#i can’t focus watching alone 😔😔
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this may be a lil crazy but can you do a vinnie fic where reader is one of the sturniolo quadruplets? maybe like the fandoms colliding, the “triplets” fans all collectively fake bullying vinnie (I truly feel like if they had a sister she’d be like everybody’s girl crush like maya hawke) and just how they’d be such a cute internet power couple
a/n: i’m so in love with this idea it’s kind of insane 😭 the second i saw it, i started writing. def not the best but i did what i could :)
exposed - v.h
vinnie leant back in his gaming chair as he stared at his screen. he had taken a pause on his game of valorant to focus on the questions or comments his viewers had for him.
one in particular caught his eye
who’s your celebrity crush?
“i don’t really have a celebrity crush. i mean, you guys know how i feel about margot robbie but if i had to pick someone else, i think i’d say yn sturniolo. she’s freaking gorgeous.”
lmaooo 😭
bro get in line
don’t tell him to get in line, he might as well cut to the front 🙄
she’s so pretty
YN ?!?!
“i take it you guys know her?”
know her⁉️ we love her
that’s bae right there😪
love of my life fr 😫
vinnie stifled a laugh as he eyed the way his phone lit up with a text almost immediately after what he said.
yn 💋
gorgeous???
oh, how generous 😔
he had unknowingly made a habit of responding to your texts as quickly as he could. so without much thinking, he reached forward to grab his phone and respond.
vinnie 🤭
gorgeous, beautiful, stunning, absolutely perfect
i can keep going
yn 💋
please do 😌
i’m kidding. pay attention to your stream, your fans are getting curious
he looked up from his phone, his cheeks flushing a bit at the idea of you watching him. his eyes trailed over to the chat,
what’s bro smiling about?
what are the odds he’s actually messaging yn right now?
zero. bro has no game^^
“bro has no game.” he repeated, chuckling slightly, “you’re not wrong. i’ll play one more game of val and i’m off.”
he placed his headphones over his head, shaking his head slightly, hoping he was nonchalant enough to push away their wonders.
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you sat in the backseat of the car with your brother, nick as he spoke to the camera set up on the dashboard.
you could hardly pay attention to what was being said with the way chris kept pushing his seat back against your knees.
“stop!” you hit the seat, instantly getting him to start an arguement.
“you stop yelling!”
matt sighed, he had grown used to yours and chris’ banter, having dealt with it for his entire life. he chopped it up to the two of you being the youngest siblings of them all.
though, with the banter came the closeness between you two, so he knew you were only joking. however, the loud groan nick let out told him to get involved before the argument could escalate to anything more.
“leave her alone, chris.”
“she’s messing with me—“
“no, i’m not.” “no she’s not.”
“shut up! question is: who’s your celeb crushes?”
“i don’t think i have one.” matt shrugged,
“i’ll play it safe and say jacob elordi.”
“i’ll go vinnie hacker.”
chris frowned, turning in his seat to look at you, “that’s not your crush, that’s your boyfriend—“
“um— shut the fuck up?”
“dude, what the hell?”
“just cut it out, nick.” he waved off the eldest triplet, turning his attention back to you, “you can’t say your boyfriend is your celebrity crush, that doesn’t count.”
“they don’t know he’s her boyfriend, dumbass.” matt pointed out.
“just say someone else, we’ll re-film it.”
“no, because then it wouldn’t be authentic.” nick rolled his eyes, “i’ll cut her clip out. way to ruin it.”
“shut up! i was confused.”
“you’re always confused.” you scoffed, earning an offended look, “turn around.”
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vincenzohacks WHAT⁉️ @/lovelyyn you seeing this?
| lovelyyn i’m seeing it 🤔
yn.sturniolo bro…
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mattxliamneeson WTF HAPPENED TO HAVING NO GAME 💀😭 @/vinniehacker
secretlysturn not nick exposing them 🌚
| nicksgiraffehat it was technically chris…
>>> secretlysturn ‘it was technically chris 🤓’ nick edited the video 😒
vinniehacker huh
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| letstrip123 this kind of annoys me 🌝
| hackerxsturn IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE
hackerslovevin it’s the way nick and chris exposed them and have yet to comment 😭
| nicolassturniolo we messed up… @/christophersturniolo
>>> christophersturniolo yeah…
yn.sturniolo @/matthew.sturniolo have i mentioned how you’re my favorite brother?
| matthew.sturniolo once or twice 🤷♂️
| christophersturniolo it wasn’t my fault 🙄
| @/yn.sturniolo @/vinniehacker sorry ?
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i’m not going anywhere | j. miller
joel miller x fem!reader
warnings: mentions of joel’s suicide attempt, mental health problems, reader & joel being purely in love and devoted to each other i love it 💯, age gap (reader in 20’s, joel in 50’s), violence, murder, death, angst, reader being ellie’s mother figure YES MA’AM, flashbacks in italics, reader has a past with david, no word count cause i forgot 😔
i bet your shoulders can hold more than
just the straps of that tiny dress
that i’ll help you slide aside
when we get home
joel watches you from across the room, talking to some of the other women in jackson. he sees you laughing, the sight of your smile putting him at ease, knowing that you were at least comfortable.
it’s been a few months since the three of you arrived in jackson: yourself, joel and ellie. ellie was the first one to settle in, happy to be somewhere that wasn’t the QZ or the outside world, and you were soon to follow after her. all you ever wanted was a peaceful place to live, and jackson was the closest thing to it. and joel, he was the last, but only because he couldn’t settle until both you and ellie had.
the dress you wore was white and short, it hugged your chest tightly and pushed your breasts up like a corset would. joel didn’t know where you found that dress, but he’s glad you did. all he’s been thinking about is taking you home, slipping that dress off your body and worshipping you like a theist to their god.
he walks over, places his hand on your waist in a gentle grip and forcefully smiles at the rest of the women. “excuse me, ladies, need some time with my girl.” joel watches as the women nod enthusiastically, he doesn’t know if it’s because they like how he treats you or just like him. he doesn’t know because he can’t read other women, he’s only ever spent his time learning you.
“hi, honey.” you smile brightly at him, looking into his eyes with such care that joel feels himself melting under your gaze.
“missed ‘ya, darlin.” he tells you, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, causing you to giggle.
“was only across the room. could’ve joined in the conversation.” he hums, continuing to press a series of kisses across your face. “joel!” you squeal playfully.
“wouldn’t be able to focus when i got you by my side, darlin.” his southern twang hits in the pet name. “‘specially when you wear that dress. ‘s sin, baby, look at ‘cha .” he runs his hands up and down your hips, drawing you in closer to his chest. you smile at him, hands hooking together round the back of his neck. “feel so damn good against me, sugar.”
you giggle. “then do something about it, tex.” joel stares at you, hunger flashing through his brown eyes as he drunkenly takes you in. he’s drunk off you, the idea of you, the thought of you. he’s wrapped around your finger, and if he has it his way, you’ll be wrapped up in the sheets together in no time.
i’ve seen em carry family
and the steel drum weight of me
effortless just like that dress
that i’ll help off
that day was the worst. joel being injured meant you and ellie were left to your own. she trusted you, she always did, you had always cared for her. before marlene, before joel; there was you. you taught her the tricks with her knife, you taught her how to tackle, to fight, the same way your uncle taught you when the outbreak began.
two innocent, vulnerable women seen by themselves in the wilderness would’ve caught anyone’s attention. especially ellie, a young girl who seemingly looks alone and lost. you knew you should’ve fought harder to have her stay with joel whilst you collect supplies. it wasn’t her fault you both got caught in that position, you should’ve warned her.
but it was too late.
you were both locked up in delegate cages across the room from one another. david torments you by talking to ellie. he doesn’t know that you’re not the same scared little girl you were way back when your uncle was still alive, but he will know soon. when his time has come.
he seems giddy as he walks over to her, child-like charm in his step, maybe from all the years he’d snatched it away from other children did he take it for himself. you didn’t understand that before, but you do now. you understand perfectly. you know who he is, what he does, you watched and experienced it for an entire three days.
but, for whatever reason, you’re back in his trap, ellie by your side. making every killer instinct in your body heighten.
you looked over to her. she was sat down whilst you were stood up. she’s looking at you in what you know is fear, and for a second, her face blurs and you’re staring into the eyes of your fourteen year old self. you’re snapped out of it by david telling her to look at him, not you. his hand reaches behind the bars of her cell. that’s when you snap.
“move the fuck away, david.” you hiss, body pressed up against the bars of your cell. he looks at you, smirks, before turning back round to face ellie. you know you’re letting him win by reacting to his psychological torture, this warfare he seems to have mastered countless times, but he doesn’t know who you are now, what you’re capable of. so you showed him.
ellie stood watching as you stabbed him with his own machete. you didn’t notice she was still with you, but ideally, you should’ve known better. you should’ve known she doesn’t go anywhere without you.
you’re crying out, over and over again as you face the brute that is reality as it strikes you in the face, harder than the machete does to david. ellie almost faced the same fate you did, she’s seen too much, she’s been through too much, she’s only a kid. you could’ve done better to protect her. you could’ve-
hands cupping your face stop your train of thoughts and your actions. joel is knelt down next to you, looking at you with such sincerity and love that you can’t even process that his injury is healed and that he’s here. his hands feel so soft, so tender. they are calloused and rough from years of hard labour but the way he holds you suggests differently, like he’s spent a lifetime waiting to hold you.
“baby, look at me.” his texan accent heightened. “sweet girl,” his pointer finger gently taps your cheek “look at me. i got you. ‘s just us, baby, ‘s just us.” you feel ellie by your side again, and you unconsciously lift your arm for her to tuck herself into your side as joel welcomes you both into his waiting arms.
“‘s just us.”
—
you had come back to the house after being out in the school the entire day. you had never considered yourself as someone who liked kids, too sticky and messy for you. ellie was the only exception, and she had been with you since you were a teenager.
maria was opting to give you the job at the school per your request. you wanted something easy, something that didn’t require you to look over your damn shoulder every waking second. you wanted to settle, to rest, to find peace, and you finally had the opportunity to do so in jackson.
when you got to the house that joel, ellie, and yourself were staying at, you didn’t expect to hear shouting. you ran up the stairs, just in time to see joel leave ellie’s room. you glare at him, hitting his shoulder with your own as he walks past. you make your way over to ellie, but you can tell by the way she doesn’t look your way that she wants to be by herself. you whisper to her, before leaving and walking into joel’s room.
“what the fuck was that?” the venomous tone in your voice causes his gaze to snap towards you. “the fuck did you say to her.”
“calm down-”
“calm down? calm down?! you tell me what you said to her right now, joel.” you move towards him, finger pushing into his chest. he sighs, gently moving your hand away.
“started talking to me about loss. she doesn’t know what loss is.” he says with such certainty, like he’s confident in his words and that makes the urge to hit him heighten. joel shakes his head. “ain’t her damn father, either.”
“think about what you’ve just said.”
“darlin-”
“dont darlin’ me! ellie watched her best friend turn into a fucking infected and couldn’t do anything until i showed up! you know how much she begged me not to kill riley?” your eyes tear up. “she begged, pleaded with me, joel. i couldn’t risk it. i couldn’t risk riley hurting her. i couldn’t live with that.” your breathing is erratic. “then tess, then sam and…and you pushing her away isn’t helping.”
you’re angry, you’re in his face practically hissing at him. “we’ve all lost something, joel. she lost her childhood, her best friend. the only people she has right now are me and you, and if you’re not willing to be there, then fucking go! ‘cause i’m staying, with or without you i’m staying with her.” a tear slides down your cheek, and you’re quick to wipe it away.
“you may not be her father, but the way you act with her says otherwise, ‘nd i’m not giving that girl another person to lose. so either stay, or don’t bother. but if you choose the latter…don’t come near us again.”
—
“don’t tempt me, darlin’.” joel smirks, lips lightly grazing your cheek as they make their way back down to your lips. he pecks them one, two, three times before you’re pulling him in for a passionate and heartfelt kiss.
“not doing anything.” you laugh into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, fingers twirling into the bottom of his curled hair and he elicits a hushed groan. “just showing my man some love, that so bad, tex?”
he pulls away, leaning his forehead against yours. “say your goodbyes, baby, ‘m taking you home.” joel lightly kisses your forehead. “ellie’s staying with dina tonight, means you’re all mine.” he smirks, kissing your forehead again.
“oh really?” you grin, now holding his hand in yours. his smirk widens, and it tells you that he’s not joking. that you have ten seconds to wander off to say your goodbyes or else he’s carrying you over his shoulder out of here. “i’ll be back.”
he watched you walk over to the women, giving them all a gentle hug as you wave your goodbyes. telling them that you best get home before ellie starts to grow concerned. when you’re finished, you walk back over to joel, who wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you into him as you walk away.
because i’ve seen you
and i know you
and i’m not going anywhere
“i’m scared.” he says. you look up at him, arms folded over your chest. it’s not long after your earlier confrontation about what he said to ellie. you’re both sat across from each other, him sat at the dining room table and you on the sofa.
“about what?” you ask.
“she…i can’t protect her. not like you can. i’m old an…and i’m tired, darlin’. i ain’t made for this, can’t look after myself, let alone a teenage girl and yourself.” he doesn’t look at you whilst he speaks. it’s like he can’t say it to your face, saying it to your face means the truth in his admission and he’s not ready to look into your alluring eyes and face the reality of his feelings.
“you’ve taken care of us pretty damn well, joel.” you sit up, arms no longer folded but bent and resting on your knees.
“but i won’t for much longer. i’m so much older than you, sweetheart, i’m fuckin’ deaf in one ear and i ain’t as sharp as i used to be. ellie needs someone to protect her, ‘s why she’s got you.”
“she has you too.”
“i can’t help her, can’t be the man you need, either.” he takes a deep breath in, and your eyes catch the way his hands slightly tremble. he’s never been like this with anyone, so vulnerable, so open. him and tess seemed to have their own dynamic. business partners, friends, lovers, whatever the fuck it was, but you can tell by the lack of eye contact and body language that he never opened up to her like he’s doing with you right now.
“when…when the dogs were there, smelling her. i knew they smelt something on her, but i didn’t do anything. all i could do was stand there and panic.”
“you couldn’t do anything. any movements we made would’ve made everyone suspicious.” you state.
“couldn’t even protect my own daughter and-” he shakes, you can see the tears in his eyes and he’s not even looking at you. “i failed her, and ‘m gonna fail you both now.”
you stand up immediately, walking over to his chair until you’re stood between his legs. your hands find their place on either side of his face, thumbs stroking his cheeks and brushing away his tears, forcing him to look up at you. you hesitate, but your thumb gently traces the scar on his temple, and you hear him take a sharp breath in at the simple, yet doting touch of the place that marks the darkest time of his life after the death of his daughter.
“you’ve never failed us. not at the beginning, and definitely not now. you’ve done so much to protect us, tex. taking on a fourteen year old girl is a lot, but taking on me, too? well, i have to applaud you for that.” he laughs. “but don’t think i don’t admire you for what you’ve done. hell, most men out there would’ve ditched us when they had the chance but you? you stuck by, guided us, saved us, loved ellie like a daughter. a…and, you’ve made me feel at home.” a soft smile graced your lips. “everything you’ve done for us, been for us? that’s home.”
because i’ve seen you
and i know you
and i’m not going anywhere
“i’ve got you.” you say, grabbing his hand, rubbing your hand over the watch. “you didn’t fail sarah, you’ve never failed ellie and you could never fail me.”
“but-”
“no buts. you will never know how proud i am of you and everything you’ve done for us. to open up like this…” you sigh “i just…i’m glad you did.”
he removes his hand from yours, wrapping them both around your waist and pulling you into him. his head rests on your stomach, and your hands find their way into his hair. “home.” he mumbles, and you feel the smile on your chest.
i bet your back can carry more than
just the weight of your button down
one by one they come undone
when we get home
you stand by as you watch joel enter the house. three days, three damn days without him by your side because he was on patrol. you couldn’t blame him, it’s his part in making the community of jackson safe. besides, you knew he’d lose his mind if he had to sit around all day and lack any form of agency. he’d been in this world for too damn long to not find a piece of his mind in protecting others, especially you and ellie.
joel walks over to you, embracing you in a tight hug as he places a small kiss on your forehead. it’s followed by one on your lips, to which he smiles slightly, tipping his forehead so it meets yours. “missed ‘ya so much, darlin’.” his texan drawl makes you laugh.
“missed you too, baby.” you place both hands on either side of joel’s face, pulling back slightly to admire all that is him. his scars, his soul, his heart, everything. “ellie’s missed you too. been waiting on your arrival the entire day.”
joel chuckles, kissing you on the forehead. “i’ll go give her this, then.” he pulls out a book from under his arm, something you completely missed when he entered your house. he holds it up to you, and you read the name. a soft smile graces your lips, and you feel yourself wanting to tear up.
“she’ll love it.” you whisper.
it’s a couple hours later, the three of you having just eaten dinner, and joel and ellie are sat on the couch together. the tv is turned on, but joel is nowhere near paying attention, all of it is on ellie. she reads out the jokes in the joke book he gifted her, he complained about the bad ones, laughed at the good ones, and even shared some of his own.
you find yourself admiring them both, smiling wildly as you watch their dynamic. you knew you had the best relationship with ellie, but nothing could compare to how joel was with her. like a father, he cared and loved her without overstepping ellie’s boundaries.
and that? that’s all you could ever ask for in a man.
i’ve seen you carry family
and all my insecurities
one by one they’ll come undone
when we get home
you stand before joel, blood splattered on your clothes and covered in bruises in visible places. you hated to know how you looked underneath. you sat perched upon the counter in the bathroom as joel runs a cloth under the running tap, dabbing it on your face to remove the dried blood.
it was a patrol gone wrong. you thought you could handle it by yourself, you had done in the past. but when your patrol partner had lured you into a raiders den, it had all gone south from there. they got a fair few hits and wounds onto you before you remembered who you were, and you showed them no mercy.
brown, puppy dog eyes stare down at you, it’s almost comical. a hardened man with the softest expression on his face, all because you were bruised and injured. he sighs, placing the cloth on the side. “need you to take your clothes off, sweetheart. see if there’s any more damage.”
your eyes immediately snap up to meet his, panic arising in your body so much so he saw it in your face. “hey, ‘s okay.” his hand gently cups underneath your jaw, keeping your eyes on his. “ain’t gonna do anything, baby. just need to clean you u-”
“no.” you shake your head feverishly, cutting him off. “no.”
“got to make sure you ain’t hurt anywhere else.” he stares at you, and he looks so concerned and worried that you cave. pulling off your jumper and shirt, stood in your bra and sweatpants, completely exposed.
joel’s eyes trace your body, and you feels his eyes catch the wounds, but the scars that cut across your skin in a variety of places. he stiffens up, hand hesitantly reaching out to gently trace one, much like you had done with his.
he looks up at you when he’s done, stepping closer with his hand on your hip, where the scar his finger had just traced lingered. he tips his forehead to meet yours, both of your eyes closing. “i gotcha, sweet girl. always do.”
he pulls back and grabs the cloth from the sink, running it under water again before he starts to clean the cuts on your body. he traces every scar on your skin, each time making you shudder from the sheer amount of love he dedicates towards you, ensuring your comfort and trust, much like you had done with him.
he’s got you. he always has, always will.
because i’ve seen you
and i know you
and i’m not going anywhere
falling on top of you, joel’s hands travel underneath the hem of your dress, pulling down your panties. you sit up, pulling the white dress over your head, now completely naked and bare in front of the man you love.
joel tips your head up so you look at him, admiring your body as you sit naked and bare. he starts to take off his own clothes, pulling you close to him so he hovers of you. he kisses you lips passionately, your arms winding round his neck as you pull him in closer.
he chuckles as you moan when he bites your lip, pulling away to kiss down your neck, your chest, all the way down until he looks up at you, asking for permission.
you nod, and let him ravish you.
because i’ve seen you
and i know you
and i’m not going anywhere
because i’ve seen you
and i know you
and i’m not going anywhere
because i’ve seen you
and i know you
and i’m not going anywhere.
a/n: fun fact, this was gonna end in tlou2 with joel and reader being murdered together but i said no <3
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“You asked Yoongi to teach you how to play the piano. It sounded like a good idea at first, but soon you have to realise that sitting so close to him and watching his hands dance over the keys is a rather impossible task to do when all you crave is the feeling of them on your body.”
Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x f.Reader
Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut
Warnings: piano teacher!Yoongs, dom!Yoongi, sub!Reader, Yoongi’s hands, also Yoongi’s vOICE, I am too attracted to him, unapologetic groping of his thighs haha, flustered!Yoongi, blowjobs, gentle face fucking, a quick handjob too, allusions to Yoongi having a sensitive ass *wink wink*, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), rough sex against & on top of the piano, it then turns into very passionate and handsy love making, I am just a sappy woman for him what can I say
Wordcount: 5.8k
a/n: I can not stop thinking about him. He consumes my every thought, my every fibre, my every breath. I imagine that this takes place some time in the future where they live happily ever after because I want them to and the thought that they wouldn’t makes me cry, so shut up and read this story 😭 sorry, I get too emotional whenever I think of their lovestory jsjs, either way I hope you guys enjoy this lil gem, I am honestly in fucking LOVE 😔💜
"It's easy, just watch", Yoongi says and starts playing again. The melody sounds beautiful through his hands. He makes it seem so easy, makes it sound so ethereal. You could honestly watch him for hours and lately you have. Yoongi was flustered at first, telling you to leave him alone until you told him that you loved listening to him play. He began playing unknown melodies then, they sounded as if he was making them up on the spot. You never dared to ask him, but sometimes you wonder if he made them up for you.
Yoongi finishes the short melody, turning to you.
"Now you."
"Yes, uhm", you place your fingers on the keys, "please don’t judge me."
"I'll never judge you, princess. Now go on, play", he assures you.
After taking a deep breath, you finally begin playing. You mess up after three notes, pulling back instantly.
"Sorry, that was really bad."
"No, it was good", he comforts you, giving you a sweet smile, "you did well, princess."
"You're just saying this", you mumble and huff out air, "can’t you do it again? Please?"
"Fine, one last time."
Yoongi turns back to the piano and begins playing. It sounds beautiful in an instant.
You have been practicing the piano with Yoongi’s help recently because you wanted to learn more about his interests and while most of the time practice goes well, tonight you can't seem to concentrate on what he tells or shows you.
He is so much more interesting. His hands, his voice, his scent. Everything is more interesting than practicing the piano.
Yoongi finishes the melody and looks at you.
“Did you get it?”
“Yeah”, you say, reaching out to tug a strand of his golden hair behind his ear.
Yoongi is growing out his hair these days and after some very convincing begging you even managed to sit him down and dye his hair a beautiful shade of blonde. It makes him look like royalty and makes your obsession with him unbearable.
“Princess”, he warns, moving his head away, “focus.”
“I am”, you mumble, chasing another feel of his hair.
“You are not focusing”, he mumbles, wrapping his fingers around your wrist to pull your hand on the keys, "now play."
“Urgh, you’re so boring Yoongi Boongie”, you mumble and begin playing. You manage to play the melody without messing up. Yoongi listens intently, nodding his head in contentment the entire time.
“Yes, very good. That was perfect”, he praises, caressing your lower back.
“You think so? Thank you”, you can’t deny that you feel beyond proud right now.
“Yes, I do”, he gives you a sweet smile, “why don’t I show you the next part?”
“Yes, okay.”
Yoongi rolls his shoulders and begins playing. He is doing an amazing job, but once again you feel your thoughts drifting off.
All you can concentrate on are his long, skilled fingers dancing over the keys. How quick they are, how rough yet soft they handle the keys, how flexible they are. Quite frankly, you are close to drooling at this point, pressing your legs together in search of friction while nearly deep throating the pen you are currently chewing on. If only Yoongi could read your mind – yes you know the irony in this sentence – but if only, then those tight pants of his surely would become that much tighter.
Goddamn, he looks so good in those pants that you can't stop yourself from reaching out and placing a hand on his thigh. Yoongi doesn't even notice it or if he does, he doesn't let you know. He is used to your random outbursts of touchiness by now. Not that he is complaining, he loves them and given how he is far too shy to intiate them he is also grateful for them - even if he sometimes pretends that he isn’t - but he truly is.
"So, that’s the next part. It’s relatively easy, I would say", Yoongi finishes his play, now resting his hands on the keys.
His veins became so prominent because of the exhaustion of play, contrasting against his porcelain skin. How you would love to trace them with your tongue, earn a cute and flustered reaction from your shy vampire.
"Yeah", you mumble mindlessly, sucking on your pen. What you wouldn't give to change that stupid pen for one of his fingers. To have them lay heavy on your tongue, to have Yoongi’s pupils dilate at your action, to suck and swallow. It sounds like heaven to you.
"You try it then", Yoongi tells you, watching your face with furrowed brows. You are so going to fail, he is sure of it. You didn't pay any attention to what he was doing. First you put your hand on his thigh like it was nothing and almost make him mess up his play and now you rather stare at his hands than his face. It is not like he didn't just play his heart out for you. Rude, he thinks pouting.
"Yeah", you nod your head, still staring at his hands. Your fingers on his thigh tighten, eliciting a shiver to run down his spine.
"Then start princess. We don’t have all night."
"Yeah."
You reach out to place a hand over his', tracing his veins with your fingertip. Goosebumps rise all over his skin at your touch. Flustering just slightly, he swallows, scooting closer to you on the stool involuntarily. Your legs are touching, your hand is now resting on his inner thigh so close to the places he wants your touch most.
"What are you doing?" he rasps, watching your face. Your pupils are blown out, traveling over his hands, your lips are so close to kiss.
"I love your play so much", you whisper, taking one of his hands and guiding it to your mouth.
“Princess…” he warns, doing nothing to stop you.
Finally your eyes flutter up to look at him. Half-lidded and with a hunger burning in them, you gaze into his eyes. You kiss his hand, eliciting a gasp from him. His fingers close around yours almost in reflex, clutching your hand tightly.
"You are so talented", you whisper, kissing his knuckles.
His mouth opens and closes in an attempt to answer you. He is far too mesmerised by you to think of anything remotely clever.
"It's so attractive", you confess, darting your tongue out to finally get a taste of him.
With hunger in your eyes, you trace along his veins, moaning hungrily like a woman starved.
Yoongi’s eyes grow big, his lips parting in a surprised gasp. He shifts on the stool, trying to get comfortable. His pants are so tight he is sure he'll be able to rip the seams if he grows any needier.
"Princess, that’s not what I told you to do", he rasps, eyes glued to your tongue flicking over his fingertips.
You whine, looking up at him with a needy sparkle in your eyes.
"I don’t care", you whisper, taking in two of his long fingers.
"Fucking shit, princess", Yoongi hisses, watching you with fiery eyes.
Your lips wrap themselves around him, your mouth welcomes him gladly. You swallow his digits in their entirety, moaning needily when the length of them manages to tickle the back of your throat.
And Yoongi groans in arousal, following your lips as you pull off of him again. You do so with a hungry swallow, keeping his fingers pressed to your lips. His hand is heavy, holding it feels like a task itself and yet it makes the entire situation just that much better.
"I don’t want to practice anymore", you make sure your voice sounds especially sweet right now. You call it your special vampire seduction voice. It works each and every time.
"You'll never learn if you keep slacking like that", Yoongi rasps.
"I know", you whisper, parting your legs.
Yoongi swallows, eyes darting down and body trembling when he can finally smell what was going on with you.
“Can you smell it?”
“Yeah”, he croaks, gulping rather hungrily.
You get up from the stool to straddle his lap instead, "what would you say if I tell you that I'm not wearing any panties underneath that skirt?" you whisper into his ear whilst combing your fingers through his hair.
Yoongi shudders, groaning quietly. His fingers run up your naked legs until they disappear under your skirt. Greedy fingers meet your naked ass. His body squirms, his chest rumbles in a moan.
“What? Didn’t believe me?” you taunt, licking up his neck afterwards.
Yoongi tilts his head back, eyes fluttering closed.
“Princess, the practice…”
“Wanna practice something else”, you say and give him your cutest moan, “please Yoongi wanna practice taking your cock”, you beg, before biting down on his earlobe.
Yoongi exhales shakily, shifting underneath you. His fingers tighten, his head rolls to the side to allow you even better access to his neck.
"Mhm princess", he moans, voice sounding so amazingly sultry.
You litter his skin with kisses, ravishing in the taste of him and the quiet groans he lets out. He always had the most sensitive of necks, simply brushing your fingers over his skin would make him complacent in seconds. Kissing his neck is a whole other story, one that turns you on just as much as it does him. He can't control his body when your lips work his neck. His hands grab and touch places, he normally is far too polite to touch without permission. His hips buck up, chasing your touch, even when you straddle him and force him to stay calm he'll fight against it. All to your pleasure as his constant wiggling grants your core on his thigh amazing sensations.
"Princess, you don’t want to start this", he chokes out, already panting.
"I don’t want to?" you raise your head, fingers playing with his hair and hips grinding down on him, "I think we both know it's already too late to backtrack", you cup his constraint dick, grinding your palm down on him.
He groans, eyelids fluttering and hips bucking up.
"Besides", you rasp into his ear, stroking your hand up and down his clothed length, "I like it dangerous", your fingers stop at his zip, opening it teasingly slowly.
Yoongi’s fingers grab your sides, his breathing comes out ragged.
"It's so much more-", your hand slips inside his pants, playing with the wet spot of precum his dick left on his briefs, "-fun."
His cock twitches, he purrs quietly.
"Don't tease me", he warns.
"You're so cute when I tease you though."
Yoongi’s jaw clenches, his eyes cloud over in annoyance.
"Don't call me cute", he hisses, flinching and gasping a second later as you take his cock out just to jerk it.
“But you are”, you rasp, “so fucking cute.”
“Princess, I’m gonna fucking punish you if, if you keep talking like, like this.”
“Mhm, okay”, you say nonchalantly and get up just to drop to your knees right before him.
"What's that supposed to- oh...argh fuck", Yoongi wanted to scold you, but completely forgot about it when you swallowed up his cock.
He grabs the edge of the stool and parts his legs, tilting his head back as a deep moan rumbles in his chest.
You mewl happily, letting him glide over your tongue all the way to the back of your throat.
“Jesus fuck, princess”, he croaks, clearly enjoying the surprise with all his being.
You moan around him, forcing your throat to take in more of him. He tastes so good and you just want him covering your every taste bud.
“Yeah, that’s it. Take me in, fuck princess. Take all of me”, he encourages you.
More. Come now, you can do it. More. Deeper. More.
Yoongi sucks in air through his teeth, placing his right hand at the back of your head. His long fingers close around a bundle of your hair instinctively, trembling as they do. Your mouth is so incredibly warm around him. Soft too. And oh so tight. He is so obsessed with it.
You feel tears dwell in your eyes, you really want to gag. Not yet, you need more of him first. So you fight against your instincts, sinking down on him until his pants stop your lips. Your body trembles. You gag. You slip off of him, letting your saliva break and cover his cockhead. You feel so out of breath, panting needily as you stare at his spit slickened cock.
“So good princess, you’re doing so good”, Yoongi praises you.
He is so veiny, his tip is so pink and sensitive. And yet he is hidden halfway in his pants. It’s unfair, you want to see everything of him.
“Yoongi”, you whimper, making him look down at you.
“Yes princess?”
“Can you take off your pants?”
“Are you being greedy?” he asks with a fond smile on his handsome face.
You nod your head, giving him your cutest puppy eyes.
“Yeah you are, you’re such a greedy princess”, he taunts with a dark smirk on his lips, caressing your chin with two of his fingers, "give me a little space."
You do, watching in eagerness as he undresses. He hooks his fingers in his pants and tugs them down his thighs. You do the rest, helping him step out of them before throwing the piece of clothing somewhere on the floor.
“Wow”, you gasp, “Yoongi you’re so pretty.”
“Hush”, he says, feeling instantly flustered.
You ignore him and show him just how honest you are by burying your face in his inner thigh. He tenses up but shivers when he feels you bite down on him softly. Such sensations are still entirely foreign to him, and maybe they also scare him a little, but he is so eager to feel them when it means that he can have your lips on his body.
“Mhm Yoongi, my prince”, you mewl, sucking a hickey to his other inner thigh. It heals instantly but leaves a tingle behind.
Yoongi swears that for a second his undead heart fluttered. My prince. You are insane for calling him such silly names and yet deep down he loves it so much.
“My handsome, sweet prince”, you whisper, before connecting your tongue with the underside of his cock. You lick an eager stripe all the way to his tip, eliciting a shy gasp from Yoongi.
Your eyes flit up just as you begin flicking your tongue over his sensitive cockhead while running your hands up and down his shaft.
He bites his lower lip, furrows his brows and lets out a quiet groan. His fingers are grasping the edge of the stool again, his legs are restless and just this second his torso sticks out in an eager arch of his back.
“Does that feel good?” you pant, licking him quickly, “do you like it?” you ask, working eagerly to make his thighs tremble with just your tongue and hands.
He nods his head, reaching for your hair again. He holds it gently, making sure to never tug or twist it. He is simply making sure that your eyes aren’t covered. There are only a few things better than looking into your eyes when you go down on him. Only the other way around is better, he thinks. When he is on his knees and has your taste coating his tongue, then looking into your eyes feels like ecstasy. This comes very close, although he feels himself grow way too flustered way too quickly.
“Ah, hah, ah”, he lets out and looks away. That was enough eye contact for now.
You don’t mind, you are busy enjoying his cock.
You sink down on him with a hungry moan, sinking down as quickly as possible. Yoongi groans, twitching in your mouth when you gag around him. And yet you don’t stop, instead you take in more of him, sounding so cute when you gag and whimper a second time.
You pant, squirm and try again, gagging immediately and having to slip off just slightly.
“Take it slow princess, you don’t have to gag for me”, he tells you in a soft voice, smoothing out your hair.
He is so attentive, so respectful, so sweet. Oh, how you want to eat him whole. You make sounds and open your mouth just so you can let his length glide over your tongue in quick bops of your head. He deserves this. You want him to feel oh so good.
Yoongi feels himself moan and tremble. It seems like you want to gag, as if having his cock as the reason why you are convulsing and crying is turning you on. And that realisation is bringing him close to heaven.
“Fuck”, he manages to get out before he has to gasp for air. It sounds oh so amazing to have him panting above you while his fingers are fighting against their natural instincts to tug on your hair.
You seriously love giving head. Especially when it’s one of your men. They just taste way too good. And Yoongi tastes especially good tonight. It is the result of a successful hunt with Jungkook and soaks his pleasure with addicting sweetness.
You inch closer to his heated tip, wanting it right between your lips. You suck on it eagerly, moaning happily while Yoongi is fighting the urge to buck his hips up.
He places his other hand on your head as well, sneaking a short glance down before he has to look away again.
“Fuck princess, now all I want to do is fuck your pretty face”, he confesses, letting out a lazy chuckle afterwards.
You stop sucking him, lifting your head with difficulty.
“Do it.”
“No, I don’t want to do this to you.”
“Make me like it.”
Yoongi swallows down a growl, instead he caresses your cheek.
“What did I tell you about mind control?”
“But I like the danger”, you whisper, pouting sadly.
“Mhm princess”, Yoongi rasps, tugging a strand of hair behind your ear, "I know you do."
"So do it, fuck my face", you beg and then open your mouth just to stick your tongue out.
He shakes his head, "not like this."
You whine.
Yoongi stands up and steps closer, tilting your head up. The realisation of what was to come is making your entire body burn up.
"Like this, it’s easier for you that way", he says and rests his heavy cock on your tongue, "I promise I’ll be gentle."
"Please 'eed me 'ock", your voice is imbared by his length, but the plea was clear to Yoongi’s ears.
"Yes princess, I will."
He places his hand on the back of your head and rolls his hips into you. Not fast, not rough, not even deep. Just slow and gentle, allowing his cock to glide over your tongue. And while he fucks himself in and out of you without ever hitting the back of your throat he is petting your hair, making sure that you feel oh so tingly and relaxed.
You are in heaven. This right here is everything. To have Yoongi make love to your face, to have his tender fingers in your hair, to hear his breathing change. How he looks down at you, how he tastes, how he feels oh so heavy on your tongue. All of it is pure heaven.
You whimper around him, touching his legs just to explore them.
"You're doing so well, my princess", he rasps, tensing his thighs when he feels your fingers dance over his skin, "ah", he moans.
His thighs feel so incredible. They fit perfectly to him and his body and you were honestly obsessed. You knead them, meeting his cock with an eager movement. He slips in farther, making his eyes widen in surprise.
"Careful", he whispers, slowing down, "I'll hurt you."
You shake your head, shifting his length inside of you. Then you begin bopping your head on him, showing him that you weren’t as fragile as he may believe you to be.
"Oh princess, that’s it", he rasps, meeting your movements with utmost care. He finds support on the piano, using the edge of it to hold on. Your mouth feels incredible. Your tongue is so soft and your throat feels oh so tight. Yoongi loves it.
Your head tilts back more in this position. Yoongi watches your eyelids flutter cutely, feeling his cock throb in answer. Now he has you on your knees as he can pleasure your face. Fuck, this is such a turn on.
And he looks incredible doing it. Torso hued in his white button-up, which was just tight enough around his pecs to show them off. Lower back arched and bubble butt sticking out under the shirt hem. Yoongi may think himself to be unappealing to look at, but this wasn’t true. He is oh so handsome. And he is especially handsome when you and him are intimate.
You whimper his name, gliding your palms to his perky butt. He tenses, hips faltering and cock tasting all the more sweeter. He loves the touch. He would never tell you, but he is so fucking sensitive back there.
You are about to find out with a simple squeeze and your fingers slipping just a little bit too close to his most secretive pleasure spot.
"Princess", Yoongi slips out of you, twisting a bundle of your hair.
"Don't stop", you plead, dancing your fingers closer and closer.
"Let’s not", he presses out, tugging you up gently.
You moan, stumbling to your feet if you wanted to or not.
"No, don’t stop", you whine, all whilst allowing Yoongi to drag you back to the stool.
He drops you on top of his lap, making sure your pussy is grinding right against his cock.
"Please, don’t stop now. I was just getting started", you whine.
"I know what you were trying to do."
"So why stop me? Scared I might show you something you don’t like to admit you’re obsessed with?"
“You’re such a minx, you know that?” he whispers, letting his hands disappear under your skirt to play with your ass.
“It’s your fault, you turned me into it”, you press out, having to gasp because his touches feel so incredible.
Yoongi smirks, lowering his eyes dangerously.
“So it’s my fault?”
“Mh-hm yeah”, you shiver as Yoongi circles his finger on your hole, “you, you c-corrupted me.”
His eyes flash up ruby.
“It’s all your fault. I, I was such a good girl before I met you”, you twist your fingers in his golden locks, tilting his head back, “and now I’m completely twisted.”
“Keep talking like this and I’ll have to fuck you that much harder, princess”, he rasps.
“Do it, fuck me hard. Please Yoongi, I want it.”
Yoongi growls, standing up with you in his hands. He closes the cover and sets you down, entering you a second later.
“Yoongi”, you squeak, wrapping your limbs around him. This is it. Your favourite sensation. His veiny cock shaping your pussy until it fits perfectly around him. This is all you craved tonight.
He grunts, holding you safely all while using the piano as support to fuck you even better.
“Take it princess, take all of it”, he growls, pressing his parted lips against your neck, “fucking take me.”
He bottoms out, beginning his ruthless fucking instantly. You wanted it hard and that is what you will get. Rough, hard fucking right against the piano. Soaked in passion and dripping in all the adoration he has for you. That’s what you get. Everything. You will get everything from him.
“Ah Yoongi, yes fuck me! Fuck me hard!” you beg him, voice pitched oh so sweetly.
Yoongi fucks so good. His thrusts are so deep, placed with such rough passion, made to soil your taste for every other man ever. And it’s the truth. Once Yoongi fucks you, you don’t want anyone else. As long as he is bouncing you on his cock you are his. Completely and utterly his’.
“Thank you! Holy fuck thank you!” you moan, trembling in pleasure. Sucking his cock has gotten you so needy and this right here is all the remedy you needed.
“Princess, fucking hell”, he grunts, digging his nails into your trembling thighs. You are squeezing around him so much, you feel so fucking warm. Even warmer than your mouth, making him burn up and his cock throb.
You are like blood to him. He always wanted to fuck you right against his piano. Your body and his music. It is a twisted and addicting combination and Yoongi is running on nothing else.
“Deeper please deeper”, you beg, wrapping your legs around his hips.
Yoongi steps closer, pressing you against the piano until your back arches for him. He is holding you safely, but feels how you still tense in order to keep yourself upright. It makes him shift that much deeper.
“Yes, like this”, you croak, arching your chest into him.
Your body slips into him, Yoongi changes the grip on you. He is aching for more. He needs you better, to have you beneath him is all he craves.
He picks you up again and sets you down right on top of his piano. It croaks in surprise as he jumps on it as well, shaking slightly but not quite daring to give up.
“Oh?” you gasp, looking confused for a good second.
Yoongi draws closer, breaching your weeping cunt while his lips hovered above yours.
“Yoongi”, you whimper, reaching for his hair.
He smirks, “take it, princess.”
“Ah Yoongi”, you sigh, stretching your hands above your head in a sensual squirm.
Yoongi growls, feeling his cheeks tingle as his true face is aching to show itself. Oh to have you in such a submissive position on top of his piano, to have you present yourself to him so willingly. This is all he needed tonight.
Yoongi can’t help himself. He rips your shirt open just so he can have you bared to his eyes.
You whimper, presenting yourself with an eager roll of your hips.
“That’s my princess, look at you, fuck I’m so addicted to you”, he growls, licking over your breasts until they are sensitive and covered in him. With his nature and his gluttonous hunger for you, it was a gesture of seconds. But it leaves you feeling eternal nonetheless.
“Yoongi please don’t stop”, you plead, grabbing your own wrists, “wanna cum around your cock.”
“Oh I know, that’s what you’re supposed to do”, he says breathlessly, putting more vigour in his thrusts again.
The piano shakes, you squeak and gasp and Yoongi feels unbreakable.
“You’re supposed to cum around me, hear me? You have no other fucking choice here” he spits, grapping your wrists to keep them pinned above your head.
“No I don’t” you moan, arching your back, “ah Yoongi!”
“You’re mine”, he growls, pressing down on your wrists without ever using his true strength. After all, he doesn’t want to hurt you, he just wants to make sure that you know who your everything belongs to at this moment.
“Yes! Yours!” you squeak, squirming beneath him before throwing your head back as best as possible, “so yours.”
Yoongi stares at your tits. How pretty they look now that the ripped fabric of your shirt is framing them so perfectly. How beautiful they look when he makes them bounce and wiggle with each of his thrusts. How your nipples are hardened in the cold air. Oh, if Yoongi wasn’t hellbound on making your pussy cream his cock he would have slowed down just to suck on your tits instead. But he can’t right now, he has a cunt to fuck. Hard and fast.
He grunts and slams into you. The piano shakes. You squeak. Harsh thrusts. More shaking. You lose your words and retort to gasping for air. Yoongi feels you fight his grasp. He can smell it before you are even aware what was happening.
“Oh, oh, Yoon-“, your voice breaks off, your body shakes.
Yoongi smiles maniacally, watching you climax with madness in his eyes.
“Do it, fucking do it, yes princess that’s it”, he encourages you, fucking you right through your high.
It is like his hips aren’t even aware of what was happening. But he was aware of it. He was so fucking aware of what he is doing to your body, he just simply doesn’t care.
“Slow, Yoongi w-wait”, you stutter.
“No. You think one is enough? Give me more, princess”, he growls, dropping to his elbows just so he can be closer to you. You smell so much sweeter the closer to your neck he gets. Yoongi is droopy in your smell, fucking you just that better.
“Yoongi I, I can’t – oh god – ah Yoongi please slow”, you beg, drawing him in by wrapping your legs around his middle.
He shakes them right off of you, forcing them to lock behind his thighs instead.
“You get what you deserve, I know you have it in you. Don’t pretend that you don’t”, he soothes you all while turning your little animal brain into literally mush at the same time.
He reaches between your bodies, connecting his skilled fingers with your aching clit. You twitch and inhale loudly, ripping your eyes open only to let them roll back and squeeze shut.
Yoongi growls, timing the roll of his hips with a precise touch of his fingers. Oh how you are shaking. How you are burning up.
“Yoongi”, you sob, “again.”
“See? I told you”, he growls, helping you by dancing his fingers over your clit, "cum for me, princess."
"Ah Yoongi."
It consumes you. To climax so quickly right after your first one, to have Yoongi press his fingers against your clit and make it a million times better, to have his cock fill you up so wonderfully, you are being swallowed whole.
You claw at his back until you feel it ebb down. You drop, sobbing his name in gratefulness.
“Good job, princess. Very good job”, he praises, lifting your body to hug you close.
You can barely hug him back, whimpering when he sits you down on his lap to slide you right back on his length. He rocks your body back and forth, forcing your forehead to rest against his’.
“How’s that my princess? You like how I fill you up?” he asks, wiping your sweet tears away.
“Yes”, you press out, having to bury your face in his neck, “Yoongi I love it.”
Your arms hold him as if he was your life support, your fingers are twisting his hair. This is so perfect. This is the contrast you need. Ruined and wrecked by his hard fucking and now you are being treated to the feelings of his cock shifting inside of you while he lets you hold him close. Yoongi knows what he is doing. Holy fuck, he plays your body like he plays the piano. Beautifully. And with way too much talent.
“Closer please”, you beg.
Yoongi uses his strong hand to press your body into him, guiding your movements. You are grinding right against his stomach, making you convulse on top of him.
“Thank you, ah thank you”, you moan, soiling his skin with sloppy kisses. You have to show him your gratitude.
Yoongi shivers, tilting his head back for the sole reason of wanting more of your kisses. He squeezes your ass, basking in the sensation of your wet clit rubbing against his skin.
“Thank you Yoongi, thank you”, you sigh, having to whimper afterwards. You hug him tighter, tilting his head back just so you can bury your face in his throat. Your lips feel like fire on his skin, your tongue carries magic.
Yoongi moans, parting his lips for nothing else could help right now. You cup his face, taking his lower lip between your teeth. Yoongi moans right into you, twisting his fingers in your hair before kissing you back passionately.
He’s been developing quite the obsession with kissing you recently. He always thought that silly things like kissing weren’t his thing. Not ever since he met you. He could do it for hours. Just you and him, all alone and with your limbs entangled. Those are the moments where he feels truly at peace.
He has to break the kiss, giving you a quivering exhale and soft moan instead. Your hands cupping his face and your fingers caressing his cheeks is one of the best sensations he has experienced in a long time.
"You feel so good, ___", he sighs, barely keeping his eyes open.
"You too, ah Yoongi again”, you mewl, squeezing his face.
“Let go, I’ll follow”, he whispers, taking your face between his hands just so he can watch you pull his favourite face. Total bliss as your body shakes out of control. Yoongi is such a sucker for it, getting only half of it as a second later he feels his own high roll over him.
“___”, he presses out and hugs you to his body.
This right here is perfect.
He holds you as you and him float on your afterglow, running his fingers up and down your spine while his chin is resting on your shoulder. He stays inside for now, letting you warm him. You just feel way too good after your high, he wants to bask in it for a little longer.
"That was incredible, princess", he whispers.
"Yeah, it was", you agree, feeling so happy, "why'd you not let me close to your butt though?"
"Just so."
"Can I try one day? Maybe you'll like it."
Oh he knows that he will like it and that is what he is afraid to admit. For admitting that maybe he has been thinking about you close to his ass, would cost way too much emotional courage.
"Maybe one day, I’ll try for you and only you."
"This is so awesome. Oh my prince, you’re making me so happy."
Yoongi almost whispered the word "wow" out loud. He makes you happy. Wow. Yoongi feels at peace. This right here is what peace feels like.
You giggle softly.
“What?”
“Nothing, it’s just funny how we always end up all entangled no matter how hard we fuck”, you say.
“Mhm”, Yoongi chuckles, “I feel like it’s my fault. I lost my gruff.”
“That’s alright, I like you so much more with your emotions on.”
Yoongi hums, turning his head so he can press a kiss to your cheek.
“Thank you, you know?” he whispers.
“Don’t thank me, I’d do it all over again.”
Yoongi lifts his head, sighing when you cup his glowing cheeks. You run your thumbs over his cheekbones, giving him a blinding smile.
And he retorts it. He gives you the brightest of smiles, loving every second of it.
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GIRLLL we need the part 2 of choises where ollie continues his life without y/n by his side but he still keeps in touch with her like after every race he sends a voice mail and also still sends messages even though he knows that y/n won't reply. It was hard for both of them, when you know how desperately you need each other and there's nothing you can do about it. Y/n always listened and replayed the voicemails that Ollie sent, at least it cured her longing. She still watched ollie's races, he was progressing well from race to race and felt a little relieved that her decision to break up with ollie could make him focus more on his racing, seeing him on the podium and smiling, it was the thing she wanted most in her life. But y/n was unaware of the fact that all of his smile was fake. Yeah, he was happy that his performance had improved but it was all nothing without y/n. He became quieter than usual, not more cheerful and even more moody, blue vibe, and once arthur caught him crying alone. Maybe during y/n's graduation, he came and brought a bouquet of her favourite chocolates and asked her to come back to his side? Idk brooo just get them a happy ending istg😔👊🏻❤
Ollie Bearman- Ultimatum
a/n: here is the long awaited part 2 of choices. the end is kinda sucky but we all know i can't end fics like this lol. enjoy!
summary: part 2 to this post.
pairing: ollie bearman x childhoodfriend!reader
warnings: cursing, angst, sad ollie
word count: 1503
not my gif!
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Hey. It’s me. Uh, I hope this is still your number. I’m about to get ready for quali in Barcelona. Wish you were here to see it. Know you’ve always wanted to come here. Anyway. Bye.
Hi. Sorry if these are getting redundant but I’m about to qualify in Vegas. I know you’re only four hours away. Ollie takes on America, I guess… Miss you, Y/N.
Hi. Abu Dhabi race! Last one of the season! ‘Bout to qualify. Look, I know it’s been almost a year and I’m not trying to convince you to get back together with me but I want to see if we can- What? But I- ugh. Shit, sorry, I gotta go, but… Come back to the paddock, love.
That one caught your attention.
Come back to the paddock,
Love.
It had been almost a year since you left Ollie. Though you mostly felt bad about how you left things, there was a part of you that had made peace with it. You both had your own lives to live and your goals that weren’t lining up with each other’s. So why try at something that’s wasting your time?
You missed him though. You missed the pre-race rituals where Ollie held you tight in his arms hearing the joyful shouts and clamor of the outside world, thinking of nothing but each other until Arthur practically ripped down Ollie’s door to get him into his car. When he raced, you knew he thought of you. He made it very clear that you were a priority to him all the time. Although radio chats clearly proved otherwise, you knew in the back of your mind that he was thinking of you.
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“Ollie, you need to box mate. Box.”
“But she said to not because-”
“What? Box, Ollie, box.”
“No! Please, I can’t-”
“Sorry Ollie, team orders. Box. Box.”
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You checked in on him every once in a while, of course wishing him all the best in his career. You watched some of his interviews and still followed Ferrari. You were never going to completely abandon him; you still considered him a good friend. But you’d be lying to yourself if you said you never thought about him a lot. He looked and seemed happy through the screen that you viewed him through, his bubbly personality shining through his dazzling smile that you missed oh-so-much. Sometimes your mind had wondered what happened if you came back that night. Would you have figured it out? Would the outcome be the same? Was Ollie really going to desert F2 and possibly F1 just for you?
You always forced those thoughts out of your head; they weren’t something that was a part of your life anymore.
Similarly, Ollie felt the same. He could and would never cease thinking about you, even in the most serious of situations. He’d notice small mannerisms in other people that you had, like scratching your nose when you were anxious, and would be reminded of you through certain inflictions in peoples’ words. His pre-race ritual was never the same, knowing that the cuddles and silent comfortable moments you once had would never return. Arthur, being the good friend that he is, even offered Ollie cuddles and extra support when you’d left, but it never was the same for him.
Now though, you were currently about to attend your graduation party for university. After you and Ollie’s incident, you moved as far as you could from him to focus on yourself and your career. You moved to the States after a month-long debate with yourself as well as your parents. You worked so hard to get yourself into and through school, buying yourself an apartment, and spent many of your days in your new environment with strangers who eventually turned into friends. You had turned over a new leaf, and you felt like a new person.
You could almost say that you had forgotten about Ollie.
Almost.
Your parents had thrown you a huge party to celebrate your accomplishments throughout the past few years. They had invited extended family as well as your old friends from elementary school. You flew in a couple of days before your party, getting used to the time difference, reverting back to your old ways of life before you left.
It was nice to be home, the comfort of your childhood house and environment made you at ease, along with your family and friends you hadn’t seen in a while. Your parents did a good job of decorating the house, placing framed pictures of you in the front room, balloons covering every normally empty corner. You saw family members who you hadn’t seen in years, chatting with them until somebody else stole you away. A couple of hours went by, and a few speeches were made courtesy of your parents and a few close relatives. You felt normal for the first time in a while.
That’s when you turned and made eye contact with him. Ollie.
You felt your stomach drop. Why was he here? How could your parents invite him? How do you address what happened? Of course you knew the answers, you were smart enough to figure out your next move, but your mind spiraled as soon as you saw his warm, brown eyes. You excused yourself from the conversation you were having, speed walking to the bathroom. You locked the door and took a moment for yourself.
Okay, you thought. Just act normal and pretend like you didn’t walk out on him. Easy.
You fixed yourself up and walked back out into the organized chaos.
About an hour later people started to leave, wishing you luck in the next stage of your life, telling you how proud they are and all that. But all you could think about was him.
After everyone cleared out, you walked back to your kitchen seeing Ollie having a conversation with your dad.
His eyes flicked over to yours, hesitantly looking back to your dad’s. “Oh, um. Sorry sir, do you mind if I…”
“Go ahead.” Your dad smiled and walked out of the kitchen as Ollie headed towards you.
He anxiously took in a breath in as you studied his figure. He was standing slightly hunched over, wearing a white button down shirt with navy blue pants. You’d always told him that the blue pants looked better on him, a nice contrast to the black and red he wears.
His voice was low. “Please don’t be mad.”
“Why would I be mad?” You slightly smiled. When Ollie would come to your house unannounced when you were little, it would bring you so much joy.
“Dunno,” He said, sighing. “Was your big day, and I had to be all dramatic and show up I guess.” A chuckle rumbled from his chest; a sound you haven’t heard in a long time.
“Oh, um, those are for you,” He said, gesturing towards a box of candy surrounded by envelopes and stuffed animals on a table. “I know you probably haven’t had those in a while. You know, moving to the States and all.”
It shocked you that he still remembered the smallest things, showing that he still really cared about you. There was a comfortable silence between the both of you, you were surprised it wasn’t an awkward one.
“I just want us to be normal again. I can’t stand not having you in my life, Y/N. There’s this hole that you left and I’ve been trying to fix it with racing, my family. Fuck, I’ve even starting up knitting. And I get that you’ve moved on and have healed and everything, so I get it if you don’t want to do this, but I need you back in my life. This time it’ll be different, Y/N. I promise.”
You gauged the situation. Did you really believe that things could be the same after what happened? He was the sweetest most genuine person you’ve ever encountered, but would he still want more after you established you were just friends? You fought yourself back and forth, surprising yourself of what came out of your mouth:
“Okay.”
“I promise I won’t- wait what?” He expression changed,
“Okay. We can try to be friends again. That’s it though. No reminiscing of our romantic relationship, no calling me late at night because you can’t sleep. None of that. I can’t do that again, Ol.”
“Okay. Deal.”
All of what you felt that night started coming back, the guilt returning to your chest. This boy was utterly in love with you, and you completely fucked him over.
“Ollie, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have just up and left. You deserved better than that.” You looked down at the floor, internally cringing at your past mistake. You were embarrassed.
“It’s okay. I forgive you, Y/N.”
“Thanks.”
“So, friends again?”
“Yeah.”
It made your heart happy knowing that you and Ollie were okay, but something inside you knew that it would never be the same.
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event | whumptember 2022
prompt | flashback
pairing | daddy!steve rogers x little!reader
warnings | sfw daddy!steve, trauma/ptsd/flashbacks, trauma was experienced in childhood (no details or specifics given, reader does say “owwy” once to indicate pain), this one’s heavier than all the others but it feels really important to me still, therapeutic/coping practices i’ve personally learned/utilized included
word count | 677
daddy!steve knows a lot about ptsd and helping with flashbacks from helping bucky once he was rescued from hydra, it breaks his heart that his little girl has to struggle with such severe episodes of reliving her trauma but he is always prepared and ready to assist in the most gentle, soothing ways
maybe reader experienced a lot of terrible stuff during childhood and so being in littlespace can be a bit of a double edged sword, sometimes it brings up unexpected memories that can be difficult to navigate or avoid
steve knows the exact expression that appears on reader’s face when it begins. it starts with a strange, spacey look in her eyes. he usually tries to pause whatever they’re doing to just get a handle on the situation
maybe one day they’re playing with some of her toys on her rug and steve makes a gesture with one of the dolls that sets her off. she gets the wide eyed, deer in the headlights look as her gaze is settled on something in the distance. her voice always becomes so small and she becomes stuck halfway between what she’s remembering and where she is in the present
“baby?” steve’s pushed the toys aside, gently sitting in front of her with his legs crossed. he doesn’t want to touch her yet in case it might be too much “can you focus on my voice, sweetheart?”
tears are trailing down reader’s cheeks but she can’t move to wipe them away. she’s shaking, or more like jerking as everything replays in her mind. “owwy.. please… d-daddy?”
steve can’t help but feel so helpless every time 😔 there’s only so much he can do, when he would really like to just rip the horrible memories out of her sweet little head for good. “daddy’s right here, baby. right here with you- you’re safe, doll”
“h-happening again,” she whimpers, they both know now it’s sort of a waiting game until her brain can settle down. waiting for it to be over’s the worst part
“i know, baby. it’s okay, daddy’s here with you” she can’t see him 😔 can just see the horrible flashes of images as they assault her memory. that’s why it’s so important he keeps talking to her, telling her he’s right there. “can i hold your hand, baby? safe touch, just daddy’s hand on yours”
she offers a little nod, maybe touch is something they’ve worked up to as they’ve had to go through these episodes together. his hand is so gentle, so careful as he places it on hers. she flinches a little but let’s him, he rubs circles on the back of her hand with his thumb. still talking to her, trying to keep her with him “still right here baby. doing so good. daddy loves you so much, y/n. you’re okay, you’re safe”
she cries through it, something she wasn’t able to do as a child. though it’s hard to watch, Steve knows it’s important for her to be able to let out all the sadness and hurt and fear she had to hold in at such a young age, for so long. he shushes her soothingly as she cries, acknowledging her pain. “i know, baby. i’m so sorry. so, so sorry little one. daddy’s right here, sweet girl. you’re alright, you’re not alone”
when things are slowly beginning to wind down, she’s able to interact a little more and tolerate more help steve might be able to give. he helps to ground her back into the room, talking about all her favorite things in her little-friendly bedroom. her fluffy bed with all her stuffed animals, her play rug with all her toys, the big rainbow mural steve painted on one of the walls, all the art and pictures they’ve made together hanging from a set of string lights. when she’s ready, she crawls into his lap, exhausted and in need of lots of snuggles
“there’s my pretty girl, i got you baby. come here, little love. daddy can’t wait to hold you”
#eun’s writing#whumptember 2022#Steve rogers#Steve rogers fanfiction#steve rogers fluff#steve rogers angst#hurt/comfort#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers x y/n#daddy!steve rogers#steve rogers x little!reader#steve rogers headcanon#steve rogers drabble#steve rogers blurb#steve rogers one shot#steve rogers imagine#captain america#captain america fanfiction#chris evans#chris evans fanfiction
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Urban Wyatt x Reader Instagram AU
I don’t even know where I was going with this one, so sorry if it sucks.
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urbanwyatt ✈️ LA I’m inside you📍
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yourusername Can you be inside of me instead?
urbanwyatt I can make that happen
yourusername See you’re fake asf because I know damn well you’re here for work and not pleasure 🙄
urbanwyatt You know better, I can do both 😉
druski2funnny Didn’t Neelam and Jack but mostly Neelam banned you from joining Urb whenever they have to shoot?
neelamthadhani Why are you always instigating ?
yourusername You’re right Druskiiii, I just remembered 😤🖕🏼soooo byeeee papi, do your thing!
urbanwyatt There she goes 🤦🏼♂️
neelamthadhani To be fair, the only reason was because Urban can’t focus when you’re around. All he wants to do is be all up on you and we need to get this shoot done by tonight. No hard feelings.
druski2funnny Nah to me it sounds like a big hater!!!!!!
urbanwyatt stop stirring unnecessary shit
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yourusername Bitch don’t kill my vibe.
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cozane Where you at annoying ass?
yourusername My little airbender, wouldn’t you like to know.
cozane no, your man is being annoying because your location is off and you’re not answering his texts.
yourusername 🤭🤭🤭
urbanwyatt Quit playing, where are you?
druski2funnny Don’t tell ‘em shit, he needs to let you live your best life girl
urbanwyatt STOP INSTIGATING
neelamthadhani Wait was this aimed at me? 😔
yourusername Huh? What????
neelamthadhani Because I said it was best for you not to come because you’d distract Urb.
yourusername Girl, I love you but, if I wanted to be with my man while he was working, I’d be there tonight, no questions asked.
urbanwyatt So why aren’t you then
yourusername Because you’re working?
yourbestiename Wait let’s meet up whore, hubby is working all night too.
yourusername Say less, about to send you my location mami 😉
urbanwyatt 😤😤😤
jackharlow Watch yourself Mrs Harlow
druski2funnny Naa, go live y’all’s best life girls, I know y’all deserve it for putting up with these annoying white dudes 💀💀💀
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cozane Came to pick up dumb and dumber.
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claybornharlow 😞 we’ve been here for two hours and we can’t seem to make them leave. Send help @ jackharlow @ urbanwyatt
yourbestiename Why are you being mean?
cozane because we were send to pick you up
yourusername We’re grown women, leave us alone!!!!
druski2funnny Dumb and dumber 💀😭 my girls are lit hell yeaaa
yourbestiename DRUSKIIIIIIII we miss you
druski2funnny miss ya crazy asses too. Y’all’s mans about to have a long night
jackharlow Oh boy
urbanwyatt on our way
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yourusername Treating him to lunch since I was being a brat last night 🙊
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cozane What about breakfast it’s still morning
yourusername He already had his breakfast bright and early 😉
urbanwyatt 😋 😋 the best meal
cozane why did I even ask
druski2funnny 💀💀💀💀💀
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urbanwyatt Lunch with the mami, she already served me breakfast in bed 🤤 😋
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jackharlow YOOO
yourbestiename Because same 😉
cozane you two are the most bipolar couple to ever exist
yourusername & what about it?
cozane Just last night you were pissed because he wasn’t answering your texts so you ignored him all night.
yourusername I’m a needy girl, I need my mans attention 24/7 he knows this 🤷🏻♀️
urbanwyatt & I love your ass for it 😂
neelamthadhani Tell her she can come to set whenever she wants
yourusername 💀💀💀💀
urbanwyatt I hope you know that my girl would show up no matter what y’all think right????
jackharlow SAY THAT SHIT!!!!
neelamthadhani You guys misunderstood what I was trying to say in the email. Y/N we good?
yourusername Girl yes, trust me, I know my man and I are annoying to you all when we’re together. Especially with the pda, so I get it, but yes the message was delivered wrong.
druski2funnny Y/N you better beat that ass, hers and jacks! Talking about you can’t be with your man because you’re a distraction.
jackharlow But it wasn’t even my idea, I didn’t even say anything.
neelamthadhani STOP THROWING ME UNDER THE BUS
cozane It’s what y/n deserves since she is annoying
yourusername I hate you arrowhead
cozane arrowhead? no go back to airbender
urbanwyatt 💀😭😭😭
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New food rules
Since I’ve been so out of control lately, I was thinking of creating new food rules and sticking to them as I really need to watch out my weight 😔
1. Breakfast: it can be heavy, but nutritious.
• have a bowl of yogurt with fruit, seeds and oats every morning, blend and takeaway as a smoothie if running late
• can eat carbs, but only brown and good carbs (integral bread, oats)
• protein is key to start the morning and stay full for longer. Boiled eggs are a great option as can be eaten outside home.
• 1 cup of coffee is allowed, with vegan milk or black.
2. Lunch: veggies must take the most space of the plate.
• all type of veggies are allowed (except the ones that cause gas and inflammation, such as broccoli, cabbage, raw peppers…)
• protein is key. Avoid meat with too much fat. Go for lean meats. Chicken breast, chicken wings, pork, beef and mostly fish.
• if can get soup, get it and drink it before the meal.
• avoid carbs such as pasta, white rice, wheat in general, noodles, etc.
• Dessert can be fruits, frozen fruit is a good crave killer.
• only drink still water with meals.
• always brush teeth after eating.
3. Snacks: Only if really hungry
• Digestive cookies if having too much craving for unhealthy treats
• nuts in small amounts
• dried fruit in small amounts can be quite satisfying
• yogurt
• protein bars
• fruits (banana, tangerine, apples, grapes)
4. Dinner: the most difficult part of the day.
• Skip dinner at least 6 days a week
• drink lots of water when the hungry peak starts
• if really hungry, can eat a can of tuna
• if eating too much and junk food late at night, skip breakfast.
• if feeling like bingeing, drink a lot of water and brush teeth.
• if really craving junk food, can eat sushi (small tray of nigiris or makis); or McDonald’s (6pcs nuggets, no sauce, small fries, no soda OR plain hamburger - no cheese, no fries, no soda).
5. Drinks and sweets.
• avoid any type of sugary drinks (bubble tea, iced teas, milk teas, instant coffees, juices, mocktails, sodas).
• drink plenty of still water AND coconut water. Vegan milks are fine.
• if really craving something sweet, eat a protein bar. If not enough, keto dessert is ok once in a while.
• if having dessert, always share with others. Eat slowly and put the spoon down every bite. Count to 30, and then take again. Can take only 3 bites of dessert if REALLY necessary.
6. Others.
• if having a family gathering or lunch with friends, focus mostly on the veggies. The total portion of the unhealthy foods has to be the size of the palm of my hand. If larger, can’t be eaten.
• take meals with smaller cutlery if alone.
• stay away from the kitchen.
• eat chewing gum once the hungry peak starts.
• alcohol must be reduced. 2 glasses a week maximum. Drink slowly.
• water fast for 1 whole day once a week. Can be challenging, but it is a good reset for the body.
• snacks should be fruits. If studying and hungry, healthy snacks (like oat and chickpea chips) are allowed.
I am focusing on this new plan and will make it work 💪🏻
#calories#anamia thoughts#dieta ana#weight loss diet#tw ed diet#ed ednotsheeran restriction#ana rules
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my ocs (+ ships) as palette names!
here it is!! all titles are from this post AND HONESTLY I LOVE THEM SO MUCH SOME OF THEM SOUND LIKE REALLY COOL CHAPTER TITLES
all palettes were assigned based only on the titles and not the colors! though some palettes (the (name)-core ones) do have my ocs' vibes ndjdkddk
avery: wishing to rant about fanfiction but not wanting to show how much of a nerd you secretely are, you can’t just ask a guy why he’s in love, some days i’m afraid i will cut my eyes by the sight of glass shards (yes i picked this one only bc of his surname jdksksdkl IT DOES HAVE HIS VIBES THOUGH)
vance: only the floor candy can sustain me (vancecore), the act of balancing a bottle of juice on your head, some days i feel like a lobster on a skateboard
merrill: next time maybe don’t go into the forest at night hm buddy? just a thought, you are who we say you are because public opinion beats self worth every time, putting on a show to seem alive / when i don’t feel alive (wow these last two are SAD)
allen: focus on me (ignore the blood), do you remember when you told me that you love me when you told me that you love me when you told me that you, murder and other expressions of love
roland: stand still as the darkness grows roots in your mind, i loved you i did so how did we end up like this, men like us die alone because we think we deserve it (;w;)
fake!jay: hey quick question are we really about to commit arson? (literally his dynamic with allen), the doctor tried to check my heartbeat only to find out i don’t have one (a reminder that he's not really human!), the privilege of being born somebody else (THIS ONE. OH GOD THIS ONE)
real!jay: the lack of self esteem i’ve felt since i learned how to read or write (;w; AGAIN), soda cans are great i love accidentally spilling liquid on myself, when i was a small child i held an iguana once
austin: i’m always at least a little bit scared hopeless and frustrated, a classmate of mine once borrowed one of my pens and then decided it was such a good pen he’s just gonna keep it (austincore), crying because cats are cute and deserve the world
minnie: this is the third time someone put strawberries in the bathtub who keeps doing this please stop (minniecore), the horrifying ordeal of having loud neighbours, unexplainable excruciating pain that started suddenly and will never go away
hayden: an unhealthy relationship with one’s own identity (THIS IS LITERALLY HAYDEN), what flavour is your mind (a reference to him trying to understand other people's personalities more so that it's easier for him to manipulate them), the only thing greater than my ego is my impostor syndrome
riley: i’m a weirdo who likes to eat chalk, have you found yourself or your loved ones suffering from a case of empty eyes, an overemotional state projected upon the unsuspecting public (LITERALLY HIS UNIQUE MAGIC)
angel: this will hurt you more than it’ll hurt me - and that’s okay!, the girl in a blue dress that lives in every village ever (angelcore), the magical princess’s strawberry-scented battle axe of infinite bloodshed
bunny: wasting your life feeling like an underperforming tool in someone else’s hands (her relationship with angel..), the eye lips eye emoji face fills me with unbridled rage, what do you MEAN there was a fire
seth: your house has no anomalies but i’m reporting you for bad taste in art (YEAH THIS DOES SOUND LIKE SETH), you love them now you’ll hate them later (sethcore), i haven’t left the house in months (his backstory 😔)
and now, the oc ships!
avery x allen: what are you doing in my house / now now i don’t usually make it a habit to - stop yelling - break into people’s homes but as you can see sometimes i do, once again i am forced to ask what in the world did you bring into our home / what do you mean what did i bring it’s very clearly a radioactive waste barrel don’t pretend you don’t know that, the tall faceless lad out the corner of my eye who watches me sleep while pointing at the door
vance x riley: the man who looked at me so sweetly in soft flavours of deep beige, wish me luck honey (i couldn’t ask for more), just friends but we kiss sometimes
merrill x cater: can you help me find what’s wrong with me, men like us aren’t supposed to feel these things, it’s past my bedtime and i’m thinking of you (i don't talk a lot about this ship but trust me, i love them SO MUCH)
merrill x austin: of all the things you could be doing why are you romancing soda cans, wish we could go out for coffee but you hate me and i hate coffee, sorry that your rant about how the game i like ruined the whole series forever didn’t make me like it any less
allen x nemis: my girlfriend said i eat corn weird which now that i think about it would explain why i’m consistently covered in butter (listen it does sound like them), look at her go biting everyone who comes near her like a champ, here’s cheers to the man who stole my heart away
allen x hayden: let your tender hands rip me apart, what’s a little murder between friends, i’ve been chugging poison waiting for the day you inevitably take me up on my offer and take a proper bite out of me (THIS ONE. POWERFUL)
minnie x sebek: your love has brought me to the point of no returning, don’t try to tell me how i’m supposed to breathe, people ask me how i manage to think of you everyday and to be completely honest i never know what to say because it feels so natural
hayden x elpys: i need you to understand that i really do want what’s best for you - and that simply isn’t me, you are a dream in a crowd of nightmares, you must have real self confidence mortal to attempt flirting with something all holy
seth x riddle: dunks you in tea LOL, get your shoes off my bed you animal (these ones are chaotic and i love it), he to whom the cake’s dedicated
seth x rollo: i touch you and my hands burn my hands burn my hands burn (what have you done) (yeah it was painful to type this one), give me salvation i swear i won’t bite, well first of all i am positive what you did is a criminal offense / and second of all why didn’t you invite me (hiii i love "seth x rollo as a villain couple" so much <3)
#beauty with self grown thorns: avery#a gamer skater boy: vance#idia's e boy servant: merrill#the ultimate simp: allen#the gardening club leader: roland thorn#the literature and animals lover: jay#the lonely mechanic: austin#the mouse girlboss: minnie#the chameleon with a god complex: hayden#allen's kuudere cousin: riley#a strange but loving dorm leader: angel#a stressed vice dorm leader: bunny#the isolated prince: seth#friends' ocs!
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3, 5, 8, 13, 16 for zeolan for the worldbuilding asks?
3.) any recurring images/elements?
Hmmm this is kind of broad so I’m not totally sure how to interpret it I guess I will go with like. If it was a tv show. What visual motifs or recurring shots would there be. I think if there were constantly shots of Rocio alone like in an empty space that would be kind of funny imagine watching a show and there’s an obvious meta narrative focus on how lonely you are I’d be so mad. That and shots of like her back while she’s reading something or working on something like she’s closed off to the world or whatever. Definitely a lot of contrast of darkness vs light though for sure like places with people in them being associated with yellow/orange light whereas empty places are associated with the dark.
Also there would probably be many unnecessarily long shots focusing on nature and the environment around the characters bc that’s what I personally like to see
5.) pick a theme song for the tv adaptation.
life itself glass animals 😞😞😞 rip to the animatic I started in early 2022. theres a whole vision. for variety ill also say the definitive end credits song would be
8.) what inspired your world building, if anything?
Honestly. Not much lol I feel like a lot of it is just me trying to make something that appeals to me personally just thinking of like aesthetics
in the extended secret worldbuilding there are some aspects inspired by or influenced by real history. that being said I try not to avoid making that too direct or have it come up too often bc 1) it’s easy to make it extremely tasteless or at least inaccurate/shallow in its portrayal ofc 2) it is ultimately a fantasy world where I wanted to make shit up + have everything be original rather than have like. direct copies of real places + events. I think it’s like background concepts can be to some extent based on reality but specific events are all homebrewed yk
sundown 2020
probably fullmetal alchemist like subconsciously. wrt the magic system not the world itself
I guess you could say I was inspired by actively trying to go against like. Tolkien esque or popular YA fantasy tropes of the late 2010s early 2020s. Bc a lot of what made me want to make the story in the first place was being tired of and annoyed by the kind of tone that was prevalent in YA fantasy at the time
I literally CAN’T think of much this is so sad. My worldbuilding is just too original you guys 😔
no lol but yeah it mostly wasn’t inspired by anything specific which is a shame bc I do think looking at things you were influenced by is pretty fun
they don’t know the wizard system is fully ripped off from how the wings of fire books used animus magic expect it’s learned instead of born
13.) how long have you been working on this project? what has changed from the outset?
A little over 3 years like since February 2020 :3. I love this question it feels very behind the scenes like Im talking in a documentary. Mostly the structure of the story has become much more linear when the original was like arcs based if that makes sense? Like episodic even though the episodes were pretty large in scale + theoretical length. Ofc a lot of the characters’ personalities have as well. I think the main focus too like initially it was just for fun but when I first added like a vague general central theme it was a lot abt dissociation from your identity + the weight of living and things like that. Life is hard but it’s worth it <3 And now there’s more focus on the nuances of interpersonal connection and things like that. I do like the original theme though I wouldn’t want to drop that idea entirely even though I’d probably want to have it show up in a more nuanced or subtle way idk
16.) imagine the entire story takes place but in the meantime the characters all also have tumblr. what kind of (terrible) tumblr posts would happen?
rocio would hate all forms of social media viscerally. if she absolutely has to use it then it’s several thousand word long rants that stay in the drafts for eternity
cirillo probably the type to just use it as a diary
angel runs an extremely popular yet controversial fan page for enstars or some shit (<I mean. in universe it would be about 1400s romance novels) but occasionally vagues abt his personal life and everything he says sounds extremely concerning. And then like once he ends up on the news everyone’s like omg… bone stealing witch tier drama
gloria only posts thirst traps + posts that are like “will be in [x city] tomorrow if anyone wants to meet up 👅” with every location change
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Logging back into tumblr after a few months and oh how my heart broke when I came to your blog and saw the Lucasconfession tag. 😔
I miss him so much. He was such a joy to watch on and off stage. His laugh always made me laugh. His voice was always so calming and he was such a bright spot when things were stressful or I was struggling. What sucks now is that when I am struggling it gets hard to watch his old content because watching it makes me feel awful of what has happened to him. It makes me wonder where is he and when he’s going to come back and hope that whatever he’s doing and who he is with that he is happy and getting the support. I just want him to be able to do what he wants and prosper because everyone says he doesn’t work hard (laughable btw cause he was the one getting everyone else the opportunities) he has so much in him and what I love is that he is always so determined. He’s focused and he’s dedicated. His words too are always affirming. And even if he doesn’t come back as an entertainer I want him to do something he loves and just tell people who have been supporting him that hey he’s okay cause he’s Superman
And it makes me sad, disappointed and angry that I cannot stomach or look at anything of the group. I used to spend my money on their merchandise and I just want to keep the lucas parts now. It was difficult to say at first but I feel like the more I see the more I realize I don’t like them anymore. their behaviors since last year has made me questioned them a lot and I look at all of them differently now. yesterday a tweet popped up on my timeline because lumis were so angry that xj replied to a 6v (apparently that’s what they call themselves now 🙄) response and I’m not here for that. There always the whole “they can’t say anything cause of the company” line that a majority of these ot7 fans say but I don’t think a passive aggressive message from any of them of how we should be kind and respectful could hurt. Especially seeing so much racial hate and the slew of animal comparisons because of his skin and SEA side. it has always been evident that they follow social media so that makes me very disgusted. Idk I always believed idols set examples for their fans cause some of them do not think wisely or for themselves.
You probably didn’t sign up for me going to vent or bringing the group down and I’m sorry. Too much feelings on this and it really sucks to hold it all in. But thank you for allowing messages into your blog because it’s nice to still see Lucas support here. I feel like it’s just a small group now because I tried looking for another lucas blog called yukhellno and Im having trouble finding it. So I’m think they’re gone and that makes me sad too 🙁
I 100% signed up for everyone to vent, hence why I tag these #lucasconfessions haha
Thank you so much for sharing. Your feelings for Lucas are beautiful and valid. I'll answer the rest below the cut.
First, I'd like to say that you're not alone in wanting to be solely a Lumi. Plenty of OT7s felt the same way once the comeback was announced without him. It's not like it was unexpected. SM has ruined this fandom to the point I expected many people would decide they just don't have the heart to be involved in this comeback.
In my opinion, as long as someone is not an akgae (a toxic solo stan that wishes harm upon the other members), an anti (like ot22s are), or bashing any member really, then so be it. People have biases for a reason, and tons of fans only care about certain members but never say it. It's normal. It's just never okay to badmouth any other member, and constructive criticism like what you're saying about Yangyang is NOT badmouthing.
I get people want all the members to feel important, and as an ot23 I want that more than anything, but being a fan is not a being in a cult. You don't owe anyone anything and can stop being a fan anytime. If supporting a group isn't fun anymore, it makes sense to focus on other things. And NO ONE has the right to tell anyone what to spend their money on.
It reminds me of when Winwin and Ten got Covid and couldn't perform at an event a bit ago. OT6s started refunding their tickets because they were so upset. They wanted to hold off and spend that ticket money on a show with their bias(es) in it. Basically, the same people who demanded OT7s support every member equally are the same ones who canceled their tickets when their bias wasn't present. The only difference is that their biases were never Lucas so they'd never had to make that decision themselves before, and they ended up exposing their hypocrisy.
As for the Xiaojun situation. When he responded that they must be a new fan, I believe all he meant was that she wouldn't know they actually have 7 members. He's not allowed to correct them or mention Lucas. In a way, it's almost like he's saying "only a new fan would say W6yV". I don't think there was anything malicious. There's been plenty of evidence the rest of the members have been in consistent contact with him. The boys likely get scolded anytime they imply anything about him, and they already had to wait so long for a comeback (which is now delayed even further bc of the mourning period) that they're just trying to make the best of the situation.
I think it is also important to remember that Lucas is not innocent himself when it comes to insulting others. He's called Kun fat before and made other insensitive, ignorant comments. We can't pretend he's a saint.
As for Laura (formerly @yukhellno), her url is now @babeseungmin. She's still around and still loves Lucas. So no worries.
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Alright. Okay, alright. This is the one fic idea I keep thinking about like damn, I wish I could pull this off, but I know I can’t. There are several reasons: 1) it’s way above my skill level and, more importantly, way above my patience level lol, 2) I’m essentially imagining this as more of a TV series or something, so it would not work as well in text, 3) it has too many similarities to my College AU, 4) it’s a Måneskin crossover and I don’t know them as well as I know the BC guys (a collaboration with a Måneskin fanfic writer sounds fun though, but I have to refer back to reason #1 before anyone gets excited 😅), and finally 5) it’s way too sad and depressive and everyone would hate me for breaking their hearts 😔
Content warnings: major character death. Proceed at your own risk.
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The Dystopia AU
Aesthetic-wise I’m thinking something like The 100 and Maze Runner (never watched either), plot-wise something closer to Handmaid’s Tale.
I don’t really know what has happened because dystopian is not my best genre, but something has happened and the world (or at least the country the boys are living in) is in ruins and they’re living as outlaws and have revolutionary plans to throw off the current government/leader/I really haven’t thought about that detail too much.
All the boys have their own backstories which I can’t really remember that well anymore, but as I said, it very similar to the college AU, complete with onesided Olli/Joonas and bitch boy Niko.
Joonas and Olli are childhood friends and their families are really close too
Joonas and Niko, on the other hand, argue a lot
An important detail about Niko’s appearance (yes, that’s how detailed this is in my head): he’s has French braids 🥰
Aleksi is sort of a blacksheep (woah really?!) and no one really knows where he came from but he’s tagging along with the guys anyway and OH! He’s in his Alex Mattson phase in this AU, just because I like that red bandana so much 😁
One of the guys had lost their family, I think it was Niko
Niko also has a pet rat he carries around in his pocket. This is relevant later on
(Oh god you’re gonna hate me.)
Tommi’s there too, but I’m afraid he doesn’t have as much screen time :(
In the beginning of the plot, the group’s leader Joel gets lost during a fight
He’s knocked out and later wakes up somewhere in the desert, lost and alone with no clue where he is. Later he runs into Damiano who is the leader of his own group and has suffered a similar fate to Joel.
Their groups have completely different methods of working but they both aim for the same goal of overthrowing the current government
Reluctantly they must work together to get back to their teams. Additional tags: enemies to lovers
Meanwhile, both their teams are working seperately to try and find their leaders. I’ll focus on the BC guys’ storyline, because I haven’t really thought out the Måneskin side of the plot that much
And as I said, I imagine this more as a 3-season TV series rather than as a fic. Season 1 would focus on Joel/Damiano constantly arguing with one another and slowly falling love (but not actually doing anything about it until the later seasons), and in the end of the season both of them are reunited with their teams. Season 2 would be both teams plotting their own revolutions. Season 3 is about them finally joining their forces and succeeding with their plan.
That’s the basic outline of the plot. Now to the scenes I had in mind, and I’m so so sorry in advance.
Quite early on in the first season, the boys (after having lost Joel), the boys are hiding in random abandoned houses. Cue Anne Frank kind of hiding in the cellare while the police troops are sweeping the house above them.
At some point they try to leave the house but the troops return so they have to hide in the kitchen cupboards
Olli and Joonas hide in the same cleaning closet and they’re so close to each other and Olli is dying inside
Niko is hiding inside the sink cabinet but his pet rat is freaking out to the point it almost blows Niko’s cover, so he puts it outside. The troops shoot the rat (I’M SO SORRY)
(AT LEAST I DIDN’T GIVE THE RAT A NAME)
On to much more happy news: after spending the whole season 1 pining for Joonas, on season 2 Olli starts falling for Aleksi! And it’s mutual!! 🥰
But, umm….well, that’s where the happy news end, actually
In an armed conflict in another abandoned house, Olli is shot to his chest
He tells the others to leave him behind, because he’s dying
Aleksi is completely paralyzed, whereas Joonas simply refuses and tries to take Olli with them because he thinks he can still make it
Niko (who’s slowly falling for Joonas) is the one (along with Tommi) who gets them out of the house because goddammit Porko, we have to keep moving!
When Joonas sees the life leave Olli’s eyes, he lets himself be pulled away from him
When Niko finally gets everyone out the house, he returns to Olli (who’s still sitting up against the wall) to close his eyes and kiss his forehead as tears stream down Niko's face
I am so so so so sorry
Later that evening, they’re gathered by the fire on some stranded alleyway, with Joonas laying down with his head on Niko’s lap, sobbing his eyes out, while the rest are just staring at the fire with blank expressions
Damiano appears out of nowhere and Joel pulls him aside. Damiano senses that something is wrong and Joel tells him about Olli. Damiano comforts Joel as he cries against Damiano’s shoulder
At the very end of the series, Tommi is reunited with his family, Joonas and Niko start a life together, and Joel and Damiano agree that maybe they should do this again sometime
And Aleksi?
Well, first of all, I’m sorry once more
Because the last scene, THE VERY LAST SCENE of the series is Aleksi sitting by himself under a tree near a cliff, staring at the raging sea, wind blowing on his face
Then he sees Olli standing by the edge of the cliff
Aleksi can’t believe his eyes. He stands up and walks up to him
Olli smiles at him and they hug
Then they jump down together
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lok trolls au
😭😔 listen blame my little brother who made me watch trolls like a million times, my idiotic brain, this post that started it all, and simran for this im so sorry y’all /lh
[under the cut because oh boy this got so long i hate it here]
first off we begin by saying don’t question the plot like eesha? why are korra and asami the bergens? how does this even work? i have no idea, plot doesn’t exist in my brain so yeah now here we go!
wu is poppy, as a happy-go-lucky prince, willing to spend his days singing and scrapbooking
and mako as branch, the outcast troll who lives alone and is wary and practical and doesnt like singing
(please i cant explain the plot of the movie “trolls” to you guys im so sorry)
let’s start with poppy (wu)’s crew
creek (the yoga dude who betrays them) is SO kuvira
glitter dude is kai (except less nakedness? idk thats a void in my memory i hated that so its gone because wow thats so weird)
cooper, that weird animal thing that poops cupcakes is bolin
the fashion twins (satin and chenille) are eska and desna
biggie or the big dude with the worm is uhhhh the airbending crew (ikki, jinora, and meelo) because i love my airbenders and the worm is an air bison
dj suki, or the...you know the dj is,,,,,,,not here
fuzzbert, the troll that doesn’t even talk is iroh ii purely becuase i need my aroace king somewhere in this au
smidge is just ,,,,,,,,all of the beifong kids, instead of smidge we have the iconic wei&wing, wonderful opal, and huan beifong (the only beifong kids that exist ❤️)
literally just the entire pop trolls population is the earth kingdom
and now the bergens? that’s what they’re called right?
the chef, or the main villain is president raiko
the king, king gristle sr. (i know, i dont like the fact that this information is at the top of my head either) is asami’s dad, hiroshi
so asami is technically king gristle jr. (and you know what? no she DOES get the job done but she can’t not listen to raiko so yeah)
korra is bridget, the maid who works under the chef, and admires asami from afar
THE WEIRD HELPFUL/UNHELPFUL CLOUD IS VARRICK CHANGE MY MIND
good? good now moving on to the songs
like just imagine the entire opening song (idk what it’s called) with the entire earth kingdom like
[ID: a screencap of Princess Poppy from the movie, Trolls. She is running under a handmade, colorful, curved bridge formed by the two lines of trolls’ hair. She is smiling, with her arms wide open in glee. END ID]
also “get back up again”? with wu
[ID; a screen cap of Princess Poppy from the movie Trolls. She is dirty and roughed up, standing with her feet apart, holding what seems to be a yellow venus fly trap open, with a determined and triumphant look on her face. END ID]
this is so wu please
the rollerblading song?? with korrasami??
[ID: A screen cap of King Gristle Jr. and Bridget in a rollerblading rink from the movie, Trolls. They are rollerblading, Bridget in a rainbow wig and pink jumpsuit, rollerblading backwards and pulling King Gristle Jr. who is dressed in his normal attire of blue shirts, a red and white striped shirt, and a kingly cape. They are smiling wide at each other. END ID]
“true colors”?? that’s a wuko song (god i hate that) like branch getting his color back and mako getting,,,,,something back
[ID: A screencap from the movie Trolls. In the screencap, Poppy and Branch, who has gotten his color back, are the main focus as they stare at each other and hold hands. Cooper’s head is visible in the side of the frame, with his eyes closed, playing the harmonica. In the background, all the other trolls can be seen END ID]
wu, mako, the gang, and the entire earth kingdom dancing “can’t stop the feeling” to korra and asami? unparalleled
[ID: a screencap from the movie Trolls. in the screencap, Poppy and Branch can be seen with their arms raised up in a dance move, smiles on their faces, while the rest of the trolls watch. END ID]
anyway that’s it for this folks because one, this is all my brain can come up with and two, for the sake of my sanity i will stop here
once again im so sorry <3
#2 am ramblings#my post#dare i put this in the actual tag#the legend of korra#lok#wuko#korrasami#im not tagging all the characters#i can barely stand actually putting this in the tag im so sorry people who stumble upon this#also unrelated to lok but the way branch was right? and everyone was like haha loser and he forgave him???????#couldnt be me#listen if i was the outcast and it turned out i was right? bitches are going to be hearing me talk about this for years#i AM going to guilt trip for life about this#anyway#long post#so sorry you have to scroll past this#tw caps#also prince wu#just in case you don’t want to see content of him
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i need to rewatch the untamed so bad it’s unreal
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