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nanamin-nah-nanamine · 24 days

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Nanami Kento NSFW alphabet

I hope you guys enjoy this long awaited headcanon! If you enjoy pls leave a like,rb and if you’re feeling extra girly pop maybe a little comment ^_^

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Kento is very practical in his aftercare to the point of it being a bit boring and routine, but that's the way he liked it. He wasn’t too fond of surprises in general, but especially not during a time that was meant to be soothing and bring both of you back to a leveled headspace. In other words, he’s basic. Two glasses of water on the nightstand, balms for soothing and dinner laid out on the stove in case you two had jumped the gun and hadn’t gotten to it yet.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Kento is very proud of his chest and his thighs. In coming back to Jujutsu society and being back on a strict training regiment, he’s happy with the fruits of his labors and he’s even more pleased when you grope around his chest and hum in appreciation. He’s a simple guy and having his lover’s hands all over him is a simple pleasure that he wishes to overindulge in whenever given the chance. If you were to ask him your favorite part about you, he would say everything and kiss your temple. If you were to ask him again and ask him to be brash, he would say with a red blush on his cheeks your ass. He loves how plush it feels, how it molds perfectly against him when the two of you cuddle and the sounds you make when he strikes it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He’s not the biggest fan of mess so if you’re having protected sex he prefers to just cum inside of a condom for easy disposal. If you two are fucking raw then he’s cumming so deep inside you that if you weren’t on birth control there wouldn’t be a year you weren’t pregnant💀

But Kento is Kento and he’s nothing if not safe so it takes months before he’s fucking you raw and he’s very dilligent about making sure your pill is taken on time and regularly. He does want kids with you but he doesn’t want any surprises.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes when you play with his nipples. He’s got a sensitive chest and even though it’s slightly embarrassing and he likes to act unbothered, he’ll let out the cutest little sighs and buck his hips up if you twist the rosy buds between your fingers and stroke him nice and slow. He likes when you take control occasionally, but he would never outright admit it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s only had one partner before when he was a lot younger, so most of his experience has been developed through you. He was basically a virgin when you two met, but he’s a diligent learner and we know when Kento is locked in he is LOCKED in.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He really like missionary 🥺 He wants to be able to see your pretty face when he’s making love to you. In general he prefers to have you on your back, and if he’s feeling rougher than usual he’ll put you in the mating press. It’s a win-win situation for both of you, you get your shit rocked and he gets to blow off steam. He likes the way your eyes roll back when he’s fucking you nice and deep 🥴

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’ll let a little chuckle slide now and then, but as mentioned prior when he is locked in he’s locked. When he’s in the moment, he wants to remain in the moment with you, like he’s painting every sound, every twitch of your lip and jerk of your hips to memory. He’s just about as aware as any sorcerer that life is fleeting so he wants to remember every moment he can with you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Yes y’all the carpets match the drapes 🙄 i’m just playing, his pubic hair is more of a dirty blonde brunette color than the hair on his head. He likes to keep things neat and tidy so he manscapes every week to make sure things are smelling good and its not too rough, because his pubes are actually quite coarse. He worries about your skin when you’re down there so you don’t get irritated. 🥺

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

We all know I am a big fan of tender lover Kento. He’s not a casual lover type of person, so when he finds the one he’s an all in kind of person. He wants to give his body to you, mind and soul, he wants to marry you one day, but due to life being so fleeting it's not something he can promise. So every time he makes love to you, it’s a silent promise he’s making to you, a vow of body and blood. Tied together by your pleasure. Sex isn’t just sex to Kento, it’s love.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He is but a man. It's not as often as when he was single, but when he’s pulling over time and his mind wanders to you asleep in your shared bed he gets a little hot and bothered. He’d pull his cock out of his slacks with a hiss and have a napkin ready on standby.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

BDSM. Every aspect of it appeals to Kento. He lives a very high stress life so being able to come home and have a sense of control for once. He’s also not opposed to occasionally giving up control, if you’re into that. It wouldn’t be his first time doing so. He does his research and actually finds the practice to be really stimulating to his mind. He’s more involved in the community than anybody would assume given his looks. He goes to workshops in his own time and comes back looking absolutely pleased with himself as he relays the information he’s learned.

He thinks you look very beautiful tied up and wanting for him. He also can’t help himself but to press on the bruises he’s given you to tease you throughout the day.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Home.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Submission. Complete unabashed submission drives him crazy. He finds it cute when you’re bratty but it makes him melt when you’re good. He can’t help but dote on you and give you whatever you want if you behave and ask him nicely. He does think it’s cute when you think having an attitude is going to get you what you want.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn’t like pain being inflicted on himself or degradation. Those are the two things that would have him safewording.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Like most of the JJK men Kento is a munch. This is a show full of munches and he’s got his degree in munchology from the university of headington. He loves to come home from a long day at work and lay between your thighs, lapping at your clit giving you nice slow orgasms.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It honestly depends on the situation. He’ll give it to you however you want, unless you were being especially bratty. If so then he’s going to tie you up and give it to you so mind numbingly slow until you’re crying and giving him an acceptable apology.

“I-ah! Kento!”you cry out. His hands grip your hips tightly as he pushes in slowly.

“That’s not a full sentence, my dear”he coos, sliding his hand down to rub his thumb teasingly over your clit.

“Mmm fuck!”

“So close baby, but it's not nice to curse your dom”he chuckles, increasing the speed of his thumb, but stopping anytime he feels you get a little too tight.

“Try again.”

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

It’s not really his thing 🤷🏾‍♀️ he really enjoys taking his time when it comes to these matters, so quickies don’t necessarily appeal to him. If you push him enough to make him snap tho, let’s just say the bathroom of the fancy restaurant is starting to look acceptable.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Kento kinda just follows the motto of RACK(risk aware consensual kink) he would argue that every type of sex has some level of risk involved(um actually 🤓☝🏻 headass 😒) but since so much of sex is new to him in this relationship he’s game to try new things.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Kento has a good 2 rounds in him I’m ngl🧍🏾‍♀️ but he lasts an almost abnormally long time during these two rounds. He has an immense amount of self control during sex and will hold back his own orgasm until you’ve cum. You can sit there and ride him to your heart's content and he’s not busting until you’re seeing stars.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He has an extensive amount of toys in his collection and it’s still growing. He thinks that toys enhance play so he’s completely down to use toys in the bedroom. He likes nice, well made things so he’s got a few small businesses that he gives his business to. He’s on a first name basis with some of the shop owners and he tips handsomely so he’s given tons of freebies.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Nanami Kento is one fucking tease alright. He enjoys teasing you and he’s very eager to use it as punishment because he’s so fucking good at it. It’s mainly because he has unwavering patience and self restraint especially when it comes to making a point. He leans towards edging vs overstimulation when he’s teasing.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s a sigher and a groaner. He prefers to keep his noises to a minimum so he can hear you, but there’s a really cute thing he does when he gets close in missionary. His cheeks go pink and his ears go red, and he’ll bury his face in the crook of your neck to hide his stuttered moans and grunts. He gets really soft and keening when you rub his back or stroke his hair while he’s thrusting in you. Call him a good boy at the right time and he’s sobbing.

Kento praise kink supremacy.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

His scalp is really sensitive so he likes having his hair pulled. It drives him crazy.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Kento is a good 6-7 inches, he’s definitely packing. The girth of his cock is average and he’s got a slight curve to him.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s got a pretty routine sex drive if that makes any sense 💀 like he’s pretty predictable so it’s easy to fall into a pattern with him.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t fall asleep until you’re asleep. It’s always been a thing with him to make sure you’re asleep before closing his eyes. He likes to debrief right after scenes during aftercare so he’s getting you two nice and cozy in the living room with cups of tea and pastries he’s stashed. He’ll hold you close to his chest and praise you tenderly while you guys discuss the scene.

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tired-and-panicked · 9 days

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yeah….. i cant stand any of this anymore i logged in yesterday and ya’ll were already hating and meme-ing Lance bc someone wrote some stupid lyrics and now its back to masses of death threats and disgustingly ableist comments because everyone suddenly decided they like Daniel again. Funny considering ya’ll were calling him washed and a misogynist a week ago.

and i’m not at all sorry, Daniel has called people cunts over the radio 100 times he can SHUT THE FUCK UP about lance and anyone else for all i care.

did Lance hit him? yes. did he deserve the penalty? yes. was the accident caused by a chain reaction at the front? YES.

this sport has become less about the actual driving and more about ripping apart other peoples fav drivers and teams COMMENTATORS INCLUDED HERE. and the ONLY reason i’m saying all of this is because all the people clowning Daniel in regards to Yuki, now only to turn around and start clowning Yuki now bc Daniel was having a good race. also please note the way a lot of you speak about Yuki your microagressions do not go unnoticed.

also i LOVED Daniel. i did for a long time, but its time to stop with the “hes so unlucky”. hes not. he made his own decisions when it came to leaving redbull and thats on him. no one else.

plus his incessant support of horner simply bc he wants a seat at RB (which he wont get) when that man HARASSED A WOMAN SO BAD SHES NOW OUT OF HER JOB AND STILL HAS HIS???

yeah no.

and this also doesn’t just apply to Lance or Daniel or Yuki tbh. ya’ll have been starting wars so insane it makes Pierre and Este seem neutral. let me say that again YOU HAVE MADE THE BAGUETTES SEEM NEUTRAL. jfc.

I have lost so much love for this sport this year because of fans that cannot grasp even the basics of how it works, the fia being grossly inconsistent and corrupt (even more than before which we didn’t think was possible), and team principles being absolute ding bats (please see Toto, James, and whoever the fuck runs alpha tauri - I REFUSE to say the new name).

anyways give Liam Lawson a seat. thats all.

#lance stroll #daniel ricciardo #yuki tsunoda #f1 #formula 1

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sothasil · 1 year

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hello my good friend and keeper of khajiit knowledge. I have an inquiry for you. How do khajiit babies start out? I've heard they all begin as kittens, which does make sense for most of the furstock, ease on the alfiqs, but I'm having trouble like. making logical sense of it (which I know is dumb for tes lore) and I was wondering if you had thoughts on the subject?

My biggest thing is just the sheer differences that would have to happen in the first few weeks/months/years (however long it takes for a furstock to develop in it's entirety) for the variances between just plain skeletal structure. Because if they all start as kittens, so four legged digitigrades, I cannot imagine the shift to two legged plantigrades makes for a pleasant infanthood. It's growing pains turned to full blast! There's gotta be differences in newborns between four legged and two legged and digitigrade vs plantigrade, and maybe they just start kitten sized, but not actually kittens?

sorry if this is a bothersome ask, you just know so much about khajiit/have amazing world building for them and I figured you could solidly set this into my brain besides just handwaving it and going "it's moon magic!" like everyone else has done rjgtkgjf

Hello Chance! I'll be answering this ask publicly just in case other people are interested - if you'd want it not shared, please say so and I'll lock RBs.

The short answer to your question is we don't know. Khajiit children, or depictions thereof, do not exist in TES. So strictly canonically speaking: we have nothing.

The longer answer: I have had the exact same train of thought before and came to similar conclusions. Not only do khajiit of all shapes and sizes have to grow into these shapes and sizes, but any shape of khajiit has to uh, get pushed out of any other shape of khajiit... For my own headcanon I have solved this with two ideas. The following is all headcanon!

The first thing: the furstock of the mother will in major part dictate how many babies they can have in a single litter. In real life biology, humans have it very complicated, because our hips, made for walking upright, work poorly to give birth. Following this, I think the more humanoid a khajiit is, the less babies they can carry at once.

In my own Khajiit OC families, this is why Ma'Jahrann only has a brother and they are both single litters, because their mom is an Ohmes. But the mom herself (Elaahni) is one of half a dozen litter-sisters, her mother being Alfiq-raht.

The second thing: all khajiit are born as tiny shapeless cat beans. The younger they are, the more khajiit look like each other in terms of furstocks. Some eventually stand upright and others do not. Here is some concept art based on this idea I did for Beyond Skyrim.

On top of growing into their adult body plan, I made them also grow into their coat, with some more humanoid furstocks staying relatively hairless for a khajiit (see my Ohmes concept art). While this makes for rapid, weird growing, this is arguably the case for many animals including humans, who go from quadrupeds to bipeds pretty fast!

For BSE, instead of doing a model per furstock for children which would be a hefty amount of work, we decided on only three at around the same young age as vanilla kids, to "sum up" all furstocks with three yet less defined body types: a quadruped very catlike one, a digitigrade fully furry one with a long tail, and a plantigrade type with a straighter neck; allowing for variety with limited ressources.

For my own OCs again - some older drawings I did of Rezad and Rakkan show them as having short legs and a very catlike baby shape, despite both of them being bipeds, Cathay and Cathay-raht respectively. Again, because as babies, their body plan is more muddy.

Rezad and his dad, both Cathay

This being said - I hope this is inspiring, but again, all headcanon! As with any unexplained lore area, it's your freedom to make your preferred takes out of it :) Cheers!

#khajiit #ask #the elder scrolls

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nonstoplover · 2 years

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more moments to remember ~ pierre gasly (pg10)

my masterlist | my f1 masterlist

pairing: pierre gasly x single mom!reader

summary: short stories of happy memories with pierre and his newfound little family | this is pt.2 to this fic, but it can be read as a standalone piece

words: 5.7K

warnings: basically dad!pierre, kid has a name (Austin), pierre with a kid (*-*), mainly only pierre and austin with reader often missing from the scenes sorry not sorry, not betaread

a/n: i became so caught up in the idea of pierre with a kid (my baby fever isn't helping me rn) that i couldn't stop thinking about situations in which i want to see pierre and austin interact, so i just had to write it. also, i got a rb where they said they need more of pierre and austin (same) and it gave me the final push to write it. so thank you kodzusficrec, this is for you <3

tbh i literally cried a lot writing this. yes, pierre himself has this effect on me. especially when he's with a kid.

reader, please don't be a ghost, all feedback is well appreaciated, rb or comment!

taglist: formulapierre

It all starts after a race when Pierre's very first thought is instinctively to call (y/n) and Austin, just wanting to hear their voices before anyone else's. It's only been a week since she agreed to give the two of them together a chance – it took quite a bit of convincing from Pierre's side, but he was always fully determined to achieve his goals, and this time it wasn't any different.

He knows why she hesitated so long, she's been scared that her being a mom already changed everything. It did change things, but only in a good way. Ever since meeting Austin, the little boy has been Pierre's ray of sunshine even on the darker days, even only the thought of him, something (y/n) was probably too scared to notice. Scared that it would only make things difficult, him being a race car driver and them just being... them.

In her mind, he deserves something else, not a single mom with an always over-excited kid. And on the other hand, Austin has already lost one father – though without knowing him in any way –, so the last thing she'd want is for him to experience loss again, in case things didn't quite work out with her and Pierre. Especially since Pierre was his role model in life, his favourite F1 driver. Who knows how bad he would take it if one day Pierre left?

Ever since Austin was born, (y/n) only went out with a couple of guys, and no one stayed long enough for her to introduce them to her son. This was completely new. Still, Pierre's determination and him having a solution and answer to every question or fear she voiced, it all eventually led to her finally agreeing to give it a try.

Now it's been a week, and he's already so absorbed in the small family that the first people he wants to talk to as soon as he gets out of his car is them two. It's a feeling in his chest and his mind that he wants to remember forever. If he could somehow immortalise it, he would.

That's when the thought pops in his head that he should keep a list of things, moments that he never wants to forget – a separate note in his phone's notes app dedicated to (y/n) and Austin.

"What if I fly out tomorrow and we can meet again?" Pierre suggests when he's finally able to FaceTime the young woman.

Her surprised eyes momentarily freeze on the screen due to bad connection, then her almost disbelieving chuckle enters his ears through his earbuds. "You'd want to do that? You have a race weekend next week as well, don't you have to be there soon?"

"I can manage to be with you for a little while," he shrugs with a soft smile on his face – something that is just always there when he looks at her, he can't help it. When he sees the doubt still being apparent in her expression, he's swift to add, "I really want to see you again, coeur."

It only takes this one sentence to melt her resistance – and honestly, she wants to see him just as much, he's proven to be the best company she's had in a very long time, with him life seems better, easier, and way more fun. She feels like a teenager with a crush, experiencing slowly falling in love for the first time, as if she's not a mom already, as if she went back in time to when it was simple just going on dates with nice guys.

It's just that she doesn't want to cause him trouble with having to fly out to her when he has a race so close ahead. But with that sentence and that smile she can't fight it anymore. She simply says okay with a wide grin.

—

The second thing Pierre eagerly types in his special note is when he meets Austin in person again, the first time after that particular race he holds so close to his heart, when he first had the chance to really have a conversation with (y/n) and her son.

She's been reluctant to let the two boys meet again sooner, not wanting to cause unnecessary hurt for her son – she had to be sure things work out with Pierre in the first place, with his hectic schedule and being away so much, she had to be sure that the initial connection they both felt with the other wasn't just some projection of her desires, something she only imagined.

Well, turns out things definitely work out with him, actually a lot better than she could've ever expected it. They have so many things in common, their personalities matching as if it was meant to be.

When Pierre enters the apartment, following her steps, he can feel his heartbeat going fast. It's ridiculous, he hasn't been this nervous even when he met (y/n) for the first time after that race. And he knows the little guy likes him. Why is he so anxious then?

It all disappears though when he stops in the doorway she led him to, the one that leads to the living room, and Austin looks up from his spot on the carpet where he's been playing with toy race cars. For one moment he's just looking without a reaction, but then he springs into action. The absolute joy that appears on his tiny face as his eyes fully take in the driver is enough to calm Pierre down in an instant.

"Pierre came back!" Austin screams, probably directed at his mom who's standing at the side of the room, talking with the babysitter who's just getting ready to leave. (y/n) glances to the side, right at the boy, smiling wide from seeing his happy, excited expression.

The kid jumps up from his spot, leaving the cars behind without a second thought, as if they didn't even exist and he hasn't been in the middle of a race just a couple seconds beforehand, and he rushes towards the man, throwing himself against Pierre's legs, grabbing onto them tight, like he's afraid that if he didn't hold them strong enough, the driver would disappear.

It's such a warm welcome, Pierre can feel his heart filling to the brim with happiness, nearly bursting from it, and suddenly he's not sure if he can ever leave the little boy again – if yes, then it's definitely only for the feeling of getting another welcome similar to this once more when he comes back again.

—

When he experiences a happiness this huge – almost unbearable – again, it's the time he realises he's started to come to (y/n)'s apartment as if it was his too. There's no nerves anymore as he gets closer to the building or the front door, no standing around on the corridor slightly afraid to knock, then waiting for the door to open whilst smoothing out the nearly invisible wrinkles on his shirt.

Now he just gets out of the car and walks inside, calling out her name as he does so to announce his arrival. It's almost like coming home.

And then Austin bursts out of the bedroom, both his small hands full with those toy cars, his favourite toys, telling Pierre to go follow him to the living room because they have a race to do, a rematch to last time's race. He's yet to notice that the man always lets him win, he seems to think Pierre's only good at driving real cars, and not the tiny toy ones.

The man doesn't mind the slightest, he might have a really competitive personality, but as long as he can watch the young kid enthusiastically push around the miniature Alpha Tauri race car Pierre got him – he honestly struggled to see Austin play with a Red Bull and a Mercedes, something that (y/n) found very entertaining – he can actually enjoy coming in second (and last).

That one car actually became the boy's most favourite, most treasured toy, as soon as he tore the wrapping paper off and his (y/e/c) eyes fell on it. "It's like I'm you! I will always win from now on whenever I play with my friends, because it's your car I'm with!" the kid exclaimed, so sure in himself, and out of nowhere Pierre noticed tears blurring his vision.

Anyway, since Austin keeps on winning again and again, whenever he plays with Pierre, his mom or even the babysitter, his conviction has yet to break still.

—

Then comes the very moment that almost makes every happy moment he's ever had in his entire life suddenly seem less thrilling.

Pierre has decided to bring them with him one weekend to the upcoming race – and only had to reason with her for a surprisingly short time. He knows how much Austin would enjoy being in the paddock, and he himself would be more than happy to have the two of them there.

He knows it was the absolute best decision he could've made, not just when he sees the clear, genuine delight on the kid's face as he tries to take in everything around him with wide eyes, but also when he leaves to change into his race suit and comes back to find Austin proudly showing his Alpha Tauri toy car to Yuki. His teammate is smiling contentedly, asking questions from the little boy, with (y/n) watching from the side.

But the best part comes when he takes them around some more, Austin sitting in the crook of his arm so he won't get lost in-between the dozens of people rushing around the paddock and also to make sure that he gets a better view at everything. It's crazy how well the boy fits there, on his arm, as if he was meant to be there – it makes Pierre feel more than delighted, and somehow also very proud.

He doesn't even need to hold the kid with two hands anymore, like he did that very first time he held Austin like this, many moons back, for that first picture taken of the two of them – one that has since been followed by many, many more. Pierre comfortably balances the boy on his arm, his free hand reaching out in search of (y/n)'s fingers so he could intertwine them with his own.

A couple people Pierre knows better around the paddock and who are not in a hurry, approach them on their way and strike a short conversation. Not many people knew up until now that Pierre had a girlfriend – and even less that he even had a kid now.

"And who are you, little boy?" one of them asks, smiling sweetly.

Pierre glances down at the boy's face to see if he'll answer or he has to do it for the kid. "My name's Austin," comes the reply with that adorable self-assured, high-pitched voice Pierre came to adore so much in the past weeks. "I came to watch my dad race."

And this is the sentence that makes Pierre nearly drop the kid. He can hear the small gasp that escapes (y/n) at her son's announcement, and his heartrate is so high he thinks even during the races he's never experienced something like this. Glancing up at the man they've been talking to he notes the surprise in his eyes just as much. It's safe to say none of the three adults here expected such a reply – but Pierre would and will never correct it, or add any further explanation.

It's genuinely one of the most delighted he's ever been. Austin called him his dad.

—

From then on they spend even more time together, Pierre flying out any time he can to be able to be with them, with his son, or arranging for them to come meet him if he really can't get away from his tasks.

And that's how the next addition comes to his special note. One early summer day (y/n) manages to convince the kid to go out to the nearby park instead of playing with his cars at home – only with Pierre's help though. Austin seems to pay attention to his dad more now, dad somewhat taking mom's place in the top position in his eyes, but (y/n) doesn't mind. Not even the slightest bit. Her son finally has a father.

So she helps the boy get dressed, tying his shoelaces carefully so they wouldn't come undone in the predictable running around he would no doubt do. She tells them to go ahead as she locks the door, grabbing the bag she's packed with some water to drink and snacks to have in case they get hungry while out.

She catches up to them on the street, approaching the two while watching gleefully as Austin jumps around, telling some story to Pierre. The driver glances back above his shoulder to check if she's coming and flashes a smile her way when their eyes connect for a couple short seconds before his attention turns back to the kid.

Her hand slips into his immediately – it's become an instinct by now for both of them, and she falls into rhythm with her boys. Pierre reaches out without tearing his eyes away from Austin, grabbing onto the strap of her bag to take it from her, wordlessly insisting that he'll bring it instead of her with the motion of his hand gently pushing away her protesting palm she's held out in front of her.

As soon as they arrive to the park, Austin's off to the playground, befriending the kids already there without a problem – a quality (y/n) has always envied, never being someone herself to make friends easily. But maybe it's simpler for children.

They sit down on a closeby bench, immersing in their own discussion without the kid being there to direct the flow of conversation with his own stories. They talk about the past races and the upcoming ones, her being a Formula One fan since her teenage years helping her knowing quite a lot about the sport and understanding most of the things Pierre shares with her about strategy and about the car itself. And whatever's past her current knowledge, he's always more than happy to explain everything, making sure he speaks understandably but without making her feel dumb for not knowing.

When a couple hours has passed and the time comes to go back home, Pierre calls out Austin's name, the two adults standing up and gathering their bags, (y/n) checking around the bench once more to make sure they don't leave anything there – there was one time a year or so back when she and Aust accidentally left one of his toy cars underneath a bench, and he wouldn't calm down until she rushed back the same way they went home to find it for him, and it's something she never wants to experience again.

As Austin arrives to his parents, his tiny hand reaches up and moves against Pierre's palm, fingers clasping around the man's hand so casually as if that's completely normal – but he's never done it before, and so the naturality of the movement makes it even more special for the driver.

(y/n) turns back towards the boys to find Pierre grinning so wide it reaches from one ear to the other, and all of a sudden she just wants to grab his face and kiss him until they're both out of breath. He's just so amazing. The best father to her son she could've ever asked for, even if he's not the man who actually helped create said boy.

Austin's small fingers press into his skin and Pierre holds the child's hand delicately but tight enough that the connection wouldn't accidentally end by a sudden movement made by either of them. The little boy then turns his head towards his mom, grabbing onto her hand too, and even though Pierre enjoys having her touch on his skin as much as possible, holding her hand whenever they're walking somewhere, right now he doesn't mind at all that he can't do just that.

They're walking home like a real family.

—

When (y/n)'s birthday is coming up and she plans a night out with her best friends, it's the first time Pierre babysits Austin. The first time it's only the two of them. (y/n) didn't want to leave him like that, with a tiring job like that to do, and he even had the option to join her, but eventually he told her that she deserves some time spent with her friends, and her friends only, and since he loves being with Austin so much, it would never feel like a job looking after him.

That's how early in the evening she gently presses a kiss on Austin's head as he's sitting on the couch, then walks to the door with Pierre by her side. She says a quick thank you, for what is probably the hundredth time that day, and he softly shuts her up by capturing her lips with his own.

"I love you, mon chéri, have fun," he mumbles against her lips and feels them curl into a smile before she pulls away, saying back the same three words and moving out the door into the night.

"Okay, kiddo, what should we do first?" Pierre asks as soon as he's back in the living room.

Austin simply points at the controller that belongs to his favourite car race game, and Pierre happily joins the boy on the couch to spend the following hour or so with the two of them racing each other, trying to go faster and faster to gain more points.

When they grow tired, eyes having been focused on the swiftly changing screen for so long, they eat dinner – some leftover from lunch –, then decide to bake a surprise cake for (y/n) for the next day. Aust has a very clear vision about what he wants to make, trying to explain the best he can to Pierre how the cake should be in the form of a Formula One car, and preferably the same colours as an Alpha Tauri one.

It's not easy collecting every ingredient from around the kitchen and pantry, the two boys have to check almost every cupboard and cabinet, Austin sitting on Pierre's arm most of the time to be at the needed height so he can get the things they want.

A recipe is open on Pierre's phone, the screen getting more and more dusty by flour and powdered sugar as they keep on touching it with dirty fingers, right until it gets a bit difficult to read the words of the next step and he has to carefully clean it with a clean spot on the fabric of his already pretty stained shirt.

When the batter is ready, they look at pictures of race car shaped cakes online to use as inspiration and help, but eventually decide that it's way above their cake baking skills so they decide to make a normal, rectangular cake instead, and to only draw a race car on top with the coloured frosting. In the end that becomes quite the challenge all the same, both of them trying their best to make their own drawings – one car each – recognisable, but not being very successful in that, they have to admit.

With the frosting left Austin has the idea to sign the cake (as if we're giving our autograph to a fan, papa!), and they scribble something resembling their names in-between the two terrible-looking cars. Aust has the tip of his tongue peeking out from between his lips as he's concentrating deeply to not mess up the letters, having only learnt how to write his name not long ago.

When they're finished and have put the cake in the fridge, they go back to the living room to watch a movie, and even though Austin chose it and has been utterly excited throughout the first ten minutes or so, he gets more and more quiet as time passes, and eventually he falls asleep, his head laid on Pierre's lap. The driver carefully reaches out to grab the folded blanket from the armrest of the couch and covers the boy with slow, gentle movements in order to not wake him up.

(y/n) comes home not much time later, and taking off her shoes she hears some distant noise coming from the living room so she moves that way, thinking she'll find her boyfriend in there. She was right, he's sitting right there on the couch, but as the credits roll on the screen with some soft music playing in the background, his head is leant back against the headrest, eyes closed and lips slightly parted as he's fast asleep.

Noiselessly she pulls out her phone from her purse, snapping a photo of her two favourite boys in the world sleeping soundly on the couch, Pierre's hand resting on Austin's shoulder as he still lays on his lap, the little boy's hand wrapped around two of the driver's fingers. It's one of the most heartwarming sights she's ever seen, her boys sleeping so peaceful and contented, completely knocked out.

The picture immediately becomes her new lockscreen, one that would keep on making her smile every time she glances at it – and one that makes a cute blush appear on Pierre's cheeks and neck when he sees it the next morning, but not without a wide smile taking over his features all the same.

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There soon comes the first time Pierre goes to pick Austin up from school by himself, first of many, and another addition to his favourite memories. As he gets out of the car, he can already hear the kid screaming the word dad – something he still hasn't gotten fully used to, so it still makes his heart skip a beat –, standing just outside the front door, next to his teacher and a couple of other children who are waiting for their parents.

Pierre jogs up the stairs leading to the door, immediately greeting the teacher. The woman smiles at him saying nice to meet you, then Pierre squats down to check if Austin is fully ready to leave, shoelaces tied and jacket properly zipped. He impulsively presses a kiss to the top of the kid's head as his hand grabs the small backpack hanging from Austin's shoulder.

"So you're the famous dad Austin always talks about," the teacher speaks up again, making Pierre look up from his crouching position before straightening himself, a bit of nerves creeping into his bones. "If only half of what he says is true, you're doing a fantastic job," she chuckles.

Pierre's heart feels like bursting. It's the first time he's ever been complimented in the role of a dad. Blood rushes to his cheeks as he murmurs a thank you, averting his eyes in his embarrassed happiness – still the woman can't help but notice how he somehow stands taller all of a sudden, his shoulders squared from hearing her praise.

After saying goodbye, Pierre holds his hand out to signal to his son to grab it and they make their way back to the car, Austin clearly super excited that his dad came to pick him up – he loves it when he can sit in the back with Pierre driving. He always pretends that they're in a Formula One car, racing – and in the end winning, of course. It doesn't matter to him that Pierre doesn't actually go even the tiniest bit above the speed limit. He's an F1 driver and that's all that is important.

Getting to the car Austin climbs into his seat and Pierre fastens the seatbelt carefully around him, making sure it doesn't fall in a place that would make it uncomfortable for the boy, his fingers now moving just as professionally as (y/n)'s did once back in the parking lot next to a race track, with Pierre watching on from her side, not having a clue about what the future held – only hope.

He then moves around the car to sit in the driver's seat, and as he's settling down, just about to start the car, something appears in the corner of his eye – Austin holding out a big piece of paper from his seat in the back towards him.

"What is this?" Pierre asks as he takes it from the boy.

"I made it!" the kid announces proudly. "We had to draw a happy memory we have with our family and I chose this."

Pierre's eyes move from the image of the boy in the rearview to the paper now in his hand and his breath hitches. Obviously it's not a perfect drawing, anyone could see it was made by a few-year-old kid, but it's still easily perceptible what it portrays.

He sees the figures of three people on the colourful drawing, two bigger and one small in the middle, all three holding hands. To their right, there's something that looks very much like his real-life race car, in the background probably a garage at the paddock, with Austin's crooked letters at the top saying Alfa Tauri. Pierre makes a mental note to teach the kid later how the team's name is spelled correctly, but for now he just savours the feeling overtaking him watching the drawn picture.

A happy memory with his family, and Austin chose this.

"Hey, Aust, can I keep this?" Pierre turns around in his seat to look at the boy, already thinking about how it would definitely go on his fridge, somewhere he could look at it all the time and remember this very moment.

"Sure," the boy nods with a serious look in his eyes. "But it has a price."

"Oh yeah?"

"You have to buy me ice cream on the way home and you can't tell mom."

Pierre has to bite the inside of his cheeks to repress the chuckle that's threatening to burst out, expecting nothing less from the kid. "You got it, petit."

He's definitely his mother's son.

—

As the end of the season is slowly coming to an end, Pierre decides to finally make the next move in his relationship with (y/n). One night as they're having dinner in a small restaurant, out on a date night with Austin spending the night with her parents, in the middle of a casual conversation, just as he's listening to her ramble on about the dessert they're sharing and without his eyes ever leaving her (y/e/c) coloured ones he reaches up with one hand, placing something on the table right in front of her.

(y/n) glances down mid-sentence, curious about what he's placed there, and she nearly drops the small fork she's been holding in the air with another piece of the dessert balancing on top, what she wanted to say immediately forgotten. Lightly coughing because she nearly choked on some crumbs, her eyes take in the shiny key with a dark blue ribbon delicately tied around it, with a simple name tag hanging from the end of it saying her name.

"Are you– what–" she mutters, seemingly unable to form a complete sentence.

"Would you move in with me?" Pierre asks as simply and naturally as if he's only asking whether she enjoys the dessert or not.

Her wide eyes are still trained on the key, still somewhat in shock by the sudden turn of events. They haven't even been together for a year and he'd want them to live together? He wants to live with Austin?

"I've been thinking about it for a long time, don't worry, ange, I'm sure I thought about everything," he reasons before she could voice her possible doubts and fears, reading the way her eyes move as an open book and knowing what's going on in her mind. "I truly want you and Austin to be around all the time, without any of us having to fly to somewhere else. It's enough time spent apart that we have to do because of my job, I don't want the rest of the time we could finally spend together having to be wasted away because we live apart."

She honestly feels as if all her vocabulary left her, no words in her mind anymore that she could use to somehow answer him. Her eyes get glossy with tears as a disbelieving grin appears on her lips. Pierre watches on with racing heart as the most beautiful sight unfolds in front of him.

(y/n) nods vigorously, trying to compensate the loss of words with the movements of her head, grabbing the key with slightly shaking fingers. Blinking away the teardrops she looks deep in his eyes, pressing the key to her chest, somewhere above her heart.

"I would love to," she speaks finally when words seem to come back. "And I know that Aust would love it more than anything too."

—

When their one year anniversary comes, they use the next race-free weekend and go for a little getaway trip on the northern French countryside, Austin now spending time with his other grandparents, Pierre's parents in Rouen – the little boy stealing their hearts about five minutes after arriving when Pierre first took his new family home to introduce them during the summer break of last year.

The couple spends the day after their arrival sightseeing in the nearby villages, walking hand in hand and enjoying the feeling of not having to rush anywhere for once, and then they cook pasta for dinner together. Even when they have the chance to eat at restaurants, they rarely do, somehow the act of cooking together is far greater joy for both of them most of the time.

Before sitting down at the dining table right next to the window, with the colours of the gorgeous spring sunset seeping through the lace curtain and pouring onto the table, Pierre pulls out a candle from his bag, placing it carefully on the table and lighting it as (y/n)'s giggles fill the air. "What a romantic soul you are," she remarks joyfully.

"Is it too much?" he glances up from his task grinning.

"Nope, never," she replies with a single shake of her head.

They peacefully eat dinner, a comfortable silence hanging over them for a couple minutes only broken by the jingle of the cutlery mildly hitting the plates with each bite they take of the delicious dish.

"Actually, I wanted to–"

"I think this is the perfect time–"

They start talking at the same time, both of them bursting into a soft fit of laughter when they realise how in sync they really are.

"You go first," Pierre smiles, motioning for her to say whatever she's wanted to just a minute earlier.

(y/n) clears her throat, placing her fork down on the side of her plate. "So, as I was saying, I think this is the perfect time for me to give you something." With that she leans to the side and reaches into her handbag that's been laying on the ground next to the dining table, his eyes following with slight confusion. Didn't they agree on no anniversary gifts?

Without another word spoken, she hands something small wrapped in brown paper to him above the table. Pierre eyes her for a moment, letting his fingers wrap around the object without him actually paying attention to the movement of them, but he can't read anything from her (y/e/c) orbs.

He slowly looks down and starts unwrapping it, right until the paper falls down – nearly landing in his remaining pasta – and he lets out a gasp. In-between his fingers there's a pregnancy test. A positive pregnancy test.

"Is this–?" his eyes shot up to her face, now split in two by her absolutely gorgeous grin.

"Yes," she lets out a giggle. "We're gonna have a baby."

"A baby," Pierre repeats in slight disbelief, tears gathering in his eyes.

"You're going to be a father, for real this time."

This sentence breaks him from the trance he's been in and he lets out a cheery whoop, jumping up from his seat and rushing to her side, falling to his knees by her chair. His hands gently grab the sides of her face and pull her in for a heated kiss, the wet, salty stains his rolling teardrops made on his skin brushing against her cheek.

Ever since he became a stepfather to a toddler, he's been dreaming of having his own child with (y/n) – dreaming of how the said child would look like, with her elegant, perfectly shaped nose and his piercing icy blue eyes. And now his dream will actually come true.

Mid-kiss one of his hands leaves her cheek and comes to a rest on her belly, wanting the baby in there to feel a connection with their father no matter how impossibly tiny they still might be. When they break apart in need of oxygen, (y/n) giggles once more, eyes gazing down at the way he's softly pressing his palm into her stomach.

"Austin's gonna be a big brother," Pierre notes dreamily.

"Yes, he will," she replies joyously.

As the driver slowly stands back up again to return to his seat, she speaks up again. "What is it you wanted to say?" Pierre has to force his mind from going a hundred miles an hour from this beautiful piece of news to think back to a couple minutes before, having completely forgotten that he was about to say anything in the first place.

Then he suddenly feels the small box pressing into his thigh inside his pocket and everything comes back to him. "Oh, I actually planned on making this evening special and beautiful and memorable, but I guess you already succeeded in that, mon ange," he chuckles.

Nevertheless his fingers move inside his pocket and he pulls the box out, putting it on the table between them, in the meantime opening it so she can immediately catch a glance inside. Now it's her turn to gasp, her eyes landing on the simple yet dazzling ring nestling inside the little velvety box.

"I wanted to ask you a question," Pierre continues, even though half of his mind is still somewhere else – in the not so far future, his inner eyes picturing himself with a newborn baby in his arms, the young woman, his wife laying on the hospital bed, exhausted and with her hair messy but still looking perfect, smiling blissfully happy up at him. "Mon amour, will you marry me?"

.::the end::.

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void-botanist · 21 days

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🪄 🪄 🪄

Partytown by Glenn Frey

This is not about who you think it's about, I promise (but please tell me who you thought of before you went through the cut).

I got sick of my job, sick of my wife Sick of my future and sick of my life I packed up my car and I got some gas And told everybody they could kiss my ass I'm goin' to Partytown

Yeah so this one is about post-funeral Pirianus. After a few weeks of widowhood he decides to take a trip to the seaside, and then he just sort of vanishes. Thade eventually finds him on a different coast altogether kicking back and pretending that his life at the palace didn't exist. This goes about as well as you would expect, with such exchanges as

Thade: excuse me, what the fuck dude Pirianus: I'm done with you people. I have wasted 40 years of my life in the palace, and I'm not going to waste any more of it. bye [closes door] Thade: again, excuse me, what the fuck, you are still married to us people Pirianus: just tell them I died at sea and go away Thade: [banging on door] YOU TELL THEM

Breakfast At Tiffany's by Deep Blue Something

I see you - the only one who knew me And now your eyes see through me I guess I was wrong So what now? It's plain to see we're over And I hate when things are over When so much is left undone

The way the plot of this song goes, it's unclear what actually happens. But it ends on this note of "well, maybe we can build back from the one thing we have in common" (which could also be "here's the one tiny comfort of breaking up with someone who seems completely different now" and they still break up). And I think that's really the story of Avis and Sorian. As far as Avis is concerned, Sorian is the only person who has ever really known her. But now everything is so different and she can't decide if she hates him or hates losing him more.

Feels Like Rain by Buddy Guy ft. Bonnie Raitt

The flow of this song is incredible. The transition into the chorus? Gets me every time.

Down here the river, meets the sea And in the sticky heat, I feel you open up to me Love comes out of nowhere, baby, just like a hurricane And it feels like rain And it feels like rain

This is an Anni and Zel song, both for all of the comparisons to and mentions of water (when are they not near water, first of all, and second of all, Zel's religion uses a lot of water imagery and her connection with that is important) AND the idea of the relief and refreshingness of finally opening up. Zel is keeping a lot of secrets and a lot of feelings that slowly trickle (pun somewhat intended) into Anni's knowledge over the course of TFA and its sequel.

Send a 🪄 get a song I am unnormal about

Soravis taglist: @vacantgodling @athenswrites @kk7-rbs

Music taglist: @outpost51 @kk7-rbs

#I gotta spend time on worldbuilding TFA religions but I have an okay grasp of Anni's and Zel's #the widow lives of Kiatcarmen's spouses are actually so funny to me. also because they're so used to each other now they can't be split up #not really. which is not something any of them expected #wip: aom #wip: cm #wip: iecunem #wip: tfa #music #magic wand ask game

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atrirose · 4 months

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hi! idk if you were the anon who asked abt tagging you on my latest work but i’m so so sorry i didn’t, i only joined two weeks ago and i’ve never had to tag anyone yet so i didn’t know it was the convention,,,

i promise i didn’t mean to use your idea without credit, i thought linking the original post was the right way of giving credit and that you’d be notified but if that’s not the case i sincerely apologize

as for permission, in a similar vein, i thought liking/reblogging was the way to do so since that’s what moodboard/header creators ask for but i completely get that it could be different for writers

if you’d prefer that i take down what i wrote, just lmk and i will! if you're okay with me keeping it up, i'll tag you as soon as you give me the word — again, i’m really really sorry and i’ll be sure to go about things better when i get inspo from another user

hi babes i have no idea what you are talking about so i checked your page and it seems to me that you linked one of my random thoughts as jay oneshot that you wrote. it’s okay since you are new, it’s completely fine but as far as it goes whenever there was someone on enhablr who wanted to do something similar to me after being inspired by my work have asked me before hand in case im comfortable with it or not and it can be confusing i understand but moodboard creators have it mentioned as to how they want credits which does not apply to everyone here.

secondly it’s alright you can keep it up if you want i mean, i did see your rb under my post but i didn’t think of something you would actually be doing, uhm yeah also if you see someone brainstorming or putting ideas out there please ask them if you can use it or just leave it be as it can be disrespectful to some people (im not saying me but i want you to be careful thats all 😭🫶🏻) anyways so you can have it up dont worry.

as for whether anon(?) is me or not, it’s not me i actually had that anon informing about it too so i think they are the same people. BTW DONT SWEAT IT TAKE IT EASY.

#̲ msg !#wonwayne ⁽ 1 ⁾

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goldenboots1 · 1 year

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I’m so sorry guys but i need to address this and I don’t know who to talk about it too. I don’t want to be that person. But oh boy... If you don’t want to read my two pennies of thoughts just scroll past this.

This night I got a alert from IG that RB postet a reel, so i pressed on it and watched it. It wasn’t postet today or this night it actually was postet on Saturday last week and it was a cute video of Christian on the pit wall. The comments on this post where bad, so disgustingly bad that i was shocked and I really hope RB takes consequences from this because this is just so wrong. “The car changed over night to this? This is sabotaged! I have never seen this happened before.” I’m sorry. But tell me you know nothing about F1 without telling me you know nothing about F1. This happens all the time! To every Team! To every driver! Just because it was your driver and its the first time you witnessed this dosen’t mean it never happened before?! It quite literally happens every race weekend. The car feels okay on Friday so the engineers and strategist’s at the factory working in overdrive to make the car feel great! And on Saturday they are testing if they worked in the right direction. Looks like someones feedback wasn’t precisely enough. But yes the team who is aiming for the constructors title again just starts to sabotage one car because the other driver can’t win on his own. I’m sorry to break it to you. But he can. He always did. He carried the team for ages. Just look and the point differences between him and his teammates! If you can’t deal with this, F1 might not be the right sport for you. Please watch football that fanbase is as toxic as you are.

The problem is that this one driver starts to blame the team for his mistakes and this is just so wrong! He starts to play the victimcard all the time its so annoying! I don’t want ihm in this team anymore. Because if you talk shit over your team, blame the team for mistakes you made!!! RedBull said it more than ones no mistakes where found in his fucking car! None! But he blamed the car! On live television?! WHAT A TEAMPLAYER IS THAT?! NONE! Its just a dick move! To blame the team and fire up the conspiracy terrorists just because you are to ‘stupid’ to drive?! I’m so fucking angry! Max gets slandered for month now because of Brazil and because hes such a bad teammate but this stupid person is even worse! He slandered the whole team for a fucking mistake he made!! What teamplayer does that?! An no one is talking about it! But RedBull and Max and Christian getting hate on every post. Its so bad! They are threatening to hurt Max in Mexico, Miami and other races its fucking vile. and I hate that everyone just says Max fans are the worst. BUT I NEVER TALKED TO A MAX FAN THIS TOXIC! And if Max fans to the same as his fans they are the racist and bad ones again. I hate it here. I might need to log out of F1 for the next few weeks and hope it gets better after. But I highly doubt that.

Also hello to all the Daniel and Maxiel fans out there who only like Max for the ship. Max always has been funny even without Daniel. He dosen’t need Daniel to exist and be funny. The only thing Daniel does is help Max be a bit relaxed during the interviews. Because sitting next to a person whos fans want to kill you can be quite bad! So stop acting like Max is a different person now that Daniel is back. Its not true, you just haven’t watched any interview he did for the last 4 years!

#I'm so sorry for this rant #I'm just so angry #i'm just so frustrated #I don't get why RedBull isn't doing anything #Max spoke up about his and his families mental health and he was laughed at by several presenters #bootscorner

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nenestansunsthings · 6 months

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Ive been meaning to ask you to expand on this oc but i always forget please tell me more <3

EUNNNNN MY GIRL EUN!!!! shes originally for an scp-esque rp but milgram au eun is FUN. warnings for um. harassment and violence. also cannibalism

she worked as a cognitive psychology teacher in a college before her getting fired!!she ended up pissing off another teacher, sena, who started accusing her of misconduct and turning people against her and eventually ended up framing her for a crime to get her fired! what it is i dont know yet but im thinking sena smashed up a bunch of her own lab equipment on a night eun was supposed to be working late but left early (suspicious!!) and managed to convince people it was eun by disguising herself

anyway this got eun fired and they took the money for fixing everything out of her paycheck and she got kicked out of the school housing thing she was living in and no other academic job or eventually Any job would take her so. yeah no girlies been having a... rough few months

shes very bad at actually expressing her emotions, and tends to look pretty blank faced but like. shes been under a prolonged smear campaign and then got framed for vandalism and fired and was left basically alone for Months after that so. shes not doing the best at ALL mentally? and then she just happens to find senas house/address and even if the woman looks horrified to see her because sena is kind of self centred and an asshole she refuses to admit any wrongdoing and kind of. accuses eun of really being the kind of worthless person she'd thought she was, if she couldnt pull herself back up by her bootstraps and had fallen this far

so uh. welcome to euns three week long revenge stalking campaign! she does not know how to manage this situation and has long since gotten too overwhelmed to even try

this kind of. culminates in her getting into a violent fight with sena in the womans own home and stabbing her to death with medical needles and then. fucking dismembering the body and nailing body parts around the house like sick trophies. at some point she starts dissociating hard enough that she realises shes hungry and outright eats an eyeball. nobody is having a good time here

about a week later the police finally track her down (she came to once neighbours started trying to break down the door and promptly ran for it) and she spends some time in prison. a week and a half or so

and then she wakes up in an odd prison called milgram!

as for her songs— persecutor's hunt is her t1 song, framing her as a witch hunting down her victim. walpurgisnacht is her t2 song, after being voted guilty, and kitchen witch is her t3 song, after being voted innocent! i got some pics of my thought process for em. idk how many images im allowed to add in one post but if i cant add em all in ill do rbs

T1: PERSECUTOR'S HUNT

T2: WALPURGISNACHT

OKAY I CAN ONLY FIT TEN IN. ILL RB IN A SECOND WITH KITCHEN WITCH

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Im loving the AUgust art so far, also talk about waking in evening please i want to hear about it -funky slugcat

Thank you! I hope I can stick to committing this month and do all 31 days, even if it means doing multiple a day (which I am capable of doing I think). Every little engagement with them, be it likes, rbs, or even asks like this, makes me so so happy.

Anyways! Waking in Evening! Fun facts, it was inspired by the Sky: CoTL song by the same name! (Below is a link if you wanna give it a listen; it’s short but my favorite out of all of them). This song plays when you load up the game during dusk/night hours, and the first time I heard it, I was in the midst of drawing Grimm as a bat. The song and the art gave me a faint idea but I never really took it anywhere.

Until now.

I recently took a long break from Sky during the Season break, which is a two-ish week period between Seasons for players to relax. Seasons last around 9 to 11 weeks and are a pretty big deal in Sky, offering limited time cosmetics and events, so this break is pretty necessary. Regardless, when I logged into Sky for the first time in a while, I was once again greeted with WiE (due to my habit of playing at night, when friends are on and I won’t be disrupted by work).

The song, along with me going through old drawings shortly before, made me think of this au. Fair warning, it’s still on the drawing board, and what you saw was concept art and ideas

Art in question

The world is split into five known realms (also inspired by Sky) - Isabreak, Dawnlyn, Bluelyn, Dusksyn, and Shadesyn. Grimm originally hails from the Shadesyn realm - a realm locked in an eternal night cycle. The day starts with dusk and ends with the beginnings of dawn, at which dusk takes over and the new days begins, meaning daytime doesn’t exist.

Grimm, like many of the other residents there, are used to living in such conditions and have adjusted to them. Grimm’s a nocturnal creature of some kind, most likely a mix of things, the most prominent traits being those of a moth, bat, and owl. He gets tired of the endless night, though, and leaves after a while to start anew in another realm

Revek, on the other hand, is from Bluelyn- the complete opposite of Shadesyn. It’s locked in the daytime cycle and never experiences true night. Almost every single creature here is capable of flight through one means or another. Revek’s species is unknown, but he does have direct links to mantas (these are creatures from Sky but I’m borrowing them and changing them a bit to fit the world better). Mantas are one of the creatures inhabiting Bluelyn, and are used for a wide variety of purposes. However, his manta traits makes him somewhat of an outcast among other citizens. Revek runs away, but in the process of landing, he suffers from a head injury that results in him having retrograde amnesia, making his memory foggy.

It's also worth noting that while citizens of these realms are capable of traversing to realms that are not their own, they rarely do so. They do not get along well at all. Bluelyn and Shadesyn's citizens have an especially hot ire for one another.

Where do both of them go? Isabreak- the only realm that experiences all times of day. This is where Hallownest is, as well as a few other kingdoms. Hallownest, though, is the largest and most populated, thriving for centuries. Lured in by its promise of a comfortable life, both Grimm & Revek make their way to the kingdom to settle down.

The pair don't meet until Grimm notices Revek's poorly-hidden oddities. His wings are not those of any bug, and they glow. This, as well as Revek's attire, makes him pretty easy to slot as a Bluelyn citizen. Grimm isn't too keen on Revek being there, but as he's trying to intimidate Revek to leaving, he notices how the spider doesn't seem to remember shit. He isn't too sure which realm he's from, nor how he got to Isabreak. Grimm, feeling sympathetic for the spider, decided to temporarily help Revek in order to try and get him home and out of his life.

This is all I have right now lmfao. The worldbuilding I've done for Waking in Evening surpasses some of my other aus and I'm not happy about it (joking)

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I posted 1,406 times in 2022

That's 1,396 more posts than 2021!

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#they’re up 4-2 but eric knows not to get cocky just yet‚ and he knows nelly knows that too‚ how he evens his gaze and takes a deep breath.

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A bag is dropped in the chair across from Eric, and when he looks up from his phone and half-cold bowl of pasta, he finds Camilla Collins standing before him.

“Oh,” he says through a mouthful of penne, struggling to swallow it as quick as possible. It hurts a bit when he finally gets it down. “Hi, there!”

Camilla goes to sit down beside her bag and smiles sweetly over at him. “Hey. Eric, right?”

“Yup, though everyone really just calls me Bitty -- because of my last name, not my size.” Eric screams internally. “Anyway, you didn’t need to know that, sorry.”

Camilla just chuckles and props her elbows onto the table, resting her head on her fist. She’s staring at him like she knows something, but her gaze still looks a bit inquisitive. It’s disconcerting, really. Eric knows she’s Jack’s ex, or ex-hook up, or whatever. Holster and Ransom always mention her at Haus parties when Jack’s clockwork absence is noticed, drunkenly cheering about finally getting her back in bed, and Shitty has vaguely confirmed they were involved with each other on more than one occasion. But no one has ever given Eric a straight answer on Jack’s and Camilla’s history.

It’s not like he’s been able to ask about it much, though, either. Eric’s pretty sure Shitty’s starting to pick up on his hopeless schoolground crush with all the questions, and he can’t even look Lardo in the eye when Camilla’s name is brought up anymore. He can only say a silent prayer of relief that Holster and Ransom are too preoccupied with personal endeavors to notice anything, because he’s certain he’d never hear the end of it from them if they knew.

And no matter what, having said crush’s ex-something sitting before him makes the pasta Eric just swallowed sit uneasily in his stomach.

“Bitty, that’s cute,” Camilla says, and it’s not condescending in any way. “You’re on the hockey team, right? With Jack?”

Eric tries to give a humored smile. “What, do I not look the part?”

“Not at all,” Camilla easily smiles with him, “but I like that. There’s too many meatheads on that team. We’ve been needing someone like you for a long time.”

“Hah, yeah,” Eric says, absentmindedly twisting his fork in the pasta, “good thing I’m here then. Those boys finally have actual dinners rather than microwaved bagel bites. And that kitchen when I moved in? An absolute biohazard, lemme tell you. I think I spent a week scrubbing everything, and another full day just cleaning the inside of the fridge. There was also a cabinet solely for sriracha, and, like, really? I think they had at least thirty bottles of it.”

Eric knows he’s babbling on now, but Camilla has this sparkle in her eye and she’s listening so intently that Eric has to catch himself from letting more unnecessary words tumble out. “And now I’m just rambling,” he finishes with an awkward laugh, “sorry about that.”

“You don’t have to apologize so much,” Camilla tells him, “it’s cute. You’re cute.”

Eric blinks and, with the way she’s looking at him, blurts: “Are you hitting on me?”

“What?” Camilla sits back suddenly. They just stare at each other, both wide-eyed, before they both laugh loud enough for the tables around them to turn their heads. Eric laughs, and laughs, and he thinks at some point Camilla is still laughing just because he’s still laughing. He can’t stop, though. Her laugh is light and airy, a melodic sound that matches everything else about her. It’s nearly perfect. And Eric’s own sounds too shrill and uncontrolled, so he just laughs harder because his heart is plummeting and when he stops it’ll be all too real that he’ll never stand a chance with Jack -- especially if he really was with Camilla at some point.

Which is pathetic because Jack is straight. His ex sitting before Eric with blinding beauty is only adding insult to that injury.

Finally, after too long, Eric wipes at the tears in his eyes and takes a shaky breath. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to ask that,” he says when they’ve calmed down enough. “I don’t know why I even did.”

“I was coming on pretty strong, wasn’t I?” Camilla runs a hand through her hair, pushing it out of her face in the process. They have the same hair color. “I’m sorry for that.”

“No -- don’t apologize!”

She waves a hand dismissively, and Eric watches it, unable to stop from comparing his calloused ones to her soft-looking ones. “Anyway, I just wanted to come by and meet you for myself. Jack told me you’d be here.”

Eric nods and desperately tries not to blush. His cheeks heat up anyway. “Yeah, cold pasta always helps after bio lecture.”

“I bet,” Camilla says, and there’s that glint in her eyes again when she continues: “I’ve heard a lot about you, Bitty.”

“You have?”

“Yeah. He’d be stupid not to go for you.” At first, Eric thinks he wasn’t supposed to hear that with how quiet her voice fell. But then her gaze quickly drops down to his body, then to his hair, before meeting his eyes again, and he’s definitely meant to hear: “He really does have a type, too.”

Eric blinks, opens his mouth but finds he can’t say anything, and Camilla bids him farewell with a promise that he come by and watch a tennis match sometime. Maybe he waves, though he isn’t sure. He just watches her leave, winding through the tables until she’s out the door and there’s nothing but his rapidly beating heart and bright red cheeks left in her wake.

He has a type?

Then, twisting up the cold pasta in his stomach one more time:

Who’s he?

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Bittle's head lolls to the side as the bus climbs the on-ramp to the freeway, thudding softly against Jack's shoulder. He shifts, too, readjusting his hips, turning toward Jack's body the slightest bit. His hand finding a place on Jack's forearm. His shoulder prodding into Jack's bicep. He doesn't wake, though, and Jack finds he doesn't want to wake Bittle up either.

Using his thumb to bookmark the page in the book he's reading, Jack drops it to his lap and looks over at Bittle. There's nothing but the passing city lights that illunimate all his soft features, features which never seem to callous over: the jut of his jawline, the bow of his lips, the point of his nose. Hair just long enough to fall across the tip of his forehead. Eyelashes so pale Jack can barely make out their curl.

Jack can't explain it. Can't explain the inexplicable comfort that settles deep in his chest, the warmth that blossoms across his cheeks. He drops his gaze further to the stretch of cotton that sculpts Bittle's thighs, the faint hairs on his arms that come and go, glistening under the fading lights.

Slowly, subtly, Jack shifts his body, drops his shoulder to allow Bittle a more comfortable position. His hand on the armrest between them comes alive with nerves, feels everything, and his pinky twitches. Reaches out. Nears Bittle's own.

Bittle shifts again, then, suddenly enough that Jack jerks his hand back and face up to look straight ahead. His heart's pounding. His breath is caught in his throat. He hears Bittle hum, feels Bittle bury his face further into his arm, tightening his shoulders. The grip on Jack's forearm grows stronger for the longest of moments and afterward, Bittle mumbles: "Light. Turn...turn it off."

Reaching up, Jack breathes out a quiet euh and turns the reading light strapped around his forehead off. Another moment lingers, strewn together with held breath and wide eyes, before Bittle relaxes against Jack again and evens his breathing back out.

It's not until they're halfway back to Samwell, somewhere deep in the suburban woodlands of Massachusetts, that Jack allows his eyes to finally close. He didn't feel exhausted before, not even when they all climbed back onto the bus after the game; yet, sleep comes gently, quick, pulls him down with the weight of Bittle againt his side.

Jack hasn't found sleep that easily in a long time.

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realizing versus recognizing the difference between bitty’s and jack’s oh moments

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crestofshame · 1 year

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Why I've been back-and-forth on whether or not I believe in a Three Hopes DLC, and why I've changed my mind to think we're getting one

Alright, so, some of you might have noticed some of my spamming of self RBs because of what I've discovered as I've gone along, so sorry for the repetition of content in this post, but there will be some new stuff in here that I haven't posted. I've decided to formalize my decisions into one post.

So, I have already talked about in the past why I thought that three hopes was still getting a DLC, but I recently changed my mind with the announcement of the Soundtrack release in March. Guess what! I have changed my mind once again and am now leaning toward us getting a DLC. Of course, the stuff in the old post I referred to still applies.

Why did I lose hope for a DLC?

My main source of fire emblem news is actually Serenes Forest, as their team is pretty on top of things and will often translate and interpret JP exclusive posts. Originally, I found out about the Soundtrack getting released through their article about it. In their article, it mentioned that a soundtrack announcement 'squashes any hopes for a DLC.' Which, following the logic, makes a lot of sense! Typically, games wait to release a soundtrack until all music is released, including anything from a DLC. However, I did some digging that made me change my mind again.

Why do I think we'll get one again?

To be clear, this is not a criticism of Serenes Forest or their article, I just no longer agree that the soundtrack existing demolishes our hopes for a DLC; I actually think it improves it based on the information that came along with it.

So, I recently looked at the actual website that Serenes Forest quoted, and the same one the official fire emblem account (JP only) linked in their bio as well.

This is what the announcement says in its original Format:

Translated, it says this:

If you want to go check out the website for yourself that I linked a couple sentences ago, you can see the track names that they list. I ran these titles through a spreadsheet, and it gave me a total of 118 songs, the same amount that Serenes Forest also said would be in the soundtrack.

However, the announcement says more than 120 songs, which, 118 is certainly not more than 120. Typically, DLCs can add 6-10 additional tracks. For Three Houses, ten tracks were added. My guess is that we will get between 5-8 tracks from a DLC, which would put us over that 120 mark without entering the 130s.

I have not yet gotten anyone who can read Japanese to confirm whether this actually says "more than 120" or "around 120," and I know how value phrases and participles can easily be mistranslated, more often than other terms and phrases; however, I have run this through four other online translators besides the automatic ones on my computer and phone, all of which say "more than 120." So, if you or anyone you know can read Japanese and can confirm or deny this, let me know! But, there is still more to this that makes me think that DLC is coming.

For this to be released several months away in March of next year gives us plenty of time to receive a DLC without it overshadowing Engage. If that rumor floating around of a fire emblem direct is true, then we will likely hear it then. If not, I imagine it will be announced independently on Twitter and YouTube on the Friday before the week of Christmas, or the Friday after, with the official release coming in late February/ early March. This would allow for Engage to thrive with new users and would have the soundtrack release shortly after (my guess would be two-four weeks after DLC).

The translation of the announcement tweet from the official Fire Emblem Musou account says:

"Information will be announced sequentially, so please look forward to the follow-up report." This could mean one or both of two things: A. The follow up information is a preorder link with retailers; and/or B. The follow-up information will be the track titles added to the track list with the addition of Bonus Content.

Also, while the recent update on the game was mostly just bug fixes, it could also have very well been preparing software for upcoming bonus content.

I admit, if anyone can prove that the information I mentioned in this post is one big translation error (i.e., "more than" actually being "around" and "released sequentially" actually talks about the future release date provided), then all of this post's contents are no longer sound.

However, if these translations are accurate, this actually boosts our chances for a DLC.

(As an aside, I have seen plenty of people freaking out over not getting a dlc on other platforms such as twitter, but I refuse to make a public account on there lmao. Feel free to use any information here in any discussions on other platforms.)

If more information is discovered, I will edit this post with an *UPDATE* marker.

#fire emblem three hopes #fire emblem three hopes dlc #three hopes dlc

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nobarangel · 3 years

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seijoh manager hcs

characters: aoba johsai x f!reader

warnings: a lot of simping and protectiveness, some swear words and grammar errors

a/n: based on this thought of mine :) i didn’t proofread it, i’ll probably do later.. ALSO THIS TURNED OUT RLY LONG so i made a cut to make it more dash-friendly

rbs are highly appreciated!!

-when you applied for being the volleyball team’s manager you thought it will be easy

-you thought you’ll have to make notes, fill up some bottles and done!

-but there was a reason behind why seijoh didn’t have a manager for the last 3 years oikawa i’m looking at you

-you understood this the first time you introduced yourself

-as soon as you finished talking oikawa began flirting with you which caused iwaizumi to punch him, makki and mattsun stared at you with their signature smirks, kyoutani was literally growling at you and you weren’t even sure that kunimi noticed your appearance

-the only normal person was watari, who shoot you an apologetic look and offered to tell their practice schedule

-you were shocked. they have practice everyday but monday??? then when do they study? oh baby bold of to you assume they even do

-after a few weeks you became close with everyone in the club (even kyoutani greeted you when you two met in the hallways!)

-you worked really hard and they appreciated it so much!!

-maybe a little too much because soon they all found themselves whipped for you

-makki and mattsun were the biggest simps among them

-they act all cool around you but as soon as you bid them goodbyes makki starts to punch mattsuns arm he’s feral and you can’t change my mind

-they often talk about you in breaks but of course nothing creepy!! just for example mattsukawa mentions how he likes your hair when it’s styled in a specific way

-as i said, around you they wouldn’t really do it because they don’t wanna make you uncomfortable

-instead they let you join there duo and now you’re not only two, but three pretty bestfriends

-they tease you 24/7, there’s no stopping for them

-but no matter how good friends you are, if you’d ever called either of them ‘bro’ they’d go full emo dramatic bitches

-oikawa is the exact opposite of them

-he’s not even trying to be subtle, he straight up flirts with you

-they’re usually compliments though like “y/n-chan~ you look really good in blue, y’know?”

-listen. you know how tamaki treats haruhi in ohshc? yes. oikawa is like that.

-he loves the fact that he’s your senpai!! it makes him want to protect you from everyone (especially from boys)

-he always voices it too! “y/n-chan i’m your senpai! you should trust me okay? i just try to protect the princess of our volleyball team!”

-oh god iwaizumi cringes so much when he hears this,,

-speaking of iwa!!

-he much more subtle about his admiration for you than the others, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t protective!! actually he’s probably the most protective of you

-he’s the one you pries off oikawa’s hands from your waist, the one who kicks mattsun’s and makki’s asses if they say something suggestive to you and the one who appears behind you whenever someone’s bothering you

-he often walks you home too because their practices can run pretty late

-now onto the first years!!

-kindaichi is really shy at first and he blushes everytime you smile at him

-but he’s tall af so if iwa is somehow not near you when someone is being rude, he just walks there and boom! problem solved, everything is fine

-kunimi didn’t pay much attention to you first but after a while, he grew comfortable around you

-he likes to chat with you at night and he always sends you goodnight texts

-please encourage him before games because sometimes he isn’t motivated enough to give his 100% but if you say a few words to him, you can bet he’s gonna do his best!!

-okay now let’s get more into the details of being their manager as a team!

-have seen them? they barely even need a coach because of their amazing teamwork and responsible captain

-your work is rather giving them emotional and mental support than physical one

-and someone always helps you even in the basic duties you need to do (for example filling up their bottles or setting up the net)

-mattsun actually likes to help because he gets to spend some time with you without makki

-it’s not that he wants you to himself though!! he just has to act rly swagly around him but when you two are alone he can get a little less teasing and softer??

-however these precious boys need a lot of emotional support

-every team member can get insecure pretty easily so make sure to reassure them!!

-if they win a game, they pay for your meal but if they loose, you pay for their food say goodbye to all your money, these mfs eat so much

-in conclusion they all appreciate the efforts you make to be a good manager for them and they return it by loving you <3

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It's Been A Long Time | Nebraska Williams x Black!Plus Size Reader [Part 2/?]

SOUNDTRACK | PART ONE

Warnings: language, smut thoughts (lightweight mentions of sexual situations)

SURPRISEEEEEEEEE! Yep, I thought I was never updating this either lmao. I went on a mad sprint this afternoon and wrote two additional parts to this story. Part three will be out sometime this week. Taglist is open and please feel free to re-read part one. I won't be mad if you need a refresher. Shit, I did lmao. OH! There's also a soundtrack for the story (peep above). Peace and love.

“Alright … we have Group A covering the QBs, receivers and RBs on day one, DBs on day two. Give you all a switch unless someone bombs the skills, we’ll redirect…” You’re old school. All of this could have been done inside of a Slack group but there’s something about delegating face to face that means business.

Slack didn’t exist when you were plotting your sports journalism dreams in high school. Twitter, Instagram and even Facebook weren’t a twinkle in some techie’s eye yet. You came from an era of Blackplanet, AOL Instant Messenger and passing notes in class. Every meeting with your staff reminds you of how old and decrepit you must be in the eyes of the world and everyone around you. Yet sports journalism spared you some of the ageism. At the core of it, writing about sports wasn’t yet a young person’s game. The best and the brightest were those who waxed poetic about the greatest games for the longest. Your “old-ass” still fit in. Sports always allowed for you to do just that.

You didn’t have many inspirations growing up as a girl who dreamed to be a sportswriter. You’d get excited to see a woman anchor on Sportscenter or a multisyllabic name in a byline so much that you set your heart out on being in those same spaces and bylines. High school newspaper was the start.

You picked up quite a knack for interviewing coaches, acing their classes definitely helped your cause. When you pitched a column about your school athletes' favorite things, your newspaper advisor was in. He suggested you start off with Mr. All-Sports; he was a great lead. You agreed in fear: Mr. All-Sports was Nebraska “Brasco” Williams. It would be your job to ask him.

Your anxiety multiplied as the time passed from homeroom to lunch . Quaking in your LVLX jeans as you walked up to the corridor where all of the football players congregated for lunch, the sounds of Backyard Band greeted you as you stepped closer to their circle; so loud that you were surprised no teacher crept around the corner to put it to rest. The butterflies in the pit of your stomach flutter rapidly as you peeped Brasco’s smile in the distance but as soon as you hit the corner, silence ensued. From you, of course.

That flight Sheena made fun of kicked into high gear. Before you could make it to the hallway’s edge, you made a sharp right down another hallway and into Ms. Brown’s classroom, the place where you, Sheena and the rest of your friends traded laughs, jokes, stories and scenes during your lunch period. You whispered for Sheena to come to you, taxing her with the favor of asking Brasco. She was in the newspaper class as well, only for credit, but she would be your Trojan horse in a battle you wanted no parts of.

Sheena’s annoyance shone through an intense eye-roll. “You act like he gonna bite your head off. I don’t get you. Come on.” Of course Sheena wouldn’t get you. It felt like no one could but especially her. She dated one of the star players of the state champion New Birth Raiders, a dude willing to get in trouble for doing such a thing as being in her presence. She gripped your hand tightly as she pulled you down the hallway. Jarell’s eyes lit up at the sight of his favorite person, cutting in front of you to give Sheena a hug just a smidgen above appropriate. He ignored you like all the other boys did in high school, something you learned not to take personally.

“Aye, Brisco … can we interview you for the school paper?” Sheena’s voice all but fail to careen over the sounds of the bongos and bouncebeat. “Brasco? Brasco?! Damn, you hear me?” Nebraska looked up at an incredulous Sheena and excruciatingly shy you looking down at the floor as to not have him see the hearts in your eyes.

“Yeah. When? Now?” A lump the size of a football grows inside of your throat. It couldn’t be now, you begged silently. You needed time to come up with questions – and prepare yourself to be in a room by yourself with the one-and-only Nebraska Williams.

“After school, the small classroom between A-7 and A-9,” you whispered to Sheena as if Brasco would say no if you were the one to recite the invitation. Her annoyance with playing telephone was heavily apparent. “Whenever y’all get out of practice in that little room between A-7 and A-9.”

“Yeah, that’s cool. I’ll be there.” You crack a wry smile and wave awkwardly as you scuttle down the hallway, your breath running shorter than a 40-yard dash. You had three hours between fifth period and the end of the school day to gain the confidence to sit mere inches away from the man of your dreams.

You interview with confidence now. That day wasn’t the start of it.

Your phone vibrates violently in your right hand as you walk the hallway towards your hotel room. Was it Brasco? You hid hoping to see if he followed you back behind checking NFL rumors on your phone. You couldn’t believe how Brasco maintained – elevated, really – his sexy since high school. You wondered if he maintained his singleness too. Quick glances at his timeline showed no pictures of a wife or a girlfriend, just snaps of a teenage girl with the same deep brown skin and beautiful smile as his. It triggers your mind of the rumors surrounding his disappearance after your summer of scolding.

Word was that there was a big fight at a party. Brasco punched some boy so hard that he was left drooling a mix of spit and blood on the pavement. The police were called and he was led away in handcuffs. Brasco wasn’t seen after that moment and once the rumors fizzled out in the hallways, he seemed to be forgotten about by everyone except you. Somebody that fine couldn’t be missed.

Your baby daddy follow you back yet?

Sheena’s text humors you for a bit. Anything to take away from that notification not being of Brasco doing the due diligence to follow you back on Instagram. At this point, you figure he forgot all about you. Fifteen years is a long time – you, like everyone else, lived several iterations of life since then. Your knack for learning how not to take things personally kicks in as you toss your cell phone onto your freshly-made hotel bed. You then grab something else that vibrates and head for the shower, desperate to release the tensions of the day.

[...]

“Hey, man. You’re gonna smoke this 40.” Brasco reassures one of his five clients getting ready to run their speed drills during day one of the NFL combine. “Just remember what I told y’all? The ‘first ten’. All of this work is done in the first ten.” Brasco ran a tight ship, something he learned in his time in the Navy. His military-grade body hasn’t left him after years of being away from the service. So hasn’t his attitude. He strikes a healthy fear in all of his clients, a fear that has Brasco up there as one of the best strength and speed coaches for NFL prospects in the country.

“Yes, Sir!”

“Aight, aight. Rest up tonight, my guys. Huge day. No late nights, aight. Ain’t nothing to do out here anyway…” he coaxes a laugh from the guys. “Huddle up!”

The Navy wasn’t the dream after high school. It was Ohio State University, the best school in the nation. Growing up with posters of all the OSU greats on his bedroom wall, he knew without a shadow of a doubt that one day kids would be tacking his picture onto their walls too. That’s why nothing else but football mattered to Brasco during his days at New Birth High, focus so tight that not even girls could get in the way of his dreams.

Or so he thought.

You sat in the newspaper office for what felt like an eternity. Four turned into four thirty and then fifteen minutes until five. You were missing Rap City but you’d be damned if you missed 106 & Park. B2K was set to be tonight debuting their newest video and you couldn’t miss that for anything in the world. You hit the down keys on the taupe-colored keyboard in front of you, editing and re-editing an article about school lunches that was already perfect. Sure that Brasco forgot, you sign off of the computer and proceed to grab your bookbag.

“Hey, is Sheena here?” You look up to see Brasco wearing a cut-up t-shirt and gym shorts, his midriff exposed showing a six-pack that you thought only Omarion could have. It startles your brain and body so much that you damn near short-circuit. Your brain somehow reconnects to the motherboard that is your body. “No, I’m interviewing you for the paper, actually … if-if that’s okay?”

“Cool, cool.” As you dig through your bag for your tape recorder, your CD player falls to the floor. “You listen to Nas?” 'God’s Son' was your favorite album from your favorite artist. You played it until the scratches sent it to an early grave.

“Yeah. It’s my favorite album. Is that your favorite CD? That’s one of the questions I have…”

“Yeah, you can put that. That’s cool.” Brasco sagged in the chair with his legs spread from Maryland to West Virginia. Too many thoughts probably not of God’s liking creep into your mind. You press your closed legs even closer together, a slight wiggle in your seat to hopefully shake the feelings away.

“I’ll be quick. Where were you born?”

“Philly.”

“That’s cool! Me too…” you tone down your exuberance just a tad. “Eagles fan, then?”

“Fuc–, I mean … yeah.” Your ink pen with the Eagles logo gave your favorite team away.

“Cool. Favorite movie?”

“Belly”

“Favorite TV show?”

“Rap City…”

“Favorite food…?”

“Fries, I think…”

As you rattle off questions and he gives answers, Brasco takes a good look at you. Just like everybody else, he knew you as just Sheena’s friend. You both shared one class together, Calculus II, where he was lowkey jealous that you could probably solve equations with your eyes closed. You never struck a thought in his mind. The slight bit of cleavage – and a pair of bright blue eyeglass frames — in front of him lights a match. She’s mad cute.

A chirp from Brasco’s Nextel interrupts your interview. “Mr. Williams. Come to my office.” Coach Johnson’s tone couldn’t be ignored.

“Yo, my bad. I gotta go.”

“No worries, we have enou–” Brasco ran out before you could finish your sentence. No one would know that you would plug your headphones into the tape recorder and replay that conversation as you waited on the city bus to take you home. It was the closest you received to a real conversation with Brasco, something you thought would elude you until a loud beep and even louder GoGo music blast from an evergreen Nissan Altima. “Hey yo! … You need a ride?!” It was Brasco. Sense didn’t make much sense at that moment. You pinch your wrist to see if it’s a dream.

“I’m good! My bus should be here.” Lighting and dark skies were soon to be there too.

“You sure?” Thunder follows Brasco’s question. You reassess your answer.

“I live in Cresshaven Terrace if that ain’t out your way.”

“I got you. Come on.”

You hop into Brasco’s car, the smell of weed smoke carry past your nose. That’s what Coach Johnson wanted to talk to Brasco about: he smelled like the good ol’ sticky at practice and he was not to do that again.

“Where you stay at?”

“River Street. By the basketball courts…”

“Aight. I kinda know where that is. Just let me know when we’re close… uhh, my bad about the smell in here too.”

You press your “cute giggle” button attached to your personality. “You’re good…”

At that moment, everything was indeed good. Too good to be true.

End of Part II

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svchengss · 3 years

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hey barista! | l.dh

summary | befriending the barista from your local cafe doesn’t seem too bad

pairing | lee donghyuck x fem!reader ft. jaemin who’s a rlly cute side character in this :(

genre | fluff, angst, slight humour (?)

warnings | a kiss?? i don’t think there’s any but if i missed anything do lmk !!

word count | 3k+

s. tg | @hyuckefi [my apologies since i didn’t release a proper teaser for this 🙏🏻]

author’s note | this is my first fic exceeding 1k words so if u enjoyed reading this, please leave some feedbacks !! rb’s are also appreciated :D ALSO I SUCK AT SUMMARIES LMAO PLS IGNORE THAT

just another day of working at palm coffee, the same old routine. cleaning the countertop and tables before opening up the cafe, prepping the ingredients - more for top favourites! - and examining the machines to make sure they’re working properly. that’s some of hyuck’s daily routines as a barista. he didn’t mind them though, he loved his job. he couldn’t specify the reason why but all these tasks are genuinely interesting to him.

seeing you drop by the cafe is a normal occurrence for him. since you are a regular customer after all, the rest of the staff already know you well. heck, they’re even good friends with you. jaemin hangs out with you more than he does despite being jaemin’s childhood friend. except for him, he doesn’t really know why. he’s not really shy, considering the fact that he’s a social butterfly. he just couldn’t bring himself to say anything to you, the only times he did so was to take your orders when the rest of the workers were busy in the store.

upon hearing the doorbell chime which signals a new customer entering the cafe, hyuck blurted out the usual line. “hello, welcome to palm coffee! how can i help-“, looking up from the cash register only to find you in a disheveled state. “-you?” he eyes you up and down, noting how a few strands of your hair were out of place, the nude lipstick smeared on the left corner of your mouth and your outfit looks really rushed.

“sorry, what was your name again, hyuck right?” you quickly glanced at the nametag hanging nicely on his apron. “i’m in a rush right now, can i get a,” you scanned over the menu behind him, “uh, white coffee, please?”.

“that will be six dollars. you can use the restroom in the meantime to, you know, touch up your makeup and stuff,” he takes the bills from your hand, putting them in the machine in front of him before flashing you with that warm smile of his. you wished him a quick thanks before disappearing into the back of the place.

now that was embarrassing.

your eyes scanned over the hall to find your friend before hearing her shout your name from across. damn, why does she have to be so loud? stares were directed towards you as you walked up the stairs to your designated seat. all the chatter going on in the lecture hall became quiet as soon as your professor placed her things on the desk, which means class has started.

after hearing a two-hour lecture and writing some notes - where suddenly song lyrics and scribbles appear - the words you’ve been waiting to hear finally echoed through the speakers.

“class is dismissed, thank you everyone for listening,” mrs. hui’s voice later being flushed out by the buzzing voices of the students walking out the hall, determined to finish their own activities. you stuffed your ipad and papers into your light yellow jansport backpack before going out to meet vic who’s waiting for you outside.

“i’m exhausted, what did she even teach just now?” vic sighed to her heart’s content. you can’t blame her, today’s topic was quite complicated. circuits analysis or something? you can’t really wrap your head around it, your brain being stuffed with all the information. vic kept on ranting about the problems she faced from the moment she woke up, making you giggle at some comments she made.

“wait for me, i’m almost done,” he folded his apron neatly before shoving it into the drawer and grabbing his bag from the counter to join jaemin, who’s waiting at the front door with the keycard. hyuck accepted jaemin’s request to help him with some shopping for his sister’s birthday party next week. obviously, the rest of the staff were also invited.

jaemin divided the shopping list into two, allowing hyuck to find the rest of the things with ease.

“now where are the streamers…” he muttered out loud enough for himself to hear, crouching down to browse through the party decorations on the shelf. or he thought so, as you could hear him sighing clearly in dire need of the certain decoration, that you decided to help him out.

“um, hyuck? i think the party streamers are in the aisle beside this one? you look a bit troubled there,” you chuckled lightly. the heat flushed to his cheeks, feeling dumbfounded.

“really? uh, thank you for the help,” he gave you a small grin that could hardly be seen if you didn’t spot the corner of his lips. and with that, he’s long gone with his shopping basket.

you are fond of the atmosphere you’re in right now. the decorations left you in awe - white and pink silk hanging from the wall with silver letter balloons spelling out happy birthday stitched onto them. you can see jaemin’s sister, eun-ji, being carried out of her room with a small flowy white dress and wearing a golden bow on her head, her brunette hair being tied into ponytails. the na family really adore their youngest girl.

meanwhile, there are only a couple of adults your age attending the party - jaemin’s co-workers, some of his other friends which you aren’t familiar with and hyuck. he looked rather chill, with an oversized beige sweater and white jeans to suit the party’s theme. you’re not quite bad as well, your hair combed nicely and kept neat with a headband, a white sundress with strawberry patterns on it fit nicely on your figure, complemented with a heart-locket necklace placed on your collarbones. before reaching jaemin’s house, you made sure to drop by a local store to get some gifts for eun-ji. she’s a very well-mannered kid which made you adore her very much.

“y/n? very glad to see you here,” hyuck said as he approached you, offering you a plate of cake which he cut.

“i could say the same to you too, mr. lee,” you let out a soft laugh. he made sure to keep a mental note over how pretty you looked today.

“y/n, hyuck! glad you two broke the ice, did you know how hurt i was seeing you two act like strangers whenever y/n came by the cafe?” jaemin enveloping you into a small hug before fake pouting. you can only laugh at the fake debate the two guys in front of you were having. after conversing with hyuck and jaemin for quite some time, you realised that he’s a cool person to talk to, where all this time, you thought he hated you for some reason. before leaving, you made sure to thank mrs. na for hosting the party and off you went home.

following the previous encounters, hyuck felt much more comfortable around you - even hanging out with you during his shift where you would do your assignments at the cafe he’s working at. every now and then, he would also invite you to hang out with him and jaemin. however, what he didn’t realise was how he slowly pent up feelings - romantically.

ding dong!

he pressed on the doorbell button with a box of doughnuts in his left hand. the three of you were supposed to be having a movie night, but jaemin got caught up with his groupwork which leaves the two of you alone.

“hey hyuck! come in,” you gestured, arranging the cushions on your sofa to make it look more organized. the interior of your rented apartment is calming, the light grey walls suiting the navy blue sofa and furniture with darker undertones. the walls are also not left empty, with modern art portraits hanging from it.

“i brought donuts, your favourite, right?” he opened the box, placing it on the coffee table while you set up the television. you wished him a quick thank you before grabbing two canned drinks from the refrigerator, handing one to him and pressing play on the remote control. you two weren’t quiet throughout the whole movie, with snarky comments on how hot the actors were or how stupid they were being were made.

he didn’t know you were sleepy though as all of a sudden, he could feel the weight of your head on top of his shoulder. it was a rather awkward situation as he didn’t move at all so you could sleep comfortably. before long, he joined you and dozed off to wonderland. the next morning, you were more than embarrassed to find yourself cuddling up to him, with the next movie still playing on the screen.

seeing your figure outside the front door made hyuck more excited to greet you today. after making a quick order for a green tea latte, you fished out your purse from your handbag, feeling frantic if you’ve lost it outside. luckily, you were the only customer in line as the rest of them were already seated and carrying out their own businesses.

“sorry, but i think this might be yours,” you turned around to find a tall-looking guy handing out your black purse. a wave of relief washed over your soul, thanking the latter profusely.

“mind if i buy you a drink? i hate feeling like i owe someone,” you offered, which he gladly accepted.

“i’d like a double espresso, please,” he kept his hands into his pockets.

“and your name, sir?” hyuck looked mildly bothered.

“yukhei,” he ran his slightly blonde hair through the slender fingers. hyuck hated how cocky he looked, feeling more annoyed than ever over the scene that was played in front of him just now. he hated how yukhei looked at you.

why should he get jealous? he’s just a mere friend to you, that’s all. you have to stop overreacting, hyuck.

those words kept running through his mind all day.

“dude, are you okay? you looked-” jaemin opened the staff room, interrupting him from the self-talk he was having, “-distracted,” finishing up his sentence.

“nope, i’m just fine,” he said, bringing the honey smile back onto his face. jaemin nodded before disappearing back to the front to serve the customers.

stop being so jealous, hyuck. you’re just a friend. not more, not less.

“jaemin, how do you know if you like someone?” that question is kind of shocking to him, especially if it’s coming from hyuck. of course, he’s had a crush before but it was during middle school. just a silly, little crush. growing up, he’s never had one - not even in high school.

“you’ve asked the right person,” jaemin managed to do his obnoxious voice, even while driving the car. he’s right, he is the matchmaker of the friend group, just how many relationships worked out because of him? eyes still focused on the road - he’s a responsible driver of course, he began to explain the feeling to hyuck, making his points loud and clear.

“first of all, you start feeling a little too happy whenever you’re around them. and no, this is not the oh-we’re-best-friends-forever type of happy, it’s the i’ll-make-you-the-happiest-person-on-earth one. not to forget, you will also experience some kind of turbulence in your heart, expect them to be jumping around a bit. or a lot, whichever suits you the best.

you also tend to feel nervous around that person. like, stuttering your words in obvious or non-obvious ways, feeling faster heartbeats than usual, you name it. oh! if you’ve ever felt jealous whenever they are around someone else, i mean, in affectionate ways, you might have one. however, my tip is for you not to act out of your mind. you don’t want to ruin whatever relationship you have currently, do you?” even when driving, he still managed to deliver his points with full precision and accuracy.

nodding his head, hyuck took some mental notes to be thought through when he gets home.

hyuck stared at you, whose figure is snoring soundly on his lap. he assumed you must be feeling exhausted, mid-terms just ended after all. while threading his fingers through your hair, he remembered what jaemin said to him weeks earlier.

1. being happy around them

like jaemin said, it is normal to be happy around your friends. but being with you, it kind of gave more joy for him. not to mention that he started to catch himself smiling over your texts and being reminded of you over small things - your favorite donut topping, the name of that one stray puppy you gave.

2. feeling nervous around them

his heart would beat a lot faster whenever you get closer towards him, whether accidentally or to mess with him.

3. getting jealous over someone else

he shouldn’t be jealous of how yukhei looked at you. but he seriously can’t help it. and the way he’s always there during your hangouts. he doesn’t care if he seems petty, yukhei just isn’t in his favour.

his deep thoughts came to a halt when you called out his name, eyes still half-closed, attempting to open them a bit more.

“did i interrupt you or something? gosh, i’m so sorry,” you quickly stood up but he pulls your body back onto his lap, asking for you to stay.

“what are we?” that question caught you off-guard. the same one that has been at debate in the back of your mind these days.

i don’t know hyuck, it’s complicated.

“what do you think we are, hyuck?” you shot the question back at him, your gaze piercing through his soul.

“i don’t know. it’s just-”

“are you sure?” a deep sigh left your lips. have you been interpreting his body languages wrong? did he only see you as a normal friend, nothing more?

“sorry, i’m not feeling well. see you later hyuck, bye,” you tried your best to shoot the sweet smile of yours but only a faint one seemed to appear. once you stepped out of the room, he buried his face into his hands.

god, what have i done?

“don’t feel too down, y/n. maybe there’s something more that he couldn’t bring himself to say?” vic suggested, handing you some tissue.

“i don’t know, i seriously have no idea. why can’t he just say it?” you continued to sob into her arms, she pitied you, especially in your condition right now. but she can’t do anything to help you, other than consoling and listening.

jaemin knew something was wrong, from your rare visits to the cafe to hyuck not being himself lately. something was definitely wrong and it’s between the both of you. sure, hyuck might be saying that he’s fine again and again, but his expressions can’t lie. the sweet smile of his is long gone and his jokes are no longer heard. whatever it is, jaemin is determined to solve it. he just wants his best friends back.

looks of dismay can be read all over hyuck’s face when the person facing him is no other than the guy himself, yukhei. still, he tried to control his composure, not making his inner feelings any more obvious.

“so what brings you here?” he took a sip of the mineral water, still making his throat rough from the tension hanging in the air.

“look, i’m not here for any fights. i know you like y/n, everybody can see it. and honestly, you were oblivious to your own feelings,” he rubbed his hands together. the latter’s puzzled face made him continue his words.

“i’m not trying to make her like me, or whatever you’ve been assuming. sorry if i gave the wrong message but you are the one who should make a move. i can see from the way she looks at you, the feelings are mutual,” he straightened up the denim jacket outside the white shirt wrapping his figure.

letting out a heavy sigh, hyuck’s face begins to soften up. “no, i should be the one who’s sorry. i’ve been such a prick to everyone around me lately, especially you,” he took of the cap from his head, messing up his hair.

“no problem, bro. it’s understandable, i guess. now good luck with her, please treat her well,” the two guys exchanged a fist bump for the problem solved. jaemin leaned his back against the wall, smiling and feeling satisfied.

you called out jaemin’s name but to no avail. he invited you to his apartment but seeing that the lights are out, it’s clear enough that he hasn’t finished whatever he was doing yet. just as you were about to leave, you saw hyuck at the other side of it, both your faces mirroring the same look of confusion.

“so, uh, how have you been doing these days? it’s been a while since we talked,” he chose to break the silence. now, you two were sitting facing each other by the balcony. inhaling the breeze, you paused for a moment before responding to his question.

“i’ve been feeling, not as usual. definitely not happy but not that sad,” you pushed some of the loose hair strands hanging on your forehead behind your ears before asking about his.

“you know what, i’m just going to be direct with you. i, lee donghyuck have been holding feelings for you since i don’t know when. yeah sure, i wasn’t really sure at first about what i was going through. i guess i was just scared of how you would react,” he scratched his ears which are not feeling itchy at all, but rather an attempt to distract himself from the overwhelming emotions deep inside him.

not wanting to waste time any longer, you placed your right hand onto his cheek, standing on the heels of your feet to bring your two lips together. the kiss was short before he pulls you back in for another, this time a more passionate one. he could feel you smile against his lips before enveloping your body into his arms.

“i’ve missed you, you know?” he whispered, his voice tender, directing right into your ears before you replied with how you missed him more. the both of you continued to whisper sweet nothings while embracing each other’s presence.

jaemin looked at the both of you from a distance, his heart swelling with pride.

— another pair of lovers matched, cupid jaemin signing out.

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