#that is me indeed i don't even know how my body manages to live

[sleep-nurse]

https://youtu.be/XsFmx10B298?si=W2u5ROOHchCew0B4 you I fucking guess

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[smutoperator]

I Love Her Smile

Kim Jiwon (Jeewon) x Male Reader

Tags: ass eating, belly bulging, big tits worship, bikini, bouncy boobs, creampie, cup, cute smile, deepthroating, (lots of) facefucking, motorboating, pile driver, queefing, riding, titfucking, spit, vibrator

Word count: 3739

After filming the music video for Cignature's latest comeback, Jeewon seemed tired. Being the milking cow of a small company while carrying such a heavy load can be quite burdensome. But even after such an exausting routine, she managed to always smile.

You met Jeewon after the filming, asking her about how she felt. "I'm good, but a little tired; how about you?" she asked. "I'm fine; better now with you. I love your smile, Jeewon," you replied.

"I wasn't born yesterday; I know what you mean by that," Jeewon said. "Well, you're such a tease I had to notice," you said back. "Indeed, I live off that," she continued.

"Then stand up and show me what you mean by that," you told her. Jeewon understood the assignment, shaking her body left and right and making her beautiful milkers swing. "Perfect, they are so beautiful," you told her. Indeed, Jeewon's massive tits never ceased to amaze you, no matter how often you had seen them. That outfit they gave her for the video made Jeewon look sexier than ever, and you were enjoying it to the fullest.

"Shake them harder, tease me," you ordered to Jeewon, who obliged. Her small bra could barely hold her fully natural 34 double-D cup tits in place, and that got truer with all her shaking. Jeewon felt her nipples start to slip and tried to cover them as an instant reaction, but it was futile.

Jeewon laughed and bounced her boobs up and down. Her bra wasn't enough to hold them in place for long, with her right tits popping up first. She kept shaking them until they were on full display. "Good girl, that's what I'm talking about," you told her.

"That was fun," Jeewon smirked at you. "Keep teasing me; put your bra back and flash them," you told her, who does that before letting them fully free. "I could do this all day for you," she said. "But weren't you tired?" you asked her. "Yeah, but I love the attention you give to my tits," she said.

"Well, you're such a cute, sexy girl, Jeewon. I'll give you all the attention; better if you take those jeans off," you tell her. "Sure," she says, pulling her pants down and showing the lower part of her bikini. "It's all for you; we didn't film it in the music video because it hardly covers anything," she said.

"If it barely covers anything, you should just pull them to the side," you told Jeewon, who quickly followed, spreading her ass cheeks for you to see her holes. "We're just getting started," she said. "Indeed we are; take those panties off next," you ordered. "Hmmm nice, your ass is winking already; I can't wait to put my tongue in there," you told her.

"You're such a naughty boy," Jeewon told you. "Yes, I am," you said back. "You told me you were tired; you should sit on this chair and let me please you," you continued. "Of course," she said.

Jeewon sat on the char as you started massaging her bare boobs, then kissed them and licked her nipples. Alternating between the boobs, your tongue perfectly worshipped them. "Shake them into my face," you asked. Jeewon grabbed her udders close together, and you started motorboating her, much to her enjoyment. 

"Lube your tiddies," you told Jeewon, giving her a bottle to pour the liquid all over it. "Shake them for me, my baby," you said. Her lubed tits made for a much easier massage, as you quickly took advantage and easily slid your hands back into Jeewon's udders, clapping them against each other and enjoying the sound.

"Everything is better with lube," Jeewon says. "You know what's better? Your tits shaking in my face," you replied, starting another round of motorboating, this time with Jeewon going much faster. After she was done, you groped one of her tits while sucking the other like a needy baby.

"You like that, don't you?" you asked her. "Yes, I love it," Jeewon said, showing you her big, btight smile. "Shake them harder in my face," you told her. Jeewon amplified the intensity as your head was hit left and right by her huge milkers, and you loved it. So did Jeewon, who couldn't stop laughing.

"Hmmm, how much of those tiddies can I fit in my mouth?" you asked her, bringing them together and getting your face buried deep in her udders. "They can barely fit, I see," Jeewon laughed. Sometimes she tried to hide, but there was truly no point; her boobs are huge, and she loves getting them worshipped. "Your mouth is so good in my tiddies," Jeewon said as you kept kissing and grabbing them, even slapping yourself with them. 

"Let me spin it around and show where else my mouth can be good," you told her, spinning the chair hard to get Jeewon's ass in front of your face. You were so excited you ended up missing the mark and almost making her fall off. "Wow, you really want it," she said. "Yes, I do; put your ass close to my face," you replied.

"For all the talk about your tiddies, you sure got a nice ass too, Jeewon. Can you make your butt wink for me?" you asked, making her laugh. "How does a butt wink?" she asked. "Well, whatever, as long as you're ready for my tongue," you said, diving it into Jeewon's butthole with fast stabbings inside her pink anus.

Jeewon started moaning and grabbed your head to push it deeper into her ass. "Ahhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhh, you tongue it so good," she said. "Lean forward and let me spit on it," you said, sniffing and eating her tiny butthole. "So, do you like my tongue in your ass?" you asked. "I love it," she said.

A few more minutes of eating ass and Jeewon moaning ensued as you tongue-fucked her. "You taste so good," you told her, following with spinning sessions with the chair where your mouth went from her anus straight to her big tits and then back to her asshole. "Which one do you like better, how I grab your tits or how I eat your ass?" you asked. "Can't decide; both are so good," she said back.

You went back to her tits for a bit, pinching her nipples and slapping them against each other. "I just love that sound, making a milkshake with them," you said. "Now let me get back in that ass," you said, getting your tonguing more intense and Jeewon's moans louder. "Oh my God," she said as you were committed not to spare a single inch of her anus without cleaning. 

"Ohhhh, ohhhhh, you eat my ass so good," Jeewon says, with lots of moans in between. "Then hold my head and push it against it," you replied. Jeewon shaken her ass with your face making noise between her cheeks, mimicking the motorboating you gave to her tits moments ago.

"Yeah, that's perfect, ahhhh," Jeewon enjoyed every second of your tongue in her ass. "You look amazing; it seems like you're ready to suck some cock," you told her. "I'd love to," she replied.

Jeewon unzips your trousers and gets shocked by your hard cock already popping out. "So big," she says, measuring it against the bottle of lube you gave her and finding out it's got the same length. Jeewon starts sucking it using no hands and getting very sloppy from the start. "Spit all over my cock," you tell her.

It doesn't take long before you grab her head and start pushing your shaft deeper into her throat, making Jeewon almost choke on it, spitting more saliva once she gags. She quickly recovers and starts blowing it off again, making a lot of noise. 

"Are you ready to get facefucked?" you ask her. Jeewon nods positively. "Then come here," you say, grabbing her head and pounding her sloppy throat a few times as a test. "I love all that spit dripping from your face," you say, as Jeewon uses it to lube your shaft and suck it deeper, her udders bouncing hard as you fuck her face.

"Drool on it, baby," you tell as you can't stop fucking Jeewon's cute face, hitting the depth of her throat until she coughs again. Her face is already full of saliva, as you let her jerk your dick as well. "You're such a good cocksucker, aren't you?" you praise her blowjob skills.

"God, I love how much spit is falling into your chest," you tell her as you don't stop fucking her face, taking it balls deep as a string of saliva forms from Jeewon's chin up to her tits. "Shake those tits if you want to suck my cock," you tell Jeeewon, who moves them left and right after. "Perfect, just like that," you tell her.

Jeewon savors your meat to the fullest as you treat her throat like her second pussy. "Get it all the way down your throat," you tell her, but she struggles with your massive length, quickly gagging after a few tries. "I can't; it's just so fucking big.".

"Open your mouth wide," you tell Jeewon as you keep sticking your cock in it and enjoy the bulging under her cheek, giving it a couple strikes. "Holy shit, my boobs are full of saliva," she says as she shakes them, and you start the hardest round of facefucking on her. The only thing better than a smile in her face was your cock stuffing it.

"Play with your pussy while you suck my cock," you order to Jeewon, handing her one of those gigantic magic wand vibrators, which she turns on and places between her legs. Your facefucking is so sloppy; she's got saliva running all the way down her belly now, and the louder the vibrator gets, the harder you fuck her face.

Jeewon starts to moan louder as her pussy gets massaged; between it and your thrusts in her mouth, she can barely hold the vibrator as her legs get weaker. "Good girl making that big cock wet enough to hop on it," you praise her. "Yes, I'm ready to ride this," she says.

"Not yet," you tell Jeewon as she gags on your cock. "Slap those tits against my cock," you order as Jeewon brings them up together and starts hitting your pole from both sides. "Perfect, now let me spank your tiddies," you say, slapping your hard shaft against her milkers as she once again gives you that big smile you love so much.

"Squeeze that cock," you ask Jeewon, who presses your shaft between her big tits. It's so girthy she can barely squeeze them together. After such a long time, finally a cock worthy of her massive boobage. You push it up and down her tits, like a sausage making its way between a pair of hot dog buns.

You don't hold back, giving Jeewon the hard titfucking her massive udders deserve. "Open your mouth, lick that cock while I destroy those big tits," you tell her. Jeewon loves it, licking your tip like a maniac every time it emerges out of her milkers. "Keep your mouth open," you say, thrusting so hard that instead you actually end up missing it multiple times.

You lay down and let Jeewon be in control. As she squeezes your cock so hard, only your tip now pops out of her tits. "Oh yeah, that's so good," you tell her. "My tits are so soft and wet; look how easily they slide between your cock," she says.

However, it doesn't take long for your primal instincts to take over. "Let me tittyfuck you, bitch," you say as you start thrusting up Jeewon's huge melons in full speed. Her big heart now forms a heart-shaped (or pussy-shaped, a few would say) hole that your cock passes through. Jeewon keeps it well lubed with some spits, as you slide between her boobs fairly easily.

You take a little break and let Jeewon bounce those boobs up and down your dick like a maniac, with a few cocksuckings in between. Jeewon then stops and starts deepthroating your cock. "Do it; get it as wet as you can for your pussy," you tell her. Jeewon does just as you ask, coating your cock full of spit for a couple minutes. "Don't use your hands, just bob your head all the way down my balls," you tell her. Jeewon goes deeper and deeper until she finally gags.

"Are you ready to ride me now?" you ask Jeewon. "YESSSSS!" she enthusiastically says, her big smile back on her face. Jeewon doesn't take long to sit on your pole. "Ohhhhh," you groan as her tight pussy squeezes your walls. Jeewon herself is impressive, as she takes your full length. "Oh my God, Oh My God, fuck," she says as soon as she starts bouncing on it.

Jeewon quickly turns into a mess; your wet cock easily slides up and down her pussy, and her boobs are now jiggling nonstop. "God damn it, you're so fucking big," she says, but never stopping the ride.

"Choke me, yessss, ahhhhhh," Jeewon moans as you make it harder on her. Your hips clap hard against her butt every time she descends down it. You give her a little test as you push your cock up while choking her, making her laugh full of joy as she quickly regains control of the ride.

"Oh my God, you're so fucking deep inside me," Jeewon says as she can't stop moaning. You now grope her big tits, much to her enjoyment. "OH YES, OH YES, OH YES, OH YES," she rapidily screams. "Lean forward a bit," you order to her, taking her massive udders in your mouth while she bounces on your dick.

Jeewon's pussy quickly starts tightening the longer she goes with her ride. You grab her waist and push her body down your hips. "AHHHH FUCKKKK, YESSSS," she screams, closing her eyes as she gets completely impaled and her boobs bounce freely.

More and more moans come out of Jeewson's mouth as she quickly gets exausted, using all her mouth to ride your cock with hard and fast bounces. Her udders are a spectacle to watch as they turn into wild pinballs that move directionless. "AHHHHH, Fuck my little pussy," Jeewon begs, slowly getting out of breath the longer you impale her pussy.

"Get on your feet and keep bouncing on that dick," you command. Jeewon pushes harder, her pussy getting stretched out to the fullest, her ass clapping hard against your body. You finally decide to give her a break: "Come here to suck my cock," you tell her, kneeling as Jeewon bends over and gets that meat in her mouth as soon as you give her the command.

"Don't cover your tits; let me see them bounce," you tell her as Jeewon bobs her head on your cock. Like an unstoppable force meeting an unmovable object, you meet her head bobbing with more thrusts down her throat, doing as much as you can to make her boobs bounce.

"Ready to put it back in your pussy?" you ask her. "Yes, always ready," she says. "But first, you need to get a little sloppier; let me make those tits shake," you continue, fucking her face once again as you entertain herself with all the movement her milkers make while you do so.

Jeewon can't hide how tired she looks at this point, panting multiple times as she gags on your cock. But she's still hungry for cock, spitting all over it and throating it as deep as she can as you destroy her tiny, slutty mouth.

"Now you're ready," you tell her. Jeewon brings the lube bottle back and gets her boobs wet again. "Shake it," you command, as the lube falls down into your crotch and Jeewon rubs it on your shaft before sitting on it again, this time in reverse cowgirl.

Jeewon doesn't hold back, riding your cock as hard as she can. Her boobs are an even bouncier mess now. And she's an even bigger mess of moans. "AHHHH, YES, FUCK, OH MY GOD," she screams as you just passively watch, Jeewon planting her hands against the couch as a support while she bounces on your prick.

"OH FUCK THAT'S DEEP," Jeewon says as she ends up sliding your cock inside her cunt all the way down to your balls. You take advantage of this moment of weakness from her and thrust upwards. "AHHHHHH, YESSSS," she screams as her tits almost fly out of her body.

"FUCK THAT'S SO DEEP IN MY STOMACH, YES, YES, YES," Jeewon screams as your cock strikes her mercilessly balls deep, losing her breath as you hit her cervix. Her body is fully sweaty as she just lies on top of you and sits with your cock deep inside her, massaging your balls while she tries to recover from the quick but extremely hard pounding you just gave her.

Jeewon tries to ride a couple times but can barely last a minute. "FUCK YES, YES, YES," she says. "I need this cock so bad, but I'm so fucking tired," she says. "Then suck my dick," you tell her as she takes it deep in her throat like a hungry demon, but you do to her face just as you did to her pussy, pouding it from down low while Jeewon struggles with her throat getting filled full of cock at a franctic pace.

"Are you ready to get fucked lying on your back?" you ask Jeewon. "Yes, please, do it; I've never done this position before," Jeewon says with a huge smile on her face, her legs pressed against her big boobs. "Ready for this big cock to take you on a piledriver?" you keep asking. "Yesss, I'm so excited," Jeewon answers.

You rub and slap your cock against Jeewon's entrance, adding a little lube around her lower side. Jeewon's pussy starts queefing as soon as you penetrate it. You love the noise coming out of her cunt as you fuck her. "Hmmm, look at this tight pussy squirting all that lube," you say. "That's so hot," you say.

Jeewon grabs her boobs, jiggling them with her hands, and her moans are very out of breath now. You play with her pussy going in and out of it and enjoying the queefing sounds. You slowly pick up the pace, bulging your massive cock under her belly. "Fuck this little pussy, YESSSS, FUCKKK," Jeewon screams in between lots of moans.

"Look at that big cock under my stomach," Jeewon notices your bulging dick, massaging her belly in the area around it. You hit her pussy straight and deep, staying with your shaft buried all the way down her cunt. "Let's see it, let's see it," you enjoy your cock stabbing her insides as Jeewon runs her hands around the bulge under her tummy. "Poke me right there, please," she demands.

"AHHHHHH, OHHHHH FUCKKKK," Jeewon screams as you hit deep in her cervix; she is exhausted now and just enjoys you taking her pussy all the way in. A few liquids come out of her vagina, and you love it. "Oh God, are you squirting?" you ask her. "YESSSS," she screams as your cock dives into a pudddle of juices that get trapped between your shaft and gravity, pushing it back down inside Jeewon's fuckhole.

Jeewon laughs as you finger her little pussy. "Come here, baby, taste that cock full of squirt," you tell her. Jeewon gets up immediately, diving to suck your dick and lick your shaft from top to bottom, enjoying the taste of herself. "Dirty girl," you say to her as she chokes on your cock and bounces her tit with her franctic head-bobbing, smiling like the good whore she is.

As Jeewon finishes gagging on your cock, a coat of saliva fills it from top to bottom. She still has the strength for one final round, slapping her own ass as you look at her baby-making body. Jeewon puts her right leg up and gets herself into an acrobatic position on the couch for one last fucking. You slide your cock deep into her pussy from the beginning, making her moan softly.

You pound Jeewon fast and hard, making sure her boobs bounce as much as possible. At this point, Jeewon can barely feel her legs, just letting herself become a little cocksleeve for your monster cock. "Oh yes, oh yes," she moans as your balls clap against her clit and her boobs hit her chin. "That feels so fucking amazing," she says as your cock relentlessly attacks her cunt.

"OH YES, OH YES, OH YES," Jeewon says as you pound her balls deep. Her tits become massive bouncy pinballs at each thrust you give her; her clit stretches out like an opening mouth, and speaking of mouths, she opens her as far as she can to moan every time your cock fills her insides.

"CUM FOR ME, YES, CUM IN MY LITTLE PUSSY, PLEASE," Jeewon begs. Soon, you leave your signature inside it, coating her walls full of your white ink just as she wanted to. "Push it out," you tell her, spreading her pussy lips and bringing a cup where your cum lands after flowing out of her pussy.

Jeewon pushes the cum out of her pussy like a cow getting milked out of her tits. "Drop on your knees and pour it all over your big tits for me," you demand as Jeewon picks the cup up and fills her milkers full of your milk, licking her own nipples to taste your cum right out of her boobs as she gives you one final big smile.

"That was a lot of fun," Jeewon says. "So you had a lot of fun, you little slut; what was your favorite part?" you ask her. "Probably the piledriver loved watching your cock poking me from the inside," she said. "That's great; I hope I get to have more fun with you," you tell her. "Me too; that would be awesome," Jeewon replied.

"Last thing, I really love your smile," you say to Jeewon.

"And my big tits and little pussy too," Jeewon says, shaking her tiddies for one last time.

"Needless to say I love them."

[fyodor-s-rat]

BUNGOU STRAY DOGS - you telling them "please, be gentle" before your first time

ft.: dazai, chuuya, kunikida, ranpo, akutagawa, fyodor, edgar

tw: nsfw!!

"Please, be gentle..."

Dazai

oh boy, he's enjoying himself too much

he's very cocky about the whole thing, he's teasing you because he loves how easily frustrated you are

but at the same time, he's honored that you chose him for this special occasion

how could he resist to you? you were so beautiful

when you let out these words, he stopped teasing and actually showed some affection

"Don't worry, belladona, everything will be okay. We can stop whenever you want."

Chuuya

like Dazai, he's also proud that you trust him enough to be your first

i feel like he would make everything kinda romantic, candles, roses, red wine, etc.

even though he has a short temper, he would be patient with you

he would take time to prepare you, he definitely thinks that foreplay is very important before sex, especially when it's your first one

so prepare for long making out and cumming on his fingers first

after a while, when you said those words, he just gave you a smirk

"I will be as gentle as you want, sweetheart."

Kunikida

first time with Kunikida would be the best

this man knows exactly what to do

he tries to make everything perfect. every little detail. including the time, the place, the atmosphere,...

he would keep asking if you really want to do this and if you're comfortable

but you were secretly nervous

when those words left your mouth, he gave you a reassuring smile.

"Y/n, you have nothing to worry about with me. I'll be extremely gentle, I promise."

Ranpo

when you told him that you want to have your first time with him, Ranpo felt even more confident than usual

even though he doesn't have much experience, he would be a great lover

when he heard you say those words, he just replied with a cocky smile:

"Sweetheart, you have nothing to worry about. You couldn't have chosen anyone better than me, the greatest detective."

you just frowned.

his thrusts are slow and sensual

he's keeping you close to his body, stroking your cheek

constantly making sure you're okay

Akutagawa

you're also his first, so you would be both nervous

he doesn't admit it tho

however, you can easily see through him

you see how frustrated he is, how his cheeks burn, how he's already sweaty

you would be the one reassuring him that it will be okay, i think

but when you said those words, Akutagawa realised how much you depend on him

he wouldn't really know what to say

"I... won't be harsh, I promise. If it... hurts or something, tell me."

boy would be extremely gentle, constantly worrying about hurting you and not living up to your expectations

Fyodor

why would you choose him to lose your virginity to?

i have absolutely no idea how experienced Fyodor is, but he would act confident no matter what

he would enjoy this little moment with you so much

he would love how you entrust your body to him

how he has complete power over you

he obviously knows how nervous you are, but he doesn't even try to reassure you

hovewer, when you whispered those words, he actually showed some kind of affection.

"Darling, I don't want to harm you in any way, I still have plans for you."

even though you didn't really understand what he meant, he somehow managed to slowly and gently thrust into you, trying to cause you as little pain as possible

Edgar

he would be probably more nervous than you before your first time

he would be constantly worrying and asking you if you really want it

it might be annoying, but honestly it's lovely how caring he is

"My sweet Y/n, of course that I will be gentle. I will be extremely careful, if you get uncomfortable, tell me. Promise?"

he, indeed, was extremely gentle with you.

-

[adventuringblind]

Drive With You Forever

Chapter 12.1: More group texts

Max Verstappen x Charles Leclerc x Lando Norris x Reader x Oscar Piastri

Chapter summary: some more chaotic group texts for your enjoyment

Warnings: Sexual innuendo and utter chaos

Notes: My notes are screaming at me to stop

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Masterlist

Oscar the Unfazed

Y/N: Lando, I swear on your favorite McLaren hoodie that if you don't fix this right now, I will not hesitate to break your bones.

Maxy: care to share with the group?

Lan: I may have sent a few messages to Oscar from her phone 🫣

Charlie: and you did this why?

Lan: Because I want my girlfriend and my teammate to get along?

Y/N: Lies and slander

Y/N: it's fine now though

Y/N: he said thanks for the compliment

Lan: That's it?

Charlie: wdym that it? What did you say?!

Y/N: he called Oscar the 'epotime of male physique'

Maxy: lan...

Maxy: you out yourself in these situations and now I have to do something about it

Charlie: I have so many ideas after the stunt he pulled with Carlos yesterday

Lan: before I get my ass whooped can we all agree that Oscar is unfazed by everything???

We should start a band

Lan: So here me out

Lan: we should start a band

Maxy: I have no musical talent

Y/N: Charlie would be sore from carrying us

Oscar: I can play the kazoo

Charlie: I forgot he's here now

Charlie: genuinely panicked

Oscar: I feel so loved -_-

Charlie: What would we be called anyway?

Y/N: Charlie and the untalented

Lan: the music man plus friends

Maxy: Charles and the Ferrari strategist

Oscar: why that one?

Maxy: Because similar to them, we also would not be helping Charles in any way

Oscar's first post race celebration

Y/N: I feel like at this rate Max is going to get a complex

Y/N: And it's not fair. I don't even get to join in anymore :(

Charlie: But you like being told what to do? So Max winning is a good thing, no?

Lan: He makes a point

Lan: Last time I placed higher then them you cried

Maxy: We all cried because you tease for to long

Oscar: I've been informed I'm invited to whatever this is?

Charlie: 👀

Charlie: did Lando explain?

Oscar: Indeed, he did ;)

Maxy: whatever he told you is a lie

Maxy: he's not innocent

Oscar: as I've found

Y/N: 🫢

Charlie: oh please share, Chéri

Oscar: I think you underestimate me

Oscar: I may be the youngest, but I am certainly not fazed by Lando

Y/N: Did you actually manage to make him behave???

Y/N: Oscar has my respect

Lan: It's not what you think it is

Maxy: and here I thought those marks were from us

Maxy: Nice work Oscar

Y/N: Lan... there's three of them now

Lan: means triple the fun ;)

Oscar and Daniel

Oscar: I have a question

Lan: yes?

Oscar: Does Daniel know?

Charlie: unfortunately yes

Charlie: he lacks any kind of boundaries

Maxy: If he touches you, I'm obligated to throw punches

Oscar: Do I want to know what happened?

Y/N: Max and Charlie traumatized him

Maxy: well deserved mind you

Maxy: he ignored boundaries and hurt Land and Y/N

Oscar: ohhhhh

Oscar: Lando mentioned this once

Oscar: I remember it vividly because he didn't say all the details, but I got mildly protective

Lan: It was his quartet awakening

Lan: if we're not careful we're going to get the entire grid

Charlie: Absolutely not

Maxy: Daniel is a no

Y/N: good thing he's not on the grid then 👀

Y/N: For now at least

Maxy: WHAT DO YOU KNOW??

True Crime

Lan: I'm scared

Charlie: why? Did the cats get mad at you again?

Lan: No

Lan: Y/N and Oscar are watching a true crime documentary and it's scary

Maxy: we're living with a superhero

Maxy: I promised Charles we'd have dinner tonight

Maxy: well be home in a couple of hours so play nice until then

Y/N: Lan, in hindsight, this helps protect us if you think about it

Oscar: exactly because we'll know what to look for

Oscar: and how to hide a body

Someone is late

Maxy: the jet was supposed to take off ten minutes ago

Maxy: explain to me why Y/N and Charles are the only ones here

Lan: uh.... Oscar overslept

Lan: definitely no other reason

Y/N: you stayed in Oscar's room last night

Y/N: did you nit wake him up?

Lan: but he looks so peaceful

Os: I'm litterally awake

Os: don't pin this on me

Charlie: somone better explain

Maxy: at this point I don't care

Maxy: just get here or I'm leaving you two behind

Os: it's Landos fault

Os: Someone decided to try something ridiculous

Charlie: what else is new?

Maxy: estimated time then? Do you two need help?

Os: with help maybe 10 minutes. Without help then possible another hour

Y/N: I saw you two just now and Lando I don't understand how you managed to bend like that

Y/N: you're so lucky I lobe you

Maxy: next time please pull stupid stunts when we're home

I'm still learning

Y/N: when were you guys going to tell me that school lasts all day?

Y/N: I wish I could've gone to school

Os: I won't speak for everybody, but my school was good aside from the part where I wanted to do anything else

Lan: it's not as good as you might think

Charlie: Most of us didn't go to regular school or had to drop out

Maxy: Seb used to make me and Y/N do some sort of educational activity together

Maxy: So I'd say my school was great later on.

Os: Wait, did you not go to school Y/N?

Y/N: Did I not tell you guys?

Y/N: I didn't leave my property for 15 years

Max: she was really clueless

Charlie: Actually, how did you learn? Like to read and write and do math?

Y/N: As much as I hate him, my dad is incredibly smart

Maxy: no your dad is evil

Lan: try disturbed

Charlie: should be burned at the stake

Os: slowly cut up into tiny peices

Y/N: you guys are scaring me...

Sweatshirt roulette

Maxy: remember how we said we weren’t going to put Oscar in a compromising situation?

Charlie: Yes

Y/N: Yes

Lan: Yes

Os: Yes

Maxy: then why on earth have the lovely papaya duo swapped sweatshirts?

Lan:…………..

Os: in out defense our sweatshirts are practically the same

Y/N: aren’t you four in the driver briefing??

Charlie: Yes and Logan has been snickering behind them nonstop

Lan: I was wondering why it smelled different

Os: and you didn’t say anything?

Lan: Idk maybe you slept in it or something?

Maxy: Logan whispered something… tell me what it was -_-

Os: He started singing the Pokémon theme song

Os: Then he said I’ve been caught

Lewis & Seb

Lewis: Can you come get the kids? they are being chaotic again and its scaring me

Seb: Your an Adult

Seb: Just tell them to stop

Lewis: Max is chasing Daniel through the paddock

Lewis: Nvm

Lewis: He caught him and is dragging him off somewhere.

Seb: Not surprising

Lewis: that’s concerning…

Lewis: I swear they are like hormonal teenagers

Lewis: And your daughter is collecting drivers like Pokémon.

Seb: and you weren’t like that at their age?

Seb: I remember a few times where I caught you doing things

Lewis: I thought you said you’d never bring that up!

Seb: Yet here we are

Seb: complain about them again, and I won't hesitate to tell all five exactly what you were like

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[ochomasaio]

Fukuzawa's wife, ¹ how you met him | BSD fanfic

You were from a different country. A country after the sea. You were traveling on a ship bound for the port of Yokohama. With you other girls, a little younger or a little older than you, had set sail for a better future, some would marry the men they corresponded with from their country, others to find a job to support them and their family back home. But none of you would fulfill any of these. It was an open secret that you could easily have been fooled and ended up a stranger among strangers in a foreign land.

And this was waiting for you at the port. Remote areas were not always good for most of the girls who left their place. All of you would be sold as slaves. In the panic you managed to leave the port. But not for long, two men spotted you and were running after you. You ran, you ran and you don't even remember how long. Until you arrived next to a tall white fence. Without thinking too much you jumped in. You fell into a flower bed. You were in Fukuzawa's court. He had just been fed cats that you had chased away with your invasion.

Fukuzawa was annoyed that you chased away his cats so violently. But when he turned and looked at you for a few seconds, he was speechless. Petals from the damaged flowers were tangled in your hair and spread over the rest of your body. He was brought out of his thoughts by the footsteps of the two men who were chasing you, trying to find the entrance to the courtyard. You quickly got up and jumped over him. "Please! Hide me! Don't give me to them! I don't know them!" You had a scared, sulking look that couldn't help but captivate him, it was like an ancestral male instinct within him was telling him to protect his weak female. Without wasting time he pushed you into the house. The men at that moment burst into the garden only managing to see a female figure. Fukuzawa turned to them, closing the balcony door behind him. "How can I help you?" He asked looking at them from the edge of his porch with a look that killed.

The men took a few steps back in bewilderment before asking about the girl. He could have easily killed them but the girl could see through the crack. "A woman fell into the yard and ran away from the opposite side." "And the woman who came into the house?" The man asked him. "That was my wife." He told them and sent waves of bloodlust towards them. Fearing for their lives, they ran out of the yard.

Fukuzawa opened the balcony door finding you kneeling behind it trying to see out. You thanked him from the bottom of your heart. You felt a weight lift off of you until he asked, "Where are you going now?" You rolled your eyes but didn't move from your seat. You opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. Indeed, now what would you do to survive? He passed you and closed the teapot that signaled that the tea was ready. "I made tea. How about you sit down and tell me how you ended up in our country being hunted." You had back thoughts but accepted, what else could you do? You said everything from the beginning. Fukuzawa sympathized with what happened to you, he even suggested you stay with him for a while, the last empty apartment was given to Atsusi anywas. Your cheeks reddened when you heard that. He didn't expect himself to propose such a thing to a young lady either, but he did, anxiously waiting for your answer, noticing your every grimace.

You told him that you would like it, that you were more than obliged to him for it. He was the only person you could trust. Things were a bit strange especially in the first few days of the cohabitation. You were even ashamed of the fact that he was feeding you, taking care of you and generally staying with a man you were completely dependent on. You had thought of this situation many times for the same reason you had come to the country in the first place, to marry a supposed man for a better life for you.

As you thought about this, your subconscious accepted Fukuzawa as a husband figure for you. But I'd be lying if I didn't say that for him now, coming home and finding you there welcoming him so beautifully, you've given him a new motivation for life. Now he was the first to leave the office. This took everyone at the Armed Detective Agency a bit by surprise, especially Ranpo. For them it was normal for the president to leave hours later, reading some documents. Fukuzawa couldn't wait to go back home. But you were so young, you couldn't possibly find him attractive, or so he thought. But for you, the concerns were the same. He was a mature, collected man, it is impossible for him to fall in love with a foreigner who looks like a child in front of him.

There was something else that worried him. What job would he tell you he does? He thought you would get scared and run away from him. "What is your job?" Its like you read his mind. He swallowed hard and you got up from the table to get him some water. "Are you ok?" You asked worriedly as you knelt next to him in your haste. "Yes of course, don't worry." He replied leaving the glass of water on the table. After making sure he was okay you realized the position you were in. You had clung to him and rested your hand on his back. "I'm sorry." You said and went to sit on the opposite side of the table. "Fukuzawa-san, I'm more than happy and obliged for what you have done for me in the last months. But-" "I don't want you to even think for a minute that you're a burden to me... I want you to stay with me." Although he struggled to say it, once it reached your ears it made you very happy. You didn't want to leave him either. Fukuzawa realized that he had just revealed a lot of what he felt. But seeing your face has created such a beautiful expression, a small sneer escaped him. "I'd at least like to do something to help. Maybe get a job, but I'm not registered with the state." You said and sighed. "There is a way to get a visa." He answered you and took a sip of his tea. "To marry a Japanese."

[greenthena]

The Eldritch Ball or Aziraphale's Macabre Danse

I'm a huge sucker for dark classical music (I'm using the term "classical" broadly, not referring to the specific period. Music-y folks, please forgive.) As such, Saint-Saëns's "Danse Macabre" is one of my all time favorite pieces. It's spooky. It's intentionally dissonant. It's even got a jump scare! Like, literally, the perfect piece of music.

The story behind "Danse Macabre" goes like this: Each Halloween at midnight, Death enters the graveyard with a fiddle. As he plays, the skeletons rise from the ground and dance through the cemetery, resurrected by Death's power and possessed by his instrument.

In S2 E3, the Bentley plays "Danse Macabre" as Aziraphale drives up to Edinburgh. "What do we do? We play classical music that stays classical music." (And the Bentley listens to him! Because the Bentley is an expression of Crowley's subconscious and wants to please him and make him happy...and I'm sure you can find lots of excellent metas to that end. Or maybe you have another theory about why the Bentley is so pliant toward the angel? I'd love to hear it. But that's not what I'm talking about right now. I'm just getting distracted.)

Why is this song so perfect for a bit of subtle foreshadowing and repeated metaphor? So glad you asked. I have reasons. And evidence. Please, peruse my wares.

In the A Plot of this episode, Aziraphale travels to Scotland to visit a pub called The Resurrectionist. (Ya know, like Death? Like how Death resurrects people in the song? Okay, just wanted to really hit that nail into the coffin.) The pub is, of course, named for a certain Mr. (not Dr., he's a surgeon) Dalrymple, whom Crowley and Aziraphale meet in the accompanying flashback minisode entitled (you'll never guess) "The Resurrectionist." The minisode plot involves Crowley and his the angel encountering young Elspeth, a grave robber who, like Death, releases the bodies of the deceased from their earthly bonds of soil and stone. My interpretation is that Elspeth becomes Death incarnate, first in the process of using her instrument (her shovel) to resurrect the dead, and later when she inadvertently brings about the literal death of her partner, Wee Morag. Rather than allow Wee Morag's body to turn to dust in the ground, Elspeth "resurrects" her, selling her body to Dr. Dalrymple (sorry, Mr. Dalrymple, he's a surgeon, not a doctor), who will use Wee Morag's body for research, which will in turn save the lives of countless others by furthering the field of medicine. A form of resurrection, indeed. There's also the plot thread of Crowley and Aziraphale providing Elspeth with a nest egg to escape the cycle of poverty into which she has been born. This, too, is another form of re-birth. Or, say it with me, resurrection. Alright, you're getting it now.

Okay, now I get to delve into the fun stuff. Let's talk about that cotillion ball, shall we? You know, that danse party where Aziraphale persuades all the shopkeepers on Whickber street to attend a Jane Austen-style ball?

I personally refer to this whole fiasco experience as the Eldritch Ball. On the surface, it seems fairly innocent. The shopkeepers need a little bit of encouragement to attend the Whickber Street monthly meeting, but the angel manages to convince everyone to join with the help of some coercion-via-bribery. When they show up, they're transmuted into Austen-esque characters, from their clothes, to their speech patterns, even to some extent, their perception of reality. This is where it starts to get a little uncomfortable if you peel back the layers. Mrs. Sandwich can't talk about what she does for a living, which is a great comedy bit, but also demonstrates that her speech is being significantly censored and altered by an outside force. With the exception of Mr. Brown (hidden agendas here, Neil? I honestly don't know), all the shopkeepers find themselves in new, slightly-period-appropriate garments. What's really weird, though, is that no one notices the changes. When the dancing begins, to the music of Mr. Anderson's piano and an accompanying string quartet (strings...as in violins...as in fiddles. Remember Death's fiddle?), Nina appears to be the only one who realizes that something is off.

Maggie: This is something new.

Nina: This is something completely bonkers. Are we...? Why is everyone talking like they've escaped from Pride and Prejudice?

Maggie: Just getting into the spirit of things, I suppose.

Nina: The spirit of what things? This is meant to be the shopkeeper association monthly meeting.

Maggie: Hmm. Yes. Now that you put it like that...

Nina: Are we dancing?

Maggie: Yes.

Nina: Did you ever learn the steps to this dance?

Maggie: It's just what we do, isn't it?

Nina: No. No, it isn't. This is something mad. This is their [Crowley & Azirapahle's] fault. They're doing this.

Something is definitely mad. One might even say it's macabre. Aziraphale has become Death the Resurrectionist. He has lured the shopkeepers of Whickber Street through a portal (as Death leads his flock from the world of the dead to the world of the living.) Aziraphale's instrument is his clipboard and pen, held almost as one might hold a fiddle and bow, as he invites the various shopkeepers to the monthly meeting. Once they all arrive, he miraculously gives them new clothes (as Death knits together the bones of the dead), and then proceeds to control their bodies and minds, as though they are merely marionettes. They dance and speak in the way Aziraphale imagines, fulfilling his fantasy of a perfect Jane Austen-style ball (quite literally, the Danse Macabre.)

The shopkeepers have become the dead and Aziraphale controls them until the spell is broken--or rather until the window is broken.

To be honest, I don't think Aziraphale is really aware of how much he is able to transfigure his environment, including the humans who happen to be close by. Or, at least, I don't believe he does any of this with ill intent. He's just a bit blind to anything outside his fixation of wooing Crowley, at the moment. As a result, he creates a situation that is profoundly problematic and unnatural. Just like the dead in the graveyard have no agency when Death plays his fiddle, the Whickber Street shopkeepers are possessed by Aziraphale's intricate romantic fantasy and must dance as long as the music plays.

It is, in fact, only when the music stops, that the shopkeepers begin to realize that something is most certainly weird. The diagetic music (Mr. Anderson & Co.) abruptly cuts off when an approaching demon horde tosses a brick through the bookshop window. Now the spell, or in this case, miracle, begins to break down. While the shopkeepers still appear to be somewhat under the influence of Aziraphale's persuasive aura, a few of them glance down at their clothes in confusion and look around the bookshop, as though waking from a dream. And at this point, after a little finagling, Crowley escorts the humans out of the bookshop and out of Aziraphale's Danse Macabre.

Once the demons attack the bookshop Aziraphale's influence on his surroundings really starts to deteriorate. Throughout the season, he's been able to structure and manipulate reality (sometimes with Crowley's help) to suit his needs: protecting Gabriel, altering the Bentley, organizing the Ball, etc. But once the bookshop, his safe space, has been breached, he loses control of the situation. From this point in the narrative, nothing goes according to Aziraphale's plan. Aziraphale wants to protect Jimbriel, but the former archangel insists on giving himself over to the demons. Crowley leaves and Aziraphale has to defend the bookshop on his own, when he'd expected Crowley to come right back and save him. While defending the bookshop, Aziraphale reaches his "last" resort not once, but twice: first allowing Nina and Maggie to use his books (!!!) as weapons and then blowing up his halo in a last ditch effort to fend off the invaders. This was not on the agenda for today!

Things just continue to go downhill from there, Aziraphale losing all control of the situation. And by the time the Final Fifteen wraps up, the angel has lost his bookshop and possibly his most important relationship. By the end of the season, Aziraphale is no longer Death the Resurrectionist, the manipulator and puppeteer. Now the angel has become the puppet, dancing to Heaven's music.

[piscespetals]

summary: part 2 of a night out with sevika. read part one here.

content: nothing but lesbian yearning and fluff.

enjoy!

"So were you always a vegetarian?" Sevika asks.

"Not always. I lost a bet and had to follow the diet for two weeks. I ended up liking it enough to stick with it."

She fights off a smirk, taking a swig of her beer. "A fucking bet?"

Your body temperature rises from the scrutiny. "It's a bit unorthodox but..." You shrug helplessly. "It's been two years since then. At least that shows that I can keep my word."

She chuckles. "Touché."

You allow the air to envelop with silence as you take a bite of your burger. It really is good. You've quickly grown to realize that Sevika has a bit of an ego. The moment you mentioned how well you liked it, her head practically swelled up to the size of a balloon. But as much as you don't want to admit it, it's quite attractive.

"I can get a bit neurotic about vegetarian food, if I'm being honest. I've always thought about opening my own vegetarian restaurant one day. Veggie recipes are a huge passion of mine. I know it may sound a bit ridiculous to some people. But it's what I enjoy. I don't know..." You try to shove down the shame that accompanies that admission. The atmosphere becomes a bit too truthful for you to meet Sevika's gaze head on. But you do manage to see her shrug out of the corner of your eyes.

"We all get that way about something in our lives," Is her reply. "For me, I have an awful obsession with the Marvel universe. I've cosplayed some characters from there a few times."

You nearly choke on your fries.

You don't know much about Marvel but the idea of Sevika in a superhero costume is enough for you—

"Do you like Marvel?" She questions.

"I haven't watched any of the movies." That's when you deem it safe enough to glance at her. Her expression remains neutral despite your confession. Even though it sounds silly, a part of you wants to see her brilliant smirk again; wants to entertain the possibility of hanging out, like this, with her again. So you add, "But I wouldn't mind learning some things about it, if you were the one to teach me."

It's too late when you realize the weight of what the fuck you've actually said—and how suggestive it can come across.

Her shoulders tense, brows raising as her head snaps to look at you with darker eyes.

"Are you flirting with me?" Her lips slowly spread into a smirk.

You shrug unintelligently, not sure what to say; not sure if you want to say anything at all.

Sevika chucks. You almost allow yourself to believe that she's stunned. "Well then..."

She takes her time in chugging the rest of her beer down, tilting her head back. Your eyes manage to catch on a stream of beer that trickles from her chin to the base of her neck. A few veins are prominent through the flesh of her throat and they tense with each gulp she takes. After a few moments, she slams the beer bottle back down on the table, tongue jutting out to swipe against her bottom lip.

Holy fuck.

"Just let me know whenever you want to watch some of those movies." She finishes, waving down one of the bartenders with her credit card. "I'd be down anytime, sweetheart."

Twenty minutes later, Sevika is standing outside with you in the parking lot.

"I've kept you out too late. "She announces, rocking back and forth on her heels. "I'm a bit of an insomniac. I forget that people have normal bedtimes." Her eyes dance to a space behind you. She purposely avoids your gaze, but you're able to read between the lines. In some subtle, Sevika-like way, this is her apologizing. A polite acknowledgement that she's indeed kept you past your bedtime.

"You're fine." You preoccupy yourself by staring at her cupid's bow. "I don't think it's too late."

The fog of the biting cold air wafts between you two as Sevika nods shortly. You rest your back against the driver door of your car, reluctant to say goodbye despite just spending numerous hours with the woman in front of you.

There's a drag of tranquility. A small unsettling sadness nestles itself in your gut. This is the part where you both are supposed to say goodbye for the time being. But you don't want your night with Sevika to end so soon. You play with the hem of your shirt, mouth pooling with saliva and heart hammering in your chest. What exactly should you say? Or do? A handshake? A wave?

It feels silly to be so speechless.

"May I embrace you?" Sevika abruptly asks.

Your head shoots up, completely thrown off by the question. You almost lose your bearings from the way she peers down at you. Her stare is forgiving.

"Embrace me?" You repeat, amused by her choice of words. Her eyes narrow at the teasing lilt in your voice.

You've never seen her express the desire to show physical affection to anyone—even your mutual friends.

So Sevika asking you for a hug is unimaginable.

But beyond that, anyone asking you for a hug is something that you've never encountered before. You don't get to experience affection very much in life.

"Well, since you wanna be like that," She grunts. "Nevermind."

"Oh come on, don't be silly." You laugh, sending her a gentle smile. "I was just teasing. You can always hug me, you know."

She has full permission to hold you until the world fucking ends, for all you care.

But of course, you're not brave enough to tell her that.

Instead, you reach out towards her, hands gripping onto the flaps of her leather jacket.

For a split second, you freeze because you notice that her eyes have turned a scorched grey. Her gaze alone sets you on fire, blazes right through you—undeniably ardent—until you're nearly burnt out from her. It's a feeling that you'll never forget; a feeling you'd welcome a thousand times more.

Your breath catches. Then time resumes and your grip on her jacket tightens. Most definitely a bit too eager, you pull her towards you.

You're not sure how long the embrace lasts. You're only able to focus on the feeling of her arms encircling your waist; on how good her cologne smells while you rest your chin on her shoulder. And in that moment, you're reminded that the draw to Sevika is completely like no other.

"Talking with you was nice." She speaks, voice low as her lips tickle the tips of your ear. Then she's pulling back, just far enough so that she can look into your eyes.

"Yeah, it was."

"We should do this again."

You nod, swallowing thickly. You're not sure exactly what this is. You just know that you want more of it. "Literally, stop by Leo's place anytime, since you know, he loves when you come by." Do you sound desperate? "I mean....if you want. I-If you have free time—that is. Then we can hang out again. You can just call me. Or text, if you're not the type to call. And we can plan something. You know, without, like, our usual friends around."

Somehow, her hand comes to rest on your chin, thumb lingering inches below your lip as she tilts your head back to meet her gaze. Your stomach flips.

"But yeah." You add, failing to ignore the way that her teeth nibble on her lips. They look gentle and...Oh, God. "I, uh...yeah, of course. Let's do this again."

She smiles, showing you a gap and pearly whites. "You already said that."

"Oh." You clear your throat and shift your feet. "Right. That's right. You're right."

Fuck.

You are so gone for her.

And it's not helping that she's peering at you with that fucking look in her stunning grey eyes. She has a smile that could kill and a searing touch that you forever want to bathe yourself in.

The air around you crackles and smells of her, a mouthwatering woodsy cologne that shoots straights to your knees and nearly causes them to buckle. Her lips are beautiful; lips that are surely only made for movie stars—and now her. Lips that you want to taste; that you want to know.

Her large hands are spread across the nape of your neck when she inches closer, grinning at the sound of your breath catching. "Are you always this tongue-tied?" Her nose grazes yours. "Or is it just me that affects you this way?"

Your eyes widen. Her breath tickles your cheeks when she laughs. Despite the amusement behind her words, you feel yourself fall deeper into the abyss of her allure. She's been teasing you all night—you hate it, yet love it.

Your throat catches, "Wouldn't you like you know."

Sevilla's head tilts slightly. She observes you with an expression of unadulterated hunger, glancing over every inch of your face. It's primal and visceral. "I would."

Your heart leaps up into your throat, lodging there and beating with all of it's might.

"Is it just me?" She whispers, much more forthright this time.

You don't ignore the way that those words hold more than just one meaning.

Is it just her?

For fucks sake.

Of course it is.

Because why would—

How can she not know?

The goddamn sincerity in her question cuts straight through you.

Your head swims.

"Sev," You mumble. Your fingers find solace in the belt loops of her jeans, hanging onto them as if they're your lifeline. "It's most definitely just you." Then you're shaking your head, letting your forehead fall against one of her shoulders in embarrassment. You groan under your breath, a shiver coursing through you as you realize that she has you completely wrapped around her finger.

"I was hoping so." She chuckles. The sound washes over you, igniting a laugh of your own. Her hands drop from your neck, fingers trailing lightly down your back until they reach your hips.

You shudder in delight.

"And the entire nervous-rambling thing?" Sevika replies. "It's really fucking cute by the way."

Your heart skips a beat from her confession and you allow yourself to fully embrace the feeling.

[f1letters]

paris | eo31

"romance is not dead if you keep it just yours"

summary: maybe their family and friends didn't understand all the secrecy of their relationship, but why risk ruining what they had when they lived happier than ever inside of their own bubble?

warning: the absolute fluffiest fluff ever, secret relationship, platonic!reader x mick schumacher, brief mention of alcohol, no big warnings - just here for the ✨vibes✨

pairing: esteban ocon x reader

word count: 3.2k

note: everything in bold are song references and in italic are thoughts, which includes memories from the past.

french words used: mon trésor = my treasure; mon amour = my love; je t'aime tellement = i love you so much

omg?! cat posting a HAPPY FLUFFY STORY?! yes yes yes, I know everyone, but after last week I think you guys deserved a little sweet, lovey-dovey story haha! what can I say? I love estie bestie haha! I hope you enjoy this one, I loved writing it! (but it's actually 1:30 AM and I have to wake up in like... 5 hours! haha)

masterlist

"Your ex-friend's sister

Met someone at a club and he kissed her

Turns out, it was that guy you hooked up with ages ago

Some wannabe Z-lister

And all the outfits were terrible

2003 unbearable

Did you see the photos?"

No, I didn't, but thanks, though

Paris is unquestionably a city for lovers, said Mary McAuliffe.

And it is indeed the city for all lovers. The romantic lovers, head over heels in love with each other. The soon-to-be lovers, so shy and so scared to reveal their feelings. The inseparable lovers, so consumed by their adoration that they can't seem to keep their hands away from each other. The secret lovers, lost in between discreet touches and memories built in confidence.

Paris is the one place where your heart seems to beat even faster, where your eyes seem to glow a little more, where your head seems to be completely and utterly focused on the idea of love.

Y/N and Esteban were no exception to the rule.

No matter how many times the couple visited the French capital, the two seemed to become magnets, unable to let go of each other, whenever they went to the city of love.

The young woman was combing her long hair in front of the large mirror in the hotel bathroom, towel around her wet body, after taking a shower. 

With her eyes locked on her reflection, Y/N didn't even notice her boyfriend's tall frame walk through the door until the driver wrapped his arms around her waist from behind while resting his chin on top of her head.

She smiled at him through the mirror and Esteban responded by placing a soft kiss on his girlfriend's cheek, sending shivers down her spine.

It was amazing how he managed to have the same effect on her since the first day they met two years ago.

It was her best friend's birthday and a bunch of people were gathered at his house, ready to sing happy birthday to the boy. Everyone was taking their seats around the table, Y/N opting to stay tucked away in the corner of the room as she wasn't a big fan of people in general.

"You're Y/N, right?" A familiar face asked her, as he leaned against the wall next to the girl.

"Yes, that's me." Y/N smiled, feeling her cheeks flush as she looked at the Frenchman, immediately feeling an attraction to him. "I'm sorry, but I don't know who you are..." She laughed nervously.

"Esteban, I'm a friend of Mick's." The driver introduced himself, extending a hand for the young woman to shake, with a smirk on his face. "I saw you here and recognized you from the pictures. He constantly talks about 'his best friend Y/N' and I had to approach you."

The two stayed there, maintaining eye contact for a few seconds, smiling from ear to ear, until they heard the other guests start singing. They turned towards their German friend, but, in reality, the two maintained their focus on each other, keeping their gaze on each other from the corner of their eyes.

After Esteban expressed his interest in Schumacher's best friend and after much insistence on his part that he had good intentions, Mick ended up giving in and began to arrange more outings involving his two best friends.

Months passed, with Esteban always persistent in trying to build a stronger bond with the girl in the hopes of asking her out one day, but Y/N got ahead of him and she took the first step.

"Este?" She got the driver's attention, as the two of them fell behind the rest of the group on top of the snowy mountain.

"Yes, trésor?" Esteban answered, looking in her direction, the nickname rolling off his tongue as usual.

"What if we had dinner this week?" The girl suggested, a confident smile plastered on her face.

"You mean..." The man hesitated nervously, thinking he might be misunderstanding things.

"A date, yes. Me and you. This Saturday night. My place." The girl explained, reaching her gloved hand into the boy's coat pocket, where she managed to grab his.

Esteban couldn't help but think to himself: my God, I'm falling for this girl already.

I'm so in love that I might stop breathing

Drew a map on your bedroom ceiling

No, I didn't see the news

'Cause we were somewhere else

Things between them evolved quickly, and the two simply became obsessed with each other overnight.

However, Esteban's fame scared Y/N a bit, as she had experienced a lot of the attention that came with accompanying Formula 1's blonde prince to his races and witnessed first-hand some of the hatred that other drivers' girlfriends, that she got to know over the years, got.

And that's why the couple decided to keep their relationship private between them and the people closest to them, even though many of them didn't understand all the secrecy.

No one knew but their friends and family. Even on the driver's team, no one knew who she was in specific, although there were some rumours and speculation due to the noticeable chemistry between the two of them and their occasional escapades to his driver's room when they thought nobody was looking.

The same can be said about the fans. Y/N was a familiar figure in the paddock, especially to Haas' fans as she was a usual member of the German driver's entourage over the years. But that didn't kill their curiosity about who she was, and what connection she had both to Mick and to other drivers with whom she was seen around the circuits.

But the couple couldn't care less. They were happy. The happiest they've ever been.

Esteban gently smoothed his girlfriend's hair away from her neck and placed a romantic kiss on it, making her giggle as he tickled her with his beard.

"Hurry up, mon amour." He told her, continuing to caress her as he spoke. "We have to go. Paris awaits us."

Stumbled down pretend alleyways

Cheap wine, make believe it's champagne

I was taken by the view

The girl dressed quickly, without much effort, keeping her outfit comfortable and discreet: some black sweatpants of her own, an army green hoodie stolen from her boyfriend, a winter Nike jacket on top and a black beanie on her head.

Her partner's look mirrored her own, both opting to blend in with the crowd as just two normal lovers in the city of love. There was no fame, no attention, and no fans.

"You look so cute in my clothes, mon trésor." Esteban complimented the girl, pulling her beanie down further, playfully covering her eyes with it. Y/N slapped his hand away from her face, adjusting herself to the new one, while the Frenchman laughed and placed a kiss on her forehead. "You look beautiful, as always."

Her little heart warmed with her boyfriend's words. He never went a day without making her feel like the most special person in the world, even when she was standing in front of him in sweats, with messy wet hair, and no makeup at all.

"Shall we? I thought you said Paris was waiting for us." Y/N joked, recalling her boyfriend's words. "Enough compliments, let's go, babe."

The girl's fingers intertwined with his and Y/N pulled the driver towards the room's exit as she walked backwards towards it.

Like we were in Paris

Like we were somewhere else

Like we were in Paris, oh

We were somewhere else

After leaving the hotel, the couple stumbled down an alleyway, hand in hand, hidden from the rest of the world, but always with happy smiles on their faces.

Y/N told him all about the latest gossip at her work, the new music she discovered on her Spotify, and her most embarrassing teenage stories with Mick.

And Esteban just listened. His favourite sound was her voice, especially when she told him the smallest details of her routine in an attempt to make him not feel left out due to the distance between them most of the time.

At that moment, they walked through the crowd and not a soul cared who they were. They were just... them. A couple in love among hundreds of others.

A few minutes later, they found a small, empty restaurant and when they saw an older couple dancing in the centre of the room, they decided to stick around, assuming they were the owners and would probably not recognize the driver.

The two entered, smiling at the couple, and sat at the booth in the most reserved corner of the room, picking up the menus to decide what to eat.

The night continued in the best possible way. The food was delicious, the restaurant remained just for the two of them and the old couple continued to sway gently to the French music blaring from the radio, making Y/N, the ultimate hopeless romantic, smile with her eyes half tearing up as she lay her head on her boyfriend's shoulder.

Y/N and Esteban didn't have a care in the world, since Paris always managed to keep their romance just theirs.

Privacy sign on the door

And on my page and on the whole world

Romance is not dead if you keep it just yours

Levitate above all the messes made

Sit quiet by my side in the shade

And not the kind that's thrown

I mean, the kind under where a tree has grown

After finishing their dinner and paying for their meal, the couple left the small establishment and decided to return to the comfort of their hotel room, which was not far away.

The young woman's hand found its home again in the hold of her boyfriend's hand. The girl's gaze sparkled as she studied every detail of the street they passed: the lights, the shop windows, the people, and the flowers on the balconies.

Meanwhile, Esteban couldn't help looking at her as if she had his whole world in her hands. No matter how much time passed, he was so madly in love with her that he almost felt like he might stop breathing at any second.

The driver pulled her closer to him, letting go of her hand to wrap his arm around her shoulders and let out a sigh at the feel of her body touching his. "Je t'aime tellement, mon amour." He said almost instinctively.

Y/N looked at him, with the most sincere and genuine smile, ready to return the driver's declaration of love when the two were interrupted by an unexpected intruder.

"Hey, you!" Upon hearing this, the two immediately moved away, fearing that their cover had been revealed, and the girl continued to walk forward alone while Esteban paid attention to the small boy who approached him. "You're Esteban Ocon, aren't you? You're my favourite driver ever!"

Clearly, little Louis - as he introduced himself before he enthusiastically told his idol all about the races he'd seen - hadn't been up to speed with the latest gossip from the world of Formula 1 and the couple had overreacted, but they were both used to react like this in the rare instances when Ocon was recognized during their secret dates.

Y/N started to slow her pace when she discreetly looked back and saw her boyfriend bending down to take a picture with his fan. 

In a matter of seconds, Esteban took the place beside her and the two continued on their way to the hotel, although now there was some distance between them.

It was difficult at times, they admitted. Especially for a couple who couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other. But they knew their sacrifice was for the greater good, so they could have the privacy they valued so much.

Almost as if they were communicating telepathically, the two looked at each other simultaneously, though no words were spoken, and Esteban gave her a half smile, making her body relax with the comfort it conveyed to her.

The date might have ended, but the night was still young: it didn't matter where they were because, as long as they were together, they were having the time of their lives.

I'm so in love that I might stop breathing

Drew a map on your bedroom ceiling

No, I didn't see the news

'Cause we were somewhere else

As Y/N walked into their hotel room and started to take off her coat, Esteban gave her a smirk and placed the privacy sign on the outside door handle.

"Now it's just you and me at last, mon trésor." The boy said, approaching his girlfriend and giving her a peck on the top of her pink lips.

The two removed the outfits they were wearing and changed into more comfortable clothes, prepared to continue their night just enjoying each other's company. Esteban put on his pyjamas, and Y/N put on hers, which basically consisted of a pair of dark blue shorts and an Alpine t-shirt from the previous season obviously stolen from her boyfriend's closet.

The girl walked over to the room's mini fridge and took out a bottle of cheap wine that she had bought for them.

"Just pretend it's champagne, Este." She joked as she poured two tall glasses for the two of them to drink from. "Not all of us can be Formula 1 drivers, I'm just an accountant."

The two brought their lips to their drinks, feeling the pleasant taste of alcohol spread through their mouths. Y/N walked over to the window on her side, where she could see the view of the Eiffel Tower, and Esteban wrapped his arms around her, placing his large hands on her stomach and resting his chin on top of her shoulder.

The Tower shone like the brightest star in the sky, hence why Paris was known as the city of lights, and the two maintained the comfortable silence that settled in the room, both taken by the view.

Stumbled down pretend alleyways

Cheap wine, make believe it's champagne

I was taken by the view

Tired, Esteban sat down on the edge of the wide double bed, pulling his girlfriend with him. The two giggled while the Frenchman lay down against the headboard and the girl took the place on top of him, straddling him with one leg on either side of his lap.

Y/N took her hands to his neck, letting her fingers intertwine in his hair, and her mouth joined his in a serene kiss, full of love, comfort and peace. 

The connection between the two was simply inexplicable and completely out of this world.

The young woman took the place beside him, removing herself from the top of it and lying down on the mattress, with her head now on his shoulder. Both were looking at their cell phones: Esteban looking for the results of the football matches that had taken place that day, and Y/N checking her Instagram feed without much attention.

Until the girl's phone alerted her to a new message and, after reading it, she fell into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, leaving her boyfriend more confused than ever.

"Mon amour, are you alright?" His voice revealed the smile plastered on his face.

"You won't believe what Mick sent me." Y/N moved her cell phone so that Esteban could read what was sent by the German.

From: Micky

Have you seen the news? Apparently, we are dating AGAIN! 🙄😂

Attached was an image that contained a particular comment left on the last photo posted by Mick, where you could see the two friends in the middle of a snowball fight.

'@f1fan: Mick and Y/N are FOR SURE together, they've been dating for years!! You have to be blind to not see it! 👀'

"Oh my God, are you cheating on me with Mick of all people?!" Esteban pretended to be hurt, with his hand over his heart as if she had broken it. "I expected better from you, Y/N."

The two simply laughed at the rumours, thinking to themselves how comical it was that people were so certain about her supposed love affair with her best friend when she was lying in the same bed as a completely different driver from the grid, who was, in fact, the one who truly owned her heart.

Like we were in Paris, oh

Like we were somewhere else

Like we were in Paris, oh

We were somewhere else

Y/N recalled all the times those closest to them had criticized their choice to keep their relationship a secret and couldn't help but ask about it again.

"Do you think our family is right?" Y/N asked, resting her chin on the Frenchman's chest so she could see his expression. "About how we shouldn't hide our relationship. Do you ever regret it? I mean, not telling the world about us?"

"Honestly, mon trésor," Esteban replied, pushing the hair that hid his girlfriend's face behind her ear. "As much as I would love to scream until my lungs give out that I am the luckiest man alive and that the sexiest girl on this planet is mine, nothing would make me change our relationship."

"So no, I don't regret it." He continued, stroking her cheek with his thumb. "Mon amour, we are in Paris. No one here to judge us, or to try to tear us apart. Just you and me against the world, come what may."

I wanna brainwash you

Into loving me forever

I wanna transport you

To somewhere the culture's clever

Confess my truth

In swooping, sloping, cursive letters

Let the only flashing lights be the tower at midnight

In my mind

"You know," Y/N pulled her body closer to his, circling his neck with her arms and leaning fully on the driver's torso. "I swear I just want to brainwash you into loving me forever sometimes."

"I think I should be worried about those words," Esteban teased, earning a gentle pinch from the girl in return. "But to be honest, I think I'm going to love you forever either way, so no brainwashing needed."

"God, we really are corny." Y/N laughed, laying her head over the Frenchman, being able to hear every beat of his racing heart. "No wonder why Mick hates us so much."

We drew a map on your bedroom ceiling

No, I didn't see the news

'Cause we were somewhere else

In an alleyway, drinking champagne

A few minutes went by, and the two fell asleep in each other's arms, again surrounded by the silence within those four walls that protected them from the rest of the world.

Their relationship may have seemed wrong to others, but Y/N and Esteban both knew that their love was the surest thing in their lives.

Their hidden connection completed them, made their stomachs flutter, gave them the motivation to wake up in the morning.

In the bottom of their heart and in the depth of their soul, they kept their best secret hidden from all the evil, all the jealousy and all the judgment.

And maybe they would never tell a soul in the world about their love.

But in the end, they would always have Paris.

'Cause we were in Paris

Yes, we were somewhere else

My love, we were in Paris

Yes, we were somewhere else

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[dudadragneel]

Hey guys! It's me!

How are you?

I'm back now with a request that's been sitting on my notes for a while.

My dear 🍎, I took far too long to get this one done and post it confidently.

I don't know if you're still around but if you find this, I hope you'll like it.

I hope you enjoy!

🍎

Maybe something where it’s a really hot day and the boys had a shoot or something and y/n gets rlly worried at home because she knows Felix is especially vulnerable to getting overheated. Then when he comes home to the dorms where reader is waiting for him Felix actually gets heat stroke and sunburn and reader knows that whenever he gets overheated he will DEFINITELY throw up. But she can tell he’s trying to play it cool because he’s with the members but she knows it’s only a matter of time until he gets sick. He just spends the whole day nauseous and miserable trying to conceal it and he eventually does end up throwing up ofc.

Photoshoots were a big part of their lives, comeback ones, magazine ones, individual shootings, you name it. Sometimes one would question the choices of outfits but well, art is something difficult to understand.

Their outfits would always match the concept they were going for, which meant they could wear winter clothing in the heat of the summer and whatnot.

Another recurring situation was shooting during questionable weather conditions: too hot or too cold.

Today was a really hot day, hot enough to be able to cook an egg on the pavement, not even the shades of the trees were doing much to help. And unfortunately for the boys, they had an outside shooting, which meant they'd be under the sun for hours.

And although you didn't accompany Felix this time, you were at home extremely worried about him, since he wasn't good with extremely hot weather, he'd easily have heat exhaustion and once he almost had a heat stroke.

They were shooting a segment for SKZ-Code and they were having fun at first but the weather was scorching hot and they wished they were filming at a water park, at least they'd be inside a pool.

As the shooting went on, Felix started to feel weird, his head was pounding, his body felt too hot and he was lightheaded.

He knew exactly what was happening so before it could get any worse, he talked to Chan but the others noticed as well.

- Hyung.

- Hm?

Chan answered getting close to the young boy and already reaching an arm towards him.

- I'm not feeling very well...

He said weakly and bending forward so he could use his hands to support his weight on his knees.

- Let's get you to a shade, it might be heat exhaustion. Come on.

Chan motioned to the staff to stop recording and wrapped his arms around Felix's tiny body which was indeed too hot and really red and guided him to a tree nearby, with the others following behind.

The staff opened a blanket on the grass so he could lay down and put some ice packs on his nape, forehead and under his arms to try to cool him down. And the others took the chance to rest for a while and drink some cold water.

- How are you feeling?

Hyunjin asked sitting down next to Felix and handing a water bottle.

- Bad...my head hurts and the world feels like it's spinning...

- You're really not good with hot weathers. Try to drink a bit, it'll feel good.

Felix followed Hyunjin's suggestion and then lay down again, he was feeling too dizzy to even sit up and was wondering if he'd manage to finish the shooting.

Hyunjin moved so Felix could lie down on his lap and placed an ice pack on his chest, trying to make the boy feel as comfortable as possible.

The staff were cooling down the other members and bought some sports drink and popsicles to help them cope with the heat.

Meanwhile, Chan was calling you to talk about Felix because he knew you were already worried about the weather.

- Hey y/n!

- Hi, Chan! How are you?

- I'm good and you?

- I'm fine, apart from the heat. How's the shooting going?

- Yeah...well... Not that good, I guess? Felix is experiencing heat exhaustion.

- Oh god, I knew it was gonna happen. How's he feeling?

- He didn't faint or anything thankfully but he said he was feeling dizzy and his head was hurting. But he didn't mention anything about being nauseous.

- Well, if he's really not feeling nausea, that's good. But there's a high chance he's just hiding it.

- I know. We're gonna keep and eye on him. You'll meet us at the dorm right?

- Yeah.

- Okay. See you later.

- See ya.

Chan got back to where the kids were and also sat down next to Felix. It was too hot for everyone but they knew it was even harder for Felix.

The staff gave them the popsicles and Felix gratefully accepted it.

Yes, he was feeling nauseous but he'd rather eat something cold than just trying to bear with the heat alone, even if he knew it could backfire later.

And the popsicle tasted heavenly, he could feel his body cooling down, so maybe, just maybe, this time it would be better. But deep down he knew it wasn't the case, he knew exactly what would happen.

When he felt good enough he told the others and the staff that he could continue the shooting.

He tried to have fun with the remaing recording time but all of them kept an eye on him and saw how he'd sway and bend over occasionally.

By the end of the recording Felix had gotten a rather bad sunburn and was really close to fainting. When they started walking to the van his vision got blurry and he almost fell but Chan caught him before that could happen.

- Hey, hey. You good mate?

- No...I'm still dizzy...

He answered slowly blinking as if trying to adjust his vision and just leaned his weight on Chan.

- Let's get you to the car, the AC is gonna help a bit.

Chan grabbed him and carried the young boy to the van and settled him laying down resting his head on Changbin's lap.

- Are you comfortable, Yongbok-ah?

- Yes, hyung...

He said covering his eyes with his arm and taking a deep breath.

- Just relax, we'll be home soon.

Changbin said while he caressed Felix's arm. They were all worried about him, specially when the car started moving because they new vomiting was the main symptom whenever he got overheated. And if it didn't happen until now, it meant he was putting up a front and things would go south later.

⏳

By the time they got back at the dorms, he was twice more red than when they left the site.

Entering the apartment he ran to you like a kid and when you hugged him, you felt how hot he was and he winced in pain at the touch.

- Sorry, baby.

- It's okay.

His face and specially his back and shoulders were burning, even the fabric of his shirt touching his skin was painful.

- Did you put on sunscreen?

- Yeah, but it didn't do much...

- It could be worse. Chan told me you had heat exhaustion, how are you feeling?

- I'm fine now.

- Felix.

You said with a more stern tone.

- Okay, my head hurts and I'm dizzy...

- And your stomach? Are you feeling nauseous?

- No. I'm just tired.

Lies.

He was feeling nauseous, earlier, a few minutes after he felt the first symptoms, the nausea settled in and it worsened when he ate the popsicle.

- Why don't you go shower? You're still overheated.

- I will.

He said as he buried his head on your neck, not wanting to break the hug.

- Baby? Are you feeling okay?

You said with a soft voice and gently rubbing his back up and down and stroking the back of his neck. You knew that this behavior was a tell tale that he wasn't feeling well at all, but you didn't want to pressure him into admitting that.

- Uhum...

- Are you still dizzy? Do you want me to stay in the bathroom with you? Or by the door?

- Can you?

He said with a whiny voice and a little pout.

- Of course, baby. Come on.

You grabbed his hand and guided him to the bathroom and then picked a set of light clothes for him.

- I'll be outside. Yell if you feel faint.

- Thank you.

In the shower, the cold water relieved a lot of the pain he was feeling from the sunburn and helped bring his temperature down, even if only a bit.

But the dizziness wasn't going away, the room was spinning and the ground felt like quicksand. The pressure he felt inside his head just made him more and more dizzy to the point he thought he was going to faint. But before it could happen, he leaned on the wall for support and crouched down.

He didn't want to tell you to come inside so he tried to deal with it on his own. He sat down under the shower and allowed the cold water to just flow through his body while taking deep breaths and focusing on the cold feeling on his skin.

It took some time but the dizzy spell got better and he finished his bath without any other impending accident, although his nausea did increase in the process.

He put on the shorts you got for him, as well as the loose tank top, honestly the best choice of clothing for someone who had heat exhaustion and was still overheated and with a bad sunburn.

He got out of the bathroom with a cold towel on top os his head as he was still feeling too hot, noticing the bath didn't do that much to help after all.

You stood up and hugged him and he buried his face once more in your neck. Felix was a cuddle bug and that was no surprise to anyone, but he got extra clingy whenever he was sick.

- how are you feeling, sweetie?

You asked, voice as soft as silk, almost making him break down into tears from how bad he was feeling. But he didn't want to admit that, for some reason unknown even to him, he just wanted to shrug it off and just pray he wouldn't get sick like he always did.

- A little better.

- You still feel hot, though. Go sit down, I'll get another cold towel for you.

The boys all gathered in the living room, sitting on the floor with the AC on, every fan they could find turned on as well and the windows slightly opened.

Either that or they'd would definitely melt inside that dorm.

While they sorted out everything in the living room, you were in the kitchen damping the towel in cold water to help Felix feel a little better. Lee Know also entered the kitchen to cut some watermelon and other fruits for everyone.

- Y/n, how's Felix?

- Honestly? I don't think he's okay. Before the shower he said he was still feeling lightheaded and when I hugged him a few minutes ago his body still felt hot. I think he's just trying to put up a front. I just don't know why.

- Sometimes he's like that. We all are. We'll all keep an eye on him. Everyone's here so there's no need to worry. Now come on.

He said with that typical bunny smile as he got the bowls with the fruits.

You arranged yourselves in a circle, some were laying down, the others just seated, you sat close to Felix and placed the cold towel on his nape.

- How does it feel?

- Woah~ it feels nice...thank you.

He said kissing your cheek.

They decided to play some games while enjoying the fruits Lee Know prepared. You kept feeding Felix one bite at a time, figuring his stomach wasn't well and not wanting to trigger it. And he was enjoying it since most of the fruits had more juice than actual fruit, meaning it was sitting well with his stomach. Or so he thought.

Deep inside his mind, there was this little voice telling him he was gonna be sick eventually and that he should drop the tough act sooner rather than later.

Eventually Han fell asleep, Chan got his computer to work on some songs while you, Felix and the others kept playing. The game was fun, at least for you, who was on a winning streak and was earning gasps from the boys.

After one more round, you dropped the game and let the others continue. Felix kept playing as well while you gently caressed his nape, making him feel relaxed.

But that little voice had become louder in the past few minutes. It was like he suddenly became aware of how hot his body was feeling and how much it hurt, as well as his head. The dizziness was coming back and sitting down was no different than standing up at this point.

And the nausea was 100% settled in now, he could feel his stomach starting to twist and gurgle, and his mouth started to taste foul.

He decided to stop the game, leaning his head on your shoulder and you could feel the heat radiating from his body.

You wrapped your arm around his shoulder and gently rubbed his arm with your thumb while your other hand brushed his long blonde fluffy hair from his face, revealing a flushed freckled face.

- Are you okay, sweetie?

- hm...just tired...

He lied one more time.

Felix stayed in that position for some time, with you stroking his hair all the time.

But his stomach started to feel worse, it was turning aggressively and gurgling even more, he could feel everything sloshing around and threatening to come up.

His mouth started filling up with saliva and instinctively he started to swallow convulsively. He really didn't want to throw up.

Much to his demise, his attempt to hide this from you failed completely because as he started to swallow, you could feel his jaw clenching on your shoulder.

You also noticed how he was clenching his fists and trying to take deep breaths.

- Honey?

Felix accepted that he was fighting a losing battle against his stomach. A harsh contraction worsened the nausea and shot up its contents up his chest and when he felt it hit the back of his throat he knew there was nothing else he could do.

He nudged at you with shaky hands catching your attention.

- What's wrong?

You asked taking in the image of the once bright tomato red boy turned into pale green.

He just pointed at his stomach and swallowed hard not daring to open his mouth and risk vomiting on the floor.

- Shit. Let's go, come on.

You said standing up and wrapping your arms around Felix to help him up and take him to the bathroom.

The members looked at you with confusion.

- He's gonna throw up.

You said quietly before entering the bathroom and locking the door behind you.

Inside, Felix went straight to the toilet, bracing the edges for support as his stomach expelled the first wave of purpleish vomit, hitting the water with a sickening sound.

He didn't get a chance to breathe before a cough brought up another stream, one that ended up getting on the edges of the seat. And was immediately followed by another bout of chunky yet watery vomit.

- Oh my baby. You're really not feeling well.

- I-i feel-

He tried to say but was cut off by a wet gag bringing up even more vomit.

- D-dizzy-

He managed to say swaying to the side as his knees almost gave up but you caught him and guided him to kneel down.

- There, it's safer like this.

You said sitting on the edge of the bathtub next to the toilet and proceeding to hold Felix's hair and rub his back.

He spat out a few times before his stomach lurched again making him duck his head inside the toilet as another wave ripped through his body.

- That's it, let it out. Let everything out.

He coughed productively a few times, the sounds being clearly loud enough to be heard outside the bathroom.

- Fuck...

- It's okay honey. It's okay.

After this last bout his stomach gave him a little break but he was twice more dizzy than before, so he just slumped back and let his head rest on your legs.

You grabbed some toilet paper to wipe his mouth and then tied his hair on a pony tail.

- Feeling any better, honey?

- No...I'm still nauseous and dizzy...

- Oh baby. Just stay like this for a while, okay?

You said as you rubbed his back in circles and could still feel how hot he was. He's had heat exhaustion a few times during dates and shootings, but this was the second time he got this overheated.

- It's too hot...

He said weakly and fanning his shirt.

- Why don't you take off your shirt for a while? I'll wipe you back with a cold towel.

- Can you help me?

- Of course.

You helped him out of his shirt, being very careful to not scratch the sunburned areas.

- Later, when you're feeling a bit better, I'll put some lotion to help with the pain, okay?

- Okay...

Turning on the faucet of the bathtub, you grabbed a towel and damped it in the cold water and then started wiping Felix's back with it.

- How does it feel?

- Refreshing...

Felix answered as he let his body relax leaning on yours. The cold sensation felt heavenly against his burned skin.

He closed his eyes and allowed himself to just relax under your touch, both the cold towel and you stroking his hair.

The poor boy managed to calm down for a bit only to be betrayed by his stomach. It contracted lightly a few times, making him burp but he muffled them and brought his hand to his stomach, in an attempt to calm it down.

But it wasn't working, in fact the nausea was building up again and his stomach was gurgling rather loudly. He started gagging weakly but didn't want to move to the toilet until a strong contraction made him retch and a small amount of vomit escaped his lips and got on your leg. He then lurched forward getting to the toilet in time for another stream to come out, this time a little more watery than before.

- Sorry-

He said weakly before coughing up two consecutives waves of watery vomit.

- It's okay, baby. Don't worry about this.

You reassured him as you rubbed his back up and down and then in circles.

- Babe...can you hold my hand?

- Of course, honey.

You put the cold towel on his nape and grabbed his hand. He gripped it tightly when his stomach cramped harshly making vomit gush out of his nose as well.

You didn't even know what to say anymore but just stay there and help him with your touch.

After another wave, he was out of breath and panting, and you were afraid it could lead to hyperventilation and maybe even an anxiety attack.

- Baby? I need you to take deep breaths, okay? With me, follow my breathing.

He struggled in the beginning but he managed to calm down by following your breathing pattern.

- That's it. You're okay.

You said as you kept on rubbing his back.

- Thanks...

He answered weakly spitting out a thick stream of saliva and then leaning on your legs again.

- Do you think you're done?

- For now....but everything still hurts...

- I know honey...do you wanna take another shower? Or do you want me to wipe your back?

- Can you do it for me?

- Sure honey.

You damped the towel in cold water one more time and proceeded to wipe his back then his chest and abdomen.

- There you go. Did it help?

- Yes, thank you babe.

He said kissing your hand. The sick boy didn't want to let go of you.

- Do you want to move to the bedroom?

- Not yet...let me stay like this a little longer...

- okay, baby.

He wasn't feeling that nauseous anymore but he was afraid of moving and getting sick again. So he focused on his breathing and your touch as you gently stroked his hair and his back.

After a few minutes his stomach seemed to be settled and he really wanted to lay down.

- I wanna sleep, honey...

- Let's go then.

- Can you help me up?

- Yes, honey. Up you go.

You said as you got up from your seat and helped him up by holding him under his arms. When he was on his feet he swayed a little bit but you steadied him and guided him to the sink so he could brush his teeth and get rid of that awful taste.

When you got out, the other members were still in the living room, looking worried about Felix.

- How are you doing?

Changbin asked from where he was sitting.

- Better...just tired, and burning.

He said smiling, trying to lighten the situation since he knew everyone was worried about him.

- Go rest then. Y/n do you need any help?

- No, it's okay. You guys enjoy and try not to melt.

You said laughing and guiding Felix to his bedroom.

He sat on his bed and you got some lotion to apply on his skin to help with the sunburn and the feeling of being hot.

- Does it feel good?

- Woah, a lot.

- This lotion is kinda cold, it's supposed to relieve the burning sensation.

- It's really good.

Once you were done he lay down on the bed, looking really tired from the ordeal. When you stood up he noticed the vomit stain on your pants and remembered what happened. The heat exhaustion and the vomiting had him in a sort of daze for a while.

- Sorry about that.

- Oh this? Don't worry about it! I'll get one of your shorts.

You said smiling and winking at him. Once you had changed he couldn't help but smile back at you because you looked really cute.

- I love you, honey.

- I love you too, baby. Now wait here, I'll get some ice packs and a wet cloth for you.

You quickly went to the kitchen and then back to the bedroom to find Felix already asleep. Kneeling next to the bed you placed the wet cloth on his forehead and the ice packs on his neck which made him flinch but not wake up.

You brushed his hair off his face and just kept looking at him with tender eyes, admiring his beauty, his little freckles and caressing his hand while he slept. You loved him with all your heart and he deserved all the pampering you could provide at the moment.

[wannaeatramyeon]

HIII how are u doing girlie😍🤞🤞 Anyways can u pls write a scenario where ur classmates (htf characters?) find out ur dating seong taehoon and their reactions?? You dont need to if u dont want to ofc<333

Hey Anon! Thanks for the ask <3 I'm doing great!! Brain rotting away as expected but HAPPY FRIDAY! Hope you're doing well too and having a good start to the month :)

Don't you agree that there's a disappointingly small amount of writing for our lil nutjob?

Please enjoy the whiplash of my change in tone!

HTF discovering You & Taehoon dating!

Things were tentative between you and Taehoon. You've only been dating for a couple months, and you're still getting to know this side of him. Well. You say this side but it's still the same old Taehoon that you've come to grow very fond of.

The one that tells everyone to piss off but comes running, no, sprinting when one of his friends need his help. Who threatens to beat everyone up, but will come to your defence with no hesitation. This prickly, insufferable little shit.

Sometimes you worry about your own sanity for liking someone like Taehoon, but then he gives you a look in the middle of the company meetings and your feel your entire body flush and your heart palpitate. And you think about just being alone with him, the way that he looks at you like he wants to devour you, the way his hand runs all over your body and god bless his pale skin because it's so obvious how crazy you're driving him despite how cool he plays it- "Huh? Sorry Rumi, I missed that question. What did you ask?"

You know already this guy has no respect for other people's personal space, but since you've gotten together, a complete and utter lack of personal space has become the norm. At least when no one else is around.

Taehoon corners you in the company house.

"You got 500 won?" He's leaning casually on the wall, blocking your path of exit. He wears a smug smirk as his face moves closer to yours.

You roll your eyes, "Get your own 500 won, I'm not lending you any more money you bastard."

He glances down at your lips, "How about a kiss then?"

Bastard indeed. You blush, but with him so close by, with his lidded gaze and goddamn pretty pink lips slightly parted... you couldn't say no if you tried.

You lean forward to kiss him, and Taehoon deepens it before you have a chance to move away. His arm circles around your waist, pressing your entire body against him. You put your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer and his hands start to roam your body. Perhaps you and Taehoon should move this somewhere more private-

A glass shatters. "OH MY GOD!!"

You both turn and see the entirety of Hobin Yu company frozen in shock.

Fuck. This was why you shouldn't be making out in the living room.

Hobin: Very happy for you! Congrats Y/N!!! But then after a moment... wait. Hold on. The reality of the situation sinks in. What?! That psycho Taehoon managed to bag you???

Yeah Taehoon has a nice face but his personality STINKS. How can anyone stand him? AND MOST important of all: how did you guys beat him and Bomi getting together?! Life is so unfair!

Snapper: similiar reaction as Hobin. Who tf can put up with that nutjob. Side eyes you a bit cos surely you must have a few screws loose too. But... the opportunities for a newtube channel! Couple dates, couple vlogging! Ok, maybe this isn't such a bad development.

Gaeul: completely clueless. Even Gyeoul has commented on you two getting closer. This innocent little chick just thought... well, she didn't know what she thought - maybe you guys were just close friends? "You fellas, I'm so happy for you. Now don't you young whippersnappers get up to no good!"

Rumi: Oh Y/N I'm so happy for you! Hold on- let me just text Wangguk to set up a double date. What you doing this Saturday?

Mangi: another cinnamon roll. Gives you and Taehoon the biggest hug, squeezing the life out of you whilst Taehoon is just glaring, gearing up to give him a kick. So so happy for you, wishes you guys a lifetime of happiness (woah, steady on Mangi we've just gotten together!!) and that you are as happy as him and his girlfriend <3

Yeonwoo: You've always been nice and sweet to him. So you and Taehoon? Together? You're making this lil genius's brain hurt. Of course he'll congratulate the both of you, he's too polite to do otherwise. But his protective side flares up to make sure Taehoon treats you right.

Gyeoul: Who fucking cares

Taehoon finding out about everyone finding out: Headaches all around. What the fuck is wrong with these losers? Gets inundated with questions about you and their relationship. "Bastard that's none of your business", "Ask more questions if you want to die".

Temporarily wonders if this is worth it, but then looks at you and ok. Maybe it is. "Fuck, I'm so cringe I'm going to kick my own ass"

[blueesnow]

(2/6) Camus's Private Story [Utapri Live Emotion]

Ch 1: (unlocked if you reached intimacy lvl 6 with Camus)

-Shining Agency's Meeting Room- Haruka: P-please forgive me…! Camus: … Haruka: (To think that I spilled a coffee on Camus's senpai's script… talk about a big mistake) Camus: I don't need those kind of superficial apology. If you were indeed feeling sorry, rather than words show it within your action. Camus: If it's a for a peasant like you… that's right, you could at the very least provide me with some useful information. If you managed to do it then I might let this one slide. Camus: But if you can't even do something so simple like that, then I'll turn you into an ice. Now, choose which one you like. (choices) <I'll provide you with information!> Haruka: Of course let me provide you with information…! Camus: Hmph, good decision. Now speak. Camus: But be aware that if the content isn't to my liking, I'll automatically turn you into an ice, no matter how much you protested. <I-Ice…> Haruka: I-Ice… A-anything but that! Camus: Then you only have one option, give me some good information that you have. Camus: I'm a busy man you see, so I won't wait for that long. The time until I freeze you is 3, 2… (back to story) Haruka: Ah! Come to think of it, Camus-senpai I heard that you like sweets, right? Haruka: The other day Tomo-chan… um, my friend told me that she found this unknown cafe that serves lots of delicious sweets. Haruka: She said that not only does it looked really pretty she also guarantee the taste of it. …How about that? Camus: Not bad for a fool like you. I shall compliment you for managing to speak that out. Camus: But you never actually check out that place within your two eyes right. Then that means I can't exactly trust that info. Camus: You have to take a responsibility and accompany me to that cafe later. If it turns out that you're wrong….you knew what will happened, right?

Ch 2: (unlocked if you reached intimacy lvl 11 with Camus)

-Cafe- Camus: …Chocolate cake and fluffy tiramisu, cheesecake and berry tart. And then… Camus: …Matcha mousse and super rich caramel pudding, a monstrous banana parfait… That's all, please. Server: I understand. …Please wait for a moment. Haruka: …Y-You ordered a lot. Camus: In order to determine whether the information that you gave is truly valuable or not, I need to try them as many as possible. Camus: It'd be good if these sweets will be enough to satisfy me… Heh, I'm looking forward for the result. Haruka: …Camus-senpai. You've been putting a lot of sugar in your coffee for a while now… Camus: So what? Haruka: That… wouldn't it be bad for your body? Camus: There'd be no problem. You don't have to be worried about me because I know myself better than anyone else. Haruka: T-That's right! I'm sorry for being rude. …Also, once again I'm truly sorry for what happened. Camus: You mean that script that you made a mess of? That's also no problem. Camus: I already took a glance of it before and memorize everything. I don't need that anymore. Haruka: Eh…!? Camus: Oh my. What's wrong, My lady? Is there any problem?

Ch 3: (unlocked if you reached intimacy lvl 21 with Camus)

Ch 4: (unlocked if you reached intimacy lvl 31 with Camus)

Ch 5: (unlocked if you reached intimacy lvl 41 with Camus)

Ch 6: (unlocked if you reached intimacy lvl 51 with Camus)

[yandere-romanticaa]

Whos the best daddy: oda, jingyuan or childe?

WELCOME TO THE DADDY OLYMPICS 🔥

I shall be your fine hostess for the evening so BUCKLE UP! We have a fine selection of men here, all amazing but do not be fooled by their charms, they are beyond deadly!! In the wise words of Mr Pedro Pascal "Daddy is a state of mind." and today, we shall find out which one of these three men has what it takes!

The first man we have is the 11th Harbinger, Tartaglia! Or Childe! Or Ajax! Or however the fuck you want to call him, he has too many names!! (One is enough my good Sir.)

Renowned as a family man, Mr Tartaglia writes letters to his whole family and loves all of his siblings very much, so much so that he is willing to lie in order to keep their dreams intact. While some people might argue what he is doing is wrong (and in a way they're right) but his intentions are always pure and just wants his family to have a good life.

What a gem of a man!

We are also aware that this man is LOADED, so his family or friends do not need to worry about any expenses whatsoever, regardless of how much they cost, Mr Tartaglia has you COVERED!

However.

As unfortunate as it may be, Mr Tartaglia simply lacks the certain finesse that your classic Daddy™ requires to have. His boyish charms are out of this world but they are indeed just that - boyish!

Besides, I personally believe that he'd be more of a "Sir" type of guy. "Sir" and "Daddy" are indeed powerful authority figures but there is a slight difference there.

The final ranking for Mr Tartaglia is 6/10. He is handsome and strong, but he's too much of a kind elder brother figure, or a "Sir" to ever truly quality as a Daddy. At least, that's what I think.

Oh boy, it's getting saucy now! 🥴🤤

This is general Jing Yuan, a man renowned for his lazy and carefree attitude but behind that smile is an incredible tactician who can strike like a lion at any given moment. Despite his attitude, be very, very afraid of him.

Isn't that just so sexy of him?

Tall, husky and sweet, Jing Yuan fits the mold of "Daddy" quite nicely. And to top it off, he has a young child under his care! Their interactions are heartwarming and precious, I can't stop staring at the screen whenever the two are on it and I know for a fact that I'm not alone there <333

His out of this world voice (I'm talking about the English dub) makes me melt - if he tells me to do something, I will do it.

No questions asked.

His authority as a general also gives him great power and leverage as well. A kind man who has the ability to crush anyone who gets in his way is always an amazing Daddy™!

I simply must give this beautiful general a perfect 10/10 score! 😍

And finally, the last man of the hour is the darling Oda Sakunosuke, or Odasaku for short! <33 :3

Where, oh where do I begin with this man? He has the blood of many people on his hands and yet, he managed to worm his way into the heart of the Port Mafia's youngest but most dangerous executive that has ever lived, which is nothing to scoff at I assure you.

While his status as a mafioso gives an air of uncertainty about his whereabouts and well being, it is safe to say that he, like Jing Yuan, is quite the Daddy™. Kind, caring but also incredibly humorous, he is the ideal package. Walks and coffee shop dates would be beyond interesting with this man and besides, I'm sure that his long and slender fingers will be good for other things besides writing! ;)

This man also takes care of an entire gaggle of orphans! Isn't he just amazing?!

Unfortunately, there is one glaring issue though -

His kids are dead!!

That's right you heard it here folks, his kids got blown up! Don't worry Odasaku, I'll be more than happy to give you as many kids as you want! Do you want a son? A daughter? Both??

My body is READY!

As much as I want to give this man a 10, his job and the fact that his kids are blown to bits knocks out a point. I'm sorry Odasaku, but your final ranking is a strong and massive 9/10.

Folks, this is where you step in! Yes that's right, YOU! YOU vote which one of these men is the ✨ ULTIMATE DADDY! ✨

[anfie-in-the-box]

Rest for both wicked and weary

Notes

The eleventh of October is my birthday, but no congratulations needed — I only celebrate by gifting things to other people. Please have this piece dedicated to @dragon-tamer-1, who I value endlessly. The prompt was Error and Dream relaxing peacefully; I'm not sure if it's particularly fluffy, there's definitely some angst here, but even more Hurt/Comfort.

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Dream prepares for his visit to the Anti-Void painstakingly. He wears clothes of soft gray shades, only leaving the tiara and the cape untouched, so it doesn't bother Error's weak eyesight yet has enough colour to attract his attention. Then Dream gets a cane — in the Anti-Void, vast and ever-changing, you don't believe your eyes; you stay vigilant and keep your step light, weightless almost. Luckily, Dream isn't a normal skeleton, he just has a body of one; and even that can be corrected with the right training. Or just experience, he supposes; oh, how he used to shamble around, making Error laugh, before he realised he could use a cane. Like a blind being, only he is indeed blind in the Anti-Void, like all not-errors are. He's a stranger there, and since he can't become an error, an unwelcome one.

Dream sighs, putting on thin gloves, just in case. He's ready now. 

It takes time to focus properly — the Anti-Void is utterly chaotic, constantly rebuilding itself, and full of creatures beyond comprehension. Some of them are capable of feeling, some aren't, some feel but so differently Dream is left confused — he's too used to his empathic abilities. 

But eventually, finally, he finds the right being. So he teleports. 

Error instantly spots him, even though Dream appears behind him. He might be half-blind with that poor eyesight of his, but his intuition is impeccable — at least when it comes to beings with souls, which Dream is. 

"I was waiting for so long," Error complains, irritated. "How many tries did it take to find me?" 

"Just one," Dream smiles widely. "It took more time, but I managed to find you in one try." He knows he sounds very proud of himself, but that's okay. With Error, he's allowed to feel and think unapologetically. Error, though he demands attention, lets Dream go just as easily. And besides, they teach each other many things — Error knows how to be selfish very well indeed and learns from Dream how to be more empathetic and considerate.

They work together quite nicely.

Lost in his pride, Dream forgets to use the cane and immediately trips and falls — not right on his face though — there are blue strings keeping him airborne. He giggles awkwardly and says, "Thanks." 

"Yeah, yeah, tell me how great I am." Error doesn't turn around but Dream knows he grins. He can't help smiling in return. 

"You can put me down now, you know," Dream half-suggests, half-asks while wiggling slightly to try and untangle himself without Error's help. Tough luck. 

"As if you could escape on your own!" Error gloats. "I hold the entire universes, a small guardian like you doesn't stand a chance!" 

"Yet Ink manages," Dream disagrees carefully. 

"That cheater doesn't have a soul. You do." 

Now that's something Dream hasn't pondered over. Not right now either — as soon as Error sets him free, he scurries to his blue bean bag chair — this time using the cane, of course, — and sits down — lies down almost. It's warm and soft. Cozy. So big it's more of a bed than a chair; which might as well be true, there's nothing else here resembling a bed, and Dream knows for sure Error loves sleeping.

"Where did you even get your bean bag from?" Dream asks, ready to hear it's stolen like chocolate from Underfell and the lives of innocents from any other AU. 

Error doesn't reply instantly. Dream even considers standing up and looking Error in the sockets to see what's wrong, but then he finally says, "I actually don't remember. Like it's always been there, maybe even before me."

Who knows, it might be true. The Anti-Void contains and loses all sorts of creatures, after all. 

Error sounds distressed like he always is when his memory acts up, so Dream hurries to roll closer and asks, "A pinkie?" 

"A hand," Error replies, every sound of a single word glitching. 

Dream gives him a bare hand — he still hasn't found gloves tender enough to pacify Error's glitching fits. For some reason it's easier for him to touch Dream's bones than any fabric they'd tried. 

Perhaps it's time to ask if Error has any idea why. When he gets better, of course. Hopefully it doesn't last long.

Dream squeezes Error's hand and gets a squeeze in return. At least he's conscious and not rebooting…

"You feel… different. There's more, er, something other than magic in you. Magic in skeleton-monsters or even monsters in general is more solid than whatever you're made of. Not even ghosts are anything like you." Error explains. 

"Positivity," Dream clarifies. "I'm made of positity. Not entirely, my bones are just that — magical bones; but even those are covered with positive energy. And my eye-lights, my insides, my attacks are all pure positivity." 

"Well, that explains it," Error shrugs. "You're basically so much of a sunshine it overwhelms my phobia and cancels it. As much as it can be canceled, I suppose." 

"Does it really help though? My presence, my… touch?" Dream pauses before the last word, feeling all warm yet uncertain. 

He knows it does. And knows Error knows he knows. But hearing the answer and believing it are two different states of mind. Dream's yet to reach the second one. 

And so Error answers absolutely honestly, "It does."

The two of them then sit together, still holding hands, resting in peace and quiet.

Later Error might or might not steal a book or a few and make Dream read to him, and Dream will read, silently reminiscing about the days of old, when his brother was alive but not happy, not since the villagers came to be. He loved the books though, and loved reading them to Dream, though the little guardian of positivity was beside the Tree less and less, helping the villagers where he could, and then where he couldn't but still did, because people demanded. The memories are bittersweet, and even later Dream will share a few with Error, and Error will listen attentively, and then share his own foggy memories of the past, full of inconsistent and even missing bits.

"A hug and a trip to that version of Outertale I found?" Error asks suddenly. 

"Sounds like a plan," Dream beams. Error rarely requests hugs but that just makes them even more precious to the guardian of positivity. 

So they stand up — Error effortlessly, Dream's with a bit more difficulty, he's not exactly used to furniture like Error's bean bag, — and embrace. 

"Is the texture of my clothes still good?" Dream asks when they let go of each other. 

Error nods, grinning, "Perfect, as I deserve."

"Glad to hear that. Outertale?" 

"Yeah. It's unlike most of the AUs where some people manage to evacuate. True genocide, nobody left. You won't feel a thing, not a single grieving or furious soul," Error looks at Dream with pride. 

"That's… really smart, actually." Dream says thoughtfully. "Nothing to make me stronger, but also nothing to make me weaker or attract Corrupted." 

"Of course it's smart. It was my idea after all." Error boasts and opens a portal. "You first." 

Dream smiles at him and makes his first step into outer space. He's not afraid; he won't be alone in its solitude. 

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Notes

Lots and lots of headcanons here!

Anti-Void being full of non-existent things, Dream's true nature peaking through his skeleton form... It was really nice to finally share those.

Also very proud of the title choice here. It came to me naturally. I instantly knew — that's it. As perfect as anything in this world can be.

[sleptrn]

Opera x fem!Reader (Fluff)

-tired opera, sleep deprived opera, comfort, caretaking, gentle kisses, comfort kisses, gentle words, cheesy lines, hand holding, back hugs, admiration, basically fluff on top of fluff.

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enjoy :)

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It was a boring, uneventful day. Opera was sitting by the couch as usual, sipping on his cup of Hell's Grey Tea after a long day of tolerating and managing that tiring, god-forsaken principal. He clearly didn't get any sleep last night, it's quite obvious after seeing how concentrated his dark circles look.

He looks exhausted and miserable, yet he still assures anyone who checks in on him that he is fine. He assured them that he doesn't have the need to nor the time to sleep, and that he's perfectly alright. Well, that's certainly a lie... but he doesn't want anyone to worry about him.

He slowly takes a sip of his tea, attempting to suppress his fatigue with some caffeine.

'Ring! Ring!'

He slightly flinches at the sound of his phone.

"Ah.." He sighed as he placed his teacup down gently and reached out for his phone.

Seriously... What exactly does Sullivan-Sama want from me n-

Oh.

Opera stared at the screen blankly.

He blinked once, then twice. At this point he was so tired that he had to narrow his eyes to make sure he wasn't daydreaming...

Then, it finally clicked to him.

Indeed, it wasn't Sullivan calling Opera, it was ( y/n). Opera's beloved. Opera's one and only.

His ears perked up slightly at the thought of talking to (y/n). Without any hesitation, Opera picked up the call.

"Hello?" (y/n)'s gentle voice echos from his phone.

"Hello (y/n)..." Opera pressed the phone against his ear softly.

"Opera...Hey. How are you?" she asked, concerned.

"I'm doing well.." he replied.

"Are you sure? You sound tired."

"I'm fine."

"Opera, be honest with me...." (y/n) sighed.

"...I'm actually fine though." he tried to reassure.

"You don't sound fine... Did you overwork yourself again? Did you pull an all nighter? Did you even get any sleep? Oh god, please don't tell me you're currently only running on caffeine..."

Opera remained silent, unsure of what to say as everything she just said was true. And though he doesn't want to worry her, he doesn't want to lie to her either.

"...sigh. I knew it. You're back at the mansion, right? Stay, I'll be right there."

(y/n) hanged up the call almost immediately.

What?

Opera just sat on the couch, stunned.

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A few minutes later, (y/n) arrived at the mansion. She welcomes herself into the huge building, already knowing where every door or hallway leads to as she swings by there often to visit Opera.

Since she frequents the mansion so often, everyone knows who she is. Thus, she really didn't have any sort of trouble reaching Opera.

(y/n) swinged open the living room door and locked eyes with a tired Opera.

God, he looks awful.

Not in a bad way.

In a 'he looks like he hasn't slept in weeks' way. Though, that is also quite bad.

"Oh my god, Opera..." She sighed.

Opera smiles slightly, exposing his heavy eyebags. His ears are no longer perked up and he's still holding onto his cup of tea.

"Hey, love." He smiles.

He then slowly turns around and places down his teacup. Ready to form a facade to convince (y/n) that he's fine.

But before he could turn back to face her again, (y/n) quickly ran up to him and wrapped her arms around him from behind.

Opera froze.

"...(y/n)?" He asked in confusion.

"Opera, you have to stop pushing yourself so hard like this.." She sighed, nuzzling her face into his back.

He slightly chuckles. "Don't worry about me, this is normal for someone working under a demon like Sullivan." He smiled slightly.

"I know. I know that. I know you're used to it... And I know it's normal. But that's no excuse to neglect your body and your health. Please, at least take this one day off and rest?" (y/n) tightens her grip around him pleadingly.

Opera stays silent for a moment, then sighs. "....Alright then. I'll take a day off to rest."

He turns around and gently held her hands in his.

"You know..." He rubs small circles around her palms, massaging them affectionately.

"I don't usually take a day off to rest... Well, I don't usually take a day off to do anything, really. But, I've already promised myself that if I were to ever take a day off, I'd spend it with you..." He says softly, slightly flustered.

(y/n) blinks in confusion. Huh?

"Why would you want to spend it with me?"

"Because, well.. when you think of day offs, you think of relaxation, fun and spending time with a person you love and cherish dearly... Believe it or not, you fit all those categories for me. Your mere presence helps me relax... I have fun doing anything as long as I do it with you... And you're a person I love and cherish dearly... So..." He looks away shyly.

After hearing Opera's sweet words, (y/n) gets slightly flustered and can't help but smile brightly. She held his hands in her own and interlocked their fingers affectionately.

Opera smiles and flushes a little before giving in to the gesture.

He has a tendency to give in to whatever (y/n) asks of him. How can he not? She's his one precious love, after all.

He bends down slightly before bringing up their interlocked fingers and planting a gentle kiss onto (y/n)'s hand.

He then smiles and proceeds to pull (y/n) closer, so close that she can feel his breath hitch.

He first plants a gentle kiss to her forehead, then the tip of her nose. Then, he slowly makes his way to her jawline...

(y/n) chuckled as he pulled away. He silently admired the beautiful gem in front of him as she gently caressed his face.

They both stared at each other longingly for a while. Admiring one another and feeling their love for each other grow by each passing second.

No longer holding back, Opera placed a hand on her waist and pulled her in for a nice, slow kiss.

It was a very gentle yet passionate kiss. They weren't rushing, they weren't trying to gobble each other up lustfully...

They were just expressing their love for one another and embracing each other lovingly. Holding onto each other as if they might never see each other again if they let go. As if there won't be a tomorrow.

Clearly, they are both going to see each other again tomorrow. They're just hopeless, clingy romantics.

But by doing such affectionate things with the one person he loves most, and by having (y/n) care for him.... Opera already feels his fatigue slowly fading.

As long as I have (y/n), I feel like I can get through anything...

I love her so much.

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OKAY IM AWARE MY ENGLISH ISNT THE BEST ESPECIALLY HOW I KEPT SWITCHING FROM PAST TENSE AND PRESENT TENSE BUT HEY WE GOT RHE FLUFF AND THATS ALL THAT MATTERS...

hope you enjoyed this!! Sorry for any grammar mistakes I'm currently half asleep and do not have the energy to proofread🥲

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[sunnys-aesthetic]

Hello!

I'm not sure if you're still answering asks concerning your DCA Detective AU, so if you're not, feel free to ignore.

My question is: Who is this Pops? If I got it right, he's the boys' creator who died "due to health complications".

What was his relationship like with the boys, Eclipse especially? I assume there's some good stuff, as I remember you mentioning that Eclipse learnt some engineering skills from him, and decided to find out more behind his death (is that right? And that is what got him mad, infected, and a mafia boss in the first place?)

What is Pops' backstory? Is it something dark, that led to his death, like the past coming back to get him (what if he didn't die because of health issues but of something else and that was just a cover???).

And also...

Here to say that I really appreciate your work and art, I love the AUs you've come up with! Looking forward to seeing more of our favourite detectives and faes! And... this might be a bit of a sore topic, but I read the earlier ask about Sleuth Jesters and Naffeclipse. I feel so awed with how you handled it. I understand how people feel when something of theirs is used by another person, and even with credit they are not the more popular one. I don't think its my place to say this, but I'm proud with how you managed it. I don't know what goes on out of the phone, off the screen, but I admire your strength with this issue. It's great to know you're getting more recognition for this wonderful idea you brewed! And your art, scrumptious!

Of course, if all this makes you uncomfortable, you are welcome to ignore and delete.

Sending hugs <3

Woah! I just wanna say first and foremost: thank you for liking my stories and my characters! sorry it took me so long to respond, I have lots going on always all at once but since I’m taking today off to just unwind I’ve finally got a moment to type this up,

There’s toons of questions here to let me address them all!

1. Pops is indeed an old man who created sun, moon, and eclipse! Think of him as the Geppetto who created his own Pinocchio’s.

2. Pop’s story was definitely not dark at all, but it’s not to say he didn’t have some life struggles here and there. He was a mechanic, an engineer and a brilliant man, he simply wanted to show everyone bots could be taught just as humans can grow.

3. He was a very beloved man and mechanic in the small section of the city he lived in, basically everyone in the block and knew him or recommended his shop to get your repairs done at!

4. Im still undecided on his fate, but the gist of it was that pops discovered the mega corporation that was fazbear.co was doing shady business and human experimentation on their robots (along with some cold cases on various children) , and planned to tell his local paper, which he did! And while it gained traction, almost a month after a ‘accidental fire’ took place in his shop and it is assumed he died in it because his body wasn’t recovered. He just went missing :( along with any evidence that could incriminate the corporation.

5.eclipses and pops relationship was really close! they were family and eclipse saw him as a father figure :) . Eclipse became a detective, looked after his brothers and they kept the shop (they had to rebuild it) and was promoted to head chief , and sun and moon also grew up to be detectives, the best in their courses of course! Basically it was tough but things were actually starting to look bright and hopeful again.

Lastly, from the bottom of my heart thank you for your kind words. And I’m a little embarrassed honestly , I’ve never heard someone say they admire mE but//! Thank you!! (//`ー´//)

I’m giving you the biggest hug back!

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minimalist self-care habits

One of the biggest misconceptions about taking care of yourself is the systematic and erroneous association of self-care with extreme consumerism. This idea conveys the image of self-care as something reserved to those who can afford it. The truth is, and many already know this, there are countless ways to be good to yourself without spending more than necessary.

☐ Get enough sleep. A child would need 10 to 12 hours of sleep per night. The average is between 7 and 9 hours for an adult. I can never say it enough, but sleep is an important part of our lives. Value it highly. It's an elementary need: not getting enough sleep puts us at risk of developing numerous chronic diseases: such as high blood pressure, diabetes, heart failure, coronary heart disease and some types of cancer. You are also more likely to suffer a stroke.

☐ Turn the volume down. Since I'm riding the wave of how we 21st century people are neglecting our health, I also want to stress the importance of auditory health. If, like me, you love to spend hours with headphones on, consider turning down the volume. I know it's much more enjoyable to experience it fully, but having gone through the terrible experience of tinnitus, I bitterly regret it. There is a simple way to track your auditory health: please check your smartphone's headphone safety features.

☐ Don't neglect your medical appointments. I have always been very anxious about it. Not to the point of pulling my hair out, but I used to postpone my appointment so much that I sometimes forgot why I even wanted to go. There are countless of reasons why we may not like to go to the doctor, but the truth is that health issues simply cannot wait. It is equally important to go see your doctor even if you think you are in perfect condition.

☐ Be physically active. Always keep in mind that your body, like your mind, needs to be stimulated. Besides allowing you to manage your weight more effectively, sport improve your brain health, reduces health risks and strengthens both your muscles and your bones.

☐ Watch your language. It's more personal, but it introduces a sense of discipline into your mind. The turns of phrase, the informal language, the way we speak, the choice of words, the syntax… Speaking is the perfect expression of the mind. This does not mean abolishing the use of crude words, but rather regaining control, becoming master of your language again. Your words should never exceed your thoughts. In my opinion, a rich language reflects the attention the speaker pays to it. When was the last time you learned a new word?

☐ Clean your space. The cleanliness of your living space has a big impact on your productivity. A messy space can lead to a messy mind. Home is, for many of us, the place we feel most comfortable: keeping your living space clean and organized naturally improves the quality of your life, your sleep and your health. Clean regularly, let the sun shine in and air out daily.

☐ Avoid ads. Easier said than done. But try not to have your mind parasitized by the multitude of advertisements we are flooded with. I don't watch television. I do have access to a music platform so I don't have to deal with the constant stream of ads on YouTube.

☐ Go for a walk. Pretending to discover your city or town anew can do wonders for a mind in need of a little distraction. Check out some of the free events that may be happening near you. Visit a park you've never been to before.

☐ Give yourself a reason to wait. Try to establish a ritual of patience. In other words… You stop binge watching every new show you start and you take your time to appreciate it.

☐ Stimulate your mind. The internet has given us more ways than ever to keep our minds busy. For those who know me a little, I am a big fan of reading. And if physical books can indeed be expensive, you can find some really good ones for free in .pdf format. In fact, some kind souls have even gone so far as to share entire drives of them on Tumblr... Going further in my reflection, I think that the scourge of our century is the intellectual lethargy: everything is at our fingertips, why bother reading a whole book when I have access to a detailed summary of only a few pages? Beyond the spiritual enrichment, it is also a proof of patience to seize a book and give it three hours of your time. I sincerely believe that as human beings, we owe it to ourselves to keep our senses and our minds alert. Reading is a great way to exercise our brain as it helps stimulate our cognitive abilities. It allows us to develop our capacity for memorization, reflection, analysis and imagination. Try coloring for adults (yes, it's a thing: ■ ■). There are also many games for adults online with the aim of stimulating memory and improving concentration (■, ■.). Try solving online puzzles, fake criminal investigations, math problems? Learn how to code (with Codecademy for example, which offers many courses for free). Take language courses. Many general knowledge quizzes are also available to anyone who is interested (■) . The web is a real goldmine in terms of resources and many are available for free.

☐ Finally, this list would be meaningless without me asking you to learn to relax. Give yourself a day off if you need to. It is essential to take it easy, to get your nose out of your planning, to look up from your screen and breathe in some fresh air through the window. I advise all those who try to relax to start a digital detox: we must learn to relax independently, without a screen and regain control over the objects of our stimulation.

My lists are intended to be personal. If you find them useful, that's great. Feel free to rewrite them! Don't hesitate to ask questions or send me your comments and ideas for next articles.