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[colbertmmunist]

Stephen Colbert sprinkling in the homosexuality literally any time he gets creative liberties on a fictional show where he gets to act

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[liliana-von-k]

One of the only sketches I remember from Exit 57, probably because it’s an accurate depiction of me circa age 10.

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[fanon-canon-idfk]

WAIT POLY SKK SCENARIO THAT HAS BEEN ROTTING IN MY BRAIN FOR A WHILE…

GC WHERE MALE READER SENDS GOOFY AHH STUFF TO THE GC AND CHUUYA GETS SO ANNOYED

aftercare (if ur uncomfortable with the genre pls skip)

where like after masc reader is just too fkin tired to put le boxeres back on so he just sits there tired asf and chuuya is like dude we just finished out it back on 🧍 and ofc dazais gonna be goofy asf like “ooo look at mr show off over hereeeee”

ALSO ALSO…

M! READER THAT IS LIKE RLLY SLEEPY WHENEVER HE RECIEVES AFFECTION JUST LIKE A FEW KISSES AND HES GONE WITH THE WIND

imagine the use of “pretty boy” to m! reader ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

1ST SCENARIO

It was yet another day at work in the agency alongside your boyfriend, Dazai

Who was also texting your other boyfriend, Chuuya.

Meanwhile, you were focusing on finishing your work as your phone buzzed in sync with giggles from Dazai sitting in the desk beside you.

The moment you finished your paperwork you looked over to his grinning face with a lifted brow before pulling your phone out and reading your notifications:

Chu Chu 10:47 PM

What are you guys doing?

Osa 10:49 PM

Dying of boredom 💔

Chu Chu 10:49

So you’re doing nothing

Osa 10:50

Chuuya expects so little of me! I’m working very hard!!

Chu Chu 10:50

Whatever I’m going back to work

Ah so that’s why Dazai was giggling.

Such a shame though, he seems so bored again now without anything to do. (bc he refuses to do his work)

So, as the good boyfriend you are, you picked up your phone and started typing.

You 10:52

Don’t be a bully Chu

Chu Chu 10:53

Tf you mean bully???

You 10:53

Poor Osamu is crying now!!!

Right on cue, you hear Dazai giggling again with his phone in his hands. He looks up at you with a giant grin, mischief already riddling his complexion.

Dazai wheels his chair right beside yours and whispers something in your ear, causing you to nod and chuckle to yourself.

Dazai put on a sad face, a pout with some puppy eyes, (Literally this emoji 🥺) and you took a photo of him with your phone.

You 10:55

[Sent an image]

Chu Chu 10:55

Oh stfu

Osa 10:55

ITS TRUE YOUVE BROKEN MY HEART SLUG 💔

Chu Chu 10:55

I’m going back to work.

You 10:56

CHUUYA APOLOGIZE

Osa 10:56

APOLOGIZE

Chu Chu 10:56

STFU IM WORKING

Osa 10:57

APOLOGIZE‼️

You 10:57

APOLOGIZE

Chu Chu 10:58

OH MY FUCKING GOD

He loves you guys <3

2ND SCENARIO

Chuuya and Dazai had gone off to shower together after the 3 of you had an… intimate moment. You however, decided to shower after them because you were fucking exhausted.

Having two guys in bed with you is a lotta work, who knew.

You stayed laying down on the mattress, an arm over your face as your eyes started growing heavy. Ultimately, you fell asleep for a short nap.

In, what for you felt like a few minutes, Chuuya and Dazai had exited the bathroom with a new set of outfits on.

The second they laid their eyes on you Chuuya spoke up, “Oh what the fuck? You can’t even just put on your boxers??”

You woke up at the sound of his voice, situating yourself to rest on your elbows lazily as you looked back at them both. “Yup. Too much work..” you sighed.

Dazai chuckled, “Oh no, please, do keep yourself as comfortable possible~.” He smirked, eyeing your bare body admiringly.

“Ok- you, go fuckin shower,” he ordered, pointing at you sternly before turning around to Dazai.

“And you- stop fucking looking! I’m not going another round just because you can’t relax!” He shoves his hands over Dazai’s eyes, pushing him and himself out of the bathroom doorway for you to go in.

You sighed tiredly, begrudgingly getting up and grabbing yourself some clothing from the dresser. You groggily walked into the bathroom, leaving Chuuya and Dazai alone.

As you closed the door behind you, Chuuya removed his hands from Dazai’s face, revealing a pouting expression.

“What?” Chuuya questioned,

Dazai just responded simply, “Cockblocker.”

3RD SCENARIO

You were all sitting on the couch watching a movie, yourself sitting in the middle. Dazai had his head resting on your shoulder while Chuuya was locking hands with you.

It was late at night so it was normal for you to be tired, but you didn’t feel like falling asleep in the slightest quite yet, the movie holding your attention a bit too well.

That was until you felt Dazai place a soft peck on your jawline, and you just instantly internally melted.

Your eyes started growing heavy like it was magic, you suddenly didn’t have the strength to even keep your head up! You laid your head atop of Dazai’s, his soft locks not doing you any favors.

You were at war with your eyelids, fighting to keep them open so you could keep watching the movie with your boyfriends.

Chuuya then looked over to you, noticing your battle to stay awake. “Are you falling asleep?” He chuckled, you replied stubbornly “No..”

He just laughed again, sliding his hand around your head and pulling you in to use his lap as a pillow. “It’s ok, pretty boy,” he smiled softly “just get your rest, we can always watch the movie again.”

Dazai watched the scene play out between you two, deciding to join in as he laid down as well. He rested his head onto your chest as he laid on top of you.

“Get your rest, handsome,” he teased, his words accompanied by another soft kiss, this time to your neck.

With that, you accepted your fate. Within just a few seconds, you were out like a light.

“Night sleeping beauty.” Chuuya whispered softly, lulling you further into sleep with a hand in your hair.

TYSM FOR GIVING ME THESE SCENARIOS THEY WERE SO CUTE ALSO HAPPY LATE VALENTINES DAY EVERYONE <33

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[clubkira]

FIREWORKS.

── SHINSUKE KITA. ┊ HAIKYUU!!

raining in japan m.list. // hq. masterlist.

premise. the perfect fireworks display ending to your first date with kita gets cancelled due to unforseen weather changes; and he seems more upset about it than you are.

content. shinsuke kita / f!reader. somewhat established relationship (first date). set pre-timeskip.

word count. 2k-ish

soundtrack. rainy tapestry : lamp.

19:57

“Attention all park-goers, the fireworks display for tonight is cancelled due to the untimely weather.”

The overhead speakers loudly declare several times to the entirety of the amusement park of the recent development, with a few still turning their heads in confusion at the sudden announcement.

“Please make your exit out of the park, and have a great rest of your night.”

Kita’s hand is grasped firmly in your own as he leads you out of the designated fireworks viewing zone, in tow behind you both are the several hundreds of other disappointed families making their way out.

Unclear at first glance in the darkness of the night, rain clouds have already begun to form over the park. Light trickles of rain start to shower above, quickly increasing in intensity at an alarming pace and drenching those caught in the downpour.

Dozens of children can be seen and heard crying into their mother’s laps across the viewing area, covered in hastily bought clear ponchos while holding their extinguished sparklers. Some quietly trudge behind their parents in sadness, their sneakers and socks getting soaked by the puddles of water that have begun to form on the ground while they walk.

Passing by a small girl sitting on a bench crying to her parents about missing the fireworks show, the slight dip in Kita’s usually relaxed expression doesn’t go unnoticed by you. His hold on your hand tightens ever so slightly the more saddened families he walks past, the pace of his footsteps quickening with each puddle he unintentionally splashes in.

“.. I’m really sorry,” He manages to speak after some time, the exit of the amusement park becoming clearer in the distance with a sigh.

“I didn’t know it’d rain so hard tonight that they’d have to cancel the fireworks display.”

Your head perks up to meet his own as you give him a sympathetic smile, “no, it’s okay. You couldn’t have known this would happened in advance.”

It was true, nobody had prepared for this outcome at all. The weather forecast for the night said it would only be a light drizzle; with the park’s staff not even being aware of the cancellation until fifteen minutes before the viewing, when they were told to rush out the emergency ponchos and begin handing them out to the guests who were waiting for the fireworks show before one of the staff got on the loud speaker to address the viewers.

“I know, I know,” Kita runs a hand through his hair disheartenedly, eyebrows knitting in frustration when he pulls the both of you underneath a nearby overhang to shield you from the ensuing rain. “it’s just, awful that our first date ended up like this.”

Kita’s pristine, cleanly pressed and ironed white shirt is now stained with little specks of rain, wrinkled with splotches of water lining the chest area and his watch decorated in tiny droplets that slide off and drop to the ground. Eyes shifting around the entrance, the other families slowly begin to trickle out group by group just as disappointed as before.

The crease in his eyebrows becomes more prominent than before, his frustration clearly showing with how he stares angrily at the soaked stone tiles beneath your feet with a huff.

“I can’t believe this..” you hear him mumble underneath his breath, looking up and around at your surroundings when the rain begins to pick up, several families standing around nearby as some are looking at signage for bus routes or getting into their cars in a hurry.

“Our first date, and I’ve already screwed it up.”

Your stare quickly hardens at his words, “You didn’t screw this up,” comes a sigh, eyes flickering to meet his.

Even in the chaos that surrounds the two of you, your quiet words manage to reach his ears when you notice the way his gaze visibly softens upon seeing the concern your eyes hold for him. His shoulders relax, untensing as his arms fall to his sides.

You’ve never seen Kita so frustrated before, and over something he has no control over. He’s always been levelheaded no matter the circumstances, usually being the type of person who doesn’t go undeterred when things don’t go his way or how he intended.

But you can’t deny the annoyance displayed prominently on his face and in his body language when it’s presented right in front of you. The way his knuckles tense when he feels the rain beginning to come down harder around you two, bouncing off rocks and soaking into the grass below.

The calm mask that Kita normally wears seems to slip off for a brief moment as he visibly swallows, shoving his hands into the damp pockets of his pants. An awkward laugh bubbles it’s way up his throat in his attempt to soothe over the situation.

The smile he gives you doesn’t even reach his eyes.

“Ah, I’m sorry things had to turn out like this.” He apologizes again, like he’s been doing repeatedly in what only feels like the past fifteen minutes; an attempt to assure you that he genuinely is. “I really am, is there anyway I could make this up to you?”

You shake your head, “I told you it’s fine, you don’t need to keep apologizing for this, Kita.”

“But it’s not fine,” he laments, grimacing when the rain from his hair trickles and drips down onto his face, wiping the raindrops away with the sleeve of his shirt. “I wanted to do something special to end off tonight,” his voice is tinged with disappointment, a reflection of his own self-frustration.

He looks away from your eyes, staring off to the paved parking lot ashamed, “Someone like you deserves a better first date than.. this.”

You scoff at his statement, huffing when he keeps depricating himself, “Kita, what’s so bad about this first date, hm?”

Kita’s face morphs into something of somewhat confusion, stuttering lightly when he turns back to face you. He chuckles unsurely like you’ve just told a good joke, “What do you mean? Do you not see what’s happening around us right now?”

He gestures to the still remaining families surrounding the entrance of the amusement park nearby, the children having calmed down but still visibly deflated by the rain and cancellation of the fireworks. Most are preoccupied with a device or toy of their choosing while being shielded from the rain by coats, signage or the strollers of their younger siblings.

Disgruntled parents stand just out of reach trying to figure out the best routes to take home, arguing with the park’s staff about refunds for the fireworks show while heckling them about the poor management and lack of communication with the staff and park-goeres.

The chill of the wind can be felt through your soaked clothes, goosebumps rising all over your arms that cause you to shudder. Everything begins to slow down to what seems like a barely moving standstill; anything from outside of your little bubble with Kita being reduced to a snail’s pace in your eyes.

The movements of those surrounding you become like smear frames in the distance, the raindrops still raging on even more heavily now serving as the only remainder of reality; the only constants being the sounds they make when they fall from the darkened sky up above onto the two of you.

“Does this look like a perfect first date to you?”

Kita’s question snaps you back momentarily, the pace of the world resuming in an instant. He turns to face you; arms crossed over his damp shirt and wearing a skeptical expression on his face that is mixed with something else that you can’t quite discern otherwise.

Confusion, frustration, desperation?

Your lips purse in thought for a brief moment, which he takes as his answer as he rambles out another hasty apology before you can even respond. “See what I mean? Look, I’m so sorry about all this. I swear, if you let me take you out again next time I can do better—”

“Shinsuke.”

The sudden use of his first name shocks him into silence, gulping as he waits for your reply. A sense of worry envelops him when you don’t respond immediately, uneasiness in his voice when he speaks again.

“Yes?”

Stepping towards him, the feeling of the soaked soles of your shoes slosh around in the puddles underneath make shivers shoot up through the calfs of your legs. Kita’s gaze follows you expectantly, eyes afraid to leave yours when you reach for his hands from deep inside of his pockets.

They’re cold to the touch from the cold rain and wind chills of the night when you hold them in your own, thumb brushing over his dry knuckles and settling into the folds of his palms.

“You haven’t even asked me about how I felt about the date yet.”

Kita blinks owlishly, his eyebrows unfurrowing as confusion settles into his face again at your response before letting out an unsteady laugh, shoulders shaking with mirth.

And the timid smile he shows you this time does reach his eyes.

“I’m sorry, my dear,” he apologizes again, this time more freely before pulling you in closer by the hip. His head settles into the crook of your neck with a hum, “What do you think of the date then, hm?”

Kita’s breath feels hot against your skin, a sharp contrast to the chill that circulates in the air around, carried through the rain and wind in it’s journey. Bodies swaying blissfully in the darkness, hidden away from the blaring headlights of the cars pulling out of the parking lot underneath the overhang.

Sparkling specks of water drip and fall down around you, pooling into that puddles that have for sure already begun to ruin the bottoms of your shoes. Rainwater has begun to seep through the soles, your socks becoming victim to the nature of your circumstances.

The wet fabrics of your clothing clings to the sides of your figures, the image of Kita’s collarbone and upperhalf of his chest glazed underneath his shirt.

Kita’s hair is fully drenched, now clumped and pushed to the side from when he ran his hand through it. Droplets of water litter his cheekbones and eyelashes in perfect spheres, cascading down the edge of his jawline in a resemblance of tears.

Even when soaked to the core, like a housecat who was caught in the sudden rain; Kita looks as handsome as the day you returned his feelings.

Your voice is low, settling into the background sounds of the rainfall. “I think, that our date was wonderful;” you reassure him, “even without the fireworks.”

Kita looks unsatisfied with your answer, confused and asking you questions in rapid-fire succession. “But the fireworks were the whole reason you came here—” He begins to say, “Aren’t you, disappointed..? That you didn’t get to see them?”

“No, Shinsuke,” you chuckle, “I didn’t come for the fireworks, I came for you.”

As wonderful and flashy as fireworks are, and indeed what could be considered major highlight of a trip for many of the visitors of the amusement park, your heart was never dead set on seeing them.

Fireworks can be seen anytime, but your first date with Kita can never be repeated.

“I’m pretty sure you didn’t come to get rained on at the end though,” he chuckles, bringing a hand out of his pockets to cup your warm cheek. The warmth radiating from your skin defrosts the chill in his palm almost instantaneously, “I wished to have a very dry end to our date, preferably,” his choice of words makes you snort.

“You wanted a dry end to our date?” You repeat jestingly, “Maybe you don’t actually like me in that case, Shinsuke.” His head drops in quiet laughter, “Fine, fine. I’ll rephrase what I meant then.”

His fingers smooth over your jawline tenderly, eyes soft and heart full of love. “I wished to kiss the most beautiful girl underneath the fireworks as the perfect end to our date, how does that sound?”

“Who said it had to be under the fireworks?”

“No one,” he smiles, “But it would’ve been very romantic if we did.”

A grin of your own tugs at your lips, “We can still kiss right now if you want.”

“While we’re soaking wet?” He laughs, drawing his face closer. His hands itch to grab hold of your face and pull you in, but he holds himself back in fear of overstepping his boundaries.

“Are you sure?”

Kita looks to you for permission, lips barely an inch away from your own. The steady rising and falling of his chest is accentuated by his sopped shirt clinging to his frame, hot breath fogging up in the cool night air.

You nod, without a doubt in your mind, finally connecting the distance between you two. Kita smiles into the kiss, eyes closing in satisfaction while his hands stay planted at your hips, never straying away from their hold.

The taste of rainwater is evident on both of your tongues, the two of you giggling as the twinkling sounds of rain and ripples of the puddles flow through the atmosphere around.

Kita’s the first to pull away, hesitating when he chases your lips one final time before reeling his head back to catch his breath.

Even in the darkness, only illuminated by a street lamp several feet away; Kita’s cheeks are rosy with euphoria, eyes crinkling with sparks of happiness flying throughout.

His forehead leans against your own, the wet strands of his hair sticking to his head. The whites of his teeth gleam when he smiles, quietly whispering for your ears to hear only.

“Maybe I should make sure it’s raining when I take you out on a second date.”

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Heat

Synopsis: Qatar seems worse than ever this year, and it’s especially not kind to F1’s female driver. The grid does what they can to help.

young female driver reader x 2023 F1 grid

A/N: For this one, reader will be 21, and have driven for aston martin since the beginning of 2021 with lance

You’ve driven in about 60 races in your 3 year F1 career so far, yet you’ve never raced in conditions like this before, and you hope you never will again.

Preparing for Qatar the weeks leading up for it, you could laugh at it now because no amount of simulator training or exercising could’ve readied you for the heat in Lusail.

You felt it as soon as you walked out of the airport; the gust of hot air that hit you in the face, the harsh evening sun beating down on you.

“Oh my god” You said to your teammate, pulling a pair of sunglasses out of your pocket. “I know,” Lance says, copying your actions. “This sprint is gonna suck” You groan. “I can’t wait”

The two of you immediately got into the cars waiting for you in the parking lot, and drove to the hotel you’d be hiding in until Thursday.

Media day was bad enough, having to spend hours doing interviews and sitting in to press conferences while trying to get any cool air near you.

“Is Qatar like this every year?” Oscar asked you while sitting alongside Charles, George, and Pierre in a conference.

“It’s been hot the last few years, but nothing like this, no” You answer honestly. “It was nowhere near this hot last year” George adds as the other two drivers nod.

You get through the rest of the day with a lot of water and the many surprisingly useful paper fans you and Lando made as a joke. Friday is dedicated to FP1 and Qualifying, and you end the practice in P11, qualifying P7.

The temperature was bearable that day, but you still left your car red-faced and sweaty afterwards. You talked with a few engineers and strategists before leaving to collect your things and go back to your hotel in hopes of getting some rest before the sprint the next day.

You walk into the paddock Saturday afternoon prepared to endure whatever the shootout and sprint was going to bring to you. You went P9 in the shootout after a stressful amount of track limit warnings, and spend the time before the sprint relaxing in your drivers room. You finished Saturday’s race P8 after defending against Pierre and Valtteri , and trying to overtake Alex in front of you.

You exited your car feeling as tired as you would after a normal race, and tried to show as much happiness as you could for both Max and Oscar after their race finishes.

After using your post-race interview to congratulate the two, you went back to your garage to finish the first race debrief of the weekend, and was sent back to your hotel with instructions to get more hydration and rest.

You thought you felt the worst of the heat earlier in the weekend, but you were proved wrong as you neared the Aston Martin garage Sunday evening.

Nobody could find decent shelter from the Qatari sun, and you were almost sweating by the time you were getting into your car.

You’d done as much possible as you could to prepare for this race, and now it was time to see if it was all worth it or not.

“Good luck, stay safe” Lance said, leaning over your car.

“Good luck, you too” You flip your visor down as your teammate gets into his car, and you’re given the signal to enter the pit lane.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” David Croft begins to commentate. “it is a scorching night out here in Qatar, our drivers have just finished their formation lap, we’re seconds away from driving into the night for 57 laps, it’s light’s out and away we go!”

You pull away from Esteban early and get close to Pierre, taking P6 by Lap 15, and are able to get out his DRS zone afterwards. Statistically, this was good, but physically, you were not feeling well inside your cockpit.

By the halfway mark, there was sweat running down your face, your throat was dry, and your entire body felt like it was overheating trapped inside the small space.

You tried flipping up your visor and adjusting your gloves to get some more airflow, but both methods proved ineffective, leaving you with no fresh air.

By the time you were nearing the end of the race, every turn made your head spin, every straight blew more hot air into your cockpit, and the constant effort of defending against the two Alpine’s behind you was draining your energy.

Your vision was starting to go in and out as you finished your last laps, and you crossed the checkered flag with a sigh of relief, not even caring Pierre overtook you and left you in P7.

It took everything inside you not to black out during the cool down lap, and you could barely manage to maneuver the car into perc ferme.

Drivers were sitting up and getting out of their cars all around you, but you couldn’t find any energy to leave yours. You sat in your car, head leaning against the steering wheel, breathing heavy, as other drivers started to notice.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Pierre kneels by your car, labored breathing and accent thicker than usual. You shake your head, the small movement making your head pound, and groan.

“Y/n, c’mon, I will help, give me your steering wheel” The driver persists, holding out his hand.

You oblige, as Pierre shouts towards the cars in the front. “Charlie! Venez ici! (come here)

As Charles makes his way from his Ferrari to your car, you begin to sit up and wrap your hands around the halo to pull yourself into a standing position. You move to sit on top of your car after your vision gets dizzy and you start to lose balance.

“What’s wrong? Are you two okay?” The Monagasque asks before you shake your head once again.

“I’m fine, I don’t think she is. Here, put one of her arms around your shoulders” Pierre instructs as he reaches out to help you step off the car.

Despite themselves finishing the same grueling race, the two men move you to sit on the ground before doing the same.

George notices, and comes over with four bottles of water to join you three sitting against the Aston Martin car. The four of you pull off your helmets and balaclavas to chug the water George brought, too tired to move anywhere else.

You’re still dizzy, your hands are shaking, and your body is still overheated, but you’re done with the race and you have water, and those things seem to be the only ones that matter.

“You guys okay?” George asks from beside Charles.

“No”

Charles and Pierre shake theirs heads. “Me either,but shouldn’t we, like, go get weighed and stuff?”

You wave a hand dismissively and take another sip of water. The British man nods again. “Yeah, you’re right”

After a few more minutes of sitting on the ground against your car and listening to all the action around you, the four of you stand up to complete the post race procedures and go to the media pen.

“Y/n, how was your race? Are you happy with P7?” The journalist asks you, pointing the microphone towards you.

“Yeah, I’m happy with it. The race was really tough though, I was really struggling towards the end to finish the race and bring the car in”

“A lot of people think Qatar should be moved in the schedule, or taken off completely. What do you think about that?”

“I think it should definitely be moved to either earlier or later in the year. I know I wasn’t the only driver struggling out here, and it’s not safe that we race like this” You reply honestly.

“I agree, Y/n. Good race today, get some rest” The woman smiles at you, and you’re glad to be able to head back to your garage.

After about thirty minutes, Lance joins you and the rest of the engineers in the debrief room, and takes a seat next to you.

“Holy shit” He says.

“Yeah”

“Never again” You agree.

something short and sweet for the all the pain qatar brought earlier this year

[onas-batlle]

like daylight (part 1/?)

pairing: lucy bronze x ona batlle

warnings: none

synopsis: When you are both eighteen, anything your soulmate writes on their skin will be reflected on that of your own. Words in swirly, glowing, shimmering gold, these markings will link you forever to the one soul that is destined to intertwine with yours.

a/n: the soulmate au begins! this is kind of an intro chapter, so fair warning this first part will have a lot of keira x lucy (while they don't do anything romantic, they are in a relationship), and ona only makes one (brief) appearance. anyway, I hope the whole thing isn't super confusing, and ignore any mistakes lol.

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When you are both eighteen, anything your soulmate writes on their skin will be reflected on that of your own. Words in swirly, glowing, shimmering gold, these markings will link you forever to the one soul that is destined to intertwine with yours.

It was the 27th of October, and Lucy lay stretched out on her bed on the eve of her eighteenth birthday, her mind a mess of thoughts as she grappled with the excitement of potentially being able to get in contact with her soulmate in only a few minutes.

11:57… 11:58…

She knew that it was probably going to be a girl; that realisation had already occurred and been faced head-on several years before that day, and she found that she was more concerned with whether or not her soulmate would also share her love of football than their gender identity.

She glanced at the clock again. 11:59. Lucy flopped her head back down onto her pillow and let out a groan at the slow-moving minutes, it almost seeming like the seconds were trapped in molasses. She hated to admit it, but Lucy had secretly been a romantic all her life and the idea that someone was out there in the world, crafted to fit with her exactly, was something that she had treasured forever.

12:00. Midnight.

As soon as the clock struck midnight, she eagerly grabbed a marker, pondering what her first message to her soulmate should be. She couldn't introduce herself by name - the magic didn’t allow that - so instead she tentatively wrote ‘Hi’, and waited for a response. When it didn’t come for an hour, she supposed that maybe her soulmate didn’t notice, or was busy.

When it had been a few months, she supposed that maybe her soulmate was a bit younger than her, and that was fine, she could wait.

Three, four, five, years passed and soon Lucy accepted that maybe she was just one of the unlucky ones who didn’t have a soulmate. Neither of her parents had lost hope, always having faith that one day her skin would be covered in words of gold, but after the third year ticked past, Lucy had resigned herself to the fact that there was no one written in the stars for her. Not that she cared for that fate stuff anyway, she often told herself.

So she fell into Keira. Keira, who was about as cynical as she was. Keira, who dismissed the soulmate stuff and said that they could write their own destiny. And Keira, whose hands were always covered in golden scrawls of unintelligible German. They loved each other as best as they could, anyway.

Lucy was twenty-five when a word showed up on her palm - bright and glowing gold. She kept it from Keira and hid in the bathroom to study it. It was a simple word - in Spanish, of course - Hola in loopy, curly writing. A small smiley face was dotted at the end of the word, and Lucy knew that it was for her.

So she did have a soulmate after all. One who was likely to be quite a bit younger than her, but a soulmate nonetheless.

Excitement flashed in her gut before she immediately felt guilty. Here she was, crouched in the bathroom, giddy with happiness, while her girlfriend was out in the lounge unassuming. Keira had chosen her despite knowing she had a soulmate of her own, so Lucy ignored the writing on her hand and exited the bathroom.

“You good?” Keira spoke, and Lucy just nodded, tucking her hand into her pocket. And if Keira noticed that she seemed a bit off for the next few days, she didn’t say anything.

A few more words came from her soulmate. A ‘cómo estuva tu día?’, and a ‘espero que estés bien!’ There was even some Catalan, which clued Lucy into the fact that her soulmate was from Catalonia, probably Barcelona. But as much as it pained her, Lucy ignored it all.

After that, Lucy’s soulmate didn’t write again.

A few months later, Lucy was in France. France which bordered Spain. Spain which was where her soulmate was from. She had always been drawn to Spain, even before finding out her soulmate was Spanish, but she urged herself to ignore it and just focus on football. She still had traces of gold - numbers and scrawled words, sometimes a sentence - but most of the time it was kept to a minimum.

She did know that her soulmate had tattoos though, several pieces having been marked into her skin for weeks until they faded, and several weeks where she was forced to wear long sleeve shirts to hide the swirling lines on her bicep that made up a map of the world.

She remembered one time when she awoke and went to take a shower, spotting yet another piece of inkwork. It was a lioness, glowing brightly on her shoulder blade, and Lucy had to choke back a laugh at the irony. She was unsure if her soulmate knew who she was, but their souls were intrinsically linked, so she shouldn’t really be surprised.

Keira eventually found out about Lucy’s soulmate, of course. She always knew when the fullback was keeping a secret, and it was stupid to assume that she could have kept something that big under wraps.

During one of the England camps, Lucy was walking to breakfast when someone suddenly caught her wrist and tugged her down a hallway, the English woman unable to stifle her small scream of surprise. When she finally got her bearings, she focused on Keira stood in front of her, a frown on her face.

“What’s wrong?” Lucy questioned, blinking in confusion at Keira’s expression, the midfielder’s eyes boring into her, unimpressed. Keira just let out a sigh at her question and grabbed Lucy’s hand, turning it over so her palm was facing down, revealing the glittering gold words on the back of it.

“Why not,” Keira read out and dropped Lucy’s hand, who had the decency to look a little sheepish. “Don’t think you went out and wrote this in gold ink by yourself, did you?” the midfielder stated and levelled the fullback with a pointed look. Lucy opened her mouth to respond when Keira sighed again and uncrossed her arms.

“Luce, I’m not angry. I mean I have a soulmate too. I just wish that you would’ve told me.” 

“I’m sorry. I- I don’t really know why I hid it from you, because you told me about yours and it was fine. It was shitty of me,” Lucy responded, hanging head slightly. She never meant to hurt Keira, after all.

Keira graced her with a small smile and shook her head before waving her hand to dismiss Lucy’s words. “Well, at the end of the day, we picked each other, didn’t we?”

Lucy was relieved to hear those words, glad her moments of weakness had not ruined their relationship, and so they went on with their lives, mostly unchanged. There was always that niggling thought in the back of her mind though, the one that belonged to a hopeful little girl who wanted to find the one person that had been made especially for her. But she was not a little girl anymore, and she had Keira now, so Lucy shoved those traitorous thoughts aside and tried her best to focus on her current relationship. The one that she chose .

When was twenty-nine, Lucy found herself back in Manchester. The return was mostly for Keira - the distance having put a slight strain on their relationship, and truthfully, Lucy had felt a little bit homesick anyway.

She’d always enjoyed just simply watching football, and naturally, she loved to take notice of the skills of other players who played alongside and against her.

It was the Manchester Derby when she spotted her , the right back for the other team. She was small but quick and hurtled up the right wing with a passion that Lucy hadn’t seen in a long time. While United did lose the Derby, the unnamed player still marched up to all of the City players, jaw set, and offered them a handshake in thanks.

Something tugged in Lucy’s heart as the short woman made her way around all of Lucy’s teammates, and she watched on until she was standing directly in front of her. 

“Good game,” the player spoke, extending her hand in front of her and tilting her chin up to meet Lucy’s eyes. The English fullback, almost involuntarily,  dragged her eyes over the features of the other defender, drinking in the constellations of freckles that dotted across tanned skin, the shiny brown eyes that were filled with a fiery determination, and the full lips that were currently pressed into a firm line. 

“Oh!” Lucy exclaimed as she realised that had been looking for a bit too long and reached out to grasp the other woman’s hand. “You guys had a good game too!”

As their skin made contact, the English woman flinched momentarily as she swore she could feel sparks pass between them and mentally berated herself at the physical reaction. An odd look passed across the other woman’s face, and before Lucy could even blink, she was gone, but not before the City player caught a glimpse of something tattooed on the departing player’s right hand.

She stood, stock still in shock for a few minutes until Keira came up to her and tilted her head inquisitively, before leading Lucy off the pitch and down the tunnel. She enquired about the player afterwards (“sizing up the competition are we Bronzey?”), and she was told that her name was Ona Batlle and that she was from Spain. The mention of that country caused Lucy’s stomach to twist, and she told herself off for the hope that flickered in her stomach at the idea that she could have just met her soulmate.

When home, she opened her phone to look at Ona’s Instagram, just to figure out if the other woman had those tattoos that had shown up on her own skin for a short period, but one glance at Keira who was washing her hands in the kitchen had her closing the app. She couldn’t go there. It wouldn’t be fair.

The next couple of years passed rather uneventfully, in terms of her personal life anyway, but soon she found herself starting to feel the boredom again, Manchester City not really ticking all her boxes anymore. 

Lucy wanted to win, win something big like the UWCL, and City just wasn’t cutting it. When she got the offer from Barcelona her first instinct was to immediately agree, but she had to pause to weigh the decision that she was facing.

Firstly there was the thing about her soulmate. She hated that that was the first thing her mind went to, but she’d spent several years grappling with her relationship with Keira and with the potential person that was predestined for her, so moving to Spain - which could place her within meeting distance of her soulmate - could cause all sorts of problems. The second thing she had to consider was that she might have had to do long distance with Keira again, but that was quickly forgotten when the midfielder told her that Barcelona wanted her as well. 

After a few weeks of discussion, they decided to make the move to Barcelona.

Several months later, after an amazing Euros that left them Champions of Europe, Lucy and Keira packed up to go to Spain. All seemed to have been going well - they were winning their games, and they were settling in well, but over the weeks, the romance between them came to a grinding halt and they found their relationship evolving into something merely platonic. It only took a few more weeks until it all came to a head.

Lucy came home from the shops one day and saw Keira standing there, waiting for her with red-rimmed eyes and a sniffle. She didn’t even have time to reach out to ask what was wrong before Keira spoke, a distressed look painting her features.

“Lucy, I’m sorry.”

It was silent for a few beats, but Lucy knew what words Keira was about to follow up with before she even opened her mouth to speak them.

“I’ve met my soulmate.”

The words hung in the air, and for some reason, it was relieving. They had only really been glorified roommates the past few months, anyway, and suddenly a weight felt like it had been lifted off Lucy’s chest.

“I know that I said soulmates are bullshit and we can choose who we want to be with but..” Keira trailed off and bit her lip. “Her name is Laura, and she’s lovely, and Lucy I think I would hate myself if I didn’t even try.”

“We haven’t done anything, by the way. I would never. It wouldn’t be fair to you. Even if we haven’t really been all that romantic lately, I wouldn’t betray you like that,” Keira rushed to get out, eyes beginning to fill with tears. 

Lucy offered her a small smile. “Keira, it’s okay. Honest.”

They parted ways amicably, and while she did feel a bit sad that she no longer had a companion to spend her time with, she was okay. And when Keira posted a photo of her and Laura to her close friends’ story, Lucy was the first to like it.

A few more weeks passed, and it was only then that she allowed herself to even think about her own soulmate again. They hadn’t written to each other at all since Lucy had ignored the messages all those years ago, but the random doodles and numbers didn’t once cease. Her mind still lingered on that one Manchester United defender she had shaken hands with while she was still at City, but it had been so long now that she’d kind of abandoned the idea, so Lucy just decided to park that theory for the time being.

And then came Lucy Staniforth’s wedding.

#lucy bronze x ona batlle #ona batlle x lucy bronze #lucy bronze #ona batlle #woso imagines #woso fanfics #my fics

[sisididis]

I still can’t get over the fact that the only time Sebastian expressed doubt (and later remorse) about his actions was after we had cast Imperio at Ominis to allow Sebastian to leave the catacomb without fighting and effectively losing his best friend. [36:57]

Almost as if to say: Yes, I’ll dabble with Dark Magic. Yes, I’ll Crucio my friend and then resume the quest like nothing had happened. Yes, I’ll lie to everyone including my sister for her “own good”. But, oh, I’m drawing the line at having Imperio cast at my best friend. 

“Are you willing to sacrifice your friendship over this?” we ask Ominis, to which he replies: “I might be. How could I choose to stand by and watch him do this?” And when he’s offered to be put in thrall, Ominis reluctantly agrees to it because “it may just save what is left of [his] friendship with Sebastian.” 

I like to believe that, throughout their quest to save Anne, Sebastian comes to see Ominis as his last reminder of his morality. Even though Ominis holds little sway over Sebastian’s decision-making, I believe that the temporary loss of Ominis' opposition comes as a blow to Sebastian, because it is only then that he realizes that he’s lost the last person who’s tugging him back from his free fall into the Dark Arts.

“You need the relic,” we reassure Sebastian as we exit the catacomb. “I know, but not like this,” he says. “We’ve always looked out for each other - Ominis and I. I hope he knows that hasn’t changed.” His confession proves that he's aware that something profound had shifted in their friendship. Sebastian is past the point of no return.

“When we get to Feldcroft, I’d rather Anne not know what had to be done to get this relic. She thinks like Ominis. It’d only upset her.”

This almost begs the question: “Shouldn’t you ask Anne, the victim of the curse, if your sacrifice is worth the risk?” 

#sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy #whoever said that ominis is a fair weather friend did not know what they’re talking about #this boy yeeted his moral compass out the window to salvage his friendship #can you even call yourself ride or die if you're not willing to be imperio-ed for your bestie? #this is a joke please don't take it seriously #what ominis did was pure insanity and a lack of backbone but they're two 15 year olds what did you expect #my entries

[yanderes-galore]

Can you do Mike afton with your prompts 57, 53, and 10? Also can it be romantic?

Sure! I'll see what I can do :) Been a bit since I've done this AU. This is a new take on it.

@okchijt helped me with this so this is mostly their take while I filled in the plot they gave me. Requester wanted FLS AU.

Yandere! FLS! Michael Afton Concept

What is the FLS AU?

Yandere! FLS AU! Michael Afton Prompts 57, 53, and 10

"You're stuck with me, like it or not."

"I left you a few voice mails, why didn't you pick up?"

"I've given myself all to you! Yet you call me a monster!"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Violence, Breaking and entering, Manipulation, Kidnapping implied, Forced relationship implied.

The phone rings on and on as you type away at your keyboard. On screen is an email soon to be sent to your boss, Henry. You were nearly at a breakthrough on an important case.

Incriminating evidence filled the email. Many documents and notes were attached all about two people behind a long list of murders. The case of The Aftons was very important to your employer.

Your job was to play detective. You were meant to work for them at their Pizzeria, collect evidence, then leave. That was it... that was the job.

Then one of them, the son, got attached.

You had a feeling he caught on to you. Even now as you type away and prepare to send Henry your evidence your phone rings. You knew it was him, the voice mails were endless.

You hadn't bothered to listen to them. Instead you focused on your email by putting on the final touches. Then your mouse drifted to the send button...

Only for the power to cut.

You go silent, eyes blown wide and looking at the computer in shock. There wasn't any storms. Did you flip something by accident?

"I left you a few voice mails, why didn't you pick up? Are you ignoring me?"

The voice echoes from close by and you feel the hair on your skin shoot up. You spin your chair around and search the darkness for answers. Unfortunately... your questions are answered.

Michael stands in the doorway of the room. His posture is confident and he stares at you like you're his newest prey. You can only stare as he blocks your exit.

"Don't you know how much I've done for you?" Michael sighs. "I've been protecting you from my father as I already know your plans. I could've just killed you... but now I like you too much for that."

The man in front of you does a fake pout while leaning in the doorway. The fact he knew everything made your heart drop to your stomach. He's more clever than you thought.

"I've already sacrificed so much by allowing these games to play out. However, this still means I have to prevent you from exposing the family business, y'know?" Michael sighs, playing with your emotions to satiate the sadism within him.

"You're a monster for doing all of this!" You yell at the man. You can see Michael feign shock and surprise before chuckling.

"I've given myself all to you! Yet you call me a monster!" Michael accuses in a playful manner before turning serious. "I could've just killed you, but I'm nice enough to protect you and let you live!"

You quickly stand up to keep distance as Michael walks forward. Despite the situation you manage to keep yourself calm. It's in the line of work, after all. Yet you still find yourself shaking when he gets close to you.

"I've been so patient with you. I think things should go my way for once, shouldn't they?" Michael hums towards you. You try to run around him but he catches you with ease. It's funny to him... did you not think he was an experienced killer?

You feel your chest hit the desk hard as your arms are held behind your back. The resulting impact causes the computer to crash onto the ground, the email and evidence now long destroyed. Panic sets in as struggle and fight against the killer behind you.

Said killer only appears excited by your fate.

"I think it's time you rest, dear. Isn't it getting late?" Michael coos, raising the knife in his hand. You suddenly feel a blunt object smack into your head before your vision darkens.

"You're stuck with me, like it or not." Michael whispers with a giggle before your vision fails you.

#yandere five nights at freddy's #yandere fnaf #fnaf father like son au #yandere fls michael afton #yandere michael afton

[deleetrix]

A scene from chapter 57 of This is an Adjuration by @not-freyja !

“Vio looks up sharply as Blue enters the room and his brother’s eyes go wide, gaze flicking back and forth between Blue’s growing visible rage and Vio’s own sword in Ravio’s hands.

He can’t help it, really. Blue doesn’t yell so much as the scream just chooses to exit his mouth.

“WHAT THE FUCK, VI?”

#originally I was thinking about sketching the entire scene but ultimately I decided to make this colored picture of that one line #and it went really well so yay! #legend of zelda #loz #linked universe #linkeduniverse #this is an adjuration #linked universe four #lu four #lu blue #deleetrix

[yyh4ever]

Yu Yu Hakusho POP UP SHOP in Tokyo Character Street

"Japanese-Western style" costumes

A3 Tokyo Company is releasing this new and beautiful POP UP at the Tokyo Character Street Shop in Tokyo Station. Everyone is wearing wayousetchuu, a blending of Japanese and Western styles.

The girls usually appear in GraffArt illustrations of A3, so I am glad Botan and Yukina are included in the standard art this time. I miss Keiko, though.

■ Official Site: eeo.today

■ Pre-order: June 15th to June 19th, 2023 on their Online Shop (overseas shipping available)

■ Period (wagon and mail order): July 7th to July 20th, 2023

■ Location: Tokyo Character Street Wagon (Tokyo Station, Yaesu Underground Shopping Mall, North Exit, B1 Floor)

■ Shipping (mail order): August 2023

■ Goods:

Can Badge

Price: 4,400 yen (complete set, 8 types in total)

Size: 65 mm

Material: tin plate and iron (pin)

Acrylic Keychain

Price: 7,040 yen (complete set, 8 types in total)

Size: 65×65mm

Material: acrylic, metal

Character Acrylic Figure (8 types)

Price: 1,815 each

Size: about H150×W70×D3ｍｍ

Material: acrylic

Types:

Yusuke Urameshi

Kazuma Kuwabara

Kurama

Hiei

Youko Kurama

Koenma

Yukina

Botan

Acrylic Art Board

Price: 2,750 yen

Size: A5 size (148×210mm)

Material: acrylic

Character Clear Case (8 types)

Price: 900 yen each

Size: A5 size (148mm x 210mm)

Material: PVC

Types:

Yusuke Urameshi

Kazuma Kuwabara

Kurama

Hiei

Youko Kurama

Koenma

Yukina

Botan

Premium Postcard Holder

A postcard holder with 30 pockets that can store 100mm x 148mm postcards. The cover is removable.

Price: 1,760 yen

Size:

Closed: Width 125 x Height 170 x 25 mm

Open: 270 x 170 mm

Material: Polypropylene, PVC

Leather Sticky Book (8 types)

Price: 605 yen each

Size: 57×11×77mm

Material: PU leather, paper

Types: Yusuke Urameshi; Kazuma Kuwabara; Kurama; Hiei; Youko Kurama; Koenma; Yukina; Botan

■ Benefit

For every 2,200 yen (tax included) purchase of Yu Yu Hakusho related products, you will get a random postcard (9 types in total).

#「幽☆遊☆白書」POP UP SHOP in東京キャラクターストリート #Yu Yu Hakusho POP UP SHOP in Tokyo Character Street #yusuke urameshi #kazuma kuwabara #Youko Kurama #Kurama #Shuuichi Minamino #Hiei #A3 Tokyo #Koenma #和洋折衷 #wayousetchuu #Botan #Yukina

[matan4il]

Update post:

In Hezbollah's rocket attack on Israel's north today, one person was killed and at least 9 are injured. All are from Thailand. I got to guide groups of students from Thailand, who come to study agriculture in Israel, and as part of their degree, they also work in the fields. They were so lovely, and they absolutely don't deserve this, for having tried to better their lives and the lives of those around them. Which is making me think of this vid from Oct 7 that I just can't forget of a Thai man, who was murdered by Hamas terrorists, footage I will never forget for as long as I live. You could argue that Hezbollah's rockets didn't mean to target Thai nationals, but the terrorists on Oct 7 KNEW that they were torturing (they took their time sadistically toying around with the man in the vid) and murdering non-Israelis. They KNEW they were kidnapping non-Israelis. And they still did it. Remind me, which part of Palestine is Thailand supposedly occupying?

On Thursday, in an independent shooting terrorist attack in Eli, two Israelis were murdered. They have been identified as 16 years old Uriah Hartom, and 57 years old father of three Yitzchak Zeiger. The Palestinian terrorist was identified as a Palestinian police officer, affiliated with Fatah (the party which currently rules the Palestinian Authority), not Hamas. He had previously been imprisoned by Israel twice, for dealing in illegal arms. The owner of a hummus diner, located near the gas station where the terrorist attack took place, was by chance on a break from his reserves service in Gaza. He heard the shots, came out, fired loosely at the terrorist to attract him away from civilians, went back inside, took a better shooting position, and finished the terrorist off.

A 57 years old man from the Israeli city of Ashkelon was stabbed during an independet terrorist attack in the area of Hebron on Saturday. The terrorist has been arrested.

Globally, we continue to see a rise in antisemitic incidents, including violent ones. Over the course of the past few days alone, we got an attack in Switzerland (in Zurich, where a Jewish man was stabbed on Saturday eve. The 15 years old terrorist was arrested by Swiss police. Please remember this for the next time you see Israel being vilified for arresting teenage terrorists), an attack on a Jewish man exiting a synagogue in Paris, France on Friday eve (Israeli TV reports that the terrorist called the victim, "a dirty Jew") and a Muslim former patient who shot his Jewish dentist to death, not too far from San Diego in the US (yeah, sorry. I don't buy that the moment a supposedly disgruntled ex patient decides to kill his Jewish doctor just so happens to be a moment when anti-Jewish violence is being justified, normalized and rising everywhere. A part of how antisrmitism, homophobia, racism and other forms of generalized hatred work, is that even when grudges are personal, these forms of hate give the hater socially acceptable terms and tools to openly hurt the person they hate, more than they would have dared to if they had a grudge against someone who wasn't a member of a marginalized group. Apparenntly, I'm not the only one who thinks the antisemitic angle mustn't be left out).

Meanwhile, Israel has arrested the members of a terrorist squad in Hebron, which was inspired by ISIS. They had already managed to produce 100 explosive devices, and we can only imagine how many lives have been saved thanks to these arrests.

This is 33 years old Dennis Yakimov.

He was killed the other day during the fighting in Gaza. Every day, Israeli soldiers are dying there, and Israelis watch the news, and hear their family members mourn them, and cry over the loss. IDK if any words I write here can express the grief, so today I'm just going to share this short vid of Dennis' only daughter, Danelina, speaking at his funeral:

IDK how people can actually think that after the loss, pain and horror of Oct 7, Israelis are putting themselves through this added loss, pain and horror just to see more Palestinians killed. And that's what they mean, every time they ask, "How many Palestinians have to die..." as if the goal was ever dead Palestinians, rather than Hamas being destroyed and Israelis knowing that Hamas could never perpetrate another massacre as it did, also aiming to deter other terrorist organizations such as Hezbollah from trying such a massacre, knowing that if they did, Israel wouldn't relent before they're destroyed, too. I think this kind of question can only be asked by people, for whom we're not really human beings, and the devastating pain that we feel over our fallen and their loved ones, who will never be the same, really doesn't register.

May Dennis' memory be a blessing.

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

#israel #antisemitism #israeli #israel news #israel under attack #israel under fire #terrorism #anti terrorism #hamas #antisemitic #antisemites #jews #jew #judaism #jumblr #frumblr #jewish

[water-loos]

Daylight

“ I once believed love would be black and white, but it’s golden ”

jj maybank x fem!kook!reader

wc: 2.1k

cw: friends to lovers, fluffy, alcohol mentions, no use of y/n

author’s note: hi! this is my first time posting a fic on tumblr and writing an x reader fic so PLEASE bear with me!! this is mostly me testing the waters with this platform bc i’m normally a wattpad and ao3 type of person! enjoy this fluff though :)

It was cool for late June, a crisp 57 by the time Eleven P.M. rolled around. Your arms had long been covered in goosebumps in contrast to the warmth that hung in your chest and cheeks from the dozens of watered-down solo cups you’d downed in the hours prior, many opponents that you had challenged in chugging competitions having brought you more and more beer to host rematches. It was yet another glorious night at the Boneyard, surrounded by Kooks and Pogues alike, with even a few Tourons hanging around the outskirts of the driftwood that laid around the beach. It was beautiful and chaotic. There were no expectations, and labels held little weight here.

It was right where you wanted to be.

What you didn’t want, however, was to continue to catch the eyes of the island’s resident troublemaker. It had been happening since you absolutely demolished John Booker Routledge, one of your close friends, in a shotgunning contest with the few canned beers that had been brought with you that night, demolishing his ego. JJ Maybank, all deep blue eyes and sandy hair falling into his face, had been sneaking glances at you ever since you had wiped the foamy liquid off of your lips with the pad of your thumb. It was making your skin crawl.

You couldn’t tell if your skin was crawling in a bad way, like you couldn’t get the intense weight of his eyes off of your shoulders, or in a good way, like you enjoyed having him overanalyzing your every move, studying the way your skin shone in the crescent moonlight. The alcohol-fueled mess that was your brain wanted to go over to him and ask outright, maybe even figure out why he’d been more interested in talking to you alone recently, or why he had suddenly made it a point to tap the side of your thigh when he walked past you in greeting. Your common sense, however, was screaming from the deepest corner of your head to leave it alone, because that’s just how he is. It could become an embarrassing situation and you’d be out a friend.

Instead of dwelling on it more, you quietly exited a conversation with Topper Thornton and whatever his girl of the week’s name was and all of her friends in favor of crossing the beach toward the keg. Pope, who looked exhausted and like he wanted to fall asleep next to the keg, smiled weakly as you walked up, hands holding onto your biceps in an attempt to maintain some body heat. “You back for another one?”

“Yeah. Gotta warm up somehow,” Your joke was stupid enough to make you cringe, but the sentiment was warm enough to make the boy before you smile. “How’s your night going? You look like you want to be anywhere else but here.”

“Eh. Just not feeling it tonight, I guess,” He shrugged, handing you back the cup you had given him to fill. “We had a late night. Kickback at the Chât, early morning clean up, then work, then surfing. Wiped me clean out.”

“Jesus. Sounds like a doozy,” You whistled, your spine shivering. “Well, I’m glad I got to see you. My family’s in town and I’ve been so held up that I haven’t gotten a chance to come down by you guys at all. I miss it.”

“We miss you too,” His eye contact wavered for a split second to right over your shoulder. “Some more than others.”

Your posture straightened immediately at the realization that JJ was most definitely behind you, and he was definitely staring. Again. It made your chest squeeze slightly, prompting you to take a swig of the beer in your hand. “Is something up with him? I feel like he’s been acting different lately.”

“Mhm. There’s definitely something up,” Pope’s voice became high-pitched all of a sudden, a smile jumping to his face. “You should go talk to him about it. He won’t tell us anything, maybe he’ll talk to you.”

“You know! Oh my god, you know what’s bothering him,” You clocked him immediately, gaze narrowing as a blush crept up your neck. “Just tell me what he told you!”

“Can’t tell you what I don’t know,” He shrugged. “Sorry.”

“You suck. Actually,” You deadpanned, downing the rest of the beer and handing him your cup, inhibitions thrown out of the proverbial window. “Hold this. Don’t lose it.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Asshole,” You huffed, no real animosity behind your words as you pivoted on the toe of your platform converse, the rubber bottom digging into the sand. JJ wasn’t far at all, only a few feet away on a fallen log. His gaze hadn’t faltered when you turned around, his smile warm as you walked toward him.

“Hey, pretty,” He quipped, looking up at you. His eyes sparkled in the dim light, his crooked smile almost glinting. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Do you think there’s any spare sweatshirts or anything in the Twinkie?” You asked, coming up with an excuse to one, get him alone, and two, steal the marina crewneck that you know he kept in the van. He took it off after every shift, put it right on the back bench, and left it for the night before he had to bring it in to wash the next day. “I’m freezing.”

“I’m sure there’s something,” He shrugged like he didn’t just eavesdrop on your entire conversation with Pope. “Check the back, maybe?”

“Can you walk with me? I don’t want to go all the way to the parking lot alone,” You put in extra effort to sound as innocent about the whole ordeal as possible, knowing that your mouth was seconds away from that last beer beginning to weigh on your senses and finally shutting off your common sense. “Plus, I need to get away for a second, I think. Clear my head.”

“Clear your head?” He cocked his head to the side before rising to his feet, much like a puppy. He mirrored your feigned innocence with ease. “Well, since you asked so nicely…”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” You huffed out a quiet laugh, leading the two of you forward. It was quiet until the beach started turning into decaying wood planks and whispers of dried-out grass beneath your feet, the parking lot within view. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure. Ask away, sunshine,” He answered quicker than you assumed he would, the pet name that rolled off his tongue making your cheek and ears warm.

“If I ask, will you answer honestly?” You wheeled around, giving him a pointed look as you walked backward. “I won’t ask if you don’t answer honestly.”

“Scouts honor,” He saluted, his boyish smile bright enough to settle the rattling in your chest. “I promise.”

“Why have you been so different around me lately?” You turned back to face ahead, voice loud enough for him to still be able to hear you from his spot a few paces behind. “Not in like, a bad way. Just different.”

“What do you mean?” He asked as the two of you reached the Twinkie, the brown vehicle standing before you in all of its run-down glory.

You easily pull open the back door once JJ unlocks it, sliding the back open and revealing the cozy and disorganized interior. The sweatshirt you knew would be inside sat in all of its glory on the back bench, waiting for you. “This. Why do you always leave this here?”

“Why do you think I leave it on the bench?” He followed you as you climbed inside, your knees digging into metal grooves where the floor panels met. He leaned against the doorway as you grabbed the sweatshirt in question, gray fabric with a few tiny holes in the collar clutched in your hands.

“JJ,” You sighed pointedly, sitting back on your feet and glaring at him. “You know exactly what I’m getting at. Stop beating around the bush.”

“Then why are you asking?”

The question made you grow still, fabric pulled half over your head and your heart stuttering in your chest. You stayed like that for a moment before fully pulling on the sweatshirt, hair now a little wild and out of place. “Why do you leave it for me? You never offer it to Kie o-or Sarah—”

“Because I don’t want them wearing it. I’d much rather see you wear it,” He poked at the top of your thigh from where you kneeled beside him, looking up at him. “It looks best on you.”

“And that! You do that all the time now and you were staring and you always want to just talk to me and not everyone else,” You blurted, frustrated with how the subject was continually danced around. “I mean, It’s not like I don’t like you doing all of that stuff, but I don’t get why. I can’t read you.”

“Sweetheart,” He started, breath catching in his throat. You could tell he was nervous, his fingers pulling at his rings and spinning them quietly. “I didn’t know you noticed all of that.”

“Of course I did. I pay too much attention to you for me to not notice things,” It was your turn to grow bashful, eyes looking down at your own hands. “Like a little too much. I’ve tried to ignore the fact that I think about you as much as I do, you know.”

“You think about me?” You could see him lift his head in your peripheral, your own eyes lifting to catch the boyish smile on his lips. Your heart soared at the sight. “I’m flattered, sweetheart. Honored, actually.”

You shove at his arm, with no animosity behind your actions. In fact, you laugh softly as you do so, cheeks warm as you begin to grin shyly. “Shut up, asshole.”

“The sentiment is mutual, don’t worry,” He says instead of continuing the teasing, his pointer finger poking your leg again. “I wouldn’t stare at you, or talk to you, or want to be around you as much as I want to be if I didn’t.”

“Really?” Your eyes widen ever so slightly, your chest blooming with hope. “You think about me?”

“Too much for my own good,” He nods, reaching for one of your hands. Linking your pinkies, he lets them hang between the two of you. “For months now.”

“Wow. I must be blind, then,” You huff out a breath of air. “Sarah’s been listening to my bullshit for that long when you’ve been feeling the same way the whole time.”

“I wasn’t really forward about anything until recently, actually,” His pinkie squeezed yours, inviting you to echo the squeeze. You oblige immediately. “I was a little scared. Very unlike me. Risked ruining my entire reputation.”

You laughed louder at that, your free hand coming up to cover your mouth. “Your reputation?”

“Yeah. Couldn’t be caught crushing like an idiot over the prettiest girl on the whole damn island, could I?” He flirted easily, his fingers moving to fully intertwine with yours as you finally moved closer, your legs unfurling from beneath you to hang over the edge of the Twinkie’s floor. It was quiet for a moment, both of you just silently looking at your joined hands. “I really like you. I wish I’d told you earlier, man. Could’ve had all of this a lot sooner.”

“Me too,” You echoed, turning to look at him again, your faces much closer now. “But we’ve got this now, right?”

He hummed a quiet agreement, eyes drifting down to your lips for a split second, making your heart begin to race. “Can I ask you a crazy question?”

“Always.”

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, voice softer than you’d ever heard him speak. It warmed your entire body immediately, butterflies and electric nerves lighting your body with anticipation. You nodded, a tiny confirmation.

He leaned in first, and you met him halfway, lips meeting in a kiss that tasted like sunsets, drives with the windows down, the salty air around you, and summer. It was perfect, enough to make your heart beat in your ears, the prospect of what you two could make of your newfound feelings.

You couldn’t tell who pulled back first, but there wasn’t much distance put between you when your lips parted, your foreheads pressed together.

“That was perfect,” You murmured, a little stunned and butterflies at an all-time high.

“You’re perfect,” He replied simply, hand reaching up to your face and pulling you back in for another kiss, sealing your fate.

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[youkissedareaderinthedark]

Girl on Fire

Synopsis: When Y/n listened to “This Girl is on Fire” on her way to the track, she didn’t think she’d actually become the girl in the song

young female driver reader x 2023 f1 grid plus daniel

You like hot weather. It gives you an excuse to go to the pool, eat ice cream, and spent some time outside. You like hot weather, until you’re going to drive in it for 57 laps. The weather forecast stated it was going to be 95F (35C) degrees for Sunday’s race in Qatar, and the track temperatures were going to be around 113F (45C) degrees.

Hot races always made you nervous. Your overheating body and the claustrophobic feeling from the cockpit was the worst combination, and you were dreading it already.

High temperatures on track also decreased the amount of grip you had going into corners, so braking and turning was also going to be difficult today.

It was a risky race, but that’s part of why you loved Formula 1.

You left your hotel and drove to the Lusail Circuit, quickly turning on the radio. Music always calmed you down and helped you focus on the race. “Girl on Fire” by Alicia Keys happened to come on just as you pulled into the parking lot.

You walked into the paddock, half-smiling and saying hello to everyone you knew as you walked into your garage. You changed into your race suit, attended the race briefing, and warmed up with your trainer before you walk into the garage. You confirm with one of your engineers that the temperature will stay consistent throughout the race, and try to utilize the fans as much as possible before you climb into your car.

You drive out for your formation lap with last calls of good luck from your team and merge with the other 19 cars in the track. You meet your grid position of P5 and try to relax yourself one last time before the five red lights come on and off.

“And it’s lights out and away we go in Qatar!” The voice of Martin Brundle becomes audible as the 20 cars accelerate towards Turn 1. Carlos Sainz was behind you in P6, and you put your focus in defending for the first laps of the race.

In Lap 15, everything was going somewhat smoothly, until at Turn 3, when Carlos attempts another overtake on you. In his advancement, his front left tire becomes caught in your back right tire. The contact sends your car spinning across the track and towards the barriers. The force of his car and the speed you were driving at was fast enough to push your car onto side as it slid into the barriers.

“Oh! Big collision between Sainz and L/n! L/n’s car gets turned onto its side and heads into the barrier!” Martin Brundle commentates as he watches the race.

The friction of the car skimming the already-hot track was enough to start a spark of fire, and the right side of your car’s body alights. By the time you hit the barrier, the flames have progressed and the right side of your car was almost completely engulfed in flames

“L/n’s car has gone up in flames! Y/n L/n’s car has caught fire as it slides into the barriers! It’s a red flag and safety marshals are hurrying to turn 3!” Brundle looks down at the scene worriedly.

The other 19 cars were guided into the pits by the safety car, yet, everything was happening too quickly to know if they can exit their cars or not. The drivers had seen you spin across the track, but they hadn’t seen you catch fire, so questions of all kinds were being asked from the curious drivers.

“That was Y/n?”

“What happened?”

“Where is she?”

“Do we know if she’s okay?”

Meanwhile, you were completely disoriented, the speed you were going at and the heat making it hard to comprehend what was going on.

Okay, I got pushed off the track and now I’m in the barriers. Your head was spinning and it started to get harder to breathe in your cockpit. And it’s a million times hotter here than on track. Your car hitting the barrier had set your upright again, but the flames kept climbing around your car and towards the cockpit.

Once your vision was clear, you begin to notice the smoke surrounding you, and finally look up to discover an inferno of red and orange climbing towards you. My car is on fire! It took you a second for your brain to work, but once it did, you try to remember all the safety procedures. Your shaky hands unclipped your harness and tried to pull yourself up using the halo, but flinched away once your gloved hands made contact with it.

The flames surrounding you made everything burning hot, and you tried to think of another way to escape, but time was running out and the smoke around you was becoming thicker. Bracing yourself, you wrapped your arms around the halo, pulled your body up, and stood up in your seat.

Black spots danced in your vision as you jumped out of the burning car and onto safe ground. You clutched your hands close to you as you fell, watching your car be scorched only a few feet in front of you.

You were frozen to your spot on the ground, struck with fear and pain. You didn’t even notice the team of safety marshals piling out of an ambulance near by and towards you. You winced when two of them pulled you up by your arms but didn’t resist. They helped you walk towards the transport while men with fire extinguishers tried to tame the blaze set upon your car.

I almost just died. You finally snapped back from your shaken state. Holy shit. I almost just died.

Yes, you knew that this was what you signed up for and you knew the risk of getting into that machine every Sunday but this was like a wake up call. 2023 was only your second season in Formula One, and sure you had gone off track and bumped into the barriers before but you’ve never spun across track and been on fire before.

It was this realization that made tears fall from your eyes. You recognized you were sitting in the ambulance now, the doors closing and medics encircling you. You tried to pull off your helmet but recoiled once you felt the sting of the burns on your hands. One of the paramedics gently pulled it off and your balaclava for you, revealing your teary eyes and flushed face.

The medics worked around you, fetching water, gathering bandages, and looking for something that could soothe your burns. One of the medics tried to softly pull off your gloves, hesitating when you cried out in pain.

“We’re going to try to cut the gloves off your hands, okay? Can you find her some pain medicine?” One said to you and the other medic. You just nodded your head, trying to hold in a sob. You closed your eyes once they brought the scissors, not wanting to see beneath the cloth. You cried out in pain as they continued, letting tears fall down your face.

They quickly smeared a salve over your burned hands and covered it with a bandage. They took off your cooling vest and left you in your sports bra to further check for burns along your body. “Is anything else hurting you?” They asked as treated the burns they found on your forearms with the same supplies.

You shook your head and the team of medics gave you a container filled with pain tablets and instructions for them, along with a cup of water. You went over to the sink and mirror to wash the tears from your face as you refreshed your dry throat with the cold water. You looked terrible, with your messy hair, flaming cheeks, and teary eyes. You felt it too, your burns hurt, your body was sore, you still felt too hot, and you needed a hug. You wanted to go home, to your friends and family, not to the hospital or to your hotel.

On the track, the 19 drivers were now fully informed of the crash and were enveloped with worry about you. Everyone knew you had gotten out of your car within 15 seconds but they didn’t know if you were actually okay or not.

The pilots were allowed out of their cars until the race restarted, and filled the time by watching the replay of your crash. Your garage was filled with a nervous atmosphere. They had spoken with one of the medics, they knew you had gotten out and were in the ambulance, but didn’t know the full details of the crash.

Luckily, Daniel Ricciardo wasn’t driving, and nobody could stop him from seeing his friend. Daniel was like your uncle or older brother, the two of you got along really well and he cared about you. The Australian left the Red Bull garage and went to the medical center, where the ambulance had taken you after the crash.

Daniel nearly runs there and thankfully it only takes his ID card for the security guard to let him in. The medical centers are small so it doesn’t take long to find you and Daniel frowns when he does. You’re sat on the medical table, shoulders hunched over and head down, not even aware he’s entered the room.

“Hey, kid” He half smiles. You look up at the sound of his voice. “Hi Daniel” Your voice is creaky and he can tell you’ve been crying. The man doesn’t waste anymore time and rushes over to hug you. You instantly wrap your bandage-covered arms around him and press your face into his shoulder. “It’s okay, you’re okay ” He whispers to you over and over, figuring the least he could do is comfort you a bit.

Daniel lets you pull away first but one of the medics interrupt before he can say anything else. “I’m sorry but it’s best if we can transport you to the hospital as quick as possible.” The woman says to you. “You are allowed to bring someone in the ambulance with you, though” She looks towards Daniel.

“Would you mind-“ Daniel cuts you off, knowing that no one else is here with you. “Of course I’ll come with you, let me just tell the team and I’ll be back quickly, alright?” The Australian plants a quick kiss to your head and runs off again.

Daniel comes back just as you are being taken to the ambulance again. The information he gave to the Red Bull garage spreads quickly, and everyone is glad to hear you are okay and on the way to the hospital for a check up. The race does restart but your crash is on the back of their minds through it all.

You’re glad your hospital trip is quick, only consisting of questions and a brief physical examination. They diagnose you with second degree burns and advise you to wait until they heal before racing again. You meet back up with Daniel in the hallway, happy that’s he brought some food for you to eat before he drives you to your hotel. As much as you want to go back to the track and make sure everyone knows you’re okay, you want to relax.

Daniel only asks about your injuries while he’s driving before leaving his car to walk you to your team’s hotel and to your room. The man wishes you goodbye and a fast recovery and gives you one last hug. “Let me know if you need anything, feel better, alright?” And leaves to head back to the track.

You don’t see anybody from work until the following Friday at the United States Grand Prix. You answered a lot of messages but mostly hung out at home with your friends and family.

Your hands and arms haven’t fully healed and your car isn’t completely repaired yet, so you’ll be waiting until next Sunday to race again.

Still, you are a welcomed sight in paddock Friday morning, bringing smiles and welcoming hugs. Carlos finds you first, wrapping his arms around your waist, careful not to hit your arms.

“Y/n, I am so sorry. I did not mean for that to happen at all. Are you okay? I am so sorry” He’s already told you all of this over text but you reassure him again.

“It’s okay Carlos, I’m fine, it wasn’t your fault. Plus, I’ve been feeling better, you have nothing to worry about” You pat the Spaniard’s back.

“But you are not racing this weekend-“ You cut him off.

“But I will race next weekend. Trust me, it’s okay”

He has to let you go to get ready for Free Practice 1, but still insists on making it up to you, and leaves after placing a kiss on your head. Charles finds you next, never too far from his teammate and brings you in for a hug. “I was worried about you, you are feeling better, yes?” He pulls away and puts his hands on your shoulder. “Better. Not the best, but I’ve been feeling better” You shrug. “Good, I will see you later, I can’t wait to see you on the track again!” The Monegasque shouts over his shoulder as he leaves.

You find George and Lewis walking together next. “Y/n! How are you feeling?” Lewis greets you first, hugging you. “Feeling better, I hope?” George says. “More or less, yeah.” You pulled away. “ We’re glad you’re back in the paddock. I’ll be here for you if you need anything, okay?” Lewis assures you and steps aside. “Me too, you get better quickly, alright?” George drawing you in for another hug before leaving.

Lando and Alex are the best pair you come across. “Hey love, how are you?” Lando embraces you first, wrapping his arms around your back. “Glad you’re okay, Y/n” Alex says as he hugs you next. It was safe to say you were good on hugs now, grateful for the much-needed support from your friends. “I’m better. I promise we’ll talk more later, yeah?” You didn’t want to spring all your emotions on them right now and they have practice soon. “Yes, definitely. Let us know if you need anything, Y/n, feel better” Lando waves goodbye as you walk away.

You pull out your phone as you walk back to your garage, and see the comments on your newest Instagram post. They were giving you a new nickname, “The Girl On Fire”. Only now did you remember that you were listening the song, “Girl on Fire” hours before your car actually caught on fire.

this isn’t good but I didn’t want it in my drafts anymore

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[nateezfics]

Okay okay so...how about prompts 2 and 57 with Hongjoong??😵‍💫

2 — “i’m not sharing you with anybody. you’re mine, and mine only, and i’m going to make you remember that.”

57 — “look at your reflection. look at how gorgeous you are. so fucking gorgeous when i’m fucking you like this. so pretty for me, and only for me.”

smut/nsfw; public sex; mdni

hongjoong trusted you, fully and completely. he knew you loved him and only harbored affection for him and him alone. he knew this. he did. so why did it bother him so much to see san flirting with you?

he always hated these charity banquets. not because he didn’t want to be charitable, quite the opposite. he loved using his company’s resources to help good causes, loved teaming up with other lenders in the city and connecting with the community. he hated them because of the crowds, the small talk, and because of the way everyone always adored you so much, leading him with little to no time with you. and san, his trusty cfo and right hand man, was amongst your admirers.

hongjoong knew san wouldn’t cross the line, but he certainly wasn’t afraid to push the boundaries and test hongjoong’s patience. hongjoong watched the two of you from his periphery while maintaining chit chat with one of his company’s major investors, and long standing sponsor of the charity banquet. possessiveness, while as irrational as it was, crawled underneath hongjoong’s skin, urging him to interrupt the man before him and push himself between you and san. the need to claim you was overwhelming as he caught the way you laughed at something san said, and the way the cfo moved just a bit too close to you.

hongjoong took the first exit out of this bland conversation he could, excusing himself and beelining it to where you stood. his hand reached out to press into the small of your back once he was close enough, and there was a feeling of satisfaction when he noticed the way your skin erupted with goosebumps. “i hate to interrupt,” he spoke, eyes shooting to san. “but i need to borrow my fiancé for a moment.”

there was a slight edge to the way he pronounced fiancé, and hongjoong was sure san picked up on it, judging by the man’s small smirk. san nodded once. “by all means,” san turned to look at you, offering you a wink, something he knew would get under his ceo’s skin. “it was great talking with you, y/n.”

you were whisked away before you could say farewell. so much happened in a blur, and soon you found yourself bent over in the bathroom. “hongjoong…” you moaned as quietly as you could muster while his hips pistoned into your rear. your body was arched from the way his cock hit your sweet spot, your hands around his wrists to keep yourself from tumbling forward.

hongjoong grunted. hearing you moan his name only fed his possessiveness; it was his name you were moaning, and not anyone else’s. only he was making you feel this good. “i’m not sharing you with anybody. you’re mine, and mine only, and i’m going to make you remember that.”

you would’ve never forgotten that. you only wanted him and him alone, and you both knew that you only desired each other. but you loved to be reminded anyway. always loved the way he claimed you.

you met his eyes in the bathroom mirror. the sight of the two of you was almost enough to make you fall apart. hongjoong smirked. “look at your reflection. look at how gorgeous you are. so fucking gorgeous when i’m fucking you like this. so pretty for me, and only for me.”

idk how this morphed into a ceo au but i’m not complaining;; and i didn’t mean for this to be this long. oops. possessive hong is just so hot :’))

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