one’s around. “Babe, did you see that?” (You did see it, and you’re still processing whether it was hot or if he’s just an idiot. Probably both.)

Acts all smooth but gets flustered when you take control. You pull him in by his jacket for a kiss? He short-circuits. You run your hands along his thighs while riding? He’s done. You whisper, “Faster, Leo” in his ear? Yeah. He’s never recovering from that.

Leaves greasy fingerprints on your skin. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it—he’ll be working on his bike, then tug you in for a kiss, leaving smudges along your jawline. When you point it out, he just grins. “Oh no. Guess you’re marked now.”

After a long ride, he’s got that ‘just wrecked you’ energy. Hair messy from the wind, breathing heavy, leather jacket unzipped, a cocky grin as he pulls his helmet off in slow motion like he’s in a damn movie—yeah. You’re in trouble.

If you ever steal his jacket, he is never recovering. Seeing you in it? Absolute KO. He’ll just stare for a solid 10 seconds before going, “Yeah. Okay. That’s illegal. You can’t be looking that good in my stuff.”

Late-night rides turn into make-out sessions. He’ll find some hidden spot, park the bike, and pull you onto his lap. The city lights flicker in the distance, but all he cares about is you—his hands on your waist, his lips brushing against yours, murmuring, “Best view in the world, and I’m not even looking at the skyline.”

Loves the thrill, but loves you more. Leo’s reckless, but when it comes to you? He’s always careful. The moment you seem even a little uncomfortable, he’s slowing down, checking in, making sure you’re okay. Because yeah, he loves the adrenaline, but nothing matters more than you being safe, happy, and laughing with your arms wrapped around him.

[willowsnook]

Can I get a Carlos one where they lowkey hate each other bc they constantly fight on track but there’s a bunch of tension between them. Maybe something happens on track and afterwards she goes to bitch him out and then he just kisses her or something ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

yesss just a little different

carlos sainz x williams driver reader

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You had been nervous when you joined the grid a year ago as the first female driver but everyone had been pretty welcoming and treated you the same as the rest of the competition. You honestly were glad to join Williams because it was a lot less pressure on you than it was for your friends Oscar and Kimi at McLaren and Mercedes. Last season you had finished 12th in the drivers standings which was pretty good in your opinion. This year had been a lot different thanks to the new arrival of Carlos Sainz.

He didn't want to be here, that was very clear. Honestly you didn't blame him, with his record he should have been in a top car but when the 8 time world champion comes knocking...what can ya do?

It seemed like he definitely expected to easily be driver #1 and to be treated as such. Most people probably shared that same opinion but you didn't. You weren't going to be a supporting actor in this kind of cut throat sport. Things had started cordial in the offseason with the two of you doing a lot of PR together but you just didn't really have that same bond that you did with your former teammate Alex. It only got worse from there.

First race of the 2025 season, you had out-qualified Carlos heading into race number one sitting P8 while he was behind at P12. He was not pleased. While everyone congratulated you after your run, he stood in the garage with his arms crossed, anger radiating off of him. This escalated the next day to him trying to overtake you resulting in both of you spinning out into the barriers. Instead of jumping out of the car and heading back to the paddock like a good girl, you stormed over to him as he was getting out of his car.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" You yelled, pulling off your helmet.

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you?" He yelled back glaring up at you. "You are supposed to let me pass?" You scoffed.

"Oh I'm sorry, I forgot who I was talking to," you retorted. "I'm so sorry Mr. Sainz I forgot that I have to let you win even though I'm faster and you're washed."

He stomped over from his car putting his finger in your face.

"Watch your fucking tone," he said angrily.

"Or what?" You spit back. The two of you spun around and barged back towards the garage.

As you headed into summer break, the two of you had crashed into each other three more times with probably equal blame in total. It was a disaster for team points and a PR nightmare. At this point they couldn't even get the two of you in the same room without it ending up in you trying to bite each others heads off. You had fun with it though, because by now you knew all the Spainard's tells. Like how he clenched his jaw when he was starting to get annoyed, or fisting his hands when you were close to pushing him over the edge. It's like the two of you were magnets, you'd always find each other no matter how hard the team tried to keep you separate.

---------- Last week of summer break------------

You were lounging by the pool with Oscar and his gf Lily at an airbnb in Australia trying to enjoy your last couple of days of freedom before having to be back.

"Have you talked to Carlos at all this break?" Oscar asked nonchalantly and you saw Lily shoot him a look.

"Why would I waste my precious breath?" You replied not even looking up from your book. Oscar sighed.

"Don't you think you guys should fix whatever this thing is that's going on?

"He's the one that fucking started it," you hissed shooting him a glare. He put his hands up in surrender.

"It's just like I've gotten to know him, and he's a great guy," he said. "I feel like you guys could be friends if you just sat and talked like normal people."

"I think that is literally impossible," you said. "We can't go longer than 2 minutes without him swiping at me."

"Hmm, and do you think he's unprovoked?" Oscar asked and Lily laughed. You flipped both of them off.

"Look, I tried to be nice at first but it's kind of hard when he came in and just expected me to roll over because he's been racing longer," you admitted. "It was offensive and things just went from there."

"I know how he came in was wrong," he said. "But I think you should give him some grace looking at it from his perspective. He should be in a faster car, we both know that. So it was insulting for him to have to come to Williams but that has nothing to do with you." You sighed, knowing he was half right.

"I don't know how to fix it Oscar, I really don't."

---------Dutch Grand Prix--------------

Things had been going well in Zandort so far, you and Carlos had been mostly avoiding each other and when you were together you kept it civil. You'd had good free practices and now were gearing up for qualifying.

You'd easily sped into Q2 and then jut inched by Fernando to make it into the top ten. The car felt good and you were feeling pretty confident you could get even faster in the last session. You were flying on your fast lap, on track to make it to P5 but heading into the corner you could see another car not getting out of the way. Of course it was none other than your teammate. He moved away but it was a little too late as you already had to slow down to swerve around him, losing time.

"What the fuck is he doing?" you screamed into the radio.

"Uhh he said he didn't see you coming, sorry y/n." Your engineer replied to you and you slammed your fist into the steering wheel. You managed to get one more lap in but the loss of focus put you in P9.

You didn't say a word to anyone getting out of the car and the garage was tense, a lot of engineers shooting you sympathetic looks. You stormed off towards your driver room and were a step away before you heard him call your name.

"Y/n," Carlos called out and you turned to see him walking towards yo you down the hallway. Instead of your rage boiling over you felt your eyes fill up with tears as you just felt defeated. You put your hand up to stop him from getting any closer.

"I just don't understand why you hate me so much," you yelled, your voice breaking. "Do you know how hard it was for me to get here? How hard it is to listen to the media constantly tell me I'm here because having a female driver is good PR? I have worked so hard for everything just for you to try time and time again to take it all away."

Tears were starting to leak from your eyes as you shouted and Carlos's eyes were wide with panic. He tried to take another step towards you but you moved back.

"No, I don't want to see you and I don't want to talk to you," you got out before turning and slamming your driver's door in his face. You sunk down to the floor crying and heard a loud bang, as if someone had punched a wall.

You laid in your driver's room for what felt like forever just staring at your ceiling before changing into a pair of sweats and a tank top. As you were collecting your stuff you heard someone knock on your door and open it. You looked over to see Kimi's sympathetic face which caused your eyes to water again. He opened his arms and you walked into them burying your head in his shoulder.

"Come on, let's go get dinner," he said leading you out of the garage.

You spent the rest of the night hanging out with him and his friends before heading back to the hotel to get a good night rest. You stepped out of the elevator onto your floor and saw someone standing by your hotel room. As you got closer you could see it was Carlos. He had changed too into a pair of Williams sweats and a tight fitted tshirt. His right hand was wrapped up with gauze, explaining the noise you heard earlier.

"Here to rub more salt in the wound?" You joked weakly as you came closer to him. His head snapped up and his raked over you getting sadder.

"No, I came to apologize," he said and you rolled your eyes motioning for him to move so you could unlock your door.

"What did PR promise you in order to get you here?" You bit back as you stepped inside, him following close behind.

"Nothing y/n, we need to talk," he said his tone more firm.

"Well I don't really feel like talking," you said turning to him, throwing your hands up. "Now why don't you go back to James and figure out how to get me off the team, I'm sure whatever plan you have will work."

His jaw clenched and you knew that one landed. You should have stopped there but something about him brought out the fight in you.

"I'm sorry that you're washed and the only way for you to beat me is by taking me out," you started, not even believing what you were saying, just wanting to hurt him like he did you. "That's the only apology I want to hear from you." Carlos took a deep breath, running his hand through his hair.

"Or maybe you should go back begging to Mercedes to get a seat to get away from me."

"Do you ever shut the fuck up?" He asked glaring at me and I crossed my arms.

"Make me," you replied daring him.

Within two seconds your back was against the wall and his lips were on yours. When your brain turned back on you found yourself wrapping a hand around his neck pulling you closer. Your lips fought for dominance but you both were clinging together like you could never let go. Your other hand was tangled in his hair as you slightly pulled causing him to groan into you. He pulled away, resting his forehead on yours and you brought your fingers up to touch your swollen lips.

"If I knew that was how I could get you to stop talking I would have done that a long time ago," he said smirking and you shoved him off.

"You caught me in a moment of weakness," you grumbled before flopping onto the bed. He came over to where you were and pulled you up so that you were facing him as he towered over you. His eyes softened as he looked down at you.

"You are a good driver, one of the best I've ever raced again," he started and you stayed quiet. "I should have came in as a leader to make the both of us better and this a competitive team. Instead I was too wrapped up in how I got burned and acted like an ass. It should have never gotten this far and I'm sorry."

You didn't know what to say as you'd never really seen this side of him. He pushed a piece of your hair behind your ear as he met your eyes again, waiting for a response.

"Was that a real answer or a PR one?" You joked with a small smile causing him to relax.

"A PR one cariño, the real answer is that you're too hot when you're mad at me so I couldn't stop," he said and you laughed. He pulled you off the bed and you wrapped your arms around him.

"This is so weird," you said. "I'm so used to hating you."

"I know, but we got to go be seen in public as friends," he said. "That's an actual request from the PR team."

"Yeah yeah, you can buy me ice cream and I'll forgive you for today," you said heading to the door.

"And then we can start over?" He said hopefully.

"If you let me pass tomorrow too," you said smirking at him. He kissed your forehead as he passed you holding his hand out.

"Not a chance."

[deafsignifcantother]

new awlins library

♥ summary: just a cute little thing of alastor liking a deaf librarian yay ♥ relationships: human alastor x deaf reader ♥ word count: 1.1k ♥ notes: silly alastor, alastor pining, reader is shy and doesn't interact with people, reader has a crush on him too lowkey, customer favoritism ong

Alastor watched from afar, his eyes peaking out from over his book.

You were replacing the flowers in the vase on the front desk of your library. Your hands moved delicately, putting each flower in one by one. No matter how hard he tried to focus on the sentences before him, his pupils couldn't resist dilating at the sight of you.

He moved chairs so you weren't in his view anymore.

After finishing your task, you turned, and your eyes scanned the lobby to see what other decorations you needed to fix. Only for a second were you oblivious about his sudden seating change, but when your eyes landed on him, you smiled softly. The back of his head was not as well brushed as the front, and when you had greeted him that morning, you noticed how tired he looked. The time was 6am, right when you opened. He waited outside the door in the cold for the moment you'd allow him in. So then he sat, half-asleep and very distracted, trying to spend as much time in your presence before starting his daily routine. He had started doing this frequently, to the point where you began placing a black coffee by the table he'd position himself and scurrying off before he could try to return it. The first time he took a gulp of your drinks, he realized how easily you could have gotten away with poisoning him. How alluring, he thought to himself with a smile.

Obviously, you would never poison him. You loved having him around; he was a valued customer with an attractive face. He only ever picked up books from the French section, and when you realized he was running out of stories to read, you ordered a bunch of new ones. When he first noticed this, he smiled and eyed the new batch.

You don't show this particular interest to any other customer; you're pretty shy, hesitant, and withdrawn—the other employees are the ones who interact with them. There's a language barrier between you and seemingly everybody else. Besides paper and pen, you are considered a 'struggle' to communicate with, and you know there's nothing you can do to prevent that.

It's just the way things are. But Alastor actually puts in effort to interact with you, waiting outside the library every time you have a morning shift.

✣

You pick a French book from the shelf that is obviously out of place. Nobody touches the French books except him, but is this from another person? Honestly, you feel it's more likely he put it there just to mess with you. You smile, inspecting the cover and the pages inside.

A gloved hand reaches for the book, and your eyes follow the hand up to that same handsome, smiling man. His eyes twinkle with mischief, his mouth open in a silent laugh.

He tucks the book into his armpit. "Goodness me, I must have put it in the wrong section!"

In an instant, your heart starts beating faster than ever. Stuck in place with your eyes wide, Alastor stares at you with a bit of surprise. His eyes dart all around your face, and as he tries to come up with an explanation for why you're looking at him with such shock. Did he scare you? Do you... recognize him from somewhere?

But no, your heart is racing, and your mind is scrambling to process that a man here knows sign language. He has an accent, sure; he signs up high on his body, but with how unsure his sentences are, you know he needs to gain experience. He signs and is quite a loyal consumer; he's almost like the man of your dreams.

"No, no, no, it's alright." You sign with one hand before taking the book from his arm, and you place it on top of the others in your other hand. "Don't even worry about it."

"I do insist." His sign lasted more than a few movements. And then he puts his hand in front of you for you to place the book into. Truthfully, for a slight second, you considered placing your hand into his.

Your brain battles between continuing your work or indulging in this man. With an eyebrow raised, his eyes study you in a hard stare. You don't give in to his command and instead stand your ground, eyeing him back. The both of you are stuck with locked eyes. He pulls his hand back when he notices that you aren't budging.

"Now that I think about it," he starts, "I'd much appreciate it if you showed me where the correct section is!"

He's been in the French section many times.

You smile at him, a lopsided smile of adoration; there's no subtlety to whatever interest he has. So you bow your head sarcastically and turn away from him, walking past the shelves. He follows you with his hands tucked behind his back. He can't see the widening smile on your face and how you're practicing hiding it. He's rather charming, you can admit.

Not even checking behind you to see if he's following, you approach the correct section and place the book where it is meant to be. He raises his eyebrows when you glance up at him and try not to give in to his contagious, eccentrically bright smile.

"Fantastic, thank you!"

And again, the two of you stare at each other, waiting for the other to move. You want him to continue talking, to whisk you away from your job. He's waiting for you to ask his name or something else about him.

But you use both of your hands to hold the books in your hand against your chest.

Fine. He starts pondering his next move: does he end this interaction for today, or would it be better if he took a step closer to you?

He can't stop his eyes from glancing down at the joyous smile on your lips. He's making you smile; that's good. Perhaps that will be all for now.

He dips his head and presses a hand to his chest. You watch him and the way a strand of his hair falls into his face. His brown eyes land on yours. "And I will let you get back to your work."

You nod, your foot moving away from him before you pause. Your eyes go from his beautiful eyes to the floor with shyness. With a bow of your head, you begin to walk away, returning to your previous task. He straightens his spine and adjusts his sleeve before turning away.

Quite a success. What's next? He may try putting an English book in the French section. Or should he hide the books all around the library?

His everlasting smile grows at the thought. He's so excited to tell his mother about the interaction he's finally had. She's heard quite a lot about you.

[willofthequill]

Dango and Dragons

Hey hey everyone! Its been far too long since I shared some new Daddy Duty content regularly, so here you go! I give to you all this silly little story about Dad!Sukuna and Mouse

If you prefer to read it on AO3 click here !

WC: 1800+

Summary: To distract the toddler climbing the walls in her father's absence, Reader and Mouse decide to have a picnic. They are pleasantly surprised by the duo's return and a gift Sukuna bought for Mouse (and Uraume).

AN: To anyone new to my Daddy Duty series- Mouse is Sukuna's two year old daughter. Welcome to Mouse's Mini-verse!

Quick note about a couple of terms used in story: Shiroshi = what kites were called durin the Heian era. It translates into basically 'paper bird' Takoge = kite flying festival (along with kite flying they also sometimes included a night parade and kite battles!)

CW: Reader is not described but referred to as Mama, reader is pregnant, there are several suggestive comments made between reader and Sukuna (they are lowkey obsessed with each other- but it's okay- they are married, your honor), family fluff

You smiled as you carried the basket full of food and snacks with one hand as Mouse held onto the other. She was happily singing a song she made up as she went, pausing occasionally to look at something or ask you a question.

Sukuna and Uraume had been gone for several days and Mouse was climbing the walls. The weather was nice and you had no obligations to attend to. It seemed like the perfect day to go for a picnic. 

The two of you had spent the morning making and packing up a basket full of your favorite things, including extras of everything as Mouse had insisted, stating that the other two members of your family could be back at any time and they would probably be hungry too. You smiled and happily agreed. Whatever was not eaten now could be eaten later. Waste not want not!

The two of you had just finished laying out the blanket and setting out little plates of the food when Mouse shot upright and looked towards the horizon. She rushed to the basket and grabbed out a cookie for each hand. You were about to ask her what she was doing when two figures came into view. One a great deal larger and broader than the other. 

Her abilities to sense her father were even more attuned than yours were. You smiled as she got excited. She waited, bouncing back and forth between her feet. She knew the rules. Until Papa said it was okay to come to him, she had to stay by Mama. It was for her safety and she knew that, but she could only muster so much patience at 2 years old. 

“Mama! I think he walking too slow,” Mouse almost growled at you as she squatted down cookies still safely clutched in her tiny hands. “I gonna fix it.”

“And how are you going to fix that?” You asked, amused and curious just what she thought she could do to ‘fix’ the speed at which her father was walking.

“Like this,” she said, standing up. She carefully set the cookies down on the blanket and cupped her hands around her mouth. She proceeded to yell at the top of her lungs, “Faster, Papa! Please and thank you!”

You choked down a laugh, covering your mouth with your hands. “You think he heard you?”

“Don’t seem it,” she pressed her lips together in a frown and called again. “I said FASTER PLEASE AND THANK YOU, PAPA!”

“Why should I?” Sukuna’s voice called back, you could hear the amusement in his tone from where you sat and it made you smile. 

“You taking too long!” She called back.

“Then you come to me, brat!”

She snatched up the cookies and took off running at the speed of light towards him. “I coming, Papa! I bringing cookies, Papa!”

You watched as he handed something to Uraume as Mouse approached and he grabbed her up into his arms. You were impressed with Mouse’s hold on the cookies as her father tossed her laughing form up into the air and caught her. 

You couldn’t hear the exchange from the distance they were still at, but just the sight of the three of them walking towards you was enough to make your heart swell with love. Mouse, Sukuna and Uraume- your beautiful little family. Your everything.

You rose to your feet to greet them as they drew near. Sukuna set Mouse down as Uraume moved to set the things they were holding by the picnic basket. Mouse was happily telling Uraume about all the goodies you had brought with you. Sukuna’s eyes, however, were on you and you alone.

He pulled you closer with an arm around your waist and gave you several soft kisses. “Miss me, precious one?”

“A little,” you teased, cupping his face and kissing him again.

“I missed you a lot, Papa!” Mouse said, plopping down on the blanket and taking a bite of a cookie. She looked at Uraume and said, “I missed you too, Urau-rau. You cook better than Mama.”

You sputtered even though you knew it was the truth. “What was that?”

She turned towards you and gave you a giant smile before saying in a comforting tone, “It okay, Mama. You tried.”

While a part of you wanted to wipe the smirk off Uraume's face, a larger part of you was looking forward to a little alone time with a certain someone’s Papa. You and Mouse both being on Uraume’s good side would make things a lot easier to negotiate. 

“Uraume is a very good cook,” you agreed, sitting down as Sukuna did as well. 

“You just want me to watch her tonight,” Uraume said in a soft tone, shooting you a side glare.

“I do! You know me so well!” You agreed, giving them a wink. “But you are a good cook.”

Mouse started emptying out the basket, personally hand delivering the treats to each person. She grabbed a skewer of dango in either hand before moving to plop down in Sukuna’s lap, leaning her back against him. She grinned up at him and held up one of the skewers. “Want some, Papa?”

“I have my own, brat. Those are yours,” he said, ruffling her hair with a free hand while he smirked down at her. He wouldn’t say it out loud, but you could see by the look in his eyes and the way his fingers combed through her hair just how much he had missed her. How much he loved her. It made you tear up a little. Damn these pregnancy hormones. 

“What brought home, Papa?” Mouse asked, using the dango in one hand to gesture towards the parcels Uraume had set down.

“Why? You think there is something there for you?” He asked, eating one of the cookies Mouse had given him.

“Yes,” she said with a grin. 

“What makes you think you deserve it? Hmm?” he asked, poking her chubby little belly with his finger, making her giggle up at him.

“I been good. Please and thank you, Papa!” 

“Have you though?”

“She has been,” you replied. “She has been a big helper the whole time you were gone.”

“I take good care of Mama, Papa!” she chirped up at him as she finished her snacks in record time. 

“Alright… Uraume, give it to me,” Sukuna instructed, eating another cookie.

Uraume set aside their snacks and grabbed the securely wrapped package and brought it to Sukuna. He used two hands to help Mouse unwrap it. Together they reveal a beautiful, brightly colored shiroshi. The diamond shaped bamboo frame held together a stunning fabric that depicted the image of a red dragon with bright blues and yellows behind it. 

“What this Papa?” Mouse asked.

“It is called a shiroshi. It flies in the sky in the wind,” he explained.

“It windy! We do it now, please and thank you, Papa!” she looked up at him excitedly, her chubby hands laying lovingly on the material.

“I don’t know…” he drawled out.

“Don’t be a tease. Go on and show us your skills, King of Curses,” you teased with a smirk.

“Oh, I’ll show you my skills alright,” he said in a low tone, smirking right back at you.

“With the shiroshi,” you rolled your eyes even as your heart fluttered at his blatant flirting. Still got it!

“Yeah, Papa! Show meeeee!” Mouse said, trying to wiggle out of his hold.

“Uraume, would you do the honors?” Sukuna asked, cocking his head.

Uraume’s eyes got big and they hurried to swallow the food they were chewing. “You want… me to fly it, Master Sukuna?”

“That’s what I said, isn’t it. I mean, you are the one who picked it out…” Sukuna shrugged.

“Urau-rau, you pick it for me?” Mouse’s face lit up.

“I merely pointed them out,” Uraume answered. “But if it would please you, Master Sukuna, I will be happy to.”

Sukuna moved the shiroshi so that Mouse scrambled off of his lap. She bolted to Uraume’s side. She hugged their arm, looking up at them with a big, toothy grin. “Thank you, Urau-rau!! Lets go fly it now, please and thank you!”

Uraume sighed and rolled their eyes, feigning annoyance even as their eyes softened just the slightest bit and the smallest smile ghosted on their lips. They moved to stand, taking the large object from Sukuna’s outstretched hand and walking a bit away with Mouse in tow, skippin beside them. 

Sukuna took advantage and moved to sit beside you. He wrapped two arms around you and pulled you close, one large hand holding your shoulder, the other moved lower to splay and rest over your slightly distended belly. The thumbs on both hands immediately began mindlessly tracing a pattern. He kissed the top of your head as you laid it on his broad shoulder. 

You reached over to take one of his other hands, locking your fingers together and bringing them to your lips. You placed a gentle kiss on his knuckles before lowering your hands to rest idly, fingers still locked. 

You smiled as you watched Uraume battling the wind and Mouse before getting the shiroshi flying high in the sky. They held onto the rope, concerned the wind would be too strong for Mouse’s hold. It was an adorable sight to see, and even from here you could see the enjoyment on Uraume’s face.

“During our travels, when Uraume was a child, we came upon a Takoage festival. They have never really asked for anything, you know this about them, but I could see the enjoyment in their eyes as they watched the shiroshi soar above our heads. We stayed for the duration of the festival. The next day I bought them one, and they spent hours… and hours flying it. I threatened to dismantle the damn thing if they didn’t set it down to fulfil their duties and train,” Sukuna recounted to you, a small smile on his face as he watched them.

“Really? Huh,” you said, taking it in and imagining it with a smile on your face. “Admit it… you just wanted to take a turn flying it, huh?”

“If I had wanted to take a turn, I would have take a damn turn,” he grumbled, causing you to chuckle.

“Mama! Papa! Look! We gots a real dragon! It flying! It going WOOOOOOSH!” Mouse called, spreading her arms wide and running in circles around Uraume, imitating a dragon in flight.

“Be careful or it might get you!” you teasingly called out.

“Silly Mama! It not a real dragon, it no eat me!” Mouse’s laughter carried as easily on the wind as the shiroshi flying high above her head.

Sukuna relaxed against the tree behind him, fully at peace. How could he not be? The weather was nice. The snacks were delicious. His beloved was in his arms and his daughter was happily harassing his disciple just a few yards away. Soon there would be another welp causing mayhem alongside their sister. He couldn’t wait.

[boosnotes]

Would you fall in love with me again?

Shadow T. Hedgehog x reader

SPOILERS FOR SA2 AND SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG

Warning: mentions of commiting suicide, death, use of guns, general shadow things

Genre: angst/comfort

A/n: yooo, from when i was obsessed with epic!!!! i realize i lowkey love making song fics but hate reading them, this is based on shadow the hedgehog ending where vector is there and is theoretically he commits petit suisse iykyk. i had this since this song officially came out, but i never knew how to end it. also dont focus on the massive plot hole it has because of that stupid fucking bed, i didnt know what to replace it with, and writing about it just cut the mood

"Shadow... Is it you?" You looked up delicately as if your eyes could make him disappear again. It has been such a long time without him, everyone thought he was dead, yet he was standing right in front of you, your Shadow. "Have my prayers been answered? Is it really you standing there? Or am I dreaming once more...?"

They say eyes are the mirrors of the soul; he was never a soft man, or at least he never showed it, but his look was different, lacking any meaning. He was roaming the city without a path, looking at the destruction he had caused for being so gullible, for following black doom orders, for being born. He was barely there, only his physical form was still tied to the living world, but not for that long.

"You look different, your eyes look tired, your frame is lighter, your smile torn..." You cautiously step closer, the streets were still burning, nonetheless, the city was free from the black arms, and they now could slowly fix it again. Maybe you could fix him too...

"Is it really you my love...?" His eyes opened wide the moment your hands cupped his cheeks, as if they were the most precious thing in the world, it was the gentlest touch he had received this entire time, punches and pain were what he experienced since he woke up. He still didn't recognize you in his mind, but his heart and body were telling another story. His mouth reacted faster than he could process, his subconscious taking over for this job, protecting the only thing he had left.

"I am not the one you fell in love with, not the one you once adored. I am not your kind and gentle lover, I am not the love you knew before." He surprised himself with those words, it seems his soul knew you. All he comprehended he was feeling was guilt and shame, he didn't feel worthy of you, but he wanted you by his side nonetheless, maybe you were the answer. He drove his face away from your hands, he was not even capable of looking at you, though the hurt in your eyes made him continue with a soft whisper.

"Would you fall in love with me again if you knew all I've done? The things I cannot change, would you love me all the same?" Your heart clenched, you wanted to protect him, to pull him into your arms, to tell him everything was alright, but you knew he wasn't prepared, his walls too high to take them down so suddenly, so you waited for him once again. Meanwhile, you gently took his hands, scared that he'd pull away and lose him, but you needed to ground him.

"What kind of thing did you do...?" You tilted your head and tried to seek his eyes, those amber orbs you've missed and thought you'd never see again, your eyes also darted for a moment to one of the corpses left to rot on the street. You weren't dumb, you were aware he isn't the most moral man, efficiency is his highest priority in missions, whereas when things get too cruel, he stands his ground. He pulled away from you and physically distanced himself, only showing his back to you as he told his story.

"Left a trail of red on every street, as I traded friends like objects I could use. Hurt more lives than I could count on my hands, but all of that was to learn who was the one you once knew..." He reminisced all the times he helped Black Doom, he tried remending it by helping what they called themselves his friend, but the damage in his soul had been done, and the karma he owned couldn't be reverted. Although he wasn't deserving of love, he was greedy for you, for something he used to call his own. "So tell me, would you fall in love with me, I know that you've been waiting..." He gave a glimpse in your direction to make sure you were still there, the shame grew stronger and stronger the more he remembered. He failed everyone, his promise, his friends, himself... You.

"If that's true... Could you do me a favor? Just a moment of labor, that would bring me some peace.." You hugged your form in a grimace, everything felt cold. You went back to step one, after building trust with him, you had lost it all. If he was the same man you fell in love with, if he remembered and valued you, he should know how to act accordingly. "Remember that wedding bed? Could you carry it over? Lift it high on your shoulders, and take it far away from here"

"How could you say this?" his eyes hardened and a scowl folded into his features, the coldness had returned, that was the drop in the glass for him to finally take you in, not in the way you wanted, despite that, it was an advance. Shadow felt offended, betrayed by that request, did everything mean nothing to you? He took a step closer, pointing at his chest as he explained, pained behind his eyes. "I had built that wedding bed with my blood and sweat, carved it into the olive tree where we first met. The symbol of our love everlasting." He bitterly laughed, how could it have been so foolish to think you actually wanted him back. "Do you realize what you have asked me? The only way to move it is to cut it from its roots."

"My only husband knew that, so I guess it makes it really you!" You pushed him off as tears fell from your eyes, your expression now matched his. He stopped altogether, his eyes widened, pupils dilating, and finally, his stare held anything other than guilt. You took a few steps forward, ending right in front of him. His aura of apathy had melted into a warmth that called for you, finally understanding your tricks that never failed to work on him.

"I will fall in love again; over and over again. I don't care how, where, or when, No matter how long it's been, You're mine. Don't tell me you're not the same person, you're always my husband and I've been waiting..." Your hands gripped onto the white fur in his chest, despite just pushing him away, you took him back closer to you. Then your head fell onto his shoulder, you couldn't handle it any longer, all the waiting and mourning had caught up to you, you were in pain too, he wasn't the only one, and you had the right to be angry too. The tone of your shaky voice demanded him to understand, that he had the obligation to stay by your side, you owned half of his soul.

Shadows' body stiffened up, all sorts of feelings were invading his body, and the rough treatment he was receiving as the pleads, no, demands his love, confused him deeply. The somber mood was fighting to settle, yet all your words pushed it off, leaving only space for guilt and connection. He wanted to touch you, but he forgot how to, the memories in his subconscious could do so much; the memory wipe he received difficult him most of the interactions he had, but it wasn't such a problem when all he wanted was to destroy and rule everything; he felt a heavy knot of remorse settle in the pit of her stomach because of that.

Waiting

You had proposed to him many times before he sacrificed himself, half joking half serious. You've been doing that the entire time you worked together for Eggman, even Rouge pushed him a little to accept your hand, saying how she'd love to have another excuse to get a nice gem for your ring. He was very annoyed at you at first, repeatedly telling you that the mission was his only focus and he didn't have time to delve into such useless passions. With time, his heart softened up for you, you grounded him; most of the times he took it too far, you'd slap him as a wake-up call, maybe that's the reason it took him so long to do the correct thing; you weren't scared of him, or showing off your emotions; you had made it very clear you found him attractive, not wasting any occasion to make a comment or a pun; you even backed him up in the fight between him and his prototype, shooting from the distance with your sniper, and assisted him to recover from it after it finished.

He had found a couple of Marias things on the space colony, you took the time to comfort him despite not showing any signs that he needed it, you saw right through him. He didn't realize he had accidentally taken a simple piece of jewelry off her table, he told himself it was for nostalgic reasons, it must've been that. Yet, before everything went down, he surprised himself by handing you the ring after you made another comment about getting married when you went back to earth; he remembered the way your eyes shined, and it took you some time to understand what was going on, you suddenly became timid as you accepted, biting your smile while he put the ring in your finger.

I've been waiting

You stared at the broken moon for so many nights, praying that he made it out alive, that you didn't illusion yourself with a promise that didn't even have the time to begin. You found comfort in playing with the ring he gave you, or the dreams of the two of you together. You had fallen hard, didn't you? You told Rogue the stupid promise you made, earning a bitter laugh from her as she called you an idiot for actually going through with it. Both of you bonded with your grievance for him, meeting him and losing him at the same time gave you a mutual understanding of his character that no one else knew. Still, you missed him, you wanted him, not Rouge. You thought life hated you until you heard the news on TV, or the call of Sonic telling you about how he saw Shadow; you took it upon yourself to find him, yet you missed your opportunity every time, always getting too late.

"Waiting... For you..."

He finally held enough courage to pull you into a kiss, your so-desired kiss. His hands cradle your face with such burning passion, never wanting to let go. Both of your mouths moved in the compass of an imaginary rhythm, one you already knew from how many times it had been done. Your hands went to hold his, all your muscles tensed and the air started to lack, nonetheless, you tried pulling him even closer, wanting to just be one in the same, to not be able to conceive the possibility of being apart from one another ever again. It all felt so familiar it broke your heart, both of you were desperate, longing for the other's presence. Your hearts pounding at the same time, a song long lost now found again. It made him remember that everything was alright, he was here with you, and he would slowly remember, so when the kiss broke off naturally, he pressed his forehead against yours with a shaky breath, he no longer wanted to be gone, he just wanted you.

[aviradasa]

I love your writings dude! Sm! Seeing some laddie hcs from you would be sick! You don’t see much of him from the movie, nor the book even if it adds a little bit more. I feel like they focus on star more. Maybe his dynamic with the boys and stuff? How was he found? Who is he closest with, probably Dwayne and Paul tbh. Also do you think he knows he’s a half vampire? I feel like he would be more scared of David and Marko, mostly David. What does he like to do for fun since he literally lives under a rock. Does he have the same music taste as the boys, can he watch films, can he read and what does he like to read? Also does he have any friends or is he just with Star and the boys all the time. I feel like that would be no because maybe parents o the boardwalk wouldn’t want their children around the boys. I have these kinds of thoughts all the time, about the boys and Star too but with the hcs and fics I can read I feel like I can piece them together better than laddie considering there’s little writing about him. (A funny thing too, would the boys try to not cuss around laddie? I feel like Paul would do it on purpose so Star would get mad or something)

Omg I have been waiting to do these for so long. It won't let me post the long version on here though so I'm gonna make an A03 account.

General laddie hcs

I HC Laddie as the star's younger brother, and when she got involved with the boys at first, she was having a good time. Then something happened to their parents and Laddie was going to be put into the system which Star didn't want to happen so she wanted to leave and David wouldn't let her so she made a deal with him to take Laddie so that she would stay Laddie is indeed closest to Dwayne because he and Laddie have similar personalities. Laddie is kinda quiet and pretty shy for a kid his age and Dwayne Remembers that when he was that age he was very similar. Laddie also likes Paul a lot cause Paul has a little bit of a soft spot for kids and he's the one that spoils Laddie. if Laddie sees something on the boardwalk, and he wants it. He's going to Paul cause he knows Paul will make it happen even if Star or Dwayne say no. Dwayne kinda helps Star raise Laddie cause he saw her struggling with him at first and decided to help. They are basically besties who share a kid. Now, laddie mostly Avoids David because after David took (kidnapped) him, laddie became attached to him at the hip. After all, he was just grateful to be with his sister again. But David was not having it. He wasn't trying to be an ass he just didn't want to get attached to the kid Cause he knew that with the life they lived he may not survive and he just didn't want that on his conscious so he pushed him away. Now Marko kinda freaks Laddie out a bit because Marko can be a bit..unstable. Marko Can have these really drastic and really sudden mood swings, It doesn't help that Marko will lowkey be really good with Laddie for a little bit, like showing him artwork, helping fix His stuff to suddenly just freaking the fuck out whenever Laddie comes up to him so he just Avoids marko. Laddie absolutely loves playing games with the boys and star.his favorites are physical/board games due to the cave not having electricity. He LOVES hide and seek.His all-time favorite. Some nights star will help him convince the other boys to all go outside to play with him. Another favorite of laddies is tag.But he doesn't like playing with the boys cause they are a lot faster than he is, But he does play with Star,and when Max allows it, he loves playing tag with Thorn. He also likes going To maxs house cause he can watch Scooby doo.It's his favorite show He also absolutely loves watching Jem and the holograms As well! laddie also likes to make up his own games.However, some of his games start to worry Star because they are a bit violent, and it makes her wonder if some of the things he's hearing may be influencing him wrong. Especially when Laddie ran up to her with a ripped-up teddy bear and asked her if she thought the Bear learned its lesson yet. She snatched that bear so quick- and then she had a long ass talk with him about no more torturing teddies When asked why he did it, and all Laddie said was that “he didn't like how it talked to his friends.” She thought that was weird cause Laddie didn't have any human friends. It's not that he's not allowed to have them but he just doesn't try to make them. After that whole deal though, star and dwayne Were talking and decided that everyone should start watching what they say around the kid Cause it's clearly fucking with him. Laddie Hates the censorship. He's at that age where hes in the “I'm not a little kid anymore” stage. He just wants to be part of the gang. So he goes to eavesdropping. He hears a lot of stuff he shouldn't, and it's also how he ends up learning he's a half-vampire. Laddie honestly didn't know what an actual vampire was. He had only heard the dumbed-down kid story versions of vampires but he was still scared. The boys also influence Laddie's music taste a lot. He loves all kinds of rock/metal cause of Them.they are his biggest role models so what they like. Laddie likes. Music, style, hobbies, if they like it, so does he. After learning the boys are vampires though all laddie wants is to be one which really makes it hard for star to resist giving into the pressure.

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Any chance we could get a yandere Poe Dameron comeback? 😈

Somehow he has returned :o

The fire inside, the beauty outside

Yandere!Poe Dameron x f!reader

Cw/triggers: Nsfw, Poe is lowkey creepy, dirty thoughts, masturbation(m!).

Poe recently heard about new recruits for the Resistance. Knowing his luck, Leia most probably would assign him to welcome them and give them a proper start.

The day the corvette with the recruits arrived, he got himself ready, reminding everyone of the new members.

You were amongst them, stepping out to join the others as Leia and Poe approached.

Leia smiled sweetly as she stopped infront of you all.

"Welcome to the Resistance everybody," she gestured towards Poe, "this is commander Dameron, our top pilot and the one who will make sure you have a great start."

You could feel the nervous swallowings of the others around you.

Poe looked at each one of you, but his eyes lingered on you for a second longer.

As Poe started speaking, explaining how everything will work, you listened intently while Poe caught your gaze more often than with any of the others.

When the introduction was finished, all of you were assigned to do some small work in the maintenance bay, with Poe's eyes fixated on you whenever he could, even sneaking glanced at you when he's talking to someone.

Poe couldn't explain how and why you specifically. Did he care? Not so much.

He looked around, seeing the others deepened in their work, then his curious gaze set on you working on a droid.

"Hey there, doing alright?" he stepped beside you, watching your fingers work on the dismantled protocol droid.

You smiled proudly. "Yes, I'm trying to fix his arm and it's giving me problems with the wires though."

"Want me to help you?" Poe offered with a friendly smile.

Accepting with a nod, you stepped more to the side, allowing Poe to help you, fumbling with the same arm as you did, occasionally brushing his fingers against yours, sending sparks through him, some even wandering downwards, with his heart fluttering.

Poe's breath quickened, he felt the heat rise up from the blood that's starting to flow downwards.

He tried to ignore all the things going on inside of him, wanting to genuinely help you but it was difficult with the bloodrush in his groin distracting him.

But despite all the distraction, Poe managed to help you with the wires. Thank the stars he was wearing his orange suit, otherwise his tight pants would threaten to bust open.

"You think you come along alone? I've got a meeting coming up shortly." He excused himself.

You look back at him, smiling. "Of course, thanks for the help."

With a quick reassuring smile, Poe swiftly made his way out of the maintenance bay, heading to a quiet spot inside the base so he could be undisturbed.

Once there, he pressed himself against the wall, trying to calm himself down even with his big problem inside his suit.

"Fuck, what's wrong with me?" He muttered, he couldn't bear the urge any longer, palming himself with one hand, unzipping his suit with the other.

The smile you gave him was almost too much for him.

Reaching inside his straining boxers and pulling his throbbing length out, he looked around one last time, then gave himself a slow, teasing stroke, slumping back against the wall.

With a groan he started stroking himself faster while his thoughts unintentionally went back to you, your beautiful face, your smile, your everything.

And your hands while fixing that droid? It drove him freaking mad with pleasure, imagining them moving somewhere else instead...

Slowing his handiwork down to edge and tease himself even further, Poe didn't want it to end, fucking his fist, thinking about you, wanting you - no, needing you!

Poe was a panting and hip-shuddering mess, having to support himself on the wall with his arm, squeezing the girth in his hand, imagining what it would feel like to bury himself to the hilt inside you. You, being a moaning mess underneath him.

He wished he could go down on you, ripping orgasm after orgasm out of you until you have to beg him to stop due to overstimulation.

Poe was already about to drop off the edge, he was so close.

With the last pump of his hand, he spilled himself on the wall. Exhausted, he leaned his sweaty forehead on his arm, subconsciously watching his cum flow down the wall.

Once he catched himself, he tucked his softened cock back into his boxers, then zipped up his suit, and adjusting its collar.

When Poe returned back to the maintenance bay, he saw Leia along with C-3PO speaking to you and the rest of the group.

Leia had already dismissed you and the others as Poe stepped beside her.

She raised an eyebrow at his sudden appearance out of nowhere.

"Poe, where were you?"

"I had to respond to an emergency with BB-8." he blurted out in fast thinking

"I'm glad you're here now though. They're all going to join us, for now I've given them free time to adjust. I'm giving you the same 'cause I think it was a hard day for you with them."

A hard day for Poe indeed.

"Yeah it was," Poe nodded, feigning exhaustion, "but I'm glad they're going to join us." he drawled.

Poe was looking forward to it. Specifically to you.

After he got dismissed, Poe went inside his quarters, trying to get a hold of himself but failed miserably. His mind was still clouded with you, only you.

Just a few minutes after, Poe felt increasingly restless, he wanted to see you again. So he got up, deciding to give you a friendly visit.

After a quick check, he now knows where your quarters are. Once there he knocked softly on the door, already having an excuse thought up.

Hearing no response, only silence, Poe made a bold move, pressing the button to silently slide your door open.

Poe's eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness in your place. You were already in your bed in a deep sleep.

Admiring your sleeping form, Poe silently stalked towards you, then kneeled down at your bedside.

By the stars you are so beautiful.

Poe reached out, gently tracing his knuckles along your cheek as you let out a sleepy sound.

He smiled, wanting nothing more than to climb into your bed and trap you in his arms.

Poe leaned down until he was close to your ear then whispered lowly.

"Baby you will love it here. I'll take such good care of you..."

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Ngl the sugar daddy jing yuan reader fic lowkey intrigues me, like why did Jing Yuan resort to something as finding a sugar baby? Was he stressed over something as well? A relationship problem? Was he that lonely?? I feel it would be nice to explore!

i love this request. it took me a while to find the right songs and good scenarios, but i got you covered, bby ! I MIGHT NAME THIS SERIES THO ! it's a WIP obv unless until i finish the main storyline and will take longer time to accommodate to unlike the main story (and that one already takes an eternity) do enjoy the treat !

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𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊 ! : ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ᴀᴜ , ᴊɪɴɢ ʏᴜᴀɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ , ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏʀʀᴇʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ'ꜱ ᴄʀᴀᴅʟᴇ

𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 ! :

ˢᵗʳᵉˢˢ , ᵃⁿˣⁱᵉᵗʸ , ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ˢᵉˡᶠ ʰᵃʳᵐ , ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗ ᵃⁿᵍˢᵗ, EXTRA LONG.

Another day...another report.

Scratch that. There were hundreds of reports on his desk as is. And they were piling as time grew on. Not like it would ever stop. They just kept adding up, accumulating like the spam emails in his iMac monitor before him.

And his secretary was of no help either. Sure, she did her work mighty fine ! Being on time, punctual, taking all the calls and planning his meeting and fixing up his schedule. But that makes him feel more annoyed than ever.

She's just too punctual. And she expects him to be like that too.

She was always rushing him to do his work, always nagging him on and on to pay attention to the business proposals, to look over the reports, remind him again and again that he had lunch with the Lead Researcher from that growing Space Research Centre built under the name of one of the most well-known geniuses known to mankind.

Herta's Space Research Centre...and her Lead Researcher who was currently managing the Centre on her own... Asta...

What time was the meeting again...?

"Remember ! You have a meeting with Lady Asta from the research center at 2pm this afternoon ! Don't be late ! It's a crucial investment !" He heard Fu Xuan's voice ring in his mind.

Oh...2pm. He had time before that.

He sighed in his chair, leaning back into his leather chair as he ran a hand through his messy silver hair. Lazy golden eyes glanced at the time showed on the standby mode on his monitor...

"1 : 45..." he read aloud, his voice carrying his lazy tone through the silent room.

He thought about it.

1 : 45 ?!?!

He never bolted out of his seat faster than he ever had before.

"Hahaha !" The man laughed as Jing Yuan retold the tale of the earlier day. A hand landed on his back, slapping it playfully as his friend found humor in his troubles.

"Don't laugh, asshole." Jing Yuan said, a frown of frustration on his lips. But it slowly curled up into one of amusement seeing his friend like this.

"You're really finding my concerns entertaining, don't you ?"

"Sorry, sorry. My bad." The man said, raising his cup of alcoholic beverage to his lips, sipping it elegantly.

"But then, what happened ? You rushed out of your building to the meeting place. Did you see Lady Asta ?" Blade asked, looking at his friend with a smirk on his lips.

"Oh, you bet. I found her as soon as I got there. But fortunately for me, she had just arrived herself. So, I wasn't too late, nor did I make her wait." Jing Yuan said with a relieved sigh.

The two were meeting up in quite the high-class bar. Somewhere that had classical music playing, dim lighting, expensive drinks of the finest quality, quiet chatter and the clinking of glasses and extravagant attire. It wasn't your average bar. Heck, there were barely any ruthless drunkards in places like this, those who caused ruckus when they drank too much.

"But Fu Xuan, that girl..." he pondered, shaking his head at the mention of his secretary. "She really needs to learn how to loosen up and stop asking me day after day when will I hand my company over to her."

"Oh ? She's blatantly asking you to make her the heir to the corporation ? Very...brazen, of her." Blade said with a furrow of his brows and nodded his head.

"It doesn't get any easier, Blade. Believe me." Jing Yuan sighed.

It was just another day in his life. He was the CEO of one of the top companies in the country, or even the world ! The Xianzhou Alliance was branched into 6 franchises under one brand, though usually known individually. Fanghu, Luofu, Zhuming, Xuling, Yaoqing, and Yuque.

And Jing Yuan just happened to be the CEO of the Luofu branch, also being the youngest and one of longest reigning ones at that. Not only that, he was known for his good looks, his intellect and gentlemanly manners.

Blade just happened to be his friend from college and was the main mechanical engineers for the bigger productions of the company, building his name to be known far and wide for a man as young as him. He was known as Yingxing, formerly. A nerdy young man that loved art.

But after a certain incident, he dyed his hair black and changed his alias to Blade before joining a group of debt collectors that made quite the name for themselves.

The Stellaron Hunters.

Jing Yuan sighed, raising a hand at the bartender for another glass of bourbon. He needed a little more liquor to forget the tension that night.

"So, of course the meeting didn't end there, right ? I heard that Herta was planning on opening a university to give opportunities to more...brilliant minds. Perhaps they wanted to collaborate with the Intelligentsia Guild ? Heard they too opened up a new university recently." Blade asked, pouring another glass of Koshu sake for himself.

He wasn't too much of a fan of the harder liquors. He loved to savor his drinks and take his time relishing in the bitter taste. Like the little things around him. He loved to watch drama unfold, especially if he wasn't involved in it.

Even better if he was the cause behind it.

But he wouldn't do that to Jing Yuan. His dude needed a break. Especially since they have known each other for a couple of years now.

"Yeah." Jing Yuan said, nodding his head at his friend. "I suppose you could put it that way. Lady Asta wanted to meet up to ask about the funding for the research in the space station. Now that you mention it, I think she also said something about investing for the university ?"

"I don't know anymore, Blade..." Jing Yuan sighed, hand over his eyes. "After that meeting i came back to more papers and reports. Then tomorrow, the meetings and the negotiations...the business proposals, photoshoots and interviews and not to mention the stalkers recently. Fu Xuan is literally gonna snag my ass one day if she really thinks I'm as incompetent as I look, I swear to the Aeons..."

He let out a tired chuckle, leaning over and setting his elbow on the table. His friend looked at him worriedly, knowing that it might not sound like much, but for Jing Yuan to openly admit his problems like this...

"Why don't you ask her to loosen up your schedule ?" Blade asked him softly, a hand on Jing Yuan's back.

"And listen to her lecture me about time management ? I'd save at the very least 2 hours of my time reading reports." He chuckled dryly, shaking his head and pulled his hand away from his eyes.

"That's not gonna work, Blade. She'll say I have nothing better to do in my time anyway...I go home with those uncompleted documents but I still have to keep thinking how I'm going to arrange my thoughts for tomorrow."

Then they heard a small commotion. There was a man slamming his hand onto the table, and a young lady before him. She looked firm and resolute, not even flinching as the man before her expressed his distaste and anger to her.

"For the last time, I'm saying no. I told you, I don't have the money for it !" The young lady said calmly, her hands spread in front of her to exaggerate her point.

"You brought me here, and then expect me to sign up for Herta's Space Research school to study biotechnology under Madam Ruan Mei ? Do you have any idea how crazy the fees will be ?" The girl asked again, folding her arms over her chest as she merely glared at the man that stood in anger before her.

"Plus you know that I'm already struggling with fees in the Yaoqing Academy is already crazy enough. And that's with scholarship. I'd then have to pay Yaoqing for stopping halfway and my scholarship, then pay the registration fees of Herta's school."

"Imagine having to go to some prestigious, preppy place filled with studying, that I don't even have time to go work to buy myself dinner." The lady stressed with a shake of her head.

"But this is your opportunity !"

"I...I cant afford it..." she admitted softly.

Jing Yuan's gaze softened as he looked at this troubled lady. He wished he could help, watching her being pressured like this. But he wasn't a charity... if he helped her, many more would come to him for the same reason...

But it was a waste that a beautiful young lady like her didn't get the opportunity she deserved. She looked like she was well-versed in studying, and going to Herta's university would secure her a bright future working with the Intelligentsia Guild, or Herta's Space Station or the research facility, or even the IPC !

"I cant keep dating someone who doesn't have standards, (Y/n). My family will look down on me ! And I'm always paying for you when we go on dates, you never spend for me !" The man said with anger present in his tone. Then the young lady before him bit her bottom lip, her eyes trailing off somewhere else.

"Wh-what did you expect from dating me ? You know I'm poor. I work part time at a cafe, juggling assignments, bills and chores. I...I cant always have the luxury of spoiling you ! And you yourself wanted to go on dates, promising me that you'll handle the bill." The lady said, tears in her bright eyes.

"Or not you'll never go on dates with me !" The boyfriend exclaimed, making the girl, (Y/n), feel even guiltier.

Then he slammed his hand again on the table. "Enough ! We're over. I cant keep dating a leech who'd do nothing to improve her life even when there's a path !"

Then the man stormed off, leaving the lady alone and humiliated in the middle of the expensive bar with all eyes on her. She didn't care about that, she was mainly troubled on the fact that she'd have to cover the bills herself...

'How interesting...' Jing Yuan thought to himself as he looked at the pitiful lover.

She was a beautiful young lady, perhaps around 22 years old ? She seemed pretty young. Perhaps she's in the middle of pursuing a degree ? To change majors means she must be pretty early into the registration. Foundation, perhaps...

She looked very ordinary, unlike the others in this bar. She had beautiful (h/c) hair, the brightest (e/c) eyes that shone under the warm lights of the bar. But she looked tired. She was broke. Wallet, and heart.

Jing Yuan couldn't hold back anymore. He didn't like seeing a young woman as innocent as hardworking as her getting dumped just because she didn't have the money. What kind of asshole does that, anyway ?!

Jing Yuan got up from his place, ignoring Blade's voice of questions as he walked over to the young woman who sat alone.

"(Y/n), right ?" Jing Yuan asked, and she looked up, those bright (e/c) eyes, glistening with tears as she sadly looked into his warm honey eyes.

(Y/n) seemed startled and quickly wiped her eyes. "Yes, th-that's me." She said, nodding her head.

"See, I don't do this often, but..." Jing Yuan started as he sat before her. "I'm quite certain the entire establishment heard what happened between you and...well...your...ex lover...?"

He grimaced a little at the word 'ex', knowing it must still be a touchy subject for her. But she didn't seem to mind and just nodded her head.

"Yeah, I saw this coming, obviously." (Y/n) said with a light chuckle. "I knew we weren't going to work out. But he was persistent, constantly egging me on and on to date him, that one day I just said yes."

"Well, it seems like you're going through a rough patch, and I know you just want to head home and sleep it off. So, I want to help you out." Jing Yuan said, taking the bill on the table and reading out the receipt list.

"Let me pay for tonight."

(Y/n)'s eyes widened as she looked at him, blinking owlishly as she heard his offer. This...this random man was willing to pay for the receipt ? The orders she didn't even indulge in ? She felt guilt eating away at her stomach, making her fidget in her seat.

But what choice did she have...?

That's right. She didn't.

So she nodded her head.

"Wow, didn't know you could be quite the gentleman, oh CEO Jing Yuan." Blade said as his friend came back after seeing off the woman named (Y/n).

Jing Yuan nodded his head, feeling a light blush dust his cheeks from the teasing manner of his friend. But he brushed it aside quickly, composing himself to wish away the blush as quickly as it came.

"I just couldn't leave her there. It would be quite...distasteful." Jing Yuan said, taking his seat back next to Blade.

"Mm...but she was quite the catch, wasn't she ? Too bad she ended up with a sorry excuse as a boyfriend as him." Blade said with a laugh, his Adam's apple bobbing as his voice rumbled.

"She was indeed beautiful, yes." Jing Yuan said softly, nodding his head as he reminded himself of the young woman. "It was funny how she didn't even recognize who I am. Most young women would."

He caught Blade smirking at him at which he quickly composed himself with a fake smug smile back on his lips.

"Anyway..." Jing Yuan said, looking at Blade with raised eyebrows. "How are things with you and...Dan Jia ?"

Blade immediately was caught off guard with the question, his pale face dusted with a red blush that went all the way up to his ears. Dan Jia was one of the heirs to a multi-billion organization that was partnered with the Xianzhou Alliance, more known towards their love of arts and entertainment.

And Dan Jia was the woman that had loved him before and after his change. The only person who understood and still stood by him no matter, and it wasn't like any one could oppose her, anyway.

"A-ahem...Dan Jia and I..." Blade stuttered, turning away for a moment as he slowly sipped at his drink.

"We...got engaged." The male said and Jing Yuan glared at him.

"And you didn't even tell me ?" "I was going to when you were in a more chill mood ! Don't blame me trying to be considerate of your feelings !"

Then Blade got an idea. He smiled widely, looking at his friend before uncharacteristically clapping his hands, something he did when he had a mind-blowing revolutionary thought. Usually it meant good news for the company, or friends, so Jing Yuan was very intrigued to hear.

"How about you find a lover ?" Blade asked with a pat on Jing Yuan's back.

Jing Yuan had never heard a solution so stupid from this former engineer before. He sighed, and slapped a hand onto his forehead.

"No no, hear me out for real here." Blade said, trying to pull back Jing Yuan's interest. "If Fu Xuan says that you have nothing to do in your free time, find someone that can act as something to fill in time you need. You cant put hobbies, because hobbies are meant to be something to be done in your free time."

"But what if you had a commitment ?"

Then Jing Yuan looked at Blade like he made the best idea ever. That actually made so much sense ! But...

"What if I get even more stressed from it ?" Jing Yuan asked, looking at Blade.

"Based on the trends right now, students are more frequently found on dating sites, and you could start from there. Give Fu Xuan some reasons to throw her off the scent and make sure she doesn't schedule every second you manage to breathe in the aircon of your private office." Blade explained again, his hands making and tracing gestures onto the surface of the bar top.

'Students, huh...? Perhaps...he might even...' Jing Yuan wondered.

"You mean, be a sugar daddy ?" Jing Yuan asked with a raise of his eyebrow, and his friend laughed.

"Not necessarily." Blade said. "Give it a feel, take on a few blind dates. You have nothing to lose. If it doesn't work out, tell it straight, then proceed to leave."

"You know how happy I am with Dan Jia. Perhaps it's also time for you to find someone too, Jing Yuan."

So he followed the advice of his friend. Blade was right, he didn't have much to lose if he played his cards right and used his professionalism right.

He downloaded the dating app. And to make things look a little easier to filter the horny, money-hungry women who never left a shred of decency on their profiles, he put on the status of 'CEO. In need of a sugar baby, willing to spend time with me.'

He kept swiping left, left and left. The ones he swiped right on were also just as unsavory, so he kept searching. Until he saw this one account he felt drawn to.

And swiped right.

After a bit of talking, they decided to meet up at a student friendly cafe as to not pressure her. He was feeling quite peppy about it, a light blush of happiness on his cheeks as his feet tapped impatiently on the wooden floors of the cozy cafe.

He made sure to dress casually, a mere dark grey sweater and a pair of white slacks. His hair was still in it's usual messy style, but he tried to make himself look a little presentable, tying it up into a ponytail. It was still messy, but he tried.

He was meeting up with a young lady who was a student in need of help for her tuition loans and apartment bills she couldn't handle on her own. But though she reached out to him, she was often times hesitant to find a 'sugar daddy'.

His heart was pounding in his chest. He never felt this excited before. It had been long since they started talking and she was finally comfortable with meeting him after so many times of denying.

Then he saw her. The girl he was waiting for, shyly enter the cafe with reddened cheeks as she tucked back her (h/c) hair that fell over her face from lowering her gaze so much.

"M-Mr. Jing Yuan..." She greeted as she pulled the seat before him.

"Miss (Y/n). What a pleasure."

He had been searching for her all this while, and he finally found her.

[sereneres]

dollz™ ³

newjeans x 6th member!reader / 0.8k

summary. — in which danielle has too much time on her hands. she also isn’t really there but we’re going to ignore that

warnings. — danielle is here yet isn’t at the same time

“this name thing is lowkey kinda hard.”

hyein huffs, rolling onto her side and raising an eyebrow at the older girl. “don’t you already have all of yours, unnie?”

“well, no, i still have to come up with with mine and ynnie’s.” hanni sighs, dropping her chin into her palm. “the others were easier. bbangsaz, kittyz, twotolz, niniz–”

“why are you and dani-unnie ‘niniz’?” haerin tilted her head. “couldn’t you just be ‘aussiez’? because you both came from australia?”

minji, sighing, patted the girl on the soldier with a look of faux sympathy. “don’t question it too much, haerin, you’ll just get lost in the complicatedness that is hanni’s mind.”

“hey, just so you know, danielle was the one who wanted niniz, not me!”

“oh.” minji blinked, then turned back to haerin to once again pat her on the shoulder. “nevermind haerin.”

“hey–”

hyein groans, turning to you as the two girls continued bickering. haerin, having already settled down on minji’s lap, starts to doze off.

“yn-unnie~” she whines, shuffling closer to you and placing her hands on your knees. “can you help me, please?”

her words are almost robotic, seeing as she had said them in english, and that, paired with the pouty look on her face, was enough to make you coo at the younger girl.

“don’t worry about it too much, hyein.” you murmured, placing a hand on her head and petting her. “it’ll come to us… hopefully.”

minji, being unable to move with a sleeping haerin in her lap, turns her head nearly one-hundred and eighty degrees to look at you. “maybe you should ask danielle for help. she’s pretty good at coming up with names.”

“sh– mph,” haerin yawned. “she made a list of ship names for us already. didn’t you guys get her message?”

“she did?” hanni frowned, picking up your phone. “when’d she send it?”

“hanni-unnie, that’s my phone–”

the older girl pressed a finger to your lips, her eyes fixed on the screen of your phone. “shush, yn, you weren’t using it anyway.” she paused. “uh, what’s your password again?”

“just use your own phone, unnie.” hyein sighed, plopping her head onto your lap. “it would be faster if you did.”

you too sigh, albeit more out of exasperation than tiredness. “debut date, hanni-unnie.” you reminded her for the nth time that month. “it’s our debut date.”

“right… did you use month day year, day month year, year month day, or year day month?”

“hanni-unnie.”

“okay, okay, i got it, no need to whine… oh wow this list is long–”

“what about barbiez?” hyein cut in, having pulled up the list on her own phone. “that’s pretty cute, right, yn-unnie?”

you hum. “it is, but i don’t think we can just use barbiez. for one thing, it would look weird being spelt with a z when everyone spells it with an s–”

“all of our shipnames look weird with a z though.” haerin muttered. “dani-unnie and i use ‘candyz’ and not ‘candies’…”

“and, most importantly, we could get into some issues using the name barbie despite not being affiliated to the brand.” you smile apologetically at the girl in your lap, the beginnings of a pout on her face. “sorry, hyein-ah, but we can’t use it.”

“what about bratz?” hanni suggested, having not paid attention to anything you had said. “you and hyein look like bratz, right, minji?”

minji blinks. “erm…” she glances at you, her silent plea for help plastering an amused yet small smile on your lips.

“we can’t use that one because, as i said earlier, copyright and or trademark issues, hyein.” you said. “also, i don’t think it would be a good look if we were called bratz. it’s too much like the word brats, and who knows how many people already think of us like that…”

“those pe’ple are jus’ haters, unnie.” haerin murmured sleepily. “ignore ‘em.”

hanni huffed and nodded her head in agreement with the younger’s words. “well said, haerin, well said.”

“okay, what about dollz?” minji asked, looking at hyein. she had, at somepoint, taken your phone from hanni and was going through the list danielle had created. “since you can’t use barbiez or bratz, why not just use dollz?”

“dollz.” hyein repeated thoughtfully, seemingly testing how the word sounded. “that’s…”

“it’s perfect.” you leaned forward, trying and failing to peek at the screen—it was a privacy screen, hence your failure—of your phone. “was it on dani-unnie’s list?”

the older girl nodded. “it was.” she gives you your phone before pointing at the name on the screen. “see, it’s like, ten or so names down from the first one in the third row.”

“oh… just how many names did dani-unnie come up with?”

“she came up with around twenty–”

“oh, that’s not that bad.”

“–for each pairing, excluding the ones we already made names for, so, around a hundred?”

“a hundred?!”

previous. / pairz. / next.

[halfbaked00q]

This is genuinely going to sound so weird lmao but i stumbled across this blog a few days ago and it kinda made me into a 00q shipper except i’ve never seen even a MINUTE of any bond movie which is……… sure okay i’ll ship these two men i know nothing about

gonna let you in an a secret *gestures you closer*

when I first got into 00q years ago, I literally had not meaningfully seen any of the Bond movies either LMAO (I think I might have seen Skyfall in theaters when it came out? but that would years ago again even from when I got into 00q)

like I think I was into Man from UNCLE at that point maybe and was like, I need more spy content. ...00q should do it. -and then, like, brute-forced my way into the fandom just by diving into fic via AO3 and going from there lol. Like, I figured I could probably pick up the highlights - or at least the highlights-according-to-fandom - via direct immersion anyway, and this would get me my fix (fics) faster than like sitting thru the movies first lol. maybe I pulled up some/a Bond & Q clip on youtube? can't remember (it would have been the National Gallery scene if it was anything)

and honestly? maybe a controversial opinion but, that doesn't NOT work, you know what I mean? cuz it's valuable to have first-hand canon knowledge to form your own opinions and stuff (and esp if you are gonna engage in any sort of analysis or meta on the text, -unless you're planning to do a more meta-metatextual analysis on fanon as metatext vs trying to extrapolate that per se back to the text sight unseen),

BUT I also hold to my theorem of fandom being a form of, like, analog *oral tradition*, and so like the iterative (/collaborative) storytelling aspect is also a central... tenet? feature? of fandom which sort of allows you to engage with the iterations before you, and also to further iterate on them yourself, without necessarily HAVING to trace the lineage of the storytelling all the way back to the source before you can start engaging with the collaborative iterative storytelling effort we sort of do in fandom.

but yeah lol taking off my amateur armchair anthropologist hat... 😃 a warm and hearty welcome on behalf of the rest of us here in 00q I suppose lol (a possibly-dubious option tho I may be as a representative of our whole), please enjoy the fun (at large) and lowkey chaotic madness (here specifically)

[hamararakattirastas]

how does it feel realizing that FTTFM is pretty much accurately predicting 2025 ?😂😂

Lol it's been entertaining to see how close I have gotten on some occasions. I have been lowkey keeping track of how my predictions are going

On track so far Oscar is flopping in the races that I thought he would win and winning the ones that I thought would be surefire flops for him (China pole and win wtf I did not expect that based on his performance last year.) So if you see him winning in Jeddah and in Miami while fully flopping it up throughout Europe, that's my fault, sorry lol.

Off track, I hope Lando has someone to talk to and can get his head back in the game, that side of FFTFM is getting a little too accurate and worrying at the moment. We are 4 races into this season and Lando already acts the way he did around the American triple header last year which is not ideal for anyone

Kinda team wise it's interesting to see that the 'the car is not suited for Lando's driving style and we are trying to fix it' conversation is popping up already, I thought that would take a little longer irl, if it would happen at all, since based on the end of last season, Lando seemed more than comfortable in the car while Oscar was struggling. I genuinely wanna know what's up with that car that makes Oscar adapt to it better than Lando. Like what did they change in it? I thought they were just building on the MCL38, chancing it a little bit to make it even faster instead of going the full Ferrari route of trashing 99% of the design

Audience reactions, well, I did not think people would be pointing fingers at Oscar for sabotaging his teammate at this point of the season. Haterism is on the rise though so that was accurately predicted. Social media has been interesting for the past 24 or so hours.

Media wise FFTFM raises Oscar to be a championship contender a lot later in the season while irl he is firmly in the conversation already. Though in FFTFM neither Ferrari or Red Bell were flopping this hard, so Lewis, Charles and Max were truly in the mix. I mean Max still is but Red Bull is making it real difficult for him. The same kind of conversation about if Oscar can keep up this level of consistency is going on in both though

So yeah, it's been entertaining to watch real life events unfold and compare them to the work of fiction I poured hours upon hours of research into. In conclusion Oscar keeps surprising me on track and making me doubt my wheel knowledge while everything going on off track makes me think I should be studying the effects of fan culture and media patterns on athletes or something like that in uni instead of education

[spadesolace]

polaroid love - bonus 2.0. dinner with newjeans

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Dice promotions ended later than yn expected.

All she wanted to do was lie down on her bed and sleep. It felt like everything was collapsing on her, especially after finding out that Wonyoung had liked her. Music Bank was a bit awkward to say the least, especially how her own bandmates were teasing her on how dense she can be that the 4th Gen IT girl had a thing for her.

“Past is past.” is what she would always reply, she never liked wonyoung that much to make a move. She valued their friendship more than the what ifs. Although she still had those lingering thoughts where if she would have made a move. Then again, she sort of dated Chaewon for a short time until they both decided to just be friends and not let anyone know they actually dated. That’s a story for next time. 

With the promotions done, YN is looking forward to see newjeans again, the last time they saw each other was when she visited Hybe. Although this entire dinner was solely for your members to meet your new friends, there is a part from the management that would want the press to use this to promote the group. Lowkey, YN wasn’t having it for the management to take advantage of your friendship but, if it means helping the group, possibly stop some fanwars, then sure, she’ll accept it.

“Eunchae mentioned to me there’s someone in NewJeans that’s also ‘06.” Kyujin was one of the excited members, let alone she hasn’t made that many friends in the industry except for Eunchae.

“That’s Haerin, she’s a bit introverted like Yoona but you’ll get along just fine.” Slowly the group got excited, YN could only talk about how each and everyone would get along with the monster rookie group. 

“YN-UNNIE!” A loud scream, one can feel the energetic vibes coming from that sweet voice, knowing fully well, its-

“EUNCHAE!” Kyujin was faster in registering that Lesserafim was on the premises. Sakura had then explained that management was the one that decided to have a change of plans and invited Lesserafim to their dinner with Newjeans in which the entire group was fine with. They’ve interacted before, especially the two ‘06 liners and adding to their group is Haerin. 

“YN!” YN could only slowly turn around, seeing Chaewon again after the whole crush and confession thing within Iz*one. They’ve talked about it before but after a year, things were a bit awkward, but it wasn’t the leader of Lesserafim that caught her attention, no. The group behind them, NewJeans oldest members, Minji and Hanni. She swore something about them made her feel things, maybe it was admiration of their capabilities in the industry, or their face card, or their talents, let alone their personalities already made an impact on her. 

Waving at the two, Yoona took note of her facial features. YN’s subtle smile, faint blush, fixing her hair like tucking it by her ear, and being shy which is a bit rare. I think someone has a crush. 

The entire dinner, Sullyoon could only observe her best friend, interacting between the two groups and their own. More so, her attention was solely focused on the two oldest members of NewJeans. YN did mention to her before how she’s more fond of them due to being the same age. There was no harm in having more friends but what was suspicious was the way she acted.

“Yoona, YN will melt if you keep looking at her like that.” Jinni had to try her best to make Sullyoon stop observing one of her best friends but even Jinni had to admit, there was something about you during that dinner that had a different glow.

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