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dawnicaltarot · 3 days ago

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𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃: 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐍... 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 (a mini pac with ten piles and moodboard for each)

for feminine audiences and people who describe themselves as one. all of the piles refer to pronouns; he, his and him. the pac share two titles: your taste in men and the man you will share your last name with. you can choose two piles at a time. for entertainment purposes only and don't take it with all of your heart. ♡ ⌗ happy pride month 𓏵 🧜🏻‍♀️💐🌈 ꒰𐔌

ִ ࣪𖤐 𝓟ile one

❝ 𝒯 he lonely gamer ❞

if PewDiePie has other siblings in another universe in the gaming platform it's probably him. he can be an ace in gaming but he chose to be humble and hide behind his computer. he may struggle a lot with his problems and may be afraid to deal with them. he can be a drinker especially when the stress cannot be hold anymore and his emotional turmoil seeking a help from someone. he prefer to drink and go alone rather than seeking advices from his friends and family, he is afraid of negative judgement. he is friendly- he is the type of individual that you can get along with immediately. he is a people person. late night deep conversations and walks is his thing. he is reliable especially in case of emergency. he is a big fan of movie. he has a deep love for animals. he used to be sad and depressed fella but now he is starting to change himself into more cheerful and someone who is seizing the moment than let it slip away from his hand. it's sad to say but this person has been through a lot in his life especially in his young age era. i don't think of him, trusting others that easily rather he is calculating and observing deeply before having a mark impression. he think that people in his life before used to dislike him because the way he acting is so authentic and they may viewed him as someone who is faking his personality but little these people know that's his real characteristics. that's gives him an idea of being alone is good at all, it's giving so much peace and safe feeling into his soul. these new tactics take himself a strange and high power at this stage of his life. thus, i don't think he like to share his ideas, goals and opinion much with others because it's a trauma from his past as someone being ignored. sometimes he become snob, moody and bitter especially when he can't handle professionally his emotions and actions. he frequently want to avoids the harsh things of life and this makes him as someone who has a strong personality in his own world and stage; behind his computer room.

𓏵 group one moodboard: view here.

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ִ ࣪𖤐 𝓟ile two

❝ 𝒯 he mysterious guy ❞

it's giving me the lead character (sakamoto) from the anime that i currently watched. this person has an unflappable guise. your person has a strong reluctance to contempt and hatred yet he may appear cool, cold and ruthless but inside he is goofy and kind-hearted. you may frequently see this person in simple and plain color of clothing. he prefer smirking than smiling. he is not usually a fan of public display of affection (pda) rather he prefer privacy and confidentiality but this won't be mean, he would deny his partner with his social interactions. showing affection? he is into physical touch like kisses and hugs. this is the type of lover who can be your partner in crime especially when you were craving something at 3 am in the morning. he prefers nights than days— you may often experience late night hangouts or late night drives with him otherwise he can be a night owl. he gets what he desire; high status? check. mysterious and intriguing family? check. material resources? check. most of everything that each individual ideal and wants, he gets it. he is the epitome of intelligent and perfection. another description of himself? elegance✨. also, he uses his calculative and objective insights and actions especially when he feels the harm and danger from someone else. you may meet this person through online like dating sites and apps or when someone is spreading awareness. well it seems like... this person where looking for companionship online or should i say a friend to lean on and accidentally you meet them and share the same interests. at that time, he may feel losing himself and don't know how to deal with the painful consequences of life. he wanted to escape the reality. he may be a victim of bully during his school days. he desire the all aspects and opportunities in life. he have a powerful spirit in him, probably someone who uses their weakness to become great.

𓏵 group two moodboard: view here.

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ִ ࣪𖤐 𝓟ile three

❝ 𝒯 he good guy ❞

he is a combination of the song— "style" by taylor swift and "bmf" by sza. drop-dead gorgeous, hunky and tall. he is usually a simple man with a simple dream. he got nice and beautiful smile. his love language is more into action than words. he is family centered man, loved ones comes first for him than anybody else. you may often notice him as someone who is confident but never be a cocky. in relationship, i can assure he is really committed, faithful and respectful towards his lover. this is a type of man, who will look at you with so much adoration when you are speaking and spilling tea to him. he is casually a humble and a good listener as partner to his lover. if something feels not right or someone is talking bad into his loved ones especially when he is around, he likely fight back. he is thrifty person that has a good bargaining and humor skills. he is a people person, a well mannered and a solid supporter. perhaps, sometimes he feels he receive lack of support and motivation from others. he may see the world as unfair especially with those people who are deprive by the society. he needs people validation sounds like a leo person to me. despite the idea of him feeling unmotivated i can say that this person accomplish many things in his life. he may a deep love for children especially when he got niece- the bond between two human are strong. he may have a great reputation in his neighborhood, people think he is easy to approach and is friendly with others. i see a lot of people look high up and admire this person a lot, he is very fortunate individual.

𓏵 group three moodboard: view here.

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ִ ࣪𖤐 𝓟ile four

❝ 𝒯 he talented guy ❞

ohh, city boy- he got a deep love for the city maybe he thinks this is where his dreams can come true. he is a singer and a music lover. he knows how to play instruments like guitar and drums. he is into RnB music. he may love rapping and may love watching rap and dance battles. also, he is got more friends in opposite gender. people find him as someone who is caring and fun. he is honest and loves to work hard. talking shit about him? he can shut your mouth with their kind words. he can lead a group of people. he defines his childhood as bad memories as he may suffer a lot during his younger years of his life, this is maybe because he may feel humiliated from a group of guys or worse, from his own family. he still figuring out how to escape with this traumatic event of his life. it's keep haunting him that lead him thinking and questioning who is he really for real? he makes others happy and laugh but how about himself? however anytime now, i can see that he may change for the better to finally move on with this phase. he will manage to escape with this traumatic event of his life, little by little where a talented man will come out. he may want to work in social welfare and is passionate in changing humanity. what is the hottest thing this person may have? is that you can learn a lot from him.

𓏵 group four moodboard: view here.

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ִ ࣪𖤐 𝓟ile five

warning: there's a part that is meant for adults. read at your own risk.

❝ 𝒯 he countryside guy ❞

this is giving me a mood of "whew! that boy grew up hot, puberty hits differently". he is both sweet and destructive. i perceive this person as someone who is gentle man but do fuck hard in bed😭. it's giving me "daddy" vibes in the bedroom. he may have an appearance of voluptuous, sultry and hot. well in other days, he appear like an art in a museum— fascinated and captivating. while, with his lover? he is protective and territorial. i think your person is someone who is independent, hard working and well-mannered. definitely, a real catch. he is very committed to his family and may spend his summer days in his grandparents house, someone who helps to harvest wheat. there's no doubt he is grandparents "kid", this made him appreciate vintages and old cars. to some people he is shy and reserved otherwise he is quite romantic and romantize the word "love" a lot. he is the type of partner who wanted commitment immediately as i said he is territorial. if you need someone who can fix your sink, you can rely and call him. he is always willing to be at your service anytime of the day. i think this is a love story of friends that turns into lovers. it can be this is someone who you knew for a very long time like a childhood friend. thus, i can sense that he may suffered from pain, regrets and dissatisfaction in life that causing him to treat himself in a hard way. if something bothers him, this makes him focus on negative situation than to look for the solution. this group is little the same with group four like he wanted to heard and seen. he is a trusted employee in his workplace.

𓏵 group five moodboard: view here.

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ִ ࣪𖤐 𝓟ile six

❝ 𝒯 he fashionable and aesthetic guy ❞

this is a party of people. this is someone who likes to keep up with the trends, it keeps me feeling that if they are unable to run with it, they will feel left out. i sense that he is an extrovert, may have different group of friends but i can't totally say they were all good for him because some are bad influence. he prefer to look online about what's trending today's, getting inspired by different influencers. he may think that when going out to the is another day for him, to show off his style and aesthetic. he may love and may have collection of different accessories. he is very confident man, he likes to use his creativity and imagination to create something special. sometimes he is becoming to much open with his emotions that people perceive him as someone who is sensitive. he interested in learning and growing. he can be workaholic if needed, he can't sleep without finishing all of his undone works. he is attracted with people who can support, motivate and share the same interests and passion with him. your person is romantic to the bone and is a joyful individual. he may have a beautiful and galactic eyes that people may notice a lot with his physical appearance. in decision making, he rely more with his guys and instinct feeling. he may be working in the field like hospitality and tourism. he is a detailed oriented person and can be a perfectionist too. you may meet them through work or in a university.

𓏵 group six moodboard: view here.

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ִ ࣪𖤐 𝓟ile seven

❝ 𝒯 he intelligent and bookworm guy ❞

this person is giving me a feeling of warm breeze, the feeling of the sun hitting your face when you wake up in the morning and the feeling you have just finished the school exam. it's really giving me a mood being hugged by a cozy warm blanket in a heavy rain while reading your beloved book and drinking your favorite chocolate drink. he is usually open-minded, likes to discover new and strange things. he is like a walking teddy bear, his hugs brings comfort. thus, i can say he is a early bird person like morning walks is his thing. this person is giving me a vibes of a person who enjoys nature- laying under a tree and watching the clouds. going picnic and relax. he spend most of his time with greenery places. i can't say he is a people please but he really take it serious of someone else feelings and thoughts. he is a type of person who felt that bookstore and library was heaven it was a plus points for him if a cafe have different kind of books to offer to their customers. he is a geek and an observer. life is not easy for him as he is unable to relax due to all of his problems especially in his romance life. he thinks no want will ever choose or love a brainiac like him this made him as someone who always keep himself busy. otherwise, he longing for long night sleeps and a relationship that is harmonious. he is very practical individual. i can say one of his hobby is to fix and decorate his home, i even figuring this person creating his own channel about that. he is an ideal husband and parent- he love to take care and provide for his spouse and family. your person has a big heart, really generous and thoughtful and compassionate with everything especially his cooking skills. this is a type of a guy who can make his surroundings lovely.

𓏵 group seven moodboard: view here.

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ִ ࣪𖤐 𝓟ile eight

❝ 𝒯 he sweet talker guy ❞

here, you go. the lover boy of all. flirty smile? check. suave moves? check. cringe and irresistible pick-up lines? a huge check. he is a quick wit and so clever person. perhaps, he may work young or should i say someone who is looking for summer jobs to earn and in summary, someone who spends his childhood learning "how to earn". and now, he still uses those skills he has learned until his old age. he is reminding me of like a cool spy and a mysterious detective. he got a curiosity and thirsty for knowledge, this can make him work in a career like communication field. people often view him as someone who have unpredictable and unusual traits or personality. he inherited something great from a male energy in his life. i can say he got it all. he prefer to share his earnings with his family. he love to stay at home, feeling cozy and relaxing. he may have a deep love for the movies like action, horror and thriller. it can be you may meet through online platforms. he is sweet and innocent as candy but doesn't have a dancing skills. he is an animal lover. he can be silly and makes others feel comfortable when he is around. he prefer old songs than the new ones. people often call him "handsome". visiting other town and road tripping is his thing.

𓏵 group eight moodboard: view here.

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ִ ࣪𖤐 𝓟ile nine

❝ 𝒯 he crazy and funny guy ❞

this is someone who likes to overspend his money. reason? he doesn't quite appreciate the word "savings". this person is reminding me of jim carrey in his younger years— someone who is playful and has funny facial expressions. while, when it comes to material resources i can say he is a little bit greedy about it, he wants and may even wish to have all the lavishly in the world. for a little amount of energy, i'm getting that this person is still a student. thus, your person may love learning. this person may have a bitter and lovely childhood. he may live in countries like european, norway, switzerland, united states, canada, australia, new zealand or any places where winter is prominent. one of his hobby is to stalk people online and investigate their private and know their secrets. i can even call this person as a human disaster, someone who likes to ruin someone's reputation but not all the time only those people he thinks harmful to someone else life and reputation. he may often using his creepy smile to scare others and what worse just for his fun like your boy is a prankster😭. but i assure you once this person fell in love, they give everything as in— entertain you and makes you laugh. he wants to see the better version of yourself when you are with them.

𓏵 group nine moodboard: view here.

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ִ ࣪𖤐 𝓟ile ten

❝ 𝒯 he manipulative and golden liar guy ❞

he can be a popstar or an idol because he has a fantastic singing voice. he may have a raspy or low voice he may be a volunteer in a charity or someone who is promoting protection for underdogs people in the society. i can even call this guy as a bad genius, he uses his skills and knowledge to manipulate reputable people in order to help people who live in silver lining. generosity that comes from lying and manipulation tactics, hidden motives is to earn in order to help those who he thinks really needed it. he is loud and talkative especially to children, he wanted to provide a safe shelter and good clothes and healthy foods for homeless and stray animals, if he is unable to provide he likely sabotage himself and downgrade it. he don't usually don't give a fuck and not listen to anybody. in his own world? he is the king. the master that no one can tame. in relationships, he is possessive and territorial. he may have different art styles of tattoo on his body, it's giving me a mafia boss. in other terms, a bad boy. old photography and history is his things. he is the type of person who can stick with their wordings like says one thing but acts completely different😅. he don't usually like studying and school, he is the type of boys in the back that prefer to sleep, disrespectful the teachers and likes to cutting classes— see a very typical bad boy student. you may often see this person in places like nightclubs, festivals or raves.

𓏵 group ten moodboard: view here.

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scoobywrites690 · 3 days ago

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Simons favourite Cam Girl pt2

As I’m writing this we are 100 followers away from 1k followers and I’m so excited! I’ve gotta think of what to do for a 1k special. If anyone has any ideas feel free to let me know. Also what do we think of the account revamp? This piece is so fucking long it’s like 2k words but I love it so much. Part one here

cw: blow job, toys, penetration, cream pie, pussy eating

Even though you earnt a living by exposing yourself to a live audience every night, doesn’t mean you actually know what you’re doing when it comes to having any form of sexual relations with a man. Yes, you’ve slept with a handful of men. But that’s it, so when you offered your favorite and most loyal viewer an offer, you weren’t actually expecting him to agree.

Yet here you stand face to face with the man who’s supported you right from the beginning of your career. He’s not entirely what you expected, and in all honesty you were expecting some low life loser who lives in their parents basement, which you can now confirm is the complete opposite of the man that you now know as Simon.

He’s absolutely massive compared to you, in every possible way. He towers over you, dwarfing your entire frame just by standing next to you. His arms are thick and fat with muscle to the point that he doesn’t even need to flex for you to be able to see them, his chest so broad and wide that you’d completely disappear if he stood in front of you.

You had never seen a man so big, which had you questioning if you were ready to take on a man of his size. But it’s too late to back out now.

“Listen, there's something I need to make clear before we start.” You state, twiddling your thumbs as you find yourself intimidated at the man that stands before you.

“Anything, doll.” He says, his voice thick and rough.

“I’ve only ever been with a couple of guys. So, I'm not actually a hundred percent sure on what to do.” You admit, looking up to meet his lingering gaze. Scanning his features for any shock or disappointment. As most people would expect a cam girl to have plenty of experience.

“Don’t you worry, luv. I’ll guide ya.” He says, cupping your face with his giant hands. His hands are rough and hard against your cheeks.

“You sure you still wanna do this?” You ask.

“Of course, I’ve been dreaming of this day since I first discovered you.” He remarks, his voice filled with such joy and happiness that you could have sworn there was a twinkle in his eyes.

“Okay then, I wasn’t sure if you’d want your face being shown. So I went and grabbed this.” You say as you fish out the mask you brought this morning. It’s not much just a skull mask that comes down over his nose, but it’ll hide any recognizable features if he wants them hidden.

“I didn’t think about that, thank you.” He says, taking the mask from your hand before securing it over his head making sure it’s nice and snug to avoid it slipping down.

“Okay you ready?” You ask once the mask is secure.

“Go ahead.” He says, taking a seat on the bed behind you as you start up the live. Your webcam flickers on as the view of yourself soon fills up your screen, it doesn’t take long before the live chat starts filling up with people all greeting you as they enter.

“Hello everyone!” You exclaim, waving at the camera whilst flashing them a smile.

“I’ve got a little treat in store for you all tonight.” You remark as you watch the chat load comment after comment of people expressing their curiosity. Rolling your chair to the side a bit you reveal the hulking form of Simon sitting on the bed, looking every bit intimidating with his mask on.

“I invited a very special viewer to join me today! He’s a long time subscriber and a trusted one at that, so I thought he deserved a reward for being so loyal.” You explain.

“I won't make you guys wait any longer though.” You state with a chuckle before making your way over to Simon, his hands reaching out to wrap around your waist the minute you are close enough. Dragging you towards him and hoisting you up into his lap your thighs on either side as you straddle the mammoth of a man.

His lips meet yours, soft and warm as they press together before his tongue darts out to meet yours, in a sloppy tangled mess. Locking your arms around his neck, your fingers tugging on the short blonde hair at the nape of his neck as you slowly roll your hips grinding yourself against him. A growl like moan rubbles from inside Simon as his hands on your hips help to move you against him.

“I feel like I’m gonna fuckin’ burst, doll.” He states pulling away from you, his eyes blown with lust as he rakes his eyes over your body.

“Where’s that toy from last time?” He asks.

“In that box over there.” You state pointing towards the plastic box that sits in the corner.

Lifting you up and placing you on the bed Simon heads towards the box, removing the lid in search of the fake cock from your previous live stream. It looks nowhere near as big in Simon’s hands compared to when it was in yours, making the struggle that you had using it seem ridiculous and maybe even fake.

“Open wide for me, dollface. We gotta get you prepped.” He asks, standing in front of you.

“I-I um..I’m not actually very good at doing that.” You admit, your cheeks flushing as embarrassment washes through your body.

“What? Sucking a dick.” He asks, earning him a nod in response as you meet his gaze.

“I’ve not had a lot of practice.” You say as you twiddle your fingers in your lap.

“S’alright don't worry yourself. I’ll help ya.” He says before dazzling you with a comforting smile.

“Now open wide. Tongue out. Nice and flat. Like you’re begging for it.” He gruffs gripping ahold of your jaw. Opening your mouth nice and wide sticking your tongue like he asked has Simon groaning at the sight of you sitting so pretty in front of him, as he slides the silicone cock against your extended tongue.

Pushing it back Simon watches as the fake cock fills your mouth, lips thinning as you wrap them around the girth. Dragging it back out watching as your saliva coats the surface just to slide it back in again.

“Can I go deeper?” He asks as he works it in and out. Nodding in response has Simon pumping the fake cock just that little bit deeper.

“Suck for me, but no teeth. Nice and wide just like that.” He demands as he watches you hollow your cheeks.

“Fuck me, I could blown in my jeans just at the sight of you. So fuckin’ beautiful.” He groans as he works the fake cock deeper down your throat, but taking enough care so you don't choke around it. Saliva coats your lips as he pulls the cock out a string of it stretching between you and the toy before he’s pushing it back in.

“You’re doing so well.” He coos running his fingers through your hair making sure to keep it out of the way.

You can’t help but whimper out at the praise, as you stare up into his piercing gaze. Reaching for his hips you bracing yourself against him, letting your wandering hands roam the expanse of his body. Before palming over his rock-hard cock.

Using both hands you begin tugging at his waistband fumbling with his belt before yanking his jeans down just enough to allow access to his aching cock. Reaching in and pulling it free from the confinements of his boxers. Staring at him as you work your hand up and down his length, with his hips bucking forward in response.

“Fuck!” He exclaims. Pulling the fake cock free from your mouth and throwing it aside before reaching down to lift you. Throwing you further onto the bed.

“Spread those legs. Lemme see that pretty pussy, baby.” He says from where he stands at the edge of the bed still, removing the jeans that sit at his ankles. Dropping your thighs apart, nice and wide you let him marvel in the sight of your soaked panties.

“Well isn’t that just the prettiest sight.” He remarks tugging his cock, before crawling towards you. Gripping a hold of the flimsy lace that covers you tearing it clean in half.

Hooking his arms under your thighs spreading you nice and wide before burying his head between your thighs. His tongue is soft and silky as he licks up your slit flicking hard when he meets your clit, that you can’t help but arch up off the bed.

“Mhm you like that.” He murmurs against you before draping your thighs over his shoulders. Going in for another taste he laps at your slick, sliding his tongue between your folds before sucking your clit into his mouth.

“God, yes!” You moan as you squeeze your thighs around his head.

Simon slipping a finger inside of you has you groaning out as you grind your hips against his face.

“Do you want another one? Get you nice and ready for my cock, mhm?” He asks, dragging his eyes up to meet yours.

“Yes!” You nod, frantically as your claw at the sheets beneath you.

And he does just that, slipping another finger inside your sopping core pumping them nice and fast in and out of you as he sucks at your clit.

“Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.” You curse.

“Cum for me, baby. All over my face, give it to me.” He demands. Your body jerks as your muscles spasm, clenching around his fingers before releasing all over him. Simon laps at your pussy, licking up every drop of cum he can get before sucking your release off his own fingers.

“Fuck me.” You pant, chest heaving as you lay there in the middle of the bed.

“You like that?” He smirks, knowing damn well he just made you cum harder than any toy has been able to.

“You okay?” He chuckles, grabbing ahold of your hands and pulling you up onto your knees.

“Yeah, j-just gimme a second.” You pant, as he positions you at the end of the bed again.

“Here, wanna have a proper go?” He asks as he tugs at his cock, his tip throbbing as it drips pre cum. And you can't help but nod eagerly at the opportunity.

“Take it. With both hands. Get it nice and wet for me.” He says aligning his tip against your lips. The taste of the salty pre cum coats your lips like gloss. Your tongue darts out lapping at the liquid. Slipping your lips down over his swollen tip, you let yourself feel every ridge and vein as you glide across them with your tongue.

“Fuck. That’s it, doll. A bit deeper f’me” He coaxes.

Pulling more of him into your mouth the same way he did with the fake cock earlier, you let his length fill your mouth and the noises of pleasure that slip past his lips has your pussy getting wetter and wetter, dripping with arousal.

“Fuckin’ hell.” He moans. His hands gripping at your hair before pulling you off of his cock.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, worry flooding your system at the thought of doing something wrong.

“Nothing, luv. I’m gonna end up blowing down your throat if you keep it up. And that’s not where I want it.” He says as he cups your cheek, rubbing his thumb across the expanse of your cheek before planting a kiss to your forehead.

“How do you feel about sitting on me cock, baby?” He asks.

“I think I can do that.” You answer.

“Just say if you don’t wanna, alright?” He says whilst propping himself up against the head board.

“Okay.” You nod before straddling him, his massive hands coming down to grip your waist.

“Nice and slow, okay.” He says as he helps you position yourself above his cock. Splaying your hands across his chest you inch yourself backwards aligning yourself with his tip.

Your legs straining as you lower yourself down, his tip hitting against your entrance has you stifling a moan as you sink yourself down onto him. Slowly each inch disappears inside of you stretching your tight little pussy around his massive cock. He’s so fucking thick that you find yourself letting out a whimper as he rubs against your walls.

“I feel so full.” You groan, earning you a chuckle in response as you work the last few inches inside of you.

“You look so beautiful right now, doll face.” He says, releasing his grip on your waist to pull your tits free of the lace bra that you’ve still got on.

“Fuck me. Look at these beauties." He remarks, squeezing at the fat of your breasts before wrapping his mouth around your rock hard nipple.

“Fuck!” You moan as you slide the last inch of his cock inside of you, your pussy flush with his pelvis.

“How do you feel?” He asks releasing your nipple from his mouth with a pop.

“So fucking good.” You groan “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good.” You state.

Simon chuckles at your statement before planting a firm grip to your waist.

“Come on then. Move these hips, baby.” He says, giving you a slight tap to the ass before beginning to lift you upwards. The feel of his cock dragging against your walls has your eyes rolling back as you bounce yourself up and down his length. Rocking yourself backwards and forward has your clit brushing up against him causing you to squirm and clench around him.

You can't help but pant out curse after curse as you swivel your hips on top of him.

“Atta girl. Ride me.” He groans, folding his arms behind his head so he can marvel in your beauty.

Sweat coats your skin as you grip and claw at the skin of his chest, every part of your body trembles as you force yourself to keep going.

“You gonna cum for me?” He asks.

“Yes. God yes!” You moan, your hands coming up to play with your own nipples as you bounce back onto his cock.

“That’s it. Give it to me, baby.” He coos. His hands coming back to your waist to help you rock yourself back against him. His cock fills you to the brim as you clench down around him, your body shaking with the intensity of your approaching orgasm.

“Fuck, baby.” Simon groans as he slams you down onto his cock, holding you in place as he releases inside of you, rope after rope of thick pearly cum coats your walls as you milk him dry.

“Fuck.” You pant, rolling yourself off of him and onto the bed.

“You okay?” Simon asks, propping himself up on his elbows to look at you.

“I’m so good right now.” You state, as a smile tugs at the corner of your lips.

“That’s good.” He says smirking, before placing a kiss against your lips. Soft and gentle before pulling away, to get up.

Walking towards the webcam, Simon takes a quick glance at the live chat, that’s flooding in message after message.

“I can see you all enjoyed that, very much.” He chuckles.

But I’ve gotta go take care of her now.” He says before switching the camera off, not even bothering to say goodbye before he's turning back towards where you lay, taking the mask off.

“Let's get you cleaned up, aye.” He says, scooping you up off the bed and walking you towards the bathroom. Where he perches you on the counter so he can start running the bath.

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kiiwiola · 2 days ago

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◟ DOG ATTACK

──────── What was meant to be a quiet walk in the park turns into an unexpected meet-cute when Y/N gets knocked to the ground by a dog with too much enthusiasm and not enough brakes. As Cooper the dog plants himself in Y/N’s lap like he’s found his soulmate, sparks start flying between the two girls. 711 WC

❪ CONTAINS ❫ Excessive fluff, Minor physical contact (dog tackle, hand-holding), Very soft flirting, very short

Idk I just came up with this 😭 planning on releasing a long fic and remaking some of my smau’s starting with a cup of your heart, will try to do all the profiles and contacts as soon as possible!!

You weren’t even supposed to be at the park today.

Your whole afternoon plan revolved around iced coffee, noise-canceling earbuds, and absolutely no human interaction. But life or fate, or maybe just karma after you ignored your mom’s call this morning had other ideas.

Because one second, you're walking peacefully along the trail, and the next—

”OH MY GOD—"

A Thud. You’re on the ground. Flat. Dazed. With something warm, heavy, and extremely enthusiastic sitting on your chest.

An Italian greyhound is panting happily over you, tail wagging like a metronome on caffeine, tongue halfway to licking your entire face. You barely manage to sit up when the dog lets out a joyous bark and throws a paw onto your lap.

“Well,” you mutter, blinking. “This is how I die.”

“Cooper, no!” a voice yells in the distance.

You blink again.

Cooper?

Footsteps thud against the gravel, quick and light. And then she appears, slightly out of breath, hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, cheeks flushed from running.

And holy hell, she’s beautiful.

“I'm so sorry, he’s still learning not to treat people like bowling pins..are you okay?”

You nod, though you’re definitely still processing her existence more than her words.

She crouches beside you, placing a hand gently on your arm. Her fingers are warm.

“You sure?” she asks again, brow furrowed with genuine concern.

“Yeah,” you say, exhaling. “Just slightly emotionally betrayed by gravity. And Cooper.”

At that, she laughs, a soft, breathy sound that makes your chest flutter. “You’re funny. Most people just cry or yell.”

You glance down at the dog, still happily sprawled in your lap like he’s chosen you as his new mom. “He’s forgiven. He has soft ears.”

“Right? He uses them to get away with everything.”

You both watch him for a second. Then she adds, “I’m Giselle, by the way. Or Gigi..if you’re not mad about the whole being-tackled part.”

You shake your head, smiling up at her. “Y/N. Not mad. I’ve been tackled worse.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Oh? Professional athlete or chaotic energy magnet?”

You smirk. “The second one. Definitely.”

Giselle grins back, and the air between you lightens like it’s suddenly full of summer and possibilities.

“Well, Y/N the chaotic energy magnet, I owe you a coffee or a cookie or something for the unprovoked dog attack.”

You’re still sitting on the ground Coopet clearly has no intention of letting you go and Giselle’s standing now, offering you a hand to help you up. You reach out and take it, and there’s a pleasant jolt when your fingers meet.

She pulls you to your feet easily, and you stumble slightly, bumping into her shoulder. She's a little taller up close not towering, but just enough to feel it and the way she steadies you with a light hand on your elbow sends your heart into a full gymnastics routine.

“…Sorry,” you say quickly, cheeks warming. “Not used to being vertical after being flattened by joy.”

“That’s fair,” Giselle says, and you can’t tell if she’s trying not to laugh or if she’s just genuinely amused by you. Either way, she’s still holding your hand.

Neither of you lets go.

Cooper lets out a low woof like he's approving of this entire situation.

“Okay, but,” she says, biting back a grin. “If my dog already loves you this much, I feel like I should at least get your number. You know… to supervise future cuddles.”

You blink. Then smile.

“Supervise, huh?”

Giselle shrugs, playfully smug. “Strict protocols. Safety first.”

“Well then,” you say, tugging your phone from your pocket, “better make it official.”

She beams as you hand it to her, and something about the way she types her number in confidently, without hesitation makes your heart race in a really annoying, exciting way.

“I promise,” she says, handing your phone back, “next time we meet, I’ll let you stay upright.”

“No promises,” you say, smiling. “I might let Cooper tackle me again just to see you run like that.”

She laughs again bright and unguarded and you think, maybe it was a good thing you came to the park after all.

Especially if fate throws her at you next time instead of the dog.

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rotapathetic · 2 days ago

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˒ 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 .ᐟ 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄 ┆ 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐫 𖢖

pathetic introduction

once again, you had invited rafe over to hang out. he was surprised you wanted to be around him so often. but since cutting off your friend for being rude to him, he’s kind of the only person you really trust now. nevermind you’re so unaware you’re putting your trust into the wrong person.

rafe liked fiddling with the things in your room. when you noticed him messing with your trinket dish, you explained to him that it’s come so in handy for placing jewelry or little things you would otherwise leave on the desk.

rafe nodded, taking in your words. and taking one of your rings. you wouldn’t miss this one, you had another that was pretty identical.

he was slipping it into his pocket discretely when your bell rang. rafe’s ear perked up. who’s visiting you? did you invite someone else after inviting him? was his company not enough?

“i think i have a feeling what that could be. . i’ll be right back.” you slid off your bed, making your way to your front door.

who is it? this had to be someone familiar, given what you said. should rafe leave? he wouldn’t know what to do if he had to be in a room with you and another guy. rafe slowed his thoughts. maybe it’s a new girl friend. rafe knew you didn’t talk to too many people since leaving your last friend. sure, you had some interactions on social media, but that’s online. rafe is in person. he’s the only person you have. he would love it if it stayed that way.

as you treaded up the stairs, back into your room, rafe took a double take at what you held in your hands. you sighed, lips slightly twisting. “another one.”

rafe rose a brow. “those are. . nice. what’re they for?” and would the person who sent them like to know what cuts deeper than a thorn?

you shrugged, placing the flowers on the desk by rafe. his finger twitched to grab them and toss them across the room. “i think someone is like. . admiring me? maybe?” you giggled out. rafe didn’t find it funny. “it might sound silly, but someone left me a letter the other day, dotting on how beautiful i am. it’s a really sweet gesture, just. .”

rafe tore his eyes from the flowers to look to you when you paused. “just what? creepy? dangerous?” rafe tacked on a smile to show he wasn’t being serious. but he was.

you let out a little laugh. “maybe?” you titled your head. “well, not creepy. just. . i would love to know who it is.”

rafe would too. how much longer could he sit with those flowers in front of him, he’s unsure. the skin of his thumb was between his teeth before he realized. what if the anonymous sender revealed themselves and you end up liking them? liking them more than rafe.

but no one could appreciate you more than rafe does. he’s yours and you don’t even know it. does he have to drill it into his skin with ink? he adores you.

honestly, who even sends anonymous bullcrap anymore. can’t they be brave and show themselves? rafe didn’t let himself think about how that could’ve been him if you hadn’t talked to him first that day. but it’s different. they’re not rafe.

so they don’t get to send you flowers. they don’t deserve to put a smile on your face that they can’t even see. but rafe has to sit and watch it. watch your face glow with a smile that he didn’t put on it. how dare they? what rafe would give to be the one that makes you happy. the scratches he would endure from his own nails if you asked. the wounds he would proudly show if you wanted him to. what screams admiration louder than eliciting your own pain for someone?

metallic fell onto his tongue and he finally pulled his finger away. gosh, his bandaids were running quickly. he wiped the moisture on his tattered jeans as you were distracted, picking up the flowers. you turned them this way and that.

“what do you think?” you asked rafe. “they’re pretty, but. . should i give this person attention?” you hoped he would say no. that he would hint he doesn’t want you giving someone else attention. sure, things were going fine between you two and maybe you were teetering on more than just friends. but neither of you have yet had the courage to say anything.

rafe’s eye twitched. he sat up in your desk chair, fingers entangling on his lap. “uh. .” should he drop to his knees and beg you not to engage with this person and focus on him instead? is that too much? rafe titled his head. yeah, that’s a wee bit much.

he shrugged. “whatever you feel comfortable doing.” he peeked up at you through his lashes. please understand that means no.

it was a vague answer. but it wasn’t a yes. it was all you needed. “yeah. . i won’t. hopefully, the gifts will stop? i feel mean, but. . they’re not really who i’m interested in.” you dug the toes of your shoe into the floor shyly. there. that should give rafe a hint.

rafe in question groaned internally as he smiled, nodding his head. another guy? why must you put so many innocent people in his line of sight?

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cherspastries · 2 days ago

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Okay, but here's another question... What jobs do you think the drivers would have of they weren't a driver? Or what they would major in? (loved the story btw!! :))

YOU DON’T GET WHAT YOU WISH FOR,

YOU GET WHAT YOU WORK FOR.

WORK FOR IT

2025 Grid x Reader

SUMMARY 𐙚 What jobs I think the drivers would have if they weren’t in F1. Part 1, where I talk about the reader’s job, is here! I will be referencing this so I advise reading it first.

WARNINGS 𐙚 N/A!

WORD COUNT 𐙚 2.9K

A/N 𐙚 It was really hard to decide for all of these guys. Some of them do have doubles because I couldn’t think of anything else 😬 Maybe a university AU with some of the younger drivers is needed now. Love ♥︎ Cher

DIRECTORY | MASTERLIST | REQUESTS: OPEN

RedBull ෆ

Max Verstappen

Motorsports

Unfortunately I’m a firm believer that if it’s not F1 for Max Verstappen, it’s gonna be a different motorsport. He has racing so deeply imbedded in his soul that I just can’t imagine him doing anything else. I also think that he could potentially be a streamer in another universe, but I think he’s a racer first. Imagine MotoGP Max, or maybe even Nascar Max. He loves the thrill and that’s not something he’ll abandon. So, if he doesn’t make it to F1, there’s lots of other options for this boy.

Let’s go with MotoGP. Imagine the badass pairing of a bartender and a motorcyclist. It’s quite literally a match made in heaven. Bonus points if the reader also rides motorcycles, so they can go out on adventures together. Or, if that’s not your style, he loves to have you ride on the back with your arms around his waist and all.

Yuki Tsunoda

Chef

This guy loves his food, which leads me to believe that culinary school is in his alternative future. I think Yuki could live it up as a chef that experiments with food from all corners of the world— Except America. He refuses to partake in the oily food from America, as we’ve all learned.

And hey, a chef and a seamstress isn’t exactly the expected duo, but it could work. Maybe you’re the one making the uniforms for his restaurant, and designing the logos and such. Even if he’s just in the kitchen working his magic, he still needs to look good to represent his business! It works, okay?

Mercedes ෆ

George Russell

Politician

There was a video where drivers made up what another driver would do if not F1, and a lot of people suggested George was a politician, and I 100% agree. While he said he’d be a farmer, I think he has a talent that shouldn’t go to waste. He’s a very convincing fellow that has a knack for following the rules and maybe even being a bit bossy. He exudes the vibes of someone who is a great leader, so he’d likely be a pretty decent politician.

I don’t really think your jobs intertwine much, but that’s just fine. Graphic design doesn’t have the biggest role to play in politics, but he always tries to find a place to squeeze your work in. Besides, it’s not like they have to match up perfectly anyway. You both have your own respective lives, and the life that you share together. He’s still super supportive nonetheless.

Kimi Antonelli

Scientist

Scientist Kimi! I don’t know why, but I can see it. I think if we want to be more specific, he’d study pharmacology, but I can really picture him working with chemicals in some way. I need to see Kimi in a lab coat and goggles messing around with chemicals. Maybe he’s not the best and maybe it blows up in his face, but he’s having a lot of fun. Maybe he’ll accidentally create a whole new element.

And he has his tutor girlfriend to stand by his side and support him. You’re there to offer knowledge and help in all fields. An intelligent girl matched with an equally intelligent boy is a nearly dangerous duo, and people acknowledge that. All of his friends are a little scared. You have the potential to someday rule the world— But with your childish smile and his cute curls nobody would take you seriously. Maybe it’s best you stick to science.

Ferrari ෆ

Charles Leclerc

Architect

An architect and a fashion designer. Yes, this seems about right. You’re both designing, just in your own way. I’d like to think you each contribute and help each other with the designing process, and it’s always easy to tell what aspects were thrown forth by the other person. Suddenly he’s bringing math equations into your designs, and you’re bringing little details and trends to his.

Charles himself said he’d like to be an architect, but if I were to assign him something from my own mind, I’d probably say music. It’s clear it’s something he’s very passionate about, and he’s very musically talented too. I can picture the reader sitting with him and resting her head on his shoulder while he plays.

Lewis Hamilton

Fashion designer

Yet another obvious choice. Maybe him and Charles’ girlfriend can be friends. Anyway, a makeup artist and a fashion designer kind of go hand in hand. You’re in the fashion industry, and you both work with specific clientele. Maybe you’re even a package deal. Celebrities hire one of you, and they end up hiring the other too. Just for fun.

I think this choice is obvious because it’s clearly that Lewis has a talent for fashion. His work with the Met Gala, and his day to day wear just proves that. He’s always dressed to the tens in my opinion, and I think he should spread that knowledge with the world. He’s a genius!

McLaren ෆ

Oscar Piastri

Engineer

Yes, Oscar’s expressed before that he would go into engineering if it weren’t for his current career. It makes sense. The boy’s smart, and his family has a history with racing so it’s not like mechanical engineering is all that far off. I can even see him being a track engineer. I think he’d have some decent strategies to share with a team, and would be smart enough to handle all the numbers and stats.

Now, it’s not really like his occupation matches up with yours either, but again… I think that’s okay. If he was an F1 engineer, I could see him taking you along with him, so as a food critic you’re getting to travel the world and experience dishes from different regions. So maybe in that sense, you’re perfect for each other. Who knows.

Lando Norris

Similar to George, a lot of the other drivers said that if he wasn’t a racing pilot, he should be a DJ. Esteban Ocon himself said that Lando got up behind the booth and made some decent beats, so with a bit more practice he could definitely do it. He also has the necessary party boy energy to pull off being a DJ, so it makes a lot of sense in the long run.

I’m not sure how well a teacher and DJ would work, but I think that’s ultimately part of the charm. You’re total opposites. One of you is quiet and collected while the other is loud and chaotic and it makes you relationship consistently interesting and engaging for you both. If you were paired with people exactly like yourselves, you’d probably get bored after awhile. Each of you brings something new to the table.

Aston Martin ෆ

Fernando Alonso

Football / Soccer

This was hard because, much like Max, it was hard to see Fernando doing anything but racing. I was almost tempted to keep him in motorsports as well, but I chose not to because I remember Fernando saying he liked football, and that just makes a lot of sense in my mind. I definitely don’t think he’d play football as long as he raced for F1, so after he reaches a certain age he retires, but I can see him pursuing this career at some point.

The life of a football player with a wedding planner wife is rather domestic. You’re constantly doting on him and taking care of him, treating your retired lover as if he’s old and decaying. He insists that he can do everything on his own, but he does like the attention nonetheless, so Fernando sits back and lets you pamper him like he’s your princess. Hey, whatever keeps the man busy.

Lance Stroll

Business man

I was unsure about this one, but I think considering that his dad is a business man, it makes sense for Lance to follow a similar destiny. Maybe he also ends up owning his own F1 team, who knows? I think he’s a very diplomatic guy, even if he’s somewhat introverted. That doesn’t mean he’s rude or anything, so talking business would come along just fine for Lance! He’s a very smart guy. I’m picturing him as a CEO of sorts.

He doesn’t play about you, either. You get to act as his sugar baby for a while, even though you make plenty of money yourself. He loves getting to tell you to buy whatever you want using his card, and he loves spoiling you. If you need new equipment for writing, he’ll buy it. If you need help getting your books published, he’ll talk to people for you. If you need help advertising, he’s on it. Lance is there to assist you in everything. He’s your partner in crime!

Alpine ෆ

Pierre Gasly

Football / Soccer

Okay I KNOW, this is unoriginal, but if you look at Pierre’s instagram there’s lots of photos of him playing football and I think it just makes sense to me. He kind of has the appropriate build for one too? Muscular, but also very strong legs and a good runner. I can’t really describe it, just trust me.

And, since he’s still in a sport, you can continue to be his social media manager and like everything related to him. People are still stunned to find out that Pierre runs his accounts and is the one viewing everything, but they’re even more stunned to find out that a majority of the time you’re the one actually liking the posts because every time you see anything related to him you giggle uncontrollably and spam the like button. Still a perfect, dynamic duo.

Franco Colapinto

Journalism

This guy likes his gossip. Franco’s charismatic enough to be able to easily interview people, and I firmly believe in that. He loves catching up on all the latest gossip and posting about it online for everyone to see. It doesn’t matter if it’s none of his business, because he’s gonna make it his business. Either way, he tends to be fairly respectful about what he posts. Even if he wants to phrase it in the most dramatic way possible, Franco sticks to the facts. And what he assumes are facts.

He likes to work on his pieces while he’s in your shop. He’s usually sitting behind the counter while you tend to customers, typing away on his newest report back to his boss. Every now and then he gets a few weird looks, almost like people recognize him, but they aren’t quite sure if it’s actually him or not.

Williams ෆ

Carlos Sainz

Boxer

Ohhhh… Okay sorry let me compose myself. Carlos gives off these casual aggressive vibes that tell you he’s not someone to be messed with, but also he’s a very sweet guy deep down. He loves his job, but he makes sure to remain unbiased and sportsmanly throughout, because it’s important to ensure that your opponent knows they did a great job too. He always said he’d remain an athlete if he was to do something other than F1, and while boxing probably isn’t on the top of his list, I can see it happening.

A boxer and a baker. It’s very much giving cute wife who bosses her strong husband around like it’s no big deal. Sure, he’s a champion in the ring, but when Carlos comes home he has to listen to you first. You’re the one wearing the pants in this relationship. He doesn’t mind, either. It’s nice to come home and be ordered around by you.

Alex Albon

Golfer

Vet gf and golfer bf. Makes perfect sense to me. He’s out there enjoying a nice day on the fresh green grass while you’re taking care of very cute patients. It’s a win for you both, and at the end of the day you both get to come home and relax together and talk about your days.

I think golf suits Alex. I know he always jokes about being terrible about it, especially in comparison to his actual girlfriend (The beautiful that is Lily Muni He) but if he had years of experience like he does with F1, I think he’d be really talented! It’s something that he loves already, so it makes sense.

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Liam Lawson

Actor

Uhm, hello have you seen him acting in the VCARB tiktoks? Perfect. But also I think he’d be typecasted as a stereotypical teen in the 90’s. He looks young enough, and that’s exactly how he dresses and acts. He’d be very charming with younger audiences due to his boyish charm. He just needs to brush up on those acting skills a bit and then we have the perfect actor.

And hey, you’re an actress. It fits perfectly. Maybe the two of you meet on set. Maybe you’re even casted to play lovers, and then it just ends up being that you come out of the experience actually dating. Who’s to say if it actually works out. Lots of actors say it’s hard to date your co-worker, but you guys would have to disagree, because you’re going strong!

Isack Hadjar

Physicist

Isack’s dad is a physicist! I think it would be cute if he followed in his footsteps. Most F1 drivers do follow in their parent’s footsteps, especially their dad, but Isack didn’t. However, imagining a universe where he did is interesting. He’d probably have the brain for it, he’d just have to dedicate a lot of his time to school, which might be hard.

A physicist and a photographer. I think you guys both like to discuss your more nerdy occupations. You get to rant about photo editing and camera settings, and he gets to rant about astrophysics and a lot of stuff you don’t entirely understand, but you enjoy hearing nonetheless. This is my favorite duo, never stop being a nerd.

Kick Sauber ෆ

Nico Hülkenberg

Male model

Nobody can convince me otherwise. He has the perfect face for modeling. Ruggedly handsome with a slight stubble and nice hair. I almost gave Carlos this role, but I think Nico is perfect for a model. If he hasn’t already received offers, he should, because he’s 37 and he looks fantastic still.

A model and a sommelier is a great duo, actually. You both have jobs seen as sophisticated. You’re a killer duo, the type of couple that can kill with your looks alone. He’s always impressed by your extensive knowledge, and you’re impressed by just how beautiful he is. You like to show him off at events you’re invited to, and he likes to do the same himself. Power couple. End of sentence.

Gabriel Bortoleto

Sports commentator

Not sure of this one either. I think Gabi would be a very fun commentator, always making silly quips and witty jokes that draws the audience in while retaining that necessary sports knowledge. At first he’d definitely let the other commentators do a lot of the talking, but once he’s warmed up to the environment, you hear him just as much as you hear the others. There’s no more hiding!

I think a streamer and a commentator is a silly duo as well. Maybe sometimes you stream sports and commentate it to mimic your boyfriend, which he always pretends to be offended by, but he thinks it’s adorable in reality. He likes showing up on your streams too. I love them. I’m jealous of you, reader.

Haas ෆ

Oliver Bearman

Male model

ALRIGHT I KNOW. I’m being unoriginal again, but have you SEEN Ollie?! He’s absolutely model material as well. Tall, handsome, fit. He might need some training on how to pose and walk a runway, but he’ll get it down eventually. I can also see him being like a hand model for watches and jewelry and such. He has very nice, soft hands that are still very masculine.

A painter and a model are you SERIOUS? I know I wrote it but I’m also fangirling because wow. He can quite literally be your muse. He doesn’t even have to sit there, because there’s thousands of beautiful pictures online for you to use. Although it does make the experience a lot more special when he offers to be your live model and pose for you. It’s like something only you get to see. Yeah… Huge fan of this.

Esteban Ocon

Comic book editor

PLEASE he would have a BLAST. He gets to read all these superhero comics, and he actually gets to contribute to the process of making them. I don’t know I just love the idea of a superhero fanatic, especially someone who loves Spiderman like Estie, getting to edit the scripts for comics. He’d be so into it, too. Like “this idea is unoriginal, so you should go for something like this” because he’s already read so many comics out there that he can recite plot lines from a lot of them.

And trust that I am a huge fan of goddess girlfriend and loser boyfriend. A model with a comic book editor? Nobody would see it coming. Imagine pulling up to the red carpet, cameras flashing as a tall, handsome figure emerges from the limo and it’s… Oh, it’s just some guy they’ve never seen before, but you look so happy that it’s impossible to harbor any judgement. It’s adorable how much you two love each other.

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lazysoulwriter · 3 days ago

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jealousy looks good on you – pedro pascal .✦

requested! thank you. content: established relationship, actress!wife!reader, jealousy, insecure thoughts, fluff + reassurance, CDMX setting, famous couple energy, implied spice.

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You weren’t proud of it. You knew better. You were an adult. A married woman. An actress with three golden statues and your own damn perfume line. And yet—

The second your eyes landed on Pedro and Vanessa Kirby, laughing together outside a little café in CDMX, you felt your stomach twist into a knot so tight it could rival your Spanx.

You weren’t supposed to be there — not really. The press event you were scheduled for got rescheduled last-minute, and you thought it’d be cute to surprise Pedro. Make it romantic. Maybe take him to that rooftop bar you both loved.

But now here you were. Standing on the sidewalk, sunglasses halfway down your nose, watching your husband smile at Vanessa Kirby like she’d just said the funniest thing on Earth.

She touched his arm. Laughed. And oh, God, she leaned in closer.

You froze.

No one had seen you yet. You could walk away. Be normal.

Instead, you walked straight over. Of course you did.

“Hey,” you said casually, like you definitely hadn’t just been watching from the corner like a deranged tabloid spy.

Pedro turned, face lighting up the second he saw you. “Mi amor!�� He practically jumped up, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you into a kiss that made several people on the street slow down to stare.

Vanessa gave you a polite smile. “Nice to see you again.”

“You too,” you replied sweetly. So sweetly it could have melted the enamel off your teeth.

You all exchanged a few words, and Vanessa eventually excused herself, waving as she walked down the street with her perfect blonde hair and unfairly long legs.

Pedro turned back to you, still grinning. “You surprised me.”

“Yeah,” you said lightly. “Surprise.” You tried to keep your tone breezy, but the dark cloud of jealousy brewing behind your Ray-Bans was not going unnoticed.

Pedro squinted at you. “Wait a minute.”

“Hmm?”

“Oh my God.” He laughed, stepping closer, both hands on your hips now. “Are you jealous?”

You blinked, outraged. “Excuse me??”

“You’re jealous of Vanessa!”

“I am not!” You absolutely were.

Pedro leaned in, smug. “You’re so full of shit.”

You sighed dramatically. “I saw her touch your arm, okay? And laugh like she wanted to kiss you. And—don’t look at me like that! You were smiling.”

“I was being friendly.”

“You were being Pedro. And she was being British. You know what that means.”

He laughed so hard he had to grip your arm to stay upright. “You’re out of your mind.”

“Whatever,” you muttered, pulling your sunglasses back on. “I’m going to lunch.”

Pedro pulled them right back off. “You’re going with me.”

You tried to act indifferent, but the little smile breaking across your lips gave you away. He leaned in close again, lowering his voice.

“You are the love of my life. My wife. No one — and I mean no one — gets to me the way you do.”

“Even Vanessa?”

“Even Vanessa,” he whispered, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Besides… jealousy looks good on you.”

You shoved his chest. “Shut up.”

He laughed. “Make me.”

And oh, you did — later, on the hotel balcony, with his mouth murmuring your name like a prayer and your hands in his hair like you were never letting him speak to another actress again.

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jellysmosh · 3 days ago

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Better to Leave it Unsaid

Summary: You were a certified yapper, always chatting with anyone and everyone around the Smoffice. Everyone except for one person. Inspired by the song Talk Too Much by COIN.

Pairing: Spencer Agnew x GN!Reader

Tags: Fluff, mutual pining, extremely light angst if you squint

Word count: 6.1k

Note: This is a huge one! I didn't mean to make this so long, but I just kept going lol… I decided to post the whole thing rather than separate it and make y’all wait for a part 2, hehe. I take a lot of inspiration from music, if you couldn’t tell. Please enjoy~!

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You had always been talkative, a chatterbox, and a yapper. Your mother used to tell people that when you were a baby, you learned how to speak in full sentences before you learned how to stand on your own two feet. You couldn’t help it, you just loved to talk. It took you years to learn how to think before you speak.

You enjoyed talking to people, it genuinely made you happy to learn about others and share your thoughts. It was a form of connection, whether it was a late night heart-to-heart with your best friend or joking around with a stranger in line at the supermarket. If you could list ‘conversations’ as an interest on your resume, you absolutely would.

This trait worked to your advantage when you joined Smosh as a cast member.

“You’re so good at talking”, Ian joked with you after your first month, “you always seem to know what to say.”

“Practice makes perfect”, you grinned back as he laughed again.

You had quickly become a fan favourite, especially on Reddit Stories and as a guest on Smosh Mouth, being praised for the chemistry you had with the cast members and how you played off each other in discussions. You struggled a bit more on the games channel, you had very little video games experience and you found it difficult to remember board game rules when you played them for the first time. But the subscribers seemed to love making video compilations of everytime you forgot a rule or had to quietly ask for help mid-game.

Working at Smosh was so much fun, not just because you loved your work, but because there was such a diverse and interesting group of people you had long and frequent talks with. You had gotten to know everyone so well throughout the past few months, both cast and crew.

Well.

Everyone except for Spencer.

When you joined Smosh and met all the people working there, you had taken to Spencer in a different way than the others.

The crush you developed on him was quick and severe. You had no idea what to do with it. You were never good with romantic attraction, the few times you made the first move with a potential partner, it always ended disastrously. When it came to someone you really liked, you clammed up. Every time you were around Spencer, you panicked, and your heart sped up when he spoke to you. All the words that normally flowed out of your mouth got all tangled up in your head and stuck in your throat. Even when you two were doing your jobs and he was directing you on a game video, you responded to his directions with a silent, tight-lipped smile without making eye contact.

You did not handle cute guys well. And Spencer was cute. With his big green eyes, cheeky smile, and quick-witted humour, he was exactly your type to a T. It infuriated you, the person you wanted to have a connection with the most was so distant from you, and it was your own fault. You wanted to be close with him like everyone else, having lunch together, hanging out after work, you wanted it all. He definitely noticed how weird you were about him, because he drew back, hardly ever reaching out to you and only speaking to you when absolutely necessary. You couldn’t blame him.

The invisible wall between you guys that you had accidentally built seemed to get taller by the day, and you wished there was some way to knock it down.

☆

“Cut!”

That was a wrap on the most recent Board AF video and it was finally lunchtime. You and the other cast members hopped up from your seats as the room was filled with post-recording chatters.

“Good job, guys!” Spencer clapped his hands, “Amanda and Chanse, that was amazing teamwork. Shayne, super funny, as per usual.” He was wearing his green Smosh merch cap and a white T-shirt today. God, he looked so good.

You pretended not to notice he praised everyone else in the video besides you.

“And great banter, Y/N”, he added before turning to Alex to debrief.

Nevermind. You almost skipped out of the room from the high you got from him complimenting you.

You could really enjoy your lunch break after that. Sitting down between Angela and Amanda, you dug right in, conversing with the others at the table as you did everyday.

“I was watching the shoot just then, you know?” Angela nudged you, speaking between bites, “what’s up with you and Spence?”

You almost bit down on your tongue in surprise.

“What?” You laughed to cover the worried feeling that rose inside you, “what do you mean?”

“You know what I mean”, she spoke quietly, this was between you two. The rest of the table were not paying attention, holding their own conversation about the schedule for the rest of the week. “You, like, don’t look directly at him and you just silently do what he says. No reply, nothing.”

“I didn’t think I had to reply to every direction given”, you shot back, eyes on your food. You were dreading where this situation was heading.

“Okay, okay, no offence”, Angela lay a hand on your leg, eyebrows raised so high it made you laugh, “I have never seen you skip an opportunity to say something.” When she saw your jaw drop, she quickly added, “I’m saying this as a fellow yapper, okay? It takes one to know one. You seem to talk non-stop to anyone until it’s with Spencer, then you shut right up. Are you mad at him? Did he do something to piss you off?”

You sighed and put your fork down.

“No, Angela”, you both leaned back in your chairs, facing each other, “I’m not mad at him, he did nothing wrong.”

“Then?”

“I-”, you quickly glanced around you, checking nobody was paying attention to you two, “I don’t know. Like, I just can’t talk to him.”

“But why?” Angela had her hands out inquisitively, like this was a great mystery she had been thinking about for a long time. “How are you not able to talk to somebody? You start chattering when you hear someone enter the stall next to you in the bathroom. It’s disturbing. Nothing stops you.”

“I don’t know”, you were a lying liar. You knew damn well why you struggled to speak to him. “I just can’t!”

She eyed you suspiciously. She was squinting at you so hard, you resisted the urge to ask if she needed her glasses. This was one of the rare times you actually wanted a conversation to end as soon as possible.

“Right”, she finally conceded, a strange expression on her face, “totally. Yeah. You just don’t know.”

You nodded, smiling like nothing was bothering you. You could tell she wasn’t satisfied with your response but you were just glad she wasn’t pushing it anymore. She was very empathetic, so she could probably feel you were getting uncomfortable.

“Anyway”, she shook her head, poking you gently as she changed the topic, “what are you scheduled for tomorrow morning?”

☆

“And then I told him that I didn’t know where his wallet was and that I was sorry”, you explained, hands gesturing wildly.

“I mean, yeah”, Tommy responded while nodding, “you literally met him five minutes before, how were you meant to know?”

You were telling him a story about some guy you befriended at a bar a while ago when you heard someone clear their throat behind you. You spun around to see Spencer standing there, holding his laptop. You didn’t even hear him approaching while you were talking, how long had he been there?

“Hello”, he waved, you silently waved back and Tommy replied with his own ‘hello’. “I didn’t want to interrupt, but I need to speak to Y/N about an upcoming video. Sorry, Tommy.”

“No problem, don’t worry about it”, Tommy replied before heading back to his desk, “see you guys later.”

You wanted to yell for him to come back so you wouldn’t be alone with Spencer, but you were left with no choice but to quietly follow Spencer to the games set. He was going to quickly go through how to play a new board game you were set to play with a few of your cast mates because your schedules didn’t line up and you couldn’t be there when he taught the others.

“Okay”, he sighed, plopping down on the large grey couch. “Please sit down”, he nodded his head at the space next to him.

You carefully sat a respectable distance away from him, close enough to properly listen to him but far enough to not get you flustered. As he began to teach you the rules and show you the different cards, you tried your hardest to focus. He made it so difficult, he just looked so gorgeous. His curls were sitting just right today, one stray strand dangling down his forehead, and he was wearing that Creed shirt he always looked good in. His glasses slowly slipped down his nose when he leaned down and you bit your tongue as he adjusted them. You were trying to remember what each card did in the game, but your thoughts kept going back to how nice his voice sounded. He didn’t speak too fast and he kept the volume low since it was just you two sitting on the set, it tickled something in your brain.

“Y/N? Y/N!” His voice calling your name drew you out of your own thoughts.

A single ‘huh?’ was your clever response.

He sighed, seemingly a little frustrated.

“Did you hear anything I just said?”

“Yes”, you responded defensively, vaguely repeating some of the main points you managed to retain from when he was talking.

“Okay”, he nodded, “you did remember a few things. Sorta.”

He picked up the deck of cards and slid them back into their box as you silently watched his fingers work.

“Any questions?”

You looked up at his face to see him looking back at you with his eyebrows raised in question.

“Uh… no”, you flatly replied. You could feel your face and neck gradually get warmer the longer he looked at you.

“No? Any comments? Anything at all?”

You shook your head. Hopefully, this interaction would be ending soon before something devastating happened, like him noticing how red your face was or how clammy your hands were. You looked away and your eyes darted around the set. You didn’t like being speechless, it was an uncomfortable feeling for you.

“Y/N”, he gently pressed. You froze in place, eyes glued to the small table in front of you. “Why…”, he trailed off, not finishing his question before he stood up, “uh, nevermind. We’re done here, I guess. See you around.”

And then he was gone.

You felt relief and anxiety mix together at the bottom of your stomach. You wanted to talk to him so bad but you were so in your own head about him, about your feelings for him. In another world, where you could get over your feelings for him, you could be best friends. You could be talking all day long, asking about each other's days, how your families were going, what your weekend plans were.

Instead, right now, you were the only person in the room, left sitting alone on an empty set.

☆

“What is their problem?” Spencer grumbled, partly to himself, partly to Alex and Shayne, interrupting the conversation they were having right next to Spencer’s desk. They both turned to look down at him, borderline sulking in his chair.

“Y/N?” Shayne hit the nail on the head immediately. Spencer didn’t often talk about his strained relationship with you, but the few times he did have been with these two in particular.

“Yeah”, he lifted his glasses to rub his eyes, “I just met with them to explain the new game we’re playing tomorrow.”

“Awkward?” Alex grinned.

“So awkward”, Spencer threw his hands up, “I really don’t get it! They just refuse to say anything to be besides ‘yes’, ‘no’, and ‘huh?’”

They could tell Spencer was getting frustrated, not quite angry, moreso confused and unsure on what to do.

“It’s been months since they started”, Shayne crossed his arms, tone neutral, “have they not had a proper conversation with you even once?”

“Never”, Spencer replied, “what about you guys?”

“All the time”, Shayne replied sheepishly.

“Yeah, all the time”, Alex nodded, almost apologetically. “I talked to them this morning about Fortnite for like half an hour. They asked me to explain it to them.”

“You’re kidding me”, Spencer whined, he just could not wrap his head around why you guys just didn’t click. “I would have killed to explain Fortnite to someone for the first time.”

The other two seemed bemused by his turmoil. Spencer feared they may not be taking this seriously. It was serious. Over the past months, he had watched you grow close with other people at Smosh, chatting and bonding so naturally it was as if you had worked there for years. Whenever he saw you, you were always in the middle of a lengthy conversation with someone; you had gained a reputation around the office as an amazing listener who would be easy to talk to for hours. Spencer thought you two could get along great, he was not the most talkative, but he loved to chat and loved to listen. However, Spencer seemed to be the one person in the company that you refused to talk to.

It didn’t help that he thought you were very attractive. It drove him insane, he felt this inexplicable draw to you and yet you avoided even making eye contact with him. Did you find out about his crush on you? Were you grossed out? Was that why you avoided speaking to him? There was no way though, he hadn’t told a single person about how attracted he was to you.

“Look, man”, Shayne gained his attention again, “if it really bothers you, you have to talk to them. They can’t read your mind, they might not even realise they’re doing it.”

That made Spencer laugh, you definitely knew you were doing it.

“Yeah, what Shayne said”, Alex chimed in, “talking to them is going to be a way better approach than sitting on your ass, ripping out your hair trying to solve it.”

“Maybe”, he groaned, turning back to his computer to continue his work, “I’ll think about it.”

Alex and Shayne shared a knowing look before leaving him alone.

☆

The next time you spoke to Spencer alone, he accosted you in the break room.

You were stirring the tea you had just made when you heard footsteps behind you slowly coming to a stop.

Before you could turn around and greet whoever it was, you heard Spencer’s apprehensive voice, “Alex mentioned you were showing an interest in Fortnite.”

You almost dropped your mug, but you managed to keep a firm grip on it as you turned around to face him. You tried to say something but faltered before closing your mouth and nodding. You already knew this was going to be another failed attempt at a conversation. You might as well have run for it then and there.

“Okay, well”, he put his hands in his pockets as he continued, “we could play together sometime? Or I could arrange for us to play on the channel in the future or something.”

You blinked a few times. He was asking to play Fortnite together. You felt so excited, you wanted to chug your tea down like a beer and give him a huge kiss but you controlled your impulses. You were curious about the game because of Spencer talking about it all the time and showing Angela how to play, so you enquired about the game from Alex a few days ago. You saw a chance to get through the invisible wall, conquer your feelings, and really get to know Spencer. You were determined to get over this stupid crush of yours for the sake of befriending him, you were tired of being the only person that didn’t get to enjoy his company.

“That sounds fun”, you managed to blurt out, both you and Spencer seemed shocked that you were actually speaking to him. “I mean, I’m not very experienced with video games, but it looks like a lot of fun”, your voice was quivering from nerves and you just prayed he didn’t notice, “I think all the cosmetics are really cool too.”

“Yes!” Spencer seemed to almost jump at the opportunity to talk to you, “they released a Sabrina Carpenter skin. You like her, don’t you?”

Your heart was going a mile a minute, were you actually managing to talk to him? And how did he know you were a fan of Sabrina Carpenter?

“Yeah, I love her!” You found yourself actually smiling, even though you were resisting the urge to find the nearest escape route like some kind of prey animal, “I didn’t know she had a collaboration with them. I actually just ordered the Short n’ Sweet Deluxe vinyl record I’ve been wanting for ages, it took me, like, an hour to decide which colour to get.”

“And which colour was that?” He asked.

“The blue one”, you quickly replied, “the white pearl one was pretty but I wanted the brighter colour. I thought it would look cuter on my record player.”

You were so excited that Spencer seemed interested in talking to you, it almost outweighed the incredible amount of nerves you were experiencing in that moment. You were trying your absolute hardest to form normal words and sentences in his presence. Having his whole attention on you as you spoke was so foreign and just as scary as it normally was, but it was also sort of thrilling. You felt like a teenager again, trying something new and rebellious that you figured you might regret later. There was a paradox of wanting to talk to him like this more to aid in your mission to get over your feelings for him, but the more he looked at you and spoke to you, the more you felt yourself falling.

You were making crazy progress on holding a conversation with him, though. You were definitely being more reserved than when you chatted with other people in the office, but this was breaking the record for longest talk you’ve ever had with him. It made your heart beat so fast you were scared you would pass out.

You had moved onto the topic of music and your record collection, the one you had been working on ever since you moved into your own apartment.

“I have about 30 now”, you had a small, proud smile on your face, “it’s growing slowly, I try not to blow all my money on them.”

“No, I get it”, he said back, grinning, “that is so cool, frankly.”

You felt your entire upper body flush with heat when he said that, your face feeling red and tingly. Part of you wanted to squeal at his compliment and the other part wanted to disappear, dig a hole into the floor and hide in it. Yapping came so naturally to you, but it was still proving difficult to speak to him. Your brain was in overdrive, trying so hard to pick the right words to say and string them into coherent sentences, stuff that was as easy as breathing when you spoke to anybody else.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Spencer sounded worried all of a sudden. When you looked at him with a confused expression, he pointed at your mug, “your hands are shaking pretty bad right now, you might want to put that drink down.”

You hadn’t noticed, you were indeed shaking, little ripples running through your tea from the movement.

“I’m okay”, you tried to grin widely, but it felt like a grimace. You tightened your hold on your tea, willing yourself to stop trembling. You realised you had probably reached your limit on talking to Spencer for today. Any more and you may have a heart attack. “Just a bit of the shakes, I have weak arms”, you lied.

“Are you sure-“

“Yes!” Your reply was too hasty and too loud, “yes, of course! I really need to get back to work though.”

He nodded as you cautiously stepped past him and almost jogged towards the exit, careful not to spill your drink.

“Talk to you later, Y/N.”

You paused, looking at him over your shoulder. You could have sworn he looked worried, nervous even. You felt extra light on your feet knowing he wanted to talk to you again.

“Yeah”, you couldn’t help the smile that took over your face, cheeks red and hands damp with sweat, “yeah, talk to you later, Spencer.”

He smiled back in a way that made your chest hurt and you couldn’t figure out if there was actually a halo of glowing light around him or you were hallucinating. You had to turn away and keep walking or you would have burst into flames with how warm your entire body had become. The gentle way he spoke to you replayed in your head over and over and over.

How the hell were you going to get over him?

☆

Spencer couldn’t help smiling to himself as he typed. He was a little distracted from his work today.

“What’s gotten into you?” Alex asked, alarmed at his behaviour. “You’re acting weird and happy and giddy.”

“Excuse me?”

“No, it’s just… did something happen?” Alex abandoned their desk and came over to him. They could be such a gossip sometimes. “Did you finally ask Y/N what the problem was?”

“No”, Spencer stopped doing his work too, turning to look at them, “but we had, like, an actual conversation.”

Alex’s eyebrows shot up, “wow, really?”

“Yes, dude, we talked about Sabrina Carpenter in Fortnite and their record collection”, he was obviously excited, “and it wasn’t a long talk, but they spoke actual sentences to me.”

“Good for you, buddy”, Alex patted his back, trying not to laugh as Spencer turned back to his monitor with a huge smile on his face, “good for you.”

☆

It had been a week since you had that discussion with Spencer and you were still reeling from it. You both got very busy and you didn’t really find yourself alone with him after that. You were both excited and very scared about the next time you could potentially talk. You had been mentally hyping yourself up before work everyday, just in case. You were determined to push your feelings down as far as possible, so you could have a longer conversation next time.

It was a sunny Friday morning when you breezed through the door, mood high because the barista at the cafe remembered your order and gave you a dollar discount. You greeted every single person you walked past and gave Courtney a huge hug when you saw her.

“You’re in a good mood”, they laughed, “happy Friday, huh?”

“I just feel like today’s gonna be an amazing day”, you hummed, pulling away and grabbing her hand. You swung them around between you wildly as you spoke, “the weather’s gorgeous, my coffee tastes extra good this morning, you look beautiful. It’s been great so far.”

She leaned forward and laughed hard.

“Are you sure it’s not because you’re filming with Spence later?”

“What?” You stopped swinging your arm, looking at her with wide eyes, “that’s not why- no, I didn’t even know, no, well, I did know but, that’s not a reason to- like, I don’t even…”

“Okay, breathe”, Courtney was wheezing with laughter now, “I was just teasing, Y/N. You’re okay.”

You fanned your face lightly, why was it so hot in here all of a sudden? Did they know about your feelings for Spencer? You swore you were working on that. Hopefully, the mention of him won’t make you feel like this soon.

“I’ve never seen you stumble over words like that before”, they started swinging your arms again, “what was that about? I thought you didn’t like him.”

“It’s not that I don’t like him”, you explained, shaking your head, “I like him! I like him a lot!”

Another weakness of yours that came along with being a yapper was your bad habit of over-explaining. You couldn’t shut up if you tried, unfortunately.

“You… like him a lot?” Courtney raised a single eyebrow, “never heard you admit that before. That’s very interesting.”

“No!” You let go of her hand to wave yours in front of her in a panic, “no, not like that!”

“Yeah”, she replied, slowly stepping away from you and heading back in the direction she was originally going, “totally, yeah. You didn’t mean it like that.”

You rushed away to your desk, cheeks flared up and your head down to hide it. You didn’t see Courtney look back at you with a mischievous smirk.

☆

“Y/N is on one today”, Courtney gasped as everyone was trying to catch their breath. You had told an off-hand, low-brow joke that you did not expect to land, but apparently everyone at Smosh had the humour of a 12 year old boy. Your chest swelled with pride, not from making everyone at the table laugh, but for making specifically Spencer laugh so hard, he was covering his face with his hands.

You silently thanked the heavens that you got to film a Moose Master video with Spencer today without going through the emotional and physical torture of sitting directly next to him. In your opinion, he looked super hot today, he was wearing a hoodie and pushed the sleeves up instead of taking it off when the game really heated up. All you wanted was to stop looking at the cameras and just stare at his tattoos to commit them to memory. Making him laugh while he looked so good was like doing crack. Or what you imagined doing crack was like.

As the game continued, the volume in the room only increased, more rules making people screw up and yell at each other. It was getting intense.

“You said her first name!” You pointed at Noah accusingly, interrupting the tirade he was on, “you broke a rule! I got your ass!”

“Y/N”, clearly frustrated, Noah put his hand up in your face, “shut up for once!” He then continued with the argument he was having with Amanda.

The comment was played for laughs, clearly all in the lighthearted spirit of the game. You had to admit the way he worded it hurt a little bit. But at the end of the day, you knew he didn’t mean it, you had all said stuff you didn’t mean in the heat of the moment. It wasn’t a big deal, so you got over that twang of pain pretty fast.

Seeming to notice you had become uncharacteristically silent for a moment, Spencer locked eyes with you from across the table. He silently raised his eyebrows and gave you a miniscule nod, you knew this meant ‘are you okay?’ Your cheeks flushed at him paying attention to solely you amongst the chaos and you nodded back in assurance before returning to the game.

His consideration unleashed a thousand butterflies in your stomach, it was clearly not a big deal, but he still wanted to check on you. You almost wanted to be mad at him for being so cute and sweet. He really was not going to let this ‘getting over your crush’ thing easy.

☆

After an hour, filming wrapped and everyone slowly dispersed. You lingered back a little, discussing something random with Courtney. You two walked off the set a little slower than the others, and once you were back in the main section of the office, you bid Courtney adieu as they went off to take care of something else.

“Hey Y/N”, you jumped a little in surprise, you hadn’t realised Spencer was standing by the door, just out of sight. “Can we talk for a second?”

Oh my god, here we go. You had been gearing up for your next one-on-one conversation with Spencer, you wanted this one to go off without a hitch, leaving him thinking you were charismatic and clever. The problem lay in the fact that when you were finally alone with him, and his beautiful eyes were gazing into yours and only yours, your mind went completely blank.

“Yeah”, you replied, exhaling. You didn’t even realise you had been holding your breath. You were glad nobody else was around to see you embarrass yourself.

“Did…”, Spencer scratched the back of his neck, “did what Noah said during that video upset you? I mean, I know you nodded like you were okay, but I just wanted to check on you to make sure, because that was a pretty rude thing to say”, his eyes were avoiding yours this time, “even though I know you know he didn’t really mean it. That doesn’t make it okay, though. Okay, I’m rambling right now, I’m gonna stop…”

You stared at him speechlessly. He was being so unbelievably cute right now. The care he was showing for you and your feelings endeared him to you so much it hurt.

“Spencer, you’re making this so hard”, you groaned without thinking. When you realised what you said, you wanted to run again. Flight or fight activated.

He furrowed his brow in confusion, “making what hard?”

Now you’ve gone and done it. You were incredibly embarrassed, searching the floor for some sort of way out of this situation.

“No, Noah didn’t make me uncomfortable”, you said in a monotone voice.

“Y/N, what am I making hard?” He ignored you and took a step forward, you started to panic.

“That’s what she said”, you couldn’t even laugh at your joke. He didn’t laugh either, and that made you feel even worse.

“Y/N”, Spencer slowly reached for you, as if you were a skittish wild animal. You tried your hardest not to flinch when he gently put his hand on your upper arm. “What’s going on? You can tell me.”

You finally looked up at him. There was an entire galaxy in his eyes you wanted to explore. He had gotten so close to you, but you wanted him even closer.

“I know you don’t really like talking to me, but”, he swallowed, “I really want to change that. You just need to tell me what to do.”

“I do, though”, you mumbled, your face felt so hot, you could probably cook an egg on it. “I want to talk to you all the time, it’s just-”, you shut your mouth, not daring to say anything further.

“What am I making hard for you, Y/N?” He was whispering now.

There was a beat of silence. It couldn’t have been more than ten seconds, but it felt like it stretched on for hours.

“Getting over you”, you whispered back meekly, hands balling into fists by your sides. “Getting over my big, fat crush on you”, you said a little louder, you were diving into the deep end, laying bare your soul for him.

“What?” Spencer’s eyes had widened to the size of saucers, entire body almost recoiling in surprise. “That doesn’t make sense. I thought you didn’t like me. You talk to every single person in the office like they’re your best friend except for me.”

“Y-you make me nervous”, you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, “I’ve never been any good at talking to cute guys I like.”

Spencer’s cheeks flushed a deep red. He seemed almost as flustered as you.

“But!” You were fighting to save the situation, the last thing you wanted was to completely fuck up the work environment for both of you because of your schoolyard crush. “I promise I’m trying my best to get over my feelings for you. And then it’ll be so much easier to chat, and we can yap all day long together! I just need some time to work on it, that’s all.”

“Stop”, he murmured, tone pleading. He had stepped even closer, you could feel the heat coming off his body. Or it was just the heat your own face was generating. You were pretty sure you were visibly sweating. “Stop that.”

“What-”

“I don’t want you to”, he gently took your hand and you felt like you couldn’t breathe, a shiver ran up your spine, “I don’t want you to get over me.” His green eyes bore into yours, your heart thudded against your ribcage as you willed yourself not to break eye contact. “I haven’t been able to get over you, you know”, he spoke to you in a quiet tone you had never heard from him before, “ever since we talked in the break room, I’ve been thinking about you all the time.”

You opened your mouth and closed it a few times, completely in shock and searching for words that were not coming to you. You were so accustomed to knowing what to say in reply to pretty much anything, the constant flow of conversation buzzing at the back of your head came to a screeching halt. There was nothing but a heavy silence in your head as the man you’ve been pining for was metaphorically grabbing your heart out of your chest and claiming it as his.

“Just… thinking about you and how funny and bright you are”, he kept going, you had never heard Spencer word-vomit like this and it made your heart soar, “you talk so loud, but I love it because I can still hear you even though you won’t talk to me”, that made you laugh, your free hand coming up to cover your red face. “Your jokes always get me, and I love how you laugh with your whole body. I’m just always thinking about your smile, and your humour, and how kind you are to everyone, you’ve been driving me crazy.”

You covered his mouth with your trembling hand. You were so flustered, you felt like you were going to melt into a puddle any second. He looked at you with expectant eyes, round and imploring, like he was asking a silent question.

“You’re talking more than me for once”, you inspected every part of his face, you rarely had the opportunity to do that, you had been avoiding being close to him all this time after all. He chuckled behind your hand, the way his eyes crinkled a little in the corners when he smiled made you want to scream. You worried that he might be able to feel your racing pulse. “I never thought you would like me back.”

He slowly pushed your hand away from his mouth, “and I never thought you would like me. You acted like you hated me.”

“Okay”, you started, cutting yourself off with an embarrassed chortle, “I was panicking every time I saw you, I’m sorry!”

You joked with each other like that for the next few minutes, your heartbeat slowing slightly as you calmed down. Your chest tightened with excitement as you realised he had inched even closer, almost touching you. He looked at you with so much affection in his eyes when you laughed at something he said. You felt like you were on cloud nine.

“So”, you looked down at your fingers still interlocked, “what does this mean for us then?”

“Well”, Spencer pretended to think really hard, “if you can actually stand talking to me for more than five minutes,” he ignored you as you smacked his chest in fake offence, “would you like to go on a date with me?”

You hummed, also pretending to think really hard. He grinned at you, eyes fond. You wondered if he had been looking at you like that all this time.

“Yes, I think I’d like that”, you answered softly.

Feeling bold, you leaned in slightly, wondering if you could get away with kissing him on the cheek. He had other plans, tilting his head so his lips were almost grazing yours. He stayed still, waiting on you, always waiting on you. Both of you had your eyes half closed, transfixed on each other’s lips. Your stomach flipped as you took the leap, moving forward and pressing your mouth against his. It was absolute bliss.

Just like that, the invisible wall between you came tumbling down. It was like it was never there in the first place as Spencer’s hand squeezed yours tight.

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Note: Thank you for reading, please let me know what you think! Also, I am happy for people to send requests, I want to try writing shorter fics, so that would be perfect! If you have sent me an ask, please be patient with me as I work through them, thanks guys. <333

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https-bobreynolds · 2 days ago

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insane together

pairing: robert ‘bob’ reynolds x reader, mentions of the void x the enchantress

summary: just a random conversation on a monday morning in the kitchen with your boyfriend, bob.

author’s note: this is just pure random fluff, thanks for all the love guys <3 am not having a good time rn, reading all your comments and reblogs makes me feel so much better

“love,” you called the man, your boyfriend, who’s sitting beside you, “do you ever find it weird..?”

he gave you a look, “do i find… what, weird?”

“the fact that the two entities inside of us are also a thing?”

bob sighed, sipping on his cup of coffee. “it is a bit… weird, i suppose. why… why do you ask?”

you shrugged, “i don’t know, the thought just crossed my mind, that’s all.”

bob nodded, setting his cup down on the kitchen counter, “well yes, it is weird, but i prefer not to think too much about it, it’s-“ he paused, trying to find the right words, “it’s like… trying to make sense of an unsolvable math problem.”

you chuckled lightly, “yeah… i guess it is pretty much like that, huh?”

he nodded, a small smile on his face, “yeah… i don’t really want to get a headache trying to do the math to figure them out.”

you nodded, picking up your mug, “yeah, i don’t want to either. our relationship already confuses the public enough, imagine what their reaction would be if they find out that our respective entities are practically dating, too.”

bob chuckled quietly, his expression turning amused, “probably… probably just utter confusion and disbelief, followed by a lot of questions, and a few headaches.”

you laughed, “yeah, no kidding. they’re either going to think we’re insane or we have lost our minds completely. maybe both.”

he nodded, a smirk on his face, “oh yeah, they’ll definitely freak out. and imagine how they’ll react when they learn about the whole treaty thing we have with them…”

you rolled your eyes, a small grin on your face, “that’ll blow their minds- they’ll wonder how the hell we manage to come to an agreement with a goddess, worshipped by the pre-columbian maya and inca civilizations, AND a destructive entity which is the literal embodiment of depression.”

bob chuckled, “yeah, i’m sure they will. hell, i don’t… i don’t think they’d even believe us if we told them the whole thing… they’ll think we made it up.”

you nodded, “honestly, i wouldn’t be surprised if they do end up thinking we made it all up. the whole idea of it sounds a bit ridiculous when you say it out loud, don’t you think? who do you think will believe that?”

he sighed, “not one person for sure. they’ll think we belong in a mental institution… but… i don’t mind, though. being crazy with you seems better than being normal. a-at least, in my opinion.”

you rolled your eyes playfully at that, “yeah? you enjoy being crazy with me, huh? do you like being labeled as insane?”

he chuckled, “hey, being insane with you? i love it. as long as we stick together… i don’t care what people think of me or what they label us as.”

you cracked a smile, “yeah, who needs normalcy anyways? insane together, right?”

he returned the smile, his eyes filled with affection, “insane together indeed, sweetheart.”

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yukioos · 23 hours ago

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How do you think Izuku, Bakugo, Kirishima and Denki would write a love letter anonymously?

they write a love letter to you, but anonymously

featuring izuku, katsuki, eijiro, denki

izuku midoriya

dear y/n,

i’m a little scared to face you in person, but you’ve changed my life. the way you advise people so easily and talk so sweetly makes me nervous. i think i’ve become a better person and fighter from your advice, as that’s what our teachers say to me. we don’t talk as much as i wish we did, but i want you to know you’re amazing. you’re so beautiful and kind, and i love how you help out everyone you can, putting others ahead of yourself. it’s noble, and i think you’ll be an amazing hero one day.

katsuki bakugo

y/n,

this is pretty fucking stupid of me to write, but you make me feel different, in a way i’ve never felt before. you distract me and it pisses me off, even when i’m in class or taking a test, you’re always on my mind. you make me screw up and i hate it. the way your hair is always perfect and the way you look at me pisses me off. i hate how you dress, and how you prance around so stupidly when getting new clothes. i don’t understand why you have to show everyone. why not just me or the girls? there’s no reason to show anyone else.

just stop being distracting.

eijiro kirishima

hey y/n,

just wanted to tell you that you’re super cool and pretty! i’m a little nervous to say who i am, so i’ll keep this anonymous, sorry! anyway, i really admire you and your character. you’re so smart, beautiful, powerful, and kind. i love how you’re always willing to help children in need or even people who come up to you, asking for favors. you’re probably one of the most humble and selfless people i know. i hope we become closer before graduation, or maybe we’ll intern at an agency together!

- your admirer!!

denki kaminari

hey y/n,

i just wanted to tell you that you looked so good today! that new hairstyle really fit you, and i noticed the little hello kitty hair clips you had too. the outfit was pretty cool too, i remember you got that shirt right after i told you about the store to get it from! thanks for helping the class with our homework too, i especially didn’t understand it or any of the concepts.

when i did the test later, i aced it! i never do good on tests, so thanks so much for helping me with everything. you’re so polite and kind to everyone you meet, and that’s probably the most attractive characteristic you have, at least in my opinion! of course, it’s not just your personality that i find appealing, but your beauty too! maybe it’s your eyes or the way you smile when you see something trinket in a store, i don’t know!

anyway, hopefully, we can hang out together when our schedules become less busy!

feel like katsuki’s letter would be mean asf but he’s still basically confessing!! i also think all the boys would be pretty clear about who they are, though sometimes unintentionally. i don’t think all of them would sign it or be like eiji, some would just keep the space at the bottom blank

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fic-girlie · 2 days ago

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hi! I was wondering if I could request a jackson joel x reader and he’s finding out about her sh. idk i’m sorry if it’s weird, but i just want to see nonchalant joel actually care, and be scared of what she’s doing to herself

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Pairing: jackson!Joel Miller x f!reader Summary: In Jackson, you’ve kept your scars hidden—until Joel finds them. Instead of walking away, he stays, offering the quiet, steady love you never thought you deserved. Warnings: angst, self harm, insecurity, memories, trauma

You've been there longer than you can remember. Jackson has been your safe place for years now. The little place tucked away in the mountains with enormous walls that hides all the people from the world that went to hell under a night two decades ago. A night where you lost everything and everyone. The night you lost all the things you loved. The night where you saw the light go out in your father's eyes and be replaced by a monster’s. The night when you had to see how he threw himself at your mother and killed her. The night you had to make the tough decision to kill those people who once raised you.

You still remember the sound the blade made when it sank into his neck, how hot his blood felt on your shaking hands, how you didn't even cry—not then. Not until after. Not until hours later, curled in the corner of that cold kitchen, your mother's body cooling not five feet from you, and the sun rising like it didn't care that your whole world had just gone up in smoke. You don’t talk about it. You’ve never talked about it. The world moved on—maybe not healed, maybe not forgiven—but it moved. And somehow, so did you. Eventually, Jackson found you. Or maybe you found it. You can’t really remember anymore. Just the quiet crunch of snow under your boots, your breath stinging in your lungs, and the overwhelming relief when you saw people—not infected, not hostile—just people. Real, living people. A gate. A wall. A promise. Safety. Peace.

And for a while, you believed it. You built a life here, or something that resembled it. Routine was safety. You worked in the greenhouses. You helped with school kids sometimes. You learned to cook again, even though it felt foreign at first, like a language you used to speak but hadn’t practiced in years. You smiled when people talked to you. You said good morning. You danced at the winter festival last year when Maria practically dragged you out of the corner and wouldn’t take no for an answer. And when Joel Miller came to town, bristling and haunted and carved out like the mountains he’d ridden in from, you started to feel something else, something more dangerous than survival. You started to feel… hope.

Joel is a quiet man, but you speak the same silence. The kind that says I know what you’ve lost, without needing to say it out loud. He doesn’t flinch at your moods. He doesn’t press when you’re not ready to talk. He doesn’t try to fix you. He just… sees you. And in his own careful, deliberate way, he started to stay. Sitting next to you at community dinners. Fixing things outside your cabin without being asked. Bringing you coffee—black, scalding, too strong—before your morning shift and pretending it wasn’t for you. You never asked why. You never had to. He doesn’t look at you like you’re broken. But sometimes, late at night when his hand is resting warm on your back, you wonder how long that illusion will last.

Because what Joel doesn’t know—what no one knows—is that the cracks in you never really healed. They just shifted. Covered over with layers of routine, with work and friendship and carefully measured smiles. And when it gets too loud—when the memories start to push up against the walls of your chest, when your mother’s scream echoes like a ghost in your ears—you reach for the only thing that still feels like control. The knife in your kitchen. The edge of the scissors in your drawer. You don’t cut to bleed, not really. Not anymore. You do it to breathe. To pull yourself back into the now. To stop the spinning. To feel real. And then you hide it, clean it, tuck it away like a shameful little secret between folded laundry and polite conversation. You tell yourself it’s not hurting anyone.

Until Joel finds out.

It happens on a Sunday. You’ve spent the morning in the greenhouse, and the sun’s been especially brutal today. The air stings with pollen, your arms scratched from repotting all afternoon. You’re washing up in your cabin, peeling off your long-sleeved shirt when the bathroom door creaks open. You didn’t hear him come in—you always leave it unlocked now, for him. There’s a soft hey from the other room, and before you can answer, he’s already stepping into the doorway, pausing like he always does to make sure he’s welcome. His eyes are kind, thoughtful, and then—he sees it.

The look on his face changes so slowly it feels like drowning. His mouth opens, just slightly. His eyes drop to your forearm—your right one, where the fresh ones are still red and angry, framed by older, paler lines. He doesn’t speak. He just stares. And that silence—his silence, that you’ve always trusted—feels like a knife in your ribs. You yank the shirt back down, too fast, heart kicking into overdrive, shame washing over you in a hot, suffocating wave.

“Don’t,” you whisper, voice brittle, already backing away. “It’s nothing, it’s not—it’s fine.”

Joel doesn’t move. Not at first. His brow furrows like he’s trying to understand something he doesn’t want to believe. Then he steps forward, slow and careful like he’s approaching a wounded animal. Which, you suppose, he is.

“Don’t do that,” he says softly, voice thick. “Don’t say it’s fine.”

You’re shaking. You don’t know if it’s anger or fear or embarrassment. Maybe all three. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

His jaw tenses. He’s still looking at your arm, even though you’ve hidden it. “But I did.”

You wish he’d yell. You wish he’d get mad or walk away or say something cruel. It would be easier to take than the way he looks at you now—like his heart is breaking. Like he’s seeing all the pieces you’ve tried to hold together alone for too long.

He takes another step. “How long?”

You don’t answer. You can’t. You look at the floor, at the old tile near the sink, at anything but him.

“Hey,” he says again, gentler now. He crouches a little, trying to catch your eyes. “How long, sweetheart?”

Your throat burns. Your lips tremble before you can stop them. “Since I got here. Before. Years.”

Joel breathes in like he’s steadying himself, and then he does something that shatters you—he reaches out and takes your hand. Carefully. Reverently. Like he’s touching something sacred and fragile all at once.

“I didn’t know,” he murmurs, thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles. “I should’ve known.”

“You couldn’t have,” you say quickly, ashamed. “I didn’t want you to. I didn’t want anyone to.”

There’s a long pause. His hand is still holding yours, firm and grounding. “You don’t have to do it alone anymore. You hear me?”

Your eyes sting. “I don’t know how not to.”

Joel pulls you in slowly, carefully, until you’re wrapped in his arms, your forehead pressed against his chest. His heart beats slow and steady beneath your cheek. He smells like sun and leather and the cedar soap you gave him last winter. His hands are warm on your back, not gripping, not controlling—just holding. Just there. He kisses the top of your head, voice rough.

“Then we’ll figure it out. Together.”

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linedbycaro · 2 days ago

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 - 𝐊𝐞𝐲𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐚 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐞

𝐇𝐞𝐲, 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨… 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐈 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚 ��𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐢 𝚸𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲. 𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 :)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.6𝐤

Paige's great idea starts the way most of them do: with Azzi.

Tonight, they are tucked under the familiar sheets of Paige's dorm bed, scrolling on TikTok. Warm bodies gently molded together, tired but still awake, they soak in their last bits of normalcy in Storrs before the tournament.

Having just won the Big East and with an entire season behind them, their bodies are worn with the kind of bone-deep exhaustion you know you aren't allowed to acknowledge yet. Fatigue you can't let set in, not with their biggest feat ahead, not when it matters most, not when they have a shot at the natty—the endgame.

Paige's last chance. The one thing Paige has wanted since she got to Uconn. And now she has one more shot. They have one more shot to do it together. The reality of it makes Azzi realize how little time they have left.

Neither has really talked about how different things will be in the coming months. Of course, they will always be Paige and Azzi, but to some capacity, their relationship will look different. Very different. And natty or not, it will happen in a mere month.

No more dorm sleepovers, no more practices together. And they'll evolve, of course- adapt, as they had in all the other stages of their lives and new levels of their relationship. But Azzi just loves how perfect everything is now. How perfect they are now, inseparable, tangible, present, unbreakable. She buries her face deeper into Paige's hoodie at the thought, breathing her scent in deep, her nose nuzzling into the soft fabric. She audibly sighs.

"What?" Paige asks then, with a waiting smile, eyes narrowing. She knows that Azzi's over-emphasized sigh usually means, "Something's on my mind, and I want to talk about it, but I want you to ask me first."

"I'm just thinking about how much I'm gonna miss you next year," Azzi says dramatically. "Not even next year, next month," She groans. She means it humorously, but they both know it carries weight.

"I know, baby. I know." Paige says consolingly. And then, after a beat, her words catching ever so slightly, "I'm going to miss you too… More than you know."

"Oh, I know," Azzi smiles sweetly, ever the princess. She reaches up to pinch Paige's nose lightly. "It just won't be the same," she whispers after, "as being here." Her finger lingers on Paige's face, brushing light circles on her cheekbones.

"No," Paige replies quietly, "it won't be." She grabs Azzi's wandering hand with her own, squeezing it gently. "But it'll still be us. Y'know?"

"Yeah," comes the quiet reply.

They are silent for a minute, just looking at each other and being ridiculously sappy. It isn't like Paige was disappearing, but still.

"I'm so proud of you, you know," Azzi says, resettling on Paige's chest. "You are going to kill it in the W. Like kill it. As much as you know I'll miss you, I hope you know how happy, proud, and excited I am for you to live out your dreams."

"Thanks, baby," Paige says shyly, grinning at her.

"I'm serious," Azzi says, eyebrows shooting up defensively. "I can't wait for my WAG debut. I'm going to sit courtside decked out in #5 Bueckers merch."

Paige laughs lightly. That's another thing they haven't really talked about: making it official—or at least more public. They'll be able to do as they please after Paige leaves Uconn, but still.

"People'll know we're dating then." Paige says carefully.

"People already think we're dating, P," Azzi raises her brows, "'least our fans do."

"And I love that they know. I want people to know, like really know," the blonde replies, pausing mid-thought. But…

"But the tabloids and the press will exploit shit like that and then it's no longer about either of us or basketball anymore." Azzi finishes for her.

"Yeah." Paige pauses. "But I think, I think after the natty, we shouldn't hide it at least. Even if there's no announcement, I don't want to hide us anymore."

Azzi grins into Paige's hoodie. "How would we do that?"

"I mean," Paige thinks for a moment. "I think we just exist. The draft is coming up, if- I mean, I dunno how carpets work but if we go together, we shouldn't have to say it for people to know. They can think what they want, but I'd want you there by my side anyways." Paige finishes somewhat shyly.

"Yeah?" Azzi says, heart blossoming with affection. And then, "I’m honored, but I wouldn't want it to take away from you though. It'll be your night. And you deserve to have it that way."

"It wouldn't. I mean, we've been selling the best-friend thing since forever- not that even it's untrue, but" Paige pauses, "I think people will think what they think regardless, and I don't want that to get in the way of us sharing a big life moment as what we are to each other- best friend and also girlfriend. We should at least think about it."

Azzi giggles and says, " Yeah," in agreement. "I like that idea." And then, "I love you," she says softly.

"I love you," Paige replies easily. "Forever and always."

They are both abnormally sentimental and mushy tonight, probably due to how real the end of this era feels, like time slipping through fingers. Paige gives Azzi a soft kiss on the head, and they return to scrolling.

About fifteen minutes later, or maybe it's an hour (doom scrolling is a time trap even D1 athletes fall into), Azzi gasps.

"Paige, look!" She exclaims, hand shooting up without really looking and tapping the blonde a little too enthusiastically to get her attention.

"Ay, ay, that's my face Az." Paige swats her hand away, feigning irritation with a grin. "You're annoying."

"Okay, yeah, but look," Azzi says, showing Paige her screen. "It's a promposal of us."

Indeed it is. Paige smiles at the screen as she watches a video of a tall blonde girl "promposing" to a brunette with flowers, two giant cutouts of Paige and Azzi's faces, and a poster that reads, "You're the Azzi to my Paige. Prom? It's just adorable. The brunette says yes, they hug, and their classmates cheer. The blonde gives the "Azzi" girl a shy peck on the cheek. Paige's heart warms. It's so them coded. "Look, they even used our special pink heart emoji. So they know, know."

"Told you the real ones know." Azzi says, grinning at her girlfriend.

"10/10 promposal," Paige says, settling back down. "I guess proposing is pretty big these days. You keep getting them on your fyp."

"These days? Promposing has been a thing since before we were in high school. And also my algorithm knows me well. I think they're cute."

"Oh. So did you ever get proposed to?" Paige asks.

"No. But I kinda wish I did." Azzi yawns.

"I never did either, if that makes you feel any better."

"It doesn't, actually. but thanks." Azzi rolls her eyes sarcastically.

Paige boops Azzi's nose. "You tired?"

Azzi nods, yawning again, and then Paige kisses her deeply, slowly. Without breaking them apart, she reaches over to flick off the lights.

And then their phones are forgotten as they melt into each other lazily. It's the kind of make-out thats slow, and savored, and known.

It’s not until after they break away, eyes closing and waiting for sleep, that Paige's great idea pops into her mind.

Azzi never got a promposal, but maybe, just maybe, she can get a draft-posal. A proper, goofy, right of passage-posal. Paige is determined to make the most of their last few real days in Storrs together.

Good thing they are going to Ted’s tomorrow.

The next morning, after a light recovery practice and shooting, the team heads to breakfast. Paige waits until Azzi saunters off to use the bathroom before turning to the group.

"Hey, fam," Paige stage whispers, glancing over to make sure Azzi is out of earshot. I need y'all's help with something." Everyone turns to her, expectantly waiting. "I wanna draft-pose to Azzi."

"You wanna do what now?" Kk asks, giving her a look.

"Draft-pose," Paige tries to explain sheepishly. "Like prompose. But for the draft."

"Shut up, that's cuuute," Jana gasps.

Caroline drops her fork dramatically. "Okay. That's so insanely adorable."

"Paige, you're whipped." Sarah makes a slightly disgusted face, laughing. Paige cocks her head, narrowing an eye at her. "Yeah, and what about it?"

"Look at you being all romantic, P. That's sick," Ice shakes her head, fake gagging.

But after they finish trolling Paige for being a simp, Kk asks, "But what do you need us for?"

"Let me just show you," Paige says, pulling out her phone to show Kk examples of big promposals out on TikTok.

"OKAYYY, I SEE YOU," Kk says, excited now. "Sure, we'll be your wingmen."

"Everyone just meet me at 2:00 pm at our apartment. Carol, maybe you and Azzi can do something and distract her?"

"On it," The brunette replies.

"I have a plan, I swear. Tonight at Te-" Paige is about to finish her sentence when Jana nudges her, nodding to the door as Azzi walks back in. They all quiet down and finish their food.

After a few hours of uncoordinated practice and a quick run to Party City, they are ready—sort of. The plan is for everyone to head to Ted's before Azzi, who will come in late with Carol, so the rest of them can set up.

That night, when Azzi finally gets to Teds, she is slightly annoyed that Paige left without her- without even a text’s notice. And of course, Carol's car breaks down on the way there (Carol panicked when they were already en route and Paige sent an emergency "we need fifteen more minutes, the speakers aren't connecting to the mics" text, so she pretended the engine had a problem- lifted the hood and everything). But now it's late, and Azzi honestly just wants to get drunk.

When Azzi walks through the door and doesn't see anyone except Morgan in a corner, suspiciously filming, and Ashylnne adamantly typing on her phone the minute she spots Azzi’s arrival, she's even more annoyed and confused because how?—oh.

Azzi hears the familiar bars of Keyshia Cole's Love filter through the speakers. That's her and Paige's karaoke song.

And then, walking out in single file onto the small bar stage that's sometimes used for live music is Kk, Ice, Kaitlyn, Jana, and Paige, right in the middle, holding a mic.

And- Azzi squints her eyes and steps forward. Do they have sunglasses and matching tuxedo shirts on? Their backs are now turned to the audience. Is this some kind of weird performance?

Azzi turns slightly to Caroline, hoping for some explanation, but her friend only smiles wildly at her, filming. Azzi turns back to the stage with the realization that, this is for her. She’s still confused, but now she’s smiling, cautious, yet broad like one does when everyone sings “happy birthday” to you and stares.

"I used to think that I wasn't fine enough." Ice turns first, awkwardly, singing low and unsure.

"And I used to think that I wasn't wild enough." Kk turns on the other end of the line, like she was born for this very performance.

"But I won't waste my time trying to figure it out," Jana turns next.

"Why are you playing games? What's this all about?" Kaitlyn comes in, turning beside Kk.

The four of them start swaying, laughing but committing to the bit with the next bars, "And I can't believe you're hurting me, I met you girl (they change the lyrics from your girl to you girl so it makes sense) what a difference. What you see in her you ain't seen in me, But I guess it was all just make believe."

And then Paige turns around, finally taking the chorus. Loud and goofy, she unashamedly points at Azzi with a proud grin. "Oh love, never knew what I was missing, but I knew once we start kissing, I found Love." Paige continues completely off key, but everyone is cheering, and Azzi can't believe it. Her hands cover her mouth in disbelief.

The performance continues with a few dance moves (choreographed by Kk, obviously), And then when Paige takes a solo on the second, "Rainy days fade away when you come around, say you're here to stay, with me, girl. I don't want you to leave me, I, I need you" her backup dancers reach down and hand her a folded poster. Sarah appears, (also wearing a tuxedo shirt), and walks toward Azzi with the most enormous bouquet of flowers she has ever seen in her life. Caroline gently prods Azzi forward, still stunned. And then, Paige opens the poster as the last chorus begins. Azzi’s jaw drops.

It reads: "My LOVE… I never knew what I was missing- until I imagined Draft Night without YOU 💗" and then in smaller letters, "You are the Azzi to my Paige, will you be my date at the draft?"

It is perfect. The poster displays carefully crafted block letters—something Azzi imagines Paige had help with (most likely Kaitlyn or Jana's artsy work), and Azzi's heart is exploding. Paige is giving her the biggest smile. She looks pretty as ever. Her blonde locks loose and flowing past her shoulders in the way she knows Azzi likes, held back only by the goofy sunglasses that are now atop her head. Her blue eyes are big and adoring. Her skin glows softly under the lights, and her cheeks are flushed, long lashes swiped lightly with mascara, casting shadows on her cheekbones.

After accepting the flowers from Sarah with a smile, Azzi rushes up to her girlfriend with a breathless "Oh my goodness, Paige," And throws her arms around her in a big hug. They stay like that for a long second, only pulling away to look at each other.

"So, is that a yes?" Paige asks, voice warm and cracked from all the singing, "I know we talked about it last night, but I wanted to ask you for real. Ya know, a promposal n' all."

"YES. yes. Oh my gosh. Yes," Azzi says happily, nodding, and still very much in shock. She gives Paige a lengthy kiss. Deep, Open mouthed, uncaring. Heat rises to the blonde's cheek, tugging Azzi impossibly closer, their teammates groaning at the PDA.

"I'm gonna kill myself now," Jana says, looking away.

"They're just so damn cute," Kk gushes, jumping around them like their happy child. "The way they jus look at each other, ugh!" Ice looks at Kk with disgust. "I know you're running one of them pazzi shipper accounts on the down low."

"Girl boo, let me be happy for them," Kk retorts, slinging an arm around her teammates and guiding them away from the couple to give them some space. “That was kinda disgusting though,” She admits, as they walk away. “They real nasty.”

“No, it’s elite,” Jana smirks. “Peak simp behavior.”

Paige and Azzi both giggle, truthfully loving their teammate’s teasing.

"I'm seriously the luckiest girl in the world," Azzi murmurs, embracing Paige again. "I don't even know how you managed to pull that off."

"You deserve it, princess," the blonde replies, squeezing her tight. They hold on to each other a minute longer and then, after a chaste kiss, join the rest of the squad.

After Azzi profusely thanks everyone for their performances and help, they watch the recording of the draft-posal multiple times, laughing at their own tomfoolery. And then, when everyone gets a bit more drunk, they decide it's a great idea to perform it again, this time with Azzi on stage.

#azzi fudd #paige bueckers #paige x azzi #pazzi #pazzi fics #fluff #uconn wbb #azzi35 #paige buckets #azzi x paige #domestic fluff #promposal #banter #wbb fic #wnba draft

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loveqnai · 2 days ago

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Can you please write a military! Reader x f1 driver like she came back and surprises driver at the grand prix or something I would prefer Lando but you can write whoever is your favorite

we'll meet again | ln4

-the one with the emotional reunion

-pairing- lando norris x military!fem!reader

-use of y/n, slight angst, fluff.

-a/n- thank you sm for the request!! i love this idea sm! i hope i did it justice.

lando and you had been in a relationship for three years. the first two years were amazing. lando was an incredible boyfriend. you had been to some of his races, and his fans knew of you. alas, good things don't last forever.

you were in the military and had been deployed for the past 8 months. your relationship with lando turned into a long distance one. communication was sparse— you could manage only letters or scheduled calls. lando was constantly worried about your well-being, which reflected in his career as well. he had not been able to focus and everyone had noticed, yet no one held the courage to speak to him about it.

you had informed lando that you wouldn't be able to make it until the end of the season, which didn't ease lando's worries at all.

monaco grand prix. one of the most important grand prixs for lando. yet he was distracted.

"mate, you alright?" oscar asked his teammate, who seemed to be lost in his own world.

"hmm? yeah, yeah i'm fine." lando snapped out of his daze, prepping himself for the race which was about to begin in a few hours. oscar didn't believe him, but he didn't pester him further.

all lando wished was for you to magically appear in front of him and hug him tightly, let him know you're okay. lucky for him, his wish was about to come true.

you had been cleared earlier than you expected. overjoyed, you thought of calling lando and telling him immediately. but where's the fun in that? instead, you lied to him and said you wouldn't be able to make it until later.

you were in disguise (a cap and shades, really) as you entered the paddock. the mclaren team already knew of your arrival. they had helped you plan the surprise.

you were leaning against the wall, trying to be discreet and hidden from everyone, when you felt a tap on your shoulder. you turned and saw a glimpse of the papaya suit, your heart jumping to your throat. no way your surprise just got ruined.

"y/n?" but that wasn't lando's voice. you turned fully to face the person— it was oscar. lando's teammate.

"oh my god— i thought you were lando!" you laughed in relief.

"when did you get here? does lando not know?"

"nope, i'm surprising him." you smiled cheekily at the thought.

"i'm really happy for him. he's been moping all these months." oscar sighed. i nodded.

"he won't anymore."

after a while, you heard commotion. lando had arrived. he was talking to someone on the team.

"yeah— why is everyone so smiley today? like, i don't know, every person i walk past looks at me as if they know something i don't." you overheard him talk and snickered. you were having too much fun with this.

you had planned to surprise him before the race began, and you went with it.

as lando was walking and talking with someone, you snuck up on him.

"hey, can i have a picture?" you asked, trying hard not to laugh as you held out your phone to click one. lando leaned into the frame and for a second he didn't notice. only for a second.

"wait a minute—" he turned to look at you fully and his jaw fell. he cupped his mouth as he registered your presence.

"y/n?" he whispered and pulled you into a tight hug. you wrapped your arms around his body, soaking him in. god, you had missed him so much.

"holy shit— i can't, what?" he whispered in confusion, not letting go of you. you felt people taking pictures and videos and admiring you both, but you couldn't care less about them at the moment. the only person that mattered was lando. your lando.

he finally pulled away after a few minutes.

"you— you said you wouldn't be able to make it until the end of the season!" he said, cupping your cheeks. he couldn't believe you were right in front of him, safe and sound. tears of joy were brimming in his eyes. you felt your own running down your cheeks.

"well— i lied." you shrugged and laughed. the entire world had blurred for the both of you. no one existed in that moment, only you and your lover.

you leaned in and gave him a peck on his lips. he stared at you with so much awe and admiration, you could melt just from his soft gaze.

slowly, everything returned back to normal. the world came into being again. cheers and 'aw's could be heard. but lando could only stare at his world.

as if you were his good luck charm, lando won the race. after months of bad races, he finally won. the sun shined down on monaco, the mclaren team jumping with joy.

lando didn't wait for any interviews or meaningless 'congratulations'. he ran up to you and hugged you. you were ecstatic. you kissed his helmet where his lips were supposed to be and hugged him again, jumping as you do.

"this one is for you." you heard his voice through his helmet, and you couldn't help but cry again. after the race, lando took you back to his place.

he was telling you random stories about other drivers and you listened intently, your fingers running through his hair. his head was on top of your chest, his arms around your waist. you lay there in a comforting silence, which communicated everything words couldn't.

"how much longer till you go back?" he asked, his soft eyes looking at you.

"don't worry about that right now." you assure him.

"i can't help but worry, y/n. you're so important to me. when you leave it— it feels like you take a part of me with you. i'm constantly worried about your health, and i hate the fact that i can't even check up on you. i just wish i could be by your side at all times." he hugged you tighter, burying his face in the crook of your neck. your heart broke when you felt wet tears on your neck.

"lando— look at me." you urged him. he finally looked up at you, tears staining his cheeks. his eyes were slightly swollen from the amount of times he had cried.

"i'm right here, okay? i'm right here with you. nothing will happen to me." you kissed him gently, as if he would break at the slightest discomfort.

"i know, it's just been so long since i saw you." he sighed. you smiled and kissed his cheek.

"you're glowing. you look so beautiful." he whispered as he pulled you onto his lap. you wrapped your hands around his neck.

"and you look as handsome as ever" you dragged your thumb along his lower lip, leaning in. your lips were almost touching.

"i missed you so fucking much. please don't leave yet." he whispered, staring at your lips.

"even if i do, we'll meet again." you closed the gap between his lips and yours, savouring the moment forever.

the end.

#lando norris #lando x reader #lando x you #f1 fanfic #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you

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wcnderlnds · 1 day ago

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sober ★ choi seung-hyun (t.o.p)

・❥・ summary: seunghyun's way to deal with your breakup is to drink his feelings away so you have to come and save him from himself ・❥・word count: 1.7k ・❥・warnings: alcohol consumption, angst. ・❥・ authors note: this is track six for the MADE event which you can find here. i mostly focused on seunghyun's verse. i also haven't proofread because headache but <3

The breakup had happened barely three weeks ago. Everyone said with time it would get better but when would that happen? Everyday Seunghyun woke up with a weight in his chest, feeling like something was missing. It felt like there was a hole in his head, like he would never be whole again. He’d heard all the stories about how much heartbreak sucked, the pain that came with it but he had never believed it until the day you had left. Waking up to the empty space beside him in bed every morning brought a fresh wave of pain. It felt like he was drowning with no way to reach the surface.

Seunghyun had known you practically his whole life. It had started out as an innocent friendship but as the years passed by and you grew older, it blossomed into something more. Love was messy and complicated but with you it had always felt easy. Seunghyun thought you were the most beautiful person inside and out. Nobody had ever captured his heart like you had. Every smile in his direction, every laugh that was just for him, the way you had looked at him like he was the only person in the world – it made him feel like the luckiest man alive.

Then the breakup happened.

His whole life had been falling apart and no matter how much you tried to be there for him, he had done the one thing he shouldn’t have and pushed you away. He hadn’t wanted to drag you down with him but in turn he had ended up losing you completely. The day you had broke up with him had been the worst day of his life. He had lost the one good thing in his life and blamed himself entirely.

Seunghyun knew it wasn’t the best way to deal with it but drinking numbed the pain. It was better than being sober because at least then he wasn’t haunted by his thoughts. Most of the time he opted to drink at home, having a few glasses of wine – TSpot, of course – just enough so he didn’t have to think about you. Not that really helped. You were always on his mind, it just made him feel lighter. Today, however, he had called Jiyong and asked if he wanted to go to their favourite bar. Never one to miss an opportunity to spend time with his best friend, Jiyong had immediately agreed.

So, that’s where they were. Sat at the bar, four shots in. Well, Seunghyun was. Jiyong had given up after two opting to move to beer instead. Seunghyun had ordered himself another couple of shots, downing them one after the other, his words slurred with every word he spoke. Jiyong sighed, patting his friend on the back as he talked about you. There was only one person who could help now. Jiyong excused himself for a moment to make the one phone call he had tried to avoid making.

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It hadn’t been any easier on you. Leaving Seunghyun had been the single, hardest decision you’d ever made but there came a point where you had to put yourself first. No matter how hard you had tried, Seunghyun had kept shutting you out whether he realised it or not. The walls he’d built around himself were too strong, he was too scared of letting people in but you’d always assumed you’d be an exception to that. You were wrong. It got to a point where you couldn’t do it anymore even as much as you wanted to. Feeling like you couldn’t help the person you loved the most was one of the hardest, most painful things to go through. You felt useless because there wasn’t anything you could do. Nobody wanted to feel useless. It didn’t help that at that point, there wasn’t even much of a relationship. There were no date nights, no intimacy – Seunghyun had closed in on himself, not wanting to do anything with anyone. So, you had made the painful decision to end things. He had to fix himself first before your relationship could be fixed.

Your way of coping with losing your person was to cry yourself to sleep every night. Not that you got much sleep, it was hard to really sleep without Seunghyun by your side. He had been your comfort, your home for so long and now you didn’t have that, it felt like nothing had any meaning. But, you had to keep going on, no matter how hard it was. Even when Seunghyun had text you, called you, left you voicemails. That made it harder because you wanted to reach out, to tell him everything would be okay but you couldn’t. It was only when you got that call from Jiyong did you finally cave.

Seunghyun needed you.

As you stepped into the bar, the stench of alcohol and smoke hitting your senses, you scanned around the room to find Seunghyun hunched over at the bar, downing yet another shot. You sighed, feeling your heart skip a beat in your chest. Seeing him like this, so broken, so defeated; it broke your heart even more if that was possible. Your feet carried you towards him, silently sitting in the stool next to him. He turned his head slowly to face you, a stupid smile on his face, eyes glazed over.

“Jiyong, you’ve changed,” he giggled, laughing at his own joke. It took him a moment to really focus on you and when he did, his eyes widened, body stiffening. Were you really there or was he imagining you? It wouldn’t be the first time. He tried to act cool, his head resting on the hand that was propped up by his elbow on the bar.

“Seunghyun,” you spoke gently. Your hand reached out, hovering over his free one but you pulled back. “What are you doing?”

“Drinking,” he replied back shortly.

“I can see that,” your eyes scanned across the shot glasses scattered in front of him.

“Hmm,” he hummed. As he reached out to grab the one shot he had left, you moved quicker, grabbing it before he could and pulling it away from him. He pouted at you, his lower lip jutting out like a child. “Hey, I was going to drink that. Don’t be mean.”

“I think you’ve had enough, baby.” It had slipped out before you could stop yourself. Seunghyun instantly straightened, turning away from you.

“Don’t call me that.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You can’t call me that when you don’t even love me anymore.”

You frowned, feeling tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “Seunghyun, I still love you. I love you so much.”

“Then why did you leave me?” He asked quietly. The way he sounded so sad and defeated made the first tear fall from your eyes. When he turned again to face you and saw it, he reached out with the pad of his thumb to wipe it away.

“You wouldn’t let me in. You pushed me away and I didn’t know what to do anymore. It was never a question about loving you. I’m always going to love you but I can’t show you that if you don’t let me,” you closed your eyes at the feeling of his touch. It had only been three weeks but you had missed it so damn much.

“I know.”

The silence lingered between you, the air thick with tension and all the unspoken words that neither of you could bring yourself to say. It was hard not to throw your arms around him at that moment. The way his eyes looked at you so soft, gentle like you were the most precious thing in the world. Your felt your heart rate quicken as he cupped your cheek, resisting the urge to lean into his touch but you couldn’t. You pressed your cheek against his palm, selfishly revelling in the way his skin felt against yours.

“Why are you drinking?” You asked gently.

“So I don’t have to think about you,” he pulled his hand away from you, looking down at the floor. “If I’m drinking then I don’t have to realise how badly I messed up, that I lost the one good thing I had.”

“Seunghyun,” you sighed. This time you did reach out to take his hand in yours. “I know it hurts. It hurts me too but what hurts the most is seeing you like this. Things are hard, I know but this isn’t you. You’re strong, you’re determined and… you can get through this. I’m not just talking about the breakup, I’m talking about everything else.”

“Yeah, not so sure about that,” he mumbled under his breath but you caught it.

You stood up, tugging at his hand to pull him up to his feet, too. Jiyong, who had been sitting away from you both to give you a moment, rushed over to help you. Each other you threw one of Seunghyun’s arms over your shoulders to help him stand because there was no way he could walk on his own two feet. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

Seunghyun didn’t even protest, instead he nuzzled his head into your neck, closing his eyes. You had never been more thankful for Jiyong in that moment as he helped pull Seunghyun into the cab. He had asked you if you wanted him to come with you but you shook your head, telling him you’d be fine and you’d call him in the morning to let him know how things were.

“You’re still so beautiful,” Seunghyun mumbled drunkenly as you helped him back into his apartment. Without Jiyong, it took you twice as long but you managed to drag him into his bedroom, placing him down on his bed. He laid back, allowing you to pull off his shoes. He was mumbling to himself but you didn’t quite catch it. When you were finished making him more comfortable, you were about to leave but he reached out, grabbing your wrist. “Stay with me?”

The pleading look in his eyes was too hard to refuse so you nodded your head, climbing onto the bed beside him. He wrapped his arms around you, sighing contently as he nuzzled into your hair. “I love you. Don’t leave me.”

“Let's talk in the morning when you’re sober, okay?”

Seunghyun drifted off to sleep quickly and, unsurprisingly, so did you. It was the first sleep you’d got in three weeks and it was all because you had your person. Maybe, just maybe you really would be able to fix this.

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oscpstri · 3 days ago

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gives you wings

ft. the '15 grid

the 2015 season has brought in some new faces. two of which make your knees wobbly and palms sweaty.

warnings: not proof read

note: love me some max verstappen and carlos sainz

( grid walk | mics up )

"It's a... it's a boring day is what it is. I've been sitting for an hour but because I'm so excited for this race to begin, I need to move," you start, recklessly bouncing up from your seat. You smoothen your pants and grip on tightly to your microphone.

"Come with me as I gather intel on the grid before this season starts, yeah?" You gesture towards the camera to follow as you move towards the bustling crowd in the pit lane.

It was the first race of the 2015 season. Pit crew members were buzzing about and VIP guests were taking pictures everywhere they could. You were sporting your Media Team Pass, making your way through the crowd and taking pictures with fans who knew you.

Although you only got the job in the summer break of last season, you had already stuck in everyone's minds. Fans of the sport knew you as their favorite F1 reporter and the drivers thought the same. You were young, only 19, but somehow you were here and you wouldn't change it for the world.

You glance behind you every now and then to make sure the camera was still following you, before craning your neck to try and find someone to claim as your first victim.

"Aha!" You exclaim, holding the microphone to your mouth before pointing at a certain Australian who had caught your eye. You swiftly move towards him, the camera crew assigned to you wobbling behind you. You moved fast.

As you get closer, he spots you and you could instantly see his eyes light up from inside his helmet before taking it off. You smiled back at this.

"Danny Ric! How are we doing today? I see you have the hometown glow." You comment, stopping right beside him before directing the microphone towards him.

"I'm doing great! Glad to be back home, y'know. Glad to see all the love from all the way over here. Family, friends, you get it."

You nod as he speaks, a smile etched onto your face. He was wearing his race suit, helmet and balaclava cradled in his arms. His signature smile took up his face, instantly making your day better.

"That's good to hear!"

"What are you doing walking around, anyway? I've never seen this segment before." He asks, looking between you and the camera. This fact was true. They normally only saw you for post-race interviews and social media content, you being out and about when it was this crowded was a sight to see.

"Yeah, I made it up just now. It's called... grid... walk. Yeah! Grid walk." You smile, impressed with how quick you racked your brain for names.

"Nice." Daniel compliments, showing you a big thumbs up. You mock curtsey at this, laughing at your doing before going back to your job.

"So Daniel, how do you- woah..." You stop mid-sentence as a pair in black and matching snapbacks walk past where you and the Red Bull driver stood. Daniel notices this and turns to see where you were looking, a knowing look appearing on his face as he notices the pair.

"Those are the Toro Rosso rookies?" You ask, mouth agape before turning to Daniel.

"You didn't know? Aren't you supposed to know that as a journalist?"

You blink profusely, also confused as to why you didn't know this information. Then it hits you. You look at the people behind the camera in disbelief, "Was this why you people told me faces didn't matter?"

No one answered, already getting a headache from the fact that their plan was exposed. Daniel just viewed the interaction, trying his best not to bust out laughing.

"I don't get distracted! I won't be distracted! In fact let's go on over to them right now!"

You stomp over to the two rookies, giving Daniel a small hug and wave before leaving. You don't know where this burst of confidence came from, but let me tell you, it went away immediately when you tapped on their shoulders and they both made eye contact with you.

'Uhh... hi! I'm-I'm gonna... Can I..." You stumble over your words, feeling so little under their heavy gazes. You blink like a deer in headlights before ditching the words completely and merely pointing to the camera. "Grid walk."

"Oh. Okay." They both share a look before turning themselves fully towards the camera.

"So!" You start, wiping your palms on the back of your pants and mustering up the biggest smile you could make without scaring them off.

"Carlos Sainz and Max Verstappen, our Toro Rosso lineup. Welcome to the grid!" They smile as you greet them, giving a small nod towards the camera.

"So tell me boys, how do we feel as we go into your debut Formula 1 race?"

"That was embarrassing," Sebastian quirks, giving you a reassuring clap on the shoulder. You groaned in response, your fingers going up to rub the bridge of your nose. "Why weren't you like that for me?"

Your head snaps up at the question, eyes narrowing at the stupid smirk on the veteran's face. "I did. In my room. Alone. Where I should be."

This seemed to be a bad decision though, as almost instantly, the Ferrari driver's face breaks out into a wide grin. "So I was your favorite last year?"

"God, you Red Bull drivers will be the end of me one day," you drop your head in defeat once again, a sigh leaving your lips.

The interview you did with the Torro Rosso rookies didn't go as you had hoped. Although it started off strong, your untimely demise came barging through in the form of Daniel Ricciardo, Sebastian Vettel, Lewis Hamilton, and Fernando Alonso.

You saw them from the corner of your eye. You, being the nice person that you are, smiled at them as they passed. You thought they would just wave, say hi, smile, and walk away, but no, they decided to make your life a living hell.

As you push the mic over to Carlos for him to answer, a loud holler echoes throughout the pit lane. Your eyebrows furrow for a beat, before you make out exactly who it belonged to.

You glance at the group of veteran drivers who were chuckling like school girls amongst themselves, talking in whispers as their eyes stay trained on you. The Toro Rosso lineup also glanced their way before focusing back on the camera in front of them.

You blink comically, dread rushing up your spine. "Look at that! Our little journalist has grown up!" Lewis starts, pointing at you.

"She's finally talking to those damn Toro Rosso rookies. Our ears are free!" Daniel exaggerates, already clutching his stomach.

The four break out into fits of laughter, hunched over each other like their lungs are about to give out. Your lips purse into a thin line, catching the eyes of the aforementioned rookies who only smirked in return.

You quickly end your segment with them, marching over to the adults cackling in the corner. "What the absolute hell?!"

Daniel wipes his eyes with tears, "That was hilarious!"

"Who's idea was that shitshow?" You ask, looking between them. Lewis puts his hands up in defense, Fernando following suit. "Wasn't me."

Your eyes narrow at the man in red, "Daniel's."

The Australian's mouth goes agape, "Oh, come on! What a snitch!"

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