finished rewatching rtd era. literally took me uhm. two and a half months. in fucking shambles rn
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someone like you! max verstappen
pairing: max verstappen x sunshine! gf! reader
summary: in which max's girlfriend has the sweetest, brightest and most sunshine aura ever and he punches someone
genre: social media au!
warnings: confusing to read....I think
word count: 1.3k
author's note: this took me like hours only because I kept falling asleep but anyways hope you enjoy, I'm always open to feedback and suggestions
faceclaim: taylor hill
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yourusername my boys and their favorite person(if not me who else)😚❤
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ynsdefender oh.....your're still with him
landonorris did you force max to take that picture
yourusername he was annoyed but he did it anyways😭
lewishamilton when are you going to let draco visit
yourusername as soon as max unbans him from the jet😕
ynismother why is he even banned😭😂
yourusername max just hates draco thats why
maxverstappen1 he destroyed my gaming room and jet seats.
yourusername #unvalid #yourjustahater #maybehedidbuthesjustababy
f1nynlover82 when is she gonna break up with this toxic ass man
princess_yn I don't know someone like y/n can date max he's so rude and grumpy all the time
f1lover101 tell him to crash on sunday
yourusername no.
maxverstappen1 he's a bit too fat for that sweater but cute
yourusername take that back!!!
yourusername draco is not fat, he just has very big bones😔
maxverstappen1 ━ 5 hours ago
sundays used to be max's favorite days, especially when he could indulge in his passion for the track. however, ever since he began dating you, race weekends have become something he dreads. it's not that he doesn't enjoy your company; he cherishes the energy you bring, appreciates the support you provide, and especially loves the good luck kiss you give him. what bothers him, though, is the way everyone around them gushes over you, diverting your attention away from him. it's especially aggravating when other drivers comment on how they can't believe he's dating someone like you.
he's seen numerous remarks from fans and articles about his role in your relationship. while some of these are obviously false, others make him question whether he's truly the right person for you.
she noticed a subtle change in max's demeanor as they walked through the paddock. the usual spark in his eyes seemed dimmed, and she couldn't shake off the feeling that something was bothering him.
"max, is everything okay?" y/n asked, concern evident in her voice.
he flashed a quick smile, attempting to brush off any worry. "yeah, yeah, everything's fine. just thinking about the race, you know how it is."
but she didn't know how it it cause max has never been nervous especially in a season where has been dominating ever chance he got
gently touching his arm, stopping him in his tracks. "max, I know you well enough to tell when something's on your mind. you can talk to me."
max hesitated, a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. "it's really nothing, y/n. just pre-race jitters. i've got to get ready for the race, focus and all that."
she nodded, though a sense of disappointment lingered. "okay, max. if you say so. i'm here if you need anything."
as max hurried off, leaving y/n alone with her thoughts, a wave of concern washed over her. his unusual behavior made her even more concerned, which she couldn't get rid of. she felt like he was hiding something. left feeling unhappy and wondering what was really going on with max, so she hoped that before the race started, he would open up and tell her whatever was really going through.
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max sat across from y/n as she baked cookies, cakes, banana bread—whatever she could to keep her hands busy. she usually only did this when she was nervous or upset, and in this case, she was fuming with rage. It had been two days since max had punched george, an incident that landed him in trouble with the FIA. y/n, on the other hand, had not talked to him at all during that time at all. the woman remained silent when he tried to explain in the garage, didn't utter a word on the ride to their hotel, and maintained her silence even as they packed their bags for the jet to leave the next day.
the tension in the air was obvious, and max could feel it like a heavy weight on his chest. he hesitated for a moment before cautiously breaking the silence, "y/n, can we talk about this? I know what I did was wrong, and I shouldn't have let my emotions get the best of me."
y/n continued to focus on her baking, her jaw clenched. the rhythmic sounds of her mixing and the measured inhales and exhales were the only responses he received
"I messed up, and I'm truly sorry," max continued, his gaze fixed on her, searching for any sign of acknowledgment.
y/n sighed, finally setting down the mixing bowl and turning to face him. "max, I just don't get it. you've been off lately, and all of a sudden, you're just punching people out of nowhere. It's not like you, and it's scaring me."
max nodded, regret etched across his features. "I know, schat. I've let my frustrations get the better of me, and I can't excuse what I did."
y/n's frustration spilled out as she continued, "you can't just keep apologizing, max. I need to understand what's going on with you. It's not just about the incident with george; it's about you being different, distant."
max ran a hand through his hair, a mix of guilt and remorse in his eyes. "It's just... the pressure, the expectations. and seeing everyone react like this, it's getting to me. But that's no excuse for what I did."
she sighed, softening a bit, "max, I get it. racing is tough, and people can be cruel. but you need to talk to me. I'm here for you, always."
max nodded, appreciating her willingness to listen. "and there's something else bothering me," he admitted, glancing down briefly before meeting her eyes. "the boys and the fans... they make fun of me for having such a nice girlfriend. they think I'm too rude and mean to deserve someone like you."
her expression softened. "max, you can't let what others say get to you. I'm here because I care about you, not what anyone else thinks. you don't have to prove anything to them."
max sighed, "I know, y/n. It just feels like everything is piling up. I should have talked to you about it instead of letting it all build up."
she left the baking, wiped her hands, and came around the table to stand beside him. tenderly, she reached up, cupping his face in her hands, and said, "we'll figure it out together, max. just promise me you won't shut me out when things get tough."
he looked into her eyes, feeling a warmth in his chest. "I promise, schat. I need you more than ever right now." as a silent reassurance, y/n leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead and lips.
"now, you have to apologize to george," y/n said gently, her hands still cradling max's face.
max sighed, his expression momentarily shifting into a pout. "I know, but do I have to? It's just... he really got on my nerves."
y/n couldn't help but laugh at his reluctant demeanor. "max, it's the right thing to do. not just for george but for you too. clearing the air will make everything better, I promise."
max rolled his eyes playfully, realizing he couldn't resist her persuasiveness. "Fine, fine. I'll do it for you, though, not for him."
she chuckled, giving him a playful nudge. "that's the spirit. I appreciate it, my handsome boy."
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f1news photos taken from a mutual friend of max and y/n's instagram story have been trending on twitter. people are shocked to see both george and max hanging out, and fans are confused about whether the two have mended their differences, especially following the recent incident of max punching george after the race.
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ynsfanpage62 not max going in for a kiss behind his gfs back😭
yourusername they told me I was basically a third wheel now😔😐
maxverstappen1 who said that?!?
georgerussell I don't recall that coming out of my mouth
yourusername maybe you would remember if you weren't so hung up on MY BOYFRIEND!!!
georgerussull not my fault he preferred my company😏
maxverstappen1 🧍🏻♂️
maxiesgf not george and y/n fighting over max
f1lover bye I just know y/n made that boy apologize
yourusername and did.
f1lover as you should
landonorris I don't know how I feel about this
landonorris max is suppose to be mine😔
yourusername don't worry lan he'll always be yours😚
maxverstappen1 STOP ENTERTAINING THIS!
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is it possible to have olivia meet charles daughter?😭 dad driver fics are my favorite! don’t worry if you can’t, love your works!❤️
The beginning of a friendship┃C.L M.V
summary: where emma jules and olivia verstappen meet
I'm back!!! So so cute this new duo!🥲💗
It was a hot day of racing in the Formula 1 paddock, the sound of cars accelerating filled the air. Charles, the Ferrari driver, walked hand in hand with his pretty daughter Emma Jules. Emma, with her eyes shining, held on tightly to her father's hand as they walked through the place.
Meanwhile, Red Bull Racing driver Max was also accompanied by his 6-year-old daughter, Olivia. Liv, with her blonde hair bouncing as she jumped alongside her father, was eager to explore the thrill of the race.
When they arrived at the track, Olivia's eyes widened with excitement at the sights and sounds of the racing world. But her attention quickly changed when she noticed a girl who appeared to be the same age near her, along with a man in a red suit similar to her father's.
With an excited sound, she waved her father's hand to get his attention.
¿What happend angel?
¿Who's that girl over there daddy?
!Oh, that's charles with his daughter, do you want to say hi to them?
!Yes, yes¡
Max smiled and walked towards Charles with Olivia by his side "Hey, Charles! How are you?"
"Hey, Max, great, you?" Charles responded with a warm smile. "This is my daughter, Emma. And I see you have liv with you today."
Max nodded and his eyes sparkled. "Yes, this is Olivia. She's been dying to meet your little girl since she heard that she would be in the same race as her and would have someone to play with."
Emma, sensing the attention directed at her, peeked behind her father's shoulder, her small hand clutching Charles's shirt.
"Hi, Emma! I'm Olivia Verstappen!" Olivia chirped, taking a step closer, her enthusiasm palpable.
Emma's response was a timid movement, her cheeks flushed with shyness as she buried her face against Charles's chest.
Charles laughed softly, rubbing Emma's back to reassure her. "It's okay, Emm. Olivia is just excited to meet you."
Max crouched down next to Olivia and put a hand on her shoulder. "Emma's a little shy, Liv. Why don't you show her your toys?"
Olivia's eyes widened with excitement as she reached into her small backpack and pulled out some dolls. "Look, Emma! Isn't this great?"
Faced with this action, Charles took Emma out of his arms but she was still a little shy, so she hid behind her father's leg.
Peeking out from behind her father's leg, Emma cast a curious glance at the dolls before tentatively reaching out to touch them. Her fingers touched the pretty dress of one of them and a slight smile appeared at the corners of her lips.
Max and Charles exchanged a knowing smile as they watched the two girls join tentatively over the dolls. Slowly but surely, Emma's shyness faded, replaced by a new sense of curiosity and excitement.
They discovered a shared love for the color pink, and from that moment on, they were inseparable.
Try as they might, Max and Charles couldn't keep the girls apart. Olivia's boundless energy and Emma's newfound confidence kept them attached at the hip all day, much to the amusement of the racing teams and fans.
As the sun began to set on the circuit and the race ended, Max and Charles exchanged bewildered glances. It seemed like their daughters had formed an unbreakable bond in just a few hours.
"Looks like we're in for a long road," Max laughed, as he and Charles resigned themselves to the inevitable play date.
That night they met at Charles's house, where Charles's wife Y/N warmly welcomed Max, his wife, and Liv. The girls wasted no time raiding Emma's collection of costumes, transforming themselves into princesses with joy.
Over a delicious dinner prepared by Y/N, Max and Charles shared stories of their own childhood pranks, marveling at the unlikely friendship blossoming before their eyes.
As the night came to an end, Max couldn't help but smile as he saw Olivia and Emma fast asleep on the couch, wrapped in a tight embrace.
That day, a new friendship was made at the paddock.
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Haikyuu men as fathers pt 2.
Part 1, Part 3, Part 4
Ft. Kuroo, Tendou, Atsumu, and Tsukki.
Decided instead of babies I wanted to do slightly older kids! :)
CW: Indication of pregnancy, relationships, marriage and some angst for tsukki’s
Enjoy lovelies <33
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Kuroo Tetsuro:
“Nap time! If my two munchkins don’t go to take a nap, the nap time monster will come out!” He hears little playful shrieks from his son and daughter.
“But Daddy, I don’t want to!” His daughter whines. A soft smile arose on his face as he bent down to his 6 year old daughter’s level. “Mommy will get mad at me if you little nuggets don’t go lay down.” Kuroo covers his eyes and pretends to cry.
His son comes out of nowhere and starts trying to comfort him. “Don’t cry daddy! Umiko and me will go lay down! Come on sissy, we don’t want daddy to cry anymore.” 6 year old Shinji drags his twin sister to their room.
As soon as he’s sure they’ve turned the corner a lopsided grin appears on his face, “works every time.”
He is a dad boss no questions asked
You need a break from the kids? He’ll take them to the park and get all their energy out
For the first couple of months of their lives you would have to drag Kuroo out of their room because his 6’2” ass would get in the crib and sleep with his babies
He DEFINITELY took some time off of work to be there for you and the babies
He always makes corny dad jokes (most likely about science) “Why are chemists excellent for solving problems?” …. “They have all the solutions.”
omg he thinks his jokes are so fucking funny too (his kids learn the hyena laugh 🤦🏽♀️)
Whenever you’re away he always sends pictures of what he and the kids are up to.
idgaf abt what you say, that man can COOK
Tendou Satori:
“You can’t tell mom I let you have chocolate before dinner, ‘kay?” He looks into his 9 year old daughter’s eyes waiting for her response.
“It’s our little secret!” She giggles and man is laughing contagious because Tendou starts to laugh too. You were working a little later than usual so Tendou picked up Mayumi even though it wasn’t his day to do so. “What do you want for dinner, May?”
Her eyes widen at the statement. Which tells Tendou a WHOLE lot “Dad’s cooking?!” She asks not because she’s excited but because she’s scared for her life. Tendou may be a chocolatier but this man is not a very good cook unless it’s pasta.
“Nah, we’re gonna stop and get dinner before we go home. Dad’s gotta close shop though, so I thought I’d ask so we can order.”
She hops off the counter and does a cute little dance. I mean.. it’s in her genes. “You’re the best, Dad!”
He shakes his head with a smile, “oh I try!”
SO PROTECTIVE
The second he finds out someone was messing with his baby, he called the teacher and talked things out with her
He is a sucker for spoiling, you often scold him for it but he still does it anyway
He SINGS HIS DAUGHTER TO SLEEP>>>>>
He is the “ouchie” police, his daughter would always giggle but anytime she stubbed her toe on a chair or something he’d start talking to whatever caused his little girl pain and start scolding it (he knows it makes her feel better)
NOT a cook please he will burn the place by accident
Definitely ruined some intimate moments because instead of walking baby girl back to bed he gets dressed and offers to let her cuddle with you guys in the bed (after changing sheets ofc) (he wants his little girl to feel loved)
When she was a baby he’d call you every hour while he was at work to make sure you and the baby are okay
He almost passed out when the school called saying Mayumi broke her leg
He rushed her to the hospital so fast “dw baby, daddy’s here for you.” “I know it hurts princess.”
He went around interrogating the kids in her class thinking one of them pushed her, he was shocked to find out she climbed to the top of the playground and jumped off of it 😭
Definitely got his daughter obsessed with frogs
Miya Atsumu:
“Mama’s gonna kill us! What’s yer last words?” He says in slight shock. His sons start crying thinking that you were actually gonna kill them.
“Not literally boys! Just… this mess- oh jeez.” He looks around bubbles and soap all over the floor.
Atsumu told the twins to ‘be good and color ‘til papa’s done in the shower’ and he came back to this. Dawn dish soap all over the floor and bubbles galore.
The cherry on top had to be that the dog was soaking in mixed berry juice because five year old Kosuke tried to pour himself a cup of juice.
“Alright! C’mon boys, we gotta tidy up before mama gets home!” You would be home in 2 hours…
They cleaned up the bubble mess, after being distracted like 10 times and having a few bubble fights.
Next was giving the twins a bath. Which proved to be harder than it needed to be. Kosuke was mad at Kensuke because he kept showing him his butt. Honestly, Atsumu had to keep himself from laughing.
“That’s enough, Ken. Nobody want to see yer lil butt. Hurry up ‘n wash cuz papa still has to bathe Shoko.” Kensuke’s bad self is splashing water in the tub and it’s getting all over his twin. Kosuke doesn’t like it so he smacks his brother and the latter begins to cry.
“DADDY, K-KO KOSUKE HIT ME, AHHHHHHH.” Atsumu rubs his temple. He all but freezes when he feels a soft hand kneed into his shoulder.
“Seems like you guys had a great time, Shoko’s covered in juice.” He turns his head to look at you.
“it’s not what ya think, hon!” You shake your head at him.
“Ko, don’t hit your brother. When papa is being annoying you don’t see me hitting him, now do you?” He answers honestly, “sometimes you do… you’ll punch papa’s shoulder.”
He got you there lol. “Well that’s more out of love. Apologize to him and you,” you point to your little trouble maker, “don’t provoke your brother, got it?” He nods and goes to rub his eyes. Which is why he started crying for the second time because he got soap in his eyes…
Anyway after their bath and dinner the boys were sent to bed. Shoko was bathed and you and Atsumu were laying in bed.
“I shoulda been watching them..” he admits. You agree. “You live and you learn ‘Tsumu.”
He had no idea what he was doing at first tbh
he can be a bit lazy w the boys sometimes but in the end he pulls it together
The type of dad to make you sit there and say cheese for 500 years while he tries to get the perfect picture
He was mad cuz he thought the twins loved samu more than him
he was sad when they didn’t seem too interested in volleyball “Atsumu, they’re five.” … “Still!”
Impulsively bought a dog cuz his sons wouldn’t stop talking abt having one
In the end he loves his boys very much and would do anything for them
Tsukishima Kei:
“I hate you mom! I really wanted to go!” Your 13 year old daughter slammed her door. She was angry because you didn’t let her go to a dance some kid in her class was hosting. It’s not that she particularly wanted to go, she was just mad that her 17 year old brother got to go out to his friend’s party.
Your husband emerges from his office, he adjusts his glasses and looked at you with curiosity. You sigh hugging him, “Kei.. am I a bad mother?” He squeezes you in the hug, “not in the slightest. We’re doing what’s best for them. What’s got her so upset?”
“She wants to go to this party but I said no because I don’t know any of the parents there. Also, I’m just scared something will happen to her.”
He rubs your back in a comforting way. “I’ll let her go-” you interrupt, “Kei!” He gives you a quick peck to the lips.
“Wasn’t done…” you stayed quiet waiting for him to finish. He clears his throat. “As I was saying… I’ll allow her to go if I chaperone. If she doesn’t like that she won’t go.” He decided and you sigh in relief.
“I’ll go order pizza. Can you talk to her?” He nods, “Supreme.” You roll your eyes at him and smile. “I know what you like dummy.” He playfully flips you off and you laugh in shock at how childish he is even though he’s past his prime years.
He walks over to Hanae’s door and knocks softly. “Go away mom! I don’t like you!” Tsukishima shakes his head. He’s not going to tolerate her disrespecting you, the person who birthed her. He opens the door and she’s on her bed with her headphones on and dried tears on her face.
“Dad…” She already knew what was to come. She knows he doesn’t like when she disrespects you like that. “Don’t say you hate her. She’s your mother, Hanae. It hurts her to hear those words come from your mouth.” She lowers her head and takes her headphones off.
“I didn’t mean it..” her voice is small. Tsukishima handles the situation as he usually would, find the root of the problem (even though he already knew)
“What made you say it?” He sat on her bed and pat a spot next to him basically telling her to come closer. “Um.. I wanted to go to this dance a guy a know is hosting but she said no…” her eyes didn’t meet her father’s.
“Why’d you want to go so bad?” He says bringing her chin up so she looks right into his eyes. He knows she hates it but direct communication is key, even facial expressions can reveal the slightest things.
“W-well. Ugh, why am I crying this is so stupid.” She pauses to wipe her eyes.
“You guys let Akihiko go where ever he wants but I can’t go anywhere! I hate it!” She turns her head away, Tsukki can hear the little sniffles.
“Not true. A lot of stuff that he went to when he was younger, he was chaperoned. We just barely started letting him go out alone so he can get a taste of real life. You can ask him yourself. You’re only thirteen, don’t rush it. Also your mother and I just want to protect you from dangerous situations. Your mom doesn’t know any of the people there which is why she said no.” Tsukki is once again rubbing circles into someone’s back.
“There are so many bad people in the world and we just want to make you a little safer.” She turns back to face him, she scoots closer to her dad so she can hug him.
“I’m sorry.” She says through sniffles. “I’m not the one you need to apologize to.” She nods, “I need a minute.” He strokes her hair as she finishes letting it all out.
“I told your mother you can go if I chaperone you.” He explains after she’s calmed down.
“Dad, you’re gonna embarrass me.” She says with a giggle, tears now drying up.
“Damn right I will. I’ll tell all those hungry little boys that you eat your boogers and you don’t shower for weeks.” He says with a sly grin. She frowns, “dad no!”
He pats her back, “alright kid go apologize if you really mean it.” You and your daughter make up and eat pizza together :3
VERY logical
also super protective
100% the kind of dad who loves his kids but puts his wife first
He’s the bad cop parent while you’re the good cop parent
He loves family cooking night where you guys cook together
he will embarrass both his children in front of their crushes (and thinks it’s the funniest thing ever)
He just seems like the kind of dad to fall asleep and get colored on 😭 they give him a lil mustache and a uni-brow
I feel like he kinda always sides with Hanae for the most part bc he was a little sibling so he knows her pain lmao
he be bragging abt his kids “Akihiko is only six and he’s already reading flawlessly” “Oh, Hanae already did that when she was three”
you wanted to delay the sex talk but like Tsukki was so blunt and just told them 😭
He’s always teasing you “If you don’t be careful Akihiko you might end up with someone as annoying as your mom” you just glare and he snickers
Such a proud dad and has a video of every one of his kids’ firsts
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Hey can I pls request asking bf chan if you can give him a handjob for the first time and then making him cum all over your hand 🤭
This took me to a headspace that is currently causing brain rot so thank you for ruining me 😭This is a lot longer than I intended for it to be but I promise its worth it lol Enjoy! 💕
Free Time - Boyfriend!Bang Chan x Fem!Reader - Imagine
Word Count: 2,572
Warnings under the cut
✨Masterlist✨
✨Part 2: First Time✨
Warnings: Cursing, Cum tasting (for like a second), that should be all of the warnings? So Sorry if I missed any!
Reader is Called: Baby, Babygirl
Chan is called: Babe
Your relationship with Chan was nothing but sunshine, rainbows, and sexual tension. The two of you have only been dating for six months and you both agreed to take it very slow when it came to physical intimacy. You’ve done some stuff like making out, teasing each other over your clothes and even a bit of dry humping while making out but you have yet to fully expose yourselves to each other.
Today was one of Chan’s very rare days off and he promised to spend every second of it with you instead of working. The two of you spent the day doing absolute nonsense, you stayed in bed until noon and then ordered the most tasty yet unhealthy breakfast that you could imagine. Neither of you bothered to get dressed, you wore a flimsy tank top and panties and he wore nothing but a pair of basketball shorts. The two of you flipped through channels and played uno a couple of times until he got sick of losing. You played a silly game of hide and seek and even had a pillow fight. Your entire day seemed to come straight out of a rom com and you weren’t mad at that one bit. As it got later in the day your energy seemed to die down just a bit, the two of you decided to just chill and listen to music about two hours ago but it only brought your burst of energy back when Chan decided to try and teach you the choreo to Red Lights.
“You know I suck at dancing” You laughed as you tried to follow along with his directions.
“I know but this one is so easy.” He chuckled as he watched you mess up the move for the millionth time.
“I quit.”
You playfully throw your hands up in defeat and move to change the song since the two of you have now listened to the Red Lights a gazillion times. Chan plops down on the couch, and you study him quickly as you move to sit next to him. He’s sweating slightly from trying to teach you the choreography and he’s slouched into the couch and man spreading in such a sexy way that you almost think that you’re crazy for thinking it. As you sit next to him your eyes catch a glimpse of the slight tent in his black shorts and you can’t help but to stare for a bit. Luckily, Chan has his head tilted and resting on the back of the couch with his eyes closed as he breathes softly, if it weren’t for his slight exhaustion your staring wouldn’t be all that subtle.
“What time is it?” He asks with a sigh as he lifts his head to look at the digital clock on the wall in front of you two. “Oh wow, ten o’clock already? It feels like it's six.”
You chuckle and nod but your mind is on anything but the time right now. You quickly glance down at the outline of Chan’s member through his shorts before moving closer to him and throwing your leg over his knee and laying your head on his chest.
“What should we do now? We’ve spent the entire day being adult children.” Chan wraps his arm around your shoulder slightly holding you against him and his fingers start tracing imaginary circles into your skin.
“We could try to wind down for the night. Maybe I’ll go shower and you can do your little night time routine, put on your diffuser and dim the lights and stuff.” You smiled at the fact that he knew you so well, there was a certain atmosphere you liked to create in the house before you went to bed. You liked everything to feel soft and sensual but you weren’t sure if you were ready to give up the hyper fun vibes that were weaved into today quite yet.
“Maybe” You moved your leg, throwing it over both of his and positioned yourself so that you were straddling him. “Or we could enjoy each other's company a bit longer.”
Chan’s hands found a home on your waist as he looked up at you with bright playful eyes. “Yeah? How would you like to enjoy my company, babygirl?”
His lips turned into a grin and he bit his tongue slightly in anticipation. You stared down at him with the same sparkling look in your eyes but your gaze was less playful, there was a glaze of lust over your eyes that Chan was slowly noticing. You know that he noticed it because you could feel the evidence hardening near your heat.
“I think you know how.” You whispered as you leaned down towards his ear and left small kiss down his jawline. He let out a low groan as you continued to pepper light kisses all over his neck.
“Baby, what exactly is it that you want to do?”
“Well, I still want to take it slow with you.” You kissed the shell of his ear in between sentences. “But, I saw that you were semi-hard and now I can feel that you’re completely bricked up.”
You chuckle lightly when Chan moans quietly from you sucking on his earlobe. “So, I was thinking that maybe… I could give you a hand job?”
You pull away from his neck to get a glimpse of his facial expression and honestly you can’t tell how he feels about it. You’ve never seen such an expression on his face before, it almost looks like a cross between excitement and confusion.
“You want to jerk me off?” He asks bluntly, making you blush slightly. You shake your head in confirmation and Chan swallows hard as his eyes search yours “Are you sure”
“I’m so so sure” You slowly get off of his lap and stand in front of him. He takes you in for a second, your pretty cotton panties are hugging your hips and your tank top is so thin that it might as well not exist. One of your tank top straps is falling off of your shoulder and your hair is back in a messy ponytail, his hungry eyes scanning you only makes him harder and his dick twitches as a result. You notice the movement and smile towards him.
“Can I? Are you okay with that?” He shakes his head before managing to get a meek ‘yes’ out of his mouth. You drop to your knees in front of him and trail your hands up his calves and then up his thighs under his shorts. Chan holds his breath for a second as you get closer to his member but he shakily exhales when you move your hands back down his legs.
He watches your every move and keeps a close eye on your body language, he wants to make sure that you enjoy yourself too. You smile up at him as you excitedly sit up on your knees and reach for the waistline of his shorts giving them a slight tug before dipping them down and freeing his hard cock. You’ve only ever felt his member during make out sessions or when he got hard from you being on top of him, this is the first time that you’ve ever seen his cock and gosh to say that you’re impressed would be an understatement. You shimmy his shorts down a bit more down his thighs before lightly touching his hard dick and taking in just how perfect it looked. It’s a bit darker than the rest of his body and has a pretty prominent vein running along the bottom of it. The tip of his cock is red and dripping in anticipation and only one thought pops into your head.
“I did this to you?” He grins down at you and shakes his head.
“You always do, baby.” You grin back at him before running your hand up and down his shaft a couple of times trying to get used to the feel of his smooth skin and get accustomed to his thickness. “Fuck”
Chan’s head falls back against the couch at the friction and it only encourages you to do more. You lightly run your hand over the head of his cock and his hips slightly buck into your hand. You rub the pre-cum leaking from his cock across his tip with your thumb and he moans at the sensation.
“Baby, I’m really sensitive. It’s been awhile.” You shake your head in acknowledgement before spitting in your free hand and bringing it to his shaft. He watches as you take your second hand and smear your spit over his cock. A low groan erupts from his throat as his brows furrowed and he bites his lip slightly.
“Tell me if I do anything you don’t like or if I can do anything different, okay?” He shakes his head with a slight smirk.
“Of course but you’re doing fucking amazing right now.” You shake your head before bringing your hand back up to your mouth and spitting in it again. You wet his cock and then slowly start to stroke him with your wet hand. “Oh fuck.”
You try to keep a consistent rhythm while you pump his length, slowly increasing the speed as he melts into your touch. “Just like that, don’t slow down.”
You maintain the speed that he likes but you decide to spice it up a little. You lick your other hand and wrap it around his tip, stroking up and down at the same pace that you're stroking his shaft. His hips buck into your hand again and he runs a hand through his hair before taking a hand full in his fist and slightly pulling at it. “Oh baby, you’re doing so fucking good.”
Your mouth waters a bit as you watch how he reacts to you. His facial expressions and the way that his toes curl at the pleasure makes you want to give him more. You can’t help but to wonder what he’d be like when the two of you decide to take it all the way.
You change up your technique a bit and start twisting your fists side to side in a screwing motion making sure to cover his entire tip with your hand. A deep groan leaves Chan’s throat as your hands work over him.
“You like it, babe?” You ask in a bit of a cocky yet sexy tone, it feels good to see the effect that you have on him. You can barely imagine what it’ll be like the first time you use your mouth on him.
“I love it.” He moans out “Can you twist your hands and go up and down at the same time, baby”
You hum in response before doing exactly as he asks. His head falls back against the couch again and his back arches slightly. “Shit, babygirl, so perfect.”
You raise up on your knees a bit and spit down onto his cock making sure to keep it nice and wet, Chan groans at the sight and his free hand reaches forward and lightly grips your chin making you look into his eyes. With his brows still furrowed he dips his tongue out of the side of his mouth and bites it lightly before shaking his head.
“You’re so pretty jerking my cock like that.” A low moan escapes you as your eyes flutter shut momentarily and your lips part slightly. You bite your lip a bit as you keep his eye contact. Suddenly, his eyes shut tightly and his brows raise before furrowing again and his lips pull into a thin line. You lean forward a bit spitting down onto his cock again and the wet sounds that fill the room make the scene nearly feel pornographic. Chan opens his eyes and his mouth falls open as he shakes his head to encourage you to keep up what you’re doing.
“I’m gonna fucking cum.” He groans out and you swear that it’s the hottest thing that you’ve ever heard him say while you’ve been with him. You keep your hands going to a steady pace squeezing a bit more to give him a tighter feel. “Baby..” He moans out and you moan back in response.
His grip on your chin loosens slowly before he retracts his hand to bring both of them up behind his head to grab at his hair as his breathing quickens and his hips buck lightly fucking himself into your hand. “Just like that”
You keep your eyes on his and you watch as his cheeks start to turn red and he fights to keep his eyes on yours. “Fuck.. I’m..” His head falls back and he moans out loudly, you feel his cock twitch in your hands and you moan as you watch his first stream of cum fall against your hand.
“I’m fucking cumming” He grunts out and you slow down your movements as you watch his cum spurt out in hot bursts that cover your hands and drip down to the hardwood. Chan lets out a deep sigh and starts deep breathing to slow his heart rate. You slowly stop twisting with both hands and instead use one to jerk him lightly to ensure that you get every last drop from him.
“There’s so much.” You whisper to yourself but Chan hears you and chuckles lightly.
“I told you that it's been a while.” He lifts his head to look at you, his hands let go of his hair and fall to his side. You haven’t let go of his now softening member yet and it’s purely because your curiosity is getting the best of you right now. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, I just.. I want to taste it.” Chan’s brows furrow again but before he can ask what you mean you bring your cum covered hand up to your mouth and take a small taste. His eyes widen as he watches your tongue dip out and lick his arousal, a small groan leaves his lips as you look into his eyes and lick it again, taking a bit more this time.
“Not bad.” You shrug before standing from your spot between his legs.
“That was fucking hot.” He watches a smile creep up on your lips and you shake your head playfully.
“Come on, let's clean up and wind down. You made a mess on the floor.”
“Oh yeah I made a mess.” He laughs as he stands trying to avoid the puddle of his cum on the floor. You both go to the bathroom and clean yourselves up. Chan pulls up his shorts and just when you’re about to leave the bathroom he grabs your shirt lightly and his hand finds your waist pulling you back into him.
“Thank you for that. You really were amazing, so so perfect.” He plants a kiss on your neck and you giggle, smiling wide.
“It was my pleasure.” His fingers caress your sides as he leans into your ear.
“Your turn?” You blush immediately as you look over your shoulder to your smiling boyfriend. “It’s the least I can do.”
“Maybe.” You shake your ass against him teasingly before breaking free from his hold and sashaying away. He watches you with hungry eyes and you can feel his gaze on you. Maybe you won't be winding down anytime soon.
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Bad hair day
Context: So you (Satorus wife and basically the mom of Megumi and Tsumiki) were enjoying a nice day, but Megumi came to you almost crying from a Gojos mess up with his hair.
Pairing: fem!reader x Gojo Satoru
TW: idk like hair cutting, a bit of yelling and that's abou it?? Yeah
Word count: abt 900 or so (it's short ik😭😭)
Authors note: haven't written in a loooong time, I have had a few projects but never had thr energy to finish em. I made this at like midnight so that's why it isn't the best. Oh and first language isn't english so can be some typos there!
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You were relaxing in the kitchen, drinking some tea with a few biscuits while reading the new book you've just gotten from the library today.
It was rare to even have such a calm day with nothing special to do. You could just Be by yourself and enjoy the day.
As you thought that would be the case for the rest of the day, but you were about to Be proven very wrong by the universe once again.
You heard quick and pretty silent thumps coming down stairs with the person just yelling. It was Megumi who was on the verge of tears as he came up to you with you getting up from the chair quickly as he wrapped his tiny arms around your legs as he covered his face with them starting to cry now.
"Wha-? Megumi are you okay? What happened??" You asked worried as you got down on your knees so you could see his face.
"My..hair!" He said sniffling inbetween his words.
You took a look at his hair and, oh, my, god.. his hair was cut very badly and pretty short too. He had a pair of bangs too! Now who in the hell did that to him??
You were staring at his hair standing up just about to ask him who did that. But then you saw a tall figure leaning against the kitchens door frame with a look of both dissapointment and guilt.
"I told him to stay still.." He tried defending himself but it was no use really.
"God.." you let out in a sigh while rubbing your temples trying to calm down a bit. "Are you serious?? He just had his hair cut a few days ago!"
"Well he said he didn't really like the length of it?! And I decided to fix it up since you were finally relaxing for sometime" Gojo said now looking into your eyes but then looking away again.
Megumi was still crying from his awful haircut as you were arguing with Gojo for a bit as well about the situation, everything was so loud and it made you just more irritated.
"Okay okay! Megumi, honey? How about I fix your hair, yeah?" You leaned down to look at him.
He then started to calm down but still had some tears on his cheecks and a runny nose as he nodded as an answear. So you picked him up with his arms around your neck gently and his legs around your back.
Gojo stared at you both as you walked past him with Megumi in your arms. Though you didn't notice the death stare that Megumi gave to Gojo before you walked upstairs to go to the bathroom to fix it all up.
"Okay, now sit here and I'll try my best to fix it" for sure yours couldn't be as bad as this monstosity on his head
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After about an hour of hard work with scissors snapping and hair falling down, you got his hair to look actually pretty good!
"So, how's that?" You asked fixing it up a bit with your fingers.
"..Amazing!" Megumi said cracking a smile as he turned around to hug you as you put your hand on top oh his head stroking his soft hair.
You then opened the door with Satoru and Tsumiki both outside waiting to see the results. Tsumiki was also a bit amazed and went to look at it closer as Gojo just looked at you smiling.
You saw him smiling at you and you smiled as well "Hey why won't you two go watch some TV?" You said to the kids as they then left down stairs to go and do just what you said.
"So.. I'm sorry for cutting his hair without asking you first.." he admitted looking down at the floor.
"Thanks but you probably should apologise to Megumi instead of me?" You said smiling a bit raising an eyebrow at him.
"Oh, mhm, sure"
"Gojo??"
"Okay I will!" He finally said.
"Good, and please never! Cut anyones hair again, expecially yours! I don't want to date a bald man okay?" You said smiling as you left a quick and soft kiss on his lips before going down to hear his apology to Megumi.
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I have a request for One Piece Men (Monster Trio + Ace, Sabo, Law, and Kid) having a S/O who is a tiny little lady who has a high metabolism and thusly has an appetite that could rival Luffy’s.
I imagine them sitting in a restaurant eating dinner, and their S/O is eating a steak half the size of the table and comes with a side of prawns and a baked potato, and some uppity “Almond Mom” sitting at the table next to them says out loud that “Women shouldn’t eat such large portions, because it’s unladylike and makes men feel uncomfortable.” And Reader replies to this with “Oh, I’m very sorry if I made YOU uncomfortable ma’am. You see, I have a high metabolism, and I need the energy for later cause I plan on banging my boyfriend here like a screen door in a hurricane later.”
YESSS I personally can relate to this other than being a tiny little lady😭🤞 I decided to make this 2 parts so in the second part will be sabo law and kid. I hope you like this and ty for the request🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
Petite!Fem!Reader w/ a high metabolism
Summary: look at the request silly goose🤭
Pairings: Monkey D. Luffy x fem!reader, Roronoa Zoro x fem!reader, Vinsmoke Sanji x fem!reader, Portgas D. Ace x fem!reader,
Warnings: language, mentions of sex, drinking, kinda crack
Monkey D. Luffy:
Honestly seeing you scarf down almost everything Sanji cooked turned him on is what peeked his interest
Food will be one of your few common interests, but food has definitely started arguments
One time you took a potato off his plate without asking… he yelled, borderline barking, at you
Next week the roles were reversed…
If he knows you haven’t eaten in awhile he’ll run to you wherever you are on the ship, handing you a piece of meat
But now to the good stuff😎
After stopping on an island and wandering in the local town for a hour or so you and Luffy decide to stop somewhere to eat.
Upon arrival, you and Luffy sit at a table together and order almost everything in the restaurant’s supply. The face on many of the customers and even workers were shocked to see how much you two ordered. Neither you nor Luffy had a care in the world while you devoured your food.
While taking a moment to wipe your mouth, you hear a woman say, “Girls like her are the reason we use our manners. it’s unlady like and makes men uncomfortable-“
“My boyfriend doesn’t seem uncomfortable. Matter of fact, the only one here who looks uncomfortable is you. See, right now I’m storing as much energy as possible because me and my boyfriend are going to be fucking like rabbits. Teach your daughter to be cunt if you want but don’t bring me into it.”
After hearing you respond the woman sat there shocked for a good minute then, she snatched up her daughter’s arm and dragged her out the restaurant, fuming.
Luffy simply chuckled, “That was hot. Can we go back now?”
Roronoa Zoro:
At first he thought you were just a female Luffy
Honestly he probably only got to know you because he saw you kick a grown man off his feet (Zoro thought it was hot)
After getting to know you and understand why you eat so much, he would start giving you food
Once you two become a couple tho he especiallyyyyy makes sure you eat
Now for the story
After a long day of Zoro getting you both lost, he decided that he needed a drink. Upon that revelation you found a nearby cavern.
Zoro ordered himself a couple rounds of drink while ordering you almost everything on the menu. Zoro every now and then snatched a couple fries but mostly left the food to you.
While you’re both enjoying your company, you hear a shrill voice say, “women like her are the reason we use our table manners, girls aren’t supposed to eat like that, it makes men uncomfortable-“
“I’m not uncomfortable,” Zoro quickly responds.
“The only uncomfortable one is you, miss. Now if you don’t mind me I need as much energy for tonight as I can get, because my very much so not uncomfortable boyfriend is going to rock my world.”
The woman simply kept her mouth shut and went back to eating.
Zoro laughs heartily, “that lady has never seen Luffy eat, that’s actually disturbing compared to you eating. Let’s pay and go home though, so I can ‘rock your world’”
Vinsmoke Sanji:
When he first met you he used his cooking skills to try to win your heart
It worked
He honestly loves to cook for you tho
Brings you with him to shop for food so that you can pick what you want him to cook
Which tbh is how yall would get into the situation
“Woahhhh!” You say mesmerized by all the different products. “Look, Sanji, that would be super yummy.”
Sanji who will do whatever you ask, picks up the item you were looking at. Arms full of food, you’re talking about everything you want Sanji to cook for dinner.
All of a sudden you hear a woman say, “hear what she’s saying? No girl is supposed to eat that much food. It’s unhealthy and men find it disturbing.” The little girl she’s talking to simply nods.
Aggravated by the woman’s words, you respond, “It actually is healthy thank you. Girls can eat however much they want. Men don’t find eating disturbing and I can tell you that, because my boyfriend right here plans to cook this food for me and our crew.”
“Damn straight,” Sanji back you up proudly.
Having nothing more to say, you both walk away from the woman and head toward the docks for the ship.
Portgas D. Ace:
The first thing he said to you was “got quite the appetite, huh?” With a smirk on his face ofc
Like 30 seconds later he accidentally fell asleep
Overall just likes to tease you about your appetite (in a nice way tho🫶)
Has compared the way you eat to Luffy
One time asked if you can unhinge your jaw to eat
Similar to Zoro tho he probably was just going to get a drink with you when some cunt said something
Honestly in your opinion you ordered less food than usual, more than most people would order, but less than you would get.
You and Ace are talking about your latest adventure over some food and drinks, when you hear, “You see how much she’s eating? It’s unnatural and makes men feel uncomfortable.”
“Who’s uncomfortable you?” Ace asks. The woman looks up just to see Ace fell asleep right after speaking.
You decided it was your turn to say something, “it’s not unnatural, I have a high metabolism and I need my energy at that because tonight I plan on taking him for a ride.”
You turn back to your food and continue eating, after a minute or so, Ace woke up. He had asked what happened and you filled him in on what you said.
He laughed, “that’s my girl.”
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I searched for Feysand x reader all over tumblr and you were one of the top creators so I looked around and fell into the rabbit hole of masterlists… I’ve been on your page for hours now and i’m not tired at all.
And I saw your request were open and i’m so happy bc I wanted to ask if i could request feysand x reader where feyre and reader are pregnant at the same time. Like we all know how protective rhys was in the books, now imagine two mates at the same time. Like his instincts wouldn’t let anyone too close to them bc his mates are in vulnerable situations. Maybe someone like Beron or Tamlin jokes around and Rhys doesn’t handle it well or smth plssss🧎♀️🧎♀️🧎♀️🧎♀️🧎♀️
Double Trouble
Feysand x reader
A/n: omg thank you 😭😭 I get nervous that I write too much and that ppl will get sick of me lol. So thank you for reading my fics 💕
Warnings: Tamlin being a douche
Rhys has been more paranoid since you and Feyre both started showing. The revelation of both you being pregnant excited and frightened him at the same time. Causing his over protective mate instincts to kick in. The two of you had tried to get him to rest knowing he had a High Lords meeting coming. But the stubborn male insisted he was fine.
A few times when you got up to pee in the middle of the night - a new routine thanks to your pregnancy - you found Rhys wide awake. He would watch over you and Feyre like a hawk until he fell asleep sitting up.
Yesterday Rhys had insisted he could skip the meeting and just stay with the two of you. It was a day long battle for a compromise. “Rhysand. We will be fine here with Amren watching over us and Nyx.” Feyre said sternly as Rhys came to tell you he changed his mind about your plans, again.
He shook his head vehemently, “Nope. I need to be here.” You rubbed at the bridge of your nose, squeezing your eyes shut and willing your mate to go away. “What will it take to get you to go to this meeting?” You sighed out.
Feyre perked up, wiggling her fingers, “Oh, I have an idea! What if we come with you. Helion can have a room for us, Cass, Az, and Mor will be there, it’ll be so easy.”
You could tell Rhys was considering it from the pensive look on his face. And he didn’t immediately shut Feyre down.
He nodded, mumbling out ‘I’ll think about it’ before heading back to his office.
You shoot Feyre a knowing look, “You just want those bonbons Helion gets.” “Yes! I’ve been craving them for months. And I want them fresh, not in a box.”
Snuggling up next to your mate on the couch you place a hand on her bump. Feyre does the same to you, resting her forehead against yours. “I don’t blame you,” you giggle out, “I’m happy I get to experience this with you Fey. Even if Rhys is being a mother hen.” She lightly pecked your lips. “Me too y/n/n. I love you”
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Thankfully Rhys had agreed to you two coming along to the Day Court and you’d spend the night. Winnowing took a lot of energy from you and Feyre, so Rhys was adamant about you two resting as much as possible.
Before leaving you all gave Nyx hugs and kisses. He would stay with Elain and Nesta while you were gone. He hated when you left but enjoyed his time with Aunty Lain.
Winnowing to the Day palace Helion was waiting to greet you. “You’re the first to arrive.” He said cheerfully. The two High Lords shook hands as Helion guided your little group inside. Cassian offered his arm to Feyre while Az offered you his.
“I set up a very comfortable room for you two to relax in. No meeting for you, I’m sure there’s enough stressful things around you these days.” He says, eyeing Rhys. “Thank you Helion.” You say sweetly. “And you got our snack requests?” Feyre asks.
Helion throws his head back, laughing at her blunt question. “Of course I did. You’ll find you are well stocked on any foods your hearts desire.” You and Feyre smile at each other knowing you’re about to have the best snack and relax sesh.
You walked Rhys to the meeting room, like you promised, before leaving him. He takes one of your hands in his, giving you both a loving look. “Do you need anything? What can I do for you before everyone gets here?” “Nothing my love.” Feyre says softly. You bring a hand up to caress his cheek, “We’re just fine baby. You focus, do your thing and help Prythian, yeah?”
He gives you and Feyre a quick kiss before Helion’s personal guard escorts you to your rooms.
Opening the door your senses are overwhelmed by the scent of the sweet treats spread out for you. You and Feyre look at each other licking your lips in excitement. You wasted no time sprawling out on the lounges, digging into whatever was in arms reach.
Hours later Rhys, Cass, Az, and Mor joined you. Rhys was overjoyed to see you two after being separated. “You should’ve seen him when Kal asked where you were. He snarled.” Cassian teases as Rhys nudges his way to sit between you and Feyre. “I did not.”
Mor rushed over to you, lightly placing a hand on each of your bellies. “How are both Mor juniors doing.” You giggle at the blonde, “They have been perfect little angels.”
“No discomfort, extreme fatigue, or -“ “Rhys, we were fine.” Feyre cuts him off. He seems to relax at that. The tension in his shoulders loosening as he bats Mor away so he can feel the babes kick. Rhys lets out a breathy laugh as little feet push against his palms. “Hi angels, did you miss daddy?” Two more kicks in response.
The babes love the sound of Rhys’s voice. Like with Nyx, he talks to them every night. It doesn’t matter if you and Feyre are awake or asleep, he will always make time for the babes.
“Don’t forget,” Azriel speaks up from his spot in an armchair. He’s picking at a bowl of chocolates you hadn’t gotten to yet. “We have dinner in about an hour with everyone.” Rhys wasn’t pleased by the reminder. Something tells you that he was never going to tell you and Feyre about dinner.
Feyre stands, pulling you with her. “We will go get ready then.” She says happily.
You exit the bedroom with a few minutes to spare. Feyre chose a glittering black dress that hung off her shoulders. She decided to leave her crown behind for the night, putting her hair half up with small braids meeting in the middle.
You had decided on a midnight blue dress specked with pearls. The flowing fabric on both your dresses not hiding the fact that you’re pregnant. Rhys eyed the two of with lust sparkling in those iridescent violet irises.
He offers you each an arm to walk down to dinner. Rhys walks at slow pace for the two of you. When Feyre noticed she rolled her eyes and you both pulled him along. When the six of you enter the grand dining room you feel eyes on you. Thankfully not autumn ones. Azriel told you Beron and his court left after the meeting was over. Very typical of Beron to come and complain then leave, making no effort to improve court relations.
Viviane and Thesan shriek in excitement at the sight of you. “Congratulations! How did I not know?” She said excitedly. “When are you due?” Thesan asks immediately after her. The pair continue their onslaught of questions as you answered before the next question came up.
Out of the corner of your eye you could see Tamlin tensing. Clearly unhappy about the topic of conversation. Feyre and Rhys caught on to his unhappiness as well. Feyre tried to change the topic, asking Thesan about how things were going with his lover.
Tamlin and Rhys made uncomfortable eye contact. The males looked like they were about to jump across the table at each other. Rhys pulled your chair closer to him so you’d be away from Tamlin. He was across the table diagonal from you. It’s not like you were that close him but if it made Rhys feel better.
“Do you have something you’d like to say, Tamlin?” Rhys snapped. The High Lord of Spring scoffs, a wicked smirk on his face. “Well I just think it quite odd they’re both pregnant. Why on earth would you want two more.”
Everyone stopped speaking, looking anywhere but at them. Even you and Feyre looked at the table. You could tell she was fuming about Tamlin’s joking tone. “Is that an insult about my son? Or perhaps you’re angry about your situation. If you need to talk about it I’m sure you can find someone who will listen.” Rhys gave him a fake smile and went back to his meal.
Conversation slowly started up again. Tamlin excused himself, only saying goodbye to Helion before stepping out into the hallway to winnow home.
Once back in your rooms for the evening Rhys had you and Feyre cuddled up on either side of him. “Thank you for standing up for our family.” Feyre whispered. “I always will darling. You’re the most important people in the whole world to me.”
You let out a yawn and snuggle close to Rhys. “Let’s get some sleep. This little angel is kicking me for some shut eye.” “This one too.” Feyre yawns out. “Awww, I’m sorry I’m keeping your mommy’s up.” Rhys whispers. He kisses both of your bumps as you drift off.
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Pure Truth Pero Puras Mentiras Pt 2
joe burrow x latina fem!reader
summary: Joe and you make up
a/n: okay you all wanted it im giving it but its not my best work. Also for like family members i tried to give nick names and stuff cause I dont want to use names that might accidentally be a readers name 😭
warnings: drinking? Partying? Mentions of violence? but really its all just sappy fluff.
wc: 1.6k
You can read part 1 here
In the past 3 months you tried to get over Joe. You really tried. The first few weeks were hard. Just avoiding him was difficult because he would come by your house. He'd knock for hours and sit out there but after a few days he got tired of doing that so he just started leaving flowers on your front door everyday and cute baby yoda cards that said “Forgiveness is the way of the Jedi” or “Yoda Best”. It was cute and you knew it was from Joe and you kept every one of them even if you were angry at him.
After a month it stopped though. You knew he'd finally moved on. He probably forgot about you and was already planning a wedding with that girl. You can’t blame him, she was everything you weren’t. She was your classic all american girl. They didn’t have that culture barrier you guys semi struggled with. You tried your best to brushed off all and every emotion. You thought “I’ll be fine this isn’t my first heartbreak”
But you weren’t fine. You stop going out. You hardly ate. You cried yourself to sleep. Even your family was concerned and they don’t believe in mental health, but they knew you were going through it, your very first serious heartbreak. They visited often. Bringing you your favorite homemade comfort foods. At some point you just cried in your abuelas arms cause she's the only one who ever listened to you.
The third month you felt numb. You were just living to live. There wasn’t even anything in your mind to look forward to. You weren’t even excited for your uncle's birthday party this weekend. He was turning 5. Yeah only in latino families do you have an uncle younger than you.
Today you decided to torture yourself and looked at old selfies and pictures you two took. When you guys were dating it was hard to make time for each other because of your busy schedules but whenever you guys spent time together siempre lo pasaron bien.
“Fuck I miss him.” You mumble to yourself as you look at all the goofy pictures you took of him. The way he laughed his expressions were real and authentic as you watched the pictures and videos.
That Saturday afternoon you managed to get up and get yourself ready for your uncle's birthday party. You put on your minimal makeup and decided to wear some nice jeans and a dressy shirt your mom had gifted you.
You literally had no energy but you put on a fake smile and went to the party. Maybe that would get you in a better mood. The music blasted in the backyard, the tables and chairs set up. The coolers filled with beer made it difficult to find any water. You caught up with family and some friends. Maybe this is all you needed.
At some point you semi danced cumbia with your cousin. Which was fun because you hadn’t danced in a while. As you guys sat down you decided to pop open a cerveza the dancing got you thirsty.
As you chugged your beer you heard a familiar voice in the background speaking english at this party? There's no way he could be… you turned your head to see Joe. He was saying hi to your father who wasn’t really mad at him because he's also one of those guys who have cheated once and your mom of course forgave him. Your father and him are probably be best friends now.
Your cousin “flaca” took the words out of your mouth “Who the fuck invited him?” Flaca said.
“I did okay because the vato knows how to party.” Your cousin that they call “cabezon” says
“Fucking cabezón eres pendejo o que?” Flaca rolls her eyes as she hits his shoulder.
“What he has that white people lana, okay if anything we are just using him to get the good gifts That's perfect revenge right?” Cabezon tried to justify but in reality he and Joe were good friends.
You hadn’t said a word when you looked away from Joe. “Hey are you okay?” Flaca asked you.
“Did he bring that girl with him?” You asked Flaca you didn’t want to look. “Um no I don’t see any girl with him.” Flaca says.
“Oh shit he's coming this way. You want me to kick him out cause I’ll kick him out.” Flaca says to you.
You shake your head. “No, that's fine whatevers.” You tried to act nonchalant you didn’t want to cause any drama so you acted like his presence didn’t affect you at all.
“Hey.” Joe says as he walks over to you guys. You look at Flaca then Joe. “Hey.” You said awkwardly back to him. “We were just gonna dance.” You pulled your cousin Flacas arm as you wanted to get away from Joe.
“You know I can call up my homegirls and we can break into his house and destroy his shit.” Flaca says she's always there for you even if her methods were too violent for your taste. Once you did slash a boyfriends tires but you felt bad after.
“Nah, it's fine I'm over it.” You say as you dance with her. Suddenly she stops and you wonder why she stops.
“Can I steal her for a couple of minutes?” Joe asks as he looks at your cousin.
Your cousin is about to say no but you interrupt her. “Yeah its fine.” You say. She walks away but she was giving him death stares.
“Do you want to go somewhere private and talk?” You asked him because you felt all the eyes on you guys but Joe was quick to put a hand on your waist and pull you closer to him. You felt your heart rate speed up.
“Joe you can’t dance this, let's just go.” You say since you are a bit embarrassed to be dancing with someone who can hardly dance these type of songs even you confuse the steps sometimes you can’t imagine how lost he is.
“I dont care.” Joe says stubbornly as he does a simple two step movement, something you taught him a while back. You let him lead you as you followed
“Plus if we go somewhere private you might just kick me out.” Joe says with a small smile. You knew that was probably true you'd probably just sent him a la chingada but here, where everyone was looking, you were forcing yourself to be civil and not cause drama.
“So how is she?” You asked as you brought up his girl. “Whos she?” Joe asked as he kept dancing with you.
“You know who? the girl I caught you with.” You say before he gives you a little spin and pulls you back closer to him.
“She's nonexistent.” Joe says as he keeps dancing with you. You felt yourself smile a bit but you quickly put on a serious face.
“So what she leaves and you think I'm going to be here for you to go back to.” You sass as you guys danced. You both had to lean in and talk in each other's ear because the music was blasting but at least no one else could hear.
“We were never a thing y/n. I told you the truth, you didn’t want to believe me so I'm here to try and win you back.” Joe says honestly as you hold onto his shoulder and he crouches down slightly to reach your height.
“I know you're gonna say you don’t believe me so I’m begging you to please let us start over cause the last 3 months have been difficult.” Joe says as you guys continue to dance. Your head on his chest.
You danced as you thought about it. “Porfavor te amo nuestro amor no se puede terminar en la basura.” Joe said in spanish his american accent heavy and the word phrasing confusing but you couldn’t help but smile Joe had learned some spanish.
Joe freaked out a bit, maybe it didn’t come out right? “Who taught you some spanish my father or cabezon?” You asked Joe as you smiled up at him. “Both really but they taught me like the phrase te quiero and your mother corrected and said it should be amo.” Joe smiles down at you.
“Of course my family is behind this.” You sighed as you wanted to pull yourself away from Joe but Joe pulled you closer.
“They know how much I love you. That's why.” Joe says as his hand grips your waist more firmly. “Can you just agree to one date? One? If you truly don’t want to be around me then thats it I’ll get out of your life forever truly this time.” Joe says as he continues to dance.
“Fine I’ll do it one last chance” you said but in reality you'd give all infinite chances you were happy he actually came tonight.
“I’m gonna show you how much I love you. I can promise you that. Tambien your gonna escuchar más espanol de mi.” Joe says as he kisses your forehead. His spanish was a bit rocky but you couldn’t help but appreciate the fact he was trying to learn for you.
You pulled yourself closer to his chest as the song changed to a slower type of beat and you guys danced for a bit. You felt safe and warm in his arms and honestly you didn’t want to be anywhere else.
Joe pulled you in closer and looked at your parents and secretly gave them a thumbs up as they smiled at him. The only thing your parents wanted was to see you happy and even if the thought of their daughter with a guero scared them they knew their daughter was the happiest when she was around Joe.
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HIII i’m so sorry this took me so long i just didn’t wanna be unemployed after i’m done with my series so i decided to keep this in the drafts for a while 😞 i hope you’ll like this!
PAIRING sung hanbin x gn!reader
GENRE fluff, sfw
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hanbin is a responsible bf, so you can definitely let loose when you’re around him!
he will always makes you feel safe
when you go out on dates with him, he would always silently take your handbag off of your shoulder and carry them himself 😞
his nicknames for you are usually the common ones, baby, my baby, angel, and i think he’d most commonly use 내 사랑 (nae sarang/my love) because it’s so endearing to give your s/o a nickname in your own mother tongue am i right
but he prefers calling you by your name, bc he thinks your name is already pretty
constantly complimenting you
you get your work done and he’s like “good job baby” and then he’d kiss your cheek
you finish mopping the floors and he’s like “you worked so hard today my love, thank you”
the type of boyfriend that will give you legitimate answers to your “would you still love me if i was a worm?” questions
one time you asked him what he would do if you turned into a snail one day
and he told you he’d have to build you nice house where you would be comfortable living in
drives your around ALL the time
he would freak out if you offered him gas money because he really doesn’t mind spending his time, energy, and money with you :(
if you gave him a $10 cash he would applepay you $15
i think hanbin is a great cook, so eating out is very rare for you both because he’s always cooking up a meal for the both of you
if you don’t like a certain taste (sour, salty, sweet, etc) he’d make sure to alter the recipe a little so you’d both be able to enjoy the meal together
hanbin would be cutting up some vegetables, and then you’d come up to him and ask for a kiss, and he would gladly give you a quick kiss before resuming with the meal prep
conflicts with him rarely ever happens
he’s so good at communicating, and he’s just so gentle there’s really nothing to be mad about with him
he trusts you, and he feels secure in the relationship so he never really asks you about your whereabouts. you’re free to hangout with anyone!
all of your friends loves hanbin. he treats you so well, and he’s so polite and can mix around with them, so he’s practically in your friend group too
when you DO get into fights with hanbin, the fight never lasts longer than 2 days. he either apologises first if he realised that he’s in the wrong, or he’ll talk to you and explain why he felt like he was wronged
plus, even when the two of you are fighting, he’d still cook you a good dinner, and you’d still help him clean up all the things he used to make the meal 😭
also on nights where you both had heated arguments, if the situation was okay, he would still wrap his arms around you while you sleep
hanbin never go all out for anniversaries though
rather than fancy dinner date or a big gesture to show his love, it’s more domestic and meaningful
hanbin prefers celebrating your anniversaries together with things like giving you a photobook of all the moments that you’ve spent together
of course he’d buy you a gift too, but his main idea of anniversaries are more domestic
one time he rearranged your house and made a candlelight dinner all by himself for your anniversary, candles, silk tablecloth, fancy steak, he did that all by himself
whenever you get sick, he’d feel bad leaving you alone while he goes to work but duty calls!!!
he would make you text him and update him every 3 hours so that he knows you’re eating well and taking your medicines on time
when HE’S sick he tells you not to worry about him and then he would get flustered when he finds out that you cooked him some healthy soupy foods for him to eat
he thinks you’re so cute when you’re worried over him getting a stupid little cold
when he gets better he would give you so many kisses and cooing at how cute you were when you were taking care of him
honestly he’s always kissing you somewhere, or you’re always kissing him somewhere, it doesn’t matter. he loves kisses
when you say something funny he would laugh and then bring your hand to his lips for no reason?? when you ask him why he’s just like “you’re so funny i just had to kiss you”
when you’re showing him the new top you just bought and then he would just pull you in to kiss the top of your head bc why not
when you kiss him first his ears will go red
he would even be like “why’d you do that”
when you say you just wanted to kiss him he’d giggle and would call you adorable
“my partner is so adorable today, i wonder what’s got into them?”
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Inescapable
chapter one
summary: moving to a new neighborhood in Nueva York meant new places to see and new people to meet. Miguel O'Hara is an enigma. and after having a failed date attempt with him, you find out he's your coworker. but he's not the same man you've been pining over the last few weeks. He's much more cruel and something's not right.
warnings: uhhh dick!miguel? lol red flags but reader's blind and just thinks of him between her thighs despite his cocky attitude ayoo.
wordcount: 2.3k
author's note: mainly intro to series sorry if it's boring 😭 i can't wait to amp up the tension in the next chapter!
tag list: @yehet-moi-ohorat @127aliciia
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It all happened so abruptly.
Moving to a new part of Nueva York wasn’t something you expected. Getting a new job meant a higher salary, which meant you could afford a little better than most with what you’ve been able to save up and then what you’d be earning. But even ‘better’ wasn’t great.
You unpacked your bags into your one bedroom apartment that seemed bigger and better maintained on the photos online. It didn’t pass you by the way the door in the bathroom jiggles a little out of the door hinges as if one more slam will make the whole damn thing fall down.
And you didn’t have the energy to deal with the damn outlet in the kitchen that would reset any device connected to it every two hours. You definitely weren’t going to put your coffee pot there. You liked to wake up to a freshly brewed pot with an automatic timer.
The apartment next door sat vacant since you moved in. You enjoyed it quite a bit, remembering how your last set of neighbors were up all hours of the night either blasting music, fucking, or arguing. You enjoyed the peace and quiet a little too much.
Quite frankly, you’ve become comfortable with the silence pertaining to Unit 209.
Despite that, things have been moving along swiftly and pleasantly in your life. You even bumped into someone three weeks ago walking down the street and it wasn’t just someone. He was sweet and kind, laughing at the mistake of you switching phones by accident after the collision. Thinking his phone was yours until you realized your phone didn’t have the cutest princess as the one on the lock screen. He fumbled for a little, with his stance and his words, as you both switched phones to the appropriate owners. He said it was his daughter on the screen.
His name was Miguel O’Hara, he’d said. You told him yours and his eyes lit up like he’s never heard a name quite like yours before. And it sounded like rich honey coming off his lips when he repeated it. This just made your cheeks burn and flutters swarm all over your body.
Next thing you knew, you bumped into him in all parts of your new town. The grocery store, the park where you like to run, and even the flower shop. He swore he knew nothing about flowers and was just trying to get some for his daughter for some school project. You’d laughed and helped him pick out the best kinds.
All of these chance encounters that really led to nothing were starting to bug you until that one day he finally asked for your number. It took him a while to finally do so, but you were thankful that the universe somehow made it its mission to collide your pathways to constantly see him.
You texted here and there, not much different to your dismay from the collisions in town that made you think he wanted more. You didn’t even know much else about the man besides he had a daughter and he liked that steakhouse a few blocks from your place.
You hoped to change that soon, and that’s when it seemed like the universe was on your side.
He asked you out for dinner at that steakhouse.
And then stood you up.
***
You wanted to believe that there was good in people. Even the most honest ones. But there seemed to always be an anomaly that infected everyone.
You had your flaws and your omissions. You had your quirks that only you’d ever witness within the walls of your apartment. And you had your utter disappointment in people that lied and dragged you along. Like him.
Miguel O’Hara.
You waited for one hour in that damn steakhouse before you gave up, asked for a check and then went home. You thought he’d at least pick you up from your place, finally get to see your new place. Funny now, he’s the least of who you’d like entering it.
That humiliating night only fed your anger more until it was time to start your new job. You took the following weekend to relax, take a bath in that glorious tub that might have some scratches and chipping, but it was divine. You didn’t have a tub in your old place.
Monday morning came abruptly and you were excited for new things. New job, new you as you liked to joke.
Slipping on your favorite flower dress and golden necklace for good luck and you were out of the door, heading to the campus that would hold your new job title. Alchemax was bigger than you remembered from your interview and tour and your division was in the skyscraper on a tippy top floor. There seemed to be endless halls to lose yourself in. Even your department was large. To the point where if there was a project that needed to be completed, they had to break you guys off into groups to get multiple done at once.
But you liked your job. You liked being able to focus on what you studied your ass off for years at school. It wasn’t everyday that people in your city could say the same. With the effects of the Rapture that took over the city ages ago, crime and violence had only heightened. You leaned heavily on those action packed superhero films sometimes wondering if Nueva York would ever get better.
You knew superheroes weren’t real. They didn’t exist. But you still hoped that there was something better coming for your city. You loved it, really. But you also hated it.
***
“Here’s your project packet with your team members listed,” a loud voice boomed behind you. It was your supervisor and he looked annoyed.
It was your fourth day, so you slapped on a smile and nodded, grabbing the packet. You’d only met the few coworkers that milled about your office space, but there was a whole floor to get to know. You buried yourself in your work, with it just being your first week, so you didn’t really socialize even when it came to lunchtime. You liked to take your lunch outside anyway to watch the birds in the sky or dream about a life where there wasn’t always crime afoot.
You sighed and plopped the packet on your desk and flipped to the first page where your team member’s names would be listed. Your eyes scanned the first line and your eyes bugged out.
Miguel O’Hara.
This must be some cruel joke, right?
You haven’t heard from this man in a week and here he is. In plain black letters on your desk. You didn’t miss the way your heart skipped a beat and your cheeks burned.
His was the only name next to yours. It’d just be you two. You took a deep breath and mentally prepared yourself. The packet thankfully showed which office area he works under, so you stood up and made your way to it. The packet was clutched tightly between your arms and hugged your chest. Your purple dress today flowed a little around your thighs. You liked wearing dresses to work, despite some of the looks you’d get.
You even heard one coworker joke that this wasn’t some kind of Victoria’s Secret runway which just didn’t make sense. Every outfit you chose fit the guidelines that were given to you upon your first day. You didn’t like the way slacks molded to your body. You felt much more comfortable with a flowy dress and heels.
Your steps echoed down the hall until you took a right and were met with a few other workers muttering at their screen, their phones, or each other. You scanned the faces until you saw the one you needed all the way in the back. He was staring at his screen, hunched over with his wide shoulders. You couldn’t see his face just yet, but you already knew how he looked.
Handsome as ever. You’d never forget a face like that. It only bummed you out more that things didn’t progress and the date ultimately ended with you cursing him forever. You had a twinge of guilt that maybe something happened with his daughter that made him not show. But he would’ve texted or called, right?
You shook your head, not wanting to think about the failed attempt to get to know the man and marched your way over to his area. He doesn’t turn around or look up when you make your final step. Your hip is aligned with his shoulder and you clear your throat.
He finally turns to look, not amused in the slightest. Not even an indication that he recognized you or blew you off. Two can play at that game.
What was once an idea to play off the horrible date and start off fresh by introducing yourself and striking conversation and even making a joke that you didn’t realize he worked at Alchemax, you bit your tongue.
His eyes glance a little at your dress and your waist, but then flickers back to your face.
Your breath hitches in the slightest at his remarkable beauty. Fuck, you forgot how good he looked up close. His brown eyes narrowed a bit, watching you silently. You swallowed, but it seemed like there was cotton stuck in your mouth.
“We’ve got that project to work on,” you finally mutter, tapping your heeled toe on the ground.
“What project?” He replied with a bitter tone. He turns back to look at his computer and your impatience flares.
“The one that we were assigned to,” you huff. To prove a point, you slam the packet down on his table and he pushes his chair back. You hold your breath as you watch his features change. From confused to annoyed, to outright cold.
You want to say something, anything. Even possibly bring up the fact that he still hasn’t apologized or made up an excuse for the missed date. And that he’s acting like a complete ass right now, not even acknowledging you!
Your anxious habits come back to life as your toe continues to tap. A scowl forms on his face. He runs thick fingers through his wavy brown hair. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t imagine your own hands running through those strands. Either when you kissed him or you had him in between your thighs. But those were just dreams that never came to fruition because of this asshole.
You bet his hair was soft too.
You shake your head, attempting to pull yourself out of your own misery.
“I was transferred to this department last minute,” he finally says. “Not supposed to be in any of these ‘group projects’. I’ve got other things to do. Not being tied to anyone.”
And with that, he lifts his hand and waves you off. That fucker waves you off. Like you’re his butler or something waiting for his command to go.
It takes everything in you to not slap that smug look off his face. To not make a scene. But it’s your first week and you’re already finding coziness in your new apartment you wouldn’t be able to afford without this job. That was something you couldn’t give up. Also not the best choice to drain almost all your savings on that damn security deposit and rent payment.
This prick was not going to ruin that for you.
“I’ll do the work then, and you can do whatever the hell it is that you do.”
His head snaps to look at you and his lips twitch. Without warning, he rises. And that’s when you forget how tall the man is. But it seems like he’d gotten taller since the last time you saw him in person. You think it was the flower shop or the park when you’d last seen Miguel O’Hara. He also looked more muscular. Arms protruding a little more in his button down and his shoulders seemed to have little more meat to them. He’s even got some faint scars on his neck.
Did you ever notice those before?
You were definitely losing it.
He peers down at you like you’re some child being lectured for stealing candy out of the cupboard. His hands go to his waist and he leans, hovering over you. It feels almost predatory like. You swallow again.
“You do that,” he finally says.
That’s it. That’s all he says.
“I can’t believe you,” the words tumble out of your mouth without warning. You bite your lip, hoping no one else heard that. You don’t want to have to start rivalries with coworkers during your first week. But this man enrages you.
“Believe it,” he spits before taking a side step. You watch as he shakes his head and walks out of the office area. You don’t know where the hell he’s going.
You glance over at his desk and see that he’s got some things set up around the space. A card with a watercolor rose petal over it. Possibly something his daughter got for him for his birthday or something. A picture of his daughter sits by the computer monitor and made your heart lurch in your chest.
And then something else that caught your eye. You look around the area to only see busy workers paying you no mind before you extend your hand and pull it out from under a manual guide.
It’s a tiny piece of paper, in the same shape as a business card. There was some chicken scratch on it, but when you peer closer to read you gasp.
Dinner at 7 at the Steakhouse. Don’t forget flowers for her.
Wear your best suit. It matches her eyes.
It was all there. The date you were supposed to have with Miguel.
Why did he still have the reminder card on his desk if he completely forgot about it?
And why did he act like he didn’t know you at all?
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Disability pride request? Two characters of your choice hanging out, maybe one using two forearm crutches and one using two canes. They can be friends or partners - I just generally love seeing disabled characters interactng with one another!
How about three disabled characters?
Once upon a time @camille-lachenille sent me a prompt about Míriel having Ehler-Danlos Syndrome. I had already sketched a disabled Celegorm with EDS in mind and, thinking about how it's genetic, had an epiphany about Celebrimbor (and the meaning of his name) and I drew him as well. So I wrote a fic about all three of them dealing with chronic pain, but I still hadn't drawn Míriel. That oversight is now fixed!
They have more in common than just chronic illness xD.
This is still titled "The EDS gang" in my files, I'm going to stick to it. Set sometime in Fourth Age Valinor, when most things are good again...
Disabled Tolkien characters series
(Feel free to send me more disability prompts! I love drawing them.)
More ramblings about disability aids that devolved into bullet-point headcanons under the cut. ID and transcription at the end, but they're also in alt text.
[CW: this is all fairly light but discussion of death and trauma and you know, everything that comes with these three.]
I do not know how to make comics. I'm sure that's very obvious but, you know, learning new things and all that. One thing I learned was that my usual style of rendering does not work with it as well so I rendered them entirely twice.
It was meant to be day 21 and 22 of my October challenge, because surely I can draw and colour a full page in a day (spoilers: no). In the end it was a combined 15 hours of work over 3 and a half days because I made it as complicated as I possibly could 😭 Still, I had fun and learned a lot.
Note: Ehlers-Danlos syndrome is a connective tissue disorder, affecting basically how your cells are glued together. There are a lot of different symptoms (and different types of EDS) but a frequent one is joint pain and hypermobility, and it's at least partly inherited.
Míriel:
Red was Míriel's colour first. She's not into gaudy things and rarely wears vivid colours, but almost always something red. She barely wears any jewellery since reembodiment, mostly for sensory reason (She is very autistic. That's something she gave Fëanor, Curufin, Caranthir, Ambarussa and Celebrimbor, at least.)
She died of post-partum (and general) depression and energy depletion from childbirth or something, but the chronic illness that was taking all of her energy and keeping her from her craft certainly didn't help.
Also pregnancy was horribly rough on her, partly because EDS can be affected by hormonal changes.
She's actually been better since reembodiment, because she has better accommodations (Finwë did his best but he was very lost) and also a Vala on hand who makes her very good painkilling tea.
She wears knitted compression gloves that she designed to help with hand pains.
Her wheelchair is of Noldor make, but I'm sure Celebrimbor will have suggestions for improving it.
The tapestry that she is weaving is actually this painting of Finrod that I did a while ago. I figure that she's representing calmer, nicer things now that she doesn't have to weave her grandchildren's downfall and deaths.
Celegorm:
He was in a relationship with Oromë before the Exile. After his reembodiment, it took them a while by they talked it out and forgave each other. Oromë doesn't quite get elves, but he's really supportive.
He has a pair of wolf-head canes carved by Nerdanel. He alternatively uses both, just one and sometimes none depending on activity/pain level.
He wears bandages as compression garments because this is a world without elastane. His leggings have reinforced knees for support.
He's always heard about Míriel having the same thing as he does from Finwë, and he knew that when he started showing symptoms, Fëanor was terrified that he'd fade too. So for a long time, Míriel's story was kind of hanging above his head.
That's why it takes him a while to go seek her out after he's reembodied. Celebrimbor understands why it's important to him and he pushed him to it a little bit, so Celegorm dragged him along.
They're going to get along great. Míriel is both the quintessential grandmother and also she has a twisted sense of humour that Celegorm will just love.
Celebrimbor:
Celegorm was always his favourite uncle, and they became very close when Celebrimbor started having symptoms in the early years in Exile, and Celegorm stayed with Curufin in Himlad for him.
It took Celebrimbor a while to forgive him after Returning (not as long as Curufin but still) but they've gone back to being really close.
He was really unlucky with reembodiment: while he wasn't reborn with the physical aspect of his torture, the memory of pain and the trauma made his chronic pain a lot worse than it was before, and he can no longer walk unaided.
He designed the silver ring and wrist splints back in Eregion with Narvi's help, and ended up literally living up to his name (which means "silver fist/grasping hand").
Paradoxically these were a great motivation for him to work through his trauma and go back to the forge, because he couldn't find a silversmith in Valinor who could make good enough ones for him, even with all of his sketches and specifications.
A lot of his work since reembodiment has been designing and making disability aids for people.
He uses platform crutches to spare his hands as much as possible. He invented and designed them, of course, as well as the KAFO brace that he wears here. He's also a part-time wheelchair user.
He is still wearing dwarven beads in his hair. He obviously didn't bring anything back from Middle-Earth but he asked Gimli to make them for him in remembrance of Narvi. His tunic is also dwarven-inspired.
He is pretty chill about Sauron here. I don't know if there was a redemption (I have feelings about @chthonion's The Harrowing and @mynameisjessejk's Otter Mayhem) or if he's just been through enough elf-therapy to be able to joke about it. Celegorm's sense of humour is just Like That.
Celegorm and Celebrimbor are about to try Vairë's special painkilling tea for the first time 👀
Between all of them they should really open a disability aids shop or something. They just might! Míriel doesn't really ever leave Vairë's house but I think Celegorm and Celebrimbor will keep visiting her a lot, and eventually all of the grandkids will as well.
Image description and transcriptions:
Two digital comic book pages.
Image 1: The first case takes the whole width, showing two pairs of feet with each two canes/crutches on a tiled floor, with a speech bubble saying "Do you think she'll want to see us?"
The second line has two cases in 2/3 and 1/3 format. The first shows two hands in red fingerless gloves working on a tapestry on a loom. The second shows part of a light-skinned face in profile, with curly white hair. Three speech bubbles say "My love?" "Um?" "There are people here asking for you."
The bottom part has one case off-center showing the same hand undoing the brake of a wheelchair, with a speech bubble saying "Your grandson and your great-grandson." above and one saying "I'll be right here." below. Then a full-length off-case portrait of Miríel, a light-skinned elf with shoulder-length curly white sitting in a wheelchair and pushing herself. She's wearing a pale pink embroidered dress with red accents, red fingerless gloves and elbow pad and brown boots and smiling.
Image 2: A single large case shows two elves standing in a room with a tiled floor, with a large door and two tables behind them. There are thread spools on one table and a tea set on the other. One elf, Celebrimbor, is brown-skinned and slightly chubby, with long black hair in a braided bun, wearing a red tunic and dark green pants. He is leaning on two decorated platform combo crutches made of wood and metal, with a KAFO brace on his leg. He wears finger and hand silver splints. The other elf, Celegorm, is pale and has long white hair in a high ponytail with small braids, he has tattoos on his neck and arms and he wears bandages on his shoulders, elbows and wrist. He wears a green tunic, leggings and wrap-around gaiters. He is leaning on a cane and holding up another cane, pointing at the first elf. Both canes have handles carved in the shape of wolf heads.
The speech bubbles are arranged around and below them, giving this dialogue, with the speakers distinguished by the shape of the bubble (the parts in parentheses are smaller text in the bubbles):
Celegorm: "My lady, my name is Tyelkormo, and this is my nephew Tyelpë."
Miríel: "I know who you are, my wonderful children. Come sit."
Celebrimbor: "That would be nice, thank you."
Miríel: "Vairë, my love, would you make us some tea?"
Celebrimbor: "My lady!"
Celegorm: "A Vala who can make tea! (I could never get Oromë to do it.)"
Miríel: "It was a long domestication process."
Vairë (off screen): "Hey!"
Celebrimbor: "Instant hot water! That’s nice. (I wonder if I could replicate that.)"
Miríel: "She makes wonderful hot water bottles."
Celegorm: "Oromë just uses his hands as hot pads."
Celebrimbor: "Ew, I didn’t need to know that."
Celegorm: "What? Just because your Maia burns everything he touches–"
Celebrimbor: "Shut up."
Miríel: "You must both tell me everything about yourself. And your partners!"
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Bsd men with a childish s/o:
Sypnosis: how they go on with their day with you :333
Genre: crack, low key fluff
Warnings: mention of roblox, McDonald's, LOADS of blasting stuff, torturing Mexican man, war flashbacks
Dazai-
• one word, power couple (more like powerblasting the agency every couple of hours)
• he absolutely loves your childish demeanor, like bro you saw how he acts? He gives undeveloped 22 year old man and so do you🙃
•anyways he actually enjoys your company, your cute little childish acts and stuff
• ex: blasting the electricity cables of Yokohama, drawing silly little Sanrio doodles everywhere, going ":3"after cutely making the enemy go insane etc.
•honestly he would definitely take you to the playground instead of a fancy restaurant 😘👍
•probably swings with you on the swings •"Couple found playing in a children's playground before getting hit in the anal by lighting"
•bro he would go with your childish and stopid tactics😰😰😰
• "omg let's make a paper boat and ride it down the river😍😍🤩😘😘🥰" "anything for you babygorilla😏😈😈😈😽😼"
•like seriously though the agency actually worries, not for dazai but for when he gaslights you with a lollipop into committing double-plugging each other off
•he still enjoys your childish antics, you would go with a cute Lil face doing dumb stuff and he will just watch you with soften eye
•anyways you two have matching energy but unless your in real danger he's not saving you... He's joining you😰😰😨
Chuuya-
•hahh....
•he's so done with you
•you would act so silly and chilly that's he's gonna get literally WAR flashbacks (dazai I am lookin at you and your little lighter🤨🤨
•when ever he took you to McDonald's you would ask the employee for extra sauce and he would ask "why would you want extra sau- AND WHY ARE WE IN MCDONALD'S ORDERING HAPPY Meals????!!!" *slurps down every sauce packet* "it's for the toy, chuuya"
•he totally not traumatized by your tactics <33
•poor chuuya he just wants to have a nice romantic bath with you and there you are with rubber ducks and balls everywhere
•"darling Ily but why the hell did you stick rubber ducks on your body with Elmer's glue? 😃" -chuuya probably
•even during hard missions your so unserious😭
•it's scares him how goofy your are during a shooting..... *flashback*
•he wants to put like a dog leash on you so I don't wander off Dora the explorer live action (NO YALL NOT IN THAT Way) •chuuya=🙅 you begging him to buy a children's kitchen set= 💁♀️🔪🍳.
•he genuinely likes your sweet little innocent side
•whenever he's tired of babysit-- I mean taking care of you he takes you to kouyou and goes 🕳️🎢 'bye'
•HELP AUTOMOTIVE BIBI FOGASA STARTED PLAYING-😰😰😰
•he still cares for you especially when you are tired and fell asleep he would carry you to the bedroom and sleep with your head on his shoulder and him giving you a soft smile :)
•just don't remind him of a certain someone.... 🤕
Fyodor-
•he doesn't know why he picked up a street dawg like you
•careful who U call street dog before I leave you on the streets😃
•you and gogol would do stupid stuff in his room, run around playing tag all over his office and there he is with his silly little discord mod on his computer (fyodor please get your rusty ass off from that computer)
•you actually like his goofy cartoon mouse logo and made merch out of his organization 😘😘😘
•"myshka, why are you wearing my organization's shirt and a-" "shhhh- I am promoting your company" "what"
•he's just like chuuya but calmer and is questioning how you can act so carefree while he's brutally torturing a Mexican man
•LEAVE THE MEXICAN MAN ALONE FYODOR-🇲🇽
•still he buys you those kitchen set toys so you won't scream "shimmy shimmy ya" during the Doa meetings😃😃😃
•it's actually kinda sweet bcs of the dynamic you share like-- cold x cheerful
•you begged him to play roblox with you
•"I have work to do" "you can blast people in this game" "..."
•"yadayadaya safusafusafu" -you
•he likes your cheery mess but keep it at an extent before he sends you to the adoption center
•ADOPTION CENTER KINK---
A/N: I am sorry this is bad but it's my first post so please be patient I will start a writing blog with rules and all ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა
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I LOVE THE STUCK IN THE WALL WITH MEGUMI!!!!
Omg i can just imagine you are the new student first year and Megumi had admired you ever since that. Then he is lucky enough to go on a same mission with you one day but you end up splitting up because there is suddenly a new curse appeared out of nowhere. He exorcist the curse, after that Megumi try to find you only to discover your ass is thinking out.
You had struggle earlier try to get out of the damn hole causing your skirt to lift up and expose your pretty pink panties to your classmate which make his cock twitch in his pants. You begged him to pull you out which he did try to but mostly he just try to calm his obvious boner by rubbing it against your clothed pussy which you notice and ask him what is he doing. Megumi finally snapped and rip off the skirt and your panties to fuck your soft little tight wet pussy for hours long and possible break you mind as well because the amount of time he had make you cum and squirt around his cock. Megumi also cum so much inside of you that your tummy bulge a little from the amount of thick hot white sticky cum he had stuff inside your little hole.
He definitely sure he might also have impregnated you at that time but thats fine because you already his anyway🤭
i need dark content about megumi , thank you for yummy food um🥺
Love this thirst so much and want to write it (and then took two days to write it 😭) - please let me get stuck on the wall and get fucked by Megumi😫😩😩💦
For obvious reasons, the two of you are here in college and are adults.
TW: non-con, stuck on the wall, mind break, forced breeding, yandere
"Damn...! Let me out! Is anyone here?...Megumi-kun!"
It has been more than ten minutes. That curse lured you through here and ran away, leaving you in this damn hole. You beat the heavy concrete wall with your hands, trying to inject cursed energy, but unfortunately, you haven't learned how to use it like Okkotsu. No matter how hard you slap, there is no response at all.
There will be no one else in the abandoned school. Your only hope is Megumi, but the phone has accidentally dropped out of your reach. The screen in front of you is flickering with lights and ringing, indicating that it's an incoming call from "Fushiguro".
Perhaps following the source of the ringtone. After a rush of footsteps, he appeared. You have a smile on your face like you have caught a lifebuoy in the ocean.
Megumi grabbed the door frame, panting slightly. After seeing your situation, he was stunned for a moment, "...What's going on?"
"...I accidentally got stuck here, please- please get me out."
Megumi nodded and walked around behind you. You don't look away, but the gray wall hides Megumi's face, and the sound of hitting the wall stops behind you a few times. You heard a slight crack in the wall, but he stopped trying, and there was an uneasy silence.
"...No way. How did you get yourself stuck here?" Megumi's irritable accusation made your face burn, you are indeed clumsy compared to other students. "I'll try to pull you out now."
"Okay, thank you, Megumi..."
You replied in a low voice, knowing that you had caused him trouble. He grabbed your waist with a big hand. For some reason, your back suddenly felt as soft as an electric shock, and you shivered.
Several windows in the building were open, and the wind that slipped in blew up your skirt, and after a few struggles, the corners of the skirt seemed to have been placed on your back, revealing the scenery inside... that is pink cotton panties with a small bow. No matter how much you struggle, you can't put the skirt down again.
Once you think about exposing you to your classmates, you are so embarrassed that you want to hide.
"Megumi...and please help me pull down the skirt, the skirt. Please-please..."
There's another eerie silence, and then- you feel the fabric of the panties rubbing gently against some sort of raised shape, wrapped in sensitive folds of flesh that seem to be awakened by the act, slowly flowing out of endearing water liquid.
There is a hint of panic in your confusion, but when you look back you can only glimpse the silent concrete wall. "...What happened?" Still, the hard part still rubs against you, and even your ass is forced to shake.
Your breathing is hurried. No, not possible. How did the plot of a porn movie happen to you? Not Megumi. He is so kind and sweet. impossible. "Megumi-kun, what are you, what are you doing? Stop...!!"
Megumi felt that the crotch was getting tighter and tighter, and he couldn't take it anymore. Now or never. His hand tugged up the skirt that was on your back, "Pull the skirt down for you, right? Stupid girl." Then he pulled your pure panties down, and your pussy and ass instantly exposed to air.
You screamed in horror, kicking your legs back as if trying to knock him back. Really, too dumb. Megumi grabs your ankles with ease and removes the panties and skirts that pull up, further humiliating you. Megumi slapped your naked ass mercilessly and reprimanded impatiently. "Be quiet."
There was a pitiful whimper in your throat, and the struggle gradually ceased.
Without the cover of underwear, the action became bold. A pair of lanky hands grabbed your ass and parted it like it was just soft bread, the pussy in between unprotected. Two fingers swirl in your pussy a few times, and a clear, sticky waterline has been pulled out.
"...You're soaking wet." Megumi simply stated the truth, but with a hint of mockery.
You can barely handle what's going on. Although the body is immobilized, you can still feel the heat radiating from the private parts, and the wet fluid is dripping from the thighs. You're wet in the face of this humiliating situation - are you craving a cock?
No need to endure any longer. Megumi fought back a slight disgust at himself, gritted his teeth. Without being able to see what's behind you, you whimpered and felt the unfamiliar, thick cock bottoming out unhindered, bringing unbearable and amazing heat.
You, who were still swearing, have been unable to say any continuous and meaningful words. Your vision is blurred by tears, and you can only moan like a kitten accidentally stuck.
Megumi's hands clenched your buttocks in order to adjust the posture at any time. He maintains a rough, grim rhythm, reluctant to even pull out to tease you a little, but just buries deep in your warm walls and pushes deeper while the ball presses against your shrinking sensitive cracks. That thrust is drastic and sinful, and can almost save you from this predicament - but no, it's heartbreaking that you realize that Megumi chose not to rescue you. The mind doesn't even have time for crying anymore, instead it's as comfortable as being immersed in clouds, with legs shaking violently in the air.
"...No, don't...don't...Fushiguro... let me go..."
You are crushed, and you resist with the last shreds of reason, but the sound of "Fushiguro" angers the hunting wolf - and begins bruising your cervix, and the resistance becomes broken sobbing and moans again. How long has it been since you called him by his last name? After today, you won't look at him with the same respect and admiration again. Probably never. He knew what he was doing.
That's why he has to ruin you now.
"I'm going to cum in it." Megumi announced calmly as if this was just normal news rather than a possible orgasm and pregnancy. You catch the fear and sanity that is about to disappear, screaming that you don't want his baby - until you feel that fertile seed pouring into it.
-
In this abandoned place, the whimper was drowned in the lewd sound of water, and Megumi's occasional gasp. Your mind melts in pleasure, and there is no more protest. You've squirted on his cock countless times, and there's a little puddle under leg.
Megumi is also tired, which takes more time than getting rid of the curse. It's time to finish.
The moment the dick is pulled out, there is some milky, warm cum out of your pussy. This is no doubt filled. And you murmured his name, shaking your fully bred ass and legs gently.
Megumi is not sure that you still have a clear mind, but you will recover. Even so, you can't go back to the work of removing the curse. He can imagine how you'll be when you're there - you're pouting, your breasts are swollen, and feeding the baby, while your sleepy husband cuddles with you and his dick is buried in your pussy.
He knew how smooth it would be, and no one would object. It is a baby who inherited ten shadows technique, after all.
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rich girl — l.mh
word count | 3.2k
pairing | lee minho (skz) x female reader
warning(s) / includes | food mentions, a lil swearing, reader has icky friends
genre | fluff, angst if you squint, high school au, ???-to-friends/implied lovers au, lino’s a bit of a tsundere
note | i imagined this whole thing as a kdrama scene while writing which is why it’s kinda cliche and dramatic at parts 😭 not proofread but i will when i wake up
summary | of all the places to run into you, lee minho never expected it to be at a convenience store.
a/n | happy new year everyone 💖 i’m so sorry i haven’t posted anything in a bit, had a bit of writer’s block which is why this took months to finish but i’m slowly getting back into the groove!! to everyone who requested in my 1k event, i promise i’ll get to every single one of them so dw!! i hope you enjoy!!
“Thanks for today,” Yang Jeongin murmurs shyly, bowing his head as Minho pockets the money. “I hope I didn’t take up too much of your time.”
Even now, Minho still remembers the look on his friends’ faces when he told them he wanted to try tutoring the younger kids at school. He doesn’t particularly enjoy it, but it’s not the worst way to earn some extra money.
“It’s fine,” he says with a casual shrug. “Lemme know how the test goes and text me anytime if you have more questions.” He doesn’t really mean the latter part—responding to texts outside his self-scheduled working hours is hardly appealing—but it feels customary to say.
Jeongin nods, his arms hanging at his sides as he walks Minho to the front door. “Okay, thanks again. Have a good rest of your night.”
If the older boy had noticed how tense he is, he doesn’t point it out. It’s no secret that Lee Minho has a reputation at school for being intimidating, and while he was surprisingly patient for the entirety of those two hours, Jeongin still finds it hard to shake off that feeling of being scrutinised when his sharp, cat-like eyes constantly feel like they’re probing right into his soul.
“You too. I’ll see you around,” Minho says, hardly bothered by the awkward energy of the empty apartment as he slips on his shoes. He wonders for a brief moment where Jeongin’s parents are, but doesn’t entertain the thought for long because he cares more about going home to his cats. Going to a private school comes with a hefty price tag, so he wouldn’t be surprised if Jeongin’s parents are still at work much like his own. 
The sun has long set by now, draping a blanket of dark indigo over the bustling streets as people rush to get home. Up ahead, Minho sees the glowing sign of a convenience store, and as though being reminded his stomach rumbles, a reminder that he hasn’t eaten since lunch.
He could go for some ramen, and this way he wouldn’t have to cook and do the dishes.
From the stocked shelves, he picks out his dinner—a bowl of Shin Ramyun, a tuna triangle kimbap and a bottle of green tea. Simple, yet so satisfying; his go-to no matter how many times Hyunjin teases him for getting the same thing time and time again.
Hyunjin makes fun of him, he lovingly threatens to shove tissue down his throat. Minho wouldn’t have it any other way.
A fond scoff falls from his lips as he waits for his ramen to cook. His eyes scan the store, flitting from the bored cashier picking at his nails to the girl sitting at the table just several feet away from him. It takes a few seconds for him to realise she’s wearing his school’s uniform, and another few to notice the polished shoes with the dainty gold buckles that look all too familiar.
It’s not just anyone from school—it’s you.
The realisation has him turning on his heel immediately. Surely, his back profile isn’t too recognisable? His heart skips a beat in his chest and only one thought consumes his mind as he hastily straightens his tie and redoes the first button on his shirt—what the hell are you of all people doing in a convenience store?
“You know, most people eat their noodles before they get soggy.”
Minho resists the urge to let a few colourful words slip. He doesn’t think your parents would appreciate learning that the student-guide assigned to their precious daughter was the one who taught her her first swear word.
Huh, that was a little mean. Distantly, Chan’s disapproving voice rings out from the back of his mind.
“Give her a chance, Minho. Just because she’s from a rich family doesn’t mean she’s a spoiled brat. I’ve talked to her a few times, she’s really nice.”
His feet move slowly as he turns to face you, finding your eyes still trained on him as you await his reaction, glossy lips curled up amusedly. He wants to flee, wants to curse the gods for making him run into you at such a time and place. But he’s already made the ramen, it’s too late to leave.
Reluctantly, he grabs his dinner and makes his way over to the table, making sure you’re separated by a seat as he plops himself down on the squeaky bar stool. You don’t seem bothered, the little grin still ever-present on your face before you turn back to your dinner.
Minho watches from the corner of his eyes as you pick up your half-eaten kimbap, dunking the corner into the spicy broth before taking a bite. Maybe he’s a little impressed, he didn’t expect you to know the only correct way to eat kimbap and ramen—at least, the only correct way in his eyes.
“Don’t seem so surprised,” you quip lightly without looking up, “rich people eat ramen too.”
His cheeks grow warm from being caught staring. “Just didn’t expect you to hang around somewhere like this.”
“Are you kidding? I love convenience store food. They didn’t have the stuff here when I was at boarding school, I had to order everything I wanted online.”
“Must’ve taken a long time to get them shipped to you,” he muses. It’s strange, he thought he couldn’t care less about what went on in the fancy boarding school you attended before transferring here, but it’s refreshing hearing you talk about mundane things like bulk-buying instant ramen as though a squirrel stashing food away for the winter.
“Oh, it felt like forever each time! I felt like I was going to die craving all the snacks I couldn’t get there.” For a second there you sounded just like Hyunjin during his dramatic moments, like that time when Minho refused to pay for his ice cream and he acted like he was left to fend for himself in the wilderness.
He finds it oddly endearing.
“That’s not the worst part,” you continue, “the worst part was dealing with thieves in the dorms. I can’t count how many packs of ramen I had stolen from me.”
“Oh, the tragedy!”
You roll your eyes at the exaggerated gasp he lets out, though the action hardly holds any genuine annoyance. “I can’t tell if you’re still being serious.”
A small grunt leaves Minho as he twists open the bottle cap of his bottled tea. “I mean, I’d be pretty pissed if people stole food from me.” The worst Jisung’s done to him is snagging a few gummy bears, and that already feels like a criminal offence in his book.
“I guess that’s the second thing we have in common.”
“What’s the first? Having good taste in convenience store dinner?”
“I knew you were smart, Lee.”
“Oh, fuck off,” he scoffs, yet his the corners of his lips can’t help but quirk up at the devious, teasing grin you flash him.
He’d rather do Hyunjin’s PE laundry for a month than admit it, but you’re kind of cute.
“What’re you doing in this area so late, anyways?”
You offer a smile in thanks as Minho holds the door open and gestures for you to go first. The two of you step out of the store, the frostiness of the winter night penetrating through the layers you’re wearing and settling deep into your bones.
“I was with Hyebin and the others.” He doesn’t miss the way your smile falters, the twinkle in your eyes dimming like a fallen star. He’s never liked the friend group you’ve found yourself in ever since you transferred over to the school. They’ve always given him the impression that they were more interested in your money and brains than anything. “They needed help with their homework.”
“Of course they did,” Minho scoffs.
“It’s fine, I don’t mind.”
“You need to be more careful with this stuff. The teachers aren’t as stupid as you think, just because you’re not the one doing the copying doesn’t mean you won’t get into trouble.”
“Gosh, what’s with the lecture? Why do you care who I hang out with?”
He freezes, pursing his lips together as he thinks of a counter. You’re right, why does he care? Perhaps your earlier conversation in the store changed his admittedly biased perception of you. Or perhaps despite everything he's ever thought about you, he thinks you still deserve better than Hyebin and her goons.
“W-Well, I was assigned to be your guide to the school,” Minho splutters, “sorry for taking my job seriously!” It’s a horrible excuse, so he’s not the slightest bit surprised when you don’t buy it at all.
“That’s funny, because you’ve made it pretty clear from the day we met that you couldn’t care less about a spoiled brat like me!” He hates that he still finds you cute even as you’re fuming and ranting at him. “Everyone at school is exactly like you, always making your own assumptions without even bothering to get to know me! Well, I’m telling you right now that I don’t need you to—”
“Watch out!”
Your foot gets caught on a raised ledge that you hadn’t noticed in your moment of frustration. You trip with a loud shriek, knees scraping painfully against the pavement as you break your fall with your hands. A burning sensation spreads across your face, and you’re utterly mortified that you just embarrassed yourself in front of someone the likes of Lee Minho while you were giving him a piece of your mind.
“Are you okay?” You feel his hand wrap around your arm as he helps you up, refusing to meet his eyes out of sheer embarrassment. “You need to watch where you’re going.”
You tug your arm out of Minho’s grasp with an aggravated huff. “I’m fine!” you snap, but the pained hiss that whistles through your clenched teeth says otherwise as you attempt to stand without his support. Your left ankle throbs with a sharp pain, causing you to lose balance and stumble.
“Seems like you’re not,” he observes without his usual snark as he reaches out to hold you steady again. This time, you don’t shake him off. “You should get that checked out soon, it’s probably a sprained ankle.”
“Great,” you mutter under your breath. Scraped knees and a sprained ankle? You dread the earful you know you’ll be getting from your overprotective parents. Thankfully, your family’s driver is only parked a few blocks away from where you are, so you shouldn’t have to hobble too far—
“—get on.”
“H-Huh?”
Minho rolls his eyes at your dumbfounded expression, his knees bent as he gestures to his back with a tilt of his head, signalling you to climb on. “You said your driver is waiting for you nearby, right?” You nod. “I’ll carry you there.”
“You better not tell your friends that I forced you to do this,” you mutter sulkily.
“Jesus, Y/N. I don’t stoop that low. I’m the one who offered, okay?” At your hesitation, the sharp angles of his face soften ever so slightly. “I swear. I’m not gonna stand here and watch you walk three blocks on a twisted ankle.”
The sincerity in his eyes has knots forming in your stomach out of guilt, embarrassed that you’ve been so harsh on him for his intentions when all he’s done was offer help. Murmuring a thank you, you gingerly wrap your arms around his neck as his arms hook around your thighs. With a soft grunt, he draws to his full height and begins heading down the street.
The proximity between the two of you floods your cheeks with warmth. You’re certain you harbour absolutely zero romantic feelings for Lee Minho, your less-than-enthusiastic guide to the school who cares more about the stray cats lingering outside the gates than ninety percent of the student population—at least, that’s what you tell yourself. You suppose he can be charming, especially when he smiles; it’s a sight you’re hardly privy to seeing, but sometimes you catch a glimpse of his toothy grin when he’s talking to Chan or play-wrestling with the tall kid who’s on the soccer team.
And you suppose he’s pretty charming now too, not an indication of annoyance towards your current predicament as he piggybacks you the rest of the way to your car. A faint jasmine scent greets your senses, and it takes all your willpower to resist leaning in closer. Ugh, of course his shampoo just so happens to be your favourite scent too.
“I’m sorry for snapping at you back there,” you say quietly after a while. “I was frustrated with people at school but took it out on you, which was really unfair of me.”
For a brief moment, Minho doesn’t respond, leading you to believe he’s still upset. It’s understandable, but it leaves you with a sinking pit in your stomach and you’ve never wanted the earth to swallow you whole so badly until now.
“It’s okay.” You perk up a little at his unexpected response. “I get it, really. I’m sorry too, for letting all those stereotypes and assumptions get the best of my judgement. I was a pretty shitty guide, huh?” he jokes with a soft chuckle.
A smile slowly appears on your face at his attempt at lightening the mood. “I’ve seen worse, and in a way you did kinda help me learn my way around campus.”
“By avoiding you like my life depended on it while you searched high and low for me?”
“Questionable execution, successful outcome.”
His head tilts back as he lets out a genuine laugh, the bright sound only increasing the palpitations of your heart. “That’s how I roll. Leaves an impression.”
He certainly has. Never would you have guessed that you’d be seeing this side of Lee Minho tonight, or ever, and you don’t doubt that you’ll be thinking about this moment for the next week even if he goes back to being all ‘bad-boy’ with you tomorrow. It feels like you’re witnessing something you’re not supposed to, and it’s exhilarating.
His gentle voice brings you out of your thoughts. “I was serious about Hyebin. They’re using you, both her and her friends,” he says, spitting the last word out like it’s venomous.
“I know.”
“You know?”
You hum sadly. “My family runs a conglomerate and I’ve attended more of their functions than I can count. I learnt very early on what it looks like when someone’s only being nice to you because they want something.”
Minho nods in understanding, yet your response only begs the next question. “Then why do you still hang out with them? What do they have that you don’t?”
“Nothing, but… who else do I have at school? Almost everyone else is either no different from them, or are too intimidated to approach me even when I’ve done everything I can to prove I’m anything but.”
Something about how you don’t bother hiding the defeat in your voice makes his heart twinge with sympathy. He knows you’re right—hell, he considers himself unbelievably lucky that he managed to find people he genuinely sees as his close friends in a sea of snobbish, self-centred students.
“Hang out with us. Really,” he adds when you fall eerily silent. “I know we’re probably the furthest thing away from the people you’re used to associating yourself with, and I guess we can be a little weird sometimes—” admittedly, maybe a lot weird—“but we’re good people, especially my friends.”
Minho stops himself upon realising he’s already begun rambling, but the quiet giggle that reaches his ears relaxes him a little.
“I like weird.” Despite currently looking ahead, he can still hear the smile in your voice. “Wouldn’t I make things awkward, though? I don’t wanna intrude on anything.”
“Are you kidding? Once you're friends with Chan, he’ll find a way to make you feel comfortable no matter what. Do you like anime, by any chance?”
“Actually, yeah. I do.”
He chuckles, “Then you’ll have no problem getting along with my other friends too.”
“And what about you?” you ask softly. “Are you okay with it?”
“I’m the one who offered, of course I am.”
You’re unsure if you can consider Lee Minho your friend yet—or rather, if he’d want that or not—but one thing’s for certain: his authenticity is both admirable and appreciated. You don’t question his kindness now because he wasn’t afraid to show his genuine indifference in your encounters prior to today.
“Thank you, Minho. I don’t know what else to say other than… thanks, really.”
Spying your family’s car just down the street, he turns to grin at you, eyes curved and smile reminiscent of the Cheshire Cat. “Feel free to also comment on how unfairly handsome and strong I am.”
You respond with a fond roll of your eyes. He’s not wrong, but you don’t need to tell him that either. “Very funny, but yes, thank you for this too. I’m sorry you had to carry me all the way here.”
Now it’s Minho’s turn to roll his eyes. “Stop apologising, Y/N, I wanted to. Hopefully your ankle isn’t too seriously sprained.”
“My parents are going to make such a big fuss if I need a cast.”
He snickers. “Don’t worry, I’ll be the first one to sign it.”
“Oh, fuck off,” you mumble sulkily, though it only makes him laugh harder. It’s beyond him how it’s possible for someone to sound this adorable even while swearing.
Carefully, he lets you down upon reaching the car, still holding you steady by your arms as the door slides open to reveal luxurious leather seats. He helps you into the backseat, offering a shy nod in greeting when your driver looks back to give you a questioning look.
“I’ll explain later,” you tell him before turning back to Minho, “let us give you a ride home.”
“Nah, it’s fine,” he reassures, tucking his hands into his pockets, “I live really close by.”
You narrow your eyes suspiciously. “You better not be lying to me.”
Dramatically, he places a hand over his heart. “I swear.”
“I’m gonna ask Chan first thing when I see him.”
“You do that,” he replies smoothly, “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
Relenting, you nod and return the smile he gives you. “Okay, get home safe. Good night, Minho.”
“Good night.”
Your eyes never leave his as the door shuts between you two. You look back at Minho through the tinted windows, finding him still standing at the same spot as he watches your car take off down the road. Even as you make a left turn, causing him to disappear from your line of sight, you don’t turn back until your driver feigns a cough, a knowing twinkle in his eyes.
“That boy,” he begins, eyes briefly flickering to meet yours in the rear-view mirror, “is he your classmate, Miss L/N?”
You nod.
“You two looked close.” He must’ve seen the look on your face because he lets out a hearty laugh, one you’ve grown accustomed to over all his years of service to your family. “Don’t worry, miss. I won’t tell your parents,” he reassures, “I just wanted to say that he seems to like you a lot.”
“Huh, is that so?” is all you say, yet you can’t fight the smile that appears on your face the second no one’s looking.
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