#now I want a Blanca for a pet

[linhmiu201]

OMG! Blanca just flew into my room...! And the biggest I've ever seen too... about a finger of mine or so. My mind went blank seeing a big Blanca and I just mechanically took a picture so it's kinda blurry. No, more like, a small Blanca...? If you have entomophobia don't expand.

Oberon came to me a few days ago and he was such a troll. I thought with the 4-star CEs in that roll - hell, there are 4 of it! - then there wasn't any hope left, so I looked elsewhere for a moment, and BAM! He came at the very last.

[minkyungseokie]

第二章 | Moving and Meeting the Boss

warnings; age gap love(R: 23, S:39, T: 50), gxg, throuple, controversial age gaps, random German and Scottish pet names, topics of eating that aren't ED related, but might be triggering to some, DeepL translated languages. Untranslated Chinese, French, and other languages

note; okay! second chapter is now ready. I might start another series based on driver x reader x wag. I sort of rushed through this. I also changed a couple of things

She now contracted meningitis during her F2 days and that was the reason for her leaving, but she told people it was the lack of funds

There has something to do with eating, but it's not an ED

The eating thing is based off of a very adorable mukbang YouTuber named Tzuyang. I also never been to Monaco, so Idk how everything works

Realized she should have a last name since she's Felix's sister

note2; please give me requests for moodboards, blurbs, smaus, or anything else you want for this series. Or just request anything as long as you read my rules and how to request thing

fc; imleslie(Y/n), xavier serrano(Aaron Antognelli), blanca soler(Chiara Lorenzi)

Come Talk to Me

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Buckle up! This is a long one!!!!!!!!

(My god, Susie is so fucking pretty that I might actually cry)

In the now packed-up house, Y/n gazed around. "Are you all packed up?" Her brother asked as he crossed his arms next to her. Chan sighed, "I'm going to miss coming over to your house and hanging out," he said, looking around the house. With a soft smile that showed off her sharp teeth, Y/n looked at her brother, "He'll miss popping by my house during random times when the homeless orphans don't have work to do and mooching off me until he needs to go home to Korea." Y/n teased, pinching his freckled cheeks.

Chan giggled at Felix's expression and looked away, clearing his throat when Felix's glare turned to him. The long-haired male slapped his sister's hand away gently and tried to keep his scowl before giving up and breaking out into smiles as laughs filled the room. "For real though, I am going to miss you." Felix said, opening his arms for Y/n to enter, "Aw, I'm going to miss you too, but you can come visit me anytime you want in Monaco." Y/n offered, pulling back.

"You too, Channie. You and the rest of the derelict unparented are free to come visit me in Monaco when you want." Y/n said, opening her arms up to the shorter male. "Why does this feel like I'm sending my little sister off?" Chan asked, gladly accepting the hug that was offered, "You are basically family, mate." Felix assured, wrapping his arms around both his sister and his best friend. The group continued to hug until there was a loud honk heard in front of the house, "Well, I guess we should get this stuff into the truck." Y/n said, letting go of the two singers to grab one of the nearest boxes.

Y/n lugged the box to the truck where a mover stood, ready to grab the box from her hands and put it in the truck, "I'll take that, sir." The worker offered. Y/n froze and stared at the mover, "Excuse me?" Y/n asked, "Oh? Did I say something wrong?" The worker questioned, looking at Y/n with a raised eyebrow, "I am not a man. Please don't assume because I have masculine features." Y/n said, steeling her nerves. Y/n wasn't a confrontational person, but over the years, resentment had built up enough for her to tell someone off when they called her a man.

Her boobs were prominent enough for people to know that she wasn't a man and she was wearing a sports bra with flannel, how the hell did the man assume she was one as well? "I'm sorry, I didn't know--" "I think you did know, but it's whatever. Don't do it again." Y/n huffed, turning around and walking away.

Y/n entered the home again and grabbed a box aggressively, huffing dramatically. Felix and Chan shared looks before putting the boxes they had in their possession down, "Hey, what's wrong?" Chan questioned.

Y/n shook her head, taking deep breaths to calm herself down. She sometimes felt like it was irrational of her to get so upset by someone assuming she was a man, but at the same time, anyone would get upset by being called the wrong gender.

Y/n squared her shoulders and picked up another box before turning to look at the two with a smile, "It's nothing, mate. Just a bit of an annoyance." Y/n then turned and walked out with the box in her hands.

The trio made their way back and forth until all the boxes were in the truck. Now, they stood on the lawn watching as the movers grabbed the furniture and loaded it onto the truck, "Y'know, we're actually going to miss you." Chan spoke up, continuing to watch the movers work. "I know. That's why I said you're free to visit me in Monaco. I'll also try to visit you and in Seoul whenever I can." Y/n assured, throwing her arms around each of the boy's shoulders and giving them an awkward side hug.

"We know. We'll try to visit when we can too." Felix said, laying his head on her arm with Changbin following suit, "We're done, ma'am. We'll be taking this to the sea freight now unless there is something else you need." The mover looked at the tall half-Asian with a pointed look, asking if there was anything she needed or if were they good.

"You're good to go. Thank you." Y/n said, nodding at the mover. The trio watched as the movers packed up and drove away, "What time do you leave?" Felix asked after a few moments of silence, "Three o'clock in the morning. Seeing as my insomnia is so bad that I can't fall asleep, I'll probably be up and out by two. Do you mind dropping my keys off at the realtor office safe drop box? I won't be able to do it since I leave at three." Y/n said.

"Yeah, we can do that. We'll be dropping you off anyway." Chan nodded, shoving his hands into his pockets.

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

"Yah, wake up. It's two." Felix hissed as if there were others in the house.

Y/n groaned and swatted Felix's hands away before turning onto her side and snuggling into the blankets, "Y/n, it's time to wake up." Chan said, joining Felix at the side of the hotel bed Y/n was sleeping in. The two put their hands on her and looked at each other, nodding before violently shaking Y/n back and forth.

"搞什么鬼?!" Y/n yelled in Chinese after being woken up so violently, turning to stare at her brothers with wide eyes, "Sorry, you wouldn't wake up, so we decided to shake you until you woke up." Chan snickered, signing as he spoke, looking away as Y/n glared at him and Felix. 

Y/n sighed and threw the blankets off of her body, "Jesus, dude. You could've kept trying to wake me up gently." The dark-haired woman scowled, reaching over to grab the external part of her cochlear implant and the hearing aid for her other ear. Felix grabbed the hearing aid and helped her put it into her ear, "When are you getting your other cochlear?" Felix questioned, making sure the volume was on the level Y/n always kept it on.

"I get the second implant after I start my new job. I'll have to tell the boss about it as soon I do the interview. Especially since I forgot to tell her about my lack of hearing." Y/n mumbled, looking at Chan and Felix from the side since she knew that they would be giving her judgy looks.

Y/n turned to see that they were indeed giving her disappointed looks as if she wasn't taller than Chan, older than Felix, and more intimidating than the both of them combined. "Stop looking at me like that! I was trying to get the application in as fast as I could. I simply just...forgot to put it on my application." Y/n explained, looking down and scratching her cheek. When she looked back up, they were still looking at her with disappointment, "Stop looking at me like you're my parents and I just got caught smoking a fat one....or something cause I wouldn't know how they would look at me." Y/n quickly added the second part and gave the two boys a awkward smile.

Felix and Chan sighed in unison, "Okay, well, I guess we can't really be that upset with you since you'll be telling her face-to-face. Get up and get ready. Felix picked out some clothes for you to wear." Chan said, pointing to the end of the bed where some clothes were laid out for her, Y/n sighed, running a hand through her thick hair, "Okay, whatever. Please move out of the way." 

Chan stepped back as Y/n swung her long legs over the side of the bed and planted her feet onto the floor, grabbing the clothes and studying them before going to the bathroom to get changed while Felix and Chan checked to make sure that everything was properly packed. Y/n exited the bathroom wearing a pair of high waisted brown trousers, a white collared button down with a brown, beige and white sweater vest one top.

Y/n sat down on the bed and picked up the socks that were sitting on the bed, putting them on while Felix and Chan continued to talk, "Y/n, do you want to get some McDonald's on the way or something?" Felix asked.

"I just want a coffee and a bagel honestly. We can get something from the bagel shop nearby. I heard they have some good bagels and coffee." Y/n suggested, putting on her boots and grabbing the glasses that were on the nightstand next to the bed. "I'm down." Chan said, looking to Felix, "I'm okay with that." The blonde shrugged, grabbing Y/n's suitcase and pulling it out into the hallway.

Y/n stood up and looked around, making sure that she had left nothing on the ground

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

Y/n turned and looked at her brother as she got ready to board the plane, "Okay, so you'll call when you've landed in Monaco, right?" Felix inquired, holding her wrists lightly. Y/n rolled her eyes and chuckled, "I promise that I'll call you as soon as I get to my new home in Monaco. Don't worry about me. Just make sure that you take care of yourself. All of you." Y/n gave a pointed look at Chan.

"What? Why'd you look at me like that?" Chan chuckled nervously, "I'm telling you to take care of yourself. You tend not to do that." Y/n joked, looking him in the side. Chan jumped away as if he was shocked and held his side, "No promises, but I'll try."

"Flight 35 A is now boarding."

Y/n looked over at where people were beginning to line up, "Alright, it seems I've got to go." The girl pointed behind her with a thumb. Felix pulled his sister into a hug and laid his head on her shoulder, "You better call me when you land. I'll fly to Monaco myself if you don't." He said voice muffled into her sweater vest.

"Okay, let go. I have to board." Y/n groaned, pushing the blonde away from her playfully, "See you, Y/n." Chan said, giving the girl a quick hug. Y/n grabbed her carry-on and boarded the plane, "Make sure the other Stray Animals are around when I call. I want to talk to all of you." Y/n spoke.

After a long flight, of which she slept through most, she hopped off the flight feeling groggy and completely disoriented. To be quite honest, she just wanted to go to sleep in a bed with thick blankets and the fan blasting on her face so she didn't overheat while sleeping. The thing was, she wouldn't be able to meet up with the person who sold her the house until the next day because the offices were closed and her stuff wouldn't arrive until the next day either, so she had to get a hotel for the night.

Y/n groaned as she rolled her neck, attempting to massage the stiffness out of her shoulder and neck as she entered the Uber, "Uh, Hôtel Fairmont Monte Carlo, s'il vous plaît." Y/n spoke in a tired and dull tone.

The driver nodded and pulled off. Y/n pulled out her phone and pressed on the contact of the one person she knew would be up. It was 9:41 PM in Monaco, which meant it was 4:41 AM in Seoul currently and there was one person she could guarantee would be up at that time.

Chan.

Y/n pulled out a pair of headphones with a large-diameter ear cup that completely encloses her ear and audio processor and put them on. Y/n looked out the window while the phone rang, "Hey! You're in Monaco, I'm guessing." Chan said as his face popped up on the screen. "Yeah, I'm in an Uber right now. I'm heading to the hotel." Y/n mumbled, mouth stretching into a little yawn.

"Oh, yeah. Your stuff isn't there yet, is it?" Chan asked, looking at something off to the side, "No, it'll be arriving tomorrow afternoon. I'll be contacting Mrs. Wolff tomorrow as well to schedule the interview. The jet lag was going to be a bitch." Y/n sighed, leaning against the window. "Yeah, it is. What time is it there?" Chan questioned, "It's, uh, 9:43 PM." Y/n answered, dragging her eyes away from the fogged-up window to the face on her phone.

"Have you eaten?" Chan questioned, "No, not yet. Have you?" Y/n raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I ate some ramen earlier. I'm just snacking on some honey butter chips right now." Chan responded, lifting the yellow bag to the screen.

Y/n opened her mouth to say something, but she was interrupted by the driver, "Madame, nous sommes arrivés à votre destination."

Y/n looked out the window and saw they were indeed in front of the luxury hotel, "D'accord, merci, monsieur. Je vous souhaite une excellente soirée. Sorry, Chan. I have to go. Tell Lixie and the others to text me when they can." Y/n said, exiting the car.

"Okay, I will. Have a good night." Chan said, "Have a good day, mate." Y/n said before hanging up. Y/n pocketed her phone and grabbed her items from the trunk. She waved at the driver in thanks and made her way into the hotel. It was a random one that she picked out and it was probably way too luxurious for a one-night stay, but it was the closest to where her new home would be and she was way too tired to find an even cheaper hotel.

She checked in and paid for the room, trudging up the stairs in a slumped-over position. As soon as she found her room, she stood up and unlocked it as if she was being followed by someone and had to enter quickly. Y/n threw the door open and closed, dropping her bags where she stood before making her way to the bed and getting in

Y/n woke up the next day and immediately ordered an Uber. Her items would be arriving today and she already slept in pretty late. Y/n's dark brown eyes swept the room until they landed on the digital clock on the dresser. It was 2:52 PM. The truck with her stuff would be there around four and the realtor would be there around 3:00, so she had to get going pretty quickly. Luckily, her Uber was on its way and she would be at her new address in no time.

Honk!

Y/n's head snapped up once she had heard the honking of the horn. She could only assume that they were there for her and the chime from her phone telling her that her ride has arrived only confirmed her suspicion. Y/n quickly gathered her items and sped and walked out of the front of the building with her hand up in a wave to show that it was her who had ordered the Uber. Y/n pulled up the trunk after the driver had opened it from the inside of the car.

Y/n put her suitcase and carry-on bag into the trunk and closed it, rushing to get to the backseat and get into the car. "Bonjour, Monsieur. Monaco, La Condamine, 98000 Monaco, s'il vous plaît." Y/n said breathily, pulling her phone out of the bag she had and opening the notes app. Seeing as she would have to move all of her stuff in, of course with the help of the moving pros, and there were some other things she needed to do through the day, she decided that it would be a good idea to make a to-do list.

To do for today and tomorrow

Move my stuff into the house

Rearrange everything to my liking

Unpack everything

Go grocery shopping

Call Mrs. Wolff back

Y/n reread the list over and over to see if anything else came to mind, but when nothing did, she pocketed her phone again and stared out the window. Monaco was a truly gorgeous place and she could see herself living out the rest of her life in this beautiful country.

She could definitely see herself finding a man or woman, who would most definitely be an F1 fan seeing as the country basically lived and breathed F1, finding a much better home, settling down, and having a family.

It wasn't something she wanted anytime soon since she was still pretty young, but it was something she could see happening when she was ready.

Actually, now that Y/n thought about it, and as the car passed by the water, she doesn't think any house, which was actually one of those apartments where you have a whole floor to yourself, would be better than the one she got. It cost an arm and a leg to get and she would be able to afford it after she finally started the PA position.

The flat included three bedrooms, one bathroom, two shower rooms, one separate toilet and a kitchen. In total, it has four rooms. Two underground parking spaces provide space for any vehicles and a balcony that overlooked the water. It that high street, city center, bus station, and shopping center all within 500 m, so it was well situated.

Y/n sighed and closed her eyes. This was the start of her new life. While she was is Monaco, she was going to be a different person then what she was in Australia. Gone is the shy, antisocial, introverted girl that lived in Sydney and in is the girl who is still the same thing, but trying to be more confident.

"Pardonnez-moi, madame. Nous sommes arrivés." The driver announced, "Hm? Oh, merci beaucoup." Y/n thanked as she exited the car. She waited until the driver popped the trunk and then grabbed her things, "Merci encore, madame. J'espère que vous passerez une excellente soirée."

The driver gave Y/n a smile, "C'est très gentil de votre part. J'espère que vous passerez également une excellente soirée." She responded before driving off, giving Y/n a wave as she drove off.

"Miss Lee?" A voice with a thick accent called out from behind her. Y/n whirled around to face a tall man with dark, curly hair, a chisled jaw, and broad shoulders. It was the realtor, "Ah, Mr. Tomatis. How are you doing today?" Y/n greeted, looking to the side so she didn't make eye contact. "I am well. Listen, I would love to stay and talk with you, but I have an important showing to do, so here's your keys. Enjoy your new home." Mr. Tomatis gently place the keys into her hands before walking off.

"Oh-kay. Guess it's time to check out the new place in person." Y/n took a deep breath, trilling as she exhaled. The girl made her way into the building until she reached her floor. Y/n put the key into the door and unlocked it, "Home sweet home, I guess. Once I step through this door, my new life officially starts." Y/n mumbled, resting her forehead against the cool wood. Y/n opened the door and wheeled her suitcase in behind her, "Woah, this is sick!" Y/n awed, looking around her home.

She left the suitcase and carry-on near the entrance and walked around, looking through each room and mentally mapping what went into each room and how she would lay everything out.

Once she was done with her mental mapping, her hands fell to her sides and she looked around with a flat face and eyes dulled due to boredom.

She didn't know what to do now.

The truck wouldn't be there until four and it was only... Y/n looked down at the screen of her phone, which displayed the time in a large blue font...3:12.

Suddenly, an idea popped into Y/n's head. She had to schedule the interview and was advised to do so once she was settled down enough, but since she had time to waste, why not do it now? Y/n opened her contacts and pressed on Susie's, making sure it was on speaker, "Hello?" The sweet Irish voice that Y/n had heard last time, answered the phone.

"Uh, yes. It's Y/n Lee. I'm calling to set up my interview for the PA position." Y/n stammered, "Oh, Ms. Lee! I've been expecting your call back. I assume that means you're in Monaco?" Susie asked, "Yeah, uh, yes...ma'am." Y/n confirmed, nodding as of the woman on the other line could see her.

"Great, I know that you're going to need some time to settle down completely, so the interview will not be taking place any time this week. How about the next week around 10:00 AM? What day works for you?" Susie questioned, "I can do next week. How about Wednesday?" Y/n pulled out a pen and pad of paper to write down the date and time. "Wednesday works perfectly. Alright, I will e you then." Susie said.

"See you then." Y/n confirmed before pressing the 'end call' button. Just as Y/n put her phone on the counter, she got another call but this time from the company that had her stuff, telling her that they had arrived early and were ready to move her stuff in.

Y/n ran out the front door and down the stairs to see that they had indeed arrived earlier than planned and were already beginning to unload the lighter stuff, "Hey, I didn't expect you to be so early. Please, follow me and I'll show you where my apartment is." Y/n said, grabbing a box and leading the way to her floor.

After showing the movers where she was, Y/n went back down to grab another, but before she could make it too far, someone stopped her. "Hey, I couldn't help but notice you're moving in. Do you want some help?" A tall slender man with dark hair and dark eyes. The man in front of her was the very definition of tall, dark, and handsome and Y/n was the definition of awkward around pretty people.

Y/n opened her mouth to decline, probably stutter through the sentence before falling too embarrassed to continue speaking, when another voice spoke up. "Babe, what are you doing? Who's this?" A woman who absolutely gorgeous saddeled herself next to the man, looking up at Y/n with a raised, perfectly sculpted, eyebrow. "I-uh..." Y/n's eyes darted around frantically, trying to find any way out of the situation.

She knew she said she was going to be a totally different person than she was in Australia, but she had the worst night of sleep where her body got too hot with the blankets, too cold with the fan, and still too hot with both. She also kept waking up randomly during the night, feeling dizzy and disoriented. She also may be up and doing things, but she was severely jet lagged and wanted to do nothing, but drop dead on the floor and sleep until she could physically no longer sleep.

Y/n was going to be quite honest, she could use the help and it would make things go a lot faster, but how was she, a socially awkward person, to talk to two very pretty people? 

Answer; she didn't.

She walked past them with a quick 'excuse me' pretending like she didn't hear them. If they got upset with her, she'll just say her hearing aids weren't on or turned up enough for her to hear that they were speaking to her. "Wait! Ma'am, hold on." The man called out, following Y/n outside and grabbing her wrist gently, stopping her in her tracks. Y/n steeled herself and whirled around with a fake smile, "Oh, sorry. Can I, uh, can I help you?" Y/n asked, eyes darting between the man, who was giving her a smile, and the woman, who was scowling at her with her arms crossed.

"Yes, you can help us. My boyfriend asked you a question and you just walked past us as if you didn't hear. Are you deaf or something?" The girl sneered.

"Yes."

"Pa-pardon?" The girl asked, dropping her arms, Y/n turned her head to the side, showing the couple her cochlear and the the hearing aid, "I-I am in fact...deaf." Y/n muttered, turning to go get more boxes. Behind her she could hear the flustered man scolding his girlfriend while she stammered out flustered responses, 

"How could you-?!"

 "I..I didn't know, okay? Hop off my balls."

"Woman, what balls would I be hopping off of?"

"I... You... Just shut up! We should be helping anyway."

The two stopped their flustered play fighting as Y/n walked past. They both grabbed boxes and followed her, "Hey, we are so sorry." The man spoke up, speed walking so he was next to Y/n, "Especially me. I didn't know you were actually deaf and even if you weren't, I wasn't being the nicest. It's just, and this isn't an excuse, there have been some... how do I say this?" The girl asked, looking up.

"Issues." The man supplied, the woman snapped her fingers and pointed at her boyfriend before quickly putting her hand back under the box as it began to tip over in her hands, "Issues. We have had some issues with our last neighbours and it made me sort of defensive. Sorry about that. My name Chiara Lorenzi and this is my boyfriend..." Chiara trailed off so that he could speak for himself.

"Aaron Antognelli. And you are?" Aaron asked, depositing the box on the floor of Y/n's apartment, "Y/n Lee." Y/n answered. "It's nice to meet you, Y/n. I hope we get to become very good friends in the near future." Chiara said, nudging the taller girl as she and Aaron walked out to grab more boxes.

With the extra two sets of hands, Y/n and the movers were able to get everything inside quickly and it was a good thing too since the sky began to dark with thick rain clouds. "Um, thank you for your help." Y/n muttered, going into her house and beginning to close the door when a hand appeared between the door and the frame, keeping her from closing it fully, "Hold on there, kangaroo. Don't you want help unpacking?" Aaron asked.

"Oh, no. I couldn't ask for that. You have done quite a bit a-and I don't know you well enough." Y/n frantically shook her head. The couple shared a look before turning back to Y/n, "Please, we... I insist. We want to make up for the rocky way we greeted you. Of course, we won't force you to and if you don't want us to help you, we'll leave." Chiara said.

Y/n sighed and nodded, opening the door fully to let the couple in. She didn't know them or trust them, but she also needed all the help she could get. That, and she was shit at decorating, so it would be nice to enlist the help of someone else.

Chiara and Aaron looked around, "Why does your apartment look so much better than ours?" Aaron asked, "I thought they were all the same." Y/n said, looking at her spacious place. "Nah, yours has much more space, but it could be the fact that you're living alone that makes it seem that way." Aaron shrugged.

Chiara whirled around and clapped her hands together, "Alright, let's get this done."

With a yelp, Y/n fell out of her bed as the alarm she had set on her phone blared in her ear that contained the hearing aid. She had so much fun with Aaron and Chiara the previous night that she ended up going to be later than she usually liked to whenever she had something important to do the next day. After the day they helped her unpack, the two quickly became friends Y/n and they had been hanging out with each other ever since.

Y/n groaned and hobbled over to a cabinet near her bed where she kept her medicine, "Shit, getting drunk the day before my interview was not smart." Y/n grumbled, opening a bottle of pills and a bottle of water from her mini fridge.

Y/n gathered her clothing and put it on the end of the bed then went and took a scalding hot shower that helped her sober up. Y/n gave a quiet groan as she messaged her shoulders, "Man, my shoulders are stiff." She complained.

Stepping out of the shower, Y/n put on her outfit, which consisted of wool wide-leg pants, a skims t-shirt bodysuit, a nocturne cropped jacket, and a pair of heeled patchwork boots. Looking in the mirror, Y/n narrowed her eyes, "Hmm, wait." Y/n looked around to the clothes she had thrown everywhere when looking for a good outfit.

Her room was covered in an explosion of beige, brown, white, and black. There was not a lick of color in any of her wardrobe, save for her shoes, which were still not brightly colored, so they still fit her aesthetic. "I need to add some color to my wardrobe." Y/n muttered, before grabbing her things and making her way down to where the Uber was waiting for her.

She gave the driver the address of a café that Susie had suggested, Café de Paris, and  off they went. Y/n's heart thudded so hard in her chest that she was pretty sure that the beat was coming from her stomach rather than her chest. Y/n ran a hand through her long, messy hair and tried to calm the nervous feeling in her stomach.

The driver looked at Y/n through the rear mirror and cleared his throat, "Nerveux? Vous avez un rendez-vous ou une raison de vous énerver?" He asked, causing Y/n to jump from the sudden addressing. "Euh, oui. J'ai un entretien très important. J'ai déjà obtenu le poste, mais je suis encore nerveux." Y/n answered shakily, wringing her hands together nervously.

The driver studied Y/n through the mirror before turning his eyes back to the road, "Eh, don't be nervous. It must be just a 'get to know you' interview." The driver said, switching to English and waving a hand to the side as if he was brushing Y/n's nervousness away.

"You're right. Merci, Monsieur." Y/n sighed, leaning back against the headrest. The rest of the car ride was spent in silence.

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

Susie sat at a table in Café de Paris, occasionally looking at her watch as she waited for Y/n to arrive. Admittedly, she had arrived a bit too early, but she was excited. She had been looking forward to finally starting the F1 academy and with Y/n working by her side, she'd make these girls into Formula One champions.

Susie continued looking out the window for Y/n, even though she has no idea what Y/n looked like at all. Y/n walked through the door and approached Susie from behind, "Mrs. Wolff?" Y/n spoke up, causing the blonde woman to jump up. As soon as they were face-to-face, both women froze.

Now, Y/n was open about her sexuality and what she liked, but Susie wasn't. Susie had never been interested in women and she wasn't one who would ever fall in love when she already had a husband and a beautiful son, but Susie's heart raced looking at the younger woman and she couldn't understand why. Susie had no problem admitting when another woman is beautiful and the one in front of her? Well, she was drop dead gorgeous in Susie's eyes.

"Ah, Ms. Lee. You startled me." Susie chuckled, putting a hand on her chest to calm her racing heart. Whether it was racing because of Y/n's beauty or because she genuinely got startled, she didn't know. Either way, the woman in front of her made her heart race. "My apologies, Mrs. Wolff. I didn't mean to scare you." Y/n apologized, giving the older woman a shallow bow instinctively.

"Shall we sit and begin?" Susie asked, gesturing to the chair. Y/n nodded and sat down across from the older woman. "Okay, remember that you already have the job. This is just to get to know you a bit more. Do you want to order something or do you just want to start?" Susie questioned.

"I would like to order something." Y/n muttered, Susie gestured to someone and a waiter came over, "Are you ladies ready to order?" The waiter asked politely. "Yes, I would like a chocolate chaud and panna cotta parfumeé au citron." Susie told the waiter who wrote it down before turning to Y/n, "I would like Le Chou Profiterole and the Irish coffee. Please." Y/n said.

Once the waiter finished writing down their orders and left, Susie turned back to Y/n with a smile that made Y/n want to throw herself off a cliff. She was so pretty and Y/n didn't think Susie knew just how gorgeous she was.

"Okay, let's start while we're waiting for our orders. Can you tell me about yourself?" Susie questioned, "Oh okay, um... I'm Y/n Lee, I am half Chinese and Half Australian, I am 23 years old, I want to do modeling in my spare time, I like surfing and skiing, and I used to be a Formula Two driver before I contracted meningitis and had to stop." Y/n replied.

"You contracted meningitis?" Susie asked, "I did. I lost hearing in my right ear," Y/n turned her head and moved her hair, showing her cochlear, "I had to get a cochlear for my right ear and I have a hearing aid in my left because I'm losing my hearing in that ear. After I got my surgery, I just decided not to continue driving even though I would love to continue." Y/n shrugged.

Susie nodded, "If you had the chance, would you try and continue to drive in F2?" Susie questioned. Y/n sighed and looked around the café, "I honestly never thought about it. I wanted to but I didn't have enough money to continue, so I thought that my chances were over. If I had the chance to do it again, I don't know if I would take it. I'm turning 23 soon and I fell like I'm getting too old." Y/n said, looking up as the waiter arrived with their stuff.

"Thank you/Merci." Susie and Y/n said simultaneously. Y/n brought the glass mug up to her lips and took a sip of the drink. Y/n put the mug down and looked at Susie again, "What are your goals for the next five years?" Susie asked.

"Hmm, I think I still see myself working in the motorsports world or perhaps attempting to further my modeling career. Or both." Y/n answered, picking up one of the cream puff and taking a bite, refraining from making any sort of noise. 

"Do you consider yourself a passionate person when it comes to this sport?" Susie inquired, Y/n nodded as she swallowed the pastry in her mouth, "I was..am...Before I got meningitis, I was obsessed with being a Formula One driver. I was about as passionate about it like most of the guys on the grid. It was my passion." Y/n explained.

Susie nodded and sat back in her chair, "That'll be all." She said, picking up her spoon and eating some of her panna cotta parfumeé au citron. Y/n paused halfway from the plate where she was reaching for another mini creampuff, "That's all?" She asked, "That's all." Susie reiterated 

"Okay." Y/n nodded. She was honestly so unsure as to why she needed to do the interview when she was only going to be asked about four questions, "Now, let's get to know each other since we're going to be working closely together. My name is Suzanne Wolff, but you can call me Susie. I am Scottish, 39 years old, I have a wonderful husband who is the team principal of Mercedes-AMG PETRONAS Formula One team, and I have a gorgeous fiver-year-old son named Jack." Susie introduced herself.

The woman held out a hand for Y/n to shake, "It's wonderful to meet you, Mrs. Wolff. I look forward to working with you." Y/n said, grabbing the older woman's hand and shaking it firmly. Susie waved off her formalities, "Oh, please. Call me Susie. We'll be working close together, so we might as well drop the formalities." She chuckled.

The two women continued to talk about random topics, getting to know each other more and more. The two became quick friends and even made plans to hang outside of work sometime in the future and even talked about Y/n meeting her son and husband since she would have to meet them eventually.

By the time Y/n was in her Uber and on her way home, it was well into the afternoon and Y/n had a small permanent smile on her face as she thought about the older woman.

Y/n hated to admit it, but she tended to catch feelings for people quite easily. She didn't and never would believe in love at first sight, but she did believe that one can get to know someone well enough to gain some sort of feelings for someone. 

And Y/n could tell that the bubbling feeling in her stomach was her feeling giddy and anxious. She was beginning to feel something for the older married woman, but she brushed it off. It was just a small puppy crush, and even if it wasn't, nothing would ever come of it. Susie was a heterosexual married woman with a family and if there was one thing Y/n could never be, it was a homewrecker.

 Susie entered her home happily. Her husband and son greeting her at the entrance, "Hello, liebling. How was the interview? I can assume it went well since you're smiling from ear to ear." Toto said, kissing his wife on the forehead. "She's perfect, Toto. She is everything I wanted and more in a personal assistant. Not to mention she's absolutely gorgeous. If she were to go to a GP, people would assume she is some sort of supermodel WAG." Susie said absentmindedly.

Toto gave his wife an odd look as she bent down to greet their five-year-old. His wife was what some people would call a girl's girl and she definitely has complimented other women before, but the way she had talked about the woman she had met with made him feel curious. She had never sounded so infatuated with anyone other than him and Jack.

Of course, Toto knew that his wife was not going to cheat on him and especially not with another woman, but there was just a feeling in his gut that said there was something more than just a regular excitement to be getting the F1 Academy project off the ground. 

"Yeah? Is that right?" Toto asked, "Yes. She used to be a F2 driver too, so she is the most perfect candidate for the job. I think you and Jackie would lover her." Susie said, kissing the top of Jack's head and carrying him into the kitchen.

Toto shook his head as he chuckled. He didn't know what the woman was like, but she must have been super amazing because she left such an impression on his wife that she was positively gushing about the new PA.

By the time Susie stopped talking about the new PA, Toto himself couldn't wait to meet her and he was now sharing the excitement that she was practically projecting off her in waves.

This was the start of something new and both Wolff's could tell.

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[lets-go-banana-fishing]

Rating Bf characters on how well I think they would perform at their Part-time job

Y'all remember the Banana Fish part-time job artworks? Well I remembered it so now it's my job to share my unwanted opinion on all of them :)

1. Ash as Pizza delivery boy: 5/10

With Ash it just really depends on his mood

He's the fastest deliverer if he wants to

But he's also the guy to deliver your pizza with half the pizza missing and his explanation being: "sorry bro I got hungry"

Also your order will "mysteriously disappear" if you don't tip him enough

2. Shorter as Waiter: 10/10

I mean it's canon that Shorter works at Chang Dai

He wants to be the future owner of the diner so his grind is strong 💪💪

Makes the customers feel comfortable and I just feel like the vibe would be good with him.

3. Sing as Messenger Boy: 7/10

I can see him having fun at this job

Problem is when he starts to have too much fun and gets too invested in people's businesses

He's gonna know every secret in every neighborhood that's nearby

Bonus point because despite acting like he's a delivery boy from the 1900's (definitely tried to speak like them as well), he does a good job

4. Eiji as Pet Groomer: 100/10

Staff was so right for this

Puppy happiness increases by 1000%

5. Yut Lung as Beauty Advisor: 9.5/10

Okay first of all he ABSOLUTELY KNOWS what he's doing so this is an amazing job choice

Will give his clients actual helpful advice and make sure they look STUNNING

Also he definitely lets you rant about your day and will gossip with you whilst fixing your mascara

(and he absolutely calls his clients "honey" or "sweetie" so bonus point)

Minor problem is he WILL judge you if he doesn't like one of your requests and he WILL let you know

6. Blanca as Bartender: -1000/10

I do not trust this man with my drink.

[justplainwhump]

Blanca

Instead of writing for the prompt I had planned to, I came up with a new character, and backstory to an existing one. Things happen. At least now we know, why Rosa was a little sad when watching Angel.

[masterlist]

Content / warning: BBU, multiple whumpees, pet whump, implied/referenced noncon (BBU Romantic), lady whump; mentioned (consensual) pregnancy of a side character. 

Rosa found out while cleaning Madam's bathroom. Her masters had one private bathroom each, both branching off from the huge master bedroom, and connected by a walk in wardrobe. Sir's had a shower, Madam's had a bath tub, and the little white plastic tube was laying on the edge of that tub, nested on a piece of toilet paper.

Rosa didn't know why she recognized exactly what she was looking at, but she did. 

A pregnancy test. 

Positive.

She didn't throw it away. Not because Madam might've wanted to keep it to show it to their Sir - which was likely. But because Rosa wouldn't look at even one more time. If she refused to see, maybe it would just fade out of existence, these two blue lines that were going to tear apart her entire reality. 

She refused to see, to think, to talk. Just let her routines take over, finish cleaning the rest of this bathroom, then the other, fold her owners' clothes, arrange his watches, polish his shoes, everything perfect for when he'd return from his business trip. 

She cooked dinner for Madam, coq au vin, her favorite, and Madam was in a good enough mood to let Rosa sit with her at the table and eat some of it herself.

Rosa didn't question it. She didn't want to think about what it was that made Madam so generous. 

To her horror, Madam obviously did want to think about it. Think, and talk. To her. It was daunting. Rosa preferred it quiet.

Blanca sometimes teased Rosa for it, for the silence between her and Madam. Blanca's narration made it seem like there was rarely any silence between her and Sir. Rosa didn’t think that was any better, though.

"You do have training as a caregiver, Rosa, isn't that right?"

She didn't want to reply. She did anyway, of course. She was good. 

"I do, Madam." She forced herself to grant her owner a shy smile. "Combination Domestic / Platonic, focused on nursery."

The wedding gift package, her handler had called it. And she had been just that; a wedding gift from Sir to Madam. 

Madam's wedding gift, on the other hand, had been that Sir had been allowed to keep Blanca.

At least as long as it still was socially acceptable to keep a romantic. 

Rosa knew what it meant.

As long as there were no kids involved. 

Across the table from her, Madam hummed. "Excellent."

No, Rosa thought, surprised herself at the intensity of the sentiment. No. Everything but.

"Prepare me a bath," Madam said. "And lay out my nicest lingerie, I want to surprise Cory when he-"

Rosa tensed, when she heard the faint click of a door lock behind her.

"Surprise!" Sir's voice boomed through the house. "Plane got in early!"

"Shush", Madam gestured at Rosa to get up from the table, and she followed the order right away, getting to her feet, stowing her plate in the dishwasher, all fast enough to sink to her knees behind the door and welcome her Master. Without even acknowledging her, he flung his bag at Rosa, eyes only on his wife. 

Rosa didn't look at Sir, either. Nor at Madam. 

Blanca entered just a moment later, all soft steps, and a careless sway to her hips that Rosa knew had cost her weeks to master. There was a strain to her elegant movements, though, one that only Rosa noticed; one, that seemed to arise more and more after they returned from business trips. 

The other pet sank to her knees right beside Rosa. Only Rosa heard the tiny wince escape Blanca's lips as her knees hit the ground. Only Rosa heard the whispered "I've missed you", spoken in unison with their Sir greeting their Madam. 

Blanca's breath was warm, a soft caress on Rosa's skin, before their gazes snapped back to the ground in front of them.

"I've missed you, too", Rosa's lips formed, while Madam was speaking.

"I know," Blanca hummed into her ear, and there was nothing to cover it up, just the hope that their owners wouldn't try and listen in. 

Rosa shivered. A hand wrapped around hers, fingers interlacing, once, just for a moment. 

When Sir addressed them, both their hands rested on their thighs again. Position two. Perfect.

"Clean yourself up, Blanca," he said with a frown. "You're a mess. Rosa, give her a hand, if she needs it. These Texans really didn't go easy on her."

Rosa felt bile rise in her throat. It was okay, she reminded herself. Blanca was made for it, just as Rosa was made for cooking and cleaning and taking care of babies. Right?

"You closed the deal, darling?", she heard her Madam ask, while she stumbled to her feet, offering Blanca a hand. 

"Sure did," Sir mumbled into Madam's neck. "That's why-"

Rosa guided Blanca outside and she softly pulled the door close behind them.

Blanca's weight felt heavier on Rosa's shoulder, suddenly. "It's good to be back," she whispered. "Texas was -"

"Blanca," Rosa said. She'd never interrupted her. Never. Blanca was the one talking, always, Rosa the one listening. She wasn't as funny as Blanca, or as eloquent, and most of all, she never had anything new to tell. Now, for once, she did. And she wished from the bottom of her heart she didn’t.

"Blanca," Rosa repeated, and turned to face her, a hand on Blanca's cheek. She felt her voice tremble. "I think we need to run."

[dichromaticdyke]

@plvtosun drew devon because she's a sweetheart and so here's a payback fic 😘

hope i did a good job with blanquita i love her so much i'm halfway through Selenicerus

The girl with blue hair had been sitting at the bar for a while, anxiously scribbling away at her notepad. Devon had been keeping an eye on her, wondering if she’d ever actually order anything. The bar wasn’t busy, it was still early enough in the evening before all that, so they could manage feasibly manage one loiterer up here.

Still— “Look, I don’t mind if you draw up here, but can I at least see some ID first?” they asked, putting their hand on the table, as close to the girl’s sketchpad as they could get without actually touching it.

Her eyes peeked up through her bangs, and she blinked up at them a couple times. “’m twenty-three,” she mumbled, eyes turning down a bit.

“I’m sure you are. I’d like to see that on ID, though.”

She blushed, a ghost of a pout on her face, before sitting up a bit. Devon could get a partial glance of her sketch now, but they tried not to pry. She pulled out her wallet, throwing her ID onto the bar. “There.” She was really turning away from Devon now, as they picked it up to double check the birth date and validity of the card. She tapped her pen against her sketchbook until Devon handed the card back.

“Okay, Blanca,” they said, “can I getcha anything while you’re here at least?”

She pressed her lips together, squirming a bit. “I dunno. Just something fruity.”

They took one look at her stark blue hair and smirked. “I think I got just the thing for ya.”

“Alright. Thanks.” She returned to her sketching, again keeping her head down.

Devon didn’t mind quiet patrons, and sometimes it was easier that way. But she’d recognized Blanca’s name—how could she not when that name had been listed as the artist of Dethklok’s last few album covers? They desperately wanted to pick her brain, to see if she was working on something else for the band, but instead they casually slid her a Blue Hawaiian.

It took her a few moments to realize her drink had been delivered to her. But when she did, she let out a bit of a scoff. “On the nose,” she muttered.

“I can make ya something else—“

“No! No, it’s fine.” She pulled it closer to her sipping from it idly as she drew.

“Well, good.” They watched as her posture straightened a bit, the drawing becoming a bit more visible. It looked like something with horns and sunken eyes, doodles at the corners that seemed to resemble cartoony ghosts. “So it’s comin’ along?”

“Huh?”

“Your piece.” He gestured to the drawing. “Lookin’ alright to my eye.”

She scrambled to pull the sketchpad back towards her. “It’s not ready, don’t be looking at it!”

“Sorry—”

“I’m already not supposed to let too many people outside of Mordhaus see it before it’s ready, okay?” She let out a frustrated huff. “I just…wanted a change of scenery to inspire me, but I think this was a mistake. How much do I owe you?”

“Uh, Blanca—”

“You’re right, I’ll just put it on Toki’s tab.” She slid off the barstool, but not before Devon barked out a laugh.

“Oh. Toki’s tab? Why not all of Dethklok?”

At that comment, Blanca’s face turned redder than her lipstick, and she looked up at Devon while sputtering. “I—! I meant all of Dethklok. Just because I said that baboso’s name doesn’t mean anything.”

“Oh really?” They chuckled again. “You have a pet name for him, and it doesn’t mean anything?”

“What? No! It’s not a pet name. Just stop it, okay? I gotta go, just lemme pay—”

“Yo entiendo, no te preocupes. Es gratís.”

Blanca paused, squinting her eyes at Devon, placing her hand back on the barstool. “¿Habla español?”

“Un poco. Mi primera novia fue puertorriqueña. Pero creo que baboso se dice algo más, ¿no?” They smirked. “I won’t bother ya if you wanna stay, promise. Though I do also have quite a few stories of Toki actin’ a fool while he’s sloppy drunk.”

“I don’t care about that!” Blanca proclaimed as she took her seat back at the bar. “But…thanks.”

“No problem. Just make yourself comfortable—“ As they were making this standard offer, they picked up Blanca’s Blue Hawaiian. They made to hand it to her, not noticing as she picked up her sketchbook to adjust its position. In this shifting of movement, the glass knocked into Blanca’s hand, and Devon lost their grip just momentarily.

Momentarily enough for the blue cocktail to spill all over the sketchbook and Blanca’s lap. “¡Chingao!”

“Fuck— Blanca, I’m so sorry!” they cried as they grabbed their towel, pulling the liquid back towards the bar. They considered grabbing her sketchbook and trying to see if they could get that dried off too, but Blanca was frozen in fury. “Shit. I’ll get you a new sketchbook— I’ll fuckin’, I dunno, I’ll—“

“Wow,” she said, her voice quiet and shaking, but still maintaining a dry level to it. “Well. This is fuckin’ great.” She took in a deep inhale. “What was your name?

She winced. “Devon.”

Blanca slammed her wet, now-ocean-blue sketchbook on the counter. “Devon, I spent a week on that sketch. A week for Dethklok, and that was hell enough, but I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that. I’m sure you never see them when they’re drunk or angry or crazy.” She pressed her shaking hand to her forehead. “But. Fuck, y’know what? I probably would have scrapped that fuckin’ drawing when I was done. Would have thrown away a whole month’s worth of work.”

“Oh. You’re welcome?”

“Oh yeah, because getting the choice taken away from me of whether or not I’d finish it is way better.” She was still angry, still spitting sarcasm at Devon, as she stood up, grabbing cocktail napkins from over the bar to wipe across her wet lap. “I’m gonna need another drink. Or four.”

Devon let out a breathy, nervous chuckle. “Yeah. Yeah, whaddya want?”

“Just a shot of tequila.”

“Just a shot of tequila?” They chucked. “Sure you can handle it?”

“I’ve had tequila shots before.” She let out a small huff. “And I don’t think you wanna piss me off even more right now.”

“Alright, alright. You got a preference, then?”

“Silver Patrón. Straight.”

“Boring, but alright.” They grabbed the bottle, pouring two shots of tequila and sliding one to Blanca. “Enjoy,” he said, pulling his own shot glass back and grabbing a lime wedge and salt shaker.

Blanca stared at Devon curiously. “Should you be drinking on the job?”

“I always share the first tequila shot of the night.” They sprinkled a bit of salt on their hand. “Besides, I happen to know for a fact your baboso and his band are coming in later tonight, they called ahead asking to reserve the dining room. I gotta be ready.”

At that comment, Blanca’s frown turned to an expression that more closely resembled resigned acceptance. “Please don’t say anything about me in front of him,” she mumbled.

“There’s nothin’ to say, hon. Don’t worry.” She tapped her shot glass against Blanca’s before tipping it back. Blanca slammed her own empty shot glass down before Devon finished their shot, and she looked at them with a small smirk. With a laugh, he refilled her glass. “At least ya got good taste in music,” he said, gesturing to her Children of Bodom hoodie.

“I know it.” She hid her own half smile behind her second shot.

[dgrailwar]

We want to see Blanca. :(

"Why are you telling me like I'm supposed to give a shit...?"

"But sure. Fine. I can't right now since I'm preoccupied. But, if we manage to kill these runts, then I'll fork over the bug. And you can coo over her like she's a little pet or something."

[plvtosun]

🦋🐱🌙✏️💧 for blanquita

some of these absolutely destroyed me bc of cuteness so thank you HAHA

🦋: How long did it take them to get out of the awkward early relationship stage? Have they gotten more confident around each other?

toki slipped into being more confident after like, a week. he has a girlfriend now, he gets to be mushy and affectionate all he wants! get cuddled, motherfucker! blanca was still shy and nervous about doing small things like holding hands around other people for a couple weeks, but she’s chill now. her friends totally like to point out when they see her being cutesy with him though, every once in a while, just to see her get all stutter-y. it’s pretty funny.

🐱 : Do they have pet names for each other, if so what are they? How does their partner feel about their pet name?

(thought back to that fantasy scene in fertilityklok for this one lmao) [edited 8/16/23]

“i can calls you whatever i wants!”, meaning he’s gonna call her “princess”, “baby”, “kjæreste”, “rose” (because she turns red easily and has a thorny personality at first), i mean i think we all agree he’s like, the ceo of cutesy nicknames, right? “princess” turns her into a mess the fastest so that’s his favorite by default. poor blanquita, how sad, having someone so affectionate. /s

blanca’s pet names are mainly in spanish, her favorite for toki is “conejito” (little bunny). she likes “azulin” (“blue-y”, i guess? idk how to translate it the best into english) because of his eyes, and “chulo” (cute). he loves that shit. she called him papi one time AS A JOKE because she thought it would be funny and she turned bright red when he seemed into it. whether she calls him that ever again or not is classified top secret information LOL

🌙 : Who has to force the other into having healthy sleeping habits? How well does that go for em?

if toki doesn’t drag blanca into bed while she’s staying up late working on an illustration, she won’t go to sleep on time. she tried to sneak out of bed once when she thought he was asleep, and she got as far as being able to barely pick up her drawing tablet before he stirred and pulled her back in. he keeps her in a cuddly death grip now. he’s gonna make sure she takes care of herself or so help him god.

✏️ : How canon compliant are you with them? Do you stick pretty close or just have fun cause it’s your ship so no one can tell you what to do other wise?

i’d say i like to stay pretty close to canon (so far at least), except for the whole kids thing. none of my ocs want kids at all and blanca’s no exception especially as a s/i. not happening! i think it would at least make sense though canonically for him to change his mind re: kids because of sensory overload issues bc i know that’s a factor for some people not wanting kids (myself included, among a bunch of other reasons). also, i mean, when it came down to it, would he really want to share so much of blanca’s time and attention with anyone else? i don’t think so >:b (edited to add: there’s that whole part where he straight up says he hates kids because of the awards thing so like…. i don’t think it’s entirely out of the question lol)

💧 : How well do they comfort each other when they’re upset?

aw omg this is where my favorite lil headcanon comes into play! i’ll do blanca comforting toki first: limpias de huevo. especially if he’s having a lot of nightmares that particular month. she sits him down, grabs a room temperature egg, a glass of water, some candles and palo santo, and god dammit she’s gonna get rid of his susto (“scare”, loosely, resulting from traumatic events) every time it comes back. he gets pretty confused the first time and asks a bunch of questions, probably thinks it’s a little weird and spooky too, but once blanca cracks the egg in the water and he feels lighter emotionally, he gets it. that’s her main way of comforting him if things get pretty bad. in other cases, she’s stern but gentle with her comforting. not tough love necessarily, more like “hey! don’t talk about my man like that dammit!” if he’s being insecure and mean to himself, while she pulls his tall ass into a hug and rubs his back. this is when her soft side really comes out. she listens, hugs, playfully talks shit about whatever/whoever upset him, whatever he needs.

toki comforting blanca, though, it’s a little rocky at first. the first time he sees her cry it catches him off guard, worries and freaks him out a little because she’s not the outwardly sensitive type. it warms him, in a way, to be the only one that gets to see this vulnerable side of her, and it makes him feel special because he knows this means she’s comfortable enough with him to show her deeper emotions, even if they’re not pleasant. he wants to help so he just squeezes the shit out of her this first time and shushes her to try and get her to calm down. it kinda helps? she likes hugs from him. but she has to teach him when to just listen to her vent instead of immediately wanting to fix her problems or getting her a plushie or snacks. which, i mean, she appreciates, but sometimes she just needs to have a Bitch Fit. he gets the hang of it eventually and he’s always happy to give extra squeezy cuddles when she needs them.

[thewolfruns]

get to know the author!

name : lucia

pronouns :  she/her

preference of communication : i like a tumblr im at first, but then it's discord once we know one another/are mutuals. i'm super adhd/working/a mom, so it's easy for me to lose track thinking i've responded to messages that really i just read and then replied in my head to. so don't be afraid to double message me.

most active muse :  hmmm, i'm not sure who is most active? maybe blanca, since she's a newer one and i'm trying to figure her out.

experience / how many years : oh, gosh. well, i've sort of rped earlier than tumblr, but it was a long time ago. i'd say i started on tumblr in maybe 2013? 2012? i ran a game of thrones fashion blog lmao and an rp hit me up for a promo. i was like, this seems cool and joined. then i joined hellstate in 2015, which was a zombie rp and where i met velouria! we've been writing together ever since both in groups and indie.

best experience : i miss group rp a lot sometimes, because of the shared universe and like community there. i think hellstate was my best experience and like 2015 hellstate was peak. there's so much like shared lore and it's really fun when a group works. velouria has had quite a few amazing brainchildren we've built together, so maybe another fave would be southboundhq, which deserved so much more time! now we work on verses and that's p great. aside from that, i've really been enjoying this account since i started fresh. i've got quite a few people to write with who seem both interested in worldbuilding/their own muses and in mine as well. so thank you all!

rp pet peeves : oh, gosh. weird vocabulary fads? like eyes being called hues. there's nothing really wrong with it, but it makes me laugh at how things like that really catch on in the rpc. when folks don't have much to add in plotting conversations and it feels sort of like you're the only one keeping the conversation going. i feel too awkward! i can't do it!

fluff, angst, or smut : oh, gosh, angst. i don't write smut and i'm not really super into fluff either? unless it's like a little meme answer or drabble, which can be a nice refresher. but i'm here for the horror and drama okay.

plots or memes : i like a loose plot, but i'm very go with the flow. it's more exciting though to have an idea where we're going with something. i think that's why my open starters are so long lmao because i need to paint a clear picture of where it's going.

long or short replies : i like a short reply for when i'm trying to break out of a writer's block or, like right now, dusting off my writing cap. they almost always turn into much longer replies though. i can't stop myself. i want like 87 paragraphs and i have no chill.

time to write : has to be nighttime, babies. i have a pretty great couple hours like 8 nights a month where i can really get to writing. it's always after my kiddo goes to sleep and my spouse is working (unless we're like parallel playing and he's gaming or cooking or something, then i get a little more time).

are you like your muses : oh, there's definitely aspects of myself in most of my muses. or people i know. or i write muses to work through certain things (i.e. neve has a lot of job similarities/family history for working through some trauma, nadja has some old punk rock memories and sort of an amalgamation of old friends and my mom, miguel has sort of similar personality to my partner, etc.) i sort of just steal elements from myself or people i know and mold them together into someone new. but i don't think i share like an overall personality with any of them.

tagged by: @missmvrder

tagging: @someotherdog , @wynterlanding , @mutatedangels , @peachyuus , @mctionsick , @aliasmultimuse , and anybody else! tagging folks gives me anxiety lmao. i hate leaving people out.

[kokoronbain]

How dangerous is Paloma? (In her normal, horror, mafia, fell versions)

[Gonna call her other versions by their new name now (except if you want their lore in LM3)]

• Paloma: Not at all dangerous!! She is too pacifist for that. As long she isn't manipulated for that...

• Carmení: Can be very dangerous. Thing I realised really recently, she is a freaking goddess: Is immortal, has an incredible strength, has an infinite stamina with her powers and can change her flower's appearence and colors! But if you go along with her and know her weak points (like petting her and putting music), she will be the most harmless and innocent monster that you will ever meet.

• Blanca: Is freaking dangerous if needed. Her mission is to protect and as an "Angel Guardian", she is ready for everything to beat you if you dare to hurt her dearest family.

• Divania: You are so fucked up with her if she chooses you as her victim. She is literally the most dangerous due to her patience, slyness, manipulation and sadism. A kind reminder that she is psychopath and sincerely enjoys to make suffer to others. But she will show her real face once you will know your pain and death because of her.

[keplercryptids]

for no particular reason and certainly not because of a certain shitbag author publishing yet another shitty book, here’s a list of science fiction/fantasy books by marginalized authors.

with special focus on trans, indigenous, jewish, asian and/or disabled authors because these are groups she-who-must-not-be-named has been particularly shitty about!

note: i got the idea to do this from @queerpontmercy​​​ - hope you don’t mind! i’ve read most of these, and i’ve tried to organize them by subgenre. now go read!

Pet by Akwaeke Emezi. Young adult SFF written by a black nonbinary author, with a black trans girl main character.

Elatsoe by Darcie Little Badger. Young adult speculative fiction written by a Lipan Apache author. Main character is an asexual Lipan Apache teenager.

Girls of Paper and Fire by Natasha Ngan. First book in a YA fantasy series in an Asian-inspired setting by a mixed-race author of Malaysian descent, featuring a F/F romance.

Blanca & Roja by Anna-Marie McLemore. A young adult fantasy about two sisters in a cursed family, written by a Mexican-American nonbinary author.

Mongrels by Stephen Graham Jones. A contemporary, coming-of-age fantasy about a boy and his werewolf family, written by a Blackfeet Native American author.

The Empress of Salt and Fortune by Nghi Vo. First in a high fantasy novella series by an Asian-American author, featuring a queer cast including a nonbinary main character.

The Black Tides of Heaven (Tensorite Series) by JY (Neon) Yang. A fantasy novella series with nonbinary and lgbtq+ main characters, written by a nonbinary Singaporean author.

Upright Women Wanted by Sarah Gailey. Pulp Western science/ dystopian fiction novella with an all-queer cast, written by a nonbinary author.

The Golem & the Jinni by Helene Wecker. Historical fantasy combining elements of Jewish and Arab folk mythology by a Jewish author.

Spinning Silver by Naomi Novik. Fantasy by a Jewish author with Jewish main characters.

All the Birds in the Sky by Charlie Jane Anders. Fantasy about witches and scientists trying to save the world by a trans author.

Jade City by Fonda Lee. First in a fantasy series in an Asia-inspired setting written by an Asian-Canadian author.

Bone Universe trilogy by Fran Wilde. Fantasy trilogy featuring cast of disabled characters written by a disabled author.

Parable of the Sower (Earthseed series) by Octavia Butler. Science fiction / dystopian series written by a black disabled author.

[lestappencore]

Lando is exhausted by the time he exits the Madrid airport. He searches around for the car and spots it easily, carlos sr. runs out of the car to help Lando with his luggage and they both load it into the car, senior hops on the stearing wheel with Lando getting into the car. As soon as Lando sits in, he sinks into the seat with an exhausted sigh, closing his eyes for a sec. Senior places his hand on Lando's cheek and Lando immediately melts into it. He briefly wonders if all Sainz men have their hands designed for maximum comfort.

Senior - don't worry, you can go to sleep as soon as we get home. After you eat that is..

Lando laughs

Senior - I'm serious, your mother-in-law has been on the phone for half an hour with Jon negotiating what she can cook for you.

Lando groans and laughs, accepting his fate.

The rest of the journey is spent by Lando drifting in and out of sleep with the vaguely familiar roads he has now begun to associate with home.

He is woken up by the car stopping and the immediate barking of pinõn and Oli, welcoming him. He pets them as much as he can in his tired state, but grateful for senior coming to his rescue and yelling at the dogs to leave him alone, both retreating from the authoritative voice. Lando feels bad for them, but makes a silent promise to make up to them in the morning.

They carry the luggage inside where Lando is enveloped into the warmest hug only mums know how to give, burying himself in the safety of his mom-in-law's arms.

Reyes - oh, my poor baby is so tired. Go freshen up, I will send your dinner to your room.

Lando - no, I'm fine, I want to have dinner with all of you, I'll just freshen up and come.

Reyes - are you sure?

Lando - yes, I'm sure.

Lando goes to the bedroom, freshens up, slips into one of carlos' cosiest hoodies and walks into the living room. He stops by the door and leans onto the wall taking in the scene in front of him.

Ana is on the keyboard, playing a melodic tune while senior has placed his drink down to pull his wife into a slow dance while Blanca just rolls her eyes clearly embarrassed by her parents.

Lando takes out his phone and sends a video of this to carlos who is stuck at work in maranello. He types "this is what you miss when you ditch us", erases it and sends "we miss you", feeling a little less evil being surrounded by so much love from his family.

[kirislut]

pamper time

a/n: this is purely because i need comfort after reading the bnha manga, so enjoy hehe. tokoyami needs more love and appreciation, and also because i really want to pet his hair. i know it’s soft!

warnings: none

taglist (open): @katsushimaa @meliorist-midoriya @animatedarchives @softieshoto @bbakougo @grow-a-smile-for-a-while @finndaydreams @deephasoceanmagic @nieve-blancas @bunnythepipsqueak

tokoyami was not having a good day, not even in the slightest. even though it was the weekend he wanted to get in some extra training, he was planning on sparring with ojiro but the tail man didn’t feel up to it.

he ended up training by himself, working out on himself since he couldn’t always rely on dark shadow. but he lost track of time so when he came back for lunch there wasn’t much food left for him.

it seemed more little inconveniences kept stacking up. after he ate he wanted to finish homework but he couldn’t find his notes, he stubbed his toe on corner of his bed, and dark shadow accidentally knocked off one of his candelabra’s from his dresser. thankfully it wasn’t lit, but there was now a nice dent put in it.

poor tokoyami had enough, he stormed out from his dorm and beelined to yours. he didn’t even knock on your door, just opening it and walking straight into your room.

luckily you were just laying on your bed and scrolling on your phone, hearing the door open you looked over to see tokoyami shutting the door behind him. you noticed his black hair was ruffled, slightly more puffed then usual. something was wrong.

“fumi?” you sat up in your bed as your boyfriend walked over to you, sitting on the edge of your bed. “what’s wrong fumi?”

tokoyami hesitated, he wanted to tell you about his terrible day, but at the same time he just wanted your comfort. going with the latter he decided to keep things simple, “i had a frustrating day, i just need you right now.”

tokoyami was usually who you depended on, and while he didn’t always want to burden you with his thought to be silly problems, you were glad that he was leaning on you for once. in fact deep down you’ve always wanted to smother the boy with your affection and love, but it never felt like a good time. but right now, now was your time to make your boyfriend feel loved.

you shifted in your bed, leaning against your headboard and opening up your legs slightly so that he would have space. you patted the gap between your legs, beckoning him to come to you.

at first he was a little confused, usually when you wanted to be held by him you would crawl into his lap and just wrap your limbs around his torso. so this approach was slightly different.

he crawled over to you, sitting where you patted, but your simply shook your head at him. “fumi lay down and put your head on my thighs.” his head cocked to the side slightly, confused but he did as he was told. tokoyami looked up at you, a little confused and embarrassed about this position. but he didn’t complain, something about feeling the sides of your you legs beside him was comforting.

once he looked a little more relaxed you brought your hands up from beside you. gently you dragged your finger from his forehead up to the the spike of his hair. you’ve always loved the feeling of tokoyami’s hair, it was so soft. like velvet in a sense but much more plush and soft. you repeated the motion a few more times, noticing his once puffed hair starting to relax more. it was working.

tokoyami felt so safe under your touch, and now felt like a fool for never asking you to do this before. the plush of your thighs as his pillow was also something he never thought he would experience, at least not like this. his eyes shut under your soothing touch, yey when he felt you stop he opened his eyes and look up at you expectingly. curious to why you stopped.

seeing your boyfriend stare up at you like a puppy who had his favorite toy taken away from him, oh your heart melted in the spot. “fumi you’re so adorable.” you gushed, making the raven haired boy’s eyes wide from the sudden compliment. he could feel his face heat up, because no visible blush could be seen.

you simply giggled at his reaction, knowing well that he was flustered because he had nearly the same expression when you confessed to him. your hands returned to his soft, spiked hair. instead of using just one finger, now you used your whole hand to continue to pet his hair.

feeling your touch again, tokoyami relaxed again. his eyes came to a close and a relaxed sigh passed out his beak. he could get used to you petting his hair, if anything he was going to change up his shampoo and conditioner so it smelled more fragrant. maybe more sweet if you liked it.

this went on for a few minutes, tokoyami was so relaxed that he nearly fell asleep, nearly. but he finally opened his eyes as he felt your hands hold the sides of his face. you sweetly smiled down at your beloved, then leaned down and began to pepper his face and beak with little kisses.

poor tokoyami wasn’t expecting the sudden barrage of kisses, that flustered feeling and warmth returning very quickly. you could feel that his face had grown warm, which caused you to giggle as you continued to give him little kisses. “(y-y/n) can i get some pets too?”

you looked up to see dark shadow floating over tokoyami, a blush evident on it’s face because of asking the embarrassing question.

you audibly awed at dark shadow’s shyness, it was adorable and hard to deny. so of course you move your hands up to pet the top of dark shadow’s head, making it smile under your touch.

however tokoyami was left there, laying on your thighs as he felt a little jealously running through him. but he also liked seeing dark shadow happy as well. so as a compromise to himself, he reached up and grab one of your hands, placing it on his head so that you could pet them both.

the rest of the night was spent you just pampering the two of them, making sure that tokoyami felt very relaxed after his frustrating day and to give affection to the touch starved dark shadow. you slept that night with tokoyami still comfortably between your legs, while dark shadow wrapped around you, allowing you to use him as a pillow while you slept.

tokoyami was so grateful for you pampering him, he was determined to return the favor as soon as possible. now he also felt more comfortable with leaning on you for support, and for pets as well.

[nightingaelic]

POODLES IN THE WASTELAND

i jest I jest

But 👀

What about pets? Either ones companions would have or a very uncommon one that someone wouldn’t think was a good pet, BUT IS. Deathclaws you can ride like a pony, mole rats that want belly rubs, cazadore’s as cattier pigeons! What are your thoughts?

Or like, Danse or Piper or Fawkes with something hilarious Idek ignore me

Oooookay, here’s my comprehensive list of companions - ALL companions, across Fallouts 3, 4, New Vegas and 76 - and their (headcanon) choices in wasteland pets. I’ll give a little explanation for each - particularly as many of these companions are transients and don’t have the luxury of owning a home to keep pets at. Also, I feel like most of the companions, while they might not necessarily like pets, would be somewhat fond or at least respectful of the pets of the Lone Wanderer/Courier/Sole Survivor/Vault Dweller, like Dogmeat and Rex. 

Bighorners

Lily Bowen: Everyone’s favorite super mutant grandma is already an experienced shepherdess in Jacobstown, and she’s more than willing to tear some night stalkers apart to keep her herd safe. If that’s not love beyond the norm for wasteland livestock, I don’t know what is. She’s probably given all of her bighorners names after the characters in the television reruns she used to watch on holotape in Vault 17, like Grace and Audrey and Lucille. 

Brahmin

Raul Tejada: Actually spent a decent part of his pre-war life living on a ranch, so he knows that most brahmin don’t deserve being labeled “irritable” just because people don’t know how to read their body language. I think he’d follow wild brahmin herds around a bit on a whim and keep them from coming to any harm, especially the little ones. He gives them names like the cattle he grew up with, Corazon and Gordo and Blanca. 

Rose of Sharon Cassidy: Doesn’t truck with the wild herds, but she knows that part of the success of a caravan lies with how well they treat their pack animals. All of her caravan’s brahmin have names - Penny, Magic and Sprinkles - and she’s careful to pair them up with drivers who are patient and work well with their various personalities. 

Cats

Butch DeLoria: While Butch ultimately decided to leave Vault 101 behind, I don’t think he would ever truly lose his fear of radroaches after what they did to his mom. Having a little friend to warm his bunk in Rivet City and pounce on intruders would probably set his mind at ease, maybe a black tomcat with one ear named Pepper. He might even gift his mom a kitten when he next comes to visit. 

Star Paladin Cross: I don’t think Cross much sees the use of an animal that doesn’t contribute to the community it lives in, like most of the Brotherhood of Steel. Cats, however, are excellent at pest control, even if the rats are bigger nowadays. I think she’d give the resident cats at the Citadel some pets in passing, and she’d smile when she has to extract playful kittens from inside her power armor frame. She’s especially fond of the cat colony’s matriarch, a scarred old tabby named Gemma. 

Curie: Upon her transition into a synth body, Curie is overjoyed with most animals and their new willingness to approach her for attention. She especially loves cats because she can pick them up and better feel their fur and purring. Her favorite cat is an orange stray in Diamond City that she calls Claude. 

Piper Wright: A companion for Nat when she’s out adventuring, an unbiased friend to bounce the latest opinion piece off of before going to print, and a lap-warmer for when you’re typing up the latest article about the exploits of the Minutemen - what’s not to like? The Wright family cat is a slippery, elegant calico named Sugar Bomb. 

Preston Garvey: While the Minutemen forts and settlements definitely lean more toward keeping dogs around for security purposes, I think Preston likes his pets quieter and less likely to bowl you over in excitement. The one most likely to sleep with him in his bunk at Sanctuary is a grumpy gray gentleman named Anchovy. 

Deathclaws

Veronica Santangelo: If anyone is crazy enough to swipe a deathclaw egg from a nest and try to hatch, rear and train a personal killing machine named Izzy, it’s Veronica. This will probably just alienate her from her Brotherhood chapter even more, but I’m sure she would take special care to make sure that her usual Mojave Wasteland haunts take a peek through a scope to see if the approaching deathclaw has a human on its back before taking a shot. 

Dogs

Clover: I don’t think Clover gets out beyond Paradise Falls much, so the only animals she’s used to are the dogs the raiders bring around when passing through. She probably has favorites among the usual visitors and enjoys tossing them bits of meat when she’s allowed to get away from Eulogy and Crimson. If liberated, she’d probably get at least three of her own dogs to watch over her while she sleeps: One small dog to carry with her, a Pekingese or Pomeranian descendant named Coco, and two large dogs to follow through on intimidation and protection, a mastiff named Rock and a Doberman descendant named Roll. 

Jericho: Jericho doesn’t deserve a dog but he’d probably have one around anyway to sniff out caps caches and hidden loot after he’s shot everyone in the vicinity. Some slinky beagle mix named Dewey, probably. 

Fawkes: I don’t think Fawkes would be picky at all about what kind of dog he’d have. He strikes me as the type who would adopt any half-friendly mutt he ran across. I do think he would have a bit of a soft spot for friendlier mutant hounds, though, and maybe view their mutated circumstances as similar to his own. He’d also be absolutely amazing at playing fetch. Just imagine how far he could lob a stick or ball. All of his dogs would have literary names too, like Byron and Agatha and Edgar. 

Craig Boone: Though he’s a bit of a prodigy at sniping, Boone knows his limitations when it comes to spotting hidden enemies on the horizon. I can see him having a hound dog at his side to find the more elusive ones and help him get rid of them faster. Maybe a bloodhound mutt named Bravo. 

Cait: Doesn’t like people, but she adores dogs. Having had the life where she’s been abused, exploited and forced into slavery, she’s keenly aware that those like the ones who took advantage of her treat dogs much the same. She’s very protective of any dog she encounters and is very likely to punch you in the face if you so much as look at one wrong. She’d probably name any pup she adopted Lucky. 

Hancock: Honestly, he’s just a fan of any animal that is happy to hang out with you whether you’re drunk, high, fighting raiders or patrolling downtown Boston. The Goodneighbor strays know him as the guy who always has mirelurk jerky in his pockets. His favorite is a rough-and-tumble, black-and-white spotted cattle dog descendant that he cheekily calls King George. 

Robert MacCready: He’s not quick to trust dogs, but once he’s sure they’re not a threat, they’re one of the few critters around which he’ll relax completely. He’s still a little wary of them around Duncan, but any dog that’s a part of his family is more or less his son’s permanent babysitter. 

Nick Valentine: Dogmeat is also basically his dog. The two have a history of working cases together, with Dogmeat just turning up whenever a trail goes cold and leading Nick to the evidence he needs to reopen his investigation. Nick doesn’t know how or why Dogmeat does it, but he’s not about to ruin a good thing. 

Strong: I don’t think he would turn down a ferocious mutant hound as a friend. He’d probably feed it mole rats and call it something like Killer. 

Foxes

Beckett: This former raider has a love-hate relationship with a fox that keeps going through his trash. He affectionately calls him Lil’ Bastard. 

Sofia Daguerre: Having crashed back to an earth she doesn’t recognize, I think Sofia would be tickled that the foxes of Appalachia have basically stayed the same despite the bombs. I can see her leaving dinner scraps out on her porch for one that she sometimes spots in the foliage, and slowly coaxing the critter to come into the light. She names her Scarlett once she finally convinces her to eat out of her hand. 

Mega sloths

Settler forager: I would not be at all surprised if this man ran into a mega sloth in the Mire and decided to try befriending it. The creature, probably surprised at this old guy’s nerve, decided to accept the handful of leaves he offered and grew slowly more fond of the guy’s persistence. It doesn’t know its name is Fergus but it does know that if a human is wearing overalls, it’s probably not a threat. 

Mole rats

Deacon: Alright, hear me out. Deacon has a fondness for underdogs, and mole rats are about as underdog as they come. I think Deacon thinks these little guys are cute despite their wrinkles and buck teeth, and I think he sees the value in having a tunneling pet that likes to collect shiny things. One of his deep cover hideouts is in an old tunnel system in the northern Commonwealth, where he hangs out with a young mole rat named Henry. 

Owls

Raider punk: This radio operator got wind of an abandoned nest of owlets in Appalachia early on in his career and, being the nearest to the report, decided to rescue the little guys. Now he has three owls that occasionally drop in at his camp to hoot and accept handouts: Nona, Decima and Morta. While he’s still fond of them, he’s usually disappointed that they aren’t the Mothman coming to visit. 

Rad chickens

Yasmin Chowdhury: Ever the opportunistic cook, she picked up the practice of raising chickens from the settlers at Foundation and has four hens of her own: Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme. The “ladies,” as she refers to them, give her a constant stream of eggs for omelets. 

Ravens

Settler wanderer: This gal has an affinity with birds, who are always on the move like her. She admires their ability to be untethered and let the wind take them far and wide. Nevertheless, she likes to scatter corn when they come close to her on the road, and formed a sort of friendship with a particularly handsome specimen that she calls Tornado. 

Wolves

Old Longfellow: This guy is the epitome of the meme about dads not wanting pets and then instantly falling in love with whatever animal enters their life. He probably found an injured wolf pup in his travels around the island and took pity on it, nursing it back to health in his cabin. It’s still got a bit of a twisted paw, but follows him around and listens like any other dog and answers to the name Lamoine. 

Yao guai

Porter Gage: I bet this guy adopted an orphaned bear cub and raised it by hand. Now it’s so big that even if Gage thinks he’s an easy target for other raiders due to his age, he’s much less likely to get singled out than he thinks because he has a yao guai following him around like a puppy. The bear’s name is Fuzzy Wuzzy. It has no hair. 

No pets, thanks

Charon: Too likely to accidentally wind up in the line of fire. 

Sergeant RL-3: Too easily corrupted by Communist influences. 

Arcade Gannon: Too much time spent getting in your way. 

Codsworth: Too likely to make messes. 

Paladin Danse: Too many wasted resources. 

X6-88: Too much of a liability. 

Ada: Too easy to lose when on the move. 

Solomon Hardy: Too unsanitary. 

[justplainwhump]

Discipline

Follows this little piece on Rosa and Blanca. Written for Day 3 of the @bbu-on-the-side BBU Community Days.

[masterlist]

Rosa loses everything.

Content: BBU, facility whump, all female characters, forced to watch, shock collar; this is all angst and I broke my own heart.

"278017. What a disappointment."

Rosa lifted her head, tried to blink her eyes open. Her movements were slowed somehow, her vision blurred. Like swimming through syrup, she thought. Drifting through rose water.

The smell didn't match though. She didn't remember how rose water smelled exactly, or even how she'd know, but it would be a nice smell. Soft and comforting, like her dreams of a home far away.

The smell here, right now, was the clean, sharp smell of her nightmares. Of a place she'd hoped she'd left long behind. A place where she was a number instead of a name.

A place without Blanca.

Blanca.

She moved her hands, reached through the tides of sticky syrup holding her back. There was nothing besides her, neither the warmth of another body nor the soft rhythm of Blanca's breathing.

Her desperate sob broke free as a hoarse groan.

"Seventeen. Look at me when I talk to you."

She blinked again, against the too bright light, until she made out eye shape of a person looming over her. The gray of her uniform almost seemed black in the light. But Rosa knew what it truly looked like. She remembered everything about this.

It had just never hurt that much.

"B... Blanca..." she whispered.

Pain exploded at the base of her neck, electricity surging through her, cutting off her breath. Her muscles spasmed, teeth locked, body lifted by an invisible force.

"Wrong answer, 17. Disappointing again. 'Yes, Handler Kerry.' That's the only correct reply." Something bored into Rosa's side, and it took her a moment to realise it was Handler Kerry's boot. "That name you've just said; it'll never be spoken again."

Rosa followed the nudge of the foot to stare up at the handler. Handler Kerry raised an expectant brow. Rosa knew what she was meant to say. Of course she did, she wasn't stupid, even though they said she was.

She swallowed, before she met the handler's gaze.

"Blanca," she said. "Blanca, Blanca, Bl-"

The collar burst to life again; and the world exploded into pain.

It took forever until she could hear the handler's voice again, cutting through the unending cloud of agony.

"-68. 400168. The Romantic pet you're referring to. She-"

Blanca, Rosa thought. Her throat was too dry to speak. But she'd say the name in her mind then, over and over again.

"400168 is to be refurbished. A shame really. She's a good one. Knows her place. You know she's the reason your little adventure didn't work out, right? 168 was a good pet. She was loyal to her owner. Told him what you two were planning. Now it's her, she's the one getting refurbished, and resold. Shame, really. Prospective is some dude in Texas, going through his Romantics like others go through their underwear drawer."

"P-" Rosa's voice cracked. "P- please."

"Yeah, right. I know what you're thinking, 17. Should've been you, because you were the bad pet, weren't you? Your stupid little idea, to run and leave your owners behind, stealing their precious possessions. Well, let me tell you something, pet. Something about discipline."

"Dis-," Rosa breathed. "Discipline is-"

"Important for the well being of the pet, yadda yadda, yeah. Not that. Discipline is something that has to hurt. You won't get it into your tiny idiot brain otherwise. Discipline means following your rules, without exception, and discipline means there's punishment if you fail. Discipline needs punishment as a motivation."

Pain flashed up in her ribs and belatedly Rosa understood it had been a kick to her side. She winced.

"You're not motivated enough by your own pain, 17. You will be by hers."

"N- ngh, please. She-"

The handler's hand curled in the front of Rosa's plain white shirt and yanked her up.

"Your owners want you back. With all your knowledge of their household, their preferences, everything. So. No full refurb for you. No Drip. Just a refresher on your discipline. Look. Look." A sharp pull at her collar, the beep and hiss of a door opening for a handler's key card, and Rosa was pushed into another training room.

On the ground, between smears of red blood on white tiles, lay a small, curled up figure, covered in bruises, thin arms wrapped around her head, hair a tangled mess.

Rosa stumbled forward. "Bl-"

Handler Kerry's hands pressed a bit between Rosa's lips, pulled a strap taut behind her head, and the name was choked in her mouth, as Kerry held her back.

She could hear her, now. Sobs. Desperate, little sobs, a voice she knew all too well, the voice that had whispered to her every night in their little bedroom, words of solace, stories of the world outside their home, promises of a future. Now, there were only sobs. And in between, a broken question. "Why?"

Handler Kerry glared at Rosa. "Because someone else made you a bad pet, 168."

A panicked gaze flew up at them. Rosa struggled in Handler Kerry's hold, but her muscles refused to work. She tried to catch Blanca's gaze, reassure her, but Blanca's eyes were void of any recognition.

"I... I don't understand, Handler Kerry," Blanca whispered.

"You don't need to, trainee," Handler Kerry said smugly. "As long as she does."

Tears welled up in Rosa's eyes and she shook her head wildly. Blanca. Blanca. Despair broke free in a garbled sob around the bit.

Blanca flinched back. "Will... will this pet hurt me, too, Handler?"

The world spun before Rosa's eyes.

"No," Handler Kerry said. "This one will just watch. But-" With her free hand, she lifted her radio. "Bring in the Guard Dogs."

Rosa couldn't even scream.

[n-blanca-archived]

HI BLANCA CUTIE I LOVE UR SPRING BREAK EVENT HEHE <3

CAN I PLEASE REQUEST A DRABBLE WITH KIRISHIMA FOR FLUFF PROMPT 6 I LOVE U MWAH MWAH 😩💞

HI MEG CUTIE thanks heh 🥰

and OFC you can have ur red boy! I’m so sorry if this is messy or doesn’t make sense it’s 6am and I haven’t slept but I NEEDED to get this out cuz I finally realized what I wanted to with it!!! Hope you like it bby <3

p.s i set a word limit like I’d actually follow it smh. I have a problem :D

ohnograpes’ spring break event!☀️

Kirishima Eijirou x f!reader

fluff prompt 6: are you blushing?

radio <3: Starving by Hailee Steinfeld, Grey, Zedd

It was the most embarrassing moment of Eijirou’s life. Yes, including his confession ruined by his excessive stuttering and the tears that just barely managed to be kept at bay. (You swear up and down that it was cute but how could he believe you! He had a whole plan to and his nerves just had to go and ruin everything </3)

Admittedly it shouldn’t have affected him so much. He’s seen you wear your hair like that before, during class when it’s too hot or you get annoyed with the stray hairs entering your vision. You tying up your hair wasn’t...rare.

So he can’t explain why in that moment all the blood in his body pooled in his cheeks, you walking innocently with your hair pulled up in a neat ponytail. He felt like a pervert! You weren’t doing anything particularly new or special but here he was blushing like a middle schooler! His cereal went completely ignored, spoon lowered back into the bowl mid-bite as he took in the sight of you.

But, in hindsight, it made sense. It was the first time you had pulled up your hair after becoming his girlfriend, and you had caught him completely off-guard on that (unfortunate?) Saturday morning. You were just so...you, that it made him warm and fuzzy in his stomach. It was a new feeling, and it somehow always left him a mess.

“Hey Eiji! I’m going down to the gym to work on my quirk control with Mina, wanna come with?” You invite, smile on your face. Kirishima can only flounder for the three seconds it takes you to register his cherry-red complexion.

“...Are you blushing?” You almost-snicker, hand covering your mouth lightly, to stop yourself from giggling. Kirishima feels his face throb with even more heat, somehow, and he can’t help the way he groans and lets his head fall to the table with a hollow thud.

“Sorry. You’re just really pretty.” He grumbled, pout pushing his mouth into an almost grimace. He heard you laugh softly and come closer to him, soon feeling your hand pet the back of his head gently.

“It’s okay Eijirou! It’s really sweet that you think I’m pretty.” You soothe, pressing a brief peck to the space between his neck and shoulder.

“So, you up for that gym trip?” You ask again, changing the topic. Eijirou takes a deep breath, heart finally beating normally again.

“Yeah, let me get ready and I’ll meet you guys down here again in a few.” He nods, sending you a grin. His face is still throbbing just a bit, but at least his brain doesn’t feel like mush anymore. You smile back, moving into the kitchen to find something to eat.

Speaking of...his favorite cereal sat innocently in his bowl, soggy and sad now. Damn it.

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Since I realized it's going to take me some time to get to the point of my fic to actually introduce my OC's, I'm just going to do that here now!

I'm also going to name some canon characters (e.g. Che'nya) and will explain their positions in the fic and how I think their personalities are.

Wondorsmore is the dorm founded on the curiosity of the Young Explorer. They are housed in a deformed, very colourful house with a gigantic garden and maze. Gem colour is blue.

Alicynthia Fantasmore (Alice): A light headed 2nd year student and the dorm leader of the dorm. She's a very kindhearted girl who loves tea time, baked sweets and croquet. Mostly everyone calls her Ali-chan, since her actual name is rather hard to pronounce for others. Nobody knows how she got the title 'dorm leader', because she daydreams a lot and gets distracted very easily. She has terrible orientation and will even get lost on an open field. Her mother handles all trading between the Rose Kingdom and the other lands, for which she respects her very deeply and hopes that she'll be able to handle such responsibilities one day.

Che'nya/Alchemi Alchemivichi Pinka (Cheshire Cat): The vice leader and one of Ali-chan's personal 'caretakers' and advisor. She's very aware of her responsibilities but necklaces them most of the time by napping or pranking other students, and loves to speak in riddles and confuse others. She has an immense fear of dogs, since one nearly bit her hand of when she was a child.

Marriposa Fafelyna (Caterpillar): Jokingly gets called the 'Second Vice of Wondorsmore'. Also Ali-chan's caretaker #2, but she's more of an motherly figure than Che'nya, who's more of an aunt. The 3rd year is kind of strict, but means it well, and has a lot of patience for others. She's hungry 24/7 and very tall. She also pupates up when she is faalls asleep. Smokes, but is not allowed to in any closed room or building, that's why she's mostly in the garden. Che'nya's roommate.

Arley Blanca (White Rabbit): A curious 1st year with a terrible sense of time. That's why she has a lot of clocks. Her father even runs a clock shop and got tought on how to build and repair clocks and watches. Her whole site of her shared room is full with clocks. Naturally, when ever it's a full hour, it's get very loud, which doesn't bother her, since she's used to it, even though she has very sensitive ears. She is allowed to do that, because she is alone in the four-person room.

Sunizwe is the dorm founded on the leadership of the Lion King. The members live in a big wood house, which has many plants and veins growing along it's sides, in the Savanna jungle. It has no roof unless it's raining and wild animals can't get near the dorm. Gem colour is topaz yellow.

Rainona Adolpha (Little Red Riding Hood): A 3nd year girl from the Land of Pyroxene as dorm leader in the middle of the Savanna, surrounded by beastmen. She's way mor robust than she looks. Never seen without her red hood/cape.

Zywie Najyba (Rafiki): Vice leader and 'doctor' of the dorm/school. Comes from a family of doctors or medical related stuff, they also work for the Royal Family. So, of course, she knows a lot about medicine and how things are within the family. Also has exsperience as a shaman. The 3rd year is concidered the 'wises' in the dorm

Eventyhav is the dorm founded by the dedication of the Little Mermaid. The dorm members live in an old shipwreck underwater. Gem colour is aqua blue.

Rielle af Atlantica (Arielle): A 2nd year dormleader and the youngest princess of the 7 princesses of the coral sea. Always full of question and likes sticking her noise into things that aren't her business. She's super impressed by human culture. But she often misunderstands the use or meaning of things. For example, for some time she used a fork as a hairbrush. Her voice is incredible lovely and beautiful.

Fabienne Guppy (Flounder): The vice of the dorm and best friend of Rielle. She's very shy, sweet and easily flustered. She's afraid of many things, sharks being the Nr. 1. Rielle always tries (and being successful every time) to convince her to go with her on her 'adventures'. Rielle also mainly calls her 'Fabie'. She is very good with the oboe (and saxophone, to some degree) and often plays for the dorm members.

Amyrlas is the dorm founded on the intelligence of the Prince of Sands. They are housed in a tiger head shaped, gold and marble cave near an oases. The gem colour is turquis.

Jaseema Dha-Hab (Jasmine): Dormleader and the older twin of the Dha-Hab twins. She's one of Kalima's cousins, the stricter and more hot-tempered one. The 2nd year student cares deeply for her sister, but doesn't show it well. Like Kalima, both are very rich, and, surprisingly, the only children in the family. She's very aware of their advantages, and that her parents most likely payed for her and her sister's positions. So she decided to use the money she has to help others. She donates very often and always helps her dorm mates. Which makes her very busy and not being able to spend time with her sister. Back at home, she's stuck with her overprotective parents who forbid her and her sister to go outside without a guard. So she's very happy and grateful for the freedom RSA provides her.

Aliye Dha-Hab (Aladdin): The vice dorm leader and younger twin. She's very carefree, like Kalima, eventhough she knows what could happen to her. Because of that, she leaves her sister in constant worry. And she's very aware of that. The reason she doesn't stop that or doesn't stop causing trouble is that, this, in her eyes, is the only way to get her sisters attention. Even back at home she causes trouble. She often goes outside without permission. When she's outside she disguises herself with poor clothes so she'll blend in easier. She often takes things like food or similar with her to give it to the poor, or sells it so she can give the money to others. Sometimes she even steals things to give them. This is her own way of donating, besides giving money; Being there for them. She has a small hideout in an abandoned building. She even has a small monkey, named Hamai, as a pet/companion.

Ebenholz is the dorm founded on the kindness of the Fairest of Them All. The mebers live in little cottages in the woods near a smal mine. Gem colour is red.

Neige LeBlanche: Dorm leader and the beauty of the school. She's very busy due to her being a model and actress, but always manages to spend time with her dwarf friends. Is like a second mother to them, but can be a bit overbearing sometimes.

The Dwarves: 7 dwarves who are constantly at Neige's side. Often get mistaken as kids and/or siblings. Both claims are false. Come from a dwarf clan that's known for their handywork and multiple mines. All are very good at mining and sorting out gems from real and fake. Surprisingly strong, can lift 5 times the weight they have. Dominic is the 'oldest sister', being the most mature. Hop and Gran often get into friendly arguments. Shelpy mostly sleeps, but loves some drama at school and knows everything about it. Sneek has to deal with a lot of allergies and holds a strong dislike towards spring. She and Hop (aswell as Domi) are often 'mental support' for the ever so shy Timmy. Toby is the air-head and 'youngest sister'. Since a young age, she had trouble remebering things and also had trouble with correct speech.

Theoroas is the dorm founded on the strength of the Godly Hero. They are housed in an ancient Greek themed building with an arena attached to it. Gem colour is copper.

Ziana Thora (Zeus): The 3rd year dormleader of the dorm. She's very stoic and serious, always wearing an angry expression. Very respected and feared, even known as 'The Queen of Royal Sword Academy'. He obtained the title 'dorm leader' as a fist year, right in the first week by challenging the former leader and winning by a land slide. He also has a younger sister (Hercules), but doesn't want to acknowlage her as that. So their relationship is rather complicated. She's also the daughter of the head of the company 'Olympus'.

Pacifica Aquarius (Poseidon): Cousin of Ziana (and Idia) and vice dorm leader. A very bubbly and lightheaded girl. She often drives her cousin insane because she can be very annoying and intrusive. Often just called 'Percy' or 'Paz'. She's very found of the merfolk. Like Idia (and Ziana, technically), Pacifica is a noble aswell; A noble of the Coral Sea. Besides making Ziana often mad, she's also the one who keeps his temper in check.

Verrepantou is the dorm founded on the hope of the Hardworking Princesse. It's only a small dorm, but the members are housed in a simple house, which turns into an impressive palace at night. Gem colour is purple.

Aimée Trein (Cinderella): The sweet and kind dorm leader. She didn't see the need to declare a vice, since it's a small dorm. She also has not the best sence of time, especilly when it's near 12, regardless of am or pm. Overworks herself very often does chores for others out of pure kindness. Also has a big thing for shoes and has multiple wardrobes just for that. Step-daughter to Mozus Trein and has two older step-sisters. Lost her father at a young age.