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tears in my eyes, thank you anon ❤️❤️❤️ you are also loved as welll <333
#help that is so cute#and you really chose your day cause i've been having a really rough one#so this is really nice thank youuuu#anon asks#aiden asks#anon ask#i love youuuuu
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KIUDAAAA 🫂 we won so hard
#thank youuuu for this awww i feel so loved 🥰 youre probably asleep but for when you see this how are youuuuu#kiuda.txt#ask.txt
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OH MY GOD HAPPY BIRTHDAY QUINNNN MY BABYYYYYYYY .·°՞(≧□≦)՞°·. i feel like everyone should be allowed to have the day off from work on their birthday, but i digress….you deserve so much from life and even more. your brilliant brain and posts make my day. i love seeing your notifications pop up on my phone, it’s like a little reward as i make it through the day. I WISH YOU NOTHING BUT LOVE AND HAPPINESS IN THIS NEW AGE AND FOR THE REST OF YOUR DAYS ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH. and i’ll be over to celebrate after work, so be ready!! <3
LENNYYYYYYYY OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! for what it’s worth I AGREE i think it should be a national holiday so we can all be at home and play :33 DKDKCKDKD BUT WAAAAAAAH i adore you so much :’) i love getting to talk to you and see YOUR posts and hear all your thoughts i love you SOOOO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!! COME OVER NOW i will bust out the cake and balloons and candles and I’ll make you your favorite little drinks and we can play :333 I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!
#THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE W ME I LOVE YOUUUU#I WISH YOU A WONDERFUL WEEKEND TOO MY DEAR <33333#COME OVER NOW WE HAVE TO CUDDLE AND HAVE TREATS :3333#I LOVE YOUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#q celebrates#lenny <3
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max x yn!singer - social media au
fc: sabrina carpenter
part 1 : HERE
notes: please please please let me know what ya think !!! ❣ rt's are appreciated !!! (i used google translate for some dutch words, so let me know if anything's wrong!!)
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maxverstappen1
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maxverstappen1 3 🏆
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user1 wait is y/n taller or is max shorter ??
↳yourinstagram 7 inch heels 🫣...
user2 PARENTS !!!!
user3 first picture needs to be framed 🥺
yourinstagram love youuuuu 💙
user4 MY GOAT 🐐
user5 TIME FOR 4 🏆🏆🏆🏆
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yourinstagram quick trip.... 💋💙
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user1 never looked better !!!
user2 cuties 😪
maxverstappen1 best date ever ❤
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user3 bro why aren't they ever paparazzied together?? like is it PR??? he was papped with his ex....
↳user4 because his ex called the paparazzi..... ↳user5 they both rarely get papped when they are alone so it's the same when they're together, he was ALWAYS papped with his ex so..... put 2 and 2 together 🙃
user6 wearing 7 inch heels only to still be shorter then max🤭
danielricciardo max looks so yummy 🤤
↳yourinstagram he is 😉 ↳danielricciardo ew ↳yourinstagram YOU started it ?? ↳user7 😭😭?
user8 two goats 😋
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yourinstagram
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yourinstagram coachellaaaa weekend 1 & 2 what a dream !! these were two of the most electrifying shows I've ever played 💙!!!!, and I can’t believe you guys were already singing along to espresso (more to come soon 😉). I feel so incredibly lucky to of gotten the honor to perform for you all. thank you to everyone who came to watch and everyone watching at home!!!!
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user1 you ate that mama 🤩
maxverstappen1 wow wow wow my mooie meisje (pretty girl)
maxverstappen1 every time i see you it's like seeing you for the first time
maxverstappen1 y/nchella is going to be the only thing on my mind for awhile....
↳user2 BRO you have practice in CHINA in TWO DAYS ????? IT'S A SPRINT WEEKEND TOO ?!?!?!?!? ↳maxverstappen1 y/n on the mind while driving helps me win ↳user2 ..... ↳user2 i respect it 🤝
maxverstappen1 love you my mooie meisje (pretty girl)
↳yourinstagram love youuuu 😚 ↳yourinstagram i'll be waiting for you in miami 😉 ↳user3 ohhh they freaky 🤭
user4 i've NEVER seen max comment like this before holyyyyy 😭💀
user5 WAIT i thought espresso was a "cute little song" but are we getting a new album soon??
↳user6 she got out of a sh1tty relationship then got into a healthy relationship so i think she has a few things to write about.....😭
user7 espresso the hit that you are!!!!!!!!!
user8 the woman that you are wow wow wow 🤯
user9 the vocals !! the fits !! and the FACE !! TENS across the board 😩
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voguemagazine While we're patiently waiting for the release of Y/n's album Short n' Sweet, lets go behind the scenes of the 2nd single "Please Please Please"s music video which featured L/n's boyfriend and Three Time Formula One Champion of World Max Verstappen.
"I ended the last video getting arrested, so naturally I thought it would be satisfying to start the 'Please Please Please' video in jail", said the singer. "I liked the idea of falling in love with a convict and being shocked and embarrassed every time he commits crimes. I was sooo lucky to get Max Verstappen in the video 'cause he's a busy guy but I was a little unsure who I wanted to play the guy who I was falling in love with, then I realized "why not have the guy your in love with be the love interest?" and he was instantly down." said the singer after the music video was released.
The video’s director said "The amount of energy and effort he put in while also being conscious of being out of the way or it not being about him, it was great. It’s hard to cast people in general, but to get them that dedicated is unique." he added "During the first few takes before Max got used to having to act, anytime he'd look at Y/n he'd smile and almost like melt so we had to give him a few pointers but after that he killed it" video’s director said about Verstappen.
The director added "The two were professional on camera but after the camera cut they'd laugh and behave as any other couple, it’s super weird and very meta. They’re essentially playing themselves in this really elevated and theatrical way that is not themselves at all. Now there was this responsibility because they’re a couple and they’re being filmed together for the first time in this kind of really big way, so that responsibility of doing them both justice and making them both look amazing and making sure that people understand that this is fiction while keeping it light and lovely became the priority."
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user1 this bts just told me that they are crazy in love 😭❤
user2 my favorite part was when dua and callum broke up a day after the music video came out
↳user3 then got back together.... just messy 😭 ↳user2 they are prob gonna break up again after the albums out 🤫
user4 max being down to do this is so iconic, also him posting her any chance he gets is my favorite thing!!
user5 it's SOOOO refreshing to see that she's so much more happier in this relationship !! and the fact that he isn't afraid to talk about her
↳user6 they do it very tastefully too!! like anytime i hear something that they've said about each other it always seems so genuine and love filled 🥺❤ ↳user5 this!!! anytime her ex was asked about her he was always so annoyed but when she was asked she would always praise him but he just never did the same 😕
user7 STOPPPP the picture of her hiding behind him is so cute
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yourinstagram Short n’ Sweet is officially yours now!!!
i feel extremely lucky that each time i write a new record i learn a little bit more about myself, and can create from that place. the making of short n’ sweet was one of the most special, honest, up and down, stupid and fun experiences of my life.
thank you to my brilliant talented friends, writers, producers, mixers, engineers, and creative minds that helped me bring this world and these songs to life. not a serious thought was thunk yet somehow they were.. lol i love you all and am so grateful.
I will keep this short n sweet buuuut more soon. go listen now and i hope you love it as much as i do❤
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user1 Your mind ❤️!
maxverstappen1 love you so much. So so proud of you 💙
↳yourinstagram love love love love youuuu , ty for being you 💙
user2 So endlessly proud of you
oscarpiastri Ahhhhhh I'm obsessed!!
↳yourinstagram TYYYYYYY Mr. Pastry 😁
user3 So proud of you and love you endlessly. Can't pick a favorite!!!
user4 i was already obsessed two seconds in to the first song like wow… you are truly unreal. my favorite album to exist
danielricciardo most perfect album of all time
↳yourinstagram ty dannyy ☺
user5 short n sweet = no skips 💋
user6 Wowowow I didn’t skip a single song in this album. 💿 loooove it so much angel.
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maxverstappen1
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maxverstappen1 So so so proud of you, Short n' Sweet has been on repeat from the second i heard it. Seeing how hard you've worked and how much of yourself you've put into this and being by your side every step of the way has been such a pleasure.
love you y/n 💙
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maxverstappen1 also, would happily fulfill your wishes of making you juno yourinstagram 😁
↳maxverstappen1 or try some freaky positions... ↳user1 MAXX ?? ↳redbullracing Max, please think of the sponsor's.... ↳maxverstappen1 I'm opening the door to new sponsors.... ↳yourinstagram STOPPPP ↳yourinstagram their gonna take away your social media privilege's 😭 ↳user2 are we ignoring the fact that max said he'd happily impregnate Y/N ?????
user3 the first and last picture's are so cute 😪
user4 i need to be in a relationship NOW 😠
user5 he loves her so bad.... im gonna be single forever 😩
user6 IF A MAN WANTED TOO, HE WOULD!!!
user7 these pic's almost make you forget she's getting freaky deaky on the album
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enews 🚨 BREAKING 🚨 Callum Turner and Dua Lipa have called it quits after a year of on and off dating. The timeline of when the two started dating is unclear but after a dinner in Los Angeles where the two seemed to be having problems the pair left the restaurant at the same time but in separate cars.
Only a day after the break up Turner was seen with a mystery blonde women while Dua Lipa was seen at an airport heading for London.
The relationship seemed to of become rocky after Y/n L/n released her singles "Espresso" and "Please Please Please". Then with the release of Y/n L/n's album Short n’ Sweet which contains multiple songs that are about their relationship.
Do you think it's a "Coincidence" they've broken up multiple time's around the releases' of Y/n L/n's music ?
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user1 just MESSSYYYY people omg
user2 i do NOT feel bad for either of them 😭
↳user like he fumbled y/n so badddd ↳user also he found a BLONDE girl RIGHT after breaking up with dua.... like im giggling 🤭
user3 a "year of on and of dating" is killinggggg me 💀😂
user4 "you're running so fast from the hearts that you're breakin'" she really clocked his ass 😭
user5 the blonde is allegedly dua's friend..... 😭💀
↳user1 not him pulling a leclerc 🤭
user6 both nobody's without y/n....
user7 "oh, wow, you just broke up again" 😭
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yourinstagram p2 in zandvoort 💙
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user1 SHES BACK AT THE RACES !!!
user2 i know this DIVA 💜!!
maxverstappen1 the most important attendee at any race 😚
↳yourinstagram cutie😘 ↳user3 please be mindful that most of us are single....
user4 no one else could be as iconic of a wag as you are 🙂↕️
user5 y/n photo dump is always gonna eat 😩
whitneypeak 😚🤞
user6 move over max
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enews Callum Turner spoke out about his relationship's being in the spotlight, while Turner and Y/n L/n's relationship was private, Callum and Dua Lipa's relationship was a public whirlwind of an on and off relationship.
"I know that people are always going to be curious especially when it's two famous people being seen together [...] I knew that she was going to write music because it's what she does [...] you know she'll do whatever to help her career [...] at the end of they day i wish her all the best."
Y/n L/n has been in a relationship with Three Time Formula One Champion of World Max Verstappen for over a year, the pair haven spoken very highly of each other and the two have supported each other’s careers. While some of her songs off her recent album Short n’ Sweet like Taste, Coincidence, and Dumb & Poetic are about Turner, the more playful and loving songs like Espresso, Bed Chem, and Juno are about Verstappen.
What do you think about Turners comments?
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user1 "two famous people" when no one knew who he was until they started dating....
↳user2 i remember a director saying they didn't know who he was, then y/n introduced callum to the director, the director knew who she was because his daughter was a fan... 🤭
user3 he cheated on y/n then had the balls to say "she'll do whatever to help her career" ????? he needs to be serious
user4 "If you don't wanna cry to my music, don't make me hate you prolifically" 🫣
user5 bro can't even say her name he knows he fumbled 😭
user6 he should've kept his mouth shut 🙄
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max1.jpg no need to wish because she is/has it
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user1 WHACK #HIM AGAIN MAX!!
user2 if i was dating y/n i too would post her every second i got
user3 WAIT did yall get a puppy
↳max1.jpg we have FOUR cats, we do not need a dog... ↳yourinstagram you hate me 😔 ↳max1.jpg maybe after the tour... ↳yourinstagram YIPPEE 🥳
user4 HE'S SO PETTY OMG 😭
user5 thank you max for standing up for our girlfriend 😚 THAT guy needed to be humbled
↳max1.jpg 🫡
user6 he lovessss her so much 😪
user7 im the reason for 1 billion streams btw😁
user8 "at the end of they day i wish her all the best" and max shut his ass up 🤭
user9 the only woman ever 🙂↕️ (im a woman)
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Hi!! I love your poly fics/smau so much! If you’re up to could you maybe write a mick schumacher x reader x jack doohan one? With the reader being toto wolff daughter. No problem if you can’t or don’t want to 🤍
Btw sorry for my english, it’s not my first language lol
unconventional — mick schumacher + jack doohan
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mick schumacher x!wolff reader x jack doohan
toto wolff x !daughter reader
YN Wolff and Mick Schumacher have always been a quiet constant in the chaos of the paddock. They’d never confirmed their relationship—but they didn’t need to. From secret glances across the garage to late-night flight selfies and matching bracelets seen on opposite wrists, people put the pieces together years ago. They were the paddock’s soft-spoken power couple. The pair who’d grown up under the weight of legendary last names, who never needed the spotlight to know what they meant to each other. And in 2025, as a new wave of rookies crashes onto the F1 grid, YN and Mick have found themselves in a new role—mentors. Friends. A safe space. They’re the calm in the storm for drivers trying to find their footing. But when Jack Doohan gets shockingly dropped from Alpine’s future plans, everything shifts. He’s not just fast and fiercely competitive. He’s charming. Unfiltered. And completely uninterested in following the rules when it comes to the tightly-bound duo everyone assumed was untouchable. Now, under the glossy calm of race weekends and press releases, something’s brewing. Something electric. Something no one saw coming. After all, love doesn’t always follow formation.
fc : leah halton
(a/n) : your english was perfect my love, i got ya🫶🏻 also mick is still a mercedes reserve driver in this story bc it just worked better for my plot line. love youuuuu
hope you love it!
also guys i am going to be posting a lot in the next 24 hours- i am working my way through all these requests! yayayaya
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yn_wolff : dad said I wasn’t allowed back at the track until i pass my bar exam — so I enlisted micky to help me study. (i am the reincarnation of elle woods) #manifestipass
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gina_schumacher : our future lawyer!😍 love youuuu
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↳ yn_wolff : love you my sistaaaa💘
mercedesamgf1 : we vote for boss man to hire you as the head of our legal department - admin
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↳ yn_wolff : lowkey he should but if he doesn’t I’ll just go work for another team
↳ scuderiaferrari : heyyyy ynnnnn
↳ mclaren : we think you’d look great in our colors 🧡
↳ williamsracing : hey girl we have carlos sainz
↳ yn_wolff : SOLD
kimi.antonelli : since mick is doing your homework can you do mine???
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↳ yn_wolff : tell the old man to let me back in and we have a deal
↳ kimi.antonelli : he said he doesn’t care as long as we both get it done. SLEEPOVER!!!!
↳ mercedesamgf1 : no fun. only homework - toto
↳ yn_wolff : BAN THIS MAN FROM SOCIAL MEDIA BOOOOOOO
mickschumacher : you’re lucky you are so beautiful
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↳ yn_wolff : and you are so lucky to be able to look at me everyday
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↳ yn_wolff : im jk thank you for all your help my loveeeee
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georgerussell63 : toto acts like we are such a distraction but you are your own distraction
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↳ georgerussell63 : I’ve watched you study, one minute we are reading about civil law and the next we are on prada’s website
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↳ yn_wolff : well i gotta look good in court guys
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The living room is quiet except for the soft scratch of my pen and Mick’s voice, low and steady as he reads from the flashcards balanced on his palm. He’s sitting cross-legged at the end of the couch, hoodie sleeves pushed up to his elbows, a legal pad on the coffee table in front of him like he’s the one studying for the bar exam. I’m curled against the opposite end, blanket around my shoulders, hair a mess, and caffeine slowly replacing the blood in my veins.
“Alright,” Mick says gently, eyes flicking over the card.
“What are the four elements of a legally binding contract?”
I groan and bury my face in the throw pillow. “Please. Mercy.”
He chuckles. “You said one more.”
“That was three cards ago.”
He waits. Patient, as always. And somehow, annoyingly kind even when I want to scream.
I peek at him through tired eyes. “Offer, acceptance, consideration, and mutual intent to be bound,” I mumble.
Mick beams, flipping the card and tossing it on top of the growing stack. “See? You’re brilliant.”
“Brilliant and dying.”
“Dramatic and brilliant.”
I smile despite myself, letting the blanket fall a bit as I shift closer, nudging his knee with my foot. He rests his hand on my ankle without thinking about it, thumb brushing slow circles over the fabric of my sweatpants. It’s soothing. We’ve done this dance so many nights before—me panicked and pushing myself too hard, Mick grounding me with nothing more than soft words and quiet presence. He never makes me feel like I’m falling apart. Only that I’m building something.
“I should’ve deferred,” I murmur. “Who studies for the bar while working trackside for half the season?”
“You,” Mick says, matter-of-fact. “Because you don’t quit. And because you’re going to pass.”
“You sound awfully sure.”
“I’ve been sure of you since we were seventeen.”
That earns him a look. “You mean when you watched me trip over air and fall on my face?”
He laughs, eyes crinkling. “Yes. That was the moment.”
I press my lips together to keep from smiling too hard. “God, you’re lucky you’re pretty.”
He leans over and kisses my forehead. “And you’re lucky I love you so much.”
I close my eyes, the weight of his hand warm against my leg, the faint scent of his cologne mixing with the worn comfort of our flat. Tomorrow we fly out. The start of another race weekend, another whirlwind. But for now, it’s just us. Law books and flashcards and the boy who never let me forget I could do this. And even though I’m exhausted, nerves fraying at the edges, I feel it again—that quiet certainty he always brings with him. I don’t say anything more. Just let myself sink into the couch and trust that, somehow, with Mick beside me, I’m going to be okay.
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Mick and I stroll into the Mercedes garage hand in hand, fresh coffees in the other, pretending we haven’t done this exact routine a dozen times before. Same arrival, same subtle smiles, same people pretending not to stare. We’re not flashy—never have been. But apparently, walking in with your boyfriend of several years and holding his hand still counts as news in this paddock. The second we step past the threshold, I hear it.
“Must we hold hands in the workplace?”
Toto’s voice cuts through the soft hum of team chatter and tire guns like a judge entering court. I don’t even look up from my coffee.
“Morning to you too, Papa.”
He’s standing by the pit wall, arms crossed, headset around his neck, giving us the look—somewhere between annoyed principal and long-suffering father.
Mick just smiles, completely unbothered. “Good to see you too, Toto.”
Toto grumbles something about professionalism under his breath and waves us off like he’s allergic to affection. I let go of Mick’s hand just to be petty and blow my father a kiss. He pretends not to see it. We’re barely two steps deeper into the garage when a blur of movement crashes into us.
“YN—I need you. It’s an emergency.”
I turn to see Kimi Antonelli skidding to a stop beside me, tablet in hand, hair sticking up like he’s been electrocuted.
“Please tell me this isn’t another laundry crisis,” I say, sipping my coffee.
“No, worse. Math.”
He shoves the tablet into my hands, eyes wide. “I have to submit this calculus quiz in an hour and I don’t know what I’m doing and I already used up my free trial on that homework app thing and—”
“Kimi,” I interrupt gently, scrolling through the page, “you used the cosine function on a linear problem.”
“I panicked!”
Mick peers over my shoulder, trying not to laugh. “Is that… is that a meme in the middle of your solution?”
“It’s context,” Kimi says defensively. “Visual learning.”
I glance back at Toto. He sighs and mutters something that I’m 80% sure translates to “I need a raise.”
Kimi’s bouncing nervously beside me. “You can fix it, right? You went to actual university. You know things. You’re terrifyingly smart.”
“I’ll help,” I promise, smiling. “But you’re buying me a cupcake later.”
“Done. Two cupcakes. I’ll name my firstborn after you. Please just don’t let me fail.”
I sit down on a spare stool, coffee in one hand, tablet in the other, while Kimi settles in beside me and I begin to explain the cosine function to him. Mick sits across from us and offers emotional support for Kimi.
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Kimi’s halfway through solving for x—with the dramatic flair of someone diffusing a bomb and not just doing high school math—when he suddenly perks up, eyes flicking toward the entrance.
“Oh! I told the guys to swing by,” he announces, like he’s summoned a group of puppies instead of three more chaotic rookies. “They need your legal help. Also, Jack still owes me food.”
I open my mouth to protest—mostly because this is my workspace and not a study hall—but I’m too late. Isack, Ollie, and Jack stroll into the garage like they’ve done it a million times. Which, to be fair, they pretty much have. Isack’s already deep in conversation with George. Ollie’s sipping on his latte. And Jack…
Jack’s the last one through the door. His hands are shoved in his pockets, his Alpine gear jacket half-zipped, and that familiar, cocky grin is already tugging at his face. His hair’s a little wind-tossed, eyes sharp as they scan the garage—until they land on me.
And that’s when something changes. It’s small. Subtle. But I feel it. We’ve known each other for years. I’ve seen him after races, through interviews, in group chats roasting each other to death. I know his stats, his bad habits, and the fact that he secretly loves corny dad jokes. But when he looks at me this time… it’s different.
“Hey, counselor,” Jack says, his voice smooth, familiar, but the way he says it has weight. Like it’s not just a joke anymore.
I raise an eyebrow. “Hey, future client.”
Kimi chimes in, snorting. “Don’t flirt with her, Jack. She’ll make you do math.”
Jack’s gaze doesn’t leave mine. “Maybe I should. Might actually learn something.”
The comment lands softly but solidly—enough to make something flicker in my chest. I feel Mick shift beside me, subtle but definitely there. A small tightening of his hand on the back of my stool. A reminder. A presence.
I tilt my head at Jack, keeping my voice light. “Only if you show your work.”
Jack smirks, like that’s exactly the answer he was hoping for.
Ollie slides into the chair across from me. “Kimi, if this is about your math quiz again, I’m begging you—stop sending me panic texts at 2 AM.”
“You said you were awake!”
“I was busy!”
“At 2 am?” I questioned with a smirk.
Isack leans in over my shoulder and holds out his phone. “Can you read this brand deal for me and see if I should say yes?”
The moment disperses in rookie noise—complaints, questions, bickering about everything under the sun —but even as I scroll through Isack’s email, I catch Jack watching me again.
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three month time skip
The ocean is quiet today. Waves roll in soft and slow, like they’re trying not to interrupt anyone’s peace. The sun is warm—not too harsh, not too dull. Just enough to feel like summer without sweating through my sanity. It’s rare for a day to feel still during the season, but somehow, this one does. I stretch out on the oversized towel, my legs tangled with the pages of my study guide, a half-highlighted section on constructive trusts fluttering in the breeze. I should be focused. I need to be focused. The bar exam is a monster creeping closer by the day, and my outlines are starting to blur together like one long fever dream.
But instead of thinking about fiduciary duties, I’m watching Mick and Jack attempt to skim a frisbee across the sand like it’s an Olympic event.
Jack dives dramatically after it—misses by a mile—and flops onto his back, arms out like he’s been shot.
Mick laughs, all golden and easy, brushing sand off his chest and tossing the frisbee back with a smirk. “That’s six in a row. Are you okay? Do you need medical?”
“Pretty sure the sand is actively sabotaging me,” Jack calls back.
“You’re actively sabotaging you,” I mutter, mostly to myself.
Jack hears it. He sits up and shoots me a grin. “You wound me, counselor.”
I roll my eyes and go back to underlining the statute that’s been haunting my dreams all week. We’ve spent a lot of time together this season—more than I expected. It started with paddock run-ins, dinners, legal meetings with my rookies. Then it turned into post-session coffees, long hotel conversations, quiet dinners in Mick’s apartment where Jack somehow always showed up with wine and a dumb story.
It’s not that I don’t love it. I do. I love the rhythm we’ve fallen into. Mick’s calm presence beside me when my brain’s overloaded. Jack’s ridiculous one-liners that make me laugh even when I want to scream. The way they both know not to talk when I’m flipping flashcards like a machine—but also the way they do talk when they know I’m spiraling. Mick comes over now, sweat-slick and sun-kissed, flopping down beside me. He leans over to kiss my temple, his hand ghosting over my back before settling at my waist.
“Still memorizing?” he murmurs, peeking at the page.
“Trying,” I say, voice soft. “Jack’s dramatic death scenes aren’t helping.”
“I love chaos,” Jack says from his new position, halfway buried in sand. “It’s what I bring to this group.”
Mick grins, then gently takes my pen out of my hand and sets it on the towel. “Just ten minutes. Close your eyes. Breathe.”
“I—”
“No arguing,” he says.
I huff but oblige, stretching back onto the towel, letting the sun soak into my skin. Jack wanders over and collapses beside me with a groan, head landing near my shoulder.
“Tell me again why law school doesn’t give you beach credits,” he says. “You’d be top of your class.”
“Because justice isn’t served on a towel,” I mumble.
“Maybe it should be.”
Mick chuckles quietly beside me. I can feel his fingers trace absent patterns over my ribs. Jack’s hand brushes mine in the sand, just barely—not on purpose, but he doesn’t move it either. And for a moment, I forget about everything else. The exam. The season. The rules I usually live by. Because between the two of them, the world feels quieter. Easier.
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Mick’s POV
The sun’s starting to sink into the horizon, brushing everything in that soft, golden haze that makes the world feel suspended—just for a little while. The three of us are still stretched out on the beach, tangled in towels, sand, and half-finished thoughts. YN’s curled on her side next to me, finally napping, her study guide open but forgotten under her arm. Her face is relaxed in a way it rarely is lately—no bar stress, no logistics spreadsheets, no weight of being Toto Wolff’s daughter or the girl who holds half the paddock together like duct tape.
Just YN. Just this moment. And then there’s Jack.
He’s quiet now, legs stretched out in the sand, arms propped behind him as he watches the sun drop lower over the water. But every so often, his eyes shift. Not toward the sky, or the waves, or anything else. Toward her.
It’s subtle. If I didn’t already know him, I might’ve missed it. But I do know him.
I see the way his expression softens when he thinks no one’s watching. The way his eyes linger on the curve of her cheek, the loose strands of hair brushing against her lips in the wind. The way his fingers twitch slightly, like maybe they want to reach out but know better. It’s not the kind of look you give a friend.
It’s the kind of look you give someone you’re trying really hard not to fall for—even though it might already be too late.
I don’t feel jealousy. Not exactly. It’s something more complicated than that. I’ve loved her for years. And she’s loved me back. Steady. Quiet. Unshakable. We built something strong—something real. But lately, with Jack… things have shifted. I can feel it. The way she laughs around him. The way her eyes sparkle a little brighter when he walks in. The way she listens when he talks, like she already knows what he’s going to say, and wants to hear it anyway. And the thing is…I don’t hate it.
Jack’s become part of us, whether we planned for it or not. He’s stayed late after races to help clean up her flashcards. He’s waited in hotel lobbies with bags of snacks when she’s come back from mock trials too drained to function. He teases her in a way I never could—sharp-edged but safe. Challenging, but kind.
And now, on this beach, under this sky, watching him watch her…I wonder if maybe this thing we’ve built—YN and I—was never meant to have walls. Maybe there’s room for something more. Maybe there’s room for him.
She stirs beside me, eyelashes fluttering as she stretches and yawns. I reach over, brushing a bit of sand from her cheek.
“You okay?” she mumbles, eyes still half-closed.
“Yeah,” I say, soft. “Just thinking.”
Jack glances away quickly, like he wasn’t caught. But I saw. And I don’t think I mind. Not yet. Maybe not at all.
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There’s a low buzz under my skin that’s been there since 5AM, a combination of adrenaline, dread, and the overwhelming urge to sprint in the opposite direction. Today is bar exam day, and I haven’t decided whether I’m ready or just completely numb. Jack is riding shotgun, legs kicked up on the dash, spinning a pen between his fingers like he’s the one about to sit this thing. Mick’s driving with the kind of focused calm that’s the only thing keeping me from absolutely losing it. We’re about ten minutes from the testing center when my phone rings in my lap.
Papa is calling...
I blink at the name for a second before answering. “Hi.”
“YN,” comes Toto’s voice—calm, steady, and warm in a way he rarely gets to be when the whole world is watching him. “Just checking in. Are you feeling okay?”
I swallow the lump in my throat. “As okay as someone facing seven hours of legal hazing can be.”
Mick chuckles.
“I wish I could be there,” Toto says. “But I know you. You’ve worked for this. You’ve done everything right. Today is just… the final step.”
“I know,” I say, voice smaller than I intended.
There’s a pause, then his voice softens. “You’re going to be brilliant. No matter what happens, I’m proud of you. Call me when you’re done—your mother is already pacing.”
“Of course she is,” I laugh, blinking fast. “Thanks, Papa. I love you.”
“I love you too, meine Kleine. Now go show them what a Wolff can do.”
When I hang up, there’s a beat of silence. Jack’s looking out the window like he didn’t hear the whole thing. Mick reaches back and sets a hand on my knee.
“I like supportive Toto,” Jack says, mock-wiping a tear from his eye. “Character development.”
Mick just squeezes my hand. “You okay?”
I nod, the nerves still there but… less crushing now. “Yeah. That helped.”
“Good,” Jack says, grinning as we pull into the drop-off. “Because you’re about to argue with the ghost of every law professor you’ve ever had.”
“I swear to God,” I mutter as I step out of the car.
Jack hops out and jogs around, already adjusting my bag on my shoulders like some chaotic assistant-slash-bodyguard. Mick joins us a second later and smooths the collar of my blazer.
“You look terrifyingly competent,” Jack declares.
“Terrifying in general,” Mick adds with a soft smile.
Before I can roll my eyes at them, I get two forehead kisses—one from each of them. Like clockwork. Like it’s normal.
“Go make the justice system your bitch,” Jack whispers.
“And call us the second you’re done,” Mick says. “We’ll be right here.”
I take one breath. Then another. And walk inside without looking back. But I know they’re both standing there, waiting—my boyfriend and my maybe-something-more, and my dad just a phone call away.
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It’s done. Seven hours. Multiple essays. Hundreds of bubbles filled in so aggressively that I snapped my second pencil during Contracts. My brain feels like mashed potatoes and my hands are trembling, whether from adrenaline, exhaustion, or caffeine withdrawal—I genuinely don’t know. The fluorescent lights of the testing center feel like a personal attack. The air is stale. Everyone looks like they just returned from war. My legs are moving toward the exit before I fully process that it’s over. My mouth is dry. My heart’s still racing. And I’m this close to crying, but not the good kind. The kind where you’re not even sure what you’re crying about—just that your body needs to release something. The second I step outside into the late afternoon sun, I see them. Mick and Jack, leaning against the car.
“CONGRATS TO OUR FAVORITE LAWYER”
(with an asterisk below that reads: *we’re still not sure what tort law is but we believe in you.)
Mick’s holding an iced coffee and the softest smile I’ve ever seen.
“Hey,” he says gently, pushing off the car. “You made it.”
My bottom lip wobbles. “Barely.”
Jack lowers the sign and jogs the last few steps toward me. “What’s the verdict, Counselor?”
I shake my head. “I don’t even remember what I wrote. I think I may have argued with myself in one of the essays.”
“So… standard Tuesday?” he teases, grinning, and I let out a strangled laugh. He steps forward and wraps his arms around me, warm and solid and completely distracting from the lump still sitting in my throat. “I’m proud of you,” he murmurs. “So proud.”
Mick joins us a moment later, wrapping his arms around both of us, letting me sink between them like I’m allowed to collapse for just a second. Like I don’t have to be composed or capable right now.
“I brought coffee,” he says, pulling back just enough to press it into my hand. “And we have snacks in the car. And I promise you’re not allowed to think about any legal principle until at least… tomorrow.”
I rest my forehead against his chest. “I don’t even know how to function right now.”
“You don’t have to,” Jack says softly. “That’s what we’re here for.”
I blink up at them—my boyfriend and my… well, Jack—and suddenly I am crying. But this time it’s the good kind. The messy, exhausted, grateful kind.
They don’t freak out. They just hold me. Let me fall apart a little. Let me be human.
“You did it,” Mick says into my hair. “It’s over.”
The two got me in the car and I finally started to calm down. I don’t know where we’re going until the car slows in front of a restaurant I definitely recognize—but only because it’s impossibly nice and I once spilled tomato soup in the entryway during a Wolff family brunch when I was twelve.
“Guys,” I say warily, adjusting my hoodie and messy bun. “I look like I’ve been in a bunker. We can’t go in here.”
“You look perfect,” Mick says, already out of the car.
Jack grins, holding the door open for me. “Also, too late. We made a reservation.”
I give them both suspicious glares as they usher me inside, but my mouth is too full of caffeine and exhaustion to argue.
We step through the doorway, and I’m met with the unmistakable sound of—
“There she is!”
I stop dead.
At the corner table, Toto and Susie are standing up—standing—with huge grins on their faces and a bottle of champagne already being uncorked by a very confused waiter.
“No. No way,” I whisper, turning back toward the boys, who are now both beaming like the smug little traitors they are.
“You’re not the only one who can pull off a surprise,” Jack says.
“I didn’t agree to this emotionally,” I say, but my voice is already trembling.
Toto steps forward first, wrapping me in a big, warm hug before I even have time to breathe. “You did it, meine Liebe. I don’t care what your score is—you showed up, and that’s more than most people will ever do.”
“Papa,” I mumble, melting against him.
He pulls back and cups my cheek like I’m still six years old. “I’m so proud of you I could explode.”
Susie hugs me next, pressing a kiss to my temple. “I told him we should have met you at the test center, but he wanted the lighting in here to be better for photos.”
Toto scoffs. “I did not say that.”
Mick and Jack are already sliding into seats beside me, practically glowing with pride as the waiter pours the champagne.
“You thought we were just taking you to dinner,” Jack says, nudging my shoulder.
“I thought I was going to cry in a drive-thru parking lot and then fall asleep,” I admit.
“Well, now you get pasta, champagne, and people who love you instead,” Mick says.
I glance around the table—at Toto, beaming like I just won the constructors’ championship; at Susie, already pulling out a small gift bag from under the table; and at the two idiots beside me who spent the last six months making sure I never gave up.
And for the first time all day, my brain stops spinning. I smile. It’s small and soft, but it’s real.
“Okay,” I say. “Now it feels real.”
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I almost didn’t check. Not because I didn’t care—but because I cared too much. Because part of me still doesn’t believe I’m the kind of person who gets good news after months of surviving on nerves and flashcards and microwave ramen. But now I’m staring at the screen, hands over my mouth, tears welling up so fast I don’t even register the moment I start crying. I passed. I. Passed. A second later, my laptop is yanked away—gently—and Mick’s arms are around me, lifting me up and spinning me once before setting me back on the couch.
“You did it,” he whispers, kissing my forehead, my cheeks, the tip of my nose. “I knew you would.”
I can’t breathe. I’m sobbing into his chest and laughing at the same time, and when Jack bursts into the room—barefoot, holding a half-eaten banana —he freezes, wide-eyed.
“Wait. Is this a happy cry?”
I lift my head and nod. Jack lets out a whoop so loud it makes the dog next door start barking. “She passed?! She passed!” He ditches the banana and practically tackles me onto the couch, both of them hugging me like I’ve just been knighted and crowned in one motion.
Susie bursts in next, phone in hand. “Toto and I were tracking the portal. You passed?”
Mick beams. “She passed.”
Toto appears a heartbeat later with two bottles of champagne. “We’re celebrating. Tonight. No excuses.”
I laugh, wiping tears from my cheeks. “What if I wanted a quiet night in?”
“No,” he says firmly. “You are my daughter. You passed the bar. And we are going out.”
Susie kisses the top of my head. “Already called the restaurant. Private room. Best desserts in the city.”
But when we’re about to leave, Jack slips into his shoes and pulls me aside in the hallway.
“Hey,” he says softly, eyes flicking toward the front door. “I’m not coming tonight.”
I blink. “What? Why not?”
He rubs the back of his neck, not quite meeting my gaze. “Just—something I need to handle. Nothing bad, I swear. I just… need the night.”
I frown. “Jack…”
He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Go. You deserve the celebration. You earned every second of it.”
Mick joins us at the door, tilting his head. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” Jack says quickly. “Take her out. Have a drink for me, Counselor.”
And before I can press him any further, he leans in, kisses the side of my head, and gives me a quick squeeze. He’s gone a second later, disappearing into his car and driving off before I can even think of calling his name. I glance up at Mick, who looks just as confused.
“Weird?” I ask.
“Weird,” he agrees.
Still, there’s champagne waiting. A proud father with a reservation. A night I’ll never forget. But as we drive away, as Toto tells me how proud he is and Susie starts planning a Europe trip in my honor, my mind drifts. To Jack. To the way he looked at me right before he left. Like maybe something inside him is shifting, too.
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The music in the private room is soft and jazzy, the kind Toto insists creates the perfect dinner ambiance. There’s champagne in my glass, a slice of pistachio cake in front of me, and Susie’s in the middle of telling a story about how I used to cross-examine my kindergarten teacher over snack time distribution. Everyone’s laughing. I should be laughing. But then my phone buzzes on the table beside my plate—once, twice, a third time. Group chats. Twitter notifications. F1 alerts.
I glance down lazily, expecting another George Russell meme. But then my eyes catch on the headline at the top of my screen.
BREAKING: Jack Doohan Dropped From Alpine and to be replaced by Franco Colapinto for the remainder of the season.
The room spins. My chair scrapes against the floor before I even know I’m standing.
“YN?” Mick’s voice is soft but confused. “What’s wrong?”
I stare down at my phone, my thumb shaking as I scroll. It’s confirmed. Official. Just posted. His name is everywhere—“unexpected,” “internal restructuring,” “development priorities.” All corporate bullshit masking the fact that they just… let him go.
Toto’s already leaning forward. “What happened?”
“Jack,” I breathe. “Jack got dropped from Alpine.”
Mick’s face falls. “Wait, what?”
My heart is pounding now, the air around me too tight. Too loud.
“I—I need to find him,” I say, already grabbing my bag. “I need to go.”
Susie stands up. “YN, slow down—he might need space—”
“No,” I cut her off, eyes already burning. “He was off all night. He knew. He didn’t want to ruin today for me. And I let him leave without—without saying anything.”
Toto gently reaches for my wrist. “Do you know where he is?”
“He wouldn’t go home,” I say quickly, mind racing. “He probably went to the marina. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere he could fall apart without anyone watching.”
Mick is already sliding into his jacket, calm and steady. “I’ll drive.”
Toto gives me one long, thoughtful look—then nods. “Go. We’ll wrap everything up here.”
“Call me if he doesn’t pick up,” Susie adds. “And tell him we’re proud of him no matter what.”
I nod, lips pressed tightly together. My chest aches. My eyes sting. Jack is my friend. One of my best friends. My my mock trial partner, my grounding force these past few months. The one who sat next to me on the floor while I cried over contracts law and made stupid jokes about torts until I stopped shaking.
And now he’s hurting. Alone. And I don’t care that this is my night. I don’t care that I passed the bar. None of it means anything if he’s out there falling apart by himself. Because somewhere between all those late nights and long drives and inside jokes—I stopped thinking of Jack as just a friend. And I’m not going to let him go through this without me.
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The streets blur past outside the car window, neon lights streaking across the windshield like we’re racing time itself. Mick doesn’t say much—he doesn’t need to. His hand rests on my thigh the whole drive, grounding me as my mind spirals.
“He knew,” I whisper, barely audible over the hum of the engine. “He knew and he still showed up for me.”
Mick squeezes gently. “That’s who Jack is.”
I nod, wiping at my eyes. “That’s why we have to find him.”
It doesn’t take long. Jack’s a creature of habit, always retreating to the water when things get too loud. We pull into the empty marina just after sunset, the sky streaked with indigo and gold, boats gently rocking in their slips. It’s quiet. Peaceful. Too peaceful for the kind of grief I know he must be carrying.
We walk together in silence, scanning the docks until—
“There,” I breathe, pointing.
Jack’s sitting near the end of one of the docks, legs hanging over the edge, a hoodie pulled over his head and headphones around his neck. He’s staring out at the water like it might offer him some kind of answer. Like if he stares hard enough, the waves will make the reality go away. I don’t wait. I jog the last few steps, the wooden boards echoing under my feet until I’m dropping to my knees behind him.
“Jack,” I say softly.
He flinches slightly, but doesn’t turn.
“You should be at your party,” he murmurs, voice rough and low.
“You should’ve called me,” I reply.
Silence.
“I didn’t want to ruin your moment,” he finally says. “You deserved to have that without… this.”
I crawl closer until I’m sitting beside him, shoulder pressed gently against his. “You’re part of that moment, Jack. Every late night, every meltdown—you carried me through it. Don’t you get that?”
He swallows hard, still staring ahead. “Doesn’t matter now.”
Mick walks up behind us and crouches on Jack’s other side, his presence solid and warm. “That’s not true. You’re still you, Jack. You’re still damn good.”
Jack lets out a bitter little laugh. “Good doesn’t keep you in a seat.”
“No,” I say quietly. “But being loved does.”
That gets him to turn. His eyes are red-rimmed, like he’s been holding it together for hours. Like if anyone says the wrong thing, he’ll fall apart. So I say nothing else. Just lean in and wrap my arms around him. He stiffens at first, then melts, pressing his forehead to my shoulder like he’s been holding his breath all day and only just now exhaled.
Mick wraps one arm around us both, his hand settling on the back of Jack’s neck.
“I’m sorry,” Jack whispers. “I didn’t want you to see me like this.”
“We’re not going anywhere,” I whisper back. “Not now. Not ever.”
The three of us sit there for a long time, no words needed. Just the sound of the water lapping against the docks, the breeze rustling the sails, and our hearts slowly settling back into rhythm beside each other. Because this isn’t the end. Not for Jack. Not for us.
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Jack’s POV
I wake up slowly. It’s warm—too warm. Not the kind of heat from the sun, but the kind that comes from being wrapped in a blanket you don’t remember getting into, on a couch that doesn’t quite belong to you, with the faint scent of vanilla and clean laundry all around. For a second, I don’t move. I just listen. Soft footsteps in the kitchen. A kettle clicking on. Someone humming faintly—YN. I’d know her voice anywhere, even when it’s just a tune under her breath.
I blink open my eyes and realize I’m at their place—Mick and YN’s. Their living room is full of soft light, the curtains cracked open just enough to let the sun in. A hoodie has been draped over me. Not mine. Mick’s, I think. I shift slightly, and that’s when I see him—Mick, on the other armchair, feet propped up, flipping through some sports section and sipping tea like this is the most normal morning in the world.
He glances up. Smiles. “Morning.”
I clear my throat. “Hey.”
“Coffee’s on,” he says casually. “YN’s making those protein muffins she claims are good. No promises.”
I try to smile. I fail.
“You didn’t have to stay,” I murmur.
Mick shrugs. “You didn’t have to either. But here we are.”
He says it like it’s simple. Like there’s no weight behind it. But I can still feel it in my chest—that ache that started when the Alpine email hit, the one that only got worse when I imagined YN out celebrating without knowing the ground was collapsing under me.
And then she came. And Mick. And they stayed.
“Do I look like a disaster?” I ask, rubbing a hand down my face.
“You look like someone who got blindsided by bad news and didn’t deserve it,” YN says, stepping in from the kitchen with a mug in her hand.
She walks over and hands it to me—hot, just the way I like it, the way she knows I like it—and I don’t think I’ve ever felt more seen.
“You didn’t ruin anything,” she adds softly. “Just so you know.”
I stare at her, throat tight. “I didn’t want to be a burden.”
“You’re not,” she says immediately. “You’re family.”
I can’t speak. I can barely breathe past the lump forming in my chest. So I nod. Once. Twice. And then she leans down and presses a kiss to the top of my head, her hand cupping the back of my neck for just a second too long. It’s comfort. It’s home. It’s… something else. Something I don’t dare name. Yet. Mick watches us with that unreadable expression of his—calm, patient, knowing far more than he lets on. Then he tilts his head, eyes back on me.
“You’re staying here for a few days.”
It’s not a question.
“I—”
“No arguing,” YN says, sitting on the arm of the couch. “You’re not going to be alone right now.”
I swallow hard and let the warmth of the coffee settle into my hands. They’re not going to let me fall. Even if part of me already has.
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The apartment is quiet. Jack’s asleep in the guest room, finally. He tried to insist he didn’t need it, but Mick gave him that look, the one that doesn’t leave any room for argument, and now he’s tucked in under fresh sheets, breathing even and soft behind a closed door.
I sit on the couch in one of Mick’s t-shirts, legs pulled up under me, half a cup of tea cooling in my hands.
Mick joins me a minute later, dropping beside me with a low sigh, his hair still damp from the shower, his expression unreadable—but tired. Not from the day. From the weight of it all.
“He finally fell asleep?” I murmur.
Mick nods. “Out like a light.”
I rest my head against his shoulder, letting the silence settle between us like a blanket. We sit like that for a while. Until I say it.
“He means a lot to me.”
Mick doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t even shift. He just exhales slowly, like he’s been waiting for me to say it.
“I know,” he says quietly. “He means a lot to me, too.”
I close my eyes. “I didn’t expect it. Not like this. Not so quickly.”
He hums. “I did.”
I glance up. “You did?”
Mick shrugs, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I saw it before you did. The way you light up when he texts. How you always wait to see if he’s going to sit next to you. You never said it, but I’ve always known.”
My stomach twists—not with guilt, but something gentler. Deeper. More real.
“You’re not upset?”
He turns to look at me fully now, his gaze soft but steady. “No. Because I’ve seen how much love you have to give. And I’ve seen how Jack looks at you when you’re not watching.”
I swallow hard, emotion catching in my throat. “Mick…”
He cups my cheek with one hand. “Loving you doesn’t mean I have less to give. If anything… I think there’s more room now.”
I blink at him, tears suddenly stinging behind my eyes.
“You think…?” I whisper.
Mick nods. “I think he fits.”
It’s so simple. So honest. And it breaks me open in the best way.
I lean forward, pressing my forehead to his, trying to steady myself. “I don’t know where this goes. Or what it becomes.”
“Neither do I,” he says softly. “But I trust us. And I trust him.”
I pull back just enough to look him in the eyes. “You really saw it before I did?”
He grins. “Baby… I saw it the first time you made him coffee without asking how he takes it.”
I laugh, tears slipping free down my cheeks as I pull him into a hug, burying my face in his shoulder. “How are you always so good to me?”
He wraps his arms around me, warm and sure. “Because you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And if Jack becomes part of that too, then… maybe he’s one of the best things that’s ever happened to us.”
And somewhere, deep in my chest, something finally settles. Something clicks into place. Because Mick’s right. Jack fits.
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It’s late, and the apartment feels quieter than usual.
The TV’s still glowing softly with the Netflix menu, long past the point where it asked if we were still watching. The takeout containers are scattered across the coffee table, half-eaten spring rolls abandoned in favor of something heavier that’s been hanging in the air all evening.
Jack sits on the floor across from us, legs stretched out, hair a little messy from the ocean wind earlier. Mick’s beside me, his shoulder brushing mine, his thumb tracing slow, steady circles against the back of my hand.
It’s time.
I glance at Mick. He gives the smallest nod.
I swallow and look at Jack.
“Jack,” I say softly.
His eyes lift to mine immediately. So open. So guarded. My heart squeezes.
“We wanted to talk to you.”
He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t stiffen. Just nods. “Okay.”
Mick shifts slightly, his voice low but certain. “We’ve been talking a lot… about how things have changed. How they feel now. With you.”
Jack stays quiet, listening the way he always does—with his whole heart, even if he doesn’t realize it. I take a breath. A real one.
“You’ve become really important to us,” I say gently. “I love Mick. I always will. That hasn’t changed. But somewhere along the way… I started loving you too.”
I see it land in his eyes like thunder.
And then Mick speaks, calm and grounded. “I care about you more than I expected to, Jack. Not as someone crashing on our couch. Not as a friend we needed to help. But as someone I want here. With us.”
It’s terrifying to say it out loud. Even with Mick’s hand still in mine. Even with the way Jack’s gaze softens like he’s seeing sunlight for the first time in days.
“You’re allowed to say no,” I add quickly, heart pounding. “We’ll still love you. We’ll still want you in our lives. This isn’t some pressure thing. We just—”
“I’m in.”
He says it like he’s been holding it in for months.
“I’m in,” he repeats, quieter. “God, I’ve been in for months.”
Tears burn behind my eyes before I can stop them. My breath catches in my throat.
Mick tilts his head, steady as ever. “You sure?”
Jack nods, eyes on mine. “I’ve never been more sure of anything. I just… didn’t think I was allowed to want this.”
That’s all it takes. I move across the floor before I even think, my arms sliding around him, pressing my cheek to his shoulder. He wraps his arms around me immediately, tight and desperate and familiar. And then Mick is there too—his arms around both of us, grounding us, completing something I didn’t even realize had been unfinished until this very moment. Because this isn’t messy. It isn’t complicated. It’s love. Real, deep, terrifying love. And for the first time, it doesn’t feel like too much. It feels like exactly enough.
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She's my lady — Charles Leclerc
You're a figure skater competing in the Winter Olympics and Charles doesn't hide he is your biggest fan.
note: i know winter olympics are in 2026, but let's pretend they are in 2025 for the sake of this fic. also, reader and charles are in an established relationship.
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holidays with you 🤍 charles_leclerc
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user1 so beautiful
user2 did she spend holidays with charles' family?
user3 yesss, she spent holidays with her own family (of course george was there) and the leclercs
carmenmmundt I love you, angel 😇
yourusername I love you too bonita
charles_leclerc I don't have enough words to describe how much I love you, I guess I need to remind you right now. Let the phone and come with me, I miss you
yourusername omg Charles ☺️ I love you, wait for me
georgerussel63 😡
yourusername say something nice or I'll block you
georgerussel63 okay, I love you and I guess your relationship with Charles is fine
yourusername I love you big bro
yourfriend miss uu
yourusername i miss you more
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i'm back ⛸️
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user1 YESSSSSS
user2 counting the days to see her in the winter olympics
arthur_leclerc you're awesome!
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francisca.cgomes teach me how to skate on ice pls
yourusername whenever you want🤍
francisca.cgomes are you free tomorrow?
yourusername of course, send me a text xx
charles_leclerc you're so special to me, I love you
georgerussel63 oh stop being so annoying, carlossainz55 come to help me and say something to him
carlossainz55 charles man, stop setting the bar too high
charles_leclerc I'll never stop
yourusername 🤭
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my beautiful girl, good luck on the winter olympics. I am already proud of you and I'm the luckiest man to have you
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user1 I don't know anything about figure skating, someone explain
user2 she's competing in the winter olympics, a championship of sports related with ice. she's in the category women's singles, which means she doesnt have a partner, she skates alone
user3 is she good?
user2 yess, she has medals already
yourusername i love youuuu, thank you for the support baby
charles_leclerc have I told you i'm your biggest fan?
user4 can you fight?
charles_leclerc yes.
maxverstappen1 good luck on the winter olympics yourusername!
yourusername thank you max🥹
user5 two of the current best athetles in the world interacting wih each other. oh, and they also are charles girlfriend and boyfriend
charles_leclerc just posted a story

caption: so much talent, so much passion. it's you, it's always you
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next round!
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charles_leclerc I LOVE YOUUUUU
charles_leclerc YOU WERE INCREDIBLE
charles_leclerc YOU'RE EVERYTHING
user1 and you're just ken
user2 i want a man like charles
user3 i want a gf like y/n
georgerussel63 that's my little sis!
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oscarpiastri good luck mom
yourusername thank you son xx
user4 charles and his gf adopting oscar as their son is making me really happy
landonorris are cute girls there? invite me next time
yourusername even if i know i really want to win, i don't need you distracting all the girls around
user5 she was so good, I loved her performance!
user6 she's my favourite figure skater in the championship
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caption: my lady won a medal!
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I know how hard you have been working to win a medal and make us proud. You won, baby. I just see how lucky I am to have you and I'm so happy with the fact the people now can see how talented and wonderful you are. You're kind and a beautiful soul. I love you so much. You make me proud, just want to tell the world how much I love you. Forever yours, Charles.
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yourusername oh charles baby 🥹 i'm yours and i love you. thank you for all the support you gave me during these last weeks and for your kind words🤍
charles_leclerc ❤️❤️❤️
user1 can charles fight? like for real, can he really fight?
charles_leclerc I would murder for her
user1 okay sorry sir
charles_leclerc she's my lady in case you have forgotten
user2 you never made us forget she's your lady, you're like always remembering us
maxverstappen1 we lost him
landonorris you mean, you lost your boyfriend
maxverstappen1 shut up
user3 get a man who posts about you and writes cute words for you
user5 the bar was never too high like now
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I won a medal and my boyfriend proposed: luckiest girl alive
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georgerussel63 my little sis is gonna get married, i'm already crying
yourusername I'm not that little anymore
georgerussel63 you'll always be a baby
yourusername fine, old man
carmenmmundt congrats beautiful❤️
yourusername will you be my bridesmaid?
carmenmmundt omg yesss
francisca.cgomes oh my godness, i'm so happy for you!!!
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oscarpiastri yesss, congrats for the medal and for the ring
user1 how do you feel about your parents getting married?
oscarpiastri i'm now a happy kid
yourusername i love you son 🤍
oscarpiastri I love you mom❤️
landonorris yessssss, congrats you two!
user2 omgggggg I knew it
user3 rumors were true
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she said yes, and now I can say "SHE'S MY WIFE!!!!!!! HAVE YOU SEEN HER? SHE'S INCREDIBLE"
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yourusername oh boy, you're making me cry again. I love you lots, you're the best thing that ever happened to me🤍
charles_leclerc I love you wife❤️❤️❤️
maxverstappen1 congrats!
yourusername charles still loves you
maxverstappen1 what? don't say shit like that
yourusername i'll keep your secret
user1 adopt me pls
oscarpiastri no, I don't want a sibling
user2 it's a love story and she said yes ❤️
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JUST TAKE MONEY ALREADY UGHHH
THAT HAKU FIC???? OMG OBSESSED IT WAS SCRUMPDELICIOUS HSHSJSJSJSJ
AND you're cooking up a Subaru fic???!?!!? YOU'RE SPOILING US SO MUCH THANK YOUUUU
Visions (Yan!Perv!Subaru Kagami x Reader; Tokyo Debunker)
ok its finally here holy shit wht ther ufckkckckkc
also THANK YOUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!! IM SO GLAD U LIKE THE WORKS YIPPEE!!!!!!!!
a/n: i went 2 bed the night after writing starstruck coral and woke up thinking about how touching you is how yan!perv!subaru would keep tabs on you. is this deranged and out of pocket? maybe. but was this real as fuck? ab-so-fucking-lutely. anyways. admittedly not the biggest fan of yandere characters unless they’re the harmless-type, stalker-type, or worship-type yandere yk? they’re strangely possessive and slightly stalker-y ish? maybe the occasional sabotage of a love rival perhaps. they don’t kill anybody, just get really jealous. which. kinda suits subaru.
2 explain a little bit. i buy in2 the theory that subaru is NOT nearly as innocent as he portrays himself and purposely puts that image forward 2 fool others. i like 2 think he won’t let go of it, even when caught, bc its the best way 2 weasel out of things. i also think that, 2 an extent, it is actually genuinely a piece of his personality and how he genuinely acts, so the act is harder 2 see through bc it seems so,,, like him, if u will.
summary: you want subaru. subaru has a reputation to uphold.
cw: voyeurism via psychometry??, masturbation, breaking and entering, creepy, weird, perv and yan behavior idk idk. also editing was rushed sorry!
WARNING: the ending 2 this is like. kinda crazy. at least 2 me idk! i wrote it like "wow this heat" but idk tumblr might not like it! u've been warned.
Subaru is the type to hide from his desires, despite how strongly they pester him. He belittles himself by convincing himself that such things are improper, corrupt, and shameful, and that indulging in them would taint his proper, innocent, humble manner. To him, he must keep up the perfect, trimmed, clean, graceful exterior in tandem with his placid, unassuming, and polite demeanor. It is the only way to conduct himself. So, he hides from that which would shake his precariously balanced mask, even goes as far as to express discomfort when exposed to things that are supposed to be outside his comfort zone, even if they are things he’s long been aware of or indulgent in. He refuses his naturally decadent tendencies and strives to upkeep his gentleness.
In truth, he knows what he is. A hedonistic sybarite. A guilty heathen. A depraved sinner. These titles haunt him, constantly at the back of his mind, reminding him of the consequences of indulgence and the rewards of self-control. He holds these reminders close to his heart. He will not flinch. He will not falter. He will not break.
And then you happened to be one of the first people to know about the truth of his stigma. He supposes he can pin the onset of his downfall there.
As pretty as you were, and as perverted as he was, he had already grilled it into his mind that desires of the flesh were not worth faltering for, not if he was to keep being perfect. You were easy to brush aside at first, his focus trained on maintaining his carefully crafted personality. All was well until he mistakenly touched your hand one day.
You’d been over for tea and sweets at Hotarubi. The gentle sounds of rain against the window and light chatter of Zenji made for the perfect ambience. Haku was off on a mission, but Subaru and Zenji were there, enough to keep you company. Subaru is pleased to listen to Zenji’s lamenting poetry, and smile apologetically at you for his ramblings. He’s astonished at how well you seem to fall for his mask. There were times where even Haku had seen past it, not that the other man had much room to comment on it. He smiles to himself, seemingly unassuming, thinking you’re rather naive for a cursed girl. He makes the mistake of slipping off his glove and reaching for a sweet while looking at Zenji, not wanting to get any crumbs on his gloves. He freezes when he feels your hand brush against his, images flashing before his eyes, layering over his vision.
To your credit, you flinch backwards, apologizing profusely. He notes his expression must appear dazed, because you add on: “You must’ve seen my busy morning, huh?” You chuckle to yourself, smiling apologetically. “Sorry again, Kagami.”
He shakes his head, the vision finally subsiding, blinking to restore his normal sight. “It appears to have been stressful. I see why you stopped by.” He crafts a welcoming smile, a small, trembling voice, and an overwhelmed undertone in his expression. Judging by your slight bow, it’s perfect, and fools you.
He hides his darkening expression behind his teacup, pretending the smile dropping from his face so abruptly is simply so he can blow on his tea. Zenji returns to his rambling after checking on Subaru, ensuring he was well. Subaru mulls over what he had seen. He’d seen a busy morning indeed, full of the Frostheim King’s demands, the pestering of an uptight paralegal, and a fair bit of hounding by many other overzealous ghouls. But he had also seen how you relieved said stress. Fingers dipping underneath your skirt, in the privacy of your own dorm. He’d heard your soft mewls, seen your hand dripping with essence. He felt like, if it had lasted longer, he’d have felt your plush skin, tasted your dripping heat.
He curses himself for such thoughts, resisting the crease in his brow that threatened to form. He hoped his next sip of tea was bitter and cold as a punishment for his minute indulgence, a reminder of the path he had set himself to. But when he tips the cup back and the liquid reaches his tongue, it’s warm. It’s sweet. It’s tempting. The sticky remnants of the honey used to sweeten it seem to cling to his throat. This was not punishment. The reminders he held close to his heart dimmed for only a moment.
Then he was the picture of elegance again, smiling sweetly as Zenji laughed, pretending his friend was the source of his joy.
The following weeks, despite the sweetness of his indulgence and the temptation rumbling within him, he convinced himself it was only a fluke. It was nothing more than a minor accident, and he couldn’t allow a minor accident to tarnish his clean slate. He had to keep these desires hidden. Yet and still, the vision plagues him, hidden in the deeper corners of his subconscious. He can still see it quite clearly, can almost feel the exact sensations you felt, can almost taste the cloying allure that seemed to saturate the entirety of the vision every time he replayed it in his head. It takes him a while to snap out of it when the vision plays in his mind’s eye. His eyes will become clouded, his breathing will become labored, and his fingers will twitch as he struggles to keep up his restraint. He remains successful, and such bouts of desire only happen in privacy, but he has a gnawing feeling that even remembering the vision is a form of indulgence in itself.
Despite his efforts to not think about it, the vision returns, and he feels shame and anger begin to make their presence known. This was not proper. It was unbecoming of him to allow something to swim in his head so persistently, especially something made to tempt him. He can hardly stand to have a normal conversation with you. Not that it’s your fault, rather that it’s his for succumbing to the wiles you may have inadvertently and unknowingly used on him. He decides that the only way to rid himself of the previous vision is to have another one of you. Maybe he’ll have a vision of a gross habit or something generally unattractive, and perhaps that would neutralize his fixation on your stress-relief techniques. It would be a gamble, but it was an option nonetheless.
He invites you for lunch again with him and Lyca, outside on one of the balconies on campus. It’s relatively warmer, fresh breeze combing through the trees and open windows. Days like this brought a large crowd, which meant it would be no problem to go unnoticed if needed. He sits quietly on a bench, Lyca leaning into his right side, drooling over his lunch but patiently waiting to dig in. Subaru finds himself awaiting your arrival a little too eagerly for his tastes. This would have to end soon.
He finally spots you from afar, carrying a brown box that Sho usually packed his lunches in. He smiles as you approach and holds up his own brown box, his eyes crinkling with mirth. “It seems we had the same idea.” Effortlessly, he turns on the inferiority complex charm, hurriedly apologizing. “Ah, I apologize for not properly communicating with you. We could have waited in line together.”
You smile and shake your head, reassuring him with a quick “It’s no problem, really,” and plopping down on Subaru’s other side. He notes the distance you leave between your bodies and lets his displeasure swim in his gaze before returning to a placid smile.
Lyca barely spends a moment greeting you before digging into his meal, forgetting once again to use his utensils. Subaru sighs fondly before smiling at you and returning to his own meal. He is the epitome of grace, carefully bringing his chopsticks to his mouth, demurely flicking his tongue against his lips to lick up any excess sauce, and chewing so soundlessly you wouldn’t be able to tell. Not a single hair is out of place. Something about feeling your gaze on him fills him with pride and dread simultaneously. Could enjoying the attention of someone he actively attempts not to crave be considered an indulgence?
Lyca suddenly begins hacking next to Subaru, alarming him. Immediately, Subaru assumed it was because he'd practically inhaled his food. He rubs a gentle hand on Lyca’s back until the coughing subsides as you watch with concern. Lyca looks up with a frown, grumbling in frustration about his coughing fit.
When Lyca looks up, sauce and bits of rice are stuck to his cheeks. Subaru has to stifle a laugh, pretending to clear his throat instead, smiling fondly at Lyca. He reaches for his handkerchief, about to help Lyca clean up. When he doesn’t find it in his internal pockets, his confusion grows, searching his other pockets for it. It seems he didn’t have it. He looks back up to Lyca, wondering how he was going to clean him up without any napkins. Lyca looks back at him quizzically. “What? Is there something on my face?”
Subaru sighs and shakes his head. “Hold still, Lyca.” He begins to pull one of his gloves off, not wanting to get sticky residue all over them. It’s when he just manages to slide the glove halfway off that you reach forward, pushing his hand down.
“Here, let me.” Subaru glances towards you as you reach towards Lyca, keeping your other hand on Subaru’s wrist. Your thumb brushes against his palm, and something about the action strikes Subaru as deliberate before he is thrust into another vision again.
Another busy morning—nothing out of the ordinary. A red-headed ranger and his pet held most of your attention today, a certain slacker lagging far behind. Moving back and forth between classes and dorms, getting cases signed, all seemed relatively normal…
At least until he sees you, lying on your bed, laptop propped open, watching a rerun of one of his old shows. He can’t tell if he blushes or not, but he feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
He feels himself freeze up as you smile wider, watching him twirl across the stage. The vision begins to fade, but his confusion remains at a peak. Had you heard of him before? Were you a fan? If so, why hadn’t you shown any indication of knowing him prior?
If you were a fan, this was mortifying. If you weren’t a fan but were simply doing research, that would be different. He couldn’t quite label it, but it felt… strange? He thinks back to when you first met him and remembers the lack of surprise on your face seeing him there. You couldn’t possibly be a fan. Which left him to wonder why you were watching reruns of his old shows in your free time. And, why had the way you’d brushed your thumb against his palm felt deliberate?
When he comes to, he finds both you and Lyca staring at him with concern. He idly notes he’s out of breath and his forehead feels damp.
“Suba. Are you okay?” Lyca peers at him curiously, curling his fingers into Subaru’s jacket sleeve.
Subaru finds it hard to so much as look in your direction, so he turns to Lyca, donning a simple, yet overwhelmed smile. “I’m fine. Just another vision, that’s all.” He manages to force the words out between pants, slowly catching his breath and blinking to stop the world from spinning. He had too much to think about to focus on appearing prim and proper any longer. What was that vision?
When you pipe up, despite himself, Subaru turns towards you a little too fast. “Ah, I’m sorry, Kagami! I hadn’t realized I’d touched you.” Your face and voice appear apologetic, your eyes shining with pity. To anyone else, this would appear genuine. To Subaru, however, it was anything but. Something about the twinkle in your eyes screamed revelry rather than regret.
He matches your expression, friendly and forgiving externally, with tension and excitement in his eyes. “It's no problem. Please, don't trouble yourself worrying for me.”
Lunch remains uneventful from then on, but even the prickling of your gaze isn't enough to draw him away from the rumbling in his mind.
He wakes up, staring upwards at his dorm room ceiling. It had been a few days since the incident, but he'd hardly been able to rest at all.
His plan had backfired. It only served to worsen his mood. His initial urge encouraged him to blame it on you—his lack of rest, his inability to focus, his slipping facade. It was your fault, somehow. He had to keep you in line, somehow. You were threatening the carefully constructed status quo he had given himself and convinced everyone else of.
He suddenly falters, common sense catching up with his wayward thoughts. It wouldn't very well be proper to do anything remotely threatening, especially to the honor student. He frowns up at his ceiling, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. A sickening feeling bubbles up in his stomach again as the visions revive themselves in his vulnerability, swarming his thoughts. This time, instead of chasing them away, he lets them settle. Maybe he'd find answers within the visions. It should be okay—so long as he didn't indulge. The images play in his mind—you, touching yourself, and you, watching videos of his old shows—and part of him feels the strange urge to draw a flimsy connection between the two. Despite himself, his mind wanders. Without realizing it, his hand begins to slowly travel downwards.
Had you ever touched yourself to thoughts of him? Had you felt the urge to do so when you watched him dance across that stage? Or, was it only a coincidence? But if it was, what was your goal? If his assumptions about you doing this intentionally were even correct, that is. So many questions swam around his head. His breathing picks up and his face and neck begin to feel warm. The images and self-indulgent assumptions of his didn't help. His imagination ran wild with the things you would have done to yourself while watching him, dreaming of him, wanting him. He finds himself squeezing his thighs together and screwing his eyes shut tight.
Any sort of relief in any form would do him good now, he thinks. He feels himself begin to tremble, his skewed brain focusing more and more on the idea of you touching yourself to thoughts of him. He imagines how it would look. Maybe you’d have your laptop propped open before you, marveling at his flexibility and physical prowess. Maybe you would be mesmerized by the way decorated fabrics would swish around his form. Maybe all these things were attractive to you, and you’d let your own imagination run wild—pinning him down, exploring the angled planes of his body, testing his flexibility as you saw fit—he’d be eager to prove himself to you. He imagines how his name would sound—mewled, moaned, or screamed—all in your voice, from your lips. He licks his lips to prevent his own from taking the shape of your name, silencing himself with an audible groan. Hearing the hunger and desperation in a single groan stops him in his tracks. He blinks awake from his hazy state, shivering in horror as he realizes he’d been palming himself, his hand moments from wrapping around his cock through his pants. He yanks his hand away from himself, turning over in bed and pulling his comforter over his head. He grinds his teeth together, his hands running through his hair and gripping his bangs out of frustration. He’d just been self-indulgent, nearly going as far as touching himself to thoughts of you. His mind swims with reminders of the consequences of self-indulgence, the path it would lead him down if he continued to crave. He bites his tongue, trying to relieve himself of the focus his brain was lending to his rock hard length. He attempts to control his breathing, inhaling and exhaling shakily at a pace he had practiced for years before. It doesn’t work, not in the way he would like it to. He’s barely managed to get a few breaths in before his alarm sounds next to his bed, reminding him of the time. His eyes fly open and he cannot resist the rage that courses through him. He rises to a seated position, exhaustion contributing to his frustration and anger. He reaches for his alarm, grasping it firmly in his hand. He is about to hurl it across the room, his rapidly increasing rage at himself, at you, at his inability to indulge nearly consuming him.
But, wait. He pauses, blinking blearily as realization washes over him. This was no way to act. Shame overtakes him as he glances back at the alarm he holds in his hand. His grip falters and the alarm slips in his grasp. Slowly, he lowers his arm, and gently places the alarm back on his desk, silencing it with a dainty tap. He sits upright, folding his hands in his lap. Acting with anger was unacceptable. If the glass of his alarm were to shatter on the ground, someone would have surely come running, and witnessed the fury that twisted his expression, his arm positioned after a throw, and his still obvious hardened length. No, he couldn’t have that happen. There were better ways to carry himself. The reminder rings true in his head. Anger will not go without consequence. Indulgence will not go without consequence. Deviation from his carefully crafted mask will not go without consequence. What was acceptable, at best, was a slightly creased brow and an endearingly exhausted pout, seemingly unintentional. After a deep breath, he morphs his expression to just that, even pairing it with a quiet sigh. Perfect. Now, to keep this up for the rest of the day.
He was long due for a more thorough reminder of where rage and indulgence had gotten him before. The growing frustration at his near indulgence stokes an urge to bite his lip, but he resists, remaining the picture of elegant, endearing, even adorable exhaustion. He could not allow his anger to show.
He would not flinch. He would not falter. He would not break. Not even for you.
When he walks out of his dorm room to greet the day, he ensures he is nothing less than the picture of perfection, besides a tired expression and a pout to go with it. Today would be another day to take in stride. Surely he could handle your meddling. He couldn’t allow you to be a threat anymore.
So, of course, when he walks into Hotarubi’s tea room, he does not allow himself to be shocked at your presence. Surprise flits across his face for just a moment before he quickly replaces it with a welcoming smile, ensuring his exhaustion still shines through. Haku, seated on the other side of the table next to Zenji with his legs spread out, waves. He clicks his tongue and frowns when he takes in Subaru’s appearance.
“Sheesh, looks like a rough night. You okay?” Haku tilts his head towards Subaru, and Zenji does the same. You twist around to look at him, and he doesn’t miss the emotion that looked suspiciously like satisfaction flickering across your gaze.
“Good morning!” You also greet him with a wave, before your eyebrows dip in concern. “He’s right. Did you sleep at all?”
Subaru puts his hands up in false surrender, his welcoming smile reducing itself to a timid, nervous one. “I’m fine, I promise. I simply had some trouble staying asleep.” Technically, that wasn’t entirely a lie. When Haku nods in understanding after studying him for a moment longer and you look back towards your tea, Subaru sighs with relief internally.
Zenji is playing his biwa today, reciting some of his favorite childhood stories, with occasional commentary from Haku. Subaru finds himself relaxing into the comfortable atmosphere despite having most unfortunately been seated next to you. He supposes, so long as the distance between the two of you remained, there would be no issues. He would not allow himself to yearn for a close to the gap.
This time, he’s clever. He finds no excuse to take off his gloves, instead opting to use a napkin to pick up any sweets. He ensured before leaving his room that his collar was high and his sleeves were low. The only skin showing on his body was that of his upper neck and face, and any such contact to those areas would not go unnoticed, especially if deliberate. He allows himself a minor burst of pride, thankful for his own diligence. He was on the way to going down the proper path once again.
He’s chewing on his final pastry before he’s off to pick up some tea from Benji and check on Lyca. Thankfully, he didn’t need to be seen by many people today, so he could use this opportunity to train himself to regain control over his expressions and emotions. You had a way with breaking down his walls, but that wouldn’t last much longer. At least, he thought so. He hears you giggle as Zenji is mid-story and feels you tap his shoulder. He turns to you, and with a wide grin on your face, you point to your cheek, indicating to him that he’s got something stuck on his. He starts, surprised that his poise had slipped enough for an imperfection, but simultaneously pleased that it was at least charming. Timidly, he reaches for his cheek with his gloves on, biding by his reminders and choosing to deal with the unsavory consequence of crumbs on his gloves in place of another slip-up regarding you. He brushes his fingers along his cheek, but he must have missed it, because you only giggle and indicate it’s still there, rubbing your finger back and forth along your own cheek. Subaru copies your movements, pulling back when he’s sure he’s gotten it off of his cheek. He frowns when he finds nothing on his gloves. He hears you giggle again and sighs internally, deciding to try one last time before giving up. However, he’s too late. He feels your fingers brush against his cheek, brushing away something that felt sticky rather than crumbly. He’d be grateful for the help if it weren’t for the fact that he was thrust into another vision the minute your fingertips touched his skin.
When he’s thrust back into reality, he’s sweating, eyes wide and gaze unfocused. He glances at you, but that turns out to be a mistake. The frightened mask you’re wearing would’ve been impenetrable if not for the slight upwards quirk of your lips. He clenches his jaw and curses you under his breath, which is drowned out by your distressed cry.
“Kagami!” You steady him with your arms, holding him up by his shoulders. Haku is already on his other side, watching Subaru’s face carefully.
Subaru glances at Haku, whose frown deepens significantly. “Alright,” he stands, offering a hand to Subaru. “Let’s get you back to your room.”
Subaru doesn’t even protest, nor does he look back to glance at you. He simply wordlessly takes Haku’s hand and rises to his feet. Haku allows him to lean into his side as they make the trek back to his room, Haku shouting over his shoulder that he’d be back.
Haku keeps Subaru steady as they walk back. Subaru’s mind swims with the vision he just saw.
Haku clears his throat. “If it’s not too much to ask, what’d you see?” Subaru can’t tell if Haku is asking this out of curiosity, concern, or both, but he indulges him anyway.
“A challenge.” His voice comes out somewhat strained. Technically, this isn’t a lie. But it’s not the whole truth, either.
“Oh.” Haku frowns and raises a brow. “Is she in trouble?”
“No,” Subaru shakes his head, donning a reassuring smile and offering it to Haku. This might be a lie. “It seems it was all resolved. Just a little intense, that’s all.”
When Haku smiles in return, Subaru can tell he’s not wholly convinced, but he doesn’t ask any more questions, so Subaru doesn’t offer any more answers.
He had seen a challenge, indeed. It was a challenge from you to him. What else could it have been? The images swim before his mind’s eye over and over and over again. Sweaty skin, panting breaths, raucous moans, his name on your tongue, and a purple dildo to tie it all together. He swallows harshly, feeling his body tense as the vision continues to play in his head. He can feel his half-hard cock prodding at his thigh, the stimulating vision enough to thrust him right back into his earlier predicament.
Indulgence would ruin his plans. Anger would ruin his plans, Accepting this challenge would ruin his plans. And yet, he’s practically drooling at the visual of participating in the invitation you’d left for him.
‘Desires of the flesh are not worth falling for,’ he reminds himself, thinking the same phrases repeatedly. He idly thinks of his continued heaving breaths and the warmth in his face from the vision. ‘There are consequences to indulgence. There are rewards to self-control.’
But were there any rewards to self-control as alluring, as satisfying, as deliciously saccharine sweet than what awaited him if he simply chose to let it all go, just this once?
He mustn’t flinch. He mustn’t falter. He musn’t break. But, surely, so long as he didn’t allow himself to flinch, falter, and break permanently, it should be fine, right? Just this once, right?
His teeth dig into his bottom lip, keeping his pace steady as his mind churns. Perhaps indulging himself is what would remind him of why he chose the righteous path in the first place.
A smile begins to grow on his face. He had a plan.
He makes the final adjustments to the chair across from him and everything it held, ensuring everything was in place. He carefully shifts the teacups so that they are positioned perfectly in line with each saucer. He adjusts his tie, smoothes out the tablecloth, and takes his own seat. Everything was perfect. Now, to wait.
He looks out the window beside him, basking in the dimming light of the roseate sunset, lavender, orange, and yellow blending to create a beautiful view. As prepared as he was for this, he also felt nerves and excitement working their way into his mood. He draws in a breath, reminding himself of the purpose of this endeavor, and releases it, strengthening his resolve. The peace he felt in this decision felt strangely fitting. After fighting it for so long, here he was, giving in to the very things he desired, performing the very show that could end in his fall from grace. But he clenches his fist, reminding himself that he will not fall forever. This was just a one-time thing, to set him back on the right path again. He hoped you would forgive his ambitions.
Finally, he hears a lock click and the doorknob to the room turns. He sits up straighter, holding a cup of piping hot tea in his hand, looking the picture of warmth.
He watches eagerly as you walk inside, your gaze rising to meet his. He only smiles wider when you freeze in shock, staring at him. He notes that confusion rises on your features rather than fear, as you twist the doorknob, wracking your brain to remember whether or not you’d locked the doors to the chapel before you left. Subaru waits patiently, swirling the tea in his hand. When you finally look back up at him, he sees suspicion swimming in your gaze. “How did you-”
“Ah, please don’t trouble yourself with the details.” Subaru cuts you off in the most polite voice he can muster. He projects his voice effortlessly, meeting your ears in a softened tone even from across the room. His tone is gentle, almost timid-like, but firm, leaving little room for questions. He places his teacup down in its saucer and rises to his feet, making his way over to you. His expression is open and his smile is kind and warm. And for once, it feels quite genuine to him. “I was wondering where you were.” He holds his gloved hands out for your bags, silently offering to put them away for you. After staring at his hands for a while, you relent, and he happily carries them to your desk in the far corner. He can feel your questioning gaze on him the entire way. It fills him with glee.
He makes his way back to the table he’d set, standing behind the chair opposite to the one he was sitting on. He pulls it out from the table and gestures to it, warm smile on his face. “Please, sit down.”
If not for what was on the seat, this would seem the perfect polite invitation for tea. Subaru’s eyes were bright, his smile was soft, and his demeanor was polite and respectful. He watches you as you eye the seat warily, a crooked, nervous smile forming on your face. Your eyes flit back to him. He tilts his head upwards questioningly.
“Is it a show you want?” You gesture crudely towards the seat. Subaru only smiles, the look in his eyes darkening. It wasn’t a warning, rather a confession. The smile on your face read as nervous, but he could tell from the way your pupils were blown wide and your fingers were tapping the side of your thigh that you were more excited than you let on.
When you made eye contact with him again, he looks at you expectantly, the expression on his face so open and gentle you would think he was asking for something innocent. He is satisfied when you finally nod, your teeth digging into your lips to hide the smile that threatened to grow. He watches your careful, slow steps towards the chair, your mouth open due to your excited, labored breathing. He, himself, has to bite his cheek out of excitement, not wanting to rush you. When you finally stand in front of the chair, your back to him, you simply reach behind yourself, hike up your skirt, pull your panties to the side, and slide yourself down the length of the purple dildo you’d used not too long ago. Once you’re as comfortably seated as you can be, Subaru tries not to smile wider and pushes the chair in, before walking back to his own seat, sitting across from you.
You’re handling it better than he thought you would, and he commends you for that. He picks up his tea from the saucer, smiling at you. “Help yourself.” He kindly gestures towards your own teacup, steaming aromatic tea sweetened exactly how you like it right in front of you. Your hands have a slight tremble when you reach for your tea, but it doesn’t last long, Subaru notes. He makes eye contact with you, and you return his smile. Your face is flushed and your smile is trembling, and he’s sure if he bothered to look down, your legs would be, too.
He takes a sip of his tea, deciding to stall for a little while longer, reveling in his success. You, however, voice other plans, speaking up to catch his attention.
“Care to tell me what all this is for, Subaru?” The tremble in your voice would be unnoticeable to someone not as practiced as Subaru. He wonders just how many times you have used that dildo to not react so obviously. He bites his lip to stifle a smile from growing much wider.
“Ah…” His voice comes out surprisingly timid, and if not for the circumstances, even he would think this was a normal conversation. But the excitement that roils through him is too real to be imagined, and the boner he crossed his legs to hide was too genuine a reaction. He sips at his tea again before putting it down with a soft clink. He nervously wrings his fingers, his smile wavering. “I suppose this could be considered a confession, of sorts.”
“A confession?” The surprise is clear on your face, and you almost look relieved. “I thought I was due for a punishment or something.” You confess nervously, but Subaru hardly registers the tone in which you said it.
“P-Punishment?” He looks taken aback and says the words almost incredulously, blinking at you with surprise. He exhales, frowning. “No, no, you’ve misunderstood me…” His tone falters back into his usual timid voice, and he shakes his head. His expression is apologetic and genuine. He reaches for his tea, probably as a way to keep his hands busy. “My real intention here…” He trails off, pursing his lips as a blush appears on his face. He felt nervous to admit this, but he reminded himself that this was for good reason. Excitement and heat pooled in his abdomen again, rising to his chest and neck as well. He could feel his heart pound against his ribcage, his breathing becoming heavy with anticipation. He looks towards you, summoning a small smile. “...Was to tell you that I’ll… stop resisting.”
He takes his final sip of tea and places his teacup down. He stands, moving to stand in front of your chair, kneeling down in front of you. He had been right earlier, he notes, observing how your legs were trembling and suppressing a small smile. Wordlessly, he loosens his tie just a little and undoes the first few buttons of his uniform shirt. He reaches upwards and silently holds out his hand for yours, looking up at you pleadingly. You gently place your palm in his, tremor still in your movements.
“If you’ll have me…” He takes your hand and loops your fingers around the collar of his tie, pulling your wrist away from him so his neck would be forced to follow the pull. He bites his lip as he looks up at you, his visage the epitome of bliss, his lips curved upwards in an exhilarated smile, his eyes wide and pleading.
“I’d like to know how you’d want me, Miss.”
ok CHALLENGE 4 ALL MY READERS PLEASE tell me what u would do 2 subaru in this situation. please. im so curious. if ur suggestions r good i might even be inspired 2 write a part 2 bc im already thinking abt it................
a/n: well. i hope that ending wasn't too scary! like i wrote it like "WOW" but. idk. im scared what if y'all hate it aaahhhhhhh!!! anyways. enjoy, please. i put so much work in2 this, truly, bc i really really wanted this 2 be good.
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gold by britt nicole (accepting urself despite ur flaws... very ironic)
kiss it better by rihanna (physical lust fueling the reconciliation of a toxic relationship)
ecstasy by suicidal-idol (self-explanatory)
sweater weather by the neighbourhood (diminishing oneself, separating the dream from the person, yearning 4 something u cannot have)
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A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?
- personally, I think she'd often indulge in taking you to the last drop. She often has you propped up on her lap while she laughes at the men gambling away their life savings (she likes to call you her lucky charm)
- honestly, she'd be willing to take you anywhere though. Just as long as everyone knows you're hers. She'll keep a hand in your back pocket as you guys walk around the city and she'll give nasty looks to whatever man decides to even glance your way.
B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?
- SHE LOVES YOUUUUU omg.
-she literally admires every part of your body. She would rather choke and die then have to pick a favorite.
- and she LOVESS to pick you up. You think you're too heavy? Don't flatter yourself. Not for her you're not.
C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?
- I Hate to be that guy, but I don't think she would be the best at comforting. With words atleast.
-she'll probably give you a nice hug or a pat on the back. But if you start crying, she'll literally freeze and give you an awkward "you alright..?"
-it's not that she doesn't care, she's just bad at showing how much she does care.
D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?
- living in a place like Zaun, where the future is so unpredictable and anyone could die at any moment. She just wants keep things in the present and not think about the future.
-If it were up to her, she would take you far away from all they chaos and just grow old together
-but that may never happen. so for now, she just wants to see you alive in the future.
E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?
- she's definitely more on the dominant side, she's the one wrapping a hand around your waist in public and mean mugging everyone who dares look at you the wrong way
F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?
-if you guys end up fighting, it'd most likely be about her work
-weather it's how long she's gone during the day, or how she always comes back with curs and bruises. You guys always find a way back to eachother
If you're the one who apologizes:
She gives you a stupid ass grin, she knew she was right. She definitely wouldn't rub it in your face or anything. But she will be a bit smug about it
If she's the one to apologize:
-She'll be extremely sheepish, it's almost laughable how she's reduced to a stuttering mess when she's the one apologizing.
-I really dont think she'd be the best with words, so she'd just trap you in a tight hug and mutter an apology into your ear.
-if you don't accept her apology— worse, reject her hug. She'll be so confused and lost, giving you big ol' puppy eyes while she uses her words to express how sorry she is.
G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?
-once again, SHE LOVES YOUUUU
-i don't think there's enough words to explain how happy she is to have you.
-sometimes, when the sun is just beginning to rise and she's dreading the long workday ahead of her. shell spend just a little while longer in bed admiring your sleeping frame. shed never admit it, but on mornings like those, she thanks her lucky stars to have you sleeping next to her.
-she was never a religious person, but she thanks god that she has you next to her every night.
H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?
-she wouldn't hide anything from you, she believes that the only way to have a good relationship is to be fully open and transparent, even if that leads to you a tad bit oversharing.
-there are some details she may not be able to share because of her work. but 9/10 times, shell tell you anyways because she loves you or whatever
I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?
-she would NEVER admit it, but you changed her for the better.
-she's definitely gotten soft ever since you guys started dating. getting in less fights with strangers, going out to gamble less.
-just overall spending more time with you, and not in the chaos of Zaun.
J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?
-she gets jealous so easily omg. she wont even hesitate to beat up strangers on the street just for looking at you the wrong way.
-god forbid a man tries to FLIRT with you?
-youd have to ask her to stop before she literally killed the poor guy.
-ever since that incident, everyone at the bar knows to stay far away from you.
K iss - Are they a good kisser?
-shes definitely an experienced kisser. she's been with many women before getting with the love of her life (you)
-her kisses are rough, almost always leaving you breathless and desprate for more.
-shell tangle one hand in your hair, and use the other one to pull you closer by the waist URGG
L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?
-like i said previously, she's not the best with her words, so shed probably just approach you in the bar after watching (and lokwey stalking) you for a few months and say something like "you and me, this Friday. 5 pm. don't be late" before walking away.
-you'd show up and find her sitting alone at a table with a messy bouquet of flowers in her hand (she picked them herself)
-shed give you the flowers and spend the rest of the night trying to make conversation with a deep blush on her face. (she's such a cutie oml)
M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?
-this ones a bit complicated...
-shed love to take you away from that city and propose to you in a gorgeous flower field that goes on for miles.
-but something like that isn't achievable in the current state of the world
-so instead, she stares at you from across the room, dreaming about giving you everything you deserve.
N icknames - What do they call their s/o?
-her lucky charm (like i said before)
-baby
-i don't think shell use a lot of nicknames.. once again, not good with words.
O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?
-im telling you right now
-she literally looks like she wants to murder you when shes crushing on you.
-remember when i mentioned her watching you from across the bar? yeah, you spent that time thinking she hated you because of the way she stared at you.
-you literally thought she was going to assault you when she came up to ask you out.
P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?
-be prepared to have her constantly brag about you.
-if youre not sitting on her, youre sitting directly next to her with her arm around you.
-shes weird in a way that she wont tell you directly how much she loves you, but she wont shut up about it to everyone else.
Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.
-this isnt really an ability, just more of a thing she does
-but i think shed be willing to eat ANYTHING
-its amazing the stuff her stomach can handle.
R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?
-she loves to make you happy, but shes so SO nervous.
-she would show up to your house at 2 am with a boquet of flowers in her hand and ask if you want to hang out with her.
-shed take you shopping in topside and if you even look at something twice, shell buy it for you.
-shes lowkey useless when it comes to buying clothes because she thinks everything looks so pretty on you
"should i get the red, or the white one?"
"get both"
"but which one looks better?"
"... both?"
-shes so useless, but shes trying her best.
S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?
-i feel like it depends on what kind of goal it is, if its something unrealistic, she would try to gently coax you into something more achievable because shed hate to see you get hurt.
T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?
-in the chaos that is her life. you're the only thing that can remain the same. so I think shed prefer to keep routine with you. however, she wouldn't be mad if things changed from time to time, she's happy if you're happy.
U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?
-she knows you so well. everything you've mentioned or talked about. even in passing. she's taken a mental note of.
-you could breifly mention how youre into a peice of jewerly or an article of clothing.
-and you'd find it on your bed, tied up with a little bow the next day.
-she wouldn't bring up the gift unless you say something first though, she's js nonchalant like that
V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?
-this woman would lay down her life for you.
-she loves you SOOOOO much
-there's not much more i can say, you're the beginning and end of her life
-and she loves you
W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.
hear me out. (slight s2 spoilers)
-no matter how much she pretends to hate jinx, shed bring up adopting her and isha.
-it might sound ridiculous, but shed love to be a mother one day and she basically raised jinx so why not?
-she tried to brush away the idea from her mind
-but the moment she sees you placing bowls of soup Infront of the kids (jinx and isha) reminding them to wait for it to cool down
-she finds herself thinking that she could get used to this.
X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?
-shes such a cuddlebig omg
-the moment you guys start cuddling, she wont let go for HOURSSS
-sometimes, shell randomly lay on top of you, full starfish, and fall asleep.
-you have to accept your fate, i fear.
Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?
-long answer short?
-she doesnt.
-whenever she leaves for a long time, shell bring a shirt of yours just to smell it and remember it.
-it lowkey sounds creepy, but shes so lonely without you :(
the very moment she gets back, shell pratically jump on you and attack you with cuddles and kisses
-did i mention she loves you?
Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?
-SHELL DO ANYTHING FOR YOUUUU
-she loves you (can you tell i ran out of ideas?)
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Shinning Beauty - Charlie Bushnell
Pt. 2 for my ballerina
Pov - your a profesional ballet dancer and Charlie is your boyfriend
Pairing - Charlie Bushnell x fem!Oc ballet dancer
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yn.ln - last of rehearsals before the show tmw night 🩰 Also HELLOOO? Episode 5 made me cry like a baby @percyjacksonseries
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leahsavajeffries - so excited to see youuuu
↪️ yn.ln - even more excited to see you xxx
iamcharliebushnell - genuine question why do you always look so gorgeous 😍
↪️ yn.ln - stoooppp I love you so much 😭
dior.n.goodjohn - YOU BEAUTIFUL ANGELLLLL 😍
↪️ yn.ln - I LOVE YOU DIOR😘
walker.scobell - 🫅
↪️ yn.ln - don’t even I’m still sensitive
leenascobell - so excited to see my baby again it’s been too long
↪️ yn.ln - LEEEEENA MY LOVE
aryan.simhadri - how can you not cry while watching episode 5 is my question
↪️ yn.ln - RIGHTTTTTT my percabeth heart was SCREAMINGGG
↪️ iamcharliebushnell - I can confirm
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Iamcharliebushnell - can confirm she actually did cry watching episode 5 and later had to go outside to reflect on it
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walker.scobell - she’s so real for that
↪️ yn.ln - walker your acting killed me in this episode
dior.n.goodjohn - bet she looks pretty even when she’s crying
↪️ iamcharliebushnell- she looks pretty all the time
↪️yn.ln - mr bushnell u sure do know how to make a lady blush 🤭
↪️iamcharliebushnell - what can I say I try my best for my girl
↪️ walker.scobell - get a room
yn.ln - DONT MAKE FUN OF ME OKAY IM A SENTIMENTAL PERSON
↪️ yn.ln - AND A VERY BIG PERCABETH SHIPPER
↪️ iamcharliebushnell - I know sweetheart I know
aryansimhadri- those cookies look so good 👀
↪️ yn.ln - THANK YOUUU I tried my best
↪️ walker.scobell - omggg I want to try them
↪️ yn.ln - I’ll bring you some
↪️ iamcharliebushnell - walker stop trying to steal my girlfriend
↪️ walker.scobell - WHAT DID I DO? I only asked her for some cookies man :(
i.am.andrew.alvarez - she’s like me Fr
↪️ yn.ln - you get me drew
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yn.ln - so incredibly thankful of everyone that came to see me tonight. Couldn’t have done it without the support of everyone. Special thanks to my man that no matter what is always there watching me across the room applauding me and supporting me as always. I love you Char 💕
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dior.n.goodjohn - AHHHHH YOU WERE AMAZING 😍😍😍😍😍
↪️ yn.ln - stoppppp I love youuuuu
leahsavajeffries - you were for sure the best out there on stage
↪️ yn.ln - I love you leahhh 🫶🏻
iamcharliebushnell - I’ll always be there looking at you from the front row
↪️ yn.ln - and ill always be grateful of your presence 💕 I love you baby
leena.scobell - YOU WERE UNBELIEVABLE BEST BALLET SHOW IVE EBER SEEN
↪️ yn.ln - I love you leena 🫶🏻
user - I love the fact that Charlie always gives you flowers after a show
↪️ yn.ln - IKR! He’s all I’ve ever wanted best bf ever frr
walker.scobell - for someone who doesn’t watch this often I loved every second of it
↪️ yn.ln - awwwww I’m so happy you loved it 🫶🏻 thank you for coming tn
iamcharliebushnell - you were shining beauty tonight, how did I get so lucky?
↪️ yn.ln - ughhhh everyday you say something that makes me fall more in love with you 😍😭
yn.ln - BTW EVRYONE GO WATCH PERCY JACKSON SERIES SERIOUSLY ITS AMAZING 🤩
percyseries - looking like a real Aphrodite’s daughter
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↪️ pjofan268 - HELLOOOO
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paper rings.
a joseph quinn social media au
pairings: joseph quinn x keery!reader
warnings: pronouns for reader vary between she & they, I've tried to keep it as gender neutral as possible even tho I do use female faceclaims
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | masterlist
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yninstagram breaking my insta hiatus to tell you all that we're back for another adventure into the Upside Down 🦇🫶🏻💕
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joekeery why'd you have to crop half my face out like that
> yninstagram to make room for nat's face, obvs
> joekeery so you're saying you love her more than me???
> yninstagram of course, duh 🙄. you should know this by now
maya_hawke reunited bby!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻
> yninstagram missed youuuuu 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
madelyncline not you trying to crop joe out the picture 💀
> yninstagram there's already too much joe content on my page, the people need more nat
josephquinn very excited to join the upside down with you all!!
> yninstagram aw joe!! we're so happy to have you join our stranger things family 🫶🏻
madisonbaileybabe the 80s look great on you but I miss our beach vibes 😭🫶🏻
> yninstagram thanks hun!! I miss filming with you 🫶🏻🫶🏻
rudeth not you finally posting
> yninstagram as if you're online more than I am
rachelzegler don't die this season pls
> yninstagram I can't make any promises 😭😭😭
> user Y/N WHAT DOES THIS MEAN????
user obsessed with these bts pics!!!
user ahhhh, so excited for this season!!!
user omg they finally posted!!!
user love of my life. cannot wait to have you back on my screen!!!
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yninstagram my best friend made a movie 🫶🏻🕊🐍
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rachelzegler it was amazing to have you at the premiere angel 😇💕
> yninstagram love youuuu and everything you do ever 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻💕💕💕
> rachelzegler love youuu bby ❤️
madelyncline you always understand the assignment with the outfit
> madelyncline slay queen 👑😍
> yninstagram thanks bby 🫶🏻💕
joekeery it's criminal that you didn't invite me smh 😤
> yninstagram excuse me?? we're literally going to see it this weekend??
> maya_hawke do our plans not matter to you joe?? :((
josephquinn so this is why you weren't on set this week 👀
> yninstagram oops, did ya miss me? 😂
> josephquinn course not
sadiesink OMG SLAY!! 😍😍😍
user the fit is everything omg!!!
user now y/n is a person who would 100% understand the met gala themes every year
user omg pls tell me you've got a small cameo in the movie!! that would be everything!!
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yninstagram booked and blessed baby!!! our new series Hawkeye drops on disney+ this december 🏹💜
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yninstagram can't keep a secret to save my life, so if you heard about this beforehand- no you fucking didn't 🫶🏻
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joekeery proud of you!!!
> yninstagram thank you
> joekeery tho I will say I'm gonna take some credit for your success because I ran all your audition lines with you
> yninstagram 😡🖕🏻
florencepugh dream come true to work with you!! 💜
> yninstagram aww, love you flo!! 💜
tomholland2013 welcome to the MCU y/n x
> yninstagram thanks spoiler man
> tomholland2013 heyy, uncalled for!!
> yninstagram shouldn't have spoiled your movie for me then 😤
> tomholland2013 I'm sorry :((
hichasestokes congrats on being booked and busy. idk how you do it 🐝
> yninstagram i love all these projects, but really I just wanna nap
tomholland2013 wait. THEY GAVE YOU A DOG?? unfair :((
> yninstagram someone sounds jelly lol. sucks to be you I guess 🤷🏻♀️
josephquinn not you posting this like you didn't tell me on set 2 days ago. congrats tho, you deserve it :))
> yninstagram thanks joe 🫶🏻
> josephquinn also can you give me my guitar back now? please. I need to practice
> yninstagram you'll have to find me first haha 🤪
> nattyiceofficial they're in their trailer
> charlie.r.heaton just follow the sound of pure chaos and you'll find them 😂
user SHUT. UP
user is this real??
user omg can't believe you're bringing Kate Bishop to life!!! so excited for this!!
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I'm aiming for this little series to have about 6 parts to it, like my tom blyth one. but feel free to comment anything you'd like to read/see in this (or any future) social media aus 🩷
#joseph quinn x reader#joe keery x sister!reader#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#joseph quinn#joseph quinn imagine#joe keery#marvel#outer banks#obx cast
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so high school ; JB5
pairing(s) ; jude bellingham x singer!reader , jude bellingham x student!reader
summary ; twitters favourite new(ish) artist drops her new album right during her school year.
warnings ; nothinggggg & mainly just fluff bc i love happy people
note ; SORRY ITS SHORT AHHAHA, i’ll post a new lando fic soon i just have no inspiration… ignore any dates that are wrong or don’t match - im lazy. also this is VERYYYY LOOSLY based off so high school lol (it’s mainly the aristotle line)
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youruser surprise !!!!! as an end of term present (for myself🤭🥳) and in honour of knowing the loml for 15 years, here’s 15 new songs for you guys to (hopefully) enjoy 😊 noah, thank you for trusting me and letting me join you on what might be one of my favourite songs ever!! i loveeee youuuu. && to my jude<3 thank you for inspiring me every single day of our lives. i love you bigger than the whole sky 🩵🩵 (guys he’s actually v v talented and he helped me write scared of my guitar, hard to sleep, and feels like) j, you are my safe place and these songs — especially the ones i haven’t let you hear yet — are for you.
ps guys idk how to only write happy songs but jude is the only one who makes me feel safe enough to express my emotions through my songs 😁 i looooovvveee him and am NOT 🙅♀️ breaking up with him. he is stuck with me forever💞
‘the alchemy’ is YOURS tonight at midnight 💓
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user1 WHAT
user2 YOU CANT JUST DROP THIS ON US WTF
oliviarodrigo my girl💞💞 i’m so so soooo excited😭
user3 GIRL I KNOW YOU DIDNT JUST CALL THE ALBUM ‘the alchemy’ FOR NO REASON. WHERE TF IS THE TITLE TRACK I KNOW YOUVE GOT HER SOMEWHERE
youruser jude and i love the alchemy the most out of all the songs and wanna keep her just ours for a little bit longer but maybe if you guys enjoy these songs i’ll let you have my baby
user4 YNAJDKJSKDKDIS
user5 WHATTTT songs did she not let jude hear omfg i need to know
youruser he’s heard them all except for daylight, paper rings & so high school lollll
judebellingham refreshing my spotify every minute til midnight you guys don’t understand she’s kept these songs in a VAULT
user6 jude i know you love spotify but apple music get new music 10 minutes early xxx
judebellingham just made an apple music account
user7 TEN MINS TIL THE ALBUM OF THE YEAR DROPS
taylorswift so so proud of you beautiful 🩷🩷
judebellingham I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH
judebellingham putting ALLLL of these on the pre-game playlist
youruser babe idk if some of these will pump you up before a game
judebellingham hearing your voice will pump me up idc how sad the song is xx
user8 why’s no one talking about how she’s in UNIVERSITY and dropped a FIFTEEN song album like …??? she’s INSANE. WHERE did she find the TIMEEE
user9 not to mention she lives with him in madrid and does school online coz her uni is in the uk
user10 she’s insane i don’t understand how😭😭
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youruser surprised my fav person in the uk for his england game and he scored for me 😆🩵🩵
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user1 she wrote “you know how to ball” and he said “yeah” then scored a goal and did a celebration for her😭
user2 zoom in on pic 6 and you’ll see me laying on the road waiting to be run over
judbellingham ‘unemployed girlfriend’ but you’re the greatest singer on earth while also doing online uni full time and you still make time to be able to come see me
youruser it’s coz i love you so so bad
jobebellingham you make me sick
youruser i love u too jobeyyyyyy
england our favourite visitor💙💙
user3 how does she do all this whilst going to uni😭😭😭
oliviarodrigo 💖💖💖
judebellingham I LOVVVEEEE YOUUUUU
user4 i NEED the top in pic 8 where is it from
youruser i found it on depop and HAD to buy it😭😭 i think someone made it x
chappellroan HOTTTTT (you not ur bf)
youruser I WOULD DIE FOR YOU MY WIFE💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓
user5 i don’t understand how you write sad songs like the ones on your album if ur ‘in love with jude’
user6 jude deserves better than someone who’s so caught up on and still writes songs about her exes
user7 WHYS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THE LYRICS SHE POSTED ON TWITTER IM GOJNG INSANE
user8 LITERALLY?/!;!!/;@:8@ LIKE ??????? “WHERES THE TROPHY? HE JUST COMES RUNNING OVER TO ME” IS SO JUDE CODED WHEN Y/N IS AT LITERALLY ANY OF HIS GAMES
user7 EXACTLYYYYY HE ALWAYSSS RUNS TO HER IMMEDIATELY AFTER HES ALLOWED TO DO HIS OWN THING. ITS FUCKING ADORABLE
user8 IM SO GLAD SOMEONE UNDERSTANDS ME
user7 were both insane let’s get married
user8 dm me right now wife
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youruser lol little life update coz i’ve been m.i.a. for the last almost two months. 1: i went blonde again. 2: my man still as fine as ever. 3: got engaged or whatever lol. 4: slaying up exams. 5: i miss tour so i decided imma come back and see you all soon 🤭🤭 tour dates soon <3
ps in honour of becoming fiance or whatever🤗 the alchemy and 4 other songs are yours on the deluxe version of ‘the alchemy’ ,, out tonight !!!
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user1 WHAT THE FUCK
user2 GIRL LET US BREATHE
harrykane juudddeeeeee!!! congrats🥳❤️
declanrice mr bellingham that is a ROCK
user3 SHE DISAPPEARED FOR TWO MONTHS AND THEN CAME BACK AND DROPPED ALL OF RHAT ON HS
gracieabrams OMG WIFE IS GONNA BE A WIFE
user4 BLONDE YN IS BACK AND SHES A FIANCÉ OH MY GOD
judebellingham WIFE WIFE WIFE‼️‼️‼️
youruser not yet my love but so close🥰
judebellingham I CANT HEAR YOU MY WIFE IS AN ACADEMIC AND LYRICAL GENIUS
user5 she’s still writing break up and sad songs whilst engaged… so weird
user6 yeah and jude helps her,, he must be so disgusted right? seriously get a life and go touch grass
taylorswift so so happy for you 💓💓
youruser 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 i love you
user7 TOUR TOUR TOUR TOUR TOUR
england juddeeeeee💙 sooo happy for you two
trentarnold ❤️❤️❤️
user8 how girl just gonna casually drop a ENGAGEMENT announcement in the middle of a photo dump
user9 REALLLL LIKE THATS A BIG ASS RING TOO
noahkahanmusic YESSSSS🤍🤍🤍🤍
user10 HOWWWW is miss girl gonna find time in her schedule to do uni, make music, keep a healthy relationship, AND TOUR
judebellingham mrs*
my other works !
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Prince!Percy x Princess!Y/N



👑🎻👑🎻👑🎻👑🎻👑🎻👑🎻👑🎻👑🎻👑🎻👑🎻👑🎻👑🎻👑🎻
The late afternoon sun slipped through your bedroom window, casting soft gold patterns on the floor. You sat on the velvet-cushioned bench by your grand bay window, fingers dancing delicately along the strings of your violin. You played softly, sweetly—Laufey's Let you break my heart again was a song, while new, was one of the most beautiful you sang
"One dayyy, I will stop falling in love, with, youuuu, someday, someone will like me like, I, like, youuuuu" You voice sang along
It was your moment of peace. No courtly duties, no rules to follow, just music and the warmth of the setting sun. Then—creak. The sound of your chamber doors slowly opening made you stop mid-note. You turned, expecting someone here to help with tonight's dress. But standing in your doorway was someone you’d never seen before. A boy around your age, dark tousled hair, sea-green eyes that held the storm and calm of oceans, dressed in the unmistakable embroidery of nobility, but yet casual-ish with a leather jacket.
"Uh—sorry," he said, eyes wide, clearly startled. "I didn’t mean to walk in. I got...lost. This palace is like a maze."
You blinked. "Who are you?"
He scratched the back of his neck. "Percy. Percy Jackson. Son of Queen Sally of Atlantis and—well, long story. Prince, I guess."
You raised an eyebrow. “You guess you're a prince?”
He laughed sheepishly. "Let’s just say it's still weird hearing it out loud."
A beat passed, and you found yourself smiling. "Well, Prince Percy... welcome to my bedroom. I'm the princess, hence why I love here" A smile smile and giggle leaves you.
His eyes flicked to your violin. "That was lovely, you're a nice singer, as well as a player." He said, a little shy as he rubbed his neck
"Thank you," you said, heart fluttering as you set the violin aside. “You’re not too bad for someone who just barged in.”
He smirked. “You’ve got a pretty decent sense of humor for someone who lives in a castle. I'll hu, go now, bye"
"Bye" You whispered back
❣️🎻❣️🎻❣️🎻❣️🎻❣️🎻❣️🎻❣️🎻❣️🎻❣️🎻❣️🎻❣️🎻❣️🎻❣️🎻
Later that night, the grand ballroom shimmered with chandeliers and laughter. You stood in a gown of flowing silver and the midnight version of your favorite color, your eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on him. Percy, in navy dress robes with oceanic embroidery, his gaze locking on yours like he had been searching too.
He walked toward you, extended a hand. “May I have this dance, Princess?”
You took it, smiling. “You may, Prince.”
The orchestra began to play. You two danced in slow, elegant circles, the room spinning away until it felt like it was just the two of you. Words weren’t needed. Your hands fit perfectly, your steps matched like they’d done this for lifetimes. But it wasn’t enough.
"Want to get out of here?" he whispered against your ear. You nodded without hesitation.
--- You ran barefoot through the palace garden, laughing as he chased you down marble steps and through rose-draped trellises. You stopped at the edge of the koi pond, just where the last light of sunset kissed the sky in oranges and purples. He came up behind you, slower now, gaze soft.
“You’re not what I expected,” he said.
“Is that a good thing?” You asked
He stepped closer. “It’s the best thing.”
The air between you turned warm and quiet. You felt his hand brush yours. And then, he kissed you. It was gentle, hesitant at first, like testing the surface of something sacred. Then stronger, like the tide pulling you under in the best way. But it didn’t last. A voice called in the distance.
A royal advisor. “Prince Perceus, we must go.” He called "Your father hasn't any times for these games"
At the same time Percy pulled you in for one last deep kiss, wrapping one arm around your waist and the other around the middle of your back. At the same time, a very fimiller voice called
"Where on ear- *gasp* Oh!" You main maid, Charlotte stopped in her tracks and blushed deeply as you and Percy practically jumped apart, "O-oh, I must interrupt, Princess your mother is sommoning you, you must say goodbye to our guests"
You look down and blushed slightly "Give me a moment Charlotte" she rushed away back to the ball room.
You pulled back slowly, eyes searching his. He looked torn.
“I have to go,” he said, frustrated.
“I know,” you whispered. He leaned his forehead against yours for one final moment. “This won’t be the last time.”
“I hope not.”
Then he was gone—back through the palace, into the night.
After saying goodbye to all the other guests, you went back though the palace, stepping back into the nigh, and there you stood there in the garden, the memory of a kiss still warm on your lips, hoping the music and the stars would carry you both back together one day. Hopefully very soon
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treat me better p4
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sharky x reader
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There’s always a way to forget about a person.
Some people focus on themselves, some start a spiritual journey or something like that and others look for other people.
You also had a way to forget about people. For one night at least.
And there were only three things you needed:
dance floor
alcohol
lots of alcohol
Currently you were doing just that. Forgetting a person. You were on the dance floor with a scary amount of alcohol in you. You and Kenny were having the time of your lives, the two of you were probably the drunkest out of everyone here. Nella decided not to intervene, as long as you were having fun she thought.
You and Kenny bounced around, singing, no, more like yelling the lyrics to every dirty Weeknd song that came up. You spun each other round, scream-sang in each others faces and overall did some really energetic and weird shit.
While you were totally gone, Sharky was bitterly spectating from a dark corner. He was sober and sour. He just kept replaying the idea that he didn’t care about who you were dancing with or doing whatever in his head.
It was easy for him to tell you to stay away from him. But he wasn’t sure if he could do the same.
“THIS IS SOOOO FUN!” You yelled out to Kenny.
“I KNOW RIGHT!?” He replied even louder.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I LOVE YOUUUUU!”
“THANK YOUUUU!”
“HEY DO YOU WAN-” your yelling was cut off by an unexpected sensation of Kenny’s lips on yours and his hands on your hips.
You were shocked at first, but the alcohol covered that shock with fake but quick surging lust.
Somewhere in the crowed Nella was paying attention to everything, watching you and Sharky at the same time. The audible gasp she let out when she saw you and Kenny making out made Niko turn around from beside her.
“What?” He said with his mouth full of food.
She pointed.
“Holy shi-” he began coughing on the crumbs he accidentally inhaled.
Nella glanced at Sharky who had the stupidest expression on his face. His eyebrows were furrowed but his face looked more disgusted than mad.
“Get them off eachother before Sharks sees!” Niko blurted.
“Yeah, he’s already on it.” Nella murmured, but Niko heard her.
“Fuck.”
Meanwhile you and Kenny were almost getting your clothes off. You were just beginning to slip your hand underneath his shirt when suddenly you felt yourself getting yanked backwards by your shoulders.
Everything went sort of blurry after that and the next place you found yourself at was back in the hookah room.
“What the…” you squinted, looking around.
“Nice one.” Sharky whispered behind you.
You jumped up on the spot from the scare.
“Sharky,” you said. Your tone was innocent.
“The hell was that?”
“Huh?”
“Don’t play dumb.”
“I’m nooot,” you whined drunkly.
“I tell you to stay away from me so you decide to make a move on my friend? Real mature, real mature.”
“Shut up,” your words were coming out slurred and messy “Kenny’s hot.” You grinned to yourself.
Sharky rolled his eyes.
“Whaaat? Don’t be jealous,” you shoved him playfully on the shoulder.
“I’m not.” He said seriously, despite you obviously playing around.
“You don’t actually care,” you laughed, fixing a strand of loose hair.
“Yeah, I don’t.” It didn’t sound convincing.
You tried to fix the strand of hair but it kept falling back. You sat there pulling at the strand until Sharky snapped “Fucking stop,” he made a haste move towards you, but the way he fixed your hair was plausibly delicate. You locked eyes with him. They were so dark and beautiful, you haven’t seen them this close in ages.
A sudden wave of sadness hit you as you remembered the whole situation that was happening between you and Sharky.
Your eyes filled up with tears.
“W-why are you crying?” He asked, taken aback by your quick change of mood.
“You’re mean,” you sobbed, wiping your eyes “I don’t like you.”
Sharky watched you closely.
“A-and you don’t love me, you argue with me,” you fiddled with the bottom of your dress.
Sharky wanted to remain cold but he already broke his ‘mysterious uncaring’ character after intervening in what happened on the dance floor.
He sighed as you continued to sniff in front of him.
He felt sorry for you, but also mad at you. You and Kenny? He just couldn’t understand why you did what you did.
“Hey, I’m sorry ok? Now please stop crying.”
You looked up at him with glassy eyes.
He groaned, rolling his eyes and pulling you into a hug.
It was more of an instinct for him. It felt right.
You smiled to yourself as your cheek rested on his chest. You could hear his heartbeat, smell the familiar scent of his cologne and the feeling of his fingers gently gliding up and down your bare arm made your stomach tingle.
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For that send a ship thing, I was hoping Levihan, but if you don't ship them then eremika??
(or maybe AruAni?)
Hiya!
And I definitely do ship Levihan haha xD So here goes:
{Edit: Whenever Hange is referred to as "she", please feel free to read as "them" if you prefer! I revert to using "she" by default because I've been doing it for a long time :<}
Who said “I love you” first
The way I see it, Hange probably always says "I love youuuuu" in that casual unserious kind of way - and its not just Levi who hears it, it's everyone. She needs someone to do her a task? It's a "Hey will you please do this for me, oh you will? Great, thanks I love youuuu~~"
Similarly Levi gets "I love youuuu~s" every so often when she's being annoying and needs him to put up with her rambling.
But the Real "I love you" probably comes first from Levi himself. It's hard to get him to be vulnerable with words, simply because he's a man of few words in the first place, but he says it quietly, and from his heart, taking Hange by surprise. There's no doubt he means every bit of it, and suddenly, she can't really come up with any silly joke to laugh it off.
Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background
Hange, lol. Levi looking grumpy and tired and cute, that's her wallpaper. He on the other hand, probably has a picture of the sunset (because he's secretly a sentimental man, but shhhh) with a shopping list widget stuck on the side so it's easy for him to see what he's got to do grocery runs for.
Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror
Hange. And Levi fucking hates it because by the time he's reading it, the words are getting all runny and watery and blurring off, and asking her what the fuck she wrote on the mirror only gets him a "teehee! you're so slow, levi!" in response.
Who buys the other cheesy gifts
Listen, listen. I know it's easy to say Levi would get Hange very functional and useful gifts, but the man is a soppy romantic at heart. He's the one getting her a boquet of flowers, doing her a candle-lit dinner, and maybe a box of chocolates for valentines. It's his old-school gentlemanly side kicking in every time he goes gift-shopping. Hange on the other hand? Maybe a free-hot-springs gift voucher or a pair of boxers with rainbow ducks on them for him. She's a scientist, for god's sakes, don't expect her to spend time picking out the best gifts! (Secretly he finds them all cute).
Who initiated the first kiss
It was an accident. She meant to kiss him on the cheek, he turned, and smack, there it goes on the lips. She's shocked because that wasn't what she'd planned to do, and she's worried Levi will storm off, finding it to be crossing a line they've never spoken about crossing - and Levi would be disappointed inside, because that's not how he'd planned on kissing her, carelessly and without enough emotion put in. But accident it is, and now maybe they'll finally fucking talk about that stupid line - and cross it.
Once they recover, ofc.
Who kisses the other awake in the morning
Levi. I did say he's a romantic at heart. Hange sleeps late and wakes late, she's all over the bed and drooling into her pillow, he's the one getting up early to get the coffee and breakfast going. So he gives her a kiss with a scratchy "it's morning. wake up." before heading to the bathroom (because brushing teeth and shower comes first before anything else).
Who starts tickle fights
Hange! And she always loses! Cuz she's all pomp and victory at first but she's the ticklish one, not him, so when he finds an opening and stops grumbling, it's game over for her.
Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower
Hange. Because she's running late, she's got an experiment to get started on in her lab or a lecture to give, and she's got no time to wait until Levi finishes scrubbing himself spotlessly clean. So she asks him if she can join, and is stripping before he even says yes, prancing into the steamed-up bathroom shortly after.
Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch
Levi. Because Hange forgets to eat when she's neck-deep in a lab-test or studying the results of a hypothesis. So he's there with all the food she hates, because she sucks at nutrition and whatnot, and she needs to get something in her system besides just junk. But he does have a very nice milkshake for her he thinks tastes like shit. But she loves it, and he loves her, and as long as she's polished off that broccoli piece she's trying to hide, then it's okay.
Who was nervous and shy on the first date
Levi!!! Romantic at heart, didn't I say! Is secretly worried and bothered about making sure Hange has a good time! Genuinely wants her to really enjoy the date, and make it as memorable as possible!
Not that you could tell any of this from his "fuck-this-shit-I'm-out" face.
Who kills/takes out the spiders
Levi. No spiders are taking up residence in his house. Nu uh. He doesn't want the cobwebs and spider eggs. Besides, he feels bad shooing them off or killing them. Better not to have them in the first place.
Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk
Hange. She does it even when not drunk. Need I say more?
#ask#thank you for the ask :3#tasmiaj456#levihan#headcanon#attack on titan#levi ackerman#hange zoe#hanji zoe#levi x hange#shingeki no kyojin#aot#snk
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hello!! can you please do a list of “texts that make me want to throw my phone at the wall because it gave me butterflies and idk how to deal with all of those feelings” prompts? i’ve been in a mood for teeth rotting fluff idkw haha thank youuuuu x
List of “texts which gives me mad butterflies” prompts
“Wish you were here with me :((
Sending the cutest, most wholesome meme and attaching a simple “Us” at the end. (MATE, STFU AND TAKE MY RING AND ACCEPT MY MARRIAGE PROPOSAL RIGHT NOW, I’m not even JOKING)
“You’ve got me smiling like an idiot right now, you know?”
“I miss youuu :((“
“So when do I get to see your pretty face again?”
Them sending a selfie of themselves with the caption of “;)” and the other character just going feral over the picture
Character B waking up to a long paragraph of Character A saying how much they love them
“Good morning/night, love <3”
Character B using Character A’s name/nickname in their texts in a playful manner (Just fucking take my SOUL already, this shit makes me melt every time!)
Instead of a text, Character A receives a voice message from Character B and it’s the cutest shit ever. Bonus points if it’s a voice message after they just woke up, and their voice is a lil’ raspy and UGH.
“Can’t stop thinking about you <33”
Character B taking a picture of something, sending it to Character A and adding “this reminded me of you!” or “Saw this and thought of you <3” (could either be something funny or cute or alludes to inside joke of theirs — the possibilities are endless)
Messages where they’re asking how each other’s day has been. It’s so simple but SO sweet.
“I don’t know if you know this, and if you weren’t already aware… I’M SO IN LOVE WITH YOUUUU <333” (bonus: the other character replying “Bubba, trust me, I know”)
“I WANNA SEE YOU AGAINNN AAHHH” “we literally just parted ways” “i know but i already miss youuu :((“ (as much as I say I don’t like clinginess, THIS TYPE OF ENERGY IS SOMETHING I WANT)
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Hey Shakoo!! 🫶🏼✨
Mel here!! :D I was wondering if you perhaps have any tips on backgrounds?? I gotta do backgrounds for something important coming' up in my blog then realized... "Oh crap. I don't know how to draw backgrounds!! 😀"
Thank youuuuu!! <3
HIIII‼️ Moony, sorry for barely answering, but when i read your question iknew i had to answer it as detailed as possible jdksjsk soo well here it is, i made some notes!! i hope they help youu and if you can't read something because of my bad handwriting just tell me
i also apologize if there are errors in the writing, but as you know, english is not my first language TwTT
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a somewhat strange tip that i can give you too is to notice how things work around you as well as the environment, like one thing that i usualy do very often is take photos of landscapes, since for example when i want to paint the sky , i can use them as a reference jsksjsk
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two things i can mention the first is about being careful with saturating the backgrounds with details((?sometimes it will take you a long time to make them and they won't even be visible in the final drawing😔 and the other thing that i can mention but that is more of a personal taste is that you can leave things in a mess aand what do i mean by that??? well, let the brush strokes be seen, and there be no lineart in the background i feel like that gives a lot of life to a drawing
im still struggling to achieve that because uhhhm sometimes i go over details and saturate my drawings with many things, when i want to go for a simpler path JAJAJAJ since I LOVE how the lines look in the conceptual art or in drawings like that in general jjejej BUT that is up to your personal decision of!!
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i also have a couple of speedpaints here that maybe can help youuuu
and that's all (i think) maybe i didn't know how to explain it well or something like that but i tried jsjsks and i hope that as i already said this helps you Moonyy!!!! btw i've seen your blog AND IT'S GOING EXCELLENT, so i want to see how everything will develop >:3

#moonymelly#onceler#ask#question#questions#if you dont understand something don't hesitate and tell me ^^#Thanks again for asking#im happy to help with this
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