#Showed this to my gf and said is this anything and she said Yes thank you babe

[kittyit]

we need plentiful feminist street art because readily accessible iconography and arresting visuals are essential to the sense of well-being of the revolutionary woman

[thewispsings]

Oscar piastri x reader smau, but she’s completely anonymous and people are trying to find her after Oscar revealed he was married to someone?

nobody ever asked me | oscar piastri

pairing: oscar piastri x reader

summary: oscar piastri shocks the world by letting it be known that he is married, and has been for the past two years

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oscarpiastri: vacation with the wifey! 🧡

view comments below!

user1: oh that’s not

user2: excuse me the what?

user3: this is interesting!

landonorris: wait what

oscarpiastri; what?

landonorris: wait what are you being serious?

oscarpiastri: about what?

landonorris: oh i don’t know maybe you having a WIFE???

oscarpiastri; yes i do have a wife!

landonorris: WHAT THE FUCK

user4: oh so oscar not joking?...

user5: feeling like lando rn because what the fuck???

user6; this just ruined my day

maxverstappen1: i knew you were lying about SOMETHING

oscarpiastri: ive never lied to anyone, nobody ever asked me if i had a wife

maxverstappen1; that’s….fair

user7: THATS NOT FAIR??? OSCAR WTF?? YOU CANT JUST SPRING THIS ON PEOPLE???

charles_leclerc: nice pictures oscar!!!!

charles_lelcerc: wait a minute...

charles_leclerc: wife????

charles_leclerc: what?? what? what??

charles_leclerc: i am so bamboozled right now!

charles_leclerc: am i walking the prank? i feel like i am walking the prank

oscarpiastri: no you aren't walking the prank? whatever that means? ive been married for a little over two years now!

user8: TWO YEASR??? LIKE 730 DAYS??????

user9: no you guys actually dont understand, this is driving me crazy?

user10: this is SUCH an oscar thing to do tho.. like randomly announcing thats hes been married for 2 years??

user11: he took oscar core to a whole new level

user12: my heart just broke

user13: you should've announced that you had a gf first, my heart cant take this

danielricciardo: i'm a little late, don't know whats going on..so? congratulations? my condolences?

oscarpiastri: thank you daniel!!

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oscarpiastri: some more pictures of the wife since you all seem so curious! here’s my wife, yn, and her book store 🧡

view comments below!

user14: YN!!!! WE GOT HER NAME

user15: HALLELUJAH

user15: yn is a beautiful name

user16: HER bookstore?? she owns a bookstore??

user17: the way she probably has so much lore and we will never learn about it is so??

user18: we're only going to learn about when oscar randomly decides to drop some info: key example: THIS POST 😭

maxverstappen1: I KNEW HER NAME FIRST!!!

oscarpiastri: only because she's your biggest fan and she begged to meet you

maxverstappen1: stay mad

oscarpiastri: she's married to me??

maxverstappen1: and yet she's MY biggest fan

user19: DAMN MAX

user20: oscar was SILENCED

user21: i need to know when he them, how they got together, and what theyre wedding was like

user22: it kills me to know we will never get this information

user22: its actually so crazy how oscar said yn has been to all of the races so far?? like how didnt we notice her 😭

user23: what if shes been in front of us the whole time and we just mistook her for like a mclaren team member or something

user24: well now I have to go look at every single oscar picture out there and try to find something

user25: or you could, idk? respect that she doesnt want to show her face online?

user26: but thats no fun

charles_leclerc: it was great meeting her!! ❤️

user27: they met her? 💔💔💔

oscarpiastri: she says thanks for the lec ice cream!

user27: he gave her lec icecream?? 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

user28: ive only known about yns existence for a month and a half, but if anything happened to her, i would kill everyone on earth and then myself.

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note: thanks for requesting!! hope you enjoyed(*≧▽≦)

[jyoongim]

Okay before I put in my request lemme just get this off my chest. I love anything you do with Al (my man my man my man)!!! Like you eat every single time and if anyone says others wise they’re hating idc. Don’t ever don’t your craft I’m so serious! Much love🫶🏾

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Now for my request could you do something with Alastor adjusting to his gf who’s from more modern times? I’d like to see that scary scrawny old man with a thick young lit bich. Both of them getting used to each others likes, habits, interests (he reads the paper while she scrolls on her phone, he hums old songs from his time when he’s getting ready for the day while she has or rnb playing on a speaker while she does her makeup, etc). Idk I like seeing opposites come together☺️

my man my man my man my man is right baby! Awwwwww thank you so much. Words cannot describe how this made me feel (giggling and blushing reading this) I LOVE YOU ❤️💕😘

Alastor didn’t know what attracted him to you. The two of you were complete opposites. From completely different eras.

Your attitude, style, language, hobbies all of it was so different from his time.

But he adored you nonetheless.

You used to think he was so old-fashioned. Not liking modern tech, reading the paper, cooking home cooked meals instead of takeout. Often confused when he spoke in riddles than actually being direct.

But the two of you made a cute pair.

For instance:

You were sitting at your vanity, makeup sprawled everywhere as your hiphop playlist played. You were recording a video or ‘going live’ as you put it. Alastor found himself liking the music you played as he got ready.

”who’s the old man?” He heard you say, a laugh bubbling from you as you broke out in giggles. He turned his head to see you give a sly smile in his direction before turning back to your camera.

”oh that fossil?” you chirped, giggling at the comments flooding your feed.

Another comment must have caught your attention because you snorted.

Alastor never understood your need to be on social media. To entertain others that weren’t him, but he let you be.

He was curious. What had you giggling so much?

You smiled as he appeared behind you, large lanky frame entering the camera frame. He wasn’t glitching.

”Dearest what’s got you so ticketed?”he asked, peering over your shoulder to look at the little words appear on your screen.

’why is an old man in the room with you?’

’HE BAGGED A BADDIE LIKE YOU? NO WAY!’

’definitely a sugar daddy’

’why you with that old man?’

He tilted his head, where they referring to him? His lip curled as he read the comments, looking at you for some context.

You giggled,wrapping an arm around his neck to rub his cheek against yours lovingly.

”yes yes this is MY man. Alastor tell everyone ‘hello’ ” he growled instead,giving your glossy lips a peck before walking back to finish getting ready.

You giggled, continuing to put your makeup on as you sang along to your music, eyes reading the comments on Alastor.

”I put this WAP on him y’all hahaha but no You know i looooove the way he treats me. Absolute princess treatment” you laughed. Alastor adjusted his bow tie on final time before turning his attention back to you

You had finished your makeup, standing up you showed your outfit of the day and made silly faces.

You leaned over your chair to read a comment

”He must be dicking you down real goodt” you read out loud and before you could respond your phone glitched out, ending your live.

You pouted, turning to Alastor “Al!”

He wrapped his lanky arms around your plush form, “such lewd comments” he said admiring your makeup.

Sometimes you catch yourself humming the songs he played as he cooked. You were NOT a cooker, so watching Alastor helped you figure out what went with what for when you actually attempted to cook.

”baby what’s that?” You asked as he pulled out multiple seasonings. He explained each seasoning, what the flavor did in different recipes and how to properly blend them so they weren’t so hard but a subtle taste. 

You weren’t too keen on his cannibalistic ways, but you loved to watch his process.

Angel and Husk often made snide comments about how you must be rubbing off on the old demon. 

“He did not use that slang right toots, what are you teaching him?”

You would shrug it off, thinking it was cute Alastor was picking up on your modern language.

Most days when the hotel wasn’t on fire, you and Alastor sat in bliss; him reading the newspaper as you asked him his opinion on random posts you saw as you scrolled on your phone.

Alastor loved to take you to lounges, not disgusting clubs you were so privy to. He thought you need to be exposed to ‘real music and dancing’. He would drag you to the dancefloor, pulling you in for a waltz or whatever old timey dance from his time.

While he didn’t mind the lustful sensation of your body rolling against his, he loved watching you trying to learn steps to old dances.

The way you flushed with embarrassment as you stepped on his toes as you tried to follow always made him laugh.

Alastor was not a fan of your attitude. You were sassy and always spoke your mind, not caring that he often spoke empty threats at you. You never cowered at him and always had to get the last word in. It really ticked him off, but it also made his chest swirl with lust when you never backed down from him.

Your arguments often led to the two of you fucking it out.

Him degrading you as you hiss insults at him, but purring as he pounded your pussy into the mattress.

The two of you were like puzzle pieces. You fit together perfectly, even if the picture looked odd.

The two of you wouldn’t have it any other way

[bad268]

maybe a story where kimis gf (reader) has curly hair and she does her curly hair routine on kimi. love your writing!! 💓

Curl TLC (Andrea Kimi Antonelli X Curly Hair! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/F2/F3

Requested: Clearly (Thank you <3 and as someone with curly hair, I had too much fun with this)

Warnings: None

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 1332

Summary: Kimi needed some help with his curls.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

It was something you always noticed. Kimi’s hair was always unruly after a race, but after being with him for almost a year, you noticed the little things. His curls used to be so well-formed and clean, but now, it’s like he was losing his curl pattern. And given that you also had curly hair, you decided to teach him your tricks during an off weekend. 

“I don’t see why this is important,” He complained as soon as you started rinsing his hair. “This seems like a lot.”

“I haven’t even done anything yet,” You laughed as you made sure none of the water got in his eyes. “This is just water.”

“But the number of things you have is concerning,” He replied as he glanced over at the three bottles and diffuser on the counter.

“That’s nothing,” You dismissed as you grabbed the shampoo specifically for curly hair. “Now, this is my shampoo. The first time I do it-”

“You’re gonna do it more than once?” Kimi cut you off as he tried to sit down, but you put your hand on his shoulder to sit him back down in front of the sink. 

“Yes, the first time, I’ll give you a head massage. It helps get all the dead skin off your scalp and It’s just really relaxing,” You explained as you applied the shampoo to his roots. As you began working it through his hair. You knew better than to explain your process when you were scratching his scalp because you knew he would not be listening. As soon as you started, his eyes shut and that was game over. After a few minutes, you turned the water back on to rinse it. Maybe, you let a little splash onto Kimi’s face, causing his eyes to snap open and look up at you. “The first shampoo is to get everything off your scalp. The second one is to get all the dead skin out of your hair.”

“That sounds gross,” Kimi cringed as he settled back into his seat. “It’s just two, right?”

“Two shampoos, yes,” You answered as you started with the second shampoo treatment. “Then, we’ll condition once and put curl cream in your hair. I’ll show you how to form your curls, and then I’ll help you dry your hair with a diffuser.”

“What even is that?” He asked confused as you turned the water off to let the conditioner sit.

“I don’t know how to describe it,” You laughed as you sat on his lap to pass the time. Kimi immediately tried to bring his hands to his hair, but you grabbed them and held them to his side. “No, don’t touch it! Leave it alone!”

“That’s not fair!” He complained but leaned into you to kiss you. 

“I know what you’re trying to do,” You dragged out as you pulled away and leaned your forehead against his. You felt his arms trying to pull themselves from your hold, so you adjusted your grip, “And it’s not going to work.”

“How long do I need to leave this in? It itches,” Kimi complained with no real heat behind his words. It did not really itch, but it was a different formula than he was used to. The texture was just weird to him, and he wanted it off.

“A few more minutes,” You said as you looked at his hair. The curls were starting to form back on their own, so that was going to make your job easier later on. “If it’s really bugging you, I can rinse it now and we can move on to the cream and diffusing.”

“Please?” He asked he gave you puppy eyes. He knew you could never say no to him then.

“Fine,” You sighed in mock offense as you stood up and walked around to stand at his side to wash the conditioner out. “I just don’t think you’re used to it, bu don’t worry. You’ll learn to love it.”

“That sounds threatening,” Kimi laughed as he closed his eyes when you turned the water back on.

“Take it how you wish,” You joked as you finished rinsing his hair. You grabbed a towel after turning the water off and gently dried his hair a bit. “Here, stand in front of the mirror and I’ll show you how to define your curls.”

“I never knew it was this complicated,” Kimi groaned as he stood up and stood beside you. You removed the towel and inspected the natural curls he had already formed. You were just planning on working with what he had. They were fairly spaced out right and they were already semi-formed. They just needed a little cleaning up, and that’s exactly what the curl cream would do. “What is that?”

“Curl cream,” You said simply as you put a little on your fingers and started to run it through a section of his hair. “It’s going to help your curls hold their shape and be less frizzy.”

“Is it going to make them hard?” Kimi complained as he watched you through the mirror.

“First off, that’s what she said,” You giggle as you move on to the next section. Kimi laughed a little, but he gently slapped your arm in response. “Secondly, no. It’s not. All it does is help them hold. They’ll still be soft. You’ve never noticed my hair being crunchy.”

“Oh, good,” Kimi said to himself. He watched you for a minute before asking, “What are you doing now?”

“I’m using my fingers to wrap your curls, so they will be more defined,” You explained, slowing down to show him. “Look. I take this piece of hair, wrap it around my finger, and then gently, keynote on gently, twirl it off. You try.” He tried it. Did it look perfect? No. Would it work for now? Yes. He’s learning, but it's a good start. “That looks good! You’ll get better, I promise.”

“As long as you’re here to help,” He sighed. “It’s a lot of work.”

“You don’t always have to do all of this,” You explained. “Some days, just washing with shampoo and conditioner works just fine. Your curls just needed some TLC today, so we did the whole nine yards, but normally, I would not do the curl cream or diffusing. Only when I’m feeling extra.”

“Oh, good to know,” Kimi trailed off as you finished off forming his curls and moved to grab the diffuser. “This is next, right?”

“Yes! If you want, I can show you how to do it, then let you. Or I can just do it,” You offered, but he immediately handed you the dryer. You chuckled at his eagerness to get rid of the object but started to blow dry his hair. “Flip your head down.”

“I feel like this is unnecessary,” He grumbled but did so without question. You did not listen to him as you just laughed to yourself and moved on with blow-drying his hair. “Why is it so cold?”

“It’s cold to start with, but I’ll warm it up as we finish up,” You replied. “Heat ruins your hair, so even though we’re blow-drying your hair, it’s going to be cool air.”

“I don’t like it,” He groaned as he tried to lean away from the cool air.

“Well, lucky for you, you don’t have a lot of hair, so you're basically done,” You said as you ran your hand through a couple of strands without separating them, and you noticed they were completely done. You decided to explain the rules as you started putting everything away. “Don’t brush it, don't run your hands through it, and do not put a helmet on for a while. In a way, it’s a good thing you don’t have a race for a couple of weeks.” 

“About that,” Kimi trailed off, causing your face to drop immediately, “I was gonna go karting tomorrow.”

“You better not! I worked hard to make those curls!”

~~~~~

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[tokischaaaaa]

shawty give us single dad hamzah whose lookin for a gf and they meet on a dating app 🗯️👍

feels right

!hamzah x !poc reader

warning! : cursing, fluff maybe some smut 🤫

word count!: 2.3k

“hamzah i’m tired of you moaning and groaning about failed dates,” martin says while playing with red.

“so what do you want me to do, sulk and be an unhappy dad to amir?” hamzah scoffed.

amir is hamzah’s 5 ½ year old son, his pride and joy, and his better half.

“no, let me set you up on tinder. all you’re past dates have been from you asking girls out without knowing anything about them before the date.” martin said grabbing hamzah phone.

“hey!” hamzah groaned, and stood up. “i have to go pick up amir from daycare, when i come back i hope this tinder shit is done or whatever.” hamzah sighed.

as hamzah was on his way to pick up amir, he switched the radio on,

the song ‘someone to call my lover’ started to play, hamzah scoffed due to the name of the song seeming like a sign from the universe to mock hamzahs current love dilemma.

“friends say i’m crazy ‘cause i easily fall in love

you gotta do it different J, this time.”

“ain’t no way,” hamzah said to himself rubbing his forehead. the song seemed to be singing his story, especially since amir’s birth mother seemed like hamzahs yin to his yang but he was far from correct. amir’s mom and hamzah had gotten along so well in the beginning of their relationship that then amir was made.

when hamzah found out he was going to be a father, he was excited and happy. he thought amir’s mom was too, but no. a few weeks after amir’s birth, his mother left. everything she once always left behind at hamzahs apartment was now forever gone.

it took hamzah a few years to deal with such a tremendous loss and confusing situation. however, once he would awake and see amir’s smile and joy, all of hamzahs worries would melt away. hamzah made his goal to be able to be there for amir all the way that his mother couldn’t, and which would be possible for hamzah to be.

as hamzah pulled into amir’s daycare he got out of the car and locked it and entered the house.

once he walked inside he saw amir in the back playing with a large group of kids around his age. however, there was a woman approaching hamzah.

“can i help you sir?”

“yeah, i’m here to pick up amir.”

“i’ll have to see ID sir.” she said eyeing hamzah down.

“i’ve picked him up for a year straight, now i have to give ID?” hamzah scoffed.

“yes sir, plus i haven’t seen you around here so if i did then maybe then i would’ve recognized you.” she said rolling her eyes.

hamzah took out his ID, and the woman took his ID and looked at past records showing he had picked up amir before.

“you’re good to go mr. hamzah.” she sneered.

hamzah rolled his eyes once again at the woman and went to get amir.

hamzah snook up behind amir to surprise his son,

“guess who!” hamzah gasped.

“papa!” amir cried, turning to hug his dad.

the woman that checked hamzah’s ID couldn’t help but feel a warm feeling when she saw amir hug his father.

as hamzah collected amir’s backpack the two walked to the exit but not before amir said goodbye to the woman at the checkout. “bye miss y/n!”

“bye amir! have a good night!” y/n said smiling at amir, and quickly gave hamzah a quick sour look as the father and son exited the daycare.

“so that’s her name,” hamzah thought.

“who, miss y/n?” amir asked.

“yeah, i’ve never seen her before but she seemed ‘interesting.’” hamzah said before hoisting amir on his shoulders as they walked to hamzahs car.

“uncle martin, can you show me how to play mario cart please?” amir asked tugging his uncles shirt.

“in a second amir, i just need to show your dad how to do something.” martin said smiling at the little boy.

“so if you like someone swipe right, if not swipe left. and if you wanna talk to someone you have to wait until they swipe right on you too.” martin said pointing to hamzahs phone.

“ahh i see, thanks martin. maybe ill actually get some luck on here.” hamzah shrugged.

“yeah, i think it’ll work on here though you’ll get to know some fun facts about people rather then having to guess everything.” martin said walking towards amir to play mario with him.

“why does papa need to swipe right?” amir asked as he handed martin the other controller.

“to meet new friends ami,” yelled hamzah from the kitchen as he did the dishes.

“ahh i see.” amir said and turned towards the TV. “maybe you’ll become friends with miss y/n,” hummed amir.

immediately a glass could be heard broken in the kitchen.

both martin and amir’s head turn to hamzah in the kitchen, “maybe amir

“you and your dad are kinda similar,” martin said to himself.

later,

martin had now left and hamzah just finished getting amir ready for bed. hamzah headed to amir’s room to tuck him in. “pa,” amir mumbled,

“yes ami,”

“one of my friends at day day, was asking if i could do a play date. can i go papa?”

hamzah smiled, “of course ami, i just need to meet his parents.”

hamzah kissed amir’s forehead, and tucked his son in the sheets before saying, “good night amir, i love you”, and leaving his sons bedroom.

though the room was small he made sure it would be able to be a place of comfort for amir forever and always.

after hamzah closed the door he took out his phone and headed to his bedroom to mess around on his phone with tinder before going to sleep,

as he first opened the app he saw some men and swiped left again and again. as he looked at people’s bio he read them carefully and kept swiping left since no one caught his attention yet..

until he stopped and saw a familiar pair of eyes, y/n’s.

“shit, she is on here.” hamzah grinned.

he swiped through her profile and read her interests

dog person

fire sign

likes: brent fayiez, conversation, creativity

dislikes: small talk, sassy men

he couldn’t help but laugh when her dislike read, sassy men. he knew that he fit into that category, but that didn’t matter to hamzah, he was gonna shoot his shot.

he swiped right, and moments later his screen lit with the notification that she swiped right on him aswel.

he immediately opened the message button next to her profile and began to think of something sly yet flirty to say to y/n, genuinely he wanted to impress her just as much as she was impressed with his love for his son.

hamzah: wanted to see me again?

y/n: sure buddy, but i could ask you the same question.

y/n: i mean you did swipe right first.

hamzah: touché, but how are you doing?

y/n: better since i saw you

hamzah: feisty are we?

y/n: only for you 👹

on the other side of the screen, y/n was vigorously kicking her feet in the air, and making funny faces at hamzahs texts.

but she didn’t want him to know that.

as Hamzah read Y/N's last message, a smile spread across his face. He couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement. He was intrigued by her confidence and wit. He quickly typed a response.

hamzah: Only for me, huh? What makes me so special?

y/n: maybe it's the way you light up when you see Amir. Or how you stood your ground when I asked for your ID. Or maybe, it's just because you seem like a genuinely good guy.

hamzah: You noticed all that, huh?

y/n: I'm observant. Comes with the job.

hamzah: Fair enough. So, how about we turn this virtual chitchat into a real-life conversation? Coffee tomorrow?

y/n: sounds perfect. I'll see you at the café on Maple Street at 10 AM?

hamzah: so It's a date. cant wait to see you again ngl

y/n: me too petty boy.

y/n: *pretty* but petty works too

hamzah: 🙄

The next morning, Hamzah felt a mix of nerves and excitement as he dropped Amir off at daycare. "Papa has a big day today, buddy," he said, ruffling Amir's hair.

"Are you going to see Miss Y/N?" Amir asked innocently.

hamzah chuckled. "Maybe, buddy. Maybe."

When Hamzah arrived at the café, y/n was already there, sipping on a cafecito. She looked up and smiled warmly when she saw him. "Hey," she said, standing up to greet him.

"Hey yourself," Hamzah replied, leaning in for a hug. "You look great." hamzah said.

y/n wore a flowing white outfit that highlighted her sun-kissed skin. her strapless top tied in the front, showing off her shoulders and midriff. A chain belt around her waist complemented her tiered skirt that flowed to her ankles. Simple gold jewelry completed her chic look.

"thanks. you too," y/n said, a slight blush on her cheeks. They found a cozy corner table and started talking. The conversation flowed easily, their chemistry undeniable. They shared stories about their lives, their hopes, and their dreams. hamzah was captivated by y/n’s passion for her work and her kindness.

as they finished their coffee, Hamzah couldn't resist asking, "how about dinner tonight?"

y/n eyes lit up. "I'd love that."

that evening, they met at a charming little restaurant. The candlelight added a romantic ambiance, and as they enjoyed their meal, they realized how much they enjoyed each other's company. after dinner, Hamzah suggested a walk by the river.

"that sounds like a great way to end the night," y/n said.

they walked side by side, their hands occasionally brushing against each other. finally, Hamzah took her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. "I've had an amazing time tonight," he said softly.

"me too," y/n replied, looking up at him.

back at Hamzah's apartment, they were about to netflix n chill on the couch when hamzah’s phone rang. as hamzah was grabbing the phone he bumped into y/n’s ass,

“sorry about that,” hamzah sighed embarrassed

“your good,” y/n inching closer to hamzah.

“really?” hamah said in a deep tone.

“yea,” she said before clashing her lips with his.

both their lips attached to the others, hamzahs hands were all over y/n’s ass and y/n’s all in hamzahs curls. hamzah slapped her ass, which earned him a moan from y/n, and started removing her clothes quickly. y/n began to do the same, but was caught off guard once she heard the phone ring again. as hamzahs head was lowering from y/n’s face towards her breasts, she grabbed the phone and put it to his ear, so the phone could stop disturbing such an intimate moments between the two adults.

“papa i wanna come home,” it was amir. amir had been at a sleepover but was now scared and wanted to come home. without hesitation, Hamzah and y/n rushed to pick him up.

when they arrived at the sleepover, amir ran into Hamzah's arms, tears streaming down his face. "I missed you, Papa."

"I missed you too, buddy," Hamzah said, holding him tight.

back at Hamzah's apartment, Hamzah decided to take a quick shower, leaving y/n to comfort Amir. She rocked him back and forth, whispering soothing words until he fell asleep on her chest.

“it’s okay buddy, you’re daddy’s here, he just needed to take a shower. you’re home, to all your stuffies too.” y/n smiled.

“yeah i guess you’re right miss y/n,” amir mumbled.

“oh baby, you don’t need to call me miss y/n, just y/n is okay.” y/n said then gave amir a kiss on his forehead.

hamzah returned to find amir laying on y/n trying to stay awake, and couldn't help but smile. he gently took amir from y/n’s arms and laid him in his bed.

returning to his bedroom, Hamzah found Y/N waiting for him. He closed the door softly and joined her on the bed. "Thank you for being here," he said, his voice filled with gratitude.

y/n smiled. "There's nowhere else I'd rather be."

Hamzah leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep kiss. y/n responded eagerly, her hands exploring his body. The night was filled with passion and connection, their bond growing stronger with each moment.

hamzah removed y/n’s clothes once again and was finally able to do what he was trying to do before getting a call from amir.

he inched his head down and was met with y/n’s bra.

“may i?” he asked

“yes,” y/n said quickly and hamzah unclipped it.

he stared at her breasts in awe for a few moments before remembering what he was trying to do.

he began to place his warm lips on y/n’a breast but she stopped him and pointed to his visible friend.

“take off your pants,” she said in a deep tone.

he obeyed and ripped off his pants.

as hamzah went back to y/n’s breasts she began to pump his manhood up and down.

moans could be heard from the both of them, getting louder after each kiss, and eventually grinding.

hamzah flipped y/n on her back so he could get a good view of her pretty face and pretty pussy.

“hamzah get close,” y/n whispered,

hamzah got close to her face and she grabbed his chin and began to kiss his face all over and managed to grab his cock and insert it inside of herself.

their moans overlapped each others as they made skin to skin contact.

“i need you close baby,” y/n moaned out.

hamzah put his arms behind y/ns head and put his head down to kiss y/n as he started to move his torso in a circular motion.

y/n was still adjusting to his size, tears came out of her eyes and hamzah kissed her cheeks, “you’re doing great y/n,” he said then kissed her forehead.

y/n slowly inched her head up to get more kisses by hamzah, his manhood had her under a trance of need.

“you really want my lips on you, huh?” hamzah whispered in her ear.

“i don’t know what you do to me hamzah, but i love it.” y/n yelled as y/n felt a knot in her stomach.

“i’m close,” hamzah said putting his head in y/n’s shoulder.

“do it, i’m on the pill.” y/n smiled

hamzah grinned and gave a few more thrusts before both of their climax’s came and crashed together like waves in the ocean.

as they lay together afterward, y/n rested her head on hamzahs chest. "this feels right," she whispered.

"it does," Hamzah agreed, holding her close. "It really does."

tokischaaa talks: tbh istg the storyline for this changed so much that’s why it took me a little longer lol but hope yall enjoy

[softxsuki]

Urgent request! Before I start I just want to say that if you are overwhelmed with asks or are uncomfortable with this request please feel free to ignore it. Anyway, can I request baji, and mitsuya with a very sunshine/ happy go lucky gf who’s always smiling but one day they see her self harm scars (that she’s never said anything about)? I’ve always been the therapist friend and the one to help people when no one else would, but no one ever helped me.

I always wear long sleeves cause mine go all up my arm and I hate them. I’ve been clean for a few years now but I never wear short sleeves due to people making uncomfortable comments and just out right being rude to me for having them. I’ve had family members yell at me for hurting myself/ having scars, never really asking if I’m ok. I just want to comforted by my favorite boys and actually be able to vent to someone without being judged and not have to keep up being happy all of the time.

Side note: keep up the great work, I’ve read through your stuff and it has really brought me comfort :’) also take as much time as you need, i don’t want to rush you

Baji and Mitsuya (Separate) Comforting Sunshine S/O After Seeing Her Scars

mentions of self-harm and scars, please don't read if those things will be harmful to you, rather than comforting pls

Pairings: Baji x Fem!Reader, Mitsuya x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of scars, alluding to self-harm

Genre: Comfort

Word Count: 520

Post-Type: Headcanons

Summary: In which you're usually happy-go-lucky so they're shocked when your sleeve raises and they see scars there

[A/N: Hey hun <3 thank you so much for being so sweet and patient, I really appreciate it! I was more than happy to write this for you. I just hope this is able to bring you some comfort! Thank you always for the support <3]

Baji:

Baji is shocked, he’s used to seeing your strong side, the side of you that’s always put together and happy

You always had a smile on your face and never failed to spread that sunshine to the people around you as well, including himself–it’s one of the reasons why he fell for you so quickly

So when he sees those scars for the first time and you let him in on what you’ve been feeling behind your smile, he becomes very protective over you

Not only did he think he needed to protect you from others, but now also from yourself

Of course, this man was always protective of you, but even more so when he sees your scars

He feels bad for the times he ranted to you when you were probably going through your own struggles and he didn’t even realize it

Awkwardly says that he’s there for you if you want to talk about anything (he’s bad with feelings, but at least he’s trying)

Give him some time to loosen up and get used to all this

Yes, he’s very awkward at first and kinda doesn’t know how to go about acting now, but give him some guidance and he’ll figure it out

He loves you and just wants you to be okay, so expect a very clingy Baji for the next few weeks until you open up more to him and show your true feelings in front of him instead of hiding them behind a smile like you always did

Mitsuya: 

Mitsuya is also shocked at the sight of your scars, but he’d never let that shock appear on his face

He has always been your biggest support system, so he’s definitely going to be even more now than ever

Presses kisses to your scars, no matter how old or fresh they are, with the utmost of care, showing you how much he loves you and how these scars change nothing between you

Goes out of his way to design you shirts with long sleeves or jackets when the weather gets colder that he knows you’ll love, if you decide to continue to cover the scars

But makes sure you know that there’s nothing to hide, he accepts all of you, even your arms with scars, and nobody would be stupid enough to comment about them with him around

To him, those scars are proof of your strength, you got through some of the hardest moments of your life and you’re still around pushing through it all, he admires that so much, but he’d never let you go through those battles alone anymore to the point where cutting felt like your only route to relief

Mitusya makes extra time for you in his day, checking in on you and spending time with you to make sure you’re doing okay

Encourages you to speak your true feelings with him, there’s absolutely no judgment with him at all; you don’t need to plaster a fake smile on your face to please him

He wants to face your problems with you and help you overcome them together

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Posted: 12/11/2023

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mad woman — ethan landry (epilogue)

word count: 791

pairing: ethan landry x gf!fem!reader

author’s note: as i told you, i’m a rom-com girly, so i couldn’t have ended it any other way. thank you for supporting my work💕🫶🏻 i don’t think i’ll do other ethan series, but i’ll for sure do one shots for him!

last part ; series masterlist

EVERYTHING WENT FINE FOR THE KIRSCHES AND THE FREEMAN GIRL. They got away with it—the fact that Bailey was part of the police clearly helped a lot—, Quinn and her dad left NY because she would still have to live in clandestinity and Bailey didn’t want to leave his daughter alone.

Ethan and Y/N, on the other hand, decided to finish they college education. They moved in together and their relationship grew stronger and stronger with each passing day.

They now were about to celebrate their fourth year as a couple, and Ethan had big plans for it. He had consulted it with his sister thousands of times—if she didn’t love them so much, she would’ve blocked him already—but he finally had it all planned.

“Babe that was the longest walk ever, did I have to do it blind-folded?” she asked with a laugh once Ethan told her they had arrived.

“I promise it’s worth it” his breath tickled the back of her neck and, even after four years of being by his side, it still gave her chills and made her heart go wild. His soft fingertips made contact with her hair to take the blindfold off.

She blinked a few times, to get accustomed to the light, and her jaw flew open. They were on the roof, and by the sight of the big campus, she figured they were on the Blackmore University building. But it wasn’t dark and lifeless as usual, Ethan set up a blanket and some cushions on the floor and candles around it.

Y/N smiled and then looked at her boyfriend. The warm light of the fairy lights—that were hung on the wall—reflected on his face and he couldn’t look more beautiful. “Ethan this is… perfect”

“Only the best for you, of course” he flashed his pretty smile that was only reserved for her. “Let’s eat”.

They sat on the green blanket and ate the lasagna Y/N made. Ethan could barely swallow his food from nervousness, and Y/N, who knew him like the back of her hand, obviously took notice of that.

“Eth, what’s wrong?” she asked, putting her hand on top of his.

“I…” he sighted before standing up. Y/N watched him go to one corner and turn on the small speaker he brought. A tune she instantly recognized filled the room. “This song made me think of you… well, of us”.

“Timeless by Taylor Swift made you think of us?” Y/N asked with a smile, tears already filled her eyes. And she didn’t even know what was about to happen. “That’s… that’s so sweet”.

Ethan smiled, sitting back next to her “Yeah… I never felt anything like this before. To be honest, I didn’t even think this feeling existed. But… everything is better since you entered my life—which, by the way, thank you for being noisy” he said, making her laugh. Tears running down both of their faces “I think of my life before I met you and I get this horrible feeling on my chest… I don’t want to imagine a life without you. I want to spend the rest of my life by your side, have kids, adopt pets, buy a house, watch how our hair turns grey…” he made a pause “Get married…”.

Y/N smiled “Your list is on a weird order, Eth” she laughed.

“Shut up” he laughed, his lips meet hers for a millisecond “What I am trying to say is… I love you, and I want us to be together forever. So, Y/N, would you like to marry me?” He showed her an engagement ring with an emerald stone. Y/N laughed, which made Ethan frown “That was not the answer I expected”.

“No! I mean, yes! I want to marry you. I would love to marry you” she said kissing his cheeks, lips, forehead, jaw “I laughed because… well” she took a little box from her bag and showed him the content. “We both had the same plan”.

“Oh my god” Ethan laughed. “Well, aren’t you gonna ask the question, love?”.

“Dear beautiful, gorgeous, breathtaking Ethan… would you make me the happiest girl in the world and take my hand in marriage?” she asked in a posh voice.

Ethan rolled his eyes “Do you always have to kill the romantic vibe?”

Y/N arched her brow “Is that a no?”

“It’s a put the fucking ring on me already” he said. And Y/N obeyed, and then Ethan did the same to her. “I can’t wait to get married”

“Me neither. I love you, so so much”

Ethan grabbed her waist to pull her to his lap “But I love you more”

“Not a chance” she laughed, resting her forehead against his.

“Should we celebrate this, fiancé?” he smirked, his eyes filled with need and lust.

“Let’s go home, fiancé”

[1000roughdrafts]

i thought of one more (i'm sorry!): could i please request a teenage!winchesters and teenage!reader (samxreader as either crushes or bf/gf, sam and reader are like 13 and dean is 17) where reader is stuck with the brothers while her parents are hunting with john and reader is pmsing hard and sam is convinced that she's possessed by a demon and it's up to dean to give an awkward, impromptu facts of life lesson to the embarrassed reader and the embarrassed (but curious lol) sam?

Don't be sorry!! I'M sorry for not getting this out sooner!!!

Warnings: mention of menstruation, minor characters used, minor gore (with menstruation)

Word Count: 1.4k

Being the daughter of a hunter in debt to John Winchester, Y/N is frequently dragged from town to town and pawned off to the hands of a 17-year-old Dean Winchester while her dad helps John on a case. Y/N would protest this more if it weren't for the youngest Winchester, Sam, who she may have a little bit of a crush on. She'd never admit to it, but she usually looks forward to the time she gets to spend with him, even if it did mean being left out of the action of a hunt.

Today, however, is a different story, because Y/N is having a visit from what dad calls "shark week". When she first got it, she was terrified, and dad heard her screams from across the house. But all he ever said about it was that he wasn't expecting it so soon, and she was entering womanhood. When she asked if that meant she'd be able to go hunting with him, he laughed, and tossed a box of pads at her. "Absolutely not," he'd said.

Too consumed with rage, confusion, and this horrible twisting pain in her stomach, Y/N completely misses the look of excitement on Sam's face when she arrives. She angrily tosses her bag onto the floor by the door and immediately regrets it. She gives a curt goodbye to her dad and tries to shake away the weird feeling, but the more she tries to fight it, the worse it gets. She tries to take deep breaths the way her dad taught her until Sam interrupts. “Heya, Y/N! Dean and I were about to watch a show, you wanna join us?"

"No," she says flatly, surprising herself with her tone. She is unsure of what to call the emotions that bubble inside of her. It's like she wants to hug him after not seeing him for so long but punch him for not giving her any time to get settled. She isn't interested in watching anything when her stomach feels like it's being stabbed over and over by a million knives. She looks up just in time to see his face fall, and she's upset with herself for she'd just spoken to him. "'No, thank you', is what I meant to say, sorry," she says, plopping into the chair, wanting nothing more than to become invisible.

Sam shoots Dean a look of concern, but Dean just shrugs, saying, "chicks."

Shaking his head, Sam slowly and curiously approaches Y/N, studying her face carefully as he sits in the chair next to her. With a gentle shrug, he says, "that's okay, we can do something else," he suggests, still watching her face for anything out of the ordinary.

"I don't want to, Sam" she says, but her bottom lip quivers in regret. The words are coming out on their own as if her body, or this "Shark Week" has taken over her, leaving her without control of her own thoughts, emotions or words. She covers her face in an attempt to stifle the sobs that break out of her, and soon after she's laughing at the absurdity of it all. She takes a deep breath, and relaxes into the seat, "I'm sorry," she says, "again. We can watch TV."

Sam's eyebrows furrow as he looks to Dean, smiling away at the magazine, and then back to Y/N, "are you okay, Y/N?" he asks.

"Yes! Why does everyone keep asking me if I'm okay!" she growls, "first my dad, then John, now you!"

Sam is taken aback by this, and that's when he notices that her hand is held tightly on her stomach. Suddenly, it all makes sense. Sam is confident that this isn't Y/N, that Y/N is in there somewhere, fighting to be free from whatever demon is possessing her.

"Okay!" he says, hands held up to her, "it's just... you're not you today, is all," he frowns. She glares at him, and for a moment he swears her eyes flickered black! He gasps, jumping out of his seat, "Dean, can I talk to you outside, please?"

"Oh, jeeze, Sam. Relax, would ya?" Dean says without looking up from his magazine, "just give the girl some space."

"Dean," Sam whispers through clenched teeth, taking a step closer to him, "I don't think that's a girl anymore."

Y/N stands from her chair, "what did you just say?" she snarls.

Sam swallows hard, "no, it's just..." he looks at his brother for help, but all Dean can do is laugh. With a frown, Sam looks at Y/N again. There's definitely something different about her, an anger in her face that he's never seen before. He whispers something to Dean that Y/N can't hear.

Y/N crosses her arms, "hmm?"

"Don't be ridiculous," Dean laughs, but Sam hurries to grab a glass of holy water. With a shaky hand, he turns to approach Y/N.

"Woah! What the Hell do you plan on doing with that?" she asks, taking a few steps back.

"See, Dean! I told you!"

"You think I'm possessed?" she cries, and then the realization hits her. Maybe there is a demon that has possessed her body! Maybe that's why her dad dropped her off here, or why he gave her the pads in case she needed to contain the demon somehow. It would certainly explain why she doesn't feel like she can control herself or her emotions. Her face flushes, and her whole body gets hot. She rushes to the window to let in some fresh air, but before she could get to it, Sam dumps the water on her, drenching her face and hair.

"Woah woah woah," Dean says, jumping up to stand between Sam and Y/N.

"No! Dean, she could be a demon!" Sam shouts, his voice cracking.

"Sam, no, I promise she's not a demon." Dean turns to look at Y/N as she wipes the water and tears off her face. "Listen, uh, why don't you two sit down?" he sighs. He pops into the bathroom to grab a towel, and tosses it to Y/N, "here. There's a blanket over there, too, if you want it."

Y/N only nods, taking the towel to her face and hair.

Dean rubs his hand down his face and looks at the wide eyes of the two kids in front of him. Sam nervously shakes his knee, continually glancing at Y/N to make sure she doesn't try anything. Dean pulls a chair from the table and props it in front of Sam and Y/N.

He flips it around to use the back of it as an arm rest. Sitting down, his eyes bounce from Y/N's tearful, red face to Sam's, and he laughs when he sees how scared his little brother is. In a chuckle, he looks directly at Y/N and says, "our dads suck for not explaining this to either of you," his eyes move to Sam. He shakes his head again, thinking of how ridiculous it is that he has to be the one to have the 'birds and the bees' conversation with them.

"What Y/N is going through is perfectly normal," he says, looking from Sam to Y/N, "it's called a 'period', and it's when the lining of your uterus sheds, which causes you to bleed. Hence the pads. And the change in hormones is what causes mood swings, not a demonic possession," he sighs, "any questions? No? Okay, good," he says, smacking his legs with his hands before standing up.

"Wait, Dean," Sam says, twisting his fingers in his hand, "why does it shed, though?" he whispers, looking over at Y/N, who shies away from his glance.

"Something to do with the egg not being fertilized. It's part of the reproduction process," Dean sighs.

"Reproduction? But how does the egg get fertilized? And what happens when it does?" Sam asks.

"You are making it sound like I'm a chicken or something," Y/N snorts.

Dean quickly moves the chair back to the table, "okay, no," he says hand up at Sam, "I'm not having that conversation with you two. You'll figure it out one day. In the meantime, Sam no more exorcists on poor Y/N."

Y/N sinks into her seat, trying to hide out of embarrassment from her body being the subject of conversation since she got here.

"I'm sorry," Sam squeaks, and Y/N can barely look him in the eyes, "I'm sorry for thinking you were a demon, Y/N."

Dean can't help but to laugh. "I'm gonna go out for some drinks from the vending machine. I'll be back."

"It's okay, Sam," Y/N whispers, "I kind of thought that, too for a minute," she giggles. "Can we watch that show, now?"

“Sure, Y/N,” he smiles, clicking the remote

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Lookism Men x Female Reader "Their types on a woman" PART 4

Thanks for the request @chocolatemilk1221! You have already read my mind that I was going to do a Samuel and DG one. And yes, I'll make a part 5 and 6 of this (if possible). Genre: Fluff☁️and slight lime (not too explicit) Warnings: Mature themes

Samuel Seo (Seo Seon Geun)

I honestly think that Samuel's not even into dating because he doesn't find anyone interesting (he's in love with himself bbg).

He probably had one night stands with anybody but he'll just forget or brush it off later on. That's it. (Headcannon: Samuel likes women who are a bit older than him (1 year age gap example)

Also doesn't like whiny and noisy girls. It annoys the hell out of him.

Samuel likes women who are matured in thinking but not too boring (just like Gun).

He also likes it when their someone hypes him up but not really like cheerleaders and obsessed fan girls who will scream his name from the top of their lungs. But if their gf believes in him on what's he's doing and genuinely showers him lots of compliments without sugar-coating it too much, he'll smirk at this feeling amused and good for himself. For example: "Your hair looks good today". or "You actually fight good". Compliments like this can soothe Samuel's inferiority complex so give him lots of positive comments about himself. He won't say too much or he'll just grin at you (he loves it so much).

And his ideal type is someone who will do anything to strive for success. A someone that is passionate about the things she loves doing can strike Samuel's attention. It makes him less feel alone since he himself is too obsessed with power. But you just wanting to do something for a living just to provide yourself can make him kind of confused with people like you. A woman with a normal lifestyle? It kind of bothers him a bit. Samuel is often surrounded with women who are either abusive, just cares about hooking up or is just plain boring for him (well except for the girls who work in the Big Deal street though he doesn't care much). But he can feel it when someone who's actually genuine and kind, so it can probably soften his tough interior. He also wonders why some women just don't care about money and power and just wants to go to the flow and live a normal life. (Like not that money is not important but y'know what I mean). It's probably because he never got to experience a loving family, so having a soft girlfriend can make him a bit relaxed and composed.

But you gotta keep this man calm since his emotions get in the way sometimes. He finds it annoying sometimes and he'll probably curse at you for minding other's business, but if he sees you cry or hurt it can make him feel guilty about the things he had said to you ( I don't really like this kind of attitude or condone emotional abuse). Samuel will try to make it up to you though like saying the word which he'll rarely say "Sorry". He's not the type to be apologetic to others even if he's being an asshole and knows that what he's doing is wrong, but seeing you being upset about him brings back his insecurities of about feeling like a failure. So he'll genuinely apologize to you (it may sound cold sometimes but you can feel it when he's actually sorry). Will cuddle and fuck on the bed with you especially on cold weathers. He's not really good with showing his love but as soon as he gets used to it, he'll even insist to kiss you on the cheek (in private of course). Will also beat the sh*t out of everyone who tries to mess with you.

If Samuel is a red flag, he needs a wifey who's a green flag. Getting into a relationship with Sammy is challenging since he's still adjusting from it. But opposites do attract after all.

James Lee/DG (Kang Dag Yeom)

Another one who just don't give a damn about dating especially now that he's a K-Pop star. I headcannon that he doesn't have romantic experiences or relationships since he's too focused about taking down the Kings of First Gen. But he's more emotionally normal than the others (Gun, Goo, Samuel) that's why he's more affectionate.

DG likes women who are also matured regardless if they're younger or older than him (HE DOESN'T LIKE MINORS OKAY. For example just 1 or 2 years age gap). As we see, DG's mostly calm all the times. So having the same partner with a soft edge can make him peak his interest. You'll probably met him as his new identity and lucky for you if you're his manager. "Hello DG how you doing?" "Just fine I guess." Also likes it when their crush give him acts of service. For example giving him snacks (even if he's not initiating or asking you to go get him some), asking him if he's okay especially in long-timed travels, and just doing your job, protecting him and being polite with others can catch his attention.

If he really likes a woman, he would make it obvious but not in public though. Treating you with fancy gifts and dates and lowkey flirting with you just to see your reaction (if he really feels like you're a really good person and not just using him for money or for his looks). And if you like it, oh girl his playful attitude won't stop until you finally confess to him and the rest will be history. He also likes women who can be easily trusted. If you have build a strong connection with DG, he might tell you his problems that's been lingering his mind for a while. But if you break his trust, he'll just cut off his connection with you not caring if you're hurt (sorry it may sound rude but I feel like DG likes ghosting others who just shitted on him lol).

And if you met him before he's known as DG, you'll be really lucky if you're classmates with James. Not only because you have a handsome classmate, but also an award-stealer making fan girls drool over him.

Headcannon: James secretly likes competitive women. He's really amused how you still haven't given up to be on the top just to prove him that you can do better than what you're doing now. So just imagine being enemies with James but you and him actually have secret romantic feelings for one another (enemies to lovers trope). "I already beat you in poetry why won't you just give up?" "SHUT UP YOU JUST WON BECAUSE YOU'RE HOT!" "So you think I'm hot? Well, just admit it Y/N you're secretly cheering for me to be number one again". "SHUT THE FU-" But he doesn't like the super cocky ones either. He's not a fan of boastful people because he knows he can beat them without trying.

James also likes women who are super responsible like finishing their homeworks on time. He will also feel when you're being burned out with studies (he's actually nice sometimes).

"Studying again?" James asked as he can clearly tell that you're stressed for the final exams. "It's none of your business" you replied bluntly which makes him smirk. "Of course it is" he replied back with a sassy tone on his voice making you close your text book. "You know what. Why the hell are you even talking to me? You're so fucking good at everything but you think that I would just hit on you because you're hot? Or you just like tormenting people so much that you can't fucking leave me alone?" you replied annoyingly making him question if he's hurting you. He likes teasing you not going to lie. And he's not sorry for ruining people's lives especially with other people who tries to bring him down. He knows he's the best at everything. Singing, dancing, martial arts, art, poetry and literature, mathematics, you name it. He always thought that women are just a waste of time and they only care about making themselves look pretty but you proved him wrong. When you do things with passion and care, you not giving up on your dreams not because you want to feel validated by others but to explore what you can do in life, it has always fascinated him. Pinning his down to the wooden desk, he leaned closer to you while you backed out and refusing to make eye contact making your stomach twist not because of disgust but because you're nervous. You secretly liked James for a while, you admit that he's hot but also because you idolized him for being a good student as much as you don't want to admit it. He inspires you to do better in life and doing your best even if sometimes it's not enough. And he likes you for being a wholesome person and not giving up despite when others try to bring you down. "You know what Y/N, as much as I hate to tell it to you, you have always fascinated me. Even when there are times when you can't win, why can't you just give up? It may sound rude but even when you're desperate for success sometimes, you just won't let others even myself bring you down. Most people can't handle me so seeing you resist makes you even more interesting". (And the rest is history ;) But! if you haven't met him for God knows for so long and him breaking up with you (because he doesn't want to involve you with his gangster life) and meeting him again in his new identity can be a little weird. Why does a pop star know you? Did he stalk your social accounts? "Hey who the hell are you?" you asked the hooded man who have been following you when you bought your snacks and groceries at the local family mart. "Relax, it's just me" you heard a familiar voice as he removes the hoodie that's been hiding his beautiful face. "James Lee?" "Yup it's been so long Y/N". he replied with a smile making you run into him hugging his taller form making him laugh as you rumbled why did he followed you without even introducing himself making you freaked out. "I just missed you. I was just buying some stuff too but then I noticed you. I can't remove my hood because of stalkers so I tried reaching out to you but you kept running away". He explained as you pulled his hoodie back down "Stalkers..." "Yup".

James like interesting, trust-worthy and nice women in general. But you gotta adjust from calling him DG because you don't want to expose his secrets ;)

[changbinsboiledegg]

Hii

Hope u are okay :D

Can I request some reaction with skz when gf!reader can not dance and they maybe try to teach her(for example valse) but she is unteachable?

I just see it as some fluffy moment from their life idk idk idk

Heyoooo :) I’m okay! I hope you are okay too 🫶 Thank you for your request. I love fluffy, therefore I will gladly do fluffy.

GN! Reader X SKZ

(I know you said GF! Reader, but I didn’t use pronouns for the reader in this one, so I figured I’d tag it as gender neutral.)

Warning: Your dancing skills, petname usage.

Note: something fluffy today hehe, slowly but surely working through my requests. I hope you enjoy and as always, if no one told you today, ily. 🫶

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Chan

When you asked Chan to teach you how to dance, he was not prepared for the horrors he was about to witness.

“Ah! Sorry!” You raised your foot and apologized, thinking you stepped on his foot.

Chan looked you up and down, stopping when you did.

A big grin overtook his face, “Aw, my flamingo. Why are you sorry?”

You quickly put your foot down, realizing you didn’t step on his foot— or anyone’s foot for that matter.

Chan shook his head, holding in a laugh. “You’re so cute.”

Lee Know

Minho offered to teach you how to dance after being subjected to your dancing at a party— you being completely sober.

He was relieved when you said yes to his offer.

“Follow my steps, we’re starting from step five to eight and then you can show me from step one.” Minho was patient with you, knowing not everyone can learn to dance overnight.

You followed his steps, getting into the groove and feeling like you were doing alright with it.

That was until he had you start from the beginning all the way up to the point where you stopped.

All he could do was stare, trying not to smile or laugh or do anything that could hurt your feelings.

Changbin

Changbin is open to teaching you how to dance. He started simple too, knowing it would be unfair to you to immediately jump into something advanced.

“Take it from the top!” Changbin was probably having way too much fun with this. You and Changbin both danced together, following the steps he taught you.

“Am I doing it right?” You asked, mid-dance. Changbin was hyped up, “nope!”

It didn’t matter to him how bad you were, though. He was having fun, you were having fun, and that was all he cared about.

“Take it from the top?” You groaned, still dancing messily. Changbin clapped his habds together and restarted the song— for the thirtieth time.

Hyunjin

He tried. He tried so hard. He was patient, repeated steps hundreds of times for you, even helped you with placement.

And even though Hyunjin loved you and would do anything for you, he had to accept that you just can’t and will most likely never know how to dance.

And that included the simplest of dances.

“I’m going to outdance you one day.” You teased, going through the steps he taught you. But unbeknownst to you, those were far from the steps he taught you.

Hyunjin watched you, amused beyond comprehension.

“Oh yeah. For sure.”

Han

It was supposed to be more romantic, letting your boyfriend teach you how to dance.

You moved your feet where Jisung told you to, you moved your arms, head, and even your torso when the dance called for it.

But as Jisung stood back to watch your progress, he seemed full of surprise. Not the kind you’d expect.

“Really?” Jisung paused the music. You stumbled to a stop.

“Really what?”

“Where did you get that move from?” Jisung then copied— or attempted to copy the train wreck that was your dancing.

You burst out into laughter, embarrassment evident on your face, which in turn made Jisung laugh with you.

Felix

Felix was teaching you to dance out of spontaneity and just when you thought you had the moves down, you hear him stifling back a laugh.

“I love you but what was that?” Felix had his fist to his mouth, trying to hide his smile.

“What do you mean? I nailed it.” You crossed your arms with a playful glare. Felix held his hands up, still trying not to laugh.

“Alright, darling. Whatever you say.” Felix got in position again, seeing that you had too.

“Whatever you say,” you mimicked, eyeing Felix’ reflection in the mirror. “I’m not that bad.”

Felix grinned, pausing for a second. “Mhm.”

Seungmin

You were on fire. It was a dumpster fire, but a fire nonetheless.

Seungmin couldn’t do much but watch you dance in the mirror, following your steps as he danced with you.

“This us fun! We should do this again.” You were happy despite the constant dumbfounded look on Seungmin’s face as he watched you do any move that wasn’t the ones he taught you.

“Yeah…” he quickly cleared his throat, feigning enthusiasm. “Yes! Of course. You… have a lot to learn.”

You abruptly stopped, “ouch.”

“Come on, I didn’t mean it like that.” Seungmin awkwardly laughed.

But he did mean it like that.

I.N

He agreed to teach you just to spend time with you but little did he know what he was getting himself into.

“Like this?” You moved your waist with your feet, glancing at him for approval. Jeongin shook his head slowly.

“No.”

You groaned, pouting. He’s said no for the past hour and you wondered if he would ever say yes.

“Let me try again! I got it this time.” You started to run through the steps again, making a wrong step and crashing to the floor.

Jeongin instinctively reached forward, but was too late. This was when he started to laugh. All of the bafflement he felt caved in on him and he too fell to the floor, laughing uncontrollably.

Which, in turn, made you start laughing uncontrollably.

[mothwithapencil]

your street fighter art has brought me much joy...thank you ^_^ i wasnt too familiar w vega b4hand but. he's got me in his claws now... i'm seeing the vision....i would like to hear more of what u've concocted for his siblinghood w cammy if you would like 2 share! what the dynamic could be like when cammy was still a doll under shadaloo, vs when she started fighting bison, etcetc. the silly the serious how things change over the years >:0 apologies if this is a tall order

(Also. mike tyson cartoon balrog knocked me back. What are the odds that he, too, has a van with "BI GUY" on the license plate)

I'M SO GLAD YOU'RE A VEGAHEAD NOW.... He got me in his claws as soon as I saw him... The vega army grows stronger...

His siblinghood with Cammy (and also Decapre) is so very special to me. You can check out this post first for some stuff I said about them that I'll extrapolate on here. RAMBLE TIME.

Vega and Cammy are very similar and share several traits and I think a lot of it has to do with him having to train and take care of her and the other Dolls. It makes me so very insane that Vega is generally portrayed as this cold and uncaring murder guy who only loves himself, and yet...

Please look at these dialogues from Alpha 3. HE CARES ABOUT HER SO MUCH. IT HURTS. There's so much here. He wants her to be safe. He cares about the girl he took care of so much that he calls M. BISON A COWARD. Bison could kill Vega by looking at him and yet he stands up to him for the sake of someone else's safety. I rambled about their relationship and his feelings towards her more in a text to my gf I'm too lazy to rewrite:

Btw yes I am making a drawing about the braids. They hold so much symbolism TO ME. The braids he did for her... One of the few remaining things connecting them.... It means a lot to him, and you can see how much it means to him in A Shadow Falls:

While she's passed out he just stops to pick up one of her braids and his eyes immediately soften. And then he leaves without really doing anything because he sees that Cammy wants to protect Decapre, who she knows is her sister. He doesn't try to kill Cammy or anyone she loves. Every time he fights her he just sees her as a worthy foe (in the Alpha 3 dialogue up there he later changes his mind about Cammy not being a good opponent as he rescues her from the Shadaloo base). And later in A Shadow Falls when Cammy and Decapre are fighting the other Dolls, he goes against Shadaloo's ideals and frees the Dolls from the Psycho Power controlling them. At the end of the story he throws away his mask. Vega is not heartless... He has kindness and compassion... He has sweetie powers.... He just doesn't want you to know that because he hasn't been allowed to have emotions for so long... He's just stuck working for people he hates. Every time Bison isn't a direct threat to him he just goes back to Bullfighting. He doesn't care about those guys at all and the only thing truly keeping him is probably the fact Bison or another Shadaloo member would show up at his home and kill him if he quit. I think he wishes he could have the same freedom Cammy has... He's proud of her for breaking the cycle of being used as a tool by Bison and wishes he could be afforded the same luxury...

They all even pose the same way... There's a couple pieces of art where theyre posing this way and they share some similar moves too.... The parallels... They compel me....

I don't know if Cammy will ever piece together that Vega is her weird questionably evil possibly clone-related big brother. Decapre is much more similar to him visually and maybe that will tip her off. But for now all of her past growing up in House of Bison is known only to Vega and the fleeting memories kill him every day. He may feel particularly closer to Cammy but he stills shows care and compassion for Decapre too. He loves his sisters so very much and thus....

SOMETIMES A FAMILY IS WHATEVER THIS IS ↓↓↓ ‼️‼️

ITS SO HARD BEING A SINGLE MOM WHEN YOURE AN ASSASSIN FOR SHADALOO AND ALSO A GROWN MAN💯💯

(Also, for the last portion of that ask: I do think Balrog has a "BI GUY" vanity plate. Beef IS Gross, Unethical, and Yucky. That IS what he reads when he sees it. He DOES look at the bi men checking him out and say "we like to put the same thing in our mouth!" Its true. I saw it happen. Lmfao)

[ryeriy]

hey!! could i request something for jack hughes? i was thinking him and his gf have a safe word for during sex and she’s never had to use it but one night it’s just too much for her so she uses it for the first time and he immediately stops and comforts her

Thank you for asking! I hope you enjoy!

a/n: this is my first actual time writing something like this so it might be weird but I'm going to try my best lol

warnings: mentions of sexual interactions (nothing hard core), smut with a fluff ending

Hufflepuff

Shit. That's what I said when I saw thar the devils had lost. I knew Jack wasn't going to be good mood once he got home. Mind as well brace myself now for what is yet to come.

I didn't even bother giving Jack a text after the game. I knew he would be in a mad mood so I didn't want to cause anything else to go wrong.

He usually would text me when he's on his way from the airport but I think right now he wouldn't even bother to text me. And I understand that. I'd be mad to if I lost a game. Especially if it was basically my job to win.

The time on the stove read 12:23 a.m. when I heard the door nob of me and his apartment turning. Surprised I stayed up this late. I'd usually be in bed right now. It immediately caught my attention. My eyes looking at the door when Jack walked through the door. I walked up to him before putting a small smile on my face.

"Hey baby...you played great tonight. J was watching you." My voice was soft. He sighed before looking at me.

"Not right now baby...I just really need you right now." He told me. I could tell he really needed it. What else did I have to do right now.

We both made our way to our bedroom. Immediately after we had walked in the room he pinned me against the wall. When he looked me in the eyes. Moved his face closer to mine before placing a rough kiss on my lips. It escalated pretty quickly after that.

Clothes being removed and thrown across the room from both of us. He picked me up and place me on the bed. Laying on my back in just my bra and my underwear. Him just in his boxers. He ran his hand through his hair before looking down at me.

"Can I?" He asked. He knew he was mad. But he was still going to ask me first consent. He really is sweet even when he's angry.

"Yes." I replied back to him. It only took him seconds before removing the clothing off of us that was still remaining.

Throwing them somewhere around the room. He placed his hands on my hips giving me a sensation feeling in my lower body.

Without any warnings he immediately inserted himself in. I moaned unexpectedly that he was going to do that. He took it slow for a few seconds before going faster.

Usually I enjoy this but tonight I really wasn't. Trying to get his attention was going to be the hardest.

"Mm...babe..." I let out trying to get his attention. I waited a minute before trying again.

"Jack...Jack..." I said again. I'm pretty sure he was to focused to even acknowledge the fact I'm even speaking. I sighed softly.

"Hufflepuff!" I exclaimed in a loud tone. That was our safe word. I've never even had to use it before but I felt like to. He stopped immediately and looked at me either a face of fear.

"Baby...I'm sorry I didn't mean to! Are you okay? Everything alright? I'm sorry." He said while looking at me. He layed down next to me pulled the blanket over our body's to give us warmth. Laying on his side to look at me.

"I'm okay. I'm fine. It's not your fault. I just am not feeling it tonight. I know you had a rough night. It's okay." I ensured him. He cupped one side of my face while looking. I stroked his hair.

"I know I just shouldn't have I'm sorry." He looked at me. Now he felt really bad and I felt bad.

"Don't apologize." I gave him a soft smile to show him it was okay. I was fine. I wasn't hurt.

"Remind me. Why did we decide on hufflepuff?" He said while pulling me closer to him to cuddle.

"You really want to make me look like a nerd don't you?" I giggled a bit. He chuckled back.

"In matter of fact I do." He gave me a smile.

"Well you see. Hufflepuff is the house of kindness and loyalty and people in there complete softies. Just like you. Your a perfect example of a hufflepuff. So that's why. Also because you had no other ideas and both agreed on it."

"I thought I was the lion one?" He opposed.

"Ugh. It's gryffindor and maybe if you took the test like I did you'd know." I told him.

"Well what are you?" He asked.

"Ravenclaw(or insert yours)." I replied.

"That's the bird right?" God this was so frustrating to tell him.

"Raven. House of the wise." I explained.

"Explains a lot." He says.

"Well how about we got to sleep and in the morning I'll let you take the test?" I offered.

"That's sounds great." Putting a small smile on his face before giving me a kiss on my head.

"Night." I said.

"Night (y/n)."

[beanghostprincess]

Thinking about transfem sanuso again (I love women I love trans women I love fem people I love saphics have I said I love women?)

You know about that one post of someone saying that if they had a lame ass bf they would hype the shit out off them before entering any room? That's them (not bc they think the other is lame but just to show off how beautiful and incredible their gf is)

Usopp putting ribbons and cute hair clips on Sanji's hair (I think she would like it)

Sanji liking to run her fingers on Usopp's hair on the mornings before she goes and prepare breakfast for all of them

Just them giving eachother quick kisses while they work

You said something about them sharing clothes (THAT WAS SO CUTE AND LOVELY I JUST AAAAAAAW LOVE THEM) so I had another thought about that

Sanji cares about her outfits and puts more thought into them so she does a little fashion show for Usopp

Usopp who doesn't care much about fashion (she looks good with anything but she likes her overalls and a shirt she has to put on since if she goes without one like she used to Sanji would die) but is Sanji's hype woman even if she doesn't get fashion that much but tries for her

*holds them gently* you have open my eyes to transfem sanuso and now they're my world :((

"I love women I love trans women I love fem people I love sapphics have I said I love women?" <- Same. Mood. This is like my whole identity.

OKAY SO ALL OF THESE ARE GREAT?????? I'M GOING INSANE THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- I love them so much!!

YES! They would hype each other up so so so so much!! Sanji would literally scream how much she loves her girlfriend and how she's the best sniper at the top of her lungs for everyone to hear her. In the middle of a battle, she would literally be Usopp's biggest fan. And Usopp already does that in canon atp because I've lost count of how many times she compliments Sanji's food. And she's so loud about it too!! They would literally go to every person they meet and say shit like: "My girlfriend is the best sniper you'll ever see! Her aim is so good that her love arrows went straight to my heart!!!! *dies from a nosebleed or whatever*" and "Oh, actually I am dating the best cook in all seas!! Her food is so delicious it can send you to heaven and back and I would even say it gives you more strength and power than devil fruits themselves!!! And you can't have her because she's mine *mischievous/proud smile*"

I think Usopp one day catches Sanji cooking (the kitchen is usually closed when she works because of... Luffy reasons. But she always lets Usopp be with her) and she casually sees both of her eyes because her bangs are held by a hair clip. It does things to Usopp, honestly. When they're bored she always plays with Sanji's hair and does anything she wants to it and Sanji is just glad Usopp's touching her. Simp (derogatory but I understand).

Sanji, waking up earlier than her girlfriend, would absolutely love to worship her and stare at her for a while before getting out of bed. She'd run her fingers through her hair and whisper sweet nothings against her ear while hugging her close and kissing her all over (without managing to wake her up). She actually suffers a lot from the "I miss my girlfriend's warmth and I could sleep with her all day long" disease. But it's fine because an hour later Usopp is always in the kitchen to hug her from behind and see how she cooks breakfast and prepares food for lunch.

The quick kisses thing makes me,,, Go insane, honestly. I think it's so sweet and so real. They can't be apart. Do not separate them. They're SO clingy. Usopp often works in the kitchen while Sanji tries new recipes, so Sanji always asks her to try her food and judge it! It's always good, but Usopp always tries to give her very specific and objective criticism. Sanji always stops from time to time to give Usopp quick kisses after she has tasted a bit of her food, and when Usopp is feeling stressed for not getting something right in her inventions/drawings she always stands up to kiss Sanji. And I think they do this ALL the time. Whenever they are together without doing much, Sanji will always cling to Usopp and kiss her cheeks. And Usopp always kisses Sanji's knuckles and forehead for no reason all the time. These kisses are sweet and short but they mean the world to them.

OMG THE CLOTHES THINGY- Okay, so I LOVE it when couples share clothes. When my girlfriend wears my cardigans (lots of times. She's always cold and I would literally die before letting her freeze. I'm not a fucking monster. Always give your clothes to your cold girlfriends even if you freeze and turn to stone) I literally die. I think Sanji is basically the same. Usopp is dumb and careless and she's always wearing overalls without anything under or just bigass t-shirts and baggy pants. Whatever's comfortable (she's literally my girlfriend what the fuck- Also in my head Fem Sanuso literally dresses like me and my fiancé lmfao this is- This is very funny. I have so many clothes/aesthetic headcanons for these two. Should make a pinterest board or a post about it here or something idk). So she always ends up getting cold but keeps saying no!! That she's great!! (Liar) And Sanji always gives her her suit jackets. Usopp couldn't be happier, but Sanji always dies when this happens. On the other hand, Usopp's clothes are wayyy more comfortable than suits/dresses/skirts (which are basically all the clothes Sanji has if you ignore some t-shirts she barely wears anyway) and Sanji always ends up stealing them after waking up to make breakfast or whenever they are sure it's going to be a lazy day on the ship without anyone bothering them. Usopp loves seeing her wearing her t-shirts, especially because they're oversized (for both of them. Usopp likes baggy clothes) and Sanji's legs are more visible. Usopp dies every time.

Sanji always does lil fashion shows for her girlfriend every time she buys new clothes and Usopp is her biggest fan. And whenever they change to go on an adventure and Usopp wears eccentric hats Sanji would never wear, she hypes her up anyway because, after all, it's what her girlfriend likes. And she looks adorable anyway!

*holds them gently* I'm so glad you love them this much too because they mean the world to me !! <3

[superstarcherrycolagirl]

wanted to request a julien baker angst fic if u felt like it :) maybe a fight + reconciliation or julien comforting gf going thru something? tysm

omg anon THANK YOU SO MUCH! i think added way too much angst than you expect (i got so carried away) but i hope you like it :)

you’re losing me

julien baker x fem!reader/ 1.2k words

idea: you’ve been fighting for tjis relationship for so long, that you just can’t do it anymore

tw: angst, fighting, swearing, both are SO TOXIC yikes, crying

note: i’ve been listing to too much of “midnights” and “ttpd”.. so i might have mixed loml + you’re losing me + so long, london (if you squint) SO SORRY YALL AHHH! but yay first julien request EEEEK! i do love my angsty girl so I hope y’all enjoy

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“you promised you’d be here tonight!” “i never promised anythi-” “yes you did! you promised me that we’d make dinne-” “what the hell are you talking about?” this is what your evenings looked like. fighting back and forth. julien just arrived home from the studio today, and she’s been prickly all night long. and you’ve been impatient.

for months julien was leaving for the studio at the crack of dawn and coming home later than midnight. she would leave for tour for on end months, mores shows being added for her and the boys, and then come back home to do more work. you’ve been barely surviving off of kisses and updating each other on life during awkward phone calls, or worse, conversations with her at home. barely being together is already an tough pill to swallow, and then coming home in a bad mood every time?

you’re tired. so tired.

“i don’t understand why you’re acting like this. i’ve be-“ “i’m not acting like anything! honey you’ve been the one coming home in a shitty mood every single time!” “shitty mood? baby i’ve been working non stop on-” “on the album! the tour! the awards! i know! you’ve been running yourself ragged and your-” “oh my fucking god can you let me speak! christ! i can’t even speak without you talking all over me!” julien raised her voice, her firm and sharp words echoing in your LA home. the words in your mouth got caught in the back of your throat.

you’ve always had trouble advocating for yourself and using your voice to communicate your emotions, to be vulnerable. and julien was one of the main reasons why you could now freely express your feelings. so her yelling at you for just trying to be honest is like a punch to the gut.

your eyes stated to become glossy and your once caught words melted to created a soreness in your throat. you couldn’t help it. you tried to speak, but your words were breathy and dry.

“jules.. m’s-” “no! no you don’t get to fucking cry! y-you don’t get to cry when you started this whole thing! not when i’ve been the one getting out of bed every morning to fucking bring a meaning to my fucking life. i work and work and work until i’m basically killing myself just so that i can continue being there for the people who count on me! for the people who need me!” she’s breathing heavily, chest rising and falling so fast you thought she’d fall over. she’s fuming.

on the other hand your breaths are so slow and choppy, that it’s making your face and nose feel tingly. numb. you aren’t breathing enough, literally. you tried to open your mouth again, but she snapped at you before you could. and this time her words made your heart sink “so don’t fucking complain to me about not being home. you don’t get it because you can’t even get out of bed! you don’t get to tell me that i’m bad for trying to help others like me! who need me! you don’t fucking get it. and you won’t until you get up and out of the house and do something about it!” she said with a final huff, cheeks red and sweaty fists clenched.

silence fell between the both of you. you didn’t know what to say. what could you say? she basically said you won’t ever understand her life because she always needing to be there for others with because of her work. because of her art. she can connect with people and care for the ones who she’s helped. they count on her.

so why can’t you? why can’t she be there for you when you need her.

your ears were ringing, fingers shaking, soul aching. you expected your heart to be pounding outside of your chest, but it wasn’t. you expected to feel your heart beat and scream inside your body from how much you were hurting, but you couldn’t feel it. you couldn’t feel your heart beat for this life, for this love, for her. you couldn’t feel your heart beat, and without that heart beating there was no pulse to find, because that heart won’t start up. and you don’t think it will again.

“i can’t do this anymore julien” your voice broke the silence and filled the chilling air “i can’t keep living like this. i can’t keep waking up every morning and falling asleep every night without your there not know how long it will be like this, not until it’s too late” you couldn’t believe those words were coming out of your mouth, you never expected them to “i gave you everything i had because i thought you cared just as much as i did. you care so much about other people, you care so much to recognize them for who they are. you care so much to listen to them. you care so much to be there for them,” your emotions were building up until you couldn’t keep it in anymore. “i get it! i get it because i need you there too! i’ve been needing you for so long! and i’ve waited and waited and i’ve never complained because i thought that the time would come around where you would just be here! and you know what? it hasn’t happened yet! and i’m so tired!” you’re voice was watering, fighting off the to cry. you took a deep breath, trying to regain yourself enough tk finish “i’m so.. tired. of all of this. and i know now that you’re tired too” you spoke to julien directly to her face, really looking into her eyes for what you think will be the last time.

now her eyes were glossy, tears threatening to leak and stream down her face. she was speechless, feeling like all the life was drained from her body head to toe. how did she get here? standing in the house she built together with you and dreamed of growing old in.. to this? on the brink of losing the love of her life.

“baby..” “..julien” you wouldn’t even call her by her pet names. you couldn’t. you couldn’t keeping holding on when you still feel so hollow. you needed to stop. this needed to stop “i have to go, i’ll.. i’ll call someone to get my stuff out later” you start making your way to the front door “what-no! baby pleas-” she grabbed your wrist, trying to bring you back to her. she doesn’t want to lose you. she can’t. she stopped you just before you reached the door, but you quickly turned to her and placed your hand on top of her wrist “julien you need to let go-” “i can’t let you go! w-we can talk about this. fix us! baby i-i can’t lose you! i won’t!” the desperation in her eyes and pleading cries made you tremble, wanting to comfort her. but you tore her knuckle dying grip off you as you opened the door, looking at her one more time to see the tears rolling down her face. you wanted to run back in and hold her. kiss her. love her. be there for her. be here with her. but you knew that couldn’t happen, because you couldn’t find that pulse between you anymore. it was gone. you had to let her go, because she was already doing so.

“you already did julien..”

I can’t find a pulse, my heart won’t start anymore.

[avocifera]

hi! im the anon from the last ask! i love your ideas as well omg

- i feel like if julien got gf allegations, rockstar!reader could also have done something really drastic like covering “break up with your gf cuz im bored” by ariana grande and posting a thirst trap as well

- also yes!!! reader is for sure closer to lucy and phoebe, so i think they always encourage julien to talk to them but julien is also so shy about it bc reader has this cool aura on them

- to add: “bad idea” by ariana grande is so rockstar!reader releasing after breaking up, and having a very sexy performance at the grammys and julien doesn’t know about it (like vigilante shit performance at the eras tour)

- and when they are already together julien gets a reader tattoo

hi anon !! i >>loved<< your last ask sm and thanks 😭 i’ve been delulu for years now so glad i’m creative sometimes lol! but anyways let’s get onto this ask now !!

- i can a hundred percent see reader going a little crazy when they hear the rumors abt julien having a girlfriend, maybe on some gossip accs or whatever? and i see them calling lucy like “ain’t no way that’s true right?” and posting a cover/song link of “break up with your gf” on insta like the next moment

- the thirst trap post? would happen no doubt! actually i remembered a post that a member from the kpop group wjsn made after people said she posted a lot about her body?? idk i feel like reader would post something with the same vibes as dawon (she’s in the photo i included for context, it’s not saying that reader looks like that or anything, just same vibes of the pic!!)

- onto reader being closer to phoebe and lucy, i love to think that they would sometimes tease julien for being so shy whenever reader is around and when reader gets to know about that, they go protective mode like “hey!! stop teasing julien, leave her be 😠😠”

- ok i really love this idea of reader performing bad idea??? maybe something like twice did with “cry for me” when they performed an already released song and then boom! new song very powerful and sexy one! so i can definitely feel reader using that opportunity to show the song for the first time and also making julien go ALL red and nervous because “oh my god that’s like the sexiest person i’ve ever laid eyes on 🤯”

- tattoos? yes please bring them all! so, in my mind reader and julien definitely got a tattoo together and maybe it was like a song lyrics/symbol/something that only they know the meaning behind but can also see julien surprising reader with a tattoo on the only space left on her arm and idk i can see the tattoo being reader’s naked silhouette or some art that kinda tells their story !!

[cinnamonspicewritingroom]

More Than Diamonds

Announcement

Hello, due to changes of work place, and applying to master degree I took a hiatus; while I have returned, I found several plot holes in my draft and things I would like to change, so it will fit to other stories I plan to publish, however it will not affect the main story plot.

I will not take More Than Diamonds down, but at the same time I am currently in the process of re-writing the story. When I have publish the chapters, I will put a note showing when it was re-published.

Thank you very much for supporting this story, and I will try to make it better in the future

Pairing: Prince Friedrich x Princess! Reader Description: Britain has gained themselves a new royalty nearing the debutante ball of 1813. Princess Amelia of Siam was sent as the new Ambassador of Siam. In Britain Princess Amelia was able to find her family, but will that be all?  After the failed courting between Daphne and prince Friedrich, it was a surprise to everyone that he stayed in London. However, Prince Friedrich is anything, but a coward. He came to Britain to find a wife and one failed courting will not chase him out of the country with a tail between his legs.  What both Amelia and Friedrich never thought to happen is, the friendship that blossomed between them and their growing feelings for one another. Friedrich was never a coward, but he is when it comes to Amelia. Everyone said Amelia is a genius, but not when it comes to love, because she is truly lost on what to do with these butterflies in her stomach. Tags: Slow burn, Coming of age, Time-Travel, Back to the past, Friends to Lovers, Royalties, Oblivious!FLxObvious!ML, Jealous! Friedrich, Slightly Possessive! Friedrich, Black cat gf, Golden retriever bf Timeline: S1&S2

Chapter 1. Ready, Set, Sail!

[Bangkok, 1812]

Her fast-approaching footsteps echoed in the hall of the Grand Palace. Her long, dark brown hair swaying with every move, the crinkling sound of her bracelets ringing like bells. Reaching the room she was searching for, she slammed the door open without bothering to knock.

“Brother!” She marched inside, stopping just in front of a desk. The man behind the desk glanced up slightly from the documents he was reading, dark brown eyes meeting her light brown ones. Her eyebrows furrowed as a frown marred her face.

“Yes, Apsara?” He sighed and set down his document to give her his full attention. He had a feeling about what they would be discussing now. Amelia’s frown deepened, and her fingers reached to toy with her bracelets, leaving a crinkling sound ringing across the room.

“I am to set sail for England. London, to be precise,” Amelia bitterly spat. Her light brown eyes equally analysed her brother’s movements, the same way he was doing to her right now. His dark brown eyes searched for any muscle movement that might betray her facial expression and let out a low humming sound.

“I see…” He intertwined his fingers on top of his desk. “You will be missed, dear sister. When will your trip start?” While her eyes might not betray her, her jaw did. Amelia tightened her jaw to prevent herself from outright cursing at her brother, Rama III, the strongest candidate for the throne, but more than that, he is her older brother, the one of the bunch who actually cared for her. Or so she thought.

“Do you mean that, brother?” Rama III, or by his birth name, Thap, saw the crestfallen look of his sister and how her voice trembled at the end. He knew she probably felt betrayed and speculated that he was sending her away because he didn’t love her anymore.

“Your absence will certainly be missed, Apsara,” he sincerely said, but this angered her even more. The pale cheeks she got from her mother’s heritage were now red, tears pooled her eyes, and her bottom lip trembled. Now this alarmed him. If she cried out in frustration, he would definitely be in trouble with Father. Truly, he just wanted to tease her a bit before explaining why she was the best candidate to go as an Ambassador, representing Siam.

Despite being half-siblings, Thap was actually doting towards most of his younger siblings, not that he would admit it. However, he had a bigger soft spot for Amelia than others, especially since he saw and took care of her more than his other siblings.

“Brother Thap, are you sending me away?” Aww… This is actually sad. Amelia was now looking very much like the sad wet cat meme. “I cannot say the same about our siblings, but you must know that I have no ambition for the throne, brother. Do remember that my gender disallows me to. I will never covet your right for the throne–” “And I appreciate you for it, Apsara. By no means did I ever think that you would covet the throne,” Amelia looked up at him, all crestfallen.

“Then why did you ask our father to send me away to England? There is no reason for me to be away from my own country and to a faraway land–” Amelia stopped for 3 seconds “Am I being cast away-” “No,” he quickly answered, now she was confused. “Want to give it another go?” Amelia glanced at the ceiling before her eyes were back at him. “I’m getting married-” Thap barked out a laugh “Father would rather shave himself bald than let you get married.” He waved in dismissal.

“I’m getting sold off?” Thap gave her a weirded-out look. “Cattle would be much more beneficial. We are not lacking in funds that we need to sell you off–” Well, rude. “Then why are you sending me away to England?” Amelia groaned, frustrated.

“You are to represent Siam in England as the new ambassador.” Amelia looked at her brother, flabbergasted. “Brother… You are the ambassador. You are Siam’s Minister of Trade and Foreign Affairs. I can’t do that to you.” Thap nodded with a smile and got up from his seat to stand in front of his younger sister.

“Many people said that I am the most intelligent out of all the siblings, but we know that is untrue. Everyone in the Siamese court knows I can’t become the Minister of Trade and Foreign Affairs without you, and I am upset despite being the one deserving of the position, you are being prevented by your gender.” He stroked Amelia’s head gently.

"I know you love Siam, which is why you are so against leaving the country, but right now, Siam needs your help to solidify our position internationally, and we need the best person to represent us. There is nobody better than you, Apsara. One day, when I take the throne, I want to change our country. I want you to be Siam’s very first female Minister of Trade and Foreign Affairs." Amelia took a sharp breath, and she stared at her brother. Scrunching her face a bit, she let out her breath of defeat.

“There is no end when it comes to arguing with you, brother. If you are sure about this… Then I will accept the mission. Father arranged for me to depart in January.” Amelia leaned forward and hugged her older brother affectionately.

“So you will set sail in January. Make sure to choose your staff, 10 people, and we will prepare your residence there. Also, go to your mother.” Amelia distanced herself from him. “10 staff? Why do I need so many people?” Thap just realised that all this time Amelia prepared him to deal with foreign affairs, but this will be her first time travelling abroad. His sister will be on a boat for a month and then be in another country for… He doesn’t know how many months or even years. Colours start to drain from his face. His sister… She will be vulnerable.

“Apologies, sister. Make it 20.” “20 staff? Whatever for?” Amelia blinked as Thap continued to pat her head. “Maids to take care of the house, head-chef and sous-chefs, personal doctors, ladies-in-waiting, lord-in-waiting for foreign affairs, baroness-in-waiting for dealing with high-society, especially when dealing with the wives and at least 6 royal guards.” Amelia wanted to reject and say that amount of people is too much, but she knows it’s no use to argue with her brother. He is like a dog with a bone and will never let go, so she just nods.

***

[Bangkok, 1813]

This is it… No backing down. Tomorrow, Amelia must depart for England, a foreign land far from her home. She has been to London before, far in the future, when she was still Pimchanok Davika Yontararak. Amelia wanted to survive and see Siam, or what in the future would be Thailand, thrive. Instead of becoming a diplomat, she pushed her brother, Rama III, to be the perfect diplomat and politician. He has the potential.

Now Amelia can’t hide behind her brother as he pushes her forward into the limelight. Like Davika, who flew to America, tomorrow, Amelia will set sail to England, once again as a diplomat. ‘What a terrifying coincidence,’ Amelia thought to herself as she watched her maids packing up belongings that will be in her carry-on.

Amelia must admit, her greed to make Siam a great country has pushed timelines forward. Siam’s openness towards modernization and western nations was supposed to happen in the future, during her younger brother, Mongkut’s reign. Yet, she is stealing ideas from people and stealing ideas from the future, developing them themselves.

“What are you thinking so hard, Apsara?” Her mother placed a palm on her shoulder as she joined her on the bed. “Nothing, mother. Just dreading the long journey to England. I will be on a boat for a whole month.” Amelia sighed and leaned her head on her mother’s shoulder.

“Oh, I know, honey.” Her mother kissed her on the forehead. “I remember how I travelled to Ayutthaya all those years ago. It took me 1 and a half months to arrive.” This made Amelia sigh and sneak her arms, looping it on her mother’s waist. “I’m going to miss you, mother.” Her mother hugged her close, stroking her back and combing her hair with her dainty fingers.

“Ahem—” And just like that, their mother-daughter moments were ruined. Amelia looked behind her shoulder to see her father standing there. Her light brown eyes narrowed as her piercing gaze pinned on her father. “Seeing your daughter for the last time before exiling her to another man’s land, dear father?” Her father, Rama II, or known by his birth name as Chim, rolled his eyes as he walked inside her chamber, passing through the bowing maids.

“Stop being dramatic, Amelia. I’m here to see my wife, right, Felicia?” He tore her mother from her embrace and brought her to his lap as he sat on her bed. Felicia quickly encircled her arms around his neck and his on her waist.

“How was your day, darling?” Felicia asked as he was busy leaving kisses on her cheek. Amelia groaned at the public display of affection and flopped back on her belly. “Can you love birds leave my chamber? If you want to act all romantic, please do it somewhere more private so I will not be scarred for life.” Chim gave her a teasing look.

“Then find one for yourself—” Amelia sat up. “If I find one there, I’d have to go wherever he goes. Do you really want that?” His smile dropped so fast. “No. You’re there to work, not to find a husband. Apsara, you better not go back with a suitor or worse—pregnant.” Felicia laughed at her husband’s overprotectiveness of their daughter. This made Chim pouted a bit as Amelia chuckled and shook her head. “Come on, darling. Apsara needs to sleep as she needs to wake up early tomorrow.” Chim was still pouting, but he followed his wife. The pair went out after giving her a kiss on the forehead.

***

Her departure was quick and not all that touching, to be honest. Her father and brother, Rama III, acted all formally about this. They reminded her of her responsibility as Siam’s representative in England and told her, while she is an ambassador, she is also a princess. If anyone at all tries to besmirch her name, Siam will not hesitate to reciprocate and declare war.

“Oh, my daughter Apsara.” Felicia hugged her only child and daughter. “You are now so big and about to travel all on your own.” She cupped Amelia’s face using both of her hands. Her mother was warm, was what Amelia was thinking about. She will definitely miss her mother’s warmth.

“Apsara, I need you to do me a favour.” Felicia handed her a necklace with a locket and a letter. “Give this to the Duke of Gloucester and Edinburgh, Prince Henry William of Gloucester, or the Duchess of Gloucester and Edinburgh, Abigail of Gloucester. I need you to find them for me.” Amelia gave it a look before accepting the letter and necklace with a nod. “Alright, mother. I will make sure to give it to them and send you a letter once I do.” Felicia nodded and gave Amelia a hug one last time.

The sight of her family waving on the dock as she set sail was something she would never forget. Her younger brother from a different mother, Mongkut, was crying as he held on to his father. Amelia was surprised; after all, despite helping with his education, she could not say they have the best relationship. At most, they were civilised with each other.

Amelia turned around once the ship was far enough from the sight of her family. Well, this is it. The start of her month-long journey to England.

***

[London, 1813]

Contrary to what she thought, a month passed by quickly. Throughout her journey, she managed to visit many countries and grasp the basics of their main supplies and demands. This was important information, after all, so she tried to gather as much as possible and planned to write this back to Rama III as soon as she arrived in London.

As soon as she arrived in London, Amelia and her 20 staff were greeted by the British King’s Guards. Hugo, her lord-in-waiting, was sorting it out with the guards. Soon, they were divided into 4 carriages. Amelia, her lord and lady-in-waiting, along with the Siamese Royal Guards, all headed to the palace, while the rest of her entourage were sent to her mansion, one that was prepared by her father.

Buckingham Palace was grand, although lacking in colour; most of the exterior of the building was cream and white. Very different from the palace back home with all the intricate shapes and gold colours.

Right now, Amelia was waiting to be presented to the Queen of England, Charlotte of Mecklenburg-Strelitz, the wife of King George III, and one of the more prominent characters in the Bridgerton series. Man… She didn’t even get to watch Anthony’s season as she died too soon… Amelia sighed as she toyed with her rows of gold bracelets on her arms. She had replaced her headdress with a simple tiara while she was in England and decided to only wear it during formal occasions.

A knock erupted from the door. One of her guards opened the door along with Hugo. It was one of the Queen’s ladies-in-waiting. She was here to inform them the Queen was ready for their appearance.

“Lady Amelia, Queen Charlotte of England is ready,” Hugo informed her as she nodded. “Alright,” Amelia replied, standing up, and Lynn, her lady-in-waiting, helped to straighten her clothes.

“Once you are in front of the room, wait for a moment as the Queen’s guard will announce your arrival,” Hugo explained to Amelia the procedure in Siamese language. Amelia nodded. “Will it only be the Queen?” Hugo shook his head. “Aside from the Queen and her ladies-in-waiting, I heard she also gathered her children. The King, on the other hand, is absent as he has been ill for some while.” Amelia nodded, and they stopped their conversation as they arrived in front of the room.

“Ambassador of Siam, Lady Amelia Chakri.” The door was soon opened, and Amelia quickly looked straight at the Queen, who was standing in the middle of a podium, surrounded by her ladies-in-waiting; she could see the Princes and Princesses standing on either side of the podium. Amelia tried to remain stable and perfect.

With practised grace, Amelia kept her gaze straight on the Queen as she walked with poise. Her steps were confident and never faltered. Several steps from the podium, Amelia stopped and did a proper curtsy to the Queen and greeted with a simple ‘Your Majesty’. No suspicion there…

As Amelia ascended, she could see the satisfied smile of the Queen. The Queen stepped down from the podium to greet Amelia. Her eyes wavered a bit. Fuck-

“Greetings, Lady Amelia. I hope there was no trouble on your trip here.” Amelia gave the Queen a smile. “There was none, your majesty.” The Queen nodded before she gestured to her children. No way…

“Lady Amelia, I would like to introduce you to my children,” It was a long introduction and chat as one by one, all her 15 children were introduced to her. Queen Charlotte had the face of Golda Rosheuvel- The actress who played Queen Charlotte in the Bridgerton series.

Words: 2615 words

Edited: 29 March, 2024

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IMPORTANT NOTES A/N: Hello, how are you guys? I hope you are well. Regarding this story that is following Julia Quinn's hit series, Bridgerton, I would start by saying I read the book first before I watch the Netflix series, thus I apologize if there are some differences with the Netflix version, but I will try to make it as similar as possible. I would also ask the readers to be kind when criticizing this story as this is my first time to actually publishing my work in the open. For the story, as you can see there is a time-travel tag. Our reader was sent back to the past with all the knowledge from the future. If you are also confused with Davika's education, I actually based her using Spencer Reid, a character from Criminal Minds. I also made Friedrich to be a year younger than Benedict when in actuality, he was born in 1794, 2 years younger than Daphne. If you are not interested or felt like those 2 themes ruined a historical romance story, then please do not leave any bad comments as you can just stop reading this story. Thank You Very Much! Much Love, Cinnamon Meilleure's Writing Room