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vivwritesfics · 2 months

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Hooked On A Feeling

Chapter Fifteen - Olivia's Better Birthday

Daniel is a Formula One driver, but, more importantly, he was a single dad to a wonderful little girl. He wants her to be a normal little girl, to have a normal social life, so he sends her to daycare. That was where she met Milo, her future best friend.

Milo's mother was incredibly stressed. She worked so hard to provide a good life for her son. But then he makes a new friend, a friend who has a hot dad (ofc they fall in love)

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Daniels backyard was transformed. It was every little girls dream. There was a huge banner tied to the fence which read 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY BADGER' in big bubbly letters.

Daniel had everything. There were two ponies in the corner, giving kids rides across the garden. There was a bouncy castle, a ball pit, one of those inflatable slides, every kind of food you could imagine and balloons everywhere.

"Wow," Y/N gasped as she put Milo on the floor. He immediately took off, running towards Olivia.

"You made it!" Called Daniel as he strode towards her, arms out stretched.

She fell into them. "I wouldn't miss it for the world," she said as Daniel squeezed her.

"Come on," he said as he grabbed her hand and pulled her into the house. Y/N looked around for Milo as she allowed herself to be pulled along, but he was too busy playing with Olivia.

Daniel pulled her into the kitchen. On top of the kitchen counter was a wide yet not very tall box. Unable to keep the grin from his face, Daniel pulled open the box, revealing Olivia's birthday cake. "Holy shit," she couldn't stop herself from whispering as she looked at the cake.

It was a Red Bull F1 car, that much was clear. It had the normal sponsors and a red number six on it. Smaller sponsors were things like Olivia's name and 'Olivia's sixth birthday' in small, golden writing. Inside of the F1 car, in the drivers seat, was a badger.

Y/N looked at Daniel. "She's gonna love it," she said as he placed the lid back onto the box, keeping it safe.

"This might be my proudest moment as a dad," he said and walked with her back out to the garden. "Now that you guys are here, we can actually start," he said as he opened the door for her.

"You waited for us?" She asked, unable to stop smiling. "You really didn't have to."

"Oh, I did," Daniel said. He led her to the other adults in the garden and abandoned her to go and stand in front of everybody. He clapped his hands and most eyes turned to him. "Hi everybody," Daniel called, his voice booming across the garden. "Thank you all for coming to Olivia's birthday party. We have games and pony rides and feel free to help yourselves to drinks. Parents we have drinks in the kitchen," he said and stepped away.

He made his way back over to the parents and joined Y/N at her side. "Can I get you something to drink?" He offered her.

"Danny, I need to drive Milo and I home," she said as he placed his arms around her.

But he shook his head. "Stay here with me," he said. "Milo and Olivia can have a sleepover and you and I can have a sleepover," he said quietly.

That was just a little too tempting. "One, just one," she said to him and Daniel disappeared back into the house.

Y/N looked around at the other parents and adults. Most of them she recognised from the daycare car park, some of them she recognised as Daniel's friend. "Hey!" Somebody called as they walked towards her. "Y/N, right?"

It took her a moment to recognise who was talking to her. "Hey Max!" She called as they greeted each other with a friendly, welcoming hug. "How have you been?"

When Daniel came out of the kitchen with drinks for him and Y/N in hand, she was talking to Max, who was introducing her to those she hadn't met yet. Almost all of the grid was there, introducing themselves and chatting animatedly. The only one missing was Charles, but Olivia was forcing him down the slide with her.

Lando spotted Daniel. He grinned at him and Y/N turned around. "Thank you, Danny," she said and took the drink from him. Daniel immediately put his arms over her shoulders pulling her into him as they continued to chat with his friends.

The other drivers smirked at each other. They already looked like a couple, and they all knew it wouldn't be long until were one.

A few hours into the party, it was time to bring out the cake. Max held Olivia on his hip as Daniel brought out the cake. "Uncle Max it looks like your car!" She called while everybody sang happy birthday to her.

She blew out the candles on the cake and a few of the drivers, including Daniel, formed an assembly line to get a piece of cake to everybody. Whatever was left over went into party bags, with Daniel leaving a wheel aside.

Music played and the kids danced around. Parents still stood and chatted, but Y/N and Daniel were behind them, gently swaying. Nobody could see them, they thought. But they wouldn't have cared if they could.

"Olivia made this playlist," Daniel said, Y/N tucked against his chest as a song from a disney movie came to an end. "She pretty much planned this entire party."

She looked up, not moving her head from his chest. "She's done brilliantly," she said as she looked around. It really was a spectacular party. She only wished she could give Milo something this grand.

Suddenly, a Taylor Swift song began playing. Y/N's eyebrows were furrowed as she looked up at a grinning Daniel. "This one isn't Olivia's music, is it?"

Daniel couldn't stop himself from laughing as he and Y/N began moving faster. "I'm a swifty," he confessed and Y/N just laughed with him.

"So, if I was in a room with Taylor, who are you choosing?" She asked, but the grin on her face showed she wasn't serious.

Daniel grabbed a hold of her chin and tipped her face towards his. "You every time," he said and kissed her.

After the cake the party was only an hour longer. He passed party bags out to parents as they grabbed their kids and started making their way out.

Y/N began clearing things up as Daniel said goodbye to everyone. He took a little bit longer saying goodbye to his fellow drivers, who wanted a moment to ask about Y/N. But he waved them off, wanting them to leave so he could have time with her.

As the slide, bouncy castle and ball pit were packed up, the ponies were put back into the trailer. Before the owner put them away, he gave Milo and Olivia a treat each to give to the horses. They were squealing as they walked away.

Once she had picked up as much rubbish as she could, Y/N started salvaging what food was leftover. She brought it into the kitchen as Daniel brought Milo and Olivia inside.

As soon as the party was cleaned up Y/N and Daniel worked on getting the kids ready for bed. Milo wore the clothes he had from the last time he had slept over. Olivia still wore her birthday crown once she was ready for bed.

But they didn't go to bed right away. Putting a few snacks from the party into a bowl, Y/N and Daniel sat with in the living room with the kids. Olivia and Milo shared the food, eyes fixed on the television, as Y/N cuddled up to Daniel.

"Today was amazing," she whispered as she laid against his chest. "You're a brilliant dad."

Daniel kissed the top of her head.

As soon as the movie was finished, they got the kids up to bed. Y/N kissed the top of Milo's head and tucked him in. He and Olivia were exhausted after the party. They were so happy, but so exhausted. "Momma," Milo said through a yawn. "Do you think I can have a party like Olivia's?"

Y/N stroked through Milo's hair. "I'll try, Munchkin," she whispered. They said a final good night and Y/N walked out of the room, leaving him to get some sleep.

She showered and got changed into the oversized shirt Daniel had provided for her. When she was done she returned to Daniels bedroom, where he was already ready for bed. She grinned as she wrapped her arms around him and kissed his cheek. "We haven't even had our third date yet. Are you sure this is appropriate?"

Daniel pretended to think about it. His hand was on her arm, finding any excuse to touch her. "Want to debate it over cake?"

That was how they found themselves in the kitchen, once again sat on the floor as they shared the circular piece of cake between them. "It's a soft tyre," Daniel explained as Y/N dug her fork into the black fondant. "You can tell by the red on it," he said.

Y/N licked her fork. "So what does a soft tyre mean?" She asked, and Daniel was only too happy to explain.

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summerlycoris · 5 months

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Puhpandas had a great idea recently (glitchtrapped Tony.) And I wanted to take a stab at the concept.

More specifically at the "What happens after." bit. Hint- Tony gets lost and ends up back near his old house.

Under a readmore because it could be triggering if you've been physically assaulted before. There's feelings in this that could touch on nerves.

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He'd traced his steps, along a familiar road. Now he stood on the street, facing his old house. He felt all dazed, and confused.

Why?

Everything hurt- his back, his stomach, his neck, his arms. And something bad had happened to him. His head ached, but not nearly as much as his heart ached.

'... Because it's not my home, it's their home, and I'm wanted no more…'

He couldn't go home. Because it wasn't his home anymore. It was someone else's now. He couldn't remember how to get to his Grandma's from here. He couldn't remember a lot of things.

(He didn't want to remember.)

What had happened? He'd gone to the pizzaplex? Gregory had been there?

Did someone jump me on the way home?

He knew what really happened. But he couldn't believe it- didn't believe it- it hurt too much- He could feel something poking around inside his mind. Something he'd been trying to ignore.

He didn't cry. Or sob. He just hurt.

Get out of my head get out of my head get out of my head-

He was on the swings suddenly, in the park that sat down between their street, and the next street over. He hummed a song absent-mindedly. One of those old songs that Grandma would play on her old record player. A song that his Mom sometimes sang along to.

I'm missing time? Did I got abducted by aliens?

Ellis would laugh with him about it next week, when they'd meet up at school again.

They used to play here a lot, when they were in elementary school together. Pretending the playground was a pirate ship. That the floor was a crocodile infested river- so you'd have to jump from circle to circle, never landing on the soft blue floor. Making the merry-go-round spin so fast, that they both would get thrown off it after a dizzy spell, and collapse to the ground laughing and carrying on-

It just made his heart ache more. His brain pounding against his skull.

He kicked his legs uselessly. He wasn't swinging. Not really. Just sitting. Just trying not to be still. He wasn't going anywhere.

The playground didn't have any lights that stayed on at night. It wasn't that kind of playground, where you'd need to worry about teens going there and doing bad things in the dark. This was a good part of town. Nothing bad could happen here.

The only lights were distant street lamps, and the starlight filtering down.

What time is it?

Tony had a watch. Had a watch- it was missing now. So was his entry pass to the pizzaplex.

Did someone mug me?

He also had a different shirt than he'd worn to school- a Bonnie longsleeve? Hadn't they stopped selling these? Where did he get it?

Did someone… reverse mug me??

The sun was starting to rise in the distance. He could understand why they'd given him a new shirt- his old one. That had... gotten stained, hadn't it?

How long have I been here?

His arms and belly felt weird. He lifted his shirt and sleeves to look at them. Well... He wasn't gonna stain his new shirt, at least. He stopped looking- it just made him feel queasy.

Lights were coming on in the houses, one by one. He could see a light on over at Ellis's house, through the back yard.

He could go there. And they could have breakfast together. They could pretend they'd had a sleepover together, like old times. Ellis could loan him a sleeping bag. A watch. A new head. And nothing bad would have happened to him and there would be nothing weird poking around in his head and his heart would stop aching and-

And Ellis's Mom was there. Standing in front of him.

How long has she been there?

He started a little, nearly falling backwards before clutching the chains tighter.

"Tony- It's okay. It's Olivia, do you remember me?" She had her hands in front of her, in a way that should probably have been calming.

He caught his breath, and felt panic start to ease out of him. He nodded. And she seemed to relax a little, too.

"Oh, good. Sweetie- listen. I've rang your Mom. She's on her way now. And so are the police. Okay?" She looked at him intently, and kneeled down in front of him. While he kicked his legs and stared off into the distant sky. The stars were going out.

"Tony? Did you hear me?"

"Um. Yes. Sorry Mrs Martinez."

He couldn't look at her. This is so embarrassing. Having to be picked up by his Mom like this. Had he and Ellis broken another vase trying to play skip rope indoors? That was a silly thing to do, Tony. You know better-

He could feel her eyes looking through him.

"Do you… want to talk about it, sweetie?"

He shook his head frantically, and choked out "No- no- no-"

"Hey, sweetie. It's okay. You're okay now. Everyone was so worried about you…"

Why?

She looked at him so pitifully. Had he said that out loud?

A car pulled up, on his old street. A familiar car. Mom's car.

And she was there. So quick, he'd barely seen her race up to him. He thought she'd grab him, and swing him around in a spinney-hug. She used to do that, when he was little.

Instead she stopped next to Mrs Martinez. It looked like she'd been crying earlier. She was still crying.

His head kept hurting. Pounding in a rhythm now. He couldn't take it much longer-

She couldn't get any words out. Mouth gaping open like a fish's would. But he could get the message- What happened to you?

He went to answer, but felt… sleepy. Really sleepy. He was gonna fall off this swing any second-

But he didn't fall. Instead he heard his voice talking to his Mom. It sounded strange to him. Like he was listening underwater…

"Mom, I… I lost track of time at the pizzaplex. It got dark, and someone h-hurt me when I was walking home… please don't be mad…"

He went to sleep as Mom pulled his imposter into a hug.

#five nights at freddys #fnaf #tony becker #this was originally part of a bigger project which is why it might seem disjointed #but it didnt fit. but i still liked this work? so it seemed a shame to delete it fully yeah #also- if this infringes on the au idea too much (im not sure how this stuff works?) let me know and ill delete it okay #on one hand- tonys alive? on the other hand- tonys miserable #ill write happy tony eventually maybe idk #summerly writes

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youcouldmakealife · 2 months

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SOTM: Vinny/Tony, Fourniers; one-trick pony

For the prompt: Dying for a Vinny/Anton update!

Thomas never had time for hobbies, not really. As a child, maybe, but the first time he volunteered to play goalie in house league he knew that was what he wanted to do.

He doesn't mean in a ‘with his life’ sort of way, though it was that too. More like every time he wasn’t actually on the ice, in the net, he thinking about it, practicing skills for it, working on his reflexes, his flexibility. Doing a hundred jumping jacks a day after a teammate’s older sibling told him it’d make him taller. He kept it up even after his coach told him that wasn’t how height worked, just in case he was wrong. Anything to get better.

It’s not that Thomas slacked on the rest of his life or anything — when he was at school he was at school, and when he was with friends, he was with friends, though he did make Meg shoot on him more than he probably should have, and when he was camping with his dad, he was in the wilderness.

But he never had enough ice time to satisfy him, never had enough teammates putting shots on him, never had enough time one-on-one with the Sudbury Wolves goalie coach that gave him some sessions as a favour because he was his teammate Zack’s uncle. Because Zack told him that Thomas had ‘it’.

And if Thomas didn’t have ‘it’ before those sessions, he did after, that edge that nobody else his age had. Advice on his blocker hand, sure, but more important things: on eating a clean diet. On prioritizing mobility above everything else. On what he could play through, and what he couldn’t, and if he didn’t know, to take that time just to be safe. That his mental toughness was as important as his physical toughness, and then some.

He had teammates who would sneak time during the long drives to games in the surrounding towns, entertained by Game Boys, books, Pokémon cards, but Thomas had a bad case of motion sickness he didn’t manage to shake until he was in Juniors, and spent so much time on a bus it started to feel stranger not being in motion. Besides, he was already thinking about the game ahead.

But lack of practice or not, Thomas probably should not be doing worse than two fifth graders at Pictionary. Right after he was worse than them at Just Dance — ‘Uncle Vinny, you’re supposed to be an athlete’ was said, and his feelings are still a little hurt. Also worse at baking cookies, apparently, though all three efforts tasted pretty good to him.

“Can’t you do anything other than hockey?” Vanessa said, so offhand he knew it wasn’t meant to sting, but, of course, it stung anyway.

Thomas doesn’t know how to explain being so focused on one thing impoverishes everything else, and he definitely doesn’t know how to do it in an age appropriate way. It’s good, he thinks, that they don’t understand — at their age he’d already started cutting away parts of himself that didn’t, couldn’t fit. He couldn’t join any of the after school clubs, or play any other sport above house league level. No sleepovers, except with teammates, because he had practice first thing on weekend mornings. At a certain point it was just hockey. It had to be.

Vanessa and Olivia can be anything they want to be. Maybe not literally — there was a point he remembers Olivia wanted to be a mermaid, and he doesn’t know how achievable that goal is, though he does know if he ever brings it up Olivia will furiously deny that ever happened and then refuse to speak to him for the rest of the day.

But they have Fourns and Chloe as parents, two of the most supportive people Thomas has ever met, and Fourns had a long, successful NHL career, so money isn’t a barrier either. They can try everything, do what they’re good at, what they enjoy, what they love. Which is dancing to Rihanna, baking cookies, and hurting a poor goalie’s feelings.

That night, Thomas brings his batch of cookies home with him, because the girls didn’t want them, and eats three standing right at the kitchen island. They’re perfectly good cookies. He doesn’t know what they’re talking about.

Anton comes downstairs when Thomas is on cookie three, hair damp from the shower.

“Good day?” he asks, then says, “Cookies,” before Thomas can actually answer him, shoving one into his mouth.

“Good cookie,” Anton says, through a mouthful of crumbs, squeezing Thomas’ shoulder on his way to the fridge. He doesn’t even notice Thomas beaming at him, too busy investigating, probably because last time Thomas went to the Fourniers he brought back half a cake and two pizzas. The Fourniers don’t do leftovers.

Thomas doesn’t know if Anton would have even played hockey if he wasn’t Vladimir Petrov’s son. It’s not exactly something that could ever be tested. Anton’s been surrounded by hockey his whole life: he literally sat in the Stanley Cup before he ever got a pair of skates. Hockey wasn’t just an option, it was the option.

Anton loves it, Thomas knows that — he wouldn’t have gotten this far if he didn’t genuinely love hockey. Wouldn’t put up with hearing ‘as the son of the legendary Vladimir Petrov…’ if he didn’t love it, or the teammates he calls immature idiots, like he didn’t get into an elbow-off with Thomas over who got the last pancake just last week.

He definitely wouldn’t put up with the media if he could avoid it, and he likes meeting fans more than he pretends he does, especially when they’re kids, but he likes his privacy more, and nobody gets much of that in Montreal, not if they’re playing for the Habs.

Even Thomas finds it a little overwhelming at times, and he not only gets recognised less than Anton does, he loves meeting fans. It makes it feel real to him, when sometimes the practice-game-flight-repeat lulls him into taking it all for granted. There’s only so much time left before it’s all over, and Thomas doesn’t want to waste it.

He’ll probably need hobbies in retirement. Scratch probably: Thomas gets bored when they go three days between games.

And retirement isn’t that far away, he knows — every contract he’s depending on the Habs still wanting him. The minute they don’t, his choice is going to be retiring or going somewhere else, leaving behind his city, his team. Tony, who’d probably take it pretty personally. And that’s if Thomas could even bring himself to do it. He doesn’t think he could. But without hockey, he doesn’t know where that leaves him. Here, he guesses. Making subpar cookies.

“How were the monsters?” Anton says.

“They said my cookies sucked,” Thomas says.

“What?” Anton says, immediately outraged on Thomas’ behalf. “They’re good cookies!”

“I thought so!” Thomas says.

Anton grabs a second cookie, taking a big bite out of it.

“Good cookie!” he says through another mouthful of crumbs. Thomas doesn’t plaster himself against him right then just because he’s afraid the cookie might choke him. He waits for him to swallow.

#fic snippet #thomas vincent #anton petrov #vanessa fournier #olivia fournier #SOTM

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luv-gukkie · 10 months

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cherry | 𖦊 : seven

pairing: yandere! park jimin x f. reader, yandere! jung hoseok x f. reader

genre: fluff || smut || non-idol au || yandere

summary: you’re the cherry on top of everything. the little girl in front of your parents; the gooody two-shoes of your family, friends, and everyone who knows you. so when you’re staring at the two bright, red lines on the pregnancy test. you know you’re fucked, you really do. especially when there’s not only one man, but seven.

word count: +1.3k

tags/warnings: unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap it up guys), a small peek at hoseok liking praises, creampie, squirting, basically stalking/ spying, soft sex?, size difference, jimin cares for reader (too much…), living room sex, hoseok umm…knows stuff~

notes: sorry it took a bit too long :’(

tag list: @bananamochidaisy @mageprincess7 @darkuni63 @princess-sunshyn @redeyezbloodymouth @bxcndd @iloverubberduckiez-blog

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"seo-jun, nice to see you again." jimin smiles at him, leaning forward in the chair. all seo-jun does is nod at his words before looking around the cafe, a questioning look on his face. "it's to blend in; it's loud enough to cover our conversation and too many people for somebody to notice us." seo-jun gives jimin a thumbs up before opening the menu, eyes widening at the prices for food and drinks. "eat whatever you want, i'll pay." he grins at the quiet man. after jimin orders what they both want to the waiter, he finally starts to talk about you. "so, tell me how is (y/n)? is she all right? has she been," he pauses at the thought of realizing he'll find out the truth, "um, seeing anyone?" seo-jun quickly takes out an ipad from his bag, opening up that file before handing the ipad to an impatient jimin. who looks anxious and sick at the thought of seeing pictures of you with someone else. it makes him wanna throw up but at the same time, he understands that if he wants to keep you to himself, he'll have to do whatever it takes. everything is normal; no sign of you with someone else or anything. you're just living your daily routine. jimin smiles at the pictures where he can see your face clearly, especially the one where you're smiling. seo-jun eyes him in curiosity, questions bundling in his head but he won't ask. jimin was never the type to do this. and he's known jimin for quite some time. so who are you, (y/n)? he wonders. noting the fact that jimin said they were fiancés, yet their situation seemed a bit too different for it to be like that. seo-jun watches the smile falter at one picture, "his name is nolan; he's in one of the same classes as her, he's 19, lives with a roommate in an apartment on-" jimin cuts him off, "yeah, i know him. i don't think i have to wo-", then a sudden memory comes flashing to him. how nolan stared at you all throughout the amusement park. "follow him." he says with a sweet smile that doesn't match with his eyes as the waiter places down their food.

"oh hobi, it my best friend's toothbrush. she stays over sometimes. we have the best sleepovers!" you cheer. hoseok face changes in a quick second,"aww, really? that's nice. so i'm taking she likes the color blue." you nod at his words, eyes switching back to the board game and pretending to think on how to gain another victory. "her name's olivia, right?" you feel your heart stop at the mention of her name coming out of hoseok's mouth. how does he know her? you've never mentioned her at all to hoseok. your body doesn't turn to face him, small sound of agreement to his question. "yeah, did i ever tell you about her?" you ask with a sweet tone that doesn't make hoseok suspect a single thing. "yeah, a while back though." he responds, lying to you. where does he know her from? you don't notice how hoseok walks right behind you, too deep in thought that it scares you when he kisses your ear. "how about we both take the victory for tonight?"

his question goes unanswered when he kisses you and lifts you up. your legs wrap around his waist as he takes you to the couch in your living room. your mind is still on the realization that you've never told hoseok about any of your personal things, not your friends or family. so how does he know olivia? your mind finally snaps when your underwear is being tugged off you, his hands caressing your legs as they slide off. "gosh, you're so pretty." his brown eyes stare down at you with that beautiful smile that, somehow, always makes your heart flutter. he kisses you on your forehead and then lips gently, before spreading your legs apart. hoseok grunts as he views your cunt, all wet for him. hoseok kisses your clit softly, before, without warning, furiously sucking on it. you moan at the feeling. your eyes roll to the back of your head after his tongue dips into your pussy. your hand finds its way to his hair, gripping his hair into a tight fist. hoseok continues to fuck your hole with his tongue, impatient to have your sweet essence down his throat. it has your back arching when he suddenly goes at a quicker pace.

"hobi!" you moan out as you cum on his tongue. he slurps every drop, ignoring your tugs of his hair when you try to push him because of how sensitive you are. his chin is dripping wet, but all he does is kiss you while his hands push his boxers and pants down. his tongue fighting dominance with your own, until he finally wins. hoseok makes sure you feel his cock at your entrance. he rubs it along with your slit and teases your hole with his tip. he snickers when you whine at him, "please hobi!" but he doesn't listen. you've finally had enough for of his little teases. you push your hips downwards and your hand grabs his cock before lining it up with your entrance and forcing it in. the both of you moan in pleasure, "such a feisty girl." he chuckles at your movements. his hips start moving and hitting your own with a hard pace, you're for sure that you'll bruise. it's something that can't happen, not when you might see seokjin or taehyung or any of the men. "ow, hobi!" you cry out a painful moan that convinces him enough to slow down. "shit, i'm sorry." hoseok pecks your forehead, then lips before going to suck your collarbone. you immediately pull him up to kiss his lips. taking one of his hands to touch your clit while his cock pushes past your folds over and over. "fuck, you're so tight." he groans once your lips finally let him go. your saliva covers his lips, and vice versa. you're so close to releasing, hand squeezing hoseok's shoulder while the other scratches his back, leaving a trail of pink.

you're cumming when hoseok hits your g-spot repeatedly. you have such a tight grip on him, he can't stop the moans that leave his lips in a hurry. the cum on his dick only makes it easier for him to move in and out of your cunt. you whisper words of encouragement to him, sweet words of nothing, moaning right next to his ear. you suck on his neck and collarbone, leaving small spots of red surrounded by your lipstick. "gosh hobi," you pant and sob at overstimulation before continuing, "you look so handsome like this, covered with my lipstick; my marks." his eyes roll back at your dirty comment that makes his face heat. hoseok's cum floods your walls, twitching inside of you as he thrusts through his high. he connects both of your hands, not slipping out of you, before bringing you into a hug. "see, it's a win-win." he laughs when you smack his shoulder. "what are you doing over the weekend?" hoseok asks. "i'm going to visit my family. i miss them, more than usual." he coos at your statement, "aww, that's adorable. but i was, uh, kinda hoping i could take you out?" he suggests, but then shakes his head, "maybe sunday?" your mind goes back to namjoon; you were meeting him on saturday and going to visit them on sunday. "i'm gonna be with them the whole weekend, hobi! sorry." he nods at you, "it's all right."

you fall asleep no later in his arms. when it's all quiet and he's sure you're asleep, "i know you're lying to me; olivia's been staying with her family since monday, a place five hours from here. so who's been here, huh, my (y/n)?"

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perfctvelvet · 10 months

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I'm so happy you're back! can I request Olivia Rodrigo x reader for Saturday sleepover.

Olivia/F!Reader

Content: smut (minors will be blocked), hook-up, tribbing.

The slow moving of hips made it this feel erotic and intimate. Olivia was vey apprehensive, Y/n could tell, but she was also moving her hips along with Y/n. But one thing she couldn't do was look down between her legs where her pussy met Y/n's. Y/n wasn't going to pressure her, but she couldn't stop herself from teasing her.

"It looks as good as it feels, Livvy," Y/n's breathy voice makes the brunette groan. She believes her 100%, but she's nearly too embarrassed to look. She feared she wasn't doing things right or wasn't satisfying Y/n, but she was wrong. "You're so wet that it's making me all wet. I love how you're making a mess on me. So wet and so pretty...makes it easier to rub our clits together, but it also creates the sexiest sound I've ever heard."

Olivia lets out a whimper at the description. She knows exactly what Y/n is talking about. The wet sounds coming from pussy on pussy is loud in her ears. It's a special feeling that can't be described in words, but in the way she grabs onto Y/n's thigh. It sends a rush through her that makes her eager to feel her high while Y/n's wet pussy is mashed against hers. It's music to her ears.

She's afraid to moan any louder than a desperate whimper, but in reality she wants to cry out as loud as she possibly can. Her clit is so sensitive and each bump against Y/n's sends electricity throughout her body. Her legs tremble so much that the Y/n has to hold her still.

When she finally looks down between her legs, their legs, she can't control herself anymore. It feels like someone is dousing her entire body with cold water. She shivers as the uncontrollable whimpers begin to fall from her mouth. If only she could see the look in Y/n's eyes, and the fire she feels inside of her seeing Olivia cum. Feeling her cum against her pussy is even better. Their wetness mixing together to drip onto the bed is Y/n's new favorite thing.

"That's it Livvy!" She moans as she chases after her own high. Seeing the brunette nearly crumble under her touch makes her feel powerful. She was able to put her full weight on her to push her back on the bed. Y/n was now towering over her as she roughly grinds against Olivia's sensitive pussy. "Such a good girl," Y/n coos as she lays there and takes it. It was too much for Olivia to handle but at the same time she didn't want it to end. It was heaven, even if it was overwhelming.

She's glad she didn't decide against this, to go back to Y/n's place and spend the night practically being used by an almost. She likes how Y/n, a friend of a friend of a friend, makes her feel. Y/n cums against her throbbing pussy, rendering them both completely spent. Olivia doesn’t know what comes after the hook-up part of a hook-up.

“Shit,” Y/n says as she pulls herself away from Olivia. It takes all of her strength for Olivia not to look between her legs and see what a sticky mess she is. She can feel it all over thighs and seeping down her ass. Y/n on the other hand didn’t seem to mind to look at what she caused. In fact, she relished in it. She seemed so used to things like this, Olivia thinks. The night never seems to end with Y/n.

“Give me five minutes and we can go again.”

#olivia rodrigo #olivia rodrigo/reader #f/f #f/f fanfic #olivia rodrigo smut

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gods-favorite-autistic · 11 months

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Rise of the Pink Ladies headcanons:

Richie and Olivia have definitely both had crushes on Gil and stayed up until like 3:00 am arguing about what was his best feature (Richie said hair, Olivia said smile)

Nancy once almost got expelled for trying to fight a kid after he called her outfit tacky (it was probably a thespian)

Whenever Jane stumps her toe she always just yells out a jumble of Italian and Spanish curse words

Nancy knows how to insult people in five different languages

Cynthia likes leaving notes in Lydias locker just so she can see her blush (she always manages to convince Edward to write them for her so nobody recognizes her handwriting)

Cynthia used to do gymnastics as a kid

Jane learned how to braid hair when she was 8 for Frenchie and now whenever they have sleepovers Jane braids Nancy and Olivia’s hair

Hazel and Jane can cook, Nancy can follow a recipe, Cynthia and Olivia cannot cook to save their lives

Cynthia keeps stealing Gil’s hair gel

Potato learned how to walk in heels after his little sister bet him that he couldn’t

Gil brings free sandwiches for the T-Birds whenever they have extras

Edward always either has impeccable handwriting or chicken scratch there is no inbetween

Potato makes up really long middle names for his friends

Richie and Olivia get sick really often and Hazel makes them soup

Baby Cynthia definitely had playdates with the baby T-Birds + Olivia at the Valdovinos house

The T-Birds smashed up Mr. Daniels car after Olivia ran away from the wedding

Nancy makes Hazel a dress with her favorite constellations on it

Hazel drags the rest of the Pink Ladies out stargazing with her (they really liked it)

#grease rotpl #rise of the pink ladies #grease rise of the pink ladies #rotpl #richie and olivia have the same taste in men and women #once cynthia tried to teach the t-birds how to do a cartwheel #many bruises were made that day

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consoledacup · 17 days

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Thoughts on 6x01, part 2

Okay, first of all, Mac is my new favorite character. I cheered at his last line. Totally missed the sleepover scene at first because I was celebrating. I'm so excited for Jordan's football conflict this season. Welcome, Mac!

Jordan's telling himself he doesn't want the attention Spencer is getting partly because he doesn't think it'll happen to him. So how is he going to feel when he actually does get the attention?? Loved how he named his jealousy and immediately supported Spencer after. I'm looking forward to what their dynamic holds this season.

Layla's arc is not going to be so clear cut. That was evident in the premiere. She's in for a rough, rough time. So here's my take on what's happening and how that's affecting the people around her/their responses.

She's acting herself in that lil scene with Patience, Spencer, and Coop. And then when the news announcement comes on, she's triggered. And every scene with her following, we see how differently she acts, depending on the situation. All of her lounge scenes has her incredibly on edge. Incredibly. That's why Ryan takes notice. And if out of her mouth is bodyguards this and Patience that, then it's not a hard conclusion to draw. Patience and Coop don't notice this because Coop is also focused on Patience, and Patience is convincing herself she's fine.

Jordan told Spencer he was meeting up with Layla for wedding planning, and who knows how she acted with him if they did actually meet up. They weren't talking about Patience, so she could've acted more or like her normal self. And if anything felt amiss, maybe Jordan would've attributed it to nerves about the opening.

Then Jordan sees Layla chew Ryan out and is immediately concerned. And to his credit, Ryan fills him in and asks Jordan for any more insight. From that point, Jordan's on Layla watch. And from that moment, Layla's sidestepping him.

We have Layla completely freaked out by Olivia's arrival. She is not okay!! And the way she hugs her from sheer relief is just so sweet but also really heartbreaking. Olivia is someone that's always made her feel safe, and she just keeps saying "you're finally home."

In their conversation, she's acting normally and listening to Olivia and filling her in about what she's missed. But again, any time Patience is brought up, it's hard for Layla to get the words out. Olivia's just so jittery to be back and happy to be with Layla, she misses it.

So you have Jordan coming in and checking in on her. But Olivia's there, and Layla uses their reunion as an escape. And that catch-up conversation with the twins makes more sense because Jordan's convincing himself about Layla and about football and the whole time confirming to Liv that yes, he's happy and things are good.

And because the concern came from Ryan, Jordan doesn't want to admit it's true. That's what he tells Spencer later on. Like, Ryan has to be wrong. For a plethora of reasons, Jordan wants Ryan to be wrong. It would ruin her big night if he asked her about it. He also still hasn't had an opportunity to talk to her.

To me, I don't think Jordan missed anything. I think he was hesitant to confront her and really wanted to believe she was okay and wanted to feel secure that she'd tell him if something was wrong.

And she would. They tell each other everything. The problem is she was lying to herself. She told Jordan as much when they finally get a moment alone. She named what triggered her and shared exactly what she was feeling. She didn't lie to him or keep anything else from him.

She didn't let him hold her. While that probably hurt him, he didn't let it phase his support. She just wasn't in any sort of headspace to hear his words. So he takes another angle and fills Patience in on everything. And Layla's not mad at him for doing that because she knows how much he cares about and loves her.

And then we have this gorgeous 4x01 parallel, but instead of the Baker twins and Layla, it's the entire Vortex. It was such a lovely ending moment. And of course, jordayla is right at home in each others' arms.

Yes, things are unresolved. We are going to encounter quite a bit of beautiful angst probably. But their love for each other hasn't changed. And personally, that's all I need to know.

#all american #jordayla #jordan baker #layla keating

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goldiipond · 4 months

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YOU WERE RECOMMENDED TO ME 🗣️‼️‼️

DON HEADCANONS PLS? THANK YOU SM 💫

OHH HELL YEAH I LOVE THAT I AM SEEN AS A GOOD SOURCE FOR DON HCS. i love him soo much no youdont even UNDERSTAAAAND how many thoughts i have. about don <3

these might be a bit all over the place bc im just typing them as they come to me but thats okay <3 also this got long. to no ones surprise

autism+adhd KING. he can pick a topic he's passionate about and just ramble on for hours. he can't sit still to save his life and is always tapping his feet or fidgeting with his hands in some way. basically he's 'if i stop moving at any point i die' and he's everything. to me

he's got poor volume control too, and often talks really loud without realizing it (projection <3)

definitely has some anxiety, and gets startled pretty easily. this is mostly based off the light novel chapter where he does this, but ray has gotten used to don instinctively clinging to him like a lost puppy

the most physically affectionate person you will ever meet. the gracefield kids unanimously agree that he gives the best hugs

BISEXUAL TBOY SWAG !!!!!!!!!!!!!

emma had the honor of giving don his first haircut after coming out, which was re-cut by isabella very shortly after

post-timeskip he wears a little bunny patch that the younger kids made for him with gillian's help. he always wears it right over his heart <3

speaking of which, he absolutely adores bunnies because they remind him of conny. probably owns several articles of clothing with bunnies on them and an army of bunny plushies. he wears bunny slippers at night <3

before coming out, him and conny both wore their hair in pigtails

i like to think olivia was like a big sister figure to him much like susan was to the trio, the very few bits of olivia characterization we get in light novels just make me think they'd get along <3 ithink michelle had a similar relationship with gilda and maybe anna as well

him and emma are BEST FRIENDS their dynamic is so fun to think about. they spend their time doing wild and sometimes dangerous shit just for fun and also coming up with new creative ways to mess with ray

norman+don friendly rivalry is soo real to me even if don is probably more into it than norman. post-canon he WILL finally beat norman in tag if its the last thing he does

has had a crush on ray for basically forever. him and conny picked a bunch of flowers in the forest for him one time but don was too nervous to ever actually give them to him

his and conny's beds at gracefield were right next to each other and sometimes conny would get up and crawl into his bed when she got scared at night <3

WOLFPACK TRIO BESTEST TRIO EVER ithink they have sleepovers a lot. ayshe's dogs love him more than anyone besides ayshe herself, and they tend to just sort of. dogpile on him. he's completely okay with it

tbh i think he would just really love animals in general. bunnies are of course his favorite but he will befriend any creature he can get close enough to

at like 18/19 him, gilda, ray, norman, and emma all get matching little bunny tattoos. may or may not have stolen this idea from the main kids' flapjack tattoos in toh <3

#skye's ramblings #HOPE TJIS SUFFICES im definitely forgetting a lot but. well. my disorders <3 #i fuckig love don i love talking about don he's so cool he's so fun. don ....#love that i was recommended for don hcs. i am the don guy this is true <3 #tpn #tpn don #hrts4kenny #shrimps squad

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pegasus624 · 2 months

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A plethora of random pink lady headcanons bc I miss them sm

Aka a big collection of most of my headcanons of the pinks

Jane laughs at everything, well as long as she’s in a good mood

Olivia loves writing poems, sonnets, limmericks, you name it, she likes writing them

Cynthia pranks all the pinks but Jane falls for them the most

Nancy always has extra fabric handy

Hazel is super sensitive (poor thing)

Jane has a dog, I’m imagining something with floppy ears

Or a calico cat

Either way, Nancy ends up making a little pink lady jacket for Jane’s pet

Nancy makes outfits for every occasion.

Cynthia has little prank toys that she sometimes uses on the pinks

You can’t lie to Jane. She can tell.

On the flipside she is pretty bad at lying herself

Hazel is ticklish. Actually all of them but especially Hazel.

The pink ladies do hand hearts with each other 100%

Cynthia is 50/50 on this.

Jane has the energy of a theatre kid but not at the same time

Honestly I just love the thought of Cynthia coming out and the pinks being accepting

Hazel already knew. She’s THAT observant.

Jane makes little aww noises whenever shes sees them together

Olivia honestly would just be the one to say “get a room.” or something

Jane laughs at her own jokes unapologetically

Hazel isn’t one for messing around with people but she does it on purpose every once in a while.

Jane is a hugger

Hazel sometimes dabbles in baking, but hates to admit it

Jane figures this out and immediately asks her to teach her

Nancy sometimes shows the pinks her designs, but only if she’s really proud of it/wants feedback

Olivia writes romance books and poetry

The pinks have the most wierd inside jokes

Jane and Hazel totally study together

So you know when Cynthia was like "We have one unshakable optimist, one cool cynic, one hilarious jokester, and one mad genius" and hazel is their "Logical one?" they sometimes call each other by those titles.

Hazel: I know you’re the hilarious jokester but now’s not the right time Cynthia: Shut up logical one

Jane: We can do this, I think… I’m just the unshakeable optimist.

Bonus Frenchy one: Frenchy has a tendancy to annoy the pinks whenever they are at the facciano’s for sleepovers but it ends up with them just chasing her away

#grease rise of the pink ladies

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thefae-journal · 3 months

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Request #1: can you write a fic about the pink ladies being suspicious because jane and olivia are acting weird and while they are at a soc party (that they crash) they see olivia and jane sneak off and then the pink ladies catch them making out in a hall closet (from anon)

Fandom: Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies Ship: Faccivinos pov: third person

word count: 1096 warnings: n/a

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Another Soc party at Dot’s house, and the Pink Ladies heard word of it in the hallway after third period. Of course, just like last year, they are going to crash it. It was Olivia’s idea, and Jane, surprisingly, agreed before Olivia could finish her sentence.

Last year, when Nancy brought it up that the Socs were having a party, Jane was uncertain. Hesitant. Then again, Jane is more confident now. Carefree. Different, thanks to the Pink Ladies. It has nothing, absolutely nothing, to do with Olivia. Or how close the two have been getting since their senior year at Rydell started.

The lingering glances. Their hands brushing for a brief moment, then retreating as if they remembered that they weren’t alone. Hazel, the most observant of the Pink Ladies, took notice and told Cynthia. Cynthia told Nancy. And now, theories spin among the three of what’s going on with Olivia and Jane.

“Are you sure this is a good idea? Didn’t last year turn out horribly?” Hazel asks, walking beside Nancy and Cynthia on the street towards Dot’s house while Jane and Olivia stay in front of them.

“For the Soc boys,” Jane chimes in. She tries to hold back her giggles, but lets them go, and Olivia’s own follows. The two lean into each other as their laughter echoes in the empty streets.

“Poor boys were locked away in the study after we spiked their drinks with castor oil.”

“You locking them in the study was genius, Olivia! Were you really a girl scout?” Jane asks, her fingertips reaching for Olivia’s, only achieving a light touch against her palm.

A smirk tugs at Olivia’s lips. “You’re looking at troop twenty-seven’s girls scout cookie champion—selling the most girl scout cookies for five years straight.”

That must explain Olivia’s determination during Jane’s student council president campaign and the desperate need to change Rydell, make Rydell fun for everyone and not just the Socs and populars and everyone else who didn’t feel like an outcast.

Although Hazel can’t see it, she can certainly feel it—the awe in Jane’s eyes as she gazes at Olivia. The energy oozes from Jane as it always does, to any of Olivia’s actions that she might find inspiring.

“How charming,” Jane mumbles into Olivia’s ear.

Her determination could be a result of her unbreakable loyalty to Jane. The way that Olivia never left Jane’s side. She fought for Jane beyond what her body and mind could take, even though the world was stacked against them—the possibility of a girl president leading Rydell.

And despite the quarrel that could’ve torn apart the Pink Ladies permanently, they mended things, and it was like nothing ever happened. They were back to being arm-in-arm, telling each other secrets at Pink Ladies sleepovers through whispers in the dark of Jane’s bedroom. Except… closer. Much closer than any of the other Pink Ladies expected. Almost, closer than friends—like Cynthia and Lydia, Hazel thinks.

When the two run off after arriving at Dot’s house, their hands clasped in each other’s, suspicion rises among the three Pinks.

...

Jane has never been with a girl before. Neither has Olivia. Not when it’s not normal, when society frowns upon it—two girls being more than just friends. Two girls existing in the way that a girl and a boy might.

Although Olivia and Jane often let their guards down just a little while around the other Pinks, mostly because of Cynthia, anywhere else, their interactions become more saturated. Olivia tries her best to keep her hands to herself and Jane tries not to gaze at Olivia like she’s a three-course meal at the finest five-star restaurant.

Alone, well, they finally let go. Breathe.

In one of many Dot’s closets that she has in her house, Jane and Olivia hide out, dodging clothes and jackets and hat boxes as their hands find each other’s waists and lips meet like they have so many times before in the safety of Jane’s bedroom on the weekends or sometimes after school. Outside, the Socs and what’s left of the Pink Ladies play their own kissing game. There’s laughter and music and groans, and all of that is faded in Olivia and Jane’s ears; they’re drowning in each other. Their own pounding heart beats and heavy breaths.

They forget, that even though they’re alone in this closet, they’re not alone in this house—this very giant house. And they forget the time that passes by. They forget that their kisses are forbidden despite how alive their collided lips make them feel. How Olivia’s lips stain Jane’s in red.

They forget that the closet door can open and light can shine in on them. An unwanted spotlight.

No longer shadowed in the safety of the dark, Olivia pulls back, and her hands fall from Jane’s waist.

“What? Why did you stop?” Jane asks.

Olivia clears her throat and gestures toward the now open closet door, Nancy, Hazel, and Cynthia standing on the other side stunned. Except for Hazel who’s smiling, her arms crossed.

“O-oh.” Jane steps away from Olivia and brushes her hands on the skirt of her dress. “We can explain.”

Hazel shakes her head. “You don’t need to. We made a bet the moment you two ran off. Cynthia and Nancy owe me milkshakes from Frosty’s now.” She says this with pride, a confidence that the Pinks rarely see in her.

“But we’re happy for the both of you. Surprised—” Cynthia starts, until Hazel cuts her off with her giggling.

“No, we’re not.”

There’s a beat of silence, one that’s kind of awkward, as the pair stand still in the closet, their looks moving between Hazel, Nancy, and Cynthia like they’re waiting for one of them to say something. If any of them have something to say. Or the trio is waiting for Olivia and Jane to say something. Denial of their actions. Frantic explanations, even though Hazel said not to explain because they already know. It’s clear, like the night sky on their walk here, and the night sky when they go home.

And when they do go home, they don’t have to hide it anymore. Not from the other Pinks. Relief settles in them at the thought.

“Okay. Well… we will, um, leave you to it,” Nancy says, then turns to leave, back to the living room. Cynthia follows closely behind, and so does Hazel after she closes the closet door.

Olivia and Jane are back in the dark, and they can’t help but laugh. Yet those laughs soon die down and end with a kiss.

#sorry i'm garbage at endings #rise of the pink ladies #grease rise of the pink ladies #pink ladies #rotpl #olivia x jane #faccivinos #olivia valdovinos #jane facciano #fanfiction #fanfic #writer

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vivwritesfics · 3 months

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Hooked On A Feeling

Chapter Twelve - Mr Ricciardo

Milo's mother was incredibly stressed. She worked so hard to provide a good life for her son. But then he makes a new friend, a friend who has a hot dad (ofc they fall in love)

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"So, tell me, why is it I have to wait for the neighbours boy to tell me that you've got a boyfriend?"

"Mum," Y/N tutted as she chopped the vegetables. "I haven't got a boyfriend, okay?"

Her mother sighed and she could picture her pinching the bridge of her nose out of frustration. "I've seen the clip. I've seen you kissing the man in the white suit."

Daniel, she was talking about Daniel.

"And, was that my grandson behind you? Do you know how heart breaking it is that this is the first time I'm seeing Milo?" Her mother continued.

Y/N rolled her eyes. But she was used to it by now, used to her mother berating her. "You've done this to yourself," she bit back. "You didn't want to support me when I was pregnant with Milo, so you don't have the right to know him." She pulled the phone away from her ear and ended the call.

She took just a moment to gather herself. Conversations with her mother always rattled her, but she couldn't bring herself to remove her mother from her life. Maybe one day she'd give her parents a chance to know Milo, she just wasn't ready for that yet.

"Momma," Milo called as he walked into the kitchen. He climbed into his seat at the table and placed his colouring book in front of him. It was a Formula One themed colouring book and Milo happily tried to colour in the Ferrari.

Y/N placed the vegetables into the pan with the already cooked chicken. "What is it, my little munchkin?" She asked as she sat opposite him.

Milo kicked his legs as he coloured in the number sixteen on the car. "Do you think Mr Ricciardo will take us to another race?" He asked.

Thank God Milo hadn't asked his mother why she had kissed Mr Ricciardo. He hadn't brought it up at all. But he had dragged Y/N away the moment Daniel had pulled away from her. And he had insisting on holding all of her attention on their way home.

She and Daniel hadn't had a moment alone since they returned home two days ago. They'd tried to text, but Y/N immediately went back to work and Daniel was training. Olivia was with her mother, so she didn't even see him when dropping Milo off at daycare.

"I don't know, munchkin," Y/N said as she pulled out her phone. "Would you like him to?" She texted Daniel as she waited for Milo to answer.

"No," he answered, and Y/N looked up.

She frowned at her son. "Why not, Milo? What's up, munchkin?"

Milo muttered something under his breath, something that Y/N couldn't hear. So she asked him to say it again. "I don't want you to date Mr Ricciardo, momma! You won't have time for me if you date him," he muttered under his breath.

Suddenly Y/N stood up. She walked around the stable and stood at Milo's side. "Oh, munchkin," she whispered as she knelt down beside him. She wasn't going to tell him about the text Daniel had just sent her, it would make him far too upset. "If your momma ever starts dating, she's not gonna have less time for you," she said as she pulled him close. "You'll always be my number one guy, even if I date Mr Ricciardo."

"Are you gonna date Mr Ricciardo?" Asked Milo as he swung his legs back and forth.

Y/N let out a sigh. "Mr Ricciardo has asked if I would like to go to dinner with him," she said as she stood up straight. "That means you get a sleepover with Livvy, and her grandparents are gonna look after you," she said and went back sorting dinner. "Are you okay with that, Munchkin?"

He thought about it for a moment. "Yeah, momma. Sleepover with 'Livia!" He cried and went back to colouring.

y/n (milo's hot momma)

tomorrow are you okay if milo stays with olivia and your parents?

daniel riiiiiciaaaardoooo

of course i'll let them know

She plated up dinner and placed on in front of Milo, putting his colouring book and pencils up on the counter. They didn't mention Daniel and Olivia for the rest of the night. As much as Milo said he was okay with it, Y/N still want' sure. So she didn't say anything.

***

She hadn't been out on a date since before Milo was born. Y/N didn't have any date clothes, which is why she went shopping on her lunch break.

There wasn't a lot she could afford, nothing too fancy. She searched through the shops for the entirety of the half an hour she had for a lunch break. It took a few attempts in a few different shops before she found the dress she'd wear out to dinner with Daniel.

It was black and fit to her body. She skirt was short, with a tiny, little slit on the side. Nothing like what anybody would expect to see her in, but she felt beautiful when she tried it on. It was going to be perfect for her date with Daniel.

It stayed in the back of the car while she completed her day at the office. It stayed in the back of the car when she picked Milo up from daycare.

She got Milo ready for his sleepover at the same time that she got ready for her date with Daniel. She showered as Milo packed away his toys.

For the drive over to his house, she was dressed down, wearing just her sweats. The dress only came out of her car when she and Milo walked up to the house. She kept it clutched tightly in her hands as they knocked on the door and waited for Daniel to answer.

"Milo!" He called the moment he opened the door.

"Mr Ricciardo!" Milo cried, attaching himself to his leg.

He offered Y/N a smile as she walked into the house. Immediately Daniel went to get Milo settled with Olivia while she went to the bathroom to get changed.

When she came out of the bathroom Milo was already comfortable with Olivia's grandparents, telling them his favourite facts about his favourite dinosaurs. He already had Rexy out and the beginnings of Jurassic park was playing on the television in the background.

"Munchkin," Y/N called softly from the doorway.

All eyes turned to her. At Daniels stare she felt herself become rather bashful. He muttered a 'wow' under his breath, but she didn't react.

But Milo still ran over to his momma. "Are you sure you're be okay here with Olivia and her grandparents?" She asked softly as she crouched down to his height (while still trying to keep herself dignified.

"Yeah, momma," Milo said. "Go and have fun." He sounded so grown up, she could have cried. She wrapped her arms around him for just a second before letting him run back to Olivia and her grandparents to tell them the rest of the facts he knew.

Daniel strode towards her and offered her his arm. "Shall we?" He asked. Looping her arm through his, she nodded her head, and they left the house.

She hadn't been on a date in so long, she had forgotten what they were like. Or, maybe no date she'd ever been on before was as good as this one.

Daniel was a perfect gentleman for the entire night. He opened doors for her, pulled out her seat for her, let her order whatever she wanted, and insisted on paying.

Dinner was incredible. The food was good, the drinks were good, and Daniel was even better. She tried to argue with him about the payment, but Daniel wouldn't let her. There was no way he was letting Milo's hot momma pay on the first date.

That night she confessed to him what her dreams were. It wasn't something she liked talking about, not since having Milo. It wasn't that she didn't pursue her dreams because of Milo, but she was a single mum who had moved across the country. She didn't have the time or the money for dreaming.

"I hate to say it," she began as they walked back out to the car, hands joined, swinging between them. "But I'm actually enjoying a night off from parenting."

"Don't feel bad," Daniel said as he pulled open the passenger door for her. But Y/N shook her head. Aside from her little comment, it wasn't something she wanted to talk about. If anything, she wanted to get back to Milo.

Daniel shut the door and climbed into the drivers seat. "Come on," he began. "We've got one more stop before we head home."

"We do?"

Daniel couldn't help the grin that crossed his face. He started the car and began driving, heading away from the restaurant. The further they drove the less busy the roads got. The city lights soon faded but Daniel kept driving.

It was only when they were in the middle of nowhere that he stopped. Out here they could see the stars. "Wow," she whispered as she opened the car door and stepped out. Her outfit wasn't really suited for the cool night air, and she wrapped her arms around herself as she leaned against the hood of the car.

"Have I told you that you look really good?" Daniel asked as he sat beside her. He placed his arms around her shoulders and pulled her into his side.

She couldn't stop her giggle as she allowed herself to rest against him. "Yes, Daniel. Several times." She looked up at the stars with her head on his shoulder. "Thank you, Daniel. You also look great."

He was in a simple pair of jeans and white shirt. But damn did it suit him.

She couldn't stop herself from grabbing his hand and tracing her fingertips over his tattoos. "Tonight has been amazing. I don't think I've been on a date since I was maybe seventeen," she confessed.

"We're gonna have to make up for lost time," he said, leaning his face closer to hers.

He was addicting, and she couldn't help but find herself drawn to him. Drawn in close enough to kiss him. His hand was cupping her cheek, fingers pushing stray hairs behind her ear.

Just like kissing Daniel the first time, it was amazing. He quite literally took her breath away. But neither of them wanted to pull away, not until they were desperate. Even then, Daniel still rested his forehead against hers. "Be mine," he whispered, his lips almost touching hers again.

She couldn't stop herself from stealing another kiss. "Not until I take you on a date, Mr Ricciardo," she said smugly.

Mr Ricciardo. He liked the sound of that.

#daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo fluff #daniel ricciardo smut #daniel ricciardo x reader smut #daniel ricciardo x you #f1 #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula one imagine #formula one x reader #formula 1 #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #dr3 #dr3 imagine #dr3 x reader

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rmlarson · 9 months

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Olivia Hawthorne’s best friend and a local Hayesville resident. She became fast friends with the outsider in elementary school and they’ve been as thick as thieves since. She is an only child and often left home alone while her mother works night shifts at the Lovelock hospital. Because of this lack of parental supervision, she has developed a reputation around town as a ruffian (often getting into trouble alongside Liv and Chris). Kathy is a kind and polite young woman but keeps her personal life guarded, choosing to go with the rumors of her sleazy behavior to keep strangers away despite them not being true. She has only had one romantic partner in her life, that being Bob McDaniel since the 6th grade. She is fiercely loyal to her friends and has lock picked them many times out of the holding cells in the police station. Her dream is to become a successful fashion designer and help her friends get out of Nevada.

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Name: Katherine Barnes

Gender/Sex: Female

Species: Human

Age: 23 years old

Height: 5′5″

Eye Color: Hazel

Hair Color: Sandy blonde

Skin Color: Peach

Occupation: Hayesville resident; Hayesville High School graduate; college sophomore

Spiritual Beliefs: Unknown

Alignment: Good

Likes: Bob McDaniel (boyfriend), Olivia Hawthorne, being called Kathy, picking locks to piss off Lund and the many business owners she hates, comfy bras, furry coats, leopard print fabrics, thigh high socks, skirts of all lengths, crop tops, fancy makeup brands, fancy fake nails, having sleepovers with Liv and doing her hair and makeup, showing off her body to make others uncomfortable

Dislikes: Willy’s Wonderland, Eloise Lund, Tex Macadoo, Jed Love, the elders of Hayesville who treat her rudely, being treated like an idiot, the kids who bullied her in middle and high school

Whereabouts: Hayesville, Nevada

Status: Hypnotized by Willy Weasel and slaughtered by Arty Alligator

#willy's wonderland #willys wonderland #willy's wonderland backgrounds #katherine barnes #kathy barnes #killer klowns au

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lizzybeth1986 · 3 months

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Discussing Love Lives at Savannah's Bachelorette Sleepover Party:

Penelope:

(Screenshots from Skylia's YouTube Channel, Liam playthrough)

Olivia:

(Screenshots from HR Gameplay YouTube Channel, Liam playthrough)

The MC also has the option to tell the other ladies not to pry, which Olivia is grateful for. Olivia's lines about Liam are the same across playthroughs.

Kiara:

In other playthroughs -

(Screenshots from Skylia's YouTube Channel, Liam playthrough)

In Drake's playthrough:

(Screenshots from the Skylia YouTube Channel, Drake playthrough)

Kiara is the only alternative LI whose answers differ based on playthrough, because in the Drake play she doesn't mention his name at all.

Madeleine:

(Screenshots from the Abhirio YouTube Channel, Hana playthrough)

#hana lee #olivia nevrakis #kiara theron #madeleine amaranth #the royal romance #essay series: trr's alternative lis

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hopusthebrainlessfloof · 8 months

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Welcome to the Blog!!

This is, in fact, another Koopalings ask blog. However, I also have the Koopa Kids, Broodals, and various other characters.

This is also a personal blog, so I'll post vents, rambles, art unrelated to the Koopalings, and more. You can search through the "answered ask" tag to see all asks I've answered previously.

Help me pay for food & bills!!

I would also check out posts under the "broodals sleepover" tag, a crossover of mine and @thekoopalingsandstuffs 's Broodals [which has a LOT of Broodal lore!]

See this (my Carrd) for my personal interaction info!!

Below are some helpful links for info on the characters:

Koopalings

Broodals

Koopa Kids

Misc Characters

Topper's Littlespace

Character Voices (Musical) (Non Musical)

Askable Character Masterpost

My timezone is America: New York / EDT, so if I don't answer immediately, I may be asleep!

Rules:

Don't pester me on asks (I'll get to it when I can)

Don't send repeated asks (multiple asks of the same thing), I'll delete the duplicates regardless if it's anon or not.

I'm more prone to quickly answer non anon over anon asks. This doesn't mean I won't answer anons, but I'll answer non-anons first.

Don't ask for NSFW requests, or asks regarding NSFW. (Check here for a definition of NSFW.)

Don't send pranks. Dares are alright, but don't expect the characters to do anything mean if I don't want them to.

Don't ask me to include your ocs for ask. (I can alternatively draw your ocs.)

Asks I don't want to do will receive the "nuh uh" button.

I take requests, but rather commissions. (DM me for info or check here for prices.)

DNI: FAKECLAIMERS, ANTIENDOS, TERFS, LGBTQPHOBES, RACISTS (AND SYMPATHISERS OF THE MENTIONED), NSFW, DD/LG, RELIGIOUS BLOGS, 13-15

Who can I ask?

Below is a list of people you CAN ask.

Koopalings (Ludwig, Wendy, Roy, Morton, Lemmy, Iggy, Larry)

Broodals (Topper, Hariet, Spewart, Rango)

Koopa Kids (Bully, Kootie Pie, Big Mouth, Kooky, Cheatsy, Hip, Hop)

Pets (Hopus, Chompletta, Miram, Chompkins*)

Toadstool

Dieter (none of the other BFFs, just him

"All questions" (Will include Olivia & Olly, Madame Broode, Bowser and Bowser Jr)

* They can't directly speak, but they can make gestures and such.

How can I contact you?

My DMs are open on Tumblr, and you can also get in touch via Discord. (My username is the same as here.)

Love you, tanks for reading, chu chu! ♡

#welcome to the blog #my blog #koopalings #koopa kids #broodals #ask blog #ask the koopalings and broodals #ask the koopa kids #ask the broodals #ask the koopalings

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nerdyvocals · 6 months

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I'll Cut My Hair (To Make You Stare)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/F

Fandom: Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies (TV)

Relationship: Lydia/Cynthia Zdunowski

Characters:, Cynthia Zdunowski, Papa Zdunowski, Jane Facciano, Olivia Valdovinos, Lydia (Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies)

Additional Tags: Fic Exchange, hair cutting fic, cutting someone's hair can be so sapphic, The Pink Ladies know, Sleepovers, closet makeouts, they deserve normal high school experiences dammit, minor language, meet the parents, first "i love you's", Cooking Dinner Together, what if I shove a bunch of tropes into one fic, who would stop me, hair is an important part of Cynthia Zdunowski's identity, Fluffy, Cynthia Zdunowski has sensory issues, Betaed

Language: English

Collections: Lynthia Fic Gift Exchange 2023

Stats: Published: 2023-10-02, Words: 7,610, Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Your appearance is the ultimate expression of who you are, and something as simple as a haircut can change your life.

(Title from "This is Home" by Cavetown.)

Notes: For penguinwritesbooks.

My only instruction was to have fun, and boy did I! Penguin, I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

When the ends of her hair touch the base of her neck, Cynthia knows it’s time for a haircut.

To be fair, there are other signs as well, many of which that come well before this point, but haircuts were a tedious chore, and the problem with these early signs was that they were easy to ignore. Cynthia liked her hair cropped short; a little shaggy around the ears, with bangs that fell just to her brow. Whenever her bangs encroach on her vision, it was a sign she needed a trim. But she could steal grease from the boys to push them back, and she wouldn’t notice. The next sign came when her ears disappeared fully under the mass of strands. But she could tuck the wayward locks behind her ears and forget their length.

The back of her head, however, was hard to ignore when overgrown. She didn’t pay it much attention at any other time. She couldn’t see the back of her own head, so why should she concern herself with what it looked like? But overgrown was another story. Overgrown meant itchy strands creeping under her collar, brushing across the nape of her neck, scuttling across her skin like phantom bugs, and sending horrible little shivers down her spine.

So when she woke to that familiar, creeping scratch, she knew it was time. But of course, the thought came along with the realization that she’d forgotten to set her alarm clock the night before, and now had a mere ten minutes to sprint out the door if she wanted to make it to school on time. Somehow, she didn’t think she could fit a haircut in that window.

Cynthia jolted out of bed with a start and flew to her closet, grabbing and shimmying into the first shirt and skirt her hands touched; a horrible clash of color and pattern that Nancy was sure to give her shit for later. From there, she hopped down the hall to the bathroom, pulling socks she hoped were clean over her feet as she went, vaguely aware of the phone ringing and her dad’s voice answering. In the bathroom, she squeezed a drop of Ipana onto her toothbrush from a tube that was long past the point of needing to be replaced. She scrubbed at her teeth for approximately three seconds before spitting the foam down the sink. Reaching for her comb, she spared herself a glance at her reflection in the mirror, and yeah, she definitely needed that haircut.

The sides of her hair almost reached her chin. Or at least the right side did; the left side was sticking straight up where she slept on it. Her bangs were long enough to be ruffled by a particularly strong huff of breath. She didn’t want to think about what was happening in the back at this point. If she had a hair ribbon, she wouldn’t be surprised if she was able to tie at least part of it up in the world’s worst ponytail. This was, without a doubt, the longest her hair had been in years. How had she let it come to this?

Continue reading on AO3

#it's been a month since the exchange began #I think it's probably safe to add this to my masterlist now #I hope you enjoyed!#grease rise of the pink ladies #rise of the pink ladies #cynthia x lydia #lynthia #rotpl #thesbians #grease rotpl #save our pinks

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