#thank u in advance ily ily

[lilyrizzy]

88!

baby, baby

cw: age play

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Water sloshes, splashing onto the cuffs of Daniel’s jumper even where he has the arms pushed up high past his elbows. Michael is going to kill him for what he’s doing to his knees, crouched by the bath, but it’s whatever.

It’s nice.

“Okay ba- Maxy,” he corrects, because it always feels too on the nose to call him “baby,” when he's soft like this. Not fucking sinister or anything, just- He doesn’t know if Max would like that, if maybe when they’re done playing, he would ask Daniel not to. That he’d tell Daniel it was weird. “Tilt your head back and shut your eyes. Tightly, so I don’t-“

So I don’t get water in them.

So I don’t hurt you.

He’s got to get Max’s hair wet somehow,  if he wants to wash it.

Max doesn’t look happy about the suggestion, looking up from where he’s been playing with his ducks.

Daniel brought them for him a few weeks ago. He’d been thinking about the smile that had been on Max’s face, so soft it was almost a secret, when he’d turned up at Daniel’s drivers room in Monaco. Clutched tightly in his two hands, like somebody might try to yank it from them, was a rubber duck, a metal ring protruding from its back.

“He is very cute, yes? Maybe they will let me keep this little guy,” he’d said, hopeful, but guarded. Like he thought Daniel might tell him he wasn’t allowed.

“We can smuggle him home, Maxy,” Daniel had promised, leaning in to kiss him.

Except that later, when Daniel had asked where the duck was, Max’s face fell further as he looked up from where he had been angrily eyeing his third place trophy, to instead just look- Upset.

“He is gone,” he said in a very small voice. “Of course, they tidied him away when they came to clean my room. I hope, at least, that they will put him back on the swimming pool with his friends.”

It was so Max, to worry about the loneliness of a plastic toy, yet to shrug and say in a flat monotone, ‘it was okay,’ whenever Daniel asked him if he had missed his mum growing up. Naturally, clumsily, and like always, Daniel tried to soothe that lifetime of separation with something stupid.

He brought Max a whole family of ducks.

He’d thought, maybe one, but then he remembered the way Max had said ‘with his friends,’ like the idea of a plastic rubber duck being on its own really hurt him, and had picked up a set. Two big ducks, two little ducks.

“Like mum, dad and babies,” Max had said, a unique mixture of shy and excited that comes when he’s- He’s like this. He’d run his fingertips over the smooth, almost fluorescent orange rubber of one of the beaks and whispered an even softer, “thank you, Daniel.”

Then he’d taken them to the bathroom and set them neatly and carefully on edge of the bath while Daniel watched, leaning against the door frame.

In the bath, they always race. The two baby ducks side by side, while mum and dad watch, sat on the rim of the tub. The grandstands, Daniel had jokingly called it the first time, crouched beside the bath just like now, and Max had looked delighted and suddenly it didn’t feel like something Daniel should joke about anymore.

He was still learning, but watching the way Max made sure each baby duck got a kiss from both mum and dad, no matter who won, made him feel like this at least was something he got right.

[puppetstringed]

tell me your fav movies with body horror?

[movedto-clifflix]

OK ITS DONE !!

[woozi]

hello caratblr <33 would you know which networks, update blogs, and tags are still active?

[ghost-proofbaby]

“If I can get them depressed, then I’ll have done my job”

WELL CONSIDER THIS A JOB WELL DONE.

I’m depressed even THINKING ab what you have in store for hour 22🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲

I know it’ll be amazing and I’ll keep loving you even if my heart is in a million pieces in a sewer…. I may just have to consult with my therapist about it is all💀

my therapist might also need to hear about it.

“so, how’d you do this week?”

“well, i took your advice and decided to take back my power through writing devastating angst that made people on the internet cry-“

“excuse me?”

“oh yeah i made a bunch of lovely people cry :D made myself cry too but :D”

“okay that is NOT what we discussed-“

[hawkinsp0st]

can someone tell me if finn’s panel is today or tomorrow i keep seeing conflicting posts 😭

[ofgravitation-moved]

🌟

[f1fnatic]

THE ROOKIES ⤿ o. piastri 81

→ ( in which. . . ) you are a rookie and play for the us women's national soccer team. during the world cup after your team gets knocked out, you run into a certain australian f1 driver who is supporting the host team.

→ ( fanfic genre. . . ) written/irl, smau

→ ( face claim. . . ) naomi girma + pictures from pinterest/instagram

→ ( pairing. . . ) oscar piastri x uswnt!reader

→ ( content warnings/disclaimers. . . ) cursing, might be a multi-part series, not sure yet :) also fully aware that the 2023 f1 season was actively happening at the same time as the women's world cup, but for the sake of this fic, let's believe that oscar had to allow mclaren's reserve drive (for unspecified reasons).

→ ( author's note. . . ) i enjoyed making this fic SM. it was interesting to mess with a written and smau, i hope it flows well and isn't super confusing. hope you enjoy! see end for more

→ ( masterlist )

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y/n_l/n

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y/n_l/n number 4 checking in ✅

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uswnt ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 liked by y/n_l/n

trinity_rodman LFGGGG

y/n_l/n 🙌🏿‼️

user18 greatest defender EVER

user56 SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK ‼️‼️

sophsssmith incoming women's world cup champ

y/n_l/n loading...🔃

user6 no cause why is she sooo pretty

user17 #GOAT 🐐

alexmorgan13 YEAHHHH Y/NNNN liked by y/n_l/n

user33 oh she ate..

user22 4 + 4

yourmom So proud of you, honey ❤️

y/n_l/n thank you mama 🥹💞

mrapinoe Get it rookie! liked by y/n_l/n

lavellerose ⚽🌟 liked by y/n_l/n

yourbsf the best to ever do it 💖

y/n_l/n stop it ily

user20 fresh kits 😮‍💨 liked by y/n_l/n

user81 she knows she's good

uswnt

📍auckland, new zealand

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uswnt Defender Y/N L/N, and the rest of the USWNT, arriving to New Zealand in style 🔥🔥

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usmt Good luck ladies! liked by uswnt

user66 god dayum

user19 barking

y/n_l/n team stylist >> liked by uswnt

savdemelo Yeah we rocked it 🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️

user67 god y/n 😍

malpugh what a cutie pie y/n_l/n

y/n_l/n oh stop it mal 🤭

sophsssmith ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

user9 she is so breathtaking

mrapinoe 🔥 liked by uswnt and y/n_l/n

cmpulisic Sheeshhh liked by uswnt

user22 they suck bro

user5 k just say u are an incel

user91 what a loser

lavellerose Pulling up in style liked by uswnt

user39 crying she is so prettyyy

user21 it is so unfair

user51 she can rock literally ANYTHING

uswnt

📍melbourne, victoria, autralia

liked by y/n_l/n, alexmorgan13, mrapinoe, usmt, and 710,893 others

uswnt Thank you for your support. Till next time.

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y/n_l/n so proud of this team 💟 liked by uswnt

mrapinoe Couldn't have asked for a better final season. liked by uswnt

alexmorgan13 ⚽💌 liked by uswnt

sophsssmith thank you 💖 liked by uswnt

lavellerose Wouldn't do it with anyone else liked by uswnt

malpugh ❤️❤️ liked by uswnt

alyssanaeher What a run liked by uswnt

trinity_rodman love you all, can't wait till next year liked by uswnt

savdemelo ❣️ liked by uswnt

usmt Amazing job, ladies. liked by uswnt

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─ 19 august, 2023 ↴

your team had just lost to sweden in penalty kicks. the amount of overwhelming pride you had felt was unmeasurable. nothing could describe how you felt for your team making it into the quarter finals. yes, you were sad that you couldn't advance further, but none the less, you were grateful for the chance to play at the highest level.

so, there you were, sitting in the stands of the bronze medal game. the match was intense. the matildas were putting up a great fight against sweden for third place. so far, sweden was up 1-0. you wanted the matildas to beat the yellow and blue-clad team since they were the ones that knocked you and your team out.

a few minutes passed before halftime arrived. you decided that it would be a good idea to go get a snack, and maybe some coffee. standing up, you swing your bag across your body and walk to the nearest concession stand. after getting your things, a coffee and some pretzel bites, you turn to head back to your seat. only, instead of being met with open space, your body collides with another, effectively spilling your coffee and dropping your pretzels on the stadium floor. the coffee slightly burns your skin as it seeps into your (new) white blouse. an annoyed sigh escapes from your lips before a voice speaks up.

"shit, oh my god- i am so sorry. are you okay?" it asks. you pick your head up, tearing your eyes away from the giant brown stain painted on your shirt. chocolate colored eyes lock onto yours. a breath hitches in your throat. the man in front of you was gorgeous. he was smiling nervously, hands reaching to gesture to your shirt. "can i get you some napkins?"

there is an awkward pause before you answer. "oh, um, yeah sure, that would be great." you smile. he leaves you for a second before returning and handing you a bundle of napkins. you gently blotch the damp stain.

"i really am sorry. i didn't see you. i should've been paying attention to where i was going." the man says, awkwardly giggling at the end of his sentence.

"it's okay, truly. i can always get another drink, can't say the same for my shirt though." you end. you finish with drying your shirt - albeit, the best you could, before you see that the man in front of you is wearing a matildas jersey. "what a game, huh?"

"oh, yeah. the girls are doing a wonderful job but sweden is just doing better," he answers. "who are you rooting for?"

"the matildas. it would be against my better judgement to root for sweden." you say. you watch his face for a second until recognition washes over his features.

"oh my god, you play for the us! you are amazing! i can't believe this is only your rookie season, i thought you had been playing for years when i saw your first game." you can't help but blush at his compliment. a smile molds onto your lips.

"thank you, that means a lot. i appreciate it," you giggle, "i never caught your name, you mind telling me?"

"oscar." he responds. he sticks out a hand in front of you. you grab it and shake. another smile displays on his features. it reminded you of a quokka, in fact, he reminded you of a quokka.

"well, oscah," you say, teasing him for his annunciation, "you don't happen to be busy do you?"

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y/n_l/n

📍women's world cup

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y/n_l/n thank you all.

thank you to the national team for entrusting me with the opportunity to play in the women's world cup. if you were to tell 4 year old me that when she was 20, she'd be playing in the world cup, she would be absolutely ECSTATIC.

i would also like to thank my mom and dad for pushing me to play my best no matter what and to be a goldfish. aka, forget the bad things and remember the good.

also, thank you to the fans. seeing little girls holding signs with my name and number gives me reason to keep going. ladies, you can do anything you set your mind to. don't let anyone say you can't.

lastly, i would like to thank oscar for making me spill my coffee on myself. and for being a pretty alright tour guide. (jk, you were really great)

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user17 you showed up and showed out!

yourbsf YEAHHHHH Y/NNNN

y/n_l/n love you ❤️‍🔥

user46 can't believe she is only a rookie

user70 IKR. like... she is literally on par with a lot of the senior players

oscarpiastri i still feel really bad about the coffee...

y/n_l/n osc, please, it's okay

user91 A NICKNAME BASIS ALReADY??

user66 osc? OSC?!

yourmom So insanely proud of you sweetheart. Can't wait for the future ❤️

y/n_l/n i love you so much ma 🥹

user54 RAHHHHH USA USA 🦅🦅🦅🦅 liked by y/n_l/n

uswnt ROTY liked by y/n_l/n

user55 kay who is oscar piastri and why is he such a cutie pie

savdemelo perry misses his aunt

y/n_l/n and duck misses hers!

sophsssmith blessed to be your teammate 💓 liked by y/n_l/n

user19 WHO IS HEEEeeEEe

user28 oscar piastri is an australian-rookie f1 driver! he races for the team mclaren :)

oscarpiastri i can buy you a new shirt!!!

y/n_l/n OSCAR. JACK. PIASTRI.

mrapinoe The next gen 😌 liked by y/n_l/n

user32 HOLD ON MAYBE THAT ONE TWITTER USER WAS ON TO SOMETHING

user10 but they were talking about someone on the matildas not uswnt 🤐🤐

trinity_rodman 🌟🌟 liked by y/n_l/n

lavellerose Honored to be your teammate y/n! liked by y/n_l/n

alexmorgan13 Couldn't have gotten how far we did without you ❣️

y/n_l/n stop it alex i'm gonna cry ❤️‍🩹

user66 MY TWO WORLDS ARE COLLIDING I AM NOT OKAY

user29 oh he's cute

oscarpiastri

📍womens world cup

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oscarpiastri the best way to meet someone is to bump into them and make them spill their fresh (very hot) coffee on their shirt

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user67 honestly such a romantic way to meet someone

user21 oscar cannot catch a break from americans

user49 its like he's drawn to them..

user18 hope u had a nice break! liked by oscarpiastri

logansargeant woohoo another american!

y/n_l/n 🦅🦅🦅

oscarpiastri remind me to never introduce you two.

logansargeant 😞

user22 she's so oretty omggggg liked by oscarpiastri

user22 NO WAY OSCAR LIKED.

y/n_l/n that person must have been feeling nice!

oscarpiastri yeah they were

landonorris oscar has a cruUussShHhh

oscarpiastri shut up lando

user7 who is she?

user31 y/n l/n is an american soccer player!

user7 might have to start watchinf soccer now yeesshhh

y/n_l/n you were a pretty okay tour guide

oscarpiastri take that back.

y/n_l/n mmm no

oscarpiastri duck says hi

y/n_l/n YOU DID NOT.

mclaren Why are there two koalas in the fourth picture?

user39 HAHA I LOVE YOU ADMIN

logansargeant who's that cutie pie in slide 5? liked by oscarpiastri

user81 the rookies

user4 i can already tell they are going to date

user21 brutha they just met 🙏🏻

user93 people when boy-girl friendships

landonorris is that why your tongue was purple?

oscarpiastri dude 😀

user51 WHAT?

user64 he is SUCH a gossip girl

user15 i am SO totally normal ab this

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first oscar fic in the books. i loved writing this one. while doing so, i called myself single in so many different ways. i plan on making a part 2, maybe a part 3 (not sure) so stay tuned! also, if you would like to be on the taglist, comment!!! requests and feedback are welcome! make sure to leave a comment and kudos as well (only if you want :P)

[sanjisprincesswifey]

helloo~ first of all congratulations on your milestones! your fics are amazing and you deserve all the love on your works🥺 as for the event, may i request for song 1 with eustass kid with an afab reader? nsfw or sfw are both fine with me! tysm in advance 💖💕

pretty in pleasure (or realizing you're falling in love ft. eustass kid)

notes: kid is bad with emotions but oh so good in bed. nsfw!!! mdni!!! p in v sex & riding with an afab!reader! around 500+ words i think ?? thank u sm for participating, ily 4 requesting eustass i luuuuuv him

despite being such a large, strong man, it felt as if kid has always been so gentle with you.

his thick, calloused fingers grip around your hip, your skin bending into his touch. a mewl falls from your lips as he guides you up and down as you bounce around his cock.

a string of curses leaves his own, but he can only focus on how fucked out you look instead of watching himself disappear inside of you as he typically did.

as a dragged-out groan escapes him, he’s not watching your tits bounce with the movement of your body, but how your face contorts with a pleased expression. or how your beautiful, lust-filled eyes stare down at him, which he would never verbally admit that it only drives him further to his release at an exponentially high rate.

a light yelp leaves you as kid effortlessly lifts you off of him in a swift motion, his dick curving as his cum spills onto his own abdomen.

a strangled gasp leaves you once more before you stand up and grab him a towel, giggling as you clean up his mess.

“did you finish?” his nonchalant tone protects the sheepishness he feels he needs to mask.

ensuring your satisfaction guaranteed him more nights with you, so he was eager to know the answer.

you nod with a cheeky smile, “yeah, like three times. was just waiting on you.” you reach for his goggles, pulling them off his head as you ruffle through his hair and wipe the sweat from his forehead.

your gentle touch was so unfamiliar to him that he rejected it at the beginning of your late-night visits, muttering for you to get out and get some sleep instead. but as the days turned into weeks, kid had succumbed to your soft touch, and grown accustomed to you occupying not just his bed, but his thoughts too.

all of which he could never admit to you, deeming himself far too coarse and animalistic for such vulnerable emotions.

somehow though, he had granted himself to reward of imagining you sticking to his side not just in the dead of night when his fist was not enough to get him off, but in his day-to-day activities.

“here,” he murmurs, opening up the blanket for you to climb inside once you have finished cleaning up.

“thank you,” you sigh, a content smile adorning your face as you cuddle up next to him. your arm is not long enough to wrap around his wide torso but rests just above his heart, the soft beating reverberating through your palm.

the exhaustion pools through your body as your eyes lazily shut in the comfort of his arm. kid this opportunity to stare down at you, his gaze memorizing each of your features until his stained, bruised lips rest in a small smile.

“your heart is beating so fast,” you chuckle, glancing up at him.

he grunts, spitting out something about how he was thinking about your session that ended mere minutes ago. you accept the answer, still finding pride in your efforts as you shut your eyes once again.

kid manages to capture a couple more peeks before he’s relaxed enough to doze off too, hoping one day he’d be man enough to tell you how he feels. 

celebrate my 3,000 followers event with me!

this post was inspired by it's complicated written by @bby-deerling , so if you like this go read hers too!

[bruisedboys]

Hi, first congratulations on 3k!! You deserve every one of them and more!:))

second may I request THE DARK NIGHT with “I won’t deny I’ve got in my mind now, all the things I would do. So I try to talk refined for fear that you find out, how I’m imagining you” (from ‘talk’ by hozier) and either Peter or James whoever you feel fits the best:)

Thank you very much in advance and no pressure at all ily<3

thank you angel!!! this was such a good request I loved writing it sm. the correlation with the lyric prompt is a bit vague but I hope u can see it!! I tried lolzies

fem!reader 0.5k words

James lays with his head in your lap and tries not to think about how pathetic he looks. He supposes he looks pretty lame right now. Half asleep in the lap of a girl who’s not even his girlfriend. His drink cradled in your hand because you’d taken it off him when he’d said he was feeling sick.

He doesn’t care as much as he should. He’d look pathetic in front of his friends a thousand times over if it meant he got to have his head in your lap, and your hand pressing into his back between his shoulder blades. It’s like being in heaven.

“James.”

Your voice brings James out of his drunken daze. He twists so he can look up at you. You’re already leaning over him. Your chest is directly in his line of vision. He thinks how he’d love to be in this position under different circumstances and then immediately regrets thinking it. He looks away from your chest very quickly and almost says sorry out loud.

Instead he says, “Huh?”

You giggle. It’s so pretty it makes James feel sick. Or maybe that was the beer. Or the fact that he’s head over heels for you. Either way, your laugh rings in his head even when you’ve stopped laughing.

“I was just gonna ask if you’re okay,” you say. Even though you’ve asked the same thing about ten times in the past twenty minutes. “You don’t want to go home, do you? Go to bed?”

Sirius, who’s twice as drunk as James but twice as good at hiding it, laughs loudly from across you. “I don’t think he wants to go to his bed, darling.”

Heat licks up James’s neck and sets his cheeks on fire. You can probably feel the heat through your jeans, where James has got his cheek pressed to your thigh.

“Sirius,” James groans, mostly because Sirius is kind of right and James hates that he’s right. And also because his friend is a douchebag.

“What?” Sirius laughs like he’s done nothing wrong. Typical.

“Leave him alone, Sirius,” you say, glaring.

Your hand moves up James’s back until you reach his neck, and your fingers push up into his curls. James’ stomach swoops. Worse when you lean over him and press your lips to his forehead in what he thinks is a pity kiss. He smells all your smells, your perfume and the drink you’ve had and your cherry lipgloss. Your face hovers over James for a moment and his mind goes to places he wishes it wouldn’t.

When you pull back James sits up fast. It makes him dizzy, if he wasn’t already dizzy enough. Your hand drops from his hair and you frown.

“James?” You ask softly. You touch your hand to his knee. “You okay?”

You look at him so intensely James wonders if you can read his mind. If you can see all the thoughts he thinks about you. He hopes you can’t. It scares him to death, what you’d say if you knew.

“I’m— I’m fine,” he manages, glad that Sirius is distracted now so he doesn’t hear James stuttering. “Feeling much better, actually.” A total lie, but he’s ready to do anything to escape that gaze of yours. “Thanks for, um. Looking after me.”

You smile at him like he’s the only person in the room. James feels like he’s been kicked in the stomach, worse when you squeeze his thigh with your lovely soft hand.

“Any time, Jamie.”

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[disneyprincemuke]

flips hair i remember u were doin this. 3k celebration lets gaur

we shared our youth together, heard now you’re doing better

with max. fuckin. verstappen.

THANKBYOU LOVE YA GOOBYEAA

flips hair thank you and i'm sorry this took me like a week and a half to write LOLSIE anyway thanks for this tine ily as always <3

“oh, is that—” “yes,” victoria says firmly, coming up to block max’s view of you. it’s luka’s birthday party and given that you were her friend before max decided to hit on you and ask you to be his girlfriend years ago, of course, you’re invited for her firstborn’s birthday. it’s totally coincidental; victoria hadn’t expected max to take a couple of days off from the factory to come in for luka’s birthday party that’s thrown in advance. simply because they were going to have a family vacation with his own little family for a celebration next week. “oh.” max takes a deep breath, craning his neck to the side to catch a glimpse of you. you’re at the buffet line, engaged in conversation with another man that he’s never seen before. he looks at victoria with furrowed eyebrows with his finger pointed over at your figure. “should i go say hi?” victoria throws her head back in disbelief. “no! why would you even do that?” max raises an eyebrow and drops his hand. “why shouldn’t i? there’s no bad blood… right?” “no,” victoria says softly. but she can see the determination in max’s expression as he watches you. she moves and blocks his vision again. “no! max, don’t even think about approaching her! you left her a mess when you broke up with her!” max sighs, shaking his head. “it was a mutual breakup.” “it wasn’t,” she hums with a small scowl. “it was a mutual breakup because she chose not to fight for you. you wanted out of your relationship to focus on your career and she gave you that, max. leave her alone.” he lets his gaze linger over to you. he didn’t know that you weren’t on the same page as he was about the breakup. he just simply needed time for himself. by the time he was ready, he saw that you were doing fine — if not better — without him. he didn’t want to ruin that. “she’s doing fine without you. don’t go back into her life and ruin it,” victoria huffs with an eye roll. by the buffet line where you are, you lean into your friend’s body and glance over your shoulder. you see victoria has blocked max’s vision from you. “talk to me. keep talking to me,” you whisper, leaning forward slightly to look at the food prepared on the table. “what?” your friend turns around to face you with confusion. “we weren’t even talking.” “i know, but just act like you are,” you whimper, stiffening up your body. your heart starts pounding in your chest and your mind starts going slightly fuzzy. you haven’t seen max in forever — you’ve avoided everything related to racing since your nasty breakup just before he won his first championship. “my ex–” “oh, the max verstappen?” he turns around, glancing over at where victoria is. “i wanna say hi! i’m a really big fan!” “don’t look!” you shriek, rolling your eyes. “we have to eat out in the backyard now, mate. i’m not staying another moment in this room with him there.” memories of your intense relationship flash before your eyes. your first date out in monaco, the imported box of macarons from paris specifically for you when you were craving them and the trinkets from every city he goes to. you remember your first kiss in the comfort of his car and running from the car to the lobby of your apartment building in the rain. to the moment of your breakup — the days that he started to distance himself from you. the frequent texts and calls soon turned into special occasions that would have you waiting by the phone for something that would rarely come. it was humiliating. your friend hisses, an apologetic smile flashing at you. “nasty breakup?” “very.” “do you still love him?” “no. we need to stay outside before i start a physical fight with someone who i know can and will fight back if i throw a punch.” “oh okay.”

[milksnake-tea]

heyy bbg its me, your 🌺 again hihi

I was wondering if you would be interested in writing about the ask prompts 2, 6 and 10 for Yaoshi? 🥹 I'm honestly still a simp for them and Honkai is releasing way too less stuff about them I could scream 😭

During the next survey im gonna beg them to let us be kissed by them again for real. By the way, thank you so much in advance, you know I always eat up your aeon content it's so nice.

(If I misunderstood the prompts and you won't do it please ignore this ask and spare me the cringe I would potentially feel HAHA)

- 🌺

POINTS. I GOTCHU BBG I NEED TO GET BACK INTO MY AEON LOVER PHASE ALSO UR FINE BBG U DID IT RIGHT ILY

2. What do you think their love language is?

Definitely acts of service or gifts. As much as I love my physically affectionate Yaoshi, I see them as someone to just shower you in gifts and love. And let me tell you - those gifts have range. You could get either the most beautiful bouquet (or garden/planet because let's be real, Yaoshi wouldn't settle for just a bouquet) made up of the finest specimen from across the universe, or you could open your door to the freakiest chimera that looks like it was one of God's deleted drafts. With acts of service, Yaoshi doesn't want you to be sad !!! No negative feelings are allowed, only happiness and joy for their loved one <33 So they'll take care of anything that bothers you to make sure that your eternal life is nothing short of paradise.

6. What do you think Yaoshi is like in love?

They're actually insufferable BYE I just know they're musing about every little detail about you to anyone who would listen. Their Emanators and Denizens have never seen you, and yet they know everything about you. Basically, they turn into a less loud, yet somehow even more poetic version of Argenti. You'd slowly notice the effects of their blessings around you as you go on with your life: Flowers and vegetation bloom wherever you go, your injuries heal so fast that you could've convinced yourself they didn't exist, and sickness no longer finds you. Gradually, your world turns into a paradise, and when you inevitably meet the Aeon responsible for it all, they welcome you with open arms.

10. How good at cuddling is Yaoshi?

THEY'RE BOTH SO GOOD AND SO BAD AT IT AT THE SAME TIME ITS LOWKEY IMPRESSIVE. Yaoshi has wayyy too many arms for their own good, but that just means they have all the more to hug you with !! The only problem is that. Well. Those arms have nails. And said nails are sharped to an unreasonable degree, and sometimes Yaoshi forgets about them and they'll accidentally scratch you when they're trying to pet you. But they're warm and make quite the pillow if you just ignore that part, and they'll hum you a little song while they hold you <33 or just talk to you about the mortals that've caught their eye, or what their followers have gotten up to. Yaoshi has a beautiful voice, by the way, gentle yet rich and leaning on the deeper side, and just listening to them is enough to lull you to sleep.

2k follower event if you want to participate !!!

[changbinsboiledegg]

Hii

Hope u are okay :D

Can I request some reaction with skz when gf!reader can not dance and they maybe try to teach her(for example valse) but she is unteachable?

I just see it as some fluffy moment from their life idk idk idk

Heyoooo :) I’m okay! I hope you are okay too 🫶 Thank you for your request. I love fluffy, therefore I will gladly do fluffy.

GN! Reader X SKZ

(I know you said GF! Reader, but I didn’t use pronouns for the reader in this one, so I figured I’d tag it as gender neutral.)

Warning: Your dancing skills, petname usage.

Note: something fluffy today hehe, slowly but surely working through my requests. I hope you enjoy and as always, if no one told you today, ily. 🫶

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Chan

When you asked Chan to teach you how to dance, he was not prepared for the horrors he was about to witness.

“Ah! Sorry!” You raised your foot and apologized, thinking you stepped on his foot.

Chan looked you up and down, stopping when you did.

A big grin overtook his face, “Aw, my flamingo. Why are you sorry?”

You quickly put your foot down, realizing you didn’t step on his foot— or anyone’s foot for that matter.

Chan shook his head, holding in a laugh. “You’re so cute.”

Lee Know

Minho offered to teach you how to dance after being subjected to your dancing at a party— you being completely sober.

He was relieved when you said yes to his offer.

“Follow my steps, we’re starting from step five to eight and then you can show me from step one.” Minho was patient with you, knowing not everyone can learn to dance overnight.

You followed his steps, getting into the groove and feeling like you were doing alright with it.

That was until he had you start from the beginning all the way up to the point where you stopped.

All he could do was stare, trying not to smile or laugh or do anything that could hurt your feelings.

Changbin

Changbin is open to teaching you how to dance. He started simple too, knowing it would be unfair to you to immediately jump into something advanced.

“Take it from the top!” Changbin was probably having way too much fun with this. You and Changbin both danced together, following the steps he taught you.

“Am I doing it right?” You asked, mid-dance. Changbin was hyped up, “nope!”

It didn’t matter to him how bad you were, though. He was having fun, you were having fun, and that was all he cared about.

“Take it from the top?” You groaned, still dancing messily. Changbin clapped his habds together and restarted the song— for the thirtieth time.

Hyunjin

He tried. He tried so hard. He was patient, repeated steps hundreds of times for you, even helped you with placement.

And even though Hyunjin loved you and would do anything for you, he had to accept that you just can’t and will most likely never know how to dance.

And that included the simplest of dances.

“I’m going to outdance you one day.” You teased, going through the steps he taught you. But unbeknownst to you, those were far from the steps he taught you.

Hyunjin watched you, amused beyond comprehension.

“Oh yeah. For sure.”

Han

It was supposed to be more romantic, letting your boyfriend teach you how to dance.

You moved your feet where Jisung told you to, you moved your arms, head, and even your torso when the dance called for it.

But as Jisung stood back to watch your progress, he seemed full of surprise. Not the kind you’d expect.

“Really?” Jisung paused the music. You stumbled to a stop.

“Really what?”

“Where did you get that move from?” Jisung then copied— or attempted to copy the train wreck that was your dancing.

You burst out into laughter, embarrassment evident on your face, which in turn made Jisung laugh with you.

Felix

Felix was teaching you to dance out of spontaneity and just when you thought you had the moves down, you hear him stifling back a laugh.

“I love you but what was that?” Felix had his fist to his mouth, trying to hide his smile.

“What do you mean? I nailed it.” You crossed your arms with a playful glare. Felix held his hands up, still trying not to laugh.

“Alright, darling. Whatever you say.” Felix got in position again, seeing that you had too.

“Whatever you say,” you mimicked, eyeing Felix’ reflection in the mirror. “I’m not that bad.”

Felix grinned, pausing for a second. “Mhm.”

Seungmin

You were on fire. It was a dumpster fire, but a fire nonetheless.

Seungmin couldn’t do much but watch you dance in the mirror, following your steps as he danced with you.

“This us fun! We should do this again.” You were happy despite the constant dumbfounded look on Seungmin’s face as he watched you do any move that wasn’t the ones he taught you.

“Yeah…” he quickly cleared his throat, feigning enthusiasm. “Yes! Of course. You… have a lot to learn.”

You abruptly stopped, “ouch.”

“Come on, I didn’t mean it like that.” Seungmin awkwardly laughed.

But he did mean it like that.

I.N

He agreed to teach you just to spend time with you but little did he know what he was getting himself into.

“Like this?” You moved your waist with your feet, glancing at him for approval. Jeongin shook his head slowly.

“No.”

You groaned, pouting. He’s said no for the past hour and you wondered if he would ever say yes.

“Let me try again! I got it this time.” You started to run through the steps again, making a wrong step and crashing to the floor.

Jeongin instinctively reached forward, but was too late. This was when he started to laugh. All of the bafflement he felt caved in on him and he too fell to the floor, laughing uncontrollably.

Which, in turn, made you start laughing uncontrollably.

[loveephia]

*immediately bolted here as soon as i saw my favourite hq writer open these prompts again >:D*

"i cant get over how a few months ago i wanted to learn your name and now youre having breakfast with me in my sweater" + goshiki 🥹🥹🥹 (stay safe and stay hydrated phia love u <333)

#8'S LOVE STORY | goshiki tsutomu

prompt: "i can't get over how a few months ago, i wanted to learn your name, and now you're having breakfast with me in my sweater."

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, goshiki gushing over you and perhaps getting distracted during practice while thinking about you, you're his upperclassmen (second year), tendō is a wingman and brownie enthusiast, you like baking, quite long.

⚠ warning/s: none.

note: gosh this was so fun to write that it became a one-shot instead of a drabble. i've never gotten a goshiki request so this was a good challenge for me. i really hope that i got him and the rest of shiratorizawa's personalities right! TYSM AND ILY HIKARIII ENJOY READING GIRL!!! :D

"her name.. what's her name?!" goshiki tsutomu mentally groaned with furrowed brows, peeking out from his classroom door to look at you, his beautiful upperclassmen. you were a responsible girl who did everything at your own pace, hence the clipboard in your hands to check your schedule for the day. if the student council of shiratorizawa accepted second years, you definitely would've at least been the secretary.

goshiki heard your name once from a few of your friends, but he.. just can't remember!

so here he is, irritatedly sipping on his juice box while staring you down. although not on purpose, of course.

"what's up, goshiki! what are we lookin' at?" tendō appears out of nowhere, accidentally spooking the poor wing spiker. goshiki turns his head to look over his shoulder, "huh?! tendō, what are you doing here?! aren't the third year's classrooms all the way on the third floor?"

"what a smart little cookie you are!" tendō ruffled goshiki's hair. "well, y'know how shiratorizawa's annual bake sale is coming up? i'm trying to find y/n because i heard that she's handling the preparations this year. i wanna see if i can get some of her famous two-bite brownies in advance before they sell out again!" tendō hisses at the bitter memory.

tendō can still recall the stinging feeling of how he wasn't able to purchase last year's batch because a volleyball game overlapped on the same day as the sale, so by the time the team got back to shiratorizawa, all of the brownies were gone.

and, hold on..

"y/n!" goshiki rejoices as he was finally able to recollect your name, all thanks to tendō. "yes?" you ask, looking at goshiki with a confused look.

goshiki turns red. "n- nothing!" i forgot that she was in the same hallway!

something in tendō sparks, and he suddenly has the urge to help his underclassmen's love life. he can bring up the brownie topic with you later..

"hey, n/n! what do you think of our up-and-coming ace here? ain't he a real firecracker?" tendō suddenly compliments goshiki, even wrapping his long arm around the young boy's shoulder. goshiki widens his eyes, already wanting to hear more. "hm? oh, i haven't seen him play yet," and just like that, goshiki's ego has been cracked and bruised.

"but i'd love to be invited to the next game if that's okay with you, goshiki." you smile a pearly one at him, and goshiki's mood is turned right back around. "yes! please come, y/n! i won't disappoint you!" he exclaims.

you giggled it off and soon excuse yourself from the two.

"what a cute boy!" you thought with a faint blush on your cheeks.

goshiki looks at tendō, utterly speechless to the core, while the middle blocker only dusts his hands off as if he's just finished some heavy labor. "what can i say! i may not be the first to get married from our team, but i can be a good matchmaker!"

goshiki has never had more respect for tendō than he has right now.

time skip.

"oi! stop standing around like that, number eight! you look like a lost kid at the mall!" coach washijo scolded goshiki, who flinched. i was spacing out again! "s- sorry, coach!"

reon comes up to tendō and shirabu, "what's up with him?" he asks. shirabu sighs, "i don't know. but if he continues to do this, then he'll just drag the whole team down."

"oh, poor little shirabu! i can tell you what's going on in goshiki's head," tendō says, "our future ace has a crush on the sweet and classy y/n!"

"that doesn't matter. can't he just leave his personal feelings out of practice? prelims are around the corner, after all." shirabu stated factually. "it's not like you're capable enough to have crushes anyway, so the least you could do is cut goshiki some slack." semi poked fun at shirabu, as the older setter just so happened to overhear the conversation from a few feet away.

"what did you say?" a visible vein forms on shirabu's forehead.

tendō turns to reon while shirabu and semi bicker, "anyway, the kid is all worried about the upcoming game because y/n is coming to see him play for the first time." tendō whispers. "you think he'll be alright?"

reon looks at goshiki, who's physically trembling. there's even a gloomy aura around him practically screaming, "don't screw this up, don't screw this up, don't screw this up."

just in good timing, ushijima places his palm on goshiki's shoulder. "rest, goshiki. you need to be in good shape to practice." he states. "yeah, exactly! aren't you gonna be ushiwaka's successor? what'll y/n think when she sees you all shaken up on the court!" tendō exclaims.

ushiwaka's.. successor.. y/n..

goshiki's aura quickly shifts into one of fiery determination, ready to take on anything and everything. "you're right, tendō! i'll do my best!"

"it's really easy to get this kid going, huh.." the team thought simultaneously, sweat dropping in the process.

time skip.

it's the day of the prelims, and shiratorizawa was up against ohgiminami high. they're not a powerhouse that goshiki was familiar of, but then again, they're not be underestimated.

the starting line-ups are on court, and there goshiki was standing, being the only first year. that was something you noticed from the stands.

"he must be really talented to have been able to get that far.. i heard that coach washijo is tough on the volleyball club too." you thought.

the coin is flipped and shiratorizawa ends up serving first. ushijima hits the ball and there we go, a service ace. you're impressed to have seen the ball fly by that fast, but then again, it's ushijima. "if i tried receiving that, my arms would fall right off.."

goshiki sees your amused face from the stands, and he huffs. "wait until you see me score a point, y/n!"

a few rounds later, and the rotation is in goshiki's favor. he's up front. he can do a line shot, a move that he specializes in.

"make it a good one, goshiki!" tendō encourages the boy as shirabu sets the ball cleanly toward goshiki. even though he has two blockers against him, he was still able to make a beautiful line shot that granted shiratorizawa another point.

"what was that?!" you were shocked, to say the least. "tendō wasn't kidding when he said he'd be the up-and-coming ace.." you quietly mutter, referring to goshiki.

you watched the way that goshiki shortly celebrated on the court with each of his teammates giving him some heavy pats on the back. the moment was adorable.

goshiki looked up to see you smiling fondly at him. you send him a wave, and he shoots back a smile full of pride; a smile that says, "look at me, y/n! aren't i amazing?"

and only if you knew what it conveyed, you would've replied with a, "yes, goshiki. very."

time skip.

you yawn, clearly drowsy from the lack of sleep. on the table in front of you, was a nice breakfast whipped up by shiratorizawa's patient cooks; one omurice, a small bowl of grapes, and a cup of milk. but besides what was on the table, was what was across from you; goshiki tsutomu, your boyfriend.

it was a cold morning in japan, for spring had finally started. so here you are, all bundled up in goshiki's volleyball jersey.

he's seen smiling at you, and you tilt your head. "what's on your mind, tomu?"

"nothing, it's just.. i can't really get over how a few months ago, i wanted to learn your name, and now you're having breakfast with me in my jersey." goshiki says, "honestly, if it weren't for tendō, i probably wouldn't even be with you right now."

you perk a brow. goshiki panics, "d- don't tell him i said that though!"

"i wouldn't give tendō all the credit, really," you started, "i actually had already taken an interest in you when you were looking at me in the first year's hallway. it was only a matter of time until i'd have mustered enough courage to talk to you myself." you admitted.

is this what a heart attack feels like, because goshiki can feel his chest swelling in both love and pride.

this was a happy ending not only for the two of you, but for tendō too, since he was able to buy all of the two-bite brownies he needed.

© lowercase intended | loveephia

[certifiednatelover]

seeing stars-C.Sturniolo PART 2!

pt.1

Song i listened to while writing this:

Warnings:NSFW. If you are a minor or are uncomfortable with this topic DNI! Some angst? Fluff at the end! Lots of dialog. use of Y/n(chris is so closed minded but his mind gets opened more n more).

(NSFW IS THE OTHER PARTS)

Any disrespect and bullying towards me or my followers/readers will be BLOCKED!

English isn't my first language so I'm sorry in advance if my spelling+grammer isn't good!

no proofread!

Key:

Y/n: Red

Chris: Orange

Nick: Purple

Matt: Blue

Olivia: Green

Others: Pink

Y/NS VIBE:

Summery: Y/n fall's in love with the schools biggest player, Chris Sturniolo. But what happens when he falls harder?

Chris's POV:

She smile as she says the last part. Fuck, I just broke up with Olivia and I'm already moving on. What's wrong with me? Especially with someone like y/n. She's not normal, she doesn’t look normal. Her hair is red and she had multiple piercings, Why am I so invested by her? 

"Sure, I'll call you tonight. What time works for you?" I asked, noting her smile. Despite just ending things with Olivia, I found myself drawn to Y/n's energy.

"My parents usually go to bed around 10 p.m. How about 10:30?" I suggested.

I felt a flush of embarrassment at the implications of the time I had suggested. Why did I choose a time usually reserved for touching myself?

"Ok. I have a gig at 7pm and it ends at 9. I'll try and call you on time. If i don't answer I'm still at the venue." 

As Y/n mentioned her gig, my curiosity peaked. I hadn’t realized she was a musician. I couldn’t help but wonder about her on stage, lost in the music.

–

10:32pm

As the clock passed our agreed time, doubts crept in. Was she occupied elsewhere? My mind raced, but I breathed a sigh of relief when her name flashed on my screen, signaling her call.

"Hey, Y/n,"

 I greeted with a smile, perhaps a bit too eagerly. As we talked, I found myself immersed in her world, momentarily forgetting my earlier hesitations.

Eventually, she asked a question that caught me off guard, revealing my internal struggle. Despite my attempt to assure her of my sincerity, I stumbled over my words, cursing my uncertainty.

"So, are you talking to me because of a bet or because you want to be friends with me?" she inquired.

"I want to be friends with you Y/n",  I reassured her, though doubts lingered. Yet, despite my reservations, I couldn't deny the pull she had on me, her uniqueness only adding to her charm.

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A/n: Leaving Y'all on a cliff hanger Bc I'm not motivated to write right now. Thanks for blowing up my last post! ily guys<3

Yours truly, R.A.Y.Č.E.K☆🍓𖦹🍒𖦹☆

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[ghost-proofbaby]

GHHOOOOOOOOSSSSTT 😩 that cliffhanger??? my mind is spinning it’s already hour 21 so that means there’s only 22 and then 23 and then 24??? that’s three more parts for eddie and reader to get on the same damn page and smooch happily for ever

I’m gonna go crawl into my delusional little bubble and keep re-reading the insane soft fluff that was the beginning of chapter 20 while we wait patiently to see how this unfolds

YEP!!! we’re down to t-minus 3 hours + epilogue, folks! the epilogue will probably be fairly long (my hope at least!!). i truly hope you all enjoy what we have left of their story because 😭 this has always been the type of ending i planned since i first conceptualized the fic, and before it had any traction, so i’m anticipating very mixed reactions haha. BUT it’s a happy ending in my mind given the circumstances our idiots are in!