#sorry I’m a menace ♥️♥️

[redr0sewrites]

Can you write Vox x reader where like the reader just says like really unhinged things and just like vile things whenever they rage and stuff like the internet could be slow or smth and the reader is just like “IM GOING TO RIP OFF MY SKIN” idk man I’m kinda just self projecting rn like you can right anything with it tbh idk sorry for rambling anyway you don’t have to do this if you don’t wanna

THIS IS SO MEEEEE I LOVE THIS IDEA SM!!! sorry it took me a hot minute to reply to this i have over 70 hazbin hotel requests in my inbox 😭

🥀Cw: fluff, crack, silly vox

when he first met you, vox was charmed by your seemingly sweet nature- that is, until you were pissed

your unholy screech of how you were going to rip off your skin if he cut the wifi again was both endearing and confusing in his eyes

vox would just short circuit for a second, just blinking at you while he tries to process what you just said

once it clicks, he just starts giggling. vox very rarely genuinely laughs, most of his laughs are professional or part of the persona he adopts as the leader of vox enterprises, but when he's so shocked by what you just said, he can't control the booming laughter thay fills the room

he's wheezing and gasping, each barking laugh only pissing you off more

"what's so funny? if you keep laughing i am going to fucking break ur fingers like carrot sticks!" you snap, and vox only giggles harder

after a few seconds, you can't help but notice how adorable his laughter is, and soon you don't mind it as much

once you two are officially together, you notice how stressed vox often is, yet how he seems to visibly relax around you

the batshit crazy things you say, which normally disgusts other people, only seem to amuse him

its actually a wonderful dynamic because you bring some spontaneity and slight insanity into vox's otherwise irritating and depressing lifestyle, and vox balances out the crazy things you say and calms you down every time

you often find yourself searching for new phrases to baffle him with, and for new ways to make him laugh

after vox has a stressful day, he enjoys just listening to you ramble about the most insane things and adores hearing whatever fucked up saying you've adopted recently

vox notices himself beginning to copy your speech patterns. he only begins to realize when he slips in an exceptionally odd metaphor into a work meeting and everyone stares at him, yet his heart skips a beat at the thought

there's something so charming to him about the fact that he's adopting your mannerisms, and you truly make him laugh when no one else can

whenever another one of the vees pisses him off, he always comes to you for advice on incredibly deranged comebacks, and you never disappoint!

he's won multiple arguments by just repeating one of your fucked up sayings and the other vees being too lowkey shocked to disagree

vox LOVES IT when you diss people he hates, hearing you ramble some fucked up insults about alastor made him fall in love with you all over again

"that worm on a string fucked up karen cut bob looking ass- if i see him around here again im going to eat a fucking brick" *cue vox looking at you with the biggest heart eyes*

overall, you are both menaces, but you're menaces in love ♥️

vox lay with his head in your lap, the blue light of his screen illuminating the dim room as you rambled mindlessly about your day.

"and THEN, this fucking asshole tried to flirt with me! ME!! as if he doesn't know were dating! ugh, it makes me feel like i have an entire beehive living beneath my skin. i swear if he even looks at me again im going to lick wet cement i can NOT deal. how can you even work with him? he's such a fucking CREEP voxy, i'm going to cut off those ugly ass wings and shove them so far down his throat- hey, are you even listening?"

you look down to see vox half asleep, his eyelids drooping as his light dimmed. "keep talking.." he murmurs, looking up at you with a lazy smile on his face. "you're my favorite person t' listen to.."

i love the idea of vox with a partner who challenges his very idea of power. he clearly wraps himself in a sort of persona, surrounding himself with powerful people and acting like he's so serious and important. i love the idea of him falling in love with someone who can break down his walls in seconds, someone who can dismantle his entire bravado act and who allows him to truly be himself. this is such a wonderful prompt and i am eating this up. nonnie ur awesome!!!!

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Can you do a cute/funny Jay Halstead x reader where reader is Trudy’s niece and when she find out they’re dating, Trudy says something like “detective chuckles?! Really?!” And gently picks on them ♥️ add some cute domestic fluff about maybe moving in together and designing shared space?

Jay Halstead- Love Must Be Blind

I really enjoyed this one, making Trudy just picking on Jay but secretly she's really happy for them. I hope you all enjoy this one. It’s just a small one really but cute nonetheless.

YN and Jay met through YN’s aunt, Trudy who works at the police station. It started out with YN bringing baked goods for everyone from her bakery. Over time YN got aquatinted with everyone, especially Jay. He would come into her bakery every day for breakfast, always ordering the same thing. Eventually Jay plucked up the courage to asked YN on a date, five months later and they are officially boyfriend and girlfriend, however no one knew about their relationship, that is until today.

Jay had insinuated that he had a girlfriend and everyone had been trying to guess, but so far no one had got it right.

Jay had forgotten his lunch, so YN decided to drop it off, forgetting that her aunt was working today. As YN arrived at the station Trudy watched from a distance as her niece greeted Jay with a smile

“Hey you forgot lunch so I thought I’d drop it off for you”

“Thanks your a life saver. It’s going to be a late one tonight”

“That’s ok. I’ve got Jen covering the shop today so I can make us food for later” YN leans up and places a kiss on Jay’s cheek which causes her aunt to clear her throat “crap I forgot about aunt Trudy working today” YN whispers to Jay who laughs in response

“Detective Chuckles really? My niece?” Trudy raises a brow at the detective “and you” she then points to YN “we shall be having a chat later about… this” rolling her eyes at her aunt, YN places another kiss on Jays cheek before saying her goodbyes and leaving.

Later that evening when Jay returns back to his place he finds his girlfriend dancing in the kitchen. He immediately wraps his arms around her making her giggle

“Smells wonderful”

“Thanks. How was the rest of your day?” Groaning Jay leans his head in the crook of her neck “that bad?”

“Your aunt is a menace”

“Oh tell me about it” YN spins round in Jays arms to face him “she rang me and told me, and I quote, ‘love really must be blind’ which I of course told her how amazing you really are”

“She hates me. She’s been giving me grief all day, making me do silly jobs for her”

“She doesn’t hate you. You have to remember that after mum passed away she took on that roll”

“I can grantee she does hate me” YN rolls her eyes at her boyfriend

“You wanna know what she said to me on the phone ‘Jay is a good man, I don’t think I’d trust anyone more than him’ just give her some time”

“I love you, you know”

“I love you too, but I won’t love you if you make me burn our supper because I’m starving” YN gently pushes Jay away who goes to wash his hands in his sink

“What would you like me to do?”

“Chop the chicken? You know I hate touching raw meat”

“Of course. Anything for you”

After their food had been cooked and eaten and the dishes had been cleaned, YN and Jay made their way to bed. YN lies on Jays chest, just listening to the thump of his heartbeat when he suddenly speaks

“I’ve been thinking”

“Oh no” YN jokes

“Oi” Jay tickles YNs side making her laugh

“Ok ok I’m sorry. Carry on” YN now leans up so she can see jays face clearly

“You and I are practically always with each other and now your aunt knows about us, I was just wondering if you’d maybe like to move in together?” Jay asks nervously. YNs smile grows wide “you don’t have to move in here, I could move into your place, or we could get our own, then it would be like…” YN plants her lips of Jays who finally stops talking “is that a yes?”

“Of course it’s a yes. I love you Jay”

“I love you too YN”

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love your new pfp! Also I have you to thank for my introduction to batfam. Have any fic recs?

hiiii thank you!! I’m so honoured to be your batfam intro omg have my undying love and loyalty ♥️

i havent read a whole lot of DC fic yet so this is just me throwing stuff I liked from my history at you lol sorry these are mostly whump/angst that’s what I thrive on (mind the tags and warnings!)

Letter by ARC_0025 - a bit of shameless self promo post-Death in the Family, Bruce finds a letter Jason wrote him in case of an untimely death. He writes one back, never expecting his son will ever read it. Years later, upon returning to Gotham, Jason finds a letter on his desk.

forgive us(as we forgive those) by anD_nOw_tHe_wEaThEr - the Catholic!Jason fic. this fic rewired my brain watered my crops cleared my skin etc etc I have been thinking about it for 204894844 days.

Gifts From the Sea by Raberba girl - Mer AU! Dick is a lonely merboy in captivity until Bruce attempts to actually treat him humanely. has a very ‘nice kid Dick, angry Jason’ characterisation.

That One's Jason, Right? by batsandthebirds - Dick and Jason get magically de-aged. Assumptions are made. Those assumptions turn out to be very wrong. (funny contrast with the characterisation of the previous fic on this list)

little menace by InkpotSprite - another deaging fic, with Tiny Tim this time! half adorable half menace all trouble

Wake Like Dead Men by incogneat_oh - utter fluff. Jason encounters a Tim who hasn’t had his daily coffee yet

Like A Breath Of Fresh Air by I_Have_To_Get_Off_This_Planet - Jason chronic illness fic, based on this wonderful Pit Withdrawal fanart series by ky-landfill

Screaming Fear by Sishal - Jason and Bruce angst featuring panic attacks and protective Batdad also based on ky-landfill art!

candy mountain: a holiday mystery by mqonlight - haven’t read this one yet, but Batfam Christmas fluff go brrrrrrrr

Maui Melon Mint by motleyfam - Batfam sickfic feat. LOTS of sibling banter. and vomiting. and banter about said vomiting

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GODDD that set of joe in bed??? waking up next to eddie after your first night together ready for round two?????? i need cpr

You wake up and he’s still groggy because you stayed up for hours talking after you have sex. And you’ve been awake for a while so you poke him and tease him and he’s like “stop it, it’s the crack of dawn, you horny menace.”

But you slide your hand over the covers down the length of his body to the tent he’s forming over his pelvis.

“Oh I’m sorry, am I really the horny menace?“ you ask, allowing your hand to close over his bulging length. He groans and scrubs a hand over his face, a massive grin forming before he rolls over and aggressively mauls you with tickles and kisses.

The tickles and giggles soon make way for rubbing and moaning. In no time Eddie’s got you above him, his hips rutting up into yours, his lips and teeth against your trembling jaw.

“Thought you said I was the horny one, Princess. What’s got you all worked up?”

And then he fucks you and then makes you pancakes while you regain your ability to breathe and walk ♥️

[rheareadsss]

Mistake 9

Hope you guys enjoy! Leave me your thoughts and sorry for the wait!♥️

••••

Feyre was in the river house when she heard Cassian

‘Training ring, it’s Azriel’

She immediately left after leaving Nyx with Elain with the excuse of over seeing things in her gallery, she didn’t say anything to her but when she got to the house of wind her suspicions were true.

Azriel laid on the couch clutching to his chest, almost as if he was breathless “where is she?” He asked, his voice pained, she had never seen him like that in all the time she has known him.

“Who?” Nesta asks as she was next to him, she trying to calm him down by touching his arm and keep a hold of him.

“Gwyn, she’s- she’s in pain” he said his voice pained, his eyes bloodshot red looking helplessly at Nesta

“How do you know?” Feyre asks as she gets closer to him

“I can feel her, bring her to me” he growled

“Azriel, Gwyn is not in the night court remember?” Nesta says trying to soothe him

“What am I missing here?” Cassian asks as he tries to keep a hand on Azriel’s shoulder which Azriel shook off

“Bring me my mate” Azriel growls in a menacing tone now trying to leave the couch

“Mate?“

“Gwyn” he says in a low menacing tone trying to get away from the hands of Nesta and Cassian

Cassian was surprised by the revelation

“She’ll be back” Feyre says holding on to his cheeks now and gives Cassian an apologetic look as they held him back.

Azriel shakes his head “she won’t” he touched his chest “why does it feel like I lost her?” Tears now leaving his eyes

Nesta widen her yes “Did it snap?” She asks Feyre wanting confirmation to what she suspects now

Feyre looks at Nesta then at Azriel “Az, maybe we should go see Elain”

“No” his eyes go to Nesta “where is she?” He growls “Nesta please” he sounds defeated and pained, his eyes pleading

“You know where she is, she told you” she answers “she went to suppress the bond”

Azriel shook his head then tried to push everyone away from him so he could go to her, he could feel the immense pain in his chest and wanted to be near Gwyn.

He felt a threat pull at his chest and he knew immediately that his bond with Gwyn was being messed with, the shiny golden threat that pulled at him felt as if it was singing for a moment then it pulled harder and then he felt as if it was ripped apart, it shined then it would turn grey and it kept going back and forth. He could feel her pain and desperation crashing in to him and then a pain that made him fall back in to the couch.

He stopped resisting the moment the bond had stopped glowing, he could no longer feel anything and yet everything at once.

He sat up in the couch, everyone stopped holding him and just looked at him, Feyre being the closest to him “are you feeling better?” She held his cheeks again

His eyes met hers, they looked darker, almost empty “yeah”

Cassian looked at his brother “Az, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong, everything is fine now” he answered in a cold tone and shook Feyre’s hands from his face

“Az, maybe we should-“ Feyre started

“I’ve got to go” Azriel said cutting short whatever Feyre was about to say and stood up

“It snapped” Nesta said sure

Azriel met her eyes but didn’t say anything, he just walked to the terrace and left the house of wind, Feyre wanted to chase after him but knew better.

“Somebody tell me what’s going on!” Cassian exclaimed at last

Nesta sighed and sat on the couch “Gwyn is Azriel’s mate, her bond snapped before Azriel married Elain”

“Fuck” Cassian swore

“Nobody knew, except us 3” Feyre adds

“Emerie knows” Nesta adds

“So I’m the last to know?”

“Gwyn wanted to keep everything a secret, Elain doesn’t know, nor Mor or Amren” Nesta answers “she told him and he reject her basically, he chose the relationship with Elain. Gwyn didn’t want to intrude in their relationship as Azriel made his choice very clear and decided to suppress her side of the bond as his side hadn’t snapped”

“I don’t think it would be wise for Gwyn to return if his side snapped” Feyre whispers more to herself than to anybody else

Nesta turns to her “I actually think the opposite, if she returns then we can see how he would react”

“It could be asking for trouble” Feyre says

“Are you all forgetting that he made his choice? Like you mentioned” Cassian asks “he choose Elain right? if his side snapped i’m sure he will suppress it, Gwyn can came back, she doesn’t have to run away from her home, she has been through enough”

“When do they get back?”

“Tomorrow”

•

Nesta decided to spend her day at the river house just to be present when Rhys and Gwyn came back, she knew Feyre had told her mate her concerns but knowing Rhys and the love he felt for Gwyn, he wouldn’t leave her behind in Day court.

Azriel had left since yesterday, according to Elain, he was in the hewn city taking care of business. Nesta was almost sure that he would show up today as soon as Gwyn made it back, she loves her sister but even she was having doubts of her decision.

She made it to the kitchen where she found Elain baking, Nuala and Cerridwen no where to be found.

“Nesta” Elain looked up from her cake and smiled at Nesta

“How are you feeling today?”

“Good, Azriel hasn’t been back since yesterday and I’m just baking him a cake, I’m sure he’ll be back today”

Nesta nods “how about the other-“

“We talked about it, made a compromise- he won’t push further”

“That sounds like-“

“My bond is aching” she blurs out

“what do you mean?“ Nesta asks

“I- there is a chest pain that won’t go away” she adds and drops the spatula that she was using on the cake

She sighs “I went to Madja, she says the bond is still there, it isn’t like he reject it”

“Why don’t you reject it?”

“I can’t reject the bond” Elain says offended “it will hurt him”

“What about Azriel?”

“Azriel is my choice, I love him, I really do and I can’t do what you’re thinking to him either just because I have a mating bond”

“What if he has a mate?” Nesta asks nonchalantly

Elain straightened “what? You think he might?”

“I said what if”

Elain sighs “he doesn’t” she says getting back to her cake “when does Rhys and Gwyn get back from their research?”

“Maybe Helion might have answers for you”

Elain was about to say something when they felt the raw power entering the house, Rhys was back.

Nesta walked in to the living room and there was Gwyn smiling and radiating happiness like she always does, she hugged Rhys “thank you”

Rhys nodded

Gwyn saw Nesta, her smile widening and she made her way towards her, in that moment Azriel appeared from within the shadows.

Gwyn hugged Nesta

“Did it work?”

“I think so” she beamed happily

“Berdara” Azriel’s shadow-kissed voice sounded

Gwyn turned to him “shadow singer” she said with a playful smirk, she was expecting to see the same playful smirk but he looked defeated, his eyes missing the twinkle they always seem to have.

Nesta also noticed his change in demeanor, he looked more serious, back to his old self when he was always stoic and observant.

There was no hint of the Azriel who trained with them and would give a hint of a smile, specially towards Gwyn.

“What’s wrong love?” Elain asks Azriel

“Nothing” he answers and walks out of the room

Elain furrows her eyebrows confused about her cold partner and walks out after him

“Sleep over tonight? We have missed you”

Gwyn smirks “I wasn’t gone that long Nes”

“So? Came” Nesta says pulling her out of the room “tell me everything” she adds

•

Gwyn was back in the house of wind, Cassian had picked them up. She was lounging in the living room in a sleeping gown as was Nesta and Emerie, they were giggling at the gossip they kept spilling.

Gwyn heard before any of the girls did, the grunting and the hits, she knew who it was without even peaking outside.

Azriel was undoubtedly training, her thought went to him

“How do you feel about him?” Emerie asks

Nesta hadn’t dared ask, she didn’t want to intrude Gwyn even thought she wanted to know, Emerie still doesn’t know that the bond snapped for Azriel. Only Feyre and Cassian know and most likely now Rhys.

Gwyn shrugged “normal, I know he’s my mate but the feelings and agonizing pain that used to plague me isn’t there anymore” she admits “when I saw him earlier it was like back to normal, I can’t feel the bond”

“Do you think you can be civil?” Nesta asks

“There’s only one way to find out” she smirks towards the training arena

Nesta smiles and tosses her a robe after asking the house for one.

•

Azriel’s senses were filled by her scent and he stood still, his skin prickling at the cold and the enticing scent of her nearing.

‘Our Valkyrie’

‘She’s not ours’ he argues back at his shadows

‘Oh but she is’

“Shadow singer” she smirked as she got closer to him

He turned towards her, his breath caught as she was infront of him in only a robe and hair down “Berdara” he nods

“Aren’t you going to ask if it worked?”

“I know it worked, I felt it” he confesses

She was confused “what do you mean?”

“I felt it, felt as if it was being ripped apart almost”

“Ahh, well I’m feeling back to normal, I think we can be civil and maybe retake our nightly trainings?” She asks playful trying to be friendly and like their normal selfs

He smiles finally “of course”

She returns the smile “I did miss you shadow singer”

“And are you good? No pain or any other feeling towards me” he asks concerned

“I’m good actually, it was very painful while the bond was active” she admits “how ever I was feeling about you is still the same, I’m just not in pain at the sight or thought of you with Elain” she adds

“And how do you feel about me?”

She smirks “wouldn’t you like to know.. no can do thought” she says

His eyes darken, so did his shadows, he took a step closer to her “of course I do” he said tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear

Gwyn only looked up at him, when their eyes met she bit her lip without thinking

His gaze went to her lips, he swallowed “tomorrow night?”

“Yeah, of course”

His gaze met hers again “can’t wait” he said before leaving her dumbfounded

Gwyn took a minute before feeling like herself again the she walked back to her girls “I- we can be civil”

Nesta smirks “I doubt it”

“Why?” Emerie questions

“Something is bound to happen” Nesta adds

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hi!!! :3333

so to answer your questions, I’ve never had him drawn before, but I might in the near future since I REALLY love him ♥️ I’ll show you if I do!! And he used to have some jealousy, mainly as a kid being surrounded by other flying moon moths. but not as much anymore, sometimes when he sees a chance to get involved in something, but can reach it from ground level. He got his nickname from the fact that he has brown fur with dark stripes that has been so fascinating that it has caused many to find him attractive (like a blonde bombshell. Basically it’s a term for someone who is really gorgeous) I’m curious about Arya!! Was she born a demon? You said she had a human form, was she a human that transformed into a demon?! And if so, why is she a moth? ARE HER SIBLINGS MOTHS?! What are they like?!

Ohh, I see! Sorry, I genuinely didn't know what the term Bomshell meant! I always thought a bombshell was just the outer layer of a missile or something! But thank you for explaining! And please do have them drawn! I'd love to see them in all their glory :D It makes sense that he'd be jealous, you can do so many more shenanigans when you can fly, but he can be a menace without being airborn as well! You said that he specialized in dark magic, what kind of magic does he do in particular? Were they different as a child? Like, were they more shy and became more mischievous as a result since their family gave them up? :o Also, you mentioned he's tall, just how tall is he? Because Arya, in her human form, is also pretty tall for a "woman"! In her demon form she's roughly two and a half meters tall! And yes, Arya was born a demon! She was born to a royal family who rules over some parts of hell and has 12 siblings! She's the oldest out of all of them, however! Her parents were moth demons, so she took after them! Arya really does love her family, she has a good relationship with them, she's just a bastard by choice! And yes, her siblings are also moths, though they're much younger than her! Arya is roughly 236 years old, even if she is still very young! But then again, time works differently in Hell, so in our world she'd be maybe around 24 years old! So her siblings are anywhere between 30 and 210 years old! It's a bit difficult to tell you what all of them are like since there's so many of them and since there's such an age discrepancy, but generally speaking, they're not too bad! They're not downright cruel as the children of rulers, but they do use their privileges from time to time if they can! However, they wouldn't go out of their way to ask their parents to incarcerate someone just because they got the last piece of candy! The younger ones act more childish and immature than the older ones, but they normally do behave! Arya often takes care of her siblings when she can, but she's also out and about more often than not, going on adventures and seeing the world!

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This is my gift for Eyeshield 21 Winter Gift Exchange of 2023. @shortandbittersweet I hope you like it! And I'm so sorry about the delay 🙏🙏

Also many thanks to @eyeshields for all their work organizing the event ♥️♥️

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When Kongou Agon stepped into the Empire City Casino at 01:43 am, he had a clear plan in mind: take a look around, play a few games and win easy money, perhaps find a pretty woman to pass the time with and leave the tab to… Just will away the time until the blond trash and the other idiots called him in desperation, begging him to help with their ridiculous plan. He’d have a bit of fun at their expense, leave them hanging for a bit, and appear in the nick of time. 

Simple, easy to follow plan. The blond trash would try to pull some shit, but nothing that would damage his own plan, so Agon wasn’t too worried. Which is why, after ordering himself a drink and approaching the gambling tables, he did a double take that almost spilled the fucking beer all over the floor. He blinked once, twice, and gritted his teeth. But of course, of course, that trash would be in this casino with no explanation, dealing cards at the poker table like he did that every night from 10 to 6. 

Unlike other times he’d seen Hiruma go ‘undercover’, he seemed to be making an effort this time. He looked as dumb as the rest of the casino workers, with a red vest and a ridiculous visor, his hair slicked back and as tame as he’d ever seen it, pointy ears partially covered by it. 

That wasn’t why it took him a good few seconds to make sure it was him, though. It was the smile. He was smiling like a normal person, as if he were a regular 19-year-old trash with regular trash teeth and regular trash personality. 

It was disgusting. 

…And somehow more unsettling than the usual demonic grin. 

“What the fuck, trash!?” he asked, reasonably, and sneered at the nearby randos clutching their pearls.

“Welcome, sir! Would you like to join the game?”

Oh, fuck no. He was acting. The affected perkiness and wide-eyed, eager face… he was mimicking that tiny roller-skating menace.

“Aaah!? Fat chance, trash. I want you to tell me what-”

But Hiruma had already given him two cards face down and was gesturing to the vacant chair with that uncanny smile.

He could just turn around and leave, ignore the annoying trash and whatever mad scheme he was cooking up in that big brain of his. They had some twelve hours until their flight back to Japan, he could find something else to do with his time until then. He could…

Agon sat down with a scowl, picking the two cards up but not taking his eyes off of Hiruma. “What are you doing here? You told me those assholes would be at the casino by the airport.”

Hiruma laid a hand on the table and leaned in, tilting his head to the side to hide the sudden impish quirk of his smile from the rest of the casino. “Which is why you ran away to a different casino on the other side of the city?” he asked, voice back to his usual raspiness and eyebrows arched in mockery.

Manipulative piece of shit.

“You’re becoming predictable, Agon-kun, never a good look.” He leaned back and yet again fixed the same cheerful mask from before on his face. Agon resisted the urge to grab his cheeks and headbutt him.

“So the rest of the trash is here as well?”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, sir,” he replied sunnily, before turning to the idiots who had remained. “Ready to continue the game, everyone?”

There was no way Hiruma didn’t know their teammates’ exact location, either in this very casino or in some other part of New York. But he didn’t really care one way or another; he could always call Ikkyuu if he really wanted to know.

“So those assholes you're looking for—the pencil pushers who are trying to reject the creation of a world championship—, they are in this casino. And your plan is, what, to cheat them of their money? To smile at them creepily until they agree?”

Agon had experience with Hiruma’s schemes. They sounded crazy, but were annoyingly clever. They usually involved blackmail—but that required Hiruma himself to stay hidden and in control of at least three electronic devices—, intimidation and/or physical violence. Dealing with people in influential positions such as these involved more elaborate methods than beating them into a pulp—which was a pity, because he could really use some light exercise, and he hardly had the patience for a more elaborate charade.

The trash, instead of answering, pointed at the cards in Agon’s hand with his freakishly long fingers. “Would you like to place a bet, sir?”

Ugh!

Fine.

He pushed his sunglasses up into his head and stole a quick look at his cards: the king of diamonds and the ten of clubs. Could be worse. Could be better. He took a few chips out of his pocket to pay the buy-in and the bet to continue the game, adding them to the pile.

There were three cards already on the table: the king of spades, the five of clubs and the eight of diamonds. Hiruma shuffled the deck like a magician with a caffeine overdose and put one more card down with a flourish: the queen of hearts. 

Agon didn’t really like these types of games; he preferred to rely on his own skill rather than on chance and statistics. But his luck was decent and the ladies at casinos were usually loaded and willing to spend it on him, so he’d been to a few.

A glance at the blond trash—at the tilt of his chin and the glint in his green eyes whenever he wasn’t playing the golden retriever for the other players—told him he was being challenged. Win the game and get these idiots to leave, huh? It was a blatant manipulation attempt, Hiruma Youichi’s speciality: annoy someone into abandoning common sense and catch them in his web. While fully aware of it, Agon couldn’t not try and prove the bastard wrong—sometimes, he wondered why he even bothered. And the chance to earn good money was appealing, too.

He remembered the basics of the game: Hold’em Texas, Hiruma had called it, a variant of poker. As the rest of the table made their bids, he drank his beer and eyed them with disdain. They were all gray guys in suits that would make Unko-chan seem charismatic and fun by comparison. They would be easy to intimidate, or at least repel. He would have preferred to have a pretty girl to please his eye—instead he had to look at that blond trash and his stupid face—, but at least he would get these idiots’ money.

And get it he did. 

He may have had some trouble remembering whether a Straight or a Flush had higher value, but all it took was his third best glare, a few insults, some good hands and Hiruma ‘unwittingly’ annoying and confusing the shit out of them. After half an hour, Agon’s beer glass was as empty as the surrounding seats, and he had ten times the number of chips he had started the game with.

The skinny trash looked delighted; his sunny smile had grown fangs and he could almost see a pointy tail wagging behind him. “Kekeke, well done, sir!”

“Aaah? Cut the crap, trash, tell me your plan.”

Hiruma leaned forward, looking like he was about to divulge some juicy secret, but Agon knew from experience that it was going to be bullshit. However, without saying anything, Hiruma’s eyes left his to rest somewhere over his shoulder.

Agon scowled.

“Deal me in, brat.”

That snobby, nasal voice… No fucking way. 

Agon whipped his head around so fast his glasses would have gone flying if they weren’t high quality, expensive as hell Oakley Juliets.

Sliding into a vacant seat, wearing a white fur coat and the expression of someone who’d smelled shit—and who knew, with that fucking snout of his he might have been able to smell a corpse next city over—, was Clifford fucking D Lewis.  

“Of course, sir!” 

The American quarterback took his cards, but didn’t even glance at them, eyes fixed on Hiruma the same way Anezaki pretended not to stare at cream puffs.

“I’m beginning to wonder about your hobbies. Are you an aspiring actor? Part of an amateur theater group, perhaps? This is at least the third time you’ve played dress up in my presence.”

Hiruma’s smile sharpened like a sushi chef’s knife, and he tilted his head. “Clifford-sama recognised me? I’m honored.”

Clifford snorted, the sound loud even with the racket of the casino surrounding them—probably because it had more room to reverberate due to his enormous nose. He muttered something under his breath, but Agon’s English wasn’t good enough to catch it. One of Hiruma’s freakish ears twitched, however, and for a second he looked like his usual devilish self, ridiculous costume and all.

Neither of them had spared him a glance yet.

“What the hell are you doing here?” 

The pompous bastard barely turned his head to glance at him. “Agon Kongou,” he said, in a tone of voice that reminded him of ‘I don’t even need to pay attention to guys like you’. “Strange choice for a poker game. Was your cowboy friend unavailable?”

Clifford D Lewis had a very punchable face. And he may be faster than him still, but Agon’s reaction time was better; in such close quarters…

A kick to the shin stopped him from lunging forward. He glowered at Hiruma, who had that disgustingly cheerful smile on yet again. “A game against the dealer, gentlemen?”

He took the two cards with a snarl. Hiruma better start explaining soon, otherwise he’d leave, and then he’d really have to call for that cowboy trash to come help him.

Clifford huffed and readjusted the collar of his tiger print shirt—and seriously, why the hell did it have to be that particular pattern? Agon was wearing it better, but it still pissed him off. 

They paid the starting amount. Agon had two queens, but it would take a lot of luck to win against these two poker addicts. The three open cards weren’t very encouraging, but he’d be damned if he folded in the first round. He’d be able to think better if Clifford quitted his yapping. Agon knew enough English to know that the D in his name had to stand for Dick.

“It’s clear why you’re here. You’re after Jacob Robert Clarkson, general secretary of the American Football Federation, and Daniel Mullin, director of development of the International Football Committee. They have been speaking against the consolidation of an international university league and hindering the entire process; without their approval, the project won’t take off.”

Hiruma put another card down. The American quarterback made the bet, and they matched it. 

“It’s interesting that you’re posing as a poker dealer, then, since neither of them plays poker.”

Wait, what?

“Clarkson is a roulette man and Mullin only plays slot machines. An information broker of your level must have known that before starting this whole ridiculous charade.”

What.

Hiruma put the last card down. Clifford shoved half of his sizable mountain of chips towards the center of the table and leaned closer. “If you wanted to attract my attention, there are other ways, brat.”

Okay, no. “What the fuck, trash!?” He pushed the same amount of chips forward; he didn’t care about winning anymore, but he wouldn’t back down on principle. 

“You needn’t have bothered, of course; Don would never allow them to completely reject the project or even dawdle too much,” Clifford said, that annoying superior smirk in place. “It’s clear to us, after that first international two years ago, that other countries need to be reminded of America’s superiority.”

Hiruma’s toothy grin widened, looking as unhinged as a shoji door. “Is that so? How generous of America-sama.”

He uncovered his cards. They were an ace and a two, which meant he only had Two Pairs; the little shit had been bluffing.

Clifford had two tens. With the cards on the table, he had a Full House. He opened his mouth, eyes fixed on Hiruma, but Agon slammed his cards down on the table before he could say anything.

He had two queens, plus the two queens on the table; he had the highest hand. Hiruma cackled without restraint and Clifford scowled. 

“Another game?”

[taelonsamada]

,,,, charrrrr my beloved

May I ask for soft wolf pack comfort tidbits???

This cold is kicking my ass ;-;

Absolutely my love ♥️ Putting it under a cut cause it got a bit long XD sorry it took me a while ^^;;; 🥰 🫂 ♥️

David/Angel:

“Daaavveeeeyy….”

The drawn out, nasal voice calling from the living room had David pausing, the faint smirk curling across his face safe from sight as he stood in front of the stove tending the pot of soup he’d been working on the last twenty minutes.

“Yes, Angel?” He called, turning his head just enough to look over his shoulder towards the lump of misery that lay on the couch. Knowing by this point not to rush over the instant he heard them call for him, that if something was drastically wrong, their voice would have far more tremor in it, rather than the petulant whine it currently carried.

“I need you to do me a really big favour… and not say no.”

He did his best not to roll his eyes, already aware of the direction this conversation was going, as it was the fourth time they’d had it.

“I am not going to kill you, Angel.”

“Davey, pleeeaassee…. Put me out of my misery…”

The Alpha simply shook his head, getting a bowl down out of the cupboard and ladling the homemade soup into it, giving it time to cool a bit on the tray while he gathered up a few other essentials.

“It’s not happening.”

“Meanie….”

David picked up the tray once it was fully loaded, walking over to stand beside the couch and stare skeptically down at the stuffed-nosed, sore-throated, head-aching mate of his that was bundled up in his hoodie and a thickly knitted blanket.

“Yes, I’m a terribly mean, heartless bully, wanting to keep the love of my life alive.” He agreed flatly, eyes narrowing at the starry eyed look they gave him and the broad smile they flashed, even as they sniffed loudly.

“I’m the love of your life?”

“Obviously, you menace. Now sit up, you can’t eat laying down.”

~~~

Asher/Baabe:

Babe was snapped out of the haze they’d slipped into by the loud rattling of keys in the door and soft cursing coming from the other side of it. Instinctively they wanted to get up and open the door, but their body wasn’t letting them do much more than blink without causing dizzy spells and nausea.

Luckily Asher managed to get in all on his own, letting out a soft, hushed cheer at his success and shutting the door as gingerly as he could.

“Baaaaabe…? I’m back.” He whisper-called, and they couldn’t help the weak laugh at the lengths he was going through to make as little noise as possible, hushed curses sounding from the hall as he wiggled free of his shoes and stumbled through the dim rooms, leaving as many lights off as he could. Babe watched him tiptoe into the living room, approaching the couch they were curled into the corner of with all the care of approaching a sleeping child.

He knelt down on the floor in between the couch and the coffee table, and they felt gratitude swell in their chest. Obviously Asher remembered how they’d nearly thrown up when he’d flopped onto the couch beside them and bounced them around a bit too much. Smiling down at him as he settled his chin on their knee, staring up at them with loving eyes.

He gave a smile in return before digging into the bag he’d carried in. “Okay, I’m pretty sure I got everything we need.” He assured, starting to lay out all the items on the coffee table. “Migraine strength pain relief, nausea medication - and I checked, it’s safe to take both at the same time - hot and cold compresses, an ice pack in case the compresses aren’t cold enough, lots of water, a new eye mask, the granola bars you like… oh, and I found this.”

Asher perked up as he pulled out what looked like a mini rolling pin on a handle, though it looked like it was made of glass. “Apparently this is a face massager, and you can either chill it or heat it up. I figured I could massage your head after icing it, see if that helps.” He offered.

Babe stared at him, feeling tears welling up in their eyes. Which grew even worse when he saw them and shifted instantly to concern. Before he could ask what was wrong, they said to hell with the dizzy spells and leaned forward in order to kiss what was easily the best mate in the world.

~~~

Milo/Sweetheart:

“Ah - no. No buddy, it’s not for you… Yes, I know, but it doesn’t matter, it’s not for you… Don’t give me that, I know for a fact your bowl isn’t empty. Stop it. Stop with the eyes.”

Sweetheart felt their chest seize and rattle as they laughed at the full on conversation that was going on in the kitchen. Able to hear the plaintive meowing that was answering every remark Milo gave. They couldn’t blame Aggro for wanting a sample of Marie’s cooking. All Milo was doing was heating it up, and despite the entire lack of appetite they’d had for the last few hours, the stealth was admittedly on the verge of salivating.

Leave it to Marie to make food delicious enough to beat the worst flu.

Looking down at their hand, they wrinkled their nose as they saw their hand flicker again, huffing once more and settling back a bit further into the couch. They’d nearly managed to make it out the door to work, but whatever bug had been plaguing them for the last couple of days had gotten bad enough that their powers had flickered just as they’d lifted their coffee mug that morning. The ceramic shattering on the floor had betrayed them, alerting their mate that it wasn’t just being overworked or tired.

Which had ended up with them stuck on the couch and Milo calling the Department to inform them that the stealth wasn’t coming in. Another call to Marie had some fantastic smelling food delivered, which had them feeling terrible for troubling the woman so deeply. She’d most definitely had better things to do that day than make food for them. Only the fact that there was enough for Milo eased the guilt, because of course Marie was convinced her son wasn’t eating enough.

They watched Milo heading towards the living room with two plates, dodging the cat weaving in between his feet with practiced skill and scolding Aggro for nearly tripping him.

He handed them their plate and pressed a kiss against their forehead, settling down on the couch next to them. Sweetheart watched him argue with Aggro over the cat’s attempts to get up on the couch and shove his head into Milo’s plate, and decided that a sick day now and then wasn’t so bad.

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Sam/Darlin:

“I’mm find.”

“Yeah, cause last I checked, ‘fine’ has a d at the end of it. Sit.”

Darlin scowled sharply as their body listened against their will and they dropped back down to sit on the bed. Unable to keep from sighing in relief at the cool hand that pressed to their burning forehead. “Damn it, Darlin’… I could cook an egg on that head of yours.”

“…’m a wolve… we run hod.”

“Uh huh… and you’re so far past hot, you’re comin’ up on it again.” Sam scolded, gesturing towards their pillow. Darlin grumbled and huffed as they collapsed sideways, head dropping to their pillow and stretching their aching body out with a tired sigh.

“Dissis Ash’s fauld…”

“Says the one who refuses to wear more than one layer even when there’s ice formin’ on the water.” The vampire continued to chide, pulling the knitted blanket of his they secretly loved up over their waist and brushing their hair back out of their face. “But yeah, I imagine you’re not the only one currently dealin’ with this, if Asher indeed brought somethin’ back with him off the plane.” The fondness in his eyes mixed with worry had guilt swamping them, and they turned their head to lean into his hand.

“…sor’y… didn’ mean te…” Sam hushed them before they could finish, leaning in to press his lips against their forehead.

“You didn’t ruin anythin’, don’t even start. We got plenty of time to spend up here, and you’ll shake this long before we gotta go back home.” That grin they loved broke through, and he winked at them as he brushed their hair out a couple times. “And honestly, this may be the longest I’ll ever get ya to stay still… Lookin’ forward to gettin’ to fuss over you.” He teased, laughing at the whine they let out in response.

“Nnooo….”

“Oh yeah. Whole nine yards. Gonna make you food, change out cold cloths for your forehead, rub your feet, run you baths… gonna fuss over you like nothin’ you’ve ever seen, and you ain’t got the strength to stop me.”

Despite it being said like a threat, Darlin never felt more loved.

[laura1633]

hi Laura!!! Cooldown-room-venting-anon, that was in no way meant to put you down by any means ahhh!! I’m so so so so sorry if my words did that, I really should’ve made that clear who I was directing that message to. I sent that in to hopefully reassure anyone who was being made upset by other (external-to-your-blog-)commenters that a) that’s absolutely not what happened in the cooldown room and b) to ignore them because they obviously didn’t watch it and are blowing it up & twisting it completely (The “lack of reading/aural/visual comprehension” dig was at these people—typical internet but super frustrating nonetheless!) so hopefully my analysis put the whole situation to bed or at least helped your prev anons who was coming to you upset by what they heard had went down.

Sorry again for coming on so strong 😔🙏

Absolutely nothing to apologise for anon. As much as I was laughing and having fun with it I was also really happy to have some context! Also if people did think that Charles was laughing maliciously then hopefully this will ease any concerns for them. Charles is a menace but a fair menace I think 😂

I seem to be really lucky with all my anon messages - they seem to be people who are informative, kind, hilarious or just sending me absolute filthy Lestappen thoughts. All of which I love so I appreciate your previous message and I didn't take it the wrong way or think you came on to strong. ♥️

[bradshawsbaby]

I can just imagine Bradley and Mrs Bradshaw grocery shopping with the kids. Goose is Mr responsible and Lydia is picking things up she wants and Bradley is wrangling James whose just trying to grab everything but won’t sit in the cart so he’s just a toddling menace. Once they get home they put everything away and lay in the family size hammock taking a ‘rest’ because Goose is not a baby and does not need naps😴😴😴😴😴

Sorry you have things going on and sorry you have so many opinionated people♥️♥️

I’ll say this once loud for the people in the back. If you don’t like it just don’t comment and move on☀️

Awww, I love this super sweet domestic thought! 🥰

Now I’m imagining Lydia throwing five boxes of Disney Princess fruit snacks into the shopping cart and Bradley having to sneak snacks to James so that he doesn’t have a toddler meltdown in the middle of the supermarket 😂

I also love the thought of all five of them taking an afternoon nap together 🥹

Mrs. Bradshaw often says she’s just going to “rest her eyes” when she wants to lay down and take a nap. She doesn’t even realize the kids have picked up on it, until one day when she’s trying to get Goose to take a nap after school.

“Come on, baby, how about a little nap before Daddy gets home?”

“I don’t need a nap, Mommy. I’m not a baby. I’m just going to rest my eyes.”

Mrs. Bradshaw: 🤭🤭🤭

Thank you for this, Anon! 💕

[tiredbuthappy]

Any tips for a f1 writer just starting on tumblr??

Oooooffffff I’m honored you’d ask me. My biggest advice is to not be like me. 😂 Updating regularly is huge. And make sure you genuinely enjoy what you’re writing. I love my fics, but sometimes I use up all of my creative energy and I have to wait for the tank to refill. I hope that this helps!

[heyitsspaceace]

Hello, since the forms were anonymous, do u think u can post some of the reasoning of some for how they rated some of the drivers?

Ur post abt the 100 respondents let us see some thoughts, and I know some of the comments that u have mentioned was from me (i know i'm the one who thirsted on yuki's thighs)

I personally wouldn't mind if u'd publish the reasonings or the thirst paragraphs

I think it'll be either really funny, lovely, or horny or weird

oh my friend you've opened the floodgates

anyways here's the og link the quiz

so here are some memorable responses

Yuki Tsunoda

"He has a manly, manly body with a nice set of abs. He can successfully backflip into a pool and he's just plain hilarious. Plus he's got no filter, can cook you breakfast in the morning and can even sing. multi-talented"

"*Fernando Alonso voice* YUkiii"

"Have you seen those thighs?! And he's just so soft especially in pastel clothes, he loves food, and his eyes when he smile just melts me. Did I mention his THIGHS?"

"So smol. Idk who any of these are but he looks like he finished his A-levels and went 'fuck it' before turning up at the local f1 track and won."

"Food obsession, funny, homoerotic tension with Pierre, what more could you want in a man?"

"Even thou wer'e the same height, he'll forever be my short king and the thighs."

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Lando Norris

"Less baby than Yuki but Baldo Norris is haunting my dreams"

"the hair ✨✨"

"An absolute icon. Gen z at its finest ✨"

"When I watch his intweviews it's always has me rolling at some point , mammmmm those choclate curls."

"British +1 for the hair"

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Fernando Alonso

"This man. So hot. Renly tormenting Stannis with a peach was inspired by this man. One sexy motherfucker. Unfortunately dates women he’s own age. An absolute menace. He’s in it for the long con, when Yuki retires Nando is the shortest on the grid. Chase that title king!"

"Best Friend's Dad who will fight anyone for you. Also, makes a great sandwich."

"Unhinged petty energy, I thrive to be like him"

"He's a bastard menace and also petty as FUCK. I love the drama this old man generates"

"he’s a bastard but there is something attractive about it"

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Valtteri Bottas

"underrated unproblematic king"

"best wag & tiktok, porridge king"

"Gentleman ♥️"

"Malewife"

"THIS is the ideal male body. Sorry if society isn’t ready for it. Sexy AF"

"I have a thing for people from Finland. He gives me a warm fussy feeling, and he’s gender envy"

"I like how he keeps showing his ass. I respect that hustle."

"Idk what about this man but I feel absolutely safe around and I have never met him in my life."

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Sergio Perez

"also Dilf but also cheater"

"Decent driver, I cheered when he won. Wish he said fuck team orders, I’m here for ME!"

"Everyday i hate this man more and more i used to actively root for him but now all he does is terrorize my faves as per the rbr agenda and the wifecheating thing is hilarious but horrible no bonus points for being petty or occasionally hot from one angle sadly so 1"

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Zhou Guanyu

"actually a talented dude, his modelling pics were just too good"

"He so sexy,he cute,he hot my husband"

"down points because he has more style than me"

"Very cute. Best friend who doesn't really show care about much but will randomly give food and 3am 'I can't sleep so you're going to deal with it' texts. Also, says 'don't die' instead of goodbye. 10/10"

"A Goddamn Model. Absolute beauty. Also he looks like someone I'd come across at the mall. One point deducted bc I dont like boba but he does."

"Fashion icon, he is the moment when he steps on track."

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Sebastian Vettel

"Daddy" x2

"Okay! Cool teacher that has been there for a year or two but it feels like forever. Gives off an ally to whoever needs one vibe. Like a 'You're gay? Great (insert support here)! Now let smash this quadratic formula!' Will die for any of his students."

"How much time do you have to hear me talk about the love of my life? Love al his eras has never done anything wrong in his life I would support him ni matter what team he races for and how much of a bastard he is. Crid over sebtirement many times and now i will force myself to watch races that are at 3am for me because i can’t miss any of his remaining races. Giving him 10 bonus points for being hot asf with every look and bringing back the sebstache his official score is 100/10"

"HIS PERSONALITY IS VERY SEGGCY. SAVE THE BEES. physically tho, not my type, aha"

"I have a thing for Germans too"

"Activism so hot on seb"

"Invented flirting. Has Lee Mckenzies number. Has the charisma bill Clinton thought he had."

"I like how this man likes bees. You go, little bee man!"

"Red Bull twink era was a 10, now -1 point because of the hair"

"Babygirl-coded old man"

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Mick Schumacher

"He's just a golden retriever (and I'm German and biased)"

"gorgeous gorgeous shoulder to waist ratio. angel baby"

"Normally an 8 but u chose the right pic i guess also does have sexy moves on track when given the chance"

"Cute smile a little twink-ish"

"Ray of sunshine, I’m always rooting for him. Does amazing things in a shitty shitty car. If Sebastian teaches him to flirt is over for all of us."

"self explanatory, I would kill for him as well. fun fact my dad would yell at me and my brother when we were little if we said Michael like the English pronunciation and not the German, because "U can't disrespect a Schumacher". So I won't."

"That one boy who excells at P.E and his exams. No one knows how or why. Probably plays for a local football team."

"Seems nice, i want to see what would happen if you put him in a competitive car. Can say "rawr" without making me cringe"

"Very golden retriever wonder bread and love him for it"

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Lewis Hamilton

"Smash. I dont care for the NDAs, I'll screw this man. Love him to bits"

"sebs boyfriend. literally so fucking hot. also a king. 8x world champion"

"Walk walk fashion baby"

"1) the tattoos, 2) the smile, 3) his eyes when he smiles, 4) the way he says Bono"

"he is the most beautiful man i have ever seen. hes sexy and handsome, of course, but hes also BEAUTIFUL."

"I like him, i like his angst, i want him to win"

"Babygirl-coded old man two EXCEPT this one's wayyy more beautiful than what should be legal. Like holy fuck. Also he's like the only driver who I desire carnally"

"handsome, aware of social issues and uses his platform to spread awareness, has a dog"

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Kevin Magnussen

"dilf" x3

"The beard *chefs kiss*"

"that's my type right here"

"fok smash. but like sometimes is soft a lil."

"He’s Danish, I’m legally contracted to like people from Denmark"

"Head teacher vibes. Tries his best but is often caught between teachers, students, and everyone else. Mr Vettel doesn't always agree with him, but they respect eachother alot."

"This man is really driving that shitbox to points finishes, gotta appreciate"

"He’s married😔"

"Dilf, tats, beard"

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Carlos Sainz

"TITS"

"he always looks super dramatic but really his favourite hobby is playing golf"

"Smooth operator" x4

"idk he looks constantly like he doesn’t know where he is or why he’s there"

"SMOOOOTHHHH OPERATOR. Deserves all the love in the world"

"You and that one friend who have grown apart over the years because life sucks and gets in the way, but who will always makes sure you're ok and will drop anything and everything to help if you aren't. That's him. He's the friend."

"🌶️🌶️🌶️"

"Tits and thighs, deadly combo, it should be illegal."

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Pierre Gasly

"oui oui, has labrador energy"

"the hottest right after Sir Lewis. He had an amazing glowup and i can't forget the way he was whoring around with diff women. Really, REALLY desirable. HIS BODY IS AMAZING, MF WORKS OUT A LOT. his voice is hot and is humor is exactly my favourite kind"

"I highly respect his horny on main attitude"

"hot."

"french slut we love it"

"IM OBSESSED. I LOVE HIM. Him + yuki= fav couple in the paddock"

"MY KING MY HUSBAND MY BABY"

"I think about monza 2020 every day i need this man to succed or so help me, I JUST WANT HIM TO BE HAPPY!!! (also very hot)"

"I want him to break my heart so bad that i spend every night sobbing on the bathroom floor that i miss him while he forgets about me immediately aka good 4 u vibes. If he asked me to commit a crime i would do it"

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Max Verstappen

"just love him ♥️ Dork!"

"Aww u put the out of office max, soft max is the best and besides yuki, he also has got one of the nicest thighs on the grid and his lip freckle is just so cute i wanna kiss ot and pull at his post race hair thank god also that his wearing curved caps more these days and ahhh so fucking soft love him"

"Cute, hot after the races"

"That one person you know who says they're a twitch streamer/influencer and you're like 'Having two followers and led keyboard doesn't make you a streamer Barry' but then you check his Twitch and he isn't half-bad? You watch in secret of course until you accidentally sub with Prime and the entire friendship group gets dragged into becoming Max's #1 Supporters. Will tease you about it (affectionate)"

"Post race Max hits different"

"When I tell you I had the most epic haters to lovers with this man. I didn't like him at first at all but now I still don't love him but I do have a strong liking to him . His smile and thighs ."

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Lance Stroll

"My favorite color is green, my lucky number is 18. Hate to see people living the dream I can’t 😔"

"i just love lance and I mean look at his hair"

"actually boyfriend material tbh"

"Andrew Rannels but make it F1"

"idk idk idk dont come for me but i love this unbothered king so fucking much"

"wonderful eyebrows. expressive face, love the faces he makes. seems very polite and respectful. cute smile. i am not immune to dark hair dark eyes combo."

"Blah blah he bought his seat, whatever he seems sweet okay? Also love a snarky comment here and there"

"ANOTHER UNDERRATED KING everyones like hes just a rich kid blahblahblah umm okay so is 90% of the grid?! Good vibes good energy occasionally hot and not as bad of a driver as people want to believe"

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Daniel Ricciardo

"AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE OI OI OI, miss him winning"

"My babygirl. I will die defending him. I love everything about him. How can i not?"

"perfection. beautiful boy"

"Also thighs plus the tattoos (so of course special mention to the thigh tattoo)"

"how could u not love himmmm seriously. I hope he bankrupts McLaren. Also I'm getting my friend into F1 by exploiting her crush on Daniel."

"He feels like a day spent by the pool in Spain with your best friends, good music and cocktails"

"The curls, the nose, the side profile, the smile!?! This really doesn’t need any reasoning."

"he's hot, the curls, the tattoos but his character makes him a real 10/10"

"It’s either 1000000/10 or your wrong."

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Charles Leclerc

"the (himboest) prettiest boy on the grid"

"most gorgeous man in motorsport"

"kitty<3 he’s my babygirl"

"There he is my baby, king of my heart, loveliest boy, tu es bel, tu es mon ange, so fucking beautiful, i actually cried once (thrice) just looking at his pics and gods have u seen that latest thirst trap from ferrari and i am the perfect height to just bury my face onto his chest and his eyes (everchanging and twinkling, tho not much these days so f u ferrari), and his dimples, i just wanna poke those dimples and have you seen his upper bod, its the perfect mix of abs and a lil tum tum and i rlly wanna boop his perfect nose and run my fingers thru his hair (i bet itd feel like clouds) and he'd whisper sweet nothings in english italian and french. And really his thighs are perfect too, like the way he manspread on that pic on the yacth (i died, true story) and u know that beauty mark near his nose, i wanna kiss it so bad and the one on his neck too and the ones on his torso and i love the way he plys piano and the way he wears jewelry (that's hot) i just rlly love him even when he's a lobster"

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Nicholas Latifi

"the 2 things I know about him is that he's canadian and he likes nutella"

"Listen, i just saw that gamer!nicky photo and it did things to me"

"That one person who is lovely but one bad day away from snapping. Pls, give him a hug."

"i like his nose a lot. legendary eyebrows. hot streamer boy nicholas forever in my heart. hes also very nice and friendly looking and i feel bad for him jskfkalfjfbsk"

"This man really likes Nutella and that's really sexy."

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George Russell

"GEORGE!!!!!!!!!!!! acts like a private school boy"

"it's so much fun to see my brother annoyed every time he is told he looks like Russell. I love convincing people he looks like russell. He does. I can convince you too."

"bf material right here as well"

"The guy who comes in to assemblies to give those talks on stupid things. Like a Tedx talk level of why... kinda cute tho"

"Him fanboying over Daniel Is my suicide prevention. Also is so nice 😭"

"Something about a guy that loves a powerpoint and knows the rule book and WILL ARGUE... debate kid vibes but hot? very confusing! I also really enjoy his brand of british accent"

"my beloved, I'll rate him 100/10. Love his eyes, his appearance, his accent, his talent and his personality. (love his friendship with alex as well)"

"Fantastic driver. And he’s the biggest DR fanboy so he gets extra rights"

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Esteban Ocon

"adore him a lot. got a soft spot for the man because of his childhood story. and he looks very hot at times without excess gel in his hair"

"Fav string bean"

"love him fr <333 estie bestie truely the most real nickname"

"He's french :( but he's friends with Mick :) , soo fuck it, he gets a 5"

"I fell in love with him when he and max almost got into a fistfight. General mischievous vibe."

"estie bestie...we stan"

"estie bestie! but idk i also spell like este maybe i'm a fake fan. i think he is cool! and also like that he comes from a more humble bg ig"

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Alex Albon

"albon pets >>> anything else"

"i like his name and his girlfriend!!"

"Boyfriend material + nice and comfy"

"a sweetie. a cutie. i love his laugh"

"Tho if u had put in lily, i'll give her a 10 too"

"his cats>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ❤️❤️🥰❤️❤️❤️😍"

"WILL NEVER FORGET HIS ICONIC ROOKIE POEM"

"If you don't like alex albon i do not trust you!!!!!'

"love his smile, his positive energy. and his friendship with george. and his cats."

"🫶🫶🫶 very boyfriend coded (would steal lily off him though) kind sweet nice deserves good things"

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and that's all!

IF ANY OF YOU SEE YOURS AND WOULD LIKE IT REMOVED PLEASE LET ME KNOW I WILL OBLIGE!

[ghostinthelibrarywrites]

hi! could I get "touching foreheads" from the prompts? with jaskel (love ur writing btw♥️)

Sorry this took awhile! This is set in the same AU as Wrap your roots all around my bones because I’ve been missing that AU lately! It’s witcher!Jaskier, goat farmer!Eskel, for anyone who hasn’t read it. No warnings.

It’s unusual for Jaskier to be away on a hunt for more than a night. Eskel has gotten used to his partner riding out in pursuit of some creature on a fairly regular basis; he is Velen’s witcher, after all, and Velen is a region lousy with monsters. But it’s been three days since a frantic young father showed up at the farm with news of children vanishing from White Orchard, and Jaskier still isn’t back. Eskel is trying his damndest not to worry and failing miserably.

The farm keeps him busy and is a welcome distraction. Lil Bleater is getting up there in years, but still manages to be menace incarnate and escapes twice in a single day. Another one of his goats, Marigold, gives birth to two healthy kids. He has supper with his sheep farmer neighbors. He makes a lot of soap. He doesn’t wonder if the man he loves is dead in a swamp somewhere or snatched away but whatever has been taking White Orchard’s children.

On the third day of Jaskier’s absence, Eskel has to go to the market in Gors Velen, so he packs up the cart full of soap, honey, cheese, and milk and starts the trip. He stops by Triss’s shop, thinking that seeing his friend will soothe his nerves, but she’s away on business. Throughout the market, his thoughts are elsewhere. He’s sure customers can tell, because his sales are low that day. He can’t bring himself to be overly worried about it.

He’s leading his donkey with the half-full cart up the drive when he sees the smoke curling from the chimney of their farmhouse. His heart rate speeds up and he hurries to put the donkey in the stables, his knees going weak with relief when he sees Pegasus stabled next to Scorpion. He rushes into the farmhouse, flinging the door open to find Jaskier sitting in front of the fire, his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth as he mends a tear in his armor.

“How was the market, my—” Jaskier’s question is cut off when Eskel closes the space between them, throwing his arms around his partner.

“I was worried,” he mumbles into Jaskier’s hair. “You were gone for three days.”

Jaskier presses a kiss to Eskel’s wrist. “I’m sorry, I should have called you on the xenovox. Contract turned out to be nastier than I expected. There was a spirit in a tree and a fiend and some old crones who may have been minor deities or demons of some kind, and I ended up having to call Geralt and Ciri—”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Jaskier stands to press his forehead against Eskel’s, closing his eyes. Eskel knows that the witcher is listening to his heartbeat. “Everything is fine and I’m back.”

“The children?”

“Also fine.”

Eskel lets out a long, relieved breath. “I’m glad you’re home.”

“Of course. I’m always going to come back to you, my love.”

“Come back faster next time.”

Jaskier laughs and cups Eskel’s face in his hands, thumb brushing over his scarred cheek. “You know I can never stay away for long.”

“I know.”

They stand with their foreheads pressed together for a long time, silently finding peace in each other’s company, until the fire has burned low in the hearth.

[kiyoors]

Jess, you know me too well 😭

I need to know: who you are throwing hands with but then making out with them 5 minutes later?

i saw it and immediately thought of you and reign 😌♥️

aksjhdjd and as for me, i would consider myself a patient, peaceful person but when it comes to kuroo he’s for sure going to be getting the silent treatment at least once a week <3

plss i just know kuroo would try to make some joke at the absolute WORST time and i’d give him the death glare ™ and that’s when he knows he fucked up. that teasing smirk?? takes a complete 180, this man is now paler than casper the ghost.

fast forward to later that night after a very quiet, very lovely i’m-sorry-i-fucked-up-dinner cooked by him, when we’re both washing and drying the dishes,, he’ll just quietly put the dish he’s rinsing down and hug me from behind and softly apologize n kiss my nape even tho he has to bend down a whole 12 inches to do it :’) and that, kiki, is when i cave

(bUT THEN BC HES A MENACE, HE SLIDES HIS MF WET, COLD, HANDS UNDER MY SHIRT AND THATS HOW HE ENDS UP IN THE COUCH THAT NIGHT <3)