#but that is a problem for tomorrow me 😌

[guinevereslancelot]

planted all my plants for spring ☺️

[opens-up-4-nobody]

Fuck u I shouldn't have to work on weekends vs Jesus christ I have so much to do. Fight.

[lactosefreevanillayoghurt]

study leave diaries:

[bigfishthemusical]

ok well now that Ive had my fail morning and my fail yesterday I plan to have an awesome afternoon evening. I was supposed to have dnd tonight and I thought we’d have to cancel cause my boss said I gotta work tonight. But then everyone else said they are ok if we just start dnd really late and do it really late at night. Literally beautiful world. Peace and love on planet earth.

[mondscheinprinzessin]

Just had my last therapy session and while I'm so happy about how much better my life is now compared to when I started, I'm also so sad because she was such a huge help to me :(

[natailiatulls07]

The golden trio Pt 6

Lando Norris x female!reader

Carlos Sainz x female!reader

Max Verstappen & Female!reader & Charles Leclerc

Summary - Being bestfriends with two famous formula one drivers is never easy, but what will happen when you get involved with yet another formula one driver??

Warning - swearing, crying

A/n - 😌😋

The golden trio

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Twitter

username It’s been five days since Lando was caught kissing that other chick and Y/n hasn’t posted ANYTHING!!

username He has sooooo fucked up mate it’s unbelievable and by the looks of it he hasn’t done anything to apologise yet 😖

username You know I don’t think anyone has seen her leave the apartment building either, like we know Max and Charles are around but they haven’t be looking all that happy

username Yeah cause someone who is practically their little sister has been hurt time and time again!! What do you expect?

f1gossip

Spotted: Y/n L/n leaving her apartment complex with both of her roommates, Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc.

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username Lando fucking Norris you are a fucking idiot 😒

username Oh mate, she looks devastated

username She can’t get a break!!

username Did you guys see Max and Charles though?! They were so annoyed

username I hope the chick is happy, she ruined a relationship 🙄

Max Fewtrell twitch live stream

Twitter

username Anybody watched Max Fewtrells twitch this evening?? Lando??

username You can tell he’s so guilty with himself!!

username Like he was so blunt!

username He had it coming, like you can’t go around kissing another girl whilst you’re in a relationship. It’s common sense.

Text (White: Reader) (Red: Carlos)

Hey, I heard about what happened with Lando I’m sorry

Yeah these things happen, it’s not your fault

Look I have a idea but you can back out if you want totally your choice

Ok?? Go on

So I’ve was thinking if we could date until Lando gets jealous

Oh right…

Please don’t feel like you have to do this tho

Sure I’ll do it, I don’t want to let him down easily

Perfect! So should we go on a date tomorrow night and make sure people see??

Yeah that’ll be a good idea, the gossip instagrams just love to post about me so it’ll spread fast

f1gossip

Spotted: Y/n L/n and Carlos Sainz, former McLaren teammate of Lando Norris, seen on what seems to be a date in Monte Carlo this evening. It has been a few days since Lando Norris, who seems to Y/n’s ex now, was seen kissing another girl.

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username Mr Norris what will you do now??

username She really said get even bitch 😚

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username Ooooo more gossip more gossip!!!

username Yk I would sell my kidney to see what is going on behind the closed doors 👀

username Y/n in her reputation era??

username Yk, Idk what to think??

Gossip Groupchat (White: Reader) (Blue: Max) (Red: Charles)

Hey Bee…

Yeah I’d everything ok?

No…

Um Lando is currently stood in our living room, pestering Charles on where you are…😬

Wtf!

Why? Ask him why he’s there!

Seen 2 minutes ago

Yk I don’t like the fact that it’s taking forever!

He is here to apologise, he feels horrible and I think he means it

Well tell him that I am busy and that he should consider this relationship done

Ok soooo he’s gone but

But…?

I don’t think he was very happy that you are completely blocking him out, more angry in my opinion

Look that’s his problem, you can’t go around kissing other girls whilst you’re in a relationship it’s common fucking sense

Ok, what time are you coming back tonight?

Around 9pm, Carlos has a flight in the morning

See you then Bee

Bye guys

Bye Bee

f1gossip

Since Y/n’s date this evening we have noticed that the former couple have both gone and unfollowed each other on instagram and other socials. Maybe the ship has really sailed away.

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username Oh Shit!

username So that really does mean…

username No I can’t do this, nope not today 😭

username True love? Yeah no that doesn’t exist

username What do we do now?!?! 😰

username Friends to Lovers to Enemies 🥺

yourusername

But now you’re on your knees while I’m wrapped up in his sheets 😚

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username MISS GIRL!!!

username Karma really is a bitch!

carlossainz55 ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

= yourusername 😋😋😋

username Lando you know this is about you!!!

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username Loving this whole thing!!!!!

username She moved onto a real man, not a little boy. Well deserved!

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[mikachacha]

hi, i’ve been overwhelmed with work today and wanted to request maybe reader coming home from work really tired and overstimulated and just wants to be babied and taken care of by bada?? please and thank you😘 i love you

Smile (Bada Lee x Café Owner! Reader)

Synopsis: You come home after a bad day and just want to cuddle up with your girlfriend

Warnings: Fluff, a bit of breakdown, some karen in the beginning

A/N: From angst to fluff real quick 😌😌

"You didn't tell me this coffee was hot! I burnt my tongue! I'm suing you and this establishment!" you looked at the Karen in front of you and you wanted to just slam her down the counter, tell her she's a dumbass but no, you didn't wanna make a scene or make things worse. You sighed and approached your employee and the screaming customer, having to fake a smile to try and de-escalate the situation.

"Hi, what seems to be the problem here?" you asked, trying to stay calm since you're the café owner. You're just starting so you can't afford some negative review from a Karen at the moment. You tried your best to handle the situation and managed to settle things down with a small compensation just to get that person out of your café. You feel so burnt out, you just wanted to go home and snuggle with Bada but you can't. It's not closing time yet.

You feel like losing your mind as hours ticked by. It's just not a good day for you, so many complaints from customers, some supplies weren't delivered so there was a shortage, it was just pure chaos so by the time you came home to yours and Bada's shared home, you just went straight to your room and broke down. You felt physically and mentally exhausted that day.

"Baby? Hey.. What's wrong?" Bada peeked inside the room and found you crying. It was so unlikely of you to cry so when she saw your current state, she became concerned. She came to your side and immediately wrapped her arms around you, placing soft kisses on top of your head and rubbing your back. She just let you cry out until you felt better, she never left just so you feel that you're not alone and she's just there for you.

"Bada.. I don't know if I did the right thing. I don't know if opening a café is the right thing to do, I don't know if I can handle doing this everyday.." You sobbed out and she wiped your tears away, placing kisses all over your face.

"You're doing great, baby.. You're doing so great. Today is just a bad day, yeah? How about this, you don't open tomorrow. I'll also take a day off so it's just you and me spending time together tomorrow." Bada's presence and voice is melting all your stress and worries away, she makes you feel relaxed and all you can do is snuggle up to her, basking in the warmth of her embrace.

"Really? Can I take you out on a date tomorrow? It's been a while since we went out.." you asked her, your eyes still brimming with tears and Bada cupped your cheeks with her palms, pressing a soft kiss on your lips.

"Of course. We'll go on a nice little date, maybe a little picnic at the park and watch the sunset together? But for now, let me take care of you. My baby is so overwhelmed with work today, huh? Go, take a shower. I'll put the towel and your clothes in the dryer for a bit so they'll be warm when you're done. And then, I'll order some fried chicken and we'll eat and drink tonight." She says and you couldn't help but tackle her in a bear hug, thanking her over and over again. She really knows how to make you feel better after a bad day.

"You're the best.. You really know how to make me feel better." You told her and she just kissed you before ruffling your hair, making you whine out.

"Babe, we've been together since middle school. I know you like the back of my hand like how you know me. Now off your cute ass go. Let me baby and pamper you tonight." She smiles and ushers you in the bathroom so you can take a shower.

True to her words, Bada did provide you with a warm towel and clothes when you got out. She even dried and brushed your hair for you, pressing some kisses here and there. She really pampered you, doing skincare together and she did everything while you just sat there to relax.

"Thank you, baby.. This means a lot to me." you told her as you sat together to eat dinner. She turns to look at you, smiling. She looked at you with that smile of hers that made you fall in love with her in middle school. That same smile brings peace to you until now, years later.

"You know that I'd do everything just to make you feel okay again.. I love you so much, Y/N. It hurts me to see you cry and doubt yourself.." She pulls you in for a hug and you sighed out in pure contentment, you felt safe and loved whenever she's around.

"I love you, Bada. I'm lucky to have you." you say and kiss her. Though your relationship wasn't smooth sailing, you wouldn't want it any other way. It's perfect just the way it is.

[prettyinpurplelights]

COME HOME

in high hopes for tomorrow’s psg game but also missing kylian and still feeling like a proud mom after his achievements this weekend so all of that kinda almagamated into this whatever this is to keep y’all off my back abt pt 6 of care (for now) 😭

*********

You wait nervously in the bed, your thumb nesting between your lips as your teeth chip away at the nail anxiously. So much had happened since you’d last seen him, almost a week ago. The firm had sent you to New Delhi to woo your new potential clients, a task that had taken you far too long, your planned two day trip extending into six, nearly seven before you’d managed to get the oil execs to finally close the deal. They somehow found a problem with every contract you’d drafted, anyone would’ve given up after the 75th hour and you had a feeling the firm knew this, hence why they sent you, their hardest, most immovable closer. And the most annoying part about all of this was you still weren’t done, you were due in London tomorrow, to present everything to the head office there before you’d be able to finally go back home to Paris. The one and only saving grace about this was the 7 hour layover in Munich before your flight to England, which couldn’t have come at a much better and more convenient time. Your phone pings in your lap and you pick it up, reading the text that had appeared.

we’re almost back from the press conference, did you get in okay?

You unlock your phone to reply.

yeah, the front desk were great. thanks for your help again.

always.

he still has no clue?

not one 😌

you’re awesome. i owe you.

make me your world famous carbonara next time i come over and we’re even 🍽️

You laugh as you type out your response.

you got it sergio 😂

You place the phone facedown on the bedside table, standing up and straightening out your pencil skirt. You move to the mirror opposite the bed, raking your fingers through your shoulder length hair, trying to bring some life to the curls that had lost their volume after 9 hours of being pressed onto the headrest of the airplane seat and another 3 hours on the hotel bed when you’d knocked out the second you saw the pillows. Reaching into your blouse pocket after you finally feel satisfied with your hair, you take out your lipgloss, opening the tube and spreading some of the shiny liquid along your plump bottom lip when you hear the door open, his voice drifting into the room as his laughter pulls your mouth into a smile.

God, you’d missed him.

“Putain!” He shouts at whoever was on the other side of the door.

“Good night! Save that energy for Bayern Kylian.” The other voice teases and you watch him flip its owner off. His back is still facing you as he closes the door, he was yet to turn around and notice you.

“Language Kyky.” You stand with your hand on your hips, a faux stern look on your face as he finally spins and jumps, a surprised gasp escaping his throat.

“What the fuc-“ Then he stops himself when his eyes zero in on you, drinking you in and realising who you are. “Y/N??”

“Hello 201.” You grin and he drops his backpack to the floor, rushing to engulf you in a hug as he lifts you off the floor instead.

“What are you doing here?” He says in a small voice, almost as though he was speaking to himself.

“Had to see my ooof-“ You’re unable to finish your sentence because he slants his lips over yours unexpectedly, heavy and hard, and you open your mouth to welcome him as your fingers grip his shoulders. His hands untuck your blouse from your skirt, slipping under the sheer material to hold your waist. You eventually grow light headed as he continues to kiss you passionately, needing to replenish the air he drew out of your lungs so you pull away. His chest rises and falls as he takes in deep breaths of his own, looking at you beneath his lashes.

“Sorry.” He smiles sheepishly but his eyes roam your face as though he is trying to commit every inch of your skin to memory before you fade away again. It’s intense, too intense and you can no longer hold his gaze, feeling your stomach turn to jelly so you drop your head to his chest, your ear pressed against his heart and he holds you there.

“I missed you.” He whispers into your hair, his nose nuzzling your earlobe as he breathes you in and you scrunch your nose, pulling your head back to face him. His arms are crossed behind your back over your blouse so your frame still leans against his from your upper body down.

“Ugh, don’t do that. I just spent almost half a day on a stuffy flight and I haven’t washed my hair since the last time you saw me. I forgot to take my shampoo with me and you know how those white ass hotel toiletries dry my hair out. I probably smell bad all over.”

“You smell like home.” And to make his point clearer, he dips his head to your neck, inhaling and exhaling deeply, his warm breath tickling you. You push against his chest, laughing and he pouts as the cool air from the room replaces the feeling of you against his body instead.

“Well you definitely smell like grass and sweat.”

He shrugs, throwing off his windbreaker.

“Didn’t get the chance to shower before the press conference. I was gonna jump in as soon as I got back.”

“Dang, so I interrupted something?” He looks up at you from a bent position as he pulls his socks off.

“Perfect timing actually. You get an exclusive performance.”

“Is that right?” You suck your bottom lip into your teeth as you watch him shimmy out of his shorts so he’s standing in just his boxers and long sleeved thermal. Both tight as hell and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

“And private backstage access.” He flicks his head towards a door you guess leads to the bathroom. “Join me.”

You twist your lips to the side, humming as though you’re deep in thought when he pulls the thermal over his head, now staring at you with nothing covering his tight torso, and your breath catches in your throat a little bit; he’s truly a sight to behold.

“Last chance.” He smirks, holding his hand out and there’s no way you could say no to his dimples, although you knew you were following him into that shower, dimples or no dimples. You stretch your arm, your palm landing on his and he closes his fingers over the back of your hand pulling you flush to him.

——

You end up in the bath again a while after the shower, Kylian between your legs as you run your manicured nails over his scalp in a fashion you know he loves. He had ordered room service for the both of you, not wanting to go down for dinner with the rest of the squad for the fear of losing out on whatever little time he had with you before you left. Kylian had thought it would somehow be possible to soak chocolate sauce through his skin as he wasn’t actually able to eat it or his nutritionist would have his head.

“Kylian that’s literally impossible.” You’d laughed as he spread the spoon covered in sauce over his bare chest.

“If the hagfish can do it so can I. Shhh.”

“What the fuck is a hagfish?” He laid back on the bed, his arms behind his head and his eyes closed.

“Some weird eel thing that absorbs food through its skin.”

“And you know that how?” You’d shifted so you were lying between his legs, your hands laced over his stomach and you rested your chin on top of them, watching him.

“Vitinha was shouting random facts he was googling on the jet here.” You nodded as you both laid there in a comfortable silence.

“I don’t think it’s working.” Kylian said after a while, opening his eyes to look at his chest to see the chocolate hadn’t diminished at all in quantity.

“Well no shit.”

“Wanna lick it off instead?” He had a cheeky shit eating grin spread across his face as he watched you crawl up the bed towards him. You stopped just as your lips brushed against his, your body hovering above him, careful not to rest your entire weight on him and risk getting the sauce on you too.

“I bet that was your plan in the first place.” You whispered against his mouth before dipping your head and running your tongue over his chest.

“Mmm, and it worked.” He replied, grabbing your face and pressing your lips together as your legs wrapped around his waist and he flipped you over, getting the sauce all over you in the process anyways. It was a wonder amongst everything else you did following that, the bed itself managed to stay clean.

“I can’t believe you’re here.” He murmurs, his hand laced in yours, the one that wasn’t in his hair.

“Only for a little while though baby. I gotta go catch my flight soon.” He grunts disapprovingly, squeezing your hand tighter. “I’ll see you in Paris in a couple of days though.”

“I wish you’d stay longer. For tonight at least.” You feel his shoulders tense against your chest and you move your hand from his head to his shoulders, trying to work out the knots. On nights when he’s feeling most nervous about a match, you knew he loved to sleep next to you, and wake up by your side, claimed it was his good luck charm or something of the sort. So much so that there had been several nights when you’d been woken up at ungodly hours by the buzzing of the intercom in your apartment, letting you know he was downstairs. You’d let him into the building, leaving your front door unlocked as you went back to bed, eventually hearing him enter your room and sliding onto the mattress, his arms instinctively wrapping around you. You’d lean wordlessly into him, letting him take whatever good luck he needed to still his racing mind and calm the nerves wracking his body. It had almost become a kind of ritual for him. And you know tonight, he needed it more than ever, your heart breaking slightly because you’d have to leave him in less than an hour.

“You’ll be fine Ky.”

“I don’t know.”

“Kylian Sanmi Mbappé Lottin, you just became the highest scoring player at one of the biggest football clubs on the entire globe at 24 years old. There’s nothing you can’t do, Boy wonder. World at his feet. The future of football.” You repeat the headlines that had been circulating the news following his historical feat. You wish you’d been there to celebrate with him in the moment, you’d been so proud of him, you were sure the hotel you were staying in in New Delhi had received complaints of the yelling coming from your room given it was well past 1am when you were watching him play and receive his award.

“There’s just so much riding on this match. I’m scared.” He sighs and you feel the heavy weight resting on him in your hands as you kneaded them across shoulders, wishing in your actions you could somehow take some of it on.

“PSG believes in you baby. Your coach, the staff, your teammates, the fans, they all believe in you. Your family believes in you. I believe in you.”

He turns to face you, the water sloshing over the sides as his eyes burn into yours. You smile, running your finger over the frown lines etched into his forehead as you smooth them out.

“You got this-“

“Move in with me.” You both speak at the same time.

This isn’t the first time he’s brought this question to you, and initially, you had been very hesitant. You loved him, no doubt about it, and wanted nothing more than to spend every waking second with him but there’s something so big and final about sharing a living space that scared you. You loved your apartment, your independence and freedom, proud of the life you’d managed to build for yourself. You knew Kylian appreciated that about you, he was never one to make you feel like you needed to depend on him to be better or worth more. He just wanted you around more. You’d thought about it a lot in the week you’d been in India, what that would mean for you and your relationship with Kylian.

“Ky-“

Your alarm goes off on your phone in the other room, the one you’d set to remind you you had 45 minutes to leave, and you’re silently grateful for the interruption.

“Come on.” You rise to leave the bath, ignoring the pained look in Kylian’s eyes as you wrap a towel around your body. “It’s almost 10, you gotta sleep and I need to get ready.”

You step out into the bedroom area, reaching for your phone to turn the alarm off. You’re in the middle of trying to put on your bra when Kylian eventually comes out of the bathroom, digging into his bag for a pair of fresh boxers. He pulls them on and kneels onto the bed, next to where you’re sitting, removing your hands from behind you, his rough fingers brushing against your spine and he fastens the clasp of your bra.

“Thank you.” You say.

“Lay with me until you have to go?”

You stand to lift the thick duvet as you slide underneath it, sitting up against the headboard with your arms open. The corner of his lips lift slightly, his body getting lost under the duvet as his head rests against your stomach, and you run your nails over his scalp once more, soothing him to sleep.

“I love you.” He mutters into your skin, his words vibrating from your abdomen and spreading their warmth all the way to your peripherals.

“I love you too.”

It’s not long before you hear his soft snores against your stomach; he never struggles to sleep when he’s next to you. You reach over to grab your phone, seeing you have less than 5 minutes to leave for your flight. Carefully and slowly, you peel his arms away from your midriff, slipping out of the bed, miraculously without waking him. You quickly put your clothes on and gather your things silently in the dark room (you knew Kylian was sensitive to light and you really didn’t want to wake him), making sure you hadn’t forgotten anything. You’re ready to leave when you take one last look at your boyfriend, resting peacefully albeit the frown lines still present above his brows. You watch the small slice of moonlight cutting through the gap in the drawn curtain illuminate his face ever so slightly, his lips slightly open, his right arm reaching out as though he is looking for you and your heart tugs. There, in that moment, you realise how much you hate you have to leave him, how much you hate to be without him, how much you did need him around you and you make a decision. You spot a hotel-branded pen and some post-it-notes on the desk, quickly scribbling some words onto the paper, hoping it would be legible in the daylight since you could barely see in the darkness. You rip the piece of paper off the pile and slip it into his right boot that he had lined up in front of the wardrobe next to his gym bag ready for the game tomorrow before leaving the room.

———

“COME ON BOYS! LET'S SHOW THEM WHO WE ARE!”

Verratti yells as chorus of “yeahh”s follows his motivational words. The air in the dressing room is thick with anticipation, and excitement and nerves as all the players get ready to make their way to the tunnel for kick off. Kylian blows out a big breath, grabbing one of his boots from his bag. He pulls up the flap as he puts his foot in, stopping when he feels his toes press against something crunchy. A small piece of paper falling out in the process of him removing his foot to figure out what was in the boot. He unfolds it, revealing messily written note, as though the person had written it with their eyes closed, but he can recognise your penmanship anywhere.

BRING IT HOME BABY xo

He smiles at first, not realising the deeper meaning behind your message until he notices several lines underlining the word “home”. His eyes widen as he reaches for his phone quickly, snapping a picture and texting you.

You’re seated on the plane back to Paris from London, having finalised everything with the office so you were free to go home, and you couldn’t wait to get back to your own bed, sick of living out of your suitcase for the past week. You are about to put your phone on airplane mode, per instruction from the in-flight cabin crew, just as your phone lights up with a new notification. You had texted him good luck earlier, and guess he is probably responding to that. You open the message to find he’d sent you a picture of the note you’d left for him with “you mean it????” You laugh to yourself, you know he’s not stupid, he would figure it out.

win the match and find out :)

gonna score two for you.

Kylian is anything if competitive, jumping up onto his feet as he locks his phone and throws it in his gym bag. He had his obvious reasons for wanting to win this game, the most glaringly clear one being it would bring him one step closer to winning a UCL trophy for his beloved club, their first ever. But now he had something else to win for, something he’d been wanting for months now, and absolutely nothing was standing in his way.

Ramos makes his way to Kylian, patting his shoulder firmly.

“You ready bro?”

“More than ever.” Kylian nods, before taking his friend’s hand and dabbing him up. “Listen, thanks again, for earlier man.”

“Don’t sweat it. And look at you, you're glowing! And got a little bit more fire in your eyes. Thank you Y/N!” He raises his hands and eyes to the sky, as though thanking god. Well you. A goddess. A true deity to Kylian himself.

The referee blows the final whistle, 3-1 to PSG, meaning they win by a point on the aggregate, and the ultras crowding the stadium go wild. After all the celebration, he finds himself in the dressing room, high off his win and claps of praise on his back from his teammates as he tries to find his phone to text you.

You feel your phone buzz in your pocket, knowing who was trying to contact you as your Uber pulled up outside the huge apartment complex. You’d seen all over Twitter that PSG had won, and you couldn’t help the surge of pride that bubbled up in your chest as you scrolled through the various tweets of congratulations for your boyfriend and his squad, especially for him winning man of the match. You wait until you’re inside the apartment, your suitcase resting on the wall by the front door before you pull your phone out of your pocket to read the message.

we did it. and i scored two for you.

i saw. had no doubt you could.

You hit send as you finally find yourself exactly where you wanted to be. You’re stood in Kylian’s living room, in front of the double doors on the far left of the large room that lead to the balcony, with the perfect view of the Eiffel Tower, a view you knew you didn’t get from anywhere in your apartment. You could see your yourself slightly in the glass door, you hadn’t turned the light on too bright, so the glare wouldn’t erase your reflection and the background but the monument was still visible.

Perfect.

You look down at your phone to see the bubble that showed Kylian was typing disappear before reappearing again.

so?

He finally sends.

so.

You quickly click on the camera icon in the bottom corner, lining the frame so he could see you in picture as well as your surroundings. You snap the picture and send it to him.

hurry up and come home.

*****

As always, lmk your thoughts, I love hearing from you guys, thank you to everyone who comments and sends me asks, love and appreciate each and everyone of you <3 also GOOD LUCK PSG! LETS GO! 😌💙

[sudzymactavish]

Bloody Love

Makarov x M!reader

This is a really graphic fic so if you're easily disturbed I REALLY wouldn't read this. :(. I'll make fluff soon 😌 ‼️

TW: blood, gashes, cuts, blood, gore, graphic depictions of murder, crimes, drugging, suffocating reader with rag, slurred speech, reader referred as a dog, teasing, reader feeling fear, reader feeling depressed, reader feeling despair, bribes/141 pays Makarov to keep reader, crying, abandonment, cursing, reader is put on a leash, dehumanizing reader, degrading reader (not sexual), reader referred as an object/trophy, reader bathed by strangers, sedating reader, referring murder to art, kidnapping, knives, bloodlust, military, dark themes in general. If I missed any, I'm so sorry. Please correct me if I missed any TWs.

Your shaky legs stumbled to the door, gashes and cuts riddling your body. A trail of blood followed you, barely making it back to your husband and collapsing.

Months before, you were a member of the 141. They were your friends. You could always trust them, and they could trust you.

Although, that changed when Makarov took you all for himself. Using a cloth sprayed with chloroform, he swiftly dragged you away and took you to his safe house in St. Petersburg.

Goodmorning, sergeant [name]. Makarov held your chin in his hand, cooing down at you. The chloroform still had an effect on you, so you slurred out threats; "you won't get away with this. The 141 will sav-" Makarov laughed in your face.

You silly dog. The 141 isn't going to save you he jeered with a smirk. Your heart beat a little faster at that, the fear setting in that they didn't want to come back for you.

"What are you talking about? They're going to come back. I came for them, they wouldn't just-" pay me to take you? Oh, you poor man. They did. One of Makarov's men showed you a briefcase filled with lots of money. About a million, if you had to estimate.

You can't belive this. You won't belive this. They wouldn't leave you like that. Your mind fell down the rabbit hole, and so did your tears down your face. You cared about your friends, and now they abandon you? Leave you with this.. bastard??

In a fit of anger, you tried to jump at him. To cut him, make him bleed, anything. Your attempt was stopped by a cold metal pulling your neck back.

Horrified, you reached up and felt the cool metal. Makarov had put you on a fucking leash!?

I can't have my favorite man escape, right? He pet you, ruffling your disheveled hair. You should get some rest now. I'll be showing you off tomorrow, my little trophy.

He left before you could say anything.

The next morning, you were bathed by his men (you had to be sedated multiple times) and put into a pretty little suit.

You were in despair. You were being paraded to his men around the safe house, that was more like a mansion. Being a criminal was easy money. But none of the money in the world could make your sadness go away. You missed home. You missed the loving feeling you got from the boys.

You ate extravagant food, but you weren't hungry. You just wanted to be home. To feel at home. Nothing could replace that.

One day, after a few months of this, you didn't crack. You were still severely depressed from your only home being ripped away from you. You know, I've seen your file, [name]. Your eyes widened. First of all, how did he gets his hands on that? Also, did he see your past?

In the past, you were a delinquent. Getting in trouble, sneaking out, getting pulled over, mass murder..

You had a really bad problem. You killed a few people—you swear you didn't mean to. You escaped that whole mess and joined the 141, half of you hoping to do good after your horrible actions.

But gosh, you missed that feeling. You missed the blood splatting all over you. You loved seeing that silver blade plunge into their hears. It was art. Red paint covering a canvas, your brush sharp. It was actually half the reason you joined the military, to continue your artistic passion. Would Makarov fill your bloodlust?

I DO NOT condone ANYTHING in this fic. Everything that is done to reader is NOT OKAY. Anyways.. that was really dark. How about something to cheer yall up??

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Hello<3

Can u do something with Gavi, him dating a singer, whos older than him (3-4yrs)

I know, I took years to do this one😣😭 But I didn't had any inspiration for this one but I hope I did fulfil your expectations. Also... I combined two other requests with yours, hope you don't mind😌

Me and You -P.G

Summary: You are a famous Spanish singer and he is a Spanish football player, both together are the star couple.

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"Hello, I'm Isabella"

"I'm Cristina"

"I'm Amanda"

"I'm Y/N"

"And we're Zodiaco" The four of you said at unison with smiles on your faces as Pablo could only focus on you

"¿Lo estás viendo de nuevo?" (Are you watching it again?) Pedri asks surprised making Balde's, Ansu's, Ferran's, Eric's and Torre's attention go to him as he blushed deeply

"Ya, ya" Pablo dismissed the comment

"Is he watching the new game video of his girlfriend?" He smiled proudly at that name call.

Finally after a long three months of him begging and of you denying because you were soon about to go to tour and initiating a relationship with distance wasn't the best option, but after more begging by Pablo's side and with reassurance for both sides of not letting the pretty thing you both had going on fall, you accepted being his girlfriend. You were finally his as he was yours.

That, not adding into the mix you were three years older than him, you were scared at first, it may not be much but you knew how people tended to break out a massive scandal over a small little and almost insignificative thing and you were also afraid of what could people say about it. But like I said before, Pablo dispersed all bad thoughts from your head.

You didn't care if they talked, they would always going to, no matter what; but it was yours and Pablo's relationship, not yours, Pablo's and the whole media's relationship. You learned that and whilst you were still secret to the world, all of your family and closest friends knew about you.

And while Pablo didn't liked being teased by his friends, he was now happy they were calling you his girlfriend... Because you finally were.

"Of course I am" He stated proudly "I miss her" He looked at you trying to dodge your best friend's Amanda's, nose-touching attempts

"Who would knew that the loved starboy Pablo Gavi was gonna be head over heels for Y/N Y/L/N?" Ansu jokes

"Cállate" (Shut up) Pablo said making the guys laugh

You were in the US for your leg of the tour of your second studio album "Comparación" but that also meant you had to do a lot of press tour and didn't have a lot of time to facetime with your four months boyfriend.

The one you incredibly and deeply missed by the way.

You sighed throwing yourself in the couch groaning

"I'm so tired!" You exclaimed closing your eyes

"So am I" Cristina threw herself on top of you as you groaned once more

"I'm dead"

"Who the hell will sing the high notes, now?" Amanda kept on the joke as the four of you laughed when Guillermo, your manager entered the hotel room

"Girls, good news" He exclaimed smiling but soon his smile fell with a frown looking at you and Cristina

"Keep going" She encouraged as if nothing. And it was normal for the four of you. Being together since the first year of high school you have gone through a lot together, you were basically like sisters

"I gotta get used to this" You laugh at his murmur

"What's up?" Isabella asks

"The two interviews you were supposed to do tomorrow are cancelled because one of the hosts is unaveliable and the other had a family problem, also the show of Wednesday was postponed, the scenario broke and I'm not putting you girls to dance and sing around the whole place like that" He shook his head "Which means you have five days off, we'll be here during them and then we'll head off to Los Angeles for the night two and three"

"Oh god, yes, we can rest the vocals" Amanda said

"And the body" Cristina says "I'm not over that fall of a week ago" You all laugh, your phone vibrates with a message notification of your boy and you quickly connect dots.

"Are we free?"

"What did I just say?"

"I meant it in the way that can I go to el Clásico tomorrow and come back on Thursday?" Guillermo nodded

"If you want to, yes. Thursday and before 7pm" You nod pushing Cristina off of you, you quickly grabbed your laptop and purchased the ticket.

It was a Clásico at Camp Nou and you knew how hard Pablo and the guys have been working to break their little bad luck of losing at home. Pablo was nervous and often spoke to you about it and what techniques they wanted to try out, you wanted so badly to be there, for them and for him mostly. He also wanted you there but understood your work and why you couldn't go.

But now, these news fell like a glove. You could surprise him and support him from the stands.

"All done?" He asked as you closed your laptop

"¡Hostias, que quiero ver a mi chico, tengo dos meses sin verlo!" (Fuck, I wanna see my boy, I have two months without him!) They laughed

"I can already imagine his face" Isabella laughed as you smiled lovestruck

"So can I"

...

"Omg, look at his face" Fer, Pedro's brother was speaking to you as you laughed, it was starting El Clásico at Camp Nou and Pablo was already fouled, he had his lips in a big pout and his eyebrows furrowed deeper than always.

He was already pissing himself off and you knew that if he bottled himself up, he would at some point explode and a card (hopefully yellow) was going to be thrown at his way, even if it was better that he didn't got any.

"Although, I would pay everything I have to see his face whenever he realises you're here" You blush smiling.

People had come up to you and asked for a picture, the one you gave them to. Whenever you came to games, you always wore your Barca jersey but with your name and no number in the back. However, today you felt the need of wearing Pablo's jersey. And that you did.

You didn't cared about what anyone would say of your relationship. You only cared about what you and your boyfriend think.

The first half passed through and you were full of nervous. It was 0-0 with both teams having possibilities of winning, both of them giving their everything, fans were hyping their teams like crazy. Both teams came in after the break and the second half started.

This time, Madrid had fall asleep whilst Barcelona was thirsty over that win.

Eventually, Frenkie scored with an assist of Balde at minute 74' and the other goal came in ten minutes later by no other than your boyfriend, Pablo with an assist of Ansu.

You jumped out of your seat and hugged Fer like crazy, you were supposed to be taking care of your vocals but you didn't care, you could deal with it later, you yelled and cheered for your boy who kissed the crest over and over again, his signature celebration making you tear up from happiness.

When Pedri came up to him, hugged him and aparently told him something because after their hug Pablo's eyes racked over the whole stadium until they landed on you. He smiled jogging up towards where you were and he blew you a kiss before yelling a "¡Te quiero!"

You smiled back, blowing him a kiss too and yelled a "Y yo a tí" which had people around you "aw" a little making you blush.

At the end of the match, Pablo was ordered to give a little interview and whilst you were coming out of the seats, someone stopped you and asked you to give a little interview in which you nodded and accepted

After speaking a bit of your new album and the tipical things, the question you knew was coming finally came.

"Gavi te ha dedicado su gol, ¿Hay algo entre ustedes dos? ¿Algo que quieran decir?" (Gavi has dedicated his goal to you, is there something between you two? Anything you want to say?)

"Bueno, nada... Que él es mi chico estrella y estoy muy orgullosa y contenta de su increíble particpación esta noche. El equipo estuvo increíble y pues se merecen esta victoria. Muchas gracias, que tengan buenas noches" (Well, nothing... That he is my starboy and I am very proud and happy of his incredible participation tonight. The team was incredible and they deserve this win. Thank you very much, have a good night)

You smiled and left without saying anything else, you were looking for Gavi and when you finally did you heard something that made you smile and fall in love with him once again

"Gavi uno de los dos goleadores de esta noche, felicitaciones" (Gavi one of the two scorers tonight, congratulations)

"Thank you"

"Hemos visto algo un poco inusual, después de tú celebración has corrido hacia el área de los familiares, Y/N Y/L/N, cantante de Zodiaco, ha estado ahí y le has dedicado tú gol... ¿Algo que decir al respecto?" (We have seen something a bit unusual, after your celebration you have run towards the area of ​​the relatives, Y/N Y/L/N, singer of Zodiac, has been there and you have dedicated your goal... Anything to add?) You watched how he took a deep breath

"Ella es mi hermosa chica estrella, la quiero mucho, tenía varios meses sin poder verla ya que está de gira, me ha tomado mucho por sorpresa verla aquí hoy... No sabía que estaría aquí, solo supe que cuando la ví, tenía que dejarle saber que cada una y todas de mis jugadas, asistencias y goles son para ella, por que ella me inspira a ser mejor persona cada día. Tanto dentro como fuera del campo..." (She is my beautiful star girl, I love her very much, I had not been able to see her for several months since she is on tour, it has taken me a lot by surprise to see her here today... I didn't know she would be here today, I just knew when I saw her that I should've let her known every single one and all of my plays, assists and goals are for her, because she inspired me to be a better person each day passing. Both on and off the pitch) He shook his head his eyes softly turning to met yours, both of your smiles intensified "Ella solo es mi persona, quiero que sepa lo mucho que significa para mí y pues nada... Espero algún día poder expresar mejor todo lo que siento por ella, por que las palabras existentes, no le alcanzan" (She's just my person, I want her to know how much she means to me and nothing... I hope one day I can better express everything I feel for her, because existing words don't reach them)

"La pareja estrella les llamarán" (The star couple will call you) They laughed lightly

"Y/N y Pablo, suena también bien" (Y/N and Pablo, sounds good too)

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[drabbles-mc]

Lost Time

Horacio Carrillo x F!Reader

For Day 25 of @narcosfandomdiscord's July Smut Alphabet: yearning

Warnings: 18+, smut, language, light angst

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: Horacio Carrillo and his messy relationships, my beloveds 😌

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You’d lost track of the last time the two of you had spoken. The last phone call between you felt like it had happened lifetimes ago. The last face-to-face conversation? Even longer than that. You both had the feeling that it was coming. Inevitable was too strong of a word, but it was much more than probable.

It would only be so long before he really started holding it against you. You knew that was coming, too. No one got to leave him and let it be a clean break. There always had to be a little bit of a mess. He was practically hardwired for it.

Which was why you didn’t know how shocked you really were when you walked through the airport and saw him standing there waiting for you.

“Horacio?” you said, adjusting the bag on your shoulder.

“I heard you were coming home,” he said, his tone painfully neutral. “I wanted to see it for myself.”

His tone was controlled but you could see it in his eyes that there was more he wanted to say. There was more that he wanted to get into. He wouldn’t do that here, though, not in front of so many people. The look in his eyes almost made you want to remind him that Colombia might’ve been home for him, but it wasn’t home for you. Especially not once he stopped calling.

“Well,” you shrugged, “here I am.”

Your assumption was that the person getting you from the airport was going to be Steve or Javi. Someone from your team. Someone that you figured might still actually want to see you. It crossed your mind that maybe Carrillo had missed you more than his lack of letters and phone calls led you to believe. That, or he just wanted to give you a bit of a hard time and a cold shoulder about the whole ordeal. One of those felt a little more likely than the other.

He at least helped you with your bags. You had the backpack on your shoulders, pulling one rolling suitcase with you while he had the other. It was amazing to you that you’d learned to parse your life down to three bags. If someone had told you five years ago that you’d be able to do that, and that you wouldn’t feel like you were missing parts of yourself in doing so, you would’ve told them that they were insane.

He loaded everything into the back of the CNP vehicle. You made your way to the passenger seat. Just as you were going to buckle yourself in, Carrillo pulled the driver’s door open. And, just for a moment, it felt like you’d never left. There was that strange air of routine to it all. The problem was that everything else about the two of you felt different, strained in a way it never used to be.

“I was just going to head home,” you said as he put the key in the ignition, “unless they really need me there today.”

He gave a slight shake of his head. “Tomorrow is fine.”

“Alright.”

“Same building, right?”

You nodded, watching as his hand maneuvered the gear-shift and put the car in drive. “Yea. Same building. Couple floors up from where I was before.” You paused, trying to cut through whatever weird lingering tension was still in the air between you. “Peña and Murphy will have to put in a little work now if they wanna come up and see me.”

You were ready for him to make a comment about that. Some remark about how you’d still have your same place, the little shoebox of an apartment that had a balcony with a view that made up for all the rest of it, if you just hadn’t up and left. You could see the comments practically dancing on the tip of his tongue. There was a slight shift in his jaw as he bit them back, and you almost wished that he’d let them fly. Him being angry with you would make the previous weeks and weeks of silence a little more understandable. Maybe even palatable.

Whatever snide remarks he’d come up with, he stored away for another time. Anger that he would take out on someone else at a later date, you were sure. His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he forced out a simple, “Okay.”

When he pulled into the parking lot of your apartment building, you were ready for him to help you get your bags out, and then just leave the rest of it to you. It wasn’t as though you expected him to come up and help you unpack. Part of you was still surprised that he’d been the one to come and get you. You couldn’t tell what his angle was. You’d seen enough of his anger to know what that was like, and this wasn’t it. But it didn’t feel the same way that it used to between you either.

“I can get it from here,” you told him when he set your bags on the ground.

He shook his head. “I’ll help.”

“Horacio—”

“It’s fine.”

Of all the arguments that the two of you were practically destined to get into in the coming weeks, you weren’t going to let this be one of them. Grabbing one suitcase, you left the other for him. “Thank you.”

Slipping the key into the lock on the door, you let yourself in. You walked in first, Carrillo following close behind. You looked around the apartment as you stepped into it. It was nice enough, the way that most of the housing agents were put up in tended to be. It wasn’t luxury, but it was comfortable. That was really all you needed. You’d only be there to sleep anyway, and it wasn’t as though any of you did enough of that.

“I’d offer you a drink or something,” you told him, chuckling quietly as you dropped your backpack to the floor, “but I’m pretty sure I’ve got nothing to offer.”

“It’s alright.”

The two of you stood there in the space between your new living room and kitchen, the one patch of apartment that had nothing furnishing it. You waited for him to leave, or say something. It still felt like you were waiting for the other shoe to drop. You watched him as he looked around, like your government-furnished apartment was suddenly the most interesting thing he’d ever seen before.

“I didn’t think that you’d be the one to come get me,” you told him honestly, cutting through the silence since he clearly had no intention to.

“Why not?”

You laughed, more out of shock than amusement. Carrillo was many things, but he wasn’t stupid. Stubborn, yes, but not stupid. There was no way that he didn’t understand what you meant, why you said it. “You didn’t even want to make a phone call, Horacio.” You shook your head. “Going out of your way to play chauffer didn’t seem like it was going to be in the cards.”

“It’s not that I didn’t want to.” His response was quick, his words quiet. You were expecting an edge to his voice but found none.

“No?” you asked, still not believing him.

“I didn’t think that you were ever coming back. So,” he looked down at the floor, shaking his head, “what was the point?”

“The point?” You stepped in closer to him. “I care about you. That was the point. I figured you cared about me too. Maybe that could’ve been the point.”

“Of course I cared.” He caught himself. “Care.”

You frowned. “Cutting me out without telling me why was a weird way to show that.”

“I couldn’t keep listening to you knowing that I wasn’t ever going to see you again. Talking to you, hearing about your day,” he shook his head, “when I wasn’t part—”

“You were part of it, though,” you countered, practically chest-to-chest with him now. “That’s why I spent so much time fucking calling you, writing you. That was you being part of my day. Me being part of yours.” Tears began to sting at the edges of your eyes, emotions you hadn’t had the time to feel in months bubbling back to the surface. “Then you gave it up.”

“You left first,” he argued, but his voice was still quiet.

“But you stopped trying first.”

He wanted to tell you the truth. He wanted to be able to say it all, but words had never been his strong suit. He wanted to tell you that every night he’d get off the phone and for as much as he loved hearing your voice on the other end of the line, it felt like someone dropped a weight on his chest each time he put the phone back down on the receiver. For as much as he loved reading every letter from you, studying all the intricacies of your handwriting, having to see a return address that was so far from where he was stung. He wasn’t enough to make you stay, and the ache of missing you was one type of pain he didn’t know how to stomach.

There was only a shred of distance left between the two of you, but you erased it anyway. Resting your hand on his shoulder, you squeezed lightly. “I missed you.”

His eyes went to your hand, traveling up your arm until they finally reached your face. “I missed you too.” He took a deep breath, forcing himself to relax slightly as he leaned in and let his forehead rest against yours. “It’s why I stopped picking up.”

Your eyes shut, and you could feel the tears that were clinging to your eyelashes. “You should’ve said that.”

He couldn’t go back and fix what had already happened, change the things that he did or didn’t say. But he could tell you now, at least. “I stopped because it hurt, because you weren’t coming back. It felt foolish, like I was holding out hope for something that wasn’t going to—”

“But it did,” you said, cutting him off. “And we could’ve had all that time.”

It was an argument that the two of you easily could’ve kept taking in circles. He could keep saying you kicked it all off by leaving, and you could keep saying that he put the final nail in the coffin because he stopped answering your calls. You were both right, and it wasn’t getting either of you anywhere.

“And now?” he asked.

You brought your hand from his shoulder to the side of his face, thumb grazing along his cheek. “I still miss you.”

He felt the way your thumb stopped moving, the way the tips of your fingers pressed into his skin just slightly. You were almost pulling him towards you, but you stopped yourself. Like you heard the words but were still deciding what they meant, how much weight was really behind them. So instead of saying anything more, Carrillo decided that he would just show you instead.

Lifting his chin, he moved just enough to bring his lips to yours. A gesture that was supposed to be soft, a gentle punctuation to prove that he meant what he’d said to you. But the moment that he felt the soft warmth of your lips against his, all of that went out the window. The second he could feel the quick breath that you sucked in when you realized what was happening, all he could do was desperately try to pour himself into you.

His arms snaked around you, pulling himself tight to you. His lips slotted against yours, desperate and bruising. Desperate to put all those nights filled with longing and missing you into something that would actually do one of you some sort of good. He didn’t know who was getting more out of it at that point. He didn’t really care.

He was everything you remembered, all hunger and need, traces of cigarette smoke still lingering on his tongue. A filthy habit you had been on him to quit but in that moment it tasted like coming home. Your fingers curled into the stiff material of his fatigues, needing to find purchase in something to make sure it was all real, that it wasn’t just part of a cruel trick he was playing.

He stopped kissing you for a moment, but his lips were still brushing against yours as he spoke. “I missed you,” he repeated.

In all the late night and early morning calls, the letters that went back and forth, he never really said it like that. Not so concisely, so directly. Like saying it as such would’ve given it too much power, made the distance between you and the yearning that filled it a little too real and too heavy. But now you were in front of him. You were here and he was kissing you, holding you. And he could say it. It was safe to say it now because he already had you back.

You were going to tell him the same, let him know that he wasn’t alone in all of this. He never had been. But he didn’t give you the chance. His lips crashed against yours once more, none of the calculated finesse that was such a staple with the Colonel in any other capacity. It nearly knocked the wind out of you, made your knees buckle, but it didn’t matter because he was holding you tightly enough to keep you from crumbling anyway.

Suddenly he had you falling back onto the sofa. He moved you through the apartment with the ease of someone who had been spending time there with you for weeks already. You didn’t fight him on it, letting your back hit the cushions, his body pinning to yours as he followed you down. You were pulling at his shirt, untucking it from the pants of his fatigues. His hands were already working at your button and zipper, each of you trying to peel the layers off each other as quickly and as clumsily as possible.

It'd gone differently in his head, all the nights when his mind wandered and conjured up what it would be like if he got to see you again, have you again like he used to. It was never quite like this when he pictured it. He’d given himself too much credit, thinking that he would be able to hold back at all, control himself. He couldn’t. From the second he felt the warmth of your skin against his, the tickle of your breath against his jaw, there was no moderation to be found.

Next time, he thought to himself as he yanked your jeans down your legs, next time he would drag it out. He’d take his time with you. But this had all been dragged out long enough. He wouldn’t have even taken the time to bother with his shirt if you hadn’t started with it first, but that was one thing he could easily do for you. He didn’t have it in him to take his time, but he could at least give you that. It hit the floor right before the rest of his clothes.

The groan that he let out as he pushed into you set every inch of you on fire. Your nails dug into his back, raking along skin that you hadn’t been able to touch in far too long. His lips moved away from yours, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck right before his teeth sank into it. Your body drew itself to his, wanting every bit of contact you could get.

He settled inside you for a moment, hips pressed tightly to yours. For a moment all of your thoughts about Colombia not being home couldn’t have felt further from the truth. You were fighting to catch your breath and the two of you had hardly gotten started. Your eyes fluttered shut, focused on how he felt against you, hips against yours, his face in the crook of your neck. You tried to pull him tighter to you, unsure if it was even possible to do so.

The second he started to move his hips, all you had it in you to do was let his name tumble from your lips. You could feel what it did to him, the way his movements became a little more desperate. Every thrust, each press of his lips to your skin, all just trying to pull that sound from you over and over again. Trying to make up for lost nights, all the times when he wanted to hear that same breathless tone from you but couldn’t, wanted to feel the warmth of you against him but you weren’t there. It was a lot to ask when you’d only been back in Colombia for a couple of hours, but it wouldn’t be the first time the Colonel was being unfair. You didn’t mind it this time, though, as his hands slid up your thighs, moving your legs so he could push deeper into you. His lips dragged along your jaw and all the thoughts, the memories, the weight of the last few months, all of it disappeared. It was just the two of you again, finally, for however long it lasted this time.

[pinkyjulien]

Ah... finally alone. Together. Stargazing in silence, except for the crickets. The stars watchin' them back

Birthdays are fun; the whole family get together and throw a huge party, you eat and drink all day, late into the evening, where you drink and eat even more. Loud music, people laughing, dancing, celebrating not only the individual but also the clan as a whole. Sharing gifts, hugs and kisses...

They always sneak away from camp once everyone is too busy partying to notice their absence. Mitch took him there for his first birthday shared together with the Aldecaldos, and became a little tradition between them; one of his favorite spot in Arizona. A cliff near their camp, overlooking a vast desert plain

Cuddling there, in the back of Mitch's truck, sippin' on their beers, eager to really get the night startin'

After sharing one last gift, a tiny metal raccoon, welded together from scrap, Val' would tell him; he's the only gift he ever wanted, the one he'd ever need

Like each year, they would make slow, sweet love in the back of this truck, under those same stars, safe in middle of nowhere. Free to moan, shout and laugh against each other teeth as loud as they want. Not having to constraint themselves, to fear someone interupting them They'll Love in warm-hearted embraces, as they always do, during this special night, until morning comes

Valentin & Mitch | 635/? 🧡 Valentin's birthday 🤗 Rest of the set on PillowFort 👉👈

AAAAH So. Yeah I never did anything for either of their birthdays those past three years but hgfhghf hey it's never too late 😳

So yeah ghfh for those who know, it's my birthdayyyy tomorrow (10/09 - 10th september) and of course I projected that into my boy 🤏 It's always kind of a weird week for me, I get some kind of... birthday blues for the whole week, some kind of "why do I exist" crisis GHFHGF but nothing bad or suicidal, y'know, just??? Just There

My birthdays were always kind of tainted by X or Y shit happening the same day, dad being mad and ruining the day by screaming and shit, some bad stuff happening related to our cars, some big money problem, death in the family etc etc juuuuust always some kind of bad vibes during that specific day 🤡

I felt comfortable celebrating Valentin's birthday this time around tho, not to get too personal and oversharing on the internet, but life is starting to fall into places a bit and even if I'm still a lost dumbass, I'm slooowly getting there! I'm almost a year on T, parents finally divorced, yadda yadda

SO YEAH. Have the stinkies celebrating Val's birthday in their own way, as they do 👉👈😌 and have a nice weekeeeend 🧡

[ddarker-dreams]

hello hello 😭 welcome to another episode of Scuffed Designs, BUT LOCK after reading nexus chap 4, I just HAD TO GET MY HANDS WORKING. I used your design as a reference, hope I did your idea of it justice 🫡 (I honestly had no idea what I was doing fr)

Also, I want to leave a few of my thoughts 😭 imo, if everything implied is true, then this gotta be the most cruel yandere you've written thus far??? (Chrollo + Pre-Wanderer Scara Live Reaction.)

I mean 😭 the sheer level of sadism (even tho Blade thinks absolutely nothing of the murder) to know you assassinated the moma of the person who is tapping you 😭😭 knowing they have no clue and it caused them everything from grief and trauma to difficult situations and problems and fhskhskkd I thought kafka was a nice girl too??? like??? 😭

But it's okay - you stellaron hunters can play with ndarling all you like 🫡 we already know she is based and way more cooler than u

And lastly, I love Lear. I am his #1 fan. Look, if Ndarling doesn't want him... I am always available for him... please call me, Lear. You are my one and only babygirl...!

Back to the design - I'm not completely sure what kind of culture Eris has. If it's sci-fi Las Vegas, then I don't think this design fits that well 😅 but tomorrow is another day 🙌

PLEAAAAAAAAAAAAASE YOU'RE SPOILING ME ????????????????? you've shared so much beautiful art, i've never felt so blessed ...

there is nothing scuffed about this ooomg i'm absolutely in love with this design!!! the pink lotus hair accessories and earrings, pretty flowy cape ,, gold accents and her mother's four moon phase broach!!!!!!!!!! AAAAA !!!!!!!!!!!!!! i absolute love the soft pinks and lilacs of the flowy cape 🥺 it's so regal and majestic!!! then the long mermaid skirt with a gradient resembling a galaxy/night sky,, the longer i look, the more i find to admire!!! the white ring in her eyes 😌 so many of miss phaeales' trademarks <333

you actually guessed her path and type correctly GJKlJSKD

while i was drafting out the story, i actually thought to same thing myself... i looked down at my hands at one point and went huh. i'm really about to put this MC through the wringer. both kafka and blade deserve the 'LOTUS-EATER home wrecker' moniker tbh.

lear really is the sweetest boy 🥺 i intended him to be a foil to blade, who prioritizes his selfish needs above n darling's wellbeing. lear almost ventured down a similar path but chose to prioritize her above all else... they deserve to play connect four together, unbothered by stellaron hunters. 😭

as for eris' culture, it has greek elements mixed along with a the sci-fi las vegas atmosphere. especially thelx, the quadrant n darling is from. i envisioned the district the LOTUS-EATER is in to be somewhat visually similar to the las vegas strip at night. as for their clothes, there are variants of chitons, peplos', himations, strophions, shawls, and sashes to name a few... in recent decades, however, styles popular in other cultures have grown prevalent.

so everything about this design is absolutely perfect!! 🥺

[theflyingfeeling]

random thoughts and highlights about the gig at Tapiola Festivaali today 🖤

first fucking row 😭

so idk if it was that that made the show feel exceptionally good, and I find it difficult to rank the BC shows I've been to in any order of excellence, but I'd say this one would go pretty high on that list; their energy was unmatchable and, as always at BC gigs, I truly had the best fun I've ever had 🥺

(which is why I'm still a little dumbfounded and emptyheaded and will probably spend the entire tomorrow crying because I miss them so much and have no idea when I'm gonna see them again jdkdkfjkfkfkf can't they just drop some tour dates for next year soon or at least the "big show" they keep teasing us about so I can experience the serotonin boost of buying another BC concert ticket and have something to look forward to in my sad little life ahaha)

but yeah anyway I am so fucking horny for Aleksi y'all. Wanting him carnally was NOT on my bingo card for this year but here we are 🪦

like. He' just so confident and booby. You know? Cocky bastard. I'd let him *** inside.

@ss4nni caught his stick and we all got to hold and gawk at it. I may have even licked it a little (siis for real sillon kun mukamas nuolasin sitä ni mun kieli oikeesti koski sitä vahingossa lol sori Sanni 🙈)

(too Finnish didn’t understand: I pretended to lick it for the lols but accidentally licked it a little for real. Please pray for me to regain my sanity one of these days)

I definitely am may be a little delusional about a bunch of stuff but I feel like I made eye-contact with Olli one time and then another time when I was doing a little thigh exercise for Left Outside Alone (just pumping up and down instead of just squatting lol ain't just some random dudes gonna tell me what to do)

I waved at Aleksi one time when he came over because yes that's how desperate I was for an interaction with him and he mercifully acknowlwdged my efforts by looking at me and giving me the tiniest nod. So yeah I think I'll name our first-born son Tapio & y'all are invited to the christening 🥰

(unrelated to BC but Abreu performed before them and she winked at me because I'm hot stuff 😌)

got to witness many many many cute Olli/Allu moments (mostly touches) with my bare eyeballs, I feel so blessed and nourished I think I'll live on this for the rest of the year 💗 (she says, knowing very well she will indeed be sobbing her eyes off tomorrow and the whole next week most likely)

I think they all were genuinely impressed by the audience's energy (or at least the first row was fucking fire 🔥🔥🔥🔥) and I know they praise the audience at every show but I'm still gonna go ahead and take their every sweet word as a personal compliment <3

I loved seeing Niko so much? He's a tiny guy and loves crouching so it's not always easy to see him from farther away lol and he was wearing sunglasses the entire show (it was cloudy) but behind the glasses I like to believe he looked at me/us many many times Niko Niko Niko I love Niko 🥰

And Joel was so happy too 😭 happy Joel = happy me, automatically and every time, I need to know when I get to make him happy again by going to see their show, he deserves it and I deserve it 😭😭😭

So yeah, once again BC did what was said on the can: made me forget all about my pathetic little problems and I kinda need that in order to survive so if you need me I shall be refreshing their social media like a junkie asking random passers-by if they happen to have any speed on them, eyes red and visibly shaking because that's how bad I need my next fix

Many many thanks to everyone who hung out and came to say hi!! You all are some of the best people I know, I don't know how you tolerate me or if you even do lol but I'm always laughing so much when I'm with you and I'll miss you guys as much as I'll miss BC 💕💖💕💗💓💞💖

[reashot]

Another Lancaster post

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In the forest during the middle of the night Jaune are practicing his swordmanship in secret from everyone. Everyone except for Ruby of course. Which she help oversee the training and to help give pointer to Jaune.

Ruby: That's good Jaune just keep swinging that blade like that.

Jaune: Yes sensei!

Ruby: Good, now switch to side slash.

Jaune: Yes sensei!

Ruby: Way to go Jaune now switch to thrust.

Jaune: Yes sensei!

Ruby: That's right Jaune keep thrusting that sword... 🫦

Jaune: What did you say sensei?

Ruby: Oh nothing.... (I want you to take out your other sword and use it to thrust yourself inside of me. 😚)

Jaune: Then should I continue practice my thrust?

Ruby: (you should practice your thrust on me instead. 🫠) No that will be enough for tonight Jaune.

Jaune: I see... I can go another round if you want me to.

Ruby: (Ooohhh I bet you can... 😌) No that would be enough for today. And that's a sensei's order by the way.

Jaune: Thank you for keeping me company Ruby. You up for another night?

Ruby: (He should stop giving me this easy ball to bat with. But yes Jaune I want to do it with you night after night and even during the day if you wanted me to. ❤️‍🔥) Of course. Same time tomorrow night?

Jaune: Sweet! And speaking of sweet. I brought us a coffee.

Ruby: Oh thanks Jaune. You're the best. 🥰

Jaune: No problem sensei. Mind if I sit next to you?

Ruby: (I wouldn't mind if you even sit on me 😏) Of course not Jaune. Sit anywhere you want.

Jaune: Thanks Rubes. *sips coffee* So have I improved somewhat?

Ruby: If you are talking about your swordmanship then there's still some room for improvement. But if you talking about something else. I have yet to experience that with you unfortunately. 😉

Jaune: What do you mean by something else..? *shakes head* In any case on my question I take it I improved somewhat. That's a relief then. I was afraid that I didn't. Well I can at least tell Pyrrha that I at least made some improvement.

Ruby: Hey! Don't you know that it's rude to bring up another girl's name when you're alone with another girl right now. 😠

Jaune: I'm sorry Ruby I didn't know. I promise I won't do it again.

Ruby: 😮‍💨 Never mind... Knowing you. You probably the type of guy that screams another girl's name during climax..."

Jaune: What's a climax? Is it a new streaming site that didn't know about? Any way Ruby I'm not the type of person that will do whatever the thing you just said. I swear I won't do it again.

Ruby: No! it's not enough to just promise. What would happen if you have a girlfriend and you suddenly say the name of another girl. She would be devastated. 😣

Jaune: Ruby, I....

Ruby: Wh- what if I was your girlfriend. And you say the name of another girl to me. I - I don't think I be able to live with myself. 😫

Jaune: Ruby if you were my girlfriend. I would not even think about another girl...

Ruby: 🤯 Really!!!??? I mean. Prove it to me. 🥺

Jaune's hand reach for Ruby chin and held it closer so their faces are only inches apart from each other.

Jaune: Okay... Ruby. I love you. You are the only one in my eyes. I swear to you on my honor and on my family honor, that will love you and only you. I will never betray you I will be your knight and you will be my one and only Ruby Rose.

He then plant a kiss on Ruby's forehead to finish his demonstration. It took a while for Ruby to process what just happened but when it finally reaches her. Her reaction towards what Jaune just said to her can be described as incredible.

Ruby: WAHHHH!!! 😵

Jaune: Ruby are you okay?

Ruby: (No I'm not okay! How could I be after hearing that from you. You're such a playboy Jaune. ) I'm fine... 🫥

Jaune: I think I should still look for help...

[brandycranby]

one thing about us is we will combine our interests! so i present to you: soft thoughts about you and jake jensen — animal crossing new horizons edition! 🤍

when he completes his museum, jake asks you to go over to his island for a virtual (but in-person) date night. he says you two can walk around and read all the facts on the signs together. you arrive at his island and he’s waiting for you in front of the museum. when jake’s character gives yours a flower in your favorite color, it’s hard to do anything but giggle into his shoulder as his arm around you pulls you even closer.

on the custom design app, you make a few designs for jake that are a copy of the t-shirts he owns in real life and he loves it so so much.

you don’t think there’s anyone else in the world who uses the nookphone camera app as much as jake. when you finally get your favorite villager on your island, he wants a picture of you 3 together. when you gift him clothing that matches the outfit your character has on, jake quickly puts it on his character so he can get a cute photo. when you’re giving him a tour of your remodeled island, he insists on taking a picture of you in front of your pretty garden of cross-pollinated flowers.

jake is a bit of a history nerd and this extends to art history. when redd visits your island, jake is always happy to help you choose the real artwork. he never has to look it up and it impresses you every single time.

with jake’s military background and line of work, he’s used to living and doing tasks by a schedule. he has a sleep schedule and doesn’t oversleep. lounging in bed is different; he has no problem with that, especially if it’s next to you. jake feels comfort from your presence under the warm sheets, even if you’re still asleep. very rarely does he go past a certain number of hours a night. so on sunday mornings when he’s awake and you keep drifting in and out of sleep, he grabs your switch to help you buy turnips from daisy mae while he cuddles you.

aghhhhhh tt!! 🥺🥺 I love and cherish all of these headcanons so much!!! 🫶🏻💕💕

yes yes going through the entire museum, sitting on the benches together while you're cuddling together irl. or would it be cuter if you were in separate rooms? hehe going into the bug section together and spending time in the pretty fountain room (also screaming and running away from the spider tree, it jumpscared me today 🥲)

his sd card will get so full aaaa but i love that. maybe he's like that irl too. at his niece's soccer games? at your first day of work or promotion or whatever? on a roadtrip? photos, photos, photos. ooo secretly artsy jake? mr art history? photography whiz?? im loves him

hehe tomorrow will be my first time meeting daisy mae (i'm excited - she's so cute) and i'm nervous 😖 jakey needs to take over the stalk market for me, im no good at these things. i see ur veteran jakey details, i love u for it!! hehe just bc he wakes up early doesn't mean he needs to leave me all cold in bed 😌