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Tarot Reading: Yoongi's Album Forecast + Reputation
⎡★ NOTE ⎦➝ back after a long time with an interesting question that i received via ask. this is part present-day setting, part predictive as far as the cards allow for it. 🔮
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☼ the request:
"Hi! I don't know if you're doing requests rn but could we get a tarot reading on how the public/gp in his country see yoongi? And I'm stealing this idea off another blog-they do something like an image vs self (how they want to be seen vs how they are seen) Or just any hints on his solo album? Thank you so much! Enjoy your day/evening!" (by @overgrawnfawn)
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INFO - the deck used is the golden art noveau tarot by giulia f. massaglia.
I. HOW DOES THE PUBLIC PERCEIVE YOONGI?
THE HIGH PRIESTESS — Currently, he maintains an elusive position that isn’t seen through by the general public. Although wise and ready to give deep emotional counsel, much like the Moon card, the introverted High Priestess is an archetype who does not give away her secrets very easily. The same applies to how Yoongi is perceived these days. "Ace up one's sleeve" is a phrase that comes to mind. Yoongi being shrouded in artistic mystery is nothing new, nor is the fact that he has significant access to his own songwriting archives. The card showcases an aloof figure that holds divine scripture, which may indicate Yoongi's stakes and existing material of music production. The public perceives him as someone who collects his own lyrics until there is enough for a whole book that he can later abstract from.
As an overall tenor, his reputation is good, part-neutral, and comes from a stance of calm respect that keeps its due distance since he is an acclaimed idol and soloist. People aren’t losing their marbles like they would with The Tower or The Chariot, they know Yoongi is deliberate and delivers on the long run. The priestess has a position of authority in the tarot after all, she has the keys to the lock without needing to say a word. Yoongi seen as an ultimate dark horse by fans and non-kpop audiences is a no-brainer, as is the traditional interpretation of the card representing a knowing silence and not-yet disclosure of one's stance. As bias, as stan goes the saying, people are patiently waiting for Yoongi to drop his verses. The overall feeling is: Generating interest by being reserved.
II. DISCREPANCY OF HOW HE WANTS TO BE SEEN VS HOW HE IS SEEN?
KNIGHT OF PENTACLES — Yoongi perceives himself as being in the middle of the battlefield of money, work and perseverance, doing business left and right to keep going somewhere. That card is pretty much in line with what we heard about him expanding his ventures and sphere of influence in Daegu. The knight is someone who has an image of being “on the go”. From Yoongi’s perspective, he works just as much as he did during debut times. It’s all a constant line of effort that’s goal-directed, he constantly caters to urgencies that have to be tackled. He’s in a good state of mind, it’s stable, he’s recovered psychologically from feeling apathetic. Yoongi is productive in his hobbies and studio work in a way that makes him feel okay, I’m going somewhere. The way he wants to come across is ever-racing forward, and pentacles are always about personal belongings, so this is a step-by-step approach in the material world he’s undertaking. He’s busier than ever, going from one place to another by car all the time to meet and work with others.
KING OF PENTACLES — In fact, Yoongi has a much more established position than he believes. It’s clear to everyone but him that he has matured in the industry, that he amassed resources, fame, entrepreneurship, and competence as a performer. He’s much further down the path than the knight: A king can sit and settle to enjoy his wealth, right. Yoongi doesn’t feel like that even if people see him as a senior to look up to. He’s too addicted to the hustle and the game that the knight exemplifies rather than standing still and handling big money from his throne position in peace. The managerial King of Pentacles is a master realist and broker, there’s already been success for him and he’s aged. It’s in stark contrast to the young Knight of Pentacles who is still in the midst of it all working hard for years and years. Yoongi would refuse to call himself rich and famous at the end of his financial journey, but still immersed in daily routine for his own king (= the company) as a knight running errands would do. In essence, he does not perceive his own status or doesn’t want it to be his defining element. This also isn’t a new insight given his nature, Yoongi is more comfortable chasing opportunities rather than resting.
III. SOLO ALBUM FORECAST
the deck gave me three different topics:
TEN OF CUPS — A card utterly opposite compared to Yoongi’s past concepts. Cups always show one’s inner lover and soft side. The previous cards eschewed relationships entirely. There was work and finance and societal standing, and being discreet but wise like a mysterious priestess. The Ten of Cups shows an alternative side of Yoongi’s approach to Agust D, the famously rugged and tormented figure always surrounded by fire and chaos. This album will talk about the idea of a blissful family, be that personal or in relation to Bangtan as OT7. Yoongi will ask himself where he will fit in and find his happiness, or show a version of him as a father figure or a kid looking up to his parents. This is one of the happiest and sweetest cards of the tarot, so the pleasant and interpersonal side of life is coming in here. This is a retrospective album that discloses the upbeat rural part of his childhood or makes a stand on BTS as a found family.
The topic of marriage and the conservative/traditional nuclear family could be discussed. „Happy ending“ is a theme, although paired with the other two cards, Yoongi also positions himself outside the process or feels wary about it. Or, he first had that joy and fell into loneliness. It’s not a perfect picture he will paint, but there will be more wholesomeness and the light side. Still, it’s not as dark, violent and martial as Daechwita which was a King of Swords era. The new era could have a romantic fluff element more than ever. A harmonious relation to BTS will be emphasized and he feels stable in their position, or the peak days of OT7 promotions will be a central thought here. It could also refer to Yoongi’s rap colleagues and that he is proud of having strong alliances in the music industry. This album might be the HYBE family coming together so to speak, we can anticipate several collabs. Since there’s dancing on the card, we could get a choreography, too.
THE HERMIT — An unsurprising major arcana representative. The isolated Hermit is Yoongi’s personal essence: Alone, but definitely enjoying his solitude for the knowledge and dissolving of ego it brings. And, of course, the mental maturity he’s always exhibited, earning him a reputation of being the uncle or grandpa in the group, which the bearded Hermit pretty much reflects in a positive and elevated light. Yoongi will talk about being by himself and what he learned from self-reflection, there will be imagery of wandering around, a lamp lighting the dark, maybe a cloak (hanbok?) and staff or hood that he conceals himself with literally or metaphorically. It’s a huge difference to mainstream pop music and rap that talks about love, assets, and power. This card strikes a different chord since it’s pretty much the Gandalf of the tarot deck.
It’s all about lonesome spirituality and musings about humanity this time. There could also be an element of travel, walking in mountains and the snow. Grey is a predominant color in this concept. Because: Grey is neutral and free of any rousing to the eye. The Hermit is free from highs and lows and ordinary life, he’s in his mind to find out who he is. Yes, Yoongi is not done introspecting and looking for identity. Since the other card in the spread are from the minor arcana, this is the main talking point. He continues to be a philosopher on his own life rather than branching out to huge trends in society. This album doesn’t have a heavy political slant but remains spiritual in nature. His character of being a loner and Agust D portraying an outcast will solidify. The aesthetics will be tamer and more cloudy. Winter is a big theme for the Hermit, it’s either the season when his album drops or the general visual of it. The number 9 or 10 reoccurs in the spread, it will have significance (e.g. 9 tracks, a 9-minute MV, 9 weeks in the top 10 charts, etc).
NINE OF WANDS — A more familiar pose when we look back on his previous concepts. The Nine of Wands shows a farmer (the likelier option, see Agust D) or craftsman with a bandaged head hiding on his field between a forest of woods as if there was sprouting bamboo. Where there’s red and blue and grey clothing on the other cards, we get a strong red-orange with green here, attracting attention despite the person hiding. The farmer is on the fence and paranoid of an encroaching action. The meaning of the card goes toward „waiting in angst“ or self-defense from injury. A topic of severity and danger is nothing new in the universe of Agust D, so the album will talk about recurring topics of stress, coping, fear, protecting oneself especially.
I have a feeling this has to do with Yoongi’s growing fame with people getting in his zone congruently, but we also have to see the three cards in relation to each other. It could be paranoia of loneliness, or being terrified of the happy ending in a family. Since the Nine of Wands is last in the spread, this is Yoongi’s final stance on the topics he discusses: He’s actually terrified and needs to continue to endure. Even if he dreams of concluding or is comfortable being by himself like the Hermit, there’s immense fatigue. The card imagery also reminds me of Yoongi dressed in Daechwita, rags, and the black hair of the anti-emperor self. The spirit of anti-authority is still here, but this time, not attacking but waiting in one’s lair not wanting to be bothered.
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hii how are u??? do u have any ideas for a modern au where clarke and bellamy are exes and they slowly grow back together? i feel like it would be so much fun to navigate and very interesting to read :)
Hey, I can only really write haedcanons now because I have two big WIPs I'm currently working on but here's what comes to mind:
EDIT: It got a little cheesy but *shrugs* I’m sorry! (not sorry).
I’ll also use this as a post for #thebestofthe100 celebration cause I wanted to post a headcanon for it but never found the time to:
she thinks later on when they separate that maybe they were doomed from the start; they never really liked each other at first-he was suspicious of her rich status and her being Octavia's best friend while he was the older quiet brother who raised his sister and kept to himself and his two friends who were Murphy and Miller;
still, with time they got closer; whenever she hung out with Octavia at their place, they'd talk and soon enough their bittering turned into talking about favorite books they had in common or music they enjoyed;
he helped her out with her history homework, she gave him a hand with the Biology stuff even if he was older than them and soon to graduate;
when Octavia met Lincoln and Clarke got together with Finn, she lost track of him for a moment and but every day a thought passed through her head and that was: she missed her late night conversations with Bellamy on the old back porch of their old creaky house;
she was brought back to Earth when Aurora died all of a sudden, having a heart attack at work; the strain from trying to support her kids her entire life and taking endless shift after shift finally caught up with her;
her death broke Bellamy in two; he blamed himself for not pushing her to go to the doctor, for seeing she was bad and weak but not doing anything, for not insisting on taking her to a specialist when their GP told her a few months back he didn't like her blood pressure;
he got even quieter, started drinking more, going out with Murphy and Miller on Friday and sometimes not coing back till Sunday evening; Octavia was too broken herself to try and bring him back but Clarke wasn’t going to give up that easily;
when they brought him home beaten and bruised late one evening, she send Murphy away and picked up the pieces of his broken heart; she forced him in the shower, turned on the cold water and gave him a speech about getting it together and figuring this out because it's not what his mom would've wanted.
“I don't know what she would've wanted" he disagreed "She's not here to tell me."
"Yeah, well I am and I won't take this, so get up and sober up. You have school, work, your sister and your friends. You have me. And you need to start living for us." he had looked up at her, eyes filled with pain and tears, then he broke down and let her hold him in her arms while he poured his heart out;
it worked because he started getting better; he showed up for class, his grades picked up, he went back to work; they needed money now that they no longer had Aurora to help out, so he got a second job in construction on the weekends;
their late night conversations made a reappearance; with Octavia staying at Lincoln more, Clarke felt like she didn't want to leave him alone in the house; that led to a kiss one night when they were watching a movie and soon after to something more;
she had always known she's loved him, perhaps from the first moment she met him and he snorted some sarcastic remark in her direction with his eyes telling a different story than his attitude was, though; he had felt it too and now they were finally letting themselves live it;
Octavia didn't mind, in fact, she was happy, so were the rest of their friends; it was the happiest of times but she couldn't help but feel like there was a darkness pulling him down and away from her, like he was keeping some sort of secret;
on his Graduation day she finally found out what it was; it was Miller's fault really, he let it slip, asked him about when does he leave for bootcamp; Clarke's face paled,her mouth dropped and she let go of him;
"Please tell me you didn't" she begged in a whisper and he looked down at his feet "You did NOT!"
"I did." he said back and when he looked up at her again, she couldn't help herself-she was so angry, she slapped his cheek and run off;
the Army was something he talked about before when Aurora was still alive; he planned on signing up for a tour, getting enough money for college and coming back home; he hadn't talked about it after her death and whenever Clarke picked up the subject of his future, he simply shrugged and said he'll get a full time job at first and then figure it out;
he did talk about them though-being with her, living together if Octavia's plans to move out with Lincoln came through; she had just a year before she graduated and then she wanted to start nursing school in a nearby town despite her mom's disagreement on the subject;
he found her under a tree by the river close to their house, one of their spots and the first place they came in together in all the senses there were; she was crying and staring at the river;
he sat down and picked up her hand in his;
"Why?" she asked "I don't understand."
"I can't explain it either. I just know I have to do it." he said back "It's what my heart says. I think it always did, I just didn't listen. I don't want to go to college...and I don't want to work contruction all my life, breaking my back like my mom until I died."
"No, you'd rather die before you're even twenty." she snapped back.
"I won't die."
"You don't know that."
"You're right but nobody really does. Just look at my mom."
"You can't use her as an excuse for this. You can't tell me this is why you've enlisted. Aurora would never agree with you doing this long-term." he smilled and brought her knuckles to his lips, kissing them softly.
"I know you won't understand and that's okay. I just hope you'd give me a chance to explain, to show you what that when I said I want to be with you, I meant it." that made her furrow her eyebrows.
"How?" she said confused, brushing her tears away. He smilled again and picked up something from his jeans pocket before he took out a small finger that Clarke knew used to belong to Aurora.
"Marry me?" he asked simply and somehow the question made all the sense in her head despite everything else; they were young, she hadn't even graduated, he was going to war, she had no idea what their future would be like but she said "Yes";
they were married in the small church Bellamy and Octavia went to ever since they were children, two weeks before he was supposed to leave for boot camp; her mom didn't come, Octavia was the maid of honor, Murphy the best man; there were maybe fifteen people in total but Clarke had never been happier;
those two weeks they spent together sharing their home and going to the beach in the nearby town had her feel like she was flying;
but then reality settled in and he had to leave; she could say she understood his choices better now but there was still a part of her that kept asking why;
things were good during his first tour-they would talk at least twice a month and exchanged letters all the time; Clarke saw the way his eyes beamed when he talked about work, realized how much he actually loved being a soldier and her heart came in terms with the fact that this was what he was meant to do;
he came home just in time for her graduation; had a month off;
he reenlisted without consulting her and they had a small argument about it but he said that he hoped she understands;
then she started nursing school and that made things difficult; he was sent out on missions more; he got hurt once-a through and through in the shoulder that she found out about two weeks after it had actually happened because he didn’t want her to worry; their conversations lessened;
when he came home the second time, he was quieter, couldn’t sleep well, had picked up smoking-a habit Aurora had uprooted from him when he tried it at sixteen;
she knew he had been through some stuff-he lost two members of his team-a guy called Sterling and a woman named Monroe but even when she asked, he wouldn’t talk about it;
when he left this time, they didn’t talk about when he’d come back; she found out he was reenlisting yet again in the middle of his third tour; she was second year in nursing school and felt like things were changing; her life was different from his and his from hers; she wasn’t sure they had any common ground anymore; they had an argument about him going for another year and he said “I thought you understood that this is what I intend to do Clarke.”
“For the rest of your life?”
“For as long as I can.”
“You never told me this will be a career, Bellamy.”
“I thought you knew.” he said simply quietly, his voice did not belong to him, she thought;
“I did not.”
they had stopped with the letters at the beginning of his third tour, the calls got less and less frequent; she came to a point where she wasn’t sure she felt like she was married to someone at all;
it was Octavia who talked with her when she felt like she had to put an end to this; she understood and told her it was the right thing to do; Bellamy was not himself now and if it was meant to be it would but it wasn’t healthy for either one of them; “I feel like he’s on a suicide mission and has been ever since mom died. You have to think of yourself, Clarke.”;
so Clarke sent in one last letter, putting her ring in the envelope;
he didn’t call, didn’t try to talk her out of it; she had no idea what his reaction was and Octavia who still spoke to him, made sure not to share anything but Clarke could tell she was worried;
they finalized the papers in less than a month; his lawyer took care of everything here; Clarke was offered a chance for a one-year nursing course in LA and she decided to take it;
in the next couple of years she heard from Bellamy just a few times in the forms of cards he sent for her birthday or Christmas; they ended with “Always yours, Bellamy.” and she kept them tucked at the bottom of her messenger bag that she took everywhere;
it was almost six years after they split up that she finally saw him again; she had been through more love and breakup in that time but ultimately felt like her heart wasn’t where it was supposed to be, like it belonged some place else;
Octavia called her in three in the morning, crying, asking Clarke if she could come pick her up because Lincoln was out of town;
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s Bellamy. He got really hurt. They’re bringing him back home.”
he doesn’t look like himself lying on that hospital bed all lifeless and beaten, his body wrapped up in more bandages she can count; he’s hurt his leg and would walk with a cane for the rest of his life, his heart had the same murmur his mom did that killed her but they only found out about it now, he’s deaf and blind on the left side, has multiple burns all over his body;
when he opens his eyes five days later the first thing he sees is her and he cries; she throws herself in his arms and holds him tight;
“You idiot. I would’ve killed you if you died.” he chuckles at that;
“Impossible, princess...even if you did, I’d still be yours.” he took her hand and moved it to his heart when he looked into her eyes “I’ve always been”
#bellarke fanfiction#thebestofthe100#bellarkeedit#bellamyblakeedit#clarkegriffinedit#bellaarke#bellarke fanfic#exes#enemies to friends to lovers#kinda i guess?#my writing#hope you like it nonnie#maybe it's not what you pictured but...i hope it's okay
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Animal Facts: According to National Wildlife Federation (NWF, https://www.nwf.org/Educational-Resources/Wildlife-Guide/Fish/Bull-Shark)
Also pictured with my sketchbook, is the picture of the 300lb bull shark I was fortunate enough to hook into and lay my hands on this past summer during a fishing trip in the Atlantic Ocean. Pictured underneath the bull shark is an accurate representation of what I saw while we were fighting the male shark, a cobia swimming directly underneath him which we then paused the shark fight and targeted and were lucky enough to catch right off the sharks back. Cobia is often argued to be one of the best eating fish in the world.
1. Adult Bull sharks range from the smaller end 200lbs up to the larger end of 500lbs. Their size can range geographically but also dependent upon its migration and diet patterns.
2. The average adult male Bill Shark is roughly 7 feet long where females grow closer to 11 feet which is a common misconception.
3. Unlike most sharks, Bull Sharks have adapted and are actually able to survive in freshwater for somewhat long periods of time.
4. Bull sharks are argued to be one of the most aggressive and protective sharks known to man making them one of the dangerous and deadliest to humans.
5. Bull shark will feast on just about anything, their diet mostly consists of other fish but commonly will prey on other shark species and have even been recorded to eat other bull sharks which speaks for itself regarding their aggressive behavior.
Consumerist and Technological Facts:
1. According to Zippia, the coffee industry is worth an astonishing $490.5 billion dollars where the USA holds nearly $100 billion of that.
2. Golf.com stated that in 2021, the rules of the PGA were changed and for the first time ever golfers were allowed to use laser rangefinders which have been a huge technological advancement for the game.
3. Backlinko states that Peloton has created a platform with roughly 5.9 million active users who are looking to achieve healthier, active lifestyles which shows how technology can and should be used to promote a healthy country.
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5. The International Trade Administration states that the global travel industry is worth a record breaking $1.9 trillion. Supporting nearly 10 million American jobs resulting in almost 3% of our country’s GDP. Technology has played a major role in this unprecedented increase.
Secret Lives of Color page 152, “Over several hours William Henry Perkin, the scientist and businessman who had discovered mauve [page 169] and revolutionized the dye industry, told the assembled listeners, in rich, exact detail, about another breakthrough: the synthesis of alizarin. By the end, only the most determined of his listeners would have grasped the significance of his achievement. Alizarin was the red colorant in the roots of Rubia tinctorum, Rubia peregrina, and Rubia cordifolia, better known as madder. Perkin had been able to create in a lab something hitherto produced only by nature.” was an eye opening and mind boggling part of the reading. It led me to really question the “achievement” of creating or discovering some things that actually took no creation at all. It is said that he accidentally found it and really had no intention or meaning but somehow still revives the credit and praises of those who care or are interested such as the author of this book.
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Title: Thorns of Lust & Thorns of Love
Series: Thorns of Omertà Series Duet
Author: Eva Winners
Genre: Mafia Romance, Suspense, Dark
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/series/362649-thorns-of-omert
Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/books/thorns-of-lust-a-dark-mafia-romance-thorns-of-omerta-book-1-by-eva-winners
Release Dates:
Thorns of Lust: March 23, 2023
Thorns of Love: March 24, 2023
My Amazon Review: https://www.amazon.com/gp/customer-reviews/RSE8AWKJHNYPP?ref=pf_ov_at_pdctrvw_srp
My GR Review: https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/5420730326
Cover Design Credit:
Thorns of Lust
Photographer: Rafa G Catala @rafagcatala_13
Model: Alex Badia @badia.alex
Designer: Eve Graphic Design @evegraphicdesign9255
Thorns of Love
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Model: Elise Duncan @Elise_natalie.
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BLURB:
A Complete Duet - The story of Tatiana Nikolaev!
My husband.
His secrets.
Our tragedy.
I thought I knew him. I didn’t. I thought he was trustworthy. He wasn’t.
But nothing in this world is as it seems.
I caught the attention of the most notorious man in the underworld.
Konstantin wasn’t the type to be ignored. He commanded his criminal empire with an iron fist but he had secrets of his own.
But I was Tatiana Nikolaev. I’d never bend to a man’s will or be used as a pawn. Not again.
The moment I tempted the fates and played with fire, life spiraled out of control.
My only way of survival was to trust again.
But could I?
*This is a complete duet.*
Praise for the novel:
“Just like anything Eva Winners writes, this story of Tatiana and Illia’s is just perfection!” ☆☆☆☆☆ j.bee.reads
“Absolutely mesmerizing story! Eva Winners delivered an unexpected storyline full of twists, secrets and emotions that pulls you in and holds you captive.” ☆☆☆☆☆ Wendy K.
Author Bio:
Eva Winners released her first novel Second Chance At Love in 2020 and has been writing vigorously ever since. She writes about everlasting romance for every century focusing on characters emotional development and always guarantees an HEA.
She loves yoga, wine and her kiddos. In her spare time, she seeks adventures either hiking through trails or exploring the beaches.
Writing books has always been her passion and she brings real life to the forefront in everything she writes about.
Deeply passionate characters and stories will draw you in and you'll never want to leave.
Follow her on social media to stay up to date with all her new releases!
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Welcome to 2023 - Books to HYPE
Its a new year! that means new debuts, new faves, and new additions to our TBRs. Im going to Highlight books by BIPOC, Queer, and Indie Folks! there might be some trad on here as well. maybe.
‘As You Walk On By’ By Julian Winters
The Breakfast Club meets Can’t Hardly Wait with an unforgettable ensemble cast in another swoony YA contemporary from award-winning author Julian Winters!
Seventeen-year-old Theo Wright has it all figured out. His plan (well, more like his dad’s plan) is a foolproof strategy that involves exceling at his magnet school, getting scouted by college recruiters, and going to Duke on athletic scholarship. But for now, all Theo wants is a perfect prom night. After his best friend Jay dares Theo to prompose to his crush at Chloe Campbell’s party, Theo’s ready to throw caution to the wind and take his chances.
But when the promposal goes epically wrong, Theo seeks refuge in an empty bedroom while the party rages on downstairs. Having an existential crisis about who he really is with and without his so-called best friend wasn’t on tonight’s agenda. Though, as the night goes on, Theo finds he’s not as alone as he thinks when, one by one, new classmates join him to avoid who they’re supposed be outside the bedroom door. Among them, a familiar acquaintance, a quiet outsider, an old friend, and a new flame . . .
https://www.penguinrandomhouse.com/books/653539/as-you-walk-on-by-by-julian-winters/
Out NOW!!
‘Tears in the Water’ By Margherita Scialla
A character-driven, slice-of-life contemporary story of love and self-discovery.
At White Ravens University, where athletes train to become professional sportspeople, Alex is on the swimming team with her best friend, Xiuying. Having grown up mostly alone, parents absent and brother often busy with his own life, Alex tends not to meet new people unless she and Xiuying are together.
After an embarrassing encounter with a boy from the volleyball team Alex soon discovers that the world isn’t so big after all and the universe has a funny way of setting people up, especially when and with whom they’re least expecting.
Despite her reserved character, Alex becomes part of a newly formed friend group consisting of four amazing people with different identities and personalities. As she tries to overcome her anxiety and negative past events, Alex finds herself both struggling with romantic feelings for a new acquaintance and a full blown gender crisis.
https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0BS8SKXT3/ref=ewc_pr_img_1?smid=ATVPDKIKX0DER&psc=1
Out NOW!!
‘The Phoenix King’ by Aparna Verma
In a kingdom where flames hold magic and the desert hides secrets, an ancient prophecy comes for an assassin, a princess, and a king. But none are ready to face destiny—and the choices they make could burn the world.
“If we carry the burdens of our fathers, we’ll never know what it means to be free.”
For Elena Aadya Ravence, fire is yearning. She longs to feel worthy of her Phoenix god, of her ancestors who transformed the barren dunes of Sayon into a thriving kingdom. But though she knows the ways and wiles of the desert better than she knows her own skin, the secrets of the Eternal Flame elude her. And without them, she’ll never be accepted as queen.
For Leo Malhari Ravence, fire is control. He is not ready to give up his crown—there’s still too much work to be done to ensure his legacy remains untarnished, his family protected. But power comes with a price, and he’ll wage war with the heavens themselves to keep from paying it.
For Yassen Knight, fire is redemption. He dreams of shedding his past as one of Sayon’s most deadly assassins, of laying to rest the ghosts of those he has lost. If joining the court of flame and serving the royal Ravence family—the very people he once swore to eliminate—will earn him that, he’ll do it no matter what they ask of him.
But the Phoenix watches over all and the fire has a will of its own. It will come for all three, will come for Sayon itself….and they must either find a way to withstand the blaze or burn to ash.
The first in an action–packed debut epic fantasy trilogy, The Phoenix King is “a captivating adventure from a gifted new voice” (Peter V. Brett).
https://www.hachettebookgroup.com/titles/aparna-verma/the-phoenix-king/9780316522779/?lens=orbit&utm_source=social&utm_medium=facebook&utm_campaign=the-phoenix-king&utm_content=cover-launch
Out Aug 29th, 2023
‘And Break all the Pretty Things’ By Lena Jeong
Inspired by the historical Three Kingdoms of Korea, the book follows a crown princess who receives a divine gift, and she must choose between the fate of the peninsula and those she loves
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/58402268-and-break-the-pretty-kings?from_search=true&from_srp=true&qid=qmFndh78wE&rank=1
Out June 20th 2023
‘The Sun and the Void’ by Gabriela Romero Lacruz
In a lush world inspired by the history and folklore of South America, a sweeping epic fantasy of colonialism, ancient magic, and two young women's quest for belonging unfolds.
Reina is desperate.
Stuck living on the edges of society, her only salvation lies in an invitation from a grandmother she’s never known. But the journey is dangerous, and prayer can’t always avert disaster.
Attacked by creatures that stalk the region, Reina is on the verge of death until her grandmother, a dark sorceress, intervenes. Now dependent on the Doña’s magic for her life, Reina will do anything to earn—and keep—her favor. Even the bidding of an ancient god who whispers to her at night.
Eva Kesare is unwanted.
Illegitimate and of mixed heritage, Eva is her family’s shame. She tries her best to be perfect and to hide her oddities. But Eva is hiding a secret: magic calls to her.
Eva knows she should fight the temptation. Magic is the sign of the dark god, and using it is punishable by death. Yet, it’s hard to deny power when it has always been denied to you. Eva is walking a dangerous path, one that gets stranger every day. And, in the end, she’ll become something she never imagined.
Out July 25th 2023
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/60568206-the-sun-and-the-void
‘The Otherwoods’ By Justine Pucella Winans
Pitched as TOO BRIGHT TO SEE meets DOLL BONES, the middle grade novel follows River, who can see monsters and enter a spirit world called The Otherwoods--but would rather avoid both at all costs. When their crush is kidnapped and taken to The Otherwoods, River must face their fears and find the confidence to believe in themself in order to save her.
Out Sept 12th,2023
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/61072522-the-otherwoods
‘Chef’s Choice’ By TJ Alexander
A fake dating arrangement turns to real love in this deliciously delightful queer rom-com from the author of the sweetly satisfying Chef’s Kiss.
When Luna O’Shea is unceremoniously fired from her frustrating office job, she tries to count her blessings: she’s a proud trans woman who has plenty of friends, a wonderful roommate, and a good life in New York City. But blessings don’t pay the bills.
Enter Jean-Pierre, a laissez-faire trans man and the heir to a huge culinary empire—which he’ll only inherit if he can jump through all the hoops his celebrity chef grandfather has placed in his path. First hoop: he needs a girlfriend, a role that Luna is happy to play…for the right price. She’s got rent to pay, after all! Second hoop: they both need to learn how to cook a series of elaborate, world-renowned family recipes to prove that Jean-Pierre is a worthy heir. Admittedly, Luna doesn’t even know how to crack an egg, but she’s not going to let that—or any pesky feelings for Jean-Pierre—stop her.
Another swoon-worthy and heartwarming queer love story from a charming new voice in romance.
Out May 30th, 2023
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/62919850-chef-s-choice
‘Izzy at the end of the world’ By K.A. Renolds
The Last Kids on Earth meets Margaret Peterson Haddix in this middle grade adventure about fourteen-year-old Izzy, an autistic girl surviving the end of the world who must team up with her loveable dog to uncover the hidden truth behind her family and the rest of humanity's disappearance.
Ever since Izzy Wilder's mom died, she's wanted life to feel normal. She plays video games with her little sister, helps her grandparents around the house, and takes care of her best dog, Akka. But losing her mom is far from normal, and for Izzy, who is autistic, it feels like the end of the world.
When mysterious lights flash across the mountains outside Izzy's house one night, and suddenly everyone except her and Akka seem to have disappeared in an instant, Izzy is more alone than ever. But Izzy is a fighter and she won't lose anyone else in her family, even if it means battling terrifying gray, ugly monsters and decoding cryptic messages that seem a lot like her mom talking to her from beyond the grave.
In the face of disaster, Izzy and Akka embark on an epic adventure filled with nail-biting suspense, unexpected allies, and life's greatest mysteries as they uncover the true endurance of the human spirit and save the world.
Out Feb 21, 2023
https://www.goodreads.com/en/book/show/61190454
‘Fake Dates and Mooncakes’ By Sher Lee
Heartstopper meets Crazy Rich Asians in this heartfelt, joyful paperback original rom-com that follows an aspiring chef who discovers the recipe for love is more complicated than it seems when he starts fake-dating a handsome new customer.
Dylan Tang wants to win a Mid-Autumn Festival mooncake-making competition for teen chefs—in memory of his mom, and to bring much-needed publicity to his aunt’s struggling Chinese takeout in Brooklyn.
Enter Theo Somers: charming, wealthy, with a smile that makes Dylan’s stomach do backflips. AKA a distraction. Their worlds are sun-and-moon apart, but Theo keeps showing up. He even convinces Dylan to be his fake date at a family wedding in the Hamptons.
In Theo’s glittering world of pomp, privilege, and crazy rich drama, their romance is supposed to be just pretend . . . but Dylan finds himself falling for Theo. For real. Then Theo’s relatives reveal their true colors—but with the mooncake contest looming, Dylan can’t risk being sidetracked by rich-people problems.
Can Dylan save his family’s business and follow his heart—or will he fail to do both?
Out May 16th, 2023
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/62794544-fake-dates-and-mooncakes?from_search=true&from_srp=true&qid=o1SJawopTW&rank=1
‘Always the Almost’ by Edward Underhill
A trans pianist makes a New Year's resolution on a frozen Wisconsin night to win regionals and win back his ex, but a new boy complicates things in Edward Underhill's heartfelt debut YA rom-dram, Always the Almost.
Sixteen-year-old trans boy Miles Jacobson has two New Year’s resolutions: 1) win back his ex-boyfriend (and star of the football team) Shane McIntyre, and 2) finally beat his slimy arch-nemesis at the Midwest’s biggest classical piano competition. But that’s not going to be so easy. For one thing, Shane broke up with Miles two weeks after Miles came out as trans, and now Shane’s stubbornly ignoring him, even when they literally bump into each other. Plus, Miles’ new, slightly terrifying piano teacher keeps telling him that he’s playing like he “doesn’t know who he is”—whatever that means.
Then Miles meets the new boy in town, Eric Mendez, a proudly queer cartoonist from Seattle who asks his pronouns, cares about art as much as he does—and makes his stomach flutter. Not what he needs to be focusing on right now. But after Eric and Miles pretend to date so they can score an invite to a couples-only Valentine’s party, the ruse turns real with a kiss, which is also definitely not in the plan. If only Miles could figure out why Eric likes him so much. After all, it's not like he’s cool or confident or comfortable in his own skin. He’s not even good enough at piano to get his fellow competitors to respect him, especially now, as Miles. Nothing’s ever been as easy for him as for other people—other boys. He’s only ever been almost enough.
So why, when he’s with Eric, does it feel like the only person he’s ever really not been enough for...is himself?
Out Febuary 14th, 2023
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/60784592-always-the-almost
‘DONT WANT TO BE YOUR MONSTER’ by Deke Moulton
Two vampire brothers must set aside their differences to solve a series of murders in this humorous and delightfully spooky novel for young readers. For fans of Too Bright to See.
Adam and Victor are brothers who have the usual fights over the remote, which movie to watch and whether or not it’s morally acceptable to eat people. Well, not so much eat . . . just drink a little blood. They’re vampires, hiding in plain sight with their eclectic yet loving family.
Ten-year-old Adam knows he has a better purpose in life (well, death) than just drinking blood, but fourteen-year-old Victor wants to accept his own self-image of vampirism. Everything changes when bodies start to appear all over town, and it becomes clear that a vampire hunter may be on the lookout for the family. Can Adam and Victor reconcile their differences and work together to stop the killer before it’s too late?
Out August 1st, 2023
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/58646008-don-t-want-to-be-your-monster
‘World Running Down’ by Al Hess
Valentine Weis is a salvager in the future wastelands of Utah. Wrestling with body dysphoria, he dreams of earning enough money to afford citizenship in Salt Lake City – a utopia where the testosterone and surgery he needs to transition is free, the food is plentiful, and folk are much less likely to be shot full of arrows by salt pirates. But earning that kind of money is a pipe dream, until he meets the exceptionally handsome Osric.
Once a powerful AI in Salt Lake City, Osric has been forced into an android body against his will and sent into the wasteland to offer Valentine a job on behalf of his new employer – an escort service seeking to retrieve their stolen androids. The reward is a visa into the city, and a chance at the life Valentine’s always dreamed of. But as they attempt to recover the “merchandise”, they encounter a problem: the android ladies are becoming self-aware, and have no interest in returning to their old lives.
The prize is tempting, but carrying out the job would go against everything Valentine stands for, and would threaten the fragile found family that’s kept him alive so far. He’ll need to decide whether to risk his own dream in order to give the AI a chance to live theirs.
Out Febuary 14th, 2023
https://www.goodreads.com/en/book/show/61152848
‘Speculation’ By Nisi Shawl
A wonderful middle-grade fantasy debut about Black families, family history, family curses ... and a really marvelous pair of spectacles.
After Winna's little sister breaks her glasses, her grandfather gives her an old-timey pair of spectacles that belonged to her great-aunt Estelle. The specs are silver and perfectly circular, with tiny stars on the bridge and earpieces that curl all the way around her ears.
Best of all, they're magic.
Because when Winna makes a wish beginning with the words "What if"--that is, when she speculates--the spectacles grant it. Winna wishes she could see ghosts ... and soon she meets not only the real Estelle, but Estelle's mother, Winona. Nearly a century before, Winona escaped from slavery and ran north with her baby, Key. But Key was stolen from her under mysterious circumstances, and now Estelle and Winona have a mission for Winna: Find Key.
He's still alive. He doesn't know the whole truth. And unless Winna can solve the mystery and bring him home, a powerful curse called the Burden will smother out their family's lives--and Winna's mom could be its next victim.
This beautifully written historical fantasy by an award-winning science fiction author offers new twists and turns in every chapter and will leave you looking at your own family's roots with new eyes.
Out Febuary 14th,2023
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/39884438-speculation?from_search=true&from_srp=true&qid=7xTizsSzW2&rank=1
‘Gwen and Art are not in love’ by Lex Croucher
Heartstopper meets A Knight’s Tale in this queer medieval rom com YA debut about love, friendship, and being brave enough to change the course of history.
It’s been hundreds of years since King Arthur’s reign. His descendant, Arthur, a future Lord and general gadabout, has been betrothed to Gwendoline, the quick-witted, short-tempered princess of England, since birth. The only thing they can agree on is that they despise each other.
They’re forced to spend the summer together at Camelot in the run up to their nuptials, and within 24 hours, Gwen has discovered Arthur kissing a boy and Arthur has gone digging for Gwen's childhood diary and found confessions about her crush on the kingdom's only lady knight, Bridget Leclair.
Realizing they might make better allies than enemies, they make a reluctant pact to cover for each other, and as things heat up at the annual royal tournament, Gwen is swept off her feet by her knight and Arthur takes an interest in Gwen's royal brother. Lex Croucher's Gwen and Art Are Not in Love is chock full of sword-fighting, found family, and romantic shenanigans destined to make readers fall in love.
Out Nov 28th, 2023
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/61885131-gwen-and-art-are-not-in-love?from_search=true&from_srp=true&qid=mZnIvH4W8o&rank=1
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Max and GP during the second red flag at the Saudi Arabian GP, 2021
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road trip headcanons [ genshin guys ]
prompt: road trip hcs for the genshin guys
characters: albedo, childe, dainsleif, diluc, kaeya, scaramouche, xiao, zhongli w/ gn!reader
word count: 2.3k words
warnings: none? fluff, modern!au
a/n: for all the guys,,, besides the unreleased ones/ones we haven't met in quests HAHA
albedo
when asked to create a road trip playlist, albedo is the type to queue up scientific podcasts. he says they're relaxing and that being idle in the car is a great time to learn.
if he's not the one driving, he 100% has a blanket and is cozy in the passenger's seat. if there's no conversation, he might as well use the time to sleep, right?
but, if you ask albedo about his current research or begin to tell him about your day, he'll be wide awake and either listening or blabbing away. unlike how he reacts to most people, conversations with you never bore him.
if you do nag him into playing music instead, he'll play classical music. it's mentally stimulating, okay?
he'll have fun telling you species of trees that the two of you pass.
is an excellent driver. he's smart and driving is a piece of cake for him. probably the best driver of all of the guys listed here and he's very quiet with his frustrations as well.
if you let albedo fall asleep, he'll fill the car with soft snores before abruptly shaking his head as he sits up, awake.
if conversation lulls and he's not driving yet can't sleep, he'll pull out his sketchbook and (not-so-secretively) draw pictures of you.
... will likely ask to stop for ice cream. he has a sweet tooth... use it as a chance to steal a kiss with the excuse that he has ice cream on the corner of his mouth!
will plan what hotels you stop at ahead of time because albedo knows you'll get tired and he wants to ensure that you're well-rested, as compared to having to sleep in the car for part of the time.
childe
is a pretty decent driver but takes aggressive drivers as competition, so don't let this man drive in the city.
childe will stop for fast food if you'd like, but also enjoys preparing snacks for the two of you to take. look, he cut you a little bag of strawberries in the shape of hearts! he's kind of a dork about this so hype him up, he'll get flustered but in a good way.
has a playlist of 00's bops that he knows every single word to. WILL make you duet promiscuous with him.
he's pretty noisy, but burns out quickly in energy. after an hour or two of singing, he'll likely suddenly get kind of mellow and go quiet for a few minutes hehe.
will find anything and everything to talk about. he doesn't want you to get bored!
tries to drive the car more than you because he doesn't want you to feel obligated to drive ;;; he just wants you to relax!
will point out weird license plates or bumper stickers he sees on other cars.
whenever you two stop to use the bathroom, he probably ends up kissing you for several minutes in the parking lot lol
inadvertently messes up his sleep schedule by napping too much
definitely dreams of you in his sleep and sleep talks through it. the two of you can have a conversation while he naps in the car, but he won't remember any of it nor will his contributions even be coherent.
dainsleif
naturally, he's just kind of a... quiet presence. you'll have to handle the aux cord or start conversation, otherwise dain will sit there brooding in his own thoughts.
probably hasn't been on a road trip with anyone before, but finds himself really appreciating your company as he drives!
is a good driver but absolutely gets confused by toll roads. forgets his wallet in his luggage, which is packed securely in the trunk, so he's fumbling for spare change whenever the two of you pass one.
probably doesn't like fast food but will begrudgingly eat french fries from mcdonalds if you stop. (get him a happy meal... you can watch him fumble with the toy for a few minutes)
doesn't like to sleep if you're driving. he knows you're capable, he just has a natural tendency to worry that something will happen if you're not awake.
dainsleif will tell you stories of his past if you ask him, but only if you've been on the road for a few hours. there's something about the soft intimacy of being in the car with you for that long that makes him want to share parts of himself with you, but only if you wish to hear them.
if you two pass a truly scenic area, he'll stop to take your picture. he's sentimental, okay? it'll take a bit of coaxing to get him to take a selfie with you, though.
refuses to go above the speed limit. dain says they're there for a reason. however, if you call him a bootlicker for this, he refuses to go no less than 5 over the speed limit from then on.
doesn't recline his chair whatsoever. his legs and torso are perpendicular.
... will want to hold your hand as he's driving. sure, two hands is safer, but he likes the feel of your hand in his!
diluc
offers to just buy the two of you first class plane tickets to wherever you wish to go, even if it's only an hour or two drive away.
doesn't really get the appeal of a road trip at first, yet agrees to go anyways... he can't resist when you look at him with such pleading eyes.
after you explain the appeal to him, diluc nods as if he understands, then offers to pay for a driver so the two of you can sit in the backseat together. he clearly does not understand.
making diluc eat mcdonalds for the first time on a road trip. is baffled by the concept of a bts meal. eats it anyways. is slightly mad you got a happy meal and he didn't because he's jealous of the toy.
probably packs a whole charcuterie board as a snack or whatever lmfao but FRESH GRAPES,,, fresh grapes galore,,,
whips out a clear cup full of grape juice and starts chugging it while driving until you lecture him that a cop will probably think its wine and pull the two of you over.
if you're driving, diluc unabashedly just stares at you when he thinks you're not paying attention. he finds you pretty, okay?
doesn't really know the songs you play on the aux too well, yet hums along to them under his breath if he can pick up on the melody.
doesn't like small talk, but it's not small talk if it's you! diluc... might not be the best conversationalist for the hours you're in the car together, but he'll try, just for you!
will book a really nice hotel for the two of you then immediately just tugs you into bed with him. just because the two of you spent the whole day in the car together doesn't mean he's had enough of you yet -- it's not like he could just reach over and give you a hug in the middle of driving!
kaeya
the best music of all of the guys. easily the most trustworthy with the aux. probably has a pretty decent singing voice, yet won't sing louder than a soft melody.
likes to stop for fast food on the road, but also really tries to find local restaurants in the area for the two of you to eat at. he figures giggling with you in a booth is a nice break from the eyesore of the same repetitive scenes while driving.
whines if you don't hold his hand, whether it be you driving or him driving. you can't sit there looking that cute and not hold his hand.
will snore if he falls asleep so you're probably gonna have to wake him up whenever he dozes off if you want to stay sane.
definitely speeds but then nearly breaks whenever he sees a possible cop car. if you weren't awake before, you certainly are now whenever he abruptly changes the speed.
is really experienced with city driving, so if it makes you anxious, he's your best bet.
will randomly comment on how cute you look while driving and will also curse out anyone on the road who makes you angry while you drive. he's supportive! plus he finds it fun
likes to drive into the night. its especially nice for him if you're in an area with low light pollution. he finds the night sky fascinating and, much to your surprise, knows little constellations and will point them out to you.
likes to play a game when the two of you are on the road. he describes a person that the both of you know in abstract terms and your job is to guess them. whenever kaeya starts off with a negative description, you know he's talking about diluc.
he's often busy with work and kaeya finds that love is stored in the little things, so being able to spend this time with you, even if it's the mundane task of driving, means the world to him.
scaramouche
surprisingly doesn't get road rage. instead, he gets passenger road rage, in which he gets really angry if people seem like they're trying to fuck with you while you're driving.
very knowledgeable about little hole-in-the-wall places to stop on your drive... no, he didn't make an itinerary, stop looking at his phone!
doesn't really like to stop for fast food either. would prefer to stop at a sit-down restaurant, mainly so you can relax.
it's hard for you to irritate him, but you realize you can push his buttons by asking 'are we there yet?'. scaramouche will passive aggressively gesture to the gps and estimated arrival time.
if you ask him again immediately after he does that, he'll start muttering prayers in snezhnayan that you can't understand. if you didn't know him better, you'd be petrified.
this is your ONE CHANCE to smother him in compliments. he has nowhere to run away. instead, he has to sit there while you tell him how lovely and cute he is, all while slowly turning into a tomato in the process.
probably only wears pajamas during the road trip. why look fancy when you could feel comfy?
subtly offering snacks and drinks all the time to you. he just wants to make sure you're well taken care of, even if he can't necessarily communicate it in the nicest way.
you can tell he's about to fall asleep when he starts getting all sappy to you. you're his soft spot and scaramouche just... really wants you to know how much he appreciates you. no, he's not crying. harbingers don't cry. look away. your eyes are deceiving you, just like the stars.
xiao
bounces his legs constantly in the car. he doesn't ride them very often and is unused to the mechanical movements, so bouncing his leg soothes him.
also gets a bit antsy after a while, so he's nearly clawing at the walls by the time the two of you stop to take a break and walk around.
clenches the steering wheel a bit too hard... but you don't comment on it. he looks tense enough while driving.
surprisingly has pretty decent music. it's likely just a generic lo-fi playlist he found on spotify, but its a far cry from what you expected him to actually play.
like diluc, xiao will stare at you while he's driving. he's an admirer, and he finds the way your brow subtly furrows as you see something in the distance to be utterly mesmerizing.
call him out for it and he gets all embarrassed, but will also grumble about how he loves you under his breath.
he's kind of clumsy with a kamera whenever the two of you stop, but he likes to take pictures of everything!
sometimes, when the two of you are sightseeing wherever you decide to stop, you'll suddenly notice that xiao is no longer by your side. look behind you and you'll find xiao stopping to pet and talk to any dog that the two of you pass.
likes to buy you little trinkets from gift shops if they remind him of you. oh, the little sculpture is the same color of your eyes? oh, it's an object that has your birthstone in it? oh, it's a cute stuffed plush of your favorite animal? xiao's secretly buying it while your distracted and giving it to you in the car.
zhongli
music isn't very necessary when you have thousands of years of information stored in one being right next to you!
likes to use the road trip as driving practice... he's still acclimating to living with humanity.
uses a gps just in case roads have changed, but is very familiar with the terrain and tells you stories about different areas you pass through.
isn't too familiar with the human side of things, so it's up to you to figure out where the two of you will stop for lunch and dinner. just... no seafood for him, please.
likes to hold your hand while he's driving and rub his thumb back and forth of your knuckles. he finds it comforting.
you had to explain to him what a road trip consisted of before the two of you set out (as, y'know, he used to be a god and is used to teleporting places) and zhongli is utterly enthralled by the concept.
part of humanity that zhongli is still trying to grasp is how it's okay if results aren't immediate. sometimes the fun is found in the journey, not the destination, and zhongli truly understands that during his road trip with you.
while he has eons of information of his own life to share, zhongli also enjoys sitting back and discussing your own life stories. sure, they might not be as grand as tales of the archon war, but they're you, so zhongli adores them nonetheless.
#genshin impact x reader#albedo x reader#childe x reader#dainsleif x reader#diluc x reader#kaeya x reader#scaramouche x reader#xiao x reader#zhongli x reader#genshin impact#albedo#childe#dainsleif#kaeya#diluc#scaramouche#xiao#zhongli#axia's writing#jeez so many tags
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hi!! i followed you recently and i think i'm a little bit in love with your unfailingly kind and wondrous energy, reading what you have to say always makes me love the world a little bit more. i was wondering if you had any poetry recs about the sun??
you are so sweet, oh my stars! welcome, and i do so hope you continue your cultivation of loving the world around you! there’s so much here to love, so much that waits to really bloom until you look. this may be a gently meandering type of list – i have such a love love love for the sun in poetry and media, you’ve chosen one of my favourite topics! i adore how it always seems to come back to light, to warmth. i hope you enjoy my picks! ☀️
giovanni’s room, james baldwin – “and here my baby came indeed, through all that sunlight, his face flushed and his hair flying, his eyes, unbelievably, like morning stars.”
memory is sleeping, sanna wani – “where is the wind? in love, the wounds you tend. a wound, a door, a lake, a fence. whatever is perpendicular to your becoming. / someday, you will be in love again. the sun, a wound on your windowsill. light falls on your dreams. it sounds like someone knocking.“
in the country of resurrection, ada limón – “but that was last night. this morning the sun is coming alive in the kitchen. you’ve gone to get us gas station coffee and there is so much life all over the place.”
gps, shauna barbosa – “you kiss the back of my legs and i want to cry. only the sun has come this close, only the sun.”
there is a gold light in certain old paintings, donald justice – “there is a gold light in certain old paintings / that represents a diffusion of sunlight / it is like happiness, when we are happy / it comes from everywhere and nowhere at once, this light / the world is dusty, uncle. let us work.”
the first day without a mother, joy harjo – “i keep looking back. maybe i have turned to salt. it burns blue, like the spirits who have already started to call me home, up over the last earthy hill broken through with starts of blue flowers that heal the wounded heart. / i sit up in the dark drenched in longing. i am carrying over a thousand names for blue that i didn’t have at dusk.”
the crying book, heather christle – “and what shall we make ourselves from today? a memory, a seedling, a word? what can we hold up to the light and find despair has not yet touched?”
july notebook: the birds, robert hass – “sleep like the down elevator’s / imitation of a memory lapse. / then early light. / why were you born, voyager? / are you soaked in dreams, still? / is the light still touching everything?”
into the breach, ocean vuong – “you’re so quiet you’re almost tomorrow. / i want to leave no one behind. to keep & be kept. the way a field turns its secrets into peonies. the way light keeps its shadow by swallowing it.”
the brothers karamazov, fyodor dostoyevsky – “and i seem to have such strength in me now, that i think i could stand anything, any suffering, only to be able to say and to repeat to myself every moment, ‘i exist.’ in thousands of agonies - i exist. i’m tormented on the rack - but i exist! though i sit alone in a pillar - i exist! i see the sun, and if i don’t see the sun, i know it’s there. and there’s a whole life in that, in knowing that the sun is there.”
when the ghosts come ashore, jacqui germain – “you have survived so much that no one remembers. and you still spread warm rain on all your overgrown lots. and you still get dressed in the morning. you still open wide for the sun.”
extracting the stone of madness, alejandra pizarnik (tr. by yvette siegert) – “your bones ache on the brink of morning. you split open.”
when i am among the trees, mary oliver – “i am so distant from the hope of myself, in which i have goodness, and discernment, and never hurry through the world but walk slowly, and bow often. around me the trees stir in their leaves and call out, ‘stay awhile.’ the light flows from their branches. and they call again, ‘it's simple,’ they say, ‘and you too have come into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled with light, and to shine.’”
i hope you get to stand alit and warm in a stream of sunlight soon, darling. i hope you get to keep some of it with you, tucked away in your pockets, for whenever you need a bit of starlight. 💛
#birdsong.#q&a.#collections.#love you are so sweet .......#some of these picks are more popular than others but they're popular bc they're just so GOOD ......#have i memorized over half of these to keep rattling around my brain? absolutely. and i am all the better for it !
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g.p.s - god, parents suck | m
summary; seokjin just wants to enjoy the disney treatment and you are more than happy to deliver
pairing; dilf!jin x hotelier!reader
genre/warnings; crack, humor, gets a lil emotional, teenage daughter issues, one very minor allusion to a daddy kink LOL, a very vaguely implied sex scene, so CHEESY
w.c; est. 5.1k
a/n; wee my first jin fic! this is for @btsghostiewritersnet #DynamiteDads event! I was supposed to go to disney this year but sadly miss rona had to cancel our plans so this is just pure self indulgence. as always thank u to @eerieedits/ @chillingtae for the disney dream fic banner!
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“Left, left!” Seokjin cries, holding onto the emergency break for dear life, “not my left, your left!”
“We’re facing the same way! We have the same lefts!”
“Clearly not if we’re going right, Sweetheart.”
“But the GPS says to go right!”
“In four-hundred feet, keep left at the fork,” Google Maps interrupts pleasantly.
“That’s it. Kim Yeji, pull over!”
“But Daaaaaaaaad,” yet his daughter complies, sadly pulling over at the edge of the road. She doesn’t even have to step on the gas, just turns the wheel slightly so she can land slowly, pathetically on the gravel.
“Angel,” Seokjin says levelly, reaching over to unclick the seatbelt. “I will drive the rest of the way, I gave you time to practice for you have to drive to college but we can’t get on the highway like this.”
“You never let me do anything.”
“What, I do! Who let you go to prom in that sequined excuse for a dress?”
“Uncle Namjoon!”
“Fine, I’ll give him that! Who let you dye your hair to a crisp—”
“Uncle Hoseok!”
“Uncle–” Seokjin is affronted, jabbing the seatbelt in it’s locked position when he gets in the front seat. “Forget it, let’s just have a peaceful drive for the next few hours until we get to the hotel,” he removes Yeji’s phone from the holder, placing it in her lap.
“Dad,” she waves her phone around, pointing to Google Maps, “you need the GPS to get there.”
He scoffs, “No, I don’t. We’ve been to Disney plenty of times. I know where we’re going.”
“Oh yeah? When’s the last time we went to Disney?”
“When you were two? Three?”
Yeji relaxes in her seat, not ready to argue with her dad once more. “Alright, lead the way,” she gestures vaguely to the empty parkway, devoid of life for miles.
Seokjin is undeterred, reaching over the console to pat Yeji’s blonde hair. He turns on the radio, only to be met with the sound of crunchy static and terrible country music. Cutting the radio, he immediately switches to an old Disney CD, telling Yeji to let it go as he pulls into the open road. Reddish dust clouds around the car briefly, ripping against the tires as they drive off to their hotel.
“Is this the Princess Hotel?”
“Nope, this is the Prince S Hotel.”
You can’t help but grin at the way your current customer’s face falls. He’s a handsome thing, all plush and pillowy in the cheeks and lips. Despite his daughter hanging off his arm like a limp noodle—after all it’s past 2AM and they’ve probably been driving for hours—he still manages to look somewhat put-together despite you telling him they’ve got the wrong place.
“Told you, use the GPS,” her daughter chastises weakly, tucking her cheek in his shoulder.
His kid’s a pretty girl, kind of reminds you of when you were a teenager. “The Princess Hotel is about an hour away on the other side of the Disney resorts,” you say slowly, noting from the way the girl is swaying on her feet that her father must be equally as tired, “although, I would suggest staying here for the night. Your daughter’s about to fall asleep on my counter.”
At the pointed look you’re giving the teen, Seokjin puts a protective hand on her slim shoulders. “Yeji-bear, why don’t you lie down for a bit,” he leads her over to a spare couch. “We’ll call our booked hotel,” he says shortly, looking over his shoulder to give you a forced smile.
Ah, you’ve seen this scene one or two times in your days working at Prince S. A father too prideful to admit he may have messed up just a little with the directions, and a child that probably argued or simmered so hard on the way they’re passed into a stupor on your lobby couch. Tonight, or your early morning is a little special though, you’ve never seen a father as handsome as the one in front of you, exasperatedly calling up their real hotel reservations.
“What? My reservation has been revoked?” her daughter groans when he jostles around his lap, knocking her head, “how can you do that? Past the time? I thought this was Disney!”
You drum your nails against the counter, using your other hand to pull up your guest list for the night on the computer. The father, now furrowed in the face, walks up to you and leaves his daughter on the plush couch.
“One double bedroom for the weekend, please,” the father pulls his cards out, flicking it to your side of the counter. He places down his car keys in the available holder, “I parked out front, you do valet right?”
With a nod, you get to work. “Take it they weren’t very accommodating?”
“They gave our hotel room to some Make-A-Wish Foundation kid!” he cries exasperatedly, hands in the air as you patiently book the room. Your eyes linger longer than usual on his driver’s license and ID: Kim Seokjin. Even his driver’s license mugshot looks handsome. He rests his arms against your counter, despondent. “Is it terrible for me to hate on some kid with a terminal illness?”
“A little,” you shrug, slipping his keycard under his elbow, “but I mean according to your, Yeji-bear,” you can’t help but giggle at the nickname, “if you used the GPS you’d be at the correct hotel.”
“Don’t remind me,” Seokjin glares, hauling his and Yeji’s luggage in one hand, “baby, let’s go upstairs c’mon.”
You watch the small family trudge to the elevators, sleepily walking forward like zombies. No one spares you a second glance, they never do, so it gives you ample courage to take a look at Kim Seokjin’s toned body. Broad shoulders, a Dorito-trimmed waistline, and long legs that you want to climb up on.
Oh, daddy.
“Hey,” Yeji pops up on your counter, looking much perkier than she did hours before, “do you have my dad’s car keys?”
Trying not to raise your brows at your young guest, you give her a smirk, leaning over the counter. A spunky thing, with sharp eyes with a pretty cat-tipped eyeliner shape that has her looking well put-together. You wish you had your shit together as a teenager, you barely have it together now.
“I do,” you quip, “why?”
“I wanna get Starbucks,” she says simply, “the pineapple matcha is to die for, and I want to drink as many summer specials as I can before it’s over.”
“Valid,” you reply, going into your master key to retrieve all the guests’ keys. Taking Seokjin’s from its holder, you note the expensive make. Peering up from your desk, you look at Yeji’s innocent features. Before you place the key in her waiting palm, you snatch it away, “Why do I have the feeling you’re doing something that you’re not supposed to be doing?”
Yeji tilts her head, “I don’t think it’s any of your business,”
Sassy. You like it. “Get me a grande matcha frappe and your secret’s safe with me.”
“Deal.”
Watching Yeji drive off in the large Hyundai Palisade gives you a little twinge of worry, but you quickly tamp it down to motherly instinct. If you were Yeji’s mom—which you’re definitely not, you’d be worried. Naturally, you feel similarly.
The hotel phone rings, the red light from 921 blinking on your switchboard. Flipping down the room number you pick up the receiver, “Prince S Hotel, how can I help you?”
“You do booking, valet, and housekeeping?” Seokjin’s exasperated voice says in your ears, “who would I call if I want breakfast?”
“That would also be me,” you reply wryly, twisting the curly wire between your fingers, “we advertise ourselves as a hotel for the quality, although we are much smaller with only thirty rooms. Sort of like a bed n’breakfast, getting the true royal treatment.”
“Would the royal treatment consist of some extra towels and a continental breakfast?”
“You got it.”
A little cliché of you to do the whole “whistle while you work” segment—a lacy apron to make sure your uniform doesn’t get dirty, a spot of coffee to keep you peppy and setting everything up on a gold trimmed cart. You didn’t think you’d see Seokjin again, especially after how upset he was about his room.
With a little rap on his door, Seokjin invites you inside to set up. Their room overlooks the valley as opposed to the busy roads, so it’s a perfect way to rise with the sun. He immediately reaches for the coffee as you drag your little cart in, completely ignoring the cream and sugar on the side. After a long sip, he moans in pleasure.
“Ah,” he exhales, a sound that has you teeming. You grip the handlebars a little tighter than usual, “Maybe it was fate that we ended up here.”
“Maybe,” you fight the urge to bite your lip, because Seokjin has no idea how cliché of a line that is. He isn’t even speaking directly at you, talking in front of the sun like it’s his morning routine. “Say, have you seen Yeji around?”
“Ah,” you shug, pretending to be oblivious, “I think she went out for a walk.”
He turns to you, giving you a quivering brow, “She hates walking. Probably calling her friends in Korea or something.”
Of course she doesn’t like walking, you think, that’s why she took your car for some overpriced drinks.
Instead, you place the fresh pancakes and sides on the guest table, making sure everything is organized and in order. You place the towels atop the haphazardly made bed, making sure to put two mints on top. It isn’t customary to include mints, but you think the mints your hotel has taste great and deserve to be shared around more often than not.
“So, it looks like you’re ready for Disney,” you remark, taking note of his outfit. He has on blush mid-thigh shorts, stretchy and made from a canvas fabric that looks airy and comfortable. Around his neck is a little portable fan, and on his head is an old Mickey baseball cap.
“Ah, just for today and tomorrow! Sunday is my ‘me’ day,” Seokjin says, dashing across the room at the sight of fresh food, “Yeji is meeting with some cousins and will be spending the rest of the weekend with them.”
“Sounds like a fun weekend,” you remark, turning to leave.
“Will you be working the rest of the weekend?”
This is supposed to be small talk. You try to convince yourself that Seokjin is just being polite, wondering if his service is going to be impacted by you being around or not. There must be nothing sexual, or just mere attraction, going on between the two of you. Well, maybe on your side of things. The pink shorts and the baseball cap are doing things to your body that you barely understand. Unfortunately, the eager apples of his cheeks and the innocent upturn of his lips lets you know that any possibility of returned affections is virtually nonexistent.
“It’s my weekend off,” you fight the twinge of excitement when you see Seokjin pout, “but Park Jimin relieves me, and he’s definitely a much better host than I am. He’ll make sure everything’s taken care of.”
“Does he make better pancakes than you?” Seokjin asks, swirling a bite in a ribbon of maple syrup.
“I’m afraid not,” you smile, “he makes a mean breakfast burrito though.”
He shrugs listlessly, eating slower. He takes his time to make sure every pancake is cut in equal two-centimeter pieces, taking his time as if he’s savoring the last of your home-cooked meal. “Not sure if I’ll be completely satisfied then.”
With a firm smile, you wheel your cart out as fast as you can. You can’t keep up the facade now, not with your trashy mind and your dampening panties ruining your sense of self. Quietly slamming the door behind you, you’re met with Seokjin’s spitting image.
Yeji tilts her head at you, eating you alive with her dead-on stare. She places the keys and your matcha beverage on your cart.
“Did my dad confuse you or something?”
“Is it that obvious?”
“He’s like that,” Yeji shrugs, taking a long sip of her drink, “don’t worry, I’ll put in a good word for you.”
A good word? With an uneasy smile you wheel away, ignoring the burn in your cheeks.
“Can I have the keys?” Yeji asks the next morning, minutes before your shift ends.
You fight the urge to roll your eyes. You’re sure Yeji is a wonderful kid and has a good heart, but she’s seriously putting your five-star Yelp review on the line. Cocking one eyebrow you say, “What, need your Starbucks fix?”
“Do you know how to parallel park?”
“Why, need a teacher?”
“It’d be better to have someone nearby to make sure I don’t park into a guard rail.”
“Does Seokjin approve?”
“You obviously know the answer to that,” Yeji replies, “and you and my dad are on a first-name basis, huh?”
Fighting the heat in your cheeks, you busy yourself by locking up the money box and key tin, but not before grabbing the keys to the Palisades. “I’m doing this for you because I have impeccable customer service skills,” you feign haughtiness, leaving your front desk and scanning your ID to clock out.
“Not because you think my dad is hot?” she follows you out the door.
“Do you always talk about your dad like that?”
Yeji is silent as she takes the keys from your grip, and you follow her in the passenger seat. A scent that’s fruity yet musky fills your nostrils, and you hug your arms for comfort. This is painfully awkward, at least in your point of view, but Yeji pays no mind as she connects to her Spotify playlist and turns on the air conditioner.
“I’m not one of those prissy daughters that try their damn hardest to make sure their dad doesn’t date,” Yeji murmurs, adjusting the mirrors, “anyone my dad dates will be better than Hyehwa. He deserves to be happy for all that he’s done for me.”
“Hyehwa?”
“The biological carrier for nine months,” Yeji replies dryly.
Your heart pinches, squeezing against your ribcage as you put two and two together. Hyewha, who you’re assuming is, or was Yeji’s mother, is definitely out of the picture. Yet seeing how confident Yeji is with herself, and how much he loves her father and wants him to be happy, is clear in your eyes.
“You are one cool kid,” is the only thing you can say, hoping you don’t have that silly heartened look in your gaze.
It seems that you do, because all she does is roll her eyes and put the car in drive.
It’s nearly one in the morning when you get the call.
You’re off the clock, but it’s graveyard hours and you and Jimin are craving pizza. So while Jimin tends to the last minute guests, you pick up a cheesy pie and hide behind the desk while Jimin does his job.
You’ve polished off half the pie when the main phone rings, and Jimin sighs heavily. Late night and early morning calls are the absolute worst.
“Get the hospital on speed dial,” Jimin jokes, but not really because the last time someone called at one, you really did wish you had an ambulance on-site.
“Prince S hotel,” Jimin spins the cord between his fingers, looking like a dreamy teen heartthrob as he leans against the counter. He immediately swings the phone over to your greasy fingers, “it’s a personal call.”
Wiping your hands on the box, you raise a brow. “Hello?” you ask, wholly confused.
“Mm, it’s Yeji,” the voice slurs on the other line, “I need help.”
“A-are you drunk?” you say, incredulous.
“Yeah, me and my cousin snuck a bottle downtown,” Yeji sounds nervous, and you unconsciously grip the phone tighter, “can you pick us up? I can drop you my location if you give me your number, please. My dad trusted me with the Palisade this weekend, I can’t let him know what happened. I know I’m always trying to get under my dad’s skin and whatever but I don’t want him to lose my trust, what we did is a dumb mistake.”
A part of you feels for Yeji, you’ve done dumb shit like this when you were young. All those fond memories are nothing but memories, and definitely not reflective of your current life now.
The rational, intelligent part of you knows that you should probably call Seokjin right now and tell him what’s going on. You don’t really want to get involved in their family matters, especially when as of late you’ve been inserting yourself in Yeji’s antics.
With a sigh, you pull up your Lyft app, already knowing whose side you’re on.
It takes no more than fifteen minutes for you to arrive at the scene, Yeji and what you assume is her older cousin sitting on the curb of a dilapidated Krispy Kreme, sadly polishing off a whole box of glazed donuts, Well, her cousin is polishing off the box, Yeji is taking nibbles at her proffered donut.
You sigh, pulling Yeji up. You see tear-streaks, her previously perfect cat-eye smudged off and running down her cheeks. “I’m sorry,” she whispers, sounding not as inhiberated as she did before, “I bothered you.”
“Not at all,” you soothe, running a hand down her braids. You try not to melt when Yeji nearly leans into your warmth, but backs up at the last second, “I’m happy that you called. Would rather know that you’re safe now than later, yeah? I’m not mad at you,” you assure, pulling a crumpled brown napkin from the pizzeria to dab at her ruddied cheeks.
“Hi, I’m Jungkook,” you turn your head dangerously slowly towards the cute muscle pig who’s still sitting on the curb, “Ya deserve a five-star Yelp review for this service—”
“But I’m mad at you,” you pointedly ignore his drunken charm. He looks old enough to drink, which only further annoys you because he should be the one taking care of Yeji, “get in the damn car, Youngkook.”
“It’s Jungkook—”
“Get in.”
He swallows his tongue, and you notice Yeji stifling a giggle at your attitude. She wordlessly hands you the keys, clamoring in the front seat while Jungkook takes the whole back row. Yeji tiredly informs you the address to her cousin’s hotel, and you drive off into the night.
“Did I ruin my dad’s chances with you?” you think that Yeji has no clue what she’s saying, but there’s a little sliver of heart in her tone. Her face is pressed against the window, the cold glass on the verge of keeping her awake as she stumbles in and out of consciousness.
“You could never do that,” you mumble, and you smile when her eyes willingly flutter shut.
“Hey, babe,” you practically hear desperation in Jimin’s voice.
“Jimin, no,” you already know that his request is sitting prettily on the tip of his tongue, “it’s my weekend off. I’m not getting out.”
“But someone requested your pancakes,” he whines, and you can practically feel his pout on the other line, “and he said and I quote ‘I’ll be able to tell that you made them.’ I feel threatened!”
“Did they offer to pay in diamonds?”
“N-no. But he said it’s his daughter’s special weekend and he’d be really thankful if you’d come by and make your breakfast for him.”
Daughter? Yeji. You sigh, rubbing a hand over your face. You have your own room separate from the hotel, a deal that has you living rent free in exchange for your hard labor five days a week. “Heat up the stove for me and crisp the bacon,” you mutter, hanging up and throwing the phone under the covers.
Tugging your hair back and throwing on a large hoodie, you put on your slippers and pad down the little sidewalk that leads to the hotel. The sun beats down on you immediately, willing you to go back to your air-conditioned room to fall back asleep. Swimming through the soup that is the Californian air, you shuffle inside Prince S and make a beeline for the kitchens. You brush through busy employees, flashing a quick smile and “good morning” as you get to your station.
Jimin is already there, sitting at your workspace. All your ingredients are sitting out: flour, eggs, butter, vanilla, baking powder, baking soda, buttermilk, and fresh berries. However, Jimin makes no moves to attempt cooking, instead looking at you with pursed lips and waiting for you to get a move on.
“Get your butt off my counter,” you slap his thigh disapprovingly, pulling your sleeves up to start mixing the ingredients, “you’re dirty.”
“I embrace being dirty,” Jimin replies majestically, kicking his legs back and forth. His Doc Marten creepers wave in your vision, “thank you for swinging by. He said that it was really really important that you come in and make them. Daughter’s request.”
“They’re lucky they’re a cute family,” you mutter under your breath, although the words aren’t laced with malice.
The batter is fluffy and puffy, rising with the scent of melted butter and caramelized sugar. You take careful fingers towards the berries, creating a smiley face in the uncooked pancakes.
“Is your maternal side kicking in?” Jimin says in your ear, and you swing at him with your spatula.
“Leave me alone, art is being made.”
“Sure,” Jimin hops off the table, patting your shoulder, “I got a date with room 69,” you roll your eyes, there is no such thing as room 69. “So please continue to be awesome and finish off this favor by delivering it to Mr. Kim’s room.”
“Jimin, no!” you don’t care that half the staff is staring at you amusedly, the other half uncaring because they’re so used to the two co-managers. “I’m not wearing—I’m not wearing pants.”
You gesture to the obscene amount of bare legs out in the open. California’s hot as hell, you try to wear as little layers as possible. However, in the workplace you like to keep a modicum of decency. Even though Kim Seokjin is fine fine fine, you have decorum.
But Jimin’s already off to visit the guest in room 69 and you’re stuck with a pile of fresh hotcakes and none of the workers want to get involved in your shenanigans. Typical. Begrudgingly, you force your Hallmark-esque smile and arrange the gold trimmed cart, taking care to put extra berries in the fruit dish.
It’s a simple transaction. Get in, drop off the food, accept the tip if Seokjin feels generous, and get out. The door to room 921 looks larger than life, intimidating like the gates to heaven. You knock firmly, but gingerly. “Room service?” the voice that escapes your lips is your sugary professional voice, one that makes you wince immediately.
A muffled “coming!” has you bristling at the door. You curse yourself, looking at your bunny-clad feet and your legs disappearing under your hoodie.
As soon as Seokjin pops his head open you blurt, “I swear, I’m wearing shorts underneath this.”
“Uh,” and that forces him to look at your legs. Dammit, it was a good intention but the wrong way to go. “Good to know,” he coughs, opening his door wider.
The room is much messier on Seokjin’s side of the room, now filled with Eeyore and Baymax memorabilia. A large, white Baymax plush sits innocently at one side of his untouched bed. You crack a smile at that.
“Where’s Yeji?” you ask lightly, putting both stacks of pancakes down on the available table. You absently wipe the crumbs off, leading the little pile of food-crust to the garbage can.
“Yeji?” Seokjin asks, “why would Yeji be here?”
The way you put the cutlery down instantly slows, “You called Jimin this morning saying you needed pancakes specifically made by me to give to Yeji.”
“Who?”
“Jimin?” you raise a brow, losing your high-pitched commercial tone. “Tiny, annoying blond guy?”
Seokjin stares.
You stare back.
“Yeji’s at her cousin’s townhouse,” Seokjin states plainly.
“No, you called and said Yeji wanted pancakes—” No.
Yeji, or Jimin, or both called you and set it up.
“Oh, Jimin’s an idiot,” you tap your head lightly, wanting to bop out any potential embarrassing memory that has burned in your brain, “must’ve misheard. Or is hearing ghosts! Honestly he isn’t the right mind I’m so sorry I reallygottaneedto—”
You can’t even breathe let alone exhale the rest of your sentence, so you instead do the only thing you can do—run away. You don’t bother to exude grace as you plop any trash on the cart from yesterday’s room service, whipping the cart around so fast that the side wheels fly off and pop a wheelie.
“We don’t have to let the food go to waste,” Seokjin says pointedly, probably watching you like he’s watching a comic show as you try to bolt out of the room.
The door is closed, and the little hallway is too small for you to put your body and the cart between the walls. You’ve trapped yourself. Maybe you could just leave the cart and dip? You’re sure there’s at least two extras downstairs.
“It won’t,” you reply dumbly, “I can eat it in the breakroom or something, I haven’t made breakfast for myself yet. I mean, I was kinda craving an avo-toast this morning, but pancakes are always a classic.”
Seokjin snorts at your incessant rambling, carding a hand through his chocolate locks, “I’m trying to ask you to stay for breakfast.”
“You’re trying to—oh,” you mirror his expression, running a hand over your hair so it pulls out of its already messy style. You haven’t done much physical activity this morning, but you feel absolutely breathless as you’re glued to the cheap carpet, taking in Seokjin’s wide glassy eyes
“And if you stay for dessert, I’d like to thank you properly,”
“I didn’t bake dessert,” you hide the shudder in your throat when he steps closer, pinning you against the cart. Your knuckles must be transparent by now due to how hard you’re gripping the cart.
“You didn’t,” Seokjin agrees, “but you definitely brought it.”
You yelp, actually, a whole little dolphin-squeal escapes your lips as Seokjin puts his hand against the wall. You’re actually living a Disney-esque scenario that you do not want to be in. Seokjin’s either trying to give you the Eugene-Signature-Smoulder, or the Prince Naveen charm that isn’t very charming.
“You’re a cheeseball,” you try to snap back, but it only comes out as a small reply, fitting of your cramped situation.
His buttery brown eyes are clear and warm, and his sweet scent envelopes your form. You feel impossibly small, sinking deeper and deeper into your hoodie until you feel the heat of his voice sinking deep into your skin.
It’s then that he leans in and whispers in your ear, his voice a simple request, “Please tell me that you’re interested in me too.”
Something clutches softly in your heart, tethering you to Seokjin’s gaze. You wonder how many times Seokjin goes through this scenario. You wonder if he’s happy being a bachelor. You figure that many partners must have doubts being tethered by a teenage daughter, or if Seokjin is used to fleeting hook-ups.
“Have been since check-in,” you reply smoothly, finding your breath and looking up from your eyelashes.
Seokjin’s lips find yours, and you swear you’re lip-locking with Cloud Nine. They’re soft and supple and taste a little like maple syrup as they mingle with yours, and you can’t help but weave your hands through his equally silky strands, tugging him closer as he hooks his arms under your bare thighs.
He gives your bottom an experimental squeeze, leading you to the unmade bed.
Needless to say, breakfast has to wait.
“So, I’m going to throw a cliché.”
“Sure, we’re in Disney.”
“Why me?” you slap his bare chest when Seokjin laughs, pouting, “I mean it! All I did was look cute and give you pancakes!”
“So you admit you’re cute,” Seokjin smirks.
“C’mon don’t change the subject, tell me!”
Even though this hotel is partially yours, you’re still amazed at the softness of the Egyptian cotton as it engulfs both your bodies. Maybe it’s because you’re warm and bathing in the noon afterglow, maybe it’s your bed partner. Still, it feels divine as you lounge in bed, sipping champagne (left by the door, courtesy of Jimin.)
“Mm, caught you driving around with Yeji in my car.”
You sit up straighter, clutching the sheets to your chest, “You saw us last night?”
“You were also out last night?” Seokjin tilts his head, “I meant when you taught her how to parallel park.”
“Oh fuck—I mean,” you slap your forehead, knowing you can’t get away with this one, “Let’s just say I helped her out of a sticky situation. Don’t blame Yeji, blame Yeji’s bunny-headed cousin.”
“Noted,” Seokjin throws an arm around you, snuggling closer. You relax into his hold, melting between the sheets and his soft skin, “Knowing you’re pulling through for her. Let’s just say I’m a little soft for my daughter, no matter how old.”
“She’s wonderful,” you say genuinely, taking slow sips of your bubbly drink.
“Wanna go visit her for lunch? I’m supposed to be meeting her in an hour.”
You don’t feel deterred or nervous to see Yeji, or even the possibility of meeting Seokjin’s extended family. So you agree, run back to your room quickly to throw on a reasonable summer outfit that doesn’t consist of hooded sweatshirts and booty shorts.
Seokjin offers to drive your sedan, and since you feel a little princess-ish today you decide to let him take the wheel. After a few minutes attempting to drive in the direction of the townhouse however, you lower the volume on the radio.
“Jin? I think you’re going the wrong way,” not only do you live here, but you went to the townhouse last night and you’re sure it’s in the opposite fork, “do you want me to plug it in the G.P.S?”
“I know my way, hon,” Seokjin waves you off, confidently streaming through the oncoming traffic. You smile nervously, you have a feeling this situation has happened once or twice.
“Oh, is that why you ended up in my hotel?” you tease, “because you’re so good at directions?”
“Duh,” Seokjin reaches for your hand atop the console, “after all, my intuition led me to you.”
#jin x reader#jin crack#seokjin x reader#btsghostie#kwritersworldnet#seokjin fluff#seokjin crack#bts smut#bts fic
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GF & MvsM - Wanna Talk About Dinos?
This crossover was inevitable. It just works too well. Maybe one day i’ll write a fic about how the folks at Gravity Falls handled the robot-apocalypse. Probably shrugged it off. “Eh. We’ve had worse.” Haha! What if Stan and Ford, cuz they were out sailing, had no clue what happened and when they came back they were like, “Wait, what?”
For now, please enjoy this fic of Aaron making a new friend...
(credit goes to @stephreynaart for her OC Jacob)
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“Hi, would you like to talk to me about dinosaurs?”
Aaron asked this question more times than he could keep track of, but that wasn’t going to stop him from asking it. It started as a dare from his big sister two years ago, but now it’s a fun hobby. When fifth grade isn’t overwhelming him, scaring him with mountains of homework and horror stories about how hard middle school is going to be, and when he’s run out of YouTube videos to catch up on, he is on the hunt for fellow giant-lizard-lovers like a hungry Ceratosaurus.
“No, okay bye.” But it did get a little tiring to always cross out names and phone-numbers on the phone book with red ink. Hey, a dinosaur of a way to find phone-numbers was appropriate. He read the next number, dialed it, and after a ring or two he asked, “How would you like to talk with me about dinosaurs? No, okay thank you.”
Aaron crossed out another name and sighed, taking a break since he reached the end of a line of numbers. Maybe he should just be grateful for Abbey and accept that no one else wants to talk about the Jurassic Period. Or the Cretaceous Period. Or the Triassic Period. But then a big, old, gray-tinted ad distracted him. He grinned, thinking it would at least be fun to give them a call, and he dialed the number.
Private home phone-numbers were fun, but businesses were also fun! Poor, bored workers would gladly talk to him rather than crabby Karens, and they got paid for it! So Aaron smiled as the phone rang, and he grinned when someone picked up.
“Thanks for calling the Mystery Shack, you’re talking to Mr. Mystery himself! How may I befuddle or bewilder you?”
“Hi! How would you like to talk with me about dinosaurs?”
“Oh, dude! I’d love to, but I’m scheduled for a tour of the Oddity Museum in three minutes.” The man said, and Aaron grinned continuously, because it sounded like Mr. Mystery really wanted to talk with him about dinosaurs. “But hey! Can you hold on for one minute, I think I know a guy!”
“Yeah, sure mister!” And Aaron was greeted by the sound of a catchy jingle about buying t-shirts and mugs and snowglobes. He smiled and wiggled his feet along to the music as he looked outside at the beautiful late-fall afternoon, entertained while he waited.
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Soos was on the hunt. He planned out the house in his head. Abuelita was taking a nap upstairs, Melody was organizing the upcoming tour, and Stan took Jacob out for ice cream, so he might be…
The owner of the Shack grinned when he stopped at the doorway and saw the man he was looking for, sitting in Stan’s chair, reading a book.
“Uncle Ford!”
The old sailor smiled up at the young man. “Yes, wh-...”
“Do you think you could answer the phone for me? I have a tour and I think this customer’s request is right up your alley.”
“Uh… sure, but w-...”
“Thanks, you’re the best!” And Soos was gone before he could address Ford’s confusion.
Ford was a bit lost, having little to no business with business, but he had learned at this point to trust Soos, so he picked up the phone beside him and was immediately greeted with a sweet, “How would you like to talk with me about dinosaurs?”
Ford grinned and closed his book. “I would love to! All three periods are equally as fascinating to study, but the Triassic contains some of my favorite dinosaurs!”
A young voice gasped on the other line. “Mine, too! Everyone thinks the Jurassic period is so great, and it’s pretty cool, but the Triassic gave us Plateosaurus and the Brachiosaurus!”
“That’s very true! You know, it’s very interesting, maybe depictions don’t include feathers at all, which is a bit frustrating, but perhaps after the news has spread they will incorporate more feathers on merchandise and textbooks.”
“YES! That’s what I wanna do when I grow up, help draw better-accurate dinosaurs!”
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The phone rang on Sunday. The Shack was closed today, so Stan lazily answered it and was greeted with, “Wanna talk about dinosaurs?”
“Sixer, phone for you!”
Ford ran into the living room, elbowed his twin out of the chair, and took the phone. “Hello again, Aaron! Now, where were we? Right, so Australopithecus. … No, I don’t think… Oh! No, homo habilis was erect, Australopithecus was never fully erect.”
“Maybe he was nervous.” Stan groaned, getting to his feet.
Ford shot him a look as thankfully the young boy on the other end didn’t catch that and happily shared some more fun-facts about homo habilis.
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While most college students were excited for Spring Break so they could get drunk or lose their virginity, Katie was excited because her family had planned a special secret roadtrip. She was careful to keep up with her family and talk to her parents and brother frequently, but Aaron had a hobby he wasn’t talking about that his parents found out and were thrilled about. Aaron had made another friend.
Rick and Katie did some research and the tourist attraction sounded right up their alley! In the middle of the woods, tons of weird stuff, and a fun roadtrip filled with diners and attractions. They decided to surprise Aaron, and they made up a lie that they would spend Spring Break in California with Katie so she could show her family around San Francisco, when in actuality they would be traveling up the state to the Redwood Highway and see the oddity place, and maybe even allow Aaron to meet his new pen-pal. Or, um, phone-pal.
So after bombarding Katie with hugs the Mitchells threw her luggage into the car and drove off. Aaron turned to Katie and excitingly asked, “So where are we going first? Can we go fix the Golden Gate bridge by painting it gold?”
Katie laughed and ruffled his hair. “Maybe later, right now I wanna show you guys this fun store right outside of town. Here, check out the videos I made for my classes!” And she pulled out some airpods and gave one to Aaron.
“Cool!”
Rick and Linda smirked at each other as they drove north. By the time they reached a little diner in Redding, CA, it was very clear to Aaron that they weren’t in San Francisco anymore. “Come on, just tell me where we’re going!” The boy begged as he fed Monchi a fry.
“The best kind of prizes are the surprises.” Linda quoted.
“Eric, Deborahbot5000, where are we going?”
“Sorry, Aaron, we cannot give that information.” Eric said, he and the other robot sitting politely in their seats, happy to be a part of the social interaction.
“Yes, Mother will bury us if we disobey.” Deborahbot said matter-of-factly.
“What?! No I won’t, sweeties.”
“Won’t you ground us?”
The family laughed and Aaron let the topic go; if he was honest, he loved a good surprise. The big family stopped in a motel just at the California-Oregon border, and the next morning after muffins and coffee and orange juice they were on the road again, passing dozens of trees that made Rick feel at home. Katie happily recorded the trip, trusted to be the documenter for another fun roadtrip, with hopefully not as much mortal peril.
Aaron watched as they left the highway for a simple road, and they passed a big sign. The boy gasped and caught what was happening. “No WAY! Really?!”
“You know, I hear this Mystery Shack even has a Sasquatch.” Rick commented while Linda pulled out a pamphlet from the glove box.
“It says here it’s full of odd things you’ll never see anywhere else, even a dinosaur footprint…”
“Wasn’t there a rumor of there being a Bottomless Pit?” Katie asked, pointing her camera at Aaron to get his reaction.
“Thank you thank you THANK YOU!!!” Aaron cheered, hugging his Dad’s neck and kissing his Mom’s cheek.
“Hey, no worries, buddy.” Rick eased, fixing his shewed glasses. “We wanted to see this place, too!”
“Why don’t we eat a quick lunch and then we’ll take the backroad for the attraction? There’s a coupon in here for a diner made from a giant log!”
And so after being served by a pretty blonde teenager at Greasy’s, they drove through town to get to the backroad. Signs made them confident that they were going the correct way, as well as Eric and Deborahbot5000’s GPS. Then as they turned a corner, a big triangle-shaped building came into view. Aaron grinned at the giant sign with a missing letter. People were already leaving, arms full of souvenirs and one or two already wearing their new hats or t-shirts. Once Rick parked in the Free Parking Lot, Aaron spilled out of the car and ran for the shack, but he stopped.
Katie caught up to him and patted his back. “You cool, man?”
Aaron shrugged, holding his hands in front of him and his shoulders up to hide his face a bit. “I-I dunno… What if… What if he doesn’t like me?”
“Hey, I get it.” Katie admitted. “When I first met my friends I was really nervous. I had talked to them online for weeks and I was worried it wasn’t gonna be what it was all cracked up to be, but it was. Your system worked! You found another dino-lover! You earned this moment. Just take in a deep breath and be yourself, cuz you’re a pretty cool dude.”
Aaron smiled up at his big sister. “Thanks.”
Trusting Eric and Deborahbot5000 to watch Monchi and make sure he used the bathroom, the Mitchells went inside the shack. On the porch there was an ice cooler, a sign reading schedule times for tours of the Oddity Museum, a Help Wanted sign, and two rocking chairs with a game of checkers between them.
Inside the store a few customers filled up the gift shop, alongside t-shirts, snowglobes, a vending machine, a door beside ti that read Employees Only, a bookshelf full of comic on one side and old newspapers claiming alien sightings on the other, a fish tank holding a monkey-mermaid, and barrels full of spaceship keychains and dino claws. A new section called Camping Stuff caught Rick’s eye, selling backpacks, lanterns, flashlights, batteries, canteens, and compasses. Katie opened a comic called Lil’Stanley and laughed at the swears, taking a pic and sending it to her friends’ group chat. Linda looked into the barrel full of patches and grinned at all the fun designs, while Aaron stared happily at the mer-monkey.
The Employees Only door opened and closed and Rick watched as a man in a suit, fez, and eyepatch walked up to the lady at the register and kissed her cheek. The woman smiled lovingly and left while the guy who resembled a gopher checked a customer out. Rick waited until the buyer left to approach the register, leaning an arm on the counter.
“Welcome to the Mystery Shack, dude!”
“Thanks! So, this is gonna sound weird, but my son Aaron talks to a guy here about dinosaurs…”
“No way!” The owner interrupted excitedly. “Good to see you, dudes! I’m Mr. Mystery! Wow, you guys came a long way, huh?”
“Nah, only from California. My daughter is attending art school there.”
While the men chit-chatted and Linda joined them, Katie noticed a guy walking up to Aaron and looking at the mer-monkey. She smiled and tried to read the comic without being too nosy, but she kept her senses on her brother.
“Hm, quite fascinating, isn’t it?” The man in the blue hoodie said. “But I think my favorite is the fossilized footprint. Could be Nanuqsaurus hoglundi.”
“The Polar Bear Lizard?” Aaron clarified, touching his chin as he looked at the dino-print, his back to the man he was talking to. “Maybe, but they’re from Alaska. It’s possible plate tectonics did cause some fossils to be relocated here, but it could also be a Nanotyrannosaurus lancensis footprint.”
“The Dwarf Tyrant? Could very well be. Would you like to talk about dinosaurs after your tour?”
Aaron’s eyes widened as the voice was finally familiar to him. He turned and looked up to find an old man smiling up at him. He had fluffy gray hair with a white stripe running around his scalp, wrinkles by his eyes due to smiling, a cleft chin, glasses, and wore a blue hoodie with a maroon sweater underneath. His hands were behind his back and he smiled down at Aaron warmly, while the boy was jittery and overly-excited. He took in a sharp breath and had to fight every muscle to keep from leaping through the screen door.
“H-H-Hi…” He peeped. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Y-Yeah, sure! I’d love to! I’m Aaron! Er, wait, you already knew that.” And he held out a hand to shake.
His phone-pal, Ford, chuckled and got on one knee to be eye-level. “Greeting, Aaron! It’s nice to formally meet you.”
Aaron shook his hand and noticed something. He had six fingers on his right hand. A quick glance told Aaron he also had six fingers on his left hand. Aaron grinned with sparkling eyes at his new friend, while the old sailor smiled warmly at the boy that reminds him of his niece and nephew when they were young.
#GF#mvsm#mitchells vs the machines#gravity falls#ford pines#soos ramirez#aaron mitchell#katie mitchell#rick mitchell#linda mitchell#eric and deborahbot5000
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Some rambles
T read what I wrote about the time I was with Bf. I can tell somehow that she holds quite a lot of compassion for me, but it's still hard for me that she read it.
Mostly because she has also been repeating some of the words I was repeating to myself back then. That everything is okay, that I'm safe now. That things are different now. Well, they were different and there were moments of safety, but in general things were not safe. And now I don't know if I can really tell whether things are safe, or whether I should push or let go.
Or whether I can handle difficult therapy work.
I've been feeling really exhausted. I haven't cooked for quite a bit and eating has not been great, so it's probably because of that. I haven't really done anything but commuting, working and sleeping this week. Kind of sad when you really think about it.
I took extra vitamin D every day, triple the recommended dose. I'm pretty sure they'd give me the booster fluid pills if I went to the GP, I just can't be bothered to go...
I read a bit in the Coping book today, something about avoiding the inner experience and avoiding making decisions. Very familiar issues, sadly.
I'm also pondering a bit on work yesterday, when some kids were fighting and I stepped in. It was very typical girl-drama, which reminded me that I've never been able to deal with that. Lol. (One of the reasons as a kid I figured I probably was secretely a boy). Then some bullying-ish stuff... well, I realized that I was the grown-up and it was my job to provide a safe environment, and that was quite difficult. I ended up comforting and naming what was happening, but not being able to really solve or help a lot with the situation. Something to ponder more. Maybe I should have taken the responsibility to speak more sternly, I don't know. Teaching is hard.
The good part about it was that I was able to be playful with the kids. When I started this teaching job some years ago I struggled so much to be playful (and to be bold), because small parts would be activated just from being around kids. Now I can clearly stay in an adult state of mind, still be playful and curious, and have the experience be nurturing to the small parts inside even if I focus attention to the outside. That's a really big win.
In other news, Mae and I merged for a while. I think I can vaguely feel her be separate again now, but I'm not sure. Really freaking wild that we're on the path towards integration.
Now I feel Lucas on the foreground again, and his fear to go outside in daylight. I really hope we can manage to go and get some groceries for the week. We really need to get in some calories and vitamins.
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Hoe fairy give us Lando eating Daniel’s cum from her cunt. Please. I need it. Everybody needs it!🥴
The 2021 Monaco GP Pt.2
or the night you didn’t mind being stuck between the McLarens
part one
You walked into the club, the bass of the music resonating off the walls as you forced your hips to move you forward. Your hips were sore, and you hoped your limp wasn’t as pronounced as it felt.
Daniel had taken you again, eager to fill you” with just a bit more cum” before he had you leave his room. Your cheeks burned as you nodded at colleagues, the image of Daniel pouring water on to his dick to clean your juices off of it was seared in your mind. It made you delirious, the way he cleaned himself while he reminded you not to do the same.
And you’d been obedient, walked with clenched thighs to your car and then through the hotel to your own room. You’d gotten ready, barely any cum on your panties from how deeply Daniel had cum in you and how your cunt still pulsed and kept it inside. It was filthy, so filthy, and you had no doubt that you wouldn’t have been able to do the same for any other man.
Now, here you were, at a bar with your team in a short dress with no panties on and your pussy full of Daniel Ricciardo.
Everyone had really branched off to their own groups, so you being the new one were free to float around as causally as you could while looking for Lando. You were obedient after all, and Daniel had made it very clear what he wanted, just as Lando had before him.
���Looking for someone?”
You pivoted on your heels and came face to face with Lando, a smug look on his face. He looked like a kid with a secret, like he’d been the one with his mouth on you and not the other way around.
No matter, he’ll have his mouth on me soon enough.
“Just looking for someone to hang out with.” you answered nonchalantly, you wished you had a drink in your hand to make yourself look more nonchalant, “I don’t know many people quite yet, remember?”
Lando giggled before he took a peek around, and when he saw that the ambiance was too dark, that people were far from the two of you, he leaned into your space, “Wanna hang with me?”
“Maybe.”
“I always find these things to be so boring,” Lando sighed dramatically as he took a step into your space and lowered the hand holding his own drink, “but we can go have some fun, can’t we?”
You looked up at him with your head tilted, trying and failing to read him. You wondered what he had been told, if Daniel had told him anything, but it was futile. Lando was a closed book when he wanted to be, and that was the dark mystery that had gotten you on your knees for him in the first place.
“What do you think?” he rasped.
“Let’s go.” you nodded.
Lando grabbed your wrist and left his drink at a table that you passed, dragging you out the back of the venue. One last look over your shoulder and you shivered, making brief eye contact with Daniel as he caught your eye.
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“Look so good.”
Lando’s words melted into your skin as his lips pressed them into the skin of your collarbones. The rough, course stucco of the wall behind you rubbed against the back of your head as you were pressed into it by Lando. You’d only made it to the end of the alleyway before Lando had seemed to snap and take advantage of having found the darkest part of the alley.
Coincidentally, the shimmering lights of the hotel were visible if you just craned your neck a bit. You were so close to the end, right next to the alley entrance, right next to the main road. The only thing giving you privacy was the darkness and the dumpster you were next to.
Filthy.
“Knew you were a slut the second I saw you,” Lando mumbled into your ear as his fingers pinched the fabric of your dress at your hips, “could practically smell you at the factory, bet you have a nice little pussy, don’t you?”
You gasped as Lando shoved your dress up, his words and touch were intoxicating, and the way his actions mirrored Daniel’s from before had you delirious.
“Look at you,” he bit your neck before his fingers gripped your bare waist, “pussy out and about to cum, I haven’t even touched you, darling,” he chuckled darkly, “do you want me to touch you?”
His thumbs went from tracing circles into your flesh to squeezing you, making you whimper, “yes.” you hissed.
“Yes, what?” One of Lando’s hands dragged up your body and pulled your head, forcing it to tilt back and your eyes to pop open from the tug.
“Yes, Daddy.” You mumbled, your eyes glassy from want, “Please touch me.” you sounded pathetic to your own ears, panting, breathless and needy.
You licked your lips, the anticipation settled in your stomach in a heady excitement. You knew what Lando would feel, but you wouldn’t know what he would do until it happened.
You bit your lip as Lando’s foot kicked yours, spreading your legs apart. Standing with your legs shoulder length apart, you saw the ledge of the dumpster next to you and kicked your leg up so your foot was propped on it. You were completely opened up towards the street.
In that moment, you felt two distinct feelings: the cool night air touching your slick lips, and a tug from gravity inside of you.
The warmth that you thought had grown in the pit of your stomach suddenly moved, and dragged like honey inside of you. It wasn’t until your entrance suddenly warmed that you realized that Daniel was finally going to drip out of you.
“Let’s see what you have for Daddy...” Lando kissed your cheek as his finger skimmed your inner thigh, teasing your propped up leg, “All open like a whore.” he teased.
His finger traced your lip, and pressed on your clit till you squeaked. He giggled as he ran his middle finger down to your entrance. He’d been so eager to just slide his digit into you, you could tell from the way he slid himself between your lips, but when you felt him stop abruptly, you knew he could feel it.
“What’s this?”
You squeezed your eyes shut, they stung from unshed tears as the sheer want and humiliation coursed through your veins.
You cried out as Lando circled the tip of his finger around your leaking cunt, “Dripping with cum like a whore.” You could feel your thigh shaking, but when you went to put it down, Lando slapped it with his other hand, “Daddy didn’t say to close your legs.”
Your hip ached with the strain to stay stretched as you were but you didn’t dare move anymore, or open your eyes.
“Who’s is it?” Lando asked softly, still playing with the cum that seeped from your entrance.
You swallowed thickly, “Daniel’s.”
Lando scoffed and shoved his finger into you, making you whine loudly. Your mouth stayed open as Lando swirled his finger inside of you, stirring up your cunt until Daniel’s juices audibly slushed inside of you.
“This is more than once.”
Lando tsk’d, quickly thrusting his finger into you so you could feel and hear the wet, sopping suck and clap of Daniel’s juices as it lubed Lando’s rough fingering.
“How many times?”
“Twice.” you whispered.
“Was it good?”
You shook your head and bit your lip, some tears escaped your shut eyes and dripped down your cheeks.
“What did he say?” Lando hissed as he pressed his whole finger into you, down to the second knuckle before he wiggled the anchored digit inside of you.
“He, he- Daniel told me not to clean myself. To le-leave it for you.”
“And why would he do that, huh?”
“He tas-ted you in my, my mouth.” you shuddered, “He wanted-d you to, to eat me out.”
Lando laughed, and you took the opportunity to wipe your face and open your eyes to face him. Lando looked so amused as he watched you fall apart, as he listened to your filthy words. Your cheeks burned so bad you thought they’d fall off in that alley.
“Well,” Lando shrugged, “guess fair is fair.”
Your eyes widened as you watched Lando drop to his knees, his hands came up and spread you wide.
“Knew it’d be pretty.” he told you.
You could feel his thumbs spreading your lower lips, right where your entrance was, and you heard the bubbly squelch of your messy pussy as it opened for Lando. You squeezed your eyes shut as nothing happened for a moment, and you felt nothing but the drag of gravity pulling Daniel’s cum from you.
Until you felt hot breath on your cunt, and the wet tip of Lando’s tongue lick your lips. Your lips parted as he licked around your entrance, cleaning off the remnants of Daniel that had leaked out of you during this encounter. Your nails scratched the wall behind you, and your leg shook.
You moaned loud, way too loud given where you were when Lando’s mouth suddenly sealed over your pussy and sucked. You felt the warmth and drag of a dollop of Daniel’s cum burst from your entrance and into Lando’s waiting mouth. The feeling was so erotic, Lando’s sinful mouth sucked and licked at you as Daniel leaked from your core. And there was just so much of it, and Lando was thorough.
Your thighs shook, your hips ached, your cunt leaked and leaked until you weren’t sure whether it was Daniel or you that Lando tasted on his tongue. Your nipples hardened and ached and your clit pulsed from the cool night air and the utter neglect it was experiencing. It was hard to cum without any nipple or clitoral stimulation, which you didn’t think Lando knew until he slapped your hands away from your chest.
“This is for me, remember?” Lando brattily told you before he licked at you again.
You shivered from his tone, from the finality in it. The way he clearly decided your body was for his pleasure, the way Daniel and him so clearly used you to pleasure each other. It was erotic and hot, and you loved it. You never wanted this game to end.
“How do I taste?”
Just when you thought you wouldn’t be able to cum, Daniel’s voice pushed you right to that edge in that instant. Your head lulled to the side and you could feel Lando’s head shift between your legs, both of you saw the Aussie at the same time as he came from the direction you had both come from just moments ago.
“Not bad.” Lando responded before he sucked on your clit and made you cry out.
“Pussy was good.” Daniel told Lando as he walked right up to you so casually, “Had to cum in it twice.”
“So tight, mate, I’ve had to suck you out of her.” Lando moaned.
“Yes, yes it is.” Daniel chuckled.
You leaned against the wall and listened to the men talk about your cunt as your chest jumped against the wall, your heartbeat simultaneously beating out of your chest and your pussy. Your cunt ached, your clit was pulsing and you felt like you were about to cum, which was accentuated by the way you were panting.
“Think she’s gonna cum from us talking about it.” Daniel smirked at you, not a trace of mercy on his features.
“Oh, I bet. I haven’t let her touch herself once. She’s basically gagging for it.”
Daniel smirked at you before he full on laughed as he watched your eyes roll back into your head as he stroked your cheek.
“Alright, kid, on your feet, think it’s time to move this party.”
Your eyes popped up and you couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a loud whine, which both men ignored as they looked at each other and talked. Your legs lowered and your dress slipped back down, making you decent. You could barely focus on what they were saying, still so caught up in just feeling. Their words seemed to return to you as Daniel shoved a card into your hand. It had the hotel logo and his room number on it. When you looked up at him, Lando and him were looking at you expectedly.
He nodded his head towards the alleyway entrance, “Go on, walk ahead of us. The boys need to talk shop and we don’t wanna spoil anything for you.”
You swallowed and said nothing, every inch of your body shaking with want as you shuffled past them. You squeaked as one of them slapped your ass as you walked past. You stumbled on to the sidewalk and walked towards the hotel a mere two blocks away. Looking over your shoulder, the McLaren drivers followed a few feet behind you.
Lando smiled at you, his head partially turned since he had been obviously listening closely to his older teammate. Daniel was much more dismissive and just waved his hand at you to keep going and to turn back around.
Obediently, you pushed the door to the hotel lobby entrance open and walked to the elevators, Daniel’s key card gripped between your fingers.
Part 3
#w#hoe fairy#ln#dr#Monaco gp pt 2#YESSSSS#part 3 soon#sorry if you thought they'd be nice#im feeling like pain is the way to goooo#Monaco drabbles
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