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✦ percy’s last words (almost)
summary: percy mistakes melatonin gummies for regular ones… and is convinced he has met his life’s end wc: 900
you walked into your room and nearly burst out laughing when you saw percy sprawled across your bed on his back. he was holding a dark blue bottle of something tight in his hands— maybe medicine— like it was some sort of lifeline.
his eyes were droopy, but there was this wild panicked look in them as he stared at the ceiling, looking like he was seriously going through something.
he was blinking slowly, like even that act alone was taking up all his energy.
“percy… what’s going on?” you asked, a hint of laughter in your voice as he gave you a slow half smile.
he took his gaze towards you, his expression somewhere between dazed and happy to see you.
“hey…” he mumbled, holding up the dark blue bottle up infront of him and squinting at it. “did you know you have these little blue gummies?” he asked. “they’re… so good.”
“what little blue gummies, perce?” you asked, as you slowly sat down on the bed next to him.
“these ones,” he responded as he turned on his side to see you, blindly waving the bottle in the air as you scooted closer.
you gently took the bottle from his hands. your eyes widening as you read the label.
“percy,” you looked at the drowsy boy in question, “these are melatonin gummies.”
“melatonin? like— for sleep?”
you nodded slowly, eyes flickering back to the bottle that was literally empty.
he sat up suddenly. he looked at the bottle like it had suddenly turned on him, his face slowly shifting from blissful to horrified.
“oh gods… oh gods,” and then it started.
“i ate a lot! a whole lot! like— the whole bottle.”
he looked back at you with eyes wide and panicked. “am i gonna die? am i going to die? i’m going to die.”
you tried to hold back a laugh but you failed completely. “you’re not gonna die, percy! you’re just gonna be… really really sleepy.”
he looked far too anxious for someone in a semi-comatose state. “when i said i love sleeping more than anything, i didn’t actually mean it! i don’t want to literally sleep forever.”
“wait wait wait, what’s 8 times 50?” he muttered to more himself than you, looking severely stressed.
“8 hours of sleep, 50 gummies…” he continued murmuring panickedly, counting his fingers on his hand and his eyes narrowing as he ltried to work it out.
“okay, i was never good at math, but, i know that’s a lot of hours.” he came to his conclusion. “oh gods, i’m going to be asleep forever.”
you were 2 seconds away from falling into a fit of laughter, and you were fighting the biggest smile ever.
“relax sleeping beauty,” you said through a laugh, “that’s not how it works. worst case scenario, you’d take a little trip the hospital. and that’s for humans, not half bloods.”
he seemed to have a million thoughts running through his mind, before he suddenly clutched your hand, his face looking more worried than ever.
in through one ear, and right out the other.
“—but what if i never wake up?” he swallowed thickly with his brows knitted together, looking more worried now than he ever looked fighting a literal monster.
“i don’t want to go out because of some stupid blue gummies! my last words can’t be about gummies!”
“maybe use this as a lesson, — you shouldn’t eat everything that’s blue, perce.” you teased slightly, laughing as he looked at you.
“don’t turn this on me! it’s not my fault i—“ he started to defend himself, before pausing and seemingly coming to a realization.
“wait… you’re not saying i’m wrong… you’re just accepting it.” he turned away from you, slowly shaking his head at the ceiling as his lips turned downwards, disappointment overtaking his features.
“even you know i’m going to die.”
“percy.” you said, trying to keep your voice as serious as possible, but a laugh was about to break at any second.
“listen to me: you are not going to die. i know you are not doing to die.”
he was in fact, not listening to you. the melatonin gummies seemed to have clouded every one of his senses.
“i really wanted my last words to be something epic, you know?”
“oh really?” you said flatly, trying to keep a straight face.
he was still totally panicked, but he was somehow giving you the softest, most lovesick look.
maybe feeding into this a little wouldn’t be so bad. “don’t worry, you still have some time left, why don’t you say them now?”
“i’m being serious,” he mumbled quietly, like he could see the fact that you were perceiving this as the funniest thing in the world, and not his final moment with you.
“alright i’m sorry perce,” you responded softly, pushing back your laughter to a deeper depth than tartarus. “go ahead and tell me your epic last words, i promise i won’t laugh.” you shook your head as you pressed your lips into a line, “this is super serious.”
his grip on your hand loosened as he started to relax, his eyelids drooping.
“okay well,” he started, content with your words now. “you’re, like… the smartest and funniest person i know. you’re really pretty, too.” he said, giving you a lopsided, lovesick smile.
“you’re the best, kinda like a blue gummy, but… in a really good way.” he spoke— he must’ve thought he was shakespeare with that one.
“you’d never make me so sleepy that i die. you’d never turn on me like those blue gummies.”
he sighed sadly as he neared the end of his final monologue, letting his head rest against your shoulder as his eyes slowly shut. “you’re my favorite.”
you smiled at him as he finally lost the grand battle between him and sleep. “you’re my favorite too, perce. i love you.”
no response, just his soft breaths, and even softer grip he had on your waist.
that now left you with a fast-asleep percy, an empty bottle of gummies, and the perfect story to annoy him with when he woke up.
if he woke up…
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Rocket - Lewis Hamilton (NSFW)
Part of 1K Jukebox Event
song: Rocket - Beyoncé
pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!
genre: smut
wordcount: +3k
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Nothing says vacation quite like a long bath—hot, bubbly, and quiet enough to make me forget just how close I was to a burn out barely 5 days ago.
I sink down a little further into the tub, letting the water glide over my shoulders, and close my eyes, letting myself drift.
And that’s when I hear the door creak open.
“Didn’t mean to distract you” he says, though I can hear in his voice he’s anything but sorry.
I open one eye, and there he is, leaning against the doorframe with his usual easy smile. He’s fresh from the beach, beads of water still clinging to his skin, his trunks hanging low on his hips, as if he planned this pose just to watch me stare him down.
“Well, if it isn’t Sir Hamilton himself” I tease, stretching my arms along the rim of the tub. “Come to see if I’ve fallen asleep in here?”
He grins, taking a step inside and closing the distance. “Didn’t seem right, you here all by yourself.”
“Really considerate of you” I reply, lifting my chin. “Or maybe you just wanted a peek?”
“Can you blame me?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he walks closer, setting his hands on the edge of the tub, eyes dropping to take in the curve of my body beneath the bubbles.
And I’m suddenly very aware of how little separates us. He’s watching me with that familiar look, the one that says he’s happy to wait, but he’ll enjoy every second of making me squirm until then.
I could pretend I don’t know what I’m doing as I lean back, letting the bubbles slide down a little, just enough to tease him. “Well,” I murmur, “it’s not a bad view, I guess. If I were in your position, I’d want a closer look too.”
He chuckles, reaching for the bottom of his trunks as if that’s all the invitation he needs. I watch, fully expecting him to pull me out of the tub and straight to the bedroom. But instead, he lets his trunks fall to the floor, slips into the tub, and positions himself right behind me.
He’s got that effect, that way of changing the game in an instant, flipping my plans like they’re nothing.
And it works. His legs brush along mine as he settles in, his hands finding my shoulders, thumbs digging in gently as he starts to massage. It’s slow, almost tender, like he’s savoring every touch.
“So,” he says, his voice low and close to my ear, “what have you been up to today?”
I laugh, letting my head fall back onto his shoulder. “Relaxing. Isn’t that why you dragged me all the way to this island for? No internet, no communication…”
His hands slide down a little, fingers tracing the line of my collarbone before finding their way back to my shoulders. “And here I thought it was so we could spend time together.”
“Mm, maybe both” I say, tilting my head to look up at him. He’s so close I can feel the warmth of his breath on my skin, smell the salt from the ocean still lingering on him.
There’s a glint in his eyes, that playful, cocky look that gets me every time. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
“What about you?” I ask, arching a brow. “How many waves did Miles got pulled under?”
“Let’s not talk about that, love.” His fingers drift lower, thumbs brushing over the tops of my shoulders, lingering just long enough to make my heart race.
“You really think I’m just gonna sit here and let you touch me like that?” I say, shifting a little to get comfortable.
The moment I move, though, I feel it—him, already hard against my back. And it’s my turn to grin, the kind of grin that tells him he’s not getting out of here easily.
“Am I making you uncomfortable?” I asks, and there’s that edge of impatience in his breathing that always sends a thrill down my spine.
Although, it does sound more like he’s holding back just enough to see how far I’ll push him.
“Not uncomfortable” her murmurs, shifting just a little more, letting his hand rest casually on my thigh.
I bite my lip, feigning innocence as I let my hand drift upward, fingers brushing his skin in a way that I know drives him crazy.
His grip tightens on my waist, and I can feel his breath hitch, just for a second. That’s all I need to know he’s on the edge of giving in. “You know” he says, his voice a little lower, a little rougher, “I’m a patient man.”
“Sometimes, patience is overrated, though” I reply, smirking as I lean back into him.
His hands roam over my arms, fingers brushing the line of my neck, and I can feel every muscle in my body start to respond. He’s right there, right where I want him, and I know he’s not going to stop until he’s got me exactly how he wants me.
And honestly? I’m not about to stop him. Because I know the game I started, and focusing on feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat against my back, it’s all I can do not to melt right here.
I glance up and catch his reflection in the mirror across the room. His gaze is focused, darker than before, as if he’s mentally three steps ahead, yet he’s holding himself back—barely.
His fingers hover along my waist, a teasing line that just hints at where he wants to go, but he’s waiting, giving me this bit of power, letting me set the pace.
So, I had to push him.
Slowly, I take his hand and guide it up, trailing over my body until his fingers cup my breast under the warm water. A smirk tugs at the corner of my lips as I feel his breath stutter against the back of my neck.
“I can see you want to touch me” I murmur, pressing his hand to me as if to make it clear there’s no going back now.
His fingers tighten just enough to make my breath catch, and I feel him lean forward, his lips grazing my shoulder. “You’re making it hard to be patient, you know that?”
“Yeah” I purr, my voice deliberately soft. “That’s kind of the point.”
I reach for his other hand, guiding it lower this time, my fingers slipping down to where my own slickness has already gathered, spreading it back to coat his fingers.
I feel his intake of breath, and my pulse quickens, feeling his fingers find the slickness between my folds, slow and testing at first, his movements restrained but eager. The heat pooling in my core starts to simmer, and breathing is all I can do to keep my as he starts to move.
The rhythm he finds is perfect, intense but controlled.
My hand stays over his, feeling the taut muscles in his fingers, the way his palm fits just right, the roughened pads of his fingers exactly where I want them to be.
And every time he circles back to my clit, I can’t help but shiver, threatening to tip over into that blissful chaos he’s so good at bringing out of me.
It’s addictive, the way he works his fingers, the way he feels so attuned to every response I give.
The tension in my body coils tighter, my heart and pussy pounding as he keeps up that relentless pace, like he’s daring me to let go right here, right now.
My grip on his arm tightens as I arch back, the pleasure building, building, building until I manage to stop him.
“Slow it down,” I whisper, turning my head so I can brush my lips against his jaw. “We’ve got time.”
He lets out a quiet groan, his breathing heavy in my ear, but he listens, slowing his movements.
His fingers drag lazily now, tracing circles over my clit, gentle yet maddeningly precise, and it’s almost worse than before.
I let myself melt into him, my hands still resting over his, feeling every movement as he builds me up in slow, patient waves.
My hand keeps holding his in place as he teases, taking his time, and every gentle flick, every carefully controlled stroke sends another shudder of heat through me, each one deeper than the last.
I can feel him shifting slightly, pressing closer, his chest rising and falling against my back. It’s as if he’s pacing himself just to make me squirm, and it’s working.
The ache inside me intensifies, and it’s almost painful, just on the edge, waiting for that last push. But just as I feel myself about to tip over, his fingers stop, hovering right on the brink, leaving me in this impossible, maddening state of suspension.
I let out a breath, almost a whimper, my body tense with the need he’s left lingering. “Lewis…”
But he doesn’t move, not right away. Instead, his mouth grazes my ear, his voice low and rough. “Patience, remember?”
I shift up just a little, feeling his hands steady on my hips as I adjust, fighting for balance in the cramped space. The tub is small enough that our legs are all tangled, with his legs pressing against mine as I climb on his laps, but somehow, it just adds to the anticipation.
When my hand finds his dick under the water, I can feel how hard he already is. It makes me chuckle, a soft sound that escapes before I can stop it.
“What’s funny, love?” His voice is rough, low, almost daring me as his hands sooth the skin on my waist and lower back.
I glance back at him over my shoulder, and with a smirk, I say, “How controlled you’re trying to look” My fingers wrap around his hard dick, guiding him to press against me, feeling his resolve hanging by a thread. “You’re already rock-hard, baby.”
He groans, deep and guttural, his fingers digging into my skin just a little harder. And before I know it, his hips surge up, just enough to press the head of him against me, not quite inside but enough to make me feel that first, tantalizing stretch.
I fall silent, my breath catching in my throat, the heat of him poised right there. It’s maddening, almost torturous, the way he stops right there, leaving me on edge and hungry for more.
“Now you’re quiet,” he murmurs against my shoulder, lips brushing my skin, and the teasing edge in his voice is unmistakable.
But then he eases his hips back down, his hands shifting from my hips to my waist, and I can feel his grip firm as he starts to guide me down over him, inch by slow, delicious inch.
My breath hitches as I feel him filling me, stretching me, for real this time.
I can barely keep my thoughts straight. He’s deliberate with every movement, steady but unrelenting, and I can’t hold back the soft moan that slips out, echoing around the tiled walls of the bathroom.
The air feels thick, charged with heat and moist, and each second feels like forever as he continues to press me down, his grip grounding me while his dick fills me completely.
My core pulses as he finally bottoms out, his hips flush against mine. I rest there, feeling my muscles tighten and adjust around him, breathless and a little overwhelmed.
And when I can hear over my own heartbeat and the water on the tub, I hear him—a quiet, breathy whimper, one that tells me everything.
He’s just as undone as I am, his fingers pressing into my skin with a reverence that makes my heart start pounding again.
He leans forward, his mouth finding my shoulder, leaving soft, lingering kisses against my damp skin as every movement feels electric, each slow rise and fall of my hips dragging waves of pleasure.
I keep the rhythm as steady as I can, alternating between rolling my hips and sinking back down on him, savoring the way his breaths grow heavier, matching mine. His hands grip my waist, grounding me, and I let myself indulge in each controlled, teasing motion.
But the need thrumming in my core is impossible to ignore, and I can’t resist reaching back to guide him deeper, pressing my shoulders back against his chest to feel him fully.
The new angle pulls a long, unrestrained moan from me, one that fills the room. I’m not quiet; I don’t even try to be at this point.
I feel his lips curl into a smirk against my shoulder as he holds me close, his fingers brushing my skin with just enough pressure to make my body tighten where it feels like he’s imprinting his digits.
He groans, taking in the way my back arches for him, accommodating his every inch. “Love seeing you like this,” he whispers, his voice low and rough. “All mine.”
I lean my head back onto his shoulder, giving him a knowing smile as I let my hips move slowly, every stroke drawing out longer than the last, savoring his restraint. “Enjoying the view?”
“More than you know” he murmurs, but his hands leave my waist, slipping up to my collarbone, and he pulls me back until I’m flush against his chest, completely open to him.
The shift presses him deeper again, and I gasp, my body trembling as he pokes just at the right spot, the one that has my toes curling.
My hands find his, and I guide one of them up to rest against my neck, fingers tracing along the side of my throat.
He’s amused, and I can feel the chuckle rumbling through him as he tightens his grip just slightly, his thumb brushing the sensitive skin below my jaw. “Full of kinks today, are we?”
I just smile, knowing that’s all the invitation he needs. His hand tightens a little more, just enough to cut off my breath, leaving me lightheaded and buzzing, every nerve heightened.
I can’t help how my body responds instantly, hips rolling back to meet his with, and he doesn’t hold back.
His other arm snakes around my waist, and he starts thrusting up, each movement harder and deeper, our combined rhythm spilling water over the tub’s edge in splashes we’re both ignoring.
“Can you feel how badly I want you?” he murmurs, his voice hot against my ear. His thrusts are relentless now, each one dragging its own moan from me.
My body arches into him, completely surrendering, and I meet him with equal force, the need coiling tight and ready to snap. He laughs low in my ear, thrusting harder. “Let me feel you, love. Let go.”
And I let him take over, his pace quickening as he moves inside me with a precision that has me clutching onto his forearms for balance.
The pressure around my neck heightens every sensation, my senses flooded by him, his touch, his voice, the steady, unyielding rhythm he’s set. And then, as I lose myself in the pleasure, the edge finally comes closer drawing me deeper until I’m lost to him, wrapped up in his hands, his heat, his control.
His hand slips from my throat, settling against my collarbone with a gentle brush, his thumb tracing soothing circles, grounding me as my body clenches around him.
His other hand moves down to my clit, flicking and teasing, coaxing wave after wave of sensation that has me moaning, helplessly leaning into his touch.
My body becomes numb to anything but him, balanced between his hands and the edge of my own undoing.
When my eyes finally meet his, I see the flicker of triumph there, and before I can fully settle back, he lifts me up, rising effortlessly with me. He turns me to face him, and I just follow his lead, still hazy from the high.
He presses me sited on the edge of the tub, my back resting against the wall, and leans in, capturing my lips in a deep, unhurried kiss that leaves me breathless. I feel his still rock-hard boner brush against me, teasing my swollen clit and my entrance, and it’s almost too much, too soon.
Then his hand slips down, lifting my leg up and pulling it around his waist, holding me open as he kisses me deeply. His mouth is warm, his tongue grazing mine as he holds me steady, and I’m sure he’s going to push into me again, finally, and give me more of the fullness I’m always craving.
But instead, he breaks the kiss, looking at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes, one that promises more than I can prepare for.
And I can even react. He’s kneeling down, his fingers gripping my hips, and then he’s right there, his mouth on me, his tongue dragging along my folds with a leisurely savor.
I gasp, one hand flying to his head, clutching his damp curls as my body jerks from the oversensitivity. “Lewis, you’re– I–” My words are jumbled, barely coherent, but he just chuckles, a dark, knowing sound that vibrates against my skin.
I’m trying to pull away, but his grip on my hips is unyielding, keeping me locked in place as he devours me like I’m some forbidden treat.
His tongue flicks and swirls over my clit, leaving me trembling against his hands. He works me over with an infuriating slowness, each lick and gentle suck deliberate and unrushed.
“Too much” I manage, voice cracking as he chuckles again, ignoring my plea.
He lifts his gaze, eyes bright with a kind of wicked satisfaction, before finally pressing a kiss to my thigh and rising to meet me again.
His mouth finds mine, capturing me in a searing kiss that makes me forget every other thought but him. The taste of myself on his lips is intoxicating, and when he finally pushes into me again, I’m a mess of tangled limbs and sharp breaths, overcome by him in every way.
His hands keep my legs open as he thrusts slowly, purposefully, drawing every sensation to the surface, his lips brushing against my ear as he murmurs, “Tell me you feel how much I need you”
Each word fans the flames of my oversensitivity, and I can’t help the quiet whimpers that escape. I’m lost in him, my hands clinging to his shoulders, my entire body surrendering to his touch, every word and movement building a maddening pace.
It’s like the world outside the two of us has completely faded. Each thrust, each deep groan that slips past his lips, is as sharp and electric as the first. The way he fills me, the way he knows exactly where to press, makes me wonder if I’ll ever catch my breath again, if I can even tell where he ends and I begin.
Time slips away, but I’m vaguely aware that the sun has dipped lower, casting a warm, golden glow that filters through the bathroom, wrapping us in its embrace.
It feels like we’ve only been here for moments, but my body knows better, knows by the way my muscles burn, by the way he’s starting to lose control, his breathing heavier, his moans deepening, rough and unrestrained.
His breath is warm and ragged on my neck, his hands gripping me like he can’t hold back any longer.
And he manages to pull out just in time, spilling over my stomach, his forehead coming to rest against my shoulder as his breathing slows, each breath matched with the last flickers of sensation that hum through me.
I slide my fingers up, raking lightly through the roots of his curls as he recovers, just barely catching his breath.
The weight of him, warm and spent, against me is something I’ll never tire of. He’s still leaning on me, a little dazed, when I break the silence with a teasing, “How much you need me, huh?”
He just chuckles, low and soft, and raises his head to look at me, that familiar sparkle back in his eyes. “Don’t remember you being this sassy minutes ago”
I grin, pulling him closer, letting my lips brush against his. “Well” I murmur between us, voice still a little breathless “If it means anything, I could never get enough of you”
His lips capture mine again, slow and tender this time, the kind of kiss that feels as unhurried as the sunset outside. A reminder, as if we needed one, that no matter how many times we’ve lost ourselves in each other, it’ll never be enough.
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NSFW ALPHABET - hanta sero
ft. hanta sero x afab reader
warnings: afab reader but no pronouns used, dacryphillia, dumbification, overstimulation, i think that’s it?
notes: idk if anyone still does nsfw alphabets anymore but i think they’re fun!! this is for me and the one person that asked for this (ily) not proofread!
aftercare: what he’s like after sex
whether you’re dating or not, hanta will always clean you off with a warm, damp towel or get a shower/bath going for you. he’ll bring pajamas to the bathroom for you and have a water bottle and a snack waiting if you seemed particularly wiped out. bf hanta also loves to cuddle afterwards (prefers to be big spoon) and will kiss your neck and shoulder while he whispers how much he loves you in your ear :3
body part: his fav on both of you
on himself, i think he likes his arms and shoulders. he has a sleeper build (you can fight me on this) and will subtly flex when he sees you staring at him lmao. on you, he likes your hips - he just thinks they’re nice to look at and grab, and is definitely staring if you wear something that accentuates them. in public, he’ll usually have a hand resting there (you can’t tell me he’s not at least a little possessive) but he also love love loves to pull you towards him by your hips when he’s fucking you or eating you out
cum: anything to do with cum
i’ve said this before but hanta is just such a freak. he loves to cum inside but if he has to pull out he wants to cum on your ass, tits, stomach, face, back, you name it. he just thinks you look so pretty covered in his cum! he has several pictures of you on your knees in front of him, smiling sweetly with your face and chest painted white. oh and if he finishes in your mouth and you swallow it he’s immediately hard again.
dirty secret: a dirty secret of his
before you started dating, you were hanging out with a few others from your class in the common room when you started play fighting with mina. you leaned over him from your spot on the couch to push her, laughing as you rested a hand on his thigh to support yourself. he was hard in an instant and had to excuse himself to jerk off in the bathroom so you wouldn’t see! he has no idea why that got him so worked up to this day and refuses to tell you out of embarrassment :\
experience: how experienced is he?
i think he’s probably the most experienced out of the 1a boys, which is not to say that he’s sleeping around or anything, but he’s had a few partners before you and definitely knows what he’s doing! he understands that every body is different and he’s a fast learner as well, so even your first time together will feel natural! he’s also soooo good at eating pussy guys i cannot express this enough, he is a munch through and through
favorite position: self explanatory
probably cowgirl y’all i’m gonna be so fr. he loves this for three reasons: one being that he can see your face, two being that he can both let you control the pace and take over when you get tired (or simply when he wants to), and three being that he can get deeeeeep. he knows all the right spots to hit and will tease you about it when you can’t do it yourself, but he’ll decide to help and buck his hips up into you all the same. when you get tired and he feels your thighs start to shake he’ll pull you down to lay against his chest so he can fuck you right <3
goofy: is he funny in the moment?
he’s a funny guy!! and sex is funny sometimes!! if something awkward happens he’d much rather joke about it and get to hear your pretty laugh than pretend it didn’t happen. he prides himself on being able to make you laugh. for the most part he’s pretty into it, but that doesn’t mean he won’t make a joke if the situation calls for it!
hair: anything to do with grooming
i don’t think he shaves but he’d trim it if you asked him to or if he thought it was just getting too out of hand. he prefers you not to shave either (hanta is a bush fan idc. traverses the jungle without fear) but he also wouldn’t mind if you did, he’s completely obsessed with you and your body so he thinks you look gorgeous either way. he also doesn’t care if you shave your legs, armpits, etc, and he thinks it’s weird when other men are grossed out by body hair. like… why would he gaf
intimacy: the romantic aspect
if hanta sero is in love he is LOUD about it!! he absolutely worships you and the ground you walk on. yeah he fucks but he is also more than capable of making love. this usually happens on special occasions like anniversaries, birthdays, after a particularly nice date, etc. sometimes he gets kind of emotional, especially during sleepy morning sex, and he’ll tell you all the things he absolutely adores about you while he fucks you oh so slow. he also thinks hickies are romantic and if you give him one he’s wearing it with pride.
jack off: anything to do with it
he has a pretty high sex drive so if you’re particularly busy and don’t get to see each other much for a couple days, he’ll look back on old photos of you or the two of you together and jerk off. he’s absolutely gonna make it your problem though, it could literally be the middle of the day and you’ll get a text like “just busted to a pic of us from last week 😞 miss you baby” and??? he’s so unserious with the way he talks about it but now you’ve gotta carve out some time in your schedule to give him what he deserves
kink: a kink of his
he lovvvesssss when he fucks you so good that you start crying. he’ll shush you sweetly and wipe your tears away with his thumb all while keeping up the same pace and maybe even going harder. totally freaked out the first time it happened because he thought he did something wrong but has had a thing for making you cry since then. he’s a tiny tiny bit sadistic in this sense, he just loves knowing that he has that power over you ^^
location: his favorite place to do it
he’s not picky and, like i said, he’s obsessed with you, so he’ll pretty much fuck you wherever. he doesn’t really like having sex in a place where it’d be super easy to get caught but he’s fine with car sex. his overall favorite is definitely his or your bedroom, it’s the most comfortable and he doesn’t have to worry about rushing or keeping an eye out for other people!
motivation: what gets him going
i think he’s super big on physical touch, meaning he absolutely loves to cuddle. he loves being big spoon and nine times out of ten it doesn’t take him very long to get hard when you’re pressed up against him. this extends into everything though! rubbing his back? hard. kissing? hard. hugging you from behind? hard. he’s bricked up at everything you do tbh.
no: something he wouldn’t do
i often see people talking about him using his quirk in bed but i really don’t think he would! it’s super sticky and annoying and he doesn’t want to irritate your skin by trying to get it off. this absolutely does not mean he won’t restrain you if you want him to, he’s just not using his tape for it
oral: preference giving/receiving
i keep saying HE IS A MUNCH! AN EATER! he loves eating you out. he’s lowkey into dumbification and wants to make you cum on his tongue at least once before he fucks you, but prefers for it to be two or three times. he just loves how you get all fucked out before he’s even inside you. now, he’s only a man, so he’ll never ever stop you if you wanna suck him off, but he absolutely prefers giving over receiving
pace: fast, slow, stamina, etc
he’s somehow figured out the perfect pace at which to fuck you and has absolutely no problem keeping it up. he naturally speeds up when he’s getting close but even then it’s just soooooo good and ugh i’m in love with him. he’s slower when you’re both in more of a romantic mood and it allows him to focus on which spots and angles make you gasp and moan. he’s got hella stamina too (more below)
quickies: his opinion on them, how often, etc
he doesn’t mind a quickie! he knows what works to get both of you off so he’s more than capable of making it happen. since he likes to eat you out beforehand he definitely prefers to take his time instead, so they don’t happen too often. you’re much more likely to get all hot and bothered only for him to tell you to wait until later (much to your dismay)
risk: is he game to experiment? does he take risks?
hanta is a firm believer in trying anything once. he has a few hard no’s but otherwise he’s game for pretty much anything, especially if you bring it up. he thinks you’re much more likely to keep your sex life fun and interesting when you’re open to trying new things. it’s not a big deal to him when things go wrong and he makes sure you know that it’s perfectly fine! he always tells you he’s willing to try again if it’s something you’re particularly interested in, and genuinely means it
stamina: how many rounds can he go? how long does he last?
like i said i think his stamina is great! he can easily go two rounds with no issue whatsoever but a third will take him a bit longer to get ready for. he lasts pretty long (give or take 15-20 mins) and doesn’t usually require much downtime at all
toys: does he own toys? does he use them?
i don’t think he owns any toys personally, but he has no problem using them together. he thinks people who see sex toys as competition are lame and particularly loves using a vibe on you when you haven’t had much time together. he’ll be seated as deep as he can be inside you and stay perfectly still there while he holds a vibrator to your clit and makes you cum around him a few times. he already knew he was into overstim but the way you clamp down on him when he’s using the vibe is something he’ll never get enough of!! he also secretly wants you to use it on him but won’t bring it up unless you show interest in it.
unfair: how much does he like to tease?
hanta is suchhhhh an asshole sometimes. he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever when you get all worked up from his teasing and is actually in love with the way you beg for him. he’ll tease you in public by whispering in your ear or texting you the things he wants to do when you’re alone. he’s got a filthy mouth and never fails to make you blush at the things he says. he’s also the type to rub his tip against your clit and press against your entrance because he thinks how frustrated you get is funny <\3
volume: how loud is he?
he doesn’t moan very much, it’s mostly heavy breathing and an occasional groan when you feel particularly good. he prefers to hear the pretty sounds you make instead. he’s a big talker though! the only time he really shuts up is when he’s eating you out and even then he’s telling you how pretty you look when he replaces his tongue with his fingers. sometimes he’ll let a few breathy moans slip out when he’s about to cum but otherwise he isn’t loud at all
wild card: random headcanon
for some reason i think he takes the best nudes. like lighting, angle, content, he’s super good at making it look good. sometimes when he misses you really bad he’ll sit in his desk chair in front of a mirror in his room and record himself jerking off, his shirt riding up his stomach and his head thrown back and he just looks gorgeous. you seriously have no idea where he learned how to do all that.
x-ray: what’s going on under those clothes?
oh man. not very thick but he’s on the longer side, probably around seven inches fully erect and he knows what to do with it. he’s cut and it’s soooo pretty, his tip isn’t necessarily any pinker than the rest of him but it can be when he’s been hard for a long time. super super slight curve upwards. he has a really prominent vein that runs along the underside and it’s super sensitive, he hisses every time you drag your tongue along it and he has to pull you away from him so he doesn’t cum fast. also he’s a leaker sorry u can literally look at him and he’s got pre everywhere bruh
yearning: how high is his sex drive?
high. this boy always wants to be fucking you. actually loses his mind a little bit if you go more than a week without at least letting him eat you out. he’s turned on by basically everything you do, and even if you’re not doing anything, he’s turned on from just looking at you. he’s more likely to be up for a quickie when you’re both super busy because he hates being apart from you for so long!
zzz: how fast does he fall asleep afterwards?
he never falls asleep before you, even if he’s exhausted! he has to make sure you’re comfortable and all cleaned up before he can peacefully go to sleep. there was one time he fell asleep right after sex because he was just having the longest day ever and he still hasn’t forgiven himself for that, even though you insist it’s okay. he’s the sweetest and just wants you to be happy and comfy, i mean, you just let him fuck you, it’s the least he could do!!
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Best Friend — Daisuke x gn! reader
summery: you find Daisuke different job, dodging a bullet that would've taken his life.
tw: mentions of pony express again (ew)
a/n: this was not planned, and I'm not entirely motivated, but there's not many Daisuke fics so I'm kinda left only one option :/
wc: 1.1k
Master List
Part One | Part Two
“How about this one,” You asked, showing your screen to Daisuke. Electrician apprentice read at the top, the requirements listed below. “I know it isn’t the most exciting, but you’d make good money.”
Daisuke eyed it for a few seconds, “It’s basically what I’d be doing for Pony Express.” “Exactly,” You nodded eagerly. “Except you wouldn’t be floating in space, who knows where for…how long was it supposed to be again?”
“Like…a year and some months,” He replied back, expression darkening slightly at the thought.
“Yeah, no way,” You grumbled, reading through the rest of the job listing. “Look, they’re open to no experience, it's perfect!”
“You think they’ll actually hire me?” He asked, brown eyes looking at you anxiously. “I mean I have nothing that makes me stand out.”
“Only one way to find out,” You shrugged, clicking on the apply button. “Besides, are you saying my resume skills suck? I made you look like a 5 star option even with your lack of experience.”
“Isn’t that lying though?” Daisuked questioned, resting his head on your shoulder as you filled the form out for him (he chipped in when you didn’t know something).
“No,” You hummed. “Lots of people don’t have experience, but they gotta put something on their resume.”
As you finished, you glanced down at him, “You wanna go through with this?”
“Yeah,” He nodded with a sigh. “I really don’t wanna go to space.”
“Hmm,” you hummed again, resting your head on top of his as you hit submit. “You should tell your mom before she does anything.”
“Yeah,” He agreed. “I just don’t wanna think about it right now.”
“I know,” You murmured, allowing him to play with your fingers. “But the longer you procrastinate the more likely you’ll become an express worker.”
“You’re so responsible,” Daisuke groans. “How do you do it?”
Letting out a short chuckle, you respond, “Anxiety. And right now I’m anxious I’m gonna have to say goodbye to you, which is why we’re filling out job applications right now.”
“I love you,” He mumbled, nuzzling into your neck.
“I love you too, silly,” You murmured back, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
…
You were sitting in class when you noticed your phone light up. Daisuke’s smiling face popped up, he was calling you. Glancing up to the professor, they seemed busy enough to not notice you, so you opened your messages, typing a quick message,
What’s up? I’m in class rn
babygirl: YOU’LL NEVER GUESS QHAT HAPPENEF babygirl: oh babygirl: srry, txt u later babygirl: love you 🫶
okay! Love you too you goof <3
It was hard for you to shake the silly grin off your face for the rest of class. Daisuke always managed to make you feel like a lovesick fool, heart fluttering at every little thing he’d do. He had you kicking your feet and twirling your hair. Yeah, you were totally in the honeymoon phase, but you were enjoying every moment of that.
When you got out of class, you went outside to a quiet area on campus. Pulling out your phone, you sat on a bench and quickly hit the call button. You didn’t even get to hear the ring as Daisuke answered right away, cherrily shouting your name.
“What happened?” You asked with a smile. “You seem pretty excited.”
“I got the job!” Daisuke exclaimed, not waiting a second to tell you the good news.
“Whoa! Congrats!” You exclaimed back. “Wait, which one?”
“The factory one where I’d operate a forklift,” He replied, you could hear the smile in his voice. “My mom actually approves too.” “That’s amazing,” You felt super giddy. It felt like you had dodged a major bullet.
“Yeah,” He sighed. “It’s all thanks to you, I wouldn’t even know where to start.”
“Don’t mention it,” You shrugged, glancing up at the pink and yellow sky. Your classes always run later on these days, you couldn’t wait to go home after this call. “You’re my fr- boyfriend, I’ll always have your back.”
“You done for the day?” Daisuke asks absentmindedly.
“Yeah.”
“Come over?”
“Sure.”
…
“Thank you so much for helping Daisuke,” His mother gushed with a stressed smile. “You’re such a good influence for him. I couldn’t ask for a better partner for my son.”
“O-oh, of course,” You stammered, feeling flustered at the compliments. “He means a lot to me, I’m glad I could help.” Nodding at her politely, you walked past, heading towards Daisuke’s room. Knocking on the door, you heard his cheerful voice tell you to come in. Entering, you set your backpack by the door, plopping yourself on his bed.
“How were classes?” Daisuke asks, glancing at you from over his gameboy.
“It was fine,” You shrugged, stretching out to relieve some stress. “Nothing new.”
“Hmm,” He hummed in acknowledgement, beating the level he was on before turning the device off. “Wanna sleep over?”
“Sure,” You nodded, and Daisuke plopped himself on top of you. Ever since you started dating he had become incredibly more touchy, always touching you in some way, whether it be holding pinkies or laying on top of each other like a weighted blanket. You didn’t mind though, it was comforting, and you were a bit clingy too so at least it was mutual. Like clockwork, your hands started to run through his hair causing him to release a pleased sigh.
“Should we watch a movie?” You asked, glancing over to his stack of dvds.
“But you’re so comfy,” Daisuke whined, snuggling further into your chest.
You let out an exaggerated sigh, but made no attempt to move, instead changing the topic, “When do you start your job?”
“In a few weeks,” He mumbled. “ ‘m kinda nervous about starting a serious job, but it's better than the alternative.”
“You’ll do great,” You tried to comfort. “I just know it.”
“I think you're biased,” He grumbles, tilting his head up to make eye contact.
“Maybe just a bit,” You smiled, pinching his cheek lightly. “But I’d be a shitty partner if I didn’t encourage you.” Daisuke watched you fondly, he’s not sure what he did to deserve someone like you.
As you both laid in his bed, soaking in the other's presence, everything was alright. Neither of you know just how much of a bullet Daisuke had missed, the ship he was fated to join if he were to work at Pony Express had gone missing. When the news broke, the both of you couldn’t help but be horrified. What if that was the ship he joined? Not to mention the news of Pony Express going bankrupt, if Daisuke went as an intern it wouldn’t have gone far.
Daisuke and his mother were even more grateful that you managed to find him a different job. Even if he didn’t enjoy it, it was better than whatever happened to the ill fated crew of the Tulpar.
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Hiii spotty 💕💕💕
🎃 + rain
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Saturn you’re the best and knocked so many times at my inbox door. Thank you so much. It’s so much fun to have these little challenges. I hope you like them as they appear over the next 24hrs or so.
So 477 words with rain at the heart of them. We start these prompts with a tiny drip 💧 of angst. 😘
He used to like rain, well maybe that’s an exaggeration but he didn’t hate it. It’s different now and it’s not exactly hate, it’s something else, something that’s maybe worse.
Light showers are fine and as time has passed he’s gotten better at dealing with slightly more intense weather too, it doesn’t stop him going out anymore.
Storms however are different. Thunder keeps him inside. He knows it won’t always be like this, he’ll get better at tolerating them eventually. He will, and at least there tends to be weather warnings for big storms which means he can plan and Bobby will make him man behind without any comment. At least that’s not necessary tonight, they’re off shift and he can hide by himself and no one will know how his heart races or his palms sweat when the flashes come.
Even if he’s under the covers he can still see the flash.
It’s helpful to remind himself that storms don’t last forever and the feelings they generate won’t either. So yes he gets a bit twitchy when the thunder rolls, but it’s understandable isn’t it, it’s not really been that long since it happened. It’s ok to still be working through things.
The knock on his door still makes him jump though, heartbeat accelerating just a little as he startles at the unexpected noise.
He’s not expecting anyone but there’s a limited number of options as to who it might be so maybe he’s not that surprised to open the door and find Eddie standing there. His best friend greets him with a simple ‘Hey,’ and the smallest of smiles.
There are lots of things Eddie could say next, things you might expect him to say to explain why he’s standing on his doorstep unexpected and technically uninvited, (although Eddie never needs an invitation). He might say anything from, ‘I was just passing’ to ‘I know how much you hate storms so I came over’ He might say I fancied a beer or wanna watch the game with me. He could say I was worried about you it’s meant to be bad tonight and maybe all of them would be true but that’s not why he’s here.
There’s a look in his eyes you could call haunted.
Buck knows Eddie and he remembers what he said. How he knew, how he must have counted the seconds, because he knew - he knew precisely; three minutes and seventeen seconds.
It’s a long time to wait for someone to come back. Buck’s always been glad it hadn’t been him doing the waiting this time.
Buck thinks that Eddie doesn’t much like the rain either.
He smiles back and steps aside welcoming him in, because there’s a storm coming and neither of them want to face it alone and that’s ok because they don’t have to. They have each other.
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hii I love your account and I love that you write for both of my boys so many accounts just pick one but they’re both so cute.
I was wondering if you can write Dave Mustaine as a dad, you always write him so sweet and excited to be a dad I just wanna see him once the little one is already born and maybe through their milestones. he def cries for their first day of school.😭🖤
YES!!! DAVE IS SUCH A GOOD DAD :(
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I don't think I could ever forget that first time when I saw Dave holding our baby boy. His hands, furious on stage, were so fragile then. Our precious boy had just come into the world, and Dave was looking at him, knowing he was the only thing that mattered. From that moment on, I knew he would be the best dad he could be.
Dave's always been protective, even before we had our son. But when that little boy came along, it was like Dave's heart cracked wide open. He wasn't just Dave Mustaine anymore. He was a father, and everything else seemed to take a back seat.
I remember the moment that our son uttered his first word. It wasn't "Dada," as Dave had been hoping. No, our little one, big, eyed and curly red haired, just turned to me and said, "Mama." The expression fell off Dave's face, and then he just laughed. He pulled our boy up into his arms and said, "You've got good taste, kid."
From then on, Dave became even more involved in every little milestone. The day our son learned to crawl, Dave would lie down on the floor with him, pretending to be a tiger or some sort of monster. Our boy would laugh so much he would fall over, and Dave would pick him up, telling him what a brave boy he was.
Then came the first steps. It was Sunday afternoon and we were in the backyard. Dave was teaching our son to kick a little ball when, all of a sudden, he let go of Dave's hand and took two wobbly steps toward me. Dave's eyes went wide and for a second he looked like he might cry. "Did you see that? " he asked, beaming. He ran over, scooped our son up in the air, and then started spinning him around, as if he'd just won some kind of award. "You're walking, buddy! You're walking!"
As the years passed, Dave was becoming clingier. Sweetly so, but you could just tell he simply couldn't stand to miss out on one thing. I would tease him a lot. "You're more nervous than I am," I'd say. And he'd just smile and say, "I want him to have everything I didn't."
Then came the moment when our son had to go to school. Dave went into a mini meltdown. "What if he's not ready? What if the kids are mean to him? " he'd pace the living room, and I'd remind him that our son was resilient, just like his dad, but Dave continued to fear. It was honestly quite cute.
The morning of his first day, Dave insisted on driving him. I'll never forget the look on his face when our boy waved goodbye from the preschool classroom door. Dave tried to smile, but once we were back at the car, he wiped his eyes and said, "I just want to keep him safe." School was an adjustment for all of us.
"Oh, sweetheart..." I would coo, reaching to wipe his tears. "He's gonna be just fine."
Our son loved it preschool, but Dave missed having him around all the time. He'd come home after a day on tour and immediately ask, "Did I miss anything?"
I'd tell him about the little things, how our son was learning to write his name or how he now had some new favorite dinosaur. Dave would always feel like he was missing something. I knew he really didn't like being away from the house for too long.
One night, I entered our son's room after he had already gone to sleep and found Dave seated on his bed. The tooth our boy had just lost was the prize clutched in his hand, just after replacing it with a 1 dollar bill under his pillow. "He's growing up so fast," he whispered. He stroked a hand over our boy's red hair, and for a second, he was vulnerable. A side of Dave you knew you were special to get to see it.
"I feel like I'm missing it..." But Dave wasn't missing anything. And when he would go on the road, he'd call every night, wanting to hear about our son's day. He listened to stories about kids on the playground and homework struggles, always encouraging, always proud. And when he was home, he made it a point to attend everything, big or small. Whether it was a school play, a soccer game, or sitting on the couch watching cartoons, Dave was there.
Then the teenage years came, and along with them, the first heartbreak. Our son had his first crush, a sweet girl from his class. They went on a couple of 'dates', and Dave was in his glory. He'd give our son little pep talks about how to be respectful and kind to a lady. But that girl broke our son's heart, and Dave was furious. I had to restrain him from marching over to her house to give her a piece of his mind.
"He needs to go through this, Dave," I said. "It's part of growin' up." Dave shook his head, his fists clenched. "I hate seeing him hurt." I brushed his thick red hair away from his face and looked into his eyes. "We can't always be there to protect him. He needs to learn this world on his own."
That night, Dave sat with our son in his room, the two of them alone. I stood out in the hall and didn't feel like intruding, but I could hear them talking. "You'll be okay," Dave was saying. "I know it hurts now, but you're strong. You'll get through this. Me and your mom are here." I heard our son sniffle and then Dave, in his most tender voice, reply, "I'm always here for you, buddy. No matter what."
As the years passed, Dave never let his guard down. The year our son was to fly out of the nest to college, Dave just could not seem to let go, wanting to make sure that our boy had everything he needed. He spent days packing and unpacking his things, then rechecking everything three times over.
The morning we dropped him off at the dorm, Dave hugged him so tight, I thought he might not let go. "You call me if you need anything," he said. "Anything at all."
Our son smiled, rolling his eyes a little but hugging Dave just as tight. "I will, Dad. Don't worry." We were driving away, and Dave didn't say much but had his hand on the dashboard with fingers tapping nervously on it. For quite some time, nothing else was said, until he finally turned to me and asked, "He's going to be okay, right?"
"He'll be more than okay," I told him. Dave nodded, but wasn't satisfied. He always wants to do more, be more present. But our boy was all grown up, and Dave had to learn to trust he had done enough. Sure enough, Dave still phones him every chance he gets. And when our son comes home on holidays or breaks, to Dave is like it's the best present.
He's everything I could have ever hoped for in a husband and father, sweet, protective, and yes, sometimes a little too clingy. But I wouldn't have it any other way.
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paring(s) -> ATEEZ x reader warning(s) -> SUGGETIVE note -> HAPPY HALLOWEEN !!
y/n’s perspective
“I really wonder how they’re older than I am,” Jongho said as I laughed. San and Wooyoung were arguing about what I should dress for Halloween, which was a bit silly since they fought against putting cat ears or fox ears on my head.
Yeosang just smiled at their stupid behavior… mainly with evil intent because he and Seonghwa already agreed on my outfit and had it in their room away from the two fighting.
“y/n-nie why not a dog–” “SHUT UP YOU OVERGROWN WOLF!” Woosan yelled at Mingi, who, at the sudden shout and growls, hid behind Yunho who only laughed at the sight.
“Why does it matter anyway? The two of you have the matching couple outfit” Yunho pointed out and the two glared at him. “Aren’t you going as a spider?” San said and Wooyoung laughed. “What a pathetic outfit–” “y/n! They're mean!” Yunho yelled while now going towards me on the couch hugging my waist and placing his head on my lap.
“Let them handle their immaturity themselves,” Seonghwa added as Hongjoong laughed beside him. The only ones who knew about the Halloween outfit were the two tigers and Mastermind doberman.
“y/n I’m your first hybrid–” “I knew her longer!” The two argued and I sighed. While looking at the trio who only looked away from me wanting to enjoy their fight more.
“You like my costume right?” Yunho pouted and I smiled. He was going to be dressed as spiderman. In a normal outfit with the one piece suit under the clothes to reveal in a dramatic fashion. “Of course I do!” I said and he smiled and wagged his tail.
“I want to dress as Spiderman!” Yunho came over to yell happily. “Oh?” I asked knowing where this was going… Since he got into video games he’s also gotten into comics, especially Spiderman comics. It was… cute seeing the big golden retriever wag his tail happily while reading a comic or even watching anything Spiderman related in front of the TV. “But I thought we were gonna do a matching outfit!” Mingi asked, pouting at the older canine hybrid who signed at his friend’s distress. “You can be venomous?” he asked and Mingi scoffed. “That stupid alien, no thanks” he pouted and Yunho really really really wanted to be dressed as the superhero. “Mingi… you don’t have to match with Yunho? You can be anything you want that maybe Yunho wouldn't dress as anyway?” I asked and his mind went blank. “I don’t know! I just know I would rather have Jongho threaten me than be dressed as a stupid alien” he said and I laughed. For some reason… his irrational fear from Jongho yelling at him that one time traumatized him for life. “Oh! Let me and Yeosang choose!” Yunho said and he looked at his friend skeptical. “Don’t dress me stupid?” “I promise!
Mingi… Well, his outfit did end up being picked by Yeosang and Yunho… While Yeosang liked to tease the wolf… Yunho was absolutely serious about what they ended up choosing. Yeosang laughed at the princess outfit he chose… but Yunho told me to buy it happily and with his eyes sparkling that I couldn’t say no. So I said to myself I'd take Mingi to choose his outfit instead but I didn’t expect his reaction to simply smile softly at Yunho and say it was perfect. Truthfully… When Yunho pulled it out everyone was shocked he was being serious and even laughed until Mingi spoke up and said he loved it when everyone then had to pretend they never thought of it as a joke. So Mingi was gonna be a pink princess with a tiara and everything for Halloween with his canine best friend as spiderman… how truly opposites they were.
“y/nnie! y/nnie! I wanna dress up with Sannie!” Woyoung yelled excitedly when he heard we were celebrating this year. He grinned and looked at so many costumes while he simply let him choose what they would be. Until he found something… Harry potter. While it was now fall Harry potter was now back in season in which he and San binged it all. And then… they found sorting quizzes… “HOW THE HELL ARE YOU A SLYTHERIN?!” Wooyoung yelled when he saw the words Slythern in the sorting quiz that San took. He was sure he would’ve been a Hufflepuff but no… he made the panther take so many quizzes until each time it was Slytherin. Wooyoung of course was a Gryffindor. So the two were dressing up as mages… but for some reason when it came to asking me what I would wear, I was gonna tell them Yeosang and Seonghwa said they have an outfit for me… that they got too excited and cut me off saying I should be a hybrid this year. Which I thought of as dehumanizing at first but the two were so excited I figured out it was primal for them… it's like when San put me in Wooyoung’s collar that one time. They wanted to see in a… different way.
“Halloween? I hate the holiday” Hongjoong said when he saw the Halloween decorations Wooyoung mass ordered. “Hmm? Is it because of the…” I trailed and he nodded. I was gonna say he didn’t have to celebrate when Seonghwa came into the living room where he also saw the decorations. “Oh, are we celebrating? Are we also dressing up?” he asked, actually excited with his tail swishing behind him. “Huh? Oh, Wooyoung and San so far have taken the intuitive approach and ordered their outfits already, while I know Yuno and Mingi are thinking about theirs "I said and Soenghwa nodded while looking at Hongjoong. “Should we dress up? Maybe we can match?” he asked his fellow tiger who chuckled and reluctantly agreed. “Ok, why not?” he asked as I was confused at his sudden acceptance. “If it makes you uncomfortable–” “It's fine really… the circus can ruin everything about my life,” he said and I smiled at his sudden response. “Circus? Hmm… we can even dress up as clowns” he laughed and I was shocked he said that while even Hongjoong laughed. “I’d want to be something scarier than a clown” he suggested so why did we end with their suggestions… Hongjoong wanted to be a pirate of all things which also wasn't scary like he said… while Seonghwa, I think he’s been online too much and showed me the sudden phenomenon of hot men behind the Ghost Face mask and wanting to be Ghost Face… I’d be lying if I didn’t find it a bit attractive.
“Yeosang said that I’m like Gloomy Bear and that I should dress up as him?” Jongho said and I didn’t want to laugh. I really didn’t… but Yeosnag hex to have been joking when he suddenly said that. Then again… he is a bear hybrid with an obsession with fruit. While gloomy is a domesticated bear with a love for pomegranates. “It's a pink bear Jongho,” I said and he scoffed. “So he was making fun of me again,” he said but signed and huffed. “I guess I'll do it… I have nothing else to dress up as and I don’t wanna be a vampire like Seonghwa-hyung was suggesting” he said and I smiled. He respected Yeosang the most… so he decided on doing hybrid safe fur paint while simply being gonna wear white clothing with a blood platter, a simple outfit, and effortless.
“How did you get Seonghwa to agree to you doing this?” I asked and Yeosang smirked. He wanted to be a wolf… while he was a canine hybrid he wanted to be dressed as the Big Bad Wolf. In simple black clothing while adding gray spray paint to his ears and tail with a pink bonnet on his head. It was cute when you didn't see his face… which he was gonna add fake blood on his canine teeth and face while wanting to dress me up as Red Riding Hood. Seonghwa took charge with Yeosang to find me an outfit while he suggested something sexier. Yeosang also liked the primal aspect of it and bribed Seonghwa with something he still won’t tell me. All to be matching with me as Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf.
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Wildest Dreams (Leona x Yuu)
(After the Cloudcalling festival in the Sunset Savanna, Yuu and Leona find themselves tangled in an unspoken romance. They’re not officially a couple, but their feelings are undeniable, surfacing in quiet glances and stolen moments. Inspired by Taylor Swift’s Wildest Dreams)
He said, "Let's get out of this town Drive out of the city, away from the crowds" I thought, "Heaven can't help me now" Nothing lasts forever But this is gonna take me down
The last bit of the buffet was scattered across the table—empty plates piled high, half-eaten desserts, and abandoned glasses as everyone leaned back in their seats, a look of utter satisfaction or sheer exhaustion on each face. Lilia was already half-asleep, sprawled in his chair, while Kalim kept yawning and insisting he could go for "just one more plate" but decided against it. Vil had gracefully excused himself after eating “just the right amount,” while Jack was trying to get Grim off his lap and back to their room before he passed out.
One by one, everyone rose, their laughter and conversation fading as they made their way back to their rooms. Leona was still seated, arms crossed, his gaze on the window, where the moonlight spilled over the sand dunes outside. Yuu stayed behind too, tidying her plate, the soft glow of the festival lanterns casting a warm light around them. It was rare to see him stay until the end of anything, and it intrigued her.
“Everyone gone already, huh?” Leona mused, still staring out the window. He glanced at her, his eyes gleaming with that familiar spark that meant trouble—but the good kind. “C’mon,” he drawled, stretching as he stood up. “Let’s get out of here.”
Yuu looked at him, curiosity sparked. “What do you mean?”
He tilted his head toward the door, a small grin on his face. “Drive out of this place. Get away from the crowd. You’re always talkin’ about ‘seeing Sunset Savanna,’ so here’s your chance.”
“Drive?” she laughed, raising a brow. “You can drive?”
“Please,” he scoffed. “You think I’m gonna let someone else have that much control over me?” He moved towards the door, his movements easy and unhurried, pausing only to look back at her expectantly. “Well?”
Yuu felt her heart skip. She knew better than to question him when he had that look, the one that promised both adventure and trouble. “Alright. Why not?” she said with a grin, following him out of the dining hall.
Leona led her to a sleek, car parked just beyond the palace grounds. It was the perfect vehicle for blending into the scenery, and she felt a thrill of excitement when he swung into the driver’s seat. She settled beside him, letting herself relax as he started the engine with a smooth, confident motion.
As they sped off into the night, Yuu felt a surge of adrenaline. The air grew cooler as they left the city lights behind, the stars clear and sharp in the vast sky. She glanced over at him, his profile strong and steady, a small smirk tugging at his lips.
“Guess it’s your lucky night,” he said, sparing her a quick look. “Gettin’ the royal tour and all.”
They both laughed as they tore through the open roads, the world stretching wide and endless in front of them. She couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe—just maybe—this night would be something unforgettable.
He's so tall and handsome as hell He's so bad, but he does it so well I can see the end as it begins My one condition is... Say you'll remember me Standin' in a nice dress Starin' at the sunset, babe Red lips and rosy cheeks Say you'll see me again Even if it's just in your Wildest dreams, ah, ha
The drive stretched on as they left the city lights behind, the winding roads leading them to a secluded, elevated spot. The view was breathtaking, with the city spread out beneath them, a patchwork of lights and colors, the echoes of laughter and music drifting up from below. Here, under the open sky, away from the crowd, everything felt peaceful.
Leona killed the engine and stepped out first, making his way to her side. He opened the door, offering his hand with a faint smirk. “Well, princess,” he drawled, “you gonna admire the view from in there or get a better look?”
Yuu took his hand, his grip surprisingly gentle as he helped her out of the car. She marveled at how careful he was, the roughness of his palm softened as he held onto her. He was always so guarded, so gruff with everyone else—but with her, he had a way of being thoughtful, almost sweet in the smallest of ways. The way he glanced at her, making sure she was steady, the way he’d slowed down on the bumpier roads, his hand hovering near her just in case.
Standing beside him, she looked out at the city below, taking in the flickering lights and the faint sounds of celebration. But her gaze kept drifting back to him, admiring the way the moonlight softened his features, casting a silvery glow over his sharp, proud profile. He was so effortlessly handsome, the kind of rugged charm that made him look untouchable, almost dangerous. Yet, here he was, calm and steady, just for her.
"He's so tall and handsome as hell," she thought, her heart thumping in her chest. She felt a familiar pang, knowing she would remember this moment forever, no matter where life took her. She could see the end as it began, a flickering image of him in her memories, wild and free, like a dream she’d hold close to her heart.
A faint smile tugged at her lips as she glanced up at him. "Say you’ll remember me," she murmured, her voice soft, almost lost to the breeze. He turned his head, brow raised as if he’d heard, but she quickly looked away, feeling the warmth rise in her cheeks.
Standing there, in her silk dress that still carried a hint of the festival’s warmth, with red cheeks and the cool night breeze brushing her face, she felt almost unreal. All she wanted was for him to remember her like this, even if it was only in his wildest dreams.
I said, "No one has to know what we do" His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room And his voice is a familiar sound Nothin' lasts forever But this is gettin' good now [Pre-Chorus] He's so tall and handsome as hell He's so bad, but he does it so well And when we've had our very last kiss My last request is...
The city lights flickered below, fading into a distant blur as Leona’s fingers brushed against her cheek, tilting her face up toward his. The warmth of his touch sent a spark through her, and suddenly the view was the last thing on her mind. She could feel his breath, steady and warm, as his gaze met hers with an intensity that left her feeling weightless. The silence between them was thick with anticipation, unspoken words hanging in the air as his hand slipped behind her neck, his thumb tracing gentle circles that left her heart pounding.
Then, without a word, he closed the distance, his lips capturing hers in a way that felt both powerful and unhurried, like he had all the time in the world. Her hands found his shoulders as she melted into him, his other arm wrapping securely around her waist, pulling her close as if afraid she might slip away. She could feel the solid warmth of him, grounding her as she leaned against the hood of his car, her fingers tangling in his hair.
Somewhere between the softness of his touch and the rough, possessive way he held her, a thrill shot through her. She laughed softly, pulling back just enough to whisper, “Leona, what if someone sees us?” She was aware of where they were—Sunset Savanna, his home turf—and what it meant to be seen with the kingdom’s prince in a moment like this.
He smirked, brushing a stray hair from her face. “Let them,” he murmured, his voice low and unbothered. "No one has to know what we do.” His lips brushed against her neck, lingering for a moment as he inhaled deeply, his hand slipping to the small of her back.
From his point of view, the night couldn’t have gone any better. He hadn’t planned on attending the festival; he almost never did, preferring to avoid the fuss. But knowing she was here, in his world, seeing Sunset Savanna for herself, had changed everything. He wasn’t about to miss the chance to show her the real beauty of his homeland, away from the crowds and the noise.
There was something surreal about it, seeing his "herbivore" amidst the vast landscape, looking so out of place and yet so perfectly at home. The way her eyes shone with excitement, the way she took everything in—it made him feel like he was seeing his home with fresh eyes, like the old sights held new meaning because she was there to share them with him.
She was different. Different in a way that both terrified and thrilled him, and as his lips met hers again, he felt a fierce, quiet certainty settle over him. He didn’t know how long this would last, but he was determined to make every moment count.
You'll see me in hindsight Tangled up with you all night Burnin' it down Someday, when you leave me I bet these memories Follow you around You'll see me in hindsight Tangled up with you all night Burnin' (Burnin') it (It) down (Down) Someday, when you leave me I bet these memories Follow (Follow) you (You) around
The night stretched on, and the world outside felt like it had slowed to a hush, as if the stars themselves were leaning in to watch the two of them. Her laughter was soft, breathless, and each time she pulled him closer, he felt like he was burning, the intensity of it all blazing between them. It was only them—their private world, untethered from all the expectations, titles, and looming uncertainties.
Yuu’s hand slid from his shoulder to his cheek, her eyes studying his face as if she wanted to memorize every line and shadow, as if she knew that one day, she might have nothing but these memories. She saw something in him beyond the roughness, beyond the prince everyone thought they knew. And in that moment, all she wanted was for him to remember her like this: here with him, wrapped up in something that felt impossible and yet so utterly real.
She thought of the future, of what it would mean if she had to leave. If this place, this world, would someday become nothing more than a memory. But she didn’t want that for him. "You’ll see me in hindsight," she whispered, half to herself, “tangled up with you all night, burnin’ it down.”
Leona’s brow furrowed slightly, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw as he took in her words. He wasn’t one for promises or romantic confessions, but he felt it—a quiet ache he couldn’t shake, the knowledge that whatever came next, this night would always follow him. “When you leave…” he began, his voice thick, trailing off as if he couldn’t bear the thought. He knew she might have to go, but that didn’t make it any easier.
And in her heart, she knew that someday, when they were worlds apart, every piece of this night would come flooding back. She could already feel it, that bittersweet ache that would follow her long after. “I bet these memories follow you around,” she murmured, her voice barely a whisper as she looked up into his intense green eyes.
But for now, they stayed wrapped up in each other, lost in a night that felt like it would go on forever.
Say you'll remember me Standin' in a nice dress Starin' at the sunset, babe Red lips and rosy cheeks Say you'll see me again Even if it's just in your Wildest dreams, ah, ha Wildest dreams, ah, ha
The horizon began to blush with the first hints of dawn, casting a soft glow over the distant city. The quiet serenity that had surrounded them all night started to fade, replaced by the knowledge that they had to go back, that this enchanted, secluded moment had to end. Yuu sighed, the bittersweet ache settling in her chest as she looked up at Leona.
He seemed to read her mind, his green eyes darkening with an unspoken wish, an intensity that made her breath hitch. Without a word, he slid his hand to the small of her back, caressing her through the delicate satin dress he'd arranged just for her. It was a gesture so unlike his usual rough exterior, yet he’d been so careful tonight as if trying to memorize the feel of her, the weight of her in his arms.
“Say you'll remember me…” he murmured softly, his voice thick, and for a moment, she was too stunned to respond. But then, as if overcome, he drew her close, one arm slipping around her waist as he bent her back slightly, capturing her lips in a kiss that was fervent, deep, and lingering. His hold on her was firm, possessive, but there was a desperation behind it—like he was willing her to stay, willing the night to never end.
The kiss was everything. It was a promise and a goodbye, a fleeting eternity in which she knew that she would hold onto this moment, even if it lived only in her wildest dreams. She would remember the way he looked at her, how he was both fierce and gentle, how he made her feel like she belonged here beside him.
With one last lingering look, he finally pulled away, keeping his hand at her waist as they walked back toward the palace in the pre-dawn light. The quiet hung heavy between them, filled with everything they couldn’t say. For Leona, the silence meant everything—if he said too much, he feared it might shatter whatever fragile balance kept her here with him, even if only for one more night.
As they neared the entrance, the first light crept up, bathing her face in the warm glow of the rising sun. He caught a final glimpse of her rosy cheeks, her soft, red lips parted in a wistful smile, and he memorized it, holding it close, knowing this moment would follow him always.
“Even if it’s just in your wildest dreams,” she whispered, more to herself than him, hoping it would be enough to bridge the distance that might one day grow between them.
In his heart, he knew he didn’t want to let her go—not now, not ever—but he settled for the memory, his own secret wish buried in his chest as they slipped back into the palace, the rest of the world none the wiser.
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HEY FOLKS! here’s DBDA nightly analysis #10 :D
i’ve been writing about such sad shit lately so tonight’s gonna be sweet!
i’m gonna be discussing E5 (no, wait, please don’t go, i promise it’s not angsty) and how it’s the biggest and best edwin and crystal friendship episode :D (see, told ya!)
i’m gonna be moving as chronologically as i can:
first, i just think it’s sweet to see the expression on crystal’s face when she realizes that edwin agrees on the case :)) edwin looks at her so playfully like he’s trying to be annoyed but you can see the small grin on his face
tbh, i feel like a lot of the tension is lifted after charles confirms that he doesn’t really hate that he’s dead because that was a huge stressor for edwin. once charles says that he wouldn’t want to be dead with anyone else, he stops seeing crystal as a threat to his friendship with charles. he’s beginning to realize that charles can be close with her and remain edwin’s best friend. this, in turn, shows him that it’s okay to connect with her too.
he’s really not very snippy with her in this episode and that’s totally new for their relationship. he was a total prick to her until really this episode. i truly think it’s the big turning point for them.
he’s much more receptive to her idea of going in to talk to richie alone than he would’ve been in the past. it’s almost odd how he doesn’t roll his eyes or say something snippy with the context of how he’s been with her before this episode.
edwin was really affected by the secret gay suicide pact comment and charles’ jump to correct it, which you can see in his expression.
he looks very lost for most of this episode, which makes sense because it’s the case where they have to communicate with the living most often, specifically, modern day teens. he has no clue about any of this and she does. he’s really reliant on her this episode. technically, they both are when she interacts with the living, but even moreso for him and in this moment.
i also appreciate crystal calling out richie’s gay joke so immediately and forcefully. edwin looks incredibly touched when she says this line. i’ve said it before somewhere in my mess of posts, but this is probably the first time he’s ever heard queerness stood up for so strongly.
she calls richie a pussy for making fun of queer people and edwin’s face really shows us how new that is for him to hear. i think it really hits him in this moment how good it is to have such a brilliant and genuine person on his side and he develops a new warmth for her here.
he reads her so well in the following moments, when they’re fucking with ritchie. he puts out his lighter with nothing but a tilt of her head in his direction, knowing just what to do.
the bit with the scissors is also him reacting to her so fucking well. again, she simply nods in his direction and he’s pulling off some creepy ass shit making those scissors walk and it works so perfectly with her threat. they’re playing off of each other so much better this episode (as characters. the actors already did a fantastic job of working off of each other when they were constantly conflicting).
he doesn’t insult her when summoning shelby, either. he throws the slightest of jabs (though, i feel it’s more honesty than anything else) toward charles, but doesn’t comment on the fact that she should go other than saying that she’s living. she also looks rather amused at his comment toward charles in this moment.
when talking to charles, she backs edwin up in his claim that charles is lacking subtlety. this is also new because the both of them tend to agree with charles whenever the other doesn’t, but edwin’s not even here to hear her stand by his comment.
crystal has 100% corrected his usage of the word “hysteria” from E2 and that leads me to believe that there was an offscreen convo where he must’ve been receptive to her explanation and that means a lot. theres also a moment in episode three where he tells niko that he’s wearing the aunt cindy costume so that she doesn’t look like she’s “hysterical” and talking to herself. this, to me, adds even more depth to the fact that he’s receptive to her presumed correction of his usage of that term offscreen.
(something i just feel like mentioning, edwin looks so much more empathetic in this moment with shelby than he has when discussing a ghost’s trauma at any other point in this series and crystal keeps looking over at him.)
crystal makes a point to include edwin’s feelings when discussing how affected they both are about charles’ (justified) outburst with the night nurse.
i also really appreciate how little he voices his opinion after the matter, during crystal and charles’ fight. i think it says a lot that he’s not just jumping in to support charles like usual.
edwin very calmly and neutrally tells the two of them that they’re both very emotionally involved in this case and that they need to put that shit aside until after the case is done.
he speaks about the fact that maren’s mention of drugs gives more weight to shelby’s claims. which is, again, interesting considering how strongly opposed to the idea charles initially was.
he points out how shady maren is being and i believe this is primarily due to the fact that he’s worried for crystal.
charles and edwin come to the realization about maren’s possession of the phones at about the same time. while charles is trying to verbally piece it together, edwin is already visibly panicked because he’s already deciphered the situation. his first instinct is to whisper “crystal,” before running out to get her. he is so worried about her in this moment and it just makes me recall the way he said, with complete deadpan, “if she had died last night, i’d have no problem with her being here,” in E1 vs. now, where he’s so consumed with her wellbeing and survival.
it’s also reminiscent of when both charles and edwin ran in at the beginning of this episode when hearing her scream. he visibly cares more about her now than he used to, despite trying to hide it.
he looks so worried the entire time she’s refusing the gin. his eyebrows are furrowed and he’s looking at maren so intently.
she looks at him very knowingly when he says the “sometimes, when you admit something to yourself, you can no longer live with it as a secret,” line. she looks near sympathetic, in my opinion. i think she’s much more aware of edwin’s romantic feelings for charles than either of them are.
another moment that i really like with them outside of E5 is how focused she is on going into hell for him.
i think that E5 is where she really began to regard him as a friend and she is undoubtedly an incredibly loyal friend. she’s immediately prepared to go into hell for him once charles says he’s going in.
“then i’m coming too,” she says without missing a beat. when charles refuses to let her, she’s pissed and starts yelling at him for it. she tells charles about all the times they were both there for her and how she wants to be there for edwin. “god- edwin is my friend too, whether he likes it or not,” she says.
when he finally does get back from hell, he tells her that it was foolish to confront david without them and she tells him to his face that she found out that her friend got dragged to hell and that she “had to try and save him.”
finally, i think it’s really sweet when she hugs him right after he says she’s officially a part of the dead boy detective agency in E8. it’s really instinctual for her because she cares about him so much and she’s so overwhelmed with her joy about finally being formally accepted by him, even if he tells her a handshake would suffice.
i think they still have a long way to go before edwin is comfortable with her in the same way he is with charles and niko, but this truly is the episode in which he regards her as more than competition for charles’ attention and care and more as an individual that he can view as a friend.
in conclusion, i love them, your honor.
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EEEK HAI FRIENDS !! im back (for now) i missed all of yous soso much !!
if anyone who is up to date about my work crush/work in general & wants to know the new crazy stuff that’s happened, keep reading (ITS GOOD NEWS FOR ONCE) !! (ˊᵒ̴̶̷̤ ꇴ ᵒ̴̶̷̤ˋ)
okay !! so here is a debrief before we start :3
℘ i have a crush on my coworker, i’ve liked him for about a year now !! he also coincidentally has the same birthday as kirishima… is this fate ?? who knows !!
℘ i have never celebrated a holiday/birthday due to how i was raised growing up & i work on halloween night (relevant to the story)
℘ wont be name dropping but i will call him “crush” so you know who im referring to !!
℘ i usually have trouble with my managers and believe(d) they don’t like me (also relevant)
so we’ll start on last wednesday, im hosting and my crush is doing to-goes. i get to work, on my way to clock in, and my manager + crush & a couple coworkers are sitting at an empty table next to the to go room. my manager calls me over enthusiastically :0 so i walk over and say hello all that.
she says “ so are you going to wear a costume to work on halloween ??” and i was a bit hesitant to answer because ?? i didn’t know we could do that !! and i thought they were joking around. she proceeded to tell me “you gotta wear one !! just sneak one in your bag so your mom doesn’t see !!” and i was like ahhh !! okay !! i’ll try haha !! and crush was watching this whole situation lol >//<
me being me, i still thought they were messing around… so later on, i go up to crush and ask “ are you sure they’re not messing around” and he reassured me “i promise they aren’t lying” AND THEN. he says…
“ you need to wear one… hm… if you don’t wear one, then i won’t talk to you for the whole day !! and you’re gonna be like “why is he ignoring me” and that’ll be why !! so make sure you wear one…” JWIWISJJWJS
and i said “awe man… you got me there, it looks like i do have to wear one :3
fast forward to the end of the night, im waiting for my mom to come pick me up and im clocked off. im in the back near the kitchen and bathrooms sitting on the steps by the huge wine cooler, and crush rounds the corner !!!!!!!!!!!! and starts giggling “what are you doing??”
i told him “i always wait here !! its my little spot”
and HE SAYS “you know you could always come to 7-4, theres no one sitting there…”
7-4 is the table right next to the to-go room where he was working. needless to say i got up and followed him over, and sat my happy butt DOWN ^_^
fast forward a bit more, he randomly comes in to the table and sits right down across from me, leans forward, and just starts having a whole conversation with me ??? like do u want to have children with me ?? just kidding but !!
somehow we got into the topic of my birthday, and he already knows ive never celebrated it… (my birthday is on a thursday, which means i work), when i tell you what this man. this GORGEOUS MAN. says to me…
“im gonna make your birthday extra special… im gonna get you a cake… AND a cupcake… im gonna get you both” oh lord. i might faint… is this flirting ?? anyway
so then he said a couple more things and i left a blushing mess.
following day, a thursday, i work with him again. here’s where it gets good.
so basically he’s sitting at the table we were at yet again, he’s clocked off doing his college homework ?? at work ?? i guess… anyway, its the end of the night. my manager says “you need to tell crush to get a costume… he doesn’t even have one yet!!” emphasis on the YOU ?? like okay !! i guess i have to !!
so i go up to him, tell him goodnight, ending it off with a “you need to get a costume… but i dont have anything to threaten you with (reference to the playful threat he made of not talking to me)… hm…”
WHEN I TELL YOU. HE LOOKS ME DEAD IN MY FACE. NAJAJSJSJSJWJEJDJJS HE SAYS
“what do i get if i do wear a costume ?” IWJWJWJEIXIKWJSJSJWJWJSJSJSJWJSJJSJSJSS I ALMOST DIED
me being pure shy me i blurted out “uh— a hug?” lmfao someone kill me. wow 🫨 genuinely someone sedate me WHO SAYS THAT
his response ?????? “looks like i’ll definitely have to wear one then.” HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO DO YOU WANT ME I WANT YOU HELEPWSOSOOSOSSO
also all of my managers have been extremely nice to me lately… not cutting me early… and like… kind of giving me chances to help crush with things… like hm… do ya’ll know something i dont ?? :3
SO THATS THAT !! am i being delusional i swear… i cant tell when people flirt w me… anyways. hes gorgeous.
today is now wednesday and i work with him again… tomorrow is halloween. if i hug him i will update… BYE !! ^_^
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THE RULE 63 SNIPPET?!?!??!!?? i’m already so obsessed i will EAT IT UP when it comes out i wait breathless with anticipation
eat it up you say? so does alex
original snippet here, tiny tease more below
“God, it sounds so pathetic, but- I thought they’d like me, after. It’s not like I was hoping one of them would fall madly in love with me,” she adds, so defensively Alex immediately assumes she actually had hoped for that. And maybe it’s a bit too cringe for even George to admit to, but he wouldn’t blame her. He’s sort of confused no one has fallen madly in love with her. “It’s so stupid, but they never say anything horrid about each other’s girlfriends. So I thought- if I was a girlfriend, and a driver, maybe it would, I dunno, cancel out.”
Alex isn’t sure how to explain it - how girlfriends, Tiff, Jen, whoever, are such a distinct category as to be basically meaningless. Sure, they’re nice about their girlfriends. Their girlfriends aren’t here. They don’t matter. Not like George does, when her mouth turns down and her helmet goes on and she leaves them spinning their wheels on the grid.
“I don’t want to be the first woman in F1 if it’s going to be like this,” she says, quiet, into the cotton of his t-shirt. Alex waits a moment, clears his throat, and before he can even start George has whipped her head up, glaring at him with red rimmed eyes. “Of the modern era, obviously, if you bring up Lella Lombardi when I had to teach you her name-”
Alex holds up his hands in mock surrender. “Just making sure we’re keeping their names alive! I hear they’re inspiring some of the most promising up and coming drivers.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah, Charlie Leclerc.” He rolls with the shove from George, lands off the bed on his knees and has to shuffle round to kneel in front of her. “AND this one girl who just won the Eurocup closer as a fucking wildcard, is about to go smash her F4 championship first time, and is then going to give me a fucking run for the money at BRDC-”
“I’m going to win that,” George says, decisive, and if he weren’t her main competition for it, Alex would believe her.
“Big words from someone who’s gonna let Charlie be the first woman F1 driver ofthemodernera-”
George shoves him again, sends him sprawling backwards. She has to lean over to do it, and her knees move apart, just a little, as her dress hitches. Alex doesn’t mean to look, really, but the skirt is that fucking short, and her legs are that fucking long, and toned so tight that when her knees are inches apart there’s a gap all the way up between her thighs, so it’s not like he saw on purpose but-
They’re blue. Her knickers. Blue, and polkadot, and he wants to put his mouth on them.
#please understand that I have a fucking spreadsheet for this fic despite it being 98% smut#dates wins times locations#gr63 gets rule 63'd#my fic#wip#answered asks#spot my guilty love of a wham line
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shorn the sheep (a.d. x t.d.)
Pairing: art donaldson x tashi donaldson
Summary: the origin story of Art's shorn sheep haircut.
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: just family fluff really, art is a puppy but whats new, pre-canon (or in between canon timelines ig)
Notes: my first arttashi fic! Life is crazy but I was inspired enough to write this in two sittings sooooo enjoy! please comment, reblog, talk to me and tell me what you think about it! Happy reading!
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Art Donaldson likes routines.
He eats the same breakfast every morning –eight eggs and a bowl of oatmeal. Takes the same shower stall in the locker room and does the same pre-match routine down to which shoe he puts on first. He has had the same team behind him for most of his career, from coaches and physios to his lawyers and publicists. He generally goes to the same guy for his haircut too, but he’s in Tokyo for the Japan Open. And while his outgrown curls are starting to piss him off, flying his barber halfway across the world just seems excessive.
Although… looking in the mirror now, he can’t help but wonder if he should’ve done that instead.
Maybe it’s the language barrier (which is more of Art’s fault for his general lack of knowledge in hair-related terms, because the hairdresser speaks English just fine), but what he asked for was definitely not what he got. Then again, maybe he wasn’t being super clear on what he means by ‘tidying it up a little.’
So with a polite straight-lined smile, Art nods and pays and ducks out into the busy Tokyo street. Out of courtesy (or so he convinces himself), he waits until he turns the corner to put his hoodie up over his head.
Ever the drama queen, he only takes it off when he enters the hotel suite, finding his wife sitting on the dining table.
“They fucked up my hair.”
Tashi looks up from her laptop, and the first thing she notices isn’t even the hair. It’s the same pout, same tone she normally sees in Lily at bedtime, which only makes her chortle.
“Goddammit…” Art groans. Is it even worse than he thinks? He pulls the hood back up and tugs at the string until the fabric scrunches around his face.
He turns around towards the bedroom, but Tashi stops him, grabbing his arm and turning him to face her. She loosens the tight strings on the hood, so she can see his new hair properly. Her French manicured nails cards through the short locks, scratching his scalp the way she knows he likes. Her eyebrows furrow in focus as she scrutinizes the length and texture in relation to his face.
“It looks fine to me,” she eventually decides, pushing the top part to the side towards his natural part.
“No it’s not. It’s too fucking short.” Art huffs, resting his forehead on her shoulder.
Tashi hums, feeling the buzzed ends on the nape of his neck. She’s never felt it this short on him—she’s been there through it all; the mop when he was younger, the swoopy Prince Charming look he had just before this, and even that one year where he grew his hair out past his shoulders. She can definitely say that she doesn’t hate this one. “It’s just shorter, is all.”
“Makes my ears look even bigger than they already are,” he murmurs into the skin of her shoulder, his annoyance dissipating into sulking petulance in the comfort of her scent and general embrace.
“Maybe it’ll make you more aerodynamic, Dumbo.” Tashi fiddles his earlobe playfully.
He bites at her shoulder in gentle warning, earning a little laugh from her. “That’s not funny.”
“I don’t see anything wrong with it.” She grins and shrugs. “Art—”
“Come on, this is serious.”
Tashi laughs incredulously. “What is?”
“I’m playing in my Uniqlo gear for the first time tomorrow, and the only thing people are gonna talk about is my hair.”
“I sure fucking hope they’re gonna talk about your game more than your new hair or clothes.”
There’s always a very subtle shift whenever Tashi is talking in coach mode. It doesn’t happen often, but it ticks her off whenever his attention strays off of what’s important. But Art pulls his head up and shoots her an unamused, almost defiant glare. He’s not having it.
He’s been trying not to stress out about it, but his new endorsement deal with Uniqlo is so well-covered (and for good reason—he signed a ten-year deal worth $30 million.) and wearing the brand for the first time on their home ground is a big deal. She knows that.
Art will gladly say it as often as he needs to (and he feels like he doesn’t say it often enough), but he loves Tashi. Her beauty is a no-brainer, but above all, he loves her tenacity and efficiency in her work. It’s why he listens to her, and it’s why he’s been playing better than ever since she joined his side.
Tashi sighs a little, realizing that maybe he doesn’t need a coach right now. “And look, it fits into the clean-cut, preppy aesthetics you got. I don’t see how this can be bad press for Uniqlo, either.”
She does so much for him —eats, lives, and breathes him— and sometimes he feels bad for asking. But he eats, lives, and breathes her just as much as she does, and he craves her constantly. Her firm chides, her sharp wit, her soft side, her fury… Most of the time, he needs a combination of at least two of them, even though he doesn’t know how to ask for it.
“Can we like… not make this about work?”
He doesn’t need to. She knows.
Tashi softens, rubbing his arms up and down as he pulls her closer. “Baby… it looks good on you.”
Art rolls his eyes skeptically. He can’t help but feel like she needs to say that now.
“It really does! What do you want me to say?” She chuckles, nuzzling his face with her nose. “Hey. You know I’ll be the first one to tell you if it looks stupid, right?”
Art sighs. Tashi has never been very generous with compliments, and he actually likes that about her. She knows how to really make it count. “I know, but—”
“But it doesn’t. You actually look really good. And I… I like that I can see you better this way.”
“Huh?”
“You don’t have hair flopping over your eyes like a sheepdog anymore.”
Art gives her a playful smack in the butt, but at least he’s smiling now. And despite pushing him physically and mentally for a living, Tashi likes making him smile.
“But you like it?”
Her hand returns to his head, getting the hang of caressing it. “Baby, it’s your hair.”
Art relaxes into her touch. He’s gone beyond seeking validation, and has fully entered clingy territory at this time. “Yeah, but you’re gonna be looking at it all the time,” he pouts dramatically. “I don’t want you to hate it.”
“I already told you. I like it.” Tashi cups his face, her thumb drawing faint circles on his cheek. The hair is cropped short enough that it doesn’t even curl anymore on the crown. But the patch of brown in his blue eyes is out in plain sight. The line of his nose is knife-sharp, and she can’t help but remember how it parts her thighs right open. “I like looking at your face like this.”
Art’s mouth quirks to the right. He likes coaxing sweet nothings out of her like no other. “So you just like my face?”
Tashi bites the inside of her left cheek. “I do. I like your face.”
Art pulls her into a sweet kiss, and Tashi happily meets him halfway. He wonders if the butterflies would ever cease one day, but until then, he’s gonna relish in it entirely. Wholeheartedly. Selfishly.
Until…
“Daddy, you’re back!” the unmistakable squeal of their 2-year-old cuts through the quiet, followed by the pitter-patter of her little feet.
Art reluctantly lets go of his wife in exchange for their daughter, throwing the former a fond, knowing look. “Hey, Lilybug!” He scoops her tiny frame up into his arms and peppers kisses all over her cute face.
Lily giggles, arms flailing and pushing him around until Art lets up. It’s only then that the little girl manages a good look at him. She gasps. “Daddy, your hair!”
Art’s heart stops. He never thought a toddler’s opinion would mean so much to him, but he plasters a faux-oblivious look for her. “What about my hair, baby?”
“It’s so… little!”
Tashi chuckles. And so does Art, although he does so in surprise. Of all the adjectives in the English language (that they’ve taught Lily anyway), he didn’t expect it to be little. But in a way, he’s glad. It takes the edge off a little.
“Do you like it, though?” Art turns his head side-to-side and lets Lily assess him, and his heart stutters a little.
Lily has a habit of picking up Tashi’s brutal honesty. Truth be told, she is the spitting image of her mother. She tilts her head the same way, sports the same thoughtful pout too. He may have been off the hook with Tashi, but it would be stupid to have his confidence crushed by the miniature version of her.
Eventually, though, Lily grins and nods. Art breathes out a sigh of relief, while Tashi looks at him like, see?
Lily puts her tiny hands on Art’s cheeks the same way her mother does, fingers flicking on her father’s earlobes. She giggles again. “Daddy looks like my sippy cup.”
Tashi laughs out loud this time. Art is not amused.
But he’ll take it. He scowls playfully and makes a face, pretending to be the sippy cup in question, eliciting more laughter from his girls.
#art donaldson#art donaldson x tashi donaldson#challengers#challengers 2024#challengers fic#tashi donaldson#ava writes#eeeee my first ship fic in AGES!!!!
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Best Friend — Daisuke x gn! reader
summery: being friends with Daisuke, you and him have some fun and not so fun moments, but you find yourself confessing your feelings to him accidently.
tw: mentions of Pony Express (gross), slight angst (but barely)
a/n: guys Daisuke has me in his grips rn, things kept getting written and here we are. I love him your honor.
wc: 2.3k
Master List
Part One | Part Two
It was a warm day in spring. Sun shining down, fluffy white clouds floating by, a gentle breeze tussling your hair, and your company had made it all the better. Daisuke sat across from you at a picnic table at the park. Birds chirped overhead, sounds of kids running around and playing in the distance, while both you and Daisuke were having idle chit chat.
“How’s college going?” Daisuke asked, glancing up at you from his phone.
“Don’t get me started,” You grumbled, brain frying at the mere thought of school and work.
Daisuke chuckled lightly, putting his phone down and resting his head in his hand. Mirroring his movements, you asked, “How’s it going on your end?”
“Don’t get me started,” He repeated your earlier words, causing you both to break out into a small fit of laughter.
“That bad, huh?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah,” He grumbled, a pout resting on his lips. “My parents won’t stop buggin’ me about finding a job or internship. I dunno what I wanna do yet though.”
“That sucks,” You sympathized. “I still don’t know what I wanna do exactly, but my parents wouldn’t take no for an answer when it came to going to college. Lets hope I choose the right major.”
The lull in your conversation gave you time to admire your long time friend. His hair was growing out from the last time he dyed it, laying nicely on his shoulders and cut jaggedly. His brown eyes had drifted from you, staring up into the canopy of the trees that surrounded you both, the sun shining across his nose. The beauty mark that rested below his right eye and on his left cheek. He was too pretty for his own good. Not to mention his good sense of fashion and funny personality, he was like your dream boyfriend wrapped in a single package. Well actually…
Yeah, you fell for your friend…a while ago too. Could you blame yourself? He was sweet, caring, funny, pretty, maybe a little dense and average when it came to school work, but you wouldn’t have him any other way. Daisuke was a good guy, a bit lost at the moment, but you were gonna stick by his side until he found his passion, and hopefully after that too.
“They found an internship actually,” Daisuke broke the silence, brown eyes landing back on yours.
“Oh?” You questioned back, blinking out of your stupor. “Where?”
“Pony Express,” He shrugged, trying to look nonchalant, but you could tell it was bothering him.
“You mean the shitty delivery company?” You asked confused. “The one that ships to other planets?”
“Yeah,” Daisuke replied, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s not concrete or anything, but they’re kinda serious about this one.”
Your stomach dropped. There was no way he was actually…
“I don’t think I can say no.”
It was like your world was crumbling. Daisuke was not only your crush, but the only friend you talked to outside of high school…he was kind of your only friend. Not only that, but the safety of those trips have been heavily criticized, especially Pony Express. They were known for cutting costs and slipping things under the rug. Many workers came out with accusations that were swiftly silenced, rumors of toxic work culture littered everywhere you could look. What were his parents thinking?!
“R-really?” You asked, trying to mask the fear that coated your words and expression. “Isn’t…there are so many other trades, why would they start you with something so demanding?”
“To teach me responsibility,” He shrugged, avoiding your gaze. You felt anger start bubbling up within you. Sure, Daisuke hasn’t had a real job yet, but that wasn’t an excuse to throw him to the wolves to teach him a lesson! Sure, they meant well, but what about an electrician's apprentice or welder, hell even a plumber! Just…something that wasn’t him hurtling through space for God knows how long with little to no communication.
“I-it’s not as bad as it sounds,” He tried to console you, but you, you were absolutely livid, trying to calm yourself down by taking deep breaths.
“What if I find you something different?” You asked, your desperation clearly showing. Daisuke felt his stomach twist, he always hated seeing you sad, and now he was the reason.
“I don’t know,” He sighed. “Maybe if it’s something serious looking.
“Okay,” You nodded, suddenly getting serious. “How about we try finding alternatives together? Try to find the best of both worlds.”
“Sure,” Daisuke replied back, looking a bit more hopeful than before.
…
“Wanna sip?” You asked, tilting your drink towards Daisuke. He had seemed intrigued by what you got, but ordered something different. Sharing was a common occurrence between you both anyways, so neither of you batted an eye.
“Thank you,” He grinned brightly, taking a quick sip before leaning back in his chair. “Oh, that is good! I’ll have to get it next time.” You nodded, taking a quick sip before placing the cup on the table. Your eyes noticed the pink hue that seemed to seep into Daisuke’s cheeks, but decided to ignore it, instead taking a glance around you both. You were visiting the local mall, spending some more time together. Many types of people walked past you as you both sat in the food court having a quick snack before continuing your shopping.
“Y’know,” He spoke up, snapping your attention back onto him. “I think someone’s checking you out right now.” The way he spoke was conspiratorial, leaning across the table and whispering into your ear.
You blinked in confusion, glancing around once more before whispering back, “Who?”
“That guy,” Daisuke pointed discreetly to a guy who was not even hiding the fact that he was indeed looking at you. It made your skin shiver, not liking the attention.
“Ew,” Was your immediate response, causing the both of you to break out laughing, huddling into each other like little kids who were trying to hide.
“I thought you’ve been wanting a boyfriend for forever,” Daisuke chuckled out, whipping an invisible tear from his eye.
“Yeah,” You grumbled back, trying to ignore the way your cheeks flamed at the admission. “But not a random person.”
“Then how are you gonna find someone?” He asked innocently, tilting his head in genuine confusion.
“I…” Was it just you or was the room getting hotter, ‘cus you felt like you were starting to sweat bullets. (Un)fourtunately, the guy from moments before walked over, somehow the sight of you and your friend laughing uncontrollably after looking at him boosted his confidence…somehow. People were still a mystery to you.
“Hey,” The guy greeted, a slimy smirk on his lips. He wasn’t the worst looking person, he actually looked conventionally attractive, but that seemed to make this all worse for you. He was clearly confident in his looks and his friends were watching while snickering to each other. Gosh, this felt like high school all over again, he was probably gonna say something nice and then immediately insult you. You thought you were past this stage in life already…apparently not.
“Uh, hi,” You greeted back awkwardly, constantly glancing at Daisuke like your life depended on it.
“I noticed you from across the room and thought you looked attractive,” The random guy said, eyes once again looking you up and down. Oh God, this was worse than high school…was he being serious right now? You tried to hide your grimace, not wanting to upset him, but also not wanting to lead him on.
“Uh…thanks?” It came out as more of a question, and you elbowed Daisuke as he let out a muffled laugh, absolutely eating up this awkward encounter.
“Yeah,” The guy nodded, not even sparing a glance to your friend. “So I was wondering if I could get your number.” Your heart dropped, panic started to thrum through your veins. What do you say? Well, no of course. But how do you say it without sounding like an asshole?
“It’s (xxx) xxx-xxxx,” Daisuke smiled ‘innocently’. You gave him a blank stare, trying your hardest to not grin like the cheshire cat. The guy put the number that not only wasn’t yours, but Daisuke’s, into his phone before winking at you.
“Cool,” The guy smiled. “I’ll text you later.”
“Y-yeah,” You coughed into your palm, trying to smother the laughter that was threatening to bubble up. As soon as the guy left your vicinity, you both broke into a fit of chuckles, clutching onto the other all the while.
“I can’t believe you did that,” You cackled. “God I love you so much.”
It was an innocent admission. Something you had been holding close to your heart for who knows how long. It had been bubbling and brewing with every smile he sent your way, every silly drawing and caring gesture, every time he comforted you or made you laugh. It was bound to overflow, to spill past your lips in a moment of vulnerability…but the second it left you, your expression dropped. Once again panicking as Daisuke looked at you in surprise. It was hard to ignore the pink on his cheeks this time.
Trying to regain his composure, with a small smile he replied, “I love you too.” The atmosphere was tense, and you knew he meant it platonically…at least that’s what you thought. He was giving you an out, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to take it. But as the chatter of other people around you filled your senses once more, bags rustling and the smell of a mix of foods, you decided it wasn’t the best setting to go over such emotions.
Fingers twitching, you grab one of Daisuke’s hands, gathering your bags in the other. He sent you a confused (and a bit frightful) look, but grabbed his own items, letting you pull him away when he was ready. Every nerve in your body felt alight, trying to ignore how his fingers curled around your own, how your heart was going a mile a minute, how you felt like you couldn’t hold it in anymore. For all you knew, he was going to intern at Pony Express, and you had been holding these feelings in for far too long, and he just needed to know you were serious about your accidental confession.
When you both sat in your car, you turned the music down, turning to face the confused man, “I meant it.”
Blinking, he simply replied, “I meant it too.”
“No,” You groaned, face aflame and heart pounding. “I love you, Daisuke. Like, I want to hold hands with you and do gross coupley things.”
His blush had become ten times more prominent, the red coating his tanned cheeks brightly, eyes wide in astonishment. Daisuke never knew you liked him like that. Sure, he had hoped, having grown feelings for you as well. Unlike his other friends that he would go out and party with, you were more grounding, enjoying the quiet moments and letting him vent when needed. You had been his friend for so long, he couldn’t imagine a life without you by his side. Whenever his parents or you asked him what he wanted for his future, all he could really come up with was that he wanted you there.
And now you were here, confessing to him. Was he dreaming? Had he died and gone to heaven? Could this really be happening? Well, whatever this was, he wasn’t going to let this opportunity go.
“I…I wanna do that too, with you,” He replied back, gaze shifting from yours, but the giddy smile on his face gave away that he meant what he was saying.
“R-really?” You asked hopefully.
“Of course!” Daisuke responded passionately, his embarrassment slowly fading. “You always listen to me ramble about stupid things, and you keep my stupid drawings and you're also really pretty, or, uh, handsome, no I mean beautiful…shit.”
You chuckled, reaching out and grabbing his hand somewhat bashfully, “I think you’re pretty, handsome, and beautiful too.”
And as the both of you sat there, staring at each other with loving gazes, you felt like no matter what, things would be fine. You both can get through any problem as long as you have the other.
Bonus:
“Oh my God he texted me!” Daisuke exclaimed, calling out your name like you weren’t lying right next to him.
Turning off your phone, you snuggled into his side, resting your head on his shoulder, both staring at his phone, “What did he say?”
“Hey, it’s the guy from the mall,” Daisuke read aloud. “Do you wanna come watch a movie at my place?”
“Ew,” You scrunch your nose at the thought. “Who thinks it's a good idea for the first date to be at a private location?”
“He probably thought he was gonna get some,” Daisuke rolled his eyes, wrapping an arm around your waist.
“Yeah, I think that’s even worse,” You grumbled.
He only chuckled, asking, “What should I say back?”
“I dunno,” You shrugged. “Something stupid.”
“Sorry, I have to fold my dishes,” Daisuke spoke while typing, the silly grin never leaving his lips.
“That’s such an old meme,” You laughed. Your boyfriend merely shrugged, clicking send anyways. The two of you watched as it was marked read, then the message bubbles that popped up and disappears periodically. The two of you were giggling like it was the funniest thing in the world.
“When are you free then?” You read out this time. “Wow, am I really that good looking?”
“Duh,” Daisuke rolled his eyes while squeezing your waist. “I just got lucky that you chose me.”
“I didn’t choose you,” You replied. “You kinda snuck your way into my heart and one day I was like, damn…I like him.”
Looking down at you, Daisuke stared like you had hung the stars and moon, causing your heart to accelerate. Leaning down, he placed a short kiss to your lips, then swiftly kissed you again and again until his heart's content.
As you both got lost in each other's love, you had completely forgotten about the random guy, whose messages were left forgotten.
#mouthwashing#daisuke mouthwashing#mouthwashing daisuke#mouthwashing x reader#daisuke mouthwashing x reader#mouthwashing daisuke x reader#x reader
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I’ve been OBSESSED with Hayden Christensen lately but I can’t tell anyone because my entire family knows that I’ve never liked Star Wars so they’re gonna bully me if they find out 😭
#please#send help#how do I hyperfixate on something with no outlet#my family is so mean#especially my brother#they’re gonna be mean if I say anything
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Noodles and Tea’s work inspired me fr
#phineas and ferb#gravity falls#perry the platypus#bill cipher#crossover#heinz doofenshmirtz#major monogram#great googly moogly#And at this one stand there was this forest service guy#and he was selling these really amazing muffins#they had Dunkleberries and EVERYTHING they looked delicious but they had nuts in them so I didn’t buy them#(I’m not allergic or anything I just think that there is a time and a place where you don’t put nuts in food#like seriously this thing was STUFFED with pecans and I was like that’s gonna ruin the flavor! Pecan…. that’s a really weird word you know#like try saying it out loud a couple times. Pecan.. peCHAAANs. Pea-can. hm. hm.#anyway)#but this guy had some other really random junk lying around so I decided to take a look and I actually found something really msyerious!#there was this book with a big ‘2’ on it and I couldn’t find the other ones so I was like hey where’s the rest of these and he was like#we already sold them off and I was like WHAT that’s so crazy#like if you’re gonna sell a set of books#WHY would you sell each one separately cuz that would really suck to just like#start in the middle of a series or get hooked and never be able to continue it#and I was pretty wary anyways cuz it looked so CRYPTIC and WEIRD#but he said he’d give it to me for 92 cents and baby that’s a STEAL#couldn’t NOT take it#I mean it sat around on my desk for months and I mainly just used it as a paperweight until one night#they stopped broadcasting America’s Got Talent on my channel and out of SPITE I decided to find a way to defy American Tradition#and read a book#….what? ohhhh you though I was gonna build an inator over this#no at the time I was already working on a Tuesday Inator that would force every Calendar in the Tri-State area to always have every day#as Tuesday so I could ALWAYS have a discount on tacos! do you know how OVERPRICED those things are when they’re not on Tuesday?
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#rewatched this sneak peek for the first time since i first saw it and ugh. UUUUGHHGGHHH.#it hurts me a lot I’m ngl….. like to see charlie be so critical of something pim likes#except this time it’s even more painful because it isn’t just that pim likes it he also thought charlie would like it too and he literally#took him out and did this just for him because he thought he’d like it. he thought charlie said something so he went out of his way to#organise something to show to him to make him happy. and also how like… expectant? charlie is acting in the clip#like the way he just kinda frowns at pim whenever one of the dudes says something particularly out there#and it’s like. dude what the fuck#ive Said it once i’ll say it again i think charlie needs to lose pim during an episode or something. itd humble him#i mean that KIND OF happened with the finale but look where they are in s2#as usual what i always say. absolutely no actual complaints. if anything i Love this because it’s very clearly like#im so excited for this particular episode because you can just TELL its gonna be such a good one for their relationship#like looking into it analysing it n stuff#literally anything with them together has me screaming and cryjing they’re one of my fav duos ever#ok my hands are shaking bye#smiling friends#💝#smiling friends spoilers#also this is just Such a cute clip. the way pim runs and how charlie slugs on close behind him looking all grumpy#and how happy he looks to be calling him his best friend… actually peak i fear this is the peak of the season (joke
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