#I've always said fake mon

[gguk-n]

Transition (Charles Leclerc x Driver!Reader)

Part 2 of Replaced

Summary- After being kicked out of Ferrari rather rudely, Y/N must try to find a seat in the ever changing driver's market in the craziest year at Formula One till date.

{Reader's POV}

After leaving our home in Monaco, I spent the next couple of months regrouping with my team. I visited my family to clear my head; my mother always knew what to do in a difficult situation. She was the brains of the family. After a long and deep talk with her I realised what I wanted with the future. Number 1, I wanted to race in Formula One until I was 60. Number 2, I wanted a team that loved, valued and respected me as their driver. Number 3, last but not the least, I wanted to be paid more than what Ferrari was paying me.

Every team on the grid was open for picking except McLaren. Mercedes was losing their star driver, RedBull had to negotiate with Checo; the two teams I was eyeing right now. If I knew Horner and if I played my cards right, having a female driver on his team would change the dynamic and bring more spot light on the team. If Toto signed me, he would be replacing one iconic person with another; enough to make headlines.

The first race of the season hurt, I couldn't believe the next 24 races would be my last time in red, I couldn't fake the smiles. It hurt every time I saw Charles. We met for the first time since I left a day before Bahrain's media day. He looked as handsome as ever but his eyes held this deep seated sadness, you could see it. "Been a while" Charles almost whispered when our eyes met in the hotel. "It has, I've missed you" I replied. "I've missed you too" he almost cried out wrapping me in his arms. "The last few months were torture. You'll come home now, right?" he asked still holding me in his embrace. "Charles" I began, he pulled away, tears visible in his eyes, "I'll come back soon, mon tout. I need time" I mumbled. "How long will that be, mon cherie?" he asked. I wiped the tear that slipped out of his eyes, "The day I sign a team, I'll move back. I'll know my future and I'll finally be able to look at you without jealousy" I said. "OK" he nodded, kissing me for the first time since we met. "Je vous aime" he stated. "Je t'aime aussi" I replied back.

I finished P2 in the first race of the season. All the media and commentary were going crazy. It felt nice to finish P2. Max was fun to talk to post race during the cool down. He was always the more level headed one in our friendship. Max asked me about how things were between the two off us away from the prying eyes of the media who had already started to announce an imminent break up between the two of us. "He's been shit, since you left" Max spoke. "I'm sorry" I apologised. "oh no, don't apologise to me. I was just stating the obvious." he shook his head. "I heard you're talking to Horner" he commented. "Yeah, we're discussing but like I'm discussing with a lot of teams, honestly." I replied. "As you should, I think it would be fun....if we were team mates." he replied thoughtfully. "I wouldn't mind terrorising Charles in a RedBull" I laughed.

The next few races were quite memorable with me on the podium for every race. It was a proud feeling, a bitter sweet one though. Charles only saw me at race weekends but that was the nature of the sport, didn't mean that I didn't love him any less.

The talks with RedBull fell through since I wasn't able to bring in the kind of sponsors they wanted and the dream of driving in one too. Mercedes was very iffy, where Toto wanted to bring a new driver on the grid; while I was still effectively seatless. But Susie was a smart woman, she knew having me on the team after the void Lewis would leave, would do wonders since I was the first and only female driver on the grid in a really long time and having me would bring the similar kind of publicity, if not the same.

After months of back and forth, and negotiating; Toto agreed bringing a junior driver in too early wouldn't benefit anyone. I would race for Mercedes for the next 2 years and if the options opened up I didn't mind letting Toto have his little fantasy. My announcement would happen in Monza, the home of the tifosi. The perfect time and place. I had moved back in with Charles after the contract was signed. I did not tell him that I planned to announce it in Monza. Charles was just happy to have me back.

Mercedes made the announcement just before free practise, effectively ruining any plans the media had, it played in my favour and I had a ball. "You love drama don't you" Charles laughed. "What can I say? I have a knack for the theatrics" I laughed along. "Quoting Chandler are we?" Charles muttered kissing me as he said it. The days leading up to the race were crazy. As both me and Charles got ready to get into the car he said, "Can't wait to see you in black. You look hotter in black anyways" "Hope to be your teammate again in the future" I nodded as we put our helmets on. Charles won the team's home race. I missed the podium by a smidge, but knowing my future was secure didn't make the loss saddening.

As Charles got down from the podium to meet me, Arthur handed him something. "I thought, whether I finish podium or not I'd ask you this but as a 2 time Monza winner sounds so much cooler." he rambled. "What are you talking about Charles?" I questioned. He got down on one knee, the crowd went silent. "Will you Y/N Y/L/N do the honour of making me your husband?" he asked. I had tears in my eyes, "Yes" I nodded. Charles slipped the ring on my finger and kissed me. I could taste the champagne on his lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss while pulling his hair. We pulled away to a lot of hooting and screaming. "Wow" Charles exclaimed. "That's the hottest thing you've done till date, I think I'm hard" he said. "I'm staking my claim." I stated. "I'm always yours, now and forever" he replied. "Can't believe we'll have two Leclerc's on the grid next year." I commented. "Can't wait to race you Mrs Leclerc" he said kissing me again.

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⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Champagne Problems

♥ masterlist | request rules | 12 days of ficmas

♥ pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader

♥ synopsis: the two of you end up at a party with different intentions

♥ wc: 2k - as always none of the pictures are mine

♥ warnings: swearing, angst, and alcohol (drink responsibly please lol) !!!

♥ a/n: TONS of angst in this fic so get ready lol <3 i've been wanting to put out this fic for SO long you don't understand. tagging bestie @theonottsbxtch

Charles was head over heels in love with you—it was a shame, really.

You sat on your shared king sized bed in a sparkly dress, observing your boyfriend as he slipped on a gold watch. 

“We need to leave soon mon amour,” he said, wandering over to you and kissing your cheek. “We don’t want to be late, do we?”

You nodded and adjusted the jewelry on your hand.

Charles folded the cuffs on his sleeve, “You alright?”

“Mhm,” you nodded with a fake smile.

You hadn’t seen Charles in months because of his work. Ironically the first place he wanted to take you was a gala... For his work.

The two of you met because of your love for F1. The narrative of Ferrari brought you together and despite his promises to be there for you, he always left them unfulfilled.

You were alone. Way too often. Left by yourself to take care of Leo and be his wag.

You and Charles wandered outside the apartment to his car. He opened the door for you—like a gentleman. But you couldn’t shake this melancholic feeling whenever you’re around him.

-

”Hey, where’s Charles?” Arthur, your boyfriend’s younger brother asked with a smile.

You shrugged, taking a sip of your drink, and gazing at the room full of talkative people. The second you got there he wandered off to find Pierre. You couldn’t even blame him. This was for business after all.

”Hm, that’s odd. I’d expect him to be with you.” he scrunched his nose. “I remember one time last year—he was so excited to come home for winter break and see you. He would talk about you all day to me on the phone,” Arthur chuckled.

You gave him a faint smile. That was the Charles you fell in love with. Alas, he was across the room talking to someone else’s girlfriend.

“Well, let me know if you see him. I’ll see you in a few weeks for Christmas, yeah?”

You swallowed hard, pausing before a response.

“Yeah, yeah of course,” you smiled with a nod.

“Great, Maman said she already got you gifts,” he laughed. “I’ll see you around Y/n.”

He nudged your shoulder with an infectious smile, wandering off with a drink in hand.

God, why did this have to hurt so fucking much.

-

“Thank you all for being here,” a man said into a microphone, commanding the room to silence. “It has been an incredible season, but now we must start planning for the next one. Thank you to all our sponsors who are able to make this happen and congratulations to all that we have done this year.”

He raised his glass of champagne, leading everyone to follow and clink theirs together. You sat at a round table with your closest friends from the industry, Pierre and Kika as Charles got up to ask the man at the front of the room something. He came back with the microphone in hand and turned it on.

He stared down at you, eyes peering lovingly into your soul.

“Y/n… you are the most beautiful, kind, intelligent woman I have ever met,” he spoke into the mic, elicting a few ‘awh’s’ from the crowd and drawing at least a hundred eyes to you.

Charles slowly bent down, grabbing something out of his suit pocket.

Your eyes widened and you tried to say something but you couldn’t. Every word was trapped in your mouth, despite your jaw being on the floor. Plenty of gasps and whispers came from the room. You could see Kika’s eyes light up, clearly ecstatic for you.

“I don’t really have a whole speech planned,” he laughed softly. “All I can really say is how much I love you… Will you marry me?”

He flicked the ring box open, revealing a gold ring with a huge diamond.

You paused, trying your best to take in everything that has happened before shaking your head.

“Charles… can we talk about this somewhere else?” you whispered.

Charles' expression dropped instantly. He knows what that really means.

More gasps. More gossip.

Clearly the whole room knew what it meant too.

“Is she fucked in the head?” you heard someone from the crowd whisper.

Followed by, “If she won’t marry him I will,” and “What a shame.”

”I’m sorry Charles, I’m gonna get a Lyft.” you whispered, squeezing his hand.

Kika looked at Pierre completely stunned. This was certainly not how the two of them thought the night was going to go. This was certainly not how you thought the night was going to go.

Kika’s heels clicked on the tile floor as she ran after you, pushing the two glass doors open to find you sprinting down the long set of stairs.

“Y/n, wait!” she shouted after you.

You sat at the bottom step, waiting for your ride to arrive.

She stopped beside you, “I can drive you home,” she mumbled.

“That’s alright, I already paid for it.”

She sat down beside you and put a warm hand on your shoulder.

“Are you okay?” she whispered.

You grabbed her hand gently, feeling the coldness of her gold rings. You shook your head no.

She wrapped an arm around your shoulder, forcing your head to rest on her shoulder.

She kissed your head sweetly, “It’s going to be okay,” she whispered in your hair.

-

You tossed your things on a table right next to the front door and kicked off your heels. You strut over to your kitchen and opened the fridge in hopes to find more alcohol. You were already probably drunk on Dom Perignon and your own tears, but with everything going on you might as well try to forget the horrendous night.

You grabbed a small glass from a cabinet and closed the fridge door, flinching when you saw Charles standing in the dark.

“Jesus Christ, Charles…” you whispered, pouring yourself some straight Vodka.

You braced your hands on the side of the marble counter, closing your eyes. Maybe if you close them tight enough he’ll disappear.

You sighed, “I don’t know how to start this conversa-“

“You said no?” he whispered. You could hear the heartbreak in his words.

You swallowed hard, looked around the room—anywhere but his eyes.

“I never said no…” you trailed off.

“But you meant no, right?”

You thought about marrying him before. A lot, actually. Racing, Traveling, Family. But there was always one thing missing from every daydream. And that thing was Charles.

You can’t follow him around the country for his job and even if you did—is that who you wanted to be? Just the wife of Charles Leclerc? 

“I don’t think you can truly be committed to this relationship. This isn’t what I need, and that’s okay.”

“I can't truly be committed?” he scoffed. “I'm not truly committed enough to get down on one knee?” 

Your relationship this past year wasn’t what you wanted. But one day it will be what someone else wants, and that’s what he deserves.

“C’mon Y/n, I love you-“ he muttered.

“Love isn't always enough,” you whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear.

Ah, the painful truth.

You watched as his face dropped, fully taking in the cruelness of your words. 

“Charles, I’m sorry…” you whispered, tears forming in your eyes. 

“Just go. Dégage de chez moi, I don’t want to see you right now.” (translation: get the fuck out of my house) he muttered harshly. 

-

It’d been a year since you last saw him. That night you packed up all your things as he slept at Arthur’s. You were gone by the time he got home.

You still spent time in the F1 scene. You had friends there too, but it still felt a little cruel. You didn’t fall out of love, at least not with someone like Charles—that doesn’t happen. 

If the circumstances were different you might have been married. You would’ve had a beautiful ring, a beautiful family, and a beautiful man. 

“Y/n,” Kika shouted through a laugh, half sprinting in her heels. Her right hand settled on your bicep and her left took your forearm, yanking you towards a group of women. 

“C’mon, I haven't seen you in months,” she said, causing you to crack a smile. You rolled your eyes and slipped off your bar stool, ready to get a little tipsy with your friends. She was right. It had been way too long since you had a girls night. The last one was before you lost your status as a wag. 

Today it was you, Kika, and Rebecca—all in elegant outfits that perfectly fit your vibes. Kika in a black long sleeve, off the shoulder neckline number, Becs in a sparkly red one that she luckily got to keep after modeling, and you in a short white satin dress with spaghetti straps and some matching white heels. 

“You look like you need a drink,” Rebecca said, looking you up and down. 

You sighed, “I haven’t been to an F1 event since you know…” 

She rolled her eyes, “That's exactly why you need a drink. Forget about him and have fun with us. Your favorite sport should not be attached to the memory of a man.” 

Great point. 

“Come here,” she dragged you back to the bar Kika pulled you from. 

She ordered three martini’s on the rocks, extra olives.

She handed you one of the glasses, “We’re going to meet up with Lily M and Carmen in about an hour alright? We’ll be out of this place in no time and you won’t even think about you know who.” 

“Where are we going?” you asked, sipping the drink with your eyebrows raised. 

“It's a surprise,” Kika said with an eye roll as if to say “duh”. 

You spent the next hour drowning in new conversations and shots. Sure you were at someone’s work party, but it’s not like you had to be professional. No one seemed to give a shit what Charles’ “Ex Wag” was doing.

“Carmen and Lily are outside, are we ready to go?” Rebecca asked, peering up from her phone. 

“Yeah, I just need to find the bathroom and then we can go,” you lied, grabbing your clutch off the circular table. 

You wanted to step outside and get a quick bit of fresh air before you returned to the group. They were doing something amazing in order for you to move on from your past relationship, but all you could think about was something you shouldn’t be. 

It's been a year, you should be over him, right? Too bad the pain didn’t stop at Charles. It was his whole family. God, you missed Arthur so much. You missed fighting with him about what Christmas movies to watch and hanging out in the Ferrari garage together. You missed Lorenzo and his older brother-like wisdom. You missed Pascale and how she welcomed you with open arms into the family. Fuck, you felt like a traitor. 

You sighed and wandered off onto the balcony, picking at the rhinestones on your purse. You leaned over the railing, letting the cool wind kiss your skin. 

“Haven’t seen you in a while,” an accented voice said from behind you. You would recognize it anywhere. 

Charles took his place beside you, avoiding eye contact. It took a good minute before you were able to respond. 

“I- uhm… I heard you and your new girlfriend broke up. I'm sorry,” you muttered. What an odd way to start this conversation. You weren’t even sure if it was true, you heard it in a tabloid. 

He hummed, “I suppose love wasn’t enough to save us.” 

Ouch. 

You scoffed, “Yeah I guess not.” 

The silence was loud. 

“Sorry,” he whispered in a change of tone. Maybe even a change of heart. “It’s good to see you again.” 

“Yeah,” you whispered back, unenthusiastic. 

“The family misses you.” 

You smiled slightly. That was good to hear. “You can tell them I miss them too.” 

“...I miss you.” 

He placed his hand on top of yours slowly, gently rubbing his thumb across yours. His cold silver rings brought flashbacks to your mind.

You looked up at him, tears begging to fall from your lashes but you kept it together; at least until he was gone. 

You squeezed his hand like you used to, “‘l’ll see you around, Charles.” 

You had to remind yourself why you said no everyday. It didn’t matter if you loved him and it didn’t matter if he loved you. You won’t settle for second in his life.

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for telling my daughter to shut the f up?

Hi tumblr. So I (39F) have two children, Lisa (14F, fake name) and Bart (1M, fake name). Lisa is from a failed relationship, but we're all okay now with my current husband.

Since I got pregnant, I started gaining weight, quite some, and all my family was very supportive. I was really lean back then, but now I didn't drop it all back. I'm, maybe, 15 pounds more than I was. I'm very bad with my body image now, I'm insecure and don't like showing it off that much.

Lisa is like me when I was young, lean and the type who eats a lot and gains nothing. She's not eating very much now though since she's stressed with school and other things. It's hard to find clothes her size because she's just between the smallest size for adults and the biggest size for kids.The other day when my mom (70F) came over for Lisa's birthday, they drank some coffee and started to talk about clothes because it was what my mon was going to gift her. This is the important bit. In the conversation, Lisa started to complain how no clothes fit her well enough because she dropped 8 pounds during the summer, how jeans fit her hips okay but then were loose on the waist, how even the S looked big on her and I just snapped. She knows I've been dealing with bad body image and although she was very supportive and always tells me it doesn't matter and I'm pretty like I am, this is like just bragging about how skinny she is. I rolled my eyes and said "Poor little thing," like joking, and Lisa looked at me devastated (she was talking about some perfect and pretty pants she found but the smallest size was large on her) and said in a sarcastic like joking tone "Ugh, it's so difficult to be skinny," and I snapped. I told her to shut up and left the room, but now my mom and Lisa are mad at me.

AITA?

[somethingsomethingwords]

Hello everybody. Long time no see, but it's been one of those months, you know. This was something I've been thinking about for a while, but I only finished it because of @nico-di-genova. So this is for you honey.

As always thanks to everyone for reading. Enjoy 💜

Everything was going great. Fernando was at a party, where people were drinking and having fun. All around him, the younger drivers were finally decompressing, enjoying the alcohol, the food and the company.

At the center of the sea of people, there was the brightest star of the night.

Lance had finally won a race, and he was celebrating as loudly as he could, sandwiched between Esteban and Mick.

He envied the joy written all over their faces, and how close they were.

He loved the sport, even after his fake retirement, even after all those years, but there was something about maiden wins that still no other win could recreate.

Jóder, soy tan viejo was thinking Nando, when someone tapped his shoulder.

"I think it's late enough, no?" asked Pierre, and it really was getting late, and the trio seemed to be losing energy.

"Yeah, sounds about right. How about we split them? I'm taking Mick, and you take your teammates?" said Lewis, already stepping towards the boys.

Pierre started following him, muttering some curses that would have made blush a sailor. Nando snorted at the scene, and looked as the Brit took the German, while the French men started bickering.

The Canadian was looking around, confused after losing his partners in crime, but then he turned towards Fernando and smiled, slowly making his way towards the Spanish.

"Hola Lancito. Want to go?" asked Nando, seeing the younger man swinging slightly on his feet.

"I lost Estie and Mickie. Où sont-ils?"

Half drunk out of his mind, and he was still worried about his friends. Lance's loyalty really knew no bounds.

"They're ok, with Lewis and Pierre. I will take you home." and with that, he placed his hand on the younger's lower back.

The reaction was immediate. Lance's whole body shivered and pressed against his side, lowering his head on the shorter man's shoulder.

"Too loud. Je veux du silence"

"Oui mon amour. Let's go somewhere quiet" his French was heavily accented, but Lance seemed satisfied enough.

Nando guided the other man to his car, and drove them to their shared hotel, while Lance napped with his face against the window and his neck in a weird position.

When they arrived, Fernando struggled a little to wake the other enough to put him vertically in the elevator and walk to his room. At the door, Lance refused to lean against the doorframe, and settled only when he was hugging Fernando. "Warm" was the only word he said.

"Lance, I need the key"  Fernando spoke softly.

"Poche" just answered the taller man, with no visible intention to loosen the embrace.

Fernando tried to be respectful, and to not feel the solid curve pressed against his hand. He soon found the key in his back pocket, and opened the door.

Once they were both in, he quickly realised that Lance would not move further, so he just put him on the bed, and went to take a glass and fill it with water.

Returning to the bedroom, he found Lance half naked.

"Where are your pants?" he asked, voice an octave too high, almost dropping the glass, before setting it on a nightstand.

"Lost them. Too hot" he shrugged.

Then, even more bafflingly, he started giggling.

"What is now?" he asked, fondly looking as Lance tried to take off his shirt without opening a single button. He succeeded, but his hair was now a fluffy mess.

"You remind me of Nano"

The use of his nickname surprised Fernando. The younger man refused using it, always sticking with his full name. Then the absurdity of it all hit him, and he started giggling as well.

"Ah, sì? How so?"

He was getting curious, sue him.

"It's your voice. It's soft and warm. Would listen for hours"

Fernando wasn't expecting this answer, but it melted his heart anyway.

"Mhhh. Then want a bedtime story?"

Any more time spent with Lance was a gift and a surprise wrapped in wonder. He was not going to deny himself this experience, even only for blackmail reasons. Jokingly, he was done with mind games and tricks. He would never do them again, especially not against Lance.

"Nah. A secret"

"A secret, mh? Let's trade. You tell me, I tell you" if Fernando was going to indulge him, at least it was going to be funny.

"Ça va...Ah, oui, daccord, j'en ai un. I like him so much" and then started giggling again.

Fernando felt like all of his body had gone stone cold, and couldn't move a muscle. He couldn't believe what the other told him. But before he could say anything, Lance nestled in the sheets, and softly said while closing his eyes:

"I like him soooooo much, even if he doesn't feel the same. It's ok, don't think I'd deserve him. What we have, it's special. It is enough"

And with this, he was done for the day.

And he wasn't the only one. Fernando felt like he was going to explode, too many thoughts in his head and words on his tongue, with no one to talk to. He could feel his hair turning gray.

But a single look to that peaceful face, and his heart stopped beating erratically. Everything was going to be alright. They could face this together.

This and more, hopefully.

They were going to solve this tangled mess, but first they both needed to rest.

So he left a note for Lance, simply writing "Call me in the morning. -FA" on a piece of paper and leaving it on top of Lance's phone, where he was sure the other man would see it, and then he left the room, dreaming of his own bed and a restful night of sleep.

---

He was never going to win another GP ever again, if the results were the pounding headache and the rancid taste in his mouth.

He slowly opened his eyes, careful of the half opened blinds, and looked around.

Thanks to some sort of divine intervention, he had made it to the hotel safe and sound.

He got up and went to the bathroom, peeing, washing his face and brushing his teeth.

When he came back to the bedroom, he started looking for his phone. He almost missed it, but then noticed it was just half covered by a yellow post-it. It simply said "Call me in the morning. -FA".

Ok, so he probably would have to thank Fernando for making it to his bed unscathed. He tried to think about the night before, especially trying to remember his interaction with the Spanish driver.

At first, he couldn't remember anything out of the ordinary, then it hit him.

An echo of his own giggle, soft brown eyes, the whisper of a "like him so much".

Oh, no.

Oh no.

He had done it. He confessed, and now Fernando was going to be overly amused about it. Or overly nice, and Lance didn't know what was worse.

Rejection was always a bitch, but basically having to live with your unrequited crush for 24 week-ends? That was going to be a nightmare to go through for all parts involved.

Or maybe just for Lance, with his stupid feelings and his too-hopeful heart.

Ugh, Lance just didn't know what to do.

On one hand, he wanted to call Fernando and be done with all of this. On the other, he wanted to pretend nothing happened, and everything was fine and normal and good.

He sighed, because deep down he knew he was going to have to talk with Fernando, if he liked it or not.

Ok, let's analyze. He knows I like him, and still wants to talk to me. So, he is going to reject me kindly, at least. Ok, we can totally take it like champs. Basic rule still applied: no tears in front of him. It should be quick and painless. Ok, we can do this.

So he took his time in the shower, and ordered a healthy if slightly generous breakfast.

When he was done, he brushed his teeth, wore his comfort hoodie and left his room in a controlled chaos.

One mess at a time: first his love life, then his room.

He knew that Fernando's room was the one across from his, so he didn't even bother calling. He simply knocked.

When the door opened, Lance was sure he had hit his head badly the night before. Maybe the possible concussion and heavy hepatic failure led him to an early grave.

But if death meant he could get to see a still semi-wet Nando, covered just by a tiny towel low on his hips, well, he lived a rich and full life, if a little short.

He could feel himself staring, but also couldn't take his eyes off the view.

He just waited for the self-combustion to take him.

Then he heard a light chuckle, and a hand gently gripped his sleeve, pulling him inside.

When the subject of his awe turned his back on him, walking to the adjacent kitchenette, his brain seemed to be back online.

He shook his head and closed the door behind himself like a particularly stupid rabbit that voluntarily enters the den of a particularly fascinating fox.

Fernando must have known how nervous he was feeling, because he gave him a glass of water and led him to the couch.

"Wait here, I'll be right back" said the Spanish man, leaving Lance alone, stunned and with the glass still in his hand.

You're being ridiculous, grow a pair and just talk like the adult you supposedly are, a voice in his head that sounded like his sister's gently scolded him.

He drank the water while waiting, and felt slightly better.

When Fernando re-entered the room, calm and collected and clothed, Lance waited until he was seated before looking him in the eyes and starting speaking.

"Thank you for last night. For bringing me here safely, I mean"

Not the smoother transition ever, but Fernando had to be used to how stilted he sounded, and would appreciate it anyway.

"No need to. We are friends, no?" he asked with something in his eyes that Lance couldn't describe, but that made him want to talk more.

"About that... I also wanted to say sorry if I said something weird yesterday"

See Chloe? He was actually talking about things that embarrassed him instead of forever avoiding them. Well, not really being super specific, but small progress was still progress.

"Hmm... And what are you referring to?"

The bastard was actually going to make him say the words. Well, in for a penny...

"That I like you"

Lance could feel his cheeks heating up and could no longer stand Fernando's gaze, so he moved his eyes until he was watching a particularly boring patch of carpet.

"Lance, look at me"

It only took those four words, spoken in a tone so gentle and warm to bring Lance's eyes back to Fernando's.

"Why are you apologizing? Did you lie?" he asked softly.

"No" he half shouted, and then flinched because of the reaction. "No, I do like you" he said, exhaling.

"Then what are you apologizing for?"

Fernando could be soft when he wanted, but that didn't stop him from being stubborn.

"I didn't want to offend you" and also didn't want you to really know, because it's embarrassing and you deserve better and I can't be normal about this nor you.

He didn't say the words, but Fernando must have been able to hear them anyway, because he responded firmly.

"You didn't"

That lifted a huge weight from Lance's shoulders. Maybe this partnership could still be saved.

"Ok. Good, I'm glad" he was being awkward and subtly twisting his fingers. But nothing escaped Fernando's attention.

Seeing how the younger man was spiralling in his own thoughts, he didn't hesitate, reaching out to him and taking a hold of his hands.

"There is no need to be nervous. Just tell me again, tell me properly"

Lance could see in his eyes the want and the patience and something else.

They were in this together, he suddenly realised.

You are not alone anymore, said his mental Chloe.

He inhaled as much air as he could, held it and then exhaled. He found the strength he needed in a pair of brown eyes that were already looking in his own.

"I've been wanting to tell you for so long. I like you. I like how you drive, how you give feedback on the car and how you are always, no matter what, the best. But that's just racing stuff. I like how you compliment me, how you never made me feel less than, or just a spoiled kid, how you make me feel. But those are selfish reasons. I like how kind you are with kids, how ready you are to help any of the other drivers. But most importantly, I like you, Fernando Alonso, two times world champion, menace on and off track, mentor and teammate and friend and so much more. I like you, Nando"

He barely finished talking that there was a pair of lips on his own, soft and warm and gentle.

He realised he closed his eyes only when he opened them, and in front was Fernando, bright and shining and perfect in every way that mattered. To Lance, at least.

"You made me wait a long time, no? Let's not waste anymore" he said before diving in a second kiss that was hot and passionate and demanding.

Fernando broke the kiss and stood up, starting to walk, and Lance could only follow the man leading him towards his bed, and towards a life together.

[starlightsuffered]

Will You Stop Loving Eachother

A/N - I want to mention that I AM NOT trying to undermine or make light of what single mothers go through. I imagined this is something someone could say in an angry moment, not fully grasping or acknowledging what they have that others may not. I hope no one is offended.

Warning - fighting, blaming, over worked, scared child, mentions of angry sex

"I can't believe you couldn't put away the dishes," I snapped. Timothée and I had hit a rough patch in our marriage. Our sweet little Mercy had turned five last month, and that had sparked the downward spiral. Getting her to kindergarten, helping her with her homework, while also keeping the house clean was hard work, because Timothée was filming. He was mad he had to take only local jobs because I didn't want him far away.

I made him a todo list every day because I needed help. I did my best to keep it short. He was currently wearing a crown and having a tea party with Mercy. Normally, the sight would make me melt, but not today.

"Sorry I was aching after working a freaking twelve hour day, preforming action scenes," he said angrily, as he fake sipped the tea. In the past, his anger, paired with the crown and the dainty sip would've made me laugh, but I couldn't find his venom funny today.

"Yeah? I work a 24 hour day, I'm starting to feel like a single mom," I snapped, throwing down the dish towel I had.

"You guys have been fighting a lot," Mercy said, pouring magical tea for her unicorn.

"I'm sorry baby, we're just under a lot of stress," Timothée said.

"Are you going to stop loving each other?" Mercy asked quietly. Timothée and I locked gazes. He gave me a sad smile. He got up and cupped my face. He kissed me deeply. I hadn't had a kiss like this from him in months, it'd been all exasperated and angry fucking. This was pure romance, the way we used to be.

"I'm sorry Mon Amor, I know you do so much, I'll work harder to help," he said, caressing my face.

"No, Timmy I'm sorry, it's hard to do what you do, and I've been taking you for granted," I said.

"We'll work it out, we always do," he said, rubbing his nose against mine. He lead me over to the table and we both sat down.

"Princess," Timothée said, taking her tiny hand. "Mommy and daddy are crazy about each other."

"Yes," I agreed. "We could never stop loving one another."

"You promise?" She asked. Timothée and I put our pinkies out at the same time. She laughed and hooked both her pinkies with ours.

"Promise," Timothée said, and glanced at me. I leaned over and pecked his lips. We would fix this, because we were meant to be.

[soraviie]

crushing on a friend.txt

━ type: bts x gn! reader  ━ navigation

━ about: fluff + crack + some smut ━  pictures taken from Pinterest

━ a/n: [..] means an upcoming 18+ segment so if you're not a fan of that, feel free to skip. Just wanted to write something easier so headcanons it is

━  can be read as a continuation of "you're a friend of a friend"

━ previously posted on soraviii

NAMJOON:

art galleries, raspy laughter, late-night bike rides with your hands wrapped tight around his warm waist is what you must be thinking

and well, it is true

but the first thought that crosses his mind is:

"shit"

he's kind of a goof and the universe has conspired to make his life an utter hell

so mostly his grand romantic gestures crumble like a tower of wet, rotten cards

bike rides? ends up driving into a bramble

bought you flowers? ends up tripping and hurtling the bouquet underneath a car

but enough about Joon taking L's

so obviously the situation is not ideal and halfway he doesn't even understand these feelings he's slowly gaining knowledge of

has probably googled "heart fast rate why???"

(it's because you fixed his shirt, drama queen)

asks you to be travel buddies!

Switzerland, Chicago, Amsterdam, wherever he goes, he asks you to join

"It's normal to ask friends on a trip, right," he reasons to himself

loves to have you hanging around his hotel room

lays back on the bed with the TV in the background and talks to you about anything that comes to mind then

often has meals with you

late night snacks in the hotel room, dinner in a cafe abroad, breakfast brunch squeezed in between his hectic schedule

giggles a lot

giggles x 10 when drinks, say, on one of those late-night dinners

oh, 100% a giggly, blushing mess when dining with you and intoxicated; the whole world becomes so fuzzy and nice because he's with you and even if you're not together you're friends and enjoying each other's company

does get more nervous around you, to the point you can definitely spot the difference

becomes more silly, is more concerned about making you laugh

touchy

uses any and all possible excuses to grab you by the waist

bike comes too near? grabs you by the waist to "protect " you

you're in a crowded place? grabs you by the waist so you don't get lost

if you got a special interest and or hobby, does his due research and often brings up said topic

then gets that dopey look in his eye as he watches you rave on excitedly

like the kind that has cartoon hearts in his eyes

everyone can tell he has a thing for you

you're so present in his life that people have started calling you mini Mon :(

when he catches feelings begins to call you cute 24/7

because he likes cute things :(

even if you two are around common friends, sticks to your side the entire time and talks with you more than anyone else

asks you to take his Instagram pics mostly because if he's on a walk, you're there with him

if you've got social anxiety, frequently checks up and lets you know you can use him as a "get me out of here quickly" card

will immediately fake a yawn and go "this has been fun but I've got a busy day tomorrow, see ya"

you're breathing the outside air in under a minute if that happens

always assures you that it's completely fine if you want to leave; you shouldn't torture yourself for the sake of other people

(always wants to rub your back when this happens but he restrains himself, keeping his palm to his side even as it burns on and on to just reach, to just feel your warmth)

doesn't go to your place often but when he does it's healing

late-night talks with a drink of your choice

he doesn't want to trouble you too much but with a little bit of nudging he ends up spilling his worries and anxieties

listens thoroughly to your advice

if you don't know something, let's say about an art installation or how one specific tax works, always frees the time to explain it

you could have problems with registering for something and once he sees the message, puts things aside to voice message you on what to do

he doesn't call all that often but if he does you know he's missing you like crazy

doesn't say it, of course, he's not there yet to confess quite so soon but you can tell - his voice is gentle and deep, and he doesn't enunciate his words properly cause he's just so tired, but he couldn't sleep without hearing your voice

if you have the hots for someone, where before he would tease you about it, make some (savage) fun about it, now he's choked by jealousy

"you're constipated or something?" you ask him, peering dubiously over the table

"No, why?" with furrowed brows, he sputters.

"You're making a face. That face," you gesture vaguely around his envenomed expression. "You usually make that face when your gut stops working."

"It's working just fine," he scoffs. "You're just a gross little gremlin."

"Jeez, all I said was that the waiter is hot you don't need to - THERE'S THAT FACE AGAIN!"

if you have a partner...

please, just don't, 'cause this has been fun and it won't be any more

Namjoon gets sullen, he feels like he's doing something wrong, the very act of falling in love with you as he knows with unshakeable certainty you return home to someone you call love...

well, he'd rather just lay down in the snow and wither through the ground

so just, please, don't have a partner, he won't stop you, of course, Namjoon is perfectly aware he can't ask anything of the kind from you when he's keeping quiet about his feelings but still...it'd break him, not completely, but enough to make it hurt

plays with your fingers :((

always cuts it short with an awkward cough as though to suggest he'd done it without realizing it, because he's too wrapped up in himself to tell you that he's in love but still does it time after time

if you get along with Monie, he sulks

"He likes everyone more than me."

and if you don't...

then just scolds the poor thing lmao

"They mean well, why you're such a spiteful dog (-_-)"

[..]

has masturbated and thought accidentally about you before realizing his crush

afterwards, he couldn't look you in the eyes for 3 to 7 business days

not so rarely fantasizes about you while getting off and then immediately feels guilty about it

probably moans your name with praise as his eyes scrunch shut and he gets lost in the unfolding scene of his frenzied brain

ngl probably thinks of blowjobs a lot

favourite go-to fantasy is you making eye contact as your mouth is wrapped around him

sometimes he forgets about all the technicalities of what could be, what is and what he wants to be and lets himself slip

that usually involves compliments, tugging you onto his lap, giving fleeting kisses anywhere except your lips, saying he's better than whomever you find hot

straight up asking would you sleep with him

(has done so only once out of fear of scaring you away)

when hit with unbridled jealousy, puts his hand around your shoulder, and refers to you as "mine" despite knowing you will have questions about this he can't help himself

subtly checks you out especially if you're wearing something more revealing than usual

if you're showing signs of being flustered...

oh, boy, you're in a world of trouble

"come here," in that deep ass voice

if you want his opinion on an outfit, he 100% leans back and asks you to give him a twirl

likes to stare at you, not even thoroughly sexually but he just likes to zone out and admire you from a near distance

sometimes calls you "baby" mostly when thinking of something else and forgets you're not officially his baby, just one in his mind

YOONGI:

either takes the longest time out of seven to fall in love with a friend or the shortest, there's literally no in between

the type to find everything you do cute

he doesn't verbalize it but you can see it on his face

the enraptured smile he has around you!

might as well scream to the entire cosmos he's caught a bad case of feelings

incurable one at that

the easiest how to tell of his feelings is his enthusiasm to contact and/or meet you

calls out of the blue and plays it off completely casual

confused, you see the ID and pick up the call on one unassuming late evening

"Did you sit on your phone or something?" you frown

"Can't I sometimes check if you're alive or not? Is it a crime?"

ever think he's too cocky for his own good?

pull up the picture of him in the maid outfit - instantly humbled

but this works only once, afterwards, he just leans into it and says his legs look sexy or something

roasts you

he's in love with you but Yoongi will remain Yoongi

he's soft about it however and secretly enjoys if you give him back the same attitude

sneaky yet deliberate hand holding

frequently lets his hand brush up against yours

it's like a drug to him

does things for you (acts of service king!) like say, peel tangerines for you, cut up fruits, peel shrimp

shares his food with you, especially the things you like

if you're out eating somewhere makes sure they have your favourites

praises might be rare but you know he believes them whole-heartedly

once in every blue moon arranges a get-away, particularly if you've complained about being stuck at home too much

the boys all inspect him with big, wide eyes wondering what could he possibly need the weekend free for

"______________ wants a change of scenery."

"oooOOooooooooOoo _______________ wants a change of scenery ~~~"

they rip into him without mercy for being such a simp

and if anything goes wrong, when it's supposed to be p e r f e c t

he becomes genuinely upset

"Can I not get nice things just once? Just this once can something not go to shit!"

doesn't, of course, flip out often, if ever, just sometimes it occurs and he's very sulky

you can reach him 24/7 (he's always on that damn phone T-T)

will scold you if you have bad eating habits

"Turns out I have not one Holly, but two," he grumbles, shuffling through your door with a takeout in hand. "I have to make sure you're fed and with enough liquids. At least, Holly has cute ears."

"I'm not your pet!" peeved, you turn to glare at him, but Yoongi only shrugs.

"Could've fooled me."

hOld hIs HaND nOw

it legitimately twitches if yours is anywhere near

if he's not super tired, is constantly cracking jokes around you

definitely lets himself be more playful with you than at the start

when he's jealous, he just looks disgusted like on the brink of vomit

obviously, you don't receive an explanation as to why his face looks as though he was just forced to lick a toilet bowl

proper gentleman

patiently waits for you to get ready

subtle but frequent touching

fidgets a lot and stares awkwardly away, cause he's just so shy when it comes to you

"how many stares until marriage"

he'd rather die than admit that question is in his google search

off-handedly, tells you you're pretty

sometimes ties your shoes??

[..]

darts his tongue over his lips when he finds you sexy

also, gets this zoned-out look in the eye

like his soul leaves his body for a second

if you wear something rather fitting or revealing, he swallows nervously and rasps that you look good

it's not that he doesn't ever think of you in that way, wondering how would it feel like or that he doesn't not want to jack off to the thought of it, but more like he doesn't allow himself??

like he can let his mind wander and then realize the direction of where this is winding up on and he goes: "No! No."

this is the one aspect I think he would oppress quite hard

mostly because it feels weird for him to make these hypothetical scenarios and then look you in the eyes all without saying a word

almost in a way he pushes these thoughts off until and if you get together

that said has had a session with himself in which the main fantasy was eating you out on a piano, legs quivering around the sides of his head as you yanked harshly on his hair

JIN:

winks

constantly

subtly touchy

say, instead of holding your hand he shakes it

every time you meet, he's just like "welcome, hello." *shakes your hand*

lame jokes and wordplay about you lowkey dating him

clings to you like a koala if it's cold

particularly fond of back hogging

not hugging, hogging

try and get rid of him when he's in the clingy mood

does the absolute most if you're not paying attention to him

if you're on the phone when he's talking - will pinch you

sometimes breaks into your house

you wake up one day, wondering why the hell is TV going off at full volume

and you see Jin lounging on the couch, eating cereal (yours ofc) and tossing a casual greeting:

"You took your time. If I'd been a burglar, you'd be so dead."

crashes at your place when is his drunk giggly self

imagine JK's birthday live

but he doesn't leave lolol

so the thing is, he has joked about wanting to kiss you for a long time

teasing before, just being silly, without meaning quite anything

which guarantees him a sort of immunity now

as he still jokes about wanting to kiss you, maybe even puckering up his lips just to see your reaction

but where you think it's a joke, he means it oh so earnestly

responds with "you're cute" when you say something gross

"oh, I'm going to hurl all over these fucking stairs"

"ur cute" *cue drunken swaying*

constantly is hounding to get some drinks

maybe because it’s less conspicuous than dinner

maybe because if he’d see you, cheeks glowing in the candle light across the table

he’d have to have an untimely funeral 

but jokes, of course, on him

cause you’re no less lovely sitting by a bar, laughing at his jokes, face and gaze flushed with inebriated joy

avoids eye contact like his life depends on it cause it does

you know of “hyung will do it” now get ready for “honey will do it”

quite possibly squabbles with you as he instantly jumps into things to help you out

shamelessly uses you as an excuse to not go out or get away from a social gathering 

“Ah, you see,” he smiles, the fake little bitch. “__________’s tummy is making funny noises, better to avoid unnecessary evacuation.”

presses you for a crumb of affection but when you give it, vehemently protests - ears, neck, face bright fucking red

politely yet savagely rips apart any love interest you might have

“But who am I to judge?” he says smugly once finished destroying some poor stranger who made eyes at you

repeats your whining in a cutely mocking tone

goes off in your texts and calls if he’s even mildly annoyed

which is how you get the learn the precious knowledge of how Jungkook had his toe stuck in Jin’s asscrack for a fleeting second 

the more resistant you are to play along with some of his jokes, the eager he is to make them 

yes, your mortification provides him much needed joy

can and will literally come over just to do dishes and dip without any explanation

okay, so he’s over a lot

has a fruitless ongoing debate of why should some of his things be at your home

It’s for cOnVeNieNcE, says he

and not at all because he has the delusional idea that he can move in first and then become your partner

he’s your little house husband 

constantly has gifts for you

especially when he visits, which, as mentioned, is all the time 

often comes bearing fruits and snacks, but the presents have included and not been limited to - a jumper, a jacket, fridge magnet, shitty freebie, matching couple bracelets, tickets to a show and, of course, the most noteworthy - his own signed selfie

he hangs it up in the entry hallway

and, despite how many times you remove it, it’s always somehow there the next day 

along with heavy stream of complaints about how unappreciative you are of being friends with a superstar

jokes this time on you, he thinks you’re the star 

nap in his presence and be prepared to be made fun of, bothered and getting air blown in your ear

sometimes lets his intrusive thoughts win and bites your hand 

cooks for you and makes such a fuss about it

even as you point out he’s not fucking invisible and you can, in fact, see his grin spreading from cheek to cheek 

[..]

much like Yoongi, it’s not that Jin’s the innocent soul out there and lives without harbouring a single impure thought about you 

that’s not the case

but more so he simply does not allow himself to often venture there

it’s not polite first of all and second, he doesn't wield the best poker face against you 

but if he lets himself wander…

oh boy, imagine it nasty, imagine it wild, and with no small amount of soft domming

just for the sheer torture, he might not touch himself at all and just think of scenarios

is particularly fond of overstimulating fantasy and you pleading out to him in soft whimpers, clutching at his broad shoulders

that fantasy wholly fulfils his wish to be needed and it’s a secret pleasure of his

hearing fantasy you praising him about how he’s taking care of you like no one else…

well, it makes his entire skin burn as though fevered

sometimes his fantasies include light bondage and food play,  both on you and him

has cracked a sharp smirk imagining how would it feel like to be tied to the bedpost and be had in your way - scratched, marked, absolutely drained dry and punished

in those scenarios, he always imagines you jealous

he likes thinking about you being jealous

it ties back to the being needed wish fulfilment of his 

Jin himself doesn’t often get jealous but when he does he becomes authoritative

guides you away from the conversation; firmly puts down all your protests and points out why that person is no good for you

sometimes whispers in your ear to do something without whining

that is the riskiest he’ll get

but that inquisitive line of whether you’d obey his order or be a brat fuels him like no other

HOSEOK: 

the only one whose feelings are not in fact typed in 108-size letters on his face, in bold print, mind you 

so out of all the boys, he would be capable of keeping up the front for years

and quite believably so 

he thinks about it a lot - what would happen if he did confess, what if he didn’t, would it change anything?

but that currently is only for him to know

what he shows to you is exactly what you make him - the best of himself

sometimes you see how sulky and depressed he becomes, but it’s not as much as he puts a facade in front of you when that frown turns it to smile

(well, partially it does but he also knows you can see right through his masks, that’s why you’re so scary; so scary and lovely at the same time)

it’s not so much of a pretence as much as he genuinely feels his heart lighten whenever you’re around

is deathly afraid of disappointing you and maybe it does make a foundation on why he doesn’t come outright about his feelings

but that’s the story for another time

in this situation, it means, however, you are an exclusive guest of his world

no, not guest - citizen

quietly consults you on things that he struggles with and in return earnestly listens to yours

becomes a glue in your life

whenever something threatens to chip off, be it your confidence, your stability or financial state, he’s first in line to help 

holiday periods are the most stressful time

because he’s always searching for the best possible gift for you 

it has to be  p e r f e c t

perfect gift for his perfect person

which is why he collects detailed mental notes about everything you say you want and/or need

and along with that never fails to gift something handmade

pots, jewellery, even if it’s something stupid like a worm figurine, you know he meant it explicitly for you and tried his very best 

actually doing those things in his free time is a stress relief

because when he’s there, in the dark studio, alone and buckling under pressure, the thought of your smile is the only thing that keeps him from snapping completely 

has picked up knitting solely to make you some mittens

now, look me in the eye and tell me that the image of Hoseok dripped out in an absolute rockstar of an outfit knitting a bright yarn with a focused expression doesn’t melt your heart 

often calls you after award ceremonies, shows, concerts, flights

voice tired and fragile; he just needs some comfort

so largely a late-night phone call is a semi-routine

but when you meet, Hobi has no time to rest - it's time to feed and care for you

has a thing for offering you food

doesn’t flirt often but when he does…

…loses all shame 

usually laughs afterwards to brush it off

at times, gets really nervous around you 

notably in settings that make one think this is a date

bounces his knee like crazy if you’re sitting near him and he can feel the warmth radiating off your body 

*opens up one button of his shirt* you’re interested in this ;)?

pretty much allows you to do anything you want 

loves to style you 

falls for your traps all the time

you can pout and whine, and he’ll get anything

will drop everything if you call him crying

pays so much attention to all your details he prepares things before you even arrive and/or ask for them

say, you’ve been sneezing a lot, has tissues nearby

say, you’ve got a hydrating schedule, pours you a glass of water before you even get up to do it

invites you to places all the time

even if he knows you’re going to decline

the point is he’ll always be there to greet and hang out with you 

actually battles with you when you put yourself down

all the things you point out as ugly, he reframes as “cute”

has taken about a thousand of your pictures

for one week he made one as his lock screen but then changed it out of fear you’d notice

at times, he holds your face in his palms 

for a short amount of time but it makes both of you feel butterflies

gives the dryest, most judgmental look to whomever tries to make a pass at you 

he doesn’t even say anything merely one look can make a person lose all their self worth

often invites you to dance, always assuring that you don’t need to be coordinated or anything, he just wants you to enjoy yourself 

[..]

gets off on the thought of you quite regularly 

has literal library of fantasies about you

most of them downright nasty

filthy and rough is his go to 

including but not limited to, fucking you in doggystyle and holding your arms crossed behind your back

has a thing for smudged mascara streaks 

and probably spitting in your mouth

at his horniest, imagines a sloppy blowjob, pushing your head down on his cock and hearing you gag repeatedly 

very much is driven by hard domming and allowing himself to feel like you’re his

which, of course, does hollow him out a bit when he realises the stark opposite in reality 

he doesn’t exactly have a problem about picturing you in various dirty scenarios 

as, no matter what he imagines, he never ever projects it onto you - he fully realises this is his own mind and he’s intended to keep all these fantasies there

even if you got together I don’t think he would confess what he thought 

he’d just brush it off casually - that yes, he has had some sexual thoughts about you but he wouldn’t get into it 

likes mostly to jack off on the bed as that’s where his fantasies revolve around

he knows he can’t shake off these thoughts as he has tried and failed so he leans into them but this is a very private and secretive part of himself Hoseok never wants to share 

JIMIN: 

no matter where or when, is always ready to meet you 

at times, you’re the only thing that gets him out of the bed

good old fashioned Jimin things - shameless, needy for touch and with a big whooping praise kink

fail to compliment him and you’ll get those upset eyebrows, pout and whining combo

has a kink for your thighs

doesn’t matter what kind they are, big, thin, hate them or love them, he’ll have his hand there and be damned if anyone tries to remove it ;)

you can suggest any plans and he’ll happily join you 

you want to stay home? he’ll stay in your home too lmao 

kisses, so many kisses

and it’s only because it’s Jimin that you don’t notice because he’s affectionate to everyone, right?

particularly fond of neck kisses

and hickeys, the possessive little bi-

oh, and nosing at your neck, he loves it all 

constantly piles up food onto your plate 

sometimes he wakes up and is extra in love with you 

on those days there’s nothing past his lips but rows of giggles

at other times, he wakes up pissed off and tired

he doesn’t speak at all then but still holds your hand 

to let you know he’s not mad at you but at the world

you’re his happiness fairy how could he ever be mad at you 

when he falls in love he becomes uh…gentler

like before his method of waking you up would be to toss a pillow into your face or just jump on top of you, now he’s a tad calmer about it

never ever get sick 

he loses his mind then

gets jealous quite easily 

he’s well aware of it but, damn it, sometimes the sharpness just slips 

“Why don’t you run off to your other friends if they’re so wonderful?”

crawls back in like 5 minutes afterwards

but if you piss him off…

…still forgives you

the longest he’d been mad at you was two days 

he wholeheartedly believes you can do no wrong

the literal embodiment of: “I have done nothing wrong, ever, in my life. “I know this and I love you.”

someone could complain of how you cussed them out and punched them for good measure and at most Jimin would arch an eyebrow, and ask dryly: “what were you doing provoking them?”

speaking of, doesn’t shy away from saying “I love you”

will show up on your doorstep if you don’t contact him for like…a day lol

“so…like…” he pants, out of breath. “You’re busy or something? What’s going on?"

mentioned before, but it deserves a spotlight - constant touching; rarely his hands are completely away from you 

loves to squeeze you like a stress ball, especially, how to say it, if you’re curvier in some places

doesn’t function well (re. at all) if you have a love interest on the side

literally doesn’t matter how great they are, Jimin thinks they’re below you 

has probably been confronted by many of your possible dates, love interests, and partners, because it’s so obvious he’s in love with you 

MOREOVER, he just acts like such a boyfriend thus most people stay far away from you as Jimin glares daggers across the distance

another one to designate you as a travel buddy

has schemed the evergreen “there was only one bed” trope

the only thing it lead to was him having atrial fibrillation for several hours as you snored softly by his side

will sit in your lap, will tug you into his lap, literally doesn’t matter, either way, is heaven

hour-long conversations occur with alarming frequency

without fail asks often how much you like him

he just needs to hear that confirmation

gorges on your snacks >:(

so incredibly focused on you, he can almost read your mind 

you don’t even have to say it, if you’re sad, he’ll understand and will begin to comfort you 

prefers to watch you without you realising, be it right by your side or across the room, he’ll have a small, proud smile blossoming on his face wherever you should be

fond of dragging - by the waist, by the hand, will lug you around if he wants to :)

might just be your biggest fan

practically lives at your place lol

“Just trust me!” 

usually, you end up getting into some shit after he says this

hounds you to cook for him

probably sets his own selfie as your lock screen

add a heart to his contact number or face the consequences :)

sings at you often

has somehow gotten a hold of your childhood pictures and does treasure them like his own heart

has tried to kiss you a thousand times but always chickens out at the very last second

what if he ends up losing you? that’s just not a thought he can ever bear

[..]

insatiable thirst 

another one who doesn’t feel all too guilty about thinking of you in that way lmao

he just reckons that these thoughts will happen so instead of pretending he can stop them, Jimin just lets them unfold in his own privacy

doesn’t have set roles like either he wants to dom or be dommed

he just wants you, so it ends up switching a lot

has thought about you scolding him, tying him up and leaving pretty nail marks 

has also thought about tying you up and them overstimulating so much tears are running down your cheeks

probably has had both of these fantasies in the same night

that said, has some kinks that appear frequently 

praise

cock worship 

the way his ego gets stroked thinking of you going haywire about his ehm…endowment 

you professing you’re his is a must in every scenario

sensual BDSM is also one of his faves

blindfolds, silk bondage, wax play

everything that asks for equal trust and submission (on both sides) drives him nuts

might even edge himself with these fantasies

picture them in clear detail and not even touch himself

so that eventually the relief is so overwhelming, he gets dizzy

definitely moans your name 

blatantly checks you out

holds intense eye contact just to see you get flustered

gets inappropriately and insanely hard when you’re mean and fired up

going to a club with Jimin, means a lot of grinding and whispering in your ear

presses your delirious, intoxicated figure into his, so close that at one point you could swear that the point of where you ended and he began was obliterated

has lowkey sent you his nudes and asked which one looks better

probably has had hookups with other people and couldn’t get off if he didn’t pretend it was you 

that’s the only thing he’s ever gotten conflicted about

TAEHYUNG:

Bold, with a capital B

acts like your boyfriend, no question about it

good night texts

weird, cryptic, out-of-context selfies and videos sent in the middle of the night

your gallery has 1001 pics of Tannie

and also his fe- *gunshot*

gets so giggly if you’re jealous

it’s honestly hilarious that you feel the need to worry about him not being enamoured with you 

lives to tease you 

if you’re more a tsundere and/or reserved type…

…lord help you 

he will make it his life mission to smother you in love

lowkey kidnaps you for car rides and to accompany him on the chores 

shameless about asking for attention and affection

he’ll just take it if you’re stubborn T-T

sends you love songs passed off as music recommendations 

loves to surprise you with little gifts 

wants to be pampered and will fight for it to happen 

has millions of your pictures in his camera roll

…..

and YES MOST OF THEM ARE BLURRY

not only set your pic as his home screen, but it’s also his MF LOCK SCREEN 

permanently

has one picture of you framed in his house

speaking of - always finds excuses for you to hang out in his house 

“Stay,” he whispers, catching you by the elbow as you try to leave. “Just a bit longer.”

misses you constantly

invites you to slow dance 

is the most confident *cough* delusional about you both ending up as a couple 

has made people blush with the way he stares at you 

“He doesn’t even blink,” someone laughs, the sound falling thin and awkward. “It’s like he wants to eat you or something.”

gives those types of hugs where he envelops you fully, resting his chin on your shoulder

has lowkey obsession with linking arms as you walk 

if you’re fighting can’t think straight until it's resolved

though, of course, he’s very stubborn about it cause Tae will remain Tae

you might naturally ask - if he’s so brazen why doesn't he just confess 

well, it’s more so for your sake than his own

'cause while Tae is ready to commit, he treasures your comfort 

so for the time being he’s okay with all of this; as long as you’re happy 

probably carries some sort of token of yours wherever he goes 

will fight for your honour until his last breath 

doesn’t allow anyone to tease you, not even the boys, that’s only for him

singing matches in the car

regular movie nights during which no one is even watching the movie lmao 

entrusts you with Tannie

though not before completing a two-hour-long presentation about how to properly care for the guy 

mentions you constantly 

the members are probably exhausted from hearing about how great you are

says “I love you” often but always becomes wistful 

‘cause you’re not his yet properly 

uses all of your shit >:\

from shampoo to dishtowel, what’s yours is his lmaooo

is honestly so annoying

and cOckY

he knows you love him (even if it’s just as a friend for now) so he just gets on your nerves a lot 

purely because he can 

and then gives that shit-eating grin 

because what are you going to do about it? ;)

pull his hair? ;)

scold him? ;)

oh no ;) what a nightmare ;))

he doesn't much interfere with you getting a side fling (he thinks of himself as your main man)

but he won’t pretend he’s happy about it 

will visibly sulk and get upset when you mention someone else’s name

generally have the foulest of moods if you’re attention is grasped by another

wants to go to the gym, just to impress you 

with little success

matching shirts and accessories, notably while on vacation

if he cooks for you and you don’t like it, pouts for an entire hour

watches out for you constantly 

ropes you into ridiculous games 

always accompanies you with his gaze

when travelling pulls up your picture and stares at it, will do so even in a crowd

[..]

doesn’t often let himself slip in sexual thoughts

in his mind that’s just for the future

as it’s simply inevitable you’ll end up together

however, when he does, he solely fantasises about you getting off

how would you do it, would there be toys, would you moan, would you bite your lip that sort of thing

sometimes in those fantasies he imagines you know he’s watching you and put on a show

Taehyung loooves a good show

has a thing for voyeurism

wears shirts that barely cover his chest and then sits on your bed, saying nothing but meaning everything in the half lidded stare, in the slow way he moves his hips…

if you wear shorts to bed, will check you out while biting his lip

loves to be all over you when intoxicated

has probably kissed you drunkenly once 

and now it’s referred to as “the incident”

JUNGKOOK:

a literal fucking SIMP T-T

prepare to be bugged every time, all the time

does and says the most ridiculous things just to be noticed by you 

does your chores and/or accompanies you on grocery runs

will scoff if you give him attitude but secretly enjoys it 

is unintentionally bold

he could completely say “love took shape when I first laid eyes on you” without breaking a sweat

but holding your gaze for longer than 5 seconds? nah, find someone else to do it

actually don’t 

Because, and you knew this was coming, 

p o s s e s s i v e 

but in like a healthy way

(...partially)

he would never think of prohibiting you in any sort of way 

baby wants you to grow and flourish :(

but others are a fair game lmao

your little storm cloud glaring left and right, brewing and just wanting to be left alone with you 

“That’s mY bUsInEsS,” he huffs when asked about this

obedient 

and also not??

it’s hard to explain

ig depends on whether he wants to be praised or be granted your blissfully annoyed attention 

scared shitless of telling you how much he loves you but he’s also so obvious it’s really doing him no favours

no. 1 back hug enthusiast

and I know I said this a lot already about the other boys, but Jungkook is really the no. 1 

likes to hold you and from the side, it looks like he’s holding you down so you can’t escape

“Jungkook, would you ease? They’re not running away.”

“No.”

usually follows your whims and wishes (‘cause of the SIMP status) 

but at times he can get so obstinate about particular topics

no amount of arguing or reasoning can persuade him 

“No, and that’s final (-_-)”

usually, it revolves around your health or going out with someone (or sharing food lmaoo)

big on gestures of affection, both from you and from him

think of like peeling a perilla leaf, or putting something on his plate that you know he likes

literally swoons over these things

because they’re so domestic and so important to him 

it’s proof that you’re close to him

you’re like a star in his sky so he just assumes everyone is out here trying to marry you 

even if it’s not remotely true

hangs out at your place and invites you to his 50/50

sharing takeout or dinners at random places is a must

whatever stupid joke comes to his mind, it’s shared with you 

doesn’t cook for you often but enjoys the hell out of it lmao

look at him being a good husband material 

protective 

spaces out on you a lot 

can forget to talk and listen because he’s just staring 0.0

shamelessly abuses the power of his doe eyes

anything to make you forgive him lol

will steal your food

you can come home and find entire cupboards absolutely annihilated 

loves to gift you cute things 

while he may not understand some of your hobbies or interests, especially if they’re the polar opposite of his, he always tries his best to make you feel heard and be respectful

teases you a lot

pokes and pinches you if he feels like it’s been too peaceful for too long 

imitates you, endearingly 

kiss his cheek and watch him self-destruct from inside

when abroad often sends you little voice messages just before falling asleep

with his voice all groggy he confesses how much he’s missing you 

…and your cereal

smells your hair, especially when cuddling

you can be laying peacefully 

and then you hear the “pfffffffff hmm pffffffffffffffffff”

may even gift or suggest some shampoos and shower gels whose scent he enjoys 

has to physically restrain himself from slapping your butt 

[..]

he’s in the middle level of tapping his spank bank if you know what I mean 

it’s not rare but he prefers to distract himself in other ways

otherwise looking at you afterwards is just too damn awkward

that said, his favourite fantasies are different than others because he’s not actively thinking about sex

(well, sometimes he does but that’s another story)

however, he’s really into groping

into soft and lazy makeout during which he can grope you all he wants

it’s domesticity for him 

taking things slow as well as having your agreement to everything he’d suggest

he loves to fantasise about that freedom, that should he want to he could just take you on the couch 

have your legs shaking and arms clawing at his back 

it’s just comfortable

has a thing for fucking you while you wear only his shirt or hoodie

he likes to think about how he’d be kneading your ass, teasing and turning you on 

how soft and warm you’d be 

how you’d taste and feel 

has a small brat-tamer streak within him as ironic as it is given who the og brat really is

so occasionally he’d dip into those fantasies of playfully subduing and edging you till begging comes up ;)

© soraviii/soraviie 2022-2023

[louisisalarrie]

Lmao about to jump on your bbg discussion here. My issue with the scenario of ending with a paternity test has always been that GP will always still believe that he at the very least, slept with a woman. I was under the impression during 1D years, particularly the later years with RBB, that H and L wanted to eventually come out as a couple, thus the hinting about Larry. Obviously things can change over the years and perhaps they don't want that anymore, but if they do, then the only way to actually do that and have it make sense is to literally tell the truth as the ending. Like a legit tell all about being forced into the closet, the beards, the fake pregnancy, everything. Because he can't logically say "I thought this hookup gave me a kid for the past 8 years" and "H and I have been together since 2010" and not have people be ??? But do you think coming out with the legit truth is ever possibility at all? Or no matter what, will people always think some aspects of the stunts were true? As I said though, maybe H and L don't really care at this point, they know larries know the truth? Just something I've thought about a lot!

Helloooo anon! Lovely to hear your thoughts and thanks for joining in the discussion! I’ll try and break this down a bit into main points so I don’t ramble about everything all at once and it ends up illegible hehe.

Alrighty, so I think that the GP always thinking louis had slept with a woman because of bbg ending in a paternity result is what it is. As long as it stops the stunt, that’s what matters to him and to us. This is a Step 1 of the coming out process, and once those headlines die down about it, then it’s deciding how H and L come out. In my opinion, there are a few ways this could go after bbg ends:

a) harry comes out first, Louis comes out months later (long enough for it to not be immediately connected by gp), then they start being seen together and a “new” relationship between them is seeded and say they’ve never been together until now

b) louis and harry come out together in a relationship, say they’ve never been together until now

c) louis and harry come out together in a relationship, say they’ve been together since 1d, and expose all the stunts by breaking their NDAs

Now… all 3 of these options work with the narrative of a paternity test. In all options, they are still able to define their sexuality as whatever they want it to be when they come out, but will obviously lean towards both of them at least having previous interest in women. Louis could be like “yeah I always thought I was straight but I did some soul searching and realised I’m gay” and harry could stick with the assumption held by the GP already that he is bi, or say something similar to the above.

I assume option A is how things are gonna go, because B links too closely to C and doesn’t line up with the current narrative of them being weirdos on opposite sides of the planet to each other at all times lol. Ideally, option C would be extremely satisfying and would give both of them incredible PR, and bring S*mon and co to their knees, but that truly depends on what H and L think they wanna do, and how big of a war they wanna keep fighting.

Hear me out here now… I’ve talked about multiple ways to end bbg in the past, but what if Louis was just like.. a sperm donor? Very early on in bbg there was a theory that B was a surrogate for H and L, but that definitely doesn’t add up. This theory, however, would require louis to come out at the same time as bbg ending, all in one go, and it also keeps F as his son which isn’t ideal, but separates him more from it in terms of sexuality. But hear me out… what if there was a headline that looked like this?

“Louis Tomlinson announces he donated his sperm in generous act for good friend B whose long term partner struggled with fertility issues”

While this headline looks a bit funny to us, I think the GP won’t question it thaaaaat much. His direct non larrie fans would, because they have seen AOTV, they’ve seen louis call F his son multiple times, but… in this narrative, he IS his son, he’s just not having sex with women because he’s gay lol, and he’s just a sweet guy, ya know? And things could be broken down a little like:

“Tomlinson, 32, says that he loves F and was happy to help B out as he’d always wanted to be a father himself, but has announced to the world just this morning, that he is in fact gay.”

It’s frustrating because in a way, it ends bbg, but it also keeps F connected to Louis to a degree. Ugh. Idk. But that is how you would ensure that the GP don’t have proof that louis has had vaginal sex anymore.

To your point about harry and louis doing a tell all, it would rock the music industry like crazy. Imagine it!!! There would be a million other celebs wanting to come out and share their stories of how badly they’re treated too, and people would be on Larry’s side. It would be powerful. It would help stop what happened to them, happen to other young gay kids. And it would ruin S*mons life, which I love. But… I think a tell all will happen, but not for a long time. I would love it to happen now, trust me I would, but I feel they’re still in too much of a sticky situation with bbg and Harry’s stunts.

I think larry see what we say, they love that we know, and they care a lot about us. But truly I think they’d love to show the world their true colours. Harry’s dancing with pride flags and is MUCH more free now in expressing himself, and I think he would actually wait for louis to be in a position where they can come out together, to take the heat off just one of them doing it. I think they’d love to walk down the street and hold hands and be cute, because they were told for so many years they couldn’t. And being told you can’t, makes you really want to. So I think they’ll do it together, and I think they want to. In saying this though, I do agree with the theory that they decided to put coming out on the back burner for a little bit while they enjoyed their tours and let the dust settle a bit after so much happening, and are just enjoying their private love life while they’re older and have a bit more freedom. But they’ll come back with a vengeance, and they’ll come out together. I’m sure of it xx

(Also sorry I totally rambled)

[wayfaringtrainers]

.

"-which means less competitive breeding, less harm to local ecologies and less Pokémon abuse. I fail to see how mints are 'harming professional training' in any sense."

Fame was something Robin had always eschewed. He had created an entire persona to detach himself from his professional Pokémon career, that's how much he didn't like it. But try as he might, he still had to jump through some hoops like any other professional. And at the level he performed at -title and everything- the general public was always curious about the pseudo-famous "Knight of Kalos"... Probably moreso given how he put on a disguise and a fake voice. Sometimes, Robin wondered if he had to deal with more or less interviews than other champions as a result.

"Well, thank you for providing us on your input on the modern-day competitive scene." the interviewer said after finishing writing on her notepad. "Now, there's just one more question I have for you, Mr Soul. Now although you are a champion, many people have wondered when -or if- you are ever going to aim for regional Champion, on the level of Diantha, Steven and Leon. We've seen you partake in the odd exhibition match against people of this level, but are there any plans from the Knight of Kalos to be King?"

"Well, this is an interesting question." Robin said -putting on his 'Soul' voice. "But I think the answer is a simple 'no'... But if you want the longer explanation..."

He shifted on the seat to be more comfortable as he continued his explanation.

"I've said it many times and I am a man of my convictions. The Pokémon League is a celebration of what man and 'mon can do together, our collective skills and experiences combined to reach heights unattainable seperate. And I believe my friends and I have reached a respectful peak. The only thing we could gain from pushing further is the fueling of ego and hardships I do not believe we are truly ready for. It's great to dream ambitiously, but temper it with reality, and know when you have what you need.

"Do remember, I actually lose that exhibition match with Steven. And Diantha has my respect, enough that I won't gain any satisfaction from usurping her. No true knight would overthrow the queen, you could say."

"I see, I see..." The interviewer nodded, "And if Steven and Diantha can't be taken down, I imagine Leon is beyond your reach too."

Soul froze and tensed a little. His jaw clenched slightly as he glanced at the interviewer. He should just stay quiet. Say nothing. Don't rock the boat at-

"No, I would absolutely crush Leon beneath my heel given half a chance."

Dammit.

And yes, immediately after he said that, the interviewer's position changed. She saw a story right there, and like any good reporter, she just had to snap it up.

"Oh? Is there some history behind those words, Soul? If your battle with Elric has shown us anything, it's that behind the flair, there's some rock-hard conviction. Pleae, do elaborate."

Soul glanced around awkwardly, before glancing over to the expectant interviewer. He tried to think of a way out of this... A joke? A light-hearted ribbing? But try as he might, he couldn't...

"Oh, I wish I hadn't said that." Soul sighed dramatically. "It isn't a slight against Leon personally, but rather... The Galar League as a whole.

People talk of Leon like he's the greatest thing since sliced bread, but I'm sorry, but anybody can win any game when you stack the deck in your favour, and that is what the Galar League does. Galar is currently the only League that is strictly invite-only, and the people who give out these invitations usually have a personal bias towards maintaining the current champion status-quo... Not to mention, Galar straight up bans the use of Mega Evolution. When your league cherry-picks your opponents and forbids them from using their aces, of course you're going to have a reputation as undefeatable. But I call complete folly on that, by the way. There's no way he's never lost a fight. Official League Fights? Maybe he's never lost one of those, but I find the idea he's lost no fights ever to be a straight up farce.

So yes, if Leon actually left the Galar League rules and fought me on equal footing, I think I could take him out. Maybe it won't be a free ride, but it would certainly be easier than other champions and ex-champions who I think are more deserving of the title 'world's strongest'."

.

The interview wrapped up soon after, with a happy reporter with a very juicy scoop. For his part, Soul slunk away to the dressing room, taking a moment to doff his outfit and regret letting himself slip up.

"Ooooooh that was stupid." Robin grumbled regretfully, as he heard familiar footsteps walk in.

"For what it's worth, I think it was fitting." Amber grinned as she gave Robin a hug from behind. "Nobody's perfect, not even Soul."

"Well, maybe this will help convince the League to have me do less of these press meetings." Robin ran a hand through his hair and readjusted it back into the tail he found comfortable keeping it in. "So, what's the plan for dinner tonight?"

"Well, how about we go with your choice, my brave, handsome knight? Maybe we'll avoid anything Galarian, given how touchy that subject is gonna be..."

"You mean, avoid bland, boring, uninteresting food?" The Galarian joked and gave his girlfriend a nudge on the shoulder, "Sounds like a plan!"

Amber giggled and patted Robin's own shoulder, before hurrying along ahead. Robin took one last breath and left the dressing room, Amber's briskness convincing him nobody would see him leave the dressing room Soul entered. As much as he put effort to keep Robin leaking into Soul, sometimes he had to manually remember to keep Soul out of Robin.

[vimbry-moved]

is. fakemon supposed to be pronounced "fakeymon"

[slayingqueenchal]

Interview(ed) | timothee chalamet x y/n

A remake of my first ever fanfic Interview. | Timothee chalamet x Reader (y/n) I'm a bit better at writing, comparing to my past self, this is full of fluff fluff fluffy, and I'm using second person perspective instead of first person perspective,and timmy describes you in french and it's like confessing! But I'll stfu rn, enjoy! (There's an ending to this not like the first one)

"Yes, how are you, y/n, Timothee! I am john" The interviewer said to you and timothee.

"Good good! " Said timothee, and you nodded with him. "Amazing, now, I'm going to ask you questions for both dune part 1&2, is that alright?" John ask and both of you nodded.

"So, timothee, how did you get the role of Paul atreides? " John asks while flipping his card.

"It was like every other auditions, it's a tough one, I was really lucky that I got the role" He explained, his hands were moving as he was speaking.

"Great, what about you, y/n" John asks. "It was my cousin, who made me audition for the role of alia atreides, she was nine, she's a, a really smart person, to the degree that she understood dune" You told John.

"Why haven't you told me this?! This is literally the cutest thing ever, Y/n" Timothee groaned.

John flipped another card. "You can choose to not answer this one, just tell me, but the fans are curious about you twos dating rumours, is that true? " He asks.

"That's fine" Said timothee, you told John "we're very platonic.. Too, platonic, sometimes" With a fake chuckle.

You always had feelings since you first met timothee. It's like, love at first sight.

"Oo, that's cool! Up to the next question! " He flips his card, "Can each of you tell me, who was the most funniest, adorable, relatable, nicest co-star in the whole film, say it at the same time! ".

"Okay.. Timmy, one" You said.

"Two" Timothee said.

"Three! " You said. You pointed at him, saying "you!". But, he had done the same thing to, he said you were the most fun from the whole dune film.

"Aww" John said. You realized that, you were blushing hard.

"Up to the final, special question, many fans have asked this, timothee, can you describe y/n kn french? " John asks.

"elle est belle, ma personne préférée dans le film, peut-être ma personne préférée dans le monde entier" Timothee says with a lot of emotions.

(she's beautiful, my favorite person in the film, maybe my favorite person in the whole world)

"elle est vraiment attentionnée, avec beaucoup de monde et je ne pouvais pas m'empêcher d'être jalouse" Timothee says.

(she's really caring, with a lot of people and I couldn't help but to be jealous)

"Je pense que j'ai des sentiments pour elle, mon amour"

(I think I have feeling for her, love)

"et je sais qu'il y aura un gars ou une fille française qui traduira ça, mais priez Dieu qu'elle ne le sache pas. c'est une belle, géniale, gentille personne et honnêtement je ne la mérite pas du tout mais c'est trop tard maintenant, je suis déjà tombé amoureux d'elle" He says

(and I know there's going to be a French guy or girl who is going to translate this, but, pray to God that she wouldn't know. she's a beautiful, great, nice person and I honestly don't deserve her, at all but it's too late now, I've already fallen for her)

"And I believe that's it, I guess" He says.

"That was great! I personally don't understand but, maybe there will be someone who will explain, well I'm ending soon so, thankyou so much for answering all of the questions! Goodnight and bye! " John says enthusiastically. Not you though, you and timothee looks like a dead zombie answering questions since seven in the morning to ten pm.

"Well, that's all guys, pack your stuff and you can go, goodnight! " Says the producer.

"Alright" You both said.

"Timmy! Goodnight" You said, waving at him. "Night, y/n" Timothee responses.

You walked down to your car in silence with your body guards, and got home safely.

You went upstairs, get cleaned up, and went for a good night sleep.

Everything was alright until a thousand notifications blew up on your phone.

"What the hell" You groaned, taking your phone. Though your eyes were blurry, you can still see.

Everyone one was tagging you all across the media.

"Oh my gosh, I'm French, and if you haven't watched the dune interview with buzzfeed, you're missing out! " The girl says and plays the audio.

'elle est belle, ma personne préférée dans le film, peut-être ma personne préférée dans le monde entier' the blurry audio says

"Timothee is saying how y/n is the best person in the world and later he says that he couldn't help but be jealous of people around her who she's nice with,OH MY GOSH, he says he thinks he has feelings for her, and that he doesn't deserve her but he has already fallen in love. Oh my gosh y'all" Says the girl.

You sat there for a second, trying to process what's going on.

Timothee, liking you back? Sounds like a daydream.

You opened your messages app to found timothee's was filled by apologizes, confession, and him saying sorry for a hundred times.

You wrote 'timmy, you don't need to say sorry, in fact, I love you too'. No, that's corny you changed it up a bit "timmy, you don't need to say sorry, in fact, I have feelings for you too".

You sent it with your eyes closed. Turning off the phone.

"Y/n, I have.. It's like love at first sight and since you've told me this, would you like, go out with me, I know I'm a sucker for asking this in chat but pleasee" The notification rings.

Well, you replied and, guess someone's going on a date.

This was really rushed I'm sorry

[ssamie]

seven. “pretty boy”

kozume kenma x fem dazai!reader

(bsd x hq)

tw: mentions of suicide

masterlist.           suicide freak!

"and why did you disappear for two days straight?!" kunikida exclaimed "what could you have possibly been doing all those times you've skipped work?!"

she simply smiled as she hummed under her breath, blatantly ignoring the man. "i told you i had school, kunikida-kun" she said with a soft chuckle

"i know that. i've already let that go since the president approved of it, but your absence is always messing up my schedule!" kunikida grumbled in annoyance as he slammed his hand on her desk.

"you are my partner and you have to work with me and not slack off all the time!"

"are you even listening?!" kunikida shrieked

"of course" she answered mindlessly. she simply stared at the phone she was holding with a cutesy grin and a small blush on her cheeks. "kenma-kun is so adorable! i truly couldnt ask for a better suicide partner!" she gushed 

kunikida irked a brow while atsushi simply sighed. 

"are you seriously following the poor guy around?" atsushi asked "that's kind of wrong you know" he said 

kunikida gritted his teeth and grasped her by the shoulders. "that is what you waste your time on rather than doing your work?!" kunikida exclaimed angrily 

he started shaking her violently, though she still had the same dumb grin on her face as she sluggishly chanted kenma's name 

"oya? would you look at the time, kunikida-kun!" she chimed. she pointed to the wall clock, displaying the time. 7:30. "i have to get to school! bye-bye!" she waved 

suddenly, just before she could exit the door, she turned around to look at him. her eyebrows furrowed as a look of concern painted itself on her features. 

"hey, kunikida-kun" she called out

kunikida glanced at her with gritted teeth, but didn't respond. 

"you should ease down, you know?" she cooed "i heard if you're too neurotic, you'll get lots of wrinkles and your aging becomes accelerated" she said with a hum 

kunikida calmed himself down as he sent her a curious yet wary look. "is that true?" he asked 

"oh, you should take notes" she urged him 

complying, he pulled out his notebook and began writing down. "if you're too neurotic..." he voiced out as he wrote "your aging will-" 

"im messing with you" she admitted nonchalantly 

a loud snap could be heard, emitting from the pen he was holding which was now broken in half.  "bastard! stop ridiculing me!" kunikida exclaimed 

just as the heel of his shoe could hit her, she skillfully dodged and stepped out of the room.  "hehe, see you later~" she cooed as she waved them goodbye 

as kunikida went back to screaming and whining about his good-for-nothing partner, atsushi could only watch in dread and confusion 

atsushi sweat dropped, hesitantly lowering his head on his desk as he muttered under his breath. 

"i really wonder why those two are partners" 

"oya oya. you sure are late, ms. manager" kuroo mused 

she simply laughed in response and waved him off "sorry. i had some things to take care of" she said  "has fukurodani arrived yet?" she asked as she fiddled with the bandages on her neck 

"yeah, they're in the gym. we were waiting for you so we stayed out here for a while" kuroo said 

kenma sent her a longing glance, though he stood still while clutching his PSP in hand.  call him dramatic, but a minute has passed and she hasn't greeted nor tried to convince him on a double suicide yet. 

it was unnerving. 

"oya? you look peeved, kenma" kuroo whispered to him . the bedhead captain smirked teasingly as kenma huffed in annoyance. 

"shut up, kuroo" kenma whispered back 

then finally, she noticed him. she shot him a loopy grin and a wave

"oh, kenma!" she beamed "i have a pretty funny story" kenma smiled and nodded, urging her to continue with her 'funny story' 

"so last night, i tried to put the toaster in my bathtub!" 

noticing her loud and distinctive voice, and her ever so lovely suicidal tales, nekomata let out an amused chuckle. he lead fukurodani's two managers over to the girl. 

"but my power got cut off." she sulked, though kenma just listened along, completely unbothered 

"so i tried again this morning! but ranpo-san stole my toaster-" 

"this is y/n! she's nekoma's newest manager. so far, she's been doing a pretty good job." nekomata chimed in "hi! we're fukurodani's managers!" they greeted 

she excused herself away from kenma, much to his displeasure 

she sent the girls a smile and a wave "hey, i.." she trailed off. the girls look at her curiously as her eyes seemed to follow a certain dark haired setter. 

"i..think i have found the most beautiful boy i've ever laid my eyes on!" she exclaimed. her eyes seemed to sparkle as she studied each inch he had to offer from head to toe. 

"oh, akaashi-kun?!" one of the managers squealed excitedly

"you have good taste, y/n-chan! wanna talk to him?" the other girl asked 

"oh boy, do i?" she grinned as she prance around happily "i have a very important question to ask him!" 

as she and the two managers made their merry way over to akaashi, kuroo and kenma stayed behind watching them. kuroo chuckled and nudged the pudding-head. "heh. looks like you've been replaced" he said 

"y/n found a new boy to- um.. kenma?" kuroo sweatdropped 

kuroo grinned nervously as he watched kenma scrunch his face up in distaste, looking quite agitated as he gave akaashi a nasty glare. 

kenma gritted his teeth as he watched his girl-friend getting hyped up by the girls to talk to the setter. 

"oh no.. is y/n gonna pop the question to their setter?" yaku said as he caught sight of the girl creeping up behind akaashi 

"i think she's just saying hi.." kai intervened with his usual kind smile 

"no.. most likely not" yaku hummed 

she bit back a grin as she tapped akaashi on the shoulder. the setter perked up as he put away his bottle. he looked back to meet sparkling (e/c) colored eyes. 

"oya? can i help you with anything?" akaashi asked 

"akaashi-kun, this is y/n-chan! she's nekoma's manager!" the girls said 

akaashi nodded and bowed politely "nice to meet you, y/n-san. my name is akaashi keiji" 

she wordlessly took his hand in her bandaged ones, much to his surprise. though akaashi still managed to keep his stoic expression despite the soothing touches she left on his skin. 

"i have finally found a reason to live.." she started off dramatically "a reason to live? no! a reason i've kept living until now!" she exclaimed 

she looked up at him with sparkling eyes, filled with endearment and admiration. "that's right! i've lived to this day so i can go on a double suicide with you!" 

akaashi raised his eyebrows in surprise, while the entirety of nekoma simply bowed in apology from behind her. 

"i-is that so?" akaashi asked, a small chuckle emitting from his lips "yes! im sure of it!" she said "ah, mon amour~" she cooed 

"double suicide?" akaashi muttered in confusion "feel free to do it on your own..?" 

"well, maybe don't do it at all, actually" akaashi said with a soft chuckle.

"a double suicide is not possible alone!" she countered 

akaashi blinked and looked up at nekoma, who were still silently apologising. the dark haired setter looked at her in concerned and asked, "are you in need of a therapist or perhaps someone to talk to, y/n-san?" 

"why would you ask that, mon amour?" she smiled nervously 

"im quite concerned for you." akaashi said "and if you don't, i'd be happy to refer you one." he offered 

she silently stared at him with a smile, him doing the same. his hands were still in hers as they looked at each other in silence. she then flushed a soft pink as she dramatically covered her face with her hands. 

"ah! your vitality is blinding!" she exclaimed 

akaashi simply laughed and nodded along, slightly amused by her crazy and bubbly persona. 

"AKGAAASHII!" bokuto's loud voice called out 

"bokuto-san.." akaashi responded, looking back to meet eyes with his overly energetic friend running towards them 

"oh my" she said with a hum. she simply watched as the gray haired boy slapped his hand on akaashi's back. 

"hey hey hey!" bokuto cheered "did you see my totally awesome spike just now, akaashi?!" bokuto asked, followed by a loud and booming laugh 

"im sorry bokuto-san, but i didn't" akaashi said in his usual monotonous voice. almost instantly, bokuto's mood dropped. his hair drooped as a frown etched itself on his face. 

"r-really?" he sniffled with a pout 

"i saw it." she chimed in 

bokuto then grinned, successfully breaking out of his dejected mode. his head snapped towards her, a proud and happy look on his face. 

"is that so? so you saw how i broke through those blocks?! did you?!" bokuto asked eagerly 

she laughed softy, covering her mouth with her hands, as she nodded. "that's right." she said "i don't think i've seen anyone spike that hard. so far, atleast" 

akaashi sweat dropped as he watched bokuto cheer happily, repeatedly chanting his 'hey hey hey' catchphrase as he does so. 

"you shouldn't butter him up so much, y/n-san" akaashi said "though im very grateful. i'd have to resort in not setting to him until he snapped out of it, once again." he chuckled 

she grasped his hands in hers again and sighed dreamily "ah! your decisiveness is even more blinding!" 

"ehem. y/n." kenma chimed in. he fake coughed as he sneakily glared at their hands. "we need you back on our team." he said 

"right, right" she sighed 

"well then, hopefully, i'll see you both later" she said as she waved bokuto and akaashi goodbye 

"it was nice to meet you, y/n-san" akaashi smiled at her

she blinked rapidly as she studied the angelic boy infront of her. "ah! your beauty is truly blinding!" she exclaimed, dramatically holding out her hand to touch his face 

though, before her skin can make contact with his, kenma was already pulling her away. 

"you shouldn't waste your time of day flirting around with guys you see." kenma said in a quiet voice. he kept an emotionless expression as he guided her back to the bench. 

"hmm. i see" she said. she smirked as she studied his tense shoulders and the agitated aura flowing out of him. 

"ne, kenma-kun" she called out "what made you think i was flirting with akaashi?" she asked tauntingly 

kenma stopped in his tracks and side eyed her "huh? well you were-" 

"or better yet.." she cut him off "why are you so bothered?" she smirked "are you perhaps jealous, kenma-kun?" she asked with a teasing hum 

kenma flinched and looked away to avoid her eyes. "no.. why would you say that?" 

"its not like i have any reason to be, anyways" kenma said 

she smiled knowingly and shrugged. "well, i guess you're right." she mused "after all, you're just a friend. i can look for many more and ask others to join me on my goal of a double suicide." 

kenma furrowed his brows at her awfully unfiltered and hurtful words. he stared at her back as he watched her walk away. 

"why.." he muttered 

"hm?" she hummed, sparing him a glance as she took a seat on the bench. 

kenma walked up to her, his hands laying limp on his sides as he lowered his head.  "why would you say that?" he muttered 

she softly smiled as she leaned back on the seat. "why wouldn't i?" she mused 

"b-because!" kenma exclaimed, it was a bit louder than he had intended. the boys of nekoma looked at them from the other side of the gym. 

kuroo chuckled in amusement while the others look at him in confusion "what's happening?" yaku asked  "dunno, yakkun. maybe a lover's quarell or something" kuroo said jokingly 

"ooohh! they're lovers?!" lev asked excitedly 

"idiot." yaku muttered 

kenma racked his brain for the right words to say while she simply watched him with a smile. 

"yare yare, don't beat yourself up about it" she sneered "after all, im just messing with you" she said with a small chuckle 

kenma pouted at her. he stuffed his hands in the side of his shorts and turned away. "you're so mean." he said with a frown 

"eh?? i was just joking!" she exclaimed as she pulled him back by his arm, forcing him to sit next to her. "after all, i'd never replace you!" she squealed loudly as she latched her arms around him. 

"never never never!" she chanted repeatedly as she nuzzled her cheek along his hair 

kenma groaned as he felt himself getting tossed and tugged around like a doll, once again. 

"i won't let you go until we both drop dead!" she exclaimed loudly. she had a blush on her face, paired with a dreamy smile "ah! imagine dying alongside each other!" 

she squeezed kenma even tighter, possibly crushing his ribs and windpipe. "ah! i wouldn't have it any other way!" she exclaimed with teary eyes

"o-okay, i get it!" kenma wheezed 

he pushed her away and gently massaged his aching body. "geez. keep doing that and you'll kill me before you can have your awfully anticipated double suicide" he said 

he then walked away, back towards the team by the court. as she fully registers his words, she blinked in shock and looked at his retreating figure. 

"does that mean you'll go on a double suicide with me?" she asked 

"dont get your hopes up." 

leaving her behind, kenma walked up to the team, ignoring their painfully obvious stares. 

"what." he spat out, sending his teammates an irritated look. 

"oh, nothing. nothing at all~" kuroo mused, a small smirk grazing his lips 

kenma sighed and picked up a ball, blatantly ignoring kuroo and yamamoto who were now hovering over his shoulder 

"nice job, kenma! you finally snagged a girl!" yamamoto cheered "please go away" kenma muttered 

kuroo laughed and slung his arm around him. "don't worry kenma, no other boy will be taking up your lady's attention" he mused. kenma sighed and turned away from them. 

"again, please go away" 

it was the end of the day, and fukurodani was settling in an Inn a block down from nekoma. "wanna eat out today? i can call over some people from the other team" kuroo asked them 

"yeah! im so hungry!" yamamoto whined 

"are you coming, y/n-senpai?" inouka asked her 

she simply smiled and nodded. "sure, i'd love to-" 

though she cut herself off as she felt some minimal movement and a pressure nearing her face. she quickly grasped whatever it is in her hand just before it could fully pierce her skin. 

"oya? what’s this?" she muttered with a hum 

"e-eh?? y/n-senpai is that a knife?!" lev shrieked in fear, making the others look her way. 

sure enough, she was standing there, holding a dagger by the hilt. the said dagger pointed to her face. 

"why do you have that?" kenma asked, a hint of panic and worry in his tone 

"well, i was sure it came from nowhere, really" she replied nonchalantly. she pulled the blade away, revealing a small shallow cut on the side of her cheek. a lone drop of blood dripped down from the wound.

she wiped it off with the back of her hand, causing the white bandages to stain a crimson red. 

"what do you mean?" yaku asked, now also worried. 

"well, it came from that direction-" she stopped herself as another dagger came flying towards her. though she used the one in her hand to skillfully block it before it could hit her. 

"oi! who the hell threw that?!" yamamoto exclaimed angrily. the boy looked around the empty street, trying to see who would dare try to hurt their friend. 

"hmm." she hummed thoughtfully, twirling the dagger in her hand. 

"plotting as usual?" a voice called out 

the boys watched in confusion as she perked up from the sound, a look of dread and agitation looming her features. 

"that voice.." she muttered, her face slightly scrunched up 

"its been quite long, and seeing you like this.." he said "soft, vulnerable, wounded.."

"its quite laughable. won't you agree, y/n?" chuuya sneered

she simply gagged and threw the dagger away. "gross! man, gross!" she whined out 

"i like that reaction" chuuya replied nonchalantly "it makes me wanna strangle you." 

she simply gritted her teeth as she watched him in agitation. her eye twitched every so often as he walked towards her. 

kuroo butted in, a look of confusion in his face. "um, sorry but who the hell is this?" he asked with a scoff 

kuroo looked down at chuuya, who simply ignored him and made his merry way towards the girl. 

"did you miss me, you suicidal brat?" chuuya spat out with a laugh 

she simply groaned and hugged kenma's arm as a way to scurry away from chuuya. 

"ugh. ew."

[disaster-j]

How are we feeling because of tgg😭😭😭😭😭

Scared and confused and also angry at half the characters. Like wtf is Mon going on and on about all she cares about is Korn and how he's doing. Even after everything that has happened over the last few episodes she's still on his side??? Still worrying about and justifying his act of literal mass murder like wtf. I used to like her but not so much anymore. As I've said before, Mon has shown that she'll cross a lot of lines for her own benefit and the more I watch of season 2 the more obvious that gets.

Secondly, Punn, fuck I am so worried about Punn. He's completely isolated himself from everyone and no one seems to care? He's also overdoing his potential way too much and we all know how badly that can go. I'm also really concerned about how Darin is using her connection with him and his family to manipulate him into helping her and pushing him even further away from the others. I'm worried that either he or one of his alters is gonna end up doing something Bad and it's gonna fuck Punn up even more. So there's that.

And then PangWave. Oh gods PangWave. They've been acting like boyfriends every episode anyway but this episode felt like a break-up and y'all better believe it had me sobbing. Nanon and Chimon have such amazing chemistry, it's so natural and so adorable I really don't understand why gmm keeps sleeping on them like they're in every show together anyway why can't they be a couple in just one!?!? But yeah I love PangWave and I hate what's happening to them rn.

Finally, there's the fake deaths. I really did wonder about Time when we never saw a body and Korn's healing factor thing was always something to consider. I'm so relieved that Time is alive but now I'm wondering wtf the ministry is doing not treating the students? It just doesn't make sense not to now that the Director is gone anyway. Makes me wonder if there's something the Director took that's stopping them from moving forward. Because otherwise they'd already have control over the program especially since Pang gave up the audio files. I don't trust Darin one bit but I don't see any way her or the ministry benefit from the kids dying so why tf would they hold off on treating them, right? I think they really don't have the right way or the right tools cause Supot took that info when he fled. I'm worried about how he'll try to manipulate both Time and Pang now that he has them and, to some extent, their trust. Also super curious about their past story of how the Gifted Program came to be. It's obvious Supot was personally involved so I'm curious to see how he did whatever he did to make all of this happen.

Sorry about the essay but I had a lot of thoughts about today's episode, honestly I'm still processing. It was a hell of a ride.