#positive gossip girl vibes

[kycldntcare]

If like me, you're looking for positive vibes about the Gossip Girl Reboot here's a list of my favourite things about it.

#gossip girl hbo #gossip girl reboot #gossip girl 2021 #positive gossip girl vibes #monet de haan #julien calloway #zoya lott #shan barnes #aki x audrey x max #cameos from og cast #rich black girls #Youtube

[zeezelweazel]

Could you write a smut story with a CEO Leah Williamson x reader cuz this pic just gives dom vibes cuz the pics that tonight’s awards gave us were just 🤌🏼

If not it’s totally cool and all is swell xxx

Leah Williamson| Sweet and slow|

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Leah in suits is my Roman empire fr

Turns out Tumblr won't let me edit any ask so I'll have to continue these fics from my pc :(

TW: oral (Leah receiving), praise, fingering (reader receiving), semi public sex

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Dating your boss wasn't really a problem. You two met before you got your job in her company and no matter how much some of your co-workers like to gossip, you got the position you have simply because you deserve it.

As one of the most high ranked people in the company you spent a lot of time with Leah, either in meetings with the rest of the board or alone in her ofice looking over your recent projects.

That's why you weren't surprised when Leah called you in her office. When you entered the room you got to see Leah for the first time at work today. She was wearing an enticing black striped suit with a white undershirt and a black tie. Your girlfriend was sitting in her luxurious leather seat, fingers toying with her tie.

Leah looked at you with a look you immediately recognise, her dark gaze trailing up and down your body. You felt your cunt throb when your eyes met from across the room. You gulped when Leah raised an eyebrow at your lack of words.

"Close the blinds and lock the door."

You did as she said, immediately pressing the button and watched as the room gradually darkened when the blinds fell shut, after hearing the click of the door Leah beckoned you closer.

You could feel just how wet you are while you walk closer to her. When you're close enough Leah takes one of your hands in hers and pulls you to sit on her lap. You gasp after the sudden movement and bite your lip when Leah slowly drags her hand over your hips. She leans closer and places soft kisses on your neck, slowly inching closer to your ear. She bites your ear lobe and you whine when you feel her squeeze at your hips.

"Why don't you get on your knees for me baby? And if you're good I'll give a reward."

It's very pathetic, how fast you fell on your knees for her, but looking up at Leah with her strong gaze and sharp jaw and her blonde hair framing her face the only thing you can think about is how much you're aching for her.

You try not to squeeze your thighs together as you watch from your place on the floor while she slowly unbuttons her trousers. You lick your lips at the sight of her lacy black lingerie and your eyes immediately fall on the wet spot on the fabric. Leah threads a hand through your hair and brings you closer to her dripping pussy. She humms in approval when you go to remove the fabric, not failing to notice the mouth watering way her underwear sticks to her lips from the wetness.

"Be a good girl and eat me out."

You certainly didn't need to be told twice. You drag your tongue through her folds, relishing in Leah's soft moan. Her beautiful sounds only spur you on as you lick her and slurp her sweet juices with vigor. You know not to tease Leah so when her hands tighten in your hair you immediately take her clit in your mouth, sucking softly. Leah's back arches off the chair and her her legs squeeze at your head.

"Fuck, that's it baby. My good girl."

You moan against her cunt at the sweet praise and look up at her only to moan again at the sight of Leah with her blazer completely disregarded and her shirt unbuttoned all the way. Her tie is now loose and hangs between her lacy black bra. Leah is squeezing at her breast through the bra and pulling at her nipple while you continue your ministrations. You know she's close when she starts grinding her pussy on your face, her fingers holding you tight against her when she comes, liquid gushing out against your face while Leah lets out a couple of groans alongside a string of curses.

You pull back when she finally loosens her grip on your head. You smile up at her, face glisening with her slick and Leah groans, pulling you up and connecting your lips on a heated kiss. You push Leah's shirt of her shoulders but when you go to remove her bra she pulls back with a bite on your lower lip, leaving you whining.

"Time for your reward baby doll."

Leah spins you around before you can say anything. Soon she's unzipping your pencil skirt and gropping your chest over your top.

"Leah please..."

She smirks against your neck when you plead for her. It turns her on so much when you beg and you know it.

"What do you want love?"

You moan when Leah rubs soft circles over your clothed clit. Her lips still bitting your neck and creating hickies that you don't know if you'll be able to cover.

"I need your fingers Leah, please I need it so bad."

Leah doesn't seem to be in a mood for teasing, this is supposed to be a reward after all, so she removes your underwear and runs her fingers through your wet folds just to make sure they're wet enough before she shoves two in your throbbing pussy.

You moan loudly when Leah moves her fingers in you hard and fast, her second hand coming down to play with your sensitive clit. Her mouth has abandoned your neck to move further up so Leah can whisper soft praises in your ear. Her words only push you closer to the edge. Your moans are louder now but you're too far gone into pleasure to think about the fact that anyone could hear you.

"Fuck, Leah! I'm so close, please, don't stop!"

Leah doesn't stop, instead she moves her fingers much faster than before. You're now bend over the desk as Leah fucks you from behind, her slender hands never letting up in their movements.

It takes a few more thrusts and soon your legs are clamping down, trapping her hand between your thighs as your whole body shakes with the power of your orgasm.

Leah slows down but keeps moving her fingers, helping you ride out your orgasm. You go limp against her desk simply taking a few moments to catch your breath. Leah pecks your cheek and you smile.

"You okay, doll?"

"Fuck, we need to do this more often."

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#wlw #female reader #smut #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso smut #woso #arsenal wfc #arsenal x reader #arsenal wfc x reader #arsenal wfc imagine #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson #leah williamson imagine #leah williamson smut

[forever-rogue]

Heyyyyyy!! First things first, I LOVE YOUR WORK.

I have a request!!

I was hoping you could write a a Joel Miller x Fem! Reader -

Joel and Y/N met in Jackson, and together now raise Ellie. What if one night Y/N is out with some girl friends at a community event or whatever and some guys begin to hit on her and make some inappropriate comments about her, and her relationship with Joel. After Joel finds out he finds the guys and teaches them a lesson about respecting a woman, especially his woman?

You can write this or spin off however you want to! I’d just love to see protective / feral Joel

AN | Okay, so men are the worst but never Joel. Have some Protective!Joel 🥰

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language, Mild Violence (non-graphic knife use), undertones of SA (it doesn’t happen, but does get referenced)

Word Count | 2.7k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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"Are you sure you don't want to come?" Joel was already laid up in bed, a book in his hands that he wasn't really reading, instead watching you closely. You were mesmerizing.

"I'm sure," he promised, snapping his book shut and getting up. You watched with a small smile as he came over and stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and meeting your gaze in the mirror. His eyes were on yours as he pressed kisses to your bare shoulder, "go on and have fun, baby."

"I'd have more fun with you there, my love," you gently prodded him but you knew that when he had his mind set on something he didn't often change it.

"I'm too old and tired," he teased as you playfully rolled your eyes, "I'll make it worthwhile when you get home."

"Now you're making me just want to stay home with you," you reached up and playfully ruffled his hair, "you always make it worth my while cowboy."

"You are going to go out and have a good time with your friends," he insisted softly with a kiss to the side of your head. You pouted playfully as he pulled away and sat back in the bed, "I'll be waiting right here for you when you get back."

"I'm holding you to that," you winked at him before grabbing your shoes, "you and Ellie have fun too."

"Kid's with Dina tonight," the two of you exchanged a sly grin. Ellie was not good in the slightest at hiding her affections for the other girl, "but I'll keep myself occupied."

"Stay out of trouble!"

"No promises," and with that he resumed his former position and grabbed his book again. At least you wouldn't have to worry about him tonight, "now go and have fun, baby."

"I love you," you grinned at him as he pretended not to hear you, "say it back, Miller!"

"I love you," he promised softly, "now go and quit stallin'!"

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One of the best things about Jackson was that it was almost like life was normal. Well - it was normal, the normal that had become so over the course of almost twenty-one years. But there was still comfort in going out with a few friends, having a drink and not worrying about anything.

And, it would turn out, that evening you were mostly right. But also wrong.

Sitting around a table with your girlfriends felt so right, especially when you were gossiping about your current love lives. It wasn't so much gossiping as it was sharing stories, which was still a lot of fun.

"And then Billy said he wanted to try-"

"Hello there pretty ladies," and just like that your entire evening was ruined. The three of you immediately quieted and exchanged wary looks. The man in question was a scummy looking thing that radiated nothing but bad vibes. The friend he had in tow was no better and they were both smirking wickedly, "you look like you could use some company."

But you decided that you weren't having it. You sighed heavily, putting on a sticky sweet smile, "and you look like you can't read the room. Leave."

"Oh," he zoned in on you, stepping closer so he was leaning into you, his warm breath fanning over your face, "you're a feisty one. I like you."

"Well that makes one of us," you sighed dramatically, "you can go now."

"I don't think I will-"

"Listen," Maria spoke up and you'd never been more thankful for her, "you need to leave. Otherwise you'll be dealing with her husband and I don't think you want that. Or mine."

"Ahh," and then he had the audacity to touch you, putting his hand on your face and stroking your cheek, "cute. I'm sure this husband doesn't even exist. I could show you what a real man is like-"

"Go," Tania had had enough and shoved the man off you and stumbling backwards into the bar, "and don't ever show your face around here again."

"Fine," he held up his hands like he was the innocent party, "pathetic bitches."

But luckily they finally got the picture and left, leaving the three of you shaken, but alone. The interaction left a sour feeling in your stomach. 

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By the time you left the bar it was late and dark but luckily it wasn't a long walk home. More importantly you couldn't wait to get back to the man that was waiting for you at home. A wistful sigh escaped your lips at the thought.

But as you walked your usual path home you couldn't shake the feeling that someone was following you. That caused your heart to race and your mind to panic with worry, despite how calm you tried to keep yourself. 

After a little bit you stopped dead in tracks and turned around, looking into the darkness. It was then that you saw the man from earlier. Of course he waited. You swallowed the lump in your throat, "what do you want?"

"Aww, little lady," he took that as an invitation to come closer, "I just want to spend some time with you. You know, get to know you a little better."

"I have a husband," you couldn't mask the disgust on your face or in your voice, "and you're a pathetic prick, so you can fuck off."

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him," he was in front of you now, hand on your upper arm and grabbing harshly, "come on, you know you want it-"

"Fuck off," you pulled his hand off your arm and twisted it, causing him to groan, "and fuck you."

You kneed him in the crouch and he stumbled backwards, yelling a slew of curses at you. He definitely hadn't expected you to fight back, but he was so very wrong. You took the opportunity and ran the rest of the way back home.

As soon as you got inside, you slammed the door shut behind you, making sure it was locked behind you. You leaned against and took a moment to catch your breath and relax. 

"Hey baby," Joel was at the foot of the stairs looking at you with worry written all over his face. Fuck. You hadn't wanted him to see you like this, "what's wrong?"

"I-I'm fine-"

"Is that why you came runnin' in here and slammed the door?" He crossed his arms over his broad chest and raised an eyebrow, "baby-"

"I wanted to see you," you swallowed the lump in your throat; you hated lying to him, "couldn't get home to you soon enough."

"Mhmm," you could tell that he didn't quite believe you, but wasn't going to call out your bluff just yet, "you had a good time?"

"I did," and for the most part you really had. You walked over to him when leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek, "but this will always best out everything."

"Come on," he took your hand in his and laced your fingers together before gently pulling you up the stairs, "I believe I made you a promise. And I don't like to break those."

"I'd hate for you to do that too," you agreed, with wide, eager eyes, "don't want to break your wife's heart, do you?"

"Never," he led you into the bedroom and shut the door, ushering back towards the bed. You easily complied, sitting down when the back of your knees hit the mattress. Joel had a wolfish look on his face as he drank in the sight of you, "you're so damn beautiful."

"Joel," your cheeks warmed up as crouched down in front of you, his hands settling on your hips. Before you could say anything else, he leaned in and kissed you, softly at first but quickly with more hunger. 

Your husband reached for the hem of your sweater and slowly pulled it off before tossing it to the side. As soon as you tried to reach for him, Joel froze and pulled back, a hard look settling on his features.

"What is this?" He tenderly held up your arm, frowning at the finger shaped bruises that were already blooming across your skin, "who?"

"Joel-"

"Who did this to you?" He was angry, but not at you. Never at you. Tears welled up immediately as you looked at him with a pathetic little expression, "baby…"

"There were two guys that came up while we were at the bar," a few tears rolled down your cheek but he gently wiped them away, "they were being gross and creepy, but eventually left us alone. W-when I was walking home one of them was waiting outside for me and he started to follow me. H-he grabbed me and tried to…"

Joel didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around you, pulling in for a tight hug, gently stroking your back, "I know, baby. It's okay - I've got you. Let it out."

"He grabbed me but I remembered what you taught me and was able to get away," you buried your face into his chest, "'m sorry."

"What are you sorry for, huh?" He let out a long breath before pressing gentle kisses to the side of your head, "you've got nothing to be sorry for."

"I just…" you pulled back and sighed lightly, "I got scared. But I'm glad you're here."

"I'm sorry I wasn't there to help," his hand was on your neck as he stroked your jaw, "but I know my girl can handle anything. Who was it?"

"I think his name is Adam," you shrugged lightly, "he's part of that new group. The one with the beard that always wears flannels."

Joel's jaw ticked as his eyes narrowed. He knew exactly who you were talking about, "Adam."

"Joel," you put your hand on his shoulders and gave it a light squeeze, "he's a jerk but please don't do anything rash. I can let it go…please tell me you'll do the same. I know it sucks but I don't think he's going to be doing anything to anyone anymore."

"I can let it go," he whispered, closing his eyes as he kissed your forehead, "I love you."

"I love you too, Joel."

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So…Joel wasn't lying when he said he could let it go. Not technically. He could let it go.

But he sure as hell wasn't going to. Not for this. No one did this to his girl, his wife. Nor was this Adam going to ever do it again. He'd make sure of that.

The anger and rage was practically radiating off Joel as he walked to the main community building to report for patrol duty. He might have pulled a few strings to ensure that he'd be on duty with a certain someone…but it was worth it.

"Adam, right?" He put a fake smile as the younger man approached and nodded.

"Yep," he even sounded like an asshole, "you must be Miller."

"I am," he agreed and held out his hand, "Joel Miller."

"Nice to meet you-"

"You know what's funny," Joel's grip on his hand was like a vise, "you've already met my wife."

"Your wife?"

"Mhmm," he could see the man squinting as he tried to pull his hand away, "she told me all about it."

"O-oh," he was finally able to wrench his hand free, "what's her name?"

Joel almost hated even just telling him your name but he repeated it just loudly enough for him to hear. Adam nodded, clearly unsure of where this was going, “she was out the other night with some girlfriends. Another of which also happens to be my sister-in-law. She told me you were there with a friend. So.”

Adam’s face paled almost immediately as realization hit him. He knew exactly who you were, who Joel was, and that he knew what had happened.

“Listen, man - I think there was some sort of misunder-”

“Don’t,” Joel grabbed him by the color of his shirt and pulled him close, “don’t fuckin’ lie to me and say it was some sort of misunderstanding. My girl says you made them feel uncomfortable and that you followed her. I’m inclined to believe her - she has no reason to lie. Why would she lie?”

“She’s probably just-”

“I wouldn’t say another word if you know what’s good for you,” Joel’s voice was low and dangerous and he reached into his back pocket to pull out his knife. He held it up to his neck, just against the skin, not enough to break it but enough to provide a stern warning, “you should be glad it was my wife that you dealt with that night and not me. I would not have been so forgiving.”

“Please. I-I’m sorry-”

“Funny,” he smirked at the panicking man, “now you’re sorry. You weren’t so sorry the other night, were you? I saw the bruises on her arm. She asked me to let it go, you know. You’re lucky - after this, I will. But let me make this extremely clear - if I ever see or hear about pulling anything like this again….you won’t live to see another day. If I ever see you near my wife again, you will regret it.”

“Joel, I-”

“I am a killer,” he hissed through gritted teeth, “I ain’t killed anyone in a long time now, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t do it again. You understand me?”

“Y-yes,” he stammered nervously and Joel couldn’t help but dig the knife ever so slightly into his skin, causing a thin line of blood to bubble up. 

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes, I understand,” and just like that, Joel pushed him away, causing him to stumble over his feet and fall to the ground. Joel offered up a saccharine smile as he wiped the blade clean and stuffed it back into his pocket.

“Good,” he said firmly, “now get out of my sight and don’t let me see you again.”

Adam was gone and out of sight before Joel could say anything else. 

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“Joel Miller,” your hands were on your hips as you stood in the doorway to the kitchen as Joel walked inside the house. He looked at you with a sheepish expression; he was a smart man and he knew exactly what this was about, “what did I say?”

“You said to let it go,” he hung his head as he walked over to you. 

“And you did exactly the opposite of what I asked, didn’t you?”

“Yes ma’am,” he stated sheepishly. Before he could say anything else, he felt you throw your arms around him and hang onto him like a koala, “baby?”

“I can’t believe you did that for me,” you looked at him incredulously as he couldn’t help but smile at you, “did you really make him piss himself?”

“First of all, how did you hear about that?”

“Jenny who saw it all, who told Tommy, who told Maria, who told Ellie, who told me,” you grinned and he laughed. 

“He didn’t quite piss himself but I got the point across,” you couldn’t stop yourself from kissing him and you could feel him smiling against your lips, “you’re not mad?”

“I mean, I’m a little annoyed that you didn’t listen to me,” you sighed softly, “but also love the fact that you didn’t listen. You defended me.”

“I would do anything for you,” he took your jaw in his hand and turned your face up to his, “anything. I hope you know that.”

“I do,” you nodded, feeling warmth pool low in your belly, “I would do the same for you.”

“I know,” he kissed you with an intensity that you had practically melting into him, “I love you, baby.”

“I love you,” you made a small sound as he picked you up, “Joel!”

“Let me show you how much.”

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x fem!reader #pedro pascal #joel miller one shot #joel miller imagine #tlou #tlou hbo #the last of us

[uofcosmos]

jean bf hcs

sfw

- you guys only start dating cause you were friends already, he’s too much of a freak around girls hes not comfortable with

- rlly rlly bad flirt so you have to do most of the work, but tells all his friends that his game got you so bad

- if you tell him about another guy flirting with you he would act super mad and overprotective but he lowkey only does that to play a role (cause he actually trusts you)

- tells his friends that you’re so down bad for him but you guys just started dating and he’s the simp

- super into you wearing his clothes he thinks it’s super cute but acts super nonchalant and complains that you never give them back

- if you actually do he’ll get super pouty

- if you tell him you have a fictional or celeb crush he hates on them with a passion

- he’d be rlly into packing you lunch, with fruits cut into hearts and little nonchalant notes to go along with it

“cause i know your dumbass doesn’t eat properly “

- type of bf to have folder of you, specifically pics of you sleeping

- rlly wants your friends to like him, overplays how funny he is

- also if your friend wants to debrief/gossip with you he wants to be there and is always giving his own input and comments

- loves petnames but in the beginning he looks like he’s choking them out cause of how nervous he is

- loves babe!! also says princess but u make him fun of him for it in the beginning cause he always looks like he’s straining while saying it

- big spoon religiously!!! also likes sleeping with his bodyweight on you

- if he tells a joke in a group his eyes zone in straight to you to analyze how much you’re laughing

- if you find him funny he starts doing too much and it ruins the vibe of the function

- also yk the theory where if someone rlly likes you their feet are pointed towards you

- he will be facing the other way and somehow his feet are still directed right at you

- freak…

- rlly wants you guys to have “a song”

- also gets you guys matching necklaces pretty early on

- if he sees you looking at him he’d start playing with his necklace so you’d get “hot and bothered”

- you can tell but it’s cute so you let it go

- he would use his height against you - would grab things and hold them over your head

- arm constantly on you - around your shoulder or on your head

nsfw under cut!! mdni

- very very soft/service dom

-  your first time you giggle a lot and he’d start getting super flustered and insecure but it would end up very sweet after he stopped acting like he knew what he was doing

- after a few times, he’d start researching sex positions to show what a “freak” he is in bed, but he’s pretty vanilla

- he would never say it, but sex is “love-making” to him

- yk that trend where ppl would hit themselves in the face with a necklace and pretend eren was fucking them?

- jean would be rlly into doing that with his own necklace like it would be possessive thing to him esp cause u guys r matching

- type of guy to say he’s a munch 💀💀

- but also he’s not lying, he’d get too into it and you’d have to ask him to stop so you can finally fuck

- wants to see your face at all time, tried back shots once but got rlly sad ab it

- basically does whatever you want while having sex

- SUPERRR into you edging him

- he’d also rlly be into you wearing lingerie and putting on a show taking it off

- always tell you to “make some noise for him” bcs he’s also pretty loud and he doesn’t want to be the only one

- also just into it

- likes finishing on your tits, extremely simple-minded

- no matter how good you are at giving head, he’d always finish so so so into it

- he’d LOVEEE high sex esp after you guys share a joint in one of your rooms….. says that it “heightens all his senses” but he’s actually sloppy

- everything gets very WET

- kisses you every 5 seconds bcs he loves you so much

- aftercare consists of him peppering your face with kisses, wiping you guys down and knocking tf out

#aot #aot x reader #aot smut #attack on titan #jean kirstein #jean x reader #jean x y/n #jean x you #jean kirschtien #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirschtein smut #jean kirschtein headcanons #jean bf #jean bf hcs #jean hcs #jean headcanons #eren x reader #shingeki no kyojin #snk x reader #snk smut

[saleeba]

the baby-making manual ; william saliba

summary ♡ baby fever hits the salibas full force.

pairing ♡ william saliba x fem!reader

content ♡ 18+, smut, husband!william, kissing, p in v sex, cunnilingus, reader & wilo are so broody & so in love with each other, missionary, doggystyle, riding, lotus position (yes i’m fucking depraved don’t look at me like that 🤕), soft romantic vibes, breeding kink, praise, body worship, size kink ofccc, clitoral stimulation, titplay, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it unless ur name is y/n and ur starring in this fic 🥸), creampie(s), a smidgen of cockwarming, blink and u miss the one french word in here, talks about having kids, aftercare included !!

a/n ♡ the title is so goofy & nobody asked for this but the concept has been eating at my mind since the end of summer + i've had this in the drafts since oct so i gotta put me first lucius 😫😩😫😩😫 anyway this is day one of converting you all into wilo girlies hehe WAKE UP WORLD‼️ pls lmk how u all find this fic btw!! ik it won’t get as much attention as my jude ones bc there prob aren’t as many fans but i rlly would appreciate anything u have to say about it !!! 🫶🏽🥰 enjoyyyy mes chéris!! 😌❤️

an unexpectedly warm spring’s saturday had given cause to an impromptu barbecue held by your parents, and you and william had found yourselves in the company of most of your relatives for the day. how your mother had convinced half the family tree to be present on such short notice you will never know but you were grateful nonetheless, extremely happy to especially see the loved ones you haven’t seen since getting married to your now-husband a couple of years ago.

it’s close to eleven in the night now, your arrival at home being so belated due to the clash between your insistence that you and william had to go home as he had training the next morning and your father’s greater insistence that the two of you stay a little longer for another cup of tea, another plate of food, even the whole night if you wanted to. in the end, you had to put a politely firm foot down, more for william’s sake who can’t say no to your parents for the life of him, and who was on his way to accepting your dad’s invitation to stay the night before you spoke up. you knew the events of last night would repeat for the morning, your parents in a tug-of-war with you to make you guys stay for breakfast but you supported your case with the argument of the long drive home and the fact that mikel wouldn’t appreciate william’s tardiness the next day, especially at such a significant time in the season. 

you’re sitting in bed by yourself right now with a novel in hand – william having gone to take a much-needed relaxing shower – inwardly laughing to yourself over your husband’s people-pleasing antics and your mind meanders to the scenes of this afternoon, the sounds of children’s laughter and adults’ gossip in the air accompanied with the smokey scent of grilled food taking over your senses. you reencounter images of william chasing your little cousins, nieces and nephews around the garden — small, sweet giggles mixed with william’s deeper chuckles as they’re all engaged in an exhilarating game of tag, little feet and large padding around the property. 

your thoughts are pulled back into reality when the ensuite door clicks open, a cloud of steam puffing into the bedroom before it reveals your husband clad in nothing but a white towel around his waist, droplets of water dotted on his toned chest and abdomen. it’s a sheer sight for sore eyes and one that you will never tire of so you shamelessly watch as he smiles at you before gliding across the room, moving to his vanity to apply generous amounts of body lotion to bring back moisture to his skin, the action making his skin glow so prettily under the warm lighting of the bedroom. 

it’s these moments of silent appreciation that have you feeling like the luckiest girl in the universe; an adonis of a lover in your bedroom, one that would move heaven and earth at your beck and call, and there’s denying that you would do the same for him. 

in all your daydreaming, william’s moved on to pulling his pajamas on for bedtime, a pair of dark grey boxer shorts acting as said pajamas as he opts to go shirtless in fear of overheating on such a toasty night. you place your novel down, the previously read page distinguished with a bookmark, as william places a soft kiss on your forehead before tucking you both in under the thin sheets. 

“mum was really bad with the baby talk this time, wasn’t she?” you turn your body on its spot, head propped up by a bend of your arm as you face william who lifts his head at your rhetoric question. “i mean, you did look so fucking adorable with the kids today so i don’t know if i should say sorry on her behalf.” 

“not at all,” he only lets out a breathy laugh, now mirroring you in the shift of his own body. “i’ve had most people asking me about it now.”

“really?” 

you’re quite shocked to learn that there are indeed a lot of people who are eager to see william and yourself have a family of your own and that it’s not just pestering from your mother in particular, who has asked about when she will be seeing grandchildren from her daughter and “favourite son-in-law” from the moment the two of you had just about exchanged rings. you’ve grown accustomed to answering with the same old ‘we want to focus on us/our careers/our freedom’ response but there’s a little curious something that’s pulling the two of you to consider everyone’s requests.

“mmhm, i think i could count the number of people at the club that have asked me about it using my hands and my feet,” the pair of you laugh at this, a shake of your head over how believable that comment is despite it sounding so silly since the environment of your husband’s workplace is so close-knit and everyone is comfortable with each other. “it’s not just that, though, is it?” 

“no?” you question his tone turned serious now.

“when i see the guys and their kids, i can’t help wondering what i might be like in those sorts of situations, y’know?” you sit up at his words, heart racing a little faster with the way he looks at you; looks into you as he again copies your movements, taking your hands in his after leaning his shoulder against the headboard. “can’t help wondering what it would be like seeing you and a mini version of us in the stands during a match… wanna see our baby matching shirts with their papa, wanna hear their tiny voice cheer my name…”

you swear you feel your heart stop as soon as his lips form the words ‘our baby’. 

“oh, william,” you sigh over his thoughts spoken aloud, a slight pang of guilt hitting at your heartstrings and causing your eyes to tear up just a little. “why didn’t you tell me about all this, hm?”

you had no idea of his desire to have children, always assuming his response to everyone’s questions to be the same as yours and believing that he wanted to prioritise football over starting a family with you for at least a couple more years. 

“it’s not your fault, sweetheart, not at all.” his fingers swipe under your eyes in precaution against any spilt tears. “having a baby, hell, even wanting a baby... it’s a big deal; it’s hard to just drop it into a conversation if that makes sense.”

“of course, that makes plenty of sense,” his hands grip yours in a tight embrace, placing a kiss on the slightly trembling digits in an attempt to soothe you. “you really want to have a baby with me?”

william laughs softly at your words and the way you sit with your mouth gaping, starry-eyed with a million thoughts racing through your mind. 

“no, i want to have a baby with mrs khan next door.” he deadpans, referring to your elderly neighbour, before you shove at his shoulder, a blush overcoming your cheeks as you realise how daft your question is, disbelief over how much william wants to be a dad seeping into the way you’re thinking right now. “you’re the only woman that i want as the mother of my children, y/n, the only one.”

his eyes look even more beautiful in the peek of moonlight through the curtains and you fear your heart may give out tonight, squeezing so hard in your chest with the love that you feel for your husband.

“can i kiss you, baby?” he asks so politely, thumb running over the plumpness of your bottom lip. even after so many years together, he’s always the gentleman but still, you tell him that he doesn’t need to ask anymore — you are his to have as he is yours.

his lips descend upon yours with a gentle force, hands clasping over your waist where the black silk material of your short nightdress stops him from touching the warmth of your soft skin. instead, william decides to pick you up and place you on his lap, the urge to feel your body as close to his as possible controlling his actions, your knees dropping to either side of him as your clothed chest meets his bare one. 

as the kiss deepens on what seems like its own accord, you feel yourself growing wetter, thankful for your earlier decision to forgo underwear for the night as you grind down onto william’s lap, the cotton of his boxers creating delicious friction on where you need it the most. 

breathless sighs turn into light moans from the two of you as william tightens his grip on your waist with the same strength your core presses down onto his hardening length before he turns you both over to have you on your back, his form hovering over yours, lips ghosting over the nook where your neck meets your shoulders, leaving an eruption of goosebumps in its trail. 

in the pleasured shutting of your eyes, you can feel william’s hands pull down the loose straps of your nightdress, then a kiss on each shoulder and then the heat of his breath over your exposed breasts. 

“so beautiful, darling,” he looks up to your blushing face, the compliment painting a shy smile on it before his lips wrap around your left nipple with wasting any time. a whine is pulled from your lungs over the way william suckles on the nub, a tiny tug of it between his teeth causing you to arch your chest further into his mouth. of course, he doesn’t forget to pay attention to your right boob, taking his sweet time in kissing and swirling his tongue around the stiffness of the other side. “how did i get so lucky, hmm?”

you whimper in response as he brushes his lips down your body over your nightdress; from under your breasts, over your navel and arriving at the base of your tummy, where he places the firmest kiss of them all atop of the lustrous material. 

“william…” 

“gonna take care of you, baby, i promise.”

his hands now come down to your thighs, where the inner parts are sticky with arousal, and he hoists the hem of your dress up past your bellybutton, the pressing together of your legs to soothe the ache of your core as a light breeze hits it inciting your husband to part them and find home in the self-made gap. his head lowers to where your pussy lays nearly leaking onto the sheets and your breaths quicken, reaching an all-time rapid high when william plants a kiss on your clit, one so soft that it would’ve been deemed innocent had it not been in the midst of an action so filthy. 

in the ‘o’-shapedness of your mouth, amorous sighs escape as he starts his attack on your wetness — mouth open, tongue out, lapping at your juices as you sing his praises in the form of high-pitched moans. his tongue slips past your drenched folds to find your sopping hole, the tip of it poking past your entrance as he’s full-on eating you out now, open-mouthed moans from the simple pleasure of your pussy on his lips almost drowning out your sounds. 

there’s a particularly lusty moan from you when his thumb finds your tense clit, a couple of rubs on it releasing a string of cries out of the confines of your lips as your legs tremble from their position on his shoulders. from the very beginning of your married life, william had made it his mission to become well-acquainted with you in the bedroom, and you think he’s succeeded as the way he knows which buttons to press to get you to cum at his mercy is very telling, fingers working expertly in toying with your sensitive nub as your walls clench around nothing but the conjured-up image of cumming all over his mouth and pretty face. 

“william… i-” you start but are soon interrupted by the intense sucking of your already pounding clit between his moistened lips. the wail you let leave your body is almost pitiful, the feeling so fucking good but so sudden and unexpected that you fall head-first into your orgasm, crashing into it with a spasm of your thighs around william’s head, pawing at his dark hair for some inkling of relief and grounding since you truly believe you’re about to lose all sense of reality with how strong this orgasm has hit you. 

william doesn’t relent despite your convulsions, placing kisses over your clenching pussy and shaky abdomen. you manage to still your involuntary motions to catch a glimpse of his face in all its glory; his lips glistening wet with your release and his eyes darker than ever, impossible to distinguish the colour of his pupils from the colour of his irises, an unfolding plan of what’s to come for you both behind his soft gaze.

“did so, so good for me, my love,” he praises, kissing you through panting breaths from the both of you. “want to feel you around me, fuck, need to feel you around me, baby.” 

you go to deny him at first, nestling your hand against the bulge of his boxers but he’s quick to deny you in turn. 

“no, baby, tonight’s for you, ok? just wanna take care of everything— take care of you.” 

you nod in acceptance, knowing that arguing with him would be futile, a gentle flame in his eyes telling you of his determination to do nothing but be at your service until the sun comes up.

“how do you want me first, amour?” 

you almost swoon at the question, unable to believe that you essentially have this man at your mercy now, getting dizzy over choosing whether you want to ride him into oblivion first or save that for later and have him take you from behind to start with. either way, you know that tonight was no night for a meagre one round.  

“how about as we are right now?” you suggest, the current arrangement of you on your back and william on top proving perfectly convenient for you guys to start with your favourite position in bed.

“sounds perfect, baby,” he smiles before getting up to rid his body of those grey boxers and then almost leaning over you to pull a condom from the nightstand before he stops himself midway, the both of you realising that this is a habit that will need to be unlearnt now. a pair of giggles erupts between you and a silent agreement to forget the condom for the whole purpose of tonight is sealed with a rerouted kiss from william. he then prompts you to lift your hips so he can slot a pillow underneath them and have you as comfortable as you can get. you can’t resist biting your bottom lip at the pulsating anticipation between the two of you, the sight of his bare cock admittedly making your mouth water. 

now back on the bed and parting your legs, william resituates himself in between, this time with his cock in his hand running down your increasingly dripping slit, the occasional dip past your folds making you wince in an addictive combination of overstimulation and urgency. 

“shit, angel, i’m sorry,” his apology is sincere as he searches your eyes for signs of discomfort. “we don’t have to do this right now, we can take a break, do you want me to ge–”

“babe, i’m fine, okay?” you huff out a laugh, your husband’s honestly innocent face tickling your tummy and making your core ache even more. “j-just fuck me, will, please?” 

his answer comes in the guise of an assured smooch against your swollen lips, taking the quiet opportunity to sink into your wetness, completely raw for the first time, with a loud deep groan that makes your stomach feel like it’s gloriously folding in on itself. you revel in finally having the naked thickness of his cock inside you, experiencing every ridge, vein and inch of smoothness directly between your gummy walls with a hushed fuck before he gets to work on setting a moderate pace — slow and savouring it seems, his way of saying that he wants this to last as long as it possibly can. 

"william… so big..." no matter how many times you've been under him and how many times you say it, it will always ring true; the initial stretch and burn that his cock creates for you will always light a fire of delicious friction, tonight being a million times more special than every previous encounter put together. and no matter how many times william hears it, it will always set his mind ablaze, hips now pistoning at an unfathomable speed as he can’t hold back anymore, moaning and groaning about how good you feel uninterrupted around him, how there'll be no one else for him, how you're everything to him. it all has your pussy gushing around him to no end. 

your whimpers warn him of another impending orgasm, the tightening clasp of your cunt and the way you’re clawing at the softness of his lower tummy in sheer desperation make william’s movements falter just the slightest, a whine leaving his throat as he can feel his own climax catching up to him.

“close, baby,” he warns in sentences incomplete, brain whirring on pure pleasure and nothing else but the desire to have you cumming around him. he’s afraid that he may finish a fraction too soon and leave you disappointed so his fingers find your stiffened clit again, the caressing of his thumb a little harsher this time around as part of an effort to get you both to cum at the same time.

the pleasure you’re receiving from the touch of his thumb and the stroke of his dick is almost too much, hands willing their way to pull his off of you but the speed at which your second orgasm hits you beats any other competition to the finish line, pussy barely squeezing to trigger william’s first orgasm of the night; your lover climaxes inside of you with a sound so guttural, it has him almost collapsing against your shaking form but you invite him to do so, a tender hand on the back of his head guiding him to a safe haven in the crook of your neck as the strangely comforting feeling of thick, white liquid streams down your inner thighs. heavy breaths saturate the dimly lit room as you lay with your lover for a moment, warm bodies basking in the aftermath of a shared orgasm.

after a comfortable minute or two, william speaks up, his voice dropped to an octave so deep it relights the fire in your seeping cunt before your head can even process his words. 

“how does round two sound to you?” he’s asking amidst the plotting of a few kisses up your jawline.

you’re ready to jump his bones again on your own accord so when you hear the request fall from your husband’s lips, it’s an immediate “yes please” from you, not even bothered to feel shameful about the reeking desperation of your response.

a knowing chuckle and another kiss seal the deal, william pulling your now-creased nightdress over your outstretched arms, leaving you completely bare but free; accessible to his every touch. he asks you to turn around onto your hands and knees, setting the pillow down underneath your lower abdomen as a precaution. 

“there we go, angel,” he places a tender kiss at the bottom of your spine, running a hand up the natural curve of your back while you anticipate his next action. “gonna make my pretty girl feel so good tonight, she deserves it all.” your thighs divide instinctively in response to his voice and the sight of his cum glistening on your skin has william choking on a moan, needing to stroke his cock on the white-stained slipperiness.

“william, don’t tease,” you beg with a shake of your ass against his crotch to get him to hurry and slip his length inside of you. “can’t wait anymore.”

your husband obliges immediately, having lubricated his dick enough with his own release off your thighs, pushing into your hole with so much more ease and a filthy squelch as the realisation that the majority of his cum from the previous round is still inside of you hits him. oh, it sends william’s entire being into a lustful frenzy. 

“f-fuck, baby, listen to how well i filled you up,” he gasps out, mouth forming an ‘o’ shape as the dirtiest noises he has ever heard emits from where his cock is connected to your pussy. 

you’ve done this position more times than you can count but the raw state of his dick plus the way it definitely plunges deeper from all the lubrication william has created inside you has you growing wetter beyond belief, another layer of arousal helping him reach damn near a whole new dimension of your cunt. you don’t want to lend your name to porno-fuelled incorrect biology but you swear he’s in your cervix right now, the pillow now playing its part in hoisting your bottom half up, back arching so beautifully, making it the perfect setup for william to split you in half with every thrust of his length.   

between a melody of cries of his name from your worn lips and his deeper moans, you surprisingly cum without a word of warning; it’s fast and it’s hard and it’s white-hot, almost launching your body off the bed entirely. it’s not so surprising, actually, given the speed of william’s pounding inside of your creaming pussy and the resulting splat-splat-splat noise his actions make, all of it way too much, way too depraved and addicting to try and avoid. 

“good fucking girl,” your husband grunts out at the sensation of yet another round of your pussy walls spasming around him, another round of hot cum spurting into your hole as he fills you up with an animalistic fuck! marking the round so differently from the last one, which was so full of love, this one in a tone that is much more lewd and untamed. 

you’re still on all fours, moaning softly at the flood of cum that spills out of you from around william’s dick and onto the sheets below, cunt still clenching his shaft which doesn’t seem to get any softer despite the two of you having been at it for nearly two hours without a break. your husband, sheathed still in your core, runs a series of kisses up your back, reaching the back of your ear to leave praises of how good you were for him just then and how pretty you look while he’s balls deep inside of you. eventually, he pulls out with a throaty moan, leaving you panting as you fall onto your back to look up at his fucked out expression.

william’s standing there with his hands on his hips, chest heaving, face all smiley and flushed, an image not too dissimilar to one where he’s fresh off a victory on the pitch. you wish you could take a picture of the scenery in front of you but you trust your memory to sear it into place for you instead.

“fucking hell, if i’m not pregnant by now then i don’t even know what to say!” you laugh out at the mess you’ve both made of the sheets and yourselves, and william joins in before quipping in with a “hmm, we should make sure, just in case, of course.” a cheeky tone in his voice as he snuggles his mouth against your neck, the hair on his chin tickling your skin as you squirm on the bed out of ecstatic amusement.

“okay, okay, but first we have to take a break, babe!” you manage to squeal out before william ceases his tickle attack on you, letting you go to the bathroom while he fetches a glass of water from the kitchen. 

by the time you’re finished and clean, william has the bed remade and the glass of water held out by the hand upon your return to the bedroom. you shake your head at him, bemused at this butler act he’s now performing.

“your refreshment, mrs. saliba,” he mocks what you assume to be a posh british accent, his own french one adding so much charm to it. 

“i thank you, mr. y/l/n,” you smirk back and take a sip, careful not to choke as william pushes your shoulder in jest with an oi before sitting down on the edge of the bed and watching you set the empty glass down on the nightstand. 

“so, about that making sure thing,” you pounce on his lap within a split second, settling your hands on the warmed skin of his shoulders.

william throws his head back in a hearty chuckle. “fucking hell, what was in that water?!”

“shut up and kiss me, saliba.” you command and he doesn’t dare to do anything but oblige, lips catching yours in a heated kiss that reinstalls all elements of hunger and lust inside of the pair of you. running your hands down and over the expanse of his chest has william parting his lips in a low groan, you taking the opportunity to slip your tongue inside his mouth and swallow all of his sugary sweet sounds, not wanting any ears other than your own to hear them. the resumed grinding of your naked crotch on william’s has him hardening quickly, another order from you to go lay himself down on the pillows moving scenes on as rapidly as you like. 

“good boy,” you admire the way he’s displayed himself for you, long athletic body sprawled out in all its glory, the moonlight a little brighter now that the night has really settled in. “you look so good like this, william, fuck, need to have you inside me now, baby.” a couple of tugs on his stiff cock and you’re sliding down onto it, william’s hands – slightly sweaty from excitement – holding you in place as you begin to rock and raise your body. 

there’s a harmonised whine from the two of you as you’re filled with his thickness once again, william encased in your snug, plush walls, and the swivel of your hips atop him makes his teeth grit in euphoria. seeing this spurs you on more, momentum picked up from the way william throws his head back, leaving his neck at your mercy and you of course can’t help but nip and kiss and lick over it, the sounds being pulled from his throat so saccharine and tuneful. 

he pants out with a vice-like grip on your hips, the skin white with the extreme grasp his fingers have on it. “s-slow, baby, slow…” he pleads while you rock and grind and bump into his crotch like a woman gone mad, chasing a high that is just at the tips of your fingers… just a little more. 

you whine out his name, scratching at his chest where you had previously been resting your hands for leverage, and he finds a little leeway before taking a gulp of courage and sitting up to meet the stirring of your pelvis with his, cock sputtering up into your cunt as he supports you with his large hands behind your back.

the position is possibly the most intimate you’ve been in — naked chest to naked chest, your nipples rubbing against the softness of his pecs, your knees on either side of him as his are crossed underneath you, body so much smaller than his, lips so close to touching with every jerk and bump but never really kissing, always teasing. it’s all so fucking hot and there’s nothing you want more than for him to fill you up once more. 

the knock-knock-knock of another orgasm has you pulling him so close against you, practically forcing him to shift his entire weight on top of you. you feel the need to bury him inside your skin. to be bound entirely and irrefutably. his lips, just now attached to the mounds on your chest, start rambling in his native tongue. you're not quite fluent in french but you've been with william long enough to pick up some things; the important things. through his wanton panting and sighing, he's spilling all his desires to you — telling you that he can't wait to see you swollen with his child, can’t wait to see if they’ll have his hair or your smile, can’t wait for you both to finally be the parents you had dreamed of being. there’s a fire in his words and it sets your whole body alight, scratching down his back in vicious streaks that will surely be present for the next week.

“w-william, please,” you wail, legs burning in their effort to capture your awaiting high. “put a baby in me, fuck, please, fuck a baby into me.” freshly hot tears are fully spilling down your cheeks now, the ecstasy of his cock pounding into you and the promises he’s made to you proving too much and you need relief from it all, desperately.

“gonna do just that, angel, gonna fill you up nice and good,” he moans out, pulling you in closer to his gyrating form. “gonna fill you up over and over until we get that baby.”  

and that’s the tipping point for you, your husband’s words, so sincerely sweet yet sinful, being the thing to push you over and have you cumming with a thunderous scream of his name. your pussy gushes around his rigid length, walls fluttering around it so forcefully you’re scared they’ll be stuck like this forever. william soon follows with his own orgasm, a few throaty moans that sound so pretty coming from his plump limps as they match the rhythm with which he spurts his sticky cum into you. your legs tremble in both exhaustion and bliss around william, and he’s quick to soothe them over with his hands, mouth landing kisses over your face and your chest. 

there’s only a symphony of heavy panting from you both now, and the occasional whimper or soft moan, as william lays on his back with you on top of him, large hands running up and down your back to steady your breathing, his dick still firmly in you. you're pretty sure you've forgotten what it feels like to be empty and without him.

“you okay?” he mumbles into your hair, a loving kiss left on your forehead before he tilts your chin up to look at him, your eyes weary and ready to doze off. you can only muster up an mmhmm but william is determined to end the night perfectly for you.

“hang on, baby, okay?” he requests before slowly pulling out of your heat and dashing to the bathroom where you can hear the din of him rummaging through cupboards and running the bathtub’s taps, leaving you to laze around with a pool of cum leaking out of you. the sudden crash of something metal followed by a shit! is enough to pull you out of the clasps of sleep, however.

your husband reappears swiftly, a boyishly guilty look on his face to which you raise an eyebrow. 

“everything’s fine!” he assures your silent questioning. “i want to take care of you right now, though. please?”

you flash him a tired but teasing smile in affirmation and he picks you up bridal-style, giving a quick kiss to your lips before walking you over to the bathtub and gently placing you in the comfortably warm and bubbly water where you feel your muscles instantly relax. the calmingly fragrant scent of chamomile fills your nostrils as you sigh up at your lover. 

“thank you, honey,” you speak, a slight croak to your voice from honest exhaustion. william nods at you before plotting another sweet kiss on your temple. 

“room for a little one?” he asks with a beautiful grin on his face, teeth all out in his signature style.

“always.” you scoot forwards to make room for him and he slips his much larger frame behind you, instantaneously pulling your back into his chest, hands delicately soothing over your tummy as he delivers a bunch of kisses across the plane of your shoulders. 

“sounds stupid but i already have a list of names that i wanna go over with you.” he says shyly after a moment of quiet.

you giggle and set a devoted kiss to the wedding band on his ring finger. 

“i’m all ears.” 

#MAH DICK FELL AWFF #guys it’s not even funny anymore i NEED him to put a baby in meeeeeeeeee 😫😫😫😫😫😫 #literally the only french person that deserves rights EVURRRRRRRR he can put his oui oui baguette right inside this pu- #the only man i would cook and clean for i promiseeeee you #william saliba #william saliba imagine #william saliba smut #william saliba x reader #william saliba x you #william saliba x y/n #football imagine #footballer imagine #footballer smut #˗ˏˋ 📝 ˎˊ˗

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how to start living in your “it girl” era | 2023 🍸 pt. 1

this is just a fun, random list. feel free to start implementing these ideas into your life to make you feel more like you’re in your “it girl” era 🤍 again: this is meant to be fun. no negativity please.

i. when at lounges, casinos, cocktail bars, nice restaurants, etc.

if you’re of age, try ordering more “upscale” beverages at the bar like classic cocktails (the manhattan, negroni, martini, etc.), wine, or champagne.

it’s also more fun to go during the downtime, late night hours on the weeknight (monday-thursday… even though thursday might start getting busy). unless you want to be in a louder environment where everyone and their mom is on top of each other, ordering over your shoulder because the bar is packed, then go at more quieter times. dressing up nicely, going to a nice establishment, and ordering a nice drink when it’s dimly lit, upscale, and there’s only a few people in there is such a vibe.

if you can, try ordering an uber luxe/premium to the restaurant or valet your car. ***make sure to tip***

ii. when at home

lounge in nice quality pj’s. silk/satin shorts and a sleepy shirt work very well. if it’s cold, opt for longer sleeves and pant legs.

drink water or any beverage you have in a glass, not the bottle or the can it came in.

of course, keep your place smelling good and clean. burn a high quality candle (i find that the expensive candles are definitely worth the money). for a home fragrance, lean less towards scents like vanilla, and more towards scents that are more perfume-like.

if you’re in the process of adding decor to your place, a lot of luxe interior designers like to add those random “art” pieces like sculptures, bowls, paintings, and other random decor around. but they like to keep the furniture minimal. the ambience is almost always natural sunlight during the day, and dark, dim, moody lighting during the evening.

iii. your social media

remain mysterious— posting several times a day, everyday is a bit much. unless you’re an influencer, limit posting to a few times a week, if that. “oh she posted again” doesn’t necessarily scream that you have a life.

keep your photos of similar quality with one another. using the same filter or preset keeps everything uniform if social media matters to you.

refrain from posting when you’re not at your best. refrain from posting you venting about something. be mindful of what you post. does it represent you as a person?

iv. your attitude (to others and yourself)

don’t be a rude person. don’t be bitter. don’t be resentful. don’t be negative. don’t gossip about others. don’t participate in the weird trend of self-deprecating “humor”. you should know you’re that girl, and you should move like her too. you should act in a way that you won’t accept nothing but the best, but still remain humble enough to know that it might take a bit of work on your part. raise your standards with men, raise your standards with friends, raise your standards with yourself. don’t compare your journey or yourself to others, even if they’re on a similar journey. be kind, be loving, and keep it moving on a positive note at all times

again, this was just a FUN post. if you wanna implement some of these ideas, perfect. if not, that’s fine too. love you lots xoxo

#leveling up #hypergamy #luxury #femininity #level up journey #level up #hypergamous #hypergamous dating #high value dating #high value woman #dream girl #self help #self development #self love #self care #self improvement #levelling up #leveled up woman #leveling up journey #it girl #it girl energy #it girl aesthetic #coquette #self care aesthetic #clean girl #green juice girl #pink pilates girl #pink pilates princess #vanilla girl #advice

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Hohoho open to tea shop au ideas i see

What abt my favorite trope that I forgot to ask abt before….

Carried over someone’s shoulder with their hand on ur thigh or ass, and then going abt their day in front of others w u just there

😏

Brat

Words: 800

You knew you were probably playing with fire here, but it wasn't like your ankle was that bad. Just a little sprain was all, you could still do your job just fine! And you wanted to, you couldn't stand the thought of closing up shop for the day on a Sunday.

You loved Sundays more than anything. It had been half a year since you had opened and Sundays had become such a wonderfully busy yet cosy day for you. The old book club was always in gossiping away at their table. They had actually brought their own tea set and it now lived on the shelf only to be used when they were in. It's neighbour was the Japanese teaset that the D&D group that came in on Sundays used (they eagerly explained at length how it fit with their setting and how your tea blends and mochi just really fit the vibes). The father and daughter who always came in just after lunch didn't have a tea set but you had overheard that he liked pink and she liked orange so you always used the little kitschy peachy and orange fruit patterned tea set for them.

And it's not like any of your more protective customers had been there yesterday when you twisted your ankle. None of them had been in today either (you sometimes went weeks without seeing any of them which was to be expected) so you were probably safe from getting a right talking to about being on your feet. Not that the book club hadn't fussed about it, they very much had, but you were pretty good at hiding how painful it was so they didn't push.

If only John Price wasn't the most observant man on the planet when it came to you. Him and his boys had just gotten off of a mission and of course after cleaning up and debriefing they wanted to come visit their girl. You hadn't noticed them come in, too busy chatting away and pouring more tea for the group who seemed like they were scolding a set of dice.

The first hint something was off was Herzogin. She was always rubbing right up against him, Simon and Gaz while being a mean little thing to Soap. But this time she didn't so much rub against his legs as dart nervously over and paw at him.

The second larger hint was his arch nemesis, that awful cow Agnes who just wouldn't die even though she had to be about 102, looking at him with her beady little eyes and then gesturing with her head over to you. She was telling him he needed to pay attention to you, telling him something was up.

It took him all of 3 seconds to see how you favoured your right foot. All of 5 to conclude that you absolutely should not be putting weight on your left ankle at all. 10 to get to your side. Simon was right there with him, understanding the mission without words as always as he took the teapot right out of you hands so Price could heft you over his shoulder, chest to his back and legs dangling over his torso as he secured you with a strong grip to your thigh.

Your smile had barely had time to reach full wattage at seeing them before you were in the air with a little screech.

“J-John! Put me down!”

“I’ll get you another pot, any more snacks?”

“Oh actually could I get one of the strawberry mochi please? Hm? Right yeah make it 3 then.”

“‘Course.”

“Simon!” you yelled, in disbelief that he was just doing your job and your customers were straight up letting him.

Price jostled you on his shoulder to heft you to a better position for him and then walked over with you to the table where Soap and Gaz were now sat.

“What’re we thinking then lads?”

“Ye have any of that smoky tea in hen?”

“Lapsang souchong and yes, I have it in” you answered on instinct, hands pushing against Price's back so you could raise your torso and twist to look at Soap and Gaz who were very much not acting like this was strange at all.

“Aye, we’ll take that.”

Price turned with you then to make his way to the kitchen and you started to kick your legs to be put down. The smack to your ass was both mortifying and maybe a little bit exciting.

“Behave yourself luv or I'll need to tame the brat right out of you.”

Well, at least you could just bury your head in his back to try and maintain some level of dignity at how you had reacted to that.

#mhairidrabbles #mhairianswers #mhairidrabblesteashop

[astroyongie]

Hi yongie can you do a the boyz ideal type post?

The Boyz Ideal Types

Sangyeon

Physically he likes someone on the average heigh

someone that is more on the slim side

His usual type is someone that takes care of their appearance and of their body

they are naturally pretty and a symbol of beauty

so people that enter the beauty standards

long hair, fair skin, big eyes

a mix between cute and sexy

That use makeup and that dress well

so feminine girls in general

personality wise, his ideal type is someone that is playful

and flirty

someone that laughs at his jokes and that has more of a submissive side

Someone fair and that is all about balance and equality

His ideal type is also someone that works hard but is balance between work and domestic

Sangyeon is still attached to traditional roots but at the same time it needs to have some sort of novelty

Jacob

In his case he is terraced to people that are funny and easy going

he is more into people who are extroverts by nature

his ideal type is someone that communicates well their feelings

someone his parents and his friends would like and enjoy

someone with a good sense of humor too

based on his chart Jacob's ideal type is someone diplomatic that can engage with other people

someone with whom he can argue on the positive side

i also feel like the person needs to be friends and lovers at the same time

but honestly as long as the person can be versatile and jovial it is a pass

Physically, Jacob isnt that picky

but he would prefer someone with defined (or strong) arms

with well designed hands too

probably someone that wears a lot of jewlwey and rings for exemple

perhaps tattoos on their arms ?

but thats basically that!

Younghoon

In Younghoon's case, his ideal type is someone work oriented

Someone that takes care a lot of their health as well

but generally someone who is career focused

who is independent

who doesn't need him, of his status or his money since his ideal type is not eh same pedestal than he is

Probably someone that is very clean on themselves

And organized

His ideal type is someone that screams "boss slay" and has their shit together

physically someone with short hair

sharp features

small eyes and smaller height

a perfez harmony between slim and thick.

his ideal type is a little feisty and they have a strong personality

they can be judgmental in a way because he would love to gossip with them

someone he just clicks

he doesnt need to share words with

thoughts are enough

Hyunjae

his ideal type is someone on the sexy side

probably on the introvert type of personality

Hyunjae is into average height people

long silky hair

deep cat eyes

someone awfully gorgeous but also intimidating

like there's some balance here

in their personalities, his ideal partner is someone emotive

sensitive yet deep

someone he can connect you

his ideal type is also clever

and assertive

I they can be jealous and possessive he would be all for that

someone that can match his energy and his liking in love

his ideal type is someone that dressed classy like, sometimes a little edgy

Juyeon

his ideal type is without a doubt someone who is career oriented

someone who screams "I have go this"

like he wouldn't mind being taken care by them on a financial level

but other than that Juyeon ideal type is someone pretty

someone with sharp features

with fair skin

nice hair and who takes care of themselves and their appearance

like they want someone who gives a luxury vibe to them

personality wise, someone that works well

someone who is assertive and they know what they want in life

his ideal type is someone who can solve problems

who are down to earth and don't act bratty

His ideal type hides a sense of dark humor

but they ar pretty serious in their every day life

Someone who can teach him but also rely on him with their lives

extrovert or introvert doesnt matter as long as they are independent

Kevin

Kevin has the same ideal type than Juyeon

they have to be someone who are assertive

who gives the vibes of owning the place

someone Collected that dont allow their emotions to have the best of them

someoen hard working

their career is a priority and their financial background needs to have a certain status

Kevin's ideal type is someone clever

who probably has done important studies or hold important jobs

someone his friends would be jealous of

physically someone smaller than him

but feisty

his ideal type has luxurious hair, they take care of their nails and skin

they have routines and hey are stick with it

they make sure to be a balanced style of sensuality and boss like vibe

Chanhee

this boy is a dreamer

is ideal type is probably impossible to find because they are just too perfect

and for that I mean they need to be physically perefct

fit the standards he has

they have to fit on the beauty, their hair is nice and well combed

their skin is well taken care of

they are just a beauty in their feet

they have big round eyes and they smile a lot

his ideal type is someone bubbly

who has a nice sense of humor

someone who is fun and laughs a lot but are also very sensitive

Someone that needs him

someoen that cries and develops co dependency on him

Chanhee's ideal type is someone who will be utterly In love with him

someone who will do anything and anything for him, no questions asks

Just someone that fits all of his own perceptions of beauty and of "perfect partner"

Changmin

Oh okay so his ideal type is someone on the sexy type

misterioso type too

someone who doesnt talk much

who is reserved, perhaps timid and introverted

but who is emotionally aware and clever

Changmin's ideal type is someone with dark hair and eyes

dead eyes are his type

He might be attracted to someone on the numb side for exemple

his type is someone he can connect it on an emotional level

someoen who will understand him without him having to open up

love and passion

Changmin's type is someone who will hold his hand

throw tantrums of jealousy

who wears his clothing

and has the same weird passions and interest that he does

Haknyeon

This boy is attracted to girls that will make him cry

on a honest point, he wants his partner to be feisty

to have a hot head and a bad temper

like someone spicy to say the least

Someone who is competitive

Who laughs a lot and have quite a nice jokes

his ideal type is extroverted and does well with other people despite their temper

physically someone with defined abs

like someone who does a lot of sports and take care of their health

His ideal type is someone who can keep up with him when it comes to adventures

who won't be tired with cardio (cough)

more into short people

with short hair

who will fight you

Sunwoo

Okay for our big boy

it's mostly like Haknyeon

physically is ideal type is someone atheletic built

he is into people who have their body well defined, muscled in a way

Short hair is more of his things

if they have any facial scar is is all in

his ideal type is someone strong and with a high white smile

They can be more on the masculine side for exemple

or not have such a feminine vibe for exemple

someone funny and unhinged

someone that will challenge him and making him lose his mind

His ideal type is someone hot tempered

that is competitive by nature

who will always see him as a prize they have to fight for

Someone who can make decisions and knows what they want in life

Sunwoo has no time for yes or no, he needs someone that matched his fiery energy

Erik

okay he likes people that are different

like his ideal type needs to be edgy, needs to be different

it wouldn't surprise me that he is more into curvy people for exemple

people that dont really enter the beauty standards

They could be people with piercings or tattoos in their body

someone with colorful hair and modified body parts for exemple

this ideal type is just someone that isnt him

so there's the possibility that he is also attracted to people of different skin color and ethnic

Based on chart, physical aspects aren't that important

as long as there's a good chemistry between him and the person

but in any case, we can say that Erik's ideal type is just someone different

with their own beauty

a very unique personality

someone that isn't conventional, and that doesnt truly follows rules

a little bad boy/girl for exemple

but who is still educated and fair

someone with an open mind that he can talk with about anything and everything

#The Boyz #The Boyz astrology #The Boyz headcanons #The Boyz imagines #The Boyz scenarios #The Boyz reactions

[tamras-shieldmaiden]

The Kuvira childhood vibes just hit me with a cute headcanon that expands nicely what I already developed here.

So I've always believed that little Kuvira was a prodigy who just needed positive reinforcements and the right environment for her to thrive. She was a quick learner, and once something genuinely caught her attention, she would fully devote herself to it. That's how she became part of the Zaofu troupe, as their youngest member, no less. Her interest initially came from her efforts to emulate Suyin because she realized she felt very happy when Suyin paid her attention and lavished her with praise. So, being the troupe one of the matriarch's favorite pet projects, Kuvira decided she wanted to find out what was all about. She had also heard Huan talk in length about it at the dinner table with enthusiasm. Her curiosity piqued, she asked for an audition, and like the little infuriating gremlin that she could be, she ended up stealing the spotlight from the lead dancer with her raw talent. That didn't endear her with the troupe, instigated by the lead dancer who didn't take well that a kid could outstage them. Suyin, fearing the ostracizing would reverse the progress with Kuvira who was finally leaving her taciturn and moody attitude behind, was ready to take her out of the troupe when she realized that the girl was completely unaware of the silly drama. During breaks, while the other dancers got together to gossip, Kuvira would join Huan, who, along with the stage hands, were in charge of the metal props the troupe used as part of their performance. Kuvira would sit down, and while she shared her snacks with him, she would watch Huan work as she listened to the explanations to his work, because despite his age, he took his art very seriously. Half of the time, she wouldn’t understand what he meant, but it didn't matter because she enjoyed listening to him and he liked that someone in the family aside from his mom took interest in his work, and they would end up coming up with even more grander and weirder ideas together. After a prank that Su suspected had been orchestrated by the stage hands and her kids, the diva dancer quit the troupe, and after that, the practices became drama free. The kids continued to hang out together until Kuvira joined the Zaofu Guard, and so they ended up drifting apart. But unbeknownst to Huan, Kuvira always kept in her pocket a small metal badgermole that Huan had sculpted for her during the troupe practices as a good luck charm, as reminder of the good times they shared together.

#the legend of korra #legend of korra #tlok #lok #headcanons #childhood headcanons #kuvira #huan beifong #suyin beifong #zaofu #dance troupe

[hwnglx]

oo i just saw your enha and lessera reading, it’s so interesting!! if you have some time could you do a similar reading for enha and ive? they’re my ults!! 🫂

what do enhypen and ive think about each other?

based on tarot. i do not know these idols personally. energies are always changing. what i say is NOT straight fact. pls take it with a grain of salt!

enhypen > ive

heeseung devil, 6ofw, 6ofsw&empr+char phew, what a start? i keep hearing "arrogant" for him. thinks they're complacent, big-headed.. like they let fame get to their head too much. there might've been a member he found very beautiful and actively approached, but has since moved on from. jay 2ofw, aceofc, 7ofw doesn't seem too close to them, but there might've been opportunities for him to grow closer, that didn't develop much. thinks they have strong and opinionated personalities jake 9ofc, 5ofw, 4ofp&knofc thinks they're very confident and proud people who have a lot of things going well for them, but also have a lot of suitors, and aren't that easy to get close to. might've flirted with some of them sunghoon herm, 5ofc, queofwrx, 10ofp, sun&kingofp thinks they're a very career-oriented and financially stable group, believes they could go on for a long time. some regrets and unwanted distance he's feeling, might've tried to get in contact with one of them more but didn't succeed sunoo temp, death, empr, queofw his thoughts on ive are very balanced and chill, nothing crazy or outstanding. the energy is sweet though, he sees them as beautiful and strong women, who have transitioned a lot over the years. (getting the feeling that getting along with girls comes to sunoo very naturally. i bet he has many girls he's friends with. i can see him gossiping with them a lot lmao) jungwon tower, justice&kingofsw, 3ofp&hangm very strictly "business and no feelings" here. sees them as colleagues. thinks there's a sense of unpredictability to them niki 9ofc, world similarly to jake, sees them as a very fulfilled and successful group, who are aware of their worth. also very wellrounded and capable of various things

in general, i'm getting a lot of respect for their achievements and overall their work. personally, they seem to think they're a group of successful girls who know what they want and what they are, and who aren't necessarily the most friendly, more distant and closed off. more invested in their own world, don't care about engaging with them. very unbothered vibe, in a "we're just doing our own thing and killing it, what about you?" type of way.

ive > enhypen

gaeul aceofw, 6ofc, 8ofw thinks they're very creative and ambitious. might share some fond memories with some of them and still talk from time to time, some nostalgia here yujin 9ofc, 4ofp, 5ofsw&3ofc thinks they're confident and proud of their achievements, but overly uptight and careful. like they care too much about what others think? i keep seeing her think "lol chill and let lose a little" rei 2ofp, 5ofp, 6ofw thinks they have a lot going on, busy all the time. also respects them for coming out stronger and successful after going through some tough times wonyoung temp, 3ofwrx&aceofprx always gives me this vibe she doesn't concern herself with anyone else, in a positive manner. like she respects everyone, very peaceful. still might think they don't really have established stable foundations to go very far, like they keep missing opportunities, and are still shaky. liz 4ofw, 7ofw+3ofsw, fool, aceofc sees them as this happy and carefree group of boys, very bright and positive energy for her. but also thinks they get defensive and feel attacked and hurt pretty easily, like they're overly sensitive in her eyes. leeseo 9ofp, aceofw, hier&moon+fool thinks they're financially sufficient, independent and very creative guys. they have a lot of potential, but are somehow blocked in their freedom.. like they stick to the rulebook a lot, don't take many risks. she believes they could get even higher if they went out the box a little more.

#kpop tarot #enhypen tarot #ive tarot

[icanseethefuture333]

Can you do the same reading that you did on Karina for IVE Wonyoung?💗💗

PURRR IT GIRL WONYOUNG, yk the vibes 🧘🏽‍♀️💅🏽

Tarot reading on:

IVE's Wonyoung

Wonyoung's reputation as an Idol:

The Hierophant, Six of Cups, & Knight of Wands

For Wonyoung's reputation, I see that people see her as a calm and sweet person, who also has great self assurance. She is very sure of herself and what position she wants to play in society. Wonyoung wants to reach to the top and won't stop until she gets there. People could think her fanbase are apart of some sort of cult though (I mean... judging by the #wonyoungism trend... I could totally see that 😭). Her fans worship her, literally. They don't have anything bad to say about her. Also I feel that Wonyoung adores her fans just as much as they adore her. She sometimes feel they can project their insecurities or trauma dump onto her though, so it can be overwhelming for her at times to deal with given she's still young herself. Overall, Wonyoung wants to be a good role model for kids younger than her and would like to be considered their big sister 🥰. (Clarified by the Star) This is a wish fulfillment for her and I feel that Wonyoung has been manifesting this level of fame and success ever since she was a young girl. Her self concept is impeccable.

What does the music industry think of her?:

Seven of Cups, Seven of Wands, Seven of Pentacles, & Ace of Cups

Wow 777, so the industry or the entertainment she's signed under feels that they hit the jackpot with her. Wonyoung attracts business opportunities with ease and she gets her job done efficiently. Her mindset is "I want it, I got it" and so her label has no worries when it comes to her. I feel that Wonyoung is also able to express herself very elegantly as well when she doesn't feel comfortable with something or has an idea for a concept that the group should do. Simply put, everyone around her just loves her. I'm curious to know how the members of IVE feel about her though. (Clarified by Ten of Swords, Ace of Swords, & The Lovers) I feel that the other members were scared about being in a group with someone who was already so popular. Some members of IVE could of had read some comments and felt excluded or sad they weren't as mentioned during their debut. They had to have some sort of conversation about it with their label and I think as they got to know her, the worries they had originally just faded away. Wonyoung and the other girls could have come to an agreement about something? Or they have great communication skills, so there isn't the need to compete with one another. The members of IVE do care about each other and have a close bond. It's giving girls supports girls and we love to see it 👏🏽.

What do other idols think of Wonyoung?:

Four of Cups, Three of Swords, Five of Cups, Four of Pentacles, The Chariot, & The Moon (reversed)

(TW: Body shaming)

Wow I couldn't even shuffle and I already channeled some messages: "She needs to get off her high horse", "she's setting an unhealthy beauty standard", "she's too skinny". People have A LOT to say about her it seems and it's nothing nice. When idols are asked what do they think of Wonyoung, they just get so mad??? Some people could genuinely just hate her but don't even actually know her. This saddens Wonyoung because she'd like to be closer with some idols but they don't even give her a chance (poor girl aw 🥺😭🤧). Wonyoung at this point just keeps to herself because she feels when she tries to make friends it doesn't work. She is very sensitive and protective of her heart. Wonyoung could be reflecting on her actions and wondering if she did something wrong. She is wondering if she is being as good of a role model that she wanted to be. (Clarified by Two of Cups) I think eventually she will make a best friend soon ☺️! Someone who could relate to her and meet her half way. This person is very humble and likes to get to know people without gossip or rumors being involved.

Who is the person that Wonyoung will become friends with?

Page of Swords - Ahh okay I think I know who the person is. They are someone with masculine energy. Possibly someone from JYP? They could have long black hair and their features resembles a cat. They are both similar as regarding their abilities to attract prosperity and abundance, so together they could be really powerful.

#wonyoung #ive #ive readings #kpop readings #kpop reading #celebrity readings #tarot readings

[skullsemi]

May I suggest a concept for you?

*AHEM* Inhales

Fanny being besties with Mortimer and Gladstone. To me, this would work very well because I see her that since she's Oswald's ex and Mortimer is Minnie's ex and from her appearances but mostly deriving from "All Wet" that I get the vibe she's kinda like the "I'm a nice girl, sis" And then will gossip about someone behind their back.

Plus, I think it would be funny that she "teaches" the boys on how to treat a woman but it's a 50/50 on good advice and bad advice.

In conclusion, would you consider adding the girlboss? I think that and it's your opinion at the end of the day. Thank you!

You know, the idea never crossed my mind, and I can't say it's a bad idea!

And hey, I'm not really the boss of anything so you yourself can add her to hang out with them! I mean that very positively, that's the fun part in having ideas, headcanons and all the million explanations to have silly characters have a silly interaction

I do like crossovers so why not? Draw/Write/Talk about your ideas and put them out there, the more unique the better :)

#inbox #fanny cottontail #mortimer mouse #gladstone gander #have them go mall shopping once a month to catch up like y e s #also your ask made me watch that cartoon and omfg I laughed a lot more than I was expecting

[alastairstom]

In ur HC, what novels and fandoms would AU Modern day, Historical TSC be into rn?

Follow up, if each of them had a Tumblr , what would their blogs about be and why?

I'm just going to do my favourite characters, hope that's alright!

MATTHEW

Tumblr handle: @/wilde-wanderer. He posts travel content and dog pics a lot, and there's a lot of crossover with his travel Instagram. He also is in the Oscar Wilde fandom for sure and posts a ton of Ben Barnes thirst traps (@belle-keys, thinking of you).

5 books he'd love, because he's a romance and fantasy lover like me (queer books are blue):

The Charm of Magpies seriously. It's got Wildean weird vibes and also is just genuinely an oddball series unlike any other.

Don't Want You Like a Best Friend by Emma Alban (this is NEW btw and incredibly good, an immediate favourite

By Any Other Name by Erin Cotter

The Adventures of Amina Al-Sirafi by Shannon Chakraborty

The Carnivale of Curiousities by Aimee Gibbs

ALASTAIR

If he had Tumblr, I think his handle would be @/grumpycatcarstairs. But he'd post minimally and just let it sit and sit forever. Periodically, Thomas would remind him it exists. He'd just post aesthetic paintings and cPTSD content.

5 books he'd love, because he likes mysteries and philosophical works that make him think:

The Six of Crows duology by Leigh Bardugo

The Scythe trilogy by Neal Shusterman

The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins

The Sins of the Cities series by KJ Charles

Not really modern, but after his time. I think Maurice by EM Forster would hit him hard in the solar plexus.

THOMAS

His handle is @/thomas-the-tree. He's a pretty active Tumblrina and he posts a lot of his own content, mostly aesthetics and moodboards. Maybe some stimboards ala @caterpillarstims. He also posts a lot of positivity for people with mental illness.

5 books he'd love because he loves both action and comfort literature:

The Sum of All Kisses by Julia Quinn

Two Rogues Make a Right by Cat Sebastian

The Heartstopper comics by Alice Oseman

A Lady for a Duke by Alexis Hall

Stalking Jack the Ripper series by Kerri Maniscalco

CORDELIA

I am of the strong belief that her handle would be @/kickitwithcordy and she'd have a sideblog for Cortana pics called @/kickitwithcortana. She and Alastair would also have a joint blog called @/kickitwiththecarstairs, but it's mostly on YouTube and they just have gossip videos. There's a full one where they roast Matthew's famous travel Insta.

5 books she'd love about kickass women:

Girl, Serpent, Thorn by Melissa Bashardoust

A Stitch in Time by Kelley Armstrong

The Divine Rivals duology by Rebecca Ross

Innocent Traitor by Alison Weir

The Rhapsodic series by Laura Thalassa

James, of course, always reads them aloud to her even when they're not to his personal taste. <3

#matthew fairchild #alastair carstairs #thomas lightwood #cordelia carstairs

[f0point5]

this is the anon that asked about the lando fic just now -- i'm not really on social media so i can't say that i've noticed a vibe shift HAHHA but i totally get where you're coming from

tbh the plot you described if i remember correctly (they're too much of a playboy so y/n who is a model/influencer has to pretend to date him i think??? or am i actually making this up??) would work for quite a few drivers imo if you want to shoehorn someone else in for that one

out of curiosity which drivers would you write for? like just at all (as in, i'm assuming you would never write for like lewis or checo but if you found the right plot who is someone you'd be open to writing for)

It’s not really on social, more in interviews and just his general demeanour. But yeah that’s all conjecture I might just be insane lol I just feel like he’s…on the verge of doing a Rosberg? Like about to ditch everyone in his life and go “beast mode” to try and step up his game? Or that he’s beginning to get frustrated with his general position on the grid? Idk I have a feeling something is cooking there.

Anywayyy

Yes, the idea was that Lando and this model have a PR relationship. Him to stop being the subject of embarrassing gossip and her for reasons the fic would dive into. And it was going to be like, both of them discovering who they are away from the paths they’ve both had from children, with a heavy emphasis on Lando’s love of photography helping Y/N rediscover her love of fashion/photography/art/modelling.

But yeah the PR relationship could work for several drivers. The photography angle could work especially for Daniel. It would also be an arc for Daniel to be thinking more about life outside F1 given he’s just come back.

Off the top of my head I think these are the drivers I could have good arcs for, with no brainstorming. Like they have in-built narratives.

Charles - the Bianchi!Reader plot lives in my head RENT FREE

Daniel - it would be bittersweet but I think cathartic and so “you deserve a soft epilogue” coded

Oscar - shy, focused, out of his depth Oscar with an outgoing firecracker would just be The One. Oscar navigating fame and team politics…maybe with a Zak’s daughter Y/N…I’m just sayin’

Lance - nepo baby Lance in his flop era getting hated on for breathing with a girl who couldn’t care less about cars and just wants him for him, and to see him do what he loves.

Lando I don’t think has as much of an in-built arc but I also think he could work for so many adorable tropes. Grumpy x sunshine, fake relationship, sibling’s best friend, boss’s daughter, I see it all for Lando.

George and Carlos are two I’d like to be able to do something with, but they just don’t give me main character energy. Everything about those two kindaaaa radiates second driver. (Carlos maybe a bit more first driver for upper midfield team but still not Main Character™️)

And I could fr do SO MUCH with Esteban’s in-built arc (Esteban in an enemies to lovers arc with a Max’s-Y/N-type nepo baby would just be *chef’s kiss* and I remember in the fic I dropped various hints about the fact that Esteban had a bit of a beefxcrush on her because that arc was just so *there*) but he IRKS me so much I could never. It really is a shame because his whole story is just such great background fodder.

Obviously could write 18k different storylines for Max also lol

[niicevibe]

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐤𝐞𝐧 + 𝐘/𝐍 𝐇𝐂𝐬

While writing for Ryūken, I got a little in the feels about him... He was a little difficult to write for though, for sure. Really felt like I drifted here, but... c'est la vie. Also!!!? He has like, no headcanons on this site. Which is understandable, but sheesh.

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @toofilthy (again, omg, it took this long... but at least it only took me three hours to work on today, haha! haha...)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mentions of autopsying and minor character deaths.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: I've left your position ambiguous again, just like I did for Uryū's headcanons, as well as your tenure at the hospital. Besides, you could've been a young patient when you first met Ryūken? He just gave off those big daddy Quincy vibes and you couldn't resist...

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

After the event that took place thanks to Juha Bach back in the nineties left him a single father while simultaneously claiming the lives of both his wife and the girl he once loved, Ryūken threw himself into his work and subconsciously swore off any semblance of romanticism.

Truly a first rate doctor with the best possible patient care in mind, perhaps it was thanks to this emotional suffering that allowed him to climb to the role of hospital director. But is it any consolation?

A trait that both of the Ishida men share is there lack of a need for romance, or perhaps in Uryū's particular case, should the prospect of a relationship come to pass him, his courting game is strong. And his prudish nature? Well, I'd like to believe he gets it from his father...

Looking back on that same history, Ryūken hasn't always been as cold as perceived by those around him. Having both a protector complex and a savior complex, and in wanting to marry someone for love and not out of obligation, he could easily prove to be quite the casanova should the effort not come out to be so... stick-up-the-butt-ish. It's a wonder how he took so much after his cold-hearted and goal-oriented mother, and how his father's kindness he inherited became the recessive trait.

It doesn't tend to show all too obviously. He isn't a doting father. How good of a husband he had been to Kanae is another story all together. They grew up with each other, with Kanae as his waiting hand. She was fond of him, and he was grateful for her. So, more likely than not, he wasn't doting, but he had enough care in his heart for the woman.

It's not something Ryūken cares to talk about, not even with himself, let alone with his son. It dwells in the darkest corner of his mind, how he couldn't figure out the cause of Kanae's coma. How he couldn't avenge her when she finally passed away.

But it is something he concerns himself with whenever you're around.

Emotions are burdening. But then again, if he hadn't been fueled by them the day he discovered that silver blood clot during Kanae's autopsy, he would've never been able to help his son and get that revenge he desired.

You knew him not to be a vengeful man. Not under normal circumstances. In his own silent and subtle way, the man loved his patients, his career, and dare you even speculate, his own son, despite the weird dynamic you discovered them to have. You note how naturally cautious and meticulous and focused Ryūken is with everything he does in his life. It was fascinating to you, in an awful, sad way.

All because the hospital gossip was too strong to ignore, you found yourself staring. And Ryūken Ishida isn't an easily swayed man, but... he's grown unnerved that the story of his wife's death was the reason for your newfound attention on him. He's also not the type to ignore that attention, you realize, when he's suddenly inviting you to eat with him in his office.

How could you say no to the director? And even more so, to a man you've found yourself thinking about for the majority of your day? Even when you return to the four walls of your home, Ryūken Ishida lives in your mind. You'd been content just seeing him around the four walls of the hospital, and now, he wants to sit down with you? Does he... think you've done something wrong?

As far back as you can remember, you don't recall anything you've done in your job to be something that's killed a patient... and when you inquire about this through the small sips from your juice box, he's calm in assuring you that that's not the case. But he wants to know why he's on the receiving end of your pitying glances.

It's the fact that he only thinks they are pitying glances that has you so shocked.

Though you have heard the rumours through the hospital that his son was emotionally obtuse before his partner set him straight, you can't help but express to the man how wrong he is. Which, apparently, is a rarity in itself.

You admit that, sure, you feel sadness for the man who had to autopsy his own wife to recuperate from his grief, for the man who couldn't save her life no matter how hard he tried. You tell him how much you wished the world to be more forgiving and less of the taking that it keeps seeming to do. Now, it's been so many years since you first watched him wandering the halls of his hospital, blue eyes as empty as the hands who failed to find any answers.

"It's not pity," you promise him. "Just compassion."

If he's surprised at your truth, he doesn't immediately show it. Understandably confused considering how little you've managed to interact with the man, but... he finds himself touched at the result of your candor.

There are often days where Ryūken forgoes eating normal meals, despite any stringent schedule keeping he makes attempts at. Almost always busy between any meetings or scheduled surgical procedures, he finds himself visited by you much more frequently, having brought homemade bento for the both of you, and on a much more daily basis. He doesn't speak his thanks, but you can tell in the subtle shift of softness his eyes take on when he looks at you versus anyone else in his life.

Your relationship, whether platonic or romantic, would start off incessantly slow, something you had both been content with due to the nature of your official meeting. For you to be more forward or more expectant in relationships is not something Ryūken minds. If not pressured nor at an impasse, he is normally a very calm individual, especially if you had been happy to show some patience of your own through things.

Ryūken seems like the kind of man to swear off any further attempts at relationships or courting, himself, and maybe not due to trauma, but to the frustration of his own fallibility regarding Kanae and Masaki. Not that there would be any chance of a similar thing ever happening to you like it did them, but without needing to outwardly admit it, Ryūken wouldn't be able to make it through an experience like that again.

He would not be a fan of obvious public displays of affection. Hand holding may be his limit (professionally). Other times, loosely linking arms while on a walk is something he would dare to manage. Subconsciously, his thoughts drift to what Uryū might think about him having a new partner, and should he see his father with you, how he might react. Would he feel betrayed? Some days, Ryūken thought he might be doing the same to Kanae's memory. But you've been respectful, patient throughout the whole ordeal.

Despite how much time had passed between then and the present, he would truly thrive in that understanding environment.

In private, Ryūken might dare to share the odd chaste kiss with you. They'd serve to fuel him on those longer days he'd be unable to tear himself away from his office.

Ryūken would be a casual romantic. Being the busy, goal-oriented man he is, he'll have little time to be able to spend planning elaborate dates or trips, unless he truly got lucky. And perhaps your schedules might not overlap within a day-- in his stead, Ryūken might order something to be delivered to your doorstep. If he's unable to make it home, perhaps phone calls might not suffice anymore. The odd video chat might set him at ease.

Ryūken is not an open book, so unless he comes out and admits exactly what he's thinking behind his seemingly cold eyes, you might not ever know what's on his mind. Don't be afraid to prod him for answers every now and again; with his focus on everything else, he might not even think to explain himself.

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The characters of marauder era as girl group kpop idols

(i don't listen to boy group very much so i can only do girl group very well, this is where the male characters are genderbent)

Regulus would be like Wonyoung of IVE of course, bc she gives off such wealthiness vibes and the concept of IVE fits her (genderbent regulus) well since it is so rich girls who are so pretty and elegant and seem so better than you, also Regulus would be like Wonyoung bc of the fact that her mere existence would piss people off and make the headlines all of the times bc of there jealousy. Also, like Wonyoung she would be so smart and good at everything. Her song would be I Am by IVE. or Eleven by IVE. But Regulus would be short unlike WOnyoung who is so tall. Bc i cannot imagine Regulus being tall. If not WOnyoung then Sakura just bc Sakura is my #1 kpop oshi so I don't want anyone but Regulus to be alloewd to be her lol

Barty look like Chaewon from Le sserafim/Izone (i like Izone music better than le sserafim), i am so positive of this. Barty would sing Baddie by IVE or soemthing, or maybe Unforgiven by Le Sserafim. Since Barty look like Chaewon and Regulus is Wonyoung in spirit they can sing Catallena together a song which i like bc of the lesbian lyrics

Jaxxsin Thicass would be well idk most kpop girk group girls arent super buff but Kazuha of Lesserafim looks strong and everything so maybe her. Or Taemin of SHinee i guess he is buff right? idk boy groups well. Jaxxsin Thicass would sing hmmm maybe bubble by stayc bc i don't like that song very much. OR maybe I got a boy by SNSD (i like that song and love SNSD but the songs about being a gossiping person complaining about others being happy so it fits Jaxxsin)

The marauders would be in Itzy or something idc they sing Dalla Dalla

Lily would be Jessica by SNSD bc Jessica looks good with reddish tones in her hair and bc Lily would sing SNSD songs well like The Boys and Run Devil Run she give me that 2nd gen vibe

Ok i will try more on the marauders Sirius can be uuhhhhhhhhhhhh Chaeryeong of Itzy she will sing Dalla Dalla

James can look like hm james also give me the 2nd gen vibe so maybe someone else of SNSD like Sooyoung or someone actually she doesn't seem anything like Sooyoung so maybe someone like Ryujin of Itzy she can sing Dalla Dalla

Remus can be Minju of IZone yes this one is clear to me she can sing La Vie En Rose by Izone or Moonlight Sunrise by Twice. Well Izone is a huge group so its fun to imagine that everyone will sing La Vie En Rose together

I can't make anyone into Peter bc some kpop fan will find this post and be like "you are trying to call my idol ugly" NO! I'm not! She will sing Dalla Dalla

Evan will sing ETA by newjeans and will sing Ditto by Newjeans with REgulus and Barty beautifully

please message me if you need to know any of my thoughts of other unmentioned characters or if you want to get into a fight with me over my opinions

#marauders era #regulus black #barty crouch jr #marauders #jaxxsin thicass #lily evans #sirius black #james potter #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #evan rosier #izone #ive #le sserafim #snsd #girls generation #jang wonyoung #sakura miyawaki #chaewon #kazuha #jessica jung #sooyoung #chaeryeong #ryujin #kim minju #newjeans