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Bad Romance | MV 1

Pairing: Max Verstappen x girlfriend!oc

Type: SMAU, PR Relationship.

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4.

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f1wagsofficial Spotted: Alana arriving solo two days in a row for FP & Quali while boyfriend Max Verstappen took the back entrance into the paddock.

Cameras caught only a few interactions, but let’s see what Sunday brings.

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gridgirlie she literally looked stunning yesterday I would also want to make a solo entrance

wifeverstappen lmao that fake couple arc lasted like 3 weeks

f1wagstea i don’t blame her. fake or not, she’s gotta protect her peace lol

redbullbabe33 maybe she’s letting max focus?? she doesn’t have to be glued to him lol

username1 idk they both seem chill… not everyone’s gonna cling for clout

lecfosi16 wasn’t she supposed to be at the garage? hmm

→ f1wagsofficial I think she was in the garage for quali, rest of the time she was I the club with his mother.

username2 first the kiss leak, now this… they were never meant to be.

maxlanaupdates maybe it’s to avoid giving the press too much too soon?

tifosiangel not y’all assuming they’re breaking up cause she showed up in her own car 😭

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📍Monaco Grand Prix

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maxlanaupdates Max and Alana shows up at paddock together. Also Alana was also spotted going to the garage with his mother.

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redbullbabe33 She fits in like she’s been there all the time.

maxlanaschild Her walking ahead to give the journalists space to interview max.

wifeverstappen Max isn’t smiling like that… he looks tired not happy.

username1 Max really upgraded tbh 👀

trulylandhoe I feel like Lando’s definitely teasing Max about this rn 😂

maxyfanforever She got the mom approval y’all. IT’S REAL.

username2 Can she chill for one race? Just one?

teamalanam The way she waved at the cameras all sweetly 🥹

tracktales Too fast, too PR-coded for me.

TO LANDO'S PARTY

Max was behind the wheel, one hand gripping the steering lightly, the other resting on the gearshift. He hadn’t spoken in a few minutes, just the soft hum of the engine and occasional chatter from the outside world slipping through the barely cracked window.

Alana glanced sideways at him. His jaw was clenched, eyes fixed on the road, but not in the angry way she’d feared.

"You good?" she asked gently.

He nodded, but then shook his head. "Not really. P4 feels like a loss when you’ve been fighting for the top since round one."

"You drove hard," she offered. "It wasn’t your fault, strategy was all over the place."

Max sighed. "It’s not even about the position anymore. I just... I don’t feel like I’m enjoying it right now."

Alana stayed quiet for a beat, then said, "You’re allowed to be tired of something, even if you’re good at it."

He gave a soft, humorless laugh. "Problem is, I’m expected to be good at it. No room for tired."

The car rolled to a slow stop at a red light. Max leaned back, drumming his fingers lightly against the steering wheel.

"But hey," he said suddenly, the corner of his mouth twitching up. "Lando won today! That made it better. I saw how happy he was when he got out of the car."

Alana smiled. "He deserves it."

"Yeah. I told him after the cooldown lap. ‘Bout time someone shut us all up." He chuckled.

She said, adjusting her hair in the rearview. "Finally, You've stopped sulking."

He shot her a sideways look. “I’m not sulking. You’re annoying."

"But I'm right."

The light turned green. He shifted gears and they eased forward, city lights starting to flicker more vibrantly now that dusk was sliding in.

"Thanks for not letting Anna push me much today," Max said quietly, eyes on the road. "I know you probably had content to post but-"

Alana tilted her head. "You think I care about posting when you’re this grumpy?"

"I’m not grumpy."

"You’re very moody." She poked his dimple. He didn’t argue that one. Just smiled faintly as they turned toward the coastline, Lando’s party venue coming into view in the distance, lights already blaring.

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maxverstappen1 I’ve been replaced from the favourite to the second favourite.

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alana.miller You’ll always be my favorite, grump.

victoriaverstappen The babies adore her, what can I say? 😌

→ alana.miller I adore you all 💗

wagsexpose101 Who brings a full look to a family dinner if not for the cameras?

maxxalana.fp This is the content we needed. Thank you Max 🙏🏼

landonorris You’re lucky to even be second now tbh.

alana.miller In my defence, I give better cuddles and lots of snacks. 🐣

→ maxverstappen1 Where are mine?

→ alana.miller Get done with the sim fast

→ maxverstappen1 You dont know how fast I can be 😏

username1 They’re such a soft couple, my heart can’t take it.

wifeyverstappen Look how uncomfortable the kids are 😣

f1wagsdaily Jos leaving max at the gas station again because he's p2 in his family's favourite hierarchy now...

username2 Can we get a moment without the “look how perfect she is” rollout?

alanamiller4ever Her with Max's niece 🥺

username3 Them flirting in the comments was not on my bingo card for 2025

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alana.miller Monaco Memories 📸🩶

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maxverstappen1 You can't gang up with my cats against me.

→ alana.miller You're in my team first 😘

victoriaverstappen Monaco’s finest 🤩

wifeyverstappen Tell me you're a gold digger bitch with telling me you're a gold digger bitch.

kikagomes Cutie, we should hang out sometimes?

→ alana.miller Absolutely !!

username1 Mother is mothering the cats, kids ad Max.

username2 No one’s life is this perfect.

alanamiller.fp That dock photo made me sob. She’s such a softie 🥺

landonorris J and S chose their queen and we all bow

username3 All this for a girl Max met less than three months ago…

lilymhe adorableeee💕

alanaxmaxie Her and Max feel like endgame.

maxrbfanclub Max blink twice if you’re being PR-managed.

alanamillerdaily Max can you fight?

SPANISH GRAND PRIX, BARCELONA - JUNE 2025

The backdrop was loud, engines cooling, crews moving gear, fans still chanting names in the distance.

Max, helmet off and fireproofs unzipped to his waist, stood in front of the Red Bull hospitality wall. Reporters swamping around him to get content after the disappointing race.

“Max, obviously not the result you’d hoped for today, P10 after a tough weekend. Do you think your very public relationship with a model might be affecting your focus?”

Everything froze for just a second too long. Max’s jaw clenched. He looked directly at the reporter. Then took a step closer.

“Let me be very clear, my personal life has nothing to do with what happens on track. My girlfriend anything but a distraction. She's very supportive and keeps me grounded in ways most people wouldn’t understand.” His cold tone intimidated the reporter who gulped down and quivered back a little.

The paddock quieted a little around him. “If I finish P10, that’s on me and the car, not on the person who’s stood beside me through every frustrating weekend and still shows up with the same energy and belief.”

He took another breath, running a hand through his hair, still damp under the sun. “I’ll take responsibility for every race result. But don’t ever reduce a woman’s presence in a man’s life to a distraction just because it fits your headline.”

And with that, he gave a short nod to the Red Bull comms manager and walked off with his jaw tight.

RED BULL HOSPITALITY, BARCELONA - JUNE 2025

The door to the Red Bull hospitality swung open a little too sharply, catching the attention of everyone inside.

Max strode in, lips pressed into a hard line. A few heads turned, but no one said anything.

Alana stood near the coffee bar, laughing softly with Geri, Christian Horner's wife, one hand holding a bottle of water, the other brushing her hair behind her ear. Her smile made him feel like everything outside that moment could wait.

Max exhaled slowly. Without a word, he came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Alana jolted slightly in surprise, then relaxed instantly into his arms.

“Hi,” she whispered with a soft laugh, reaching up to place her hand over his.

Geri’s brows lifted slightly, but she smiled knowingly. “Hello Max. I’ll give you two a minute,” she murmured before excusing herself.

Alana leaned her head slightly toward his shoulder, smiling gently. “You okay?” she asked, keeping her voice low, not wanting to push him. She assumed it was the frustrating P10.

Max didn’t say anything. Instead, he just buried his face into the crook of her neck for a beat, breathing in. Alana’s brows furrowed a little, her instincts kicking in.

Still, she didn’t ask again. She just slipped her hand behind his back and began rubbing slow, soothing circles against the tense line of muscle just above his spine.

Max’s grip on her eased just slightly. “Come on, Let's get back to the hotel.” she murmured after a moment, lacing their fingers as they stepped out of the hospitality, the early evening sun casting long shadows down the paddock.

As they made their way to the parking lot, Alana didn’t rush asking questions. She knew how heavy he was feeling and didn't need someone to poke him right now.

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maxverstappen1 Still stamina‑checked by churros ❤️

→ alana.miller 😳

→ lando.norris 🤮 eww get a room

→ maxverstappen1 we already did. Bye ✌🏻

lilyzneime when are we doing another girls’ day?

→ alana.miller As soon as our fanboys stop being clingy. Sure...

→ lilymhe frrrr

wagscentral We loved a cultured girl 😌

flavybarla this Monday deserves a mini vlog 😌

→ alana.miller best monday

alanahatereww no one asked for 8 photos

→ alanapretty no one asked for your opinion lol

kellypiquetlove Max downgraded y’all just scared to say it

kikagomez barcelona dumped and slayed.

→ alana.miller 💕

username1 Her and Max are my Roman Empire

maxlanaforever i just know max has that 3rd pic as his lock screen

lilymhe PhD in ig dumps.

→ alana.miller graduated with valedictory.

zendaya suddenly i need to book a barcelona flight

→ alana.miller @/tomholland2013 Listen to ur wife.

→ tomholland2013 Sure Ma'am.

f1truthbombs influencer energy is so off-putting in F1

maxlanaupdates They stayed Monday and Tuesday to explore the city instead of going to Montreal or back to Monaco 🥹

username2 They're so cheeky and flirty. I can't 😭

maxielovebot trying hard to be interesting lol

alanamillerfpmodel The vroom vroom boy treating our girl right 🫶🏽

MAX'S HOTEL ROOM, BARCELONA - JUNE 2025

Anna tapped her pen against a Red Bull-branded notepad, scanning the week’s headlines on her tablet while Lexi sat poised, legs crossed, notes already highlighted in pastel pink.

Max was slouched in a chair near the window, in his Red Bull polo. Alana sat on the edge of the bed.

“Alright,” Anna began, sliding her tablet across the table. “The race day fallout is manageable, but the clip of the interview is gaining traction.”

Max didn’t flinch. “Good. He deserved to be shut down.”

Lexi gave a small nod of approval. “Your response plays well in your favor. We’ve already flagged and slowed a few of the harsher edits circulating. But you two need to recalibrate what’s public and what’s not.”

“I didn’t plan to say anything,” Max muttered. “But I’m not going to let her being bullied or frowned down like this” He waved a hand vaguely.

Alana looked at him quietly. Lexi cleared her throat. “It’s good that you’re comfortable. But now we have to be intentional. Especially with the next race and the movie premiere.”

Anna adjusted her glasses. “Speaking of... Max, are we still holding on your travel plans for Montreal?”

“No,” he said. “I want her there.”

That landed heavy in the room. Alana blinked once. “You want me at the Canadian GP?”

He looked at her directly now. “Yes. After the way Barcelona ended… I want you there.”

Lexi glanced at her client, gauging her reaction. Alana didn’t smile, but she gave the smallest nod.

“Fine by me,” Lexi said, scribbling it into her planner. “That actually works better for the timeline. You both land in Canada wednesday morning, stay through the weekend. On Monday you fly to New York for the premiere with Christian, Geri and Yuki”

Alana tilted her head, brushing her hair behind her ear slowly. “If I show up for Canada and the premiere… you’re coming to my Dior collection launch.”

There was a beat of silence. Max met her eyes. “Done.”

Anna blinked. “You’ll be in Paris?”

“I’ll be in Paris,” he confirmed, glancing sideways at Lexi. “Send me the details.”

Lexi didn’t hide her surprise, just jotted it down on her planner.

“So,” Anna summarised, exhaling. “Montreal GP with joint press coverage. NYC F1 premiere, coordinated entrance, brief interaction on-camera. Then Dior’s Paris launch.”

“And after that,” Lexi said, “You two owe each other absolutely nothing… for at least 72 hours.”

Alana let out a quiet laugh. “Oh Thank God!”

Max rolled his eyes as she smirked playfully. He stood up rolling his shoulders back. “I'll see you in Montreal.”

MAX AND ALANA'S ROOM, MONTREAL - JUNE 2025

The adjoining door creaked open at exactly 10:43 a.m., like it always did whenever she entered without knocking.

Max was sitting on the armrest of the couch in his room, still half-dressed in team shirt with a towel wrapped around his waist. hair towel-dried and sticking up slightly in the back. His lanyard lay discarded on the table next to his phone.

Alana stepped in like she lived there. “Just wanted to let you know I’m heading out for brunch with the girls,” she said, adjusting her twisted pendent in the mirror while he went back inside to wear his skinny jeans, Alana wishes to burn someday.

Max gave a slow nod, glancing at the mirror as he ran his hand through his hair halfheartedly. “Hmm. Lando offered to have dinner together.”

"Sure." Alana smiled faintly. “Don’t let them get under your skin.” She looked at him in the eye and straightened the collar of his shirt.

He looked over. “They won’t.”

“They will,” she corrected. “It’s media day. That's what they do.”

He huffed something that resembled a laugh. She picked up the Red Bull cap he’d tossed onto the coffee table and walked over to him, adjusting the peak slightly before pressing it into his hands.

“And if anyone brings up Monaco or Barcelona,” she added, tilting her head as she met his eyes, “Just say something vague, and walk away. Don't rage on them.”

He gave a slow blink. “You sound like my PR manager.”

“I should be,” she muttered under her breath, patting is arm. Max didn’t move.

She glanced at the time on his wall clock, then stepped up and leaned in. Her mouth brushing softly against his cheek, like it was a habit.

“Don’t cause trouble before brunch is over,” she said, grabbing the tote bag from the back of the chair.

Max came back to his senses and shyly muttered “I won’t.”

“You always say that.” And with that, she slipped back into her room, the door closing quietly behind her.

Max sat back on the couch and stared at the cap in his hand, the ghost of her kiss still warm on his cheek.

MONTREAL, CANADA - JUNE 2025

The brunch spot was tucked into a cobbled corner of Montreal. The five women had claimed a table near the window, half inside, half open to the breeze.

Alana sat between Flavy and Kika, long legs crossed, sipping her citrus drink. Their laughter flowed easily, until the tone shifted.

It started when two girls, maybe mid-twenties, who sat at the table behind them with red bull merch on, one of them holding her phone angled just enough to not look like she was recording.

Alana noticed them. It came like a sixth sense to notice cameras, after the becoming a public figure.

She didn’t say anything, but Flavy leaned over and muttered, “Ignore it.”

Then came the whispers. Loud enough to be intentional, soft enough to feign innocence. “She’s literally everywhere now. Like, why is she even in Canada?”

“I mean, Max is totally being managed. You can see it in his interviews, he looks drained.”

“She’s just another PR stunt. A stylish one, but still fake.” The table fell quiet for a moment.

Alana didn’t flinch. She calmly reached for the small silver butter knife and spread jam onto her toast.

Flavy glanced at her. “You good?”

“Peachy,” Alana said with a soft smile.

A few minutes passed. More laughter, more food, more ignoring the noise.

Until the girls stood up and approached their table, all too friendly now.

“Hi! Sorry to interrupt, but—” the taller one smiled too wide, “we’re huge Max fans, and we brought this little gift for him.”

She held out a small box, red ribbon wrapped around it. The other one chimed in, “Would you mind giving it to him? You know, since you’re… with him?”

“And maybe a quick selfie? You look sooo pretty!”

Kika blinked. Lily stared. Carmen looked like she might throw her coffee.

Alana smiled, sweetly and slowly rose, brushing crumbs off her cream skirt, and accepted the gift with delicate fingers.

“Of course,” she said smoothly. “I’d be happy to pass this along.”

The girls beamed. “But just a quick note—” Alana tilted her head, stepping just slightly closer, “next time you want to dissect a woman’s relevance, maybe don’t do it at the table directly behind her while wearing merch from the man she just kissed goodbye this morning.”

The girls’ faces paled instantly. Alana didn't stop smiling. She stepped back and handed her phone to Lily with a knowing look. “Shall we?”

The selfie was snapped, awkward but civil. The girls mumbled thanks and quickly retreated, muttering apologies that didn’t reach past their teeth.

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alanamiller Rooting only for the best 🤞🏼

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maxverstappen1 ❤️💙

→ alana.miller 😘

kikagomes queen of showing up and showing OUT

→ alana.miller Why hide such a masterpiece when you can flaunt 💁🏻‍♀️

alanamilfan rooting for her like she roots for him.

maxverstappen1 Stealing my kit so I have more casuals. Wow.

→ alana.miller Love You too 🫶🏽

f1sippingtea Her and Carman cheering for their boys together 🥺

redbullracing No one could slay the RB t-shirt better then you ☺️❤️

→ alana.miller It's totally my colour right !? 🥺

maxsrealwife you’re not the main character. he is.

→ alana.miller Always ❤️

→ username1 kdhckdsuvcouwa

→ maxlanaschild Gurl-

carmenmundt Goerge isn't taking you getting all the attention well 😂

→ alana.miller Sassy little bitch

→ georgerussell 🙄

username2 imagine treating fans like garbage and then posting this like nothing happened

flavybarla This is giving First Lady of Red Bull 🫡

madformax33 you were SO sweet to the little girl in the paddock 😭😭😭

victoriaverstappen Bests💙

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verstappenlion still convinced this is a PR thing...

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maxverstappen1 Why do I agree to roam around everywhere. I HATE IT.

→ landonorris You love my company. Admit it ☺️

→ alana.miller Delulando. We allowed you to hang around so we could get pictures 😂

→ landonorris 🖕🏻

→ maxverstappen1 LANDO NORRIS!

lilymhe she said “casually thriving”

landonorris No PC? You're such a hater 😒

→ alana.miller Cry me a river 😂

verstappensgirl she’s trying SO hard to stay relevant

username1 i miss when wags stayed in the background 😴

maxlanacontent He made it to the first pic of the dump 🥺

danielricciardo jimmy and sassy wants to know your location 😾🔫

→ alana.miller Nooo. Love my babies unconditional!!

→ mamamax She's a keeper verstappen!!!

alanafansforever Yes Max. Keep her protected like that. Good boy.

maxlovergirl87 this is literally staged lol

username2 Girl got Max to touch grass after he started Maxplaining the race to her 😭 ♥︎ by author

→ maxlanaupdates 😂 Alana Liked

→ username2 She's so unhinged. I love her !

simp4alana Red Bull Sales 📈

lanmaxdo Alana bullying Lando was not on my 2025 bingo...

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MAX AND ALANA'S HOTEL ROOM, NEW YORK - JUNE 2025

Alana Miller Gets Ready for the F1 Movie Premiere | Vogue USA

Alana sat on a velvet stool by the window, sipping cold-brew out of a takeout cup. Her skin glowed from the spa she and max went to in the morning. Max was fresh out of shower in a white robe choosing from the three suits brought in for him.

“I’ll be camera ready in… probably 45 minutes,” she smiled, looking into the lens before tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Or two hours if Max has anything to say about it.”

The shot shifted, her vanity scattered with Dior products, pins, palettes, and sticky notes scribbled with touch-up reminders. Her hairstylist, Allen, was sectioning her hair while her makeup artist prepped her skin with moisturiser. On the couch nearby, her stylist was steaming a black gown.

“I’ve been a fan of F1 since I was a kid,” Alana said as the camera slowly pushed in, capturing her reflection in the mirror, back straight, brows being brushed. “My mom was the one who introduced it to me when I was young, and since she worked in automative engineering, she used to tell me all the technical stuff.”

The crew asked which team was her favourite. She laughed lightly, eyes flicking to the stylist’s rack of shoes. “I had a Ferrari poster in my room. Now switched to Red Bull because… well.” She pointed back at her boyfriend.

The crew chuckled off-camera. Max, sitting on the bed behind her in the black suit muttered dryly while wearing his shoes.

"You've been to so many red carpet events and movie premieres. What excites you about this one?"

Alana didn’t even look back, just smirked, “Well, My boyfriend was an extra in tonight’s film. I don't know if they kept his scenes because of his acting skills but if he is, Blink and you’ll miss him.”

A subtle camera zoom on Max. He flicked a Red Bull cap at her and mouthed “rude” with a grin.

“This one’s different,” Alana continued, voice softer. “This one’s… home turf. I know these drivers. I know the stress behind the screens. I’ve seen the grit in the garages. So It'll be great to see the representation.”

They took a break so she could go and get changed in her dress. As she came out. Max came up to her to get his shirt fixed. He mumbled "You look really beautiful and really hot." She punched him before fixing his collar.

"How have you two worked with your busy schedule and still find time for each other?"

Her voice continued as she went back to pick her jewellery. “Max and I keep very different schedules but we try to keep some shared routine like get lunch together if we’re in the same city, talk about our day before sleep even if it’s just on the phone. I didn't have much on my plate since the fashion week season ended a while ago so I went to a few races. He'll try to come to a few shows or events when he can.”

Alana moved to sit on the edge of a chair, holding her heels as her team bustled around her.

“Okay,” she said, gesturing toward the room. “This is Allen, she was in my team since I joined my first agency. Malik’s my makeup artist, Sheiba isn't here today but usually it's the two of them. Daisy is my stylist with Dior.” She gave a tiny wave to her stylist steaming the dress.

“And” she glanced to the side, where Max was quietly chatting with his manager by the minibar. “That’s Max. My boyfriend. And over there is Raymond, his manager.”

The camera zoomed to Max raising his hand imitating her as he approached her. “Bye, Vogue.” Alana laughed as she put on her shoes.

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maxverstappen1 If it was upto me we wouldn't even be attending the event 😉

→ alana.miller I'm right next to you. you didn't have to be so public🫠

→ landonorris For the love of god there are children on this app. YOU PERVERT!!

→ maxverstappen1 🤷🏼‍♂️

babickovaeli very into this femme fatale era 🖤

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alanastylecloset I would personally like to thank her makeup artist and the gown designer for this global gift.

yukitsunoda0511 Max wearing things other than redbull kit is weird.

→ alana.miller I can be quite persuasive 😁

→ maxverstappen1 Yeah you threatened to burned my kit if I didn't comply 🙇🏻‍♂️

kikagomes Gorgeous 🖤

f1tracktrash funny how she’s suddenly SO into F1 now that she’s dating the champ 🤡

landonorris Show Stealers!!!

lestappen4ever They’re making her the main character when it’s literally a movie premiere not about her 😭

victoriaverstappen danger couple 🔥

maxlanaupdates THE KISS 😭🥺🥵

maxverstappenwifey Girl cover up this is a movie premiere not a whore house show!!

damsonidris Damn girl, I could never serve so hard 😭

→ alana.miller You were literally the main character. STOPPP

lilymhe @/maxverstappen Can you fight 😁🥊

→ maxverstappen1 You bet 😡

→ alana.miller OK OK OK... No need to start a war here...

→ maxverstappen1 I'd start ww3 for you.

→ alana.miller Max. Don't.

→ maxverstappen1 I. Would.

alonamiller the most personality she’s shown is her back 🙃

maxmaxsupermax She gave max a major glow up 😭

alanaxangles The fact that she made the caption about F1. My creative goddess

paddockdevilwags One kiss doesn’t make this a love story, let’s chill.

kellymaxperfect You have a boyfriend but still wears such clothes to attest attention. Kelly would've never dressed like this🙄

modelsdailytea Dior does her so right!!!!!

maxverstappen1 If my girl being so hot bother you. You can get off her page 😒

→ alana.miller What happened to you 😭. Max you need to stop. pleaseeee

→ maxverstappen1 Never 👎

lanabananasupremacy max better thank the universe every night. every. single. night.

MAX AND ALANA'S HOTEL ROOM, NEW YORK - JUNE 2025

The hotel room was quiet except for the sound of traffic from the street below. Max and Alana was sitting back against the headboard, scrolling through his phone with a clenched jaw, eyes scanning comment after comment on Alana's page either calling them out as a PR or blatantly hating on her for no reason.

Alana watched him from the other side of the bed, eyes narrowing as he typed back on her comment section. She tried to end his comments with a funny reply but he didn't stop. Without warning, she reached over and snatched the phone out of his hands.

“Hey—” Max reached out to take it back, but she dodged him effortlessly, tossing it somewhere behind her.

“Nope,” she said, swinging one leg over and straddling him before he could shift. “Now you’re stuck.”

Max looked up at her, breath hitching just slightly, like he hadn’t expected her to sit that close. She tucked her legs around his so he couldn’t move.

He blinked. “Seriously?”

“Yes. You’ve been grumpy since I posted on Instagram. Why are you being so… passive aggressive?” she asked, eyebrows raised. “This is supposed to be a fun night.”

His jaw tightened again, but the frustration had a different tint to it now. “People don’t get to say that kind of shit about you, Alana. Especially when they know nothing about you.”

Alana scoffed, her voice rising. “Okay, but maybe I don’t need you to go full knight in shining armour every time someone online has a bad opinion—!”

“You think it doesn’t get to me?” he interrupted, quieter than her but sharper. “You think I’m just supposed to let people talk about you like that?”

“It wouldn't look good on our end, Max,” she snapped, her voice trembling as she leaned in, “I need you to trust that I can handle it—”

A strand of hair fell out of the clip at the back of her head. She was mid-rant when he reached up and gently pushed it behind her ear, fingers brushing her cheek.

She stopped mid-sentence, her breath hitched. “What are you doing?” she asked, voice suddenly small.

He didn’t answer. Instead, Max pulled her to his chest, arm wrapped firm around her waist as his lips met hers, full of passion.

When he pulled back, his hands came to cradle her face, and he kissed her forehead soft and slow.

It broke something in her. “What the hell was that?”, she snapped. Alana pushed off his lap, her voice breaking just slightly as she stood, stumbling back like the air had shifted too suddenly.

“Alana—” Max stood, his voice low.

“You can’t do that, Max!” she shouted, not caring if the entire floor heard her.

“I wasn’t thinking—” he started, stepping toward her.

“No, you weren’t!” she cut in, swatting his hand away when he tried to reach for hers.

She grabbed her phone from the nightstand and stormed toward the door. Max didn’t stop her. He just stood there, chest rising and falling a little too fast, fists clenched at his sides.

She left. And for a long minute, the room stayed very, very quiet.

HOTEL'S BAR, NEW YORK - JUNE 2025

The bar was mostly empty. Dim lighting pooled in soft gold over scattered high tables and the long marble counter. Low jazz played through old speakers.

The only other people were a cluster of businessmen laughing too loudly in a booth and a woman sitting on a barstool, hunched slightly over a glass of red.

Alana slid onto another, deliberately leaving a seat between them. She needed space and so did the lady, by looking at her sad demeanour.

Max’s name lit up her phone again. Call after call. Text after text. She stared at the screen, lips tightening, then flipped it on silent and tossed it into her purse.

Running both hands through her hair, she exhaled and flagged down the bartender. “One spicy martini. Heavy on the jalapeños.”

The bartender raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. Just nodded and turned.

Her pulse was still racing. Her chest felt too tight. She didn’t know if she was angry at Max or angry at herself for caring so much.

She heard the ice shake in the shaker. The click of glasses being set on the counter.

“Man?” a voice said beside her.

Alana glanced over, surprised the other woman had spoken. The stranger didn’t look at her, just kept her eyes on her wine glass, twirling the stem between her fingers. Her accent was faintly Indian.

Alana gave a dry laugh. “That obvious?”

The woman turned then and Alana’s eyes widened slightly. She recognized her. “Wait... You’re Gia Kapoor, right? One of the producers of the F1 Movie?”

Gia smiled faintly, her expression tired but not unfriendly. “Guilty. And you're Alana Miller. I attended a few fashion week where you modelled. And tonight, girlfriend of the fastest driver.”

Alana scoffed, taking a sip of her martini. “Apparently.”

Gia raised a brow. “Apparently?”

There was a pause. Then Gia shifted slightly on her stool, angling toward her. “I didn’t mean to pry,” she said. “But... if it makes you feel better, I came down here because I’m confused about a guy, too.”

Alana blinked. “Seriously?”

Gia nodded. “Our parents got us arranged. We’ve been ‘engaged’ for a while. We didn’t even meet until a month ago.” She laughed lightly. “And it turns out… Ive had a crush on him since a long time. He’s funny and very mature.”

Alana listened quietly, sipping her martini.

“But,” Gia continued, fingers tapping her glass, “he told me after our engagement that he doesn’t think he can give me what I want. That he’s too tied up in his career. Too unsure of what love even looks like in this world.”

Alana’s expression softened. “Asshole. But what can I say I'm stuck in the same spiral.”

Gia looked at her. “But aren’t you and Max together?”

Alana hesitated. “No,” she said finally. “Well yes, but it’s… complicated. We started off as PR.”

“But?” Gia asked.

“But tonight, upstairs, he kissed me like it wasn’t fake. And then he acted like it meant something. And I’m not sure if it did.” Alana’s voice cracked slightly at the end. She laughed bitterly. “And I hated how much I wanted it to mean something.”

Gia was quiet for a moment. Then she smiled, slow and knowing “Alana, I was at the premiere. I saw you two together. I’ve seen people in love.” She looked straight at her. “What you and Max have? That wasn’t for show.”

Alana opened her mouth, but Gia held up a hand. “I’m quite a romantic. How can I complain, I grew up around the film industry and it comes like inherited trait. I could tell, he looks at you like you hung the moon.”

Alana stared down at her drink. “Talk to him,” Gia said gently. “ If there’s a real shot at something… you shouldn’t run from it just because it started out written in fine print.”

Alana didn’t answer. She just sat there, eyes blurry and still, then gave a slow nod.

They continued talking for a while before she put the bill of her three martinis on Max's tab. He deserves this after what he did.

Gia stood, dropping a few bills on the bar with a casual flick of her hand. “Come on, I’ll walk you up. You’re on twelve, right?”

Alana blinked. “Yeah. How’d you—?”

Gia grinned. “My fiancé is on the same floor, so I saw max when I went to his room before.”

Alana slid off the stool, smoothing down the folded hem of her pyjama shirt.

As they reached the elevator, Gia pulled out her phone. “Give me your number.”

Alana arched a brow. Gia smirked. “Support group for women entangled with emotionally repressed, work-obsessed men. We should be friends.”

" Of course" Alana laughed again and gave it. The elevator opened, and they stepped in. Once on twelve, Gia stepped out with her. “Which one’s yours?”

“1216,” Alana said, pointing to the right. "We have to share the room tonight."

Gia made a face. “You poor thing."

They walked together in silence until they reached her door. Gia stopped. “You good?”

Alana nodded. “Actually, can I come over to yours, if its alright either way you”

Gia shrugged, then pulled her into a brief hug "— the kind that didn’t feel forced, just warm and real. "Come on. I have some takeouts leftovers. We can watch a movie too."

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beffrmin · 3 days ago

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SKZ OT8 Smut Headcannons.

Hey, so I am a new writer.. let's not hate too much? Everything I write is just what I imagine from their personalities.. and how I will get used to writing them, for right now.. so yeah.

For my beginning, first post, or whatever you want to call this.. I want to establish that this is just for fun.. I do not mean harm to any of the idols I write about. This is just from a curious and open mind.

This is set up kind of like one of those "pick your poison," kind of posts, so just go down the list and find your bias if that is all your here for.. if not, then with your interest here as someone looking for stories, this is going to be how their sexual preferences are for these fictions. Before I make a full story, I will upload bits and pieces of small stories to adjust with writing their personalities.

So, without a further a due :

‼️WARNIGS:‼️ This is sexual content and only 18+ should interact with this.‼️MDNI‼️If you are easily disturbed by BDSM and/or anything besides vanilla sex, this content is not for you.‼️

Thank you...

Christopher Chan Bahng. ؛ ଓ

˙ᵕ˙ Basics..

ᝰ.ᐟ "Nah, let's just wrap 'em up." Listen, he has seven grown ass children.. take the damn condom or get no dick.

ᝰ.ᐟ Daddy Dom. It's undeniable at this point. Chan likes being called daddy, he likes taking care of you, after he has wrecked you. He likes being able to discipline you, when you act out.

ᝰ.ᐟ Face-off. This is his favorite position. He likes you in his lap, facing him, while he sat straight up, fucking into you. Yes, usually it would be riding.. but Chan isn't really into that, he wants to control your orgasms and make you cry.

ᝰ.ᐟ Boobs or Ass? Ass.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-ons..

ᝰ.ᐟ Angry Sex. Let's just say, he enjoys this so much, he'll sometimes picks fights with his members, just to come home and fuck all of that anger into the mattress with you.

ᝰ.ᐟ Light Bondage. Bondage gets very iffy with Chan. He doesn't want to hurt you, so his quick fix to it is truly a way you can enjoy it and he doesn't have to worry too much.. he will only tie the wrist and the ankles.

ᝰ.ᐟ Pet names and Praises. Not many things turn Chan on, that are non-sexual.. but when he does something for you and you use just the right pet-name, praising him for it.. he feels the heat picks up and he just wants to fuck you right there..

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-offs..

ᝰ.ᐟ Humiliation. He hates this, not only for you, but for him too. He hates having to humiliate you or your sex life, just to get off. It makes him feel icky and he goes soft. It's intimate and he wants to make you feel that way.

ᝰ.ᐟ Impact Play. If he needs to discipline you, he will in other ways. He doesn't feel right laying a hand on you, even if you consent to it. It's just the type of man he is.

Lee Minho. ؛ ଓ

˙ᵕ˙ Basics..

ᝰ.ᐟ "Fuck the condom, I don't care.." No, because he actually despises condoms.

ᝰ.ᐟ Bratty and, slightly, Sadistic Dom. Minho is a Brat tramer who responds to a Brat, by being bratty. He also can be extremely sadistic. You're bratting him in public? "Don't make me fuck your slutty cunt, right here in front of everybody, baby.."

ᝰ.ᐟ Missionary. This is his favorite position, mostly, because he does have a lot of control in this position. Plus, when he cums inside of you, it feels almost primal to him in that position. The most intimate.

ᝰ.ᐟ Boobs or Ass? Boobs.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-ons..

ᝰ.ᐟ Control. Minho loves watching you crawl and beg for him. He loves to play the games. Anyway he can control you, he will try. Mind games, humiliation, or even dirty talk. He just likes watching you get flushed.

ᝰ.ᐟ Thigh Riding. He will sit there for hours, watching you use his thigh to rut against. He will sit there and rock you back and forth, while he palms at himself and whispers dirty approvals to you.

ᝰ.ᐟ Dumbification. Minho will give the most shit eating grin during sex if he realizes he made you go dumb, which, at that point, leads to his agenda being: make her into a zombie.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-offs..

ᝰ.ᐟ Blood Play. He is a freak, but Minho draws a solid line at the sight of blood. That is just not his cup of tea and he panics the moment he sees it. He wants to be rough with you, not hurt you.

ᝰ.ᐟ Knife Play. Knife Play equals drawing blood, which equals a solid, hard no from Minho.

Seo Changbin. ؛ ଓ

˙ᵕ˙ Basics..

ᝰ.ᐟ "I'll just pull out." There is really no telling with Bin, he might wear one or he might not.

ᝰ.ᐟ Brat Tamer. Changbin loves a challenge. His challenge is often you. Which means, for him to be able to break you into a bed, he has to get you to behave right.. which is mostly physical restraint.

ᝰ.ᐟ Up Against the Wall. Legs wrapped around him, while he thrusts into you, while you against the wall. It's his favorite position, mostly, because it shows you how strong he is.. being able to pick you up and fuck you like that.

ᝰ.ᐟ Boobs or Ass? Both.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-ons..

ᝰ.ᐟ Filming. He loves to film you and the intimate time that goes in between the two of you. He doesn't post it. No, he just saves it for his own later uses, but he loves the films a little more, knowing he had your trust while filming it.

ᝰ.ᐟ Marking. Bin isn't really a jealous person. He knows all to well that you would never cheat on him.. but other men have wandering eyes and he doesn't like that too much. So, hickeys and bite marks. Everywhere. His pants get tighter every time he sees one.

ᝰ.ᐟ Power Play. As much as Bin hates to admit it, he really does have a thing for out-powering you. He likes knowing he could bend you over at any minute to fuck you senseless.. so sometimes you please him with a little free-use here and there.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-offs..

ᝰ.ᐟ Sharing. This is a big no from Changbin. To be honest with you, if you even bring the idea up to him, he might low-key crash the fuck out on you. He isn't too fond of having to share what is his, especially with his dumbass members.

ᝰ.ᐟ Impact Play. Listen.. Bin is strong, he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you in some shape or form. He would rather just avoid it at all costs. He will physically restrain you all day, but hitting is something he won’t do.

Hwang Hyunjin. ؛ ଓ

˙ᵕ˙ Basics..

ᝰ.ᐟ "If you don't care, I won't use it.." Yeah, Hyunjin is a firm believer that it feels so much better without a condom.

ᝰ.ᐟ Voyeurism Dom. He is the kind of man who wants to watch you touch yourself for hours, torturing you with the fact that he could make you feel so much better than toys and fingers.

ᝰ.ᐟ Cowgirl. This is his favorite position, mostly for the reason he can see all of you. He loves watching you fuck yourself on his cock.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-ons..

ᝰ.ᐟ Threesomes. This is something he suggests.. not to get another girl in for, but to get Felix in for. This man actually loves watching another man take you. It makes him feel even better when he's watching you take him and his best friend at the same time.

ᝰ.ᐟ Oral Fixation. He gives amazing head.. like ungodly, unreal, great head. But he has a fixation with watching you suck him off.. it's like he's more into watching you do it, rather than the actual pleasure that comes from it.

ᝰ.ᐟ Cum Play. He will cum inside you.. fuck it in some.. play it while it is sobbing out of your pussy.. keep fucking it in.. then out of nowhere, rub it onto your tits and lips.. then continue to fuck his cum into you.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-offs..

ᝰ.ᐟ Bondage. Yeah, uhm, he is terrified of hurting you in any way, at all, whatsoever. He said, "I love you, but no. It can cut your circulation and I don't feel comfortable doing that to you." He was at least respectful.

ᝰ.ᐟ Impact Play. Also for the same reasons as bondage. He just doesn't feel comfortable laying a hand on you in a way that could hurt you. It would honestly make him feel like shit.

Han Jisung. ؛ ଓ

˙ᵕ˙ Basics..

ᝰ.ᐟ "Shit.. I forgot the condom again.." He tries to use one, but Jisung gets so pussy-drunk, he just totally blanks putting one on.

ᝰ.ᐟ Pleasure Dom. He wants you shaking. His main focus is you and your pleasure. This can often get mistaken as a service dom, but the difference is a pleasure dom is more pussy-drunk and much more gentle.

ᝰ.ᐟ Face-sitting. He doesn't exactly have a favorite position.. he just wants you to sit on his face. That is the only way he wants you and prefers to have you: humping your clit into his nose, while he tongue devours your core.

ᝰ.ᐟ Boobs or Ass? Pussy.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-ons..

ᝰ.ᐟ Face-fucking. Listen, Jisung isn't rough.. but when you brought up the idea, he was iffy on it. Well, turns out he fucking loves it. He feels bad making you cry and hurting you, but he can't get over how pretty you sound gagging and choking on his cock. He always apologizes right after.

ᝰ.ᐟ Moaning. He goes feral the moment he hears you moan. It like flicks this switch in his head and he starts going deeper.. then deeper.. then next thing you know he is starting to speed up.

ᝰ.ᐟ Marking. His is a bit different from the usual marking kink. Jisung really loves finding scratch marks on him after sex, he later brags about them to Minho.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-offs..

ᝰ.ᐟ Roleplay. Jisung is not the biggest fan of it. Not for the reason he hates it, but he really can't take it seriously enough to stay hard. He would start laughing and try to understand how this was how you wanted to enjoy your night, instead of him giving you a toe curling orgasm.

ᝰ.ᐟ Impact Play. Also, just not the biggest fan of it. He doesn't really like the idea of raising his hands at a woman. The most physical he will get is light tugs to your hair, but hitting is stepping a line for him.

Lee Felix. ؛ ଓ

˙ᵕ˙ Basics..

ᝰ.ᐟ "Com'on, darlin'.. we need to be careful.." The thought of becoming a father scares Felix..

ᝰ.ᐟ Service Dom. His pleasure is completely your pleasure. That is how he gets off to you. He has little things he asks for, but most of the time his focus, is your pleasure.

ᝰ.ᐟ Missionary. This is what feels most natural to him. It's his way of showing you all of his love, plus he loves eye contact.

ᝰ.ᐟ Boobs or Ass? Both.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-ons..

ᝰ.ᐟ Anal. This was a shock to you. When he asked you to roll over, you thought this man was going to be hitting it from the back and all you got was a pop and a cock into the ass. He just has a thing for ruining every hole.

ᝰ.ᐟ Cock-warming. This was something that you two found out accidentally. More like, you found out accidentally, he was just trying to game. Now, every time he games, you have to be there sitting pretty and still for him.

ᝰ.ᐟ Breath Play. He surprised this one on you, but you didn't debunk. It was extremely iffy to be honest. You two looked into it a little better and next thing you know, Felix loved it. He loved the feeling of you panting and trying to catch your breath underneath him.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-offs..

ᝰ.ᐟ Blood Play. Felix just doesn't want to hurt you. This also disqualifies knife play. He does not like the thought of hurting you or making you bleed.

ᝰ.ᐟ Impact Play. Same thing as the blood play. It doesn't sit right with him, raising a hand at a woman for no reason, not even for his own pleasure.

Kim Seungmin. ؛ ଓ

˙ᵕ˙ Basics..

ᝰ.ᐟ "I am not trying to be like Chan." Yeah, don't try to convince him otherwise.

ᝰ.ᐟ Rigger Dom. What can he say? He has a thing for ropes. Most of all, he loves seeing you in ropes. He has every ounce of control when he is on top of you and you're restrained down. That's a type of trust that lights a fire in him.

ᝰ.ᐟ Arched Doggy. Face down, ass up, hands tied behind your back, that's the way he loves to fuck.

ᝰ.ᐟ Boobs or Ass? Boobs.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-ons..

ᝰ.ᐟ Mirror Sex. He made you get a mirror in your bedroom, that way he could watch himself fuck you. Both of you have mirrors in your rooms, facing the bed for this purpose. Seungmin will even go as far as to grab your hair and force your head up to watch.

ᝰ.ᐟ Cum Denial. This is the real Seungmin now.. ties you up, teases you for hours on end, just for his pleasure. He likes seeing you writhe away into the bed, making you cry, as he pulls the vibrator back to deny you again.

ᝰ.ᐟ Dacryphilia. His dick twitches the moment he sees tears during sex. He will do everything to make more of them slip. Seungmin has the firm belief that you look beautiful when you cry.. plus, he has to be doing a good job, if you're crying about it.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-offs..

ᝰ.ᐟ Bodily Fluids or Vile. This means no blood, no piss, no shit. He doesn't do that nasty shit. He would rather have sex with Changbin, before you try to arouse him with your bodily fluids.

ᝰ.ᐟ Feet. This man will not kiss you head to toe. This man will kiss you head to shin, before he starts gagging, because, he is way too close to a foot. He loves you, there is nothing wrong with your feet, he just hates feet.

Yang Jeongin. ؛ ଓ

˙ᵕ˙ Basics..

ᝰ.ᐟ "Okay, baby.. if you insist." Jeongin wanted the condom at first, but it was so easy to talk him out of it.

ᝰ.ᐟ Gentle Dom. He's sweet. Like everything he does is in your mind. Everything he does is out of love for you. That's what makes him so special. Every touch, he appreciates you like some masterpiece.

ᝰ.ᐟ Cunnilingus. Jeongin doesn't have a favorite position. He likes to eat you out. Right between your legs, while you lay back doing whatever you want. Your thighs squish his head, just a bit, every time something feels just a little too good. That is what he wants.

ᝰ.ᐟ Boobs or Ass? Thighs.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-ons..

ᝰ.ᐟ Public Sex. This is the freakiest he has gotten. Every time you guys are out, he wants inside your pants. For some reason, he has the biggest fixation with quickies when the Kids are nearby. He'll hear one of them coming and, "Baby, come sit on my lap.."

ᝰ.ᐟ Praising. He loves praising you. He found out if he praises you at just the right time and with the right words, your walls hug him in ways that make him nearly bust.

ᝰ.ᐟ Breeding. After suggesting no condoms to this boy, he was a bit nervous about it.. then you realized it awoken something in him. That being, he really likes the idea and the risk of filling you, stuffing you, and possibly.. getting you pregnant. It's just a fantasy of his.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-offs..

ᝰ.ᐟ Pet Play. He isn't kink shaming, he just doesn't get the point in it. He thinks it's something a little strange and it isn't something he really wants to test the waters with.

ᝰ.ᐟ Sharing. Jeongin does not show it, but he is a jealous person. He doesn't like other men looking at you, why would he be okay with them sleeping with you? You are his and his alone. And he's pussy-whipped.

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dfroggofarson · 2 days ago

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Your room is dark and still. It is well past midnight, the slow muffles of the city coming inside through your half-opened window only lulls you more into your dreams.

But not the man sitting in your chair.

You jolt awake, eyes runnig around your room, and your uneasiness becomes justified as soon as you meet with the hazel eyes fixed on your form.

"What the...?!" You panic even more when you realize who's eyes you're looking into.

Kento Nanami sits in your chair in the corner of your bedroom, all leaned back, legs crossed, fingers intertwined in his lap. Your breathing is ragged, you're feeling transparent, see-though and bare - you are just in your pajamas.

So many questions flood through your head, but you don't start yelling.

No, not when it's him.

"Nanami, why... why are you here?"

You instinctively tighten the blanket around you when he moves. He stands up slowly, straightens his suit, and makes his way to your bed. You want to run, scream for help, but his gaze mortifies you.

Nanami sits on the edge of your bed, just inches away from you, and slowly reaches out. You want to pull away, but before you could do that, he grabs your face in a flash. He is not violent, doesn't squeeze your cheeks at all, just holds it.

If you weren't terrified to your core, you would have said that in his eyes, you saw love.

But you aren't going to mistake it for obsession.

He tilts his head, still not letting go of your face. He, instead, starts carressing your skin with his thumb. "You have no idea how beautiful you are. The things I would do for you..." He trails off, getting lost in thoughts you knew no way in hell were healthy.

"Nanami..." you begin, but stop again when his eyes meet yours.

You only realize there is something splattered across his face when you look closer.

Your blood runs cold.

"Nanami, what happened?" You ask, and hope to God it was just some syrup or anything else than what you know suspect is on him.

He humms in question, then reaches for his face. He smudges the liquid and looks at his hands. "Ah, sorry, sweetheart. Had some business to tend to before I came to see you."

You watch in horror as he licks the blood off his thumb, then frowns. "Yours is so much more tasty."

He tries to reach for your face again, expression still firm and cold, but you grab his palm mid-air. He watches as you set it back on his thigh. "Nanami. Why don't we talk about this in the morning? I'm really tired now."

You want nothing more than to have him out of your room, your whole life, but you are alone in your apartment in the middle of the night, with your phone out of reach. And you know well how he gets when something upsets him. So instead, you yawn, pretending to be sleepy - in truth, your heart is racing, nerves just a move away from snapping. But you give him a small smile you know he'll notice despite the dark.

Nanami blinks, then snickers (which sounds more like a scoff). "Sorry, I got ahead of myself. I know you like your sleeping hours undisturbed," you almost sigh in relief when he stands up from your bed. "Then I'll meet you in a few hours. I'll get you some coffe and a croissant."

"Okay," you just reply, and fake a yawn again.

"Good night then, sweetheart," he waves you goodbye, but before exiting your room, hand already on the handle, he stops. "I can see right through you, love. You don't have to go around lying to me all the time."

You freeze again, and he turns to face you this time.

His stare is gravely sharp.

"Don't lie to me."

A second later, the door closes, and you don't dare to collapse onto the bed and start sobbing until you're sure he's out of your apartment.

You have no idea he's still standing outside your bedroom door.

I realized I only post CB and random shitposts, which is not cool. evil!Nanami has been bugging me for exactly three days, so inspired by Erika Lundmoen's song Yad, I wrote this little thing. Do you like it?

Read chapter one of I want it All here >>

dividers by @strangergraphics and @cursed-carmine

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poppyseed-cookie · 5 hours ago

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(In honor of 1,000 notes, here’s the story behind this post)

Haha it’s a little roleplay au. I’ll explain it since u asked, it’s actually a lot less focused on the art I showed than you’d think. Warning, it’s all beast x ancient (this is a shadowvanilla post so I doubt that’s much of a problem for ppl but in case yall don’t like the other bxa ships)

Soo, for whatever mysterious reason, the Ancients get transported back in time to before the Beasts were corrupted. Millennial Tree, having powers of Time and all, noticed this happened, and said “okay, don’t worry, I’ll find a way to get you guys back to when you’re supposed to be. As long as you don’t create or destroy any life, I should be able to fix the timeline, so just hang out and have fun or whatever until I figure out how to get you guys back”

So the Ancients are just like “cool vacation in prehistoric times ig (we call them prehistoric times cuz technically the history of these times is practically all erased lol)” so they just tour around and see what the Beasts were like in the past as Virtues.

First off, we don’t have Silent Salt lore, so White Lily just went “awesome I love studying things that cookies shouldn’t normally be able to” and just completely wandered off doing her research on literally everything and they just don’t see her 😭 ngl I keep imagining she’s going to Solidarity Salt’s Concerts for some reason I can’t make this canon I don’t think they held concerts why would they be a singer I shouldn’t even be typing this I haven’t even told my sister (the one I rp this with) this stupid idea

ANYWAYS… Golden Cheese just goes sight seeing, not wanting to get into any trouble. Hollyberry wants to go see the Garden, but immediately gets distracted by visiting all the bars she can find and tasting all the prehistoric drinks. Pure Vanilla enrolls into the Fount of Knowledge’s school because he just wants to see what his teachings were like. Dark Cacao… the real story begins with him.

Dark Cacao saw that cookies lined up to get their wishes granted by Master Flour Cookie. He figured, since that’s his beast and all, he should go and see what it’s like. So he stood in line and eventually got to her. She asked him what his wish was, and then he realized he stood in line that WHOLE time not having a wish. He said “uhhh I just came here because I wanted to see you”. Master Flour’s not really sure what to do about that one. It feels really awkward so Dark Cacao asks her what her favorite food is. She answers, and he wishes for some of it, which she grants, but only for him to tell her to have it. He remembered that cookies weren’t very nice to the Beasts from what he could gather, so he figured he’d do something a little nice for her. Then he left.

Master Flour Cookie was stunned. A cookie shows up with only the desire to see her? And wishes she would give herself a treat? She’d never had a cookie be so kind and selfless to her. She goes to the other Virtues and tells them about this mysterious cookie that warmed her heart, and Sugar of Happiness immediately encourages her to pursue this feeling of happiness. Master Flour’s not sure if she can, but the other Virtues, especially Sugar of Happiness and Fount of Knowledge, offer their help.

So Dark Cacao is just walking around when suddenly the Sugar of Happiness swoops down from the skies, picks him up, and flies him over to the Ivory Pagoda. Scariest moment of his life. Once he’s there he discovers that Master Flour Cookie is interested in him. Romantically. Oh no no no. How could this happen??? This is the beast of APATHY. It’s so unnatural to see her this flustered… she’s not supposed to like anyone!! But what’s Dark Cacao gonna do? Break her heart? Nope.

So when he gets back to his Ancient friends he explains the situation. They’re all shocked. “What did you do to make Mystic Flour fall in love with you??” but when he explains what he did, they all go “OH MY GOSH UNMATCHED RIZZ!!!! DUDE YOU TOTALLY RIZZED HER UP!!!! THAT WAS SMOOTH!!!!” He doesn’t believe it except he has to believe it because why else is he in this situation. Also I can’t forget to mention that the Fount of Knowledge approached Dark Cacao, circled around him, nodded, and left at one point which also terrified him. (Fount was analyzing him to figure out what sort of things he likes to help Master Flour out in her dating escapades)

Now let’s have a look at Pure Vanilla. It’s VERY IMPORTANT to note, that, this au is based on my roleplay, and in that roleplay, Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk ARE IN A RELATIONSHIP. So, he enrolled into school to see what his Present boyfriend was like in the Past. He’s been studying at the Blueberry Milk Academy, and enjoying it for the most part… but there was one thing that ruined it for him. And that was the other students in his class. They didn’t enjoy the Fount’s more creative ways of teaching (especially the songs they were forced to learn) and would sometimes talk during lessons. Pure Vanilla would sometimes snap at his classmates if they were disrupting the Fount’s lessons, and was always very encouraging of the Fount’s creative lessons. He always spoke many praises of the teacher and how he’s proud of him for doing such a good job teaching the class.

This is also where his classmates ruin the experience for him. He didn’t have many friends. That’s because… there was a rumor about him going around class. A rumor that he was crushing HARD on the teacher. His classmates were all very disturbed by this and constantly told him “dude the Fount of Knowledge isn’t gonna screw you” and he kept insisting that was NOT his goal, he’s NOT into the Fount, he just really enjoys class. Yet his excellent grades didn’t help the rumors. He was basically the “teachers pet” except nobody called him that especially because it felt more like he wanted the TEACHER to be HIS pet. Pure Vanilla is absolutely stunned at these rumors. Like, sure that’s his future boyfriend, but he wasn’t trying to do anything!!! Just school!!!

For a while, it’s just rumors and a lack of friends. But eventually, the Fount starts to see the evidence pile up that his top student Likes him. He doesn’t know how to react, and confides in his fellow Virtues that one of his students seems into him. A very good, kind, and attentive student. Seeing as they all got Master Flour a boyfriend, they immediately encourage Fount to pursue this as well. No one had ever treated the Fount as lovingly as Pure Vanilla, so he went along with this idea, not receiving any help since he can already see Pure Vanilla during the day and he also hates admitting when he’s not sure what to do so of course he wouldn’t ask for any further help.

So one class, the Fount nervously asks to see Pure Vanilla after class. He’s surprised by this but is like “ok”. His classmates are STUNNED. “Surely not…” they think. After class it’s just Fount and PV. Fount gets really flustered and says “so, um, d-do you want to, um- NEVER MIND!!!” and he tries to run away but trips and almost cries from embarrassment. Pure Vanilla is nice about it and tries to make sure he’s ok. PV gets the message and gently accepts Fount’s offer, careful not to scare him off. Sooo now they’re a thing.

Also yes, Dark Cacao and Master Flour are dating. He didn’t want to break her heart. He has tried coming up with excuses for why it wouldn’t work out but she grants wishes bro she has the power of Volition SHE CAN MAKE IT WORK. He refuses to say “I’m not interested” so there’s nothing he can do (but is he really not interested…?).

Pure Vanilla tells his Ancient friends that he’s dating the Fount of Knowledge now. They are not surprised, except for the fact that TWO of them are now dating Virtues. At least THIS time Pure Vanilla was ACTUALLY already dating the guy in the present…

Seeing as this post is focused on purefount y’all probably want me to go into more detail about that. They’ve had a lot of developments and gotten really close, the Fount of Knowledge lets Pure Vanilla call him Blueberry Milk now and he’s learned things that he didn’t know about Shadow Milk. Blueberry Milk is willing to be so open to Pure Vanilla in part BECAUSE he has this strange sense that the two of them have a far deeper connection than normal cookies, not realizing they are actually soulmates.

In terms of close calls like the post, Blueberry Milk DID absolutely scare the life out of Pure Vanilla by asking “oh by the way, I don’t recognize the fields you grew up in! Where is that? Oh, right, forgot to mention, I looked into your memories 😊” Pure Vanilla considers himself very lucky that he seems to have ONLY looked into his childhood, which doesn’t have any super incriminating evidence of being a time traveler with a soul jam, (Blueberry Milk was only curious WHERE Pure Vanilla came from, that’s why he only checked as far back as he could remember) but the fact that Blueberry Milk has the power to see into his memories is very concerning. Luckily the Fount doesn’t seem too interested in prying, but man.

The other Ancients start to get concerned about all this plus the fact that Blueberry Milk has discovered that the cookies catching the attention of the Virtues (skipped over GC and BS don’t worry I’ll loop back to that shortly) are all actually friends, AND wants to come over and visit them sometime, they’re like “listen we know you love Blueberry Milk and we’re letting Dark Cacao date Mystic Flour (DC in the background: help) but this is starting to get dangerous. That’s one of the most powerful cookies in existence when it comes to magic, if anyone could ruin the time fixing stuff it could be the Fount, plus what if discovering that it becomes Shadow Milk causes that to happen early and cookies die?”

But Pure Vanilla just caaaan’t stop loving his precious partner. Sooo let’s go back a bit and see what happened with Golden Cheese Cookie.

She was just sight seeing as per usual, going around one of the Herald of Change’s kingdoms to admire the culture and architecture there, not realizing that the Herald himself would actually BE there. He noticed her wings and was captivated by her IMMEDIATELY. He went up to her and said “hey! Why do you have wings?” to which Golden Cheese panicked and said “oh, I was raised by cheesebirds.” Herald of Change said “ohhh that makes sense” and immediately went to the Fount of Knowledge to ask about what cheesebirds like. That’s how Blueberry Milk discovers that the Herald is now interested in Golden Cheese, PV also happened to be there and was just internally like “ohhh no”

Unlike with the other two, when the Herald tells the other Virtues about his newfound crush, they aren’t as intrigued or encouraging. The Herald was one of the only Virtues to actually date around. This wasn’t new or exciting to them, and it’s not even like Golden Cheese had done anything to win him over, he just thought she was pretty. Still, Blueberry Milk was always happy to help the Herald (important part of our roleplay lore tbh) and hunted down Golden Cheese for him so that it could scan her and learn what she likes, since the Herald really wanted to know.

Golden Cheese saw the Fount of Knowledge approaching her, and thought “oh, no, Dark Cacao described this happening to him, too. The Fount definitely isn’t meant to be here and is definitely coming towards me. Oh, wait! I don’t need to let him circle me! I can fly away!” So that’s what she did.

Blueberry Milk didn’t expect that but immediately became suspicious because of that action. She DEFINITELY saw him approaching, and CHOSE to escape him. Plus, she had LIED. Potentially. Blueberry Milk has an open mind and says that “MAYBE there are WAYS you can spin it so ‘I got wings because I was raised by cheesebirds’ is true” but still thought it strange. Blueberry Milk also noticed a pattern, that both his and Master Flour’s new boyfriends knew each other, and figured maybe it was the same for the Herald’s new crush. Blueberry Milk went to PV and did a brief scan of him to discover that yes, he does know Golden Cheese.

The Fount of Knowledge is somewhat onto them, no longer totally oblivious that there’s anything strange going on, but is giving Pure Vanilla its full trust because it loves him deeply. Still, it questions whether it’s all worth it, knowing that for reasons unexplained, Pure Vanilla isn’t planning on staying.

Anyways. The Herald of Change figured that cheesebirds like cheese and sticks. So, he went to Golden Cheese with cheese and sticks. He gave them to her, then yelled “OH MY GOSH IM STUPID! WHY DIDNT I GET CHEESE STICKS?!” and ran away in embarrassment. Golden Cheese found the pitiful attempt at wooing her kind of cute. She put the cheese on the sticks to eat.

Back home with the Ancients, she is DEVASTATED that she is now part of the “strange relationship with Beast” club. She insists that she doesn’t DESERVE to be lumped in with Dark Cacao and Pure Vanilla, because she didn’t DO anything to garner his attention other than be her glorious self. All it took was a look and she was involved. Hollyberry is just like “on one hand I should avoid Eternal Sugar at all costs so that I can be the One Cookie who is doing things right. On the other hand, I’m REALLY curious”

So far we haven’t added a branch to the au where Hollysugar happens. So FOR NOW, Hollyberry is the one safe Ancient (other than WL until we learn more about SS). But I don’t doubt that at some point we will drag her into it. She’s certainly not AGAINST going to the Garden, despite her friends suggesting maybe she doesn’t.

Also might be worth mentioning that again this au is based on our RP and QUITE CONTRARY TO CANON Golden Cheese and Burning Spice have NEVER been on truly bad terms. They’ve spent most of their time just awkward around each other but are practically besties now. Never a strictly negative relationship. So Golden Cheese doesn’t have as many problems as she probably would if this were a regular AU based on canon.

I wouldn’t be against writing this AU as an actual fic that’s based more on canon rather than my sister and I’s silly little RP! My only problem would be my severe writers block haha! I have 2 WIPs for CRK fics rn and it’s not looking great!!!!!!!!

Wait maybe if I made it an actual fic I could have the ships go in release order so it still starts with Dark Cacao but we swap GC and PV’s plots starting… hahaha… will have to brainstorm this. If ppl want a real AU ig.

Pure Vanilla goes back in time and dates the Fount of Knowledge while trying not to reveal the fact that he is a time traveler who owns half his soul jam

#this two rp #if ppl want a real au of this ill try to come up with a name haha

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Astarion & the Consequences of Good Deeds

So, I did the “Stop the Presses” the other day and for those, who haven’t done it, because I missed it in my first playthrough, basically you have to stop the Baldur’s Mouth Gazette from printing a hit piece against the party. You can trigger the quest by talking to reporters Lens or Estra Stir and it becomes time-sensitive after talking to Ettvard Needle in the Baldur’s Mouth (aka article is printed after next long rest).

Since you get kicked out of the building I naturally I completed the quest with Astarion, as he’s the best for sneaking through that building undetected. So, I snuck through, found a new printing block to replace the hit piece with and made it to the printer.

As it turns out, the thing is operated by the fairy Jelliwig, who recognized Astarion (and would have probably any of any party), because Dolly Dolly Dolly had been freed in Act 2. In my playthrough this too had been done by Astarion, since his Sleight of Hand-skills had made this very easy (also no disapproval, when he does it).

Apparently Dolly can’t shut up about him and so, as a result of that action in Act 2, Jelliwig offers to drop the hit piece and print a different story. If you haven’t freed Dolly you need to pass some dialogue/skill checks.

Printing Press: Oi! Gormless! Over here. Thought I recognised you. Dolly Dolly Dolly was right – you aren’t much of a looker. Printing Press: Dolly can’t stop talking about you. Hero this, hero that, hero here, hero there. Hello, hero. Printing Press: You know, there’s some absolute filth about you in tomorrow’s edition. Seeing as you were king enough to free Dolly, how’s about I do you a favour? Printing Press: Why don’t we change the headline? We can load up something a bit less... damaging for your reputation?

So, where am I getting with all this?

Well, as we learn more about Astarion’s backstory, we find out he was often punished and tortured by Cazador. The worst of it he suffered after committing a morally good deed, saving that boy he just couldn’t bring to his master. And even early in Act 1, he sees Wyll too getting punished for sparing Karlach and he doesn’t seem exactly surprised.

If the last 200 years have taught him anything (among others), is that people with power can do whatever they want, unpunished, and no good deed goes unpunished. That is part of the worldview he has when we meet him. It’s not surprising he sees no merit in helping anyone throughout most of the game, with a few exceptions.

But as time progresses, the party helps more people things start to change. The people repay the party with gear, supplies, information, ect. - Dammon even fixed Karlach’s engine as well as he can for free. And in the end, when everyone gathered at the High Hall, in a good-aligned playthrough, the room is crowded with people you’ve helped since Act 1. As players we too notice how the game is easier, when you make allies, and the characters in game would take note of the help they receive as well.

When Astarion first receives thanks from the tieflings for killing the goblin leaders he’s dismissive, but in Act 2, when he says he’s never pictured himself as a banisher of shadows, he smiles. The role is growing on him, little by little.

Then in continuities like mine, Astarion experiences the results of good deeds in at least one very direct example, as it pays off not just immediately (Dolly blessing the party to resist the curse), but unexpectedly later on (Jelliwig doing him a good deed in turn unprompted).

Sure, sometimes doing the “right” things is punished or makes things more difficult, but I think for his character development it was also important to relearn that good deeds sometimes do pay off, can be rewarding in various ways – not just in terms of material gain but in gaining trust, respect, allies, even friends:

Post refusing the rite: Wyll: Astarion showed restraint where most others wouldn’t. He might not appreciate the sentiment – but I’m proud of him. Lae’zel: To seek power for personal glory alone is a farce Astarion was wise to see it. Karlach: He’d hate to hear me say this, but I’m so fucking proud of Astarion. He could’ve had it all, but he kept his soul instead. Wasn’t sure he had it in him, but he’s changed so much. Overcome so much darkness. Ooh, I could smooch that pointy little face!

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 astarion #astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion analysis #bg3 analysis #bg3 companions

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em1989ts · 1 day ago

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𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐭. 3

five hargreeves x fem! reader smut

part one. part two. masterlist

word count: 3.5k

summary: it would be unsafe of you and five to have unprotected sex in the apocalypse, but luckily you find a condom while scavenging, giving you both just the excuse you need

contents: smut, characters are 18+, protected sex, grinding, enemies to ??

author's note: i've been adding like 20 words a day to this fic for months but now i finally sat down and finished it up so yippee hope you enjoy, also i know condoms expire, let's just pretend they don't, also i didn't proofread before posting cause i just want to get it out there but hopefully it matches it with the first two lol

That night was simply instinct. You weren’t thinking right. Because if you were, you wouldn’t have done anything remotely close to being intimate with the likes of Five.

Maybe it was because you were desperate, that him being the only man left in the world ruined your standards, but you couldn’t get the thought of his touch out of your deprived mind.

The two of you woke up that morning with limbs completely entangled, yet without a word you separated and proceeded your day as normal, like nothing out of the ordinary had occurred the night before.

He immediately began his attempts at fixing the ripped tarp, to prepare for the windy night ahead, ruffling through the stashes of supplies to find whatever could mend it together efficiently.

His face was concentrated, seemingly completely focussed on the task at hand. You didn’t happen to notice the moments his hands would pause due to being so lost in thought he couldn’t resume motion.

Occasionally he would sneak a quick look over at you, currently fixing together whatever you could find in your rations to create a suitable breakfast for the two of you. Before, he would only look to make sure you weren’t mixing anything inedible into his portion (something he wished he’d done before he almost swallowed a rusted screw you had put in his oatmeal), but now, he was only looking at you.

He’d never wanted to look at you in any way other than disgust, your behavior had always overshadowed your appearance, but his bias couldn’t overcome the fact that he was incredibly attracted to you.

His father had given him and his siblings “the talk”, in an elaborate lesson on sexual education, so he was very aware of the consequences of unprotected sex. It was too dangerous to attempt it in the apocalypse, and he doubted any form of protection had survived the end of the world. He would have to live out the rest of his life here in this dreaded wasteland with his fist as his only form of satisfaction.

While you made breakfast, you too stole glances at Five, waiting for him to possibly say anything at all about last night.

You thought after using each other t̶o̶ g̶e̶t̶ o̶f̶f̶ for warmth that maybe things would open up between the two of you, at least a bit. Once you had actually thought about it, that might’ve been the only time the two of you had actually touched each other without trying to cause harm. You blame your human instincts on your need to feel him again. You didn’t realize how badly you missed physical touch until you were wrapped in his arms, feeling him all over.

Now, you craved him, you needed him.

Maybe you couldn’t have him inside you, but you’d find a way.

Breakfast was quiet that morning. There was no back and forth bickering, snide remarks that the other couldn’t help but start an argument about, just utter silence.

Five inspected his food, there were no nails or rocks mixed in with the old porridge packets you’ve rationed, and it didn’t smell metallic or chemical, so he ate it as slowly as a starving man could.

Rations were running low, having not left the base much due to the freezing cold, but the weather had cleared up, and the sun was shining bright. The snow had already begun to melt from the burning rays, clearing up the streets slightly, so the two of you would just be able to drag your wagon through to scavenge nearby.

Five meticulously set up this current base in a spot where there were several convenience stores and gas stations within a couple miles in every direction, you couldn’t help but give him credit for his well-thought planning.

Today, the plan was to head south for at most five miles and bring whatever the two of you can fit in the wagon back to the base. The most important items you two had to search for were food, water, and anything you keep you both warm.

You took your bowl along with Five’s and tossed it with your other dishes, while he got up to grab his coat and the wagon which the two of you had been using as storage in its dormancy.

“This isn’t a beauty pageant,” Five commented rudely, waiting by the base’s opening for you to put on your coat when he noticed you fixing up your hair, “It’s not like you would win, anyway.”

He expected you to glare at him, slap him, and tell him how you’d win against him any day of the week, but you didn’t.

You tied off your hair, brushed a few fly-aways out of your face, and walked right past him and out the base.

He didn’t expect that, and he definitely didn’t like it.

Once he figured you weren’t going to wait for him, he quickly grabbed the handle to the wagon and followed your path.

He watched as you walked in between the smashed up vehicles, eyeing the compass from time to time, paying zero attention to him.

What was your problem? You’re too good to fight with him now? Was that it? Too good to pay any mind to whatever he had to say?

It wasn’t like you could ignore him forever, he was the only other living being on Earth after all. He would get you to talk eventually, he would get you to refer to him in a way that wasn’t just a matter of survival.

The sun was bearing down on you harshly, yet the wind was ten times worse. The bandana over your face protected you from the sharp bite of the cold, but your eyes burned from their exposure. A new, unventured gas station was just up ahead, yet with the conditions you were walking through it might as well have been a planet away.

As you were walking up the driveway, Five following suit with the empty wagon, you gazed inside the dark store. “Shit,” you grumbled, noticing the rather significant burn marks along the walls, the peeling advertisements on the glass windows, “This place burned pretty bad.”

Five couldn’t tell if you were talking to yourself or if you meant to direct your complaints at him. Either way it was progress.

“Let’s just see if there’s anything salvageable,” he responded, motioning his arm to insist that you head inside first, only for you to let the door slam shut in his face.

You started examining the state of the store, walking past the register to see the wooden countertop charred, yet intact. He entered, pulling the wagon behind him and immediately heading the opposite direction, towards the wall of drinks. The glass doors of the refrigerators were cracked and blackened, yet they seemed to have done a good job in protecting the drinks, which were in perfect condition. He immediately dropped the handle of the wagon and drank from one of the waters on the shelf, refreshing his dry, aching throat.

Meanwhile, you had begun making your way through the aisles, noticing he was busy precisely placing as many bottles of water in perfect rows in the bed of the wagon. Unfortunately, many of the snack options had been burnt to crisps. You walked in between the first couple aisles, filled with nothing but ash and remnants of cardboard, picking out anything edible and carrying it in your arms, not wanting to make a trip to the wagon.

Once you got to the middle aisle, you noticed that it must have avoided the worst of the flames, because there were several items still perfectly intact hanging from the pegs. Luckily, there were several packages of ibuprofen and antacids, as well as a large supply of first aid materials like bandages and ointment. While you crouched to the ground and filled your pockets with the useful materials, you scanned the aisle for other items that could be deemed useful. There were lip balms of a variety of flavors, razors which Five could never have enough of, eye drops and cough drops, and one more thing that stopped you. Your hand paused right before it wrapped around the items in the box. As your brain had caught up with your motions, you registered what it was — condoms.

You allowed your hand to move again to inspect the small, square package. It was pristine, with not a scratch on the box. It felt almost awkward to hold, embarrassing to inspect, as your face flushed a few shades brighter. You knew what it was, of course, but a part of you assumed that every last condom on Earth had been destroyed, crushing the possibility of you ever having safe sex in this unsafe world. Now that you held one in your hand, that small hope that Five could give you what you wanted, and so desperately needed, was reignited. However, you would rather be all alone in this apocalypse again than face Five, holding up the form of protection as if it were your savior, and ask him to fuck you. You would rather die than face that embarrassment.

“Find anything?”

His voice appeared out of the blue. Or maybe it didn’t.

Maybe you were just too lost in your own head to notice how he’d peered his head into the aisle to see you so deeply in thought, holding something you had found in your hand.

Maybe he had gently dropped the handle of the wagon to the floor, and made his walking quietly to stand behind you, as your peripheral vision seemed to be long gone as well.

Maybe when he noticed what you had in your hand, it all clicked for him. Your problem wasn’t that you were too good for him, it was that you were too horny for him. You were so bummed out about the fact he couldn’t risk being inside you while you were dry humping each other into oblivion that you were ignoring him entirely. He looked down over you, barely believing the fact that you were so out of it at the possibility of being able to fuck him.

He couldn’t blame you. He himself was ecstatic, with only a smirk and slightly larger bulge to show for it.

When he finally spoke, it shattered your thoughts, abruptly pulling you from your inner turmoil.

You jumped, dropping the condom and almost dispersing your collection of items across the tile floor. Instead, you quickly stood up, tossing your items into the wagon, and walking off without a word.

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The walk back to the base was agonizing. The sun had gradually set, cooling the Earth once more, leaving the two of you to freeze. The tips of your nose and ears were red and numb, even your hat and bandana couldn’t protect you from the harsh winds.

You hadn’t spoken a word to Five, although he hadn’t tried to make conversation either. He found it hilarious that he could see your scowl, specifically through your furrowed brows above your bandana, yet you couldn’t see the grin under his.

Once you finally made it back to the base, you immediately took the wagon from his grasp and pulled it over to your rations, where you began going through everything you’d scavenged. After a few minutes of concentrated sorting, you looked over your shoulder to see Five standing there watching you work.

“Did you need an invitation to help or..?” you sarcastically said, his silence aggravating you.

He lowered his bandana and began removing his gloves, “Oh, so now you want to talk.”

You scoffed, resuming your work, “I’m sorry you missed my voice so much, I didn’t realize how much you crave my attention.”

He walked over to the collection of clothing the two of you keep close to the rations and tossed his jacket, hat, and gloves on top of the pile.

You were worried. Usually when the two of you fought he looked violent, angry, like he hated exchanging insults with you. Now, he looked far too amused, raising your suspicions.

He laughed under his breath, ignoring your previous claim as he leaned against the concrete wall and stared at you.

You had completely lost concentration on what you were doing, turning your focus to Five. “What’s funny?” you asked, clearly not getting what was so amusing to him.

“How much of a brat you are when you don’t get your way.”

That one sentence lit a fire of pure anger in your eyes, a flame that he’d missed more that he’d like to admit.

He stalked toward you as you stood up, already gearing up to smack the shit out of him.

“I’m not-”

“You are,” he interrupted, stepping closer while continuing to taunt you, adding fuel to the fire.

“I am not-”

“You are. You’re mad you don’t get fucked so you decide to shut down and-”

Before he can finish his sentence, your hands are already on him, shoving him till he stumbles backward in an attempt to regain his balance. In an immediate response, he pushes you back in retaliation, only for you to shove him over with all your might.

He falls backward and lands on the very edge of the makeshift bed. Your gaze is filled with rage, face flushing with anger, until you see what fell from his pocket as he hit the bed.

A condom.

The small box that you had dropped when he confronted you in the aisle, he had picked up and hid in his pocket, bringing it back to the base with him.

Your shoulders dropped, breathing fast as you looked up at him.

He was now leaning back on his elbows on the rough blankets, smiling up at you with that smug smile he always wore when he was right about something. In any other case, you would have wanted nothing more than to smack him black and blue, wiping that smirk off his face. However in this scenario, you found a more efficient way to occupy his lips.

Immediately, you rushed forward and crashed your lips onto his. He pulled you between his legs, wrapping his arms tight around your torso, and leaned backward fully until you were both horizontal against the bed.

This wasn’t like the last time you kissed.

Last time, kissing was a last resort. It was that little bit of sensual connection you both needed to push you both over that very edge of pleasure.

Now, it was only the beginning. It was messy, desperate, and greedy as the two of you swapped spit and swirled tongues. Your hands held the sides of his neck as you pulled his face against yours, while his gripped your waist like he was afraid you’d disappear if he ever let go.

He moved one hand from your waist to push up off the bed, sitting up and pulling your legs around his waist. He dipped you slightly, holding you firmly against his chest with one arm to lean down and pick up the condom, all while keeping his mouth firmly against yours. He placed it down next to him, bringing his hand back to your body, unzipping your coat and tossing it aside.

The long sleeve shirt came off next, as you unwillingly separated yourself from Five’s lips, lifting yourself up to sit on top of him, hands pressing down on his chest, pinning him down to the bed.

In the heat of the moment, after stripping each other completely bare, feeling the chill of the breeze that crept through the cracks of the base brush your skin, you had completely forgotten you had ever been upset with this man. Any rage you’d previously felt when you looked at him, completely vanished. Your hatred towards him was gone.

Now, you were straddling the waist of an angel. A beautiful, masculine angel laying underneath you like he was a gift from God, sent to save you from this hell on Earth.

His hair was played out around his head like a halo, grown shaggy, yet there was barely any stubble decorating his face. His skin was flush and fair, eyes perfectly dilated as they looked up to you, bare above him.

His hands moved from your waist to your breasts, toying with you as he listened for your soft gasps, hips jolting against his at every spark of pleasure. The only items of clothing separating the two of you now were your underwear and his boxers. You laid back slightly, leanly against his bent knees for support, and grinded your core against him, feeling your warm slick soaking through the fabrics between you.

His groans were heavenly, his head leaned back, enjoying the pressure from your hips, mindlessly twisting and pulling at your nipples, eliciting whines from you.

He began to lift his hips to meet yours, increasing the friction and stimulation to your core. His eyes met your face, eyes lost in a daze, your face blushed and concentrated on reaching your high.

Just before you could reach that high, about to topple over the very edge, he pulled you back down against him and flipped you both over.

That was when you remembered he’s still the same man you’ve been stuck here with. A man who is a completely selfish asshole that the only physical contact you want to initiate with him is a smack right across his smug face.

“Are you fucking kiddin-” He cut you off with a strong kiss, which he didn’t break as he removed the condom from its boxed and peeled open the wrapper. He pulled away and sat on his knees, bringing his sexual education lessons back from his memory and placed the condom on correctly, before lining himself up with your entrance and leaning back over you, lining his face up with yours.

“You don’t have to do this,” he assured you.

This might have been the only time you witnessed him acting like an actual, decent human being. And while you appreciated the gesture of consent, you couldn’t wait any longer.

“Five,” you breathed out, eyes pleading, “I need it.”

And with that, he slid himself between your folds a few times before carefully pushing in. You thought his fingers were big last night, but now with his cock barely halfway inside you, the sensation was mind numbing. Your arms wrapped around his back as he filled you up entirely, barely audible gasps filling his ear. He stilled once he was all the way in, concentrating heavily on not immediately spilling into the condom, ruining this entire moment, but the way your cunt squeezed around him, not wanting to let him, made it very hard not to break.

After a moment he slowly began to move, pulling out slowly, before pushing right back in, somehow feeling even deeper as he hit a spot deep within you that sent a wave of pleasure over your entire body.

He buried his face into your neck, sucking and biting in the sensitive skin, as your hands moved up to thread through his hair, tugging gently.

Once the both of you got used to the feeling, he began moving faster, getting rougher. With each thrust into you, he groaned out into your ear as you met his movements with the same force. It was animalistic, greedy, intimate, you felt so close to him that you were practically melting into each other.

When the thrusts became erratic and the whines and groans grew higher in pitch, it was clear neither of you could last much longer. He met his lips with your, barely touching, just enough to let his moans mix with yours, just as they had last night. His hands reached to grip your hips, pinned them down, allowing him to piston into you, chasing you to the edge as you let go around him.

Your eyes squeezed shut, head leaning back, giving him access to continue marking your neck. The sensation from you cumming around him undid him, as he finally groaned into your neck and spurted into the condom, his hips finally spurting to a slow stop.

He collapsed on top of you, his weight grounding you back to reality as you realized what just happened. After a moment, he slowly pulled out, removing the condom before immediately laying on you once more. With his cheek pressed flat against your collarbone, his breathing steadied, quickly falling asleep with a strangely unfamiliar look of peace expressed on his unconscious face.

This time around, you weren’t sure what this changed between the two of you, but you decided it could wait.

You two had all the time in the world after all.

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tags: @lveegsoi @aureliariddlehargreeves @groovydazephantom @lovingyeet @venture-venus @greek-girl-dreams

#five hargreeves #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves imagine #five hargreeves x reader #number five #tua fandom #five hargreaves x reader #tua five #five smut #five hargreeves enemy #five hargreeves angst #five hargreeves imagines #five hargreeves smut #five hargreeves x fem!reader #five hargreeves x reader platonic #five hargreaves x you #five tua

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angelkiko · 2 days ago

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retired-poly!141 x dive-bar-singer!reader

warnings: none really! small mentions of self pleasing and cock : 3

CHAPTER ONE: stage

Johnny had gone out alone, only telling price who gave him a little nod and a "dont overdo it lad". He entered the usual shitty dive bar they frequented ever since retirement, it was the only one in town that didn't charge a fortune for beer. Post retirement, price moved them to a quant town, a very woodsy one at that where he managed to score them some old manor to live in. Johnny had no idea why it was that big, i mean 6 bedrooms? for what?

It had only been meer weeks after they retired, 6 weeks exactly. Yet, they still haven't gotten used to it, not used to the feeling of peace, not carrying the weight and dread of upcoming deployments, and not having to think about if all of them were going to come back form the next mission or not.

With a sigh he sat on a barstool, the bartender glancing at him to ask "the usual?" to which he nodded and was promptly slid a beer, which he slid a 5 dollar bill for.

He sighed, taking a swig of it to glance around. It was a lower end dive bar, the kind filled with bar fights and peeling leather booths. The barstools creaked, the lights were slightly dim, and the beer was cheap. Did anyone care? honestly not really.

However, there was a creaky wooden stage towards the back where bands usually preformed, bands comprised of college age kids trying to make some extra money while playing covers of weezer and green day. They weren't bad, but exactly what you'd expect from a place like this.

The stage was empty for a few moments, until he saw you. A pretty little thing, not older than early twenties step onto the stage. You stepped on with ease as if having done this a million times, which you have. Coming here once a week or so to collect tips, every night you had free from studying. However, johnny has never seen you until now, as they usually come on Thursdays.

You fixed the mic, greeting the bars crowd of middle aged men looking for a cheap place to drink. A soft smile let on your face, a smile too soft for this place, a smile that made johnny grip his beer tighter.

After a soft greeting, you began to sing over a backtrack. And johnny heard what he could only describe as the voice of an angel, he was enchanted instantly, like a moth to a flame. He sat there frozen, unable to look away and breathing slightly heavier than usual.

You sang for all of 30 minutes, and every now and again someone would come up to slip a 1 or a 5 into the jar by the stage. Something about the way you batted your eyelashes at the men who tipped made johnny shiver, he knew you were just doing it for a bigger tip but oh how it made his cock jump.

And almost too quick for his liking, you stepped off the stage and collected your tip money and disappeared. A slight ache of disappointment and longing entered his heart, price had always warned him he fell too quickly, but this? he had to have this one.

He would quickly walk up to the little sign up sheet by the stage, which is where he ended up finding out your name. It wasn't hard as there weren't a whole lot of names on there, mostly just band names. Y/n, a name that would haunt his dreams, nightmares, and the name he would moan as he imagined you. He noted that you were scheduled to preform tomorrow, and a grin slowly came on his face, he had to tell the team about what he just found

With quick steps he left the bar, throwing away the half full beer on the way out. he had to make sure he got the pretty little thing that had the audacity to waltz into his gaze. Because after all, what would someone like you be doing here? You were clearly too good for this place, and he wanted to just pick you up and wall you away all to himself, as he doesn't like sharing. He wanted you, and whatever johnny wants? his team makes sure he gets.

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A/N: srry if this is a tad short but i promise they'll interact in the next chapter i jst wanted to get the set up out of the way >_<

do lmk what yall think of my writing! i haven't written anything in a long time (ever since my fanfic writer era lol, so sorry if that shows), so do tell me if there's anything i can improve on.

small warning this series will be a little spicy and will probs have smut so if you like that keep reading ;)

you can imagine the song reader was singing but i like to pretend it was dealer by lana del rey ! (also apologies for any mistakes/grammar errors i wanted to get this out and was excited >_<)

with love, kiko. < 3

#poly 141 #poly!141 x reader #john price #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish

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mehiwilldoitlater · 10 hours ago

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Your horus x very stressed reader post is rotating so much in my mind.

So have some scenarious that have popped into my mind.

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The serfs going through different stages of opinions:

"ugh she is so incompetent. At least she isn't mean"

"oh she is trying. Why was she put in charge without anyone to guide her."

"Oh no, our lady is going to die from stress at this rate."

And more.

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Horus decides to have a few 'vacation' days with his wife.

Day two she is very sick because after so much stress all the possible bugs her body might have accumulated but was unable to deal with from stress are now being dealt with.

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Horus takes his wife on a date. She is performing the being a good wife but slowly relaxs

Horus ends ups mentioning off hand that she should try a bit harder, while talking about different things.

Lady yn goes back to performing the act of being a good wife, now uncomfortable, unhappy and self-conscious. And wanting to leave.

Either Horus doesn't notice or when he notices he doesn't know how to fix it because he doesn't know what was the thing he said that caused that.

Following this. Lady yn trying to work through exhaustion or the start of being ill and just fucking collapsing on her desk.

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Horus trying to play with his wife's hair and different possibilities:

a bunch, not a lot, falling off.

Him seeing grey hairs, I'm sure he wouldn't know that stress causes grey hairs.

The hair texture is different.

The scalp feels weird?

All of the above

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Somehow horus learns what prolonged high amounts of stress can do to a human and panics.

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Lady yn just missing home so much, even if she still loves her husband she starts to resent the relationship itself, and maybe him too just a tiny bit, and regretting meeting him.

One dat Writing down her thoughts on a diary of sorts, or a sparenotebook, that se may or may not feel bad about.

Horus finds it and starts snooping. Even if it is clearly private.

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THIS! ALL OF THESE THINGS ARE FREAKING LEGIT!

Geez, I'm so glad you shared these with me, because these things are the ones I wanted to point out!

Horus wife is becoming miserable that even waking up and realizing that no, it is not a dream, you are indeed Lady Lupercal, and yes, you still need to fix all those monetary issues that are, in fact, part of your job.

I'm going to go on all of these because they are GOLD:

1) Yes, like YES YES YES. The serfs know that she was struggling with this position from the beginning, and this can cause some trouble for them. But she's trying, okay? She's trying to be a good lady, acting nice to them, trying to mold and play the act, but everyone can see that she's slowly crumbling.

Also, 100 points if she's hearing all of this and just walks away because she knows that this is just true.

2) It's a cute thing, okay? a small escapade, a small run away in some nice place (Fulgrim suggested it, helping to bond more with her)—enough to forget! But the situation is already so bad that a few days on a beach is not like that can help. Also, as soon as she sets foot back on Terra, the problems will come back, so…

3) On his part, Horus did try to make a nice night for both of them. Again, was this maybe suggested by his sons? Like, "You should need a small date! Clear your evening, spend time with your wife!"

I would go with the option that he did not notice it because, in his mind, he just wanted to help her! He didn't mean anything bad! I mean, of course he knows that she's doing her best; she just needs to try a littleharder!

But he will notice, of course...when she collapsed like a dead body in front of everyone, like her brain just shut down in front of all his sons, while he still held her hand, still trying to process the event.

4) ALL…ALLLLL. Things went wild when he heard her crying in front of her vanity, a bunch of her hair stuck in her brush, and the clear view of her scalp.

She'll start wearing some veil on her head, while he'll try to present the issue with some apothecary, hoping for a solution.

5) The realization, when he realizes that all of these are not some strange illness, is not something that you could have gotten on that vacation; this is all happening because you're struggling with your work. He'll start to ask questions, asking about her personal serf and people around her. Then he remembers that date, and his brain just goes wild.

6) He'll do it. He knew about that diary, the one you kept on yourself, that no one touched.

He took it, and he read it, because he wanted to know how deep the thing was going.

He learned about your true emotion, how you started to develop some resentment about everything, about him, and he doesn't know how to react to it.

He failed you? But how come? He did everything right.

How could it be that he was the cause of your pain?

#warhammer40k #warhammer 40000 #warhammer 40k #40k #wh40k #warhammer #warhammer x reader #horus lupercal #horus x reader #primarch #primarch x reader #primarch x oc #reader #x reader #reader insert #female reader #fem reader #x yn

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un-till-the-end · 17 hours ago

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Ivan is not a good friend to Till

I'm just going to preface, we're setting aside Till's own behavior for now and looking at how Ivan treats Till - or specifically mistreats Till, without any other caveats involved.

This is not hate or anti rhetoric. Do not use my posts to engage in discourse. I'm examining a specific facet of their relationship for a specific reason.

Beating up an already bruised Till

The artbook says Ivan has a strong fist from growing up in the slums, but Till just assumes he's a naturally strong fighter. Ivan can easily suppress Till, even when he's smaller than him.

Instead, he's having the time of his life adding to the bruises already on Till. A segyein teacher comments they keep fighting but concludes that's just how kids are. This means Ivan is repeatedly contributing to Till's bruises.

Later, Ivan grows up to be bigger than Till anyways. Ivan tells Till he wants to stop fighting: Till is smaller than him now so it's too much trouble to avoid injuring him worse than usual. Obviously this pisses Till off.

Patronizes him

Till takes offence to Ivan suggesting he can't take him just because he's smaller now.

When Till receives a fixed restraint that restricts him even further, Ivan tugs on the leash and tells him "I told you so."

Insults him

Ivan also calls him a loser when they're young. This is right after Till defined it as someone who is a friendless moron, and it clearly hurts his feelings.

Lets Till take the fall for him

In the Anakt Garden Kit, a segyein writes Till got into a fight with a new kid named Ivan and that fortunately Ivan has generously forgiven him. This implies Ivan didn't take any blame for his participation in it.

Ivan's behavior leads to Till getting blamed for things he didn't even do.

Steals Till's belongings and lies about having found them

In the Patreon, it's written that:

Ivan would steal Till's belongings just to return them later. He would pretend to be the one who found them, and this irritated Till very much.

He steals Till's pencil which Till needs if he wants to draw or compose. Ivan repeatedly steals the recorder Mizi gave him which Till calls his "one and only treasure."

Taking into account Till's guardian, the condition of his clothing, and his excitement at receiving gifts, we can infer he probably isn't given things often and probably doesn't own much to begin with.

Ivan steals his birthday gifts as well.

Disgusts and scares him

I'm told specifically Till finds the notion unsanitary. There's any number of reasons he could feel this way but Ivan doesn't let it go right away.

Till is already upset and on edge, and then Ivan prods at the exact reason he's distressed. It's also inflicting more pain on him, even if only slightly.

"A deep love-hate attachment"

A friend who is kind to you sometimes and mean to you others is not a good friend. That's obvious, isn't it? The acts of gentleness don't cancel out the acts of violence.

But Till doesn't see him as a friend. He sees him like a family member:

Someone you're stuck with no matter what. Someone who picks on you but has your back in thick and thin. Ivan confuses, irritates, and frustrates Till, but he also soothes and cares for him. He's someone who makes his life difficult, but he's also someone Till can fall back on.

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archivewriter1ont · 1 day ago

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Platonic Obi-Wan and Cody Thoughts

Seriously, people are sleeping on the platonic-blood-brothers-power-duo that Cody and Obi-Wan are as best friends.

Imagine how many times during the war one of the other Jedi commed in to check on Obi-Wan. Maybe the space Zoom was left open or the holomessage went through , but even though the monitor is awake, Obi-Wan is asleep. Mace Windu catches a glimpse of his almost-nephew sacked out against Cody while he and the commander are sitting at the desk. Both of them are still in armor, still holding flimsiwork and datapads, but completely passed out because they're exhausted and the only place they feel safe is with the other one at their back. Mace shuts down the call with a smile, knowing Obi-Wan's not alone -- that he has someone to watch over and protect him like (or maybe better than) Qui-Gon would have done.

Imagine the feeling of knowing you are about to die. At Point Rain, Cody and Obi-Wan knew there was no kriffing way they would make it out if reinforcements didn't get there on time, and it didn't look like they would. So what did they do? They stood together, weapons raised, teeth bared in matching snarls that told the world you can kill us but you can't stop us. That's Aragorn and Legolas style brotherhood -- "you look awful" "you're late (idiot)" merged with "I will follow you to the pits of hell and if we die, I'm going first."

Imagine the fear that clutched Obi-Wan's heart when he saw a missile about to take Cody to the grave and realized Cody knew there was nothing to do but accept it and take death like a man. He's trying to be the Perfect Jedi, so he's not attached to Cody, he's not obsessed with their bond, but that's his best friend and he pushes himself to the very brink and pulls off an incredible stunt to save his life. Then he yells at him, of course, because that's what you do when your sibling tries to get incinerated.

Imagine how Cody felt when he thought Obi-Wan was assassinated. How he grieved in silence, feeling as though the one time he wasn't with his best friend he was murdered.

Imagine that scene when Obi-Wan came back from the "dead" and Cody realized he'd mourned his friend in vain. Now he realizes just how much he loves Obi-Wan (as a friend, as a brother) and he probably lashes out at first, angry and hurt, until he sees the regret in Obi-Wan's face and both of them crumple into a hug, just glad everything is okay now. (I still need to write this because man, the feels.)

And then after the war (because Order 66 didn't happen and everything was lovely)....

Imagine that bear hug when the war ends, when Cody hands Obi-Wan his saber for the last time and knows they can truly know what it's like to be at peace.

Imagine the returning Jedi Generals and their commanders meeting up at the Temple to celebrate, only to find that Cody and Obi-Wan are already asleep because they sat too long in the garden waiting on them. Mace grins because even though it's a repeat of the time he caught them dozing on flimsiwork during a Zoom call, they both look restful now. They're both safe and they know it, but more importantly, they know that each other is safe.

Imagine Uncle Cody with Korkie, teaching him how to defend himself and his family and then taking him out for ice cream.

Imagine Satine and Cody being best friends/siblings-in-law. Tea, gossip, etc -- she loves him like a brother and he's thrilled to finally get to know the family he's always hoped Obi-Wan could go back to some day.

Imagine Obi-Wan and Cody going gray at the same time because Cody's accelerated aging was fixed, and laughing about the times they thought they'd never see the ages they are now. Imagine Korkie's little kiddos running up to see "Grandpa" and "Uncle Cody" and smothering them both in the kind of family love they were sure they'd never experience.

I have so much more where this came from but I'm crying now and I can't see my keyboard.😭

Post inspired by this one courtesy of @margindoodles2407.

#star wars #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #platonic obi-wan and Cody #tcw cody #not codywan #Platonic CC-2244 | Cody and Obi-Wan Kenobi #cody is a great uncle #battle brothers #brotherly bonding #brotherly love #grief #angst #fix it #au

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blubushie · 1 day ago

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This.

I'm intersex, and AFAB, but because of California laws at the time—and the policy of the hospital where I was born—they weren't "required" to alter me and my AGAB was up to whatever doctor delivered me.

I had surgery as an infant to "fix" the parts of me that looked female and align me moreso with male, but when my birth certificate came in the post, the delivery doctor had written down "F" instead of "M", because he decided I'd be more easily made female than male. This opinion contrasted that of my surgeon who altered me at 12 days old, who said I'm mostly phenotypically male and all they had to do was "make a few cuts" to remove the "unncessary bits" and nobody would know the difference. I was made in line with a phenotypical male.

Despite being AFAB, given the situation with my genitals, I was raised as a boy. As an adult my downstairs looks much more phenotypically male than phenotypically female. Surgeon was right—aside from scarring, you can't really tell I wasn't born phenotypically male.

AGAB is an EVENT that happens, not a guideline for anatomy. And for intersex people, that assignment means NOTHING about how they actually look or what parts they even have. People that are AFAB can have a penis or testicles, or a prostate. People that are AMAB can have a vagina, or uterus, or ovaries. AFABs can have XY chromosomes, AMABs can have XX, or you can be like me and be born with a penis, a labia, a cryptic vagina, prostatic hypoplasia, an ovoteste, an ovary, and XX/XY mosaicism.

AGAB was a term originally coined BY INTERSEX ACTIVISTS to describe the medical system's abuse of them by sanctioning child mutilation to categorise them into a false binary.

the thing about terms like transmasc and transfem that I love so much but I also feel we've sadly forgotten is just how broad they are. it doesn't inherently imply an agab, it doesn't inherently imply that they're binary, it doesn't even really inherently imply a gender at all. someone who's transfeminine is just transitioning to look more feminine than they used to be. that's all it really tells you. someone who's transmasc can be a trans man, they can be nonbinary, they can be butch, they can be afab or amab or intersex and so much else. but we've reduced that to "basically a trans man" and "basically a trans woman"

#intersex

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namelessgoose · 22 hours ago

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Travel related headcanons for the papas! ✈️🌴

I started these when I had down time traveling a while back and I just remembered I did that so I finished it up and yeah!! This is my first time writing out something like this to post so … be nice 😅

Nihil:

- He throws a bunch of random things in his bag with no sense of organization and then needs someone else to fix it for him and will complain about how they organize it because “he had a system” (there was no system)

- He takes his sweet time in the TSA line, no sense of urgency at all. If his bag gets stopped he immediately starts arguing.

- On the actual trip, he cannot stick to a schedule, he’s the least punctual person in existence.

Primo:

- He’s very preplanned and organized without having to put in much effort. He’s able to pack right before he leaves and packs pretty minimally.

- His bags get through TSA easily, that’s not to say that he doesn’t have anything illegal on him. He has his ways. Don’t worry about it!

- HATES airports. Too many loud people who can’t figure out how to do simple things.

- He doesn’t do anything on the plane. He just sits there. What’s he thinking about? Who knows.

- His trips are generally for business only, he doesn’t enjoy traveling very much. Though, he will stop to see the nature of the area if there’s some.

Secondo:

- Secondo is absolutely an overpacker, but denies it completely. But not in the “i’m bringing 10 pairs of underwear just in case I shit my pants every single day” way, no. Like he’s bringing 5 different kinds of cologne and way too many outfit choices (thinking about that one picture where he’s in that very eccentrically decorated room that was scrapped from Papaganda i believe) And he is able to give serious rationale for everything he brings.

- Hates airports just as much as Primo. His bag gets stopped at TSA every time without fail for absolutely no reason.

- I don’t think he travels much outside of clergy duties BUT if he has to go on a trip for business, he absolutely makes the most out of it… he might get a bit distracted and not fulfill some of the business duties.

Terzo:

- Terzo is packed and planned WELL in advance. He knows exactly what he’s wearing everyday and has alternate outfits depending on the weather. He has all of his essentials and his bag is well organized. He always makes reservations with timed out schedules, but isn’t afraid to deviate from the plan to do what he feels like at that moment.

- Though, he really doesn’t like planes. Not that he’s scared of them, the elevation just gives him a headache. He brings a book to read to try to distract himself, but it usually doesn’t work very well.

- Even if a trip is technically for business, he’s able to make the absolute best of it. I think he’d like to travel for pleasure as well. Honestly, I think he would be the best to travel with.

Copia:

- Unlike Secondo, he is definitely the “packing 10 pairs of underwear just in case i shit my pants every single day” type of packer. Overpacks because you never know what could happen. And even with his overpacking, he definitely forgets something essential and has to get it overpriced at the airport. He also procrastinates packing until the last minute which doesn’t help either.

- Doesn’t like sleeping at hotels. Hell, he has trouble sleeping at home. The cold and unfamiliar hotel room is definitely not going to help him out in that regard.

- He only travels for clergy business, so it’s all planned for him. He tries so hard to adhere to what he’s supposed to do that he stresses himself out. He’s able to get it all done though, despite the chaos.

- His ghouls make sure he lets himself relax and actually enjoy the trip at some point when there’s time so he’s not just overworking himself.

Perpetua:

ngl i don’t have a great grasp on his character yet, i can’t wait until i see him at my ritual!!!

- He seems like the type who comes off very planned and put together, but is totally just going off vibes.

- I have a feeling that those claws aren’t getting though TSA easily

Wow you made it to the end! I’m not really anticipating anyone really reading this lmao BUT if anyone wants any of these ideas developed some more or if you have any of your own travel related hcs for them, feel free to drop something in my ask box :3

#the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band #papa emeritus i #ghost band headcanons #papa primo #papa secondo #papa emeritus ii #papa terzo #papa emeritus iii #papa copia #papa emeritus iv

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deardiarywrites · 3 days ago

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make lemonade with the lemons life throws at you - dealing w the blues alone . . .

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hey guys! how are you all? oh, me? im doing a little meh.. i am someone who feels a lot and yeah you guessed it right. that means whenever i am upset, i feel really really upset and my mind starts bubbling up and slowly starts to disintegrate. that is exactly why i am creating this post. to help myself and you to heal and get better, even when we have no one by our side. especially if we don't have anyone or feel like no one gets us. teeny tiny fix - there are people who care abt us ok? it's just our cute little minds being a bit under pressure rn so it feels like everyone is against us.

tip one : acknowledge your feelings

be upset. be depressed. cry. yes, let it all out. no toxic positivity here. who are we without our shadowy bits? there is nothing wrong to be upset and it's fine if no one gets it. they don't have to get it for it to be real. you are going to be okay. listen to songs that totally describe your situation and mood and let yourself be sad. feel it. and accept it. but don't make it your identity.

pls note ! : please don't harm yourself as it will further ruin your mood. it is possible to allow yourself to feel w/o inflicting damage upon yourself or others. yes, others too. just because you are upset, try not to bring down other people. if u feel like you tend to be extra mean when you are upset, i suggest taking deep breaths before answering someone and don't be afraid to be vulnerable, if you are upset, don't act like you're on top of the world.

tip two : create something even if it sucks

create something. literally anything. paint rocks. braid grass. try a new hairstyle. make a stickman comic strip. make a quiet book (so so so fun). create a notion template. write a short story. write a poem about how you are feeling. draw yourself. choreograph a popular song. cook smth. draw on your body. try a makeup look. cut your hair. write letters you'll never send. write a script and act. create cute costumes. cosplay as your perfect character.

it doesn't have to be perfect. just create. and not for any kind of validation. create something and don't tell anyone about it. it will be your little secret. let it age, like fine wine and fix it every now and then. and then later, when you're feeling better, look at what you created and smile !

tip three : have a "boring" hour

select an hour when you can be left alone, undisturbed and basically do absolutely nothing. don't do anything at all. stare at a wall. no sleeping, reading, showering etc. like nothing, ykwim? for one whole hour, let yourself do nothing. maybe at first you will feel like you are going insane, but it helps. trust me.

maybe you'll figure out parts of yourself, thoughts, emotions, memories you almost forgot about. let yourself be bored. <3

tip four : therapy sessions with chatgpt

i had one today. and trust me when i tell you that i bawled my eyes out. ask chatgpt to act like a professional therapist and just start talking to it, it is honestly an amazing alternative for real therapy if you're unable to get that due to certain circumstances.

why i love this : it actually makes you feel heard and seen and brings light to different kinds of prespectives. helps decode + validate your feelings while guiding you on how to change and get better.

pls note ! : don't get too emotionally attached (lol) to chatgpt cuz it is an ai after all. keep that in mind.

tip five : pretend to be your favourite character for a day

choose someone you look up to and act like them for a day. research about when they wake up, their habits, what do they do when they are upset, and totally lock in in that feeling. and at the end of the day, reflect. how did you feel? which parts of your day were your fav? which parts of your fav character would you like to keep with you?

have fun ! be quirky ! be cringe ! do things you love !

tip six : spend time naked but don't look into the mirror

just relax and feel your body in its barest form. this is all yours. nothing that belongs to someone else. all yours. and just exist. let shame fade away into the background and just have fun with your body. give it hugs, tell it that it's loved and is beautiful.

look, life won't just suddenly start feeling better. you will have to put in the work. and also, there is no pressure. do it as slowly as you can. but do it okay? take action! nothing changes if nothing changes!

xoxo,

@deardiarywrites

#healing #becoming that girl #self love #glow up #confidence #mental health #self improvement #clean girl #it girl #it girl energy #lana del ray aka lizzy grant #lana del rey #girly aesthetic #pink pilates princess #that girl

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camficdiner · 5 hours ago

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Heyy can I get [1.1]

[2.9]

[3.5]

[4.3]

Age gap younger woman!

Thank you 🤍

☕️ Cam’s Fic Diner — Order 056

🍒 thank you for your order, angel.

you brought enemies, jealousy, rival teams, and an age gap straight into my kitchen and said “make it feral, but then tuck it into bed with a wine glass and a salad.”

i hope jack’s possessiveness hit exactly where you needed it to, and that the dinner scene made you giggle and gag in equal measure 😌

come back anytime — your table’s always open at the diner

💬 “You Can’t Hide Love in the NHL (But You Can Try)”

✨ Description and prompts:

– Character: Jack Hughes

– Prompt: Secret relationship + age gap + jealousy & possessiveness

– Tropes: rivals to lovers, secret dating, age gap, possessive smut, brother interrogation

– WC: ~2k

🛼🧁✨🍒

You’d both agreed to keep it private.

The league didn’t need to know. The fans didn’t need to know. The teams sure as hell didn’t need to know — especially since you wore a Rangers jersey and Jack Hughes bled Devils red.

The media would have torn it apart. The age gap. The rivalry. The way you chirped each other on the ice. (“Nice toe drag, Hughes — did your brother teach you that in preschool?”)

No one would’ve believed it was real. And maybe for a while, you didn’t either.

It started quiet. Off-season workouts. Shared glances in training facilities. A chirped text here and there.

Then a kiss.

Then another.

Then Jack pressing you against a locker room door at 2 AM, saying, “We’re not supposed to be doing this,” while undressing you anyway.

But it stayed secret. It had to.

Until tonight.

You’re in the middle of a regular-season game against the Flyers when it happens — you’re flying along the boards, puck at your stick, when someone on the opposing team doesn’t like how fast you’re moving. The hit slams into your shoulder and sends you crashing against the glass hard enough to draw a groan from the crowd.

Jack sees it happen from the stands.

He’s there with his brothers — Quinn flew in for a few days, and Luke tagged along for sibling bonding. And of course, they’d suggested catching a Rangers game.

Jack hadn’t said why he agreed so fast.

He sits there, jaw clenched, fists locked on his thighs, eyes burning into the glass.

“Jesus,” Luke mutters as you get up slowly, shaking your helmeted head, waving off the trainer.

“You know her?” Quinn asks, not looking away from the rink.

Jack’s quiet. Too quiet.

You’re back on the ice in seconds. Like nothing happened. Just another hit in the game. But Jack can’t sit still. His leg bounces. His gaze hasn’t moved from you in five full minutes.

After the final buzzer, you’re pulled for post-game press. You’re laughing. A little sore, but fine.

Then Matt Rempe walks in — all 6’8” of him — and slides onto the stool beside you like he owns the place.

The press eats it up. You’re giggling. He’s chirping you. Some reporter asks what your ideal date is and Matt leans in and says, “She likes soft serve and horror movies, right?”

You’re blushing.

The entire room loses it.

Jack stands up from his seat so suddenly Quinn reaches for his arm. “Whoa. Dude. Chill.”

“They’re friends,” Luke says, tilting his head. “I think?”

Jack’s jaw tightens.

Quinn raises an eyebrow. “You wanna tell us what’s going on?”

Jack doesn’t answer right away.

You’re still on the screen in the hallway outside the suite, laughing beside Rempe. He reaches out and fixes your hair — just casually — and Jack snaps.

“She’s mine,” he says, voice low.

Luke blinks. “What?”

Jack’s already walking. Hands on his hips. Pacing the suite.

“I’m seeing her. We’ve been… it’s been a few months,” he mutters. “Since pre-season.”

Quinn’s stare sharpens. “The Rangers forward? She’s barely twenty.”

“She’s twenty-one. She’s not a kid.”

“She’s also a Ranger,” Luke points out. “You realize how bad this looks, right?”

“I don’t give a shit how it looks,” Jack snaps. “I’ve been sitting on this for months while everyone talks about her like she’s just hot. Like she’s just some new headline. And now I’m supposed to sit here while they push her and Rempe like they’re some— some power couple?”

“No one’s saying you have to—”

“She’s mine,” Jack says again, and this time it sounds feral.

Quinn crosses his arms. “You sure this is more than just… wanting what you can’t have?”

Jack turns to him. Staring. Wild-eyed. “I’m sure.”

Luke exhales through his nose. “Then let us meet her.”

Jack stops moving.

Quinn nods. “If you’re serious about this… then let’s see what the fuss is about.”

---

Jack doesn’t say a word on the way home.

He drives with one hand clenched tight on the wheel, the other resting on your thigh like a silent claim — a brand that says mine, even in the dark.

You barely make it through the front door before he’s on you.

His hands are under your jacket, mouth crashing into yours like a punishment. You gasp, try to speak, but he cuts you off with his tongue and a growl in your throat.

“That’s what you do now?” he mutters against your skin, dragging you backwards toward the bedroom. “Giggling with Rempe? Letting him touch you on live TV?”

You pull away just long enough to breathe. “We’re friends, Jack. We’ve always—”

He grabs your jaw, not hard, just firm. Possessive. “He’s not your friend tonight.”

Your back hits the bed. Jack’s already undoing his belt, his eyes dark and unforgiving. “You knew I was watching.”

You lick your lips, head spinning. “That’s not fair—”

“Open your mouth.”

You hesitate for half a second, but your body knows him. Your body wants him — especially like this. Especially when he’s jealous and starved and looking at you like he might break.

You kneel.

Jack exhales a sound that’s half growl, half laugh. “God, look at you.”

He’s thick and flushed in your hand, already leaking. You barely wrap your fingers around him before he says again — quieter now, like a prayer:

“Open. Now.”

You do.

He doesn’t ease in — not at first. Not when his blood’s still boiling and your lips are so fucking pretty and there’s still the ghost of Rempe’s name in your mouth. He sinks into your throat, slow but relentless, holding your hair back with one hand and using the other to tilt your chin just right.

You choke. Gag a little. He groans — loudly.

“Yeah,” he pants. “That’s it, sweetheart. Let me hear it.”

You make a sound, mouth full, eyes glassy, hands gripping his thighs. He starts to move — shallow at first, then deeper. Every thrust forces another tear down your cheek.

“You wanna make me jealous?” he rasps. “You wanna let the whole league think you’re single?”

You try to shake your head, but he doesn’t let you. “No, baby. Say it. Say who you belong to.”

You pull off with a wet gasp, spit clinging to your lips. “You, Jack.”

He nods, wild-eyed. “Fucking right you do.”

He fucks your mouth like he needs it — like it’s the only way he knows how to calm down. His hips snap faster. You gag again, but don’t pull back.

When he finally finishes, it’s messy and deep. You swallow it on instinct, throat burning, heart thudding. He pulls out, watching your mouth as you breathe, wrecked and flushed and perfect.

Then —

A knock on the front door.

You both freeze.

Jack curses, dragging a hand down his face. “Fuck. They’re early.”

You blink. “What?”

He grabs your hand and pulls you up. “Dinner. My brothers. Remember?”

You stare at him, still on your knees. “You just fucked my throat like—”

“I know,” he says, tossing you a sweater. “You’ll be fine.”

You’re not fine. Not even a little. But ten minutes later, you’re at the table, pretending.

The dining room is cozy. Candles lit. Wine poured. You’ve brushed your hair and wiped your lips raw, but Jack’s fingerprints are still on your hips, your throat still tight.

Quinn gives you a polite smile. Luke keeps glancing between you and Jack.

You try to act normal. Pass the salad. Talk about the Flyers game. Compliment Quinn’s watch.

But under the table, Jack’s hand rests on your thigh again. Thumb rubbing slow circles. Quiet, grounding, and dangerous.

“Thanks for having us,” Quinn says at one point. “Sorry if it’s weird.”

You smile sweetly. “Not at all. Jack said it was time we met.”

Quinn raises an eyebrow. “Did he now?”

Jack shrugs, sipping his wine. “I’m not hiding her anymore.”

Your stomach flips.

Luke squints. “You okay, dude? You’re acting weird.”

Jack grins. “I’m great.”

You nudge him under the table.

He turns to you, all fake-innocent. “More salad, baby?”

You don’t speak. You just glare.

Because you both know the only thing full is your throat.

----

The second the front door closes behind you, Jack exhales like he’s been holding in air for hours.

You disappear down the hall to bed, hoodie half-off, still wearing his sweatpants, hair a little damp from the fastest shower on Earth. You don’t even look back. Just a sleepy, mumbled “night,” and he’s sure you’re out cold within minutes.

He turns to his brothers.

“Okay,” he says. “Let’s go.”

Luke and Quinn don’t respond. Just follow him silently into the quiet street outside your place. They walk a few blocks — the air cool, the streetlights low — and then it comes.

“Are you serious about her?” Quinn asks.

Jack sighs. “Yeah.”

Luke kicks at a loose pebble on the sidewalk. “You’re not just fucking around? She’s like, barely older than me.”

“I know.”

“And a Ranger.”

“I know.”

Quinn stops walking. Turns to face him. “Jack, this isn’t like every other girl you’ve pulled. This is different. You’re different.”

Jack meets his eyes. “I know.”

There’s a beat of silence.

“I’m in love with her,” Jack says. Quiet. Solid. Like he’s known it for a while but needed the right moment to say it.

Quinn stares at him. Luke squints like he misheard.

Jack keeps going. “I’ve never felt like this before. Not with anyone. And yeah, she’s young, and yeah, she plays for the wrong damn team, but—she’s it for me.”

Luke blinks. “So… you’re gonna marry a Ranger?”

“Eventually,” Jack mutters, stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets. “Yeah. If I don’t fuck it up first.”

Quinn is quiet again. Then — finally — he huffs a small, reluctant laugh.

“She’s cool,” he admits. “Fierce, too. Like, terrifying.”

“She’s kinda scary,” Luke adds.

Jack smirks. “Yeah. She’s a little psycho. I like it.”

Luke kicks his shoulder. “You’re so down bad it’s embarrassing.”

“I literally walked in on you dry heaving into her hoodie once,” Quinn deadpans. “You were like, in love with the scent.”

“I did not dry heave—”

“Jack,” Quinn cuts him off, “just take care of her. And if you fuck this up, you’ll have both of us to deal with.”

Jack nods. No smile this time. “I know.”

The three of them walk back toward the apartment. Jack’s a little quieter. A little softer. But he’s smiling now — the kind that says mine.

And when he steps back into your bedroom, you’re already half-asleep, curled up in his hoodie, one hand reaching for him even in your dreams.

Yeah.

You’re it.

#jack hughes #camficdiner #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes smut #jack hughes imagine #jh86 #jh86 imagine #jh86 x reader #jack hughes fanfiction #jack hughes fic

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rain-feather · 20 hours ago

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Skin hunger (perhaps？)

Two Time x Reader

I'm sorry first 🙇‍♀️! English is not my native language. I used a translator, so there might be pronoun errors or more… I hope they don't seem too strange or offensive when read 😭

I was very sleepy so I wrote randomly, but I still want to post it. However, I hope you can like it ❤️

I only used "they".

Two Time curled up on the bed. They had no idea how many days it was. Their fingers were inserted into their hair and rubbed, and their nails scraped their scalp from time to time, trying to relieve the itchiness from the skin cells.

In the early stages of the symptoms, when they can still be with you, because of the inexplicable restlessness in their hearts, they are always absent-minded and less efficient when fixing the generator, he turns to you at the edge of his sight, thoughts of what he wants to do emerge in his mind, looking at the dusty hands, watching your fingers hook up the wires to connect them, and wisps of thoughts start to overflow.

'Want to touch it, hold it, just do that. '

When the thought gets the upper hand for a moment and Two Time doesn't even realize what it has done, a finger touches your skin in an instant and casually wraps your hand completely.

A momentary sense of satisfaction fills the void in , and it's a very comfortable feeling

But because I'm wearing half-finger gloves, the skin is not in full contact, so the feeling of dissatisfaction starts to arise again, until it overcomes the pleasure that just emerged and takes over again, simply put, it becomes more and more demanding.

"What's wrong with you?" You look at them, feeling strange about their behavior.

"No... "Nothing," then said "May I hold your hand for a moment?"

Ah... It must be the Spawn that leads its own behavior to make itself desire you, telling them that you are two lines destined to be connected, only requiring them to pull you up and then tie the knot themselves to make you closer to them.

Two Time thought to himself that the unquenchable desire also made them more agitated.

When Two Time looks at the hand they have placed on your hand, and then raises their eyes to look at your face, the scene in front of their eyes turns into a dark black... They got it, they got the solution to all this.

At first, as soon as they lay in the bed, they felt empty inside and unconsciously wanted to hold the quilt or something to fall asleep peacefully. But gradually, these were no longer enough to ease the craving, as if returning to infancy, longing for more touch, warmth, completely real touch, and even scratching red marks on the skin for relief. Unable to satisfy one's own needs, every inch of skin cries out for contact from you, even if you wrap yourself up tightly, it still gets close to insomnia, loneliness and unease wrap around the body instead of the quilt.

I can't remember how many days it has been since I last saw you. !!!!!!!!!

Two Time won't be teleported to the lounge and will go straight back to a new single room after the game, unable to open the door, but there will be food every day, round after round but never see you.

But everyone says they've seen you.

It must be a test that comes with....

————————————

You haven't seen Two Time for a long Time. It seems as if it was done deliberately. Logically, in a game, everyone would take turns to form teams once and be able to see everyone in the lounge. But unfortunately, Two Time wasn't in the lounge, and everyone's answers were the same.

Although no one has seen him in the hall, he has been in contact in the game, and his condition seems to be getting worse and worse each time.

Someone asked that one question and they would reply, "Where is y/n?"

That's all the information you get, but who shuts Two Time and where? His room is empty. Is anyone trying to stop you from meeting? The person who threw you into this so-called game? This is also starting to get your mental state down.

You unconsciously raise your hands to scratch your hair, impatiently open The lounge door, whether it's The Spawn hearing their prayers or the ghost wanting to watch something else, you see the Two Time that you've been worrying about.

Wait... Is that Two Time? Did they show up in front of me?

The other person is somewhat confused about the situation, the whole person looks paler than before, the eyes are somewhat dazed, the whole person exudes exhaustion, in a trance see your figure, a glimmer of light flashes in their eyes, a smile is squeezed out of the corner of the mouth, you think you are mistaken, but the fact is different, Two Time look at you just raised your hand, fingertips finally hooked only on your fabric Your vision suddenly turned pitch black, and after a moment of tinnitus, when you opened your eyes again, you had already been teleported to the opponent's map.

Ahl...... Why?

You punch the nearby wall and vent feebly.

You finally believe that you just saw him, but now there's nothing left, damn...

Will Two Time show up in the game?

You quickly check the list of chosen survivors, they're not on it, you clench your fist, take a deep breath to relax yourself, and try to search the map as much as you can to help your teammates to find some traces, maybe they'll be here?

You do that every round, hoping it's the last time.

As Time goes by second by second, you ask everyone you meet about the whereabouts of Two Time, and each time you ask, you feel your mouth getting drier.

Until a glimmer of hope kindled, Dusekkar said he could sense that Two Time was in the game, even if they weren't on the list, and then gave you a rough direction.

Just run... Running on and on, searching around, until the wind in the ear mingled with a chant, the eyes were covered by a fleeting white light, the eyes were pricked by the light and closed, and could faintly hear someone moving ahead.

Looking at the blurry figures in front of them, they lost their balance due to the pain brought by rebirth. They staggered forward and fell down peacefully following their intuition. They spread their arms and held the person in front of them in their arms. You supported your body by bearing the entire weight of the person, avoiding close contact with the floor.

"I really want to see you... My angel. spawn heard my PRAYER I'M GOING CRAZY...." Two Time 's voice is horribly hoarse, their breathing is rapid, the breath is hitting the neck again and again, the wings behind follow the owner' s consciousness to pull forward and surround you, there is even a little blood dripping from above, the face is buried in the side of your neck, the messy hair runs through the skin to bring a little itch.

Like a fish stranded on the shore, suddenly someone pours a cup of cool water to give them a brief peace of mind, and a greater craving for water comes over them.

"I never thought you would be here, I just saw you, I thought it was an illusion! To be honest, I've seen this kind of illusion many times." Their lips touched the back of their necks from time to time, and they breathed warm breaths as they spoke.

Feeling the movements of the people in front of you, you just hold them a little tighter, with countless questions in your mind that you want to say, but when you see the red scratch marks on the exposed part of their upper arms and their fair skin, you still want to ask about their condition first.

“Two Time... What's going on with your hand?"

"Hand... ? Don't worry, it's no big deal, you are my antidote, y/n "they murmured" in the name of spawn... We've been linked together."

They close their eyes, craving the tight embrace of the skin contact, so strong that it seems to melt you into their body, feel your body temperature, press your fingers into the skin, feel your body temperature through your clothes, suck your scent, truly perceive your presence, the tense spirit is relieved at this moment.

Two Time suddenly becomes very clingy "I won't let you leave me again... I mean it." Their voices grew fainter and fainter.

The hug was too strong and you felt a bit suffocated. "Two Time?" You try to swap them "I think you can, be gentle."

Two Time says straightforwardly, "I'm sorry, I just really want to make contact, really."

"But I don't know if I'll be able to see you again when I get back. I'm scared."

You didn't say that, it's an uncertainty, but now you just want the other person to be able to enjoy the moment, you raise your hand to stroke the back of their head, straighten their hair, just reply softly

"I know..."

Neither of you noticed the countdown, just hugged, and in the last few seconds Two Time seemed to sense the passage of time, holding you tighter.

Perhaps Two Time's devout prayers were answered, and you returned to the lounge together, but not in the same lounge as the rest of the survivors, but in the corridors of your respective rooms, and in the same positions as in the game.

Phew - they let out a deep breath.

They finally let go and look straight into your eyes. "I've been praying for this... The Spawn heard my prayer." The wings that emerged from Two Time's second life have been retracted.

Let go of your hands and grope to find you, hook your fingers and cross them together.

Take advantage of the gap to care about the other person's physical condition, then ask about what happened recently in Two Time, and they tell it all.

Anyway, Two Time gets a strange symptom. They want to have physical contact with you. If they can't have contact with you, they will feel uncomfortable at first and then start to feel uneasy... Fear of being abandoned.

They say they stayed in that room for a very long time and used many ways to try to relieve the symptoms, so there would be those marks on the skin, trying to hug themselves to balance the relief with the pain.

Imagining that they won't see you again or that you won't come to see them, the unease in their hearts intensifies, and they are about to be swallowed by the darkness, which also leads to some seemingly serious scratches.

"Does it hurt?

They just said indifferently, "It's okay. There's nothing more to care about now than you being in front of me."

You and they both heard footsteps on the stairs. Two Time gave a somewhat displeased look downstairs, took your hand and walked towards their room, unlocking, turning the door handle and opening the door in one go.

You've been cleaning Two Time's room all the time, so it's not that bad to be empty for so long.

Be clean and tidy, and try not to disrupt what Two Time does for Spawn.

"May I ask you to stay in my room tonight? Dear. '

They look at you, the dim light on their faces, and under their deep eyes lies a desire that could devour you.

They knew you would agree, but their hands had already quietly locked the lock.

'Sure.' You said, and then sat down on the bed with them, just like that.

The embrace just now has relieved them a lot. At least they don't have to endure anything anymore. Now it's just a simple longing.

They suddenly said, "y/n."

"What's up?"

"You won't leave me,... Just as I won't leave you, right?" Two Time's voice trembled a little. They were indeed frightened by the nightmares that kept coming up these days. They wanted to hear you say it yourself.

"I won't, just as you won't leave me."

You gently kiss the words into their mouths, hoping that they will ease their unease sooner.

#forsaken x reader #forsaken #two time x reader

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