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[astonmartinii]

royally screwed | jack doohan social media au

pairing: jack doohan x fem royal!reader

head up king, your tiara is falling

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

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f1: that’s something both franco and the alpine mechanics won’t want to see back… the argentine takes both himself and his teammate out of the race!

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user1: i’m so sorry all the karma got directed to you franco i was aiming for flávio i swear

user2: idk what kind of voodoo protection that old man has but even my etsy witch can’t defeat it

user3: what if we ALL paid etsy witches?

user4: not gonna lie guys there’s an easier way to deal with this… it’s called a dark alley and a charging car

user5: oh?!

user6: honestly? valid reaction at this point

alpinef1team: we’ll get them next time!

user7: but who is getting YOU?

user8: sorry social media admin but i’m sad so i fear you’re going to have to hear about it

user9: how DARE you make jack do all of those stupid ass tiktoks and let me get attached :(

user10: making him do all of this social media stuff and didn’t keep him around long enough to finish his soft launch

user11: do NOT remind me

user12: it was so carefully planned and everything

user13: really? that’s what you’re angry about?

user12: let me live? i’m in mourning and thinking about his actual career will make me crash out heavier than the alpines today

user14: okay you have a point

user15: rip alpine you would’ve love jack doohan … oh wait!

user15: @alpinef1team CHOKE

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user15: oh WOW my comment collected some big likes

user15: oscar? yeah makes sense. daniel? cool aussie bromance. jack? obviously. y/n windsor? WHY THE FUCK IS THE PRINCESS OF ENGLAND IN MY LIKES?

user16: she has an account?

user17: it’s all her charity stuff mostly but she has been caught like sports stuff before lol

user18: y/n idk what kind of powers come with being a princess but i know you’re next in line so PLEASE GET JACK HIS SEAT BACK

user19: actually any seat will do we’re not fussy

user20: alpine… look at what you’ve made us

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yourusername and jackdoohan: surprise! jack and i have finally decided to make our relationship public as we continue to prepare to settle down.

we first met many years ago when i was on duty at the british grand prix and met a very charming boy who was racing in formula 3 at the time, and i have been smitten ever since.

i have supported jack in his racing and wanted to make that support public in these particularly tough times.

while i’m sure this is a big shock for you all, we ask that you continue to respect our privacy.

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user21: i’m sorry

user21: WHAT THE FUCK

user21: i can’t tell if this is helping my alpine induced misery or not

isackhadjar: HUH?

jackdoohan: you knew i was in a relationship ?

isackhadjar: i’m sorry but how was i meant to deduce that “my girlfriend y/n” actually means the princess of england

jackdoohan: do i not seem princely to you?

isackhadjar: do not try and set me up

isackhadjar: unless there’s some eligible royals who can get down with a freaky lil guy like me

yourusername: probably not best to frame it that way?

isackhadjar: yes, your grace! (am i doing it right i’ve only ever watched game of thrones)

yourusername: you can just call me y/n, isack

isackhadjar: OMG COOL

user22: so i thought this would excite me more but now im just thinking we could’ve gotten these type of reactions on film and in the paddock

user23: how do we know they’re not being filmed

user24: i’m in their walls

oscarpiastri: what?

jackdoohan: can i have the aussie seat after you win the championship pretty please ?

oscarpiastri: i am not answering that until you tell me how the fuck you ended up in the british royal family?

jackdoohan: can you not read anymore? y/n explained it pretty well in the caption…

oscarpiastri: i’m gonna need some more detail

yourusername: you’re more than welcome to come for some tea at ours oscar

oscarpiastri: AT THE PALACE?

oscarpiastri: i mean - yeah that sounds good to me!

kimiantonelli: ME TOO IM COMING TOO

olliebearman: i can’t believe you’ve not invited the only british rookie jack :(

jackdoohan: idk if you guys missed it but im not a rookie any more, im not even a driver

yourusername: enough of that, you can all come for tea and we’ll do some visits to the london hospitals while we’re at it

gabrielbortoleto: yay count me in!!!

isackhadjar: today just keeps getting better and better

user25: dropping this news to distract from the fact that he got dropped for the far superior driver

user26: i wouldn’t be surprised if his woman drops him for franco as well

yourusername: first of all, i am no one’s “woman” get that right and second of all, jack is the kindest, funniest and most gentle man in the world and you’d have to move heaven and earth to take him away from me

jackdoohan: i love you <3

user27: oop - she told yall

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kimiantonelli: yo this royal stuff is kinda crazy …

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user28: fomo has never fomo-ed this bad before

user29: the fact that she knew this would get a load of publicity so she used it for good >>

user30: and this is why she’s my fave royal !!!

yourusername: i hope you had a wonderful time kimi! thank you so much for joining us.

kimiantonelli: are you kidding? that was insane !!!!

kimiantonelli: and also it was very fun to meet all of the children

kimiantonelli: but can we please take the aston martin for a spin again ???

jackdoohan: kimi ???

kimiantonelli: like y/n didn’t tell us that you take her for drives in it all the time …

jackdoohan: y/n ???

yourusername: what? you’re an amazing driver and i love watching you do what you love!

user31: i wish alpine weren’t such FUCKHEADS i want this dynamic at silverstone so bad

user32: if they didn’t fumble this bad we could’ve gotten a monaco situ where she could’ve presented the trophies every year

user33: you could’ve shot me and it would’ve hurt less

maxverstappen1: hmm

charles_leclerc: hmmm

alexalbon: hmmmm

georgerussell63: hmmmmm

landonorris: hmmmmmm

carlossainz55: hmmmmmmm

lewishamilton: hmmmmmmmm

kimiantonelli: you guys good? sorry you weren’t cool enough to be invited

maxverstappen1: i’m literally an officer in the order of orange-nassau???

lewishamilton: IM A SIR?

lewishamilton: I WAS LITERALLY KNIGHTED BY Y/N?

yourusername: sorry gentlemen, you should’ve spoken up sooner. however, jack and i are hosting a charity ball between canada and the red bull ring?

alexalbon: IM SO THERE

alexalbon: i’m so there, security are telling me the ball is weeks away but im so there

charles_leclerc: YIPEE

georgerussell63: omg my first royal event… gasp!

user34: obsessed with how the grid get so excited about all of this

user35: max … asking to go to an event ???

user36: and to think we could’ve had it every weekend :(

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yourusername: it was such an honour to host this dinner to raise funds for the youth art network! so many children in our country are being pushed out of artistic fields because of the lack of funding, hopefully with these funds and the continued support from jack and i, we can help keep britain creative!

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user37: they’re actually so precious to me

user38: this is such a great initiative i’m so glad they do things like this with their money and time!

user39: i’ve honestly never seen jack happier

user40: good for him!!! making the best out of a bad situation - this probably also means he won’t be going back to f1, at least not with alpine

francocolapinto: jack might not be in this garage anymore, but i'd still love a visit from you

user41: ummmmmmmm… what?

user42: this is really not cool

pierregasly: let’s delete this while you can

francocolapinto: shooters shoot, isn’t that what you said?

pierregasly: yeah to a girl at the bar maybe, not a royal who is very clearly in a relationship

francocolapinto: i took his seat, i can take his girl too

yourusername: excuse me?

francocolapinto: you’re saying you can’t give me one chance to convince you of my worth?

yourusername: at this point you have one chance to convince me why i shouldn’t find the one legal loophole that means jack can kick your ass

francocolapinto: woah?

yourusername: there’s no charming your way out of this one, franco. jack has done nothing to you and yet you allow your fans to send him countless death threats and flirt with his fiancée openly. find some respect for yourself franco, you won’t be this young forever.

user43: HOLY SMOKES

user44: i can’t even get caught up on the way she snapped here because of the FIANCÉE mention

user45: no this bro must’ve been testing her patience because never in my life have i seen her snap at someone like that

user46: so valid from her though

user47: honestly i’d throw hands for less

jackdoohan: always an honour to just be at your side and help you achieve the wonderful things you do

yourusername: even when i accidentally reveal our engagement while having an argument on the internet

jackdoohan: especially then

yourusername: i love you!

yourusername: and i know doohan was a pretty cool name for merch before, but i feel like windsor could look pretty good on a car or a cap

jackdoohan: if it means i have a little piece of you wherever i go, sign me up

user48: aside from confirmation that he’s going to take her name - ON A CAR? doohan return confirmed ?

user49: they need to stop playing with my feelings so many times on one post

user50: so this might be a royal fuck up from franco right?

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f1: BREAKING: flávio briatore has been forced to resign from his position as team principal at alpine! princess y/n windsor and jack doohan attended the friday of the british grand prix where briatore was served by windsor’s legal team, who had found that the contracts given out by briatore were not legally binding. briatore left the paddock on the friday evening long before windsor and doohan, who were seen with a number of team personnel from across the paddock. Colapinto will complete this race weekend but his future with the team is now up in the air.

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user51: one moment of peace and quiet in f1, that's all i ask

user52: i can't even go to sleep without waking up to five breaking news graphics

user53: honestly? if they were all like this i wouldn't mind it...

user54: jack and y/n being in the likes is so funny to me

user55: babe they're not just in the likes, they were there in person to deliver the news

user56: i knew flavio should've been worried when the relationship was revealed... those royals WILL have the best lawyers

user57: i mean i only just found out that flavio is/was jack's manager?

user58: HE WAS JACK'S MANAGER?

user59: i know their lawyer was just as bamboozled as us

pierregasly: CAN I PLEASE GET A DRINK? PLEASE?

user60: bro it's only friday ...

pierregasly: I HAVE NO TP? I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT'S HAPPENING WITH MY TEAM?

jackdoohan: our bad!

pierregasly: no yall did what you had to do but i was hoping i could maybe get a bottle of something top shelf for my troubles

kikacgomes: and maybe a horse ride at the palace ???

charles_leclerc: can leo meet the corgis???

lewishamilton: u.k. met gala when?

jackdoohan: oh so i get engaged to a princess and suddenly you all want to be my friend?

pierregasly: WOAH ignore all of them, we're the victims here!

yourusername: at this point, if we can turn it into a charity event, we can do whatever you want

maxverstappen1: this is a dangerous precedent

maxverstappen1: and i'm willing to find the limits

user61: i'm having visions of the f1 grid at a royal wedding...

user62: does max know he can't wear skinny jeans to a royal wedding?

maxverstappen1: please refer to my last comment

user63: does he know that the secret service can shoot him on sight if he does wear them?

maxverstappen1: HUH?

jackdoohan: that's true... they told me themselves!

yourusername: jack...

jackdoohan: i am protecting the dress code of our future wedding!

kimiantonelli: i guess you could say he's royally screwed

kimiantonelli: ????

kimiantonelli: i thought it was funny :(

kimiantonelli: no worries guys y/n told me irl she thought it was funny

kimiantonelli: WAIT

kimiantonelli: I SAID NOTHING

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jackdoohan: jack WINdsor at your duty! i've been given a second chance at my dream, but i wouldn't be here without my family and my amazing fiancee. i promise i'll make you proud.

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user64: i WILL not cry about this

user65: i tried not to but BABY JACK

user66: i think people forget how young he still is :(

yourusername: i'll forever be proud of you, my love. no matter what

yourusername: however, i think the palace would look extra dashing with some trophies ...

jackdoohan: for you? anything

yourusername: oh my charming boy, i'm not sure i want to share you with f1 again so soon

jackdoohan: but you will come with me won't you?

yourusername: to be without you is a thorn in my side

user67: FUCK ME THEY'RE SO CUTE

user68: i love them so much

user69: i don't think yall are ready for the level of paddock fashion we're going to get with a literal princess...

user70: wait - what happens when as inherits the throne?

user71: i think jack would have to retire

user72: WHAT?

user73: that's just how the royal life is

jackdoohan: and i'll do it

yourusername: i appreciate the concern everyone, but my mother is in good health and has many, many years left as queen

user74: jack doohan/windsor first kilf (king i would like to fuck)

user74: i've been blocked by y/n ????

user74: AND JACK?

oscarpiastri: you got MARRIED WITHOUT US ???

jackdoohan: once again, can you not read a caption?

oscarpiastri: oh lol.

oscarpiastri: i just saw windsor and started yelling at my phone

user75: obsessed with how jack having a f1 seat is actually great for the british government

user76: diplomatic relations are on the UP because government officials come to races to meet and talk with y/n

user77: and the fact that they both still find time to do charity work in each country they go to.. they’re so precious to me

yourusername: i never thought i'd be planning a royal wedding around the formula one calendar, but there's a first for everything

jackdoohan: but a summer wedding is so cute?

yourusername: i know, my love

yourusername: but flower picking via face time has been a struggle

jackdoohan: i know whatever you choose will be perfect

jackdoohan: just like you

yourusername: i love you, sweet talker

jackdoohan: i love you too sweetheart

fin.

note: as you can tell I AM NOT HAPPY. i like franco but justice for my queen jack. updates for you all, other side of the moon chap 7 is about 80% done so that's exciting !!!! hope you are all good despite the many many horrors lol xx

[uceyliyahh]

GUARDED

summary: Genesis has been protecting her heart ever since she filed for divorce and didn’t want to be in another relationship until he came around and changed her mind.

this fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

warnings contain: emotional abuse, divorce, depression, fighting, masturbaiton, unprotected public sex, sexual harassment, mention of blood.

word count: 9.5k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

smut warning: it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ���🏽 smuts but I am improving at the moment

Jimmy Uso x Genesis

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

thanks to my friend @charmed-dreamssss for helping me with the title 🫶🏽

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3 weeks after Crown Jewel Kansas City, Missouri - 9:30AM

Sunlight streamed through the curtains, while birds sang cheerfully outside. Genesis and Jimmy were peacefully slumbering in their shared hotel room. Jimmy needed his rest before his interviews with his twin brother regarding their tag team title defense, and Genesis was looking forward to spending time with Jade, Liv, and Jackie later on.

Genesis was the first to stir from her sleep, her eyes fluttering open as she rubbed them to clear her vision. She glanced around briefly, only to find Jimmy nestled against her chest, his arm wrapped around her waist, snoring contentedly.

She carefully took her phone, trying not to disturb Jimmy, and glanced at the time—nine thirty in the morning. Knowing he needed to be up by twelve thirty for his afternoon interview, she made an effort to slip out of his hold and head to the elevators to prepare breakfast for both of them.

Understanding his nature, she realized he wouldn't easily release her grip as he pulled her closer in his slumber. Genesis let out a heavy sigh, fully aware of how possessive he could be. As she lay there, scrolling through her social media feed, she stumbled upon a message and voicemail from Zilla that sent a chill down her spine due to his ominous threats.

She made an effort to remain unfazed, reassured by the thought that Jimmy would always have her back. It was at that moment she noticed Jey's name flashing on her notifications.

Brothaa💪🏽📍: sooo wyaaa?

She chuckled at the message 

Gigi🤍: still In bed with yo’ clingy ass brother who won’t let me go fix us something to eat before yalls interview

Brothaa💪🏽📍: just push him off that’s what I do

Gigi🤍: then what? Yk how he gets in the morning especially when he’s horny Josh

Brothaa💪🏽📍: aye mans be brick up in the morning and first thing he wants is some coochie from his girl just saying sis 😭😭

Gigi🤍: men I swear 🙄

Brothaa💪🏽📍: yk he loves you Gigi 

Gigi🤍: ofc and I love him too but he needs to get his big ass up or imma let him starve 🙃

Brothaa💪🏽📍: big boy gotta eat but I’ll you down here hopefully he don’t keep you up there 😭😭

Gigi🤍: probably will we will see in a few minutes but hopefully I’ll be down there 😀😀

She glanced down at Jimmy, who was peacefully slumbering while clinging to her waist, reluctant to let her go. However, hunger gnawed at her, prompting her to make one final attempt to slip away without disturbing his rest. As she finally freed herself from his firm embrace, she quickly wrapped her silky robe around her and snatched her phone, noticing Jimmy stirring slightly in his dreams.

She laughed softly at him, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek before stepping out the door. As she approached the elevator, she pressed the button and waited for it to arrive. While waiting, she scrolled through her social media feed, eager to catch up on the latest stories and updates from the wweshaderoom page.

As she did so, a voice called her name, drawing her gaze to the figure approaching down the hallway. It was Bianca. They embraced warmly before stepping back from each other.

“Hey girl! I see you snuck out to get something to eat too huh.” Bianca said as Genesis chuckled at her.

“Yes girl, he wouldn’t let me go and I was not about to give him some coochie on an empty stomach.” As the elevator chimed and the doors slid open, Genesis and Bianca stepped in together, eagerly pressing the button for the lobby.

“I know that’s right, I bet you five bucks they finna be texting us in a minute as soon as we leave this elevator.” She said.

Genesis was well aware of Jimmy's possessive nature, particularly when she was not around. The moment she distanced herself, he would transform into a wild creature, desperate for her presence. She shared with Bianca the message Zilla had sent her the previous night while she and Jimmy were nestled together in slumber.

Bianca urged her to inform Jimmy promptly, as he needed to take charge before the situation spiraled out of control. However, she hesitated to share the news, fully aware of Jimmy's unpredictable nature and his willingness to go to drastic measures, even if it meant resorting to violence against Zilla.

She was baffled by his inability to let go and seek out another partner, instead of relentlessly pursuing her and putting her life in jeopardy when he could easily be with someone willing to move on.

The elevators chimed as she and Bianca stepped out, chatting animatedly about the sight of everyone in the lobby enjoying breakfast together. She made her way to the catering area, preparing plates for herself and Jimmy to take back with her before heading to the elevators.

While she was preparing their plates, she sensed a gentle tap on her shoulder. Turning her head, she was greeted by Jade, who stood there beaming with a smile.

“So girl, when was you gonna tell me you fought Trinity?” Jade asked.

Initially bewildered, Genesis suddenly realized that her conflict with Trinity stemmed from jealousy over how Trinity was all over Jimmy, which infuriated her deeply.

“Oh, girl whenever Jimmy wasn’t all over me.” Genesis joked as her and Jade chuckled with each other, “I’m surprised he let you out instead of getting your back broken into two.” Genesis gave her the middle finger immediately while rolling her eyes.

“Girl, that nigga can wait for some coochie. A girl needs to eat and so does he. Before his interviews later on today we got everything planned for our girls day or what?” Jade nodded her head.

“Yess we got a lot of things planned you gotta spill everything about you and Jimmy girl we need to know everything.” Genesis was aware that her closest friend was eager to learn all the details about her budding romance with Jimmy; they had officially been a couple for nearly a month now.

Genesis and Jade finished preparing their plates, engrossed in conversation about their plans for the girls while Jimmy was off with Jey for interviews. Meanwhile, Genesis couldn't shake off the unsettling feeling from Zilla's threatening messages and voicemail that had come through the night before.

She hoped he would stay away and not disrupt their girls' day by causing a scene, harassing her for spending time with his cousin instead of him. To her, he was not intriguing; rather, he seemed desperate for something unattainable, and his attempts to take it from her left her feeling traumatized.

As she stacked her plate atop Jimmy's and approached the elevators, pressing the button and waiting for the doors to slide open, she sensed someone standing beside her. It wasn't until that person spoke that she acknowledged their presence.

“You must be Genesis right?” Carmelo said.

She turned her head towards his direction, “yeah I’m Genesis who’s asking?” Genesis replied.

“You must not know who I am, I’m Carmelo but everyone calls me Melo.” She gave a slight nod, forcing a smile that didn't reach her eyes, silently wishing for the elevator doors to open quickly to escape the impending conversation with him. “You single?”

And there it was.

“No, I have a man. He’s waiting on me.”

He raised an eyebrow at her, “he’s a wrestler?”

What’s with all of the questions?

“Yes, and that’s all you need to know.” As the elevator chimed and the doors slid open, she stepped out, with Carmelo trailing closely behind her, while she pressed the button for the third floor.

An awkward silence enveloped them as Genesis shifted uncomfortably behind him, silently wishing he wouldn't pose any more questions for the rest of her stay, but her hope was dashed almost instantly. “I wonder how a pretty woman like yourself is down here by herself.”

“I was fixing him and I something to eat.”

“He couldn’t? Me personally I would’ve let my girl sleep while I go fix us something to eat.” What was his deal? And where was he getting at?

“Well that’s you Carmelo, my man is different and he needs to eat.” She wasn't subtly suggesting that Jimmy was her partner, yet it appeared that Carmelo was eager to meddle in her affairs.

He snickered, “he's probably ugly and not better looking than me.” With a dramatic eye roll, she signaled her disinterest in continuing the conversation. As they reached the third floor, she stepped out of the elevator ahead of him, striding down the hallway and taking a left towards the hotel room she shared with Jimmy.

As she pulled her key card from her pocket and unlocked the door, the sound of running water from the bathroom indicated that Jimmy was showering. Suddenly, she felt a playful slap on her ass, causing her to spin around and find Carmelo grinning at her mischievously.

“The fuck is yo’ issue? Don’t fucking touch me again or I won’t hesitate to get my nigga bro.” Genesis spat.

“Whatever little girl, see you at work.” He responded while walking past her.

With a dismissive laugh, she strode into the hotel room, firmly closing the door behind her. She set the food down on a nearby table before shedding her robe and clothes, making her way to the bathroom where Jimmy was waiting.

As she entered, the scent of his body wash enveloped the bathroom, enticing her closer. She pulled back the shower curtains and stepped in, wrapping her arms around his waist, making him flinch slightly at her unexpected embrace.

Jimmy begins to say, “Girl, don’t do that. Scared the hell out of me.” 

“My fault baby just wanted to surprise you.” Genesis replied with a smile on her face.

Genesis gazed in awe at his striking features, his hair slicked back and glistening with droplets of water cascading down his physique. He turned to her, his hands gliding down her hips, gripping them with a firm yet gentle touch.

“And where was yo’ fine ass at? leaving me like that.” She chuckled at him while trailing her fingers down his tattooed chest. “Was daddy looking for his baby?”

He leaned down to place a soft kiss on her lips, “hell yeah I was looking for you princess, tryna run from this dick huh?”

“Ain’t nobody running baby, I was fixing us some breakfast downstairs. I ain’t scared.”

With a mischievous grin, Jimmy held her legs tightly around his waist, pressing her body against the icy shower wall, where she could sense his arousal pressing against her.

She held onto his neck tightly as he showered her neck with soft, lingering kisses that trailed down to her chest, eliciting soft moans from her at his unexpected caress. “J-Jimmy, Baby.”

“What mama? Can daddy get some hm?”

“You know I’m not gonna deny you, but I want us to eat first before the food gets cold.”

“A’ight then lil mama, we can do that but afterwards imma fuck the shit out of you.” She smiled and nodded while they shared a playful shower, exchanging kisses and flirtatious glances throughout.

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Jimmy and Jey sat side by side during their interviews, engaging with numerous people about the tag team division in the company and speculating on who might seize the titles from their grasp.

During their conversation with the fans who had inquiries, one fan posed a question to Jimmy.

“Jimmy, do you have a special person in your life right now?” The fan asked as Jimmy and Jey looked at each other.

He truly did, and Genesis was his one and only, the girl who brought a smile to his face every single day they spent together.

“Yes, I do have someone special in my life right now besides my twin brother.” Jimmy replied.

“What is she like?”

Jimmy smiled, “she’s like a breath of fresh air and she calms my spirits down whenever I’m upset about anything and would always be there for me. She's a quiet person that keeps to herself and I loved that about her.” Everyone in the audience was awed at his response about Genesis, which was true that he loved her dearly.

“Do you get to see her everyday and is she pretty?”

He chuckled at the fan, “of course I get to see her everyday and yes she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever been with.” As the interview progressed and more questions about the tag team division were answered, the fan settled in, while Jimmy's thoughts drifted to Genesis. He wondered if she needed anything while spending time with the girls.

Despite the overwhelming thoughts of Genesis swirling in his mind, he remained determined to keep his focus and uphold his professionalism during the interviews and questions.

Once the interviews wrapped up, Jimmy made his way to the locker he shared with Jey, eager to address the issue plaguing his sweats. The thought of Genesis weighed heavily on his mind, feeling like it might just be his undoing. As he approached, he unexpectedly collided with Carmelo, and they exchanged a knowing glance.

“My fault dawg.” Just as Jimmy was about to turn and leave, Carmelo spoke up, grabbing his attention.

“Aye, you know Genesis right?” Carmelo asked.

He raised an eyebrow at him, “yeah, why?”

“She bad as hell ain’t she? Can’t believe someone had cuffed her up.” At this moment, he has captured Jimmy's complete focus, prompting a smirk in response to Carmelo's remarks about Genesis. “Yeah, she is bad as hell. too bad someone did cuff her up.”

“Man who you telling the way her ass was jiggling in that robe of hers I had to tap that.” The moment Jimmy admitted to licking the bottom of his lips while chuckling, his facial expression shifted dramatically.

Why didn’t she tell him about this?

“You wanna repeat that pretty boy?”

“What? That I tap that as—“ before he could even finish the sentence Jimmy delivered a fierce slap to his face, making Carmelo stagger slightly, his expression twisted in anger. “Yo! The fuck is yo’ issue?”

“I’d fucking trend lightly when it comes to my girl dawg, you got me?” That’s when Carmelo realized that Jimmy was indeed Genesis' boyfriend. 

“That’s yo’ girl uce? Genesis is your girlfriend?” He asked.

“Hell yeah, that’s my girl and you over here being desperate for her when she’s already taken so you better move the fuck around.” Carmelo wasn't one to back down, but given their public setting, he needed to maintain a professional demeanor with her.

“Man, whatever dawg.”

He clicked his tongue at Jimmy before striding off, leaving Jimmy to exhale heavily. Frustration simmered within him, both from anger and a longing for Genesis, who was out with her friends, and he didn't want to disturb her night.

As he entered the locker room, he swung the door shut behind him and sank onto the sofa, tugging down his sweatpants and boxers. His impressive eight-inch member sprang up, brushing against his stomach, with pre-cum glistening at the tip.

He seized his phone, approached the camera, and hit record as he slicked his hand with saliva, rhythmically stroking himself while leaning back into the sofa, lost in thoughts of Genesis.

He imagined her hands gliding up and down his shaft, or the sensation of him thrusting into her throat until she could barely handle it; the thought alone drove him wild. “I miss you baby, fuck.” He emitted a low groan as vivid images of her enveloping him filled his mind, the sensation overwhelming him completely.

He found himself lost in memories of her riding him passionately, her cries of his name echoing in his ears as she pleaded for more, completely consumed by desire—Jimmy cherished the way she would soothe him, gently caressing his head during moments of discomfort and exploring every inch of his body with her tender touch.

He moistened his lips and pulled them in as he hurried along, his hand moving swiftly, leaving his legs trembling with weakness.

“Fuck, baby. Daddy misses you so much.” His body went rigid, and his legs shook with anticipation as he imagined all the things he longed to do with her upon her return.

As he quickened his pace, he could feel himself growing firmer in his grip, his thumb smoothly caressing the tip. A moan escaped his lips, calling out her name, while his body trembled, almost causing him to lose hold of his phone.

His eyes snapped open as a wave of tension gripped his stomach, signaling that he was just moments away from reaching his peak.

“Genesis, oh baby. fuckk.” He whispered softly while quickening his steps, feeling his muscles tense yet staying motionless.

Jimmy's mind was entirely occupied by Genesis, the girl he adores and treats to lavish outings. The one he passionately loves every night, holding her legs high as he hears her call out his name, tears of pleasure streaming down her cheeks. His beloved Genesis.

In the depths of his mind, he could hear her voice echoing back, “you gonna cum for me daddy?” With him responding in a low but deep tone, “y-yes mamas, I’m finna nut baby. Daddy is finna nut for you.” He moaned with a low growl escaping his lips.

He heard it again, “I wanna have your babies daddy, I want them all big daddy.” In that moment, his body reacted as powerful waves of warmth surged from him, sending him into a dizzying state of ecstasy. “Genesis, shiiit, Gigi baby.” A soft whimper escaped his lips as he came down from his high. Jimmy's breaths grew labored, his heart pounding as he sensed the heat emanating from his body.

He halted the video recording and promptly dispatched it to Genesis without a moment's pause. As he placed his phone down, he felt the sticky residue on his hand and thighs, prompting him to grab some paper towels for a quick clean-up. At that moment, a knock echoed from the locker room door.

“Yo! Uce! You good in there twin!” Jey hollered behind the door.

Shit All he could focus on while tidying up his chaos was ensuring it didn't look like he had just indulged in a moment of self-pleasure moments before.

“Yeah! I’m good Uce! I’ll be out there in a few!” Jimmy adjusted his sweatpants and boxers as he heard his phone start to beep.

When he grabbed it he had seen that Genesis liked the video he had sent along with a message.

Gigi🤍: daddy misses his baby?

He smiled at the message before replying back.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: I miss you baby daddy wants his lil girl home 😩

Gigi🤍: I’ll be home daddy that was a lot coming out from you

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: I’m sexually frustrated baby 

Gigi🤍: ik daddy just be patient for me please 🥺

He despised the way she kept him waiting when all he wanted was her presence right then and there, and he truly meant it.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: how long you gonna be out? You need me to send you some money?

Gigi🤍: I won’t be out for that long baby and maybe to get my nails done and toes so you can suck on em while you’re bending me up like pretzel 🙂‍↕️

The image of her contorted like a pretzel as he ravaged her sent a rush of desire through him, reigniting his arousal.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: lil freak aren’t you baby? I’ll send some over 

Gigi🤍: I’m a lil freak for you daddy you brought that side out of me 

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: mhm sure did princess got me all bricked up at these interviews baby

Gigi🤍: lemme see

Jimmy lowered his sweatpants and boxers, watching as his erection sprang to life before he quickly pulled his sweats back up.

Gigi🤍: hmm daddyyy it’s so big 

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: you can take it like you always do Gigi

Gigi🤍: might run from it

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: and I might have yo’ ass bent the fuck over with those arms behind yo’ back if you do don’t run from me 😈

Gigi🤍: okay daddy okay I promise but I’ll be home soon okay I love you

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: I love you too baby 

As Jimmy slid his phone into his pocket, he opened the door to find Jey standing there, phone in hand, looking up at him expectantly.

“You good?” 

“Yeah, I’m straight c’mon let’s go.”

—

Rockstar Nails & Spa - Nail Salon Kansas City, Missouri. - 5:30PM

Genesis and her friends were at the nail salon, pampering their nails and toes while sharing some scandalous gossip about the other girls, revealing secrets about who was secretly hooking up or about to be let go.

As Genesis sat lost in thought, her mind kept drifting back to the video Jimmy had sent her, where he was pleasuring himself and whispering her name—his longing for her was palpable during her absence, and she cherished that devotion, knowing that most men wouldn't show such care for their partner like Jimmy did.

Amidst the haze of Jimmy's moans and groans, she caught Jade's voice calling out to her, prompting her to shift her focus towards Jade.

“Girl, you’ve been so quiet lately. Is everything okay?” Jade asked.

“Yeah, I’m okay girl. Just thinking right now.” Genesis replied with a reassuring smile.

“About what? Yo’ nigga? Is Jimmy missing you right now?” She could easily make a comment like that, fully aware of her best friend's curiosity about her and Jimmy—Genesis nodded in agreement.

That’s when Jackie chimed in, “Gigi, is the dick bomb or what? I heard from a lot of girls in the locker room saying how that Samoan dick is dangerous.” Every girl in the room turned their gaze towards Genesis, anticipation hanging in the air. Her cheeks turned a deep shade of red as she averted her eyes, grinning widely while the girls collectively gasped in surprise.

“Gigiii, is that dick really good?” Bianca asked.

“Oh my god, yes it’s like the best thing ever Binky.” Genesis reacted, her thoughts swirling with the memory of their passionate encounter on the bed after breakfast this morning.

As she cried out his name with fervor, her legs draped over his shoulders, he drove into her with such intensity that she erupted in pleasure, soaking him completely and leaving a damp mark on her underwear.

His voice echoed in her thoughts, asserting its presence over her. “this my pussy baby, this shit belongs to daddy c’mon squirt on me some more baby let it all out.”

His deep, raspy voice guiding her through it left her utterly undone. “There she goes mamas, look at you making a mess all over me this morning fuck baby.” It had her rubbing her thighs together.

“I see Jimmy has been putting in that work he got our girl glowing like a damn Christmas lights.” Genesis rolled her eyes and shook her head in disbelief. The memory of Carmelo's earlier slap on her backside lingered uncomfortably, igniting a fierce urge within her to retaliate and express her frustration.

Bianca begins to say, “so Gigi, personal question. Do you and Jon want to have kids?” Genesis looked back at her with a smile on her face.

“Yes, of course. We talked about it all the time in the middle of the night when we couldn't sleep. We already have names covered, you know, just deep conversations.” She said.

For some time now, Jimmy has expressed his desire to have children, a sentiment that blossomed after Cody introduced him to her. She believed he would make an excellent father, yet lately, he has been taking risks by not using protection and relying on Plan B afterward, which has left her feeling anxious.

She had kept silent about it, unsure of how to approach the topic, so she decided to let it be until she felt prepared to discuss it. She had been considering getting birth control to allow him the freedom to climax inside her whenever he desired, but she was still uncertain if she was ready for that step.

The idea of being pregnant again filled her with fear, making her hesitant about having more children. The painful memories of her experience with Quincy and the heartbreak of losing their first child weighed heavily on her. The stress and physical pain she endured due to his lack of commitment haunted her, leaving her terrified of the prospect.

“Has marriage been talked about during those late night conversations?”

Marriage.

a healthy marriage.

Genesis nodded her head, “it has every once in a while but that’ll happen sooner or later.”

Genesis desired Jimmy as her husband, yet she was filled with fear. She wasn't entirely ready for marriage or motherhood due to her past experiences, but she also worried that if she made him wait, he might walk away, and that was something she couldn't bear.

“You don’t believe it’ll happen?” Jackie asked.

“No, I do. It’s just you guys know I’ve been through a lot and I just don’t wanna move fast with this you know? I love Jon a lot but ion wanna rush into anything.” Genesis replied.

“Of course girl we understand completely, I hate the fact that Quincy messed that up for you and then with  Zilla around acting all crazy and shit I see why Jon is so crazy about you.”

Yeah he was indeed crazy, crazy as hell at that.

“Did I tell yall I ran into Carmelo this morning? That nigga was flirting hella hard with me and slapped my ass too.” The girls gasped while looking at her. “For real? Does Jon know about this? Because he will beat his ass.”

She shook her head, “I haven’t told him about it yet, ion like seeing him all angry.”

“We understand but that’s his job to feel angry because some dude is tryna hit on his girl so of course that will be his first reaction.” They weren’t wrong, it was his job to protect her from anyone and be there for her especially if they do things like that.

Can you really fault him? He's already contemplating harming his cousin, and who knows what he'll do to Carmelo if he discovers the truth. As the gossip continued to swirl, Genesis noticed Jimmy's name flashing on her notifications.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: Gigi

She texted him back.

Gigi🤍: yes? Why does it feel like I’m in trouble 😭

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: you not but why you ain’t tell me that Carmelo fat head ass was flirting with you?

Gigi🤍: I told you how I am with telling you stuff like that

Jimmy❤️‍🩹:  and I told you, you can’t be hiding stuff like that from me Gigi

Gigi🤍: I’m sorry 😔 

She felt bad for not telling him about it this morning. It just slipped her mind completely.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: I’m not mad at you baby 

Gigi🤍: you promise?

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: yes baby I just need you to communicate with me more aight?

Gigi🤍: okay 🙂

Jimmy❤️‍🩹:  yall almost done?

Gigi🤍: yeah I’m getting my toes done rn and I think you’ll like em 🙂‍↕️

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: hmm can’t wait to see yo’ cute ass 

Gigi🤍: me too I miss you and the girls are over here gossiping 😭😭

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: you’ll see me baby just have fun with yo’ girls aight

Gigi🤍: okayyy see you boo I love you

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: I love you too mamas 🫶🏽

Genesis set her phone aside, having caught Jade speaking to her.

“Was that Jimmy? He misses you huh?” Jade asked.

“Yes, he misses me.” Genesis replied.

“Oh girl if you wanna be with yo’ man go ahead.” Genesis laughed softly, shaking her head as she watched her friend getting a pedicure; she found it unbearable when her best friend playfully teased her.

“He can wait.”

“The more he’ll wait the more he’ll pound you into the bedsheets.” Genesis had hit Jade on her shoulders while feeling her face being flushed all over again. “Oh my god, bitch you’re so annoying.”

She chuckled at her best friend, “what? I’m just speaking the truth Gigi, I know he be having you screaming from the top of your lungs.”

Genesis covered her ears like a little kid not wanting to hear any more of her best friends' shenanigans at the moment.

As Genesis concluded her interview with The Alpha Academy, she reached for her phone and walked toward the camera to check her makeup. Just then, she heard someone calling her name from behind. Turning around, she spotted Carmelo approaching, prompting a deep sigh from her.

With her arms crossed tightly over her chest, she shot him a piercing glare that conveyed her disapproval. “What’s up Melo?”

“Nun, little girl. Was just checking you out.” Carmelo said as he had a cocky smile on his face.

“Checking me out? You know I got a nigga right? He’s crazy.” Carmelo chuckled at her while placing his hands over his hips.

“Yeah, his big Samoan ass ain’t gonna do shi. I’m just tryna talk to you shawty.” This situation was becoming increasingly awkward for her. What gives the guys from the NXT roster the impression that they can waltz in here and act however they please?

“Well ion have nun to say to you Melo, I got things to do.” She was being completely dishonest to dodge a conversation with Carmelo, who was merely flirting with her as she tried to leave. Just then, he caught her by the arm, halting her in her tracks.

“C’mon shawty why you being like that?” Carmelo questioned her as she yanked her arm away from him.

“Nigga because I have a nigga? What the fuck else do I gotta explain to yo’ stupid ass that I have a nigga?” Genesis rasped as she felt herself getting irritated by the second.

Just as he was about to speak, he noticed Jimmy approaching from behind Genesis, his hand resting possessively around her waist while she gazed up at his towering 6'3" frame.

Carmelo felt Jimmy's gaze cutting into his very being, leaving him shaken to the core.

“Everything good over here mamas.” Jimmy asked as he placed a soft kiss on her lips.

“Yeah, I was just about to head out to get something to eat until Melo over here wanted to talk.” As she looked up at him with her innocent, doe-like eyes, the way he gazed down at her with his alluring stare sent a rush of warmth pooling in her panties.

He shot a quick look at Carmelo before turning back to her with a grin that was anything but innocent; it was the kind of smile that screamed 'I’ll take you out if you don’t stop chatting with my girl' as he tousled his hair.

“He wanted to talk huh? Was it important if not you can get to steppin dawg.” Genesis sensed the palpable tension in the air as they locked eyes, each gaze heavy with unspoken words.

Carmelo scoffed at him, “we was just talking dawg no need to get protective.” 

“That’s my job as her man to protect her so I would advise you tread lightly you got me?” As Carmelo turned away from the couple, he rolled his eyes in exasperation. In that moment, Genesis stepped in front of Jimmy, embracing him by wrapping her arms around his neck.

His hands gripped her hips tightly as he looked down at her petite frame, while she rose onto her tippy toes to press her lips against his.

“You look sexy being all protective and angry baby.” Genesis complimented. 

“I do huh?” Their faces hovered just inches apart, with their noses gently brushing against one another.

“Yeah, you do. And I know you’ve been waiting patiently for me.” She kissed his lips while he responded to it. “Hell yeah, got me out here waiting and shi with these fools tryna flirt with you ion like that you belong to me.”

She showered him with additional kisses, sparking an intense make-out session that surrounded them both. Their lips intertwined slowly and passionately as Jimmy tenderly lifted her thighs, guiding her onto the nearby equipment box, settling himself between her legs.

His hands slid down to cupped her ass cheeks with a squeeze pressing his stiff member between her legs.

Their tongues twirled playfully within each other's mouths as Genesis nibbled on his lower lip, tugging it back before diving back into the kiss, blending their warm saliva together.

“I’m sorry daddy.” She murmured between his lips.

He smirked before speaking, “you gon’ be sorry when I fuck this pussy up huh?” He murmured back.

His voice resonated with a deep, gravelly tone as he spoke to her, igniting a wave of desire that left her feeling more aroused than ever before. He kissed a path from her lips to her jawline, descending to her neck, where he suckled gently, claiming her as his own. A soft moan escaped her lips as she wrapped her legs around his waist, surrendering to the moment.

“Where you want it huh? Right here ain’t nobody coming.” She had never engaged in public intimacy before, and the mere thought of being discovered sent her anxiety soaring to new heights.

But she loved the danger.

She playfully tugged at his waistband, urging him to remove it, while she slid down her pants and panties, revealing her glistening wetness in the light, signaling that she was fully prepared for him.

“Hmm, nasty as fuck mamas. Wanna do this shit out in the open.” Without hesitation, Jimmy entered her slick warmth, driving his hips deeply as she clung to his neck for balance.

“Fuck, this pussy wet as fuck baby.” Jimmy grunted.

“Yes, right there Jimmy. Right there.” Genesis moaned softly.

“Right here baby? Huh?” He teased her as she experienced the sensation of him pressing against her cervix, making her arch her back in ecstasy.

He pressed his lips to hers again, the kiss fierce and passionate, their teeth colliding as he thrust into her with an intensity unmatched. He quickened his rhythm, the sound of his hips crashing against her thighs reverberating through the corridors.

He explored various depths within her slick warmth, as she softly whispered his name, meant solely for his ears.

“This my fucking pussy ain’t it princess.”

“Y-yes, fuck Jimmy. This is all yours baby.”

“It’s mine?” He plunged deeper into her, pushing her to the brink as waves of ecstasy clouded her thoughts. “Yess, Daddy. It’s all yoursss.” Hearing her whine through his thrust satisfied him deeply.

At that moment, she could sense the head of his member pressed firmly against her cervix, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her, while her nails clawed into his skin, eliciting a sharp hiss from him, though he welcomed the pain.

Their foreheads touched as they locked eyes, his lips brushing against hers before he pulled back, both of them captivated by the sight of his shaft gliding in and out of her, her creamy essence enveloping him, making it effortless for him to thrust deeply.

He effortlessly encouraged her to embrace her wild side, never imagining they would end up making love in the very workplace they shared.

At that moment, they heard footsteps approaching, prompting Jimmy to swiftly cover her mouth with his big hand. He moved slowly, his face conveying a silent warning. Fortunately, they were hidden from view, the sound of someone chatting on the phone masking their actions.

With deliberate intent, Jimmy thrust deeper into her, eliciting a gasp as her eyes rolled back, overwhelmed by the sensation of her own arousal.

After the individual departed, Jimmy released his grip from her mouth, leaving her in a daze, her lips parted in shock as he walked away, rendering her utterly speechless.

She repeatedly tightened and relaxed around him, eliciting a soft grunt from his lips.

He encircled her throat with his hand, gazing deep into her soul as he witnessed her unraveling before him. For a fleeting moment, it seemed as if she were floating on cloud nine.

“You so dangerous mamas got me out here fucking you like a slut.” Jimmy growled. “You my slut baby?”

“I’m your slut daddy, I’m your good slut daddy. Shit daddy.” Genesis managed to breathe out.

“Nobody can’t fuck you like I can baby?”

“You do it the best daddyyy, nobody can beat this pussy up like you do. Fuck I love you Jimmy.” She sensed her abdomen clenching as the waves of pleasure surged closer, the climax approaching rapidly.

He kissed her lips, “I love you too mamas.” He was rotating his hips, skillfully stimulating her g-spot repeatedly until she could no longer handle it, tapping on his shoulders for a break.

“Un-Un, you gon’ wait until I tell you cum you hear me.” He rasped, causing her to whine at his request.

“Dadddy, I can’t take it anymore.” She whined.

He gave her left ass cheek a smack while he gripped her throat a little bit tighter not trying to hurt her but to show off his dominance. “Take this fucking dick like you been doing baby. And hold that shit.” His voice lowered several tones as he spoke, thrusting deeply into her.

He thrust powerfully into her, her moans resonating around them, overshadowed solely by the thunderous impact of their bodies meeting with intensity.

The air thickened with an intoxicating aroma of longing, and as tears cascaded down her cheeks, she craved freedom. Consumed by emotion, she loosened her hold on her legs, trying to push him away from her waist, only to be met again with the sharp slap of his hand on her left thigh.

“Un-Un don’t fucking run now, c’mere and take it.”

“Daddy please, please please. Can I cum baby?” Her desperate plea for him to allow her to completely surrender herself to him ignited a thrilling desire within him.

“Keep begging for me baby, tell daddy how much you loved this dick I want everyone to know who you belong to.” He plunged into her on the apparatus, experiencing the familiar surge of desire as he approached the height of ecstasy. “Jimmy!”

“I love it so much Jimmy, this is best dick I ever had daddy please let me cummm.” She was on the edge of madness, her fingers digging into his back, drawing a quick gasp of pain from him, but he appeared completely unaffected by it. “tell me some more baby.”

She lost it, “fuckkkk I love you daddy, I love this dick soo much daddy. cum inside of me daddy please fuckk.” A rush of feeling washed over her as it smoothly wrapped around him, warmth flowing down her legs, her body quaking beneath him—overcome and drained.

With every forceful push, his actions grew more erratic, a deep growl rumbling from his throat as he savored the feeling, rivulets of sweat streaming down his back and chest.

The air surrounding them was an intriguing mix of warmth and chill. She held him close as Jimmy withdrew from the kiss, nestling his face into the gentle curve of her neck. “I’m about to fucking nut Gigi, shit I’m about to nut. Lemme cum inside of you.”

“Yes daddy cum inside of me, fill me up with your nut.”

“Mhm, lemme fill this pussy up baby.”

He leaned his head back, his eyes swirling as he pushed into her, his hold strong around her neck.

“Oh, F-fuck. Gigiii fuck.” A low, primal groan escaped his beautiful lips as he felt his warmth surge forth in thick streams, completely filling her as she clung to him with fervor.

He entered her gently, ensuring that none of his essence escaped before withdrawing, observing the mingling of their fluids—he buried his face in her neck, breathing heavily as their chests rose and fell in unison.

Her body quivered with excitement as she clung to his waist, savoring his soft, wet kisses on her neck. She caressed her thighs to calm her racing heart—his lips journeyed from her neck to her jawline, finally meeting hers in a passionate embrace. They shared a moment of bliss before gently parting, their foreheads resting against one another.

She looked into his eyes innocently biting the bottom of her lips.

Jimmy begins to say “Fuck, you too fucking pretty for your own good baby.” He said. “You would look so good having my kids, but I know you don’t want that right now. I'm sorry this is becoming a thing.” He apologized.

Genesis shakes her head cupping his face with her small hands, “it’s okay, I’m not mad at you. I wouldn’t mind having your kids one day but for right now let’s just focus on us first.” 

“It just feels good to nut inside of you, I wanna keep filling you up with my nut.”

“I know you do, but we can’t keep making this a habit. It'll mess up my ph balance, especially taking them plan b pills, be scaring me too.”

He gave a nod as he adjusted his sweatpants and boxers, assisting Genesis in doing the same, her body unsteady after their recent workout.

He grasped her perspective, wishing to ensure she felt at ease with their actions, while also aiming to concentrate on their mutual growth.

“A’ight then baby, lemme go run to the store to get that pill okay?” Jimmy said.

With a playful chuckle, Jimmy assisted her to her feet, noticing her wobbly knees. He scooped up her belongings and lifted her into his arms in a bridal carry, striding confidently toward the exit.

—

Kansas City Marriott Country Club Plaza - 10:45PM

As Jimmy lounged on the bed, engrossed in his TV show, Genesis lay beneath the blankets, blissfully unaware and softly snoring after a long night.

She lay nestled among the pillows, her body curled on her stomach, as Jimmy gently massaged her back in soothing circles, allowing her to drift into a peaceful slumber. While he watched TV, the sudden buzz of his phone interrupted the tranquility, prompting him to reach for it and check a text from his twin brother.

He unlocked his phone while seeing what Jey wanted at the moment.

Twin⚡️: yo twin

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: what’s up?

Twin⚡️:  why the fuck is Carmelo on Instagram talking shit 

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: what’chu mean?

That’s when Jey had sent a screenshot from Carmelo’s instagram story saying how he would crack Genesis if she wasn’t with that Samoan bitch and that made Jimmy feel some type of way.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: he must’ve thought this shit was a game he don’t know how crazy I can get 

Twin⚡️: say the word and we’ll jump his ass I got his hotel room number 

Jimmy glanced at Genesis, who was nestled in a serene slumber, then shifted his gaze back to his phone—he realized she would be disheartened to find him missing from their bed when she awoke.

But he wasn’t finna let some NXT bitch talk shit about her or him period.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: c’mon let’s go and hurry back before Genesis wakes up being pissed at me.

Twin⚡️: aight bet

With that, Jimmy rose from the bed, sliding his phone into his pocket as he glanced over at Genesis to ensure she was sound asleep before he quickly donned a shirt and slipped on his slides.

At that moment, he noticed Genesis stirring in her slumber, rolling onto her side, the blankets snugly wrapped around her form.

As Jimmy quietly closed the door behind him, he took hold of the card key, careful not to disturb Genesis, who was still asleep, while he noticed his twin brother making his way down the hallway.

They exchanged friendly daps before embracing tightly, then released each other as they strolled towards Carmelo's hotel room.

“Is Gigi sleeping?” Jey asked.

“Yeah, she was asleep before I left. I pray she doesn't wake up all grumpy.” Jimmy replied as Jey chuckled at him.

“Aye twin, that’s yo’ girl dawg. You can handle her grumpiness.” His brother was right; Jimmy was capable of managing her emotions, even when she was hurt by his departure without a word.

They veered left, making their way down the corridor towards Carmelo's hotel room—Jimmy was serious about Genesis and how these guys at work were trying to hit on her whenever she was alone.

As they reached the door, Jey pounded on it while he and Jimmy stood poised, eager for a confrontation. When Carmelo finally swung the door open, he was met with their intense stares, as if he were a target waiting to be hunted.

“The fuck is yall doing here?” Carmelo questioned them.

Jimmy and Jey exchanged glances before turning their attention to Carmelo. With a swift motion, Jimmy seized Carmelo by the neck, constricting his breath, while Jey firmly closed the door. Jimmy pressed Carmelo against the wall, and Jey delivered a powerful punch to his stomach, eliciting a pained groan from Carmelo as he doubled over in distress.

He released his grip on Carmelo's throat just as Jimmy landed a powerful right hook to his face, while Jey delivered a swift knee to his stomach, sending him crashing down to his knees.

Jimmy had tugged at his hair, forcing him to face him, his gaze cutting deep into his very essence. “You not talking shit no more huh pretty boy?” Jimmy rasped.

“Talkin allat that shit about cracking my girl if she wasn’t with me? Nah see ion okay about Gigi but u didn’t listen when I told yo’ ass the first time.” He hurled Carmelo across his hotel room like a toy, crashing him to the floor with force.

He mounted him and relentlessly pounded his face, blood streaming from his nose and lips. Finally, Carmelo summoned enough strength to shove him away, delivering a powerful right hook that sent Jimmy crashing into the chair behind him, giving Melo the upper hand.

Carmelo was mercilessly pummeling him, delivering brutal kicks to his gut until Jey appeared from behind, wrapping his arm around him and cutting off his breath. Jimmy staggered to his feet, feeling the sting of blood trickling from his split lip—Melo had left his mark.

He ran his tongue over his lips, savoring the metallic taste of blood, like a wild man charging at Carmelo, delivering a brutal punch to his gut that forced blood to spill from his mouth—this was merely a warning.

He seized an empty chair and slammed it into his stomach, eliciting a cry of agony. He continued this brutal assault repeatedly until he finally hurled the chair to the floor.

Jimmy had cradled his chin making him look at him as Carmelo was trying to fight off from Jey’s grasp.

“The next time you wanna post some shit about my girl I won’t hesitate to put you in the fucking hospital you got me?” Jimmy said.

Carmelo shook his head in frustration as Jey released his grip, sending him crashing to the ground. He glared up at the twins, seething with anger, yet he knew better than to provoke them after the beating he had just endured.

Jimmy glanced at his bruised knuckles, tenderly rubbing them before he and Jey stormed out, slamming the door behind them and leaving Carmelo in a pool of blood.

Jimmy and Jey strolled back to his hotel room, gazing at one another.

“You think she’s gonna trip?” Jimmy asked.

Jey shrugged his shoulders before saying something, “may—“ At that moment, the hotel room door swung open, revealing Genesis with her arms crossed and a serious look on her face as she caught sight of the twins staring back at her.

She gazed at Jimmy, her heart sinking as she spotted his split lip and battered knuckles. Concern washed over her features as she gently cupped his chin, studying his face. A heavy sigh escaped her lips, realizing he had found himself in trouble again.

“Get in the room now, so I can treat your wound.” She said sternly.

He gave his brother a quick pat before stepping into the room. Genesis flashed a smile at Jey, wishing him goodnight as she closed the door, then moved towards her purse to gather the supplies needed to tend to his injury.

Without uttering a word, she observed him as he yanked his shirt off, carelessly tossing it aside, revealing his chiseled physique and flexing muscles. Once she gathered what she needed, she approached him, positioning herself between his legs.

He looked up at her, noticing the irritation etched on her face while his hands rested on her waist, drawing her nearer as she settled onto his lap, straddling him. She started to soak a cotton ball with peroxide, cautioning him about the impending sting.

She gently pressed the damp cotton against his split lip, eliciting a sharp hiss of pain from him. She reassured him that the sting would be brief as she tended to the injury on his lower lip.

A hush enveloped them as she concentrated on tending to his injury, feeling his hand glide down her backside, gently cradling her curves while his gaze remained fixed on her careful movements.

“You mad at me baby?” Jimmy asked in a deep raspy tone.

She took a glance at him then back at his wound causing him to squeeze her ass cheeks. “Babyyyy talk to me mama I’m sorry.” He begged.

Genesis finished tending to his wound, discarding the blood-soaked cotton ball into the nearby trash. He then rose from his lap and walked over to the table, where he began to return her belongings to her purse.

As she engaged in her task, she suddenly felt two powerful arms encircle her waist, accompanied by soft, lingering kisses trailing down her back, prompting her to turn and meet his gaze.

“I’m sorry baby, don’t be mad at me. I had to let Melo know what it was. I can't let him disrespect you mama.”

Understanding his instinct to shield her, Genesis let out a deep sigh and embraced him tightly, knowing she couldn't hold any anger towards him.

She softly pressed her lips against his before withdrawing, "I'm not angry, just let me know next time, okay? I really dislike it when you don't inform me about your whereabouts, particularly if you're with Jey," she expressed.

“My fault mamas, didn’t mean to leave like that.” He found himself captivated by her nightgown, which clung to her curves perfectly, prompting him to lift her by her legs and wrap them around his waist.

He guided her to the bed, gently pressing her onto the cool sheets while he hovered above her, planting playful, wet kisses along her neck, making her giggle in delight.

Her fingers wove through his hair as he teasingly tickled her sides, making her squirm with delight beneath his playful touch.

“Jimmyyyy stoppp.” She begged while trying to fight him off of her laughing.

“Or what?” His voice resonated with a deep, husky timbre that sent a shiver down her spine, leaving her feeling damp and sticky against her thighs.

“Imma bite the fuck out of you Jimmy, get up.”

He raised an eyebrow at her, “you gon’ bite me mama?”

“Hell yeah imma bite you if you don’t get yo’ big ass off of me.” She began to engage in a playful struggle, kicking at him and wrapping her legs around his head in an attempt to choke him, but he retaliated by biting her thighs.

With a swift motion, she pushed him aside as she rose from the bed, both of them standing tall and exchanging smirks. They were locked in a playful standoff, each waiting for the other to make a move. But she was the first to act, dashing towards him and attempting to tackle him onto the bed. Her plan succeeded, sending him sprawling back onto the sheets with her landing triumphantly on top.

She bent closer to his neck, playfully nibbling and leaving love bites that made him hiss in response to the sharp sting, all while she gently sucked on his skin.

“You not playing fair mama.” Jimmy said.

“I don’t care you deserve it.” Genesis replied as she continued to place hickies on his neck.

As she whimpered, she felt his hand land on her ass with a sharp smack, prompting him to flip her over and draw her closer to his hips. He pinned her arms above her head, locking eyes with her as she gazed up at him with an innocent expression.

He kissed her lips a few times before interlacing his fingers with hers.

“You too fucking pretty baby, I can’t wait to marry yo’ cute ass and have my kids.” She recalls the moment Quincy expressed his doubts, which made her question Jimmy's sincerity; however, deep down, she understood that Jimmy was different from Quincy—he was genuine.

“You wanna marry me?” 

“Of course I do baby, I want you to be mine forever.” Jimmy pressed his lips against hers while she encircled his neck with her arms, drawing him nearer to intensify the kiss as he nestled between her legs.

His fragrance danced in her nostrils as he buried his face in the curve of her neck.

“I love you Gigi.” Jimmy said.

“I love you too Jimmy, I’m so glad you came into my life.”

gigispovv has posted on their story!

jonathanfatu replied to your story: oh mamas them nails and toes need to be sucked on cuz fuck girl 😩

biancabelairwwe replied to your story: omggg he loves you so much 

uceyjucey replied to your story: maneee he’s spoiling you rotten Gigi 😭😭

carmelohayes replied to your story: oh? I see he got money huh 

jadecargill replied to your story: Girrrrl that man pays for everything and them flowers are so cuteee

jackieredmond replied to your story: I LOVE THIS FOR YOU GIRL

americannightmarecody replied to your story: JIMMY IS THE MANNN

yaonlylivonce replied to your story: ATP GET HIS INITIALS TATTED ON YOU GIRL CUZ THATS YOUR MAN

GUARDED

a/n: Carmelo better watch out because Jimmy does not play with it comes to Genesis so he better tread lightly fr fr.

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

[ttec77]

Characters I've drawn so far in modern clothes

[crehador]

i don't know if i think it's really funny or kind of a shame that many people are going to know tadaima okaeri solely as "the omegaverse bl" when it's actually such a sweet slice-of-life about community, family, the struggles of the older generation to understand the younger and vice versa, recovering from social isolation and how recursive that recovery can be, forging lasting friendships as adults, and so on. it's so wholesome and drama-free that it barely has any plot to speak of, but what it lacks in plot it makes up for in themes and man. what beautiful themes

[ssreeder]

I started reading this like 4 days ago, time has blurred together. I have not slept over 5 and a half hours of sleep in that time, I had to get up at 6 for something and was going 'just one more chapter' several times until it was 2am. The only thing that I can think about is LIAB, I am quickly losing my sanity to Zukka and the prison camp. I came here for a fun time, a good time and the sheer amount of angst that I had heard this had. And, I was certainly not lied to.

I am the type of person to read hard core angst. Impaling, torture , doesn't even phase me anymore (bit concerning but ignore that), I have taken to the blank word document to get that sinking, queasy feeling when the angst gets really hard core. First few chapters of this had me captivated and then Zuko came into it, *Chefs kiss*

I can't read long fics because I don't have the attention span, but for this I make an exception, also if you read it all in like 4 days the attention span doesn't have time to run out! I am on the 3 part, chapter 2 and I actively plan to binge read it tonight. Do I have school in the morning? Yes. Am I still going to stay up until 1 in the morning reading this and make up for my lack of sleep with caffeine? Also yes.

I really hope that Jet dies in this, I hope that he has a really anti-climatic death as well, like he falls off a slightly too high ledge. NO ONE and I mean NO ONE gets to separate MY GAYS LIKE THAT BECAUSE HE JUST HAD TO TELL FONG THAT ZUKO WAS AT THE BLOODY CAMP!

and the Forest Lesbians, may they live forever in the local folk lore about two witches that lived the forest and used the power of being gay to cure people.

thank you for writing this, it has really made me happy reading this even though my favourite gays are getting traumatised (more traumatised than usual for Zuko). I have only been reading this, my friends are concerned about me since I don't think I have willingly left the house in... *looks down at fingers, realises I don't have enough fingers to count this* umm... too long!

*holds your hands* how are you doing friend??

your ask had me both nervous and excited haha & the greatest thing about responding to this a few days late is that you’ve probably finished it by now haha. I feel sorry for your sleep schedule but I also don’t feel bad haha <3

I’m glad LIAB met your expectations in the angst, it’s probably one of the more angsty/ darker zukka fics & it’s probably going to get worse lol. (Not for zukka specifically, everyone gets to join this time) But you’ll see… if I can hold your attention until the end haha.

as for your Jet thoughts I’m sure you found out what happened to him by now ;) <3

thanks for this amazing ask seriously you’re great & you deserve to get yourself a treat for taking the time to send me this haha YOURE AWESOMEEEEEE

[dawntheduckrb]

I'll stop posting wips eventually but it's been five days since I've said anything and I don't want anyone to think I'm dead/dying/stuck in a ditch and withering away, so here's 10% of the reason I disappeared (the duck is stuck in rendering hell) (and my little baby laptop is screaming at me every time I open up this file)

I might still be mostly lurking for a little bit so please be patient with me in the meantime 🙏🙏

[izzy-b-hands]

Didn't think the 1989 version of The Woman In Black would be scarier than the one with Dan Radcliffe in it

I was Wrong flkjdsafkldsja, but I'm delighted to have been wrong. I had missed getting scared with more practical effects/careful timing of things in the background of shots appearing and disappearing, and this one scratches that itch well.

[itstimeforstarwars]

Taking a break from the old mutual's whumptober novella because my old friend is sososo good at whump and emotion and if the boy gets hurt I WILL cry about it.

[the-kipsabian]

maybe i am a hypocrite. but im willing to accept that, as most of the time these posts arent done on my end to push people to read *my* stuff. just as a general thought

it doesnt change the fact that this is still a fucking issue in fandom tho

[shouyuus]

─── Ⅵ FIGURE EIGHTS

violet; 28,888 words; fluff and smut (at the end), semi enemies to lovers, fake dating, hockey!vi x figure skater!reader, ice dancers!meljayce, miscommunication, smau-intermissions, toxic ex!cait, simpgirl!vi, slowburn, the gays r bad at feelings, lots of making out that almost leads to something, emotional edging (for YOU lol), fingering (both receiving), thigh riding, oral (r!receiving), slightly unhinged!reader, no "y/n"

summary: a hockey player and a figure skater kind of, sort of, not really, but then actually fall in love. what could possibly go wrong? (narrator: apparently, everything.)

a/n: YALL. yall. YOU. ALL. lmfao. i can't believe i finished this (i say, after writing any fic longer than 5k words). but i TRULY doubted for a second that i would bc as i kept writing, it kept... getting longer? i hope that this doesn't drag, and that you guys like it. it's really a fucking labor of love. like heavy emphasis on the labor. shoutout to @vifilms for being my emotional support, and to my irl bf for actually physically reading through like 90% of this fic out LOUD with me to make sure the dialogue doesn't sound awk. BUT ANYWAYS. pls enjoy and PLS tell me what u guys think!!!! the smau fake texts won't start till chapter three, but ! it's my first time making like.. fake texts so sldkfjsd.

TABLE OF CONTENTS ━

prologue: party people

chapter one: shut up and kiss me

chapter two: fists to a knife fight

chapter three: love's dream

chapter four: for cup's sake

chapter five: don't hate the player (suggestive)

chapter six: six (nsfw)

─── TAG YOU'RE IT .ᐟ.ᐟ

pls comment below if you'd like to be tagged for this series! :) if you're already on my vi-taglist via my normal taglist link, then you're all good. if you only wanna be tagged for this series, comment below! pls pls have your age visible somewhere on your blog as this will be an 18+ fic!!!! thank you!!!

prologue: party people

─── Ⅵ IT STARTS WITH A GAME of spin the bottle — a college party post-game, the home team the exhalant victors, the crowds of adoring fans the worshippers at their beer-tower altars, doing keg stands and shot-gunning cans of cheap bud lite for an approving grin or a wink.

“Remind me why we’re here again?” you ask, jerking back as a drunken guy nearly topples into you, the red solo cup in his hand sloshing over onto the already sticky linoleum floor.

Mel sighs, “Because, darling, you promised me that you’d come out at least once if me and Jayce made it through the Challenger Series this year.”

She tugs you behind her, weaving through the crush of bodies till the cramped living room area opens onto a much larger patio, the mid-autumn chill cooling your skin.

“It was a joke,” you say, whining slightly even as Mel grabs what looks like an unopened hard cider from the table and presses it into your hand.

“Yes, and one that hurt my feelings,” Mel sniffs, turning her nose up, though a grin teases at her lips, “so to make up for it, you now have to stay at this party and have some semblance of a good time.”

And that was three and a half drinks ago, because sometime between then and now, you’ve found yourself pulled into an unwitting game of spin the bottle with what seems like half the entire hockey team, sitting next to Mel, her boyfriend Jayce on your other side, chatting animatedly with one of the girls hockey girls. You overhear the words “creatin” and “Bulgarian Squat” and decided that it’s time for you to tune out of the conversation.

“Vi, it’s your turn!”

Vi, your thoughts linger over the sound.

It’s a pretty name.

You glance up at the girl sitting across from you, Number Six — you’ve always known her as that, what with the tattoo on her cheek (there were rumors that it’s actually not real and she just reapplies one of those temporary tattoos every two weeks) and the fact that it’s her jersey number, it’s really not too hard to remember.

“Yeah, yeah,” she says, laughing as she reaches for the empty beer bottle in the middle of the circle. Her right hand’s bandaged up and you can’t help staring at it. When you look up next, it’s to catch her watching you, your eyes meeting in a startling clash of raw contact — the cacophonous noise of the party dulling out to a thin whine somewhere at the back of your head as you stare at her and she stares right back.

You’d never noticed that her eyes, even in the dark, beneath the dim, flickering patio lights, reads mourning-dove blue, so subtle it’s almost gray, so sharp as she takes you in that your stomach drops from inside you. She smirks and twists her fingers expertly around the bottle, setting it whizzing.

You tear your eyes away, your breath sent astray in your chest by just that look alone. You frown at the spinning bottle, your mind abuzz with fragmentary thoughts you can’t quite string along for long enough to form a full sentence — eyes… her lips are pretty… wasn’t she dating… someone? who??? what’s her name again? something pretty —

“— right, ice princess, you ready?”

“Huh?” you jerk your eyes up from the bottle to find everyone watching you. From your left, Mel nudges you with a sanctimonious grin, her eyes flickering down to the bottle and back up towards —

“Go on!” she hisses, even as you blink uncomprehendingly down at the bottle pointing right at you.

Across the circle, Vi’s questioning smirk is all the answer you need as your alcohol-addled brain finally puts together the pieces.

“R-right…” you push up onto your knees, but something holds you back, a niggling feeling in the back of your brain as Vi’s smirk grows wide and she jerks her head towards the living room.

“Want a bit of privacy? Or… would you prefer an audience?”

Half the circle wolf-whistles at the insinuation, the other half roll their eyes, leaning back on their elbows as if to settle in for a long night.

You lick your lips, feeling your mouth scald dry.

“Privacy. Please.”

You follow Vi stiffly from the patio back into the stuffy house, her fingers closing around your wrist as she tugs you behind her through a long hallway splitting off from the main living room, branching into a series of what look like bedrooms. Half the doors are closed, illicit sounds echoing out from behind them, but Vi finds an empty one near the end of the hallway and pushes it open, leading you inside.

“Oh wow,” you say, looking around the room. It’s a typical fratboy’s room, full of suggestive posters, the floor littered with questionably laundered clothes.

“What, not your ideal setting for a makeout-sesh with a stranger?”

You frown as your eyes slingshot back to Vi, her standing feet from you, hands tucked loosely into her pockets, watching you with dark, firefly eyes.

“Thought we were just supposed to kiss once.”

Vi chuckles, closing the distance between you in a few quick strides, crowding you up against the closed door.

“Sure. We can do that. Or…” she makes no effort to hide the way her eyes flicker down to your lips, trailing back up in a line of fire that sizzles against your skin. “I could show you what a real good time looks like.”

Your breath crystalizes in your chest, and the strange, tickling feeling traces down the back of your head till it gathers, hot and unconscionable at the nape of your neck — a spin-click wheel of half-formed thoughts and images ticking by behind your eyelids as you try to remember why the hell this feels so wrong.

And then, it clicks, and you press a hand to Vi’s chest just as she’s leaning down to graze her lips against yours, the friction so delicious you almost lose your train of thought.

“A-are you sure this is a good idea? Didn’t you just break up with that track and field girl? Caitlyn?” you blurt out, a culmination of all the snippets of whispered conversations and half-caught glances of the pair of them across campus. The It-Girl Couple, people called them, the hockey team star and the track and field genius. They were hard to miss, and even harder to forget.

A moth-wing-flicker of emotions crosses Vi’s face as she takes half a step back, her expression morphing into one of shock, and then hurt, and finally, hard-lined disgust as she looks down at you with a thin-lipped grimace.

“Oh fuck you.”

She yanks you from the door, storming out without a backwards glance. You catch yourself against the half-made bed, your breath coming in heaving pants as your head spins. Guilt curdles in the bed of your stomach like spoilt milk, and it only takes you half a second to realize that of all the things to say, that probably was the worst possible choice.

You’d heard mention of the breakup, even if you didn’t have any stakes in this so-called game. It was harsh and messy and loud, and it had spilled across campus like a backed-up toilet, oozing foulness and stank across the grounds till not a single person was left unstained in the aftermath.

“Wait —” you stumble after Vi, but it’s too late. By the time you reach the patio doors, she’s already settling back into her place in the circle, an easy grin slung across her lips.

You swallow, pushing through the door to scurry over to Mel’s side. Mel beams at the flush in your cheeks, convinced (just like the rest of the circle) that it’d been one hell of a kiss, judging by how entirely breathless you are.

“Damn Vi, you gotta learn how to go easy on them figure skaters, hm?” Margot smirks, her eyes glittering as she looks you over, “look at the poor darling — she can barely breathe!”

Everyone laughs, and Vi flashes a convincingly satisfied smirk, shrugging up a shoulder. You glance at her, only to shiver at the arctic ice behind her gaze as your eyes catch once more.

“What can I say? Easy isn’t a setting I come programmed with.”

You duck your head as Vi casts you one more frigid look before turning to laugh at something a teammate has just said, and the circle devolves into good-natured banter and pocket conversations. You gulp around your too-dry throat and pluck Mel’s drink from her hand, tossing the rest of it back in a single gulp. She blinks at you, eyes wide.

“Darling, are you —”

“I — I’m fine just — it’s — I think I’m gonna head back.”

Mel frowns, “Are you sure? I mean —” she looks towards where Vi’s been pulled into an impromptu arm-wrestling match with some dude from the football team, “you could try and —”

You shake your head, “No, I — I think I’m good. I had a good time, I just —” you run a hand through your hair, “I’ve got practice tomorrow and Amara’s gonna murder me if I get there late.”

Mel stares for a second before relenting, a soft sigh on her lips.

“Alright, alright — go on then. I’ll… I’ll see you tomorrow at practice, yes?”

You give her a tight-lipped smile, reaching out for a quick hug before ducking out of the party, skirting the edges of the growing mosh pit forming in the living room till you finally find yourself out on the front steps again.

You close your eyes for a second, pressing your back to the frat house door, feeling the dull thump of the music inside reverberating through the thin wooden frame as you breathe in and out.

You can still taste the heat of Vi’s breath on your lips, feel harsh sting of ice as she’d caught your eyes after. The chill air, once refreshing, pebbles your skin and an involuntary shiver shakes down your spine. You wrap your arms around yourself and give your head a good shake.

Whatever, you think, stepping off the porch, casting your eyes up at the star-strewn sky, a whisp of warm breath fogging up the air before you.

Not like it’ll matter. Bet she won’t even remember me after tonight.

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[blueivyy99]

Calm and Serenity (Part 4)

Sylus x Non!MC

summary: you didn't know what sylus saw in you. he said you were calm, quiet and serene and that's what he needs. you believed it. he showed it. not until little miss hunter came. she's everything you're not. news that she's in danger can make the ever so calm sylus to run and leave everything behind. it made you think, would he do that for you as well?

tags: angst, romance, hurt and comfort, confused sylus, non-mc reader, mentions of death/dying, cursing

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note: OMG hi here's the promised update. ALSOOO BIG THANK YOU to all your reaction/comment/reblogs huhuhu im so happy reading your comments and im glad that you liked this little piece of mine. i hope you enjoy this one as well (i actually want to hide in a corner lol)

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Sylus can't shake the eerie feeling that's been bugging his chest since he left you in Elysium. He knows that you're upset. He can see it in your eyes, he can feel it in his bones.

But what can he do? Miss Hunter is in danger and his body just autopilots to go to her. Does he want to? No. Not really because if he were to choose, he'd rather be beside you all the time but the bond is not letting him. Whenever he's trying to resist, the energy linkage on his wrist would constrict and a painful sensation is shooting up on his chest making it harder for him to say no to her.

It's been a pain in his ass and he didn't know what to do especially when he first met her. Past memories, past emotions, past tragedies suddenly flooded him and for a moment he faltered.

For a moment, all those feelings came back. He missed her, honestly speaking after all, she has half of his soul and finding her again in N109 Zone felt like his soul is whole again.

It was like he was in a daze. All his goals were reduced to mere thoughts and he was obligated to make a connection with her that he got too busy helping her get the aether core and making her remember everything, too busy resonating with her and he made you wait for him every day only to be given a mere fraction of his attention.

But when he's alone and he's contemplating the decisions he has been making as of late, he will be reminded of you. Of how you slowly grew quieter and your gaze was always on him, waiting and anticipating for him to initiate something that would make up for the time he's been wasting with Miss Hunter.

It did cross his mind to let you go. He understands that what he's doing is completely unfair to you, but when the thought of you leaving and potentially finding someone else crosses his mind, he almost went crazy.

He can't. He just can't.

He won't allow it.

He won't let that happen.

You're the only thing in his life that he can call his “voluntary choice". Ever since he lived all his lives, everything seemed out of control, it seemed like everything was a cycle.

Sylus, I curse your soul to never fade away. You'll always be tied to me. This is my curse. Only I can grant you true death.

Soulbound. That's him and Miss Hunter. The first few lives he lived, he can accept dying in her arms as long as it's with her. That's how powerful his love is and he doesn't mind waiting even if it takes a couple of millenia he wouldn't mind because it's her. He even put traces of her in every corner of N109 Zone, even sent Mephisto to stalk her every move when she first became a hunter. So it's safe to say that in the earlier years in this life, he did wait for her.

But then, YOU came.

Someone unexpected. Someone so pure despite the filth in this underworld. You saw him like a normal person and made him feel human. You didn't treat him like the leader of Onychinus.

You treated him as Sylus. Just Sylus. A weak, vulnerable and could-be-hurt Sylus.

In you, he found his humanity.

In you he found love and peace. For the first time in eons, there is tranquility.

He wanted to deny it at first. He can't entertain the thought of you and him together. He knows he can't have you. He can't have that luxury because he will have to let you go eventually when Miss Hunter comes to the picture, the cycle will repeat again. He will die in her arms and he will live another life only to be met with the same ending.

He had given up on anything and everything at this point, so little by little he's letting you go.

But when you came to his rescue, fighting for him even with your limited fighting experience when he was caught off guard by one of his enemies he let himself indulge in you.

Maybe this time will be different.

He let himself be under the shade of your warmth. Happy that in this life he gets to experience this. To experience a love that felt like it could last forever. A love that makes him want to live for as long as he can.

So when he made sure that Miss Hunter is alive and breathing, he is quick on his feet to leave.

“Sylus, can you stay with me for a while?" her voice begging.

And there it was again. The tug on the energy linkage in his wrist. At the mere thought of him denying her request, he can feel it tighten in his wrist that it hurts almost like his hands were going to be cut off.

The sensation in his chest is there again.

But no. He can't stay.

He won't.

“I can't," he answered not even looking back at her. “Y/N is waiting for me.”

He steadied his breathing. He needs to calm himself despite the overbearing pain.

"I will find a way to sever our connection and put an end to this curse. I want to live a life for myself not tied down to any of this destiny bullshit.”

He left after saying that. He's sure that she will understand what he meant.

If she doesn't? Then that's on her.

But for now he wants to come home to you.

To make things right. To tell you everything to ask for more time to figure things out. To tell you that he's been trying to figure out how to sever the connection that he and Miss Hunter have.

To explain that what he did to you was beyond what he can control. That he is under a curse and his choices are influenced by the repeating cycle of his lives. Clouded by the thought that there's no way out of this mess and sooner or later he will find his lifeless body in Miss Hunter's hands.

To tell you that this time he wants to fight back.

He wants to own his life again. He wants to make a decision for himself again.

Sylus respects the idea of soulmates. He even loved the idea of it before. But now it's different. Because if being soulmates with Miss Hunter means losing you, then he doesn't want it.

He will die trying as long as he's with you.

In record time, he's back in Onychinus’s base and the air feels different. It feels heavy. Something is not right.

Sylus is quick on his feet to walk (run) to your shared bedroom and you're not there. He felt a lump on his throat.

No. No.

“Sweetie? Where are you?" He called out. The mighty Sylus’s voice quivers at the end of his sentence. He roamed around the base trying to find you.

“Darling?"

In the bathroom? None.

“Little fox?"

Kitchen? It's empty.

"Baby?”

The guest room? Deafening quiet.

“Y/N?"

He searched in every corner but you're not there. He tried to call you but it seemed like your phone was off.

He called Luke and Kieran, they quickly answered his call and their words made his world crumble. “Boss! The Madame is gone. We can't find her anywhere. Elysium's owner told us she left quickly after you were gone. We searched everywhere we could but we couldn't find her.”

“Keep patrolling the area. Find her."

He dropped the call and quickly sent Mephisto to wander all around the N109 zone.

His mind is reeling back to the events that happened before he left. It can't be.

What happened? Why did you run away? Did someone take you?

Did you leave him?

No, gods please no.

You can't be gone.

No. Not now. Not when he figured out what he wanted.

“Please, come back.”

Part 5 the next day if im not busyyyy (no promises) reaction and comments are welcome 🤗

[wiishopwednesday]

longing for something you can never return to

[ID: a collection of images relating to nostalgia. the first image is a genius screenshot of the lyrics to car seat headrest's "famous prophets (stars)." the screenshot reads "We gotta go back/We gotta go back/We gotta go back/We gotta go back." the second image is the "we got the torture labyrinth tomorrow" meme template, edited to instead say "We got missing what we can never return to tomorrow/What?/We got the beginning of the rest of our lives tomorrow/Ohhhh/Okay." the third image is a discord screenshot, with the user's username and icon cropped out so that only the text is visible, and reads "Duuudeee you missed out on those 7 days where god created earth you are fucked LOL." the fourth image is a screenshot of a piece of text, which reads in bolder font "You can never leave home." underneath it, in normal text, it reads "You take it with you no matter where you go. Home is between your teeth, under your fingernails, in the hair follicles, in your smile, in the ride of your hips, in the passage of your breasts." the fifth image is a screenshot of a post made by tumblr user ryebreadgf, which reads "YOU CAN NEVER GO BACK! YOU CAN NEVER GO BACK! YOU CAN BITE AND SCRATCH AND BEG BUT YOU CAN NEVER GO BACK!" the sixth image is a screenshot of a piece of text that reads, "YOU KILL YOURSELF AND IMMEDIATELY WAKE UP AS A CHILD ON YOUR PARENTS BED. YOU'VE BEEN ASLEEP FOR HALF AN HOUR. THE SUN IS SHINING." the seventh image is a picture of two uneven dark yellow boxed next to each other on a off-white background. the first box reads, in handwriting, "I'm terrified of change." the second box reads, "I'm terrified of staying this way forever." the eighth image is a screenshot of a post made by tumblr user dakotajohnsongf, which reads "women be looking at pictures of their childhood selves and trying to find a way back to them." the ninth image is a screenshot of a post made by tumblr user bestofgentleearth, containing a screenshot from a forum of some kind. a line of text reads "(16 hours ago) butterfly said:" underneath, an indented section of text reads "today, the world looked beautiful again. i'm starting to remember what kept me alive last summer." the tenth image is another tumblr post by user cursedsuggestion, which reads "the friend you miss comes home for good. you never see another mirror. it's summer forever and that terrible thought you keep having finally disappears." the eleventh image is a screenshot of a reddit post, with the original poster's username and icon cropped out so only the text is visible. it reads "I'm not sure how to word this, but I constantly go through this deep sense of loss. I feel like I terribly miss something I love from the bottom of my heart, but I don't know what it is, exactly. Nothing in life satisfies me, nothing makes me content, but l wouldn't say I'm depressed either. There's just this endless search for something, and at times I feel I can catch a glimpse of it - different sceneries pop into my head at times, like of a particular beach at night, and I'm moved to tears. Or I remember a dream and all the feelings that were stirring while I saw that dream, and feel entirely connected to them." the twelfth image is a screenshot of a tumblr post, but the original poster is cropped out so only the text is visible, which reads "wait i wasn't ready. i never finished that game of tag. i still need to learn how to do a cartwheel. my friends and i never finished making that bridge over the creek. i want to go back. can you carry me to bed one last time? and maybe i'll wake up tomorrow in my childhood room with my pink walls and we'll laugh over this dream at breakfast." the thirteenth image is another tumblr screenshot of a post by user heavensghost, which reads "uhhh yh sure u can go back but no one will be waiting for you there."

the fourteenth image is a screenshot of a reddit comment, with the user's information cropped out so that only the text is visible, which reads "HIRAETH (heer-eye-th) 'A deep homesickness; an intense form of longing or nostalgia for a place long gone, or even an unaccountable homesickness for a place you have never visited. A pull on the heart that conveys a distinct feeling of missing something irretrievably lost.'" the fifteenth image is a collection of 3 rows of black boxes, with 3 boxes in each row. the first box has a white, vague form of a human. the second box pictures the human form stretching its arms and legs out. from the third box onward, the human figure starts to dissipate into white dots until it has completely disappeared and only dots remain. the sixteenth image is a tumblr post by user n1ntendos, which reads "I AM HAUNTED BY A PAST I CANNOT GO BACK TO !!!!!!! anyways." the seventeenth image is a screenshot of text that reads "I cling to everything - CDs that skip, rings that turn my fingers green, the dead ends of my hair, old love notes that turn my stomach over and over. And I'm not proud but there are still boxes under my bed. And I'm not proud but my closet is still running out of space. And nostalgia is a fucking waste of time but my heart is full with it. Tell me I won't hold this forever. Tell me there will be a day where I let gloriously go." the eighteenth image is an image of larger text that reads "It's a summer day, and I want to be wanted more than anything else in the world." the nineteenth image is a photograph of a large white dog standing in a dark, flowing river surrounded by a dark forest and green trees. the dog is facing away from the viewer with its mouth open. the dog appears to be glowing, likely due to a lens flare of some kind. the entire picture feels very melancholy and nostalgic. the twentieth image is larger text that reads "Nostalgia is the aching realization that you can't go back again. The longing, no matter how intense, can never be met." the twenty-first image is a screenshot of an instagram dm, with the user's username and icon cropped out so that only the text is visible, and it reads "well the time passes anyway so I have to." the twenty-second image is a screenshot of the spotify lyrics for gerard way's song "action cat." the lyrics read "Hey/Do you miss me?/'Cause I miss you/Do you miss me?/'Cause I miss you/Do you miss me?/'Cause I miss you/Do you miss me?/'Cause I miss you too." the twenty-third image is a screenshot of text that reads "YOUR CHILDHOOD DOG IS ALIVE. YOUR DEAD BEST FRIEND WANTS TO GET COFFEE. YOU HAVE BEEN KIND AND GOOD. THERE IS NOTHING CHASING YOU. YOU CAN SLEEP. WHAT DO YOU DO?" the twenty-fourth image is a continuation of the lyrics from car seat headrest's "famous prophets (stars)" that were pictured in the first image. these lyrics read "We've gotta go back/We've gotta go back/We've gotta go back/(Don't spend too much time on it)." end ID.]

[lewisvinga]

get his ass ! | lando norris/the grid x fem! reader

summary: y/n was loved among the grid, quickly gaining the title of ‘the mother of the grid’ due to her motherly nature. but when a famous football player says he’d like to take her on a date in an interview, the boys are quick to defend her.

fc; maria isabel

warnings; kinda suggestive pics , curse words

notes; requested! this came later than expected lol, been super tired after a long road trip and was out all day w poor connection😩🥲 don’t mind my lil football reference 🤭🤭 also second pic of the interview was meant to say pretty at the end but it was called off lol😞

masterlist !

liked by landonorris, oscarpiastri, and 940,038 others!

yourusername: pov: single mother after a day full of chasing and taking care of her 5 grown children on the paddock

tagged; landonorris, oscarpiastri, alex_albon, logansargeant, georgerussell63

username: MOTHER IS BACK ON THE PADDOCK

username: i want u fr

landonorris: ‘single mother’ who am i then?😕

yourusername: a grown child who asks me to ‘pretty please’ wipe the grease off of his pizza😁

landonorris: it was disgustingly greasy…🤢

username: LMFAOOAOAO

username: a single mom who works 2 jobs who loves her kids

yourusername: they get on my nerves all the time but i love my grown children 💓

logansargeant: sorry mom

yourusername: you and osc are an exception

alex_albon: oh, wow!

oscarpiastri: 😁

georgerussell63: you trying to say something, y/n….

yourusername: yeah give me carmen

carmenmmundt: i agree!

georgerussell63: wait-

username: you need to open a youtube channel!

username: your fit on the paddock ate today 😩

username: the picture of alex and logan w the snake 😭😭😭😭

username: can always count on y/n for content

yourusername posted to their story!

[caption 1; baby’s nap time 😴] [caption 2; taking my sons out for lunch 🫶🫶] [caption 3; my new child, surprise! it’s a boy!💙]

Jude Bellingham answers your fan questions!

liked by yourusername, oscarpiastri, and 1,503,028 others!

landonorris: all mine.

tagged; yourusername

yourusername: lando norris…. i thought you’d post this on your jpg account…

landonorris: nope😁

yourusername: could’ve been worse thank u

yourusername: all yours. forever. 🫶

landonorris: always.

username: so y’all saw jude’s interview too…

username: caption was 100% aimed a jude

alex_albon: can i tag him pls

yourusername: no.

landonorris: yes!

yourusername: no or i won’t take you to get kbbq tmrw

alex_albon: sorry lando

username: alex’s comment😭

username: oh wow

username: the 2nd, 4th, n last pic🥴🥴🥴🥴

username: their relationship isn’t a want it’s a NEED

logansargeant: oh!

yourusername: look away pls😞😔

landonorris: no keep looking so you and every other athlete knows she’s mine 😁

username: jealous lando omg 😵‍💫😵‍💫

maxverstappen1: take that tap in merchant!

carlossainz55: yeah and he won against you guys! put some respect on his name 🙄

yourusername: my football rivalry sons…

landonorris: no i agree w max

username: not the culers and merengues of f1 fighting 😭😭

georgerussell63: my eyes!😰😰😰😰

georgerussell63: but that serves him right! y/n is a taken lady!

username: red is HER color, no one can wear read

username: the fit is everything 😍😍

username: need someone to recreate the last pic w 😖😖😣😣

oscarpiastri: i really had to stop lando from posting more exposing pictures, you’re welcome btw mother

landonorris: i had plenty of other ones to choose from…

yourusername: thank u osc😭

[cheriedivine]

Handcuffed couple challenge (youtuber!Ellie x reader)

♡‧₊˚₊✧ pairing: Ellie Williams x Fem reader (No use of y/n)

♡‧₊˚₊✧ summary: Filming a handcuffed couple challenge with Ellie, what could possibly go wrong?

♡‧₊˚₊✧ CW: Slightly suggestive jokes, Swearing, use of pet names (bae, babe, baby) just Ellie and reader being silly

♡‧₊˚₊✧ Tags: youtuber!Ellie, youtuber!reader, stablished relationship, oneshot, fluff

♡‧₊˚₊✧ WC: 7.4K (lol)

♡‧₊˚₊✧ Author’s note: HEYYY SO IT’S FINALLY HERE, you guys have no idea how much I enjoyed writing this, ofc it’s based on Izzy&Emma’s latest yt video where they do the 24hrs handcuffed, but i gave it my own twist hehe, I hope you guys enjoy it and lmk what you think! also i’m open to requests if y’all want anything in specific. that’s all luv u enjoy <3

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One thing about Ellie Williams is that when something gets into that pretty little head of hers, you are doomed. Especially when it comes to recording a video for your shared youtube channel.

This time was no different.

It was 2am when Ellie, half-asleep and deep in a TikTok scroll spiral, stumbled across a video of a couple doing a ridiculous cooking challenge handcuffed together, laughing and making a complete mess of their kitchen. That was all it took.

The next morning, you woke up in an empty bed. Your girlfriend? Nowhere to be seen. Weird… You thought,

You blinked at the ceiling for a moment, brain foggy with sleep, before shrugging it off. She probably hit the gym early or something, she did that sometimes. Still half-asleep, you sank deeper into the blankets and started your usual doom scrolling, checking socials, reading comments, answering emails. The usual.

An hour passed, and your stomach started to grumble from the lack of food. You glanced at the time, then at the door. “Where the hell is she?” You debated waiting for her to eat, but curiosity won so you pulled up her contact to text her. But you can swear this girl is telepathically connected to you because as soon as you clicked on her contact, a message from her popped up like she was psychic.

“Has your majesty risen yet? I’m bringing breakfast ;)”

You rolled your eyes, already smirking.

“U are such a loser. I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Miss me much?”

You didn’t even have to see her to know she was surely wearing that smug stupid little grin the one that made you want to kiss her and throw a pillow at her face at the same time.

With a dramatic sigh, you finally rolled out of bed, heading to the bathroom for your morning skincare routine. The splash of cold water brought you fully to life. You threw on one of Ellie’s hoodies — for warmth, obviously, not because it still smelled like her, and shuffled into the kitchen to feed your cat.

“Pspspsps, T-Rex. Breakfast is served,” you called, holding the food dish. The little fur ball meowed like he hadn’t eaten in a decade, purring as you scratched the back of his head.

That’s when you heard the front door unlock.

Ellie walked in, balancing a pair of grocery bags and a cardboard drink carrier with two coffee cups. Her hoodie sleeves were pushed up, her tattoo flexing on her forearm and there was a determined (and slightly unhinged) look in her eyes.

You blinked. “Ellie, what the hell? We weren’t supposed to do groceries ‘til Sunday.”

She dropped the bags on the counter and grinned. “Good morning to you too. And yes, I slept great, thanks for asking, babe.” You narrowed your eyes as she handed you a warm breakfast bagel and your favorite coffee.

“…What’s with the groceries and surprise breakfast? What did you do?”

“Can’t I just do something nice for my beautiful girlfriend that I love sooo much?” she said with that shit-eating grin that meant she was absolutely up to something.

“Spill. Now.”

She of course cracked immediately.

“So. I had an idea. Okay? A great one. Picture this: you and me. Handcuffed. In the kitchen.”

You froze. “Woah, woah hold your horses, number 1 why would i want to be handcuffed and number 2 where the fuck are we even supposed to get handcuffs?”

“Jesse” she replied casually.

“GROSS…That’s disgusting.”

“So you’re saying you wouldn’t want to be handcuffed to me?” Ellie gasped, placing both hands dramatically over her chest. “Wow. Okay. You hate me.”

“You are the most dramatic person on this entire planet I swear” you muttered, already regretting your life choices.

“You’re telling me you don’t want to see me try to knead pizza dough with one hand while handcuffed to you?”

You stared at her. She grinned wider.

“I hate you,” you said flatly, taking a long sip of your coffee.

“No, you don’t.”

And unfortunately for you — she was right.

Ellie proceeded to lay out the entire chaotic plan (which, in hindsight, explained the suspiciously full grocery bags). She showed you the TikTok video that had inspired her latest hyperfixation — some couple fumbling through a cooking challenge while handcuffed. “Look at them,” she said, scoffing. “We’d be so much better than this. They didn’t even season their sauce!”

It took a full hour of bargaining, bribery, and Ellie promising to do all the chores for the next two weeks before you finally caved. Truthfully, a small part of you was curious how badly it could go… plus, being handcuffed to Ellie wasn’t exactly the worst fate in the world.

Ellie dragged out the tripod from the closet, the one that had a chipped leg because she refused to buy another one “It works just fine” she said— and began adjusting it like she was some kind of professional cinematographer. Meanwhile, you were getting ready in your room, doing your everyday makeup, some light blush, mascara and setting powder so the light wouldn’t reflect directly on your face, your routine was simple but familiar. You changed Ellie’s hoodie into a plain black shirt that fitted you like a glove, because why not, at the end you still wanted to look good.

Ellie adjusted the tripod one last time, squinting into the tiny screen like she was defusing a bomb. “Okay… I think it’s straight?, the lighting is kinda shit tho” Ellie muttered, twisting the ring light toward your side. “There. Now let’s get this bitch started shall we?” With that Ellie hit the record button, rushed to your side with the handcuffs clinking in her grip, and threw an arm around you.

“Hey losers,” she grinned at the camera. “Welcome back to our channel.” You waved dramatically. “Today, we’re doing something incredibly stupid, which of course was... Ellie’s idea.”

Ellie held up the handcuffs like a trophy. “We’re making a pizza while being handcuffed together,” she said, eyes glinting with mischief. “And before anyone starts—no, these aren’t from last night. These are borrowed. Unfortunately.” You gave the camera a deadpan stare. “Oh my god. Literally everything could go wrong.”

“Okay so who’s gonna be on which side” Ellie raised a brow before putting the handcuffs on, “Wait… are we both right handed?” you questioned, pausing mid-thought. Ellie gave you an offended look. “You should remember if i'm right handed babe” Your girlfriend said teasingly giving you a wink.

“You are such a perv,” you muttered, narrowing your eyes. Then, turning to the camera like you were addressing a live audience: “Well, since I’m the one who actually cooks in this household, I think I deserve to have my right hand free.”

Ellie scoffed. “Um, yeah, but I’ve got more strength in my right hand, so I could knead the dough way better.” To prove her point, she flexed her arm like some kind of gym rat. You stared at her. She was ridiculous.

But you had your ways.

Leaning in close—just enough for your lips to nearly graze her cheek—you whispered, low and deliberate. “If I get to have my right hand free… I’ll let you have a little fun with these later.”

She didn’t even say anything before clasping that handcuff immediately to her right hand. Her freckled face turning fifty different shades of red.

“…Fine. You win.”

You grabbed the other side of the handcuff and clicked it around your left wrist.

“Oh my god, I already hate this,” you groaned, trying to stretch your arm while Ellie moved in the opposite direction like she had no concept of shared space.

“Too late to back out now. LET’S GET THIS SHIT STARTED, BABYYYY!” she screamed in her fake frat-boy voice, throwing both arms in the air and nearly dislocating your shoulder in the process.

You winced. “How about you try not to break my wrist before we even start.”

She grinned like a menace. “Sorry babe. Kinda forgot we were attached for a sec.”

“Did you even look up a recipe before deciding to do this?” you asked, already knowing the answer. She blinked. “Um…nope”

You sighed.

Of course not. That’s why you had been stuck scrolling through your phone for the past ten minutes, trying to find the easiest homemade pizza recipe on the internet—while your hand was getting jerked around like a ragdoll.

“Okay, genius. We need: flour, yeast, olive oil, salt, sugar, and warm water.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Bet. Let’s get this bread. Literally.”

You started pulling ingredients out of the bags while Ellie, predictably, got in the way at every turn.

“Left!”

“Your left or my left?!”

“We share a left right now!”

Ellie poured the flour onto the counter, way too enthusiastically.

“Bae… slow down, this isn’t a sandbox,” you warned, watching the powdery mountain grow taller and messier by the second.

“No no no—this is the volcano thingy! We’re doing it all fancy,” she said, using her fingers to dig a little well in the center like she'd seen on TikTok. “Now pour the warm water and yeast in here,” she added, nodding toward the crater like she was a Michelin-star chef.

You raised a brow. “You’re acting like you’ve trained in Italy. You watched a 30-second reel.”

“Don’t disrespect my culinary heritage,” she said, her hands now fully coated in flour. You leaned in, cautiously pouring the mixture into the well… but oh dear you were mistaken thinking Ellie was gonna behave. She looked directly to the camera and blinked before her flour-covered hand left the dough volcano, and smacked right onto your boob.

SMACK.

A perfect, powdery handprint appeared on your favorite shirt.

You froze. Blinked. Looked down slowly like you were in a movie about to go rogue.

“Ellie Williams…” you said, dangerously calm.

“What?” she grinned, so smug you considered throwing her into the volcano. “Just cleaning off my hand.”

“On my favorite shirt.”

“It’s a work of art, I left my mark. Like a signature. That’s love, baby.”

You gave the camera a long, deadpan stare. T-Rex meowed behind you rubbing his little head against your leg like he understood the gravity of the situation.

“You’re gonna pay for that.”

Ellie’s grin only widened. “Oh no!. Am I gonna get punished?” she asked, voice dipping into a mock pout.

You rolled your eyes, trying not to smile as you swiped some flour off the counter and flicked it right into her face.

“Oh it’s on now.”

Despite the chaos, the kitchen started filling with the warm scent of yeast and flour mixing as you combined everything, Ellie took over the kneading (with her left hand, of course), turning it into a flexing contest.

“Check this out,” she said, rolling up her sleeve and smirking at the camera. “These biceps? Built for dough.”

You raised an eyebrow, trying not to smile at how seriously she was taking herself. She flexed her arm, giving a playful wink before getting to work on the dough, her hand moving with surprising precision.

“Alright, go ahead and knead that dough, big shot. Show me what those ‘dough-building’ muscles can do,” you teased, arms crossed, watching her go full-on chef mode.

Ellie scoffed but didn’t hesitate, her hands sinking into the dough with exaggerated care. “This right here? The art of pizza-making. Watch and learn.”

You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, eyes trailing down her flexed arm. Your gaze lingered on the tattoo on her forearm—the intricate design that you loved more than you'd ever admit.

“Damn,” you said, letting out a low whistle. “Those arms... and that tattoo? I’m gonna need a moment to compose myself.”

You stood next to her, trying to hold back your giggles, but the flour-covered chaos around you only made it harder to be serious. T-Rex jumped on the flour covered counter, sniffing the dough like he was ready to apply his biscuit kneading technique. "Hey, not you too," you said, shooing the cat away.

Ellie, of course, had no intention of letting this become a normal cooking session. She threw you a smirk. “So, you’re just gonna stand there and look cute while I do all the work?”

“Obviously," you replied, leaning back against the counter, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Somebody has to keep the camera in focus while you work."

“Right,” Ellie said, rolling her eyes as she continued kneading. “You’re just here for moral support and laugh at my flour-covered face.”

"True," you agreed, brushing the tip of her nose with your flour coated finger, you could tell that despite the playful banter, Ellie was surprisingly proud of her skills—despite the flour in her hair, and the random stray bits of dough sticking to her shirt. She paused for a moment, looking over at the camera. “You guys, this is actually kind of fun. like the adult version of slime”

“Who said adults can’t play with slime” you pouted jokingly, “Society.” you laughed out loud at the brunettes response, Ellie grinned, obviously pleased with the teamwork. “Just wait ‘til the pizza’s done. I’m gonna blow your mind, babe.”

“Ok now we need to let the dough rest for about two hours, or until it’s doubled in size—“ “WHAT? TWO FREAKING HOURS?” your girlfriend interrupted, clearly upset by the statement. “Yes Ellie…, now don't be impatient and let’s start with the marinara sauce” you tried cheering her up by occupying her mind on something else.

Ellie dragged you to where the tripod was situated, almost safely and changed it’s angle so the camera got a better view of you and the stove, “Alright all set, so what’s next babe?” she asked, looking at you with her mesmerizing green eyes. “Wait i got distracted— Ok so now we open the tomato cans and pour them into the pot with a little bit of olive oil, a garlic clove, some basil leaves and obviously salt and pepper”.

“Okayyyy chef, see guys that’s why she stays in the kitchen— wait that sounded so wrong… does that count as sexism if we’re lesbians?” Ellie said worried, but you laughed easing her nerves a bit “You are so stupid I think i'm in love with you” She blushed at your comment and proceeded to try and open the can, and try in the sense that you were holding the can while she placed the can opener on the brim of the can. “Why is this shit so hard bro”

Finally after battling with the can for a few minutes Ellie managed to get it open, triumphantly holding up the can opener with a smug grin on her face. “Hey, babe, check this out.” She held the tool in front of you like it was some sort of weapon, pointing at it dramatically. “This... is a can opener,” she said with a wink, then pointed at herself with a teasing smirk. “And this... is a leg opener.” There was a pause before you scoffed, rolling your eyes as you reached for the camera. “I swear, I’m deleting this footage later, just so you know.”

With a final defeated sigh, Ellie popped open the tomato sauce can. “See, I’m good at this.” she said as she started to pour the sauce into the pot. But just as she tilted the can, a little too much sauce splashed up and hit her favorite hoodie. Tiny bright red sauce drops splattered in the center of her chest.

You couldn't help but burst out laughing. “That is literally karma” you teased, your voice dripping with mock pity. “Looks like it’s your turn to clean up, chef.”

Ellie looked down at the red stain, then back at you, unphased. She wiped a bit of sauce off her hoodie with the back of her hand and smirked. “See, this is what happens when yall don’t appreciate my cooking skills.”

“STOP ELLIE YOU’RE MAKING IT WORSE, DON'T WIPE THE SAUCE OFF YOU'RE MAKING A MESS ” you whined at your girlfriend, the hoodie was in fact worse than before. That sauce was not going to come off anytime soon “The only mess i wanna make is the one with your—“ You smacked your free hand on her mouth before she could even finish the sentence. “One more dirty joke and I’m duct taping your mouth shut” you warned her, eyes fixed on hers.

Her eyes sparkled like she might actually enjoy that. You narrowed yours in return.

“Anyway,” you sighed dramatically, turning to face the camera again. “Back to the video. We’re gonna let the sauce simmer with some seasoning and, fingers crossed, it’ll turn out edible.”

Ellie leaned in to sniff the pot. “Smells good. Gordom Ramsey BEWARE we’re coming for you”

You laughed and grabbed your phone again. “Okay, while that simmers, we can start chopping the toppings. You’re on mushroom duty.”

Ellie raised an eyebrow. “You’re letting me handle the knife? While we’re handcuffed?” She said looking directly at the camera like she was some sort of reality cooking show “I trust you babe, just try not to chop your good fingers off.” you said teasingly, Ellie rolled her eyes and with a sigh she settled a few mushrooms on the cutting board and hoped for the best, “You sure you want ME doing this?…” Ellie looked at you, trying to reverse-psychology herself out of the situation, but when you saw how truly worried she was, you took the responsibility of chopping the toppings, while Ellie placed them on little bowls carefully.

“Okay you know what, maybe we should just settle for a classic pepperoni and cheese pizza…” you said glancing at the terribly chopped mushrooms in front of you, Ellie gave you a side eye that said more than words could tell, and you agreed to keep it simple and overall safe.

“Alright guys the chopping is canceled, sometimes you just gotta accept the defeat and move on, even I have to back off sometimes you know” Ellie said dramatically, like she was giving a pep talk to the camera.

“Ok, ok now what the hell are we supposed to do while we wait for the dough to rise?” you asked your girlfriend, “I know some ways we could kill time you know” She said with that stupid grin on her face.

“I would kill you right now but I’m attached to the crime scene so…” you said flatly, looking her dead in the eye, while she was trying to hold her laughter. This girl is going to be the death of you literally.

After a few minutes of thinking what you could actually do, Ellie leaned back against the counter, tapping her fingers like she was waiting for lightning to strike. You were scrolling through the recipe again, double-checking you hadn’t missed anything—until you noticed she was just staring at you.

“What?” you asked, not even looking up.

“I have an idea.”

You sighed immediately. “Of course you do.”

“Hear me out babe, blindfolded lipstick challenge while also being handcuffed… ” she said, already reaching for her phone, to look for the video that had inspired this idea. “We’ve got at least an hour before the dough’s done doing its thing, right?”

Your eyes narrowed. “Ok I’m in, but you should be the one putting the lipstick on me since you’re the one missing your dominant hand.”

Ellie lit up like a Christmas tree at the idea, pushing herself off the counter and dragging you along by the handcuffs toward the tripod. She grabbed it, still grinning, and carried it to the bathroom, where you both agreed the lighting was better (and the mirror would save your lives). You set the tripod down carefully on the sink, adjusting the camera just enough to keep both of you in the frame. Meanwhile, Ellie fumbled with a sleeping mask, pulling it over her eyes and completely blacking out her vision.

“Alright guys, while we do this, I’m gonna read some of the questions you sent to our Instagram story earlier,” you told the camera, trying not to laugh at how serious Ellie looked fumbling blindly with the lipstick in her hand.

“By the way,” Ellie interrupted, lifting the lipstick like it was a microphone, “if you don’t already follow us, it’s either because you’re a loser or you’re new here. Either way, all our socials are linked down below.”

You snickered under your breath as she tapped around your face, trying to locate your lips with the lipstick.

“Anyway, back to the questions,” you said, pulling out your phone. “First one: How did you guys meet?”

Ellie let out a dramatic sigh, like she was preparing to tell an epic love story. “Ah, finally, a normal question. Okay. So, we met in college. I was majoring in Visual Arts, because obviously, gay. And she—” she nodded blindly toward you, “—was majoring in Film. We crossed paths a few times, and I basically had a huge hallway crush on her.”

You smiled at the memory, leaning into her light touch as she awkwardly dabbed lipstick near your mouth.

“We found out we had a bunch of mutual friends, they introduced us, we started talking... and then you know, classic slow-burn, painfully homoerotic friendship that turned into this," Ellie said, waving the lipstick vaguely at the handcuffs between you. “Very on brand for us.”

You both laughed, the camera catching everything perfectly—the lipstick smudging halfway across your cheek, Ellie’s huge grin under the sleeping mask, and the pure chaos that somehow felt like the most natural thing in the world.

“Yeah at the moment I didn’t realize I was a lesbian yet, so that explains the homoerotic tension and painfully slow burn” you explained while Ellie still struggled to locate the lipstick where it needed to be.

“Dudeee stop moving, I can't do this if you keep talking—“ She said desperately “—Ok wait just let me read this question and I’ll let you do your work” you assured her.

You were mid-scroll, trying to find the next question, when you burst out laughing. “Oh my god—okay wait, this one is messed up. Who even asked this?”

Ellie paused, lipstick still in one hand, her other hand hovering awkwardly over your face. “What is it?”

You cleared your throat dramatically and read it in your best game show host voice.

“Would you rather: see your parents having sex... or have your parents see YOU having sex?”

Ellie ripped off the sleeping mask, like she couldn’t believe her eyes (or more likely her ears). “I think I spoke too fucking soon about you guys submitting normal questions.”

You were already crying, laughing, clutching the sink for balance. “I’m not answering that.”

“Oh no, you read it out loud. Now you have to.”

“I literally can’t choose, both are psychological terrorism.”

Ellie made a face like she was in physical pain. “Okay, okay, I think... I’d rather them see me. Just so I have the power. I can be like, ‘That’s what y’all get for traumatizing me first.’ Turn it into a full circle revenge arc.”

You wheezed. “Oh my god.”

“Now you have to answer,” your girlfriend insisted, like a puppy waiting for a treat. “I think I rather see them having sex, but just because I think i’d be too embarrassed and would actually die on the spot if they saw me, so yeah thats my answer, and also it couldn’t get worse you know—“

“—Ok that’s valid.” She pointed the lipstick at the camera like it was a weapon. “Whoever submitted that, you are sick, why would you even think that”. Ellie laughed, but it came out more like a smirk. She adjusted the sleeping mask back in her eyes again and continued to “apply” the lipstick on you.

“Okay I think I’m almost finished— time for the big reveal now, but close your eyes. On the count of three. One…”

“Two” you said in unison.

“Oh god im scared—“ you said already knowing your face probably looked like you made out with a crayon.

“THREE”

You looked in the mirror, bursting into laughter at the sight of the lipstick smeared well past your lips and halfway down your chin. “I look like I just made out with a clown.”

Ellie beamed. Tears in her eyes from the previous laughing fit “You’re welcome.”

“Ok now it’s my turn” you said, snatching the lipstick from her hand, Ellie was still snorting at your lipstick stained face, admiring her work of art, when you tugged the sleeping mask over your eyes. “Okay, my turn. Hand over your face.”

She scoffed, grabbing your wrist and guiding the lipstick into her face “My beautiful face is ready for the sacrifice.”

“Just stay still and don’t make any faces,” you warned, already gripping her chin with your handcuffed hand like an amateur dentist.

“No promises,” she said, settling back on the toilet lid, legs spread like she was about to do an interview with Vogue. She reached for your phone and scrolled through the next question from the Q&A sticker. “Ooooh, here’s one: ‘What’s your biggest ick about each other?’”

You and Ellie both went “oooooh” at the same time, the camera catching it perfectly.

You grinned mischievously. “I’ll go first. Ellie chews on random shit like a dog. Pens, her hoodie drawstrings, bottle caps… one time I caught her with my AirPods case in her mouth.”

Ellie gasped in mock betrayal. “IT WAS ONE TIME.”

You pointed at her. “One time too many.”

Ellie chuckled darkly. “Alright. My ick for you? You take hours to reply to texts. Like, I’ll send ‘are you alive?’ and you’ll answer six hours later with a meme.”

You shrugged, unapologetic. “I have a very active brain. I can’t be tied down.”

“This is your mouth, right?” you asked, blindly smearing the product around her lips like a toddler with a crayon.

Ellie was laughing. “I think that was my nostril, but I’ll allow it.” You giggled, blindly tapping her cheeks with your fingers.

“Okay, next question,” she said, biting back a giggle as the waxy tip grazed her nose. “Oh my god. You’re drawing on my nose, aren’t you?”

“No. I’m outlining your beautiful upper lip,” you lied blatantly, tongue poking out in focus as you smudged the lipstick across half Ellie’s cheek. “Next question, babe.”

Ellie cleared your throat dramatically. “If aliens came to Earth and offered to take one of you back to their planet forever, who would go?”

You didn’t hesitate. “Ellie. Because she’d cry less than me.”

“True, but also It would give me such good lore”

“Shhh,” you hushed her. “Stay still or I’m gonna give you a mustache.”

She burst out laughing as you smudged even more lipstick on her chin. “I swear to god, you’re using my face like a sketchpad.”

You peeked under the blindfold to see her face—her entire mouth, nose, and even her forehead now stained with lipstick from constantly touching her face mid-application.

You shrieked. “You look like the joker”

She looked at the camera with a straight face. “Guys is it giving performance art makeup yes or no”

“You’re giving a sick Victorian child ” you wheezed, “Can we do one last question please” you asked Ellie, she nodded while looking for one last question to end the little q&a.

“Who said ‘I love you’ first?”

Ellie leaned closer to the camera like she was telling a secret. “It was me. But I thought she was asleep when I said it, so technically I didn’t mean to say it out loud.”

“I was literally AWAKE. I was just pretending to sleep because I was so nervous I felt like my heart was getting ripped off my chest”

“You were fake sleeping?” she gasped. “You mean I confessed my undying love to a decoy?”

“Literally yes. But I said it back the next morning, so it still counts.”

“Okay, but can we just acknowledge how poetic that moment was? Me, whispering ‘I love you’ into your unconscious body like a sad poet?”

“And me pretending to sleep like a coward,” you added.

After a few more minutes of waiting — and filming a whole artsy montage of you both modeling the masterpieces that were your lipstick-smeared faces — the dough had finally doubled in size.

Which meant: pizza assembly time.

“Can I roll the dough?” Ellie asked, already scraping the dough out of the bowl with one hand.

“Of course, babe,” you said sweetly. “Just don’t rip my wrist out of the socket while you do it.”

Ellie shot you a cocky grin, grabbed the wooden rolling pin, and planted her uncuffed hand firmly on the left side. You lined up your hand on the right, both of you teamworking the shit out of it — handcuffed, half-delirious, and still somehow making it work. Once the dough was flattened into a kinda-sorta-acceptable circle, you grabbed the pot of sauce and spread a thick layer across it, narrating every step in your best fake cooking show voice.

“And now, we generously apply our lovingly handcrafted marinara— Ellie, STOP eating the toppings!” you snapped, catching her with a full knuckle of shredded mozzarella halfway to her mouth.

She rolled her eyes and popped it in anyway. “Party pooper.”

You dramatically sighed, sprinkling the rest of the cheese over the pizza. That’s when it hit you.

“Oh, fuck, Ellie, we forgot to preheat the oven!”

Ellie froze mid-bite. “...The oven works? I thought it was like a landlord myth.”

You stared at her in disbelief. “Do you even know how to turn it on?”

She shrugged, wiping her cheese-sticky fingers on her jeans. “Not a clue.”

Still filming — the camera balanced on the counter catching every second of this— you both stared helplessly at the untouched oven. After a few seconds of aimless button pressing and frustrated groaning, Ellie threw her head back.

“That’s it. We’re bringing out the big guns.”

She fished her phone out of her pocket (with much difficulty, considering the handcuffs) and FaceTimed Joel.

You both stared at the screen, waiting.

After a few rings, Joel’s tired face popped up — and the second he saw you two, his mouth opened like he was about to say something but no words came out.

“What the hell...?” he finally managed, blinking hard at the sight of his daughter and her girlfriend covered in what looked like smeared clown makeup, chained together by a pair of suspiciously shiny handcuffs.

Ellie cracked up immediately. "Heyyy Joel. We’re filming a video. Long story. Anyway— can you PLEASE tell us how the hell to turn the oven on before we burn the house down?"

You leaned into the frame, offering Joel your sweetest sauce-smudged smile. "Hi Joel!"

He shook his head slowly. "Y’all look like you lost a fight with a three-year-old and a Crayola factory."

Ellie wiped a fake tear. "That’s the nicest thing you've ever said to me, man."

Joel groaned. "And what’s with the damn handcuffs? Jesus Christ."

You started giggling. "Content, Joel. It’s for the content."

Joel gave the camera a look so fatherly it could've been framed. "I don’t even wanna know what kinda content y’all makin'. Alright, listen up. Find the oven buttons."

Ellie spun around dramatically, dragging you along with her. "Found 'em! There's like, a hundred buttons, though!"

Joel sighed, like he already regretted answering. "It ain’t rocket science, El. Look for somethin' that says 'Bake'."

Ellie squinted. "Okay, okay, I see it—What temperature should I set it at?"

Joel pinched the bridge of his nose. "Put it to 400."

"Yessir," Ellie saluted, poking the buttons with her free hand while you tried to steady the camera, still filming everything.

Meanwhile, Joel just kept staring at the two of you. "And you’re really just... sittin' there... wearin’ kids' makeup and chained together like morons."

Ellie grinned wide. "Yup. Living the dream, old man."

"World’s gone to hell," Joel muttered, but he was definitely smiling a little now. "Alright, once it’s preheatin’, leave it alone. No touchin' it. And for the love of god, don't try shovin’ the pizza in there without help, you'll burn the damn house down."

You gave a thumbs-up. "Thank you Joel! Love you!"

He shook his head but you swore you saw the smallest smile tug at his mouth.

"Yeah, yeah. Love you too, kiddo. Don't die."

With that, he hung up.

Ellie turned to the camera with a shit-eating grin.

"And THAT, ladies and gentlemen, was Joel Miller making his monthly YouTube appearance ."

You cackled, wiping some flour off your forehead.

"I can already smell the comments."

Ellie threw an arm (and by proxy, your handcuffed arm) around your shoulders.

"We should make him do the 'Handcuffed Baking Challenge' next time."

"Joel would rather be hit with a golf stick" you snorted.

"Facts," Ellie agreed proudly.

After hanging up with Joel, you and Ellie high-fived but it came out more like an awkward clank of your wrists, and turned back to the unfinished pizza sitting on the counter.

“Alright, final touches before this baby goes in the oven,” you announced, grabbing the bag of pepperoni.

Ellie wiggled her eyebrows. “Let’s make a pepperoni shaped figure on it.”

You snorted. "Like, a heart? A smiley face?"

Ellie grinned mischievously. "Nah. I was thinking something more mature."

You gave her a warning look. “If you suggest a dick shape, I swear to god—”

Ellie gasped dramatically, clutching her chest. "I would NEVER—okay, I was totally thinking a dick shape, but whatever, party pooper. Smiley face it is."

Handcuffed and giggling like idiots, the two of you painstakingly arranged the pepperonis into a smiley face, which turned out looking more like the default male roblox face. It took way longer than it should have — every time Ellie moved a piece, she’d yank your wrist with her, causing you to mess up your side, and vice versa.

"STOP MOVING!" you cried.

"I CAN'T, YOU'RE BREATHING TOO LOUD," Ellie shot back, sticking her tongue out in concentration.

Finally, after what felt like a solid ten minutes of struggling, the pizza was ready — just as the oven beeped, signaling it was preheated.

"Moment of truth, baby," Ellie said solemnly.

Together, you shuffled over to the oven like some three-legged race team from hell. You opened the oven door (barely), Ellie held the pizza tray with one hand, and you guided the oven rack out with your free one.

T-rex was awakened from his nap by the sound of you guys fumbling with the oven door, which caused him to meow so loud, you thought Ellie had stepped on his tail.

"Please don't drop it, please don't drop it, please don't drop it," you chanted under your breath as you both maneuvered it inside.

Somehow, miraculously, the pizza slid into the oven without major casualties.

You both whooped and fist-bumped midair.

"Alright, while that's cooking, we should probably clean up... before Joel somehow senses the chaos and drives over here," you joked, grabbing the dirty bowls and utensils.

Ellie groaned dramatically but helped you anyway, dragging you along to the sink like a reluctant kid.

The two of you struggled through washing dishes — you holding the plates, Ellie scrubbing them, occasionally splashing water all over the counter (and each other).

"This is teamwork, right?" Ellie said, throwing a sudsy sponge at your chest.

"Teamwork makes the dream work, baby," you said, wiping the water off your shirt with exaggerated dignity.

Facing the camera, Ellie leaned closer, water dripping down her sleeve.

"I just want the record to show," she said seriously, "that I do in fact help with the dishes in this house"

You bumped her hip with yours. "Barely."

Ellie laughed, then turned to the camera again, her green eyes bright.

"Alright guys, if you’re still watching this mess, comment down below who do you think is carrying this relationship: me, or her?" she pointed at you with a soapy finger.

You gasped. "First of all, it’s me, easily. Secondly, stop slandering me on MY YouTube channel."

Ellie wiggled her brows. "Our channel, babe. Equality."

“Equality would be you doing more of the dishes,” you muttered under your breath, making the camera catch it, and sending Ellie into another fit of laughter.

Just as you finished drying the last plate (and somehow still soaked the front of your shirts), Ellie sniffed dramatically.

"I'm actually so proud of us babe, even if the pizza turns out like shit (Which it wont) we did such a good job for being HANDCUFFED"

You leaned into her, grinning.

"Yes I agree, it wasn’t half as terrible as I thought"

Ellie flexed her still-cuffed arm like she was being awarded a medal.

"Told you It was a great idea"

“Yeah, yeah, now let's settle down for a bit — my legs hurt from standing up all day," you huffed dramatically, dragging Ellie along with you towards the couch.

Ellie clumsily carried the camera with her free hand and set it down on your little coffee table, adjusting it so you were both in frame. Finally, you collapsed onto the couch, feeling like you could melt into the cushions.

"I'm so hungry I could eat T-Rex," you groaned, your cat immediately hopping onto your lap and purring loudly.

"HEY. WHAT THE HELL," Ellie gasped, immediately scandalized. "Leave our baby out of this" She reached out with her free hand to pet T-Rex, who purred even louder at the attention.

"Who's a good boy? Who’s mama's good boy?" you cooed, scratching his chin just right, making his tail twitch with satisfaction.

Ellie watched the scene with a blank face before deadpanning at the camera, "I just got a girl boner from that."

You gave her a scandalized look and tugged at the front of her hoodie. "You're unbelievable."

"And yet," Ellie said smugly, ruffling your hair, "you’re still with me. Tragic."

You rolled your eyes, settling back against her shoulder. "If you could only bring one thing to a remote island, what would you bring?" Ellie asked suddenly, throwing the question toward the camera like it was a game show.

You answered without hesitation. "You. Obviously. There’s no one else I'd rather be stuck with."

“Aweee—“ Ellie's face went soft immediately, cheeks flushing pink. She leaned down and kissed the top of your head.

“—Same for me," she murmured, then smirked. "And honestly, if we were stuck on some island together, we would definitely survive. We'd never be bored."

You pulled back just enough to squint at her suspiciously. "Again with the sex jokes. I'm trying to have a moment here, Ellie."

"You love it," she teased, winking at the camera like she was hosting a late-night comedy show. "But seriously," she continued, getting a little more earnest, "I think we’d keep each other sane. Or, you know... drive each other insane. Either way, it’d be fun."

You laughed, leaning your head against her shoulder again.

"Besides," Ellie added with a shit-eating grin, flexing her arm dramatically, "you'd need my big strong arms to protect you from wild animals or whatever."

You pulled back, raising an eyebrow. "Define big."

Ellie clutched her chest like you’d just stabbed her. "You’re so mean to me on camera. They're gonna think you’re the top”

You snickered. "Oh my god."

Just as Ellie was about to ask another stupid hypothetical question, a loud beep echoed from the kitchen.

"Saved by the bell!" you gasped, practically throwing T-Rex off your lap meowing in betrayal as you and Ellie scrambled to your feet, your girlfriend rabbed the camera off the table with her free hand. "Alright guys, moment of truth. Will it be edible? Stay tuned."

You wobbled into the kitchen together like a two-headed creature from a sci-fi movie.

Somehow you managed to get the oven open without burning yourselves alive. Ellie used a kitchen towel to yank the tray out while you hovered next to her, uselessly gasping and flapping your free hand like that would help.

"Hot hot hot hot hot!" Ellie hissed as she placed the pizza down on the counter.

You both leaned over it, admiring your work.

"Honestly?" you said. "We ate this shit up."

"I wish you guys could smell it, it’s fucking heavenly." Ellie declared, giving the camera a dramatic chef's kiss.

You quickly sliced up the pizza using the pizza cutter, the two of you fighting over who was worse at it. Once you had two steaming slices on plates, you remembered the handcuffs and gave Ellie a mischievous look.

"Okay. We have to feed each other," you said, grabbing your slice with your dominant hand and holding it out toward her.

Ellie immediately cackled. "Cheers baby"

Still filming, you both counted down — "Three, two, one" — and tried to feed each other at the same time. Both of you missed by like three inches.

The pizza folded, the toppings slid around, and when you finally did get a bite into your mouth—

"AH FUCK, IT’S HOT!" you both yelled, flailing dramatically.

Ellie was fuming out of her mouth, nearly dropping her plate. "I think my taste buds just dissolved."

You fanned your mouth like that would help, eyes watering. "I can’t feel my tongue."

Eventually, once your mouths stopped being on fire, you both flopped onto the floor, handcuffed, eating pizza straight from the plate like it was a survival movie.

Ellie leaned into the camera with a dead serious face. "Let’s try again, I couldn’t taste anything other than lava"

You guys took another bite of the pizza (blowing it off a bit so it would be edible) and it was actually very tasty, the surprised look on each other’s faces said everything.

“This is so good I could orgasm right now” You said dramatically. “Just proving once again lesbians can do anything” Ellie added, proud of her work.

Between bites, Ellie looked at the camera, grease on her chin, and said, "We would could definitely make it to Masterchef"

"Absolutely" you agreed through a mouthful of cheese.

After a few minutes of shoving pizza into your faces, you both finally sat back up, looking absolutely wrecked — sauce stains, flour in your hair, and lipstick smears everywhere.

Ellie reached over and adjusted the camera a little, her fingers smudging the lens slightly. “Alright losers thanks for watching our video, it means a lot to us” You giggled, wiping your mouth on your sleeve. “But seriously, thank you for hanging out with us today, and for putting up with whatever this video was.”

“We love you guys so much, for real,” Ellie said, her voice a little softer now. She reached over and bumped your shoulder with hers. “Don’t forget to like and subscribe, you know leave a little comment and let us know if you like this type of videos or what would y’all like to see” You leaned into her, smiling. “And also thank you for sending in the craziest questions, you guys rock”

Ellie laughed under her breath and turned her head slightly, looking at you — her eyes all soft and melty despite the absolute war crime that was both your appearances.

Without thinking, you tilted your head too, closing the small gap between you.

Just as your lips brushed hers, you saw Ellie smirk against your mouth and suddenly lift her free hand to slap it over the camera lens — cutting the video feed to black mid-kiss.

The last thing the viewers heard before the screen went dark was the soft sound of you laughing against her lips and Ellie whispering, “So… about what you said earlier”

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˖⁺｡˚⋆˙private, not a secret | MV1˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: max verstappen x wife!reader y/n (she/her)

genre: social media au, established/secret relationship

warnings: very fluffy :))

summary: in which you and your husband like to keep things on the low so much so that none of his fans know about the family you have together

a/n: i luv this req tbh i lowkey luv writing kids in it's sooo cute im lowkey broody af atm too 😭 helllll

request!!!: Hi!! Could I request an smau with max where he has a secret family or something idk I just think it could be really cute !

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there is always going to be rumours ahout my relationship considering we keep things to ourselves, neither of us find it necessary to comment on them very often. *laughs* i've never heard anyone say i'm hiding y/n, no. we have always been private but never ever a secret and that's how it will remain for the most part

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The First Move ༊*·˚

18+ MDNI !!!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader / You

Summary: A slightly disorganised account of being friends-with-benefits (or slightly more) with Spencer Reid.

Tags: Unprotected sex (birth control mentioned though), Creampie, P in V, Semi-public office sex, Fingering, Friends with Benefits, Secret relationship, Very minor hinted breeding kink (?), Awkward/Inexperienced!Spencer, Pining, Spencer Reid in glasses, Menstruation mention.

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Authors note: This will probably be my last fic for quite a while because all my final uni due dates are rapidly approaching and sadly I need to focus on them, I will be back tho... I feel like this has a weird structure but I'm prob just in my head about it lol... Hope you like it anyway mwah ( ◕◡◕)っ ♡

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Spencer had never known what to answer when asked if he had a type, frustrated how regularly the question seemed to come up despite it being nobody's business but his own. His life had given him room for very few crushes over the years, in fact, for a long time in his teen years he had thought that sex and romance was uninteresting to him entirely, caught up in his studies and with no one age appropriate around to latch onto with his developing hormones. Sure, he saw pretty girls that caught his eye on occasion, but he was never around them enough to know if that feeling was anything more than aesthetic. He’d thought he was different from everyone else in this aspect as he was in most other ways, and had more or less come to terms with it, when it all changed. He hated change, even if this change made him more ‘normal’, and had been completely thrown off when he realised he could in fact experience crushes and arousal towards real women, rather than just fictional characters. It turned out, he had just been looking for something specific.

Now he knew what his ‘type’ was, but still had no answer to the question when asked, too embarrassed to admit it. He liked a woman who took charge, not to the point of a specific dynamic, but a confident woman who made the first moves. Perhaps it was a symptom of his insecurity, perhaps his general personality, but he found it very arousing when a woman took charge of him, showing unabashed interest and guiding him around. He wanted, deeply, to be wanted. You were just that, and deep down he’d known it from the moment he met you. Immediately, he was interested when he met you in the BAU meeting room, you being introduced as the newest member of the team. You were well-dressed and styled, but not to the point of standing out or being flashy, tasteful quality fabrics and an air of confidence most new recruits didn’t have. And, of course, you were insanely beautiful. 

For months, he did nothing about the crush he was harbouring on you. He didn’t have the confidence, and either way, you were coworkers, it would just get messy if you did get involved in some way. Yet, when you made the first move, all of Spencer’s worries flew out of the window.

“I like your shirt,” you smile wryly, sitting yourself on his desk in front of him, forcing his eyes upward away from the case files he’s reviewing. He flushes. The two of you are completely alone in the bullpen, not for the first time, both working overtime. It’s another thing he likes about you, similar dedication to the work. He clears his throat.

“Thanks,” he gives an awkward tightlipped smile, spinning his pen between his fingers. You smile back, tilting your head and tracing your eyes down the fabric. A subtle light purple floral print.

“Most guys wouldn’t wear something like that,” you hum. The comment makes him nervous.

“I- uh… I know it’s not very manly–” he stammers, flushed and embarrassed, assuming you were being backhanded. He knew he didn’t dress macho like someone like Morgan, but at various times he’d gone shopping and tried on more ‘manly’ outfits, he’d just felt so completely ridiculous and not himself, so had given up on it. He liked the clothes he wore, did it really matter what other people thought? They already found him weird either way. But when it was you saying it, suddenly it mattered more than ever.

“No! Reid!” A chuckle escapes your lips despite yourself. “I’m serious, I like it, it’s a compliment, it’s fun,” you reach out, running a fingertip over the sleeve, making his muscles tense a little. He swallows, averting his eyes for a moment before looking back at you.

“Sorry I… I’m used to people meaning the opposite of what they say… you know?” he laughs nervously, stopping himself from speaking further, watching your hand fall back to your side. You shrug.

“I always mean what I say, I don’t bother with games, it’s a great shirt,” A moment of silence passes as your eyes meet. Spencer can’t seem to stop himself opening his mouth again.

“And anyway… I certainly wouldn’t describe myself as fun, I’m like… the opposite of fun… I uh…” he voice dies away as his eyes follow your hand up to play with the small pendant on your necklace, drawing his attention to your cleavage. He’s sure you didn’t have so many buttons popped earlier today. He mentally berates himself for even having noticed that, but can’t seem to draw his eyes away from your chest, especially as you lean forward a little. You notice his wide eyes on you and it reminds you why you came over here in the first place.

“Do you like my shirt, Dr Reid?” you whisper, your voice low and sultry and immediately travelling down to his crotch. The question throws him off and he flounders, his mouth gaping for a moment, the pen stopping between his fingers. Lashes flutter as his eyes meet yours, praying he isn’t imagining the lust he sees there. Still, he’s too nervous he’s misinterpreting you. He cannot comment on your body, the last thing he wants to do is ever make you uncomfortable, so he stays somewhere safer, albeit, unconvincingly. 

“It’s a great… colour,” he smiles shakily. This seems to be the wrong answer, as your face falls a little in disappointment. For a moment, you think he’s rebuffed you, perhaps you’d been imagining his staring all this time and he really wasn’t interested. You shift your legs, preparing to hop off of his desk and leave him alone, when you spot his eyes darting to your thighs, Adam’s apple bobbing noticeably, eyes dark. Taking a great risk, you shift your legs again, spreading them just slightly, trying to cling onto your flimsy prospect of plausible deniability. His breath hitches, his eyes wide and laser-focused. The shadow of a bulge in his slacks as you glance down his body is all you need to finally stop beating around the bush. 

“You’re getting hard,” you state simply, keeping your word about not playing games. Spencer’s mouth falls open, completely in shock that you’ve said that to him. Though he hadn’t yet noticed it himself, he can’t really deny it, glancing down, it’s clear that it’s pretty unmistakable. Your directness turns him on, so when you reach down, your hand curling around his tie and pulling him forward, he goes more than willingly toward you, rising from his desk chair. “I could help you with it,” you whisper as his lips stop just before yours, a shaky breath washing over them. “If you want…” you add with a seductive purr. He nods an eager agreement, eyes closed and breaths shallow, moaning the instant your lips touch. It’s nervous, as many first kisses are, Spencer is a little shaky, needing you to guide him to stand between your legs. You play with the strands of hair by his ear, using them to keep him held close, though he isn't exactly trying to pull away. An uncertain hand cups your jaw and he draws your bottom lip into his mouth, sucking lightly. It’s the only move in his repertoire, but it works beautifully, drawing a soft sinful sound from your lips. He responds in kind, whining as both of your hands tangle into his hair. To him, it’s heaven. When you lie back, he barely allows his lips to disconnect from yours, following you down in desperation, propping himself over top of your body. As your legs wrap around his hips and pull him in, he’s done for.

The night turns into your first hook-up of many to come. You let him take you on his desk, finding his fumbling enthusiasm both endearing and sexy. He’s gentle and cautious, it’s obvious he’s nervous beyond belief, but you placate him with sweet words, and take the lead whenever you need to. He’s long, thin and slightly curved, his head falling into the crook of your neck with a loud moan as he bottoms out inside of you. The actual sex is over a little fast, this isn’t his first time, but it’s not far from it, combined with the fact the two of you are technically in public and that he’s having sex with you of all people, means he really has no hope lasting long. Honestly, he thinks it’s a miracle he lasted as long as he did. Breathless and apologetic, he tries to think what to do next. He’s no douchebag, he isn’t going to use you and disregard your pleasure, but he’s entirely unsure how to achieve your pleasure. In theory, yes, he knows everything about pleasing a woman from all the books he’s read in case of this situation. But it is so very different to be presented with the real thing. You don’t look like one of the clinical diagrams he’s used to seeing, and he’s not sure he’s entirely lucid after being allowed to come inside of you. Seeing his release dripping out of you doesn’t help. You giggle a little as you see his wide-eyed look, the gasp that leaves his lips.

“I think I’ve just discovered something about myself,” he confesses, pupils dilated as he thoughtlessly reaches up and uses his finger to push the release back into you. The moan you grant him tells him you liked the action as much as he did. He gets to work trying to recreate what he’s read in his books now that his hand is on you anyway. After a good while of figuring out your anatomy, he’s surprisingly deft with his fingers. You knew you’d always stared at his hands for a reason. You pull him down for a kiss as you come, very glad for your birth control.

He can’t quite believe he’s had sex with you, sitting completely dazed on the metro on the way home afterward. He’d never done something so wild, with so little forethought or discussion, in his life. He certainly can’t bring himself to regret anything. Despite making very sure with you that no evidence was left behind, he was anxious, convinced that everyone would somehow know what had happened on his desk when they came into work the next day. He replays the encounter over and over in his head once he’s at home in his bed, never so grateful for his eidetic memory. Part of him wants to call you, but he just can’t get himself to.

It was nearly a month before you hooked up again, much to both of your chagrin. You had been waiting around for him to invite you to his apartment or something but slowly came to realise it wasn’t going to happen. He was still too nervous around you, more so than before, despite what you had done together. Constantly stuttering and wringing his hands when talking to you about a case, staring longingly across the bullpen and following you around like a lost puppy when on a case together. With his behaviour as it was, it was a testament to his professionalism that he was able to focus on the cases at all, but whenever there was a quiet moment, it was back to you. It amused you that no one on the team had figured out what had happened, just assuming Spencer’s little crush had got worse, always shocked how you managed to stay ‘oblivious’. He brought you coffee, carried your go-bag onto the plane for you, always hanging around you afterward for a while, staring at you shyly and waiting. But he never once dared to make the first move.

Eventually, you get sick of his pining and you just invite yourself to his apartment, catching up to him as he leaves work and threading your arm through his, taking the metro with him. He seems over the moon, chattering with nervous excitement to you as you walk from the metro station to his apartment. Once inside, you push him backwards into his bedroom, causing him to fall back on the bed. You hop up to straddle him and he’s never been so aroused in his life. He sounds so whiny and eager as you ride him, more than happy to be with you again and bring you pleasure in any way he can. By the end of that night, he knew he was addicted to you with no going back. When you fall asleep in his bed, he spends a long time just looking at you and stroking your cheek. You are beautiful and he is falling for you, but he doesn’t know what to say or do about it.

From then on, you invite yourself over at least once a week, if not more, walking arm in arm with him to and from the metro station, spending the nights blowing his mind and ever entwining yourself into his life for several months. You’d even hooked up in the employee bathrooms at work at one point, but had immediately decided not to do it again when Penelope nearly caught you. It had been fun nonetheless. Sneaking into his hotel room when out on a case was another common way to initiate, so common that Spencer had just started texting you his room number as soon as the team got to a given hotel, knowing you would come visit him once everyone else was in their rooms and not likely to catch you sneaking to him.

In a matter of moments from entering his room, you’re guiding him backwards toward the bed as you kiss feverishly, struggling to kick off your shoes before hopping up into his lap like normal. He hums happily, his large hands settling on your hips, fingers flexing anxiously, still not quite used to your physicality despite the months of hook-ups. He leans back against the headboard, looking up at you with a slightly awed expression. The heat was already rising between you, leading you to shrug off the robe you’d wrapped around yourself for your way here, letting it fall to the floor. Spencer twitches beneath you as the clear outline of your breasts, and your nipples which are pebbled from the cold, come into view. Yet, he doesn’t try to pounce on you like most guys might, just giving a shaky smile and running a tender hand up your side. You smile back, cupping his cheek and running your thumb over the cheekbone.

“Have I ever told you I like your glasses?” you muse. He puffs out a laugh.

“Once, when I first started wearing them, but I didn’t believe you,” he chuckles and you do too.

“Well, I do like them, they make you look cute,” You place a kiss on his cheek, trailing toward his jaw. He laughs once more, though more unstable now, tilting his head to give you access. 

“I don’t think I get called cute all that much,” he jokes, eyes meeting yours as you pull away to look at him.

“You should be, you’re a total cutie,” you tease, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to his lips which he eagerly reciprocates, his fingers twitching, debating moving somewhere else. “The,” kiss. “Cutest,” another kiss. “Ever,” you smile against his lips. He smiles back, a hand sliding up your back and pulling you closer to press against his body. You were so complimentary lately, it made his head spin. Your hands move up, gently removing his glasses as they press into you uncomfortably when the two of you kiss. “It’s a shame, they really do something for me,” you smirk as you fold them closed. He reaches out to stop you, taking the glasses from you and slipping them onto your face. You blink, trying to adjust to the blurriness of his prescription. He takes the sight of you in for a moment before dramatically wrinkling his nose. 

“Yeah, not your look,” you gasp and smack his arm lightly, making him laugh.

“You total ass!” 

“I’m kidding, you look as adorable as ever, it’s unfair, how can you make everything work?” he squeezes your side. You roll your eyes, taking off the glasses and placing them in the open glasses case on his nightstand. He watches you, rubbing your sides slowly. “Do the glasses really do something for you?” he asks quietly.

“Yeah, I don’t really know why, they just do,” you shrug, sitting back up properly in his lap, shifting your hands to rub his chest through his pyjama shirt. “Anything that I wear do it for you?”

“Everything,” he grins. You laugh.

“I’m being serious!” you prod his chest.

“So am I! Seriously, whenever I’m around you it’s like… I’m one whiff of your shampoo away from getting hard,” he confesses, a quiet and slightly nervous laugh puffing out of his chest. Of course, he knows you must have noticed this by now, but actually confessing to it aloud feels a little pathetic. He’s just so… enamored with you. You tilt your head, staring down at him.

“You’re such a horny little freak,” you giggle, cupping his chin and leaning down to give him a kiss. “I would have never guessed it when we first met,” he laughs against your lips, shifting your hips against his so you’re sitting comfortably.

“You must bring it out of me, I wasn’t like this before,” he retorts a little nervously. He’s still a bit unsure around you, worried that he’s going to say the wrong thing and scare you away forever, but every day it gets a little easier. You get a little closer to him and don’t get scared away when you see the ugly. It feels so good it hurts.

Like the other week when you’d come home with him, only for his mother’s sanitarium to call while you’d been making out on his couch. It had only been to inform him about some medication changes, but the fact they’d called him had freaked him out. He tried so hard not to cry, it was ridiculous, nothing was even wrong, he wanted to be strong for you, but the tears had come anyway. Instead of finding him odd, or sitting and awkwardly waiting for it to pass, you’d soothed him for a bit, stroking his hair, and then endeavoured to distract him. You’d put on a documentary for him and made him some tea, sitting in his lap while he calmed down and watched the documentary. He’d felt like a big baby, but it felt good to be cared for. You’d left his apartment that night without getting what you’d come there for, but you never seemed upset, being your normal teasing self the next day at work, twisting his tie around your hand when you’d caught him alone by the coffee machines, taunting him by pretending you were going to kiss him and pulling back. He’d been able to steal a kiss later that day by hanging back to pack up after a meeting. When he’d apologised for the previous night, you’d just said you were glad he was okay. He blinks rapidly as you snap your fingers in front of his face.

“Spence? Where’d you go? You like… glazed over,” you pout. He smiles sheepishly, reaching up to push a hair out of your face.

“I was just thinking about you,” he admits. You huff. 

“I’m right here! You don’t have to think about me!”

“I know, I know, sorry, just got lost in my thoughts,” he pulls you closer so your chests are pressed together, pecking your forehead and taking a subtle whiff of your hair. The scent seems to immediately lower his blood pressure, you just made him feel safe these days, he wished he could stop being so nervous and just enjoy things. “You mean the world to me,” he whispers in an effort to do just that. The words make you pause, you don’t really expect them, but they warm your heart to no end. 

“You mean the world to me too,” you rest your forehead to his for a quiet moment. His eyes close and he drinks up your words and your closeness. One day, and it would be soon, he was going to ask you to be his girlfriend. It was a terrifying prospect and the idea that you might say no was so painful it was physical, but he had to do it. More and more often he almost finds himself blurting out that he loves you, and if he’s going to tell you that, it’s going to be on purpose. Probably with flowers and chocolate-covered strawberries, or maybe running through an airport if the movies he’d been watching for inspiration were anything to go by. However he decided to do it, it would have to be special, prove that he cared for you without a shadow of a doubt, and hopefully aid in making you fall for him. Part of him just wished you’d say it first, like you did with most things, but there wasn’t really any telling if you felt that way. You’d been different with him lately, and he hoped it wasn’t too optimistic to consider you might feel the same as he did. Your head shifted to his shoulder and your body melted onto his, clearly assuming that tonight would be a cuddling night. You’d done this a few times now, after particularly scarring cases or when you were on your period, it wasn’t really usual friends-with-benefits stuff, but in your line of work, a little cuddle was often very much needed, so was justifiable. He turns his head to kiss your forehead again.

“Don’t give up on me just yet,” he whispers, hoping to sound lighthearted. 

“Yeah?” you ask quietly, looking up at him as he looks down to meet your eyes. “I’m not giving up,” you whisper, kissing his jaw a few times. The words have deeper meaning to Spencer and he takes a shaky breath.

“I just may need you to make the first move,” he smiles, shifting to face you. You smile simply.

“What’s new?”

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