#when its like... perfectly reasonable that he wont

[junuru]

name your favorite fic from each of your mutuals

okay let me cook psa im actually fake as hell and havent read some of my mutals fics im sorry ily

@indiewritesxoxo — love me not

i love a good well written pregnancy trope, and that is exactly what this is!

@bluukive — ass eating

i dont think id ever let a man near my ass unless he is gojo. this is exactly why. this is canon and it happened.

@sunarots — guys my age

i normally never read hq x reader fics (after 2021), but luna writes them so so well (and not fanon). the angst is good, the slowburn is even better.

@chososcamgirl — older bf!nanami

if you see me being spoiled and pampered by a blonde man nine years older than me, leave me, i am exactly where i want to be

@riveredmoon — drunk running

i love geto suguru, i love angst, i love phy. this hurts so so good and i think about it like once a day at least.

@taomyou — nerds do it better

i have yet to catch up with this, but digimon nerd gojo. thats all i have to say.

@nanamisbbygirl — pegging gojo

okay it was really hard to pick out of all of honeys works, but i said it before (maybe not on the blog), and ill say it again, i LOVE LOVE LOVE the way she writes smut. this is on here for my own personal pegging fantasy.

@redrrem — idk what to call this

this is a place holder until i get tim bradford or the amongus au because i know i will eat those up...

@sluturu — jealousy, jealousy

i want to be fucked in nanamis car

@spearofheaven — no one noticed

musician geto suguru. pathetic yearner geto surguru. almost made me miss my situationship for a minute. so so well written, i felt all the feels and i genuinely had to put my phone down and take a lap after his crack and run.

@nialovessatoru — false heaven

i need to catch up with this but holyyyy peak i love greek mythology i love jjk and the writing is so so good i want it tattooed in my brain

@liswee — busy being yours

i am a sucker for domestic nanami

@sugurumyshayla — the wrong me, but the right you

if the day ever comes that i say i hate poly stsg, shoot me down thats not me. creative plot, two hot dotting husbands, and sleeping in the same bed as both suguru and satoru? im in!

@lily-bisque — silver fox

after reading this i deleted hinge knowing id never find satoru on there. a million kisses for bisque making my fantasies of being satorus controversially young gf a somewhat reality.

@bxnfire — stereo love

this lowkey reminded me of the greece trip in one day, but a million times better. best friends to lovers, crazy smut 10/10

@mysticdreams10 — i also dk what to call this

again, if you ever want to kidnap me tell me domestic happy nanami is in the van and i need no more convincing. this is canon and it happened gege said so.

@caffine-exe — excaliboner

everything ciggy has ever breathed is peak, but my fav is this 100%. poly satosugu (and pegging) is literally my fav thing ever and no one does it better than ciggy

@oporotheca — parental guidancd

i read this on my old blog and ate it tf up

@sukunastrash — poly stsg!texts

i love poly stsg guys.

@v1x3n — jealousy jealousy

i love when guys are jealous its so hot omg (id be so pmo if it happened irl)

@angelkiyo — exercising w gym buddy! kento

only reason i go gym is cuz i hope this happens to me

@fayerie — piercing

this is so goated that im getting my nipples pierced in the fall bcuz i love this so much (and cuz ill have piercings where my mother wont see)

@karvokr — all in

a man who yearns is a man who earns this is so well written and if my future man isnt like this ill be so pmo

@letteremi — bite sized revenge

this is actually factually the cutest freaking this i have ever read

@barbieandkento — memory loss

ive been OBSESSED with the memory loss troupe lately (the angst is so good) and barbie writes it so perfectly and cutely

@gojosprecious — running out of condoms with bf!gojo

this is written so well and its so silly i actually loled out loud at the consequences of their own actions

i have like 4 more left but i mutualed them like yesterday so i havent read their stuff erm

[plushblushybunny]

Skips Collaring

( dm if you want me to remove a photo if the product is yours! ) ( NSFW under the cut! MDNI! )

skips had been worried about showing his softer side to you. he was shy and a bit dorky in reality. its one of the reasons he was scared to show you his true form! he was worried youd think he was cringe or lame. he couldnt bring up that he was.. interested in that stuff. collars and things like that. but he couldnt help but think about that when it came to you. so imagine his surprise when you came to visit him today as you promised to every day, holding up a little leather collar and giving it a jingle. that smile on your face as you offered him the piece of metal and stud covered leather, bringing up the idea of putting it on him maybe? his face was bright yellow, he absolutely adored the color and charms on it! it would even fit in with his clothes! he loved the fact you payed attention to what he would be wearing and planned ahead. ( ahead is a little headcanon of his " shadow space " or pocket dimension of shadows! ) in skips room, on his bed in his bedroom, on top of his messy bed you sat straddling his hips as you locked the buckle on, skips arms around your waist as you did, he loved how comfortable and sized it was, it fit onto him perfectly! he liked it on the looser side. but if you tightened it he wouldnt mind if it made you happy! hes just happy wearing it! if skips made new friends on DIM or thiscord hes absolutely taking photos with you showing it off. his friends wore chokers and stuff! he wasint the only one who wore chokers! and if he reconnected to his old friends? even MORE so! his friends get it, so hes not afraid to show it off! lots and lots of selfies with you after you put it onto him. skips will happily fidget with it when hes concentrating or even bored, it makes him feel closer to you and calmer when he played with the charms. he could be talking to you about something hes interested in, and you just start to play with it, he goes bright yellow and starts to stutter through his sentances, hed be leaning back against your chest while he was talking about something, when suddenly hed feel you start to play with the lock or the chains on it, feeling you gently tug or pull, or even tracing your finger between the collar and his neck. hed start to stutter and fluster easily as he tried to keep talking with a nervous swallow, start whispering to him playfully as you pulled on it and hed make such cute little sounds, tug him up to kiss him and hes entirely yours. he doesint mind if you wanna put some marks onto him too. lipstick? bites? just get some pictures after you do. GODS, skips has a thing for photography then it came to this stuff. be it cute selfies of you two together, or photos where you had his eyeliner running down his face while he was on his knees or face down in his messy bedsheets. polaroid camera? phone? he didnt care. something about seeing the dim flash or hearing the click on your phones camera in one hand while the other had a leash made him so embaressed. his face flushed a bright yellow in embaressment shoved down into the pillow and sheets or on his back with you on his hips as you caught his weakest moments to use for yourself while you yank and pull at the leash.. if you caught it on your phone? he loves and hates it when you just randomly send him a photo of himself ruined, eyeliner smudged and running while face down or on his back. even a video.. in public especially drove him crazy. with or without you there. if its polaroids you like better? leave them just out and around. clip one to a sweater in his closet. behind his bathroom mirror cabinet, into his wallet when hes asleep. in the back of his clear phone case? just leave them places where he wont think to look and just will come across it randomly. he will get himself all wound up and wait for you to come see him because he made himself all worked up looking at it. when youd get back he would be clingy and flushed while hes practically pulling you towards his bed muttering that you took so much longer today. gods hes so cute.

[love-killed-the-superstar]

with tlr2 issue 3 dropping in a couple days, im curious what everyone thinks moja and uno's abilities will be

[cheftsunoda]

Would you consider doing something with a quiet/ reserved reader. I love the idea of a reader who's an up and coming driver but isn't about the press or media at ALL. Like dodging cameras and running away from interviews, and maybe a boy (I don't mind who you pick) misunderstands and thinks that she's running away from them? Maybe add some drama from f1 update twt accounts escalating the situation and painting the reader in a negative light for being "rude" or "impolite".

Thx!! (Sorry for any confusion, English is not my first language but I hope you get what I mean)

miss misunderstood— op81

smau + blurbs

oscar piastri x !quiet/shy driver reader

yn has a lot of pressure on her shoulders— she is the only female driver in f1 and that leads to her consistently having to prove herself to not only her team, who took a chance on her, but the press who are constantly there hounding her. she has always been very shy and reserved— especially around people she does not know. when fans notice how she skips out on interviews and hides from big crowds, the hate pours in, especially after she is seen avoiding a conversation with the grids other most quiet individual— but he is persistent and wont give up on her.

(a/n) : such a cute idea anon! i understood you perfectly fine my love. i hope you enjoy this. i thought it would be fun to pair reader with someone who is also rather quiet and reserved.

fc : amna al qubaisi

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f1gossipgirls

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f1gossipgirls : Almost all of our favorite drivers have touched down in Barcelona for media day. Some of our first arrivals include YN LN, Charles Leclerc, Oscar Piastri, Lewis Hamilton, Lando Norris and George Russell.

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username0 : george not dressed properly for the weather pt 899

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username10 : yn always looks like she doesn’t want to be there. why is she even in f1 if she hates to do the job??

username15 : everyone is smiling, waiving, talking to fans and press and then there is yn who immediately books it to the paddock and ignores everyone

username22 : ill say it once and i will say it again— f1 is not a silent film. she either needs to speak up and play the role or step aside. good driver or not. that job comes with more responsibilities than just driving around the track.

username5 : she gives off “im better than everyone else” energy and im sick of her.

username00 : every time i try and like her, she gives us absolutely nothing. cold and awkward isn’t a personality, babe.

↳ username9 : yet you guys eat it up when oscar does it. the double standard is insane.

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username11 : its always the quiet ones y’all tear apart for not being loud enough. she’s there to drive. not entertain you.

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username17 : you guys are extra hard on her because she is a female. and it is sick.

username101 : she minds her business, she’s fast, and she is unproblematic. you guys are just finding reasons to hate her. jealousy is a disease.

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They say I’m cold. Unfriendly. Standoffish. Like I’m trying too hard to be mysterious or above it all. But they don’t know me. Not really. Because if they did, they’d know I used to be warm. I used to talk too much. Laugh too loud. Hug people without thinking twice. But that was before. Before the phone call. Before the hospital room. Before the person who knew me better than anyone else—who loved me without needing me to be anything but myself—was just… gone.

Losing a parent is something people talk about like it’s a passage. A sad inevitability. But they don’t talk about what it does to you when it’s sudden. When it’s brutal. When the last words you said were something stupid because you thought you had more time. My dad was my safe place. The only person I could fall apart around. He was the reason I started racing. The reason I believed I could do anything. And when I lost him, I didn’t just lose a person—I lost myself. I haven’t spoken about it. Not to anyone.

Not to my engineers. Not to my teammates. Not to the drivers who think I’m just “shy” or “quiet” or “moody.” Because once I say it out loud, it becomes real in a way I’m not ready for. It becomes the thing people pity me for instead of the thing I’ve survived. So I stay quiet. I keep the noise out. I protect the stillness inside me. People don’t understand it, and that’s fine. They think I’m emotionless when really, I’m overflowing and just trying not to drown. I hear what they say. The fans. The media. That I don’t engage. That I don’t give enough. But I didn’t come here to be their favorite. I came here to race. I came here to honor my father. To survive something else. To find moments of peace between the chaos and the grief that still sits like stone in my chest.

They’ll never understand why I am the way I am. Because they never saw me before. Before the silence felt safer than the world ever did. And I don’t owe them an explanation for that.

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The air in Barcelona is thick with heat and noise—press cameras clicking, fans shouting driver names like spells, a thousand voices layered on top of each other. I keep my head down but offer a small smile, lifting my hand in a quiet wave. They cheer anyway. Some scream my name. Others don’t. Some just stare, waiting for me to trip or ignore them or give them proof I’m “as cold as they say.”

I smile again, even if it doesn’t reach my eyes. It’s not fake—it’s just not loud.

Security walks with me as I cross the paddock. My eyes flicker over the cameras stationed outside team motorhomes, the reporters already calling out names, hoping for a quote. I tighten my grip on the strap of my bag. Just a few more steps.

I keep walking. Fast, but not suspiciously fast. Just enough to dodge the press circling like hawks, waiting for a moment of weakness, a headline, a clipped quote that can be turned into whatever version of me they want to sell this week.

Finally, I step inside Red Bull. The air conditioning kisses my skin. The silence—relative silence—is heaven. I make it to my driver room, push the door shut with my shoulder, and lean against it for a second. Eyes closed. Deep breath. The chaos is muffled now, like a storm just beyond the walls. Then the door opens again without a knock.

“Nice escape,” Max says, completely unfazed. He shuts the door behind him like he owns the building. “You only almost ran over two photographers. New record?”

I huff out a laugh—quiet but real. “Felt like twenty.”

He drops into the chair across from me like he’s been doing this his whole life. Which, to be fair, he basically has.

Max studies me for a second, unreadable as always. “You look like you’re about to vomit. That your media day face?”

“Shut up,” I mutter, a tiny smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth.

He shrugs. “Just saying. You do realize they can’t eat you alive on camera, right? Legally.”

“I don’t know. I think one of the Sky guys has sharp enough teeth.”

He chuckles, dry and quiet. “You’ll be fine. Say as little as possible. Give one-word answers. Scowl a little. That’s what I do.”

“You give plenty of one-word answers.”

“Exactly,” he says, proud. “It’s an art.”

He leans forward, resting his arms on his knees, face softening just slightly.

“They don’t matter, you know. The journalists. The fans who think they know you. The Twitter freaks. You’re fast. That’s what counts. That’s what wins. Let them think you’re a robot or a villain or a Bond girl or whatever mood they’re in this week.”

I nod. A slow exhale.

“Thanks, Max.”

He shrugs again. “Just don’t cry on camera. I already have a reputation for being emotionally unavailable. Don’t need yours adding to the Verstappen Cold Front.”

This time, I laugh out loud. He grins. Mission accomplished.

“Go be scary,” he says, pushing himself up. “And if you panic, just pretend they’re all standing in front of your car at turn one.”

“I’d drive through them.”

“Exactly.”

He leaves without another word, and for the first time all morning, I feel like I can breathe.

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I answer with the same even tone I always do. I deflect, redirect, smile where I’m supposed to. I’ve trained myself not to flinch. But it still chips away at me, a little at a time. I finally escape outside, tucked behind one of the Red Bull displays near the fan zone—close enough to be seen, far enough to feel like I’m not drowning. I sip from a water bottle, hoping the air might settle in my lungs again. That’s when I see her.

A girl, maybe twelve, in a handmade cap with my number scribbled on it in glitter glue. She’s holding a small notebook and a marker, standing with her dad and hesitating like she doesn’t want to bother me. I almost keep walking. I’m tired. Overheated. Ready to shut down for the rest of the day. But something in her eyes stops me. She doesn’t look like the others—she looks like she’s trying to be brave. So I walk over.

Her eyes go wide when I stop in front of her. “Hi,” I offer, voice soft.

She blinks. Then holds out the notebook with slightly trembling hands. “Um—sorry, I just—could you sign this? I know you don’t really like talking to people a lot, but you’re my favorite. You don’t have to talk if you don’t want.”

My chest tightens. Not in a bad way—in the way it does when something hits a nerve you didn’t know was still exposed. I take the notebook and sign it carefully.

“You know,” she says, voice quiet, “I get nervous talking to people too. But I think you’re really brave. I like that you don’t try to be loud just to fit in. You make me feel like that’s okay.”

I blink fast. It’s not the kind of compliment I get. It’s not about speed or podiums or stats. It’s about me. The parts I’ve always kept hidden because the world made me feel like they were wrong. I smile—genuinely this time—and crouch a little so we’re eye level.

“Thank you,” I say softly. “That means more than you know.”

Her face lights up like I just handed her a trophy. We take a photo. I sign her hat. She hugs me before I even have time to react—but I don’t mind. Not even a little. As I walk away, I feel lighter. Like the weight pressing on my shoulders loosened just a little. Maybe I’ll always be the quiet one. The misunderstood one. But to that one girl? I was seen. And that’s enough.

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The moment I cross the line, the radio explodes.

“P1, YN! That’s P1! You did it! You absolutely nailed that last stint—what a drive!”

I don’t say much. I can’t. My throat is tight and my hands are shaking around the wheel. The pit wall is screaming, my engineer shouting through the static. The grandstands blur into one giant roar. I slow the car down and guide it into parc fermé, P1 board waiting. The marshals are waving, cameras already turned in my direction like hungry mouths. I sit still for a beat. The engine is off, the world is loud, but in my cockpit it’s just… quiet. Then I hear it—Max’s car pulling into P2.

“Let’s go,” I murmur to myself and start the slow climb out.

But my limbs feel heavy. Every emotion I’ve buried all year starts clawing its way to the surface, and I’m suddenly not sure if I’ll make it over the halo without falling flat on my face. And then—there’s a hand. Max, already out of his car, standing beside mine like it’s the most casual thing in the world. He holds his hand out without a word. Just a look that says, Yeah, I know. Take it. I take it. He helps me out of the car, firm but unshowy. As soon as I hit the ground, I sway a little, overwhelmed—but I don’t fall.

He leans in, dry as ever. “You know you’re supposed to breathe when you win, right?”

I huff out something between a laugh and a sob. “I’ll try next time.”

Our helmets clink together briefly as we hug—quick, tight, familiar—and then he nudges me toward my team. They’re already there—Red Bull crew surrounding me, cheering, hugging, spraying water. I let myself fall into it for a moment. I smile, genuinely. I hug back. One of the engineers lifts me off the ground and spins me, and I let them. Because this is theirs, too. Ours. But just as the broadcasters and press start pushing through the sea of mechanics, I slip away—ducking behind the barrier, walking briskly toward the cooldown room before they can catch me.

I hear a few voices behind me—“YN, one word for Sky? Just a few seconds?”

I keep walking. The cooldown room is blissfully empty. Cold, quiet, white walls and a table with water and towels. I sit, press the bottle to my forehead, and finally breathe. No cameras. No questions. No pretending. Just silence. Just peace. Just… me. And for the first time in a long time, it feels like enough.

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The water bottle sweats in my hands, condensation dripping slowly onto my race suit. I haven’t said much since sitting down, and Max hasn’t asked me to. He’s lounging across from me on the other bench, head tilted back, eyes closed like he owns the room. His suit is halfway peeled down and his hair’s a sweaty mess, but he looks… content. Neither of us are fans of the overexposed post-race routine. The lights. The forced questions. The soundbites that get twisted a dozen ways before the sun even sets. So we sit here, in the eye of the storm, letting the world knock on the door without answering.

Max finally cracks an eye open. “You going to do the interviews?”

I lean my head back against the cool wall and sigh. “Eventually. Maybe. If they don’t forget I exist by then.”

He grins slightly. “You just won. They’ll send a SWAT team if you don’t come out soon.”

Before I can answer, the door opens — fast but tentative — and in walks Camille, my press secretary. She’s breathless. Her clipboard’s half tucked under her arm, and she looks like she’s been fighting off wolves outside.

“YN,” she starts, trying for calm but clearly begging on the inside, “I hate to interrupt, but they’re getting antsy. Sky, F1TV, everyone’s lining up. They want quotes, a soundbite—anything.”

I nod slowly. I expected this. It doesn’t make it any easier.

“I’m not doing the scrum,” I say. “Not the pen. Not the mixed zone.”

Camille looks like she wants to scream into a pillow. “Okay. Fine. What will you do?”

I glance at Max, who’s watching like it’s the most entertaining episode of Drive to Survive he’s seen all year.

“One interview,” I finally say. “That’s it.”

Camille’s already flipping through her mental rolodex. “Okay. Sky? F1TV? Maybe something for social? Martin Brundle is waiting and—”

“No,” I cut her off, gently but firm. “If I do one, it’s with Lissie. No one else.”

Camille blinks. “Lissie—Lissie Mackintosh from Sky?”

I nod.

“She’s the only one who doesn’t make me feel like I’m under a microscope,” I explain. “She’s kind. And she actually listens.”

Camille softens a little. “Okay. I can work with that. But they’ll push back.”

“Let them,” I shrug. “I don’t owe them anything else today.”

She studies me for a moment, then exhales and heads out, already dialing her phone as she goes.

The door shuts again, and I fall back into the silence like it’s a blanket.

Max raises a brow. “Lissie, huh?”

“She doesn’t try to make me a headline,” I reply.

Max gives a nod of respect. “Smart. Wish we all had a Lissie.”

I glance down at my fingers, still slightly trembling from adrenaline. “I just need someone who sees me.”

“You just won a damn Grand Prix,” Max says, standing and nudging my foot with his. “They’re gonna have to see you now, whether they like it or not.”

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yn's post race interview with lissie mackintosh- barcelona

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third person pov

YN steps down from the small stage, fingers tugging at the collar of her suit as if she’s trying to breathe easier now that the lights are off. She’s walking fast, already focused on making it back to the safety of the garage. She doesn’t see Oscar until she turns the corner, he is halfway through his own interview with a different outlet. He’s smiling—tired, but still upbeat—and when he spots her, his expression brightens like he’s been waiting for a chance to say something. Oscar turned to YN as she passed by.

“You should really be talking to the winner, huh?”

His voice is friendly. Joking. The kind of throwaway line that’s meant to show camaraderie, not pressure. YN pauses just for a second. She offers a small, polite smile—closed-lipped and barely there. No laugh. No response. Just a nod. And then she’s gone. Quiet steps, fast retreat.

Oscar watches her disappear down the corridor, his smile faltering slightly. His interviewer says something, but he doesn’t really register it.

“…Did I say something weird?”

He turns back to the camera, eyes a little more unsure. In the back of his mind, the question settles in— Does she just not like me? But the truth is simpler. And sadder. She doesn’t dislike him. She just doesn’t have room for warmth in the places where the world watches too closely.

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twitter!

f1gossipgirls : Race Winner, YN LN, only gave 1 two minute interview with @/skysports Lissie Mackintosh. Oscar Piastri who was P3 today, was also doing an interview when LN happened to walk by and made a joke to which YN just walked off. He then asked the interviewer if he said something wrong. Thoughts?

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username00 : imagine winning a race and still managing to have the personality of dry toast 😭 poor oscar was just being NICE

username22 : as someone who watched the full interview with Lissie — she was genuine and soft spoken. maybe what she needs is respect, not attention.

username08 : i love Oscar but this isn’t that deep. she clearly has boundaries and isn’t fake about it. that’s kind of refreshing.

username09 : she didn’t even thank the fans today. one interview and vanishes? okay ice queen 🧊

username17 : not her making Oscar second guess himself when he was literally just being sweet? i would NEVER recover.

username20 : this is why she’s boring. no charisma, no interviews, no interaction. i said what i said. 🥱

username30 : are y’all ignoring the interaction she had with a younger fan today?? she is such a sweetie, she is just camera shy.

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ynfromredbull : good shit.

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lissiemackintosh : Honored to have been the one to share part of this day with you. Congratulations again, YN! ✨

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username0 : i feel like max is the only one that understands her.

maxverstappen1 : good shit indeed.

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oscarpiastri : Insane drive today, YN. 💪🏻

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↳ username0 : oscar is much better than me bc id be a hater rn

alexalbon : can someone pls nerf the redbull team. i am tired.

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username10 : can y'all shut up now- she is literally taking pictures with fans.

↳ username0 : wowww one time in her whole career.

carlossainz55 : such a beast. congratulations yn

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I don’t like nights like this. Too many people. Too many lights. Too many eyes that don’t know me but swear they do. I don’t stop for cameras, I don’t pose, I don’t even slow down when someone calls my name. I just head straight inside the theater like I’m late for something, even though I’m not. I keep my eyes low, find the row I asked Max to save for me, and drop into the seat beside him with a quiet exhale. He glances at me, unimpressed but amused.

“Nice entrance. Scared three PR people on the way in.”

I almost smile. “Was aiming for five.”

He snorts, and just like that, I feel a little more human. Max has always understood the value of silence. He never pushes, never demands more than I can give. We talk a little—about the ridiculousness of the event, the car updates, the championship—but mostly, we just sit. It’s enough. Until I feel a shift. I don’t even have to look up. I can sense someone walking toward us with too much hesitation, like they’ve already decided I’m going to run. When I do glance up, I’m met with wide brown eyes and a nervous smile. Oscar.

“Hey. Sorry—YN? Can I talk to you for a second?”

Max raises a brow. I pause, heart twitching in my chest for reasons I don’t fully understand, and then I nod. I follow Oscar into the hallway, the noise of the event fading behind me like static. The lighting is dimmer here. Softer. Still too bright. He turns to face me, shifting on his feet like he’s rehearsed this five times already.

“I, um—did I do something to upset you?”

My stomach drops.

“What?”

“After the race. I made that joke and you just… walked off. And I get it if you’re not a fan of me or something, I just—” He laughs nervously. “I keep thinking I said something wrong.”

I blink. I want to laugh, but I don’t. Instead, I look down, ashamed.

“No. You didn’t do anything wrong.” My voice is quiet, barely above a whisper. “It’s not you. It’s just… me.”

He looks confused. Still gentle, though. Waiting. I don’t know why, but I want to explain—just a little.

“When I was younger, I lost someone. My dad. He was… my person. The one who made the noise of the world feel a little less loud. And after it happened, I kind of… shut off. I don’t like being watched. I don’t like being asked to smile when I don’t feel like it. I just… exist better in the quiet.”

Oscar doesn’t speak for a long moment. But his expression softens in a way that makes my chest ache.

“You don’t have to explain,” he says eventually. “But thank you for trusting me.”

I nod, throat tight. Then, a flicker of guilt. “And I’m sorry for walking off like that. You didn’t deserve it.”

He smiles, shy and genuine.

“So… you don’t hate me?”

That makes me laugh. Just once, but it’s real.

“No,” I say softly. “I don’t.”

There’s a pause, and for the first time since I got here, I feel something shift in my chest. A crack of light.

He nudges me lightly with his shoulder. “Cool. Friends, then?”

I think about it. About how hard it is to let people in. About how much it scares me.

Then I nod. “Yeah. Friends.”

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3 month time skip

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ynfromredbull : as my counterpart @/maxverstappen1 would say— these last few months have been simply lovely. 🏆💪🏻

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username0 : this caption is the most personality i’ve seen from her all season.

username14 : i can’t believe she is leading the wdc rn

maxverstappen1 : id sue for copyright infringement if i wasn’t so proud

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oscarpiastri : very artistic post yn

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↳ ynfromredbull : thank you mr. piastri

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f1gossipgirls : For the first time in her F1 career, YN LN has not walked into the paddock alone. She walked in with none other than Oscar Piastri himself. Not only did she walk in with him but the two stopped for the press multiple times and stopped to talk with fans. Many people say that this is the most they’ve seen her smile in her whole career. Thoughts?

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username00 : from Oscar “did I do something wrong?” to Oscar walking her in and making her smile… the arc is so insane

username15 : f1gossipgirls is finally being NICE about her. this is how powerful love is

username17 : i haven’t seen her this relaxed since she debuted. i’d cry if i wasn’t already crying.

username22 : this is NOT a drill. she SMILED. she TALKED. she STOOD STILL for the PRESS. what is happening

username0 : So now she wants the attention? Pick a side. Either be private or don’t.

username14 : she’s literally only tolerable when she’s standing next to a man. that’s so sad lol

username20 : i’m sorry but this whole “she’s just shy” thing got old last season. f1 drivers are public figures. she knew what she signed up for.

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It happens slowly. Like sunlight through tinted glass — warm but filtered, creeping in without permission. Oscar’s been around a lot lately. Not just in the paddock, where we’re both supposed to be, but everywhere in between. Track walks, post-race debriefs, long flights, short layovers, dinners in quiet towns we don’t name on social media. He’s become part of the background noise of my life, and for once, that doesn’t scare me.

I notice it when we’re sitting side by side in the sim room, not speaking, just existing. The silence between us feels easy now. Familiar. Like I don’t have to earn my space — I just have it. I notice it when he hands me a coffee before I’ve even asked, the way he always remembers I take it black with a splash of oat milk, no sugar. Or when he throws a hoodie at me because I always forget I get cold before FP3.

I notice it most on the plane ride. He’s asleep beside me, his head tilted toward me, headphones slipping. I’m staring at the clouds and thinking about how close I am to the title. Closer than I’ve ever been. I should be terrified. But I’m not. Because he’s here. And for some reason, that grounds me.

He mumbles something in his sleep and leans slightly toward my shoulder. I freeze. Not because I’m uncomfortable — but because I’m suddenly too comfortable. My heart stutters. It’s a dangerous thing, comfort. I’ve avoided it for years, convinced it would disappear the moment I reached for it. But Oscar—he never asked me to reach. He just stayed.

Now I’m sitting in row 8F of some transatlantic flight with a soft-voiced Aussie curled up next to me and a World Championship lead in my lap — and all I can think is... God, I might actually be in love with him. And that’s scarier than any press conference I’ve ever dodged.

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I could already feel the heat of the Monaco sun pressing down as we stepped out of the car. The walk to the paddock always felt long, even when it wasn’t. My palms were tucked into my jacket pockets, nerves dancing beneath my skin like they always did. But this time, I wasn’t alone.

Oscar walked beside me, chatting softly about absolutely nothing — the weather, the coffee at the hotel, the chaos of the Monte Carlo grid. I appreciated it. His voice was grounding. I didn’t have to say anything, and he didn’t expect me to.

I kept my eyes low, used to the flashes of phones and the buzz of people trying to get my attention. Normally, I’d keep walking. Fast. Direct. No room for error. But then I heard it.

“YN!”

It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t aggressive. Just… hopeful. I slowed down without thinking. Oscar noticed instantly and stilled beside me.

“You good?” he asked quietly.

I nodded. “Yeah. Just… give me a sec.”

I turned toward the barricade. A young fan was holding a poster of my car from Australia. I’d won that race. My name was scrawled across the sidepod in sharp lettering — a moment frozen in time I’d barely let myself process. I took the marker from their hand, signed it quickly but neatly.

“Thank you for today,” the fan said, eyes wide. “You’re… amazing. You’ve always been amazing.”

The words hit me somewhere in the chest I didn’t know was sore.

“…Thanks,” I said, almost too quietly. Then louder: “Thanks for saying that.”

They smiled like I’d handed them gold. I took one photo — just one. And then I stepped back beside Oscar, who gave me a subtle smile. Not too proud. Not too over-the-top. Just there. Solid. Steady. We weren’t even halfway through the paddock before a Sky Sports reporter called out.

“YN! Oscar! Over here?”

I froze.

Oscar looked at me. “Wanna skip it?”

I shook my head. “Just one.”

We walked over together. I didn’t say much — I never do — but I stood there. Present. Listening. And when they asked how I was feeling going into the weekend, the words came before I could edit them.

“Focused,” I said. Then, after a breath: “And a little less alone today.”

Oscar glanced at me out of the corner of his eye. There was a flicker of something soft there, something understanding. It felt… safe. When we finally reached the Red Bull garage, I exhaled for what felt like the first time in twenty minutes. I peeled off my jacket, tugged at the brim of my cap, and tried to disappear through the back. But Max was already leaning on the pit wall, headset half-on, watching me with that unreadable Verstappen face.

“You smiled,” he said, completely monotone. “Terrifying.”

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t start.”

He smirked just slightly. “I’m just saying… if you become media friendly, I’m going to have to be the difficult one now.”

“You already are,” I deadpanned.

Max laughed under his breath and tossed me a bottle of water. “You did good, LN.”

And for once, I let myself believe it.

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The world was quiet around us. The kind of hush that only existed in moments like this — between heartbeats, between stares. Monaco’s lights flickered just beyond the windows, gold threads pulling through navy silk. I could hear the sea in the distance. Oscar lay beside me, legs stretched across my duvet like he belonged here. He wasn’t touching me, not yet, but he was close enough that I could feel every inch of space between us — and it made my chest ache.

“You’re quieter than usual,” he said softly, barely above a whisper.

I turned my head toward him. “That’s saying something.”

He smiled, tired and tender. “Fair. Still true.”

I didn’t answer. Because truthfully, I was scared. This was all new. The closeness. The comfort. The way he looked at me like I wasn’t hard to figure out. Then he said it — no fanfare, no buildup, just a simple truth.

“I think I’m falling for you.”

It should’ve terrified me. But it didn’t. Not really. It cracked something open.

I stared at him, eyes burning, heart folding in on itself. “I think I already have,” I breathed, voice barely there.

The silence that followed was thick — not heavy, not awkward. Just real. He reached over, his fingers grazing mine so gently it made my skin buzz. It wasn’t a grab. It was an invitation. And for once in my life, I accepted. I laced my fingers through his and sat up, pulling open the drawer next to my bed. There was only one thing inside — an envelope. Worn at the edges, the flap taped down three times because I’d opened and closed it more than I should have. I handed it to him. His brows furrowed as he opened it slowly. The photo slipped into his hand.

Me, at six. All tiny teeth and wild hair, grinning up like the sun had never set. Standing next to a man in a racing suit. His hand was on my shoulder. The same eyes. The same smirk. My father. Oscar looked between the photo and me, and I saw the shift happen in real time — confusion to understanding to quiet reverence.

“That’s… is that who I think it is?” His voice cracked just slightly.

I nodded, swallowing hard. “My dad.”

I didn’t say his name. I didn’t need to.

“He died when I was eight. It was… it was violent. Sudden. One second he was there, and then he wasn’t. He was my safest place. My everything. After that, I… broke. I stopped talking for months. And when I started again, it was never the same.”

He didn’t move. Just stared at me like I was something delicate, like if he breathed too loudly I might fold in on myself.

“I never told anyone,” I continued, voice barely holding. “I didn’t want pity. I didn’t want to be treated like some ghost of his shadow. I wanted to be me. Just me.”

Oscar’s fingers tightened around mine — not too much, just enough to remind me I wasn’t alone anymore.

“You are,” he whispered. “You’re everything.”

I looked at him then, and for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel like hiding.

“I think he’d like you,” I said, smiling through the burn in my throat.

Oscar leaned in, resting his forehead against mine, and whispered back, “I like you more than I should.”

And in the soft glow of the Monaco skyline, wrapped in the quiet I used to fear, I finally let myself feel it all. Love. Safety. Peace. Him.

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username00 : MY QUEEN! CONGRATULATIONS YN.

username15 : gonna be insufferable about this for the next 40 years ok????

susie_wolff : YN has made history. I am forever proud of her.

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username30 : people doubted her, the press dragged her, and she STILL smoked them all. cold-blooded. we love a quiet assassin 💅

lissiemackintosh : I’ve seen your journey up close. You are everything this sport needs. Congratulations, champion. 💫

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oscarpiastri : No one more worthy. What a season, YN. 🏆🤍

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ynfromredbull : this is what it is all about. thank you all. it is an honor to be your 2025 world champ. i hope you grow to love me as much as i love all of you.

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We were far from everything — the noise, the cameras, the endless headlines. Just a small coastal town somewhere in Portugal, sun-drunk and slow, the kind of place where people didn’t care about championship points or last names. Oscar and I had spent the day walking through sleepy markets, eating too much gelato, and laughing at nothing. Now, the two of us lay tangled together on the bed in the little apartment we rented, the linen sheets kicked down to our ankles and the windows cracked open to let in the salt-kissed night air. His hand rested on my stomach, thumb drawing slow circles over the hem of my shirt. The world outside our window was quiet, but my mind wasn’t. Not tonight.

“I want to do it,” I said into the stillness.

He turned his head, his voice a low murmur against my temple. “Do what?”

I hesitated, even though I already knew he’d understand. He always did.

“The interview. I want to finally say it. Talk about… him. All of it.”

Oscar sat up slightly, enough to look at me properly. “You’re sure?”

I nodded, throat tight. “It’s time. I’ve hidden behind the silence for so long. And I don’t want to anymore.”

He searched my eyes, then gently tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. “You don’t owe anyone your pain, you know. You don’t have to justify who you are.”

“I know,” I whispered. “But I want to tell the story. My story. People have made it for me for so long — all the gossip, the assumptions. I’ve let them believe I’m cold or arrogant or just awkward. But the truth is…” I swallowed. “The truth is, I’m just someone who lost the one person that made the world feel safe.”

Oscar’s hand found mine under the sheets, his fingers warm and steady.

“I think he’d be proud of you,” he said softly. “For everything. For surviving. For being brave enough to do this now.”

I blinked hard, staring up at the ceiling to stop the tears from spilling.

“I miss him so much, still. Every day. Sometimes I think that little girl in the paddock died with him — the one who used to talk to everyone, who smiled without thinking about it.”

He pulled me into his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “That girl’s still in there. I see her every time you light up after a race. Every time you laugh when you think no one’s listening. You’re still her. Just… grown, and stronger.”

I breathed him in — the cologne I’d come to associate with safety and something close to peace.

“Will you be there? When I do it?” I asked quietly. “When I finally say his name?”

“Every step,” he said without hesitation. “Always.”

And in that moment, with his arms around me and the stars blinking somewhere above the rooftops, I knew I wasn’t alone anymore.

Not in the silence. Not in the truth. Not ever again.

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‘hey lissie— its yn. i want to do an exclusive interview with you. if you’re willing.’

’omg hey champ— obviously id be willing to. where do you need me?’

’my house. next week? i can send a plane your way.’

’ill be there. i am honored, yn. truly.’. 

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world champion, yn, sharing her truths from her home in monaco with lissie mackintosh - 1/2/2026

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ynsenna : i’ve spent most of my life trying to be quiet enough not to be noticed. not because i didn’t have anything to say—but because grief took the words from me before i ever had the chance to speak.

this season changed my life. not just because of the results, but because i finally stopped running from the part of me that hurt the most. my father was everything to me. and losing him the way i did shattered something i didn’t know how to rebuild—until recently. the truth is- i’m proud to be his daughter. but i’m also proud of the woman i’ve become, entirely on my own.

to those who’ve seen me when i couldn’t see myself—thank you. to the ones who stayed kind even when i stayed quiet—you mean more than you know.

and to the person who reminded me i’m allowed to be loved, messy and whole—i love you.

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f1gossipgirl : YN just did an interview from her home with Lissie Mackintosh going into detail about her childhood and revealed that Ayrton Senna is in fact her father. She spoke about how her father’s tragic death left her emotionally shut her down for most of her life— and she chose silence as form of self protection. She led Lissie through a room in her house which held a large collection of her father’s helmets and trophy’s and she shared a few photos of them on her instagram today— which her new instagram handle is @/ynsenna. She also revealed in this interview that she is indeed dating Oscar Piastri. Oscar was behind the camera silently supporting her during the interview. Thoughts?

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username0 : i’m crying real tears. she carried the weight of that legacy in complete silence. absolute warrior.

username14 : Oscar being behind the camera and just silently supporting her???? marriage. immediately.

username20 : now it all makes sense. the silence, the eyes that always looked a little sad. she’s been carrying so much. proud doesn’t even begin to cover it.

username15 : she didn’t win the championship for the world. she won it for her dad and for the little girl who lost her dad. i’m not okay.

username17 : everything about this interview was raw and honest. we don’t deserve her but god do we respect her.

username30 : the fact she said nothing for years and let people think the worst of her, just to protect herself?? she’s not cold. she’s human. and she deserves peace.

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oscarpiastri : proud to know you. proud to love you. you are the strongest human i know. you made him proud, sweetheart.

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The interview with Lissie had gone live less than twelve hours ago. I’d barely blinked since then. I was curled up on my couch, hoodie three sizes too big, hair in a bun, face completely bare. Oscar sat on the floor in front of the coffee table, his back leaning against the couch between my legs. I absentmindedly ran my fingers through his hair while he scrolled through TikTok with the volume low. My phone buzzed every five seconds on the table, but I ignored it. Oscar didn’t ask questions. He just stayed. And he was quiet in that way that felt like peace.

The soft hum of city traffic below filled the silence until—

BANG. BANG. BANG.

Someone was knocking on my door like it owed them money. Oscar and I both jolted.

“Are you expecting someone?” he asked, twisting to look at me.

“No—wait. Shhh. Listen.”

BANG BANG BANG.

Then—“YN! OPEN UP! YOU OWE US A DAMN EXPLANATION!”

That voice. That unhinged tone.

“Oh my god,” I whispered. “Is that—Max?”

Oscar looked up at me. “Should I get the bat?”

I was still laughing as I padded to the door, the sound of voices growing louder.

“Carlos, stop pressing the buzzer, it’s annoying.”

“She’s probably ignoring us—”

“She probably moved to Brazil, bro.”

“Shut up, George.”

“YN, IF YOU DON’T OPEN THIS DOOR I’M GETTING THE SPARE FROM CHRISTIAN!”

I opened the door. And immediately got hit with a wave of chaos. Max was at the front like the ringleader. Behind him stood Charles, Lando, Carlos, Pierre, Yuki, Lewis, George, and Alex, all staring at me like I’d just casually announced I was royalty.

“Hi,” I said blandly.

“‘Hi’?! That’s all we get?” George sputtered.

Max shouldered his way in first, eyes wide. “You—YOU—” He pointed at me. “Are Senna’s daughter and you didn’t tell anyone?!”

“I told Oscar,” I mumbled, leaning against the door frame.

“Yeah, okay, Oscar gets a free pass,” Lando said dramatically, waving a hand as he walked in. “Since he is the boyfriend.”

“I can’t believe you’re his,” Pierre said, mouth open as he stared around the apartment.

Yuki beelined for my kitchen. “Do you have snacks?”

Carlos gave me a look that was half stern, half soft. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

Lewis stepped forward, eyes kind. “You didn’t have to. But… damn. That was powerful, YN.”

“Yeah,” Charles agreed, nodding slowly. “I cried, but that might’ve been the wine.”

The room was buzzing. Full of movement, questions, half-jokes, too much cologne, and disbelief so thick I could feel it crackling in the air like electricity. And yet, through it all, I just… Chuckled. I mean — this was my life now? Eight world-class athletes pacing my apartment like it was a race strategy debrief while Oscar, my boyfriend, my soulmate, looked like he wanted to protect me from the emotional onslaught with nothing but a throw pillow.

Max stared at me. “What’s funny?”

I smiled — wide and honest. “You guys are all losing your minds in my living room. Like I’m a unicorn or something.”

George raised a finger. “To be fair, you are. We just didn’t know it.”

Lando turned toward Oscar. “You knew. You absolute sneaky bastard.”

Oscar held up his hands, all innocence. “She told me. I didn’t say anything. Not even in the group chat.”

“I’m so proud of you, and also I hate you,” Pierre muttered, clapping Oscar’s shoulder.

And then — without warning — Max said, “Alright, that’s it. Everyone shut up.”

I blinked. “What—”

He lunged. Then Lando. Then Charles. Then George. Before I could even think to protest, I was being dragged into a ridiculous, suffocating, all-limbs, too-many-colognes, full team group hug. My face was squished between Max’s shoulder and Pierre’s head. Oscar laughed and wrapped his arms around all of us from the outside.

Someone yelled, “We’re proud of you!”

Someone else yelled, “She’s a Senna but she’s our YN!”

And I think it was Alex who shouted, “WE LOVE YOU, WORLD CHAMP!”

I couldn’t breathe. Not from the pressure of the hug — from the feeling of it all. Acceptance. Support. Love. After years of walls, of silence, of solitude, it all rushed in like the wave I didn’t know I’d been bracing for. And I let myself sink into it. Maybe, just maybe, I didn’t have to carry the legacy alone anymore.

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An old feeling (and obsession) | In-oh x Fem!Player!Reader | PT1

Summary: In-oh always thought the ones who ended in the games were nothing but parasites of society. But then he meets you and he starts to feel something he thought he would never feel again.

Warnings: S2 Spoilers - Canon violence - May be OOC - Slight!Obsess In-ho - Player 095 lives!! - Anxiety - Sad!Reader - Soft moments

Notes: Mixed two requests!! Honestly I think these two fits perfectly.

Divided in two parts but you dont need to read this one to read the other -

PT 2

Asks: 1 - 2 -

In-ho was not sure when or how you ended in his mind, passing from being just another face from the games, another piece for the system he had worked for years now. To being somehow important to him.

Maybe it was because you reminded him of himself when he first joined? All lost and confused but also showing a strong determination to survive?

Or maybe it was something even deeper, how you made him feel human and not just "The Front Man" , how you managed to awake feelings on him he thought he had become impossible to feel.

When did it start ?

"Uh, In-ho was it?" A voice that at first did not ring a bell to him. He looked at you a calm look on his face, he saw you offering him your own milk.

"I saw you giving this to player 222 and I dont really like milk so, here. You also saved our team back then" You said offering him your own milk and mentioned how he had moved his leg to make Gi-hun get the last kick.

He took it already thinking on why would you do this. He had a reason at least, a valid one in his opinion. But you ? Why would you give him your own food to him ? Someone who was alright, who was not carring a life.

"Are you sure? This may be the only food we get" He asked truly curious to understand your thinking.

But you just gave him a smile, a honest one. One that he had forgot he could get too inmmersed in his role.

"Im sure, besides its going to be more help to have someone like you well feed than me" You responded then turned around and went back next to Jun-hee who was getting sleepy no wonder after all the stress.

One thing that was clear, you were kind, and by what you said you were not stupid, but you still needed to think on yourself first.

He promised not to drink the milk but later as the lights were turned off he did. Thinking about you, he tried to remember if by luck he had read your file or how you acted on green light red light. But his mind could not find an answer, it would go back to the small exchange from earlier.

And he would find his heart beating just a bit faster.

~○~○~○~○~○~○~

The next day came, all players were a mix of nervous and excited for the next game. The guards as always made them walk the maze made of stairs and into the main arena.

"What game do you think its going to be?" Your voice filled his hears as you walked besides him. You kind of felt his presence as a protective one. Even if at first he had voted to continue playing. After listening the reason of why he was here on the first place you could not blame him. Your empatic attitude made you just feel bad for him and now you wanted to make up to him. Even if you never disrespected him.

In-ho felt your presence endaring, like you grounded him and took him back to how he used to be and feel.

A fear started to install inside him because of that, he did not want you to change in consequence of the games, like it happened to him.

"This may be mingle" the voice of Jung-Bae cut the train of thoguhts from In-ho.

It was Mingle, he knew it

"Like the game where we formed teams and hugged each other as kids?" You wondered now your attention on Jung-Bae who nodded back at you. 

"Well, I believe they wont make us hug each other" The cold voice from Gi-hun came along as the three of you and the rest of the group went up to the circle platform.

"If we need to form teams then we may end separated" You said as the platform started to spin making you lose sense of space and instinctively  went to take someones hand.

That just happened to be In-ho.

You blushed and went to quietly let go when he took your hand back giving it a firm grip, he did not look in your direction (something you thanked since your face was on fire) but you did give him a soft shake back.

"10"

The panic went in, your team still needed one more, luckly Dae-ho acted quick and took a player that was frozen in place and screamed at the rest to run to one of the doors.

Then all of you ran towards one door opening it and going inside, between the chaos In-ho never let go of your hand only when the door lock was secured he let it go giving you a look then looking away.

His heart was beating fast. He had made these games, even played before and yet he was feeling worry over you. Why? You were not supposed to be special. But when he felt your hand and looked to see your confused and scared face something in his heart hurt, he could not leave you like that.

He could not be cruel with you.

The next rounds followed each one making you more stressed specially when you almost lose Young-mi during the last round.

"Are you alright?" You asked her, voice full of worry.

She just nodded being a bit pale "Thank you, you pushed that other aside, if it wasnt for you..."

"Dont mention it" not only because thinking that you caused the death of someone else was a brutal hit for your moral, but because the fear you felt for her in these last moments made you want to vomit thanks to how nervous and desesperated you were.

You did not ever think about the other player when you went for her.

You walked slowly like a zombie till you felt a shadow over you, it was In-ho.

"Are you alright?" He asked, you two got separated last round and he (even if he wont tell you) was worried you would be one of the numbers mention as eliminated.

"Im fine, last round was a lot" You responded giving him a tired smile getting on the platform again.

He followed not beliving you but not saying anything for a few seconds.

"Stay besides me, next round may be the last one" He spooke to you not leaving room for another option.

"What makes you say that?" You wondered, too lost to even try and reason how many rounds were left or how many you already played. The only thing you could see was the blood on the ground.

"We are 126 standing and there is only 50 cabins, if they want to put pressure on us by losing others then this is the right moment" He explained making you purse your eyelash at that.

"Then how many would-"

"Two, two for each door" He was quick to answer. He looked at you directly to your eyes. It seemed that the spin stopped for him, he was lost in your eyes for a second getting suck by them. His heart felt heavy and he felt that need again,  the need of protecting you.

"Stay by my side for the next round" He said again extending his hand to you "Take my hand and dont let go, I doubt the others wont get desesperated and will end palying dirty"

Before you reached his hand you went towards Gi-hun and Jung-Bae who were also talking about what number would be said next.

"Two" you cut them off getting a look from them "Just listen, its going to be two, I cant explain but I need to ask you two for something. One of you please take Young-mi with you, please im begging" You asked them almost in tears not having time to process last round and your actions.

Gi-hun the one from the pair who had already played could imagine what could have happened and he nodded giving your shoulder a firm grip. "We wont leave her" He promised you.

You thanked them again and went back besides In-ho who this time took your hand in his without saying or asking anything.

"2"

The moment the voice announced the number In-ho ran with you, his hand holding yours in iron fist.

He would be dammed if he lost you among the crowd.

Most rooms were getting occupied, In-ho searched till he saw one.

"There, the yellow door" He screamed at you pushing you first into the room then just as a player was going in getting them out of the way.

However things did not end once inside.

In-ho looked over his shoulder as he tried to held the door and prevent anyone from entering.

"Shit" He cursed. He saw you froze in place looking at other player who was just as shocked as you.

"W-we got here first" The player sutter at you who only watched him, the sound of your heart filling your ears and the screams from outside.

"Hold the door" In-ho ordered in a very comanding voice pushing you and going towards the player, he reduced him starting to choke him. "Close your eyes" He said to you once he noticed you were looking over your shoulder at him.

No. He could not let you see him like this.

You did as told and closed your eyes forcing yourself to block what was happening around you.

I wanna go home, fuck I wanna get out of here.

The sound of a crack and then the alarm indicating time was off got you out of your mind. You let yourself fall against the wall near the door trying not to look over the dead body in the room.

"Hey, hey (Y/N) look at me" In-ho implored trying to bring you back.

"I- I wanna go home In-ho" You told him now crying, whatever bravery you had was crushed right there.

Much like his own heart.

He pulled you against him in a hug, letting you cry on his chest, he felt you shaking and hugged you thighter caressing your hair.

There was no way he would leave you here after this.

"Shh, shh it passed. We are ok, just breath now" He tried to calm you down

"What if the others-"

"Im positive they made it" He said even if he could not really tell you that. "Focus on yourself now, focus in my voice alright? You are ok, you are safe"

"Dont let me go please" You pleaded him holding his track-suit with force.

"Never"

And he intendeed to do that.

~○~○~○~○~○~○~○

After the tie of the voting he could see you were one step of breaking down. He could not take on how empy your eyes looked now, how you would shake from time to time, probably from the recent events.

He also took notice on how you havent touch your food at all.

Slowly he went towards you taking a seat besides you, not too close or too far.

"You need to eat" He started but got a shake from you.

"I feel like I will throw up anything if I try to eat now"

"Even if thats the case, give it a try you will need the streght"

"Why?" You asked finally looking at him "Why did we tie? Why does they want to keep playing after all of this?"

In-ho went quiet at your question, he could not give you an answer. Honestly maybe there was no answer to it, greed ? malice ? desesperation ? Anything could be the reason.

"I dont have a answer for that" He finally talked seeing how your face fall even more.

"But I can assure you something" He added "Look at me" He ordered softly and you did as told "I will assure your safety" He promised

You gave him one smile, one that did not reach your eyes.

"You cant assure that...but thanks. Thanks for protecting me in the last game and for what happened during last round..."

"You dont have to remember that" He said afraid you were going to see him different now

"No. Thank you" You cut him, looking at his face seeing the small suprise he got. "I know I should feel bad and god I do feel bad but, but you did it so we both could survive, thank you. I want you to know I dont see you any different from how I saw you before"

He did not respond to you, did not react at all. His mind was working like crazy, thinking how he could get you out.

How was he going to keep playing these games and using Gi-hun. How, when his heart now beating because of you. Because of how you saw him, how your eyes kept following him and how you expressed your thoughts.

Gradually he got closer to you, he moved in slow motion to not scare you, till he could pass his arm around your shoulders and pull you against his side. The two of you stayed there in silence for a few minutes each with their own thoughts, but In-ho had a strong objective now.

Protect you till the end.

[jammiesjars]

MDNI

Warnings: Accusation of Infedelity, heavily unedited writing (wrote this in a power outage in my notes app xx), fingering, eating pussy, dirty talk, dumbification if you squint REALLY hard.

One message is all it took for you to spiral.

Outrage was an understatement. A month, a single month, into Price’s deployment you had recieved a message from an unknown number. They insisted of Price having an affair with his so-called ‘receptionist.’ Being his wife, you didnt believe it. You and John had been married for years now. He wasnt that kind of man! (You hoped.)

Weeks passed and wheels start turning. Seeds of doubt had started digging into you. The late nights he had stayed at base before his deployment, only sending as much as a quick text of ‘Be home late. Dont wait up.’ Or the necessary secrecy between what happens at his job or deployment were starting to plant ideas in your head you wouldnt have ever had if not for that message. Youre being worn down, and its killing you. Its not like you could ask him; being thousands of kilometres away without any time to do as much as glance at his phone.

So the emotional resentment grew. You find yourself wondering how he could do this to you, crying in your empty home that housed the both of you not long ago. Before you even come to terms with it, Youve packed your bags and lawyered up, letting your resentment fester for far to long without any outside input.

On the third month of Prices deployment, you drive yourself up to base with one intention; leave the divorce papers on his desk to find when he comes back and to leave without confrontation.

Security on base knows you as ‘Price’s missus’ by now, offering a small wave and a smile as you walk by and into your husbands office. You put the papers on his desk, that frustration and hurt bubbling up all over again. He has your wedding photo framed on his desk and it only hurts more. What did you do to deserve this?

You turn to go, heading back towards his door when you hear muffled laughter and the sounds of gear being unzipped and dumped from down the hallway. Theyre back. You pick up the pace, praying you can slip out before he gets close enough to notice. You reach for the door handle, but the door opens before you can even grasp it.

Shit.

And there he is, your eyes drinking in the sight of the awfully more rugged version of your husband; beard outgrown and messy with tired eyes that light up at the sight of you.

That light dies as soon as sees just how mad you look.

“So youre telling me, one message is all it took to lose all fucking faith?” Price practically growls, fingers rubbing at his temples. Hes sat in his chair with you on the other side of his desk, just as furious. “Everything makes sense! The staying late at base, the short messages and lack of updates when your deployed!” You hiss, frustration bubbling over making anything small seem huge.

Price takes a deep breath, a futile attempt to calm his temper. “The shit I deal with doesnt sleep. Theres reasons i stay back that you will never know, love. The law itself, wont let me tell you. Same goes for messages. Im sorry i dont have the time to let you know im okay when im deployed, god knows i wish I did.” He scowls, his gaze so heated and intense that you almost look away despite your own fury.

“And what about this receptionist huh?”

Your tone has changed, soft and shaky. vunerable.

Price’s expression softens, but he doesnt say a word, simply rounding his desk to pluck you out of your own chair and putting you down in his office chair. He sinks to his knees in front of you, hands rested on your thighs. Blue eyes peer up at you, sickeningly sincere. “Love, I dont interact with her unless necessary. This isnt some romance movie bullshit.” Your heart is working overtime, lips parted as guilt bubbles. “You- you understand where my doubt is coming from, though…right? Everything lined up perfectly, and-“

Price simply tuts. “We’ve talked about that pretty little head of yours overthinking too much, havent we?” You freeze, throat drying. You nod. “Answer me, sweetheart.”

“Yes-“ you croak. “We have.”

Price grunts in approval, his hands now running up and down your thighs.

“Have you been feeling neglected, hm? Is that it? My sweet wife needs some attention?” Price rumbles, his large, calloused hands that have been marked by countless battles now playing with the hem of your skirt.

“You’ve got my attention now, luvie. No need to play these stupid games with me.”

Your mind is already growing hazy; your husbands words making you almost want to forget about this whole incident. A finger hooks onto the waistband of your panties, bringing you back to the moment.

“Stupid games? John i was prepared to divorce you-“ he shushes you, dragging your underwear down your thighs, then your calves and over your shoes before slipping them into his pocket. A cheeky smile graces his face. stupid muttonchops.

“Must’ve left you alone for far too long then, if you were willing to take it this far.”

He slings your legs over his impossibly large shoulders, making you squeak as your pulled forward on the chair.

“Wouldve come home and fucked those stupid thoughts straight out of your head if i had known you were having doubts about my loyalty, sweetheart.”

He presses a messy kiss to your clit, making you gasp. He grumbles something incoherent (“Me? Cheat? Silly girl.”), before licking a long stripe up your neglected cunt, causing your hips to buck. The taste of you after going months without has price groaning into your heat. He eats like a man starved, a mix of desire to prove his loyalty and that he finally gets to taste his wife after being away for so long.

Hes fuming, really. Toward you? No.

Towards whatever stupid bastard sent you that message. He’s glad you didnt notice him slip your phone in his pocket, because he knew you’d be against him hunting the fucker down. You just need a distraction to keep that pretty little head thinking too hard. And he’ll give you just that.

“Oh, my poor sweet wife…” He grunts, before sucking on your clit with a renewed fevor. He pulls off with a lewd pop, two thick fingers replacing his previous ministrations. You’re squirming in his office chair, mind hazy and hips bucking.

“Thinkin’ I was out here cheating on ya’… you know better, love.” He tuts.

His fingers curl so nicely into that spongey spot that makes you see stars. “M sorry-“ you’d slur, “I didnt believe it when I first saw the message I promise-“ you gasp as price presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing in small tight circles.

“Lovie, you stormed in here with divorce papers. Dont tell me you didn’t believe it.”

Your head tilts back as you pant, small gasps slipping past your lips.

“There we go.” Price coaxes, his fingers picking up their pace.

“Wouldnt even cross my mind to look at another woman when my gorgeous girl looks like that as I stuff her cunt full of my fingers.” He coos, watching your face intently as your release crashes down; intense enough to make you writhe and moan.

Price pulls his fingers from you, licking them clean before getting up off his knees. Your throat runs dry, bracing for whats to come even as you grapple your bearings. You’re mentally preparing for Price to be dissapointed, upset with you, maybe even mad.

He analyzes your expression, leaning back against his desk. His eyes scrape over your small form sat in his chair.

“Im not upset, love. That pretty little head of yours had months to overthink that message without a voice of reason.”

Price tilts your chin up.

“Lets just not have to do this again, hm? Then i’ll be mad.”

Its sounds like a threat, but it isnt. Price knows he’ll always be there to talk his beloved wife down from the edge.

[kyri45]

✨ShadowPeach Bio Parents Bio AU Q&A! 16/10✨

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~

Anonimo ha chiesto: i absolutely adore your shadowpeach bio-parents au comics they flow really nicely from post to post, and i looove the balance between angst & fluff i feel as if with shadowpeach, its always either angst or fluff- no inbetween, but somehow you've found a really nice mixture of both thanks for singlehandedly keeping me in the LMK fandom haha

Thank you! Fluff and angst keep going around each other like a microwave ahah

Anonimo ha chiesto: So like with mks monkey form does he have to deal with shedding during summer I think it would be funny if macaque and Mk got fluffier during winter. Wukong wouldn't complain about a fluffy macaque though probably like sleeping with the best plushy.

Oh man I think they do indeed haha. Pigsy would scold MK bc he keeps finding fur hair everywhere in the house

Anonimo ha chiesto: You seem like someone who knows a lot about the LMK fandom, so I must ask where does the idea of Princess Iron Fan and Macaque being sworn siblings come from? Like, is it from JTTW, and im just not aware of it, I'm still trying to learn as much as I can, and I need to actually read the book. The fact that people assume I know a lot about the fandom is so hilarious (not in a mocking way, I'm just very surprised) bc like- I watched the whole show in 1 day, speedwatched Overly sarcastic production recap of JTTW and read half of the book in a week. All of this in July. That's everything that I know from the fandom.

I think it's an headcanon. in JTTW Wukong, Macaque and DBK are all part of the brotherhood so.

Anonimo ha chiesto: First off I LOVE your comic but I have the animal autism and wanted to share some Monkey facts: monkeys don't sweat like humans do they mostly sweat on the palms and feet, areas they have no fur. For overheating monkeys mainly seek shade staying under trees , increase respiration (panting), seeking water sources. Also some species might shed for a thinner coat during summer. Sweating is an exclusively human thing and why humans have been so successful humans are persistent hunters. We would often follow herds for miles waiting for them to tire and overheat while sweating keeps us perfectly cool. Humans are also the only animal to blush. Lol Again no hate love the comic I love me some Flustered blushing gay monkeys. I just have the animal autism and wanted to info dump.

Thank you for the animal fact dump! Those were actually super interesting facts!

@draxeanlxia ha chiesto: Hey question that I have no idea if you already answered but how old is MK in your BIO Parents AU? I know people (usually) believe him to at least 18 due to China’s minimum driving age but others believe him to in his early 20s. Also Mac in your AU said was ‘grown ass man’ during the baby arc. So in your AU, how old is MK?

So. in the AU he's 21 y/o. Meaning that when he arrived to Pigsy door they saw him and went "yeah, he looks around 2/3" and from then they counted on. Buut there's also the thing that he looks a little younger than that age. I wont say anything else.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Who your Favorite Lmk character??

mmmmmmm... MK bc he's monkey now. Before season 4 probably Macaque or Wukong. But I have a "thing" for characters discovering they are actually a different species and slowly gaining new/different body features bc of that, so when I saw him flickering at the end of s4 I flew to a different universe. Literally the whole reason this AU exist is because I would die for this trope

Anonimo ha chiesto: What inspired your Human Wukong & Mac designs? Mostly because my brain looks at Macaque and thinks “Cranky middle aged pirate” meanwhile Wukong’s is “That chill gay uncle” (this is based off of purely looks by the way)

Macaque is drama queen so of course he would wear a trenchvoat during fall. plus he's old inside and outside bc of all Wukong bullshit. Wukong is your friendly neighbour who lives in a sketchy house and survives on peach sodas and chips (oh wait that's just canon Wukong.)

ainnur ha chiesto: You know I like how Wukong in your comic just compare something hot with Laozi's furnace. Like with spicy food and time he help MK created the weapon. Mk: You know Wukong you mention Laozi's furnace a lot. Must really tough 49 days for you... Wukong:Yeah worst 49 years *eating peach* Mk: Can tell- wait- years..? Wukong: Yeah a day at heaven is like one year here or so..Do the math, bud *continue to eat the peach* Mk:.... what..? Wukong just casually and accidently recall his trauma because he thought it never effect him like his other trauma. Also the brotherhood have 49 years to help him but they didn't do anything. "Yeah because normally you would rush into my rescue"

Thank you for giving me this traumatic info I didn't know about. Now I will never look at Wukong the same (why did my boy have to suffer so much)

Anonimo ha chiesto: Macaque: I think I'm in love with Wukong . . . Any thoughts. Chiyou: and prayers you're going to need them.

me too bitch, the fuck

@mirror-queen226 ha chiesto: I agree about the last ask you posted (about Wukong surely wearing a dress on a date), and I just couldn't help but say my own headcanon too (with a little bit of knowledge about the ancient times that Wukong was just a child on the jttw and lmk): I dunno if you agree but okay. Honestly, both Wukong and Mac/Mihou (like i usually call him) does not care about clothes, if they feel comfortable with them, be it for woman or man, they'll wear it, especially Wukong though, I feel like he'd act like a famous diva in a on a runway showcasing new high-class clothes from Victoria Secret, Channel, or something, whilst Mac is much more discreet but not too far from that too. And considering Wukong was wearing WOMAN clothes when he was in the brotherhood in the season 4 lmk flashback, it just made me believe in that headcanon even more :) Also, I am really loving your au, it's just so perfect the way you develop every character slow and patiently, keeping their personalities untouched, not changing but instead expanding and showing them a bit more, how they are really trying to improve (Wukong and Mihou in this case) and how satisfying it is to see. I always rush to see the new updates you post about the Biodads au every time i see too, and honestly, one of the 5 best au's ever, you draw so good too, it's adorable! That's all I wanted to say, have a nice day, drink water and take care of your health! 🥰🥰🥰

Yeah true! Like they are shapeshifter, they wouldn't care what species they are, even less the perceived gender norms

Anonimo ha chiesto: Little question, while the monkeys where at Chiyou's forge, shadowpeach where still sleeping together or not?

They were all sleeping in sleeping bags on the floor (but they all were close to each other.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Generally curious what you think would have happened if MK had not been woken up and the stone wasn't broken what do you think would have happen. would he had grown up on FFM?

Aww he probably would have been raised by Wukong. I don't know if that's a good or bad thing.

@wolfsonic ha chiesto: I have question! Does Rumble and Sabage have sentience in your stories? Like, do they have their own personalities like MK clones do? If yes, what do they think of WuKong and MK? Also, will we see more of them? Cause I'd love Mk to meet them when he wasn't stuck as a cub and not remember.

Yeah I think they have a littel bit of personalities. They like both MK and Wukong, but would also do prank on him.

Anonimo ha chiesto: I think I won't say I'm in love from Hercules fits macaque very well

The little monkeys are the muse doing backup choir

Anonimo ha chiesto: Can we see what a courtnapping room typically looks like?

Courtnapping rooms are made specifically for the courted one, so they are all different. Basically, the room should include everything the courted person would need to live comfortable and also a collection of things they like / to pass the time /love.

It must show that the person courtnapping them is able to provide, care and protect for them. And also knows what makes them happy.

So it can be a huge castle full of jewerly and elegant clothes/ornaments or just a cozy room with some chips and video games.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Is LBD going to be a topic in your au again ?

maybe

@wolfasketch ha chiesto: We need MK interacting with his new found Auntie and Uncle please(we also new to see Red being flustered by MK while his parents are around and PIF being like "Ooohhhh")

We are VERY luky Red Son and MK didn't grew up together or we would have thier parents playing love-matching with them while they are toodlers

Anonimo ha chiesto: could we possibly get a traffic light trio and shadopeach grooming train at some point, i would love to see some bonding time between them all <3 and i would love to see mk grooming redsons hair since there's so much of it

Wait who would be the second person to be groomed? I assume RedSon hair are too hot to touch. (when he's flustered, at least)

Anonimo ha chiesto: So like how does Redsons hair/ fire work. Does it just feel warm to MK and Mei. Will it only burn/ hurt you if he doesn't trust you. Another note it must be nice having two fire demon friends during winter.

I think when he's relaxed, the hair is just- a little bit warm, then with his feelings and emotion it can go up to a bigillion degrees, so it's not harmful as long as he can control it.

[yandereend]

Yandere Househusband

The wedding

P. 2/?

TW : normal yandere stuff, dubcon, reader is into it?, Tyler talks about children, both are like 18 or 19

Btw English is not my first language so please keep that in mind

🩵Also thanks to everyone who wrote nice comments under the first post🩵

You sometimes watched those trashy shows about the bridezillas who were obsessed with their weddings and made everyones live hell. Like many people you hopped to never be in a situation like this. But here you were sitting besides your fiancé while he discusses flower arrangements, acting like a giant brat.

Is it so hard to put together bouquets with ALL pink flowers?!

Sir we dont have enough pink lillies for all your decorations. You should reconsider some of your choices-

I‘m surrounded by idiots!! My spouse wanted pink lillies so i don’t care if you don’t have them stocked!! Just buy them!

That would be even more expen-

Just do it !!!

And with that Tyler took your hand and you both exited the flower shop. It was almost comical how such a small thing could affect a grown man so much, but hey it’s his day. Tyler had a big pout on his face so that called for your attention and pampering.

Tyler don’t be upset.

But its our day my darling, everything should be perfect! We spend so much time picking out your (suit/dress/whatever you want its your wedding) and my suit. The flowers have to match or everything was for nothing my dear!

Not everything has to be perfect.

Oh yes it does! Have you never been on pinterest ?

That was the whole wedding planning in a nutshell , just an avid pinterest user placing together the wedding of their dreams( yandere style). Sometimes it was cute seeing Tyler being so invested in the wedding, other times it was more than annoying to cater to his perfectionism.

You also often thought about how quickly things progressed. I mean you just graduated high school and are already engaged and working for your fiancés father. Tylers father, Eric, was a great boss, you often wondered why people were scared of him. It’s just your nice father in law! Always explaining everything to you and hyping you up as the next in line of the family business. I mean you’re almost a part of it.

And Tylers mother, Ramona, was the same, always acting like she’s your real mother and caring for you. Not to mention Tyler himself. You were not suprised when he didn’t went out to look for a job or university, he always promoted the idea of a traditional family with you as the breadwinner in the center. And hey, his parents gifted you a house as an engagement gift, so its safe to say that you wont suffer in the presence of those saints.

At least that’s what you thought of them, little did you know that they were the reason why most of your friends cut contact and your family hardly called after you moved out. But hey who needs them anyways.

So while all these thoughts ran through your mind here you were, walking down the aisle with your father and finally seeing the man of your dreams in his perfectly tailored suit and styled hair, with tears in his eyes witnessing your beauty.

Your wedding vow was rather short but still packed with the love you felt for your husband. And after he put himself together, because of his happy tears, he read the most beautiful wedding vow you ever heard touching your heart and everyone else’s in the chapel. So when you finally get to put the rings on each other’s fingers you both stand up there with tears in your eyes.

And when you both finally unite in a grand kiss your fate was finally sealed. Tyler had you finally completely in his grasp, even if you didn’t realize it. And he,as well as his family, will never let you go. So enjoy your wedding party with your family and friends, you won’t get to see them any longer my dear.

Till death do you apart.

🩵Thanks a lot I hope you enjoyed it, I am planning on making this a series so please comment ideas for your life with your new husband 🩵

[sunnixsunshine]

*spritzes Sanji with a water bottle* Down boy down! Leave those love handles alone!

A big factor in Zoro’s inability to lose this last bit of weight months and months later is just the general fact that pregnancy changes your body :d his fat distribution is different is all. Also doesn’t help that he most likely experienced quite a lot of stress that just made things harder that first year Sora was born. He’s still just as strong, nothing’s changed in that department, he did regular exercises that got more and more limited until he physically couldn’t do those exercises anymore. His stretch marks will probably fade more within a another couple years but probably wont be gone entirely, just faint lines—also I thought itd be funny to give him a mullet. But also its for good reason. It’s a physical indication that he isnt really paying attention to his needs, hes either just ignoring them or paying too much attention to Sora’s needs, which is reasonable, shes a toddler. Eventually hes forced to get a haircut, hes gotten into a better habit of taking care of his hygiene—still bathes once a week but hey at least hes using actual soap now that isnt 4 in 1 or plain water.

I think his weight and physical appearance would be a sore spot because this man has been training rigorously since he was like 10. Hes always had a very fit, sharp, toned body. He fully expected to have that body back shortly after giving birth and when that didnt happen in true Zoro fashion he tried to speed run his bedrest to train only a week postpartum. It didnt work out obviously, hes still human, hes still a slave to his body’s limitations. I think that now that hes back with the crew and sees that theyre fine with his own eye, hes far less stressed, and collaborating on a good dietary plan with both Chopper and Sanji would eventually produce the physique Zoro would prefer having (Chopper keeps saying he’s perfectly healthy this way, hes not underweight or overweight, that this is a common aftermath with pregnancy, but noooooo Zoro wont listen and is insistent that he wants the rest of this weight gone tomorrow) which wouldnt be what it was like before. The closest I can think of would be a typical body that Ive seen many wwe wrestlers have which is apparently called an endomorph body type? Either way, his body has changed, he has to really learn how to accept that because obviously he doesnt think too highly of his physical appearance in the comic above.

Also I went ham and gave him a mole on his tiddie that tbh I think Sanji likes to kiss :) ^3^

Anyway heres a cute bonus doodle of daddy-daughter workout!

[listofwhyyouloveher]

Can you do an outsiders y/n where the gang's (separate) partner has face piercing e.g lip or eyebrow

Summary: The Gang with Reader with a face piercing. Warnings: none Author's Note: piercing my helix by myself at home with conservative parents, do you think they'd notice or do i have till next summer. PONYBOY CURTIS thinks your septum is sick, he loves how it ties your whole look together and how you always pick one that represents you perfectly. He'll pick out his favorite jewelry for you to wear on specific days and he likes picking out an outfit to match. He would probably not get a piercing like you, he's a little afraid of needles and doesn't think that they would look as cool as they look on you as him. JOHNNY CADE was genuinely intimidated by people with face piercings, he thinks that it's pretty brave to stick a needle through a part of your face. He loves your eyebrow piercing, he thinks its super cute and it makes your eyes stand out more, which he thinks are beautiful. He always likes to pick up little jewelry that you might like when it reminds him of you. For your birthday he got you (along with other thoughtful gifts) a pretty little floral eyebrow piercing bar with your favorite flower on it. SODAPOP CURTIS has always wanted a piercing but was turned down by Darry. Plus he's a little hesitant to piercing himself because he too is scared of needles and 'messing up his perfect face'. He kind of lives through you and admires your jewelry. He likes to pick out jewelry that would match your outfit and his outfit for you to wear. STEVE RANDLE thinks your lip piercing is so sexy and he tells you that all the time. He likes getting you jewelry that you can experiment with, something that's unusual and not some basic lip ring. You can tell he put effort into each detail because he explains his thought process behind it all. He thinks your piercings are part of your personality and would be really sad if your took them out without a distinct reason. TWO BIT MATHEWS has always wanted to be heavily pierced, (secretly, his mom would freak), but he has such a bad fear of needles. If you are actively piercing your face, he will be there, but he wont watch. He's suprised at how little you said it hurt, but that wont stop him from being super afraid of needles still. He likes seeing what you choose as your jewelry, all he does is find you a bunch that you might like. DARRY CURTIS is, suprise suprise, more conservative. He isn't exactly turned off by the piercing, but it certainly is new to him. He thinks the piercing is cute and suits you, so much so that he starts to realise that he can't imagine you without it. He doesn't involve himself much in your personal attire, but if you ask him to buy a piece of jewelry for you, he most likely will. DALLAS WINSTON thinks the piercing makes you look hot. He doesn't try to show it and he's constantly (gently) touching it, just to see how it works. He's starting to convince himself that he needs a piercing or something but he's scared it wont look as good on him as it does on you. He likes it when you wear jewelry that matches his dog tag or rings he thinks its a subtle act of affection, which he is best at.

[scentednuttragedy]

Close Enough to Burn - Caleb

Caleb (love and deepspace) x Reader | University AU | MDNI 18+

Contains: Angst to comfort, Heartbreak, Jealously, Mentions of body image issues, but nothing too serious, Caleb being a puppy, Cunnilingus, and ooo lots of worship (I think?).

What happens when some other girl comes to create chaos in your world? Find out! ;)

Word count: 3.4k

First Occurrence: The first spark

Friday party night and loud music but not loud enough to get in trouble, just enough people dancing in the living room talking too loudly and pretending they aren't half-stressed about the exams. Warm lights dingle from the ceiling as the smell of cheap beer and sweat engulfs your nostrils. You and Caleb arrived together, like you always do, childhood friends - practically siblings and no one bats an eye towards you both, like two halves of a memory too long stitched together. 

Caleb hands you a drink as soon as you take a seat on the couch, it's like a muscle memory, you don't even think twice before taking sips from it. You decide not to interact with anyone as you had been feeling low since morning and just came to party cause Caleb was going. 

You look around only to see him already drifted away into a group of friends, they're always new every time. 

“Caleb? From Mr. Castillo’s class right?” A feminine voice, almost too flirty, catches your attention as you eye them. You watch as they conversate, how she puts her hand on his shoulder as she laughs, he doesn't notice it, but you do. You tell yourself its fine, hes always been friendly and popular like this, its nothing new but you cant help but keep looking her way, the way her hair flow like silk, her face void of any flaw, how her lipstick is just the right shade, her pretty dress that just hugs her body perfectly and worse of it all, how confident she is, and it stings when you look down and see yourself in baggy clothes cause you weren't bothered enough to dress up. 

You slipped away before anyone could notice, the kitchen was quieter, dimmer and away from them. Maybe if you dont see them you wont think about them. You stare at the string magnets on the fridge, as you tell yourself - you're not mad, you're not jealous. 

“There you are pips, I've been looking for you” His voice pulls you out of your thoughts. You offer him a smile that's more of a habit than feeling truthfully. 

“I didn't want to get in the way” your voice dull of any emotion

“What way?” 

“You and…. Her, whatever her name is” 

There's a pause, you continue sipping your drink 

“We were just talking” He says

“Its ok” you reply, too quickly “you dont owe me anything”  

He’s quiet again and when you look into his eyes, there's an emotion that you can't pinpoint, maybe guilt, maybe annoyance, but you were too gone to care. Just like that someone else calls him, and the moment passes. 

‘It's nothing, it has to be nothing," you remind yourself. 

Second Occurrence: Whispers between pages

It was a sunny day as you sat at the corner table by the tall window in the library with Caleb, it was your refuge, a small world where it's just you and him away from everyone surrounded by the sound of scribbling and pages turning. 

You relax, surrounded by stacks of books, breathing in the familiar scent of paper and dust. He is there, scribbling away in his notebook with that easy focus on his face you’ve memorized like a favorite poem. 

But today, she’s here too. She walks up to Caleb, smiling brightly with practiced charm, asking for help on a question you're sure even a high school kid can solve. You don’t dare to move as you watch her lean closer, heads almost touching, laughing for no reason and that pulls at your chest. 

You pretend not to notice. You pretend the warmth rising in your cheeks is just the sunlight, not something sharper, something like envy. She lingers longer than she should, her presence a quiet disturbance in the world of you two. You pack your things before the page is even turned, the words blurring as your heart pulls away.

Caleb looks up, concerned, evident in his eyes when he sees you gathering your things. 

“Pips? You're leaving already?” he says with that pouty puppy like face of his and it breaks your heart but you decide to look away determined on leaving.

“I think I need some air” it was not a lie technically, you needed to be away to stop feeling this way. He doesn't press as he watches you leave with a frown on his face. 

Maybe you sat under the sunlight for too long, you convinced yourself. 

Third Occurrence: Uninvited company

The smell of roasted beans and sugar hangs in the air, familiar and comforting, almost like home. He’s already here sitting in front of you, scrolling through his phone with a smile that's reserved just for you. 

This cafe was your favorite, tucked away from the bustling atmosphere of university, a peaceful place to hangout with Caleb. He looks up and gives you a smile like nothing is wrong, everything is just the way it has always been. 

He nudges the drinks towards you for you to decide which one you like the most, for those who didn't know you both, they would've definitely thought you both were a couple. You smile, feeling warmth creeping up your heart, feeling safe and familiar. 

Until the bell rings, and she walks in. 

You don’t need to look up. You know her voice by now so sweet, casual, dangerous. Like she never has to try. Like people just open doors for her, and she walks right through. She was full of confidence and you couldn't help but feel insecure about it. 

“Caleb, I knew I saw you from outside!” she chirps, her voice too jolly and you were starting to hate it. Every single place that was yours to call safe, she was invading it like a parasite, ruining it for you. 

His posture changes, just slightly but enough for you to notice, twitch of shoulders and a brief pause in breathe. He looks at you apologetically, then looks at her. 

“Hey, didn't know you came here” His voice was dull, almost as if he was getting tired of her too, but you had convinced yourself he was not yours anymore. 

“I don't really, thought I’d say hi” She says, already pulling out a chair and joining you both. 

She doesn't ask to join. She just does. 

Now it’s the three of you, two people who know too much about each other, and one girl who doesn’t know her presence is slowly unraveling.

While she's talking, all Caleb does is look at you. Every single statement he makes he's looking at you, and it sends heat up your body. He is trying, he has been trying. But when you look at them, she looks so good beside him. 

It shatters your heart again.

Fourth Occurrence: Forced smiles and Fading light

The sun is too bright. It shines off the booths and banners with blinding cheer, like the day doesn’t care that your chest is a little too tight.

You find Caleb where he said he’d be, standing at the student health stall, lanyard slung around his neck, clipboard in hand, giving out brochures and soft laughter like candy.

He sees you, and something flickers in his face, relief, maybe. Or just the comfort of something familiar. You walk toward him, already calmer wanting to spend some time with him after not having been able to for such a long time, you think this is the perfect time.

And then she appears.

Of course.

She’s in a sundress like this is a movie, sunglasses pushed into her hair, voice already calling out his name like they’re on a first-name basis with fate. 

You feel him stiffen as she approaches and he smiles. But it doesn’t reach his eyes. 

“Hey,” Caleb says to her, polite, measured, with that public face he wears when he can’t afford to be rude, at least not here. 

She doesn’t see the tightness in his jaw. She doesn’t see the way his hand subtly shifts away when hers brushes too close but you see it all.

He laughs when she tells a joke because he has to. He answers her questions because he's manning the booth. He lets her lean on the table beside him, lets her twirl his lanyard in her fingers, and you want to scream.

But you don’t dare to.

You just stand there, smiling through gritted teeth, nodding when people walk by, pretending like your whole body isn’t vibrating with the effort it takes not to walk away. Inside your heart felt like it was getting tainted by black tar, and it hurt. 

And then, someone behind you, loud and careless, says:

“You two make a cute couple!” And it breaks you. 

The realization hits you as you stare at them, you are jealous. You've always been jealous, and it hurts like bitch. Your eyes start to water, and your throat feels like closing, leaving you no choice but to start walking away. 

You fail to notice how Caleb glares at the person and immediately runs after you, leaving the girl by herself. Too consumed by the thought of them being together and Caleb not being yours was too much to handle and you had to be somewhere away, anywhere but here. 

“Hey, pips, are you okay?” Caleb stops you by your wrist, turning you around to face him.

“Standing for too long is making me dizzy, I'm going to get some rest” You keep staring down, not daring to look into his eyes, cause you were sure if you did you wouldn't be able to hold yourself together.

His grip on your wrist tightens just enough to let you know that he doesnt believe your lies and just loose enough to not hurt you. 

“She looks good next to you” 

He breathes in sharply like you’ve hit something soft.

“Not the way you do.”

You break away from his hold and leave before he can see your heart cracking open. Because you were certain if you turned around, you won’t be able to stop yourself.

Fifth Occurrence: The Confession

It's been days since you last talked to Caleb, ignoring his calls and texts. You were afraid of your emotions, and they felt too much for you. 

But today you had decided that you would talk to him and sort this out, he was a major part of your life and you couldn't cut him out of it just like that. Your heart belonged to him, you had recently realized, as much as you didn't want to think of him being with someone else you had to force yourself to cause he was your only family. 

You weren’t supposed to see her leave.

Notebook clutched to her chest. A smile you couldn’t read. Her hair is a little messy like maybe she stayed longer than she should’ve. She disappears down the hall like a secret slipping through your fingers.

And you? You walk into his dorm like your heart’s already halfway broken. Unable to manage your anger anymore, your heart is shattering into a million pieces and tears are already falling down your face. You felt as if you could get cardiac arrest any second. 

He’s at his desk when you come in, his blue t-shirt loose around his shoulders, face glowing in the soft light of his lamp.

He looks up, startled.

“You- what’s going on?”

You don’t answer. Your face is evident of what you're feeling.

“She was just here,” you say, flat. “Don’t worry. I get it.”

“Wait, what?”

You shake your head. You laugh bitterly and it comes out cracked

“You really don’t have to explain. She looked... satisfied.”

His eyes widen like you just slapped him.

"No." He says firmly, immediately standing up and talking your way, and before you can take another step, he's towering in front of you. He grabs your wrist, pinning it behind you and pulling you closer. 

"She was here for notes, that's all." his voice soft as he looks into your eyes as if he is searching for something, like an answer. You try to pull back but he doesn't let go.

"Why are you so upset?" He asks, but it's not angry, it's broken. He has never hurt you like him and he never dares to, so when he saw you like this, it broke him too. He wanted to fix this, he wanted to fix your heart. 

“Because it felt real, Caleb” You snap “it felt like she fit. And I'm tired of pretending it doesn't bother me” Your voice sharp claws at his heart. He thought you knew he was yours and yours only.

“She doesn't. She never did.” His voice is low, desperate, like he will scare you off if he says it too loud. He lets go of your wrist as he cups your face, holding gently as if you'll break any second. 

“I have been in love with you since before I even knew what love was, (name)” Caleb says. His eyes are wide, and aching. You breathe catches as you still. You wonder if you heard him properly.

His voice is shaky but he keeps going, his fingers brush your cheek like you're something holy. 

“Do you know how hard it is to smile at her when all I want is to touch you? When I’m standing there, pretending to care, and all I can think about is the way you sip your coffee, how you chew your straw when you’re nervous, how you look when you laugh without trying to hide it- how you dont even know youre mine”

“Ive been starving for you. For years”

You stare at him like the floor’s gone out from under you. Your heart thumping hard against your chest, tears long gone replaced with an urge to kiss him but you can't- its unfamiliar feeling and very dangerous. 

“Why didn't you ever say anything?”

“Because you were always just out of reach. Like a star I wasn’t allowed to touch. And I didn’t want to ruin what we had if you didn’t feel the same.” He breathes shakily

“But if I let you walk away tonight thinking I want her, when I’ve only ever wanted you- then I’d never forgive myself.”

“Prove it to me” you said, your voice echoing in the room when he steps towards you- like he cant hold back anymore. 

He doesn't move like a man chasing permission. He moves like a man choosing to stop holding back. 

You barely have time to breathe before his hand cups your cheek, trembling but sure, and he kisses you- soft, slowly and completely undone. He pulls you in like he’s trying to say everything all at once: I’m sorry. I love you. Please stay.

The kiss deepens. You feel the shift in him- love bleeding into desperation, the kind that comes from years of pretending you weren’t everything he wanted. His hands cradle your face like he’s scared he’ll bruise you. His mouth moves with reverence, not hunger- though he aches beneath the surface.

He slowly pushes you back and soon you find yourself trapped between him and the wall. 

“Let me show you,” he whispers against your lips, voice shaking.

“Please let me show you how long I’ve loved you” 

He kisses you again, harder now, with an animal-like hunger. Like a man quenching his thirst after being starved for so long. 

Caleb breaks the kiss and drops to his knees, just like that. As if it's where he’s meant to be. He looks up at you- eyes wide, glassy, worshipful like a puppy. His hands slide up your thighs, slow like a prayer but he doesn't move further, doesn't touch where he’s dying to. Not until you give it to him. 

“Please” he whispers against your thighs as he kisses them tenderly, “say i can” 

The way his voice trembles- his breath uneven, his gaze locked onto you like you're heaven. It undoes you. You give him permission. 

And he breaks. Not wild. Not rough. Just hungry, focused and gentle.

Your head falls back against the wall as he lifts up your skirt and kisses the inside of your thigh, soft, slow, a silent thank you. He doesn't dive in, he takes his time. Like you're a meal he’s waited years to taste. Like he wants to remember every single second. His mouth moves with purpose, with precision, with adoration. 

He moans softly against you, completely gone in it- like the act of pleasuring you is as intimate for him as breathing. He presses a kiss right over the thin fabric of your panties, and your whole body shudders. And then he does it again. Lapping over the fabric, slow and unhurried, like he’s not trying to get anywhere, he’s just reveling in the ache.

“God,” he whispers, voice wrecked full of lust, “you taste so good through this, I cant even wait” 

He laps over again, wetter this time, his tongue dragging over the soaked lace as he groans softly into it. The sound vibrates against you making you moan. 

You gasp, one hand bracing against the wall, the other buried in his hair. He moans at the pull of your fingers, so needy and grateful.

“Don’t stop,” you breathe.

“Never,” he murmurs, breath hot against your core. “Not until I’ve memorized you.”

Then, finally he hooks his fingers into the waistband and drags your panties down, slow and reverent. He kisses the inside of your knee as he slips them off completely, all while maintaining eye contact with you.

When he parts your thighs again, there’s nothing playful in his expression. It’s devotion. 

And when his mouth finally meets you bare- nothing between you, no hesitation, It's slow. Deep. Intoxicating. He licks like he’s savoring, not consuming. Like he could do this all night. Like he wants to.

“Fuck.. Caleb. Please don't stop” 

You cry out softly, hips twitching, and he just holds you there- one arm around your thigh, the other anchoring you to him. His tongue moves in slow, reverent circles, each one deeper, more intentional than the last. His finger draws soft circles into your thigh, as you pull on his hair.

He eats you out like he’s in love. Because he is.  Every movement, every moan, every look up at you as you fall apart in his hands. It’s all him saying: you’re mine. I love you. I’ve always loved you.

You're trembling now, legs barely steady, one hand braced against the wall, the other clutching his hair like a lifeline, moaning his name like you're chanting a prayer. He moans when you tug, like he wants to be pulled, like he needs to feel your body come alive because of him. 

“That's it” he whispers between licks, voice wrecked. “Come on, pips, let me have it” his voice desperate. 

His tongue flicking in just the right rhythm, you come undone. With a gasp, a sharp moan. Your knees nearly give out. But he doesn’t let go.

He holds you through it, both hands gripping your thighs, keeping you upright as he keeps licking, swallowing every last wave of you like it’s sacred. He groans low in his throat like it’s him falling apart, not you. And when he finally pulls away, face flushed, mouth wet, eyes glassy, you can barely breathe.

He looks up at you like he’s just tasted heaven.

“You’re mine, (name)” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your trembling inner thigh. “I could stay here forever.” 

He rises slowly, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you in like he can't bear the inches between you. He kisses you, softly, dizzy with tenderness, like he’s trying to calm himself down. 

Then without a word his arms wrap around your thighs as he lifts you off the ground, your body limp from release. But even now, especially now, you feel it. You could feel his hardness pressed against your inner thigh, hard and aching. He tries to hide it, holds you tighter like he's only focused on you but he can't mask the way his breath catches when your hips shift ever so slightly.  

“You feel that pips?” he murmurs, voice thick, gravelled. “Thats what you do to me” 

You bite your lip, head tucked against the crook of his neck.

“You’re still being gentle,” you whisper.

“I don’t know how not to be with you,” he says. “But God, I’m trying.”

He lays you on the bed, but not before pausing, for just a second, with your bodies pressed close.

And you feel it again. Hot and hard, straining through his sweats. The restraint in him, visible, trembling. He leans down, presses a kiss to your cheek, your collarbone, your neck 

“Say the word,” he breathes, “and I’m yours.”

The dividers are from: @cutewebgraphics

Hope you guys like this fic - I'm working on writing the 18+ scenes, hope y'all like it. been very busy with uni, so I wasn't able to write. Also wrote this on Google Docs only to find out I was using my work email LMFAO. OMG I LOVE CALEB SM I HOPE HE APPEARS ON MY BED TONIGHT <3

[nmakii]

AND BRUSH, AND BRUSH MY HAIR

— chigiri hyoma x long haired!reader

alt title: chigiri would be my bff bf!!! sighs me and my waist length hair against the world

well… obviously he loves your long hair. he thinks it frames your face perfectly >_<

one of the best past times to spend tgt as a couple is being in his lap while he brushes your hair out. if your hair is long because it’s a hassle to always get a haircut, he wont let you braid his hair in return. :x only if you love your hair as much as he does teehee

++ if you guys ever share an apartment and bathroom, the shelf is gonna be full of hair products…

also loves to shampoo your hair if you’re too tired to do it… something super intimate about letting him exfoliate your scalp as his finger thread through the tangles in your hair. it’s a simple luxury that only you and he’d know the pleasure of

he luvs trying out hair hacks with you. “babe..! i just saw this hack that says your hair grows healthier and longer faster if you use rosemary oil and rice water..! …where’s the rosemary?”

he thinks ur long hairs perfect… doesnt want you to ever cut it… and if you do end up cutting it, it’s gonna be like that meme “told my girl not to cut her hair. she did it anyway and she looked fine af. this is why women shouldnt listen to their man”

if you ever have an important event going on, and you need to look glammed up, he’s MORE than happy to wake up at 5 AM or whatever to style your hair. he luvs u ofc <3

“it’s not too tight, is it?” chigiri asks as he ties the braid he tied on the side, holding your hair from getting into your face. “yeah, it’s perfect, hyo. thank you.” you hum.

“right. well, good luck at your party, babe. hopefully there isn’t someone who tries to steal you away from me while im not there.” he huffs. “heeh, good luck at your game too, tonight. and don’t worry, ill tell them im taken by a gorgeous man.” you enunciate your words, buttering him up and making his heart turn into jelly.

chigiri abashedly, yet smugly grins. “tch… gorgeous? more like drop-dead charming…”

you scoff, taking your purse as he walks you to the door. “hmm… hyo, what would you do if i wanted to cut my hair?” you ask. of course it was a hypothetical, but it was something you were seriously starting to concern…

“haah? how come? you’re super pretty with it, i won’t like brushing your hair if it’s short..” he huffs, the frown on his pretty lips making him seem adorable. “i know… i like my hair too, but i feel like it’s getting too long… like, there has to be a limit somewhere, right?”

he shakes his head. “well…if you like it, you shouldn’t cut it. when it comes to you, you could have obnoxiously long hair like rapunzel— like, to the point where it’s in my face when we cuddle, and ill still think you should grow it longer.” he hums, a hand unconsciously finding its way to you. “plus, why cut it when it makes your title as ‘world’s prettiest girl’ so much more obvious to everyone else?”

he’s trying to spoil you with compliments. he knows that getting you weak in the head would let him get his way. of course he definitely doesn’t use this power for evil… this was just a desperate occasion. “i mean… once, i dropped my pen, so i bent down to get it… and my hair was on my arm, and i thought it was a lizard and i jumped..!” you recount a story from two weeks ago.

“…pfft… ahaha..!” he laughs. “that just means you should keep your hair out of your face… see? a simple braid like what i did for you right now would be enough.” he rebuts your reasons for cutting your hair.

“…whatever.” you groan. “im still on the fence about whether i should do it anyway.” chigiri nods. “well then, don’t cut it. it’d be like you’re cutting a part of my soul away.”

you scoff. dramatic, much? chigiri rolls his eyes at your disbelief. “you laugh, but i’m serious..! just let me be a little bit selfish… and, don’t cut your hair…” he pleads.

[stuckinheavenwithyou]

Ludwig Beilschmidt as your boyfriend headcannons❤️

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• a caring guy if i say so myself, hes the least scariest out of the others unlike a certain Russian.. Although he would never, under any circumstances hurt you phisically or emotionally, even if he did he would apologize and hold you in his arms until both of you had calmed down. Despite his scary looks, he’s a massive softie on the inside, but only when he’s with you, gently watching over you like a bodyguard which causes you to explain to your friends that he’s just your boyfriend and not scary as he seems, which causes him to blush and look away.

• speaking of showing affection in public, he doesn’t really mind it especially if its you thats teasing and kissing him. Instead of blushing, his ears turn red and he has to cover them up when you are with him, he won’t admit that he likes you romantically, instead he says something along the lines of “i’m just.. very fond of you, mein Schatz” ok then why are you calling me that??🙄 in all seriousness, his love language consists of acts of service, words of affirmations and quality time. Nothing too special anyways for someone as big as him as kind as him.

• he’s really helpful when it comes to chores and housework though, he tidies up the whole house while youre away and prepares you food if youre hungry even if its 2 am, he still insists on making you a quick snack. He really knows how to make food despite him not being much of a cook himself, his meals always end up perfectly cooked somehow. Again, he knows his way around chores and housework, even if you’re not tired he still cleans and tidies the house up for you.

• he is very passionate about whatever you are doing, you’re washing the dishes after denying him to do them for you? He’s watching from afar like a guard dog and making sure you don’t accidentaly hurt yourself! It doesn’t even matter what you are doing, he’s always either trying to help and guide you or watch from afar. But when he helps you, he just takes over the whole thing no matter if he knows what to do next or not, he insists on you to go take a break and prosceeds to take half an hour figuring out what to do. Even if its an art project, he tries his hardest to replicate your style without screwing it up!

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A/N: hello, sorry it took me so long, as of writing this tomorrow is my last day of culinary high school yay! This post is shorter than my usual one because i decided to erase the nsfw parts and making seperate posts about them so you guys wont get uncomfy!! The reason this took me so long is because i was very tired and unmotivated, but my great friends helped me lift my spirits up! Requests are still open! Bye bye! ~

[solariex]

Animation Vs Addiction: how this could go REALLY well, or REALLY horribly

a ramble on the upcoming episode

PLEASE NOTE: i am not an expert on addictions, nor storytelling or writing, these are just my thoughts! you are free to your own opinion, take what you want, leave what you don't. also note, im writing this at midnight, excuse any typos or anything of the like.

so, to put it bluntly, i feel as if everyone is worried for how this episode is going to go, and that concern is rightfully valid !! topics like this, if not handled with the care they ensue, can go really horribly, and considering a majority of Alan's youtube fanbase is primarily children, this could leave either a positive or bad impression to them.

with things like these, there's the fine balance of "informative" and entertainment. arguably, steering too much one way or another could result in this not doing too well, in terms of the takeaway. id even like to argue that this steering too much towards informative could even be bad. lets start with that first.

WHY IS LEANING MORE ONE WAY THAN THE OTHER BAD?:

TOO ENTERTAINING: this one is the more "obvious" of how this could be bad, if the video is more in favor of being entertaining, the main takeaway wont be anything actually sustainable, blue's addiction will continue to be a running gag, and the younger audience will see it as a silly thing. this is one of the worst case scenarios

TOO IMFORMATIVE: now, you may be wondering, "why is being too informative bad ??", and it all boils down to what the audience's takeaway will be, after the video. being informative ISNT bad, but with how alan's channel is set up thus far, with storytelling animations, if its, lets say just facts on a screen, the information will be useful !! but you'll leave the video just thinking "wow, i just know facts". you won't leave with anything to make you think, or any actual connection, because the information was handed to you on a silver platter, you wont reflect on an actual story of why addiction is bad, to give you that perspective to think about. you'd just have the top 10 reasons you see when you google "why is addiction harmful??" our brains learn by doing, and experiences, even others, even in storytelling, make you empathize and connect with the character, and arguably, can be more effective than being told facts straight up. this is a reason why myths and fairytales exist, to teach a lesson without spoon feeding it.

SO, IF TOO ENTERTAINING, AND TOO INFORMATIVE IS BAD, WHATS THE BALANCE ??:

like i mentioned near the end of "too informative", the animation, for it to work well, needs to give a perspective, not facts

perspective will make the audience THINK, therefore learn, "oh, THIS is bad", showing rather than telling will help the audience make their own conclusions instead of spoon feeding it to them, which is what most of alan's channel has done with storytelling anyways.

arguably, green's influencer arc can be a decent example of this

it didn't tell you, "be careful of social media addiction" rather it showed the slow progression of green, being influenced, and how it slowly tore him apart from his friends and eventually started messing with his own wellbeing and how he ended up isolating himself, in order to prioritize content

i wouldn't say it perfectly fits the balance between informative & educational, as of how it ended with the third episode, but it definitely struck close in my opinion, at least for the second episode.

and thus, your takeaway from that is, "wow, that sucks for green, this is because he got addicted to social media !!" rather than just being told that. you got to learn alongside green as to the actual effects that can have.

ASIDE FROM THAT, WHAT ARE OTHER CONCERNS ABOUT HOW THIS COULD BE HANDLED ??

my other main concern is how its been treated in the past with the jokes, and how that might affect this upcoming video. can they turn around and turn it into a serious thing? absolutely that's possible, and there's no telling that netherwarts will even be involved in this video, it could be something entirely different, as this community post explains, blue is arguably prone to addiction in other ways than just netherwart, so it wouldn't be completely unordinary if it wasn't involved here.

HOWEVER, in my personal opinion, netherwarts or not, i do feel like however this video may go, if it resolves with blue overcoming addiction (as it most likely will), i do have the concern that blue would have this arc, and then the channel would go right back to including the netherwart addiction gag as a joke, as if the video didn't happen. does this mean i think blue shouldn't touch netherwarts after this? no, but i do feel as if there should be SOME difference in their intake of them after this, or else its just an arc for blue's character, that repeats as if it didn't happen, just for gags.

SO, HOW COULD THIS GO WELL, AFTER EXPLAINING ALL THE "WHAT-IFS" ??

if done right, this video could go well, and spread awareness, alongside expanding on blue's character. i think its great that Alan and his team are willing to tackle topics like this, and they have shown that they're able to do so, similar to green's influencer arc. i am hesitant on how it will be handled, but not in a way as to where i doubt the team's ability to portray this, moreso just due to how delicate a topic like this can be

but, overall, if they balance entertainment & education, and really implement this into blue's character instead of returning to a full force gag afterwards, i feel like it could be a good video :)) once again, these are my thoughts, my opinions, your free to your own & free to disagree with my points and ideas take what you want from this, leave what you dont !! :))

[sturniolo04]

could you write this fic a wedding fic about Chris and i want everything, i want absolute tooth-rotting fluff i want love and emotions, i want Chris being stressed before the wedding and Matt and Nick calming him down, i want his reaction to seeing her in the dress, the kiss, the oath, EVERYTHING

A/n:  wait I am in love with thiss!! I absolutely love these requests I have coming in, you guys are amazing!! I hope you love it! And remember to leave requests in my inbox! If you don’t like the pre added name in my works you can simply put in your own or don’t read it, it up to you :)-Charli

dividers: @issysh3ll

You always thought when the big day finally happened you wouldn't be nervous or be overwhelmed at all which was the furthest from the truth ever.

Leading up to this very day has been a journey nonetheless and now it was finally here. You stood in front of the floor length mirror in your wedding dress your childhood best friend and mom helped you pick out. You softly sigh admiring the detail in the dress feeling a little well.

"nervous"

you mom questions watching you admire yourself in the mirror as you let your head softly nod 'yes'.

"dont be what make this day any different"

your mom trails off coming up behind you and fixing your hair over your shoulders to lay perfectly just they way Chris likes it. Also being care not to disturb up the array of flowers within the style.

"only everything this is forever mom"

you softly reply to her looking at her through the mirror with a nervous expression painted on your face.

"sweetie you look gorgeous you will be just fine i promise"

she softly chuckles out giving you a slight hug resting her chin on your bare shoulder you comfortingly place your hands on her arms letting out a soft sigh.

"plus not to mention i bet your not the only one that is nervous"

she chuckles out giving you a lovingly squeeze of reassurance as you let out a light giggle.

Your mom definitely was right about you not being the only one with the big day scaries. Chris couldn't help but spiral into a series of thoughts of how everything could go wrong out of all days despite you two being in an extremely good place before this day arrived.

"chris calm down everything is going to be fine"

matt mutters out trying to get him to calm down and not stress out minutes before the wedding was going to start. Chris didn't mean any harm he was nervous.

"but what if everything isnt fine what if she changes her mind"

chris rambles out fidgeting with every piece of his suit he was wearing. Matt rolls his eyes at him.

"she wont you two were made for each other the last thing she would do is change her mind chris"

nick reasons with him.

"you dont know that nick"

chris mumbles out as nick hold his hands up in defense looking at marylou who finally made her way into the room.

"hey"

marylous trails off grabbing chris softly by his hands to get him to take a deep breath and face her.

"its going to be fine why do you think she would change her mine and seriously give me a valid reason"

marylou asks her youngest firmly and lovingly holding his hands as he lets out a deep sigh not coming up with a one because there wasn't one.

"exactly youre just nervous"

marylous giggles out a little trailing her hands to grab his shoulders to turn him to look in the mirror that was a few feet away from the pair.

"you got this i know you do because you are ready for this next chapter"

marylou sighs out looking at them in the reflection of the mirror.

"but how mom how do i know im ready how do i know i wont mess this up"

chris asks worried out of his mind.

"you wont mess it up my love im not saying everything is going to be easy but I know you will figure it out and you two will be okay you just have to trust in your relationship, trust in your fiancee and trust in yourself"

marylous replies softly rubbing chris' arm comfortingly. Chris lets out a shaky sigh of course he trusts his mom she is never wrong.

It was finally time, time. foryou to be escorted down the aisle to your soon-to-be husband. you nervous blow out a quick breath shaking her hands.

"its okay"

your dad mumbles out reaching his arm out for you to link on to hearing the soft cue of the music that is was time.

Chris couldnt help but let a soft smile play on his lips as he watches you come down the aisle. You looked breath taking. you looked unreal and he couldn't believe that your were his and only his.

You didn't realize you were holding a breath in until you were finally in front of him. Chris takes a hold of your hands as you let out a soft sigh letting out a nervous giggle in the process as well.

"Welcome family and friends. We are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the marriage of Christopher and Sophia. This is not the beginning of a new relationship but an acknowledgment of the next chapter in their lives together. Christopher and Sophia have spent years getting to know each other, and we now bear witness to what their relationship has become. Today, they will affirm this bond formally and publicly"

the officiant states welcoming everyone to the ceremony. You couldn't help but exchange glances with chris to see if he was just as nervous as you were in this moment.

"Christopher and Sophia will mark their transition as a couple not only by celebrating the love between themselves, but by also celebrating the love between all of us—including the love of their parents, siblings, extended family, and best friends. Without that love, today would be far less joyous"

He continues as he approaches the part that you could say you both were extremely nervous about. Reading each other your personal vows.

"Okay i promised myself i wasnt going to cry but hear I am um Chris from the moment I met you I knew you were my person. Its not hard for me to believe that we made it to this day because I knew you were it for me."

you trails off trying to keep the tears from falling and ruining your makeup catching a small smile from chris. You let out a nervous chuckle looking back down at your paper.

"and i promise that as your wife I will nothing but be your partner in crime. I promise to be lpove you unconditionally, to rock with you through thick and thin. I promise I will always be your best friend and biggest supporter first because that is what you have always been for me and I love you genuinely for that"

you sob out finishing the last sentence.

"okay um tough act to follow huh"

chris jokes through his nerves as the audience chuckles a little. chris lets out a deep breath beginning to scan the piece of paper in his hand of the vows he had written down for this day.

"Soph you will always be the light at the end of every tunnel I am in and I promise to be that light for you in your darkest moments and as your husband I vow to always help you walk through life even on the days were you dont think you can or have the strength to"

chris chokes out. Your hearts softens reaching a delicate hand up to his face wiping the tears away from his face chuckling a little at the simple action.

"i am truly the luckiest person alive to be able to call you my partner in life and my best friend and I am honored that I get to do life with you"

chris states through a shaky breath.

"By the power vested in me by the state of California, I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may now kiss the bride!"

the officiant announces as yout let out a giggle as chris trails his hands to grab your face pulling your lips into his. The audience cheering.

"hi"

you softly speak up over the music at the reception as you rest your head on chris' shoulder.

"hi"

he chuckles out.

"sooo"

you trail off dragging out the 'o' still kind of in shock that you two are married.

"hm"

chris hums out his reply looking down at you placing a sweet kiss on top of your head.

"we are married now huh"

you giggle out feeling chris free hand trail underneath your chin to bring your face him to his.

"yeah we are"

chris chuckles out as he leaves a quick kiss on your raw lips with you smiling into the kiss.

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Jace Velaryon*Yours

Kinktober Day two: marking with Jace Velaryon – jealous is an understatement for what Jace is feeling so he decides to fix his problems by showing everyone who you belong to

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“It would be a great honour to my house if you were to join us my lady,” another man old enough to be your father offered his hand to you and at Jace’s name day celebration no less. There was no engagement between you, no papers or contracts drawn, not even a discussion was yet to be had. But as Jace watched from his seat as you denied yet another suitor, he could feel himself growing impatient.

That night you couldn’t sleep. You wandered the halls of the castles in a far simpler dress than you’d worn at the ball. Despite it being plainer it was already Jace’s favourite as he noticed how the fabric clung to your curves. “My lady,” his low voice snapped you from your daydream and you turned around, pulling your shawl tight over your chest, “Its awfully late to walk the halls alone. Wont you allow me to walk you to your chambers?” he asked but it did not sound like a question as he approached you.

The walk was not long enough for Jace’s liking as you made small talk on your travels. “This is me,” you said softly, your hand reaching for your door handle, “Thank you my prince,”

“Aren’t you even going to offer me a night cap?” Jace said suddenly stepping forward. Your movements paused as you looked up at the man, noticing just how close he was, “After all it is still my name day,” he said, his hot breathing fanning over your face.

Jace made no attempt to conceal his wandering eyes and how they travelled your body, “My prince,” you stuttered out, “it would be improper. I am not yours,”

“You could be,” Jace said, his eyes snapping up to look into your own, “I no commitments, no wife to speak of. there’s no reason we could not choose this for ourselves,” Jace said, stepping closer till his chest was pressed against yours, your back against the hard wooden door, “If you want to be mine that is,”

“I suppose one drink couldn’t hurt,” the words left your lips like a poison and soon the one drink had turned into four and his wandering eyes now explored the skin under your dress.

Jace was sat in a chair, his tunic long gone and left in only his small clothes while you, in just your shift, were straddling his lap. His hands gripped your hips, encouraging you to grind against his hard clothed cock. Your lips were locked in a messy desperate kiss while your fingers gripped his locks.

You whined when his lips fell away but gasped as he began to kiss down your jaw then neck till his lips settled in attacking your sweet spot between your neck and shoulder. Grinding down onto his hard member sent chills up your body as your clit rubbed against him perfectly. “Who do you belong to?” Jace murmured against your skin.

“You my prince,” you said, though your voice was light and airy and filled with breathy moans as your hips began to buck.

“All mine,” Jace murmured, his lips latching onto your collarbone sucking harsh spots along your soft skin, “All this for me,” he said, his hands moving to grab your arse under the thin fabric of your shift, “Just for me,” he murmured, his hands traveling to grope your chest.

“Please my prince,” you whined, your head falling back in pleasure.

“Please what?” Jace said, his hand moving to grab your chin to make you look him in the eyes while you begged.

A soft whimper left your throat at the sight of his dark eyes, somehow darker than usual, “I need you,” you whined, your movements slowing but not stopping as you rubbed your clit against his clothed cock.

“Do you deserve me?” Jace asked, his thumb stroking over your cheek softly. “After all you were dancing with all sorts of men,” he chastised.

“I don’t want them,” you pleaded, “Only you, my prince. It’s only ever been you,”

This answer seemed to satisfy the prince whose hands now moved to rest on your hips, “Is that why you wore that pretty little dress? So, I’d have to dream of tearing it off of you?” he asked, his eyes glinting when you gave a small nod, a whimper coming out your throat, “Such a thoughtful girl,” Jace murmured, his hand slipping between your bodies till his fingers ran up your wet slit.

You gasped when you felt his fingers teasing your hole, “Please,” you begged, your hips bucking to try gain some friction, “I wanna be yours Jace,”

The sound of his name falling from those perfect lips made his eyes darken, his cock twitching underneath you. his fingers pushed in, stretching you out perfectly as you gasped. Moans fell from your lips as Jace continued to fuck you with his fingers while his mouth went back to sucking dark spots along your skin.

His free hand roughly pulled your shift down. You shivered as the cold air brushed over your skin but gasped when you felt Jace’s lips suck harsh marks on your breasts before finally capturing your nipple in his mouth. “Who do you belong to?” Jace mumbled against your skin as he felt your clench around his fingers.

“Yours,” you said breathlessly as you chased your high which threatened to spill at any moment, “all yours my prince just yours,” it fell from your lips like a prayer before a loud moan spilled from your lips as your body tightened.

Jace ensured his movements did not stop till you had ridden out your orgasm, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as he pulled his fingers out. You practically collapsed into his chest as you tried to catch your breath, “What about you?” you tried to ask but Jace shushed you, his hand moving to stroke your back.

“Don’t worry about me little one,” he said, kissing your head.

A few moments of silence past before you asked, “You didn’t leave any marks, did you?” you asked.

Jace smirked as he thought about the state, he had left your skin in, “Maybe a couple,” he said, knowing full well you would need a high neckline to cover the markings he had left.

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