#last birthday post i pinky promise

[lovearsonist]

its all about you girl

on your 46th birthday

#very important day of the year #last birthday post i pinky promise #im lying #least deranged mcr post #most normal mcr fan #fav reunion pics <3 #mcr #my chemical romance #gerard way #my chem gerard #mychem

[ma1dita]

BABEEE happy birthday!! (i'm so terribly late i'm so sorry) congrats on 23💖

🐥 so i'm having thoughts right now about luke x reader and physical affection. like maybe one of them being touch starved and always craving the other person's touch and the other person noticing it and doing it more? maybe from platonic (i will go down with best friends to lovers) to romantic, i'm just on this brainrot tonight

🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥

luke castellan x reader

a/n: back from the klerb but here with a classic 4am post 🥂 but the hangxiety wont let me rest until this is out! ill edit this in the morning... or not 😗

wc: 1.1k

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It’s hard to miss what you’ve never had.

Luke Castellan was never a touchy guy. Sure, he’ll hold a new camper’s hand during welcome tours (especially the little ones who can barely keep up with his long legs; if they’re lucky they get a piggy back ride), and he won’t shy away from a clap on the back when his strategies for capture the flag bring his team to victory (they always do, mind you), and when he feels like it, he’ll even shove Annabeth playfully to show her he adores her (but she packs a punch now that she’s older).

It never really goes past that, and he’s never had to think too hard about it—physical touch.

He’s the one who takes care of others—a part of his nature like it is for Hermes’ cabin to take in unclaimed demigods. But something changed in the months that he’s gotten closer to you. At first, he’d bite his tongue at the way you’re so open to patting his cheek when he does something funny (which he doesn’t try to make a show of, but now…), how you choose to sit so close to him during bonfires that your knees touch (the Apollo kids could be singing about the heavens falling down on them for all he cares but he zeroes in on every word that leaves your lips), and the way you’d lock your fingers with him for a pinky promise after every little thing ‘to make sure it’s real’ (Luke didn’t understand the merit of a pinky promise over whether you could have his dessert for the next week if you took over arts and crafts with the kiddie campers for him; truthfully he’d give it to you anyway). It was unusual for him to have someone comfort him, to show care without a true reason. But he didn’t realize how much more it bothered him now that you wouldn’t even look him in the eye.

Silena and some of the other Aphrodite children had asked you the very defining question of, “Do you like Luke Castellan?” and having never thought of it that way, or being able to put your feelings for him in words instead of fingers in his belt loops or in the muss of his curls—that shit was terrifying!

You spent all Saturday afternoon at the docks with them belly down under the glare of the sun’s rays as they explained to you what the five love languages are. By the end of it, sunburn wasn’t the only reason you felt hot.

“Your love language is physical touch,” one of Silena’s older half-siblings—Connelly, says like he’s explaining that the sky is blue, “And Luke’s not that type of guy! Think he’s more acts of service…”

“Ooh, or words of affirmation….” another one of them muses, but the sound of your heartbeat tunes it all out. Well shit, have you been sending him the wrong signals? Or are there even any signals you want to send him? 

Nevertheless, in the matters of love or even the tiniest whisper of it—maybe there’s no one else you can trust with this stuff besides Cabin 10.

Wrong.

Absolutely wrong. Whatever the hell you’ve been convinced or whatever’s changed since last weekend—Luke just knows he hates it, and he’s angry. He’s angry at how you gasp in surprise every time you brush shoulders during archery practice when you used to let him fix your form, he’s angry at how you’ll squeeze campers’ shoulders to tell them they’re doing a good job carrying the strawberry crates—and all he gets is a mumbled ‘Thanks, Castellan’ when he stacks them up and takes your load.

Luke’s so terribly angry that Travis told him he’s been walking around like a big strawberry, face red and irritated—but not at you. 

He realizes he’s also angry at the fact that he can’t protect you from the onslaught of a rain cloud—or maybe it was the fact that you’re so okay with the rain touching your skin and seeping through your orange shirt like he wishes you’d let him. He’s angry at the way the wind blows your hair into your face and your fingers brush the strands away like he wishes he can. Most of all, Luke Castellan is angry that he didn’t know how good a simple touch could be until he lost it—before he even really got to appreciate yours.

You’re sitting on the opposite end of the row in the amphitheater laughing with your friends and the furrow in his thick brow is a tell-tale sign of his discomfort. Luke doesn’t dare to remember what it’s like before you to be honest—he’d rather give up Elysium instead of having you ignore him like this. He calls your name, a tinge of both anger and desperation until you look over at him, eyelashes kissing your cheeks. The hold you have on him transcends the physical touch of your fingers but he wants, no—needs you next to him.

“C’mere! Why are you so far away?”

Luke hopes it doesn’t sound pathetic, but a crooked grin splits across his face as soon as you make your way over, sitting down and crossing your legs away from him. It’s still too far, even if he can feel your breath on his shoulder.

“Did I do something to make you angry? I…” The words escape his mouth in a jumble—quick wit from his father escaping him, though he knows not to rely on that asshole, god or not. You mutter words that almost escape him too, and he leans in, chasing your hands and putting them in his own until they’re gentle and soft in his lap.

“No, no…. I just… don’t want to push your boundaries. I know you don’t like it when I’m too touchy,” and he thinks his heart clenches a little like how you’re squeezing his hands. Luke shouldn’t feel instant gratification from a subconscious action. He wants to know you mean it with him—that’s what he can’t put into words.

“I….like it when you do.”

You notice the way his fingers tangle tighter with yours, pinkys interlocking with yours. When he lets go, Luke wraps his arm around your shoulders until you’re able to laugh in the crook of his neck. He chooses to place a kiss on the corner of your mouth when your head sways to face him at the silly tune about centaurs and then you realize that Luke loves the way you love him. You wonder if he accidentally missed meeting your lips, but then the noise in your head quiets down when he pulls you closer, lips locking tenderly, intentionally—as they were always meant to.

You both hear a giggle that sounds a lot like tinkling bells belonging to children of Aphrodite. 

For once they were wrong about love. 

Luke’s tongue parts through your lips and meets your own like they’re in a long awaited embrace, dancing and devouring you from the inside out but this, you— are what he can rely on. This, your touch, and how he chooses to let it consume him, never letting go.

#jo's 23rd birthday bash ⋆｡°✩ #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan fanfic #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo x reader #made by ma1dita ♥︎

[f1fnatic]

CLINGY ⤿ l. norris 4

→ ( in which. . . ) lando convinces you to have a night out with friends. he does the same and after a few drinks, he misses you and becomes clingy.

→ ( fanfic genre. . . ) written, slight social media au

→ ( pairing. . . ) lando norris x fem!reader

→ ( content warnings/disclaimers. . . ) mentions of alcohol consumption

→ ( author's note. . . ) i had a lot of fun writing this and super happy with how it turned out. I hope you enjoy! see end for more.

→ ( masterlist )

you and lando had been wanting to go out by yourselves for a while now. you both enjoyed going out together, but the paparazzi and attention lando would receive was overwhelming. so, one day, he suggested you go out with your friends and he with his.

"it'll be good for you," he said, "you know, to get smashed without worrying about staying or looking sober enough for the media."

you nod agreeing, "you have a point. but what about you?"

"what about me?" he questions, "go out for a birthday or celebration. i'll go out with carlos or max, maybe daniel." he finishes shrugging.

"hmm, fine. but you have to promise to be responsible."

"pinky." is all he said. he stretched out his hand showing you his pinky finger. you took yours and wrapped it with his, sealing the promise.

that was last week. tonight, you were celebrating a new job opportunity you had gotten. while you would had loved to be celebrating with lando, you knew he'd only push you to go out with your friends.

so, there you were, in a crowded nightclub, music blasting and alcohol coursing through your bloodstream. you sat in a booth sipping on a martini, wearing a simple orange skin-tight long-sleeved dress. the color reminded you of lando, so it was a no-brainer to wear it tonight.

you and your friends were talking mindlessly about nothing and everything at the same time. the night was going swell. you and lando had gotten ready together and it took him some convincing to not rip the dress off of you and delay your arrival.

sitting at the booth, you pulled out your phone and opened instagram. you beckoned your friends to push their drinks towards yours for mock cheers to post on your story.

instagram ↴

yourusername posted a story!

caption: girls night 🍸

mentioned; yourfriend1, yourfriend2, yourfriend3, yourfriend4, yourfriend5

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you set your phone down back into your purse after posting. right after doing so, you and your friend's favorite song played. the booth erupted into cheers, your friend grabbed you by the arm and dragged you from your seat to the dance floor.

while you were with your friends, lando was with carlos and daniel at a seperate club. he was a few too many drinks in. carlos and daniel had ushered him to a table to get him get some water to sober up.

lando had missed you, a lot. he knew that you needed this. he had already seen a handful of paparazzi trying to sneak pictures of him, daniel, and carlos. he didn't want you to have any unwanted pictures taken. he also knew that you were having fun.

daniel eventually got him a glass of water and lando chugged it. the cool, refreshing water cooling him down from the inside out. after setting down the empty glass, he reached for his phone in his back pocket and noticed an instragram notification. a notification specifically from you.

lando opened the app and then viewed your story. it was a picture of you and your friends clinking your drinks together. he didn't know why, but jealousy began to run through him. not the type of jealousy you would get from a crush being with someone else, but the type you get when you feel left out. fomo if you will.

lando missed you. he wanted to be there with you. taking shots and dancing with you. he felt left out. sure, he was having fun with daniel and carlos, but he knew that he would be having 100x more fun if he was with you.

his thoughts were running around in his head. he became fidgety. carlos and daniel observed him from a distance. after a few minutes, lando slid up on your story.

he waited for your answer, he continued to spam you with messages but stopped when there wasn't one. he sighed in defeat. he looked at his watch and it read "12:56". it was almost 1 am. he decided to call it a night. he flagged down carlos and daniel to let them know he was leaving and then called an uber home. once he arrived back to your shared apartment, he made his way to the couch and collapsed.

finally, you were able to peel away from your friends and back to your booth. you grabbed your phone to check the notifications, you noticed multiple from lando. they read:

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you hurried to respond, apologizing for not answering. you decided it was time to go home. you let your friends know, grabbed your things, and called an uber, you also shot lando a text.

a couple minutes later lando responded letting you know that he was waiting for you at your shared apartment. you got giddy. a wide smile appeared on your face and butterflies in your stomach fluttered. you had been living together for a while now, but the thought of coming home to him, the person you loved with all your heart made it so much more special.

your uber eventually reached your apartment and you swiftly got out, thanking them for the ride. you were moving quicker than usual. while walking to the front door, you fished out your keys from your purse. the heart-locket keychain that held a picture of you and lando jingled in response from being moved.

reaching the front door, you place the key in the lock and turn. the lock unlocks with a satisfying schlick. pushing open the door, you're surprised to feel arms immediately wrap around your waist and engulf you in a hug. your hands are in the air momentarily before you push lando back into the hallway. his hands lay on your hips while his head is in the crook of your neck. placing your things down, you finally wrapped your arms around him.

a muffled "i missed you." comes from his mouth. the vibrations tickle your neck.

"i missed you, too lan." you smile in response.

lando keeps you in the hallway for at least 15 minutes. just the two of you, in silence, slightly swaying back and forth. your breathing was intermingled, taking breaths in and exhaling at the same time. you were both still in your clubbing clothes, and you were sure you might be in them for the rest of the night.

"lan." you whisper, a 'hm' comes in response. "you need to let go, we both need to change."

"but i don't wanna. i want to keep hugging you until i can't stand anymore." he protests. you could tell he was drunk, he was clingy sober, sure, but when drunk that clinginess was multiplied tenfold.

"lando, baby, please. i want to get out of these heels." you plead. it takes him a few minutes before he pulls away. he looks at you with a pout on his face, eyebrows upturned and mouth downturned. you look at him with a frown, almost mimicking his pout.

"we can cuddle all we want when i change. okay?" you reason.

"promise?" he asks.

"pinky." you respond firmly holding your pinky up in front of him. he interlocks his with yours, sealing the promise like you did a week ago. he keeps hold of your pinky and eventually goes to hold your hand. you lead him to your bedroom with interlocked hands. he followed like a puppy.

you both let go in order to change. he moves to the bed to lay down while you move to the bathroom to wash your make-up off and do some light skin care.

"y/nnnn..." comes from the bed.

"yes lan?"

"hurry up, i miss you again." he whimpers. you quickly finished your routine and exited the bathroom, turning the lights off. he was lying on his side under the comforter, eyes closed. you crawled in on your side and lando quickly found your body.

his arms were wrapped around your waist, head going to lay on your chest. your hand reached his hair, slowly playing with the curls. soft snores eventually filled the air. lando was asleep. you lay there and admired his sleeping face. he looked so peaceful. nothing was bothering him, no worries were plaguing his mind. he was at ease.

you placed a light kiss a top his head. he shifted and groggily reached up to place one on your lips and returned to his previous position. a yawn escaped your mouth, sleep was overtaking you. you cuddled closer to lando by entangling your legs with his. a few minutes later, you were fast asleep.

ahhhh first ever request! thank you for requesting :)!! i am happy with how this turned out and i hope this fulfilled your request! i had a lot of fun writing this and messing around with the instagram dm maker 😆 thank you for reading! requests and feedback are welcome! make sure to leave a comment and kudos as well :)

request from; luli3219 Hello can you write something about jealousy (positive) Lando x fem!reader, were they goes out separately; him with his friends and she with her friends, and when she posting a video on instagram and he replied a little bit drunk that he missed her. And when she come home after him he gets so touchy and clingy

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[ijuliet]

obstacle (s)(f)

you were dedicating this summer getaway on confessing your feelings to choi soobin, but what happens when choi yeonjun was constantly in the middle of your plans?

pairing : choi yeonjun x afab!reader

warnings : sorta enemies to lovers?, cunnilingus, mutual masturbation, inexperienced reader, chaewon x taehyun (just for plot, not shipping)

wc : 2.9k words

MINORS DNI!!!

It was your annual summer field trip, the most anticipated event of the school year. Hundreds of kids piled into buses and hollered as the start of their vacation began. You, on the other hand, had one set goal for this trip: to win Choi Soobin.

Was it wrong to treat the innocent boy like a game? Well, yes, but you had a good argument. Soobin has been your crush since you started school, and you’ve been rational since. How could you not drool when you saw the way his dimples appeared any time he smiled? Soobin was the guilty one for making you crazy.

“Move your bag.” Someone coldly said, waking you from your delusions and quickly shooting your head up. You smiled when you were met with the sarcastic look of your best friend.

“Taehyun!” You cheered happily, taking your overnight bag from the seat beside you and placing it on the floor. He rolled his eyes as he plummeted next to you. “I could tell from the door that you were thinking about Soo-” you slapped his shoulder before he could finish. “Taehyun. We’re in a public setting.” You whispered aggressively in his ear.

���And? You couldn’t be any more secretive about this stupid crush.” He crosses his arms and sighs.

“Y/n you’ve been hooked on this boy for years now and you still have no idea what he’s like. ” He pauses before continuing. “I just feel bad because you’ve wasted time you could’ve been loosing your virginity, on giggling at his Instagram pictures and his friends' birthday posts.”

You frown at his cruel words. “Taehyun, don't act like you don’t know why I’ve never spoken to him.” He can tell that speaking about the sad truth hurt your feelings.

And Taehyun did know why you’ve never spoken to Choi Soobin. Because of one little obstacle: his evil best friend.

Choi Yeonjun, the creator of your problem.

It all started at a Halloween party hosted by Beomgyu. Illegal drinks and your friends' encouragement sent confidence rushing through your veins to walk up to your crush. You also did not want to put your cute princess costume to waste. All of a sudden, you bumped into his rather tall friend. The sudden shake made your stomach churn and your hands slap your mouth. You looked up to see his best friend gasp, as your life turned into slow motion.

The rest was self-explanatory, and Yeonjun would never let it down. He never missed a chance to tease you when you walked by him in the halls, got paired up for assignments, or even seeing each other at a random convenience store at 2 AM. You had no clue if he had told Soobin, but since they were glued to each other’s hip, you could never approach him because of your fear of Yeonjun.

You sadly stared at the window, knowing this was your last chance with Soobin, you began to eavesdrop on the conversation behind you.

“Yeah, Beomgyu’s hosting a party at his massive beach house tonight… I wonder if anyone will show up; if we get caught, we’d all get in serious trouble.” They barely whispered. Their friend agrees and envies the rich kid.

It took you a second to shoot up in surprise, elbowing Taehyun on accident and making him wince. If Beomgyu was hosting an event, that meant…

“Hell yeah, I know we’ll be there!” Yeonjun shouted from behind the conversation you were hearing. His action was enough to make the whole bus erupt in noise again.

-

“Okay, is this dress good?” You stood in front of Taehyun, who was annoyed by your constant question. “Yes, can we please go now?” He asked, and you simply nodded.

“Taehyun, do you promise to finally hook up with Chaewon tonight?” You point your pinky finger at his face as you both walk out of your shared hotel room. “Only if you promise to not look at Soobin.” You swat his gesture away and squint your eyes.

“Plus, Chaewon and I are just friends.” He argues. “Yeah, friends who make out in empty classrooms.” You recall his embarrassing moment. Remembering your friend dying of shame when an innocent janitor walked into the “friends” exploring each other's bodies.

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It wasn’t a long walk to Beomgyu’s parents' beach house. You could tell from a mile away that the party had already started, as groups of people stood outside in the breezy summer air. You stepped up on the porch happily as Taehyun opened the door to a hot and crowded foyer.

You greeted familiar drunken faces as you pushed your way to the drinks. Taehyun stood behind you as you poured shots for the both of you. Turning around and handing it to him, you shut your eyes as the burning liquid trailed down your throat. You opened your mouth to complain about the taste but stopped when you made eye contact with an approaching Chaewon.

“Hey guys.” She cheerfully announced. You smiled at her and watched Taehyun’s hand slither to her waist. “Mind if I borrow him real quick?” She asked your permission, which had confused you. “You can take him, no refunds though.” You put your hands up defensively and made the two laugh. Chaewon took Taehyun as he smiled and cocked his head to the right, signaling you to look over and see Choi Soobin alone in a corner.

Now was your chance. You scooted past the hot bodies around you quickly, trying your hardest to reach Soobin, but were suddenly stopped. You felt a tap at your shoulder, and you turned around slightly annoyed.

“Hey princess.” Yeonjun grinned. You stared at him in disbelief. His blue hair shaped his face, his perfect pouty lips looked sinful, and he was wearing a stupid shirt under a stupid button-up that you’ve seen Soobin wear. “Oh god- don’t tell me you’re going to-”

Yeonjun tries to finish his lame joke, but you grab his hand quickly and lead him to the closest door.

Pushing him in the dimly lit room, and finally, your frustration towards the boy erupting in a loud voice.

“God Yeonjun, I have been way too patient with your bickering and torment, but I can’t keep it in any longer. So fucking what I threw up on you? I paid for your dry cleaning and helped you pass Calculus, and all I get in return is you constantly embarrassing me. Why haven’t you thought about how I felt just once? So please-” You take a breath from your words and finally look at his face.

The sculpted boy is shocked, and you can slightly see his flustered cheeks turn red. You start to feel even worse, thinking you hurt his feelings. But hell, did he ever think twice before he spoke?

“In the nicest way possible, Yeonjun. Just.” You sigh. “Get out of my way.” You try to reach for the handle behind him, but his hand grabs your wrists.

“This isn’t about me annoying you, Y/n.” You looked up at him as he spoke. “This is about your stupid crush on Soobin, right?”

You felt your stomach fill with anxiety. What could he possibly know about your crush on Soobin, and why was he being so rude? “N-no, I just.” You tried to lie, but Yeonjun’s hand on your wrist dropped.

“What’s so good about Soobin anyway?” He whispers. It was barely coherent, and you felt Yeonjun’s finger move the hair in front of your face, pushing it behind your ear.

“How could I not notice you staring at my best friend when this whole time, I just wanted you to stare at me.” He confessed with a sad chuckle. This time, you had a feeling you were going to throw up.

“You’re too sweet for Soobin. He’d just ruin you. He wouldn’t treat you right.” Yeonjun’s hurtful words to his friend didn’t end. His hand caressed your cheek, angling you to look up at his eyes.

“Tell me to stop.” He asks, and your faces are millimeters away. Stop, you think, but you can’t seem to say it.

“Tell me to kiss you.” You can feel his intoxicated lips hover over yours.

“Kiss me.” You mumble, and it’s enough to make Yeonjun act upon your demand. Your lips crash as you feel his tongue quickly enter your mouth. Yeonjun is quick with his actions, switching you to having your back on the door instead. His hands go lower on your body, and lower, and lower— until you quickly break the kiss.

“Yeonjun, I’ve never done...” You looked at the floor in embarrassment, but his finger quickly lifted your chin to look at his face. “We don’t have to do anything princess.” The pet name had now gained a sweet ring to it.

You giggle and bring your hands to his shoulder with a sigh. “Why hadn’t you told me sooner?” You looked at him sadly. “You already hated me when I started to think you were cute.” Yeonjun takes your hand and leads you to the random bed in the room, sitting you down on his thigh.

“I’m sorry for being a jerk.” Yeonjun states. Your head perfectly fits on his shoulder, laying there with a smile. “I appreciate your apology.” You peck the skin of his neck once, then twice, then a third time.

Yeonjun quietly groans at the feeling, and you start to suckle on the skin. Your hands reach up to his linen button-up and fumble with the collar, trying to gain more access to his chest.

Yeonjun helps you take off his shirt, and your hands glide across his naked body. You straddle his lap and softly push his back against the bed.

“Can I…” You drag your question and point to his crotch. “Feel you here?” You ask innocently, and he nods.

“God, yes. Anything princess, do anything to me.” Yeonjun pleads. So you do. You get off his lap and take your sundress off in one motion, leaving you in your dainty underwear and bra. Yeonjun gets up from the bed and follows your actions, leaving him in only his boxers.

You stare at his hard on, intimidated by the size. Yeonjun could tell you were nervous, and took your hand in his.

“How about you show me how you get off, first?” He looks at you with a smirk and you feel your arousal pool in between your thighs. You quietly nod and position yourself on the bed.

You had your back against the headboard, and Yeonjun sat in front of you, slipping your fingers into your panties and being met with your slick.

You look up at Yeonjun, who already had his hard cock out in his hand. The lack of light illuminates his glistening tip and his hands slowly going up and down. Suddenly, you make eye contact with the boy, and you whine.

“Can I see more?” Yeonjun politely asks. You take off your bra slowly and shimmy out of your panties. Yeonjun moans at the sight, throwing his head back and his movements on his length quickening.

Your fingers were just not working as well as they would; Yeonjuns hands were a lot bigger, and his fingers were a lot longer. “Please do it for me.” You beg.

You scoot closer to Yeonjun who doesn’t miss his chance. Forgetting about his raging cold and moving up to you on his knees to glide his two fingers smoothly into your hole. The feeling itself made you moan loudly, and then you felt his other hands fondle your tits.

“Does that feel good, princess?” He whispers into your ear, nipping the skin below it while he’s there. “Yes- Yeonjun ‘feel so good.” Your words are being choked out of your throat. The sensation between your thighs makes it hard to focus on the boy whose hands are all over you.

You feel yourself getting closer when you notice Yeonjun bucking into the air. You reach out to touch his leaky tip, but earn a hiss from the boy.

“Fuck Y/n, I’d have you like this every day if I could.” His dirty words made you clench around the fingers inside you. You work your hands up his cock as you both moan into each other's space.

“I’m close, baby.” Yeonjun pants into your ear. You take that as a sign to go faster, and the thin band in your stomach snaps, and you shudder under his touch.

“Don’t stop Yeonjun, please.” You mutter while he rides you through your high. Yeonjun curses once, then says your name like a mantra before you can feel hot cum shoot towards your inner thigh.

Yeonjun’s larger body collapses onto your sweaty one, and your hand reaches for the hair close to the nape of his neck, softly combing through it. You could hear the heavy breathing and the music outside from the party.

The feeling of skin on skin made your heart melt, and it started to hit you. You came on Yeonjun’s fingers! The only person you ever wanted to avoid. You feel guilty now, hating on him for the mere fact that he was clingy to his best friend.

“Get out of your head.” Yeonjun murmurs from your neck. You kiss the top of his forehead. “I don’t want you to go back to Soobin.” His mumbling is now more serious.

“I wasn’t planning to.” You felt him peck the skin of your neck. He got up from your body and looked around for your things. “And I want you to tell Taehyun our plan worked.” He threw you your dress, and you caught it in confusion.

“What plan?” you asked. Yeonjun slipped his shirt on but handed you his button-up; it was simple but pretty intimate to walk out of the room with his clothes on.

“How else do you think I managed to creep into your life pretty?” He kissed your cheek and you stood there, taken aback.

You gasp. “Don’t tell me-” Yeonjun interlocked your hands, and you both left the room. Re-entering the party, you watched as Yeonjun waved to his best friend and Soobin smiled at you both.

Taehyun was a traitor, but you were going to give him a big hug the next time you saw him.

since it’s almost summer and txt tour in the states are creeping up!!!!!

choi yeonjun i miss you and your blue hair. plz ruin my life

#choi yeonjun smut #yeonjun smut #txt smut #yeonjun hard hours #txt hard hours #yeonjun x reader

[crimsonsposts]

you forgot their birthday | &team

k

hello?? it’s impossible to forget his birthday. this man will text you on the twentieth october eleven-fifty nine p.m. to remind you it’s his birthday in a minute. he’d shamelessly beg for a happy birthday as well. only to gloat over it once he got his wishes.

fuma

he wants to be mature about it, but he just can’t. he’d spend the rest of the day just thinking about it. “is this a prank? please be a prank.” can’t sleep either. he’d then proceed to convince himself that it’s ok you forgot. “i mean, the anniversary’s more important right? right.”

nicholas

is going crazy because of it. almost gonna rip his hair out at the realisation that he’s not bothered that you forgot about it. he’s bothered at the fact that he cares so much. this could’ve been his dad that forgot, but he couldn’t care less. but you!! “nooooo…! please remember!!” will make you remember it somehow. and then will never live this down. this will become his teasing material to tease you with for months to come.

ej

is very mature about it. he’s sad but understands that these things slip one’s mind sometimes, no matter how important that person is. he just takes it as in, maybe you’re busy. “it’s okay.” he repeats to himself. and ej gets by as if nothing is bothering him.

:) ⇦ his face the entire time

yuma

is bamboozled. he’s having a wide ray of changing emotions. at first he’s bummed and sad you don’t remember. and then somehow thinks it’s funny as well. and then he’s grumpy. he comes home buying you a gift to see your “oh shit” realisation. and ended up enjoying your flustered face which he thinks it’s impossible to be this cute. he ended up winning that day.

jo

he doesn’t think it’s a big deal. other than the initial bummer, he gets over it fairly fast. to be fair, if it wasn’t for the members screaming a happy birthday on his face, jo could’ve forgotten about it as well. so he thinks it alright if you do. in fact, i think this man could’ve just think that you cooking rice in the morning for breakfast is the “happy birthday”.

harua

is not okay with it. will be very blunt about it. he’s very big on transparency. he’d calmly tell you how it stings and is sorta hurt by it. he makes you pinky promise him that it won’t happen next time and that you’ll remember. then you buy him a ton of candy, so he’s okay again :)

taki

like a flower that has been stomped. he does not take it too well. he likes birthdays. he thinks it’s the most special occasion. i mean, when else do one get a whole day dedicated to themself? he’d lose his light for the entire day. his energy has been snuffed out and will be emoting until you wish him a happy birthday.

maki

is super bothered. he’d deliberately ask you, “aren’t you forgetting something~?” but will not say it directly to you. he has this weird thing where he wants you to figure it out yourself for it to ‘count’. until then he won’t stay still. he’d deliberately be in a festive mood to give you a not so subtle hints.

ahh my last and first post is well received. i’m so so happy that people are interacting (≧∀≦)

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[mccnstruck]

the dreams you let me follow.

characters: kazuha x gn!reader

tags: hurt/comfort, reverse comfort but also comfort both of you guys are a mess, not proofread, 2k+ words, long fic, gender neutral, no pronouns besides "you" for reader, self-indulgent, op is possessed by kazuha brainrot, could be seen in the same storyline as “never alone”, mentions of mental breakdowns, implied emotional abuse?, very ooc i don't know man

a/n: i know i posted like a few days ago but as today comes to an end i literally couldn't let myself go to bed without making something for kazuha. happy birthday kazuhaalkdlwklkaw AHHDHDHHAH ok. but anyways the ending was HORRENDOUS but if i carried it on any longer i would never finish this. reblogs and tags are much appreciated. oh and also you and kazuha both have abandonment issues LMFAOOAOOAOA

You looked beyond the windows of your Mondstadt home and onto the rain that poured on Monstadt City. The sun hid behind grey clouds, whose sobs embodied the roaring thunder. Its tears fell onto Mondstadt soil, and you saw people quickly run back home to the warmth of their homes. You turned on the lamp beside your bed and took a journal out of the bookshelf next to your bed. Your fingers felt the embroidery on the book’s spine and grazed over the writing on the cover. The red ink on the front read: “To Kadehara Kazuha.”

You opened the journal and grazed over your handwriting. Pages upon pages of messy handwriting took you back to the days when you first settled in Mondstadt.  

You remembered the night before you set your travels for Mondstadt. You entered your cabin (for quite possibly, the last time in a long time) and saw him writing in his journal. Crimson eyes looked up at you and Kazuha smiled. The moonlight barely shone inside the cabin, but even you could make out the tears that slid down his face.

Your heart shattered when you heard his voice. “Hello, dear.” 

“Kazuha, what happened?” 

You rushed to his side and sat on the bed. You brought your hand to cradle his face and gently slid your thumb over the tear stains on his face. 

You whispered, sadness lacing over your voice. “Kazuha…is it because of me?”

He sat in silence, and both you and him stared at the journal laid on his lap. 

“As a wanderer, I should know your situation best. It is not your fault, by all means. You should be allowed to embrace the love of Mondstadt City.”

“Kazuha-”

“Yet. Yet I keep trying. I keep…on trying…to cling on…” 

His tears fell onto the blanket and he hid his face from you; trying to wipe his tears away. 

Your breath hitched, and you felt your world crumble around you. 

Kazuha’s demeanor crumbled, and you pulled him into your arms. 

Seeing Kazuha’s usual smile taken from you….because of you. He said it wasn’t your fault, yet you felt the loneliness of Kazuha’s future travels. You felt the future lonely nights when you would have to stare out the window: wondering where your lover would share his love. 

But, you had to do this. 

You had to escape. And Kazuha knew. Both of you knew. 

Instead of comforting him with false lies you both knew to be meaningless; you instead made him promise one thing. 

“Kazuha. Keep on writing. Keep on writing and exploring the world.”

He looked at you and paused at your words. “Why wouldn’t I do that in the first place?” 

“Just…Just keep on writing. Never lose that spark. Do what you love, okay?”

You held out your hand to him and your pinky stuck out. The child in you, clinging to whatever promises you could believe in, desperately hoped for Kazuha to respond in kind. 

You softly smiled when he intertwined his pinky in yours. He promised, no matter what happened, to always follow the spark in his heart. 

At the thought of Kazuha, the journal in front of you became blurry. You looked up to find your home to be blurry as well. You were crying. Your tears fell as the gray clouds cried louder.

Archons, you wished to see him again. The unnerving fear of forgetting his face ate you alive every day, and you yearned to hear his voice once more. You were so busy laughing and working throughout the day that on nights when you only accompanied the thoughts in your head, you realized how long it had been. 

Would you even be able to show your face in front of him? You just…left Kazuha and went on your travels. 

No…you both knew. You had to leave Sumeru. You needed to build a home somewhere. 

Sumeru…

But why….why did you feel something for Sumeru? Your chest felt heavy, full of sin. Your happiness felt sinful, almost as if you needed to go back and plead for the Akademiya to take you back. 

Let them rip your designs to shreds, have them accept your crumpled academic papers with messy writing and dried tears. 

Mama, Papa.

They wouldn’t even let you acknowledge them. 

Did you mess up? Oh, you messed up. Did you? You could’ve lived with stability, with respect. You could’ve sacrificed your dreams, because everyone knows you’re just going to wake up anyways. Yet you lived your life sleepwalking, clinging to your dreams and ignoring reality. 

Was this what your parents wanted you to see? No. They could’ve supported your ambitions. They could’ve pushed society’s whispers and helped you build your wishes. 

Yet. They didn’t. 

You couldn’t even remember their faces. 

Mama. Papa. 

Mama. Papa. 

You couldn’t remember their faces. Yet their voices haunted your very being every day.

Mama. Papa. 

Mama. Papa. 

Mama. Papa. Mama. Papa. Mama, Papa, I’m so sorry Im so sorry im so soryryr mim sodttyt iams oso soryryruh please pforgive me PLEASE

Your thoughts were corrupted of pure hatred and that night, the beloved engineer of Mondstadt was left to rot in the hell of loneliness and insecurity. 

No one was to go through the rain to find you crying, so you could’ve screamed at the walls in your home and still would’ve gotten no response. Yet, knowing how alone you were, you quietly trembled and wrapped yourself in your arms. Your journal laid at your side, and the hopes of seeing your beloved turned into desperate cries to not be alone. The dried tears on the page said it all.

You don’t know how long you’ve been crying. Your chest felt the same heaviness, but your tears had stopped. You didn’t have the energy to wipe them off. You shifted on your bed to turn the lamp off when…

A thud shook your house, followed by a knock. 

You would’ve excused the thud to be the thunder, but a knock? Who was to be at your home in the rain?

“Give me a minute!”

You felt extremely bad to delay some warmth to the person outside, but your face was completely unrepresentable. You rushed to the bathroom to wipe your tears off and disregarded the other visible signs you were crying. You pulled out a scarf to offer and rushed to the door. 

When you opened the door, your eyes widened at the white hair with a crimson streak running through it. Crimson eyes looked back at you with glee, and the figure grinned at your shock. 

“Hello, dear.”

“You’re lying. You’re lying. No, I’m dreaming. This is a joke-”

In your state of denial, he pulled your hand towards him and wrapped his arms around you. He hid you in his embrace, and not even the pouring rain could separate you from him. 

Kazuha whispered, “It’s been so long…so…” He paused, his shoulders shaking, before he continued. “I wanted to see you. I’ve missed you.”

You gritted your teeth to hold back your sobs, yet the tears started again when you enclosed Kazuha in your arms. 

Your voice shook, and your chest gasped for air. “Archons, I missed you. So much.”

Even with your warmth, Kazuha shivered from the cold winds. You led him inside and let him warm up by the fireplace while you prepared something to eat. 

Kazuha noticed the tissues stacked up on your bed and your attempts to hide your journal in the bookshelf. 

“Dear?”

Your head turned rapidly toward him and you put on a fake grin. Your tears were wiped off, yet your eyes looked pained; as if they were about to close with agony. “What’s up?”

“I…Are you alright?”

“Yeah! Yeah. I’m ok. Why? Need anything?”

Kazuha worriedly smiled. “You seemed tense. And when you opened the door, your face looked pained. Desperate.”

You paused at Kazuha’s words and almost whirled back into your thoughts. You never understood how Kazuha could see past you, but it was an admirable skill, yet it made you very vulnerable. 

You regain your voice and shakily respond. “Hm. I’m just.. stressed. Don’t worry, it's a usual thing. Don’t worry yourself about it. Can’t have your pretty little head anxious over me.”

Your flirtatious remarks would’ve gotten to him, had your voice been more steady and confident. 

Kazuha, to your relief, let you drop the topic. Yet you knew he wasn’t going to let you go without talking. 

He pulled out a journal from his bag and laid it on his lap. The journal was colored red with designs that originated from Inazuma. He opened it to the very first page and began to speak. 

“That night before you left the Crux, I wrote in a new journal I had gotten. Remember the shop we visited in Inazuma?”

You hummed, acknowledging the memory. 

“I awoke in the middle of the night and wrote my first entry. It was dedicated to you. Here,” he held the open journal and gestured for you to read it, “you can read it.”

You take the journal from Kazuha’s grasp and sit down in the seat next to his. 

“To My Engineer, 

You’re so far away in the land of dreams, that I’m afraid I cannot reach you even in the night. I had a nightmare, but I don’t want to bother you right now. You have a long day ahead of you.

My Engineer. I hope I get to see you again so that one day I can show you this journal and you can ask me why I called you ‘my engineer’ instead of ‘my dear’.”

You cheekily ask, “Why did you call me your engineer?” 

Kazuha chuckled and gestured for you to read further. 

“Ever since I met you, I was so enthralled with your dreams that I forgot that those dreams aren’t stuck in place. Yet I clung on. 

To the future engineer who sees this. I am so proud of you. Leaving home, knowing it doesn’t call for you, hurts. I am so proud of you. 

I miss you. Yet you lay next to me as of right now, sound asleep. I’ll miss you, so very much, my engineer. Yet I know your dreams will inspire little kids and make Mondstadt proud. That’s what I admire about you. Your dreams don’t stop with you, but grow to communities, and will grow around Teyvat, in time. No matter what anyone says, you deserve to follow your dreams. You shouldn’t have to be stuck in one place. You’ve taught me the same.

This journal is dedicated to you. When you told me to follow my spark, a part of me hoped my spark would lead me to you. 

My engineer, I hope you build your dreams and smile at your designs. I hope I can see you again. 

Your lover, 

K. Kazuha”

Your voice lost all of its stability when you whispered Kazuha’s name. You looked up with teary eyes to see Kazuha staring at the journal with a bittersweet smile. 

“Ever since you told me to never stop writing, and to follow my spark, I thought about Inazuma after so long. For so long, I refused to remember the decline of the clan. But, that night, I thought about the promise between my father and I. I…” 

He fell silent, yet his face remained the same. 

“You’ve shown me, indirectly, how dreams heal the soul. Dreams are such temporary illusions we indulge ourselves in, but it is also a future promise to ourselves. Humanity cannot stay forever in one place. If a wounded animal wants to escape from a trap, it has to sacrifice the hind leg that was caught. Staying in the trap has far more deadly consequences.”

You held Kazuha’s hand and slid your thumb over his skin. Kazuha finally looked at you and closed his eyes; letting the touch of your skin ground him to Teyvat. 

After a little while of shared silence, you let go of his hand and wiped your tears. You stood up and moved to your bookshelf, taking out the journal with the embroidery on the spine. 

Kazuha raised his eyebrows with curiosity as you sat back down. You laid out the journal in front of him and gave him a teary smile. 

“I wrote a journal dedicated to you too. I don’t think my dreams ever not consisted of you in them.”

He opened the journal to find pages upon pages of messy handwriting in front of him; all consisting of different dates, all to him. 

“I…Even though I couldn’t see you, I still felt your presence with me. So I kept a journal of my own.” 

Kazuha flipped through the journal and saw his name on every page he flipped through. Messy handwriting spelled out his name through times of sadness and times of joy. Your handwriting spelled out his name, Kazuha. Kazuha. Kazuha. Kazuha.

“Kazuha?”

He looked up at you and realized he was crying. 

“I…I don’t know why. I tried to ease my mind by thinking that you would be so caught up in your work. I just…you dedicated this to me…”

You stood from your seat and pulled Kazuha into your arms. He rested his head on your shoulder, and both of your journals laid next to each other. 

All of your problems, the guilt, the shame, it would never go truly away. But knowing Kazuha was here, whether with you or traveling the world, kept you chasing your dreams. You only hoped that he was here to see those dreams become reality. 

The thunderstorm of the night continuously roared throughout the lands, yet for a moment it calmed itself at the two lovers’ embrace, who couldn’t be bothered by the world’s burdens placed upon them. The thunderstorm paused its cries to listen to the quiet declarations between two lovers, before starting back up again and letting its tears merge with the Mondstadt soil. 

mccnstruck. do not plagiarize or repost.

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[jessicaloons]

Chapter 10:

You been stressed out lately. Yeah, me too…

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"Take care, ma belle!" I said and she nodded.

"We will text every day!" she said and I smiled, as best as I could.

"Pinky promise?" I looked her in the eyes.

"Pinky promise!" she blushed a little.

After one last kiss on her forehead she walked to the car and got in, then opened the window.

"Good luck in Portimaõ, Charlie bear!" she said with that beautiful smile that made my knees go weak. JK started the car and they drove off. I walked on the streets, watching as the car turned left. And she was gone. I don’t know how long I stood there, as someone said my name.

"Charles? What are you doing in the middle of the road?" Joris asked and I turned around "Get off there, mate!"

"I was saying goodbye to Lizzie." I swallowed hard and walked back to my house, Joris following me.

"Oh… I see. It’s good for her, I guess? She wasn’t having it the easiest here, right?" he said and I looked at him a little confused.

"What do you mean?" I asked and he just shrugged his shoulders as we stepped into the elevator.

"Well, it was loud, busy, she couldn’t catch a break outside." he said hastily and I eyed his expression. In the last months I had more than once the feeling that Joris wasn’t completely honest with me, that he was hiding something. And not just him, also Riccardo, Marta and even Arthur. But I couldn’t grasp what.

"You sure that’s it?" I asked again and Joris closed his eyes for a moment "Joris?"

"There’s a video. From you and Lizzie. On your boat… when Lizzie had a little problem with… you know…" he began and my eyes widened. I knew exactly what he meant "Yeah, well anyways, someone filmed it and put it on Instagram… she saw it…"

"When was this? And why haven’t you told me that?" I was mad.

"On Friday, that’s why she asked us to not talk about it. She didn’t want to ruin your birthday…" he said and I scoffed. That’s so typical for her.

"That’s why she was coming back from the toilet looking like she cried? Not because it was all too much? It was because of that video!" I said and Joris nodded "Great. And no one told me. Were there some more posts like that over the last months?"

"Umm… yeah. A few more…" Joris admitted and I stormed out of the elevator as soon as the doors opened. As Joris walked in and closed the door I was already sitting on the sofa, looking through Instagram.

"Show me, the accounts, the videos, everything…" I insisted and he shook his head "Joris! Show me!"

"Charles, it won’t help Lizzie at all if you see them, there were really mean ones and she was relieved that you didn’t know about them. So please, don’t look at them now!" Joris pleaded and I looked for it myself, searched for Lizzie’s name as a hashtag, but after a couple of minutes I put my phone down. They were putting her down, bashing her, it wasn’t just a bunch of sexist comments that she’s overrated and compared to "real" drivers she wouldn’t stand a chance, no, there were fan accounts taking everything she was doing apart, the way she dressed, the jokes she made, the way she behaved, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Other’s were comparing her with Camille and how much prettier and well fitting Camille was for me. Which was ridiculous, Camille was pretty, no doubt, but Lizzie’s beautiful, natural, simply gorgeous. And in what way did Lizzie behave wrong? I read through some comments and they were all just nasty.

"So this has been going on for the last year?" I said after I had composed myself.

"Yeah… once I found out about it I confronted her, but you know her! She was playing it down, saying she didn’t care about it. She just wanted me to not tell you about it, because it was a little embarrassing, her words not mine, and she didn’t want you to see that…" Joris sighed.

"This stops now. I will post something." I said and picked up my phone again.

"Charles, don’t do that! These haters will blow up her phone as soon as whatever you’re planning to do is out… she’s away from it all now, she can heal! So let her do that in peace!" he pleaded and I looked at him for a while.

"I hate it when you’re right…" I mumbled and leaned back "She will be okay, right? Lizzie? She will get over all of this bs and… she’ll be the old Lizzie again?” My old Lizzie.

"I think so…" Joris answered and plopped down next to me "It’s going to be good for her, focusing on herself without… without any other thoughts."

"Yeah, she needs that now." I said and nodded. I wanted nothing more than for her to recover, not just physically, but also mentally, because as it seemed there was a lot of damage as well. I was mad at her for not telling me. But on the other hand, it was typical for her, always putting anyone else first before thinking about herself. She was the most selfless person I’ve ever known and most of the time she was this selfless because of me. That’s why it hurt even more reading her post in the evening. I knew that she was playing it down how she felt, but I didn’t know that it was this bad. How couldn’t I see it? How couldn’t I see how bad the last weeks, no the last year, was for her mental health? Maybe I should’ve focused more on her…

"So, have you thought about it?" Camille asked and I looked up at her confused "Us, moving in together?"

"Umm… well, no, not really. Sorry, there’s just so much going on right now, you know? Lizzie, the race tomorrow, the media, I just… I just hadn’t had the time to do so!" I said and Camille rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, we’ll you should focus on the race tomorrow, that’s the only important thing right now…" she sounded mad, I nodded absently and she sighed and got up "I’ll take a shower, you’re coming with me? Charles?"

"Huh? Oh, no, no I gotta go and see Andrea…" I lied and scrambled up.

"Why?" Camille asked.

"I feel a little tense in my shoulder blades, I want him to take a look…" I grabbed my phone and key card "Don’t wait up…" I left the room and leaned against the wall. Why couldn’t she stop talking about moving in together? We’re not even dating for a year!

I pushed the button for the elevator and as the door opened I stepped in without looking.

"Charles? Are you okay?" I looked up at Sebastian "You’re a little pale?"

"Umm… yeah, I just- I just… I don’t even know what to say." I mumbled and leaned against the elevator.

"Where were you going?" he asked me and I shrugged my shoulders "Alright, then I guess you’re coming with me."

The elevator doors opened and we were one floor above mine. I followed Seb and as he opened up the door to his hotel room he gesticulated for me to walk in first.

"Look, Daddy is back!" I heard Hanna say in German as Seb closed the door behind me.

Emilie and Matilda ran up to us but stopped abruptly.

"Girls, say hi to Charles!" Seb said and they smiled at me, both a little shy "Oh come on, you’ve seen him before!" he picked up Matilda and walked further into the room, signaling me to follow him. As we entered the lounge area of his suite Hanna got up from the sofa, carrying little Philipp, and gave me a little side hug.

"Hi Charles, what a pleasant surprise!" she smiled at me and sat back down "Come on, sit down!"

"I don’t want to interrupt or anything!" I said, now I was the one being a little shy.

"Oh no, you’re not interrupting! We’re just watching a movie before the kids go to bed." Hanna said and the girls started to protest.

"Nooo! Can’t we watch another movie?"

"Pleeeeeaaaaseeee!"

"No, we said one movie! And I even got you ice cream!" Seb said and gave the girls each a bowl of ice cream who sat down on the floor at the coffee table, then he sat one bowl down in front of me and Hanna and took the sleeping boy out of his mums arms "I won’t tell anyone, I promise." he winked at me and I laughed.

"Thanks!" I chuckled and took the bowl "So, what are we watching?" I looked at the girls and Matilda looked up.

"Frozen! Do you know it?" she asked me excitedly and I nodded "We just started, so you didn’t miss anything!"

"That’s good! I don’t want to miss all the good parts!" I said and she laughed, then she pressed play.

After a while Emilie got up and plopped down in between her parents and Matilda looked up at the slightly full sofa, she then looked at me and decided to scooch in next to me in the big armchair I occupied. Seb looked over and smiled at me as I was adjusting my arm so the little girl was leaning comfortably on me.

As the end credits rolled, I looked down and Matilda yawned and slowly sat up.

"You’re a nice pillow!" she chuckled a little and I laughed.

"Thank you! I think that is the best compliment I’ve ever got!" I said and she smiled.

"Alright girls, come on, time for bed!" Hanna got up and extended her hands for the girls to take "Say good night to Daddy and Charles. Come on now!" Both girls hugged Seb carefully who gave both his daughters a kiss on the cheek, then Emilie walked up to me.

"Good night, Charles." she whispered, still a little shy.

"Good night, Emilie." I smiled at her and she grabbed her mum's hand.

"Good night, Charlie!" Matilda hugged me and then walked to her mum as well.

"Good night, Matilda!" I laughed and watched them disappear into the attached bedroom.

"I think Emilie has a little crush on you!" Seb chuckled and I blushed a little "She talks a lot about you, when you’re not around, of course." he looked at me for a moment "So, why were you wandering around, looking like you’ve seen a ghost? Not knowing where to go?"

"I needed a bit of time away from… from my girlfriend…" I confessed quietly and he just nodded.

"I get that, sometimes I need a little breather as well, I mean especially now with the kids." he said and I looked up "Yeah, it gets kinda loud at times. I mean, I can’t always bribe them with ice cream and Disney movies."

"Probably not, no!" I laughed.

"So, I need a breather because I have now 3 little monsters running around, you need a breather because of your girlfriend…?" he looked at me and I sighed.

"She’s just a little clingy at the moment and wants us to move in together… but I…" I exhaled deeply, contemplating my next words.

"But you’re in love with Lizzie and you don’t know what to do?" I looked at him with wide eyes "Oh come on, Charles. The way you look at her? Talk about her? The way your face lights up whenever someone else talks about her? How you smile when you’re texting with her? I think the only person on this planet who doesn’t know about your feelings for her is Lizzie herself! And that’s because she’s just as oblivious as you!"

"Is it really that obvious?" I asked and Seb laughed.

"Well kinda. But I’m glad that you at least don’t deny it." he answered and I laughed now.

"I tried to, for years. But no, not anymore…" I said and Seb nodded.

"That’s good, but, with all due respect, why are you dating Camille then? I mean I only talked once with her and she seemed to be nice, but still?" Seb asked and I swallowed hard.

"Lizzie and I are… she’s- umm she’s the most important person for me, she was always by my side and just the sheer thought of losing her? Because she doesn’t feel the same? Or even if she feels the same, it’s not working out somehow? I think, no I know, that I couldn’t survive it!" I explained and Seb looked at me for a while.

"I think it’s clear as day that she loves you as well. But maybe she has the same fears? So I think you should just tell her. And break up with that girlfriend of yours that you’re clearly not loving. It’s not fair to her and for yourself." he said and I nodded slowly.

"Maybe, but for now Lizzie has to focus on herself. She needs to focus on her recovery. I promised her I would do anything to help her get into F1. So she needs to be ready when I finally and miraculously keep that promise." I said determined and Seb nodded.

"Yeah, about that… you don’t know about it from me… but back when I was driving for BMW Sauber, one of the managing engineers there was Felix Bayer. He’s heavily involved in the upcoming Audi F1 team… we stayed in touch over the years. And it looks like we might see them way earlier on the grid than we all thought." Seb was smirking a little.

"Do you think they would consider Lizzie?" I asked excitedly and Seb nodded slowly.

"They want a young driver and an experienced one. And they want one German driver. Do you still have all of your old videos from karting? Perfect. Maybe someone should edit a little application video for Lizzie, highlighting her abilities and strengths. And then maybe someone should send it to Felix…" Seb raised his eyebrows.

"Maybe someone should do that!" I answered.

"She’s already on their radar, but you know, a little advertising never killed anybody." he chuckled.

"She is?" I asked.

"Since last season… but they’re a little worried about her recovery though… I said to Felix that if anyone can do it, then it’s Lizzie." Seb stated and I nodded.

"That is true." I smiled, thinking about our dream of both driving in F1 might be coming true. Finally. "Alright. I leave you to it." I said and got up, as Seb wanted to get up as well I just shook my head "No, stay. He looks so relaxed. Don’t wake him. I’ll find my way out alone." he nodded and leaned back down.

"Good night, Charles. Rest up well for tomorrow!" he said and smiled at me.

"Good night, Seb! You too!" I walked to the door but stopped and turned around "And Seb? Thank you! For everything! I will miss you next season. A lot."

"I’m still on the grid, kiddo, you can always come to me, no matter what!" he said and I smiled.

"Thank you." I left.

P4. Not the worst result. But still no win. Not even a podium. Camille left already and I was sitting in my drivers room. Calming myself down a little. The media was asking me only about Carlos today, how I felt with him being so good as he’s going to be my new team mate. The internet made it only worse. All the comments about how he will dominate me next season, how he will be the clear number 1 driver. That all was still in my head as Lizzie called and I tried my best to hide it from her, I failed, as always. She just knew me too well.

"You shouldn’t look so relieved when your girlfriend tells you she won’t come to the race track because she’s sick?" Andrea said as I hung up with Camille.

"I’m not! It’s just, it’s better like this for her if she’s sick! I don’t want her to come if she’s not feeling well!" I said and Andrea just shook his head.

"Sure, if you say so." he mumbled and waited for me to get back into position "How is Lizzie doing?"

"She’s good. Being in Switzerland seems to really help her…" I answered and he smiled.

"She’s one of the strongest people out there, that’s why you and her are this close!"

"Because she’s so strong?"

"No, because you’re both strong. But I know that she helped you through a lot and I think you and her are good for each other. It’s like you’re soulmates, so yeah…"

"I get it."

"Let’s get you into your car."

I closed my eyes for a moment and focused on the silence as someone tapped on my shoulder.

"Seb?" I was confused.

"Look over in the box!" he said and I turned my head.

Lizzie. Smiling and waving at me. Here in Monza to support me. I smiled and closed the visor.

The whole race I thought about her, how I wanted nothing more than to make her proud so when I jumped out the car after finishing on the podium, I walked over to my team as I saw her standing a bit away from them. I ran up to her, picked her up, hugged her tight to me and twirled her around. She was here because of me. Interrupting her recovery for me. Why was she so perfect.l?

Lizzie and I talked the entire ride back into the alps, JK in the car in front of us stopped in front of a cozy looking house. And I parked next to his car. Lizzie, almost half asleep, got out of the car, stretching a little. She grabbed my hand and pulled me with her.

"Come on, we’re just in time to see the sunrise!" she said and we sat down on the porch. Her head on my shoulder. After a while I heard her breathing even out and realised she fell asleep. I gently picked her up and JK showed me the way to her room where I laid her down, took her shoes and jacket off and tucked her in. I gave her a kiss on the forehead and left her room.

"How is she doing?" I asked JK as I sat down on the sofa and he closed his book.

"She’s doing good, she’s headstrong, that’s good, she really powers through the recovery… at least the physical one." he said and sat up "There is a lot of trauma hidden behind her smile, a lot of anxiety, fear. I need to figure out how I can get that out of her."

"She’s not opening up? I thought you guys were really close?" I asked him and he chuckled.

"We are close, I have to admit, with none of my other patients before I bonded this fast. And she confides in me with a lot of things… but there are things she’s keeping to herself, issues we need to tackle otherwise we won’t progress." he answered.

"How can I help? You want me to try and talk to her?" I offered and JK sighed.

"There is something you can do, please listen to me, you won’t like what I’m about to say, but bear with me, okay? You and Lizzie share more than just a normal bond, it’s more than friendship. Your emotions are almost tied to one another as it seems. In the week after your race in Portimaõ? She was demotivated, in a foul mood, always thinking about you, how you sounded in this message, or on this call… she’s focusing too much on you instead of herself. And that is at her given state suboptimal. And it’s also not really healthy for you, thinking constantly about her recovery instead of focusing on your races!" he explained and I waited for him to continue "What I’m saying is, you both need to focus on yourself. And I think in order to do that, we should restrict your contact, don’t give me that look, please wait, tell her the things she needs to know. I’m back in Maranello, back home, I’m in Turkey now. That’s it. Whatever she’s texting you, don’t reply. No matter how many times she’s calling you. Don’t answer your phone. I know it sounds hard, believe me it will be hard for her when the one person she always confides in, the one person who is the most important one, cuts her out like that. And that’s what I need. l need her to break. As soon as she lets all the negativity and thoughts that consume her right now go, I will be able to help her mentally as well. But she has to open up. And she’s not doing it on her own, so I have to push her. And this is the fastest way."

"You want me to ghost her? To cut her out completely? She will not just break, JK! She will be devastated! She will hate me! I can’t do that to her! I can’t hurt her like that!" I was shocked by what he asked me to do.

"She won’t hate you! As soon as she’s accepting that we need to do more for her mental health and we’re making progress in this direction, I will tell her the truth! She will be mad, definitely, but she loves you, Charles. She could never hate you! Think about it!" JK got up and left me alone with my thoughts.

Was he right? Was this the way to help her? By breaking her heart? By ghosting her? It will kill me to not be able to talk to her, but this isn’t about me, it’s about Lizzie. And if JK thinks this is the way to help her, then I would do it. I would do everything for her, just how she would do everything for me.

After we took a long walk, we picked up some groceries from a little store in the village and some kids recognised us, it was sweet that they also knew Lizzie and showed her nothing but love, after the comments in the media over the last months this must’ve been a good feeling for her and I was more than happy to take pictures with her and the kids.

"They loved you, ma belle!" I smiled at her as we walked back to the house and saw how her cheeks were turning slightly pink.

"I think they were more interested in you, but they were sweet anyways!" she said and I pulled her into my side.

"They asked you first if you are who they think you are! So I’d say they were quite happy meeting you!" I said and Lizzie just laughed a little.

"Whatever!" she mumbled and the rest of the way we were walking in silence.

JK left me and Lizzie in charge of the toppings and took care of the fire and the dough and after some time geh air was filled with the smell of fire, dough and fresh tomatoes. I didn’t know if it was the pizza itself, the fresh mountain air or Lizzie’s presence, but the pizza tasted better than any pizza I had before. According to Lizzie she felt the same, although she wasn’t showing her appreciation by eating the pizza. I’ve seen in the last weeks that she was eating not much, or sometimes even nothing, but she always said it’s because of the medication she was taking. As JK left, he signaled her to eat more and she just sighed, grabbing another slice although not eating it. Her answer to my question was almost the same as always before, not really hungry, the medications, always full because of JKs superfoods. I knew she was only trying to change the topic when she joked about pineapple on her pizza, but I jumped right in there, asking her if there was something wrong with her brain. The second the words had left my mouth, I regretted them, I apologised, but she wouldn’t let me, saying it was okay, which it wasn’t. How could I say something like this? How stupid was I? After that video? I must’ve hurt her but she hid it, like she always did.

But this time it was different. Usually she would make a bad joke and laugh it off. This time she shushed me with a finger on my lips, looking me deep in the eyes.

"Shhh… stop, please! Stop apologising. It’s fine. I’m fine. Okay?" I nodded slowly, mesmerised by her natural beauty, her eyes sparkling, left index finger still on my lips, right hand on my cheek. So close I could see the grey swirls in her stormy blue eyes. I put one hand on her hip, the other covering hers on my cheek. I closed my eyes, swallowing hard. Every fibre in my body aching for her, screaming at me to finally kiss her, to finally make her mine. I opened my eyes and leaned in closer.

"Good night guys." JK’s voice made us both flinch and pull away from each other. I cleared my throat, feeling the heat rising up my chest into my cheeks, I ruffled my hair looking at her.

"It’s getting late? I think I’ll take a long shower and then go to bed!" she said and yawned.

"Yeah, you go showering, I’ll take care of the dishes!" I nodded and grabbed our plates and glasses and then walked away, at the door I turned around "I’ll put your pizza in the fridge!" I watched her get up and walk inside. My heart was racing. I almost kissed her. And it felt right. Every second of it felt right. My body was craving her. My mind was craving her. It felt so fucking right. But it wasn’t. I wasn’t right. She wouldn’t be so shocked and awkward if it felt right for her as well. I sighed and washed the dishes. I put some cling film over Lizzie’s pizza and put it in the fridge. I leaned against the counter and took a deep breath. Something like this couldn’t happen again. I stood there for another minute as my phone vibrated. Camille. She was the last person I wanted to talk to right now. What I was doing to her wasn’t fair. I should at least try and give her all my love and dedication, like she did to me. But I just couldn’t. It wasn’t her face I wanted to see, waking up in the morning. It wasn’t her I was thinking of before I fell asleep at night. And it certainly wasn’t her I wanted to kiss after a good race. But she was happy. Hurting her just because I am an idiot? That didn’t feel right. But the plan I had, falling in love with her over the course of the last months, forgetting the feelings for Lizzie, didn’t work. Not even in the slightest, a couple of minutes ago clearly showed that. But what else could I do? At least having Camille as girlfriend stopped all of social media to paint me and Lizzie as the perfect couple. Lovers. The questions about us stopped almost completely. That was good. Lizzie thought I was in love with Camille, so she wouldn’t get suspicious, that was good as well. And Camille was happy. She loved the attention she was getting, loved that some brands reached out to her, gifting her designer clothes, jewelry, hand bags. Getting a big Instagram following. At least she got something positive, if I couldn’t love her the way she deserved it. Maybe JK was right. I had to detach myself from Lizzie for some time, not just for her sake, also for mine. My phone vibrated again, this time it was a message from Seb, checking in on how we were doing. I replied to him that we’re alright and walked back into my room. I hoped that tomorrow, Lizzie and I wouldn’t think about what almost happened between us.

"That lake was freezing!" I said as we walked back up to the house and Lizzie next to me only chuckled. What happened last night thankfully didn’t make things awkward.

"You get used to it after some time!" she said and as she took her next step she slipped slightly but before I could react JK held her to his side and she smiled at him "Thanks." she laughed as JK only smiled back and held her close to his side the whole way back.

"Hot shower and then some tea and lunch, I have a new flavour." JK said and Lizzie looked up at him.

"Please no more ginger!" she almost pleaded and JK only laughed.

"Oh come on! It’s healthy!" he laughed and Lizzie just groaned as we stepped on the porch and JK took our wet towels and hung them over the banister and Lizzie and I took off our shoes.

"Oh wait, here you go, princess." JK pulled down her zipper as he walked past her as if it’s the most normal thing to do, it almost seemed natural how he did it. And did he call her princess? I’ve seen that they’ve become really close, but what was going on here? It’s highly unprofessional to flirt with your patient or your therapist. Was it just flirting?

"Charles? You good there bruh?" JK asked and I realised that Lizzie was gone as I looked around "She’s under the shower. Come on, let's get ready for lunch." and with that he walked inside.

Was there something going on between them? And for how long now? I walked in and went to my room as I noticed the door to Lizzie’s room was open, just a crack. I walked past it as I heard JKs voice and I stopped dead in my tracks. I couldn’t help but to spare a glance inside, just to see Lizzie, only with a towel covering her front, standing in front of JK, back turned to him and he was gently stroking her back. I swallowed hard and quietly left. Back in my room I went straight into the shower, getting rid of the wetsuit and standing under the hot water stream. It only made sense that they would start to feel more than just a normal patient/therapist bond. They lived together in this truly romantic place with no TV, bad wifi and almost no service. They only had each other. I wanted Lizzie to be happy, that it was with her therapist, well I guess at least he’s a decent guy. I turned off the water and got out. Dressing up and then checking my phone, 7 missed calls from Camille. I sighed. Lizzie is happy. JK‘s a great guy. I had a girlfriend. It all was good. One last moment to relinquish in the silence and then I called Camille. Feeling absolutely nothing but jealousy.

Leaving her didn’t feel right. Leaving her knowing I wouldn’t be able to call and text her felt worse. The whole drive back to Maranello I thought about Lizzie and JK, I even asked myself if he only wanted me to stop contacting her because he felt threatened by me? Ridiculous. No. I had to trust him on this one. He will focus on Lizzie. I will focus on myself. That was all I could do for now.

Reading all her messages was truly heartbreaking and I hated myself whenever I just swiped them away. Ignoring her calls when I knew that she was probably almost in tears because I didn’t pick up after her sadder getting messages. But I promised JK I wouldn’t contact her, only giving her a head up whenever I traveled somewhere. I was fully focused on my races now. Ignoring Camille mostly, trying to get as much distance between us as possible. I had to figure out how I could break up with her, without breaking her heart. I dreaded it. I tried to keep myself busy, stayed in Maranello and tried to talk to her as little as possible. I was shocked when she stood in front of me in Turkey after the race, hugging me, taking my hand in hers and walking with me back into the Ferrari hospitality.

"I missed you, so I thought, I’d surprise you!" she almost yelled and I forced myself to smile at her.

The next week I spent in Maranello, before I returned home for the weekend to prepare for the last stint of the season. Camille would be gone for the next 3 weeks, a girls trip with her best friends to Mexico and I was more than happy about it. At least like this I didn’t have to feel guilty all the time for not breaking up with her already.

I was just boarding my plane to Bahrain, as my phone buzzed. Lizzie. I wanted to swipe the message away, as I saw the first words of the message: JK told me. I’m not mad… I swallowed and opened the message as soon as I sat down. JK told her everything. She wasn’t mad, she understood, but she was still hurt, especially that it seemed to be so easy for me to cut her out like this. I immediately sent her an answer that it wasn’t easy at all, that it broke my heart reading her desperate messages and not being able to respond. I told her how sorry I was but I just wanted to help her and JK said this was the right way. Before I could wait for an answer I had to switch off my phone. As soon as I landed and switched it on I checked my messages. Nothing. Now she was the one ghosting me.

"What do you mean, you’re not coming home after the last race?" Camille sounded annoyed.

"I’ll have to stay for some tests for the new season, also some tyre tests…" I began but Camille just scoffed.

"Okay, that doesn’t explain why you’re not here until one day before New Year’s Eve?" her voice sounded harsh.

"Camille, I’ll stay here until the 17th, then I fly to Maranello for some simulator work and then I’m celebrating Christmas with my family…" and she interrupted me again.

"And why can’t I celebrate with your family as well? I’m your girlfriend? Why can’t I come wherever you’re celebrating?" she almost shouted.

"Because I can’t invite you to someone else’s home! It’s just a small gathering. We’re not renting out a huge house somewhere! We’re staying at someone’s home." I tried to explain.

"Someone’s home? You’re kidding me, right? You’re fucking kidding me! You go to Lizzie! You’re celebrating our first Christmas together with Lizzie instead of me!" now she was really furious "I can’t believe you! I’m your girlfriend! If you don’t want to stay here and celebrate at home, you should at least invite me! But no! Not when you’re going to Saint Lizzie! I was by your side and supported you last year! Not her! But fine! Celebrate with your holy Lizzie!" and then she hung up. Problem solved. For now.

The last race was done, P13, the tests were done. Tyre tests as well. I made my way to Maranello for some final simulator tests before I would head to Ludwigsburg on Sunday. I was coming back from a break as I heard two Ferrari employees speak about Lizzie being removed from the FDA. I was confused, I knocked on Mattia’s office but he wasn’t inside. One of his assistants told me he was in one of the conference rooms with some Ferrari officials. I thanked her and walked to the conference rooms and glanced through the glass door. Mattia, Massimo Rivola and some officials whose names I didn’t know sat there, discussing something. I knocked and Mattia looked up. He nodded and I stepped in.

"Charles, how can I help you?" he asked and I looked between him and Massimo.

"Is it true?" I asked and Mattia and Massimo exchanged some very guilty looks "You’re kicking Lizzie out of the FDA?"

"Charles, listen, it’s not that easy…" began Massimo but I interrupted him.

"What did she do wrong?" I asked.

"She didn’t do anything wrong, Charles. It’s just that we have only a limited number of spots within the FDA and it’s unfair for the other talented drivers if a spot is taken up by someone who isn’t driving anymore!" Massimo explained.

"But when she comes back and starts driving again? Who will support her then?"

"You mean if she’s driving again?"

"No, when! She’s working so hard on it! She will return and then she will need support and help to get back in! No one will let her drive for them if you drop her!" I had to refrain myself from yelling.

"Charles, we know this means a lot to you. But at the moment, this can’t be our concern anymore." Massimo sighed.

"Can’t be your concern anymore? She almost died! She didn’t do anything wrong! She won 2 championships under your wing! She always highlighted how great you are and how loved and supported she felt! But you just… you just drop her like she’s worth nothing!" I was furious but also desperate, they couldn’t do this to Lizzie.

"We’re sorry, Charles. But the decision is made. The statement will be released in the next hour." Massimo said, his words final.

"Who told her about it?" I asked after a moment.

No answer, only more guilty looks.

"You didn’t even tell her? There will be a statement out and she knows nothing? What the fuck?!" this time I shouted at him and Mattia got up.

"Charles, you're upset, I understand you. We all love Lizzie! But this is business. We have to do what’s best for Ferrari. Please understand. Go now, go home and have a nice winter break. No, Charles. This decision is final." Mattia tried to calm me down.

"Don’t release the statement. Not yet. I’ll see her tomorrow. Let me tell her before she has to find it out through a statement." I pleaded.

"We have an email ready that we wanted to send out before the statement will be released…" Massimo said and I nodded.

"Send it tomorrow in the afternoon, I’ll talk to her before then…" I said and Massimo and Mattia nodded "Merry Christmas." I left the room and walked straight out of the factory. I took a deep breath and got in the car. I decided to leave immediately. The faster I’m leaving, the faster I‘ll be there.

Ludwigsburg. The first time after we left for Monaco she would be home again. The first time in months I would see her family again. And the first time I would see Lizzie again, after our almost kiss. I was nervous. How do you tell your best friend, that you just ghosted for weeks, that she got kicked out of the FDA, because they couldn’t keep her in, occupying a spot without driving for them.

Merry fucking Christmas.

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Idk where this came from lol. Late birthday Max post I guess? not edited sorry

Part 1 | Part 5

Part 6

Max hung up the phone with a large grin. He'd just spent the last hour chatting to his mother and sister after they called to wish him a happy birthday. At least they weren’t too sad of the last minute change of plans. Walking out of his sim room, he stilled at the empty living room. 

He expected to see Daniel curled in the couch with the cats as that seemed to be his regular state of being. Instead, he could see Jimmy standing on the top of their cat tree, watching something.

Walking around the corner, Max froze. Daniel was hurrying around the kitchen, muttering under his breath and counting on his fingers. Sassy watched him from atop the cupboards. Daniel was, well it looked like he was trying to cook or bake. Max wasn’t too sure. There was flour everywhere, coating the countertop and Daniel in a white dusting.

“Oh no.” Daniel muttered sadly, and then sniffed. And alarm bells went off in Max’s head. Daniel was sad, but why?

Rushing into the kitchen, Max gently pried the glass bowl out of Daniel’s shaking hands. Steadily, Max looked him over– checking to make sure he was alright.

“Max!” Daniel was surprised, he hastily wiped at his eyes with his sleeve. Somehow managing it even though Max held his hands.

“Daniel– is everything alright? Are you ok?” Max’s brow creased in concern.

“I–” Daniel cut himself off and looked away. He looked miserable. Max noted worriedly that a petal fell off of the rose.

“Daniel, please tell me what’s wrong. Are you hurt?” Max asked a little more frantically. Daniel was worrying him.

Daniel looked up with watery brown eyes, Max’s chest clenched, he never wanted to see such an expression on his face ever again. He would do anything to make it go away.

“It's your birthday.” Daniel whispered sadly. And Max froze, oh.

“Yes, its my birthday. Does that make you sad?” Max asked quietly.

“You had to change your plans because I’m here. You can’t see your Mama.” Daniel bit his lip, “I ruined your birthday. And I can’t even bake you like a cake. Mama taught me a recipe but I can’t remember it. I’m so silly.” Daniel sniffed pathetically and Max’s eyes widened. Oh

Daniel must have heard his phone call, but they were speaking Dutch. Does Daniel know Dutch?

Deciding not to worry about that, Max cupped Daniel’s flour smeared face. He swiped at the wetness below Daniel’s eye, he should never cry– it didn’t suit him at all.

“Daniel, no. You didn’t ruin anything. I’m happy you’re here.” He soothed, or at least tried to. “You can ask Sassy or Jimmy, they wouldn’t lie, right?” Max looked at his cats as if waiting for them to back him up.

Daniel nodded slightly, “cats never lie.” He sniffed. “But Max its your birthday.” He whispered, still waiting for something to happen apparently.

“It's my birthday and I’m happy you’re here, Daniel. My mother and Vic can come over this week and we can celebrate ok? I promise.” He held up his pinky between them, watching as Daniel’s eyes widened and he scrutinized Max’s face for lies.

With a sniff, Daniel hooked their pinkies together.

“Great! Now let's clean this up and we can order some cake and ice cream. Is that ok?” Max asked lightly, looking around to see what wasn’t covered by flour. He was taken aback when Daniel flung his arms around his neck, pressing his face into Max’s shoulder in a hug.

“I’m happy I’m here too Max. Happy Birthday.” Daniel whispered. Max could only wrap his arms around Daniel in return, even as his heart fluttered in his chest.

Part 7

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A Discussion on Pinky's Sexuality/Gender (Day 3 of Pinky Week)

(Quick Note: Ahhh! Sorry about the delay on this! It's just that I've had a lot on my plate and with that new Pinky and The Brain trailer thing, I've been kind of stressed out. This is mostly because I've been trying to lower my expectations as far as they will go so I won't be disappointed or I'll be blown away. I just don't know what to think. Also, burnout is real. I'm making it all up this week, I promise!)

(Another note: I didn't expect this post to be delayed so much! Oh god! Anyways, the next few days will be a makeup week where I finally finish Pinky Week and get prepared for Brain Week coming up. This was supposed to come out last Wednesday, but I had absolutely no time! Also, I had to do a LOT of re-watching clips and research for this! Way more than I had thought. Sorry!!!)

Hi everyone and welcome to the third day of Pinky Week! For those who are just joining me, here's the gist of what's going on. Since there's going to be a new set of Pinky and The Brain shorts on Friday and Pinky's narfday was last Saturday, I decided to dedicate an entire week to talking about Pinky. Every day, I'll be making a new post about a different aspect of him, discussing things such as his character. I've already made a happy birthday and a more personal story about Pinky so go check those out. Ok, so let's begin today's discussion.

3/22/23 Discussing Pinky's Sexuality/Gender- Listen, most of this will just serve as possible headcanons/theories on events. I personally think that Pinky is pansexual and genderfluid; obviously not everyone will agree with me. This post is just a celebration on the things that I have noticed during the course of the reboot and spin-off series. I'll be tracing his evolution from loyal assistant to best friend to possible love interest for Brain. I will also be talking about how his gender identity transitioned from an interesting little joke to a realistic and admirable portrayal of a character who's not afraid to be himself. I am trying to cover as much ground as possible so let's give it a shot.

Pinky's Sexuality: Pansexual

What Does Being Pansexual Mean?: Pansexual can be defined as a romantic attraction to male, female, and nonbinary people; so basically, you like everyone. While seemingly not as common as being gay or bisexual, pansexual characters have been getting the respect and love they deserve.

Why Does Pinky Embody Pansexuality?: Pinky being pansexual has been tossed around as a kind of fan theory for a few years. Some people think that he's bisexual (like Brain) and some think he's just straight up gay (read below section for further information). However, I fall under the group that says he's pansexual because it fits his character the best. Pinky is the kind of mouse who would love just about everyone, no matter their gender or species. His kindness for anyone knows no bounds and though his heart gets constantly broken, he always gets back up again. Pinky is always determined to support Brain in everything he does, no matter how upset his friend makes him. His unbridled affection for Brain is honestly a pretty big giveaway to Pinky not being straight in the slightest.

Could Pinky be Just Gay?: This really depends on the person you ask. If you were a new fan of the series, only starting to watch during season 3 of the reboot, then yeah. Pinky is basically gay in those final ten episodes with him never mentioning a female love interest for the first time (I think) ever. It's insane. Also, he hints at his attraction to Brain in several ways such as dressing up alongside him in feminine clothing (he didn't have to do that) and even holding his hand tightly (much to Brain's surprise). He also does that little hand gesture at least five or six times and showcases his more extravagant personality. So, my conclusion is that if you were to only watch season 3 of the reboot then Pinky is nearly 100% gay. However, when you watch the rest of the franchise, this changes his sexuality to pansexual since he has a few female attractions earlier on.

Setting Things Up (Animaniacs 1993): Below is the first time Pinky gives Brain a compliment. It's from their debut episode "Win Big."

The first "gay stare" from the entire franchise in the episode "Where Rodents Dare."

Although we don't get too many Brinky moments from the earliest era of the mice's existence, we do get to see that even from the beginning, Pinky really cared for Brain in many ways. He gives his friend compliments, admires his work, and even tries his best to follow his plans, (though Pinky can get distracted easily). In "Win Big" Pinky gives a seemingly content reaction when Brain pulls him by the tail. "Where Rodents Dare" gives us the first official gay stare in the series, done by Pinky after Brain talks to him about the plan. Pinky is often seen acting in a very positive way around Brain, no matter what his friend says. While this was the point in the series where the two's relationship could only be seen as a partnership/acquaintanceship, Pinky still seems to call Brain his friends without hassle. Brain seems more reserved here and is often more brash when it comes to Pinky and his behavior.

Pinky Gets Flirty (Pinky and The Brain): Below is a screenshot from the infamous "colleague" line from episode "That Smarts"

Pinky doesn't know what to say to Brain on their "dinner date" in segment "Brain's Night Off."

This well-known frame from segment "Beach Blanket Brain" (which coincidently is paired with the previously mentioned segment).

A flirtatious line from "Brain Noir."

Pinky consoles a distraught Brain in episode "You'll Never Eat Food Pellets in This Town Again."

Pinky playing around with Brain from "Pinky's Plan."

Pinky in his adorable sweater from "Megalomaniacs Anonymous."

Pinky trying to save Brain from an avalanche in (one of my favorite episodes) "This Old Mouse."

Things began to escalate quickly after the mice got their own spin-off show. Pinky's more flirty tendencies and his relationship with Brain began to grow stronger and stronger. He showcases his feelings more often here as well. For example: when Brain calls Pinky his colleague, Pinky gets all giddy and he swoons a little. When Brain compliments Pinky after his mindless TV watching proves beneficial to the plan, Pinky tells Brain to stop it as Brain's making him feel all gooshy. This moment is complete with Pinky looking flustered and there's even a music swell to compliment the entire ordeal. Pinky is shown on multiple occasions to take great pleasure in flirting or teasing Brain, giggling often. His loyalty to his friend is also shown in excess. When Pinky sees that Brain is going to perish after an avalanche in episode "This Old Mouse", he goes all the way up north to find him. Pinky does manage to save Brain, not only proving his dedication to his companion, but convincing Brain that the future can in fact be changed. Pinky even says things like "I can't lose you again" and when Brain tries to get him to leave for his own safety, Pinky repeatedly denies doing so, wanting to save Brain. It's incredibly heart-warming. In episode "Broadway Malady" Pinky sings a song after he and Brain split-apart about how much he misses him (and Brain hears the entire song and begins crying!). Pinky even gets the entire world's supply of important musical critics to watch Brain's show, much to Brain's surprise. Pinky's dedication to Brain is admirable, and the bond the two share is precious in every single way. Pinky is always there to comfort Brain in his darkest hours. He also gives meaningful gifts to his best friend including the globe keychain from the Christmas episode. Even when Snowball tries to convince Pinky to join him, he remains loyal. Despite the many flaws in their relationship, Pinky truly believes that Brain is the most important mouse in his life and he would do anything for him.

Secret Intentions (Pinky, Elmyra, and The Brain): Below is a picture of Pinky staring at Brain from "The Girl with Nothing Extra."

Pinky imagining him and Brain as a married couple! This is from my favorite PEaTB episode "Pinky's Dream House."

Despite being poorly received by fans, Pinky, Elmyra, and The Brain gave us a few new, very obvious signs of Pinky's possible attraction to Brain. Though he has a gained a massive sassitiude, he still maintains most of his core character traits from the spin-off. The most obvious case of a romantic hint was in the segment "Pinky's Dream House." This gives us an extensive view at Pinky's desires, which include being a housewife to Brain and living a perfect life. He even goes on to sing a song about his dream (the song is really good and well written). This is one of the most ambiguously gay moments in the entire franchise; it's actually stunning that they managed to sneak this past network censors. Pinky wants this to happen, and it isn't a version of him that is female. It's just Pinky wanting to be a housewife to Brain in one of the sweetest segments from this mixed bag of a show. Pinky's wish does come true and he does get to live with Brain for a while, but it doesn't last. It's a darn shame too because it seemed like Brain was starting to enjoy this lifestyle as well. Aside from this, there are a few cute gay stares and a compliment or two on occasion. It's really admirable how Pinky's dream of being a housewife was taken very seriously, and that he still cares for Brain's needs no matter what.

A Troubling Conflict (the Brinky vs. Pinky x Phar Fignewton feud): Below is a picture of Pinky and Phar Fignewton (you get the idea of Brinky by this point).

Yeah, this was a thing. Back before the reboot was made and nearly everyone became a Brinky shipper, there was a small conflict within the fandom between two well-regarded ships. Brinky fans were just starting to migrate their way onto various internet platforms and the ship was gaining steam. However, there were a few people who stuck with the canon ship of Pinky x Phar Fignewton instead. Their reasoning was that the two were essentially "soulmates" with their designs being similar and their interactions all the more precious. For those who aren't aware, Phar Fignewton is a character that was introduced in the segment "Jockey for Position." She'd later appear as only a cameo in Pinky and The Brain segments "The Third Mouse" and "A Meticulous Analysis of History." She made her return in the movie Wakko's Wish, where she had a more extensive role as Pinky's love interest (or so we think). After this movie, she never appeared alongside the mice again, fading into the realm of obscure Animaniacs characters. A lot of people really liked this ship though and fanart made its way onto sites like DeviantArt. However, Pinky x Phar Fignewton fans would often denounce Brinky for interfering with their ship and Brinky fans would do the same to them. It was a giant mess. Unfortunately for the fans of the horse-mouse couple, their ship was laid to rest in non-canon during 2020 when the Animaniacs reboot came out, as she only appeared in a brief cameo. Pinky was now more focused on Brain and Brinky shippers rejoiced as the mice came close to being canon. Though many of us out there do ship Brinky, it's important to remember our fallen alternate ship and the cuteness it brought us. Brinky did win in the end, taking a lot of Pinky x Phar Fignewton shippers away from their previous ship and into a larger group of the fandom.

Put to the Side: (Reboot Season 1): Below is Pinky staring at Brain yet again from "Ex-Mousina" (I wanted to put the cute moment from "Future Brain" here but I think it's more suited to Brain rather than Pinky).

This adorable exchange from episode "Babysitter's Flub."

Here we are, the Animanics reboot. This is where Pinky's sexuality stops being questioned and instead becomes somewhat confirmed. Much to the delight of many people, Pinky's interactions with Brain become a lot less platonic as the series goes along; there are also less straight routes to fall down as well. However, things didn't kick into shape until later seasons. Cute Pinky and Brain moments were put to the side in exchange for focusing on re-introducing the mice to a modern audience in season one. There wasn't a complete non-existence as we got a few adorable stares and even a near-kiss (wait until we get to Brain Week to hear about that one!). The mice did have their fair share of gay scenes such as the X and O confusion bit from "Babysitter's Flub" and the ending of "Future Brain" where Pinky saves Brain from falling into a portal. Pinky's loyalty to Brain is stronger than ever, with Brain being the one that has to go through the test in his relationship with Pinky. Sure Pinky feels a twinge of jealousy when Brain essentially abandons him for a robot, but that ends up in complete disaster. While this season did a great job of re-establishing their relationship, Pinky's presence as a character had to be sacrificed. He barely has any major roles in these first segments, almost seeming like a side or background character at times. He still proves to have a close bond with Brain, always listening to his feelings and offering comfort. Luckily, better things were on the horizon.

New Developments: (Reboot Season 2): Below is a picture of an underrated embrace from "Narf Over Troubled Water."

An extremely popular moment from "Happy Narfday."

Pinky caught gay staring YET AGAIN in "Wakkiver Twist." (It never ends!)

Hand holding from episode "Narf Over Troubled Water." (This episode just has too many moments to count!)

This season managed to blow everyone's expectations out of the water. Not only did we get more undeniable moments of Pinky showcasing his possible feelings for Brain, but Brain seemed to recuperate those affections. Pinky was more used here, him having at least four times as many gay moments as he did in the previous season. He often lovingly gazes at Brain, gives him tight embraces, holds his hand, and even mentions attending a traffic light party and wearing yellow, seemingly implying that he doesn't entirely know what their is relationship at this point. The number of moments in season 2 that made people scream in delight are nearly impossible to count. Here are a few notable ones. In "Backwards Pinky", Pinky often makes vaguely flirtatious comments about Brain, to which Brain responds in annoyance. In "The Flawed Couple", Pinky is seen in the first pilot playing a housewife to Brain in a similar situation to "Pinky's Dream House." Pinky's loyalty to Brain comes full circle in "Run Pinky Run" where he would do anything to save his best friend. "Happy Narfday" probably has some of the most obvious interactions including Pinky calling Brain "darling", Pinky moving Brain around and holding his hand, and even an adorable hug at the segment's end. Pinky compliments Brain and makes pleasant statements to him in "Plight of Hand" and "Mouse Madness"; in the former, he even fights against his own hands in order to save Brain. "Narf Over Troubled Water" was probably the most famous episode when it came to Brinky moments. There was just so much to comprehend at once; it's extremely difficult to try and mark down it all. Pinky comforting Brain after he starts doubting himself, Pinky coming back for Brain after their split-up, and that ENTIRE ending sequence were the most noticeable. These moments were impactful to Pinky's character as they showed his displays of affection and kindness and that their co-dependent relationship was not only important but entirely necessary to the franchise.

Pinky's Sexuality Confirmed? (Reboot Season 3): Below is a picture of Pinky posing in a seductive manner while Brain watches in annoyance. From the segment "How The Brain Thieved Christmas."

A clip of Pinky kissing Brain from "Groundmouse Day!"

A picture of a picture of Pinky kissing Brain from "How to: Friendship."

Pinky holds Brain by the shoulders in an attempt to steady him. From "How The Brain Thieved Christmas."

Pinky after Brain mentions the current situation being "too romantic." He heavily implies that he thinks that he and Brain are also in a romantic situation. I'm not kidding! From segment "Royal Flush."

Pinky is so proud of Brain for taking over the world. From episode "Groundmouse Day."

Pinky touches Brain's image on the screen in an precious manner! From "How to: Friendship."

Pinky holds Brain's hand tightly after destroying AI Julia (the entire moment will be shown when we get to Brain Week!). From episode "All's Fair in Love and Door."

Season three had easily the most on-the-nose segments when it came to hints at Brinky. This is also the season that confirmed to a lot of people that Pinky was not straight. In fact, if you were only to watch this season and nothing else, Pinky could be considered gay. Not only does he never mention a female love interest but he seems to have taken his flirty and more romantic tendencies with Brain to another level. There is an intimate interaction between the mice in every single episode, whether it be settle or extremely suggestive and obvious. Pinky in particular starts to showcase his feelings in a more outrageous way. These moments are just precious. In the first few segments, Pinky is seen doing various things, including staring at Brain, rubbing his head when he gets stressed, touching Brain's image on a screen, envisioning Brain in the stars, making an adorable macaroni photo of him kissing Brain, implying that he thinks that he and Brain are having a romantic moment, relying on Brain to calm him down in a car, and resting his head on Brain's head. The second half of the season showcases Brain seemingly responding to these actions in a not so settle manner (at least from an audience perspective). From Pinky kissing Brain goodnight in one of the most hyped-up moments from the entire reboot to Pinky getting somewhat jealous and hurt when he sees that Brain was married to Julia in an alternate world, these precious scenes come in abundance. The final four episodes contain more development for Brain than Pinky, but they're still noteworthy. In "All's Fair in Love and Door", Pinky looks very surprised when Brain sacrifices himself to save Pinky from AI Julia. After Pinky saves Brain in the end, he even holds Brain's hand tightly, much to the latter's surprise. "How The Brain Thieves Christmas" was more of an exploration of Brain than Pinky, but the taller mouse has some fun moments. He poses "seductively" in front of Brain when modeling for the toy. Pinky gives Brain a meaningful gift: the thing he needed to take over the world. Pinky even says "love you!" to Brain in a blink-and-you'll-miss-it moment in the second part. The ending was also quite sweet with Pinky making a ton of gay stares and starting lots of embraces with Brain. In "International Mouse of Mystery", the whole song shows Pinky dropping essentially compliments towards his friend. Pinky also seemingly wants Brain to kiss him at one point, only for Brain to throw him away. Pinky is almost definitely at least some form of LGBTQ+ at this point, due to his relationship with Brain being very strong. Seeing these kinds of interactions between best friends, male best friends nonetheless, is interesting and unique. It makes their friendship/possible romantic relationship all the more special and this is why they have an extensive fanbase of people who really care for them.

Pinky is a Genderfluid Icon (An Overview from "Noah's Lark" to "International Mouse of Mystery"): Below is the very first time we see Pinky in a dress from segment "Noah's Lark" from the original Animaniacs.

Pinky in a dress inspired by the movie Gone With the Wind in episode "Brainie the Poo"

A collection of Pinky's many outfits from the Animaniacs reboot. These are from episodes "Mouse Congeniality", "Royal Flush", and "International Mouse of Mystery."

Pinky is honestly one of the most influential and important characters when it comes to gender identity and just being yourself, at least in the modern media. The running "joke" of him wearing dresses went from being a little gag in various episodes to being an actual part of his personality, revealing that it is something he enjoys quite a lot. And no one every belittles him for his decisions, especially Brain, who only gets annoyed with Pinky's actions rather than his appearance. In fact during some segments, Brain seems to have a reaction to Pinky's looks, especially in "Mouse Congeniality." While many characters characters have cross-dressed in old cartoon such as Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck, they were usually to evade the capture of a foe. Pinky does this in a lot of plans, sometimes because he wants to, other times because it's necessary for the plan to work. He didn't have to dress up in "Royal Flush", but he chose to do so. That's amazing. He also doesn't dislike being referred to by she/her pronouns. At first, things didn't start out so revolutionary. Pinky's first time in a dress was in the Animaniacs segment "Noah's Lark." Rather than looking sophisticated, he looks like he's only wearing this as a disguise to go along with Brain's plan to sneak onto the ark. It's portrayed in a silly way, as if Pinky was forced to do this. He does this again in episode "Meet John Brain" when he tries to play the role of Brain's first lady. When the spin-off series was introduced, Pinky's feminine side was exposed in a more natural, less comical way. The dresses he wore were more elaborate, more colorful, and cuter. He'd be seen playing with lipstick in episode "Of Mouse and Man", showing that this was something he did for fun. After that, he can often be seen in dresses during various parody episodes, often playing the female character. He also posed as a female in episode "My Feldmans My Friends" alongside Brain as his spouse. However, in the song "The Really Great Dictator", Pinky is seen in a pink dress in what has become one of his most beloved appearances in dress. Not only does he not wear any makeup or wig for the very first time, but in the context of the song, Pinky didn't have to wear a dress at all. It was his personal decision, rather than one made by force. Despite wearing a ton of dresses, Pinky could rock the masculine wardrobe as well, being seen in suits, tuxedoes, sweaters, and swim trunks throughout the series. In Pinky, Elmyra, and The Brain, Pinky would add more outfits and looks to his collection including he (and Brain!) wearing lipstick and earrings, a Hansen inspired getup, and of course, the well-known headscarf and apron from "Pinky's Dream House" which was discussed earlier. Pinky in dresses would become a popular part of the fandom; however no one was prepared for the glory that would be given in the reboot, around 22 years after Pinky was last seen in feminine clothing.

The reboot would give us incredible moments when it came to Pinky as a character. He could finally be himself and showcase all his marvelous beauty. The first instance of Pinky in an outfit was in season 2 episode "The Flawed Couple" where Pinky is seen in typical housewife attire for a parody of the show The Honeymooners. His most iconic, popular, and recognizable dress was in the episode "Mouse Congeniality" where Pinky joins in a beauty pageant to help Brain in a plan for world domination. Pinky outfit here goes all out, even to the point where Brain is impressed with his work. Pinky is seen here in a blonde wig, has purple eye shadow, long eyelashes, lipstick, a pink dress with sash, long pink gloves, and high-heeled shoes. This is perhaps his most elaborate outfit to date, with him sporting a completely new and impressive appearance. He is also seen in a few alternate costumes including a bikini (finally!) and a baby costume (I don't know you guys). Pinky even manages to win the pageant, albeit not by vote. Him winning the pageant is a very heartfelt and genuinely happy moment. Pinky stating that he wanted to be the most beautiful human woman on the planet was so precious and sweet. It also offers a great look at Pinky, showing that cross-dressing is something he genuinely enjoys and wishes to do. Even though he doesn't wear another dress throughout the rest of the season, Pinky will sometimes randomly have eyelashes or act in a feminine manner. It's so adorable. In season 3, Pinky continues to push and break boundaries, blessing us with two new looks, though they are similar to his previous outfit in "Mouse Congeniality." In "Royal Flush", Pinky is wearing a red version of his previous dress along with purple long gloves, high heels, and another blonde wig. In a few scenes towards the beginning, Pinky has eyelashes. However as the segment continued along, those disappeared permanently, leaving him again without any makeup. He still looks incredible though. It's quite intriguing to see Pinky without makeup in a dress because that hasn't been seen since the 90's. His final outfit comes from the segment "International Mouse of Mystery", which has also gotten some attention after a frame from this cold-opening was leaked in early February 2023. This outfit contains elements of the previous two looks with Pinky wearing a red dress, though it's a darker shade, having dark purple eyeshadow, eyelashes, lipstick, high heels, and a red wig. It's really cute how he tries to play the Bond girl seen in a lot of spy films and he looks really good. Throughout, the entire song portion (Pinky has an angelic voice), Pinky is seen in his getup with Brain even "saving" him at one point. It's super cool that even though three different studious animated these episodes (Digital eMation, Titmouse, Saerom), the dresses and design remained consistent. Though it would've been nice to see Pinky get more dresses to wear, the ones he got proved to be good enough to leave an impact on the community. Every time Pinky is seen in a dress, he's treated with an enormous amount of respect and is showered with praise from all angles. He is a genderfluid icon, and can be inspiring to people in the ways he expresses himself in such a natural way. Even if this show is forgotten, there remains some hope that Pinky will be remembered as an important figure in the realm of gender identity and positivity.

Conclusion: Overall, Pinky exemplifies true greatness when it comes to representation in the LGBTQ+ community. Even though things started off in a nuanced manner, things began to become more obvious as the series went along. Pinky began to showcase his feminine side, wearing dresses and makeup for enjoyment. His apparent attraction to Brain becomes more exaggerated in the reboot. It's so wonderful to see this kind of character in our ever-changing world. Even though most of this involves things that haven't been outright confirmed, it's still important to look though all this change and growth. There are a lot of individuals out there who could and do latch onto Pinky, including myself. While he may seem like a surface-level mouse at first, if you take a deeper look, you may find that he's not as simple as he appears. I hope you took something from this, whether it be some random person on Tumblr charting Pinky's relationship with Brain and with his character growth, or a bit of information you never knew. I look forward to continuing Pinky Week in high spirits. I'll be focusing on specific moments of character development in the next three installments, so be prepared. Anyways, have a great day and/or night and I'll see you next time! Narf!

#pinky and the brain #patb #brinky #Pinky #Pinky Week!! #sorry about the delay!! #Pinky's an inspiration #I love him so much!

[hubbydaddies]

Misaki’s Intentions

I think it’s really important to establish Misaki wanting Miri back isn’t out of concern for Miri’s safety because of Kazuki and Rei’s job; it’s for herself to feel unconditional love of her child before she dies.

Sigh long post ahead…

Misaki is once again being selfish. It took her losing everything to try and get back what she had before. This means Miri was her last priority in life, and she wants the crumbs of love she had from her child. Her intentions aren’t for Miri’s best interests.

Kazuki’s initial reaction was the correct one. I do believe in second chances, but this is Misaki’s third. The second chance she had was when Kazuki and Rei went to return Miri, and she told Kazuki “that kid” and her meaning nothing to each other anymore. She then followed it up with her fantasies of physically abusing her daughter for the audacity of laughing. And yes, I know actions are different from thoughts, but her actions include sending her daughter off alone to find her human trafficker father- which she did know about given the letter asking for money- that had no problem putting a gun to her head.

Furthermore, Misaki looked surprised when they showed up to pick up Miri which meant she was planning on picking Miri up and leaving without facing the people who had taken care of her for the better part of a year. She doesn’t care about Miri’s happiness until she’s forced to face the reality that Kazuki and Rei have given her a better life than she ever did. It’s only then that she asks Miri what she wants. Miri says she loves both her mama and papa’s meaning she wants both sides of her family to be in her life (something she conveniently leaves out when she talks to Rei and Kazuki after Miri is asleep.)

I’ve known people like Misaki before who said they’ve changed after something traumatic in their life happened. It usually doesn’t last. When faced with her actions by Kazuki and Rei, she goes for the only thing she has against them, their jobs. It’s her only trump card (for now). (Where was that energy when you send Miri to find her criminal father?)

The irony and dichotomy of Misaki and Kazuki and Rei is that it took Misaki to lose everything to realize what she had. Meanwhile, it took Kazuki and Rei to gain Miri to understand what they needed. Now that Kazuki and Rei have lost Miri- which they did to protect her- it will force them to choose between their dangerous lifestyle and their family.

One can argue they made that choice when they gave her to Misaki at the end of the episode. I disagree because their choice isn’t a real one. It’s basically choosing between life and death. Rei got that message on his birthday. In reality, it was a choice between being selfish or protecting their daughter.

There is also a big difference between changing your life from a dangerous job to unexpected parenthood and bad parenting to “trust me, bro. I’m clean. Could you give me the kid? I pinky promise I won’t put my child’s life in danger… again. I know I put her in an unsafe environment for the first four years of her life… And then sent her away as a bargaining chip for money from her dangerous father… but it’s different now. I’m dying. Let me have the happiness of unconditional love for a while before I traumatize my daughter again by dying.” Great, love that for you.

Am I being harsh on Misaki? Maybe. Why? She doesn’t really have Miri’s best interest at heart. She’s not trying to get Miri back because her papas are assassins; that’s just the only thing she has against them. She wants Miri back for herself and herself alone.

Look, I’m sorry she has cancer. But that doesn’t give someone the automatic right to take back a child- a human being to be responsible for- she so easily abandoned to strangers.

My disdain for Misaki comes from the perspective of what this will do to Miri in the long run. I have mentioned in a previous post how I have experience with a child who came from a very similar situation as Miri (their my godchild).

Now, I do believe Miri should have the chance to say goodbye to her mother before she dies. She deserves closure. But how she achieves that closure shouldn’t be given by taking away the security she had with Kazuki and Rei completely. I understand being away from them for now is ultimately safest. But it shouldn’t be permanent (and I don’t think it will be).

In conclusion, Misaki is still doing things for selfish reasons. Kazuki was absolutely correct in calling her out during their talk. He saw through that immediately after she told him her situation. But Kazuki and Rei, from beginning to end, have done everything for Miri for selfless reasons.

#buddy daddies #“Blood is thicker than water.” Well mango juice is thicker than blood #mango juice is thicker than blood

[chweverni]

Mate (pt.1)

pairing; joshua hong x reader

synopsis; you thought you were a smart student at school until you saw joshua hong, solve the exact same sudoku puzzle you cried to sleep with last night. what do you do?

word count; 865 words

author's note : pt.1 is out! if yall want to get notified for pt.2, leave a comment! please be patient >.< pt.2 has been posted! read it here.

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"so.. what's your name again?" "y/n. what's yours?" "oh, mine's joshua," okay, step one to making a new friend: completed. what's next? you unfolded the small piece of paper in your hands, which read step 2: ask them if they'd like to sit together for lunch! you cleared your throat again, which averted the boy's attention to you. "are you.. free to sit with me for lunch?", you fiddled with your fingers, not maintaining eye contact with the boy, who clearly was confused, as to why the class president wanted to sit with him for lunch.

joshua's breath hitched, which alerted you for an answer. as he opened his mouth to speak, you spoke with speed of a bullet train, "you dont have to agree! i'm totally fine sitting alone, it's just- that-", you sucked in a breath, "you solved the sudoku puzzle in my desk, with a marker!", your eyes were now watery. "i've been going at it since last night, but you finished it with a fucking marker!",

no way. joshua thought to himself. there's no way she's crying about this puzzle! he snorted once, but couldn't contain himself for longer as he bursts into laughter.

that lowkey shattered your pride even more. you see, you thought you were a smart student, considering that you got into this prestigious school through a scholarship. but these days, at the math club, ever since they introduced sudoku puzzles, you've been feeling like a dumb bitch. so when you saw that joshua hong, the sunday morning guy, solve the puzzle in a matter of 15 minutes, your heart sank. it hurt so bad.

but instead of taking it with a grain of salt, you took out the entire ocean, hoping to learn from the master himself.

back to the present. you reopened the piece of paper yet again, this time, checking step 3: ask them to hang out in the library after school.

"how about we meet together in the library after school?" you asked, feeling hesitant to force him into sitting with a girl he barely knew.

"sure, if you wanna learn it that bad, but", joshua replied, holding out his pinky, "promise you'll grant me a wish when we're done?", joshua asked, clearing his desk to rest his head on it, as he stared at you with anticipation. you linked your pinkies as you flashed him a reassuring smile, "a promise which will break my pinky if i break it!"

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two weeks passed, and joshua introduced you to numerous tricks to solve sudoku and not gonna lie, he was a pretty good teacher, and maybe a cute one. at the library, you would feel your heart audibly palpitate whenever joshua's knees touched yours, or when his hands would slightly meet yours while solving a puzzle together.

both of you grew closer over time, and your little sudoku sessions, started disguising an obvious issue, your developing crush for none other than joshua hong himself! you'd purposefully ask him about other subjects at school, or about his childhood, just to see that glint of sunshine in his eyes. you could swear that you had everything about him memorized by now. his undying love for physics, how much he loved dogs, how he loved music, and fashion! sometimes you'd wonder how he'd react if he found out that his sudoku mate had a crush on him, but let's just say that your imaginations weren't the best.

you were now in front of his house, wearing your best clothing. joshua was throwing a birthday party and you were invited. normally, you'd stay back at home and avoid parties at all costs but this time, it's joshua we have to impress, so you let that slide once. you could hear some awfully loud music going on inside, which made you want to go, but whatever.

as the door opened, you saw joshua. he greeted you and led you inside. gosh, there's a lot of people here. you thought to yourself, as you handed joshua a pink paper bag. "open it afterwards," you said with a smile. he returned it with an irresistible wink, as he showed you where the drinks were kept. "thanks for coming! i'll be outside if you need me, okay?", joshua said. you nodded as he went out to join his friends.

"so you're the one joshua's been busy with?"

you turned around to see who it was. jeon yeon-du. of course it's her.

"oh, yeon-du, hey! uhm, it's not that big actually-," your reply got cut off as yeon-du spoke, "'course it isn't! it's not like he would actually date you.. you've got a lot going on," - she stepped closer, as she poured a cup full of red soda on your clothes, "-there!" she smiled, drawing a circle in the air, pointing at your now wet and stained dress.

you stared in disbelief. you decided it's best not to create a scene for you walked out the house right after 15 minutes of entering the party. it was a nice and quiet night and walking towards the park nearby was the best thing to do to get some fresh air, so you went.

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hehe come back for more yall ~

all creds to @chweverni only on tumblr! <3

#seventeen #seventeen fluff #joshua hong fluff #joshua hong x reader #joshua fluff #joshua hong #joshua seventeen #svt fluff

[mireillesnotebook]

Welcome

to my little portfolio. I hope you find what you are looking for!

I'm Mireille and these are the fics I've created over the last years.

Here you'll find fanfiction of:

Genshin Impact (💜 💛Beiguang my beloved 💜 💛)

Star Rail

Persona 3

Path to Nowhere (drabble)

I like to try new genres and styles. That's why the list below has all possible ratings as well as crack, hurt and mcd. Perhaps next I'll tackle a poem, who knows.

List of my works:

▪️A flickering Feeling - Star Rail, Friends to Lovers to Enemies, Himeko get an unexpected visit from Kafka, Rating T

▪️Always Late - Ningguang waits for Beidou, MCD, Hurt no Comfort, Rating T

▪️Before - Ninety-Nine - Path to Nowhere, small drabble and introspection into Ninety-Nine's life

▪️Driving me crazy - RaceCarDriver Ningguang and Mechanic Beidou, bad puns and dirty jokes following the Hoyofair art, Rating M

▪️Hard to catch/Easy to hold - Ningguang Birthday Fic, a riddle and them being lovey-dovey, Rating T

▪️How to win negotiations - Porn with (a little bit) Plot, Beidou gets bored during a meeting and faces the consequences, Rating E

▪️Joined under the maple tree - WIP, Beiguang ModernAU, Adoption and Parenting, collaboration with Han-Tyumi, Rating M

▪️Kisses change us forever - ModernAU, SickFic, Hurt/Comfort, Ningguang falls terribly sick and Beidou tries to help as much as she can, Rating T

▪️Of gifts and breakdowns - Crack fic, inspired by yuniemakis posts about seaslugs, Beidou brings all kinds of unexpected and unwanted gifts, Rating T

▪️Of rice and socks - Sick/Comfort/Crack fic, Persona 3, Mitsuru and Shinjiro take care of a sick Akihiko

▪️Pinky Promise - Beiguang Childhood/First Meeting, Rating G

▪️Playing games (and winning occasionally) - Falling in love while playing chess among other things, character study of Ningguang from Beidou's POV, Rating T

▪️Pokki Game - Persona 3 Akihiko & Mitsuru repeat the pokki game every year and get a little bit closer with every bite

▪️Promise me you won't die - Canon, Friends to Lovers, the night before the fight against Beisht decisions were made, Rating T

▪️Scattered wisdom in a sea of clouds - Hurt/Comfort, inspired by the Sumeru Archon Quest, Ningguang becomes the target in the pursuit of knowledge, last chapter let's go, Rating T

▪️Short Stories Collection - series of shorter ideas that popped into my mind, Rating T to E

▪️The blue conch - Ningguang remembers her past after Beidou brings a gift, Rating G

▪️The boisterous waters beckon - MermaidAU, Beidou meets a mermay as she is about to drown, Rating T

▪️Timing is everything - Ningguang birthday fic, Beidou tries to surprise Ningguang on her special day

▪️️Transitory - Canon, the fall of the Jade Chamber hurt Ningguang more than she wants to admit, Rating T

▪️Verses to heal your soul - Canon, with Beidou's birthday approaching Ningguang seems to be even busier than usual, how odd, Rating T

▪️What if I lost you - Hurt/Comfort, Blood/Violence, a Fatui surprise attack, a fight and the Tianquan falls, Rating M

▪️Worthless - Angst/Hurt/Comfort, Canon, Beidou cares for Ningguang after a nightmare, Rating T

Find me on AO3 as MireilleXY and on Twitter/X as YXMireilleXY

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[bluenpjm]

Ali hi! omg 💖 I LOVED the last posts and I was so happy there was an update on cloud 9 and of course bad decisions too! it was wonderful as always!

and since everyone is asking for updates... when can I expect ITW? 🥺

ari baby it's soooo good to have you back 🥺😚

i should be ashamed about itw!!! i am in serious debt to you 🤧 first i want to finish cloud9 and bad decisions but i pinky promise that into the woods will have my attention right after!! (maybe for a special someone's birthday?)

#bluenpjm #ask #rcseluv #cloud9 agency #bad decisions #into the woods

[moonrisecoeur]

(im on break rn but)

MOOON PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SCREAM AT ME ABOUT MUSIC IM SO NORMAL ABOUT SHARING MUSIC W PPL AND AAHHHHHHH

ive been considering giving u song recs bc IDK i love sharing music theres something so personal and full of love ab it to me

🐕

u do not understand i am so so sure that no one cares but FINE if u so insist please allow me to be annoying

deep breath in… AHHHHHHH

ellise is an artist that i have loved forever and ever and ever and ever which translates to for the past couple years and i LOVE ALL OF HER SONGS RAHHH

i love her lyrics they just connect to me so deeply. here are a collection of my favorite lyrics and songs!! all of these will be spotify links since i work for starbies and they give me spotify for free!! but pls look them up wherever you listen to music !!!

i could tell you i love you… but you wouldn't reply, wouldn't look in my eyes, wouldn't care when i cried

why would i tell you i love you?

RAHHH GHOST IS SO GOOD I LOVE HER VOCALS I LOVE THE SADNESS OF THIS SONG I LOVE HOW

we talked about a future, but now it's in the past

i don't regret the memories, but knew they wouldn't last

i know that it's not easy to give up what we had

i made myself a promise, and i’m not looking back

this song is so. ugh. love her. so sad yet so real. the realization at the end of the song is that she’s not pinky promising her ex that she doesn’t love him, it’s that she’s promising herself that she’ll leave him regardless of if she still does !! love !!

tell me it's a dead-end, you already got your flight booked

tell me over breakfast

'cause it's clear you don't care about me how you used to

this song makes me want to scream it’s so somber and resigned it’s so!! argggghhh i love it!! the way shes like ‘i know we’re done but please… it can wait until breakfast’ THIS SONG WAS ALSO OFF HER FIRST ALBUM WHICH CAME OUT ON MY BIRTHDAY so it was literallly fate.

talk to the moon from my window

she’s so cold, doesn't know

i think i might close my eyes for the last time tonight, i’ll go

look my name being moon is a coincidence BUT this was my favorite song of hers for a long while!! very very good song i love that it doesn’t stay all sad and slow the whole time!!

come wine with me, come dine with me

conspire with me, can't hide from me

kill time with me, like murder in the first degree

NO BC I WAS LISTENING TO SANDMAN AS I WAS WRITING ABOUT IT AND I WAS THINKING ABOUT WHICH SONG OFF OF OVER HER DEAD BODY I WANTED TO TALK ABOUT AND I DECIDED ON APPETITE RIGHT AS SPOTIFY STARTED PLAYING IT !!! rahh this song is hot !!

(okie so i tried to post this twice and it didn’t work LMAO it keeps failing to post and not saving anything i write up until this point so!! i’m just gonna write out everything else!!)

she ruins everything - ellise

she just released this song last night and it’s soooooo good!! pls give it a listen if literally nothing else on this list

arms length - king mala

i am so normal about this song. i am so sane.

… OF COURSE IM LYING THIS SONG MAKES ME SOB I LITERALLY CANNOT CONTROL MY EMOTIONS WHEN I LISTEN TO THIS FUCKING SONG i’m so sad. her lyricism… unmatched i fear…

spinnin - madison beer

mitski - i’m your man

this song is literally my personality my genuine favorite song of 2023 it runs through my veins i eat it for breakfast lunch and dinner

sad songs in a hotel room - joshua bassett

sand - dove cameron

cake and iced coffee - leyla blue

life was so much better back when you were mine.. :(

patient - charlie puth

i am so embarrassed that i like him and his music… but i really do…

#🐕 anon #ALSO THIS IS JUST SAD OR SAPPY SOMBER SONGS #(aside from appetite lmao) I HAVE SMEXY AND FUN AND LOUD SONGS I CAN GIVE YOU TOO!!!

[thebangtancloud]

He finds out you have a tattoo/He sees your tattoo(s) for the first time~ BTS Reactions

Warnings: there's a buttcheek tattoo in Taehyung's scenario lol, happy birthday Taehyung ;)

A/n: It's been so long since I last posted, been a crazy journey for me. Swarmed with assignments on one hand, caught the COVID on the other. Well, Covid, get the hell out.

Kim Namjoon:

"Woah," Namjoon breathed out in awe, a gentle finger tracing the ink over your collarbone, wonder in his eyes as they met yours. "This is beautiful, darling."

"You like it?" You grinned down at him, your hands resting on his shoulders as you sat comfortably on his lap. He nodded gently, reaching forward to place a kiss on your skin, right over the ink.

"I love it," he murmured, eyes running over the letters as his fingers gently squeezed your hips.

"When I first got this, I had no idea I would ever get to show you my tattoo," you giggled, running a hand through his hair. He sighed, shaking his head at you. "Now I want one too."

"Really?"

Namjoon laughed heartily, reaching up to pinch your nose fondly, "It's only fair if I also have a tattoo that's related to the woman I love."

"Don't be silly," you shook your head, "I got this tattoo because I wanted to have a piece of you with me forever, but you have me forever." He remained silent for a while, not buying it.

"We could get matching tattoos," he suggested with a shrug, gripping your body and pushing you back against the couch. With a joyous laugh, you pulled him down with you, gently holding his face within your hands. "Would you like that?"

"I would love that."

Kim Seokjin:

"You what?" Jin stared at you with wide eyes, frozen in his seat as he looked at your figure standing in front of him.

"I got a tattoo," you repeated yourself with a shy smile. His mouth opened, staring at you in disbelief. "WHY?!"

"Don't ask me why," you frowned, narrowing your eyes at him before walking up to where he was seated. "You're going to love it."

"How can you be so sure?" he challenged you, raising an eyebrow as you stood between his legs. You laughed softly, touching his face delicately. "Because you love this more than you love me."

"What?"

You pulled the sleeve of your shirt up, revealing a tiny shape against your wrist, Jin catching your hand to pull it closer to his face. You giggled when Jin gasped, large eyes flitting up to yours just as his jaw dropped.

"NO," he yelled out in surprise, standing up and screaming in delight as he skipped around the place. "THAT IS SO CUTE!"

He walked back to you quickly, pulling your hand towards him to look at the tiny RJ character that was now permanently inked onto your skin, the red outline over the scarf drawing another squeal out of him.

"Why would you get a tattoo of RJ?" he asked you in wonder, eyes shaking in excitement. "Why?" you parroted, a gentle smile on your face as you gazed up at him. He nodded, eyes falling back to the cutest little version of RJ he had ever seen.

"Because I love you."

Min Yoongi:

"What the..."

"OW!"

Yoongi wasn't fazed by your expression, his fingers grasping your lower lip as he tugged on it to get a better look. "What on earth is that?" he wondered, his other hand slipping into his pocket to pull out his phone.

"What do you think?" you deadpanned, words sounding weird to him because he was still pulling your lip downward. He turned on the flash, pulling your lip further as you winced, guiding the light onto the ink that was on the inside of your lip.

"Holy shit," he gasped, his eyes fluttering up to look at you in awe. "Why have I never seen this before? Did it hurt?"

"No shit," you groaned, pushing his hand away and massaging your lip gently. "Why are you always so rough?" you grumbled, glaring at him.

He smirked, "I thought you liked it."

"Huh," you scoffed, turning back to sit down on the bed. He followed you soon after, his eyes still fixed on your lip as he mindlessly raised his pinky finger up to you. "I won't be rough, promise. Let me see it once more."

Your eyes rolled, pulling your lower lip down to show him your tattoo. He stared at it, the corners of his mouth turning up as he clicked a picture, smiling smugly at you.

"That is so stupid."

You slapped his arm in response, narrowing your eyes at him.

"Admit it, you love it."

"I never said I didn't."

Jung Hoseok:

"I bet you a million won, she doesn't," you heard Hoseok's voice, your head raising from your book to look at the boys who had entered the room.

"She does, I've seen it," Jungkook smirked, snapping a finger in front of Hoseok's face, "You've bet a million won, don't you forget."

Hoseok shooed him away, turning to give you a pointed look, his hands sitting on his hips. "Is he right? You have a tattoo?"

You blinked up at him, raising a hand in question, "You didn't know?"

Jungkook's loud laugh made Hoseok flinch, his eyes widening in shock, "You do?!"

His mouth fell open when you nodded, frowning in confusion. "Why don't I know about this?" He asked you.

You placed your book back down, standing up to walk over to him. "I thought you would've seen it," you shrugged, smirking when Jungkook choked at your words. "Um, TMI!"

"Show me," Hoseok grabbed your hand, pulling you towards him, "I wanna see."

"I can't really show it to you now," you gestured to Namjoon and Yoongi sitting in the corner of the room. "I would have to remove my shirt for you to see."

His eyes widened slightly.

"Ah..." he nodded at your answer, about to drop the topic until later only for him to push you back in shock, his jaw dropping dramatically.

"WHY HAS JUNGKOOK SEEN IT?"

Park Jimin:

"I'm still mad at you," Jimin pouted, playfully glaring at you through the screen. "You could've waited for me."

"I had this planned for months, babe," you laughed at him, pointing a finger at the camera, "It was you who had to leave early."

"Stop making me feel guilty and just show me already," he rushed, leaning forward in anticipation. You nodded, turning in your seat and pulling your t-shirt over your head to show him the ink over your shoulder blade.

You heard him squeak, turning your head to catch sight of his hands covering his mouth, face painfully close to the camera to get a better look. "That is so cool!" he clapped happily, pulling out his phone to take a picture through his laptop screen. "Baby!"

"Do you like it?" you grinned, pulling your shirt back over your body, turning to face him. "Like it? I love it!" he laughed happily, your phone dinging with the picture of your own tattoo that he had clicked and sent.

"It's a relief," you smiled at him, leaning in towards the screen.

"I was never really a fan of dragon tattoos, but yours looks magnificent," he marveled, eyes wide in fascination.

Your gaze fell, a shy smile taking over your face, "Thank you."

"I hope my eyes were not playing games with me but did I see a J in there?" He asked you, eyebrows furrowed as he looked down into his phone, zooming into the picture.

You giggled, shaking your head. "It's not just J," you shot him a sweet smile, his mouth falling open as he stared at you in disbelief.

"It's JM."

Kim Taehyung:

"Alright, my turn," Taehyung squirmed in his seat, an excited giggle tumbling out of his chest. "Truth or dare?"

"Hmm," you closed your eyes, acting as if you were deep in thought, laughing shortly when he threw a piece of popcorn at your face. "You've chosen truth too many times, if you don't choose dare, I swear I'll bite you," he warned, his voice lowering dangerously in an attempt to threaten you yet the endless giggles and wide smile on his face betrayed him.

"Okay," you chuckled, "Dare."

"Finally!" Taehyung gasped, throwing his hands up into the air.

"I know what you're going to ask me to do," you shrugged, smirking knowingly at him.

"That's right," he grinned, "Show me your tattoo."

Your head fell back as you guffawed at his request, picking up a piece of popcorn and throwing it back at him. "You do know where my tattoo is, right?"

"I do," he nodded, eyes sparkling in delight as he gave you a wide smile. "I love your ass, don't worry."

"Taehyung!"

He smirked, sending you a playful wink, "Don't be shy with me."

"I swear, I'll beat you up if you don't stop flirting with me," you groaned, standing up nonetheless. He giggled in excitement, making sure to purposely smack his lips loudly, earning another gasp from you. "Okay okay," he nodded, straightening up. "I'm ready."

"I'm not," you muttered, fingers slipping under the elastic of your shorts and pulling it lower, closing your eyes in embarrassment.

"Oh my gaaaawd," you heard Taehyung gasp softly, his hand moving up at the sight of the colored ink over your buttocks.

"Can I touch it?"

"NO!"

Jeon Jungkook:

"Argh," Jungkook groaned, falling to the floor in exhaustion just as Jimin and Jin followed him, each one of them tired from the gruesome and painful dance practice for their song 'ON'. Twisting open the cap of the bottle, Jungkook moaned at the feeling of the cool water greeting him, both the boys turning simultaneously to look at him.

"What's with all those sounds?" Jimin teased him, playfully nudging his shoulder. Jungkook shrugged, eyes trained on all the backup dancers who were practicing their positions. Out of nowhere, you caught Jungkook's eyes when you walked to the side, slipping off your black jacket and fanning your body with your hands in an attempt to cool off.

Jungkook's jaw dropped when you turned, his eyes trailing over your arm that was literally covered in tattoos, Jimin gasping at the sight while Jin patted Jungkook's arm, "There, you've found your soulmate."

"No kidding," Jimin laughed, all the three boys staring at the different colors over your skin. Jungkook found himself squinting, somehow noticing a net patch inked onto your forearm, a few chains surrounding the design.

"Go talk to her," Jin encouraged him, patting his shoulder.

"I should," he nodded, standing up in an instant, shrugging off his jacket so that his tattoos were also visible. Jimin hooted, slapping Jungkook on the calf just as he began walking towards you, his heart rate suddenly picking up.

"Oh, hi Jungkook," you smiled, waving at him as he approached you.

"Hello," he smiled politely, waving back at you. "I saw your tattoos," he got straight to the point, a short giggle slipping past your lips. "I think it's really cool."

"Thank you, and you too," you laughed, pointing to his arm as well.

"Where do you get your tattoos done?" he asked you, large doe eyes trailing over all of the patterns in fascination. "I've got them fr-"

"Do you want to get one with me? I'm getting one this Friday with a friend, it's nearby."

You looked up at him, wordlessly nodding when you noticed the panicked state he was in.

"Great," he smiled in relief, raising a hand to give you a high-five. "Do you have any ideas?"

You nodded, pointing to the rest of the dancers on the team, his eyebrows flying up at your suggestion.

"How about 'ON'?"

Masterlist.

#bts #bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts fluff #bts smut #bts kim namjoon #kim namjoon #bts x reader #kim seokjin #bts min yoongi #min yoongi #bts jung hoseok #jung hoseok #jung hoseok reactions #park jimin #jimin reactions #kim taehyung #kim taehyung reactions #jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook reactions #happy birthday taehyung

[errythinisblue]

The Birthday Party

Mason Mount x Y/N one shot ( part two to “An Early Birthday Party”)

Summary: It’s Mason’s birthday finally, and you might be his favorite present.

Warnings: SMUT (it gets smutty at the end).

Notes: I posted this last night but it doesn’t show up in the tags (so this is me trying to post it once again to see what happens this time). Anyway I had time to proofread it, so at least this is better than the old one! Enjoy! And let me know what you think about it! 

The party you and Jaz organized was still in full swing, even after you all had dinner together. You and Mason agreed on the fact that his family should stay for the night, since it was cold outside and it was getting pretty late for them to go back home too. So once you both convinced everyone to stay, you went to the kitchen to prepare some hot chocolate while everyone else, including Mason, went to their room to put their pajamas on.

 As you were putting the hot chocolate in the cups you heard little footsteps making their way down the stairs, and immediately after, a little voice was calling out for you.

 “Auntie Y/N?” Summer called.

 “In the kitchen!” you answered, smiling to yourself, “Hey wow! What a nice onesie you have on!”

 “Thank you,” she blushed as she looked at her tiny feet, “Can I ask you something?” she was now looking up at you.

 “You can ask me anything you want munchkin,” you lowered yourself to take her in your arms and then sat her down on the kitchen counter, “now shoot!” you told her as you tickled her belly.

 “Since we all have our pajamas on…” she looked at you with her big brown eyes, “…can we have a sleepover?”

 “Summer that’s a great idea!” you heard Mason’s voice from behind your back, “We have the hot chocolate too, it’s perfect!” he told her while wrapping his arms around you from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder to look at his niece.

 “Well, how about you choose a movie to watch during our sleepover,” you sweetly told them, “while I go to our room and put my pajama on?” you waited for their answer before going to your shared bedroom.

 “Okay!” Summer exclaimed, making grabby hands for Mason to put her down from the counter.

 “Okay!” he laughed at her eagerness, watching her run on her little legs towards the living room.

 “I’ll be down in a minute,” you told Mason leaving a sweet kiss on his lips, “can’t have you two choosing a Princess movie without me!”

 He laughed at that and made his way to the living room to find Summer on the sofa, with the remote already in her hands.

 “Can we watch Frozen??” she asked her uncle while she gave him the remote so that he could switch on the television.

 “Only if you promise me you’ll dance every single song with me.” he offered her his pinkie.

 “Okay I’ll do it!” she intertwined her little finger with his, her smile as bright as ever.

 “Now go and tell everyone that we’re doing a sleepover, I’m going to bring the hot chocolates in here.” he told her while he stood up from the sofa.

 She ran towards the stairs, almost crashing into your legs on her way there.

“Whoa! Where’s she running to in such a hurry??” you asked Mason as you kept your eyes on her small figure running up the stairs.

 “She went up to call the others!” he shouted from the kitchen, “Can you come here please??”

 “Coming!” you made your way to where he was, “What’s up?”

 “Can you help me bring the cups in the living room? I’ve already set the coffee table to put them on.” he asked you, taking some of the cups in his hands and making his way to the living room.

 “Couldn’t you just like…” you started while you were taking out a tray from one the cupboards, “grab this?” you finally asked him showing him the silver tray you were now putting the cups on.

 “Oh you’re right! I didn’t even think about it…” he told you sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

 “Men…” you whispered, walking past him and making sure he heard you.

 “Hey! I only forgot one thing!” he whined from the kitchen.

 “More than one actually, can you bring the whipped cream over?? It’s in the fridge!” you asked him.

 “Got it!” he told you while he was making his way to you, showing you the whipped cream in his hand.

 Everyone else joined you a minute later, grabbing a cup from the table and getting comfortable to watch the movie.

 Summer sat between you and Mason, but that didn’t last very long. Just as the movie started and the first song of the movie played, she was already on her feet, offering her hand to her uncle to dance. Mason immediately took her small hand in his much larger one and stood up, starting to dance just as Summer did. Everyone else in the room started laughing at seeing the couple of them doing silly moves, but in a matter of seconds you were all dancing around the little girl.

 After a while everybody was back on the sofa once again, enjoying the movie. Summer moved to Mason’s lap this time, snuggling into his chest, clearly growing sleepier by the minute. She fell asleep not long after, her head now rested in the crook of Mason’s neck, her hands grabbing at the shirt of his pajama.

 Jaz and Sam stood up, ready to take their daughter to sleep. But once she went to take her in her arms Summer whined, not wanting to let go of her uncle.

 “C’mon baby let’s go to sleep…” Jaz softly whispered in her ear.

 “But I wanna sleep with uncle Macey…” she mumbled.

 “Aw baby you can’t..” Jaz told her.

 “Hey it’s not a problem really, she can sleep with us if you’re okay with that.” Mason told the pair of them, his voice soft as he didn’t want to bother his niece’s sleep.

 “You sure?” Sam asked the both of you.

 “Yeah, we promised her a sleepover after all!” you smiled at them as you stroked her cheek.

 “Okay, well we’re going to bed then. See you tomorrow, good night!” Jaz told you, leaving a kiss on Summer’s head.

 Mason’s parents were the next ones to go to bed, leaving you to switch off the television while he slowly got up from the sofa with Summer still in his arms. Seeing him like this made you feel in a certain way, it wasn’t the first time you saw him being this sweet and caring with Summer, but this time you felt different.

 “You coming?” Mason asked you, bringing you out of your thoughts.

 “Yup!” you made your way to where they stood, and together you made your way to your bedroom.

 -

 The morning after you woke up to Summer’s little fingers lightly poking at your arm.

 “Hey good morning princess, how did you sleep?” you softly asked her, not wanting to wake Mason yet. Even if he had training later in the morning, he could still sleep some more.

 “Good, should we wake uncle Macey up? I wanna wish him a happy birthday…” she told you.

 “Why don’t you wake him up?” you said to her, unable to resist her big brown eyes that reminded you so much of your boyfriend’s ones. Hopefully Mason would forgive you for letting Summer wake him up so soon.

 You watched as she slowly made her way on his lap, poking his stomach just like she did to your arm minutes before.

 “Uncle Macey?” she whispered, and you swore you could have melted right there and then at her sweet little voice. She was such a lovely girl, you quickly grew fond of her.

 “Mmh, good morning little one, you slept good yeah?” he took her in his arms, leaving a feather light kiss on her soft, chubby cheek.

 “I did!” she wriggled out of his grip and sat up on his stomach, “But I wanted to wake you up sooo bad ‘cause it’s your birthday! Happy birthday uncle Maceyyy!” she shouted cheerfully. You were quite sure that everyone else was awake by now, upon hearing her shout.

 “Thank you princess, I love you so much you know that?” he put his big hands on her tiny thighs, squishing them and making her giggle.

 “I love you too! But now let’s get up I’m hungry!” she slowly got out of bed and made her way to the door on her tippytoes.

 “C’mon you sleepyheads!” she called you once again once she saw you weren’t getting out of bed still.

 “She’s definitely got your same energy really!” you laughed as you got up.

 “Yeah, but I don’t have that kind of energy at like 7 in the morning.” he joked back, “I’ll probably have it when we go out tonight though, and later in the night too...” he winked at you, making his way to you, “now can I have a kiss since it’s my birthday?” he cupped your cheeks, looking at Summer for an answer.

 “Of course!” she giddily told him, turning around once again, “but make it quick, I wanna eat!” she laughed at you, making you laugh at her antics.

 Once you all had breakfast together it was time for Mason to leave for training, and for his family to go back home. So you were left on your own with a lot of things to rearrange.

 Luckily for you, you had a lot of time to put everything in order before you had to prepare yourself for the night out you were going to have. You knew the boys organized a surprise for Mason after the training, so you knew he would come home late to pick you up before going clubbing.

 Once you finished rearranging the living room you thought that it wasn’t that bad to have a whole day to yourself, as you could actually relax before the hectic night you would spend partying.

 -

 “Babe I’m home!” you heard Mason shout from downstairs. It was 11 pm and he was back home from the surprise dinner the boys organized for him, ready to pick you up and take you to the club where your friends were waiting for you.

 “In the bedroom!” you told him, “I’m almost ready!”

 “Wow,” he breathed from the door, “is this all for me??” his eyes going up and down your body.

 “Well, are you the birthday boy?” you asked him playfully.

 “I am,” he told you, putting his hands on your hips, “you look stunning love.” he whispered in your ear.

 “You don’t look too bad yourself…” you said to him while turning around to properly look at him. What you saw made your jaw drop, he was looking absolutely beautiful dressed in all black, with his black Prada jacket on, “Please remember me to thank Carlotta for choosing this outfit for tonight.” you said to him as you put your hands on his chest.

 “I will,” he laughed, “are you ready to go?”

 “Let me grab my purse,” you told him, “then we can go!”

 -

 The party at the club didn’t start until the birthday boy was there, so when you entered the club everybody started cheering and the music was immediately blaring from the speakers. Mason held your hand tightly in his right one, clearly wanting to make sure everybody in there knew that you were his.

 As a few of his friends made their way to wish him a happy birthday, you excused yourself and told Mason you would be at the bar where you spotted the girls. He reluctantly let you go, always keeping an eye on you, even from afar. Once he saw you greet Lauren, Sophia and the other girls, he relaxed a bit, but that short silver sequin dress you wore was making him unable to take his eyes off you.

 Two hours later the party was coming to an end, but not for you girls apparently. You were having the time of your lives as alcohol was flowing in your dancing bodies, while the guys were left to stare at you. Almost all of them had training the day after so they clearly couldn’t have too much to drink, nor they could go to sleep too late.

 “Babygirl it’s time to go home…” Mason grabbed your hips, standing in front of you and saying these words in your ear to make sure you could hear him over the loud music. His voice was huskier than before, his hold on your hips tight.

 “Oww, we were having so much fun!” you whined, wrapping your arms around his neck.

 “I know baby but we have to go, everyone else is going home too…” he kissed your jaw and then left a trail of kisses from your cheek to your mouth, “…and I wanna take you home so that I can finally take this dress off you.” he added with his lips still on yours, caressing the thin straps of your dress.

 “So you really liked it huh?” you whispered in his ear.

 “You have no idea…” he growled, pulling you in by your hips and kissing you so hard you felt weak in the knees.

 -

 Once you were home he didn’t even give you the time to remove your coat, he removed it for you throwing it on the floor.

 “Mase, it’s my coat!” you scolded him.

 “I’m sorry babygirl, I just need you so much…” he kissed you grabbing your hands in his and putting them on his growing bulge, “can you feel what you’re doing to me?”

 You shook your head no, a smirk appearing on your red lips while your hands were still touching his jeans clad groin.

 “Let me show you then,” he took your hand and led you up the stairs, “come with me…”

 It was like he put you under a spell with his words as you followed him without even saying a words, enchanted and fascinated by him. Completely surrendered at the power he had over you.

 He slowly opened your bedroom door, his gaze never leaving your face, not even for a second, not even while he dragged you by your intertwined hands to the bed.

 “You are so beautiful…” he said, leaning down to press his lips to yours, making you moan at the contact.

 “…the most beautiful birthday present...” he continued as he was kneeling in front of you, putting his hands on your thighs, sneaking them under your dress and slowly raising it to reveal your lace thong. He left a kiss on the hem of it, making goose bumps appear on your stomach. You whimpered at the feeling of his warm lips on your skin, wanting more of it instantly.

 “…that only I get to unwrap…” as he looked up at you, saying those words, you grabbed at the hem of your dress and removed it from over your head. Now you were almost completely naked in front of his burning stare, the only clothing piece on your body being the thong that Mason was now sliding down your thighs.

 His hands lightly made their way up your legs again, from your ankles, your calves, your thighs, up to your hips. You felt like he was worshipping your body, and that drove you crazy.

 You put your forefinger under his chin, making him look up at you.

 “Come here,” you softly told him, making him stand up, “you’ve still got too many clothes on yourself…” you added as you put your hands on his toned abs, he caught up on what you wanted and removed his black shirt.

 “You’re perfect Mase…” you said tracing his chest and collarbones, seeing a faint hint of blush appear on his cheeks,  “you really are…” you now whispered against the skin of his neck, kissing him there with open mouthed kisses.

 “Babygirl…” he groaned, “don’t tease.” he warned you, while he was unbuttoning his black jeans.

 “I wasn’t teasing…” you murmured, “I just find you irresistible…”

 “Lay down…” he told you sweetly. He wasn’t up for any games tonight, he only wanted to have you, to feel you, to love you.

 He completely removed his jeans and boxers and slowly made his way up your body, leaving wet kisses up your legs to your core. When he heard you whimper he went down on you, licking you, tasting you, moving his tongue slowly but with precise strokes, just as he knew you liked it.

 “Oh baby…” you breathed out, feeling already light headed, “…please don’t stop…” you moaned, while one of your hands tangled in his hair.

 It was when he heard the desperation in your voice that he started sucking on you clit, making you arch your back and grab at the sheets with your other hand. He had you seeing stars in a matter of minutes, bringing you closer and closer to the edge until the coil inside of you snapped, and you came on his tongue crying his name out loud.

 Once you came down from your high, you opened your eyes, finding a pair of brown ones staring down at you. You raised your head enough to kiss his plump lips, tasting yourself on them, moaning at the feeling. The kiss grew more passionate once again, pretty fast as you tangled both of your hands on the hair at the nape of his neck, making him groan as you pulled on it.

 He grabbed your thigh and moved it higher on his hip, and while that kiss never seemed to end he slowly pushed into you. Your mouth fell open as you felt his dick entering you with such a slow thrust, while Mason bit your lower lip moaning at the feeling of your warmth around him.

 He lazily started moving his hips, groaning at how good he felt inside of you. He was resting his weight on his elbows by your head, his hands caressing your hair while he thrust into you, finally finding a steady pace that had you whimpering.

 “You feel so good babygirl…” he growled, “…your pussy was made for me.”

 “Mase…” you whined, “yes, just like that…”

 Your senses were already in overdrive, his pace was steady but so slow it had you feeling every inch of him fill you up to the point it was almost painful.

 “Please Mase I need you to go faster…” you whimpered, looking him in the eyes.

 He looked down at you, with a look of concentration on his face, his clenched jaw telling you he was holding back.

 “Please Mase don’t hold back…I need you so b-“ he didn’t even let you finish as he attached his mouth to yours. His hips going at an unrelenting pace right now that made your toes curl.

 “Look at me baby,” he told you as he felt you clench around him, “I want you to keep your eyes open while you cum. I want you to look at me while I make you cum on my dick.”

 “Oh God I’m so c-close Mase…” you whimpered, struggling to keep your eyes open with all the feelings he was giving you.

 “I know babygirl, I’m right behind you…” he growled, thrusting his hips even faster while he chased both of your orgasms, “cum with me, now. Cum!” he ordered you grabbing your face in his hand, locking his eyes on yours. With a few forceful thrusts he pushed you over the edge and you came hard around him, your high triggering his own, as he came inside of you a moment later.

 You looked at him straight in his eyes as your high was making you tremble under him, a breathy moan leaving your lips as you watched his pupils dilate even more as he came, making his brown orbs turn completely black.

 He fell on top of you once he relaxed, his hand caressing your thigh that was still around his hip. You could feel his labored breathing calming down as your hand slowly went up and down his spine.

 “Happy birthday Mase…” you whispered in his ear.

 “Well that surely was a hell of a good one…” he yawned while he rolled off of you, “Thank you, you made this day really special y’know?”

 “I love you baby, I was more than happy to make it special for you…” you kissed him on his cheek as you put your arm around his stomach.

 “I love you too…” he mumbled while he was slowly drifting off, “so so so much…” he added as he kissed you on your forehead, falling asleep with his lips still on your skin.

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