#I am not okay I’m not okay I’m not saying it in a funny way I’m not alright

[paucubarsisimp]

say it back

pairings: pedri x reader, pablo gavi x reader, ferran torres x reader, pau cubarsi x reader, hector fort x reader, alejandro balde x reader, lamine yamal x reader, marc bernal x reader

summary: in which you prank your boyfriend by not saying “i love you” back

warnings: suggestive stuff!

a/n: for my bae, @hollyf1 <33 i hope you like it gorgeous x

୨ৎ pablo gavi

it was late afternoon in barcelona, golden light slipping through the windows, warming up the little apartment you and pablo shared. he was stretched out on the couch, head resting on your thighs, one hand tracing lazy circles on your knee, the other scrolling through his phone.

out of nowhere, with no warning, he looked up at you and said it. quiet, but sure.

“te quiero.”

you heard it. of course you did. but today? you felt like causing just a little chaos.

so you didn’t say it back.

you just kept playing with his hair, eyes on the tv, like he hadn’t said anything at all.

he blinked. “¿qué?”

you hummed. “hmm?”

“i just told you i love you,” he said, already sitting up a little. “you always say it back.”

you gave him a tiny smile. “mhm.”

he stared at you like you’d just ended your entire relationship. “mhm? are you messing with me?”

you shrugged, biting the inside of your cheek.

“nah, no. don’t do this to me right now.” he sat up fully now, dramatic as ever. “you’re mad at me. i knew it. is it the thing i said this morning? because i didn’t mean it like that—”

“pablo—”

“no, wait. be honest. what did i do? i’ll fix it.”

you burst into laughter, finally cracking. “oh my god, i’m joking.”

he froze. “what?”

“i was messing with you.”

he looked at you, dead serious. “you nearly gave me a heart attack. my soul left my body.”

you were still laughing as he flopped back onto the couch, groaning like the world had ended. “you’re so dramatic.”

“i’m passionate,” he muttered, pulling you down with him. “and you’re evil. beautiful, but evil.”

you kissed his cheek. “i love you.”

he huffed. “too late. damage is done.”

“pablito.”

“nope.”

you rolled your eyes, then leaned in, whispering, “te amo, mi vida.”

he peeked up at you, already melting a little. “okay fine. i forgive you.”

“wow. how generous.”

he smirked. “but i am getting revenge. just so you know.”

you raised an eyebrow. “should i be scared?”

he nodded. “terrified.”

but he kissed you right after, so you figured you could survive whatever chaos he was planning.

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୨ৎ pedri

pedri was lying next to you, half-asleep, hoodie sleeves pushed up, arm slung around your waist like he had no plans to let go anytime soon. his face was buried in the pillow, voice muffled and lazy when he said it.

“te quiero.”

you heard it, and yeah… it made your heart do that little thing it always did when he said that. but today? today you felt like messing with him.

so you didn’t say it back.

you just hummed softly and kept scrolling on your phone.

he lifted his head slightly. “¿lo escuchaste?”

you smiled without looking at him. “mmhm.”

a pause.

“…and?”

“and what?”

he blinked slowly, sitting up just a little, eyebrows knitting together in the way they always did when he was confused but trying not to overthink. “i just said i love you.”

you glanced at him. “oh. gracias.”

he stared at you. silent. blinked again. “gracias?”

you bit the inside of your cheek, staying calm. “yeah.”

he didn’t move. just looked at you for a long second like he was trying to figure out if this was a prank or if his heart had actually just been broken in real time.

“wait, are you mad at me?” he asked, voice lower now, more serious. “did i say something wrong?”

you couldn’t hold the laughter in anymore — you turned to him, grinning. “pedri. baby. i’m kidding.”

he narrowed his eyes at you, lips pressed together like he was trying not to smile. “that’s not funny.”

“it was a little funny.”

“my chest actually hurt,” he said, laying back down dramatically. “i thought we were over.”

you laughed, pulling him closer again. “you’re so dramatic.”

“i’m in love, not dramatic.”

you kissed his cheek. “i love you.”

he pretended to ignore you.

“pedri…”

nothing.

you kissed his jaw. “mi amor…”

he sighed like he was giving in. “now you say it?”

“i was always gonna say it.”

“still hurt,” he mumbled, burying his face in your neck. “wounded forever.”

“you’ll live.”

“barely.”

you smiled, running your fingers through his curls. “te quiero, pedri.”

“yeah, yeah,” he said, voice sleepy again. “we’ll see if you’re laughing when i get you back.”

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୨ৎ ferran torres

you and ferran were lounging on the couch, a movie playing quietly in the background, though neither of you were really paying much attention to it. his arm was casually draped over the back of the couch, fingers brushing against your shoulder as you scrolled through your phone.

out of nowhere, ferran turned his head toward you with that familiar, teasing smirk.

“te quiero,” he said, as if it was just a casual comment, but the way he said it made it feel a little more like a challenge.

you didn’t answer right away. you kept scrolling, pretending not to notice his expectant gaze.

he raised an eyebrow, leaning in slightly. “¿me escuchaste?”

you looked at him briefly and shrugged, still not making it easy. “mhm.”

ferran tilted his head, clearly not impressed. “just ‘mhm’? that’s all i get?”

you smirked and finally put your phone down, turning to face him. “yeah, why?”

his grin widened, a little mischievous now. “you’re not gonna say it back?”

you raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms casually. “what if i don’t?”

he leaned in closer, as if he was going to take you seriously, but the playful glint in his eyes said otherwise. “you really wanna do that, princesa?”

you couldn’t help but smile at his teasing tone. “maybe i do.”

ferran leaned back, clearly enjoying this little game. “well, i’m not letting you get away with that.”

he slid his hand over to gently tap your leg, like a reminder that he was still there, still waiting for that response.

“come on,” he said, voice light but with that confident edge. “i say i love you, and you’re just gonna leave me hanging?”

you chuckled and shrugged. “maybe i like leaving you hanging.”

he laughed, a deep, amused sound, then leaned in just a little closer, making sure you felt his presence. “i’m patient, princesa. but not that patient.”

you couldn’t help but laugh at his persistence. “you think i’m gonna say it just because you’re being dramatic?”

he grinned, giving you that cocky look. “oh, i know you will. it’s just a matter of when.”

with that, you finally gave in, shaking your head with a smile. “te quiero.”

ferran’s smile softened, but there was still that playful spark in his eyes. “took you long enough,” he said, leaning back comfortably, still keeping his arm around you.

you rolled your eyes, but you were smiling too. “you’re lucky i said it at all.”

“just wait till i get you back.”

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୨ৎ pau cubarsi

you and pau were sitting on the couch at his apartment, a movie playing in the background, though neither of you were really paying attention to it. pau was lying on his back, his head resting on your lap, scrolling through his phone while you absentmindedly ran your fingers through his hair.

the atmosphere was calm, comfortable. you had been dating for a while now, and things felt easy with pau — natural. but, of course, you couldn’t resist having a little fun.

after a few moments of silence, pau looked up at you, his eyes soft. "te quiero," he said quietly, his voice warm.

you felt a small smile tug at your lips as you met his gaze, but instead of immediately replying, you gave him a mischievous look.

he waited for a moment, clearly expecting you to say it back. you could tell he was being patient, that little glint of expectation in his eyes, but you decided to tease him a bit.

you simply nodded, a soft "mhm" escaping your lips.

pau blinked a couple of times, as if he wasn’t sure if he had heard you correctly. he straightened up slightly, looking at you with confusion. "what?"

you kept your gaze cool and nonchalant, pretending you hadn’t noticed his reaction. "i said 'mhm'," you replied casually.

he let out a small laugh, though you could see the playful frustration creeping into his expression. "no, no, no. i said te quiero, and you're supposed to say it back."

you shrugged, still pretending you were clueless. "i did say it back."

"uh-uh," he said, shaking his head with a grin. "that’s not how it works, princesa. you have to say it properly."

you leaned back into the couch, making sure to keep a neutral face. "why? i already said it… kinda."

pau’s eyebrows furrowed, and you could tell he was trying to hold back his laughter, but his patience was starting to wear thin. "come on, stop playing with me."

you let the silence drag on for a bit longer, enjoying how much it was getting to him. he shifted closer, putting his hand on your leg, eyes narrowing playfully.

"you know you want to say it back," he said with a smirk.

you met his eyes and raised an eyebrow. "oh, do i?"

he nodded, clearly confident in his charm. "i know you do."

you smiled sweetly but didn’t say a word. instead, you let your fingers gently tap his arm, pretending you hadn’t noticed how close he was getting.

pau exhaled dramatically, letting out a small, exaggerated groan. "this is torture, you know that?"

you finally couldn’t hold it anymore. your smile broke out into a grin, and you leaned in closer to him, your face softening as you whispered, "te quiero," just as he was about to say something else.

he paused, his whole demeanor shifting. a smile slowly spread across his face, and he shook his head, chuckling.

"te quiero, huh?" pau said with a playful grin. "took you long enough."

you couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped you. "you were starting to get dramatic," you teased, gently poking his side.

pau grinned wider, his hand resting on your waist as he pulled you closer. "i knew you’d say it eventually. but next time, don’t make me wait so long."

you laughed again, wrapping your arms around him. "i’ll make sure not to."

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୨ৎ hector fort

you and héctor were on the couch, the day winding down as you both relaxed after a long, busy week. he was lounging beside you, his arm casually draped over your shoulders while you fiddled with your phone, scrolling through random stuff. it was quiet, but not in an awkward way — just in the easy, comfortable silence you shared.

out of nowhere, héctor’s voice broke the stillness, calm but with a little something playful in his tone. "te quiero."

you didn’t immediately respond. instead, you kept your eyes glued to your phone, pretending like you didn’t even hear him.

he waited for a moment, clearly expecting a reply. when you didn’t say anything, he raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "¿no vas a decir nada?" he asked, sounding a bit more teasing now.

you shrugged without looking up. "what do you mean? i heard you."

"uh-huh," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "you heard me, but didn’t feel like saying it back, huh?"

you kept scrolling, acting like it was no big deal, but the mischievous glint in his eyes told you he was having fun with this. "maybe i just didn’t feel like it," you said casually, as though it was no big deal.

"oh, so that’s how it is?" he leaned in slightly, his tone playful but with a hint of challenge. "you’re really gonna make me wait?"

you shot him a quick glance, trying to keep your face neutral, but his smile was contagious. "maybe."

he leaned back into the couch, pretending to think for a moment, but you could see the smirk tugging at his lips. "you know, i’ve been pretty patient with you," he said, his voice low and teasing. "but if you’re gonna leave me hanging, i might just have to do something about it."

you raised an eyebrow, still pretending to be uninterested. "like what?"

"oh, i don’t know," he shrugged dramatically, "maybe i’ll just have to keep repeating it until you can’t stand it anymore. or maybe i’ll just—"

"te quiero," you cut him off, finally giving in with a teasing smile, "happy now?"

his eyes lit up, a triumphant grin crossing his face. "finally! i was starting to wonder if i was gonna have to resort to more drastic measures," he teased, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your cheek. "but now i know you really do love me."

you couldn’t help but laugh, rolling your eyes. "you’re ridiculous."

"you know you love me," he said confidently, his hand gently resting on your waist. "next time, don’t make me wait so long."

you smiled, enjoying how easily he could shift from teasing to serious in an instant. "fine, fine. i’ll be quicker next time."

"that’s all i ask," he replied, pulling you closer, his voice warm and content. "but if you think you can get away with not saying it back again, we’ll see how long you can hold out next time."

you chuckled, resting your head on his shoulder. "i’ll keep that in mind."

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୨ৎ alejandro balde

you and alejandro were lounging on the couch in his apartment, both of you winding down after a long day. the tv was on, but neither of you were really paying attention to it. he was lying next to you, his arm casually draped around your shoulders, his head resting against yours.

out of nowhere, he turned to you, his voice light and a little teasing. "te quiero."

you looked up from your phone, raising an eyebrow at him. you didn’t say anything right away, though. instead, you just smiled to yourself and kept scrolling.

alejandro’s grin faltered for a second, clearly expecting a quicker response. "¿qué pasa? no me vas a decir nada?" he asked, his tone already playfully accusing.

you shrugged, acting casual. "i did hear you."

"mhm, but you didn’t say it back," he said, a slight grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. you could see the challenge in his eyes. "what’s going on? you’re making me wait?"

you could feel the playful tension rising as he waited for your reply. you looked at him with a teasing smile. "maybe i’m just thinking about it."

alejandro leaned in a little, his lips pulling into a smirk. "thinking about it, huh?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow. "i see how it is. you just wanna leave me hanging?"

you let the silence stretch on for a moment longer, not replying immediately, letting him get more curious.

he shifted, propping himself up on his elbow to look at you, his eyes narrowing just a bit. "you’re not gonna say it back, are you?" he asked, sounding more amused than frustrated.

"maybe not," you said with a shrug, still not giving him the satisfaction of a full reply.

alejandro let out a dramatic sigh, pretending to be wounded. "ouch, that hurts," he said, though there was no mistaking the teasing tone in his voice. "but i’ll give you one more chance."

you chuckled at how much he was playing it up, finally putting your phone down and meeting his gaze. "why should i say it back?" you asked with a sly smile.

he leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping to a more playful, almost smug tone. "because you know you love me," he said, the smirk on his lips growing wider. "and i’m pretty sure you don’t want to make me beg."

you rolled your eyes, but you could already feel yourself breaking. "fine," you said, barely holding back your laughter. "te quiero."

alejandro immediately flashed a grin, his posture relaxing as he pulled you close. "finally," he said, his voice full of satisfaction. "was that so hard?"

"you’re ridiculous," you laughed, resting your head on his shoulder.

he laughed too, wrapping his arm around you. "hey, it’s your fault for making me wait. i’m just making sure you know how much i like hearing it."

you smiled, feeling the warmth of the moment. "next time, i won’t make you wait."

"i’m counting on it," he said with a grin, leaning in to kiss your forehead. "but don’t think you can get away with not saying it next time."

you chuckled, enjoying how playful he was. "we’ll see."

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୨ৎ lamine yamal

the apartment smelled like garlic and something good simmering. music played low from the speaker — something chill, maybe feid or bad bunny, one of lam’s go-tos. you were at the stove, focused on stirring the pasta sauce, and behind you, lamine leaned against the counter with that lazy little smirk of his.

he was watching you like he always did when he was in that soft mood — hoodie on, curls a bit messy, probably still thinking about training but pretending like he wasn’t.

“i love you,” he said, like it was just another thing to throw into the air. casual. natural.

you smiled a little to yourself, but didn’t say it back.

there was a pause.

“wait… did you hear me?”

“hmm?” you asked, pretending to be super focused on the sauce.

“i said i love you.”

you glanced over your shoulder, gave him a soft smile, and just said, “oh yeah. i heard you.”

he blinked. “so say it back.”

you shrugged, turning off the stove. “no need. i already know.”

he stared at you, eyes wide like you’d just told him you hated football. “nah… no, no, no. don’t play like that.”

you walked past him, brushing his arm, trying to hold in your laugh. “i’m not playing.”

he followed you into the living room immediately, hands in the air. “so that’s it? you’re not gonna say it back? after everything we’ve been through?”

you flopped onto the couch, cool as ever. “you’ll survive, superstar.”

“this is emotional damage,” he muttered, sitting down next to you like his whole world just ended. “i scored two goals last week. i deserve better.”

“you want a trophy or something?”

“no. i want my te amo back.”

you bit your lip, trying not to laugh. he was pouting now, head thrown back on the cushion, being 100% dramatic.

“fine,” you whispered, leaning close. “i love you.”

he peeked at you with one eye. “you’re only saying it ‘cause you felt bad.”

“maybe.”

“hm. fake.”

you kissed his cheek. “you still smiled, though.”

he rolled his eyes, pulling you onto his lap like he couldn’t stay mad if he tried. “you’re lucky you’re cute.”

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୨ৎ marc bernal

the apartment was quiet, save for the soft hum of the washing machine and the occasional clink of your spoon against the bowl. you were both sitting on the floor — something you did often. no couch, no noise. just the two of you, sharing cereal and quiet.

marc had a blanket thrown over his shoulders like some kind of sleepy king. curls a little messy, eyes still heavy from his nap. he was always like this after long days — quiet, but not tired of you. never tired of you.

he looked up at you suddenly, like something just came to mind.

“t’estimo,” he said softly, voice low.

you glanced over and smiled, but didn’t say it back. just kept eating, like you didn’t notice.

he blinked. “hey.”

“hm?” you didn’t meet his eyes.

“did you hear what i said?”

“yeah,” you said, cool as ever.

he tilted his head, trying to read your face. “and?”

you wiped a bit of milk from your lip with your sleeve. “and nothing.”

“nothing?” he repeated, a small laugh slipping out. “you’re really not gonna say it back?”

you shrugged. “maybe you’ve heard it enough.”

he didn’t say anything for a second. just looked at you with those warm, steady eyes. the ones that didn’t rush anything. he picked at the edge of the blanket.

“you always say it back.”

you looked over at him, pretending to be serious. “maybe i’m starting a new trend.”

he smiled, slow and crooked. “you’re not serious.”

you didn’t answer — just leaned your head against the wall and looked away dramatically, like some indie film character.

he scooted closer, bowl in hand, now clearly onto you. “you’re messing with me.”

“maybe.”

he laughed again, but there was something soft behind it. “i was starting to think i did something wrong.”

you finally turned toward him, kissed his shoulder lightly, and whispered, “i love you, bernal.”

he gave you a look. one of those quiet little grins that made your chest feel stupidly warm. “you forgot something.”

“what?”

“saying it when i say it. not five minutes later.”

you rolled your eyes playfully. “you’ll live.”

he leaned in, forehead resting against yours. “barely.”

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[violet-moonvine]

Hand in Hand

I stand at the threshold of Soli’s hab.

In front of me is an impossibility. Beautiful trees, cobblestone streets, and smiling faces all revolve on colossal rings around the radiant central axis of the Menara, a whole world in miniature beyond the reach of scarcity and capital.

Behind me is the hab where I’ve spent the two most important weeks of my life, and the kindest, gentlest person I’ve ever known.

It feels like I’ve stood here for hours.

Catching up with my old crewmates should be an easy thing. It hasn’t been long. The pub where we agreed to meet is nearby, and apparently it even serves the weirdass Viburnian pub food most of us remember from before the ships came down and took us from one hell to another. And judging from some of those screen names in the group chat, I might not be the only one there sporting a shiny new gender.

“Are you alright, Natalie?” Soli asks. “Do you need help?”

Natalie.

I’ve heard people complain that affini are too fond of using pet names to address people. It makes them feel funny. Demeaned. Personally, I can’t relate. Nothing makes my heart flutter like hearing “Natalie” in the angelic voice of Soli Actipsis, 2nd Bloom. It makes me melt every time.

“It’s fine, Miss,” I say. “Just nervous.”

A half truth. The prospect of meeting “The Lads” as I am now is a little intimidating, sure, but deep down, I’m terrified that what’s stopped me in my tracks is not who I’m about to meet, but who I’m about to leave behind.

She’s done so much for me. She’s the one who encouraged me to be honest with myself and with her about my gender, after keeping it locked up for so long. She’s the one who calmed me down after waking up with that weird medical implant. The one who medicates me every morning. Who helped me walk again, who helped me eat normal food again, and so on, and so on. If the Affini believed in debt, then mine is one I could never repay.

Which is why it sucks that I’m down bad for her.

I have been ever since I woke up, after the Punisher was boarded, and I still don’t know how it happened. All I know is that I heard her serene voice, I saw her gentle, honey-gold eyes, and Limb-Loosening Eros took me.

It’s not fair to her to feel like this, to want even more from someone who’s given me so much. To want to hear her call me Hers. To know what her flower petal lips taste like. To be surrounded by her, in ways only an affini can.

I see her perfect face on the inside of my eyelids. I hear her voice in the quiet of my mind. I smell the phantom traces of her perfume in every corner of her hab.

I feel like I’m standing on the edge of a volcano, and the part of me that holds me back from jumping gets weaker every day.

And it is a danger, at least of a sort. She’s given me a whole life to live, on my own terms, in a way that I could never have imagined even a month ago. A life free of poverty, free of mandatory work, and free of the pressure to exist for another. And I’m already daydreaming about giving it up. To be a floret is not a punishment, but it’s certainly a forfeiture of everything Soli’s given me.

And if even taking a step outside Soli’s hab is fucking me up this bad, I’m really in danger.

“Natalie, you haven’t frozen have you?”

Her voice finds its way inside my chest and coils around my heart.

“N-no, Miss. I’m not sure why, but…” I try to take a step outside. My foot crosses the threshold, then retreats like a bug scuttling back under a rock.

“It’s okay that you’re nervous, little Natalie. Maybe having some moral support would steel your nerves?”

It takes me a few seconds to piece together her meaning. She wants to come with me.

I turn to look at her. Her two gentle ambers pull my attention.

I almost say yes.

“S-shouldn’t I do this myself? I need to- to get used to being-”

“Nonsense.” She interrupts me. I let her. “Part of being independent is recognizing when you need help, after all. Let me come to the pub with you.”

That seems reasonable.

Soli stands up from her seat to join me. I watch her flowing, goldenrod hair bounce in time with her elegant gait. Her simulated high heel boots click-clack against the floor. Her form is mesmerizing, and the way her “boots” and her Lady Godiva hair contrast with her otherwise seemingly undressed body just makes me feel all the more sinful for it. I tell myself it’s like she’s wearing a catsuit. Unsurprisingly, that doesn’t help.

She walks up to me, towering above me, at probably twice my height. I wonder what it would feel like to curl up in her lap.

“Here, my little Natalie. Take my hand. Let’s go together.”

I nearly swoon. My little Natalie.

And then I register the rest of what she said.

The last time I let her touch me was the night I woke up. I was still exhausted, barely recovered from… everything. And I let her bathe me.

I dreamed about her touch for nights afterward.

She was perfectly respectful and quick about it, a consummate professional. A growing part of me wishes she hadn’t been.

I look up. Soli extends her hand down for me to take.

I shouldn’t.

I think it would end me.

It might actually break me.

My hand rises, in defiance of my will. My fingertips slide against hers. I feel the deceptively soft flesh of her fingertips against the swirling ridges of my own as they slide deeper into her, by inch by ruinous inch. My fresh, red nails disappear over the horizon of my knuckles, eclipsed by hers. The disparity in the size of our hands makes me nearly swoon all over again. It reminds me how small I am. How vulnerable. Soli could do anything she wanted to me, and it’s by the grace of her honorable character that she’s used this power for good. I almost wish she’d use it for evil. It’s not like I could stop her. I probably wouldn’t even try.

My hand tries to close around her fingers, but she continues her advance down my arm. Not content to merely hold my hand, in a chaste, finger-against-finger position, she swallows my whole hand in hers. She wants to take it, every inch.

I feel my heart race.

She engulfs me in her powerful hand, and she holds me tight. It’s warm. I feel the currents of hot sap coursing beneath the soft surface of her palm. I feel my own heartbeat in the rhythmic expansions of my fingertips against her. She must feel it too. Does she know?

I scrabble around the inside of her hand, desperate to somehow make this gesture symmetrical. To prove that I have at least a little agency in this arrangement. I fail, of course. The Affini don’t do symmetrical. She’s taken my hand as presumptuously as she’s shouldered the burden of my recovery, and in neither case is anything expected of me. My sentence is to be cared for, and to give nothing in return.

My hand submits to hers, and simply rests within its belly, palm-to-palm. I rub my fingers against her simulated palmar muscle. I can feel the strength in them.

I look at the verdant cocoon surrounding my hand, squeezing it tight.

I feel it squeezing my heart tight, too.

My eyes squeeze shut.

I’ve clung so hard to my coming independence. I should get to live a life of my choosing, on my own terms. The opportunity is right there for the taking. For the first time in my life, the only thing in my way is me.

And I still want it.

I just want Her more.

Something in me shudders apart.

I let go.

A tear meanders down my cheek. It’s warm and gentle, like her. My breathing slows. The static in my mind clears.

I look back up at Soli. She returns my gaze with nothing but love and patience.

I resolve to ask her the Big Question tonight, after dinner. I hope she says “yes.”

“W-we should get going, Miss,” I say.

“Lead the way. My little natalie~,” she says.

[aeribbon]

unconditional | jeong jaehyun

summary; when the latest guest on your ''little'' show happens to be your boyfriend

featuring; jaehyun x podcaster!reader

fc; yesly dimate

warnings; english isn't my first language + not proofread yet

an; i love being a jaehyun stan ughhh !! taking requests if you guys ever have an idea :) + likes and reblog are appreciated ;)

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EXTRACTS FROM THAT’S (NOT) DEEP FEAT. QUEN BLACKWELL

season 2, episode 6: why do mean fear astrology but trust vibes ?

yn: welcome back to That’s (Not) Deep, the only podcast where we psychoanalyze our exes, ourselves, and sometimes the moon.

today, i am joined by the girl, THEE internet menace turned philosophical genius: Quen Blackwell

quen: ouhhh clock it i like that "philosophical genius"

[02:30; they hate the stars but love the vibes]

yn: okay so real question: why do men act like astrology is fake but be like, “idk you just don’t give me good energy”?

quen: no bc they’ll say astrology isn’t real and then be like “i had a weird dream about my ex so i’m not going out today.” like baby… you’re using the spiritual wi-fi and denying the router.

yn: not the spiritual wi-fi

[10:45; star sign or red flag ?]

yn: “ghosted you and then liked your IG story three minutes later.”

quen: SCORPIO. final answer.

yn: correct.

“told you he ‘doesn’t believe in labels’ but called you his wife in public.”

quen: GEMINI.

yn: …that’s a Libra actually

quen: same thing if we’re being honest !

[27:34: voice note game]

(you play unhinged anonymous voice notes from listeners who blamed astrology for their mistakes)

voice note: “so i cheated but it was during eclipse season and i’m a sagittarius soooo…”

quen: she’s innocent. let her go.

[38:00; closing]

yn: so what did we learn today ?

quen: men are just emotionally constipated air signs.

you: and that’s not deep… or is it?

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tried to write this instead of studying for my competitive exam to enter the uni of my dream who happens to be on this saturday

-> not proofread ofc

[chaos--s]

platonic yandere! little brother x reader

--

"Your phone's about to kill itself."

Your friend points out, the constant vibrating has it near the edge of the table. You manage a weak smile at the joke as you pick up your phone.

Is it your worried parent, asking where you were? No.

dude where are u

it's abt to be 8 pm, come back 

Your younger brother. Your eye twitches as another message comes through and it's him again. The same thing he's texted you the last 50 messages.

where are u???? this isn't funny anymore

Hanging out with your friends without him was a crime apparently, because if he didn't have his eyes on you at all times you were going to die. Because without him, you were not safe. Apparently. Obviously that wasn't true. You were perfectly capable of having one night out without him shadowing you.

It's been years. Your brother has grown up enough where he has his own friends, he doesn't need to hang out with you anymore. You don’t have to look after him or dote on him anymore.

i'm coming to pick u up

You sigh, there was no stopping him now. Better to cut your time off with your friends short before you get embarrassed in front of your friends. You shiver as the memory of the other time he came and got you, dragging you back to his car in front of all your friends.

"Caleb?" One of your friends speaks up, noticing how you suddenly became quiet. "Yeah. Sorry, gotta go."

They wave you off. "It's alright. Older siblings sucks sometimes, huh."

You stop before you walk out the door, looking at your friend. "What? You think he's older than me?" You ask. They shrug. "I mean. I know you hate when I mention it but last week when he barged in and dragged you back-"

You feel the second hand embarrassment already and you cut them off. "Nevermind. I'm older. By a few years too, so don't get it twisted."

They raise their hands in mock surrender. You sigh, ignoring the continuous buzzing in your pocket as you finally exited the cafe.

You rolled your eyes when you saw his car already parked outside the cafe, his window rolled down as he glared at you. You prepare yourself for a lecture as you enter the car anyways, seeing as he was gripping the steering wheel as if it angered him in some way. 

“It’s late.” He grits out. You really weren’t in the mood for his lecturing. “Barely.”

“It’s dark out. You didn’t drive here, were you planning on walking all alone in the middle of the night?”

Your eye twitches involuntarily as each word that comes out of his mouth makes you more angry. Maybe you could give him some grace, at least he didn’t barge into the cafe again. But still, he forced you to leave early yet again just because he was worried about your safety. Somehow being more strict than your own parents.

“I could’ve just gone home with Jess.” A good friend. He scoffs. “What, the friend that can’t even drive properly? Didn’t she crash three times already?”

“What’s your problem?” You finally ask, facing him. “You’re acting as if I can’t take care of myself. I can. I took care of you, I can definitely take care of myself so get off my fucking back.” 

Finally, for the first time since you got in the car, he stopped talking. Choosing to stare straight forward as he shifts his hands on the steering wheel. You sigh, looking out the window. After a few moments, you hear sniffling. 

“I…” He starts, voice thick with emotion. “I was just worried… you’re my big sibling and I didn’t want you to be hurt. I wanted you to be safe.” 

The tears were fake, crocodile tears. You had to remind yourself of it, because he knew that you would melt every time he turned on the waterworks. Every single time he started crying when you got angry at him, your heart would break and whatever happened before would dissolve as you comforted him. 

“I’m sorry.” His voice was wavering as he struggled to keep the tears at bay. Fake tears, you repeated in your head, fake tears. If he says anything else-

“I really am sorry.” He repeats himself.

“Okay fine.” You mutter, rubbing your hand over your face. You were weak to your little brother, what could you say? “You forgive me?” 

“Nope. I’m not mad at you anymore though, so quit apologizing.” You have to be stern somewhere. He sighs, but he does stop apologizing. The rest of the car ride was silent, save for the radio playing softly in the background. For some reason, guilt weighs on your heart.

When you finally arrive home, Caleb silently disappears into what you assumed was his room. You wanted to follow behind and flop onto your bed, but your mom calls you over. She’s sitting in the dining area, a huge smile on her face.

You smile slightly at her, a little weirded out at her giddiness. “Why are you so happy, I'm scared.” She lightly smacks your arm at the comment. “Don’t ruin this for me. It’s nice seeing your brother taking care of you.”

“Is it?” You grumble. “Aw c’mon, didn’t you text him to pick you up? He told me you did.” 

You sighed. Why are you not surprised? “I guess. I’m tired though, I’m turning in early.” 

Your mom gives you a quick peck on your cheek before allowing you to go to your bedroom. The night you just had was weighing on you and sleeping sounds amazing, but of course, you couldn’t just be left alone for a few minutes. 

Caleb sat on your bed, cuddling one of your stuffed animals and fiddling with its ears. You feel another headache coming on as you shut the door behind you. “What are you doing here-”

“You’re still mad at me.” He’s pouting. You’re tired. You’re tired and you just want to go to sleep.

“I am.” You simply reply, taking a seat next to him. It feels like he’s 10 years old again, begging for you to hang out with him. He opens his mouth but you stop him before he can apologize again. 

“You don't have to apologize. I get it, you're worried. But you can't keep doing this.” You place a hand over his, offering some comfort. You didn't want him to cry again, despite his intimidating stature he truly is a sensitive kid.

"Your friends hate me. Every time you go out I miss you," He looks at you with wet eyes. "I wanna hang out with you more. Do you hate me?"

"Of course I don't, but-"

"Then stop going out with your friends so much, hang out with me more." He has himself wrapped around you now, arms wrapped around your waist as he lays his head on your chest.

In other words, he wants you to forgive him and he won't move until you say it and comfort him afterwards. This was his way of forcing you to forgive him.

"Alright, alright. I forgive you." You mutter, you raise a hand to brush his hair gently. "Will you leave now?"

"No. You owe me cuddles."

[aimfor-theheart]

men love to try and tee me up for their next relationship while they’re still dating their current gf and i am never interested. NEVER.

[a-concert-just-for-me]

QB ADHD test is crazy for autists bc tell me why you’re gonna strap this super uncomfortable headband to my head and also have the lights bright in the room bright af and then have the laptop flash images at me too

Like????????

[heyclickadee]

So, my family is rewatching Rings of Power, and since I’m the one in the family that read The Silmarillion (like a masochist), I’m the one who keeps getting asked all the questions.

[the-worms-in-your-bones]

Me seeing someone with a cool name: oooooo, what if

Another part of my brain: no. we spent enough time getting to Jonah. we’re not doing it again

[lightblueminecraftorchid]

I love learning ASL it’s so good. Makes me happy to learn it. I’m so glad my university has classes for it with professors actually steeped in Deaf culture.

[hopecomesbacktolife]

classical music rant ahead~

I’m not gonna reblog the post itself because people can’t be normal in the notes* but oh my god that “if it sounds like X, it’s Y composer” post is the most infuriatingly, wildly inaccurate thing. “mansplaining” for Wagner?!? REALLY?!? Saying Bach sounds “like a vampire” what does that even meANNNN. don’t get me started on the Beethoven (!!) and Shostakovich ones or I will turn into an incoherent seething mess. it’s worse than just being inaccurate even, it’s insulting to their music and range how inaccurate that user’s descriptions are.

like. there’s so many ways to make FUNNY posts about classical music!!! throwback to my prof bringing in shot glasses and grape juice when we covered Tristan and Isolde! Throwback to my cinnaminim meme!! Throwback to the [redacted] symphony members MEME GROUP where we EXCLUSIVELY SHARED CLASSICAL MUSIC MEMES. throwback to my Bach shirt with CHICKENS ON IT. Composer memes. Symphony memes. Translation memes. Oboi. drunk sugar plum fairy. old twoset skits. like.

I just. keep classical music accessible, yes. criticize it, yes! love it, yes! meme on it, yes!! remix it in sillygoofy ways! yes! Be silly and unserious or serious and yearning about it! Or both/all/more all at once! by all means!!! just. don’t make a joke that’s unfunny because it’s wildly inaccurate, then get mad at me for not laughing. 😐 like. lemme just call you the scarecrow because of this wild strawman fallacy logic you’re exhibiting.

*apparently some tumblr users can’t understand the concept of “this joke isn’t funny and it’s probably because the ‘joke’ isn’t really very accurate to the subject matter itself” because any time someone in the notes says that, people accuse them of being “elitist about classical music” like bro what. that is just. false equivalence. saying a joke isn’t funny because it’s inaccurate isn’t elitism it’s just the truth

[borom1r]

I need to fuck him so bad it does, in fact, make me look stupid

[sodacowboy]

oh. oh no. I don’t know ANYTHING about music.

[reignpage]

Munchkins

The different ways the JJK men eat pussy

Gojo: like it’s a game

He thinks shit be funny when it’s really not. Fingers spreading your lips apart, he’ll coo at the quivering of your hole. 

“Oh look, she’s talking to me,” he mutters to himself, grinning. “Hi, pretty baby. Whatcha trying to say? ‘You’re so handsome, Satoru?’ And, ‘You’re the best lover I’ve ever had?’”

When he continues his little conversation, you know he’s genuinely getting lost in his own delusions. A whimper of frustration leaves you. That grabs his attention and with a mock gasp of shock, he presses an apologetic kiss right on your clit, sucking as hard as he can to really get his point across. 

“Awwwwww, baby. I’m sorry. Bet you were feeling left out, huh? Okay, okay. Time to get serious.” 

And then a wide tongue is splaying flat against your entire pussy, spreading your wetness around as he motorboats your sloppy cunt, humming a breathy laugh at the juicy sounds that he elicits. “How’s -ha- this? Better? God, you taste so good. Been eating pineapples, haven’t you?”

“S-shut up, Toru,” you groan. 

“Hey, don’t be mean,” he grumbles with no real heat. 

The orgasm that washes over you is powerful and you can’t conjure a single word out even when he quizzes you like an idiot, rubbing in that he's made you feel so good, you're left silent and dumb. “What day is it? No, I don’t think it’s ‘oh fuckkkk.’ Let's try so something easier. Can you recite pi to the one hundredth digit, baby? No? Yeah, me neither. Aw, you look so pretty. I should take a picture, shouldn’t I? Okay, okay, hold that face. Gonna get a camera.”

Geto: like it’s a test

“Come on, pretty.” He pulls away from your cunt, lips glistening with your juices and you have to fight the urge to close your legs from sudden embarrassment. “You’re pulling my hair too hard. How am I supposed to give you all my attention if you’re pulling me away, hmm?”

Lying down on his stomach, he’s placed himself in the most comfortable position for him to do everything it takes to bring you pleasure. And just as he said, locks of his silky black hair pool through your fingers as you tug every time the tip of his tongue rolls your bundle of nerves with expert precision. 

“Sorry, Sugu,” you find the clarity to whimper out. 

His arm reaches out to grip a breast and the weight makes his eyes roll back. As if punishing you for distracting him, he pinches a nipple and shoves his tongue inside your pussy, feeling the gummy walls clench down. Your back arches. “’s okay, pretty girl. Just —mhm so well-behaved— focus on the pleasure, alright?”

"Oh, Suguru, I can't. S-so good, oh yes, right there."

A thumb finds its way onto your clit, rubbing in precise and controlled circles; he knows just how you like it. Your moans get louder and louder. “Close? Tell me what you need. Talk to me,” he pleads. 

The smile that fills your blurry vision after a wonderful orgasm blinds you. His eyes explore your face, seeking every twitch and sigh like it fuels him, and maybe it does because his hard, leaking cock pushes in slowly, massaging every pleat inside your pulsing walls. 

“Let me hear more of your beautiful moans. Fuck, I can’t get enough of you.”

Choso: like an addict

You’re kneeling in the living room, pulling fibres from the plush carpet. Shorts pulled down, you can do nothing to stop the man moaning behind you as he sucks your clit with no technique. His tongue is venturing all the way down and all the way up, chasing after the taste of you. 

“Fuck! Choso, w-what is wrong with you?”

The day had started like normal. On your way to the kitchen, he murmured something about how good you smelt, and, without warning, tackled you onto the ground. This is so typical of him; he eats you out in the shower, against the front door, the window, in the car, in a park, and so on and so forth. And he does it all shamelessly.

“Sorry, I just -mhm- c-couldn’t help -ah so good- myself.”

It’s wet everywhere and not just from the waterfall of juices streaming out of your pulsing hole. Choso’s drooling —no, practically slobbering— all over your thighs, lapping up every drop. Despite all the times he’s tasted you, he can never get enough. 

Most days you have to fight him off, throwing pillows at his face and swatting his wandering hands even when he pouts and asks, “But why?”

And when you cum, mind completely blank as you pant desperately, face firmly planted on the carpet as his hands hold your hips up, his mouth doesn’t stop. 

“Ah, can I have one more?” He presses his cheek to your slit with a squelch and smooshes it, enjoying the heat against his clammy skin. “Please?”

You roll your eyes.

"No, don't crawl away. That's not nice. Oh, do you wanna do it on the kitchen counter? Okay!"

Toji: like a big meanie

“God, she’s talkative today, ain’t she?”

In his defence, you deserve this. He had just come home from a long day being a killer for hire and fell on the bed with just a grunt. You should have let him rest, you knew that, but in your defence, he’s sexy as hell.

Literally walking sex. 

“Y’r soaking the bed like a slut, look at you. Didn’t you grow out of this habit, ma? What kinda example you trying to show to our kid?”

His fingers are pummelling inside your pussy, curling against your G-spot without mercy. The pressure he’s building inside rivals the vacuum of his mouth on your clit. “Just had to climb up and sit on my damn face, didn’t ya? Couldn’t keep it in your pants? What? I don’t give it to ya enough? No, ‘course not, cause this dirty pussy always needs to be stuffed full, doesn’t she?”

There’s no particular rhythm to your grinding, and your desperation makes the corner of his scarred lip tick up. When you look down, your eyes meet his and the wink he sends you drives you over the edge. 

“That’s a new record ha. Must have been pent up, poor baby. Good thinking taking what you want when you need. Proud of ya, kid.”

Out of breath, you ask with a little shame, “You're not mad?”

SMACK!

Your asscheek is burning from the slap and you fall down on the bed with a ‘fuck you!’

“How long have ya known me, dumbass? I could be bleeding from a bullet in the chest and I’d still let you ride my dick.”

Nanami: like a man in love

“Sweetheart, are you sure I’m not distracting you?” 

For whatever reason, your husband still feels guilty about his desire despite all the years you've been together. Watching you slave away at the stove was apparently a stimulating sight. In his own Kento way of saying ‘thank you,’ he had cuddled up behind you, pressing kisses on your neck with his hands wandering down your curves. 

Moaning, you do your best to stir even when his face is shoved in between your thighs, suckling on your pussy from behind. “Ken, you silly man. Of course you’re —ngh!— d-distracting me but it’s a good —oh, Ken— distraction, d-don’t worry.”

“Really? Oh, that makes me so happy, darling, because I really couldn’t hold on any longer.” Even when he’s being absolutely filthy as he forces naughty squelches out of your sensitive pussy, he’s being so sweet — occasionally, he lays kisses on your clit, whispering praises like he’s spell-struck. “My lovely wife. My beautiful wife. My darling love.”

His warm breath and his even warmer words pushes you to the light and you’re spasming in his hands and on his mouth. 

“That’s it, honey. Such a good girl. How did I get so lucky?”

Then, sweaty and elated, he stands to full height and smothers you in a kiss. Distantly, you hear the click of the stove before you’re carried away, bridal-style to your bedroom. Your giggles makes him smile and, when he lays you down gently on the bed, he takes you in with a sparkle in his eyes. 

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Let me show you my sincerity, sweetheart.”

Sukuna: like a liar 

When you had wandered into the garden, you hadn’t expected that you’d get pulled to the side, off the path, and pushed against a tree. Before you can process anything, your lips are being devoured by his — sharp teeth, unforgiving lips, and a growl echoing in your mouth. 

A big hand worms its way through your layers and tears off your flimsy panties with one yank. Just as the cool breeze meets your slit, a palm covers the entire area. 

“Kuna, w-what are you doi—Ah, fuck!”

A long and wet tongue prods its way around, rolling your clit with reckless abandon. You hear both mouths, from his face and his hand, growl in satisfaction at the taste of you. “I could sense your growing need, woman. It was overwhelming. And as your king, I must fulfil my duty and grant you one moment of pleasure. Rejoice in my benevolence.”

That’s definitely not the case since you were thinking of nothing but what to cook for dinner but you know him; he hides his desires with what he knows best. 

Deceit. 

“I’ve barely done anything and look at you, writhing like a worm. How pathetic,” he snarls. Sukuna kisses your lips the way he eats your pussy: like he’s desperate and hungry — positively starved.

Your orgasm is practically forced out of you, taken like it was always his to begin with. Deep in the back of your mind, you hope no servants have wandered near, or hell, stepped foot in the garden at all because your moans and whimpers were unreserved.

“Your moans are grating on the ears. Try to do less squealing like a mouse when you take both of my cocks, woman.”

[readwritealldayallnight]

“And you ladies are goin’ to be alright?”

“Oh yeah, cabbie’s on his way for us. You go ahead and get this one home.” Your friends giggle as they take their turns hugging you goodbye, the process taking nearly ten minutes thanks to the never ending drinks you’ve all had tonight.

It was a rare night out for you, celebrating a friends birthday at a bar with your girl gang. With your busy schedules, it was difficult to find time to get together as often, and when you did, your friends went hard. Shot after shot, drink after drink, you’d definitely been beyond tipsy for a while now.

Simon, who had come to pick you up at the end of the night, was thoroughly entertained by the sight of his intoxicated little sweetheart, all giggly and rosy cheeked. Making sure your friends has their own safe way of getting home, he slipped an arm around your waist, wanting to prevent your stumbling legs from landing you face first on the bar floor, and led you towards the exit.

“Oh my gosh.” You giggle, your own arm trying to wind behind his large muscular back. “Simon I’m so happy you’re heeeeeeere! I missed you so much.”

“S’that right?” He humours you, holding the door open with his side as he manages to steer you out of the building and out to the car park. “You an’ the girls have only been out for a few hours, lovie.”

“Well it was a flew, no a few! It was a few hours too long!” You drunkenly mumbled, making Simon’s smile widen, his mind already going over the different painkillers in your bathroom cabinet he could give you in the morning for the hangover you were sure to get. “A few hours too many, away from my Si guy! I don’t like not being with youuuuuu.”

“I know, lovie, I don’t like being apart either. But you’re allowed to have fun with the girls every once in a while.” He attempted to reason with you, fishing a hand into his jacket pocket in search of the keys. “You had fun, right?”

“Yeeesssss… but I like you! So much!”

“I like you too.” He chuckled at you. “If ya had fun s’all that matters. And I’m here now aren’t I? Said I’d come get ya.” He adds, tightening his grip around you in emphasis, not wanting to shake you too much, unsure as to exactly how many drinks you had.

“Oh my gosh that’s so nice to say…” you began drawling on before your feet came to an abrupt halt, nearly causing Simon to stumble forward himself as he stopped alongside you. “Wait…” you mumbled, eyes glancing ahead at the familiar sight of Simon’s truck. “Are you driving me?”

He can’t help but to softly chuckle to himself again, completely endeared by the way drunken you has your face scrunched up in consideration, apparently having forgotten that between the two of you, Simon would in fact be the one behind the wheel.

“I am.” He replies simply, watching you process his words.

“Okay, well, I just need to call Soap first.” You mumble, trying to pull your phone out of your back pocket with great effort.

“What’ya need to call that tosser for?” Simon asked, now the one feeling confused.

“I’ve just never actually written a will, and if you’re driving then I think I should probab- ahh!” You squeal as Simon scoops you up over his shoulder, swatting a large hand against the plump of your behind, covering the short distance to the passenger side.

“Yeah yeah, very funny, cheeky girl.” He says, opening the door and helping you into the seat before buckling you in, a smile on his face the entire time. He comes around to his side and hops in the drivers seat, starting up the engine. As he starts to pull out of the parking and back onto the main road, Simon glances towards your figure huddled up in the passenger seat, already singing along to the first thing that came up on the radio, and wonders to himself just how much you’ll remember in the morning.

The last time he’d drank with you, you were completely out of business the next day, saying that you could hardly remember a thing from the night prior, and even then he wasn’t sure you were as intoxicated as you were currently. Deciding to have a bit of fun and take a chance Simon asks you:

“Hey lovie?”

“Mhm?”

“When I ask ya to marry me, what do ya think you’ll say?”

“Uh, I will say YES! Duh!” You reply, the answer obvious to you no matter what state you’re in. However, because you are in fact drunk, you then add “and then I’m gonna get down on my knees too Si, and I’m gonna give you the best bestest head in the whole world actually is what I will do.”

“Hm, okay.” He answers casually, keeping the urge to laugh contained for a bit longer, wanting to keep teasing you. “And uh, how many kids do you think you’re gonna want us to have?”

“Simon,” you playfully sing song to him, angling yourself to face towards him and reaching a finger out to try and poke his cheek, landing more towards his shoulder. “Do you have feelings for me or something?”

“Or somethin’” he says quickly, “Come on lovie, how many babies am I puttin’ in ya, hm?”

“Mmm, at least two I think. So that at Halloween, Simon oh my gosh, at Halloween! We can do a family costume and all be ghostbuste-”

“We’re not gonna be ghostbust-”

“We will be ghostbusters.” You nod to yourself, glancing away from him as his opinion is no longer valid, before changing your mind and looking at him with all the love you can muster at that moment. “Simon, it sounds like you liiiiiiiike meeeee.” You attempt to tease. “You wanna get married? And have babies?”

“‘Course I do, lovie.”

“You think about that?”

“Every day.”

“Every day?”

“Mhm.” He confirms, sending you his own loving look.

“Well you better get me my ring then mister, cause I like yoooouuu too.” You giggle, before gasping as the song changes and starting to sing along.

He watches you in the passenger seat, a content smile upon his face as he listens to you singing without a care in the world, unaware that Simon has had your ring picked out and purchased since your first kiss. He’s just been waiting for the right time to ask you. And now that you’ve unknowingly given him your own blessing, he’s not so sure he can wait much longer.

[sharlsworld]

༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆ the sainz effect — 𝐎𝐏𝟖𝟏 ❁

( 𝗈𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝗉𝗂𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂 𝗑 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗓 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ）

（ 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒 ）𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗓 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋， 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍？𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝗒 𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖾

✫ i kinda really hate this i got lazy at the end sorry

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yn

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yn i’ll be back japan 😋🫰🏽 kinda boring race, happy birthday oscariño, getting fined for having a tummy ache is crazy, me & lily were munching alllll weekend, 8/10

lilymhe My favorite date 🥰🥰

⤷ alex_albon sigh

lando you’re so cute

lando 😍😍😘😘🥰 i’d eat sushi for you btw

⤷ yn do it then

⤷ lando okay let me mentally prepare myself. let’s go to dinner tomorrow tonight

⤷ yn i do not like the way you said that

⤷ lando may we please go to dinner where i’ll eat sushi for you at 8pm tomorrow night sweet beautiful kind princess?

⤷ yn 👍

⤷ lando chat is that rizz

⤷ alex_albon never beating the norizz allegations

⤷ lando oh who is you

carlossainz55 Saying “tummy ache” at your big age is crazy

⤷ yn fuck i’m glad you got fined you bitch.

⤷ carlossainz55 I was just teasing bug don’t be upset with me please

⤷ yn shut up i don’t like you right now

oscarpiastri Thank you! 🥰❤️

⤷ nicolepiastri I didn’t even get a thank you that sweet Oscar

⤷ oscarpiastri Mommmmmmmm

francolapinto i miss you mami

⤷ yn i miss you too franco

charles_leclerc I think you should fly back to Monaco with me I need some consoling after that race you know? 😢😢

⤷ yn awhh poor baby come pick me up

⤷ charles_leclerc omw mon cœur

⤷ carlossainz55 No???

⤷ yn fuck out my face you cunt

⤷ yn take my stuff back with you too

⤷ carlossainz55 Guess I’m the butler now

⤷ yn obviously. don’t scratch my suitcase either or i’ll punch you in the throat

⤷ carlossainz55 Okay gyash 💔

maxverstappen1 Should’ve been in my garage

⤷ yn i was in your garage in china though

⤷ maxverstappen1 I just miss you schat

⤷ yn i miss you too maxie

⤷ redbullracing he’s giggling rn

lewishamilton Hey I had a bad race too

⤷ yn yeah but you took my brothers seat so…☹️

⤷ lewishamilton I’ll give it back I’ll drive the Williams

⤷ scuderiaferrari No??

⤷ lewishamilton Such a cockblock 😒

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lando just ate sushi no biggie

yn good boyyyyy

⤷ lando my pants were JUST on

⤷ carlossainz55 No i’m sorry bug you have to find someone else lando has too big of a playboy reputation. Sorry lando.

⤷ lando oh but when she does it it’s okay?

⤷ yn what are you trying to say?? cause i’ve never done anything with any of the drivers. i think i’ve kissed charles twice

⤷ charles_leclerc thrice…and it was amazing

⤷ lando nothing you’re perfect babylove you can do wrong cause you’re so perfect and beautiful and amazing and smart and kind and funny

⤷ yn yeah that’s what i thought

maxverstappen1 Fuck you’re beautiful

⤷ yn aw thanks maxie 🥰

⤷ maxverstappen1 of course baby

⤷ alex_albon looks like max is going up in the lineup

⤷ danielricciardo wait tell me who’s winning wtf

⤷ alex_albon 1. charles 2. lando 3. max 4. lewis 5. franco

⤷ charles_leclerc fuck yeah

⤷ lando how am i not number 1 i just ate fucking sushi for her

⤷ francolapinto fuck me than damn

olliebearman bro ate an ice cream sundae while lando was conquering his biggest fear

⤷ lando hey don’t make her sound bad i loved it so much i didn’t even gag. breathing exercises work guys

charles_leclerc 😾 she likes me more

⤷ lando and what makes you think that?

⤷ charles_leclerc we’ve literally kissed thrice. THAT MEANS SOMETHING. and, she hangouts with my family so

⤷ lando oh yeah? she hangouts with my family too and me and her dad go golfing together SO HA

⤷ charles_leclerc oh yeah? really? me, her, her mom, and her sisters went out to brunch in spain last year SO HAHA I WIN

⤷ lando FAWK

⤷ yn guys…no…stop...seriously

⤷ lando whatever you say babylove

⤷ charles_leclerc whatever you say mon cœur

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yn

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yn 🍉🍓🍒

charles_leclerc so radiant 😍 let’s kiss 🌹

⤷ yn no ❤️

⤷ charles_leclerc aw man 💔

lilymhe My beautiful babe 😩😍😍

iamrebeccad The most gorgeous girl 😍😍😍❤️

francisca.cgomes oh girl i’ll be stealing that dress 🥰 you look so sexy 🫦🫦

⤷ yn omg i’m blushing

oscarpiastri 😍

⤷ carlossainz55 Oscar?

⤷ charles_leclerc wtf oscar you’re my son

⤷ lando my own teammate? 💔💔💔

⤷ maxverstappen1 Oscar I’ll push lando off the track in bahrain if you cut all contact with y/n…promise

⤷ francolapinto b-but you said you’d learn spanish for me… was that a lie??? a disguise?

⤷ pierregasly yoooooo get in there oscar

⤷ lewishamilton 😐

oscarpiastri Very pretty

⤷ yn thank you oscariño 🥰🥰

⤷ georgerussell63 Oh! Just in we have a new man in competition for y/n’s heart, things just got crazy. Who will get the final rose? Stay tuned

⤷ charles_leclerc fuck my life

⤷ lando naurrr don’t do this to me

⤷ lewishamilton i’m literally richer than him

⤷ francolapinto AGHGDHEJSJDNENS

⤷ maxverstappen1 Guys, she’s obviously gonna choose me. Just back out now

⤷ charles_leclerc fuh nah i have the best chance out of everyone else we’re literally neighbors

⤷ lando ok and i go on her family vacations??

⤷ francolapinto yk what, i quit

⤷ lewishamilton me too 💔🥀

⤷ georgerussell63 JUST IN FRANCO COLAPINTO AND LEWIS HAMILTON ARE DROPPING OUT OF THE COMPETITION FOR Y/N’S HEART

⤷ kimi.antonelli touch grass

⤷ georgerussell63 You cannot be talking rn

⤷ kimi.antonelli you right you right

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yn

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yn p1 for oscariño, p3 for lan, dnf for carlitos (you’ve been a bad boy yuki), 7/10

carlossainz55 At least you still have my back when you’re mad at me

⤷ yn yeah now can you bring me a shirley temple

⤷ carlossainz55 Making it now 😒

oscarpiastri Maybe you were my good luck charm, you should hangout in my garage more

⤷ lando 😾😾

charles_leclerc You looked so beautiful in the paddock mon cœur ❤️

⤷ yn awh thanks charlie 🥰

lando why did oscar get cute pictures and i got the one where i wasn’t paying attention

⤷ yn well why wasn’t your attention on me???

⤷ lando please don’t guilt trip me right now i’ll cry

⤷ yn whatever get me sushi

⤷ lando going right now

⤷ georgerussell63 Thoughtless obedience, I love to see it

⤷ lando frick off

nicolepiastri I can’t believe you got Oscar to pose for a picture so easily, and with such a big smile too! 😂

⤷ oscarpiastri Mom, please.

⤷ maxverstappen1 Okay I didn’t push lando off the track but you still won!!

⤷ yn ???

⤷ maxverstappen1 I quit, I’m going out tonight

⤷ yn stay safe maxie 😊

⤷ maxverstappen1 Always schat

⤷ alex_albon wait i’m gonna cry that was so 🥲

⤷ georgerussell63 With a bittersweet goodbye, Max Verstappen drops out of the competition leaving Lando, Charles, and Oscar. We’ll be back next week folks.

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oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri She said she knew a spot

yn do you like my fab oscar???

⤷ oscarpiastri What’s that?

⤷ lando i like it babylove

⤷ oscarpiastri What’s a fab?

⤷ charles_leclerc I love it mon cœur

⤷ oscarpiastri WHAT IS A FAB??????

⤷ yn fuck ass bob 😾

⤷ oscarpiastri Oh yes I love your fab honey!

⤷ charles_leclerc HONEY??? WERE LOSING HER LANDO

⤷ lando can’t we just be a throuple + one? ☹️

reyesvdec So cute! ❤️

♥︎ by author

georgerussell63 In the city of love? 👀

yn i love traveling with you oscar

⤷ oscarpiastri I love traveling with you too honey

lando friends, family, fans, it is with great sorrow that i admit that i, lando norris, drop out of this competition. i will be going out tonight

⤷ yn stay safe lan 🥰

⤷ lando always babylove. i’ll always cherish our time we spent together

⤷ yn we’ll always have miami

⤷ lando always

⤷ yn so i’ll see you in a few days at dinner with my family right?

⤷ lando of course

⤷ georgerussell63 And then there were two, the competition dwindles down to Charles and Oscar after Lando surprisingly drops out of the competition with a heartfelt goodbye just a few days after Max dropped out. They’ll always have Miami, see you soon folks.

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yn

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yn kinda nervous

carlossainz55 Dafuq 🤨

oscarpiastri ❤️

⤷ carlossainz55 DAFUQ

⤷ charles_leclerc DAFUQ

⤷ charles_leclerc no mi mon cœur

⤷ lando dis gur

nicolepiastri 🥰🥰❤️

alex_albon i smell someone else dropping out of the competition 👁️👁️

olliebearman first date kinda nervyy

⤷ carlossainz55 Ollie don’t make me call Charles.

⤷ olliebearman Party pooper.

charles_leclerc Ladies, with gentle hands…I come to this comment section today to announce that I will be dropping out of the competition, it’s been a great few years and we’ve shared many great moments together but it’s time, I quit. Catch me at the club tonight.

⤷ yn stay safe charlie ☺️

⤷ charles_leclerc always mon cœur

⤷ yn i’ll always remember us sneaking off in the middle of the night and just talking

⤷ charles_leclerc i would listen to you for hours mon cœur

⤷ carlossainz55 Oh so you’re a slut.

⤷ georgerussell63 And with that, we’re left with the last one standing, the one who joined last, the one who no one thought would win, the one that stole the heart of y/n. We have the winner of the competition, the man, the myth, the one who gets the final rose, Oscar Piastri. What a ride that was, thanks for following along folks.

🝮

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri my honey 💛

yn my babyyyy 🩷🩷🩷🩷

danielricciardo Aussie’s on top

⤷ yn oh he’s on top alright

⤷ carlossainz55 DAFUQ

⤷ yn jkjk (not jk)

⤷ carlossainz55 STOP

⤷ charles_leclerc Oh I know Oscar is never bored

iamrebeccad the sainz effect is real

yn you’re so sweet i wish australians were real

⤷ oscarpiastri ???

pierregasly What a love story, i’m getting emotional I just need a minute 🥹

kimi.antonelli HAHAHA OLLIE OWES ME 5 THOUSAND DOLLARS AHAHAHAHAHAH

⤷ olliebearman darn it 😒

⤷ yn wtf??

⤷ olliebearman i had my bet on charles

⤷ pierregasly Me too I thought those bitches we’re getting married. So happy for Osc though this is so sweet 🥹

⤷ olliebearman let’s get you back to bed grandpa

georgerussell63 The last man standing, thanks for following along this crazy love story folks. ❤️

[ode2rin]

new boyfriend rin would never ever, under any circumstance, admit that he likes the pet names you call him. well… unless you would stop doing it. (also me pushing the bffs to lovers pipeline)

You must be upset with him, Rin is convinced so. It’s the only logical and sensible explanation behind this unusual behavior. 

And he's going mad about it. Itoshi Rin is going mad any second now if he can't get to the bottom of this, he’s certainly convinced.

Every instinct screamed that your recent behavior was a reaction to something he'd done, but what? Was it the late replies to your text messages? No, you knew he was at practice and you told him you didn’t mind. Was it about the souvenir he brought back home to you from Paris? Sure, you teased him about its impracticality, but nothing that warranted this icy distance.

Or maybe it was something he said now? It must be, right? Everything boils down to his reckless poor choice of words, he supposes.

Slowly, Rin approached you by the couch you’re seated in. With your attention preoccupied by the selection of shows you’re browsing, you settled on looking at him briefly through your peripheral vision. Amused by how he’s slightly tiptoeing around, you let out a half-suppressed laugh to yourself. 

He looks like a cat sometimes, you thought from the sight. And acts like one too. Like a big black cat who would hiss at you if you looked at him funny, or one that would bite your hand if you stopped petting him to sleep. Funny how Rin could be like that too.

The moment Rin settles into the plush comfort of the couch, he gazes at you through lowered lashes, trying to read the play of emotions on your face, if there’s any. 

There’s nothing worth noting, and he doesn’t know if that should assure or bother him.

“Are we… alright?” he drawled.

What the fuck. He did not just sound like that. 

He did not just ask that and sounded like an anxious pathetic wet cat who just had a new home waiting for its owner’s permission over anything (highly specific because he’s a bit dramatic). Just what kind of loser have you reduced him into, really.

Oblivious of the internal turmoil in Rin’s mind, you turn to him, “Hmm? Yeah? Why’d you ask?”

“Nothing,” he grumbled. It’s enough that he already humiliated himself for the way he asked if the two of you were cool— doing it again by exposing himself that he thinks you’re mad plainly because he hadn’t heard you call him a pet name (like you always do) would be mortification in its final form.

“Okay, Rin.”

That’s it. This needs to end. Forget humiliation. He would rather choose to feel pathetic over any day than continue with this charade.

“Are you mad at me?” 

“Why would you think that?” you asked back instantly, shocked and extremely confused because of your boyfriend’s question. You’re literally just looking for a movie the two of you can watch— how is that any indication of being mad at him?

“Just answer the question,” he fumed, impatience settling on the furrow of his brows.

You said in the beginning of your relationship that you didn’t appreciate the silent treatment and guessing games, so don’t you think it’s hypocritical of you to do the same to him? (You’re not, but he just doesn’t know that.)

“I’m not mad at you, Rin.”

“You so are!” 

“I am not! But you, yelling and instigating it are making me right now!” you countered, voice hinted with irritation, “What is your problem, Rin?”

There it is again. Rin rose from the couch to face your sitting form, as if standing would better prove his point. “See? You’re calling me Rin!” he blurted.

“Well, maybe because it’s your name?!”

“Not to you, it’s not!”

A beat of surprised silence. Until your lips grew to such a wide smile that made Rin physically feel his heart melting. 

Yet, in Rin’s true fashion, he’ll never let you know how much air you knock out of him because of your beaming smile. Instead, he’ll say something along the snarky lines of, “Stop smiling like that.”

“Did my big bad grumpy Rinnie here thought we’re on a fight because I hadn’t call him baby?” you ask, purposely stressing out the words to disarm him more.

With a feigned exasperation, he comments, “I forgot how annoying you are.” 

“And I forgot how childish you can get sometimes,” you countered.

“I’m not childish.”

“You don’t mind me calling you Rin then?”

Rin rolled his eyes at you, but you know better than to put meaning to it. He lowered himself onto the couch beside you. With a swift tug, Rin pulled you closer, closing the distance between you effortlessly. His arm found its way around your waist, drawing you snugly against his chest.

“But I don’t see why you need to…” Maybe he could be a bit childish.

“I thought you didn’t like it,” you shyly muttered, drawing shapes in his arm. “The pet names, I mean,” you clarified, sensing the confused look he’s probably giving you behind.

“What the hell are you talking about?” He is baby. He is Rinnie. Fucking hell, that’s so loser of him to even voice it out in his own mind. 

“What? You call me by my name!” you defensively pointed out.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t like your nicknames of me,” he mumbled, the words barely audible.

The pet names— they were more than what they served. It was important to him more than what he would admit. 

They were a secret language, a way you marked him as yours. A reminder that he wasn't just Rin anymore— just your friend.

He was now something more, something special.

A ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Besides… I love your name,” he whispered, his voice velvet against your hair.

It’s tender— no, it makes him tender. Saying your name has been the softest, kindest, and most tender way he’s used his words for. 

Maybe it’s a little pathetic, feeling this undone by a name. But then it’s you. 

It was your name— a name he could whisper with adoration, a name that belonged only to him to claim. 

You melt to his words, leaning deeper into his chest. A contented sigh escaped your lips, the sound swallowed by the warmth of his embrace.

Looking up at him, your eyes held a softness he often found himself getting lost in, “I love your name too, but I also like calling you pet names. Is it okay?”

“Whatever you decide.” He’s yours, either way.

note. this is basically rin being "my nameeee is whatever you decideeeee and i'm just gonna call you mineeee i'm insane but i'm your baby!!!!" yeah that song basically.