#These two turned out prettyyy

[cavernfullofexistentialdread]

Have some Parrleyn art, it’s only fitting in my (complete) art style flip era that I redraw the girls that are CONSTANTLY consuming my mind

[lokissweater]

sunday's 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

{yuta okkotsu x popular f!reader}

summary: yuta okkotsu has been in love with you since he started college— living in the shadows of your popularity as he watched from afar how your bouncy and genuine kind soul prospered and shined everywhere you went. but during one of his shifts at the 50s diner down the street from his campus, you walk in with you friends one sunday night and immediately bond over your shared love for elvis presley’s music, yuta stammering and fidgety at how pretty you are up close, and you falling fast for his pinky cheeks, sweet little words, and how he takes care of you every single day.

warnings: college!au, FLUUUFFF omg so cute, lovesick yuta he thinks you’re so prettyyy, no smut in this one!, popular reader, cursing, afab!reader, lots of mentions of elvis presley LOL, little bit of angst, clueless yuta, strangers to friends to lovers.

word count: 9.6k

authors note: THIS ONE HITS HOMEEE FOR MEEE AAAHHHH CAN YOU TELL I LOVE ELVIS PRESLEY? i live and breathe that man and oldies in general, so this is a love letter to him! :] this fic is all of my favorite things combined and it is SO FREAKING CUUTEEEE UGH i hope you all love it seriously <3333 MWAAHHH I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU—

yuta okkotsu had never seen a girl so beautiful.

you were breathtaking, watching from afar, it was truly as if the world revolved around you in the most positive way yuta could think of.

you were popular— a beam of gorgeous light following you everywhere you went as you were always just enveloped by people and strangers and friends, them wanting to talk to you, wanting to get to know you, wanting you to better their lives because that’s what you selflessly liked to do for everyone without knowing.

and every time he’d walk in between lectures and spot you— feeling in the dumps if on certain days he’d miss your presence entirely, he’d just stare. stare with pink cheeks and softened eyes as you laughed and messed around with your friends or did extracurricular activities around campus, always giving a helping hand to those who needed it no matter the status.

that’s what yuta admired the most about you. you didn’t treat anybody differently just because they didn’t stand in the same level as you. you didn’t care about things like that, and you spoke to people with such fucking class and poise, that he always dozed off picturing how it would be like if he ever had the privilege of actually speaking with you.

that’s how most of his work shifts went at the diner after his classes.

he would wait tables or be in the kitchen, wipe down the windows or run the hostess stand… and you’d be on his mind— permanently there to torment him in the loveliest way he knew how.

and on one sunday night, you were unexpectedly there right in front of him at his job.

“hello?”

you waved a gentle hand over his face, and he snapped out of it immediately, cheeks pinky and bright, your friends snickering.

“yes! s—sorry.” he reached behind the hostess stand. “how many are with you?”

“four!” you responded sweetly, yuta having to swallow the huge lump in his throat as he officially saw your smile up close for the first time in his life— a gorgeous contrast to what it looked like from far away.

yuta quickly grabbed the corresponding menus and stepped to the side of the hostess stand, leading you and your friends through the empty restaurant and to a big booth— placing two menus down on each side of the table.

a series of elvis presley oldies (a personal pick from yuta) played through the jukebox in the middle of the diner while you and your friends scanned the menu, yuta fidgeting and anxious with his pen and notepad, waiting for you to order.

“do you have a favorite milkshake from here?” your kind voice spoke, looking up at him.

“uh— milkshake?”

your friends snickered again, but this time, you turned to them and shot them all a menacing glare.

“hey!— stop that you guys…” you shook your head at them and turned back to a red faced yuta, smiling apologetically. “i’m sorry! i’m really sorry.”

your friends only looked annoyed as they buried their faces in their menus or looked away entirely— yuta shaking his head softly.

“n—no it’s alright. um— i usually prefer this one-”

he timidly pointed his pen downward, the words ‘elvis shake’ reading from it.

“it has uh— vanilla ice cream with peanut butter and bananas.” he pursed his lips. “if… if you like that?”

“oh i’m a whore for anything with peanut butter in it!…” your hands spread flat across the menu as you leaned closer, yuta shyly laughing a little at your wording.

you looked up then, your eyes bright and excited and yuta doesn’t think anyone has ever looked at him the way you were at that moment.

“is that why you like it? because of the peanut butter?”

“yeah! yeah definitely... m— mainly because of the name though.”

you stopped and your eyebrows furrowed. “elvis? do you listen to him?”

his cheeks buzzed. “do you?”

“y/n!” one of your friends harshly whispered to you from across the table. “are we here to chit chat or are we here to eat?”

“fuck okay! jesus—”

you and the rest of your group ordered, yuta nervously scribbling down the names of various platters and drinks before silently excusing himself to send the note off to the kitchen staff.

and when it came around to serving your food, placing each individual dish down for each person— yuta gently settled the elvis shake you got in front of you, adorned with baby pink sprinkles over a mountain of whipped cream with a cherry on top, something that yuta did extra for you out of the goodness of his infatuated heart, since it didn’t come with the drink in the first place.

he didn’t know why, but he could tell that the energy was different between you and your friends the second time he came around, and after hiding in the kitchen for the entirety of the time you were there instead of outside waiting tables like he was supposed to, by the third time he came back around— you were fighting with them.

he quickly retreated behind the bar and made himself look busy, guiltily eavesdropping as he picked up a random salt shaker and falsely examined it.

“i don’t understand why you guys can’t just be nice!” you pushed. “is having a normal conversation with somebody that funny? every time?”

“y/n you always talk to a bunch of rando’s of course it’s funny.”

“what the hell does that even mean?”

“it means it looks odd and you’re embarrassing yourself every time you skip around not being mindful of who you’re having conversations with!” one of them seethed, their tone judgemental and rude and one yuta didn’t like at all.

“like— like the server today! i’m pretty sure i’ve seen him around campus, he’s odd. why were you asking him about— about— who the fuck were you asking him about?“

“elvis.” you spat. “i was asking him about elvis."

“that guy! who cares? he works here why do you have to always talk to people like that—”

“like what?!” you threw your arms up. “like a normal decent human being would? i can see why you’d lack that.”

“excuse me?”

“yeah. and it sucks for you.”

“sucks for?— okay. i think we’re done here.”

“way fucking done.”

as each of them scooched out of the booth, yuta watched with wide panicked eyes while you stayed seated and silent, arms crossed over your chest and lips tight as you glared.

“i don’t know why everyone loves you so much…” one of them muttered. “there isn’t anything to you.”

and they all walked out, the bell above the door chiming as they did.

yuta’s eyes darted from you to the exit and to them through the window outside in the parking lot, watching fucking gobsmacked as they all got in one singular car and sped off, leaving you there by yourself and with the responsibility of the bill.

soft sniffles reached him, and he turned then, your body hunched over on the table as you cried with your head down, yuta’s heart aching for you.

he put down the random salt shaker he was holding and walked around the bar, slowly making his way towards your table.

“you don’t—”

you shot up startled.

“sorry! sorry—” he awkwardly scratched his pinky cheek. “i was just— gonna say you don’t have to pay the bill… i— i can—”

“oh! no you don’t have to do that.” you wiped your cheeks. “it’s okay i can pay it.”

“but they left you the entire bill.” he said softly.

“i know… it’s okay! really.” you smiled a little through your tears, the sight making his shoulders slump.

how you could possibly smile at a time like this was beyond him.

yuta started clearing the empty plates from your table when you spoke up again.

“i’m sorry you had to deal with their attitude...” you mumbled. “and my ugly crying.”

he smiled softly and shook his head. “no it’s okay. you shouldn’t apologize for them.”

“i should though…” you whined a little. “they were being mean the moment we got here and were just straight disrespectful.”

you leaned back against the plush of the booth and crossed your arms, muttering. “it’s not like they were my friends either..”

yuta quirked a confused brow, setting the last of the plates away in the kitchen before coming back around. “they weren’t?”

“nuh uh.” you shook your head. “i had just met them today actually, from a sorority event. i thought they were nice at first but i started noticing they were a little bitchy.”

“bitchy?” he laughed a little, his heart leaping like a little leap frog at the realization that it was just you and him at the diner alone, the cooks having already gone home seeing as it was past closing time for the diner.

“yeah…” you sighed deeply through your nose. “they weren’t being very nice to the other girls there either… and— and when they asked me if i wanted to come eat here with them i didn’t really want to go but—” you pursed your lips, a sheepish look on your face. “i have a hard time saying no to people so…”

yuta’s eyes softened, leaning back against the edge of the long bar table as he eyed how resilient you tried to come across but damn well knowing you were hurting inside by their actions, your cheeks still wet and your bottom lip in a slight pout.

“what they said to you wasn’t very nice…” he murmured. “i’m sorry they did that.”

you smiled warmly. “it’s okay. i get it here and there.”

his eyebrows furrowed. “here and there? what do you mean?”

“from other people that i meet.” you perked up slightly then. “do you wanna sit?” you signaled to the seat across from you in the booth and he stiffened, eyes wide and cheeks pink as he reluctantly scooched his legs over and sat across from you.

“they just get a little mad when i don’t do what they want me to do.”

“like be mean? like them?”

you shrugged a little, but the way your gorgeous eyes peered up at him indicated that he was right. “i suppose.”

“are all of your friends like that?”

“oh no! thankfully not…” you fiddled with your fingers on the table. “a lot of them are really sweet.”

yuta never thought about how something like this could be a possibility, as all he saw was how much you were loved and idolized and sought after by literally anyone who knew your name— but he missed the mark on the logistics of it. he should’ve known certain girls wouldn’t be in favor of you and desired what you didn’t have to work very hard for to get.

he saw how you wiped the remnants of your wet cheeks and sniffed, looking like you had at least recovered from crying but still a little dejected as you slouched over the table, eyes down.

“do you want… another elvis shake?”

you looked up. “what?”

“a—another shake. do you want one?” he stood slowly from the booth. “or i could get you ice cream? we just have vanilla and chocolate but—”

“oh no! it’s okay really i don’t want to freeload over what you have—”

he giggled a little. “you’re not freeloading. i’m offering.”

and before you could reject him again, he was already making his way to the kitchen— hands skillfully prepping his favorite milkshake like he’d done so many times before since the age of sixteen, and now skillfully and lovingly preparing it for you, the girl he’s adored since the moment he started college.

you stood and timidly followed after him, but instead of fully going into the kitchen, you stopped in front of the vintage burgundy jukebox and scanned the selection of songs.

“you won’t get in trouble?” you worriedly called over your shoulder. “i don’t want you to run into issues with your job…”

“no it’s okay!” you heard from the kitchen, glasses and silverware clinking together. “i’ve been working here since high school and my manager doesn’t mind. i usually um— close on sunday’s on my own too.”

the blender went off as you spotted your favorite elvis presley song on the list of selections, perking up and quickly digging into your purse for any stray quarters you magically hoped would appear inside.

yuta switched the blender off and unhooked it from the base, pouring out the frothy liquid into a fountain glass cup.

“you close on your own on sunday’s?” your head turned to where he was, catching little glimpses of him from the doorway as he moved to and fro. “the entire restaurant?”

“yeah…” he laughed awkwardly. “well— all of the time.”

“all of the time?!” you gawked, popping your head into the kitchen and accidentally scaring him.

“oh shit!—”

“sorry!” you giggled cutely. “i’m sorry…”

he laughed with you and waved you off. “it’s okay.”

yuta looked down and proceeded topping your milkshake with baby pink sprinkles again. “and yeah we’re kind of… understaffed right now. it’s just me and another kid.”

you hummed understandingly, watching the way he finished off your shake with two cherries on top instead of one like last time, making you softly smile in response.

he plopped a straw in. “here you go.”

“thank you!” you bounced excitedly on your little toes and he grinned, handing the glass over to you gently.

“i hope you feel better…”

your milkshake filled cheeks made him laugh as you paused and swallowed, the sweetest expression ever on your face as your eyes flickered to his name tag and back to him.

“i do yuta… thank you!”

the way his name rang off your tongue, something he never ever would’ve thought to hear come out of your mouth, to come out from you, sent him feeling lightheaded as fuck as he dropped his head down to hide his rosy cheeks, walking out of the kitchen as you followed after him.

you paused in front of the jukebox again.

“oh! i didn’t get to hear your answer from earlier.”

he picked his head up. “from earlier?”

“if— if you listen to elvis?”

“oh—” his gaze drifted to where you had your focus on the elvis presley selection panel on the machine. “i do! i love his music.”

you beamed, eyes lighting up so excitedly as you looked at him.

“oh my god i love him too! so much!”

“really?” he smiled. “do you— do you have a favorite song?”

“yeah! i have a lot...” you giggled shyly. “but i mainly like ‘always on my mind.’”

“that one’s a good one!” his smile grew. “i love that one too.”

“right?!” you stepped closer to him, and his face flushed. “and you? what about you?”

“i uh— i like ‘moody blue’…”

you gushed. “i like that one too!”

you loved the way his pinky cheeks bloomed and how kind he was— the way he tried his best to make you, a stranger, feel better with a cute little milkshake, his stuttering and fidgeting something that you found yourself adoring and only made your heart mushy with the weird need to pinch his rosy cheeks.

and he loved elvis.

“i’m glad you like him.” you hummed, running the pad of your index finger mindlessly over the smooth glittery surface of the jukebox. “people don’t really listen to him or oldies in general now.”

you gently set your nearly finished milkshake on the bar table as he nodded his head in agreement, thinking he couldn’t fall more in love with you over the fact that you actually liked one of his favorite artists. “i didn’t—expect you to either…”

you tilted your head. “really? why?”

“because—” he stammered, eyes darting around your breathtaking face. “well you’re popular. and pretty. and in a sorority. and i just—”

“oh— i see!” you smiled with blushing cheeks at his quick compliment, but it didn’t really reach your eyes. “i understand.”

“no but!—” your eyes stayed glued to the jukebox, and he worried that he might’ve accidentally offended you as he frantically tried to get his words together.

“i know it’s all stereotypes and assumptions so i’m— i’m sorry.”

“it’s alright!” you giggled softly. “i just don’t want you or anyone to get the wrong impression of me because of those things is all…”

your eyebrows pinched in thought, and he quickly shook his head.

“i’ve never!” he reached and placed a hand on your shoulder, your cheeks growing hot as he did so. “i’ve never gotten the wrong impression of you…”

“no?”

“no.”

you peered up at him. “what do you think of me then?”

“what do i—” he gulped. “what do i think?”

“yeah!”

“i think uh… you’re really nice.” he mumbled. “really nice. to everyone.. to me. doesn’t matter who honestly. and… you’re not afraid to say something if someone is being rude.”

yuta shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he avoided your gaze. “and you’re helpful… you put a lot of care into the things that you do, which are always never for your own benefit but for the benefit of others.”

he froze. “i— i see you around campus! a lot— so…”

your doe eyes were soft and filled with affection and warmth, the weight of his words settling into your mind as if they’ve always belonged there. as if he’s always belonged there.

you wrung your fingers behind your back then and leaned up on your tippy toes.

“you think i’m pretty?”

beautiful.

yuta hadn’t even realized that he had called you that until the moment you mentioned it again, his eyes widening as his wobbly lips tried to form coherent sentences for you.

“well— well who doesn’t...” he squeaked.

“but do you?” you leaned even closer, your cute smile nearly making him want to blurt out that he’s in love with you and that he’s maybe thought about you being the mother of his children from time to time.

“i— i do.” his eyes flickered back to yours. “i do.”

you bit your bottom lip and gleamed, giving into your impulses and reaching up to gently squeeze his flushed cheek.

“you’re so cute yuta…” you murmured, arm falling back to your side and eyes casting over the jukebox again.

and he nearly just about died.

“do you want a little donut?” he asked. “i— i can get it from the back—”

you and yuta spent literally the rest of the night until two in the morning chit chatting, playing various oldies tunes on the jukebox that conspired of mainly elvis presley, and yuta literally feeding you and giving you anything he possibly could just so he could watch the way you beamed at him every time he did— even when at one point you literally begged him that it was okay, your tummy absolutely filled with sugary sweets and drinks.

you even helped yuta close— disinfecting and wiping down all of the tables, sweeping the floors, triple shining the little elvis mural the diner had by the hostess stand, and organizing the menu’s for tomorrow’s shift.

in the midst of you wiping down the last of the big glass windows by the entrance with him, you thought of something.

“oh my god yuta—” your head snapped in his direction, his eyes widening at your sudden outburst.

“what if i work here?”

he stopped.

“work here?”

“yeah!” you nodded vigorously. “with you!”

he bit the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from screaming. “with me?”

“uh huh!” you chirped sweetly. “i would love to wipe down tables and listen to music with you everyday..”

yuta’s ears went red as he heard your soft voice say something so cute, wanting to literally run into the kitchen to the sink and dunk his face in sink water to cool off his boiling face.

“if that’s okay!” you sputtered. “am i being weird? am i freaking you out—”

“no! no not at all!” the corners of his lips curled, and he smiled, genuinely smiled. a big loving one that made his cheeks hurt with how hard he was doing it, and one that made your heart lightly flutter inside your chest at the way he was looking at you.

“i can talk to my manager.” he spoke gently. “i’m pretty sure he’ll take you.”

you bounced excitedly on your tippy toes, unexpectedly throwing your arms around him and landing a big fat kiss to his cheek.

“thank you thank you!”

yuta kept true to his word and talked to his manager the following day, who barely even had to think about it since he trusted yuta more than his own damn kids, waving him off and giving him the all clear to have you start the coming week.

“look look! do you likkeeyyy?”

you twirled around in your waitress uniform, the frilly pink fabric moving and swaying with every spin you made as he casually tried to bite down on his thumb in stupid restraint.

“it’s great!” he muttered, teeth locked around his thumb still. “you look great y/n.”

“thanks thanks!”

and you hopped over, giving him another quick kiss on the cheek before skipping away to the kitchen, him ecstatic as he’d been wanting another one so fucking badly again since the first time you did it— him biting down even harder on his thumb when you disappeared from view.

“why do you look like you’re about to shit yourself?”

yuta whipped around and saw his other coworker, yuji, the kid who shares shifts with him sometimes and spills everything and anything that comes out of his mouth without thinking twice about it, standing next to him with a clueless face.

yuji then wiggled his eyebrows teasingly. “is it the girl? the pretty one? the one with the big ass—”

“knock it off—” yuta shoved him away lightly and walked off, crouching down behind the bar counter and sorting through piles of rolled up silverware and buffet napkins.

“do you like her? yes or no?” yuji leaned against the edge of the bar.

his cheeks went pink.

“because if not i’m gonna go try y’know—”

yuta scoffed. “yuji you’re a freshman in high school and we’re in college. she’s in college—”

“okay maybe she likes them young? cougar moment?”

yuta looked at him absolutely horrified and bewildered. “you’re fucking insane—”

his reaction and response only made yuji double over in a fit of laughter, clutching his stomach and gasping for breath as yuta looked at him with an unamused face.

“i’m kidding! i’m just kidding i know you like her you’ve been red in the face the minute she clocked in—”

“what’s so funny?”

you popped your head in from the kitchen, making yuta jump again and yuji double over laughing like before, you giving yuta an apologetic look.

“i wanna laugh!” you pouted. “what happened? what’s funny?”

“yuta didn’t like the joke i made.” yuji quipped.

“well what was it? maybe i will!” you smiled sweetly.

“i said—”

“don’t say it!”

yuji ducked as yuta threw a kids menu at him.

“yuta has a cru—”

“shut the fuck up!—”

you covered your mouth with your hands in a little fit of giggles, the sound halting yuta mid throw to look at you with wide dreamy eyes— not wanting to miss the way you laughed and the way your nose crinkled with every hiccup.

yuji snickered and he shot him a glare before standing and walking over to where you stood.

“you don’t wanna hear it…” he mumbled shyly, fiddling with a buffet napkin. “it was freaking weird.”

you settled your giggles down and breathed, nodding cutely. “i’ll take your word for it, yu.”

yu.

“eeehh?! look y/n! look at his face!—”

“shut up!”

for the rest of the days and shifts that you spent together, yuta made it his mission to do things for you to hopefully earn him a sweet cheek kiss in return like last time, all while desperately trying to avoid yuji and his big ginormous annoying mouth actively corrupting some of his attempts on purpose.

yuta would try and bring you any kind of pastry he could give away to you without his manager knowing, or make you milkshakes randomly throughout your shifts or small BLT’s during lunch time to feed you, all for the purpose of watching the way you’d smile and hug him gratefully each time, and if he got lucky, a sweet kiss on the cheek.

“i don’t get it.” yuji shook his head during one of your shifts, him shuffling through a movie magazine on his break. “why don’t you just ask her for a kiss on the cheek? hm? i’d bet she’d do it! ooo better yet—” he looked at him with sarcastic laced excitement. “ask her out you little loser.”

yuta’s cheeks were hot as he listened, watching you from the kitchen take orders and scribble them down on a notepad.

“it’s been months yuta. months. i am in agony every day watching you follow her around like a lost puppy even though it’s the funniest thing i’ve ever seen.”

yuta rolled his eyes, but sent him a small sad smile. “can’t do it.”

“why not?” he whined. “she likes you too!”

“because she’s out of my league.” yuta pursed his lips. “and no i don’t think she likes me.”

“oh man—” yuji hunched over the sink, tossing his magazine to the side and gripping the rim in exhaustion. “she kisses your cheeks and hugs you and literally took this job because of you! what more proof do you want?!” he grabbed his shoulders and shook him. “a straight up confession?! a straight up kiss?!”

yuta’s heart accelerated at the thought as he pictured yuji’s words clear in his mind.

would you ever kiss him?… would you ever like him back?

“m—maybe?”

“what about school! do you guys not hang out or talk at school?”

“we do!” yuta perked up, but his shoulders quickly slumped. “we’re in different circles though so it’s always just for a little bit or casually.”

yuji groaned loudly and smacked a hand over his forehead. “it’s useless. you’re on your own man i tried i tried so hard i can’t help you—”

he continued to mutter under his breath as he picked up his backpack and walked out of the kitchen and out of the restaurant, the end of his shift drawing near as yuta laughed to himself over his words.

he appreciated how much yuji cared and how badly he wanted him to succeed, but even though his unrealistic expectations and hopes annoyed him most of the time as he blabbed on to him about them, yuta knew he was just a kid. so he valued it anyways.

“yu!” you spoke from behind the bar, him quickly rubbing his sweaty palms over his pants as he walked out of the kitchen to you.

“i’m so excited for tonight!” you smiled, your giddy little self practically bouncing off the walls in anticipation.

he laughed. “you’re excited to clean?”

“yup yup! i’m excited to clean with you.”

with him.

yuta adored sunday’s because that’s when you were both scheduled to close together on your own— just like the first time you did months ago, back when you weren’t working there yet.

there were no cooks, no yuji, no manager, and no customers. just you and him as you blasted elvis singles on the jukebox and got a sugar high from the ice cream machine as you wiped down tables and dusted off shelves— one time you literally slipping on the checkered tile by the entrance because you forgot you had just mopped the floor, yuta practically jumping over the bar counter to see if you were okay and him absolutely sick and worried over nothing as he showered you with more pastries and sweets to help you feel better.

that sunday night he got a kiss on the cheek.

so as you both bid the last customers a good night and got right to work, yuta considered yuji’s dumb words.

maybe he should just ask?

“if elvis was still alive i would probably sell myself to go see him.”

he let out a shocked laugh. “sell yourself? like prostitution?”

“mhm!” you hummed, wiping down the bar counter. “think about it— his tickets would probably cost like three thousand dollars. where the hell am i gonna get three thousand dollars? i’m broke and in college.”

yuta shook his head, his lips in an amused grin. “anything for elvis.”

“exactly!” you leaned over the counter excitedly, yuta on the other side with pink cheeks and a fuzzy feeling in his heart. “you get it. only you understand me.”

he laughed.

“i think it’d be cool if they brought him back as a hologram and did concerts that way.” yuta suggested.

you gasped incredulously as a hand flew to slap over your mouth. “yu! you little genius! oh my god i have to start pimping myself out now—”

yuta laughed again and shook his head. “don’t do that. we’ll find a way to get in.”

“we?!” you propped yourself up on the counter with your elbows and cupped his hands in yours, him stiffening with wide eyes and wobbly nervous lips. “you wanna go with me?”

“y—yeah.” he stammered. “of— of course…”

you squealed and nodded quickly, seemingly accepting the hypothetical proposal.

but then you settled down a little. your eyelashes slowly fluttering as you stared at him— a slow 50s love song statically murmuring through the jukebox adding to the atmosphere as you leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.

but this time it was different.

it wasn’t quick and cutesy and one that yuta barely had time to bask over before you pranced away. it was slow, tender, and yuta could feel the way your soft lips touched his skin and left behind a burn as he let his eyes close at the blissful gentle feeling, him finally able to relish in the rarity of it before you slightly began pulling away, eyes twinkling.

“…do you still think i’m pretty?” you whispered.

he swallowed thickly, your face so close he could feel your breath fanning across his lips.

“i do.” he whispered back, eyes locked on yours. “very much so.”

you bit your bottom lip as you smiled, ever so slightly leaning closer and closer to him as your lips nearly brushed against—

riinnggg!

you quickly pulled away and ran to the back to answer the phone, leaving yuta sitting there swooning and nearly collapsing on the table, his hands cold from not being encased in your own soft hands anymore.

but most of all… leaving him confused. he didn’t know why you were leaning in like that.

“i’m sorry we’re closed for the day!… uh huh… we open at eight am tomorrow if—”

yuta could still feel the blaze your lips left behind on his cheek as you spoke on the phone, his hands coming up to rub his eyes as he tried to get his head back down from the clouds and simmer down the beating of his heart.

“someone wanted to come in right now!” you exclaimed, coming back over to your previous spot.

he furrowed his eyebrows. “right now? are you serious? it’s—” he spun around on the barstool and turned his head to the coca cola themed vintage clock on the wall. “it’s nearly twelve am?”

“i know!” you breathed out. “we closed four hours ago.”

“four?!—”

it dawned on the both of you how long you had been inside the diner, fully convinced it would’ve been longer if you hadn’t noticed.

so as the two of you mutually agreed to finish up and gather your things— the jukebox switched to an iconic elvis presley slow love song as you were just about halfway through the entrance double doors, eyes snapping to each other’s.

“aw i love this one…” you spoke softly, a little whine seeping through.

a small close lipped smile spread across his face. “i love this one too.”

“do you wanna—” you stopped.

his eyebrows pinched. “do i wanna what?”

“do you wanna… dance with meee?” you dragged out cutely, slightly bouncing on your toes.

“dance?” his eyes widened. “i— i don’t know how—”

“s’okay! i’ll teach you!”

you quickly pulled his hand and dragged him out, opening one door and jamming a door stopper underneath it so the music of the jukebox leaked out of the diner and through the empty street.

the pavement was a little wet from the morning rain as you took his hand again and pulled him to the middle of the dead empty street, the bottom of your shoes tapping and splashing a little with each tiny puddle you stepped in.

elvis presley’s voice softly hummed through the air, but it was loud and clear to the both of you as you gently took yuta’s hands and set them around your waist, his heart fucking palpitating and feeling like he was about to have a stroke when you wrung your arms over his neck and showed him that pretty smile he loved so much.

you both slowly stepped side to side, the air crispy and cold as your breath’s blew out foggy misty clouds due to the condensation, both of your noses and cheeks flushing red and buzzing warmly as you continued to slow dance— yuta’s grip slowly tightening until he was practically hugging you flush against his body.

out of anything that could possibly happen to yuta in his life, he wanted to remember this moment specifically— with you, dancing in the middle of the street listening to the man that essentially brought you both together in the first place, your beautiful beautiful face looking at him like he was the most important thing in your life… yuta wanting so badly for that to come true as he basked in this little made up scenario in his head that you were already his.

“yu…” you murmured.

he didn’t trust his voice.

“hm?”

“why haven’t you kissed me yet.”

what?

“kissed… you?”

“yeah..” you whispered, your bodies swaying. “don’t you like me?”

yuta let out a shaky breath. “i— i mean yeah… who doesn’t?”

your smile faltered. “i’m talking about you though…”

“oh. well you know i do. i’m sure a lot of other guys would want to kiss you.”

the song drawled to a gradual close and the jukebox reset, you both no longer swaying but still holding on to each other.

your eyes drifted to the side. “other guys?”

he pursed his lips, not really liking the thought of you kissing guys, but answering your question anyways. “yeah… other guys.”

his emphasis on other guys and not on himself left a bad taste in your mouth.

your eyes narrowed in confusion as you looked up at him, yuta a little shocked at your sad expression.

did he say something wrong?

“i thought—” you shook your head softly. “i thought you…?”

“…thought me what?” he cocked his head to the side, his genuine confusion solidifying his rejection in your eyes.

“i— i thought—”

your hands slipped from his shoulders and you stepped back, yuta sadly complying and letting his arms open and fall beside him as you rapidly blinked back tears, his eyes slowly widening once he caught it.

“hey— are you okay? what’s wrong?”

yuta went and reached for you, you backing away in response as you shook your head and gave him a small smile, but it didn’t reach your eyes at all.

“why are you crying? did i say something mean? i’m sorry—”

“no no i’m fine.” your voice was quiet and sad. “i think we should go home now.”

his shoulders deflated.

“are you sure? we— we usually hang out until at least one in the morning on sunday’s…”

you walked past him and towards the double doors of the diner, letting your tears slip in secret as you picked up your school bag and swung it over your shoulder, quickly wiping your cheeks before picking up his bag and giving it to him.

yuta thanked you and hoisted his backpack up on himself, ushering you gently to step to the side as he pulled the door stopper from beneath and placed it in its corresponding place by the entrance, letting the door close on its own before pulling out the keys from the pocket of his jacket and locking the diner up.

he did all of this— completely unaware to the way you were trying to quiet down your sniffles behind him.

you were so sure he liked you back… now you just felt a little stupid.

of course— the one genuine guy you came across that you actually liked out of all the others that you’ve met, one that wasn’t like the rest and was sweet and funny and caring and so so attentive of you… didn’t like you back.

the one thing you truly truly wanted, you simply couldn’t have— you walking ahead of yuta in silence through the parking lot with your arms crossed as you wondered if the way he treated you was literally just because that’s how he was as a person.

a good person at that. way too good for this world, and way too good for you.

yuta didn’t know why you were so quiet, his chest a bit achy at the absence of your usual cheerful voice.

when you reached your cars, you barely even bid him a proper goodbye like you always did before you got in your car and sped away, leaving a perplexed yuta standing alone in the parking lot— eyebrows pinched together in clueless concern.

you were acting so weird, and you unfortunately continued to do so for the following week.

the next time you came into the diner (which was literally the next day), yuta was taken aback by how bloodshot and sunken your eyes were when you came in for your shift, not saying a single peep to yuji and him when you walked through the kitchen or through the bar counter like you usually did… and it was weird.

through the bustling of the busy restaurant, it was oddly quiet to the two boys, simply because you weren’t your usual boastful self.

and you were hardly talking to yuta either… which pained him the most. you kept it strictly casual— as if you weren’t completely tied together every fucking day for almost a year now, you just completely casual about your day and about the things you had to do whenever he asked you, your one word dry responses sending him through the worst confusing and sadistic loop of his life.

but it wasn’t casual at all. nothing about you was casual. so why were you acting like this? did you finally maybe open your eyes and realize yuta was a big fat nobody who didn’t belong with a girl like you?

yuta nearly cried at the thought. perhaps you had finally realized that.

but how fucking cruel was it that he lived a year of love and beauty and everything that was just you, getting a taste of what it would be like to live a life where you thought of him as something really special and a life where you wanted to basically do everything with him— only to be ripped away from him overnight? with no explanation?

by wednesday, yuta was dead inside.

you didn’t seem to want to do anything with him anymore like before. you didn’t excitedly jump and squeal and bounce on your little toes when it was time for the both of you to clean during your shift or restock the ice cream machine. you didn’t talk to him about elvis anymore or about another ludicrous idea on how to resurrect him from the dead— you didn’t smile like you used to whenever he tried to give you a small pastry, actually rejecting it instead, and you didn’t kiss his cheeks anymore.

by friday, yuji was fed the fuck up.

“what the fuck did you do?!” he whispered harshly at him from the bar, you somewhere in the diner taking orders. “that woman is like a walking zombie. her eyes have been red like red since monday, and she’s not yapping about elvis anymore.”

yuta leaned against the counter with a flat palm to his forehead in worry, feeling like he was gonna be fucking sick over you.

“i— i don’t know.” he stuttered. “i truly don’t know i don’t know what i said that’s making her act like that.”

“okay run it back for me run it back.” he placed both hands on his shoulders and roughly pulled yuta to face him. “explain to me again what happened on sunday.”

“we were closing…”

“uh huh?”

“she wanted to slow dance in the street so we did…”

“okay cute i love that part okay keep going..?”

“and then she asked why haven’t i kissed her—“

“she what?!” yuji choked, “you didn’t tell me this part! you fucking jumped to the parking lot!”

“my bad…” yuta muttered.

“shit— whatever keep going.”

“she also said that she thought i liked her and i said who doesn’t… and then i told her i was sure other guys would want to kiss her.”

“you said other guys?”

yuta’s eyebrows pinched. “yeah?”

“you. said…” yuji repeatedly slowly. “other. guys.”

“yes i did—”

“oh you’re done.” he rapidly shook his head. “i can’t help you i’ve done all i can you’re my buddy and i love you but i cannot take this anymore—”

“woah woah slow the fuck down—” he narrowed his eyes. “what’s so bad about what i said?”

“you rejected her.”

“what? no i didn’t—”

“yes!” yuji nodded frantically. “yes you did you freaking dingus! yuta she wanted a kiss from you a kiss! she literally said ‘when are you going to kiss me!’”

“i thought she was joking about that?” he answered softly.

“i might die early if you don’t figure this out right now.” yuji spat. “when you said other guys, she took it as you saying you’re sure other guys would want to kiss her and not you! do you understand what i’m trying to say?!”

yuta stayed silent.

“you said ‘i’m sure other guys would wanna kiss you,’ which is you indirectly saying ‘i’m sure other guys would wanna kiss you but not me.’ emphasis on others—”

“holy fucking shit.”

why was yuji kind of smart?

“oh thank god!” yuji breathed out, throwing his hands up in the air before clasping them together and looking up at the ceiling, his eyes screwed shut as he shook his interlocked hands and prayed.

“thank you! thank you elvis presley for finally making him see what a dumbass he’s been this entire year especially this moment your music has never been better—”

yuta shoved his fingers through his hair, his eyes bulging open. “holy fucking shit what the fuck did i do?!”

you walked past the bar just then and they both shot their arms down and tried to appear as nonchalant as humanly possible, you not even sparing them a glance as you walked over to the kitchen and disappeared from view.

“oh you have got to fix this.”

yuta spent the rest of the week trying to devise a plan to ease into the situation and have a conversation with you about it, but doing it fucking poorly as he miserably couldn’t come up with anything and yuji having even worse ideas— going as far as to suggesting he kidnaps you and takes you to elvis presley’s home in graceland and apologize there, yuji calling it a ‘grand gesture.’

by sunday, yuta was grasping at straws.

you slowly looked up from the bar as you saw a little sprinkled donut pastry slide across from the other side, your stinging eyes locking with yuta’s and feeling an immediate colossal pang through your chest when you saw him.

“you um—” yuta sighed softly through his nose. “you haven’t had a donut from here in a while…”

“oh.” your eyes stayed glued to the pastry. “thank you but i’m alright. i’m not that hungry right now.”

yuta bit his tongue. “please.”

he wasn’t pleading for you to eat the damn donut, but he pathetically couldn’t get the words out properly either.

“i don’t want it i’m okay.”

“why not?” he pushed. “you love donuts. you haven’t accepted my milkshakes either and you love those too.”

“i got sick of them.”

yuta froze.

you sounded like a completely different person at the moment, and yuta knew that your words held an entirely different meaning to them— his heart literally throwing up all over his insides in distress.

it was near closing time, the last pair of customers just about finishing up their meal as you both stared solemnly at the uneaten donut.

“are you—” yuta cleared his throat. “are you mad at me?”

the customers called you over then, and you quickly pushed yourself off from the edge and walked over as yuta heard your kind customer service voice from somewhere in the diner finalizing the bill for them, the bell above the door chiming as they left— you coming back around to stand back on the other side of the bar.

“sorry what did—”

“are you mad at me.”

you shook your head, eyebrows pinched. “no. why would i be mad?”

“are you upset with me?”

you hummed a no.

yuta wanted to rip his hair out at the fact that he couldn’t fucking think of what to say to you— not wanting to accidentally say something that could offend you like last time without him even knowing, as he didn’t trust his mouth for shit.

“you haven’t looked okay since last sunday.” he murmured. “you don’t look happy around me anymore.”

you pulled your lips into a thin line and pressed hard, already feeling tears threatening to spill.

“it’s just school. it’s tough at the moment.” you mumbled.

“you’re lying.”

you slightly snorted. “okay thanks.”

“no— fuck i did it again.” he screwed his eyes shut. “i know you’re upset with me and i know you’re mad at me. you don’t talk to me as much, you don’t— you don’t take any of the sweets and drinks i give you when you always do, and you refuse to talk to me about elvis.”

“it’s school yuta i don’t know what else to tell you.”

he groaned and pushed himself off the bar, swiftly making his way around the counter to stand right in front of you as your pretty red eyes widened, your body immediately fidgeting.

“please… i miss you.” he mumbled, and your bottom lip started to wobble. “i miss when you wanted me around.”

“i— i do want you around.” you said, so so softly he could barely hear you.

“then please tell me what you’re feeling.”

you brought your hands up and pressed your fingers into your eyes, trying your absolute hardest to keep the tears inside as your body trembled.

“it’s all me it’s not you so— so please don’t worry about it it’s school and— and—”

“i love you.”

you paused.

yuta shakily pried your fingers away from your eyes, holding them in his hands as silent tears escaped down your cheeks.

you shook your head. “no you don’t. you’re just saying that—”

“i love you.”

“stop it you’re being mean i don’t need you to tell me you love me because you feel bad for me—”

you tried to tear your hands away but his grip only tightened as he shook his head and wrung you in, pressing your hands flat over his heart and holding them there as he leaned and pushed his lips to yours, the taste and feeling of you complete fucking paradise as he hoped that the weight of his lips were conveying how much he truly fucking loved you, how much he truly needed you in his life and how much he wanted you to treat him like he was something to you again.

he was tired of you carrying around the missing half of him, but not because he wanted you to give it back.

he wanted you to keep it. he wanted you to keep it forever and ever and not let it dangle over ineptly like you’d done for the past week. he wanted you to kiss it and shove it next to your heart and keep it there snug where it belonged until the day that he died.

the jukebox murmured another soft 50s tune, you slowly but surely letting your tense shoulders relax as you allowed your lips to move against his, your heart screaming and zooming through your bones at the fact that this man was kissing you like you’d wanted and dreamed for him to do so badly for the past year.

you both slowly pulled away with your lips quietly smacking apart, your stunning face finally looking at him the way you always did, the way you used to, even if it was a little timid still.

“are you lying?” you murmured.

his eyes softened as he gently shook his head.

“absolutely not.”

“but you rejected me.”

he sighed through his nose, his hands still pressing yours over his heart as you felt it beat rapidly under your palms.

“i— i didn’t mean to. i swear to god i didn’t mean to.” he gently dropped his forehead against yours as he closed his eyes. “i was being stupid and worded everything wrong. but— but i’m telling you now that i wanted to kiss you… so fucking bad. you’re too pretty for me so i honestly thought i just didn’t stand a chance…”

you couldn’t believe it.

“i don’t want other guys to kiss you.” he continued. “not at all… just me.”

“just you?” you murmured, and he nodded against your forehead.

“just me.” he propped his chin on the top of your head. “i’m sorry i hurt you and made you cry.”

“no yu…” you spoke gently. “i’m sorry too. and i’m sorry i said i was sick of the sweets you give me… i was lying i love them.”

he chuckled softly.

“it’s okay… i know.” yuta gently caressed your fingers with his thumbs. “but i love you pretty.”

“i love you.” you whispered, and you slid your hands up his chest and around his neck, pulling him down in a warm embrace as he copied and pulled your body to his so so tightly, your hearts beating in time with one another as he felt his fingertips go numb at your confession, kissing your soft little cheeks over and over and over again until he got giggles out of you.

yuta loved sunday’s… and so did you.

and when he asked you to be his girlfriend that same night while standing over the jukebox, staring at the elvis presley song selection like you’d done many times together before in the past, yuta for the first time realized that he hadn’t felt alone since the moment you came into the diner with your mean friends— finding himself actually thanking them in his head for that, realizing that if they hadn’t then you probably would’ve left with them and he would’ve never gotten the chance to speak to you that night.

the next time you both came into work, you back to your usual jumpy self as you took every pastry that yuta gave you again and babbled about elvis and how you were gonna spend your hypothetical prostitution money on a flight to memphis to see his grave and pay your respects, yuji was elated.

“what happened?! you have to tell me what happened come on you can’t keep it from me i’m just a boy—”

you skipped into the kitchen then and smoothly walked in between them, pressing a gentle cute peck to yuta’s lips before grabbing what you needed from the back and walking back out, yuji’s mouth flinging open and his jaw hitting the fucking floor.

“how— what— when— where—”

you stepped back in after a second and bounded over next to yuta, his eyes soft as he watched you lean your head on his shoulder.

“what?” you asked. “what’s wrong yuji?”

“oh god no!” he wailed, dramatically throwing an arm over his eyes in agony. “i thought this is what i wanted but it’s not! i want a kiss like that man!”

he flew to his knees in front of you and took your hand in his. “y/n why can’t you just wait for me please?! wait five years you’re so pretty i won’t confuse you like this dingbat and i’ll give you better sweets and milkshakes than him please!—”

yuta took your hand and slapped yuji’s away. “you freak stand up man the floor is dirty—”

“i need a popular gorgeous girlfriend like you yuta! how could you do this?! i thought we were brothers?! what spell did you cast?! have you ever learned jujutsu?! what have i done!—”

your manager popped his head into the kitchen and you all stiffened.

“yuji why are you crying? everyone outside can hear you, kid.”

yuji flew to his feet and shook his head. “m’not crying sir. everything is fine just fine and dandy sir.”

“okay… well can you check on your tables? leave yuta and y/n to work.”

“yes sir i’ll check on them sir.”

your manager nodded, muttering something about today’s generation as he left and went back inside his office, yuji walking out of the kitchen shortly after with his head down as you both tried your hardest to keep your laughter in, hands tightly clasped over your mouths and silently snickering to keep yuji from hearing it on the other side.

“p—poor him.” you heaved, a hand over your chest. “i hope— i hope he finds his ‘popular girlfriend’ when he’s older.”

“i wish her luck.” he muttered, and your hand slapped back over your mouth again as you burst into another fit of giggles alongside him.

yuta sheepishly outstretched his arms for you once you both settled down, you perking up excitedly with a cutesy little grin as you skipped into them, your arms wrapping snug around his torso as he brought his around your shoulders and squeezed, earning a tiny squeak from you that made him laugh.

he hoped to god he wasn’t dreaming.

yuta started shifting his weight from one to the other, gently moving and swaying you side to side in the kitchen as you giggled and let him lead you like that.

“you slow dancing yu?” you murmured softly, head coming up to give him a kiss on the cheek as he blushed.

“yeah..” he hummed. “i like it when we do.”

“i do too yu… it’s like our little thing! we’re so vintage.”

he snorted, and a charming beautiful smile spread across your face— one that made him wonder how he ever managed to land you when all he did was wait tables and stutter foolishly and wasn’t anyone particularly special like you were.

but you. you were everything. everything and way fucking more as you looked at him like he built the diner himself brick by brick for reasons he still couldn’t understand why.

yuta spoke after a moment.

“…what do you think of me?” he murmured suddenly, cheek mushing up against the side of your head as your brows furrowed.

“what do i think of you?” you asked, your perplexed face slowly shifting to one of realization as it dawned on you how yuta was reiterating your words to him from when you first met.

he grinned. “yeah.”

you pulled back to face him.

“i think you’re kind… you always have been even when i didn’t deserve it.”

his jaw dropped. “what? didn’t deserve it?—”

“i’m not finished!” you pouted, and he playfully rolled his eyes as he shut his lips.

“you’re too good to me yu…” you sighed a little. “you’re so helpful and selfless, and even when things piss you off you still take the time to appreciate them… like yuji.”

you both snickered then, and yuta brought his head down and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

“i love the way you love, yuta. i love the way you love me and take care of me and always feed me…” you giggled. “without me ever having to ask.”

you felt his arms tighten around you.

“don’t ever think that you aren’t special to me or anyone or i’ll kill you and go to graceland without you.”

he laughed loudly in your neck and pulled back, half lidded ditzy loving eyes staring back as he leaned in and kissed you— gentle and delicate, his hands coming up to cup your warm cheeks.

“jesus man table nine would not stop asking me for— oh god no!”

you and yuta jumped apart, yuji immediately wailing and crying again as he flung himself to the floor on his knees.

“really?! in my kitchen?! in front of my face?! how cruel can you be yuta?! y/n can you maybe give me a ki—”

yuta leaned down and smacked him upside the head.

“owwwuhh! what’s wrong with just one little kiss man?!—”

“cut. it. out!—”

and just like always, the week came and went, sunday fast approaching as the day eventually came to close the diner together like lovely clockwork— wiping down tables and sweeping the floors, organizing the menu’s and restocking the crayons for the little kids, gulping down milkshakes with yuta like water as you worked…

but most importantly— sharing long kisses in between each sweeping rotation, kissing and pinching his cheeks repeatedly whenever he asked or did literally anything, and slow dancing to the same 50s love song that played when you first tried to kiss him at the bar that one night, swaying together in a silly way and giggling whenever you’d both nearly topple over to the floor— yuta beaming and lovesick as he looked down at your gorgeous smile and your gorgeous face… it gleaming with so much purpose, so much pure love and importance and value for him as you danced—

that yuta decided he wanted you to keep the other remaining half of him too.

forever.

this! is the song that was playing when reader was about to give yuta a kissy kissy on the bar counter, and again at the end if you’re curious :3 it was playing when i wrote it and it literally fit so well and lifted my entire body and spirit and i felt like i was THERE MAN! <333

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ➛ miss diaz (fa14)

with fernando's new appreciation of tik tok, fans begin to wonder where he's getting the ideas from, until he ends up racing alongside his previously unknown daughter... who is already a driver, and in her twenties.

warnings/notes: fernando my dad fr, this is the silliest little fic i loved making it?? I have never written this man and i regret it hes so silly, quite short and sweet, i might make this a verse? idk. i have too many series' rn, but if people like it ...

faceclaim: none :D!

"Ay, papá, ¡no! [You're gonna get yourself hurt!]"

The Alonso house was never quiet. This was something your mother had come to realize long ago. But now she was concerned. What the hell could you and Fernando be doing that would lead to him getting hurt? Despite your insistence of being well mannered and quiet, your mother knew you could tend to get up to the same level of quirkiness as your father.

It didn't help you were smashing records in Formula 1 Academy, racing alongside women like Lia Block and the Al Qubaisi sisters, all while hiding your identity.

Someone had bashed it into you at twelve you'd only be known as Little Alonso if you continued racing under your fathers name, hence why you had insisted you dropped Alonso and continued with Diaz.

Which you did... after six months of convincing your father.

Who is currently shouting, "I'll be fine, ¡bebita!"

"You have old bones!" Is your remark as your mother gets up from where she's tending to the online store she runs for her business. Sort of like a branch out of her Etsy store. She made really nice custom embroidery on top of her working for a media company that outsourced and trained employees for PR teams.

"I'm not that old!" Fernando's shout makes her laugh into her hand as she steps into the kitchen to see you've got a whole plethora of items out and around you.

"What are you two doing..?" She hums, leaning on the doorframe and watching as both you and Fernando turn to her like deer in headlights.

And then you smile, "Papá wants to make a Tik Tok."

Verónica laughs, watching as her husband attempts to tape his phone to the ceiling fan and she puts her hands up and walks out of the room with a quick sentence over her shoulder, "[I'm not explaining this to Aston Martin!]"

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fernandoalonso: race weekend monaco edition 💚

user1: whos teenage daughter ghost wrote this caption?? how old is ur social media admin nando.

veronicadiaz: mi vida <3

⤷ fernandoalonso: mi corazón <3

⤷ user2: PARENNNTSSS

user3: i love my grid dad fr

missdiaz: youngest rookie on the grid!!

⤷ fernandoalonso: rookie of the year!

⤷ user4: yn and nando interaction. my heart is FULL!!

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missdiaz: monaco pit stop <3

astonmartinf1: thats our favorite academy driver!!

⤷ missdiaz: love u am xx

user1: mother is mothering fr

fernandoalonso: rookie of the year!!

⤷ missdiaz: youngest rookie on the grid!!

⤷ user2: nando become her grid dad pls i beg

user3: shut up shes in monaco.

user4: SO PRETTYYY

You read the headline for a third time, 'F1 Academy driver Y/N Diaz to replace ill Lance Stroll for the Monaco GP.'

There's a happy buzz in the Aston Martin garage, even with Lance being terribly ill this weekend. He'd still shown up in full support of his team, but was too woozy to actually get in the car. Too much of a risk. So, Aston Martin had called on you, and you were genuinely excited to race. So your father escorts you into the garage with a tiny proud smile, and all of Aston Martin knows who you actually are.

But media does not. Neither do some of the other drivers.

Hence how you end up talking with Lando during a press event, and when he gives you a soft smile and edges around asking your age, you have to poke your father's thigh to keep him from commenting on it. Lando has no idea he's blatantly flirting with you in front of your dad, but across from him Lewis is trying not to burst into laughter.

"I feel like I'm missing something." Lando says when the reporter comments on the eyes you, Lewis, and Fernando are giving each other. You look at Fernando and he nods,

"Yeah go for it, hermosa." Fernando taps your knee and you smirk, leaning on your fathers shoulder as you say,

"So my full name is Y/N Diaz Alonso, but I go by Diaz because y'know, my dad's got a pretty good legacy--"

"You're his daughter?!" Lando shouts and the audience starts screaming. Lewis is in practical tears with how hard he's laughing and Fernando's laughing as well. Lando curses, "Shit, man!"

"No hard feelings, man." Fernando reaches over to pats Lando's shoulder, who looks like he'd rather sink into the floor and die than be seen right now. Lewis is literally in tears.

"The fact Nando managed to keep this a secret for so long is unsurprising to me," Lewis says, "I mean, I knew because she was young when I first got to F1 and a lot of the older drivers know--plus Max, I think, because of the Piquets."

"Funnily enough," You giggle into the back of your hand, "Mark Webber's my godfather."

"Really?!" The reporters eyes widen and you nod.

"He's a bad influence, truly. Him and Jenson, oh and Seb, they were teaching me curse words at like four years old." You grin and Fernando laughs, now happily laying his arm across your shoulder to tug you to his side.

"And honestly, she's just like me at her age, so the boys on the track might wanna watch out." Fernando sends a pointed glance to Lando that has you whacking your fathers chest with a giggle.

"I'm more like him in the sense of goofy Renault celebrations Fernando, not like "I knew he'd brake because he has a wife and kids at home" Fernando." You clarify, but a knowing glance from Lewis has you shrugging while your father sits in smug confidence that his daughter will be fine.

And you would be. You were closer to the comments than the celebrations in actuality. Though, you'd never admit that.

[romanoffsbish]

You’re so Prettyyyyy…

Natasha Romanoff x F!R

Warnings: Angst -> Fluff | Friends to Lovers | Drunk Confessions | Suggestive Content

Smut: Fantasy/Thought (2 blocks of writing). Mentions of strap on (R). Mentions of oral(N) (aka, no major smutty plot. You can blink it away)

Natasha was drunk; borderline blackout.

God, you loved her so much, her voice like an angel's melody, but right now, all you wanted was for the pretty drunkard to shut the fuck up.

Her heart, that she normally kept under lock and key was burning on the tip of her tongue.

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Drunk words are sober thoughts, right?

Most of you hoped so, yearned for it to be true.

Regardless, she'd be embarrassed. She'd probably take off on a mission, nearly get herself killed, and she'd still avoid you when she returned and was benched. Most of her days likely to be spent in the garden moping over some book about sapphic heartbreak.

Natasha is predictably, an involved reader. She lets her favorite artists tell the story of her life.

Which is why you figured she'd bolt. All you can do is hope she is really blacking out so she won't remember this. So that she won't run.

"You're so prettyyy Y/N," the redhead fawned over you as she leaned her entire body against your side. You chuckled; it wasn't humorous. "The most beautiful girl in the universe."

If she could feel how tense you were she didn't let it be known. Her body simply molded into yours and yours stood as still as a statue. You stood there silently cursing vodka and Thor's mead for leaving Natasha in such delirium.

Natasha hiccuped, "My favorite girl," her hand slid into yours, she giggled, "Your hands are so soft." Her fingers slipped between yours and she sighed dreamily, "I just wanna kiss you."

An even tenser silence fell over you both as you said nothing, the redhead turned and shifted into you. Burrowing her face into your top, she sighed sadly now, "I wish you loved me back."

"I do love you Nat." You couldn't believe she'd question such a thing, like you hadn't made your feelings for her obvious for years now. Never with any pressure though, you were just as content remaining only the best of friends if it meant she was still yours in some fashion.

"Nope," she shook her head defiantly. "Because if you did you would've kissed me by now."

"You're drunk Nat..." She huffed, "Only now."

"Yeah, and when you're sober you don't want me. Not my fault." You were growing impatient with her, but you were also instantly riddled with guilt when you felt her body flinch.

"I always want you detka," she whispered her confession so softly into the fabric of your top that you'd miss it if not for being a spy yourself.

"Not outright." Natasha looked up at your avoidant eyes, lips pouting as you guided her into the elevator that finally arrived. An idea spurred her next movements on, catching you completely off guard as she found confidence.

Natasha shoved you against the elevator wall, or at least she tried to, her gross motor skills aren't the same after ten shots of vodka.

That pure shit Alexei smuggles into America too, from when he comes to see his 'girls', but really he comes to intimidate (fangirl over) Captain Ameeeerica. He only ever leaves in low spirits, without success. Even on his surprise visits is the star-spangled man not there when he arrives, he almost thinks that there is a drone following him around; there is, and Melina and Natasha are always in contact.

"Incoming. Two hours, abort America," her tone always serious, and mistakenly humorous.

If the big oaf was here you'd knock him out, along with Thor for only making it worse with promises of top of the line Asgardian mead.

Natasha had actually tripped, instead of the hot sequence she'd envisioned took place. Your hands quickly caught her by the waist, holding her steady. Her lips crashed into yours, slightly taking you by surprise, you'd expected it as a possibility, but were mortified by the actuality.

"Nat please," you were desperate for space, but her lips pressed to yours without any thought, her tongue sliding over yours hungrily. "This isn't fair," you whimpered into her mouth, hot breaths mixing as the one sided kiss continued.

Tears fell from your eyes, saturating both your cheeks as you settled into the moment. If this would be your only chance to kiss her now that she'd given you no choice, you'd lean into it.

Natasha pulled you from the elevator, shoving you haphazardly through the door of her room. Your body landed on the mattress, hers now on top of yours in a flash, hands roaming beneath your shirt the cause for your abrupt departure.

Natasha whined as you turned your head, forcefully separating her lips from yours as your hands tightly gripped her wrists, shaking your head as you flipped your positions. You hovered over her now instead, looking into her dejected eyes with concern. "You're drunk."

Natasha was drunk, but not as much as before.

Still enough to be out of it, but bold enough to make the moves she never could sober. She wanted you, and knew that even if sober her regretted it, it would only be outwardly. Deep down she'd hold onto the memory with joy.

"I'm fine," she attempted to rebut, "Please."

"We can't," you denied, you loved her too much to take advantage of her like this. But you were also weakened by her pleading gaze, there was no more denying it, she reciprocated your love.

So, in a moment of complete tenderness, you reapplied your lips to hers. Giving her all the love you'd hidden away behind playful flirting, soft embraces and the longing glances you'd send her way from across bustling rooms.

"Please," you whimpered breathlessly, "Forget this happened Natty, I-I can't lose you." You kept up the momentum of the soft kiss, even though you were practically sobbing into it.

"Just forget," you begged more firmly, "It'll be easier that way, we'll be okay, you'll stay..."

You fell asleep clinging to that hope.

But alas it was a fruitless thought.

Natasha remembered. It was an inevitability.

She could never forget her dream coming true.

Plus, she was trained to remember everything.

She flinched away from you, body softly trembling as she remembered the words she bombarded you with, and the accompanied laughter, one's uneasy the other's unaware.

The touches, and their implications. God, had she been in her right mind she would have been begging you to take her. Actually, she'd never have been bold enough, she didn't feel deserving of your tenderness, she knew of your love. She just wished you'd known of hers.

Everything would be easier if you did.

What she remembers most vividly, as in what haunts her most, was your desperate pleading that came with tears, and sniffling to prevent a runny nose; to prevent her from running.

Something you yourself tried to do last night.

She remembers you trying to leave, it's a bit of a blur, but you reluctantly stayed when she begged pitifully in her sleepy, drunken stupor.

Now she's uneasy at the sight of you. You were a beautiful, yet tragic reminder of all that she wanted, but never felt like she had a right to take. But while under the influence she did. And the tricky part is she doesn't regret it.

The longer she stared at you the more inclined she felt to face the mess she made. To stay put. So the redhead inched closer to you, you were magnetizing. She couldn't help but attract.

The fading light of the moon had lit up your face, and her heart ached with a longing for permanence. It also weighed heavily with guilt upon seeing pieces of your hair stuck to the dried tear tracks that stained your cheeks.

Lithe, calloused hands touched you with soft intentions. Rough, but oddly soft fingertips trailed up your cheeks as she moved to cup them. Natasha choked back a sob as to not wake you, her heart just couldn't handle how you melted into her so naturally; perfectly.

Natasha continued to sob semi-openly. The hand that wasn't cradling your face lovingly is covering her mouth, forcing her to minimize output as she must rely on her nose to breathe.

"I'm sorry this is how this went down," she shook her head, but you couldn't see, "I'm so embarrassed baby, I wanted our first kiss to be special. I'd schedule the sprinklers for an odd time under Tony in the system. He's far too easy to hack." —— Natasha set aside a whole afternoon to hack into the geniuses files, after 20 minutes she was in line to get popcorn before going in disguise to see the 'shitty' rom coms she'd always protest watching with you.

She loved them — god did she love you.

More than she'd ever dreamed possible.

Natasha obviously loved your body in a way that transcended lust. The redhead adored your plush thighs. She loved to nap on them, there have been days where she spent the entire day in your room doing just that. However, she never claimed to be a saint, and so, in a devious contradiction she'd always imagined the cellulite divots to be a challenge for her. Meant for her to press her thumb into, just to wind up wrapping her fingers around the malleable area, she'd use her attractive strength to press your thighs up and thrust her strap even deeper into your squelching cunt.

Your walls would quiver around the silicone and you'd cry out for her to stop and keep going all at the same time. Blissfully confused.

God she wanted that, but now she fears she ruined it all by not confessing with her sanity.

"We would've been having a spread of peanut butter sandwiches, grapes and oreos," she paused to catch her breath, she was nervous, your likely hearing this confession on some level. "Then just as I victoriously landed a light green grape into your mouth the sprinklers would shoot out of the grass without even a warning squeak before we'd be jumping up in shock, and quickly deflating as our clothes are officially soaked through. I'd hoped you'd be giggling. Smile as bright as the sun behind you, giving you that perfect angel glow."

You struggled to contain yourself, this crazy idea that Natasha 'the ever so stoic Black Widow' Romanoff had these girlish fantasies of you was amusing, and incredibly endearing.

Your body warmed as she spoke so tenderly.

Natasha sniffled into the sleeve of her hoodie, then a bitter chuckle left her lips. "We would have inched closer as we decided to dance in the metaphorical rain. Then I would have put my hand on your cheek, while my other lands on your waist. Then it would be up to you to ask me to pull you in." Natasha softly sighed.

She went to cradle your face with her free hand, but she lost her balance, shaking the bed and slipping your face from her right hands soft stabilization, right onto her left, your cold, damp lips pursed against the skin of her palm.

Natasha shivered at the delicate touch. Faint memories hitting her, a warmth settling over her pale pink lips, as she choppily remembered bits and pieces of last night in the elevator.

In a shaky whisper, the Russian beauty said: "Then when you sheepishly nodded, or squeaked out an adorable yes I would've pulled you in, and kissed you slow Y/N. Letting you, my precious girl, decide the eventual tempo."

Natasha let her face hover over yours, your breaths softly puffed against her skin as she whispered on about her perfect date. "We'd have probably ran to a dry part of land, likely further in the woods that gave way to shadows. Deep green leaves to gorgeously rival the pear green shaded ones. Then just as you caught your breath I'd rob you of it and push you into an oak tree; where I'd love you if you let me."

Natasha squeaked when you hastily broke the minuscule distance, leaning up to kiss her hard. Confirming her suspicions that you'd been awake the whole time. She was a spy, but so were you, so the usual context clues, like ones breathing patterns, aren't exactly credible.

The kiss was sloppy, full of obvious desperation on both ends. You were so afraid she'd run, but you realize now that you underestimated her.

"You're here," you acknowledged, tears springing to your eyes as you felt overwhelmed by immense happiness. She smiled solemnly. "I'm here to stay moya lyubov'," she promised in a hushed tone, "I won't run, I swear to it."

"You're serious Natty?" Natasha nodded with a grin that was widening at the sight of your face. A stray tear ran down your cheek, but it wasn't sad, it was one of relief, one she understood.

"Yes, I'm not going anywhere, at least not without you by my side." Her entire body warmed as you giggled unabashedly, she'd only booped your nose to emphasize her prior sentiments, in hindsight she saw how it could be deemed childish, but she didn't mind much. Hearing your joy is what manifested her own.

"Soooo," your voice trailed off, anxiety bubbled beneath the surface keeping you choked up.

"Yes," Natasha softly answered your wordless question, her lips pressing to your cheek as she sought to comfort you. "You're mine now." Her lips then pressed to yours. "And I'm yours."

"Please remind me to thank Alexei and Thor."

Natasha laughed, belly aching as her face fell into the crook of your neck. "You ruined it," she groaned against your skin, "the moment was perfect, and you just couldn't let it be."

"I'm known for my anxious responses Nat," you reminded her, "Be sure that's what you.." Natasha shushed you with a finger over your lips, pulling back from your neck she glared down at you without heat. "Don't you dare finish that sentence. I'm locked in baby girl."

Natasha smiled when your body melted into her mattress, it was as if her words unlocked the remainder of the tension in your body.

The moment was once again perfect, she leaned back down to slowly kiss you, her tongue was seconds away from entering your mouth until she was startled. The sounds going off in your stomach were reminiscent of hectic war times, it sent her head flying backwards in shock. "When did you eat last Y/N?"

You sheepishly laughed, "I think lunch."

Natasha gasped before immediately leaving you alone on her bed, she removed her phone from its charging dock then wordlessly slipped into her bathroom. You were confused, sure, but you knew there was likely a reason for her reaction. (She cared about you very much.)

"Okay, so I ordered breakfast from that diner up the street that you love," Natasha began to ramble methodically, "Today is a lazy day, I have deemed it as such so Steve was already told to fuck off, and to stay away from you."

Natasha's next set of words died on her tongue, you'd moved to sit up now, and under the light of the sun she noticed you were in her clothes.

An old, tattered Green Day T-shirt that she stole from Clint, and a pair of panties hidden beneath the length. She wondered what color.

"Natty?" The woman looked to you in a daze, but she quickly shook out of it at the sight of your extended hand. She accepted it with ease and you pulled her into your lap, the cold skin of your thigh pressed into the warmth of her own and she shuddered softly. Her viridescent eyes fluttered open to find your gentle smile waiting, and she could only think about kissing you, she'd pretend it was for the first time.

You sighed heavily, an indication of nerves, and she worried you'd changed your mind. But then you speak and everything settles, "I know it's a bit soon, but I hope you understand that I love you," you smile as you speak, "I've loved you for years, and I want to put it all out there."

"I think that it's actually a bit late," Natasha acknowledges with a teasing smirk, "We've been idiots for long enough Y/N. No more."

You shook your head in emphasis, "No more." Natasha mirrors your goofy smile as you cup her face, thumb stroking over the raised apple of her cheek just before you're pulling her in for a kiss that leaves you both feeling restless.

Natasha had moved to straddle your closed thighs, her arms lazily wrapped around your neck as she let you devour her mouth whole. There was a natural flow established, the redhead ground her hips down into you as burning arousal coursed through her veins. It seemed promiscuously promising even, especially with how she whimpered into your mouth shamelessly. Then the moment was over as Friday boomed through her speakers.

“Attention Agent Romanoff, your breakfast has arrived, and Mr. Stark refuses to send anyone upstairs in fear of a traumatic encounter.”

Natasha growls against your lips, “Pretentious fucking twat is asking for an ass whooping.”

You giggled, “Is he wrong Natty?” Natasha shrugged, her lips were pursed thoughtfully as she silently noted your compromised position.

“I mean,” you paused, pushing her even closer via the hand you had on her back, the one that was barely above her ass. “I wouldn’t exactly mind having you for my breakfast.”

Natasha smirked, her plump lips now ghosting over yours, and only brushing yours lightly. “Nice try detka,” she whispered, her lips found yours again, but in a much softer kiss that she controlled this time. “I don’t want to rush,” she timidly admitted, “We have time, and I want to take you out to dinner before serving dessert.”

The redhead winked as she left the room, you fell back against the mattress with a huff, she always was such a tease. Even in friendship. You loved her in spite of that, and as the lust faded you felt your mind reach the same place.

Meanwhile, in the elevator, Natasha was smiling like an idiot as she leaned her warm body into the cold metal. Her fingers brushed over her lips, they were burning with memory’s of yours and her heart fluttered in her chest.

When she returned to find you snoring softly she couldn’t help but to shake her head in amusement. Warmth overtook her body as she imagined this becoming a more familiar sight.

Natasha vowed to spend the rest of her life chasing down the sweet moments like these with you. Nothing in this world would ever mean as much to the woman as you do.

At least that's what she believed, until the day she first held your son in her arms, she swears she actually felt her heart doubling in size.

Everything made sense to her now, her heart at genuine ease for the first time in her entire life.

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3,168 Words

❤️ Kaitlyn 🥺

If you’re feeling angsty, here, have a bonus ending: Then it shattered, as yours flatlined...

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-🍓 Character(s): Beam

-🍓 Type of reader: M!Reader

-🍓 Category: SFW

-🍓 Warning(s): None

-🍓 Idea from: @jkloserdazai

-🍓 Edited: ❌

You have the worst habit of repeating what others would say, if someone were to say “Bam!” you would also end up saying “Bam!” but slightly more expressive.

Because of that people thought you were just stupid, but you never cared about that.

Besides that, you were able to communicate with little head nods or shakes and an X with your fingers, hands, or arms depending on the situation. Same thing with the mimicking.

You were currently just walking to just walk till you heard the sound of a painful groan coming from down an alleyway. You knew not to do things like this, but they soundly like they were really in pain and who knows you just might get an award for being a helping hand to someone.

You skipped down the alleyway, your eyes slowly adjusting to the dark as the groans became louder. Stopping in your tracks you slowly looked up at a devil that was badly injured.

You reached for your side but halted when realizing you didn’t have your weapon. “Blood..” The devil groaned as it sniffed the air and its eyes landed on you, not even hesitating to try and attack you.

You quickly closed your eyes till you felt arms holding you up making you open them again seeing another devil with a shark head chomping the other devil's head off. The shark devil.

“Saved saved saved!!” He would exclaim as he ran off with you bridal style.

“Saved saved saved!!” You repeated, throwing your arms up into the air with a big smile. Beam would stare at you awe-struck, you were the most beautiful man, besides Denji, whom he’s ever seen before.

His cheeks were covered in a light pink hue before he turned his head forward and continued to run back to the public safety devils hunters place psdh for short. “Safe!” Beam exclaimed in front of everyone, you still in his arms.

“Safe!” “Where’d you go?” Denji asked you as Beam placed you down. “Beam saved him Master Chainsaw!” Beam said with a proud grin. You nodded your head quickly. “Thank you,” Aki said, randomly appearing out of nowhere.

“Thank you.” You said and faced Beam whose face exploded into a blush. He nodded his head and quickly went into the walls like it was water. “You wanna have some cake?” Denji asked as he nibbled on his fork. Your face had light up.

“I think Beam likes someone other than you Denji, he was even flustered by Y/n repeating what I said,” Aki said as he took a sip of beer. “Isn’t that right, Beam?” “Yes!” Beam shouted after popping his head out from under the floors making you jump.

“Don’t worry, that’s a part of his power.” Denji said as he watched Beam ‘swim’ over to you with a soft smile. “Prettyyy..” Beam said as he ogled over you. “Prettyyy..” You repeated and began to poke at his cheek and play with his face which he didn’t mind.

“Eww!!” Power exclaimed and stuck her tongue out. “You both would make a nice couple.” Angel Devil said as he watched the two of you interact. You quickly made an X with your index fingers as you quickly shook your head, flustered.

Beam had turned into a tomato but wasn’t upset by the thought of dating you.

-🍓tags: @reallyromealone @secretivemessenger @lostsomewhereinthegarden

[fujii-draws]

Just found and read your chatot rant and I'm curious. How would you rewrite him to be a more understandable/likable character?

Anon you are the light at the end of the tunnel.

I wouldn’t change a whole lot about him. Personality wise I think he’s funny/well-rounded. It’s more of how many times they made him do needlessly cruel stuff to h/p that’s never addressed again.

I say, let Apple woods stay the same. Like I said before in my rant, I enjoyed the conflict there. My problem only stems from the fact that??? He doesn’t have any real reason to distrust them???

Give him a reason. Show that h/p were fucking up a lot of jobs when they first joined the guild- and chatot (begrudgingly) took their excuses because they’re new. And he gives them a lot of chances despite his callous demeanor.

THEN, let the incident in Apple woods be the moment where he finally decides those two had enough second chances. And doesn’t hear them out. And other than that I’m alright w/ chapter 6.

NOW… CHAPTER 17…

Ughhhhh man. I already made my grievances known with this chapter but I genuinely hated how they handled chatot here. Will start off by saying (again), I LIKE that he’s distrustful about majority of what partner said. The future, Grovyle being good, The “magical hidden land”, etc. IT MAKES SENSE LMAO. ITS SO OUT THERE.

What pissed me off was how he immediately tried to play off that he trusted them the whoooole time. And it’s called out as a JOKE. And never addressed again. I’d do either 2 things here.

1. Let Chatot actually test the guild’s trust in h/p.

Do you know how awesome it would’ve been to have him IMPROVE from Apple woods? Have the entire guild that once had your back— now distrusting our main duo? And have CHATOT be the one to actually stand up for them there???? And HE be the one to point out Dusknoir grabbed those two in broad daylight? (Further emphasizing him as Wigglytuff’s right hand man(bird) and how much more competent he is than his pink leader? LIKE MAN THAT WOULDVE INSTANTLY REKINDLED MY LOVE FOR HIM. But what we got in main game was so much more disappointing.

2. Chatot doubling down on what he said.

Okay this MAY sound weird but hear me out. Having chatot still be distrustful until Brine cave would’ve, in my opinion, also been EONS better than him going “oh lol I trust them hehehe!!!!! I’m so silly!!!!” <<(accused two Pokémon they lied about the traumatic ass experience they went through.)

Have him still not trust a word they said. And that in turn comes with some actual consequence. (Like Wigglytuff being upset/disappointed in him and it driving a wedge between the two until Brine cave) Have him suffer some kind of consequence. Not some off screen rant he had w/ Team skull. Not some random sacrifice that’s disconnected with the stuff he done. A consequence that actually makes him realize “wait am i being an ass” before he continues to double down.

(I’m a sucker for characters doing bad things as long as they get consequences or try to make up for it.) (doesn’t have to be both at the same time.)

AAAND THATS PRETTYYY MUCH IT! I love Post-Game chatot a whole bunch and If I’m being honest???? I still like Chatot when he’s not being a colossal jackass.

I love that he’s stressed and snippy. I love that he’s trying his damn hardest to keep the guild running. I love that when h/p fail the graduation fight— he’s the one smiling towards them like a little shit. I love that he regards h/p in a positive light and acknowledges the good they did for the guild in the rare few moments he’s being honest with them.

It’s why I liked him at the start and near the end. The middle was just waaay too rocky for me. But on my replay of the game I’ll try to keep an open mind for the bird. I wanna give him a chance.

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imagine malak and nevan sleep in the same bed cause adrastus and darius think it’s adorable like cats sleeping together plus nevan gets to be held by a giant teddy bear.

it’s also when their enthrallments become a bit weaker so malak, after getting comfortable with nevan, tries to mumble in response to nevan’s quiet whispers. like cousins during a sleepover if you will

WOHEO Masterlist

This was to cute… they love each other so much :3 Not my best work but I’m posting it anyways

cw: conditioned/brainwashed whumpees, nightmare, implied forced amnesia/memory loss

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“Goodnight, loves.”

Adrastus hummed quietly, planting a calming peck to each thrall’s forehead. They lifted the pile of a thick duvet up to each man’s neck, tucking both in for sleep and coating them in a simple weight of drowsy warmth.

Malak purred into the back of Nevan’s head as the vampire did so, pulling the smaller man in a tighter embrace and snuggling close.

“Love… love you, Master.” Nevan mumbled, falling deeply into his plush pillow.

Adrastus grinned, stroking down his supple cheek and stirring bliss through his mind. “Aw, I love you too, sweet.” They cooed, giving both thralls a content pat on the head, sending each deepening further into their cushions. “Me and master Darius will be right downstairs, and we’ll be in before the sun is up.” 

Nevan buzzed faintly in reply, eyelids threatening to drop. Both thralls were still trailing off from a disorienting high of euphoria, gifted from another extraordinary and mind reeling feeding. Nevan’s bite marks were still throbbing with a pleasurable pulse from underneath the skin, continuing to cloud his mind.

His ears picked up the shuffle of the vampire’s socks to the fuzzy rug as they exited the room to return to their partner. The light switch was flipped with a quick click, turning off the last lit lamp and leaving only a small night light to illuminate the room.

Nevan huffed a deep breath with a satisfied smile. He liked sleeping with Malak. Really liked it. 

The two shared a large, fluffy mattress placed right beside the frame of their masters’ bed, and Nevan relished in such delightful softness. He adored the pleasant warmth of a body holding his, listening to the faint push and pull of Malak’s breath as they both drifted to sleep, and the sweet comfort that accompanied his presence. It was almost strange.

A good strange.

Familiar strange.

Which, of course, was strange that such a situation could ever be familiar. He couldn’t recall ever having slept beside someone other than Malak. 

Darius had never gone close to doing so much as hugging him, so it was surely out of the question that he would be the source of familiarity. Adrastus wouldn’t have either. Who had done so, then, before Malak? Why was the answer sitting on the tip of his tongue, yet still too far to reach?

Malak sighed thickly, right into the back of Nevan’s head and thus his freshly washed hair, unknowingly stealing him away from confusing thoughts. “Good… good… goooddd…” he slurred, smiling as long strands of hair fell over and tickled his cheeks. “Prettyyy…” Lazily, his thick fingers twirled through soft, shiny locks.

Flushing from kind words, Nevan’s chest pooled with flattered fervor. “Your… your hair, um, is…” he struggled, mind clouding with the call of sleep. “You're pretty… Malak. So pretty.” He nuzzled his face into the fluff of a blanket, muffling his speech.

The man cradling him held an ever widening dozy grin that just beamed bigger from the returned praise. “Pretty… prettyyyy…” Malak parroted, not a single thought in his mind to even think as to what was spilling from his lips. 

Nevan was incredibly happy to hear the man speak, ears melted by his lulling voice. With the vampires leaving the two alone more and more often in favor of spending time with just one another, and without Adrastus constantly hovering, their heads were just the tiniest bit clearer. It was especially noticeable when Malak was presenting a smidge more coherently.

“Mmm… umngh… umm… tir…” Malak groaned into Nevan’s ear, lashes fluttering to the other man’s supple skin. “Tire… d…”

“Tired…?” Nevan giggled in a whisper. “Of, of course you are. It’s bed time… and Master made us all… all sleepy…” he trailed off into a wide yawn, one that strained his jaw and left him even further relaxed.

Malak eagerly copied, yawning wide and loud right into Nevan’s ear. “Sleep… sleepyyy…”

“Even… um, even if you’re so tired… you’re… you’re talking a lot… now…” Their eyes met, soft and deep, as Nevan’s voice lowered into a whisper. His lips parted, turning up into a toothy smile. “I like it.”

Beaming, Malak pulled the smaller man closer, holding him similar to how one would a body pillow. With Malak’s chin rested atop his head and arms clasped around him, Nevan was quick to lean right in. 

“I, I, I love it when you talk. Lovvvee… it.” Nevan stuttered.

“L… lovvvve…” Malak stumbled over his words, his brain blurring them together. “Nev… Nevvv… Nevan…”

Pressing his chill, slender hands to Malak’s chest, the other thrall continued melting into the plush cushioning that enveloped them “I, I love you. I love you.”

G’night, Nevan. Love you.

He yelped, squeaky and loud, twitching as a seer of hot pain beat over his mind. 

He only ever felt such a specific type of ache when his stupid head decided to be bad, and let a memory slip out of the blockade his master had so delicately placed in his mind. 

For a second Malak moved off of him, puzzled by his outburst. “Mmngh…?”

“Hurt! Hurt…!” His breath was shaky and uneven, head spinning under the nauseating pound of hurt. He gripped his head urgently, fingernails burrowing into the sides of his skull, attempting to shake the thoughts out. “Forget, forget…” He needed to forget. 

Why then? What had he done to deserve the pain that came with breaking the rules? He hadn’t meant to remember. He didn’t want to. He never did.

Forget, forget, forget.

Malak tugged him tighter again, distracting him just enough to subside the throb. Soon enough his breath evened, turning deep and full as he focused only on the heat of the other man’s fingers over his flesh. He was pushing the memory back to the depths of his mind. Right where it belonged. “‘M, ‘m okay… I’m okay. I’m okay.”

He eagerly allowed the memory to slip away, so he could be happy again. So he could be a good boy. Good boys were happy boys, weren’t they? And good boys forgot.

“Shhh… shhh…sleepyy… slee… sleep… sleepyyy…” Malak coaxed, and Nevan weakly giggled as he flopped a hand over the smaller man’s face, almost in an attempt to mimic their vampire masters’ methods of soothing the thralls. “Shhh…”

“Oh, okay, Malak. I’ll be… nice and… nice and sleepy…” Mouth widening in yet another large and pleasurable yawn, Nevan melted further into Malak, eyelids coming to a close and their master’s spell getting the better of the two. 

Good. Sleep was good. Nevan was a good boy.

…

“Mom, mommy! Momm… mommy! Momma!” 

Helpless wails erupted, striking through the bedroom filled with the silence of sleeping bodies. Malak thrashed arduously under the confines of bedding, flesh sticky with a pool of distraught sweat.  “Mommy… mom…!”

Nevan’s previously dead asleep eyes peaked open, prompted by fearful cries and movement. “Ma…lak?” 

The other man strangled a whine, crackling deep and raw in his throat. Thick tears filled his glassy eyes, pricking and threatening to spill. “Mmngh! Mom… ma…! Mommy!”

Finally perking up, the beat of Nevan’s heart picked up pace. “Are… are you… something… wrong?” He croaked, thick drool slipping off his chin, struggling with weak muscles to flip over in view of the man in distress.

“Bad… bad! Momma..!”

Adrastus groaned from up in the lavish bed, hair sprawled over the edge and rubbing across their eyes with a feeble fist. “Malak… what’s wrong…?”

He whined again, voice losing momentum as it trailed into a pathetic hiccup, his fists tightly curled around his blanket, holding it close as if for safety. “Nnngh… nnn… nnnight… bad, badd… nngh…” A bead of globby sweat trickled from his forehead, moisture sticking curls to his sickly skin. “Momma…”

“Oh… dear,” Ever so slowly the vampire pushed themself up, back slumping against their plush pillow. “Another nightmare? I thought… I thought we got you over those.” Their voice dripped with drowning exhaustion.

Malak’s lips quivered, hands gripping his arms in the attempt to embrace himself. “Bad, bad… bad…” he whimpered, strained and frail. Nevan, with dizzied and out of sorts vision, lifted an outstretched hand to brush a stray tear from Malak’s slick cheek.

From the other, out of view edge of the mattress, Darius groaned in deep irritation, and with obvious annoyance flipped a pillow over his face to shield himself from the sound of the thrall’s distress.

Adrastus sighed. “It’s alright darling, Master’s here. Everything is fine.” With heavy muscles and a lolling head they pushed themself to a sitting position, sagging against the dark, wooden headboard. “Climb onto the bed, why don’t you. C’mon, up.” They patted their lap, calling their thrall.

Nevan couldn’t help but frown when his palm slipped from Malak’s cheek as he left for his master.

It took a minute for Malak to crawl his way onto the bed with weary limbs, accompanied by little whimpers and sniffles, but he managed. Huddling into a heap over their blanket coated legs, Adrastus sleepily sifted through his curls, whispering sweet nothings like they always did.

Nevan understood why Malak needed his master. Why he required a comfort that Nevan couldn’t give, one that would swiftly quiet his mind and allow him to be good again. He knew he wasn’t as significant. 

How could he ever be?

Though, he couldn’t ignore the fact he already missed the heat of Malak’s warm body holding his, and the audible drum of his beating heart heard through his chest.

He brushed his palm over the tussled spot beside him, soaking in the last bit of warmth left behind to soon turn cold once again. The thought hurt, tensing in his belly and the back of his fizzy brain. Nevan scrunched his face, burying it back into the pillow behind him. 

Wrapping his arms around himself, fingers gripped however far they would go, he imitated the embrace Malak had given him moments prior.

Good enough.

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[kimtaegis]

gifmaker / cc wrapped ✦ every month of 2023

thank you so much to my favourites @raplinenthusiasts, @jkvjimin, @starcatching, @cordiallyfuturedwight, @sevencoloredstar, @rjshope, @hyunsung, @loversmore & @ye-xiu for wanting me to look back at my creations from last year, I love you!!

January 🌙 most popular: fluffy haired jungkook comp 🤍 my favourite: jimin x satellite gfx for my sweet mona; one of my most favourite things I've ever created, actually! I love how the textures turned out, and how I visualised the lyrics

February 🌙 most popular: yoongi-centric ot7 comp (😔😔😔) 🤍 my favourite: gradient taekook comp; the PLANNING that went into this agdhhj I was super proud of how this looked in the end! plus I love making gifts for others &lt;3

March 🌙 most popular: yoongi's signature smirk comp 🤍 my favourite: jimin FACE gfx; I don't even know what had gotten into me, I made that so comparably fast?? I was just obsessed with the water theme and the new effects I used - the fact that I made a moving water reflection? hell yeah

April 🌙 most popular: Road to D-Day comp (my most popular from this whole year, actually) 🤍 my favourite: gradient jimin FACE era comp; probably my favourite set from this whole year, I'm beyond proud of how this looks, so vibrant and prettyyy lmao also Jimin and FACE were definitely the highlight of my year, I was so happy while making this)

May 🌙 most popular: jinminkook comp 🤍 my favourite: I love all three comps I made that month, but I think it's still gonna be awi's birthday jimin gfx, simply because I love her so much and the middle panel had my back in PAIN lmao, I love animating doodles even if it's a lot of work

June 🌙 most popular: the tannies being bad at sports comp 🤍 my favourite: they connect to 7G comp; unfortunately I had no ideas for a festa post this year, but I still made these two sets to celebrate them a little bit. I just love comps that have me smiling the whole time while making them!

July 🌙 most popular: jctpmwsmlastilmmtu pt. 1 (mimi series) 🤍 my favourite: yeah it's this one too :((( I love jimin so much y'all and that comp series is so self-indulgent and comforting and healing it literally. makes. me. tear. up. just look at him oh my god

August 🌙 most popular: jungkook for calvin klein 🤍 my favourite: yoongi's final concert; broke my heart into a million pieces, but his smiles glued it somewhat back together. I will forever be sad and miserable about this tour so let's not talk about it

September 🌙 most popular: jctpmwsmlastilmmtu pt. 2 (mimi series) 🤍 my favourite: ...yeah that one again :( but I also made so many nice taehyung layover gifs &lt;33

October 🌙 most popular: the tannies sweeping yoongi off his feet comp, but the threemin suchwita comp literally just has one note less lol 🤍 my favourite: that one's tough... it was mimi month and so much good stuff got released + vicnic... ah I'll just go with blond jimin in his fluffy green sweater 💚

November 🌙 most popular: my sweet boiled dumpling pouty yoongi :((( 🤍 my favourite: the sweet boiled dumpling running excitingly; it was missing yoongi and the tannies month (still ongoing)

December 🌙 most popular: jimin backstage in his purple Filter outfit (while y'all saw the gender demon I saw my slayful colouring...and the gender demon) 🤍 my favourite: moon/ the astronaut seokjin gfx for my love kayla; it was nice to make an edit without time pressure for once, and I love the references I put in, also the colours and textures!

I'm tagging @avizou, @agustd3, @magicshop, @dasisugarun, @jung-koook, @jinstronaut and @taetheists, have fun!! 🤍

[aakaneeee]

✮⋆˙beside you feels so right˙⋆✮

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 featuring! dan heng and gn! reader

words: over 5k

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 contents! fluff, slight hurt/comfort

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 warnings! spoilers of Dan Hengs past

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 songs I recommend for this fic:

❀rises the moon

❀sweather weather

❀the other side of the Paradise

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 akane's thoughts: omg akane made a long fic?!?! unbelievable.. all jokes aside, I think this came out prettyyy cute! Dan heng is such a softie bro someone give him a hug. (how are the two men I like most polar opposites?? talking about Dan Heng and Luka from ALNST)

the tea you wanted to drink already went cold, steam no longer rising from the green, transparent liquid. you circled around the painfully empty room of yours. you joined the Astral Express Crew only recently, not enough time passed for you to decorate the place you received, but definetly enough to get attached to everyone. especially a certain someone.

you got a text, a horrid one, short yet to the point: enough to make your stomach churn. "the mission took an unpredictable turn. a bad one. we might come back later than anticipated."

Dan Heng was always a dry texter. That wasn't what made you so worried. But the Xianshou Luofu was a dangerous place. There were mara-struck people, who knows what kind of 'companions' and you knew well they would have to do dangerous stuff, like they always did. They came back with scars more often than not and it made you sick.. because Dan Heng would never admit something went bad.. You knew it was worse than what he said.

So, now he is a dragon? long, dark hair with turquoise ends stayed smoothly on broad, bare shoulders. Greenish blue eyes that almost seemd to pierce trought you. Teal, translucent horns.

It was Dan Heng, but it also wasn't.

"this might be unexpected for you. I was quite.. worried to come back to the Express. to you..." a pause. "And Himeko, and Pom Pom." He never repeated the same word again and again in the same phrase, it was obvious he was nervous.

"there's no need to be. sure.. this is a lot to take in and process. But it would never change what I think about you. You're still the Dan Heng I know." You smile awkwardly, trying to make him feel better, to an extent where you weren't sure if what you were saying was okay. "And I know you had a reason to hide that from us. I understand you." Did you really?

"Thats good to know." He nodded slightly, a pink, rosey shade brushed on his cheeks, almost barely noticeable. "I'll just.." he sighed, something he did oftenly, for many reasons too. "I'll go to my room..."

The moment just turned even more awkward than it was before, which was a hard to achieve point. Both of your gazes were averted to the side.

"Okay..  I'll..  see you?" You respond.

He simply nods before turning away and going right, back to his own cabin. You closed the door, leaning against it and sighing, just like he would have done. It was a gruesome experience, one that would swim back to the surface before falling asleep. You try to calm yourself down, and tell yourself it was all okay, even though you knew it wasn't.

02:37 AM

Turning again and again in one's bed seems to not work. You get up, sighing just like Dan Heng would, and stretch. Your eyes were drooping sleepily, unkempt hair falling on your shoulders. Your baggy pajama was not staying right, but it didn't matter that much. Your foggy mind couldn't forget what happened between you and the one you got way too attached for your own good. You were a bit frustrated he kept all that under the rug, even for you, and made you feel a little upset, even though you understood his reasoning. Sliding your door open, you stepped out, pacing quietly until you are in the lobby.

Cooking yourself some simple Diet fried rice, you sit down at one of the tables and stare at it, waiting for it to cool down. Atleast if you focused on the white grains of rice, then thoughts wouldn't lurk as much.

Not even Pom Pom walked around the empty halls of the Express. It was all peaceful and tranquil, optimal for watching the stars and the beautiful constellations they create. And yet, even with a breathtaking scenery before you, you still felt oddly.. empty. Like a certain something ended way too soon. Like something finished abruptly even though you could've stopped it. You couldnt help but imagine that he didn't see you the same way, even though he was the one that changed. Perhaps it's because you stared, pure shock on your face. Or perhaps he just felt guilty for not telling you, and wants to distance himself. That sounds like something Dan Heng would do. And yet, you still felt like it was somehow your fault.

You take a mouthful of the food you made, and even though it was nothing special or that good, it was enough for such a late time. You felt like the only thing that wasn't enough right now, was you. You wanted to apologize for staring and tell him how much you like him, maybe even be honest and say the truth, that it was in a more-than-friends way. It would be awkward. A relationship would never happen between you two. You couldn't pin point if he felt the same or not, but it didn't change much. A relationship on the Express would be a nuisance. You know that teasing wouldn't even be the worst part, but rather, the fact that you would worry more than needed, and the whole system would be deregulated, just because of mutual romantic feelings.

And so the bowl emptied.

Walking slowly to your room, you stumble on your own steps, even the Universe wanting to tell you 'go and apologize!'. You stop in front of his cabin, reluctantly hold your hand up, but before knocking, you pull it back. Your hesistance continues for a few seconds that felt like the whole world stopped in place, but then you finally do it. Knock once. Twice. Shortly, almost intentionally made to not be heard so you could tell yourself that you tried and calm down, atleast a little bit.

To your dismay, or happiness, because you weren't really sure at this point, the door slides open. A sleepy version of the normal Dan Heng you know stands behind it, looking at you.

"Did you need something?"

Your gaze averted to the side.

"No. I just wanted company, and you're the only one that stays awake this late." A white lie and you know it. It's not company you wanted.

"come in, then." He replies after a short pause that yet again felt like an eternity.

This felt even worse, and it was almost pressing on you, like a glass wall. You enter the archives room after the taller man. The bed was not made, like usual, but now the scenario seemed to be more like: "he just got up to open the door because he is too nice to not do it". It all smelled vaguely of a bitter kind of tea, but it's was so subtle you didn't manage to pick up what tea exactly. Something close to green tea, you concluded. Small lights from the multiple devices scattered around the makeshift room flickered, and they were the only things that didn't leave the whole place in complete darkness.

Your gaze went back to Dan Heng, who stretched his neck and arms, then sat down, looking at you intently.

"so, what are you doing up so.. late. or early, perhaps." He asked you, voice a little different than usual. Maybe because you woke the poor guy up at an unholy hour of the night, but it was deeper and somewhat raspier.

"i couldn't really sleep. thoughts were clouding my mind and dragging all kinds of tiredness from me."

"what kind of thoughts?"

He asked that because he cared, or because he knew the feeling too well. He usually was very focused on the topic of discussions, but many times you caught him zoning out, eyebrows furrowed as he seemed lost in deep thought.

For a bit, you were reluctant to tell him the truth. It probably was very weird, and sudden, even a bit saddening. You didn't want to ruin his mood, but you were already there.. and it felt only right for him to know.

"I am so sorry for staring earlier." You start, voice cracking slightly. "I didn't want to make you feel bad, like I probably did. I know it must've been hard to keep something so upsetting like this and my reaction wasn't good. I deeply apologize.. I guess I just stared because I thought you were beautiful, and didn't realize I made you uncomfortable-" Wait. Rewind that.

The always so neutral Dan Heng looked at you with slightly widened eyes, a pale rosy tint on his cheeks.

"I just made it worse didn't I-"

"No. No, you didn't." He interrupted you, maybe a bit too eagerly for it to sound like he didn't enjoy the compliment. He sighs, something he did very oftenly, trying to find the right words.

"You are right, it was hard for me to keep all of that away from everyone. I felt bad for doing so. And I did get quite worried that you didn't..  see me as the same Dan Heng you know. But I never blamed you. I get it, it's weird for someone to come back and look like someone else-"

"No! It's not weird- You aren't weird." It was your turn to stop him a little too eagerly. "Youre an amazing person and everyone knows that. Especially me.. well, I think. The others probably know you better than I do.. but I'd like to know more about you. So, so much more."

"You do."

"I do."

You two looked at eachother for a second, not breaking eye contact. In the middle of the day, you were sure you both wouldn't have that kind of courage. But at about 4 AM, I guess even your brains turned into mush. A guilty one too, it seems.

"With what would you like to start, then?" He broke the silence with a more than bold statement, as you saw it.

"What?"

"With what would you like to start? You said you wanted to know me better. Then what would you like to know?"

"Oh, there are a lot of things, I can't just pick one..." "Then I'll start. I'm Dan Heng, and..." he pauses, clearing his throat as if trying to gain courage, his cheeks turning darker than rosy. "..and I like you."

Seeing your shocked expression, he tried his best to suppress a smile. "I mean it." Even though the words came out a little stuttered, they still, in fact, impressed you.

"Dan heng, I.. dont even know what to say..

"If you dont feel the same it's okay."

"No, I mea-"

"And even if you do but are not ready for a relationship, it's also okay."

"I wanted t-"

"And if you won't want to ever talk again I-"

"Dan Heng!" You interrupted him, your tone slightly amused. You never knew he could talk so much. "I like you too."

His eyes widened as he opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it as if nothing came out. You lean in to give him a kiss on the forehead, to which he responds by gently cupping your face and kissing you. All living beings froze around you, and all the air seemed to have gotten stuck in your lungs. It felt like your lips were meant to be there. Like life can finally continue because two halves found eachother again.

When you had to pull away for air, you smiled, he smiled. The course of life started again. Flowers were blooming, the Sun was shining. All leaves were green again, or atleast that's how it felt for both of you. And why stop nature? If it's fueled by kisses, then don't mind if you do.

It never felt so right to be next to someone. It never was so amazing to know you are loved and cared for, however you might look. Not all halves match perfectly, but you two do. And that's why being beside you feels so right.

[articskele]

Buttermilk Daydreams breakfast scene my beloved -u-

Artic's in a flowy skirt that day so it fwooshes around anytime she twirls and it’s just so prettyyy

Her struggling to open one of those little containers of blueberries- And then she opens it with too much force and they almost go spilling everywhere aksdjf

Notice how there isn’t a sink in the cottage! Probably bc it’s meant to be portable, with that pop-up feel to it. So, I picture her rinsing then in a strainer in the river!

She does that thing where you flick the strainer to toss the berries, but a hummingfish jumps out of the water to eat one like that scene in the 72 version!

The Onceler trying to sneak a lick of the batter as Artic’s mixing the blueberries in- She pushes him away, but then stares at the batter like she’s considering it too-

Him having to repeatedly puuuush a barbaloot away from the stove- Pffft where’s that one meme of a cat stretching trying to reach the stove but the pan is empty like “she insists that grease and nothing is her favorite”

Artic goes up to a swomee swan, doing a little gesture meant to look like she’s taking a hat off and putting it back on in greetings like “hello miss!” and asking for an egg

Her and the Onceler getting ready to cook said egg and it’s so big that she has to hit it with the back of a knife and then quickly crack it open over the pan

Just them existing in the same space and they work so well together and when they move about the kitchen it almost looks like they’re dancing <3

Grabbing the truffula fruit syrup, popping the lid off with one hand and catching it in the other and just the shot of drizzling it on and the way it turns this red-pink in the sunlight and awawbabwbawaaa -u-

I’m thinking the big ol swomee swan egg is sunny side up but cut in half for each of em, and two big ol stacks of blueberry pancakes to reward their efforts!

And then Pipsqueak got into the empty bowl of batter while they weren’t looking like that image of the kitten eating dragonfruit ksjfds

[dannystheone]

Completing The Job! (Bee Ler/ Deckard Lee)

Hey guys! I don’t know if anyone is in this fandom in the tickling community so this just might be for me, but I had a cute idea for this show and I wanted to write it :) For anyone who doesn’t know this show, this is Bee and Puppycat! You can find the show on youtube for free or on netflix :>

No warnings, no 18+ 

Bee is out of cash and invites Deckard to an assignment filled with tickling! 

I hope you all enjoy! 

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 “This week on ‘Pretty Patrick Lunchtime’, Pretty Patrick will be debuting his brand new deluxe lunchbox, complete with insulated compartments, internal snack pockets, adjustable straps, and featuring Pretty Patrick’s logo on the face of this limited edition lunchbox. Tune in to today’s show to join Pretty Patrick in discussing the lunch of the day and what he recommends for the first lunch to carry in your new limited edition lunchbox-” 

 A girl wearing an oversized Pretty Patrick t-shirt pressed her face up against the illuminated TV; her forehead pressed against the screen with stars in her eyes. 

 “I need that lunchbox.” Her face slid off the TV as she landed on her back on the floor of her living room. A jingling sound walked up to the girl, Bee. The jingling sound was her pet, Puppycat. Puppycat craned his neck looking down at Bee.

 “Adoot come-come com-pladd? (What’s wrong?)” Puppycat spoke in a language only Bee could understand. Bee picked up the cat and held him up to the ceiling. Puppycat’s feet dangled in the air. 

 “I need the Pretty Patrick lunchbox. I neeeed it! Huph...but we’re broke.” Puppycat started to squirm in Bee’s hold. 

 “Prettyyy Patriiick! Ham-ham son wee! (I would do anything for him!)” Puppycat squealed in his high-pitched voice. Bee hummed excitedly as she bat Puppycat’s bell collar, and conjured a pink letter from the bell. Bee began to respond to Puppycat when there was suddenly knocking at the door. The two craned their necks up to see a boy walking in through the door. A light-skinned boy spotted Bee and Puppycat on the floor. 

  “Oh- Uh, sorry, Bee. I wanted to bring you this lava lamp- lava- lasagna- I made. It’s still warm.” The boy, Deckard, blinked his heterochromatic eyes. He closed the door behind him as Bee set Puppycat down and popped off the floor. 

 “Ooh, a lunch for my lunchbox! Thanks, Deckard!” Bee ran up to Deckard and scooped the pan of lasagna from his hands.

“Lunchbox? I didn’t know you had one.” Deckard scratched the back of his neck as Bee filled her mouth with yummy lasagna. 

 “Mmm- I don’t have one yet- mmph- but I’m gonna soon.” Bee said in-between bites. 

 Bee had a sudden idea just as Deckard was turning towards the door. 

 “Well, I should probably get back to Cass, I have to clean the kitchen-” Deckard looked down to where Bee had slapped her hand around his wrist. 

 “Deckard, you should come with me to my temp job! It’ll be fun!” Bee set her lasagna down on the table as Deckard had a nervous expression. 

 “Oh uh- I’m not sure if I can-” 

 “Too late!” Bee produced her pink letter and slapped the face of it, transporting the two into Fishbowl Space. Deckard floated upside down with his feet over his head. 

 “Wha! Bee- my slipper’s gonna fall!” Bee looked over calmly to Deckard, her hair trailing behind her as they floated down gracefully from the portal in her living room. She reached up a hand to grab Deckard’s slipper. 

 “Pfft- silly. Slippers don’t fall in space.” She slid Deckard’s slipper on for him, and gave him a sneaky scritch near his heel. Deckard kicked as they appeared infront of Temp Bot. 

 “Temp Bot! We need a job, quickly! Pleeeeeease! Anything you got!” Bee pleaded, Temp Bot’s eyes scanning over the two. 

 “Well a ‘hello’ would be nice, first. But, I do have a job for you. The Bun people on Rabbitoba have been feeling sad lately. It’ll be your job to cheer them up! When you’re successful, you’ll be paid. Stand still for uniform assignment.” Temp bot made two outfits materialize on Bee and Deckard. The two wore matching outfits of white clothes covered in a pattern of different smiling faces. 

 “Oooh my god my boots are smiling!! The mission shouldn’t be too hard! Come on, Deckard.” Bee fell into Temp Bot’s mouth with a nervous Deckard trailing behind her. 

 “Uh, Bee? I really have to get back to- mmph-” Deckard walked face-first into Bee’s giant poof of hair, his mouth muffled with the cushion. 

 “Oh Deckard, isn’t this place cuuute?” Bee chirped as she plucked a flower out of the earth. “It’s adorable in here.” The sky was an Easter egg pink and blue, with huge fluffy clouds and candy green grass. Rolling hills were covered in little white flowers, and trees bore yummy looking fruit. 

 “Yes it’s...cute. Look, Bee, I uh...have to get back to-” 

  “Oh the help! The help has arrived!” Bee and Deckard turned around to see a small community of bunny people, which were bunnies that could speak. They looked like any other bunny; their colors ranging from white to black with brown and mixed colors in-between, but they looked bigger and softer than normal bunnies. 

 “Awww my goodness! Look at you guys!” Bee scooped up a white bunny into her arms and snuggled it against her cheek. 

 “What’s your name little guy?” She asked warmly. 

 “Steve.” The bunny replied in a low gruff voice. “Let go of me, my wife is watching.” 

 “Op- sorry..” Bee released Steve and looked toward the leader of the bunny people. 

 “Great helpers of Fishbowl Space. My name is Archibald. Do not call me Archie, please. We crave entertainment desperately. What do you have for us?” Archibald was a small black bunny with white feet and a pink nose. He had a small red cape fastened around his neck to signify his status as king. 

 Bee held her chin to think while Deckard looked around at all the bunnies. There were certainly a lot, and more coming out of little holes in the ground which he assumed were their homes. Were the homes furnished? Bunny furniture... 

 “Aw, I got it!” Bee snapped her fingers, which snapped Deckard out of his thoughts. “We will entertain you by singing!” The bunnies all took a seat, preparing for the song, except for two curious bunny children that slunk off to the side. 

 Bee clasped her hands infront of her and began to sing the first song that came to mind. 

 “Don’t be sad, I’m still your dad. I’d be there if I could. I sure hope that you’re not broke, and everything’s been running good.” Bee sang wonderfully, but the bunnies were getting antsy. They wanted something more physical, and the song wasn’t doing it for them. 

 Deckard crossed his arms and checked his watch, when he felt fluffy sensations on the outsides of his ankles. Deckard twitched and looked down to find two bunny children snuggling up by his slippered feet. He didn’t want to interrupt Bee’s singing, but this was starting to feel a certain way-

 “Psst! Hey! Go back to your- seheats!” Deckard slapped his hands over his mouth while the bunnies cuddled into his bare skin. Their whiskers were dusting past the tops of his bare feet, and it was driving him a little batty. 

 “Way to go at keepin’ on going, have a happy birthday.” Bee finished the song with a smile on her face, but she realized the attention wasn’t on her anymore. “Huh? Where did every-” She turned around to see that Deckard had fallen on his back, and the bunnies had started to swarm him and nuzzle their noses in him. 

 Deckard’s cheeks were flushed pink with embarrassment at the situation. He had bunnies snuggling in his sides and climbing in his armpits, pawing at his knees and sniffing in his ears. It was all too light and tingly!! 

 “Aaah! Bee help mehehe! This is too- teeheehee! Ticklish! Ack!” Deckard’s slippers had been stolen. Bunnies started cuddling and surrounding his bare feet in fluffiness. 

 “Mmm, I dunno Deckard~ The bunnies seem to be pretty entertained. What do you guys think?” The bunnies all squeaked in agreeance. “Well then, that settles it! Now let’s see.” Bee folded her dress underneath her so she can sit on it properly, and started scribbling her fingers into Deckard’s tummy. Deckard narrowed his eyes and started giggling heartily. 

 “Beehehehee! This ihihihisn’t hehehelping!” Deckard tried his best to cover up his tummy with his hands, but there were bunnies underneath his arms and he didn’t want to hurt them. 

 “Deckard, we have to entertain them and this is what they wanna do! Don’t disappoint them!” Bee’s fingers started scritching into his lower tummy and hips, which Deckard had to be careful to not kick his legs in protest. 

 “Stahahap! Beehehee plehehease!” Bee’s tickling along with the bunnies crowding him in fluff and twitchy whiskers made the situation too sensitive. Deckard felt like he could feel everything all at once. 

 “I remember when you were an itty bitty baby and you used to looooove tickles~ You would wanna play tickle games all night long, and you would lift up your shirt and show me where you wanted me to tickle next. It was so cuuuute!” Bee remembered Deckard’s love for tickles as a child fondly, while still targeting tickle spots at random. Deckard was squirming and trying to avoid as many tickles as possible while the bunnies still crowded him. 

“Okahahay Bee I get- I gehehet it! Cahahan hehehelp mehehe??” Deckard was starting to get red in the face. Due to his consistent squirming, his shirt rode up a bit. A bunny noticed this new opening and nosed his way inside Deckard shirt. The fuzziness of the bunnies fur brushed up the length of Deckard’s side. 

 The white-haired boy gave a manly squeal and tried not to flail so much so he wouldn’t hurt the bunny. 

 “Ahahaha no!! Bunnehehee plehehease! Gehehet ohohout of thehehere!” Deckard squinted his heterochromatic eyes in laughter as more bunnies followed suite by traveling up his tummy. 

 “Aww! Everyone thinks you’re warm and cuddly, Deckard. That’s so cuuute~” Deckard was belly laughing at this stage, which in turn made his body warmer to the touch. The amount of twitching whiskers, fluffs brushing against his skin, little paws pressing against his belly to walk, and dusting bunny tails made Deckard want to yell. Not to mention Bee scribbling and pinching any exposed skin she found, which was Deckard’s belly and hips at the moment. 

 “Nohoho it’s nohohot! Bunniehehes mehehercy!!” Bee looked around at Deckard’s situation and realized it had progressed while she was focused on his tummy. Two heavier bunnies were laying on Deckard’s ankles, and a small revolving circle of bunnies passed by Deckard’s feet like a moving fluff machine. Bee didn’t know bunnies could be so creative. With this method, Deckard’s bare feet never got a break from the brushing of fluffy fur, whiskers or bunny tails being used against them. 

 Deckard’s toes curled and his fists started to clench from not moving as much as he’d like to be. “Alright you guys, Deckard looks a little tired. Maybe we can, you know, lessen it a little?” The bunnies perked their heads up and stopped the tickling momentarily. Deckard breathed in and wiped his forehead of a light sweat, his heart beating from the activity. 

 “You okay Deckard? You took it like a champ.” Bee smiled down at Deckard, making his face redder than it already was. 

 “Y-Yeah.. I’m fine. Just a little tilted- tilt- tired. That’s all.” Deckard felt sniffing by his ear, making him squeak and giggle again. 

 “Tehehee! Aaah, come here little guy. Aww, what’s your name?” Deckard scooped up the bunny while still on his back and held the bunny up to the sky. 

 “Steve. Again. Let me go, my boss is watching.” 

 “Oh- sorry.” Deckard released the bunny and sat up to stretch. “Jeez, you guys know how to uh...do your thing. Heh-” Deckard sat criss-cross applesauce to hide his feet and any other bare parts of his body. 

 “Yes, the Bun people of Rabbitoba thank you for your service.” Archibald, the leader of the Buns spoke. “Our spirits have been lifted!” The bun people gave hoots and shouts and gave thanks to Bee and Deckard. Deckard stood up with Bee, while two bunnies gave him his slippers back. 

 “It was no trouble! It was really fun actually. I’m glad we were able to help you buns.” Bee smiled while Deckard scratched his neck nervously. 

 “Uhh- yeah, it was fun. E-Embarrassing but...fun.” The leader of the Bun people gave a signal, presumably to prepare Bee and Deckard’s payment. 

 “To give thanks to your generosity, we present to you 1000 Bunny Bucks, which you can only redeem in Rabbitoba.” A white bunny approached with the money, to which Bee knelt down to pick up.

 “Oh uh, we need cash for our world. I don’t mean to be rude or anything, but I don’t think anything would be of use to us on...Rabbitoba.” Deckard knelt down to receive his 1000 Bunny Bucks, which he kinda just stuffed in his pocket. 

 “Nonsense! All creature comforts you can find on your world are also commodities of Rabbitoba. See for yourself!” The bunny directed the attention of Bee and Deckard to a storefront that looked like anything they would find back home. 

 There was even a Limited Edition Pretty Patrick Lunchbox in the display window of the store. Bee’s eyes turned into moons as she squealed with happiness and ran into the store. 

 “Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh!! I have it!! Aaah Deckard look!!” Bee ran over with her new lunchbox and jumped up and down excitedly. Deckard smiled at her excitedly and raked his eggshell hair back. 

 “Thank you Bun people. We’ll be on our way now.” Deckard spoke for Bee and himself and placed his hand on her back.

 “Safe travels! And do come back anytime!~” The leader spoke, all the bunnies waving goodbye and wishing them well.

 Deckard guided Bee back to the opening of Fishbowl space, Bee still oozing over her lunchbox. 

 “I’m glad I got to help you get your lunchbox, Bee. You deserve it.” Deckard said genuinely. Bee looked up from her lunchbox and at Deckard. She reached up on her tippy-toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. 

 “Thanks, Deckard. You’re the best.” 

 With an excited Bee and a flustered Deckard, the two traveled back home.

[itsdappleagain]

HELLO AND WHAT IS UP GUYS TODAY WE'RE DOING ANOTHER CS WEEKLY POST A DAY LATE

okay enough youtuber intro. gross

ITS TIME FOR THE FISHY DOUBLOON CAPER!! Not my favorite, admittedly, but some great moments in there for sure (see: carmen gets put in a fairly desperate situation for the first time in the series as carmen. nice.)

OKAY HERE WE GO notes under the cut because they're LONG

how cool would the intro have been if carmen's passport had gained a new stamp every episode for the place she went!!!

oh i totally forgot the acme b plot in this episode thats pretty good

s1 chase: not one single red thread to pull s2 chase, buying french michaels out of red string: is that a challenge

it was stuffed in her black sack

i love the mints. they had to set them up so bad so julia could follow them

fuck you chase. maybe if you ate less mints you could be nicer

IN LOVE WITH HOW JULIA GETS FED UP. YES GIRL. FUCK HIM AND HIS FUEL HE DESERVES IT

DAMN ZARI HIT HIM FROM REAL FAR AWAY THAT WEAPON IS NEVER THAT LONG RANGE AGAIN

julia he doesnt deserve you

they sneak "where in the world" into every line they can

have i mentioned the way cs draws water because its all so prettyyy

OH, WET pls

no, player we have to wait two more seasons for argentina ok

"not without any real clues" girl idk where you think clues come from but your birthplace could be a fantastic place to start looking

the equator joke was funny

bananafish? as in the anime? (doesn't know what im talking about at all)

quito!! fun fact: the first highest capital is Bolivia's, La Paz!

NOSE IS BLEEDING? BLOOD? In a KIDS SHOW?

omg they foreshadowed the fucking tuna it nearly smacked carmen..

"surface crew is on high alert!" (pan to zack, barfing)

i love that zack's weakness is the ocean. he grew up in boston. literally being in the home of the fish makes him barf

i love how ivy is not helping at all she's so funny

zack barfs way too many times in this show sorry. they crossed the line when someone shoved her fingers in his barf and squelched em around. no. no thanks. stop making him barf

i have to think this episode was one of the earlier ones abby trott recorded for because she is so violently boston at every turn its hilarious

where the fuck is carmen's air tank. that thing on her back is her water jetpack. where is she breathing from. her tubing is connected to something that is. not big enough to supply her with oxygen for that long

woww the framing of that shot where carmen swims towards the ship...she sounds like she supposed to be very excited about it which i love for her

every single time im like surely she cant fit through that hole and then she does. the reason this is possible is because despite having hips CARMEN HAS NO ASS

i also like the little lookaround she does like idk

GOD the ship is so pretty i love how everyone immediately destroys everything inside of it

carmen "im swimming through the past" sandiego, destroying everything in the fucking ship that she touches

why the fuck is there just a crowbar down there

SHES JUST TOSSING SHIT OUT WHAT HAPPENED TO ALL HISTORY IS TREASURE CARMEN YOU FUCKIN HYPOCRITE

love that player picks up the HGRHGDHSRHRGFGRGRGRGRGRGGWGEGEGERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR of el topo before carmen does

the fact that carmen is not terrified upon hearing, deep underwater, a roaring, grumbling noise coming from nowhere is a testament to how stup

WHEN

SHE JUST GOES FLYING ITS SO FUNNY TO ME AJFGS

see el topo has o2 tanks what the fuck is up with carmen breathing underwater. she has to always be streamlined ig

no way can they fucking hear each other no way nuh uh

HE JUST RAMS INTO HER THATS SO FUNNY

i like how player waits until a very nice time to ask carmen what the fuck just burst out of the floor. little break in the action <3

hi. the way carmen says el topo. thank you (applause)

love how player doesnt warn zack and ivy. theyll be fine he said

obsessed with how le chevre's legs bend like the dancing stick bug meme

OH MY GOD THE PURE GAY ENERGY BLAST OF LE CHEVRE LANDING KILLED THEM

sorry side note ivy is so cute

le chevre is. yeah

I LOVE HOW CARMEN JUST S N A T C H E S HIS ANKLE YOU CAN SEE HER THOUGHT PROCESS ZERO IN ON HIS FOOT

the way carmen moves in the water is sooo satisying shes like a wikki stix she just bends

also love how carmen just bounces off of el topo

i also also love how her flippers just gently wave in the breeze

they just fling each other its so fucking funny. she steps on him. he flings her. she full body crashes into him

like how they just keep an arm around each other for a bit. chilling. buddies

do you think it hurts el topo how much venom is in carmen's voice when she sees him now?

anyways

the fish. wow that really did just happen

she just kicks his ass what did he do to her

ALSO this is one of very few fights where carmen is very actively in hand-to-hand!! she usually tries to avoid it i think...more evasive maneuvers/defense but shes BARELLING into el topo shes just doing everything she fucking can to fling him far distances

bubble transitions <3 its like bubble guppies fr

eternally beyond grateful that they dropped ivys weird. woke feminist how do you do fellow women thing ok sorry the fisherwoman thing was. out of place. le chevre is right there and youre worried about fisherwoman

le chevre, the frenchest fucker alive: you dont sound like youre from around here

the absolute terror on ivy's face is sending me. someone else (jackie?? was that you??) pointed out that she reacts like this because they met le chevre in boston harbor but he happens to not recognize them.....super cool i love that s1 and 2 were written together

not a single braincell in le chevres head

she was really about to try to wrestle and do the heimlech maneuver on an 97 pound fish girl no

she sounds so black sheep when she says "come on seriously" 🥺

NO im calling bullshit no way was carmen able to snatch that pipe in the two seconds el topo bodychecked her carmens got fucking superpowers she does not have pickpocketing abilities she has superpowers

we love the attempted murder <3 thats. so dangerous to do but carmen just is like teehee oxygen is gone!!! hope u dont drown or panic or get decompression illness teehee

the most gigantic tracker in the history of mankind

i like how carmen holds that gun whjhehgshsa if she werent underwater she'd be blowing the smoke off it

they didnt even try to come up with a convincing alias they just went with another california city wheeze

wait how is player connected to that walkie talkie. im pretty sure correct me if im wrong but i think that walkie talkies in ecuador dont connect to ones in ontario

theyre such siblings

gay saves the day once more

AGAIN WITH SHOVING THEM IN THE WATER or wait is this the first time?? TREND SETTING?? i feel like they did it once before this but ig not???

lets motor is the same thing as lets jet

HOLY SHIT THEY WERE SO FAR FROM SHORE

THE BUBBLE TRANSITIONS THIS EP SO TRUE

yes carmen speaking other languages i am of the opinion that she should have spoken so many all the time

she cute

i love how loud carmen is talking "SO ITS AN ECUADORIAN DOUBLOON" also hi dr marquez

I AM LITERALLY SUCH A CHILD THIS SHOULD NOT BE FUNNY TO ME "dick?" "dick." (innocent deer-like blinking) gay-bisexual solidarity

marquez: yeah im leading an excavation tea- carmen: i robbed that fucking boat

the deer in headlights look they give is so funny not one braincell avaliable

the way her accusing them drives them all into terrified scrambling

i also like how marquez just accepts the fact that they robbed the boat because they say theyre coin hobbyists (i mean. she doesnt. she follows them. but still)

i love dr marquez shes so cool. i like her voice also

you know carmen's about to do some craaazy shit when an archaeologist starts talking about history and they zoom in on her eyes going all different directions

zack and ivy being so insensitive is so fucking funny. kids do you know who your boss is

the sibling-like manner in which ivy shoves zack in the face to get out of the boat faster than he does is the funniest thing in the world

GASP! vile has a darker, sexier, even more obnoxious tracker!

lots a shit beeping in this establishment today

chase is such a dumbshit i love him as soon as zari reaches into her jacket he disintegrates. and then he saves it. such grace and talent

chase is just constantly ???????????????????????????

CHIEF! hi chief

what were the handcuffs even for

chase gets kidnapped and hes just like can i go back to work please

VILE DRAMATIC MUSIC DRAMATIC CLOSEUP

damn le chevre just pulled that slick wet thing out hot damn it was still dripping....what? the tracker. the tracker was wet. what did you think i was talking about?

"if carmen sandiego is after this doubloon" YOU GUYS WERE AFTER THE DOUBLOON WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT

no. maelstrom never call yourself papa again

el topo just hanging over his shoulder <3

el topo is so cute

I CAN CHASE AWAY THE GOPHERS he so sweet

tfw your boyfriend is kissing ur boss's ass

mael just sitting there listening to them like 👁️👁️

mael is not even evil hes just stupid and petty hes so funny

WOO HOO ALTITTY SICKNESS LETS GOOO KNOCK THAT BITCH OUT

leonardo di caprio stars in the mole of wall street

who in vile was contaminating cheese OH MY GOD WONDER RAT???

i like how chief is just flat out like. yeahh we dont actually. know if they exist or not but we think so we really do

the scrambled brains joke was so funny chief has actually a lot of personality. i would like her if she were real yknow

the way chief snaps back to being formal when chase clears his throat its ok girl hes not important or competent

HAHA there are a lot of tiny callbacks to where in the world sprinkled throughout here that i never really noticed. gee carmen being the leader of vile sure is far fetched. that would never happen

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acme's introduction is actually pretty cool. a third party that could either help or hurt carmen but seem to want her captured either way

love that background dad who shoves a fish into his kid's face

zack's joints cracked more than jo's wtf

the way she goes "fish maharh-" and then passes out gets me every time its so comedic. she doesnt like. step out of the car and in the background, as zack and ivy are chatting, slowly look ill and then pass out, crashing to the floor. zack and ivy run over, terrified. NO she walks out and goes FISH MAHAHRaha.... and then puts her hand on her forehead and faints like a victorian woman and then moans on the floor for thirty seconds

she totally got a concussion from that right

THE PROGRESSION OF CHASE'S VOICEMAIL THIS SEASON FROM THE BIT ABOUT THE LOVESEAT AND ANOTHER THING LATER IS SUCH A GOOD LITTLE DETAIL

hi the way her voice reverberates just slightly in the empty garage. good sound design

omg carmen CAN sweat look jackie

ALSO look at my comic about this because just do

the whiplash of seeing coach brunt and then immediately hearing her speak in a gentle ecuadorian accent

the way raf enunciates words should be studied

chief forcibly transferring him is so funny. no. you have no free will you will be acme right now

mmm she calls out for them immediately <333 they are family. also thee panic at waking up somewhere unfamiliar and alone....what if she thought vile had her again. does she call for them when she wakes up from nightmares. i need to know

HI THIS IS MY FAVORITE FACE CARMEN EVER MAKES

carmens bag ROCKET LAUNCHED those tools across the room DAMN

see i feel like that throwing star had to be 3d it looked 3d?? also why does carmen have throwing stars. also dr marquez is literally the most trusting person on the planet

zack: dont be embarrassed! its ok :) carmen: literally couldnt be more emotionless. literally could not care less about the attention zack is trying to give her. did you find the fucking coin

carmen waiting until they had already wheeled it through the doors to mention it was being wheeled away for comedic effect is such a mood

zack reacting like ivy even though he was literally watching with carmen as the fish got wheeled away

carmen: le chevre. ivy, voice blasting through the halls: AGAIN??

yeah he would id you but he literally tried to skewer these two on a fishhook three hours ago

her face when she says bid to win is so cute

who gave zack the paddle.

150,000 DOLLARS!

ivys look of terror when he says that is so funny

AND CARMEN FACEPALMING

this poor fish market got scammed out of a whole 200 buck fish i hope carmen gave them some money

whats with the flaps in the floor

she WHIPS that poor eel. flytrap could never

LEAVE HIM ALONE

we love carmen pulling out the gun knowing full well the speech wont work

that poor fucking tunafish man

le chevre gets cornobbled

something something el topo on his way to slap some goat cheek something

love how top and bottom dont question why carmen has suddenly given up

i also love el topo taking no credit for slapping him with a fish hes luck uhhh yeah bro its the altitude

the lil whoosh as carmen catches the coin

JULIAS GASP AT THE MINTS

shes like ohhh my god he went into the electrical closet. ohhh fuck

wait a minute if the tube fell out first...how is there still a trail leading from that point. they didnt fall out of the tube so did he just have loose mints in his pocket. or

chief: we are so secretive julia argent: mints

THE ALARM ON ZARI AND JAWLINE'S FACES WHEN JULIA POPS IN IS SO FUNNY THE DISMAY

julia is so starved for compliments that she immediately smiles when the random blue projection who kidnapped chase in a dark closet tells her she's sharp

marquez: someday the world will know your name carmen sandiego marquez, a year later, watching tv: UM I DIDNT MEAN BY STEALING THE CROWN JEWELS HELLO

carmen's 👁️👄👁️ when marquez mentions that shes argentinian is so funny one time as a kid i was talking in my sleep and my mom mentioned the dream that i had been having when i woke up and it scared the shit out of me it was that exact expression

damn... damn these spot the difference games are getting hard

carmen e4: we went our separate ways carmen e9: HOOLY SHIT SHES TRYING TO FUCKING KILL ME

I THOUGHT PLAYER SAID "I HAVE FREAKING NEWS RED"

AW YEAH TRANSITION SENTENCE

GOD SAY GOODBYE OR SOMETHING SHE JUST PUTS THE HOOD UP AND LEAVES

CARMEN "BAD AT SOCIAL INTERACTION" SANDIEGO

like the boat looks 3d too methinks

next episode: team red is permanently blinded as zack drives directly into the sun

okay!! pretty solid episode. one of the classics. not my favorite though it feels a bit like they needed a caper to go with the acme plot and they just threw darts at a map

[nobedofroses]

December 22

pairing: Javier Peña x reader

warnings: lead up to smut, references to cunnilingus, alcohol ment

words: 639

a/n: gotta make him work for it sometimes, ya know

Last, Full List, Next, More Javi

🏔🏔🏔

Javier had one request before the end of your vacation, he wanted to fuck, loud, in the loft that had a bed surrounded by windows. You hadn’t gotten to it before the group got there because you were too busy with the other rooms and just preparation in general, so it was his plea to do it now. It fulfilled part of his exhibitionist kink without risk of someone actually seeing you since the cabin was surrounded by forest. 

When the two of you climbed up there, you went first with a little lap desk and a bottle of lube and Javi followed behind with the last bottle of champagne and a towel, just in case. You were so focused on finding a good spot to put the things you had that you didn’t take a look outside right away. 

The bed was low to the ground and the ceiling meant you couldn’t stand up, so you just crawled onto the bed and that’s when you saw the view. 

“Oh my gosh, Javi, look! Look at the trees, everything’s so gorgeous!” you exclaimed, unbelieving of the sight before you, all of the green trees frosted over with ice and snow to create an absolute winter wonderland. 

Javi came up behind you on his knees, putting his hands on your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder to look out, “Wow, very beautiful.” 

His extremely succinct comment didn’t bother you, because you knew he had other things on his mind, plus he had been in the room and seen the view before. 

But you did think he could stand to be messed with a bit. “Honey, I think we should do this later. Why don’t we get some hot chocolate and just look at the view right now?” 

Javi’s lips had found your neck, but when you said that, they paused. His hands tightened around your waist in worry, “But sweetheart, it’ll be dark before too long and you didn’t want to do this in the dark, you said it would be too spooky.” 

“But it’s so prettyyy,” you dragged out your word like you did when you actually wanted something. “And like you said, it’ll get dark soon, so this is my last chance to see.” 

“Uh,” you could practically hear the gears turning in Javi’s head as he thought through how to give you what you wanted and also give you what he wanted. Then you heard a sharp intake of breath as an idea must have come to him, “How about you face the window, huh? You can lay down or on your knees, and I’ll just do everything else so you can keep an eye on the view.” 

You smiled, because that actually sounded like a good idea. But there were a couple other things that would make it even better.

“Okay… but can we put the lap desk over here so I can have champagne?” you asked sweetly, fitting your hands over his and squeezing gently. 

“Of course, sweetheart, whatever you want,” he told you with a relieved sigh, starting to let go of you so he could go grab the champagne. But you stopped him by holding onto his hands. 

You turned your head and Javi leaned his head back down to be close to yours. You lowered his voice to speak in his ear, “And I want you to use your mouth first.” 

With a swallow, Javi nodded and said, “yeah.” 

Kissing his cheek once, you let him go and patted his hands. He let you go but didn’t move as he watched you get on your hands and knees so you could see out the window well. You knew he was distracted by the view of your ass, so you turned to look at him and said, “Now the champagne, honey.” 

🏔🏔🏔

[edgyandoverzealous]

Characters that remind me of me S/O pt 2

Electric boogaloo because it's me. Duh. And give me the opportunity and I will not hesitate to compare them because my partner is hella neat and I love them. Informal analysis you know the drill. A bit more annoying this time because I'm a brat I 'spose. @moltenatlas I love youuu.

The Narrator - The Stanley Parable

• no one should be surprised. No one.

• With the amount of bullshit puns, pickup lines, pouting, and overall annoyances I dish out on the regular?

• They don't get paid enough tm for my chaos but they love me anyways.

• note: payment does not exist unless you count the compiled monster energies, presents, and affection I as a simp and clingy boyfriend have so graciously provided. *many tiny bows*

• A witty, sarcastic, dry/situationally humored chatterbox??

• I'll take them! *Slams money on the table* Please! I'm a good listener, or I at least try, I promise. Oh I got them around ten months ago? Fuck yeah, concrete!

• made me choke from laughter on three different occasions. A particular goose bit robbed my breathing privileges for two blocks. </3

• much like the Stanley Parable closet ending/ the jumping of the moving platform interaction.

• Also you know the look that we know the narrator is doing behind his voice... I've seen it and I've apologized through nervous giggles every. single. time.

• nice voice nice voice nice voice. <3

• don't know about you, but I could listen to the narrator for hours, you know who else I could listen to for hours? YUP. You guessed it.

• this is here almost purely because I compared them to the narrator verbally before and it seemed to be taken /neg. Listen here, Love, the narrator from tsp is legitimately the best. Shhhh.

Brady - teen beach movie

• okay so hear me out. It's their favorite movie okay and it's legitimately good so stfu sheesh.

• This blonde has rottmnt Leo vibes. Low key.

• But also slightly oblivious in everyday expressions such as analogies or turn of phrases rather but overly competent in romantic settings and can sing well?

•hmm wonder who that's like, oh wait *staresatthemstaresatthemstaresatthem*

• Selkirk Rex cat vibes the both of them sweet and soft.

•additionally loud sunshine blonde trope anyone? *holds up my relationship* because I found it. Actually no, actually this one's mine.

• You know what else? They're both good at deciphering poorly communicating messes. *coughs me and Mack coughs*

• Blerg day where speaking and verbalizing needs and wants is hard, it's cool. Because apparently somewhere down the line of knowing me, my partner figured out what my noises of acknowledgement, stuttering or otherwise, means. They know me like the back of their hand apparently. Show offish if you ask me. But it genuinely is really sweet and highly appreciated. I'm sorry I'm difficult. ; H ;

• have you ever seen eyes so pretty when they light up over something?

• A sweetheart. The biggest actually.

• He's just so understanding and caring like someone else I know.

Stella - Lemonade Mouth

• my rebel *swoons* <3

• Both are likely to encourage arson and someone would fucking do it.

• Whether that 'someone' is me or not depends entirely on outside factors. Such as time of day, location, and----

• Starting with the obvious

• plays guitar

• Who else relates to all of this? The love of my life, exactly.

• Stella uses what I call "with cherries on top tactics" which is essentially asking really nicely with a few whistles and bells. A sweeter tone. Ect. to convince her fellow bandmates into things. The love of my life also is prone to doing this. Ie: the amount of times I've complied to something because a couple pet names or a softly toned "please" were thrown in. I am a very weak man.

• sarcasmmmmm

• the lookssss. She's so prettyyy, like someone else I love very much.

• she thinks she's funny and she's right because she commits to the bit.

• you know who else thinks they're funny and are right? yeah. exactly.

• Rightfully so, but also convincing cocky bastard. You may say that confidence is feigned but I would still follow you to the ends of the earth so it's at the very least believable and earned.

Wednesday - Netflix's Wednesday

• Shout out to my little sister who made me provide in depth reasoning to why I think Wednesday Addams From Netflix's Wednesday is neat therefore giving me the analysis work done already.

• Also as spoiler-free as possible because my partner wants to watch Wednesday and hasn't yet. Aka nothing major to the plot mentioned.

• She has on multiple occasions threatened bodily harm or murder to those who have wronged those she cares about though a select few. Hmm I wonder who else has done that? My partner mayhaps towards my abusers.

• She's dorky and passionate about her interests, of which are obscure, and is nonjudgmental of others' interests. My partner also has what one may call obscure taste but mine are too. We just kinda ping-pong each other's interests and it's wonderful.

• She has a competitive streak and is a good musician. You know who else does this? Yeah. Exactly.

• She also has good dry humor and sarcasm aka the love of my life.

• what can I say, I like competitive musician oddballs. They are charming.

Willow - The owl house

• This entire thing is projecting but this one reflects more of myself bc call me Hunter I am traumatized and in love.

• Aka they're stuck with a sad-blonde trope if dirty blondes count because that's what's under the years worth of hair dye.

• Strong strong strong.

• Appears fearless. Even when she's not she stands tall and takes a lead. Awfully familiar if you ask me.

• bad vision. wait wait wait I'm sorry.

• Likes plants and flowers. Knows a lot about them too. It's neat and impressive. Dare I say cute? I do I dare.

• Witch???? Withc?? Counterclockwise stirred tea motherfuckers.

• Good at comforting people even if she doesn't quite think she is. IE: When Willow first meets Gus, he's having a panic attack in the same room Willow actively hides in to get away from it all. She tries to comfort him by waving a horrifying abomination at him but she then teaches him a breathing technique once she's assessed the situation. This can apply to my partner as well because they aren't super confident in their comforting ability yet during any given one of my meltdowns they have consistently offer things of comfort such as a hug and then have done a check in for basic needs such as if I've eaten.

Annabeth Chase - Pjo hoo

• Not gonna lie this one right here legitimately scares me. Because I am an og pjo fan and since I was in 3rd grade I've wanted what Percabeth has and as a Percy kin from the very beginning I now finally have that and I am terrified of losing it.

• Legitimately going to cry over this as I write it. Also the reason this took so don't tell anyone shhh.

• *cough cough* anyways so...

• Smarts. Even though she still struggles with learning Annabeth is incredibly bright in practical knowledge as well excelling in certain subjects due to an interest in said subjects. A lot like someone near and dear to me. In their case Language Arts and any science but especially chemistry.

• Tense and complex family situations. If you've read the books, you know and the situations have strong parallels as I remember. I'm sorry to point it out but it's been fairly on topic recently and I worry about it and you.

• The love of my life loves reading. They are more proficient in reading than anyone I've ever met. Whether it's comprehension or just the speed of reading it never fails to be impressive. If you hand Annabeth anything written in Greek she's the same way.

• The following few may just be headcannons/subtext but hear me out.

• When Annabeth hyperfixates on something she then immediately starts branching out hypotheticals. Aka, in my partners case, AUs and headcannons.

• I'm willing to bet almost anything that Annabeth prefers her coffee less sweet than most allowing the caffeine to be a part of the flavor profile and to feel a fuller affect of said caffeine. Though she prefers tea over all. Aka, just like my partner.

• Honest af. No beating around the bush and is quite logically sound. A lot like someone else I know.

• As Annabeth is to Percy and vice versa I view my partner as my lifeline. It's no speculation that Percy and Annabeth have been through a lot from familial issues, near death experiences, and literally going to hell and back with each othervfor each other, the fact that they are each other's lifeline is a definite. I can't speak fully for the other person, obviously, but I'm 65-70% sure it's mutual. Idk though so don't quote me. But personally my partner has helped me through some dark times and a good share of breakdowns. From being my first long term friend after the incident leading me to this point to becoming the first truly positive interaction I've had romantically I can confidently say they've made a major impact on my path to recovery and words cannot describe how thankful I am for that nor how much they mean to me.

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A couple of hotd season 1 episode 7 thoughts:

Corlys you fool, Rhaenys be there spitting facts and yet you care about your pride more aghhh (I mean, I get his reasons, but also I feel like Rhaenys should've pushed him harder -- and apparently its just the beginning of dismissing Laena's daughters in the show?? Ugh, hate that, I'd love to see More of them)

I have to say, Rhaenyra x Daemon? Not feeling it, haven’t been feeling it from the start and Im still very much not feeling it. Might be because I just really dislike that prick Daemon (fuck him so very much, especially for Laena, oh my god, she deserved so much better) but also, I do rarely like the most popular ships so... oh well 🤷‍♀️

Granny Vhagar is Awesome, she's so damn badass, I love her 😍 Every scene with her is just *chef's kiss*

I feel like... there should’ve been more urgency about Rhaenyra's wound in the moment? There was A Lot of blood there, how is no one calling for measters or putting something on her wound to stem the blood flow? I get the drama, but that could'e Added to it, instead of being just stupid and pulling you out of the scene ;/

Aemond is... interesting. Which is more than I can say about a lot of other characters and I do know he turns prettyyy evil but... oh well, I do like interesting villains ^^

Ngl, kinda hate them (mostly Rhaenyra tho, Deamon just seems there and he's a fucker already) for what they did to Laenor, or rather, to Rhaenys and Corlys, like... the fuck?? they lost both of their children in the span of like two days? poor Rhaenys, she was so devastated ;_; I mean, I get what they tried to do, changing his death in the book to a somewhat more of a "happy" ending for him but... I dunno, I don’t feel that it's much better to be honest ;/ And it happens just as he was ready to commit fully to Rhaenyra and their sons too, and as he just lost his sister, so now he'd have to leave his Whole family behind just... I dunno, cause he feels guilty? It's... not very compelling, at least for me. His death would’ve been tragic, for sure, but it would’ve been a very In-Universe thing, not all that surprising in the world they live in + wouldn’t add another ick-factor to Rhaenyra's and Daemon's wedding ;/ I dunno, mixed feelings on this one, but yeah, doesn’t endear the ship or the characters more to me.

Welp, that's what Ive gathered so far from this ep, we'll see what more the season has to offer!

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HEEELLLLOOOOO

ok two things

1.) i made a megumi cardboard cut out and put him right next to my bed, sometimes i forget i put him there and when i wake up i turn around and just see megumi fucking fushiguro staring at me.

2.) IMF SORRY IF SOMEONE ASKED U THIS BEFORE BUT IS UR EMOJI ANON THINGY STILL OPEN..... IF SO COULD I PRETTYYY PLEASE BE 🪭

HELP ME LORD this isn’t the exact same thing but my bed is up against my wall and i have a bunch of posters on that wall but the one right by my head is a death note poster so i’ll turn over in the middle of the night and Light is just staring at me so i get it….

ITS STILL OPEN YES HEHE SO YES OFC!!! WELCOME 🪭 !!