#though it didnt go much w the flow

[snekdood]

i think i'd be a horrible vampire, like, in terms of my comic's version of them- i'd be too lazy to do all that shit zero does.

[begginmonty]

working with mike (part two)

(hello here is part two, sorry for the long delay urm, there is going to be like two more parts to this because i didnt get to put everything i wanted in this and it was already too long lol, so keep your eyes out for the next part/s)

part 1

you wake up a few hours later, finding yourself completely like latched onto mike’s waist and he’s got his arm around you, his head hanging down, almost on top of yours. it takes you a few seconds but it suddenly hits you and you realise you two are cuddling.

you can’t help but stare at him a little, he’s beautiful. you manage to carefully detach yourself from mike, immediately missing his warmth. he doesn't stirr one bit, he is knocked tf out 

mike wakes up about an hour later all groggily, and he blinks himself awake and looks down, lowkey (highkey) wanting you to still be there but you aren't :( but there's a note on the coffee table in front of him. ‘goodmorning for when you wake up! the mechanic called and i’ve gone to sort out my car. i’ll give you back your clothes later, see you at work! - y/n. <3’  even though he’s half asleep, he lights up a little reading the little love heart you left. 

someone's broken into the pizzeria and destroyed it :( vanessa calls you explaining everything and you decide to go into work a little earlier than usual. glass everywhere, old arcade games all mashed up and just broken/destroyed shit everywhere. it’s gonna be a long night. 

after a quick ass whooping from vanessa (not literally, she’s just pissed) she sets off and you get to work quickly. once again putting on the old 80s music mix tape and putting it to play through the speakers, you get to work picking up all the old toys and concessions thrown across the main dining area. 

mike pulls up with abby, and he see’s the lights on, noticing you’re a bit earlier than usual. anyway, they sit in the car, mike explaining rules to abby, “is y/n going to be there?” even the mention of your name has mike feeling something, “uh, yeah, y/n w-will be there” “i like y/n” abby’s smiling, looking at the pizzeria sign. 

you’re busy sweeping up glass, music in the background, and you suddenly hear a “woahhh” you turn around and it’s mike and abby. a smile lights up your face, “hey guys” you were not expecting abby but probably babysitting problems and you weren’t going to snitch to your boss about it. definitely not.

both mike and abby are looking at the damage, and mike looks at you, “oh yeah, vanessa called me earlier and some kids or something broke in earlier this morning” he nods and then he notices you’re actually still wearing his sweatshirt (his heart!!!!)

when abby is all set up, asleep in the office, mike walks out the security office to find you picking up chairs and moving them. “im sorry, for bringing abby, max wasn’t picking up and i couldn't leave her-”  “mike dont stress it, it’s all good” and you smile at him and that kind smile always flutters his heart !! hes got big big crush

you guys spend the next few hours cleaning up as much as you can and the conversation just flows between you (you do most of the talking but he likes listening to you talk) and you make him chuckle a few times and aHHH 

when the two of you are cleaning the kitchen area, your palm grazes a piece of glass, and you let out a little ow looking at your hand, nothing dangerous just a little pool of blood, mike stands up INSTANTLY from picking up something from the ground, “what happened? You okay?” “yeah, just nicked by hand on glass i think” and he strides over to you instantly, holding your hand looking at you palm. he’s very gentle holding your fingers, shining a flashlight. you’re desperately praying the heat in your face isn’t smeared all over your cheeks in heavy blush thank god for dim lighting.

medic mike to the rescue (even though you've assured you’re fine) and you guys are sat at the kitchen counters, on cheap plastic chairs, a first aid box on the table next to you. he’s got your hand in his, and a pair of tweezers. he manages to get the glass out, you hiss a little in pain and he’s focused on getting the glass out so he mumbles (not carelessly hes just focused) “sorry”, “its okay!”, “all done”. 

“where’d you learn to be such a good medic?” “abby” you laugh at his response as you look at your hand, and mike’s just looking at you, staring. something about your smile and the fact you’re in his sweatshirt, it’s doing things to him. (not horny things you pervs) too early for love but something nearly as strong is there. 

“you’re a very good person mike. I hope you know that” your voice is gentle as you look up from your hand, and make eye contact with him, the warmest smile on your lips. no ones praised him like this in such a long time. being constantly told he’s a failure or feeling like the whole world is against him, hearing something so genuine from such a genuine person, he’s unsure how to answer. “there’s a lot of people who would disagree” and begins to tidy up the med stuff, looking away from him but you stop him and reach out, grabbing his hand, he slowly looks at you. “no, mike, i really mean it. you’re a wonderful big brother, and you helped me this morning, you even gave me your clothes, you made sure i was safe mike, y’know. no one’s been this nice to me in a long time”

man doesn't know how to or when to kiss he hasn’t been kissed like since his first kiss when he was probably around 16? you’re gonna have to instigate. he’s silent, looking at you, processing your words. your chairs are already close together, knees touching. you slowly bring your hand up to his cheek, and lean forward and your lips meet softly. !!!!!!!!

its quick and you pull away, he’s flustered!! you look into each other's eyes before he kisses you back, a bit hungrier, more movement and he’s got his hand on the wrist that’s holding his cheek. 

the deepen kiss lasts for a good 30 seconds, before he pulls away and you two are just staring at each other, and there's a small smile on your face and he’s speechless (in a good way!!!!!!!) “i-i should probably go check on abby” “yeah, of course” your voice is soft as is your smile, and he goes off to check on abby. you give him the benefit of the doubt, probably the most romance he’s been involved in for at least 8, maybe 10 years? he’s awkward at it, and you’re not upset he goes to check up on abby, there’s a smile on your lips. although the second he’s out of your view, your eyes widen “oh my god” whispering, realising you just kissed mike !!!

[strawbrryvyy]

A+ in secrets ,F in feelings

Pairing- lee Donghyuck x fem!reader

Genre-   Angst,smut,fluff(if not in this part then soon)

Synopsis- in which you, a failing student find out a secret about the smartest kid in your university,who happens to be your true love , and blackmail him into tutoring you so that you pass

Wc-1.2k

part 1

A/n:Hiii my loveliess thankyou so much fir the wait for part two,now this might take a while for them to actually yknow stary romancing but pleaseee still enjoy!!🩷

At the library

As the clock ticked and ticked you waited and waited.Was he ever going to show up?He better if he didn't want the whole world to know that Lee donghyuck was world class actor Lee dohyun’s son.Around the thirtieth minute finally the large wooden doors if the library opened and in came Donghyuck.

“You’re late”

“You waited” he smirked as you rolled your eyes.You couldn’t believe the boy you had pined over mentally was such a cocky jerk.

“C’mon lets start!”he chuckled as he opened my worn out textbook, scribbles and doodles such as “this is so STUPID” and “BORING!!” all over.

“Yknow maybe if you didnt just scribble in class youd probably pass”

“Yeah no shit sherlock” you giggled amused as he started explaining the different areas if confusion.Once.Twice.Thrice Each time he explained ,the words that flowed out if his mouth seemed to finally sing to you in a tune that you could remember.Maybe it was the pretty face of the man who spoke them,in your opinion it was your brain though.

Soon enough your brain had reached its limit, the textbook being stuffed in your brain.

“Right…that should be enough, see you never again”

W-wait whats do you mean never?I still have your top big secrety secret yknow!?”

“Did you really just use the word “secrety”,but i did what you said i tutored you”

“I meant until Exams!”

“UGHH! Fine!”

The next day

“So how’d it go?”asked yizuho as she applied, took off and reapplied her lipgloss.Her repeated actions making you sigh.

“First of all you look gorgeous-”a giggle left her before i continued”and second it was…fine i guess ,I finally learned something”

She gasps in turn.

“After a whole year and not understanding, finally?!”she chuckles causing you to playfully hit her arm.”cmon minjeongie already at the place”You huff as your phone dings with a notification of her text.As you guys entered the car , a sudden rush of euphoria entered your system as you awaited to see what the night would hold.would you finally get railed after months of just pushing your fingers in your core to appease your hunger for pleasure?Or would one if you friends end up embarrassing themselves and leave you with enough blackmail to get free coffee from minjeong and and insightful spy in the form of yizuho.As the two of you entered the high end bar where you’d be unwinding or the night,it wasnt difficult to see where Minjeong was,considering the fact she was living her bestlife and using her mariah carey esque vocals to sing along to the entertainment.As she saw you, a squeal errupted from her as as she beckoned you to join.Yizuhuo happily obliged whereas you signalled you would get a drink,causing Minjeong to pout before nodding.

As you sat down on a bar stool ordering a drink with an obnoxiously long name and price,you couldn't help but stare at the men around,y'know look for your options(okay Diva!!) when suddenly your eyes stopped, hovering over a man who looked like the exact boy you had been with yesterday.Tch , ofcourse he was here.Lee donghyuck,your sometimes crush sometimes the boy you hate, was almost everywhere,atleast in your opinion.

Quickly, you ducked your head as you saw him turn him around, hoping you guys wouldnt meet eyes like those moments in cliche novels.However,as you turned you regretted saying that as your eyes did meet from across the room, and it did feel as if everyone else had disappeared and left you two to explore the wonderous world together.

The seconds stretched between you and Donghyuck like a tangled thread, both of you frozen in that strange moment where everything else faded away. His gaze was intense, almost as if he were studying you, while you could barely breathe under the weight of it. Why did it feel like the world was suddenly too small?

You forced yourself to look away, feigning a nonchalant sip from your drink as your heart raced in your chest. But it was hard to ignore the pull—there was something magnetic about him, something you couldn’t resist, even if he was the cocky jerk you could never seem to stay mad at.

“. “You guys look like you’re about to have one of those ‘will they, won’t they’ moments.”startled Yizhuo as you gasped at her voice,realising she must have made her way to you.

“Shut up,” you muttered, feeling your cheeks flush.But Yizuho only smirked, clearly enjoying your discomfort. “Oh, I can tell. He’s not gonna let you get away that easily.” She nudged your arm, and you had to resist the urge to throw your drink in her face. Instead, you gave her a pointed look.

Meanwhile, Donghyuck had moved from his table and was slowly making his way toward the bar, looking impossibly casual in that way only he could. Each step felt like it was pulling him closer to you, the space between you shrinking until he was standing just a few feet away.

“Mind if I join you?” His voice was low, playful, and impossible to ignore.You rolled your eyes, trying to hide the way your pulse quickened. “And why…would you do that”

“For fun, also because you looked really bored even with ms gosip over here,” he replied, his smirk widening as he leaned against the bar, his presence taking up more space than you wanted to admit.You bit your lip, feeling both irritated and strangely exhilarated.

“What do you want, Donghyuck?”He tilted his head, eyes twinkling with amusement. “

Maybe just a little company. You’re not gonna act like I don’t exist now, are you?”

Your breath caught in your throat as you tried to come up with something clever to say, but all that came out was a soft

, “I wasn’t avoiding you.”

“Sure you weren’t,” he teased, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Anyway, how’s the studying going? Did I manage to leave a lasting impression?”Your gaze snapped to him, and you could see the humor dancing in his eyes, the challenge lurking beneath the playful tone. You wanted to be annoyed, to shut him down, but instead, you found yourself wanting to prove him wrong.

“Well,” you began slowly, setting your drink down and meeting his gaze head-on. “You might not be the worst tutor I’ve had.”

Donghyuck grinned, clearly satisfied. “Guess I’ll take that as a compliment.”

As he leaned in just a bit closer, you couldn’t help but notice how the air between you seemed to charge, your heart beating just a little faster. You weren’t sure if this was the start of something more or just another one of those moments where he’d play with your mind until you hated him again. But in that moment, as his breath brushed against your ear, you didn’t care.

“Minjeong’s looking for you,” Yizuho chimed in, giving you a meaningful look. She was practically vibrating with excitement at the drama unfolding before her.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, casting one last glance at Donghyuck before reluctantly stepping away. The night was still young, and though you didn’t know where it would lead, you had a feeling Donghyuck would be sticking around far longer than you expected.

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[butchdiaz]

hiiiii your edits are so incredible!!! i've been thinking about trying my hand at video editing do you have any tips?? also how does one source clips lol

hope you're having a good day :)

hi!!!! thank u so much! for sourcing clips, i did it the hard way by downloading full episodes and screen recording the clips i wanted w quicktime which is a lengthy process that takes up a lot of space on ur laptop LOL but i really wanted HD footage and didnt know any other way when i started and now i just have my own little library of clips.

here is a lifesaving site to download eps if u dont wanna/cant torrent. i forget who made it but if someone knows lmk so i can credit!

after i had done all that i discovered that there were these magical things called scene packs that are more popular over on twitter. where u can easily download every buddie scene in s2-4 for example that took me hours to record myself 🤦🏽‍♂️ i dont really have any specific sources for u bc im not on twitter. sorry ik thats not very helpful LMAO but if u ask around/search for them i know they are out there!

and uhhh as far as tips go here are some things i personally think about while editing! everyone has different styles and methods though:) this got long accidentally so its going under the cut oops

- i like to try and tell a story w my edits so im almost always thinking about that first and foremost. like how can i tie the beginning to the end and have a satisfying climax etc. i try to work with the song and highlight the emotional/tonal shifts in the music with my editing

- on that note, i am very influenced by the music while im editing cause i want my edits to LOOK like how it FEELS when im listening to the song. i think my best example of this is im afraid i love you. the drop in the chorus feels like a punch to the gut everytime and i really wanted to visuals to reflect that so it would be the most powerful. hence: soft lovey dovey looks galore and then BAM! SHOOTING. these comments fills my heart with glee cause it makes me feel like i did a good job capturing the feeling the song gives me.

i also really love the way the beat comes in in the second verse of that song and i made sure to sync up the shots to the beat at that moment instead of the words in order to highlight the musical shift. (i always think about how @ilostyou loves that verse and calls it bouncy, it makes me feel like i achieved my goal!!!!)

- the little details and nitpicky stuff goes a long way! like painstakingly making sure clips hit right on time with the beat/the words if thats ur intention. it may seem like a chore at the time but it definitely pays off for me at least

- i also think a LOT about composition, and how to make edits flow smoothly so that the viewer can follow the story easily. if i have a bunch of faster clips in a row im going to try to make sure the focus stays in the same place so the viewers eyes dont have to jump around to find what they are looking for. its easier to explain w an example so in happy to be here, for these three shots on the word "en-gi-neer" i wanted the order to go frank -> dr salazar -> buck.

because then it goes back to frank for "listening" so i wanted space between when it shows him AND i wanted it to end on buck cause he's the most important. but the original shot of dr. salazar was flipped so at first it looked like this:

and i didn't like how ur eyes had to go back and forth so fast, so i flipped the middle clip. it was much easier to process all three clips in quick succession if the subject didn't move. hope that makes sense!

[magnoliamyrrh]

and idk id wanna hear yalls opinions on this too but

im very confused by a trend that i have noticed which is whenever someone who is balkan/ee/slav/etc expresses that maybe they dont think someone who is not this should be practicing our "pagan" traditional practices, everyone freaks out and calls them racist or some shit or says they dont have no right to gatekeep (more confusing when this is abt white americans,,, racist?). and i dont personally believe this again i think it matters How foreigners engage but...

uhhh. w hy.... exactly

and ive uh collected several arguments that ive seen which all dont make sense

1. no, these practices arent, again, some sort of paneuropean thing or paneurasian thing even though obviously cultural exhange exists and all human cultures are connected. but they Very much exist in the historical and cultural contexts of these regions and no, its very much not the same thing from britain to bulgaria

2. spiritual practices and cultural practices are closed often because of opression, colonialism, trauma. well welcome to the balkans we got plenty of that here in fact theres been plenty of attempts to get rid of many traditional practices from opression from the west, east, and among each other. and our practices and traditions are a soup of plenty of things bc of this. and many practices are actually a testament to the horror and survival of those who came before us and are intertwined in that history because someone had to keep them alive in the face of all that horror if not develop them bc of that horror

3. cant complain bc europeans colonized the world. actually the balkans didnt colonize the world we were too busy being colonized, imperialized, and fighting among ourselves. null point

4. practices are often closed because they involve ancestor work. well. these practices DO involve ancestor work. things like how to take care of someone once they have died, leaving food out on the table for them, setting tables in certain ways for the dead, what is cooked for the dead, bringing food or offerings to graveyards or for the dead, even some forms of divination (such as trance states in graveyards) are all very much connected to ancestry. on top of the fact that in many places in the balkans it was/is traditionally believed that spiritual abilities can be on certain family and blood lines and get passed down this way. and nevermind even that, in some parts of romania it was believed that descantece (unbinding, spells, spoken ones) should never be written down and should only be memorized by hearing them and if u cant do that u aint got it - so,,, even more implications for foreigners with no cultural connection and who dont speak the language. these things have been learned soley from ancestors and community for generations - then existing in books and online is a very new thing. i have a connection to these things Because this is my ancestry

and, on top of that, these practices are deeply tied to the nature of the place where they originate. per example im in america and it is hard because the same trees, same herbs, same seasons and flow of life and nature, arent here. im romanian and I still find it hard because of this so???

On Top of the fact that the traditions and spiritual practices of any group of people are very intertwined in the social tensions, lifestyles, and everything else of those people

as far as im concerned calling it racism when discussing white americans practicing is funny. a viet person has the right to tell a chinese person that x viet spiritual practice doesnt belong to them. we have the right to tell white americans these are our traditions

and as far as ppl who are considered other "races" go, if i Wanted to i could make all of these same arguments. they have no even tangental cultural or historic connection, they have no recent ancestral connection, unless they put a shit tone of research in they have no or very little understanding of the historical and cultural complexities of these traditions and deities and spirits and where they come from or what they mean, and weve been called barbarians or savages by westerners and others for our practices and our ancestors had to fight for them so??

i assume the "its racist" comes from some sort of percieved idea that this has something to do with supremacy when it doesnt, it has nothing to do with race, it has something to do with connection. and i assume it also comes from the idea of europeans complaning about others engaging in their cultures when theyve colonized so much, which sorry is just not an applicable argument here bc We havent

what Does frustrate me is seeing foreigners give very little care and engaging with things. and misunderstanding them. and bastardizing them. if a foreigner wants to and they want to do all of the frankly massive amount of research that it takes to understand these things, and they want to do them respectfully, this is ok. i have also taught foreigners a thing or to. i believe in sharing cultures and beliefs, i believe in doing so with understanding however. (and also, when it comes speficially to ancestral sort of work, yes, it makes very little sense for someone who isnt of us to use our practices to engage w that)

[hauntedberries]

my 30th attack gets a whole post to itself because its SPESHIL and i spent a WHOLE DAY ON IT!!!!!! attack for GravellyMistaken / @graveys-art-blog featuring their twp guys YAYYYYY

extra analysis bits under the cut (shamelessly copy pasted from my twt). mwah!

the first sketch is so funny to me i put all my energy into sam and then went eh fuck dat for the other two AHAHAHAHA im sorry i swear i have better sketches of vitor and uri im too lazy to pull them out

initially i wanted the soldier poet king themeing hence the arrangement (sam soldier, vitor poet, uri king), n u can see here that uri was supposed to have a blood splatter crown for the 'king' part but it wasnt coming out right.. i really had 0 idea what to do w her background until i Had to do it. it was just all trial n error and i was working until 4am so brother were there Errors. but i think it came out nice in the end! and while drawing i realized uri's themed after the king of diamonds/hearts so it looped back into the king themeing luckily AHAAHHAA

speaking of uri's bg tho, one random detail i like that somehow made it better for me was this streak at the back which could be interpreted as a river of blood OR smoke from a gun. cool fun stuff

i also wanted to do a thing w the composition where its like.. this is so scuffed but this. just so their poses didnt look completely random? sam n uri have one arm folded and the other doing whatever, while both of vitor's arms are folded. so it kinda has some sense of cohesion

and the border! i am a big fan. i took a lot of inspo from the tarot card series ive yet to continue. here's a wip image of it from april though. u can see the similarities of it w the one here!

THE top is the symbol i use for twp, which is a butterfly with eyes and the morse code for SOS. its encased in whats supposed to be the portal w 7 tentacles coming out of it to represent eri's 7 fragments!

as for the side border, its supposed to be quiro, lanluy, burmelio, then kh'elle, which is the order of the kingdoms the spinoff party visits in their adventure!!!! u can also see the morse code repeated :3

lastly their body language! sam is closed off, quite literally shielding their heart w their sword. they both look ready to strike but defend too.

vitor is juggling but i also wanted it to look like he's shrugging! to represent his kinda go with the flow attitude, but also how his arc has themes of being left in the dark bc my ouppy is a . fucking. dumbass

u can also see above that at first uri's pose had her holding the book closer to her but it made for a bad silhouette.. and it felt more ic to me to have her have a more open pose? bc she's eager to learn and spunky and confident!

e knee way those are just my extra thoughts on this piece. i had a lot of fun making it and i hope u have just as much fun Looking at it HAHHAHAHA im really proud of this one >_<

[runwithwolvcs]

You Know I'm No Good - Forty Seven

Snow On The Beach

T/W: Drug/being drugged

The beach in the winter is Tallulah's solace. All the crowds that you fight during the summer, the expensive parking and lack of spaces, the burden of trying to have that perfect beach body… they just aren't issues during the winter. Tallulah had been the only person at the beach, allowing her to paint the landscape with only the waves crashing to shore as a white noise. 

She had spent a better part of her day there, taking in the serene environment that she could not replace in New York. Although it was peaceful and she was able to get a few paintings started, the tall figure walking towards her on the path up to the parking lot caused an unmistakable feeling of longing to fill her chest as it constricted. Paul.

Tallulah wasn't surprised he had sniffed out her location, she knew it was going to happen eventually.

He looked bigger than she remembered, more built as if he spent every waking moment in the gym. Though tallulah knew he didn't need to step foot in a gym to have the muscles he did. How does a wolf build more muscle?

“Lu,” Paul spoke lowly. It sent a shiver down her spine to hear his voice. It had been six weeks since she had heard his voice last. Six weeks since she had broken up with him over the phone. Tallulah had tried to see his side of the situation that had caused the breakdown of their relationship, but Paul had made it incredibly hard for her. Not to mention what Lenna had told her.

Talullah was done with him, as she said she would be if he ever betrayed her trust. The only stopping her from making his life a living hell was the imprint bond. It would affect her too.

“What do you want?” She asked, venom lacing each word. Tallulah adjusted the tote bag on her shoulder as she looked him over. He looked the exact same. Black hoodie, beige cargo shorts and his muddy running shoes. The only thing that was different was his hair. He had a Seattle Mariners cap on,  but even though she could see messy waves flowing out from him. Like he hadn’t cut it since she left, which was uncommon for him. Paul had told her he likes to keep it neat, and easy to manage. This was not neat, nor managed.

Paul huffed out a sigh before jamming his hands into the pocket of his hoodie, “You’re not going to make this easy on me, are you?”

“Nope,” She agreed with him, smiling sweetly as she mentioned, “I’m going to make your life a living hell.”

His lips quirked upwards before falling back into his stern look, “If this is some kind of big city, college, rebellion phase that I’m not aware of--”

“Fuck you,” Tallulah scoffed. Was he really going to blame her behaviour towards him on her going away for school?

“What?” He asked, removing his cap to run his hand through his hair. She knew that was something he only did when he was stressed.  Paul adjusted his cap as he continued, which she would have preferred had he just stopped talking, “You moved to New York and suddenly I’m the worst person you’ve ever met. I don't think that's a coincidence.” 

Tallulah wanted to laugh in his face. If New York had taught her anything, it was that she didnt need him as much as he wanted her to. She was independent there, she got herself into trouble, and got herself out of it. She also happened to meet Nell, her roommate who was also from Washington. Nell’s boyfriend went to Boston College so she knew exactly what she was going through in terms of navigating a long distant relationship. Nell was not a big fan of Paul, given his lack of initiative while Tallulah had been away.

The younger girl took a step towards Paul, closing the gap between them. She was so close she could feel the abnormally hot temperature of his skin radiating off him. Tallulah reached out and placed both of her palms on his biceps, squeezing reassuringly. She peered up at him as his breath hitched in his throat at her touch,“You're not the worst person I’ve ever met,” Tallulah licked her lips as she slid her hands down his arms, and when he didn’t pull his hands from his pockets, she let go. Taking a step back, she put her hands on hips, “Top three for sure, but not the worst.”

“Really?” He asked sarcastically, tilting his head to the side like a puppy who was confused. Though she could tell his confusion was real. “How’d I earn a spot in the top three?”

“Oh my god, you don’t know, I know.” Her eyes widened in disbelief. Had nobody told him? She was sure Lenna would have told Josie and those too would have wreaked havoc on him. Tallulah knew a few bonfires had happened while she was gone and the forced proximity would have been a wet dream for Lennas knack of confronting people who had done her wrong. Lenna considered his betrayal a personal attack on their family.

Paul huffed in annoyance, “Know what?”

“I have to go,” She adjusted her bag to pull out her car keys before stepping around him, “Lenna and I have a dinner reservation.”

“Lu,” Paul grabbed her upper arm gently, the heat of his palm on her bare skin nearly made her cave. She had been so cold without him in New York, like she had left all her body heat with him. Since returning to Forks, and subsequently La Push, she had felt a little better but nothing like she had when she was constantly with him. “Come on. What do I have to do to make you forgive me? Hm?”

“Nothing,” She spat out, wrenching his hand from her arm, “Will ever make me forgive you,” She turned to leave before whipping around again, pointing her finger into her solid chest,  “And if it weren’t for this stupid imprint bond, I’d really ruin your life.”

“Just tell me what I did,” Paul begged. Tallulah could see the desperation in his eyes. She wouldn’t fall for it though. He wanted her to tell him what she was mad about, so that he knew exactly how to grovel. He should be apologising for multiple things in her opinion.

“You’re such a jerk,” She said with the roll of her eyes.

“I love you, Tallulah.” Paul grabbed her hand this time, tugging her hard so that her body was touching his. He knew exactly how to keep her attention and overwhelm her senses. Her heart fluttered at their proximity, and she wanted nothing more than to wrap her arms around him and never let go. But she refused to forgive him until she got an apology, and a whole lot of ass kissing from  him.  “You know that everything I do is to keep you safe and happy.”

“Only when I’m in La Push or Forks,” She snorted, sarcastically asking,  “New York is too much work for you, huh?”

“Is this about Lina?” Paul furrowed his brow as he looked down at her. He brought one of his hands to the back of her neck beneath her braid, forcing her to look at him, “What did you want me to do?”   

This was not about her best friend Lina, but if that's what he wanted to start with then sure, she was ready to fight about that. She had been wanting to since the day it happened but he had gone radio silent. “If anything had happened to Jared I would have flown home that same damn day!” Tallulah said angrily,  “You couldn't even spare two minutes on the phone when Lina was…”

Paul shook his head, “She was okay,” 

“It was my drink, Paul.” Tallulah's voice trembled at the memory. They had gone out to celebrate Lina booking a role in the Christmas Ballet, The NutCracker production that she had wanted since she was a little girl, but their night was cut short. Tallulah had ordered a regular cranberry juice, keeping her promise to Paul to not use a fake ID. Lina had ordered a rum and pineapple juice to try but hated the taste so she washed it down with Tallulah's drink. They ended up spending the night in the ER after Lina started to get the spins. Someone had drugged Tallulah's drink. “It would have been me, it should have been me…”

“I would have been there if it was---” Paul started but she didn't want to hear it.

“That's not good enough,” She pushed away from him, pushing against his chest to make sure he didn’t take a step forward. “You were unreachable that entire fucking week.” 

Paul's eyes flashed with something she couldn't point. It wasn't anger. Frustration, maybe. A small growl left his throat as he reached for her again, only for her to step back, “Hey,”

“But you had time for Rachel, didnt you?” Tallulah spat out, she was teetering on the edge of losing her cool,   “I was having nightmares and worrying who slipped a date rape drug into my drink all week, and you were cozying up to your ex girlfriend.” She wanted to shout at him, to scream so that everyone in La Push could hear what she was saying and know that whatever they thought about Paul Lahote, was in fact true. He was a cheater, and a liar. “That's not the guy I fell in love with.” She couldn’t stop the sadness in her voice if she had tried. Tallulah straightened her posture and turned on her heel to head for the car park,  “ I don’t forgive you. I don't know if I ever will.”

[chelzone]

just played thru Goodbye Volcano High finally, to completion

here's me thoughts, under a spoiler block just like i did for after i beat Snoot Game

story flows nicely from start to finish, though i feel like a tiiiiny bit could have been trimmed cus it did feel a bit too long for playing through

affinity system is cool, feel like i hadn't seen people dig into that one as much as they should've. i was unable to get the Rosa gender reveal sequence cus i didnt max out her stuffs BUT they still throw in moments prior that telegraph it very much so so that's still something!

gorgeous backgrounds, absolutely zero complaints about any of them. while the characters animations can be a tad bit stiff at times, i feel like i can still most of the time realistically imagine them within the scenes properly

i understand you had to have 3 L&L segments for it to make sense as a DnD sessions sort of thing but,, i didnt like the segments in general. i feel like you could have still explored Reed's character without dedicating far too much time to these

music for the rhythm game segments is definitely NOT my personal taste, so i cant rlly say much about the content that wouldn't be heavily biased. i feel like also the controls were a bit too complicated, especially on keyboard. perhaps it couldve been easier to play on a controller but like,, visually there's still way way way too much to keep track of so it gets overwhelming at times. also very very hard to focus on the scenes going on while trying to play the rhythm segments, and i feel like that hurts the final one with the montage

Naomi and Fang is a match made in Heaven, what else is to say? jumps the gun a wee bit but idk i kind of like that shit and i do that for me own characters at time. wishing those two the best in dino heaven

was not expecting Fang to be so selfish throughout the entire game, it's genuinely a bit jarring at times. the way it's patched up in the end feels a bit too rushed, but then again i said the game felt a bit too long so no idea what the solution would be

Swamp Babies i wish u got more screentime, but i digress. Curtis having no voice let alone dialogue was a bummer

i hope they keep patching it cus i did get softlocked multiple times and there were many times where backgrounds failed to load in for a bit during many scenes ;w;

fave characters from this iteration gotta be Stella, Sage and Reed. funnily enough, two of their iterations in Snoot Game are also a delight! sad to see Sage didnt make the latter cut aside from positive text messagez

the logo and poster design stuff paired with the picture day sequence were pretty cool!

not a fan of the twitter stuff in-game just cus i loathe the real life equivalent, sorry ;w;

all in all now that i've done a full single run for both games (i am not replaying either, this is too much of a time commitment for a narrative-heavy experience), i think i can say i give Snoot Game a 9/10 rating and Goodbye Volcano High a 6/10

pleasantly happy with both, despite any complaints or criticisms! looking forward to drawing more fanart of both series too, as well as having a blast hanging out in discords with folks from either communities. met some good people in a cruel world

[hacknet]

why didnt gw do crazy well. is it because of the combat? the combat is literally cool and fun even if its a bit weird. thats the pojnt. was it th amount of (OPTIONAL!!!) collectables? what was "wrong" with it? its literally more fun than any dumbfuck ubisoft game ive ever touched

i do wish it had a liiiiittle more horror in it though. i like the parts where kk gets ripped out and you lose all forms of defense except the bow i think thats fucking awesome. the first time it happens its SO COOL because it forces you to realize how much you relied on spectral vision for stealth and how defenseless you are if you get caught

the attacks that can do it in regular combat are very different tho theyre more like making you manage enemy positioning, which is still good dont get me wrong but its nowhere near the same type of thing. ime im generally not worried about dying because of it its more like "man get back over here cmoooooon" since kk doesnt go that far away its usually not that big of a deal to grab him again

likw this is a personal thing but i think i would also like it they made him go further. like if it would force you to disengage or at least back off and sneak around/kill the enemies to get him back. real consequences for your failure to dodge or block the severance attack. BUT that doesnt really flow w the rest of their fight structuring and apparent combat philosophy..... maybe it would work for a more linear game that was more interested in toying with the players sense of control i think, but you would need to be careful so it doesnt get repetitive or predictable or less scary. but again this is not the games shortcomings or anything its just me thinking "That was cool as hell. do it again."

[cantalooprat]

Traces of the Sun (manhwa)

it also has a novel on cg but its not completed yet which is a pity bc the novel has the r19 parts

came here to scream bc this is what the tumblr is for... traces of the sun is really truly peak iceberg black-bellied top with an agenda and "i'd do whatever to get what i want" bottom who wants to die like All their seemingly sweet and romantic moments Always have sa hyeon's serial killer smile peppered and every time i see it im like wtf im reading solo leveling yaoi (lol) not psychological thriller??? and i lowkey have doubts about sa hyeon as ml ngl.

sa hyeon seems crazy and a control freak but somehow i can accept him than just ur average yandere, mb its bc he actually has a goal and isnt just obsessed w jeong yiseon? most other yandere ml seems to fall in the camp of "i dont care abt anything else other than you" but sa hyeon has a plan and it's jeong yiseon's unexpected impact on his life that derails it and that's exactly what makes it so good. beneath all the manipulation and control freak tendencies he really does care abt jeong yiseon, and when jeong yiseon jumped and thought that sa hyeon would be able to move on quickly and forget him i was like nah no more of that sa hyeon has fallen far too deep to just forget. the moment sa hyeon chose jeong yiseon's life over his carefully crafted plan, he's already long gone. despair rly looks good on sa hyeon lmao he always has this calm smile as if he has everything is under his control and even he thinks that jeong yiseon has already been controlled when he admitted his feelings so it was so extremely satisfying when jeong yiseon jumped and sa hyeon Panicked and looked so sad and even jumped after him and then begged for his love... the catharsis... then also when he signed jeong yiseon to go to a therapist bc thats what most ppl do even though he doesn't really believe in it like man thats love right there he rly does want jeong yiseon to get better.

jeong yiseon is also really...driven. although not really in a good way. poor guy has nothing left in his life but trauma and is just looking for a way to end himself, and when he does fall in love it's with a person who just sees him as a means to an end, someone he thought wouldn't reciprocate his feelings anyway. it makes sense that he doesnt go through "character development" bc u dont overcome trauma that easily right, healing is a long process. but ironically his goal is also what makes him a good match for sa hyeon bc he's basically immune to sa hyeon's manipulation, he has a goal and he's using sa hyeon as much as he's also being used. it's perfectly exemplified when jeong yiseon reverse uno'd sa hyeon by revealing that he was also using his feelings to get sa hyeon to use his power on him like bet u didnt expect to get used too, huh?

idk where im going w this i just think traces of the sun is so peak n need a place to dump my thoughts

241223 edit i wanna yap abt tts some more

this shot up to become my fav bl manhwa in one weekend, which in hindsight isnt v surprising considering my fav subgenre in danmei is unlimited flow and dungeon/hunter setting is basically the kr equivalent of it and tts does hit some of the v specific tropes that im v v v weak for

the more i think abt it the more i love how their love story is basically set up to fail from the very beginning. yiseon wants nothing else other than to undo the restoration he did on his friends and then join them in the afterlife, while hyeon is a man with an agenda to overthrow his half-brother and become the rightful guild leader and both of them are willing to do anything to achieve their goals. in the beginning, what they have is purely a contractual relationship, and whatever sweet or nice things hyeon does for yiseon, he claims it's to improve yiseon's conditions and things like that, and yiseon himself just goes along with it albeit rather reluctantly. they fall in love, but hyeon is emotionally constipated (or at least the way he grows up forces him to be like that) and yiseon thinks it's something unrequited anyway. it makes me wonder if that's part of the reason why yiseon fell in love, or allowed himself to, because if he were to fall for someone who would reciprocate his feelings, then he'd have something to live for, and he can't have that now, can he, when he plans to join his friends after he fulfills his contract with hyeon. he's even carefully planned it out by asking hyeon to use his nullification powers in exchange for restoring hyeon's father's heartbeat.

and that's really one of the best parts of their love story---that yiseon does fall in love but doesn't expect hyeon to reciprocate, and that he's willing to weaponize it to get what he wants. a red flag ml needs a strong counter and so many times it seems so imbalanced because it's either the ml is yandere towards the mc and the mc indulges him or the ml knows how to hide his yandere tendencies and the mc is oblivious. but yiseon is perfectly aware from the very beginning and even enjoys the warmth he gets from hyeon---but that's it, he doesn't want anything more, doesn't expect anything more other than the fulfillment of their contract, therefore making him someone hyeon can't control and what makes their dynamic feel balanced. i love it. sa hyeon played himself by agreeing to the contract and then falling for jeong yiseon without realizing it and then getting traumatized because of the contract they agreed on, it's so peak. he set himself up for failure. it's like having a scum top except he's not really scum. it's doubly delicious because there's groveling but it's not like he really wronged yiseon, hyeon did exactly what yiseon wanted, but it was the outcome that he didn't want. like the whole situation could have been avoided if hyeon had realized his feelings a little earlier and pursued yiseon a little more sincerely or even responded to yiseon's "confession" but nooo he's emotionally constipated and thinks that it's safe now that yiseon is "on the palm of his hands" but yiseon one-upped him. like am i evil for saying that i love it when hyeon got traumatized because despair really does look good on him... it's the gap moe. he was smirking and smiling so calmly in the beginning that seeing him fall apart is so cathartic.

[castlebyersafterdark]

I'm hit with the reality that this is IT it's going to END so maybe I do want to drag it out to savor? But I'm still gonna be impatient and ravenous. I don't think I'm a pauser though, because to me that definitely takes me out of it. I have to be watching "in real time" which I think if a written story resonates with me, pausing takes me out of it as well?? Maybe?

if i may continue this conversation... this feels just like a great lunchbreak convo i would have with bookseller friends :))

THE PAUSE THING. i get you actually. but for me the pause is almost like stopping time, for both myself and the show? instead of coming out of the show and back to reality, i pause the show but remain in this daydream limbo space where i'm between dreaming and waking. sort of like a dropped brainwave - like when you're lost in thought or creative flow. i don't get up and move around, i just stay still and process. like, my brain is still IN the show but the show isn't moving forward, it's still *in* the previous scene, does that make sense? sort of like i'm in the UD haha! i space out. and i get a bit grumpy if there's distractions around that pull me out of this, its why it's tough to watch with others for shows i love where the vibe has gotta be just right. def watching s5 alone. discussing w friends later is a pleasure, but i can NOT have them chatting over it haha.

also, don't you miss bits if you don't pause? like, miss some things characters have said or what they could mean, because you're trying to take so much in at once? oddly enough, i found all the byler subtext in s4 to be the stuff that leapt out at me most - its usually the military jargon or anything too actiony that causes my attention to drop off. like when the FBI were coming after dr whatever his name is, i had to rewind cos i didnt know what was happening or why it seemed to matter lol. like who the fuck were these military dudes getting all up in our grill? fuck off lol.

so i had to rewind to make sure i understood the plot cos my brain was still doing this 👀 👀 👀😲😲😲😍😍😍 at the fact that MIKE HAD JUST FLIRTED WITH WILL lmao

as for the book, i feel like usually books feel like they have natural places of pause and rest, i mean, that's what the end of a chapter is for, but i can see what you mean about wanting to continue - the author of in memoriam said she wanted people to devour the book in one sitting! so i'm sure youre the ideal audience :) i was hooked throughout for sure, just couldnt physically do it in one - including for silly reasons like... arm ache? it was a heavy hardback book! i can't hold that shit open for like 9 hours lmao! and at some points i was genuinely crying too much to even see haha

love this chat vinny <3

I see, I see what you mean with the pause. And I get it. I guess in part that's the positive to home viewing and television, because in the movie theater you can't pause. But it's not like I go a ton, it's still kinda a mindset I have, liking things to just play out. I don't know! I don't know that I thought about it all too much until now. Definitely will "pause" or slow down reading but it's not a bookmark, set the book (or fic) down, walk away pause. Easier to stop with the written word and reflect a moment because I'm setting the pace and actively taking in the work, but film - it's motion, it's active. I'm not gonna stop it if i can't help it. But I do understand the mindset.

I'm definitely going to be watching Stranger Things with my fiance, because of course I am, but I could never do a watch party or anything, no way. Something I really have an interest in could never be that way, people talking over it. I'm more nervous about my emotions watching 5 since I'm soooo invested, he's never seen me that ridiculous over media like this. Watching season 4 was exciting but I didn't have years of fandom investment going into it. At least he's well aware I'm pretty dramatic in much of life, so it's fine.

I do think it'll be a let the episode play through thing and then go back and rewatch for what I missed on first view. If they release all at once I'm for sure gonna miss so much but I will admittedly just play it through with a pause between episodes to either think or discuss stuff but not during, just knowing how I operate. I'll skim and rewind and pause so much more on the repeat viewing as soon as I've observed as much story as they've given. If we get weekly releases? Well there's the biggest pause of all! If that's the format I'll most definitely watch these episodes all twice in a row with the time to dissect every little thing. And I guess that's why most are wishing for weekly rather than binge and I can't decide how I truly want to experience this season.

I did miss soooo much in season 4 the first go through. I think the Nina stuff confused me the most because it kept repeating things and I just didn't get stuff. Can't fully remember now. And stuff I missed because my mind was jumping ahead as I watched to predict oooh what's going on, is this gonna happen, as I'm actively watching. Slow down! Nope, brain barrels forward. And even with that I can't stop or pause to reflect. The motion pictures move along without me.

Ramble, ramble. Loving it too, always kinda fun to hmm - there's the conversational buzz words - pause and reflect, when it comes to media habits. I don't know that I really dove into the what and why until stepping back here. Always love to get into this kind of stuff though, glad to ramble with you about it 😁😊🥰

[cracka1604]

riding rough - C

jello, cracka here today was my last day of therapy, thank god. i didnt like it at all, i must specify, this was group therapy, so it wasnt all the best. sure, i met some good people i wish i could still talk to but other than that im glad to get 3 hours of my free time back almost every day of the week. it didnt help much but, hey, i had an outlet to talk to people on mondays at least.

i've been trying to do more cooking, get off my ass more. i encourage it, sure, it takes time but once you get into the flow of it and stop worrying "wait did i cook this all the way?" n shit like that its pretty fun. anyways, i made steak w/ steamed veggies & macaroni ... super basic i know but i enjoyed it.

i like parks. they are nice, a lot of my childhood memories are from parks. i do kinda wish i was a child again, life is so hard, but i must prevail, life is like a roller coaster sometimes it goes up, sometimes it goes down. and when it does go down it goes right back up afterwards.

i hate it here

i hope you had a good day, sorry this is quite short, nothing really interesting has been happening lately i guess i might start telling stories, though im unsure. goodnight, good morning, good whatever. im cracka, signing out.

[yippieitsarvensart]

dont worry about the time of replies!!! we are in different timezones anyways

JDNNWBS THANK YOU ?!!?!! feel free to study me under a microscope im an interesting lil guy i think youll have a blast

oooooo yes yes i see ur vision.... the way i go with is that floyd isnt that fond of the contacts but his eyesight is so horrible that if he doesnt he bumps EVERYWHERE. jade had to put it in him the first time and hes slowwwlyyy getting used to it, but he immediately takes it off when hes in his room. floyd is very "when i put on my glasses and the walls have texture, ppl have faces & the plant have leaves" to me LOL. also side note i loooove caring azul that doesnt want to admit it so much <3

theyre girlie pops to me does this make sense. i have some hcs for their fashion too xhhshs these guys have RUINED me

would you believe me if i told you that i was already in lovw with riddle and then i did my hcs and boom. even more in love u

THIS REMINDS ME I DIDNT SAY THE RACE HCS I HAVE FOR THOSE THREE ?!?! ok so the tweels are black italians + vietnamese, while riddle is wasian (british + korean&chinese)!

OH AND I ALSO FORGOT TO SAY i hc that riddle needs glasses too :3c but she uses contacts! when hes overwhelmed he tends to isolate himself and he either tends to the hedgehos/flanmingos or tends to the garden/maze. and her meltdowns are much like her a anger fits, she just gets really really upset and wants to throw things around and behead people, hes very agressive! to calm him down you need to put him in a comfortable & familiar room, preferrably with tons of red (his favorite color), and talk to him normally about the things he likes + offer solutions to the problems until he calms down.

anyways silver > autism, narcolepsy. uses he/ him and is bissexual (no preference), but does Not get gender at all. i hc that fae's perception of gender is different than humans, and since he was raised by lilia he does not understand humans' genders. so he just goes w the flow haha. his hands are trembling slightly allll the time he cannot stop it. hes chinese + has albinism ! bc of that he gets burned pretty easily, has to eat a balanced diet and his eyesight sucks just a little, so he doesnt need any glasses or anything. yet. he has some small scars from his training, his hair is mullet-ish and very long, and he dyes it black + leaves some white strands to match w lilia. whenever he gets overwhelmed he lays flat on the grownd, belly down face on the ground, puts a blanket over himself and then just Stays There until it passes. his meltdowns are quiet he just stares off into the void and considers yanking off his ears lol. also he has some bite scars bc sebek used to bite him when he was changing his baby teeth, silver has a necklace w them!! he understands animals better than he understands ppl and he can recgonize every single species. thats his special interest btw, animals!! hes mostly a horse girlie tho <3

sebek > autism, ocd, auditory processing disorder. the reason he yells all the time is bc he cant listen very well + cant control his voice volume. he also uses he/him & is bissexual but, much like silver and bc he is a half fae, he does not get human gender. technically speaking he could be considered bigender too! i hc that in the future, he (and riddle + the tweels too) would take estrogen :3c and HE WEARS BRACES !!!! cmon crocodile teeth are kinda horrible and his dads a dentist. so. yeah. also he has some scales, but theyre so few and mostly on his arms + legs, so they are covered most of the time! hes very resistant to physical stuff, rarely feels pain and doesnt get tired easily. if he does use his magic, though, then he gets tired pretty easily, since his half human body cant keep up w the fae magic. his hair is a MESS he passes so much gel and it still sticks up a bit. hes so into the lighting motif hes COMMITED !!!! also horses just hate him for some reason. principally vorpal (riddles horse) lol. when hes overwhelmed he does push ups, runs, just trains in geneal. if its too loud he just yells SHUT THE FUCK UP and everyone is stunned so they do. he feel really bad after though djsbnds .... his special interest is malleus draconia (lol) and dragons :3c

OOOOO so cute and silly ...... ok ok i'll write something like tgat no worries :3c anything else youd like to see in the fic? i can shove smth more!!! im gonna cook. wait for me

all I could think about while readinf this was "estrogen could save them..." Like if I was bad at responding to asks that is ALL I would've said in response; but luckily I am autistic and could not bare to just leave it at that.

Jade having to help Floyd put in his contacts for the first time makes me also think that like, what if Jade has to do it every morning. Every single morning from the day they first came on land they've had to put them in for Floyd... Brotherly bonding time EHAHAHAHA But that's the only way F could get used to it, they can't do it on their own otherwise they'll mess it up or stab themself in the eye or whatever. "Having Jade do it is just easier" he says. Jade doesn't complain about it either because she'd rather have to do it for every day of their lives than have Floyd get seriously hurt because he can't see SHIT. Anyways...

Sil and Sebs having little to no connection with gender bc of being half fae/influenced by living with fae is so, so real. and true. If I'm correct, Silver is just human? And being raised by Lilia who is VERY gender in ALL sorts of ways, I think Sil may have had a few gender crisis' over the years because of it (I sure woulda), starting from a very young age. But like he's fine now he's chill with whatevevraarrrr (I LEAVE TO GO DO SOMETHING, COME BACK AND SUDDENLY NOTHING I JUST WROTE MAKES SENSE??? what is bro blabbering about. anyways.)

Overall I so so agree with all ur hcs they make so much SENSE !!!! I have nothing more to add to the rest of it you're just so correct that I can't think of anything more anything else to add to the fic errmm... uerhhmm... Well we could have maybe... *brain thinking sounds*

... I don't even remember what I said last time btu that's okay I think you should make them kiss 🔥🔥and also make up 🔥🔥 (I alr made that joke I think. I'm so unoriginal.) Uhmmm you could make riddle CRY 💧💧💧💧I don't kno w you could make them uhmm you coud uhhh *send post*

[aerlths]

fourth rank. tseng

request: would like to request a tseng imagine where he finds out his S/o is pregnant probably back to the accounts of what they did in the office/home in your last fic and Elena being jealous of S/o tries to upset her as much as possible but tseng making sure what belongs to him but he happy to have a child with his s/o. Also can we get supportive uncles rufus, rude & Reno please.

previous imagine referenced (you don’t need to read that one, they’re independent works)

[reminder that requests are open for headcanons, imagines or fake text messages, all characters and pairings.]

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You hid the pearl white object between your palms, staring straight ahead at the dark cherry wood of the cubicle’s door. Shinra’s bathroom wasn’t quite the place where you’d idealized such a moment, but as you’d moved in with Tseng a month back, it was the only viable option. Your knee began moving on its own accord, up and down in a rhythm that resembled your rapid heartbeat.

The passing of those unbearably slow couple of minutes was announced with a light beep – a new model designed for discreetness while reassuring it had done its job. You took a second longer, just one, and turned the test in your hand to see ‘8 weeks pregnant’ written in bold letters.

“Fuck,” it left your parted lips before the magnitude of this new reality had even begun settling in.

You instinctively reached for your stomach, fingertips circling in a soft caress, as if to reassure this new life that you knew they were there, that mom was here. Fuck, mom. You were going to be a mom. And Tseng would be a dad - the two of you would be building a family? The thought of your fiancé coddling a small bundle immediately brought you to tears, and you had to bury your face in your hands to muffle the sounds of joy that escaped your throat.

Leaving that small stall you’d been sitting on for most of your lunch break proved to be a much more difficult task than it had been coming in. Your reflection clearly denounced that something had happened, and you could only pray that no one was to come in while you blew your nose and fixed your makeup.

When you finally walked out, you were met with a long-haired man leaning against the wall by the bathroom. You practically jumped at the sight of him, like a cat caught nipping at the fish. By the preoccupied look he threw you, it didn’t slip by unnoticed.

“Are you alright, love?” He asked in a cautiously low tone, and you couldn’t help the way your heart dropped in his presence. The little object buried within your suit jacket surely explained the overwhelming adoration you’d been feeling for him lately – you could tell daddy would be the favorite.

You considered him, leaving his comfort zone to approach you at work, and offered him a smile. “I am, shouldn’t I be?”

“You were in there for a while,” he gestured towards the ladies’ room behind you, “I was worried something might have happened.”

God, it would take immense willpower not to immediately blurt everything at him. You made an attempt at striking up a pose. “I was doing my makeup! You know I like to look good when we do field work.”

Tseng scrunched his nose and eyed you, searching. You felt yourself heat under his gaze, never quite getting used to the intensity of those eyes. “I don’t believe you. We’ll talk later.”

He’d caught you but didn’t seem the slightest upset. Instead, you were blessed with a brief kiss to your temple, the sweetness of it melting at your core. He guided you through the small of your back along the corridor, only inching away from you when you arrived at the office’s entrance.

The thought that graced your mind when he left for his desk in the adjacent room made you flush from head to toe, and you had to quickly turn away from him to avoid any questions. Eight weeks, the test had said. Six weeks dated back to a particular night in this very office, or perhaps its follow-up only a mere hours later. Six weeks in which he subtly eased your presence into his work life, where he slowly released his stoic façade to meet you in a healthier in-between.

You hadn’t had much time to think of just how you would reveal the news to him, but you instantly knew that you wanted to make him feel. For a brief moment the idea of requesting his friend’s help to surprise him crossed your mind, but you scratched that – you want him to be the first one to tell, and, figures, walls have ears and Elena does too. The last thing you wanted was her finding out this early, and your raging hormones would most likely have you clawing at her face or blowing up that annoying little smirk.

Breathing deeply to avoid feeding the thought, you searched for your two companions for the day’s mission – Reno and Rude. Tseng was to stay behind signing off some paperwork, and you would be exceptionally supervised by none other than the vice-president himself, Rufus Shinra.

No one knew exactly why he was involving himself in this case. Despite its importance, it was an extremely rare occasion to have him take even a smidge of interest in your activities. Some had speculated that he was planning to raise the position of one more Turk, but you doubted it – most likely, he had a personal connection to the group of men you were investigating.

And so, as cheerful as you had never been in the years you’ve served the company, the four of you arrived at the scene. Reno was tapping his nightstick against his shoulder, as if doing so enlightened him in some way, and you could see Rufus side-eyeing him, not maliciously, but with curiosity. He was about to go further ahead when you halted him with a raise of your arm.

“Wait,” you warned, and touched the yellow materia tucked within your wristband. When you felt no response from the sense command, you lowered down your arm. “Now it’s clear.”

Rude chuckled behind you, and you heard a chirp bark of something along the lines of ‘that’s tsengs girl’ from the fiery redhead already marching ahead. You proceeded with caution through the dark tunnel, fully aware that there was something very important that needed protection. Your fight style, though, was almost exclusively based on your powerful materia usage, as you had a particular endurance and skill for handling magic attacks than most. This meant that you could engage in a battle from a safe distance, and that you could just as easily cast a barrier upon yourself.

He probably won’t allow me to do missions like this once he finds out, though, were the words that found themselves into your head. Nevermind that, you continued on the second highest ranking turk’s heel, fingertips lingering around the green orb at your hip, just in case.

“Fuck!” You heard, and that was the catalyst to lead you all into a chase.

Reno, having mastered his impressive speed materia, was already way ahead, and in what turned out to be a very unsatisfying short-lived action moment, caught up to the runaway. He hit him right across the chest, harshly, and in the blink of an eye Rude had him secured, arms behind his back.

You remained in place, wary of the easiness with which you’d found this man. You’d been looking for an old Turk, a runway that had resurfaced with the threat of spilling all the dirty little secrets he’d learned while on the job, and the three of you – three of the very best – had been sent to take him down. Would someone who was fully aware of the risks and yet still provoked Shinra be this weak?

Just as you’d suspected, there was only the warning of rustling behind one of the pillars before something was shot in your direction. Without a thought, you cast Barrier on the Vice-president, knowing you should first and foremost protect him. Before you could shield yourself, however, a man came flying towards you, delivering a blow right in the middle of your chest. One of your hands came to instinctively meet your stomach as you fell to the ground, while the other reached for the metal staff that was shrunk in your pocket. As you pulled the object out, it extended to its full, massive length, and shone a silver-ish light around your body.

Beside you, Rufus was surrounded by the same protection, his pistol in hand prepared to shoot at the figure hiding once again. He looked over to you, blue eyes lingering a moment too long on your middle area, and back ahead. Reno and Rude rushed over two your side, and they too exchanged a suspicious glance, but said nothing. You weren’t certain if it was the hormones or the maternal instincts kicking in, but by the intensity of your glare and the iron grip on your staff, anyone could tell you had entered murder-mode.

“I know it’s been a while since you’ve been a part of the team buddy, but you really shouldn’t underestimate us fresh faces like that.” Reno taunted, clicking his tongue in disapproval. He too seemed more than a little pissed at the dirty trick.

“I don’t feel like playing.” You looked between the men around you and exhaled loudly, raising your weapon in the direction of their target. “We’re not giving you time to prepare, you stupid fuck.”

Rude winced behind you, but quickly changed his expression into one of awe as you wordlessly blew up the pillar where he hid with a powerful Fire spell, blasting him back in the process. You stepped back, knowing full well you should leave them to the rest if you wanted to keep up to barriers. They, of course, wasted no time in engaging him in battle, ultimately resulting in knocking him out.

As they fought, Rufus inched closer to you, his voice low. “The fourth spot is yours.”

You blinked, confused. “Pardon, Mr. Vice-President?”

He gave you the smallest of smiles, the silver shimmer still strong around his form. “At first, I was simply curious to see to exactly whose wedding I had gotten invited to, but I now see that there must be a change in rank. I can comprehend why Tseng would place a ring on you.”

The harsh sound of Rude’s fist against the target’s cheek had been unsettling enough that you were momentarily distracted, but Rufus continued, unphased. “I’m moving you up. You have very impressive control, especially considering your…situation.”

His gesture towards your stomach had your face going very pale, eyes wide. “H-How did you…?”

But you looked down, and realized your palm was still placed protectively against the area. Ah. “Thank you, Mr. Vice President. But please don’t mention the baby to Tseng, I have just found out myself.”

A very loud echo of “Baby?!” had you jumping in surprise, the seemingly finished duo turning towards you with cat-like grins. Well, there goes telling your fiancé first.

“Dude, Tseng’s gonna be a dad? What the fuck.” Reno practically yelled, twisting the arm of the detained man in his excitement. “Does this mean I’m like, an uncle?”

The usually calm and extremely quiet Rude nearly mirrored his colleague’s excitement, and it warmed your heart to see him as such. His expression changed significantly into one of worry as he seemed to have reached a realization – you braced yourself. “(Y/N), you do realize Tseng will murder us once he realizes we let you get hit, right?”

Reno widened his eyes and let out another loose ‘fuck’. You shook your head at them, smiling. “I can take care of myself, and I’m only eight weeks in. That trash bag hit me in the chest, I’m fine.”

They didn’t relax at all, but you didn’t blame them. Even you were preoccupied with the possibility of him being upset.

Upset?

Holy shit, Elena was about to burn the entire Shinra’s Headquarters down. She’d been the previous fourth place, praised for her martial arts skills, and now not only had she dropped down from the golden quartet in lieu of you, but she would also have to swallow down the very big ‘you’ll have her crush’s child’ lump. She was going to lose her mind, you were completely certain – and, well, she did.

In the trip back the two men chose to ignore the death countdown above their heads to go back to the excitement of the news. Even Rufus himself seemed thoroughly amused, and you felt a bit like a celebrity with the amount of attention you were receiving from them. The commotion didn’t go unnoticed when you arrived back at the office, mission successful, and you had to practically implore the two Turks to act normal and go back to their jobs. They had, however, helped you come up with a sweet idea, and were currently ensuring that no one would disturb you as you went over to his office.

Seriously, if you didn’t tell him right then, it was bound to reach his ears before the end of the day. Reno didn’t quite understand the meaning of secrecy, and had rambled so loudly in the truck you took that you wouldn’t be surprised if all the lower ranking SOLDIERs – snow-balled information from the drivers in your trip – already knew. So there you were, a small package in your hands, and the softest smile you’d ever given him.

You closed the door behind you as you entered, granting you an immediate raise of his brows. “I gather it went well?”

“It did! The Vice President even gave me Elena’s place.” You mused, slowly walking up to him.

“He did?” He asked, and the pointed look you shot him had him backtracking. “Not that I don’t think you deserve it! He just doesn’t seem the type to make sudden changes like that.”

You leaned against his desk next to where he sat, trying desperately to hide the excitement. You faked a pout. “I’ll have you know he was impressed by my quick response and magic use!”

“I know love, you’re the most talented I know.” He assured you, and you felt your cheeks warming at his words. He closed the laptop he’d been typing on to fully turn to you, giving you his undivided attention. There was something in that little gesture, something that was still novelty in your relationship, that had you melting inside. “You came here for something, right? Is everything okay?”

Smiling again, albeit a bit shyly this time around, you placed the nicely wrapped package in front of him. “It’s a gift for you. I think you’ll need it.”

He looked at you with that warm, loving gaze he reserved for your most intimate moments. It had you dying to jump him and hold him tightly, but you didn’t want to ruin the surprise. He palmed the packaging, instantly being able to tell what it was, and smiled. “I always need book; you know me well.”

“This one is special though.” You commented, almost as if absentmindedly, and waited for him to tear apart the dark blue wrapping paper.

The cover for the parenting book “Cribsheet” was staring right at him. You didn’t fully comprehend what it was from the way his expression transitioned from confused to understand to blatant happiness that turned on the faucet and had the water works begin. Wordlessly, and with every inch of him practically yelling adoration, he pulled you into his lap and sank his head in your chest.

You arms wrapped around him, holding him close. “We’re going to be parents.”

He nodded against you, still refusing to look up. He whispered against your body. “I love you so, so much (Y/N).”

Your heart was filled to the brim with a type of joy, a blissful feeling you couldn’t explain or pinpoint. Only then you realized, you hadn’t once considered the chance that he might not want this child. You knew the man you loved, and you knew he didn’t do anything on accident – if he was occasionally ignoring contraceptives, you knew that it meant that he was ready. And you were ready too, to love and protect whatever precious thing that you’d give birth to.

After a little while, he pulled away to take in your image, the goofy grin on both your faces priceless. “How long?”

“Two months.” You said, to which his smile only grew. “There’s actually a chance that they were conceived right here, you know?”

Tseng visibly gulped and scratched the back of his head, pretending it had nothing to do with him. You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your mouth.

                                                                       ***

            The following day, it soon became evident that the entire floor was aware of your situation. On the pleasant side, it did feel good to have people gushing over you, praising you, and overall just being extra nice. You knew you wouldn’t tolerate it if you were to spend the next seven months being coddled as if you were made of glass, and you’d made it very clear to Tseng the previous night that you’d continue working for as long as it was safe for the child. However, this initial warmth from your coworkers was doing wonders to your ego and already excellent mood. That was, until Elena came into play.

You’d pondered before that if she were to bother you while you had something this important, precious baby growing inside of you, she’d finally get to see you at your worst. For two years – the time you’d officially dated Tseng, you tolerated her and her big mouth under nothing but respect for her as a coworker. She, on the other hand, had gotten bolder and bolder instead of realizing that he was playing catch with no one, as Tseng was completely off limits. You had yet to give her the taste of your metal that you’d been wanting to solely because of your man, who had to protect the order within the Turks.

Right now, with that lopsided smirked and the malicious twist of her hair, you were about to say a big fuck you to all of that.

It started in the early morning, when you were in the line to get coffee, when you heard a snicker and the words, “That’s why she’s been looking so fat,” out of Elena’s mouth. The baby inside of you not only was obsessed with daddy, but also apparently with blood, because you very nearly spilt the hot liquid in her flat chest.

Breathe, remember? You told yourself to find that perfect picturesque place inside your head, travel far down there, and leave the blond alone or she would, and emphasis on the complete certainty, get some serious bruises on herself.

The baby, think about the baby.

And so you ignored her. And you ignored her when she complained about her rank swap, when she commented on your appearance at least three other times, when she wondered aloud whether Tseng was cheating on you or not, and soon the “think about the baby, calm down” turned into “think about the baby, they want you to destroy her”.

At about the seventh time you heard another off-hand comment from her, you understood why she was acting so bold. Somewhere on that dysfunctional brain of hers, she concluded that you would sit quietly and take it because you had a child to protect. She’d apparently forgotten that you could most likely beat her up with an eight month’s belly, much easier with only two months.

Reno and Rude had been off on a mission of their own, nowhere near to hold you off, and Tseng was working from within his personal office. There was no one around with competence to pull you off from her if you did decide to give in to bloodthirst. Good.

It was at the eight comment, that was met by even her friends with disgust, that you flew from your chair to stand in front of her.

“What the fuck did you say?” You snarled, dared her to repeat. You’d heard her pretty clearly, much more than you ever wanted to hear.

Your profession wasn’t particularly dignified, and you all did a lot of bad things – but fuck if you aren’t going to bash her head in for the words that escaped her mouth.

She stared at you, clearly taken aback. “It’s a joke…calm down.”

“Say it,” you taunted, reaching for a blue orb that dangled in the belt by your waist, fully ready to go all out, “repeat how you just “joked” about me losing this child. Say it.”

Elena gulped visibly, and you were right to assume that she was under the impression you magically became a defenseless centerpiece. “Lighten up, I was obviously jo-“

She didn’t finish, because you’d already taken your staff out, fully intending to rip her a new one. Before you could even Poison her, though, a firm hand came to rest on your shoulder. You knew without turning around who it belonged to.

You attempted to explain. “Tseng, she just--“

“I know, I heard you.” His tone was cold, borderline terrifying, but you knew you weren’t the target of his rage. If there was a hole in the ground, Elena would’ve hopped in without looking back.

“Tseng, I can expla--” She tried.

“You’re suspended.” He stated firmly, a gloved hand pointing accusingly at her. “I’m taking up this matter with Vice President himself. I’ve had it up to here with your antics. Your big mouth has caused us enough troubles as it is, but you can’t even keep it to yourself in your workplace. Workplace harmony is also extremely important for a job like ours where we only have each other to rely on, and the only conflicts we’ve had in ages we’re solely provoked by you. You’re suspended.”

            You were left staring in a mixture of shock and absolute delight at your future husband, relieved beyond measure that he’d finally put her in her place. You were, however, disappointed that you didn’t get your chance to finally get revenge.

Later on, when the two of you lay in bed, his hand lazily tracing soothing circles against your back and chin tucked atop your head, he reinforced just how amazing you were, and that no Elena would change the fact that you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. (Ah, and perhaps you discovered that this man had an…inclining to seeing you fight. Figures.)

[csainz5]

hello! i saw your requests were open and wanted to pop in! i have a bit of a weird? idk request, where it’s like max verstappen x reader first where it ends with angst, and then she ends w carlos endgame?? maybe a whole lotta lover boy feels from carlos and ‘oh i fucked up something great’ feels from max, like essentially carlos that has been silently lining throughout readers relationship w max too?? i’m so sorry if this confused you! i loved ur previous carlos sainz fic!! 🤍🤍

BLOOD FLOWS RED

genre: fluff; light smut

pairing: bestfriend!max x reader; carlos x reader

summary: max constantly fucking up comes in no better time for carlos.

word count: 3.7k (my longest fic so far 💀)

warnings: angst, slight loverboy feels from max if you squint. voyeur max? not really but kinda ig and no beta we die like the ferrari fans we are 🫡 google translate ass spanish, forgive me 😞🫶

author notes: OMG ANON YOU ARE A GENIUS!!! I LOVED THIS REQUEST AND I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING IT. but small change tho, max x reader isn’t rlly like a proper relationship. anyways, hope u guys enjoy 😘😘😘

you were both 10 when you first met. your parents had been friends for a while by then, and they decided that they would place you and max in the same school. the two of you instantly kicked it off. it was like you guys were meant to be friends. you always shared the same opinions, the same preferences and all.

school with max was fun. the best, infact. the both of you hit it off well since the first time you met and had been inseperable (and insufferable) since. it was practically known to everyone that if max were to take a seat, the one beside it instantly belonged to you. you two had different friend circles, yes. But you were definitely each others best friend regardless.

highschool. highschool was a turning point in your friendship. although it was still as magical as it was, max’s attention at that time drifted between girls and racing. the former, burnt your heart with jealousy. everytime he ditched plans with you for his new girlfriend, you secretly prayed to god they would break up so you could have him all to yourself. The latter however, you didnt mind so much. you were always a fan of racing, and it only bought you two closer. you still remember go karting with max like it was yesterday. even if he was always the one to win, you weren’t too far behind, always coming it right after him. your deepest secrets, your highs and lows, your intrests, and everything about you was known to max, and max only. everyone would see you with him all the time, so no guys would ever approach you in school. Its not like you really minded it though, because max’s girlfriends only ever lasted two weeks at the most, and you guys would find your way back to each other.

You found solace in the unwavering friendship you shared with Max . Growing up together, navigating the twists and turns of life side by side, your bond evolved into something deeper over the years. You were always hopelessly in love with Max, but you concealed your feelings, afraid of risking the precious friendship you had cherished oh so much. Everyone but max could see it. I mean how couldnt they? you were always like a lost puppy around the paddock, finding your way to max. Much like your races, you would always find your way right behind him. it was clear in the way you looked at him, with stars in your eyes. How your voice went slightly higher when you were around him. How you relax when you’re with him. How you’re the loudest person during a race, always screaming his name as he raced by. Everyone felt sorry for you, really. Because in return to all of your affections was nothing but a cold and stoic response. Don’t get me wrong, Max definitely loved spending time with you, probably moreso than anyone else, but it was nothing in comparison to your admiration for him.

Afterall, in the world of Formula 1, where speed and competition reigned supreme, there was so space for screw ups. you needed to work hard for what you want and you needed to be cunning. and for max, nothing was as important as winning this year’s championship and more to come, so you’ve become used to his behaviour. he was quick, ruthless and on the top, and he wasn’t about to let anything get in the way of his success. so even though it stung when you could see how little you mattered to him over the sport, you convinced yourself it was okay. Because this was max’s dream since he was little, and whats a wish to date a boy over a pursuit for the championship but a speck of dust.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, you watched Max prepare for yet another exhilarating race. Your heart raced in sync with the roaring engines, anticipation filling the air. Deep down, you yearned for Max to realize the depths of your affection, but maybe it was too much to ask for, you think. He was always too caught up in his relentless pursuit of victory. Everyone saw it, even the rugged and striking driver of ferrari, with the number 55 adorned on his red suit.

Max insisted you leave him alone for a moment, so he could gather his thoughts before the race. “Are you sure, max?” “please, just go” reluctantly, you agreed and went into the paddock club. you settle into the couch and wallow to yourself. you just wanted to be there with him so you could calm his nerves, why was he acting unlike himself? you gather that recently this is all thats been happening. you always go behind him, wanting to be with him at all times, hoping to be the centre of his attention, but he stands like a stonewall. you’ve grown tired of it really. But come on, you knew you would find your way back to him again. You were infact in love with him since you knew what love was, weren’t you?

You get startled when a hand waves in front of your face “helloo?” “oh my god im so sorry” “no worries” he shoots you a cheeky smile. “did you need anything carlos?” “nothing, i just wanted to ask if i could sit by you” “yeah ofcourse, you didnt need to ask” honestly, this was the most you’ve ever spoken with carlos, so you were confused by his sudden intrest in you. but really, it wasn’t sudden at all. too absorbed into the grumpy redbull driver, you never noticed a tall figure clad in red lurk behind you two. He had seen it all. His eyes burned with rage everytime he saw you with max. What did he ever do to deserve you?

“Carlos? mate where the hell were you? you need to come to the garage, hurry up” charles says, appearing out of thin air “i’ll see you later, okay?” “Bye sainz” Looking back at you, carlos runs away behind the monagasque. you smile to yourself at the sudden attention from carlos. Atleast he distracted you, right?

yeah right. your nerves were all over the place the second the red lights blinked, and the race began. max was so off his game today, whats wrong with him? he was so far behind this race that even the alfa romeo cars had been ahead of him. it was his first race lately where he was behind a ferrari for once. you felt your heart thump as you wince, you know how much shit redbull & max’s father give him on the offchance that he isnt the best in the game. he didn’t deserve it, you think. he doesn’t deserve the shit they put him through. since this was the start of the season, everyone was very anticipated to see the result, to see who is going to be this years leading drivers.

you catch your eyes drifting towards one specific car though, and its not the redbull one you’ve always got your eyes on. the person leading the first race of the season happens to be the man that youve last talked to. carlos. you hold your breath, and blink for just a moment and there you see it, carlos gets the pole position. you dont know whether to be happy or not, a feeling you’re unfamiliar with makes your gut twinge. were you happy with the results? as much as you’d like to convince yourself otherwise, it was true. for some reason carlos winning made you feel proud, but in a split second you turn your eyes back to the circuit. max had gotten p7.

it was the night of that day that max had seen you under a different light. your look for the party had caught the eyes of everyone there, and unfortunately for max, even the eyes of a certain latino were set on you. Carlos was the first person you noticed the moment you stepped into the club. the ferrari pair had rented out the entire club for that night, celebrating their p1 & p2 standings. you instinctively go towards Carlos, talking him up about his big win. “Sainz, that overtake on lap 35? Blew my mind.” “you must’ve been attentive on me to catch that” he jokes, his chest rumbling with laughter. “oh come on everyone’s talking about it” “maybe. but so are you, and thats not very common” “I give credit where credit is due, what can i say?” you giggle, taking a flute of champagne. “hey, how come you aren’t with max? i ask only because this is the first time you’ve come outside that circle” he asks, slightly avoiding eye contact with you. “well, i guess you could say i just found someone more worthy of my time” “Oh..?” clearly amused with your answer, carlos decided that he’s not going to let you leave his side. He had a taste of it, and he knew he couldn’t let go just yet.

2 drinks become 4, and 4 drinks become 8 when you decide that you are done being the quiet girl behind max. you think that it’s time that you let go, live the moment for yourself, and yourself only. okay, and maybe Carlos too. conversations with him were just so light and breezy, you didnt have to hold yourself back hoping you’d be molded into the kind of girl he wants. it was obvious that he was interested in you as is. “Carlos” “yes, cariño?” “How come ive never spoken to you before?” “You know, actually you have” he wasn’t wrong, but that was just small talk at events. This? This was different. you knew it. He knew it. “No, no i mean like.. this” you say, speech slurred, hand reaching to brush his hair. “You’re driving me crazy, mi vida” he chokes out, eyes closed and a sigh escaping his lips. “Carlos..” you feel like you cant breath as you say, “Help me forget him” by this point of your conversation you had realised that he did, infact notice things about you. Maybe even in a way no one else did. you raise your eyes to meet his and you lose yourself in their charm. his brown eyes with specks of gold drew you in more than you’d like to admit. “Hermosa, when you have me,” he raises your chin up “You will be sober when you have me, and you wont be forgetting it any time soon”wind gets caught up in your throat at his bold statement.

“Come on, let loose carlos join me!!” by this point it was the alcohol talking, not you. “okay okay how about we get you home now?” “oh shut up im just getting started” “no you’re not, come with me” carlos says as he throws your arm around his shoulder to support you. “fuck, is she okay man? i can take her to her house just leave her with me” max say’s, finally emerging after eyeing you both all night. “don’t hold your breath mate, she’s going home with me”

you wake up the next morning with the worst headache, which only gets worse when you realise you can’t recognise the room you’re in and the clothes you’re wearing aren’t yours. you shoot your head up as you hear the door open. Carlos? wait a second. did you and he..? “Carlos, did we—“ “Did you want us to?” “Oh my god. OH MY GOD??” “Calm down im just messing with you, no we didn’t do anything. i just had to change your clothes because you puked all over them” this was so embarrassing you couldn’t bear to look him in the eyes.

“im so sorry, i really am. i didnt think i would let go that much yesterday.” “Don’t worry, i had fun. plus its nice seeing you not be so timid” your cheeks flush at his compliment. Fuck. i abandoned max yesterday, you thought, booking a cab to his house as you pack your stuff. “Youre not seriously booking a cab right now, are you?” “Not all of us come from Generational wealth, Carlos” you say, hoping you get connected to a driver as soon as possible. “No, no. you’re coming with me.” he says, taking his car keys and showing you the way to the garage. The moment you arrive at max’s house, you see an unfamiliar pair of heels by his shoes.

you knock on the door “Max?” No answer.“Max??” no answer yet again. you use your keys to open the door. “I didn’t expect you to come at this time” he says, his hand over a girl who you barely recognise’s shoulder. “Who’s this, max?” “It doesn’t matter, she was just about to leave” the woman looks confused but exits, mumbling something to max as she leaves. “Whos that, your conquest of the week?” you ask the second you hear the door click. “Why do you care? you must’ve had fun whoring out with the ferrari boys yesterday anyways.” He didnt mean for it to sound as harsh as it did, but what was done was done. Seriously? “Fuck you max. i’ve always been with you every second of every day and you don’t appreciate me for a moment. you constantly ditch me for these random fucking girls who you know are just with you because you’re in redbull. And i let myself go for one night. One fucking night and you’re on my back calling me a whore? you know what? i am tired. i am done with your bullshit. Maybe ferrari is better after all, huh?”

“You don’t understand my point” “what point max? what fucking point? Are you blind or do you just convince yourself to ignore the fact that ive been in love with you since we started talking? Do you know how much it hurt me to walk in your shadow all these years hoping you would notice that i was there for you? to notice that i was the one for you?” “You love me?” he sounds heartbroken saying it, but you’re on an adrenaline rush and don’t take note of it. you could feel your feelings for him fading more and more as you spoke your feelings out to max. “No. not anymore.” “Fuck. i never- i never thought, fuck.” “guess you just realised it too late mate” a voice speaks up behind you. “Lets go back, i cant stand to see his face.” you spit, with venom lacing your words as they sunk into max’s heart like a dagger.

After the incident with max, You realised that the night with the ferrari driver would be the start of something much, much bigger than you had expected. somewhere in between the races the 33 on your shirts slowly turned into 55. You didnt have to tell max you’ve moved on, it was clear as day. Carlos had gifted you a bracelet, a custom cartier one with the initials c.s adorned by a small pendant of a chili. everyone on the paddock could see that max was history to you. By this point it was also famously known that you had become Carlos’s girl. you didn’t mind the chatter though, you were so happy with carlos, he made you feel things that no one had been able to make you feel. he was gentle, and understanding. But at the same time, he knew exactly how to treat you, and the fact that you liked to be treated a little rough, once in a while, and he played it like a charm.

Your situationship with him was quick to blossom into a relationship, the best one you’ve ever been in. Days with Carlos were magical. he was crazy for you, as were you for him. you were so used to people stepping all over you that carlos treating you the way you deserved to be treated caught you off gaurd at times, but you grew attached to that quality of him. he made sure that he was the best man for you, and that you were treated exactly how you deserved to be. you noticed that you didnt even ask him for anything, he miraculously knew exactly what you wanted, and he delivered seamlessly. You had drifted significantly from max, but you didn’t mind anymore. Carlos was the only one for you and there were no doubts about it.

This particular morning was that of the emilia- romagnia grand prix, with you by the ferrari garage with carlos. everyone there had become used to you at this point, charles and some of the engineers becoming some of your best mates. Right now you were in carlos’s room, sitting on the bed as you watched him get ready. it was a home race for the ferrari boys. “What?” carlos talks over the phone, clearly upset with whatever he’s heard. you sit up straighter at his sudden change in demeanour. “Fuck. guess there’s nothing we can do huh?” he says, moments before he hangs up. “It’s canceled. the race is canceled because of a flood.” “What? Im so sorry to hear that Carlos, i know how much this race means to you.” you say, walking up to him and fixing up his shirt.

“Is there anything i can do to make you feel better?” memories of that night rush back into your head. you take in a sharp breath remember what carlos told you that day. “I’m sober now” “You remember that?” he looks into your eyes, his own shifting into a darker look. “I couldn’t for a moment forget it” you pull his collar in towards yourself “you little minx, me estás matando” “Lets see if you’re a man of your word, sainz” you dare to say. “you’re gonna wish you never challenged me, hermosa.”

His lips crash against yours as he pulls you up to jump onto him, legs wrapped around him as you take him in, in all his glory. your brain becomes foggy, and a thousand diffrent scenarios run around your head and at once, the all stop, Leaving your head a blank space. you run your hands through his hair, breathless. he walks you both over to the bed, his lips never leaving yours as unsaid words get conveyed to you. i want you. he gently places you on the bed, getting onto his knees.

You pull away from him for a moment, just a moment. you needed to get comfortable into the bed, and even the split second away from him makes you grow impatient. you look down to see him frantically trying to pull your shorts off you. Frustrated, you pull him by his neck back to you, kissing him with a rush you’ve never experienced before. you close your eyes, his wandering hands feeling making you feel sensitive all over. even a harmless rub against your thigh ticks you off. the whimper youve been suppressing comes out into the kiss, making Carlos feel as though he was losing his mind. he couldn’t take it anymore. he wanted you, he wanted you so badly he felt like a teenager about to cum in his pants.

All you wanted was to scream his name, loud enough for the entire hotel to hear, and he, wanted to listen to them on repeat like they were the best musical piece ever created. he was drunk on lust. “Can i?” you nod with all your might, you couldn’t handle it anymore. “Use your words, mi amor” “Yes, yes. please i want it so bad carlos, please.” “God, you sound so angelic begging for me right now.” Just as he was about to take off his top, the two of you hear a series of knocks on your door.

“Are you in here? its max” “Why is he here?” just as you were about to cuss him out, carlos signals you that hes got it covered. He picks you up, making you put your legs over his torso again. “Carlos? what are you-“ he shushes you, a finger falling over your swollen lips. just as you reach the room door, he clashes his lip’s against yours again. he slowly takes off the lock on the door, leaving max to think he can come in.

max is greeted by the two of you feverishly making out as he opens the door. you and carlos pay him no mind though, as if you couldn’t even see him. “Fuck you guys” He shouts as he bangs the door on his way out.

[01nnie]

— TELL ME, DO YOU WANNA BE MY LOVER?

summary :: relationship headcannons w/ chronoir because why the heck not? ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

notes :: ik this was supposed to be headcannons and it turned out kind of long- im so so very sorry ｡ﾟ( ﾟஇ‸இﾟ)ﾟ｡ hope you all like it in the end <3 !! not beta'd !!

wc :: 2k、requested :: yes、no、reader :: gender neutral、female、male

art credits :: 雨瀬セイ on pixiv、u_skeeep on twt

‧₊˚ʚ :: kanae. ↷ ⨯ ︵

-     the sweetest boyfriend of them all

-     will put your needs before himself.

- youre kanae's #1 priority after all (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

【 you forgot your jacket at home? he offers you his own, wearing a captivating smile. your hands are getting cold? hes quick to cover them with his own, softly huffing his breath over your trembling fingers. youre too shy to ask for his scarf? he notices, just like he always does. with skilled hands he wraps the cool-colored fabric over your shoulders and neatly tucking it under your chin, not before giving you a light scolding. 】

-     regularly gets you to go on café dates together, checking out shops that just opened in your area

-     kanae is the type of boyfriend that would divert your attention to something else before taking a bite of your desert (◕‿◕)

-     dont worry though, of course he’ll share his with you

【 a warm grin made its way to his face when you ramble about how delicious the food was as you dig in for another bite. his eyes catch the dollop of cream stuck by your rose-tinted lips. your eyes widen when he leans closer, swiping his thumb over to clean your mess. a reddish hue glosses over your cheeks when kanae laps his tongue over his thumb, tasting the sweet frosting. there is a shameless grin on his face. “youre right, it tastes amazing.” 】

-     err cough

-     slow dances with you in the kitchen !!

-     the low tune of a romantic song that he picked playing in the background while you sway together with the music ＼(＾▽＾)／

【 kanae his arm around your waist while he has his hand intertwined with yours. “youre such a sap, kanakana.” you giggle when he lets out a playful breath. “you like that though.” is his reply. your eyes widen a fraction and a shriek was pulled from you when he suddenly spins you around. his heart swells when he feels you playfully hit his chest as a complain.

as you both rock back and forth gently, kanae doesnt realize he hold you a bit tighter and closer, like you’ll disappear when he lets go. you dont realize, or maybe you did and made no comment. the brunette didnt dwell on it, rather he focuses on you and only you. 】

-     when things get too much for you to handle, kanae knows when to give you space

-     once he sees light up and your simple “come over” message pops up on his screen, he’s already on his way

-     along with an assortment of your favorite snacks to help cheer you up o( ❛ᴗ❛ )o

【 the wind ghosts over your skin and making your hair flow along with it as you hear the bustling streets of the night from down below. the starry skies and whispers of the moon have been keeping you company while you wait for your boyfriend. you feel another headache forming in when youre reminded of the events that occurred earlier today. you were so tired, just wanting to your worries to wash away already.

a heavy weight was lifted off your shoulders when you heard the door click open, the familiar sight of kanae floods you as you lock eyes. he approaches and sits next to you, the plastic bag he came in with resting on his crossed legs. he doesnt speak, not yet at least, and instead brings out your favorite snacks one by one. your eyes follow his movements and you cant help but overthink that maybe he’s getting exhausted of this; of you.

the frown youve worn this whole evening deepens at that thought, but only for a while. kanae tucks the hair hovering over your face before leaning and giving your cheek a warm kiss. its no surprise that kanae can easily make you smile. the two of you converse, swiftly jumping from one topic to another just like the other times, all while enjoying the makeshift feast presented in front of you. you lean your head against kanae chest, his hands interlocked with yours and his thumb brushing over the back of your palms giving you comfort. the rhythm of his hear beat almost you to sleep. before your eyelids fall, you hear a soft mutter, you cant tell if kanae's professing it to you or the stars hanging in the galaxy. “the moon is beautiful, isnt it?” 】

‧₊˚ʚ :: kuzuha. ↷ ⨯ ︵

-     very much awkward in the beginnings- you had to be the one to approach kuzuha first

-     the vampire doesn’t have much previous relationship experience so he tends to just … stand there awkwardly watching you

-     but you’re not really complaining ! its fun to see his reactions and being the one to take the lead (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃

【 kuzuha clicks his tongue as checks his phone once more, taking a note of the time. there was an itch he can’t quite scratch when bears in mind that you’re 10 minutes late. he’s not impatient or anything. in reality, the red eyed male was super excited and nervous. it didn’t really cross his mind as to why, after all you’ve had dates like this before. he should be used to it by now.

his train of thought was stopped he felt something, someone, bump his back, the unknown figure wrapping their arms around his torso before letting out a fit of giggles. kuzuha resists the urge to playfully roll his eyes as he turns. “ya ready to go, baby boy?- woah hey!”

he wraps his coat around you, fully covering you from the wandering eyes of strangers. you pull at kuzuha's arms and peek at him with a mischievous look. “you’re late.. and i told you! quit calling me baby boy y/n” you don’t think you will, not with the enticing glow of his reddened cheeks and how he buries his face on your neck. kuzuha thinks he won’t get used to your antics. how you pull on his hand; one that engulfs yours completely, as you enthusiastically talk about the activities you’ve planned for the two of you. and he thinks that that’s okay. 】

-     indoor dates(?) with zuha !!

-     the two of you have a variety of snacks and dips to choose from laying on the coffee table. you both decide either to watch the new movie releases, or play 1v1 videogames

-     this time around, you’ve both decided to battle each other on a video game. and kuzuha's not about to waste this opportunity of flexing his gamer skills on his significant other (っ´ω`)ﾉ(╥ω╥)

【 another ,,game over’’ title, bolded in red, flashed on the tv screen. the loud cheers of kuzuha filling the air and you let out a huff before leaning against his chest. “damnit zuha, why can’t you just let me win? just once.”  the white-haired man immediately shook his head, making you feel a little more upset. “now where’s the fun in that? what kind of boyfriend would i be if i don’t polish your gaming skills, y/n?” you know he was just making up excuses. he turns back to the lit screen, proceeding to restart the game.

with a quiet grumble you adjust from his lap to stand up, plopping down on the couch as you reach for the popcorn bowl. without properly weighing out the consequences, you threw a piece of popcorn at the back of kuzuha’s head. you go rigid when you saw him halt his movements. you tried holding back the laugh building up in your throat when he turns with a look in his eyes that screams ,,it’s game on’’. it’s safe to say you two made a huge mess of the living room, and your laughs and shrieks could be heard from a mile away, all while the abandoned game was still waiting to be continued. 】

-     so very proud to be your boyfriend i tell you

-     he likes to show off often that you’re his significant other, with or even without you around

-     but i don’t think kuzuha wants you to know about that … or else he might die of embarrassment (⸝⸝•́દ•̀⸝⸝)

【 turning the keys to the left, you entered the house before slipping off your shoes and placing it on the rack. you came home from work, drained and tired, just wanting to spend the rest of the night with kuzuha. speaking of, you looked around the living room curiously. usually, he would already be on the couch waiting for you to come home. you spotted the bags of takeout already on the kitchen island. he shouldn’t have gone that far away. placing your bag on the leather seat, and about to proceed to your shared bedroom, you heard his familiar voice. it was coming from the balcony of your cozy apartment.

with piqued interest, you discreetly pad over to the wall, peeking slightly to see your beloved boyfriend resting against the railings. it seems like he’s talking to someone. you were about to leave to give him privacy when you heard kuzuha mutter your name. that got your feet stuck to the ground.

“i don’t know i just … gahh, i mean you already know what i’m about to say so what’s the point …” you were visibly confused. something he’s going to say that he’s already told before. now what could that possibly be? “it’s just that … you know that feeling when you see a really cute puppy? that’s what i feel when i’m around her, 24/7! it makes me feel so dumb, and giddy! and-and achhh- i don’t know!” oh.

“and i know it might come off as me being clingy but i get so excited when she come home … and her smile! it just- i feel my heart explode whenever i’m near he .. – HEY! Stop laughing, bastard!” kuzuha continues to shout profanities to the unknown person on the other line. based on the laugh and teasing words they let out, you guess it’s probably kanae he’s talking to.

you didn’t pay much mind to their conversation anymore, too busy clenching your dress shirt in hopes of calming your erratically beating heart, fearing it might burst through your chest any second now. kuzuha never failed to make you feel special. it felt like cupid shot his golden arrow straight through your heart all over again when you glanced back at him, making no effort to hide the giddy smile present on your lips at his bantering with his friend. composing yourself, you nonchalantly skipped towards him.

he felt his soul leave his body when he felt a tap on his shoulder. when he turned, the knowing look on your face was the first to catch his attention. “come on, pretty boy. the food might get cold~” raising to your tiptoes, you plant a chaste kiss on his velvet-shaded cheek with a cheeky beam. turning, you go back inside to prepare your dinner together, your light steps fading into the distance. the male let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. his free hand came to touch the cheek that your soft lips touch and he felt his face become even warmer than before. if that was even possible.

kuzuha was brought back to reality when he heard the low whistle coming from his phone. with a hiss and a quick goodbye, he shoved his phone in his pockets before burying his face in the palms of his hand, rubbing his face in the process. “yo, slowpoke! get over here already, baby~” he quickly cursed the fuzzy feeling growing in his body at the pet name you rarely use; a term you only use to tease him with. kuzuha knows you won’t let him live this down anytime soon. 】